Episode Report Card Sobell: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Madame Evil's administration -- dead!
By Sobell | Season 2 | Episode 19 | Aired on 03.04.2007
We go from a shot of Dr. Sara doing a furtive race-walk to Agent Kim doing his furtive race-walk. He ducks into a shiny black limo. My opinion of the One World Conspiracy is sinking with every second. First, Agent Kim can't even beat up Michael effectively, and that should be as easy as tiring out a kitten. Second, a big shiny limo is the exact opposite of "furtive" and "discreet," two qualities that would seem to be useful when you're trying to run the world without anyone noticing. Anyway, Kim slides inside and talks at the notepad-writing guy. Tall, bald and silent is indifferent to Kim's dithering. He'd rather flip through a file folder, and when Kim's all talked out over this, the guy hands over a folder reading "SONA." Okay then, Madame President's little assassination did not go undocumented.
We cut back to Michael, who is now looking like he's in a world of hurt. He's also shivering and freezing. The husband and I begin a lengthy discussion over exactly what time of year this is. Our conclusion: October. Hear us out -- according to the tombstone, Governor Dad died in June. And Chicago is quite hot during the summer months. Ergo, enough time has passed for it to be chilly again. So this means... Team Escarpara's been on the run for six months? My, how time flies -- or warps as it gets sucked through assorted wormholes -- on this show.
ANYWAY. The shivering Michael calls Dr. Sara on her mobile phone. He tells her, "It worked." "The pardon?" Dr. Sara asks. "She's announcing it any minute," Michael replies. He does not add, "So, what's a guy got to do to get picked up by you?" Oh, wait -- he does. We see Lang watching Dr. Sara. Michael tells them both his location (Highland, at a warehouse that runs down by the water). Dr. Sara starts driving, tailed by Lang. We should just start the pool now on when Dr. Sara will be recaptured as a martyr to the Free Scofield cause.
Cut to Linc in the warehouse. While fretting, he has passed the time by buffing his sternum to a sheen. There's a knock on the door; it's Michael. Linc takes in his wincing, cringing, bleeding brother, but decides not to, you know, offer an ice-pack or anything. Michael finally says, "We did it." Linc grins in disbelief. Michael begins laughing. Then Linc asks about Michael's face. Michael replies, "You wanna take the ride, you gotta buy the ticket." Yeah, he and Hunter S. Thompson, kindred spirits. Linc excitedly tells Michael, "Derek hooked us up with a cabin on one of those freighters. South America via the Great Lakes." Michael holds his beer and says, "We're not going to need that, but it is appreciated." Linc begs him, "One more time, bro?" Michael looks up and says, "One more time? It's done." Then he gets a funny look on his face. I've never seen anything like it before, it's... his eyes are twinkling and scrunched at the corners and his teeth are showing and his mouth us quirking up and -- could it be? Michael is sincerely smiling!