Episode Report Card Sobell: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Kellerman! Baby! Come back! All is forgiven!
By Sobell | Season 1 | Episode 11 | Aired on 11.13.2005
In the clinic, Michael is crestfallen to learn that he will no longer be panting into Dr. Sara's stethoscope. Nurse Gossipson is on the case while Dr. Sara avoids him -- right behind that big, see-through plate glass window. She appears to be engrossed in the book Not Doing Life In The Prison Of Love. Before Michael can obliquely ask if he needs to read She's Just Not That Into You, there's a big to-do because Tweener is faking a gross, spewing fit, and taking advantage of the distraction to liberate Michael's watch. I love that Tweener has the kind of seizure that makes him wink at Michael. These guards are so flippin' slack. If they were in the Pope's Swiss Guard, we'd all be Protestants. Michael smirks as he stands around, totally unsupervised, in the prison pharmacy jam-packed with scalpels and drugs.
Meanwhile, on the outside, Veronica's managed to have some fun with friction. Sadly, Nick is not present. As the door opens, she leaps across the room and manages to make the total opposite of a poker face even when half-covered in duct tape. Experienced hit man Quinn fails to notice. He's too busy sniffling. Then he embarks on the taunting about real estate law. Say what you will about Quinn, he's thorough enough to get background on the people he kills. I bet he'll be whipping out prom pictures and asking Veronica if she really thought that giant bow on her ass did anything for her figure. Quinn grumbles, "If Lincoln had nailed a girl with half a brain, she probably would have brought this whole thing down already." I grumble, "If Lincoln had nailed a girl with half a brain, this would have been a miniseries." Quinn then tries to lay a guilt trip on Veronica, telling her that people around her have a funny habit of getting dead. Veronica tries to lay a chair on Quinn. She is much more successful. And this is where my hot, florid love for Quinn shrivels up and dies. Because, really, this crafty executioner gets outwitted by Veronica?
Commercials. You know, the people celebrating the holidays in Target's version of reality really could use a few downers.
When we get back, Veronica's releasing LJ, who seems rather shocked by this turn of events. She tells him to start the car while she collects Nick. Go, Veronica! I don't know what came over you, but I applaud it. LJ sprints out to the car and gets it. Just as he's turning over the engine, a window blows out. It looks like Quinn has come to, and he's still armed. I bet you the habit of missing little details -- like the gun your captor's been using to keep y'all in line -- is what kept Veronica in the middle of her class. However, young LJ has the canny notion that by running into the woods, he can draw Quinn away from Veronica and Nick. That's a smart kid.