Episode Report Card Sobell: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Geary -- dead!
By Sobell | Season 2 | Episode 11 | Aired on 11.12.2006
In a hurry? Read the recaplet for a nutshell description! Finished? Click here to close.Kellerman demonstrates how he got the nickname "magnificent bastard" in this episode. He helps Dr. Sara find out the hard way that his name is not Lance and he is not an addict. What he is: Someone who will cheerfully tie you up and shove your face into a filled bathtub. And he may -- or may not -- be Dr. Sara's killer. The show ended with him dithering about drowning her, but Dr. Sara not exactly hip to his internal torment because she's asphyxiating underwater.
Michael will not be riding to her rescue because he is busy recovering from his own near-death experience. It appears wanted drug smugglers are unamused when you swap out their medical-grade nitroglycerin for sugar water. Fortunately, Sucre manages to save the day -- looking totally hot while doing so, I might add -- and the boys get the proper coordinates for their plane. At the last minute, Linc and Aldo (a.k.a. "Dad Ex Machina") show up. L.J. has been parked with Jane, presumably to keep her company until she meets the same fate all other women in his life have.
Also, T-Bag is back to his old unidextrous ways. Yet despite losing his hand -- again -- he is an unstoppable killing machine. Geary is now dead, and T-Bag has a receipt with Bellick's credit card information on it. Once Bellick is no longer a person of suspicion in Geary's death -- and he will be, thanks to the death threat he left on Geary's phone -- he will still have to worry about Manos, the hands of fate, getting him.
Finally, Mahone is very penitent. Very penitent and hot. This new attitude is a result of an impromptu performance evaluation with Kim, in which Mahone loses his temper, hotly. And then calls his ex-wife and says sweet things to her over the phone that are A) hot, and B) making everyone wonder if perhaps he is not long for this world. Want more? The full recap starts right below!
Previously on Prison Break: it was like an episode of WWE Smackdown. There was the malicious tag-team bullying (Geary and Bellick teaming up against T-Bag). There was betrayal and scurrilous dispatching of rivals via head wounds (Geary and Bellick). There was a diva getting in the ring and getting a fat lip for her trouble (Linc and Jane). And there was a cage match! Naturally, the face (Michael) prevailed over the heel (Mahone). All this show needs now is for everyone to run around wearing shiny spandex tights and nothing else.
When we open this episode, T-Bag is still tethered to the radiator by his bad hand. Shrieking with rage and fear, he kicks at the metal radiator cover. The sirens sound louder (i.e. they're coming closer), and he ceases his rage-aerobics to check the door, on the off-chance that the sirens are but a clever ruse to draw attention away from the cops stealthily creeping into the foyer. It turns out the cops are not so much "creeping" as they are "rattling the door," and it baffles me that Bellick didn't leave the thing unlocked with a note reading, "Help Yourselves." T-Bag looks down at his hand as the police open the door ...
And then all we see is the empty house -- except for T-Bag's little pink paw stashed behind the radiator! Won't the future owners of the house be thrilled to discover that on move-in day! Also: I'm kind of bummed that Dr. Gudat's fine work was for naught; it makes his death seem even more pointless. Also, ewwwww. There is a hand cooking on the radiator.
Meanwhile, in Maljamar, New Mexico, Michael is busy trying to buy a case of fishing reel oil at Ray's Sporting Goods. He's doing this because it comes in the same small vials that the nitroglycerine came in. Michael adds a GPS locator to his tab. "You must do a whole lot of fishing," the elderly clerk observes amiably. "A lot of fishing ... but not a whole lot of catching," Michael mutters darkly in response. His tab comes to $96.23, and that is when Michael discovers that he's broke. Things like buying two junkers and paying for the no-tell motel room where Dr. Sara ditched him will do that to you, I suppose. So Michael just offers to buy the reel oil, and when the clerk wanders off, Michael attempts to walk off with the GPS system.
The old guy moves with surprising speed, sprinting across the floor of the store and grabbing Michael's arm to tell him to pay for the GPS locator. Michael knocks the clerk back into a display of Igloo coolers. Frankly, if you're going to be knocked into merchandise in a sporting goods store, better the hollow coolers than the bowling balls or ski poles. The guy rolls over and says to Michael, "Just take it. Please. Don't hurt me." A guilt-stricken Scofield takes a leisurely jog out of the store.