Commercials. And boy howdy, judging by the emails I've gotten, it looks like Patricia Heaton = new national nightmare in aisle eight. Anyway, in this batch: didn't Charlize Theron already uggo up once for the Oscar? Also, EPT! I love how you've incorporated the "It's how you can find out that you won't be required to change your life, you selfish barren cow!" message into your commercials.
Ah, rap! It must be time to see some black inmates. Sure enough, there they are, all walking through the courtyard in perfect time to the music, and playing basketball and working out with weights. And as the inmates continue passing shivs and shanks under the guards' noses, we see some guy chatting on the phone. Well, to be more accurate, we see his hand tapping the top of the phone booth; it's sporting a leather tie bracelet. The mystery man's chatting with Diamond, who's all, "Yeah, heavy hitters want this done, so I want this done. No screw-ups." The guy promises, "For you, Diamond, not a problem. Burrows is as good as dead."
As the faceless wonder slams down the phone in what the Foley artists clearly hoped was a menacing fashion, Linc happens to walk by in his oh-so-unflattering prison jumpsuit. Between that and the haircut, he looks like he just wandered out of a party where the theme was "Dress as your favorite Ridley Scott character!"
In another part of the yard, the inmates are going nuts as Dr. Tancredi walks toward the fence. She calls out to Michael, "Hottest April on record." "Global warming," he responds. Yeah, these two are penal system's answer to Tracy and Hepburn. Dr. Tancredi asks if Michael has a minute and he says, "About five years' worth." She's all, "Sorry. Right." Inside, it's all, "Oh, I'm so awkward! Now he'll never ask me to the spring cotillion!" The good doctor continues, "You never told me Lincoln Burrows was your brother." "It never came up," Michael reasonably points out. "I'm curious if that isn't because of my father, the governor. He may not be the one pulling the switch, but you and I both know he has the power to grant clemency and he won't. And he never does." she continues. Michael Blue Steels at Dr. Tancredi as he says, "My old man was an abusive drunk who abandoned his family. I don't judge anyone by their father's actions. Or inactions. If that was your concern." Dr. Tancredi gets even more flustered and embarrassed, and says she doesn't agree with her old man, and she's sorry about Lincoln. Michael -- who apparently hasn't blinked once -- tells her he appreciates that. Dr. Tancredi tries to hold her own in the staring contest that's just started, but she's up against a world-class goggler, so she quickly turns around. And then she turns around again and says, "This isn't much. Um, I have to give Lincoln a weekly check-up now. If you want, I could schedule those visits to end right before you come in for shots. That way, you could at least see each other on the way in, even if it's just in passing." To indicate that he's moved, Michael stares some more. He thanks Dr. Tancredi, who looks like she was hoping he would ask her to the inmate's spring cotillion. As she walks off, he turns around and looks remorseful for a moment.