Episode Report Card Sobell: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Alexander And The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
By Sobell | Season 3 | Episode 1 | Aired on 09.16.2007
Before we can see Stringy sprinting, we switch to Michael sitting alone in the courtyard, meditating on an origami swan he has. T-Bag comes over and purrs, "Playing by yourself...same old Pretty. You're just not good at making friends, are you?" Ridiculous as this character is, I still love his tongue-in-cheek observations. Michael's like "Talk to the ha-- oh, wait. You can't." As he strides off, T-Bag paces him, asking, "On a big-picture note, them big-government types that shook me down so hard, why is it they wanted you here? Was it Sona they was interested in? That's what I'm thinking...do you think it's Sona? Who would be interested in a dump like this?"
Unfortunately, that line of inquiry is not open for further debate, because news of Stringy's impending sprint has just broken in the courtyard. The inmates swarm over to the walls and windows for the free entertainment. We see Stringy drop from his second-floor window and land painfully on the hard, barren ground below. He gets up, nursing a hip, and begins loping toward the fence. After a few minutes of lurching toward the fence, Stringy is machine-gunned down. Bellick and Michael are both shocked.
We cut to Michael, who is having a mid-level freak-out at the entrance to his cell. Once he finishes breathing deeply and collects himself, he looks up and realizes he needn't have bothered: there's a chicken foot waiting on the bed for him. Now would be a fine time to freak out after all.
And after yet another small pause where the commercial would go, we're back and getting a good look at the canal. Ah, Panama. I would like to see more of you. Specifically, I would like to see more of that gorgeous beach we saw at the end of Season Two. Unfortunately, that is not likely to happen. Linc is now at the Panama City morgue to confirm that it's Dr. Sara on a slab. It's not looking good -- the body was fished out of the water right near the last place Linc managed to see Dr. Sara. The coroner pulls out the body. We don't get a good look, but -- Linc takes a look and says softly, "It's not her." He repeats it again, more confidently, "It's not her."
We go back to Sona, and back to Lechero's den of iniquity. He's counting out a fat wad of cash when Michael comes in, and looks up only long enough to comment, "Someone's thrown the glove down on you. The gauntlet, right?" Michael's all, "Congrats on passing Olde Englishe Lit 101, but we both know I didn't take those drugs." Lechero washes his hands of any involvement with "I'm not the judge. I don't deal in the claims people make. I just make sure the rules are followed. And the rules say all grievances are dealt with. Two men in a ring, and a fight." Michael tries to get out of it with "I'll be leaving tomorrow, so that won't be necessary." In that case, Lechero will be bumping up the fight to tonight: "[This] is necessary to me. I have a duty to maintain order here."