Episode Report Card Sobell: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT He ain't dead, 'cause he's my brother
By Sobell | Season 1 | Episode 16 | Aired on 04.02.2006
We then flash to a hospital, where Dr. Sara is charging around the halls. Her hair's down, which always bugs me: you're working in an E.R. around people gushing fluids, and you're not worried about anything getting in your 'do. ["Or germing up a wound by dropping a hair in it." -- Sars] Anyway, some other dude in a doctor coat tells her that "they're waiting for you in 4B," and Dr. Sara tells him she'll be there soon enough. She heads into a medical supply cabinet, swipes her access card, and grabs a bottle of morphine that appears to have been hidden behind some other medications. We see her expertly tie off and inject herself, then nod out in the supply room. So Dr. Sara was into sweet lady H? Who knew? Other than all of you who live in the spoilers thread, I mean. I wonder if she's been backsliding -- have y'all noticed how she's wearing a lot of long sleeves lately?
Meanwhile, at Al-Jabar AFB, Kuwait, we establish that it's damn hot. Within seconds, we also establish that this has no effect on the ice in a coffin, or the cold and frosty beers contained within. Commander Meyers says smarmily, "Sergeant Franklin, you never cease to amaze me. Is there nothing you can't get?" Other than a non-weaselly supervisor, it would appear not. Meyers says, "A deal's a deal. Prison guard duty. Far from the front, safest place you could be." Sgt. Franklin -- whom we all know and love as C-Note -- gives low, fervent thanks, adding, "My wife and daughter back home thank you too, sir."
Cut to Veronica striding through an office that belongs in one of those software commercials promising the fantasy of fulfilling work in fabulous settings once you load their products onto their machines. She is wearing a very nice, delphinium blue overcoat, and I mention this because for all of the other crimes of aesthetics the wardrobe, hair, and makeup people commit with this character, whomever's watching out for Veronica's outerwear has never gone astray.
Anyway, Veronica walks through this, the office of tomorrow, and surprises Michael in his corner office. She asks if he's been watching the news, and Michael asks, "Why?" Veronica says, "It's Lincoln." Michael blinks, still half-smiling. It's not clear whether he's not surprised ("Of course it is. I've always known he'd be on FOX News, and not as one of the pundits.") or in a little bit of shock.
Fortunately, by the time he's visiting Lincoln, Michael's over any shock and indecision and into the hectoring phase: "Terrence Steadman? The Vice President's brother. Do you have any idea what they're going to do to you?" Lincoln insists that he was set up. Michael breaks the news that Linc actually knew Steadman, since the guy owned the company from which Lincoln was recently fired. Linc says heatedly, "I loaded containers in the warehouse, never met the guy -- what the hell, Mike! You sound like one of the damn detectives." Michael pulls the "I'm just saying" move, and Linc realizes that Michael thinks he actually did it. Michael then says, "I heard you owe some money." Lincoln pauses for a long moment before asking who told Michael. The supercilious little snot says, "People talk. And I know Steadman had a lot of money." Linc heatedly protests, "I may be a lot of things, but I'm not a murderer." Michael points out that Linc was in that garage last night, then sighs and says disgustedly, "I don't know how it's come to this. And you can't keep blaming Mom for dying, and Dad for leaving, because I was there too. Difference is, I got out. Mom had life insurance and I took my half and put myself through school. What'd you do with your half, Linc?" For a moment, a rueful little smile plays over Lincoln's face, and he's nearly shaking. Then he suppresses whatever it was he was about to say and just looks down. When Lincoln finally composes himself again, he says, "Everything's not how it looks, Michael." Completely oblivious to the passion play on his brother's face, Michael says angrily, "I hope, for your sake, that's true."