Episode Report Card Sobell: A | 1 USERS: A YOU GRADE IT Tweener -- dead, yo!
By Sobell | Season 2 | Episode 7 | Aired on 10.01.2006
So, by the way, is Dr. Sara. Only she finds out the very hard way: after letting herself into her apartment, the teary doctor shuffles through in a daze. She lifts up the latest origami bird missive to the light but doesn't open it. Instead, she lets her mail fall to the floor. And then she notices -- someone has lit the candles in her apartment. But the housewarming hasn't stopped there. There's also a few bottles of morphine, plus a wide array of accessories, laid on the coffee table. She's being set up to look like she took a fatal overdose. And the person who did the set-up appears as a shadow behind her...
Back in Tooele, Sucre still has not gagged Ann again, to his regret. She's busy outlining all the dire consequences Sucre faces if he takes off with the rest of Team Escarpara: "You're not just going to be facing escape charges, but assault, kidnapping, unlawful imprisonment --" "I don't need to hear this right now, lady," Sucre says. Ann presses her advantage: "Oh, no -- you do. How much longer do you really think you can stay ahead of the cops? If you turn yourself in, I will testify at the sentencing, I will say that you cooperated -- that can make a huge difference." Sucre, whose head-soaking in the kitchen sink has not cooled his temper at all, tells Ann to shut up. She plows on: "Be smart. You have a baby on the way." However, "smart" and "baby" apparently brings up all the Hector-associated rage, because Sucre tells her to shut up again. Ann keeps talking about how if Sucre really wanted her to shut up, he would have re-gagged her, but he demonstrates that there's more than one way to transmit the "shut up" message. His extremely effective alternative: training her service pistol on her while he screams, "¬¡Caiete!" Down in the garage, Michael shouts, "Fernando! It's time to go!" Ann says quietly, "Do the right thing, Fernando." Sucre just looks at her with impotent fury.
The guys are all lifting packs filled with money and joshing each other about the big wads of cash. C-Note asks, "Where's Sucre?" He says, "Right here," which is apparently verbal shorthand for "standing in the door and holding a gun on my compadres." Michael asks numbly. "What are you doing?" Sucre cocks the pistol and tells him, "Drop the bag. No-one's going anywhere." Well, not for three weeks they're not.
Seriously. Even Mahone's standing still. He's outside, just sort of standing there and exuding weirdness rays. Tweener has had enough stretching of the legs. He reiterates that he has no plans to snitch on Team Escarpara, so if Mahone's brought him out here to do that, it's a trip in vain.