Previously on Prison Break...
We're through the hard part.
Another 18 inches, we'll hit that pipe.
We'll be there by Friday.
Now, we got a hell of a lot to talk about, don't we?
This con says he's on the job in here.
Concrete is my specialty.
Okay, boss. Sign him up.
Whites don't want you, blacks don't want you.
You're just caught in the middle, aren't you? A regular tweener.
-Hello. -It's me.
-It's time. -Yes.
-Why are you so cynical? -Michael, I think there's
cynicism and then there's realism.
And there's optimism. Hope. Faith.
Thank you for trying to make me smile. Not today.
You never know.
You want the Cooper story?
I can't give it to you, 'cause I'm not him.
The lawyers you tried to blow up, they're still running around.
Same thing goes with the kid.
You gotta hand the reins over to me now.
First of all... Ow!
You and your partner are off the job until further notice.
That one.
- Nice choice. - Thanks.
Platinum. Brushed.
6.25?
6.25.
She's a lucky woman.
Yes.
She is.
You kept it.
Kept what?
The flower.
No. I'm a pack rat. I never throw anything out.
Yeah, all this clutter. It's, uh, overwhelming.
You should see my apartment.
Whoa.
Haven't even had our first date yet
and, uh, you're already inviting me in.
Thought you were a nice girl.
Oh, Michael, we all know nice girls finish last.
So where do you finish?
That depends on where I start. Deep breath.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Sara, we're backing up out here.
Right. I'm sorry.
I'm going to get your shot.
This is not what I signed on for.
What do--What do you want us to do?
You want us to wave the white flag? Call a timeout?
I just want to get Lincoln off death row.
Lincoln?
We just found out that Vice President Reynolds
funneled millions of dollars in research grants
into her brother's company.
That money was filtered into millions of small accounts
that--that made millions of small donations to her campaign
setting her up to be the next leader of the free world.
I mean, t-this doesn't end with us stopping an execution anymore.
For me, it does.
Okay, let's rotate.
Sergeant Sodomy, you're up next.
Yo.
-Come on. -I don't know about you all...
but this room is gettin' a little too dark for me to dig.
Now, are you tellin' me that there's a hole in Fox River
that you don't wanna get into?
Hey, no one gets hurt.
You know, I got a question.
Now, how come Fusilli over here ain't grabbing a shovel?
I'm handling arrangements on the outside.
Really? So what is that, transpo, paper, what?
Exactly. It makes me management.
And that makes us just labor, right?
Mmm-hmm. Now you're getting it.
You know, management better keep a close eye on
the conditions up in here.
Or the labor's liable to go on strike. You feel me?
Get back to work.
Whoa, whoa, CO coming.
Move it, guys.
Come on, cover it up.
Put that back up there.
Scofield, move it.
It's time for your conjugal.
Your wife is here.
So you're Mrs. Scofield.
Have you done this before?
Had a conjugal, I mean.
No.
Don't worry. I'm just tryin' to make conversation.
Clear.
She look familiar to you?
Um... No, Captain.
I know her from somewhere.
You came.
Of course.
How have you been?
Fine. I found a job.
Good. I'm glad.
Is it awful being here?
Remember the first place you stayed? That hotel by the airport?
Only difference is $69 and the free shampoo.
Always the brave face.
You're still wearing it.
Every day.
I worry about you.
Don't.
Is there anything else that I can do?
Just what we agreed on.
I was so nervous when they were checking.
One question.
Why would you need a credit card in prison?
See, I don't think the riot changed anything.
Have you seen the latest budget cuts for this place?
Another 10% from health care.
And 35% from prevention.
He might be the governor, but he's also your father.
Maybe he thinks if he cuts enough they can't afford you.
Thank you.
You understand this is standard procedure
following a conjugal, right, Scofield?
Never can be too careful.
All right, bend over.
You have a good time in the romper room with that Euro?
Whatever you say, boss.
She come around here before?
First time.
You sure?
'Cause, damn if I don't recognize her from somewhere.
Maybe she visits some other con.
Killin' two birds with one bone.
Catchin' my drift?
I wouldn't know.
All right. He's clear, Captain.
Make sure you take a shower, Scofield.
