Episode Report Card Sobell: C+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Aldo Burrows -- dead!
By Sobell | Season 2 | Episode 12 | Aired on 11.19.2006
Meanwhile, Mahone's tearing down the road, putting out bulletins for Sucre's car -- somehow, he was able to discern the license plate from fifty feet away, in the middle of a gun battle -- and getting snappy on the phone. Then another call comes in and his demeanor brightens considerably: "What hospital?" We'll find out after the break, won't we?
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When we get back, we learn that Mahone has not arrived in time for Aldomania. Instead, he's hanging with the Coyote. The police explained that they were called in once the doctors noticed his big gun shot wound (GSW). And from there, it was but a hop, skip, and a database query to the two outstanding warrants for drug trafficking. Coyote tells Mahone he wants to talk about Michael Scofield. Mahone has to swallow hard to contain the sudden, Pavlovian excess of drool that appeared upon hearing Michael's name. However, Coyote also wants to cut a deal before he spills the beans on Michael's plans. Mahone asks the cop for some privacy; the cop does not look as though he approves of cutting deals with wounded drug kingpins.
Speaking of Scofield, here he is, brooding over the rough-hewn cross that now adorns Aldo's final resting place. Yes, that's right: in the time it took us to sit through two Mahone scenes and a commercial break, Aldo has died, the boys have found a beautiful yet secluded river bluff in which to inter his body, and they've dug a grave, covered the grave with stones, arranged a bouquet for the grave, found the straight boughs used to make the cross marker, and conducted a graveside service. But wait! There's more! Michael has to express his regrets: "One day. That's all we had." Linc lovingly refrains from adding, "And you spent most of that day throwing tantrums." Sucre's sitting on top of the car, giving the brothers a little privacy. Michael reflects, "When things were at their worst, there were days I thought I'd never see the sun again. But he saved my life." Perhaps this was something Michael could have brought up a few minutes ago when Aldo was still alive?
Mahone comes back in and tells Coyote that they can offer this sweet deal: all charges dropped, and the government picks up the cost of Coyote's medical care. Insert your own bitter quip about the government's priorities in re: whose medical care it will pay for here. However, Coyote has a counterargument: "No deportation. I want citizenship." Mahone repeats, "Citizenship?" The guy on the hospital bed with the oxygen feed in his nose says, "[It's] a little incentive. And I want it in writing." Mahone rubs his forehead and says, "I'm so tired of playing games." Coyote smirks, "Start typing." Mahone gives him a pissy look, and goes to unplug many of Coyote's machines. Over the shrilling of some detached machine that goes ping, he turns off another machine and says, "This is a good one. No morphine drip." Coyote looks alarmed. As a nurse enters the room to ask what Mahone's doing, he whips out his badge, yells, "FBI! Out! Out! Out!" and slams the door in her face. Then he twirls around and stalks over to Coyote. The other man asks, "What are you doing?' "Getting you a little incentive," Mahone replies. Oh, wow, it is so wrong to find this fun to re-watch. And yet...
Slattery's getting off the phone and congratulates "Brad" on his instincts in re: the Hollander house. He says unconvincingly, "Damn." Slattery asks, "If you knew about him and Hollander, why didn't you just head over there yourself?" Bellick says he couldn't find the house. Slattery can't believe it: "Really? It's listed." Bellick has no lie, plausible or otherwise, to counter that. A younger detective opens the door to Slattery's office and nods, and she gets up to check something in an envelope. It is quiet long enough for Bellick to get nervous. Slattery brightly assures him that everything's fine, then asks if he's ever been to the Fauntleroy Hotel. He has not. Slattery replies, "Well, that's strange. Because they found this receipt in Geary's hotel room, charged to your credit card." Bellick says he has no idea how it got there. I believe him -- he's sloppy enough not to recall all the details of his little torturing experiment. We flash back to T-Bag kicking it old-school in the suite and noticing the receipt, and that is right when the penny drops for Bellick. Slattery's a little less friendly now: "I think you're being evasive. You should tell me the truth, Mr. Bellick." Not realizing that he's cooked like the Thanksgiving turkey, he replies, "What happened to 'Brad'?"