Prison Break Transcripts

Mac: Oh my god! Williamson, get in here!
[Michael sits up. Abruzzi reaches down to collect something and Michael's bloody sock.]
Mac: What the hell happened here?
Abruzzi: An accident.
[Guards help Michael up.]
CO: We've gotta get him to the infirmary. Hold on.
[Shot of Abruzzi holding the sock. It's wrapped around something. He has a smile on his face. Bellick enters after the three CO's and Michael have gone.]
Bellick: Get out.
[Abruzzi's group leave the shed. Bellick approaches Abruzzi]
Bellick: I thought you said you were going to have a conversation with him.
Abruzzi: Yeah, I did. [he laughs and sighs] Things… escalated.

[Cut to Michael and the three guards in an elevator, Michael is being helped to the infirmary.]
Sara: Take him into three. Katie I'm going to need ten cc's on him.
[Michael is helped onto the gurney. Sara turns to look at him. Michael is trying his best not to cry.]
Sara: Thanks guys, I'll take it from here. [The guards hesitate] I said thank you. I'll take it from here.
[CO Stolte drops Michael's boot on the ground]
Mac: Lets go.
[Close up of a rough bandage around Michael's foot. The whole thing is bloodied]
Sara: Okay. Let's take a look at you.
[She moves to undo the bandage and Michael holds his hands near it to try and keep her away, to be gentle.]
Sara: You're okay, you're okay. [he whimpers]
[She takes the bandage off, and two of Michael's toes are missing. His little toe and the one beside it. A tear falls from Michael's face and he lays back, his fists over his eyes to stop himself from crying.]
Sara: What happened?
Michael: [Breathing in deeply] Oh, nothing.
Sara: This isn't nothing Michael. I need you to tell me what happened.
Michael: Don't make me lie to you. [She looks up sharply] Please. [He gulps and moves his torso in an attempt to control the pain.]

[Cut to Bellick and two guards. They are talking softly. Sara comes into view. Bellick begins to walk off. Sara follows.]
Sara: I think you'd better have an instant Investigation. [She offers him a file]
Bellick: Oh, there's no need. We know what happened.
Sara: Uh, perhaps you'd be good enough to enlighten me?
Bellick: Ah, well there was a bit of gardening shears left on the floor of the shed, evidently he stepped on them.
Sara: But they went straight through his boot huh?
Bellick: Yeah.
Sara: So, why wasn't the boot still on his foot?
Bellick: Like I said doc. We got it taken care of. [He turns to the other guards.] Lets go.
[They move off. Sara looks after them disbelievingly then turns back to the infirmary.]

[Cut to Michael's cell, a proper bandage is around his foot. Michael is laying on a bunk. He gasps occasionally in pain, trying not to cry. With one hand he squeezes his eyes and the bridge of his nose to try and stop the tears and the pain.]

[Cut to the yard, Fp. Close up of Michael's boot, and a rake. He's by a boarder fence. Close up of Lincoln. He rams himself right up against the fence and rattles it angrily]
Lincoln: I'm gonna kill that scum.
Michael: You won't. You kill him, you kill our express ticket out of here.
Lincoln: Look what he did to you. [Michael raises his foot off the ground as he stands, so he doesn't have to put pressure on it.] You're not going to last a second in this place unless I do something about it.
Michael: You ever hear of Top Flight Charters?
Lincoln: [sighing] Yeah.
Michael: They operate flights from small airfields across the mid west. Like the one ten miles from here. They're run by a shell operation Abruzzi owns. We get him on board, there's going to be a midnight flight waiting for us the night we get outside those walls.
Lincoln: You're willing to risk the entire escape on a guy you don't even know?
Michael: Preparation can only take you so far. After that you gotta take a few leaps of faith. [He looks up to the block roof and a watch tower]
[Lincoln rattles his fence with frustration]
Lincoln: Abruzzi's a huge leap of faith Michael.
Michael: I'm not talking about Abruzzi. There's someone else who holds the key to the entire thing. With him it either works or it doesn't. [He looks over to the entrance to the yard. Sucre is coming in, a guard on either side of him. He's just got back from the SHU.] Problem is, I couldn't know who it was until I got in here.
Lincoln: Sucre? You can't be serious. The guy's a thief Michael, he cant be trusted.
Michael: We're gonna have to trust him. 'Cause he's my cellmate.
Lincoln: How well do you know him?
Michael: About as well as a man can, in a week.
Lincoln: If you tell him, he tells everyone, we're done. You know that right?
Michael: If we don't get him on board there's not going to be any digging in that cell. If there's no digging in that cell…[he pauses] then there's no escape.

[Theme]

[Cut to the yard. Sucre stands by the phones]
Answering machine: Thank you for calling, please leave a message after the tone [the answering machine beeps] Sucre: Maricruz, it's me baby, are you there? Pick up if you're there Mari, I've been in the SHU. I've been thinking about you, about your body, God I've been thinking about your body...
Woman: [Picking up the phone on the other end] Hello?
Sucre: Ah, Mrs Sucarlo. Hi how you doing? It's me, Fernando. Um, sorry to bother you at home but um, you know what's up with Maracruz's cell phone? It just keeps going through to voice mail.
Mrs Sucarlo: Maybe she has it turned off.
Sucre: Uh, any chance you know where she is?
Mrs Sucarlo: I know exactly where she is.
Sucre: And that would be...
Mrs Sucarlo: With Hector.
Sucre: Hector?
Mrs Sucarlo: That's right. They're at the mall I think.
Sucre: I don't suppose next time you see her you could have her turn her phone back on? [There's no answer.] Mrs Sucarlo, I know you don't like me, but I love your daughter, and she loves me. We're gonna get married, you know?
Mrs Sucarlo: If you were a decent man, and you really loved her, you'd let her live her life.
Sucre: What's that supposed to mean?
Mrs Sucarlo: I'll tell her you called.
[Sucre hits the phone box with the phone hard and hangs up.]