You never know what some women can give you.
♪ Swing low ♪
♪ Sweet chariot ♪
♪ Comin' for to carry me home ♪
♪ Swing low ♪
You know this one, don't you?
♪ Sweet chariot ♪
♪ Comin' for to carry me home ♪
Come on, give me somethin'.
I thought you was a musical people.
You know, your parents must be so proud of you, man.
I mean, hittin' the trailer park trifecta.
Racist, pedophile, and stupid.
You know, it vexes me that...
That I'm made out to be the bad guy in the room.
It's not like y'all are incarcerated for stealing Girl Scout cookies.
None of us murdered any Girl Scouts in the process.
Michael's coming back from the boneyard.
Alone. Alone.
I tell you everything about me and Maricruz,
and you can't even tell me you're married?
Later.
A rough day, huh, Scofield?
You know, while the rest of us are in here slinging concrete,
you got some little girl to play on your rusty trombone, huh?
Man's got a point.
It just doesn't seem equitable like. You know what I'm saying?
Shut up and dig, T-Bag.
I think what the idiots inside here want to know is,
while we're diggin' this hole, what are you doin'?
I'm goin' shoppin'.
We're good.
All clear.
A credit card? The bulls catch you with that,
they'll be so far up your doggie door, you'll be--
Don't worry, they won't be catching me with one.
How are you so sure?
Because...
I don't have a credit card.
Nick.
Help! Please.
Please, I had an accident. My car is to-totaled.
Please, is anybody there?
We can't just ignore him.
The hell we can't.
Help me. Please.
Help me, please.
Oh, God!
-What happened? -I don't know, I must've dozed off.
I've been drivin' for 12 hours.
Shall I get him some water from the well?
-The well's dried up. -Oh, God, my leg.
All right, I think there's a medical kit over here.
No one's goin' anywhere.
All right, say goodbye to junior.
You know how many pints of blood the human body has?
The answer is ten.
Ten pints.
How many you think prince charming over there on the floor has left?
Eight, goin' on seven?
Tell you what. I'm gonna take him out to the woodshed.
We're gonna have a little talk.
In the meantime, I want you to chew on this.
You tell me everything that you have discovered about the Burrows case,
and who else you've told about it,
and there's a chance that I might let you go in time
to get Mr. Savrinn to a doctor.
You decide whose life is more valuable.
The guy waitin' to die on death row,
or the guy wishin' he'd die out in the woodshed.
One suit, black.
One pair of socks, black.
One pair of shoes. Shoelaces.
One small tape recorder.
One gold watch.
You ever stay at a fancy hotel, LJ?
You know, you leave your room in the morning and it's a mess.
Wet, dirty towels on the bathroom floor.
Last night's room service stinkin' to high heaven.
Then you come back at night,
it's all gone.
Fresh towels, clean sheets, candy on the pillow.
It's just the best feeling in the whole world,
'cause someone else cleaned up your mess.
All you had to do was walk away.
Don't you hurt them.
Okay.
But you gotta tell me exactly what they know
and who else they have told, and nobody has to die tonight.
You just walk away.
Let me clean up your mess.
I don't know what's going on. I swear to God.
Well, I wish I could believe that.
Bellick assigned me a new cellmate.
-Who'd you get? -Some new fish.
Ran a bump and swipe on an off-duty cop.
Fast hands, faster mouth.
Yo, what's cracking, my peoples?
Well, speak of the devil.
Michael Scofield, David Apolskis.
What's up?
I seen you before, right? You're part of that PI crew.
Maybe you can hook me up. You know, brother needs
to make some green, some cash-eesh.
You know what I'm saying?
The pay is 19 cents an hour.
19 cents? That's slavery, yo.
It's prison, yo.
And besides, PI is all full up for now.
All right, I feel you.
But keep a brother in mind, all right?
If somethin' opens up, you know?
Hell, I'll pay 19 cents an hour to get me some more time out the block.
Like havin' another kid. Already raised one.
I'm too old to do it again.
You ever hear of anything being stolen from R&D?
Of course. Bulls steal from the personals all the time.
Problem is, you never know what's gone until you're on the outside of the walls.
