Episode Report Card Sobell: C+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT The light you see at the end of the tunnel…
By Sobell | Season 1 | Episode 13 | Aired on 11.27.2005
Back in Fox River, C-Note skulks over to the phones, wraps a piece of cloth over the receiver, and sighs heavily. His very young daughter answers his call; he smiles as she squeals, "Daddy!" Then she asks, "How are the camels?" C-Note: "Oh, well, the camels are, uh...the camels are fine." If looking a bit like disaffected inmates. She asks when she'll get to see C-Note and he replies, "Earlier than I thought." This is good news for both the little girl -- whom I'm just going to call Penny -- and for Bride of C-Note, also known as Mrs. Benjamin Miles Franklin. She is under the impression that she is a military wife and her husband is stationed in Kuwait. That C-Note is apparently pulling this off without difficulty? Either he married a moron, or his planning genius surpasses even Michael's. We see that she's playing with the postcards that he got in last week's episode, and C-Note tells her, "Your man is coming home this week…the orders just came down the pipe, the hell if I care where they came from. Only thing that matter is we're gonna get to see each other." He then continues to blow sunshine up her skirt with a story about how the Army's arranged all the transportation to the States. Then he asks to speak to Darius. The minute Darius -- who is also C-Note's brother-in-law -- hits the phone, C-Note strips away the cloth, along with all pretense of uxorious unctuousness. C-Note asks Darius, "Still driving that Escalade?" Darius shoots back, "Is Michael Jackson still white?" Heeee. Then the two of them begin chatting about the car.
Inside, Michael's dangling off the cell door, deep in thought. He finally mutters, "Okay." Sucre's understandably curious: "Okay, what?" Michael agrees to the escape. Sucre asks about Linc, and Michael replies, "I need a razor blade." He is the king of the non-sequiturs, isn't he? Within seconds, he's got the blade, he's sterilized it with a match, and he's slicing into his upper left arm, right above a stylized gothic inscription. I can't tell if it says "Feast" or "Toast." After some light bleeding and heavy wincing, Michael extracts a small pellet from his upper arm. I'm curious as to whether part of his tattoo tells the story of how his body was apparently okay with the prolonged insertion of a foreign object. Sucre is all wigged out. He's probably wondering what Michael's got hidden in his other arm. Michael stares, but not with his usual intensity. That's what blood loss will do to you.
Commercials. No, I don't think I will be using "Comcastic" as an adjective. At least, not in the way Comcast would prefer.