Episode Report Card Sobell: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Dr. Gudat -- dead!
By Sobell | Season 2 | Episode 2 | Aired on 08.27.2006
Cut to Michael and Linc striding through the parking lot. Linc decides he'd rather crack wise than button his shirt; he says to Michael, "If this thing doesn't work out and you end up going back to Fox River? I ain't coming to get you." Michael doesn't even crack a smile. Linc continues, "I mean, you are the brains and I am the brute." The two of them stop to look at the courthouse, and then Linc says, "Seriously, Michael. You don't have to do this." Michael turns to look at him all, Do you think I'm going to let you run the risk of getting caught after all I did to get you out? Also, in case you were absent in the prior scene, I needed that damn car you said we had to forget. I'm stuck. Instead, he goes back to looking at the fire escapes on the building. We then get a time-elapse sequence of them jogging up those fire escapes.
Inside the courthouse, Mahone's popped by for a follow-up chat. He asks about the call from Nick. L.J. says, "He's my attorney. That's privileged." Mahone replies casually, "Hmm. That's odd, because Nick Savrinn was found dead in his apartment an hour before the call came in to you." Way to break the bad news, Mahone. As L.J.'s eyes bug out, Mahone plays back a recording of Linc's earlier call. He then snaps, "For someone who is so convinced that the government is capable of many underhanded things, you sure are playing fast and loose with me." L.J. is not exactly impressed by this guilt trip, so Mahone browbeats him about the whole "On the third, look out for Otis Right" thing. The problem, however, is threatening someone who has nothing to lose doesn't give that person any incentive to do what you want.
Lincoln and Michael are on top of the courthouse now. Sensing that this caper won't require business-dress, Lincoln peels off his suit jacket. His half-buttoned shirt billows dramatically. I make a mental note to call my friend Mary-Lynn and inquire as to her resting heart rate. Breakout preparations commence. Linc peels up a grate while Michael spray-paints two yellow water pistols black.
Inside the courthouse, L.J. is being escorted to the elevator. Mahone is behind him, still messing with the kid's head in the hopes that L.J. will crack and blurt out everything he knows about the great escape. (Mahone's in for a nasty surprise. Even if L.J. does decide to talk, what can he say, other than, "My uncle's brainy?" And that, Mahone already knows.) As they all wait in front of the elevators, it hits L.J.: Linc was trying to tell him to take the elevator on the right. As Linc's disembodied voice intones, "Otis, right," L.J. gives the elevator a wild, hopeful look. Yeah, like Mahone's not going to notice that at all. The elevator on the left opens up, and L.J. does the old "My shoelace needs fixing" move so as to miss that car. As the elevator car on the right opens, L.J. stands up and gets in, the guard behind him. Mahone's just hanging back, lost in thought, until it occurs to him to look up: there's a sign for Otis Manufacturing right above the elevator. Ding! He flings himself into the elevator, telling the bailiff, "I'll escort the boy."