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
C-Note and Michael pull the big crate of cash out of the hole they dug, but before they can put it on the ground, the bottom of the crate breaks and the bags of money fall to the ground. As the guys toss the bags of money onto something else (a wheeled cart? I can't see, despite many rewindings), C-Note goads T-Bag with, "You know, that hand ain't gonna be white." T-Bag looks up, honestly stricken by this idea: "What?" C-Note clarifies, "The new hand -- even if you get it, it ain't going to be white. Johnny KKK over here is going to have an Asian hand." Michael begins chortling, whether from genuine amusement or schadenfreude over watching T-Bag be the one whose plans go pear-shaped for a change. Then the guys hear a sudden noise and stop short.
We then cut to Tweener walking up a sidewalk, looking as though he were walking to the electric chair. He turns to look back at the phalanx of cars lining the... extremely leafy street? Wait a minute...
Tweener continues walking. As he goes down the grass-lined sidewalk, he flashes back to: he and Michael talking in the prison yard; Bellick harassing him; Avocado's smug and abusive face; Michael saying coldly, "We had a deal -- now walk." Tweener continues walking in the here and now. After wiping his palms on his shirt, he casts a last nervous glance at Mahone and rings the doorbell ...
And we go to commercials! As a Californian, one of the things I love is how when it drizzles here, it is treated with the same level of coverage that a hurricane gets elsewhere. Ah, local news. Don't ever change.
When we come back, Tweener's still ringing that door bell. After endless shots of him being all tense and fidgety, the door opens. It's Debra Jean! Tweener smiles despite himself. She starts, "Scott... " and he steps forward. Speaking quickly, Tweener says, "I don't got much time, a'ight? I had to tell you something: what you did for me that day at the motel? Ain't nobody in my life who's been to bat for me like that. I lied to you, okay? My name ain't Scott -- it's Dave. David Apolskis. And I just -- I wanted you to know. I'm going to be writing you. I sure as hell hope you'll be writing back."
Isn't that a sweet speech? Doesn't that make you sort of proud of young Tweener, both for figuring out a way to avoid snitching and for making a clean breast of it with Debra Jean? But you really want to know what makes it great? As he's giving his little repentance monologue, Mahone is going absolutely incoherent with rage and two dozen men are descending upon Tweener to cuff him as he declares his intentions to write.