At that point, you can't do anything about it.
What if you knew now?
Look, I told you,
leave me out of whatever it is you've got goin'.
I just need to know if you've seen a guard with a gold watch.
There's a lot of people who can get you a gold watch in here.
Yeah, but I need this specific gold watch.
Westmoreland! Pope wants to see you.
Let's go!
Look, I haven't seen nothing.
But there is this one CO.
Word is he's the worst thief in here.
My wife just faxed this over for you from county records.
Copy of Scofield's marriage license.
She says you owe her big time.
Looks legit.
He wasn't trying to sneak in some whore for a conjugal.
Says here they got married the day before Scofield robbed that bank.
Why the hell would he do that?
Heard from Veronica?
No.
Just a note from LJ saying he's with her, that he was safe.
But now it's been a while. Doesn't feel right.
Feels wrong.
I gotta go.
Really wrong.
I'll see you.
I, uh...
I've come to a realization that either Miss Donovan and that boy
don't like you very much, or they have an unreasonable amount of faith
in your cardiovascular system.
So tell me, Nick, this all you got?
This paper trail of an indictment that never even happened?
Is this it?
We know you don't have the surveillance tape anymore.
We know you don't have anybody to testify.
So is this really all you've got?
Mr. Savrinn,
that bullet went through your teres major,
ripped the lateral margin of your scapula,
leaving you absolutely no medial rotation of your arm.
So you try to swing that piece of lumber at me...
...it's gonna feel like your arm is ripping out of its socket.
Come on, Nick. Mr. Project Justice.
We both know why you're really here, don't we?
And it ain't to save Lincoln Burrows' life.
All prisoners have 15 minutes of walk time.
♪ Inside these walls I creep and I crawl ♪
♪ Lookin' for a way out ♪
♪ But I know there's gonna be no easy route ♪
♪ This is gonna be a 12-round ♪
♪ A 12-round bout ♪
♪ With Bellick and T-Bag on my mind ♪
♪ This grind in here ♪
You still interested in getting in on PI?
Does my mama got big breastices?
I wouldn't know.
Hell yes, she does. And hell yeah, I do.
All right, look, I need a favor.
Word is you made your trade as a snatch-and-grab.
-That's right. -I need you to steal something back
that was stolen from me.
What kind of somethin' we talkin' about?
-Just a watch. -Uh-uh.
There ain't no such thing as just a watch.
Every design has a different clasp.
Every clasp has a different swipe.
It's Italian. A Remedi.
Gold band, pearl face, all-weather.
-What year? -2003.
There's a butterfly clasp on that bitch.
-Which means what? -Hidden deployment.
There ain't no way to snatch it without the mark feeling it.
Which just means I'm gonna have to get whimsical on this vicky.
I get you this watch, that mean I get in on some of that PI?
It means I'll think about it. No promises.
Why you need this watch so bad anyway?
Let's just say it means a lot to someone in my family.
Come in, Charles. Sit down.
What's going on?
I've got some bad news, Charles.
Your daughter is very sick.
She's got esophageal cancer.
Now she's at Sacred Heart in Indianapolis,
and she wants to see you while there's still time.
How much time?
Doctors say a few weeks.
The problem is, the DOC is not gonna let you go.
They think you're still a flight risk.
She's my only child.
I know that.
Believe me, Charles, I've lobbied on your behalf.
It's-- It's state policy.
They will only extend furloughs in the case of funerals.
You're telling me...
I have to wait until she dies before I see her?
Mr. Scofield.
Looks like I'll be administering your shot today.
Where's Dr. Tancredi?
We've got a busy schedule today.
She's with another patient.
Hold his legs! Hold his legs down!
Hey, we need a doctor here!
-All right, what happened? -I don't know.
The kid was in chow, and all of a sudden he--he collapsed
and he started spittin' up his food.
He looks like he's having some kind of seizure.
Get him up here. Get him up here. Make sure he doesn't hurt himself.
I'm gonna need O2 and cardio from you.
Hold him, hold him.
So, Miss Donovan,
how is that background in real estate law goin' for you?
It's a big help?
Hmm?
You know, frankly, I think we caught a break.
