Episode Report Card Sobell: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT An innocent civilian -- dead!
By Sobell | Season 2 | Episode 8 | Aired on 10.22.2006
Back in Chicago, Dr. Sara blindly stumbles along the streets. She's still got the raccoon eyes from where her eye makeup ran, which is just a wonderful detail. When she finds a working phone booth, she calls her dad's old aide Bruce. We will all remember Bruce as the one who was issuing veiled warnings about the One World Conspiracy to Governor Dad, and is therefore probably not the first person you'll want to turn to when the One World Conspiracy is after your ass. Bruce assumes an avuncular tone and asks Dr. Sara where she is, so he can pick her up, bring her back to the office, and sort everything out. Dr. Sara tells him she's at the corner of Third and Harper. Bruce then asks, "Do you have your cell, in case I need to reach you?" Dr. Sara replies that she does, but she thought it would be tapped. Bruce assures Dr. Sara that someone's on their way; he adds, "Stay right where you are." Dr. Sara thanks him and hangs up.
Out in Kingman, Linc tries to pawn Jeannette's golf clubs and only gets $80 for the lot because, as the proprietor says, "They're ladies' clubs -- I'm guessing they're hotter than a monkey's jock strap." Do monkeys even need athletic supporters? Wait -- Linc also gets a little Igloo cooler to go with his four sawbucks.
Michael and Sucre are looking at the running water bordering the woods. Michael points out that they've got to lose the bike. Sucre is flustered by this idea, but Michael calmly overrides him, "We're not getting it across the river. Every minute we spend trying is a minute we don't have, okay? I'm sorry. We've got to move." Sucre is not happy, but he finally accedes to it.
We then transition to Sucre walking across the log, saying, "I've heard about these kind of places. They have leeches, you know." Michael says, "I'll take leeches in here over handcuffs back there." Sucre turns around and says, "That'll depend where the leech eats you, you know what I'm sayin --" The trailing "g" follows him down to water, where he's fallen in after the log he was on cracked. The log happens to have pinned Sucre's leg to an underwater hunk of debris. Michael tries to move the log, but gloomily concludes, "This thing's not going anywhere." He ducks under to check Sucre's foot, but only manages to confirm that yup, it's wedged in there pretty deeply. When he pops out of the very clean, clear, not-at-all-murky-from-leaves-or-other-debris water, it's too swim over to the grimacing Sucre and tell him, "I'm sorry, buddy. It's stuck."