Episode Report Card Sobell: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT An innocent civilian -- dead!
By Sobell | Season 2 | Episode 8 | Aired on 10.22.2006
We switch from her running to Michael running through the woods. He's following a rumbling noise, and eventually finds... Sucre. The producers try to pretend this will be a dramatic confrontation for about 45 seconds, but who are they kidding? Michael says, "Adios, amigos, huh?" and Sucre asks, "What? Too much?" Yay! They are still BFF! The two bump knuckles in a manly fashion, while the opening chords of the "O, these cons! How they scheme!" theme start up. Sucre comments on how heavy the bag is, and Michael says they should open it up and spread out the money so they can figure out how to split it. He wants four shares -- one for Sucre, one for Linc, one for him, and "one for Charles' daughter, with her father's love, just like I promised." Sucre brings up C-Note and says, "I feel kind of bad about the whole thing." "There's no way to know if we can trust him," Michael points out, but adds that when they get down to Panana, they may send a little something to Mrs. C-Note to make sure she's taken care of.
However, their celebration is very short-lived. They pull out a stack of those National Anthropology magazines T-Bag had been man-handling in the last episode, and we transition to T-Bag driving a truck down a remote country road and flashing back to the bait-and-switch he'd been planning even before Sucre's gun stunt. As Michael and C-Note filled up one bag, he filled the other with the magazines, then gave that one to Sucre. It is beyond my comprehension why Michael and Linc didn't just knock out T-Bag for the duration once they found the money. It's not like he was useful. And it's not like Sucre and C-Note would have objected.
Anyway, we then skip to another flashback where, in a shocking break from tradition, T-Bag does not assault or kill someone to get something he wants. He's bought and old truck, and now he and his ill-gotten millions are driving all the way to the credits.
Commercials. As I watch the Victoria's Secret ad, it occurrs to me that the chain holds a virtual monopoly on the mall-lingerie market segment. Why is that?
When we get back, L.J. is being released on some random downtown block in Kingman, Arizona. A detention center official gives L.J. a list of employers who don't mind hiring ex-cons. L.J. looks around and notices a number of guys in suits just casually standing around. Then we pop over to a corner where Linc is busy watching L.J. being watched. The poor man -- I don't know what medical malady requires his pecs to need constant airing, but I'm sure it must be agonizing. He pulls back to wince in pain -- See! It hurts him to wear clothes! -- then confirms that yes, the only person currently not in on the One World Conspiracy surveillance effort appears to be the remarkably clean panhandler over yonder.