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 drier plotlines, Wheeler's confirming for Mahone that yes, Michael tattooed GPS coordinates on himself. Looks like Mahone's headed to the middle of the New Mexico desert.
And in the middle of the New Mexico desert, Coyote is bitching and moaning about how the Mexican healthcare system is only slightly more screwed up than the U.S. one, and it's hard out there for a fugitive with a heart condition. Michael's all, "Look, I don't do this every day. I just want to get the information on that plane, then move on." The goons behind him look as though they'd like to suggest an alternate agenda. Coyote replies, "Is that it? ... Because I know who you are. But we can't go within a hundred feet of a U.S. marshal to collect the reward, because we have American and Mexican warrants on our head. But this plane to Panama?" He stops, invites the increasingly edgy Michael to sit down. Michael reluctantly does so. Coyote then sits, then asks, "This is all for your brother?" Michael confirms that it is. Coyote says skeptically, "I got four brothers, two in prison. Accept a call, yes. But break them out? Pffft. Loco." Michael smartmouths that Linc gave him a baseball mitt for his fourteenth birthday. "I owed him," he finishes. Coyote grins mirthlessly as he says, "You're a better man than I am." Michael superciliously replies, "Time will tell." You know, for someone who was all torn up inside a mere thirty minutes ago, he's bounced back remarkably fast. Michael turns to check out the goon squad behind him, both of whom look like they follow a life philosophy that values knowing how to break bones over knowing their anatomical names.
Things get even tenser when Coyote observes casually that he thought medical nitroglycerine came in glass vials, not plastic. For a fraction of a second, Michael's wearing his patented "Oh, shit" expression, but he smoothly recovers, explaining, "The guy I bought it from says he packed it in plastic to protect it in transportation over long distances, to prevent a fire or explosion." It's pretty evident Coyote's not really buying this. One of the goons then heads outside, and the other is preparing to help Coyote do a little quality control test. "It's the best available," Michael says coolly. Coyote replies, equally calmly, "I don't doubt it."
Meanwhile, in a parking garage somewhere, T-Bag has managed to find a change of clothes and a discreet location where he can whimper over his stump without attracting the attention of passersby. I don't even know why the producers bother with this charade when it's becoming ever more apparent that T-Bag is actually made of liquid metal like the Terminator. The whole reason we're seeing this scene is so that we can establish that T-Bag's able to track his ill-gotten, temporarily mislaid fortune, because he planted a tracking device in it. Of course he did -- in addition to his super healing powers, T-Bag is also a strategic genius, remember?