Episode Report Card Sobell: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Geary -- dead!
By Sobell | Season 2 | Episode 11 | Aired on 11.12.2006
Speaking of morally dubious titillation, we're back on the Geary plotline. We open with the brunette hooker asking, "A Cleveland what?" Geary assumes an air of world-weariness and says, "Don't worry. I'll talk you through it. And we got a glass coffee table right here." The Li'l Kim hooker says flatly, "Hell, no." The blonde hooker stands up and says, "I'll do it for a thousand." Geary manages to barter her down to $750. We cut to the brunette hooker shaking her head with a "Better you than me, sister" look. As Geary goes to the closet to pull a wad of cash out of the duffel -- stupid! He should have put the cash in his pockets ahead of time, because what's to stop the hookers from getting curious about the magical closet that makes money? -- he notices that there's a blinky device nestled among the bundles of bills.
As he says, "What the hell?" there's another knock on the door. One of the hookers mutters, "Cops!" but as the door bursts open, we see that it's T-Bag. He's wearing a hoodie and loaded for ass-kicking. He points at the hookers, makes an impatient gesture, and commands, "Leave." Ah, Robert Knepper, walking away with the scene again. The hookers sensibly do as he says. Then Geary proves he really is a moron, because instead of grabbing the nearest bottle and clubbing the battered, one-handed man into submission before calling 911, he just gibbers and panics and leaves the bottles of booze to T-Bag, who promptly turns it into a weapon.
In New Mexico, Michael and Sucre have managed to tie up everybody who is not them. Sucre's pacing around with the gun, asking Coyote where the plane's going to land. Coyote invites Sucre to kiss his ass. As Sucre and Michael stand together and explain why they're still lingering here -- "Without that plane, we're screwed" -- Coyote bleeds all over the place and his non-bald goon frets sweetly, "He's losing too much blood. He'll never make it." "You should have thought of that before you tried to kill us," Sucre snaps. I like this new, smarter, ass-kicking Sucre. The goon begs some more and Sucre asks Coyote for the plane location one more time. The goons beg Coyote to tell them. Coyote and Michael exchange defiant looks, then Coyote says the plane will land on Finley Road, off highway 8. The bald goon's all, "Happy? Now let us go." Sucre's all, "Speaking of going ... " and that touches off a fresh round of panic among the guys in the cabin. Wow, these goons are really, really loyal. Forget the joking about Michael-n-Sucre 4-ever. What we have here is a polyandrous gang. The goons, sensing that Michael is marinating in Catholic guilt, focus their pleading on him. It is effective. Michael stands there and looks agonized. Sucre rebuts, "Let's go! Michael, if we were bleeding, he would not lift a finger and you know that." The non-bald goon insists in a tiny voice, "That's not true!" Hee. Sucre continues making his pragmatic arguments, all of which bounce right off Michael's sweaty skull. The non-bald goon begins begging more loudly until Sucre screams at him to shut up. Michael continues to dither over the morally correct thing to do when you've tied up the guys who tried to kill you after you lied to them about the contraband you had arranged as payment for your illegal flight. It's a complicated issue.