Now the focus is on Michael's handcuffs and leg irons as he's led, still blinded but now wearing black prison scrubs, up stairs and down a hallway, surrounded by huge men with guns that are almost as huge as they are. It's meant to be scary and depressing, and it is; in a few years, this is how all of us will have to board airplanes.
Callahan opens the door and tells Madeline she can go. Nice of him not to charge her with obstructing justice, or aiding and abetting, or even assaulting a federal agent. She asks him how to find Michael. For the second time, Callahan says, "I have no idea." I don't think Madeline and Callahan will ever date each other.
Michael's handcuffs are removed, then his leg irons, then the headbag. The shot is too tight at first to see where he is, and he takes his time opening his eyes so he can see, knowing full well that we're not going to get a look at his surroundings until he does. But finally he looks around, and the camera pulls back, and we finally see the "hole" he's in. It's actually a well-appointed sitting room with classic furniture and high bookshelves, and nobody else we can see. In fact, the only thing remotely threatening in here is the yellow wallpaper, and that's only if Michael reads Willa Cather. See you in the summer!
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