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
Bellick's locked and loaded. He mutters, "Come on." As he leans down toward the barrel to put it in his mouth, his mom calls his name. "Yeah, Mom?" he mutters. "They just announced the rewards on the TV," she says. "What reward?" he mutters. "For the convicts, the ones who escaped" Ma Bellick says. Bellick shakily asks how much. As he tries to lower his lips toward the barrel again, Ma Bellick says, "$100,000 apiece, and $300,000 for that animal who killed President Reynolds' brother." Bellick sits up. He's just found 300,000 new reasons to live.
Speaking of finding things, some cops have just found the van that Michael and Linc were driving. They do not find Michael and Linc inside it. That would be because the two of them are hoofing it, and doing about as well as an eight-toed dude and a guy with a slug in his thigh can be expected to do. Michael urges them on with, "We gotta move." "I can't," Linc replies. He collapses near the ground. Michael comes over and breathes, "My God..." as he looks at the juicy entrance wound. That's a terrible attitude to have: he should be glad the thing didn't hit Lincoln's femoral artery. Michael whips out a clean handkerchief. I have to pause the TiVo to swoon a little tiny bit, because it's charming when men who are not part of the Greatest Generation are carrying around clean white handkerchiefs. What woman crying her way through the end of a movie wouldn't love it when her date pulled out a handkerchief and whispered, "Here?" I mean, other than the woman whose date pulls out a handkerchief soaked in ether, because then she's likely to wake up in some sort of sick serial killer lair, but the rest of you guys with the old-school taste in accessories? You will go far.
Okay, hi, that paragraph completely got away from me. Excuse me while I find myether-soaked handkerchief to subdue it...
Anyway, thanks to Michael's handkerchief, Linc's wound is temporarily stanched. Michael urges them to keep going. We transition to L.J., who's being packed off to an adult facility in Arizona.
We then go to Mahone, who's arriving on the scene where the van is. He says delightedly, "Get to all the area hospitals. Wherever they are, one of them's bleeding good -- which means they either come to us, or they die." Mahone, how tiny your imagination is. I look forward to seeing how Michael snaps out of his panic and proves you wrong next week.