If Lincoln had nailed a girl with half a brain,
she probably would've brought this whole thing down already.
But you know what the worst part is?
That you dragged these people into this,
knowing that you had no clue how to get them out.
I mean, if you had just minded your own business,
people like Leticia Barris,
she wouldn't have a mouthful of maggots right about now.
Your fiance would not be lying in his apartment
waiting for the smell of his rotting corpse to let the neighbors know
that something had gone horribly wrong.
That's right. Their deaths are on your head.
You made this mess. Nobody else. You.
But you're also the one person
that can end it all right here.
All I need to know is who else you've involved.
So you just nod, and I'll know you're ready to talk.
You know, Miss Donovan,
I think that, uh, you look a little cold.
Maybe you'll find it easier to talk
after you've warmed up a little bit.
Where is he? What happened?
We gotta move. Come on, we don't have time. Come on.
Come on. We're gettin' out of here.
Where are the keys?
Pocket, left.
Start the car!
-Is he gonna be all right? -Go start the car, LJ.
Come on. We're gonna get you to a hospital, all right?
Attention all inmates.
South side of the yard is off-limits until further notice.
A gift from my cellmate.
Thank you. And thank him.
The watch. What's it for, anyway?
Thought you didn't want to know about any of this.
Things have changed. I want in.
Why the sudden change of heart?
I have my reasons.
Don't take this the wrong way, but everyone who's in
is bringing something to the table.
How about money?
How much are we talking about?
I think you know.
I seem to remember several conversations that ended with,
"I am not D.B. Cooper."
-I lied. -You lied?
We're cons. We tend to do that.
I checked your alibi. According to records,
you were incarcerated at the time of the Cooper hijacking.
My father and I share more than just a weakness for easy money.
We also share a name.
Charles Westmoreland, Sr., was the one locked up that day.
Now, do you want the money or not?
No offense, but it's a little convenient.
You want in, and suddenly you're the guy.
How do I know you're not lying right now?
Hey, Old Man River. Keep it moving.
Hey, Sucre...
I got a question about you and the rest of the Mexicans.
I don't think I'll be able to help, seeing as I'm Puerto Rican.
Geographical semantics, amigo.
I'm speaking about the general Latino population.
How is it that a people so historically lazy
ended up bein' such a big part of the nation's workforce?
They way I see things, it's everyone else that's lazy.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be any jobs for the immigrants.
The ones sitting at home collecting unemployment, the lazy ones,
it's not us.
You--You gonna let him talk about your people like that?
Yeah, yeah, whatever, Deliverance.
You know what? We may be a team in here.
But just so that you know,
the minute we get over that wall, it's every man for himself.
Or sooner.
LJ?
You know how the Russians do things?
They let you live, and they kill everyone else in your family,
and a-a-anyone you've ever loved.
How's that sound?
-Go to hell. -Oh, come on.
Is that any way for a lady to talk?
You think I'm an idiot?
I'm just gonna walk into a well?
Seriously, Miss Donovan.
-You all right? -Yeah.
Attention, inmates.
The weight pile is out of bounds until further notice.
Scofield! No sittin' down on the job.
I want you out here workin' where I can see you.
I'm on it, boss.
Move it, Scofield! Move it!
Attention, inmates...
The yard is open. Repeat, the yard is now open.
Hey, Brad. Good to see you.
Hey, baby.
All right, ladies and gentlemen.
Put your hands together for our next lovely young lady.
Up on the main stage is Jasmine.
Would you like a private dance?
Why don't you sit down and chat for a while?
See if we hit it off.
So, what's your name?
Brad. Yours?
Jasmine.
Come on. Your real name.
It's Nika.
Nika.
That's a pretty name.
Tell me, Nika,
how's your husband feel about you workin' here?
Well, I'm not married.
I hope you're lying for the sake of titillation.
Otherwise, your little visit to Fox River this morning
would've been breakin' the law...
Mrs. Scofield.
We are married, but they tell all the girls to lie.
It's better for making business.
I'm not here to get you in trouble.
I just want to know a little more about your husband.
Well, he's a very good man.
I'm sure he is.
But even good men do bad things.
Your accent. You're from...Don't tell me...
