Episode Report Card Sobell: C+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Score one for the Darwinists
By Sobell | Season 1 | Episode 10 | Aired on 11.06.2005
Meanwhile, on the outside...night's fallen on the Unalawyer cabin. Both Nick and LJ are passed out cold; Veronica's still combing through SEC statements. An IM window pops up, and we see that it's Victor Von Doomed, asking if she's okay.
At this point, anyone with the memory span of a mayfly would recall the conversation that went like this: "Hey, now that the Feds think we're dead, why don't we fly under the radar so they don't find us?" "Okay!" But this is Veronica we're talking about, so she immediately replies. We see the rest of a terse -- but unusually well-punctuated -- IM conversation, then the camera pulls back so we can see Victor Von Doomed's computer, but it's being operated by Quinn and Von Doomed's bleeding quietly on the floor, having finally lived up to his eponym. And that's how Quinn got the IP address for the Unalawyer cabin, which he then uses to trace the physical location.
Back in the prison, Michael's lying on his bunk, fidgeting with something in his hands and making lemon faces.
Meanwhile, back on the outside...the entire Chicagoland Mob's converged on 345 Hamilton Avenue, Thunder Bay, Ontario. They're all giggly and excited about the impeding murder when the floodlights switch on and approximately four dozen law enforcement types spanning who-knows-how-many different police departments and federal agencies converge on them at once. This scene would have been really tense, what with it having been intercut with shots of Fibonacci kissing his kids goodnight and planning to take out the trash, but the architectural details in his house were totally different from the house shown in the Ontario location, and the lighting was different as well. It turns out Fibonacci's hanging in Topeka.
Anyway, the upshot to this whole deflated sequence is that Michael somehow planned ahead to this possibility, set up a person on the outside with a phone number he then tattooed on his arm, then had them drop a dime on the mob. I think. But if smartypants Michael could anticipate the Fibonacci query and build failsafes into his plan there...why didn't he do it on vital things like getting access to the St. Louis building, or the wall where they had to drill? This makes sense only in a world where fully-educated, professionally-seasoned doctors just turned 29.
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