Episode Report Card Sobell: B | 1 USERS: B- YOU GRADE IT Well, now you've done it, T-Bag
By Sobell | Season 1 | Episode 12 | Aired on 11.20.2005
Cut to us learning what C-Note will be bringing to Team Escarpara: dissidence. He's busy filling everyone in on Michael's new math, instantly setting off Sucre, who declares, "I'm not going to dig if I'm not going to go." Michael tries to bluff his way out of it, but Linc shoots that idea in the kneecap by declaring that they'll have to decide who stays behind. Abruzzi nominates T-Bag. Frankly, I'm surprised they're even having this conversation: why a liability like T-Bag is still alive (as opposed to being killed, quietly, in a PI-related "accident") is a mystery to me.
Speaking of T-Bag, he comes in and everyone gives him a speculative stare. He laughs insincerely and says, "Pardon me for interrupting, but what's that smell?" It's the sweet, subtle Eau de Extraneous, mister. T-Bag sniffs and says, "It smells a little like conspiracy." No, no -- it's plot complication. It smells like muffins. Delicious, improbability-studded muffins.
Michael tries to prod everyone back into working, and T-Bag snots that he was so sure everyone would unfairly gang up on the child-raping serial killer, and he secured insurance by telling his man on the outside that "If he don't hear from me five minutes before the escape and 20 minutes after, I told him to call up the warden and blow the whistle on the whole thing." Everyone stands around, looking like they wish they had thought of killing him back during the riots.
Commercials. It must be hard to try to promote War of the Worlds in a way that doesn't make the star look like a bug-eyed madman, so here's to the valiant people who tried. You failed. But still -- nice try!
When we get back, PI is just ending. Michael and Westmoreland leave first. I can't believe nobody's noticed Westmoreland's sharp new haircut. And sharp new facial expression. In the T-Bag Antipathy Society, Linc grumbles to Abruzzi, "That son of a bitch has a countermove for everything." Abruzzi says almost jovially, "Not for this." Meanwhile, C-Note and Sucre are bringing up the rear. C-Note tries to fan the flames of incipient racially-induced paranoia. Sucre attempts to cut him short with, "I don't know about you, but I'm going." C-Note then tries to confuse Sucre with logic. He is mostly successful: first he tells Sucre that Michael's "you only work on a need-to-know basis" M.O. is a sure sign of an upcoming double-cross, and when Sucre protests, "He tells me everything!" C-Note reasons that they really don't need Michael to escape, then. But so long as they do, the potential for Michael to screw them over is still there. Having poured the marinade of mistrust all over Sucre, C-Note walks off to let Michael's cellie stew awhile.