-Budapest, right? -Prague.
Prague.
How recently did you come over?
Only a couple of months, I bet.
You like it here in America?
You know, I really have to keep moving.
They don't like us to spend too much time in one spot.
Now, I don't want to have to check into your immigration status.
I just need to know what Michael Scofield wanted from you
in exchange for the green card.
Nothing. We met while he was studying overseas.
I don't want to know what you memorized for the INS.
Now, either you answer my questions about Scofield,
or I call my guy in the Chicago PD.
And maybe he starts askin' some questions about you.
Credit card.
He asked me to bring him a credit card, that's it.
Yeah. Trace this call. Come and get me now.
New Glarus. I'm in New Glarus.
No, thanks. I brought my own.
Dorothy Andrews Elston Kabis.
United States Treasurer in 1971,
the year of the D.B. Cooper hijacking.
DI 192589.
The first number in the series of bills used in the ransom drop.
Thanks for the history lesson.
All it proves is you did the research, same as me.
So you're married.
Uh, well, not in the traditional sense of the word.
Michael, we're both adults. Put your cards on the table.
Okay, I'll go first.
Um...
As one of the very few women around here,
I'm used to a certain amount of
innuendo and flirtation being thrown my way.
I'm not used to enjoying it.
-Look, Sara-- -It's Dr. Tancredi.
And please let me finish.
I'm not a jealous woman, but I'm a careful one.
And for some reason, when I'm around you I'm not careful.
-You don't have to be. -Yes, I do.
There are so many questions surrounding you, Michael.
There are way too many.
So here's the deal. Um...
From now on,
your shots, any medical concerns, they're all fine,
as long as it's doctor-patient.
But personal questions and favors of any kind
are no longer a part of our relationship.
The questions you have about me...
there are answers.
Quinn!
Hey, I was getting worried. You guys get lost?
We tried to call you again to pinpoint your signal, but you never picked up.
Yeah, the battery went dead on the damn cell phone.
What are you gonna do, right?
So, uh, how'd it go?
Well, I got a broken leg down here.
Yeah, listen, you know, I think
maybe we got off on the wrong foot.
You got bosses, I got bosses,
but at the end of the day we're all on the same team, right?
We're just tryin' to tie up some loose ends.
I could not agree more.
Yeah, so could you guys get a rope or a ladder or somethin'?
What the hell is that?
Hey... Hey! Hey!
Just tyin' up some loose ends.
You stupid son...
Hey, guys, don't do this. Don't do this.
Come on, please. My leg is broken.
I can't stand. You gotta help me.
You can't just leave him down there.
-He'll die. -I'm beggin' you, okay?
He's the only one who knows
we don't have the Burrows kid. The only one.
I got a family!
Kellerman! Hale! Guys...
There's room for you down there, too, Danny.
Don't do this. This is a big mistake.
Don't leave me like this. Don't leave me, please!
Please!
You coming back to PI today?
It's getting kind of testy in there, you know?
Yeah.
I just needed to find something out.
-What the hell is that? -Listen.
- Am I supposed to be hearing something? - Just hold on.
There.
What?
We sat around here for 20 minutes waiting to hear that?
Eighteen minutes, actually.
And yes.
-What was it? -Keys.
The guards' keys.
Eighteen minutes is how long we have
between each time the guards pass beneath the infirmary windows
on their rounds at night.
Cons aren't allowed outside after-hours.
It was the only way I could find out the timing.
-What does that mean? -It means...
four days from now, on the night of the escape,
we'll have 18 minutes to get the bars off the infirmary window
and for all seven of us to get across the wire and over the wall.
-Is that doable? -Of course.
What's up?
Nothing.
Hey, I know that look. What's up?
I hit it! I hit it!
The pipes!
Guys, guys.
All right, all right, give him some room.
Come on, Michael, talk to me.
Want the good news or the bad news?
The good.
Westmoreland and his money are in.
What's the bad?
I've done the math.
I figure it'll take at least five minutes for us
to get the bars off the window in the infirmary
and two minutes for each of us to get across the wire and over the wall.
-So? -We've only got 18 minutes.
We've got too many people.
That's it. That's it.
And one of 'em has to go.
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