[Cut to Sucre and Michael's cell, Sucre reaches up his wall to grab a picture of the two together. Down on the lower bunk, Michael reads a magazine. Flashback of Michael's walls at his apartment. Michael paces the room, pinning sticky notes on a blown up picture of Fox River. Zoom in on one note which says 'Cell Test'. Cut back to the cell. A buzzer sounds and Michael wiggles slightly, and holds up something. It's a cell phone.]

[Cut to the work shop. Someone is working. T-Bag walks in.]
T-Bag: I'm looking to do some...damage.
Inmate: Well you've come to the right place.
T-Bag: I wanna do it...slow. Inflict the maximum amount of pain so a guy wishes he'd just die, and you know, get it over with but just cant quite get there.
Inmate: Oh I've got that. I got that.
[The two move into a corner of the workshop so that the security camera cant see what they're doing.]
Inmate: Look at this right here, boss.
[He holds up a knife, his hand shielding it from view.]
Inmate: I call it the gutter. Jam it up there in his stomach and these bits right here hook the intestines. You give it a pull back, poor suckers guts are hanging right out of his stomach, and he'll get a real good look at them 'cause the wounds not fatal. Well, least not until the infection sets in. [He smiles and hands it to T-Bag. T-Bag slips it into a bible]
T-Bag: You are one sick puppy. You know that? [He pats the inmate's shoulder]
Inmate: Thank you. [he smiles]

[Cut to the visitation room. Michael walks over to a table where Veronica is. Veronica stands up as he approaches. Her eyes flick down to his limping feet then back up to his face.]
Veronica: What happened?
Michael: I'm okay. [He sits down and she does too]
Veronica: They've gotten to you haven't they? The other prisoners? My God Michael this place is gonna kill you.
Michael: You said you talked to a woman. What was her name?
Veronica: Latisha-
Michael: Latisha Barris.
Veronica: How d'you know?
Michael: A year ago I was doing exactly what you're doing. Trying to find out the truth. It's a bottomless pit Veronica. They designed it that way so that by the time you got to the bottom of it, Lincoln would be dead.
Veronica: Why didn't you tell me you were doing this?
Michael: Once the day was set, once that final appeal had been rejected, he had sixty days to live. I figured I could play their game and watch him die in the process or I could take matters into my own hands.
Veronica: You don't have to do that. Latisha knows something I can get out of her. Maybe we could re-open Lincoln's case.
Michael: What'd she tell you?
Veronica: She said that someone else was behind the killing of the Vice Presidents Brother.
Michael: Who?
Veronica: She got spooked, she took off before I could get anything out of her.
[A bell sounds. Michael looks around and they both stand.]
Veronica: She's held up in the allegions Field Project so I'm going to go see her this afternoon.
Michael: That place is dangerous, you should take someone with you.
Veronica: Who?
Michael: Your fiance would be a good place to start
Veronica: I think that's be the last thing in the world Sebastian'd ever want to do.
Michael: It's good to see you.
Veronica: You too.
[She walks off to leave. Michael heads off the opposite direction.]

[Cut to a social workers office. A social worker, Jenae, walks toward LJ and Lisa.]
Jenae: No priors, a good student, and you get yourself arrested for attempt to sell. [Shot of LJ and his mom. LJ shifts uncomfortably] Good life get a little boring?
LJ: It was stupid. It won't happen again.
Jenae: We're all here to make sure of that. I took some time to speak to your mother before you came in. She told me that there were some... some extenuating circumstances in your life that...
LJ: If you're talking about that guy at Fox River, he's got nothing to do with this.
Lisa: He refuses to call him his father.
LJ: The world'll be a better place without him.
Lisa: LJ.
Jenae: Clearly you've got a lot of anger young man. Misdirected it could land you in the wrong place. So to make sure that doesn't happen, you're going to have to check in with me once a week, Fridays, one hour. Your attendance at school and your grades are to be pristine.
LJ: Absolutely.
Jenae: And to give you a real good idea on where that anger of yours will get you if you don't rein it in, I'm signing you up to the scare-it-straight program at Fox River. You'll have a mentor who you'll work with weekly, give you a little perspective.
LJ: A mentor?
Jenae: Your father.
[Close up on LJ's face.]

[Cut to Michael and Sucre on PI, painting walls. Michael walks over to a wall with a bucket in his hand. He rests the bucket on a bench and opens up a wiring box. He looks around at the guards. Sucre looks up and follows Michael's gaze. Michael pulls the cell phone out of his pocket and wraps it in cloth.]
Sucre: Tell me that ain't what I think it is.
Michael: It ain't what you think it is. [Michael reaches up and puts it in the box.]
Sucre: Fish, a cell phone in here? That's cardinal sin number one. They can tack two years onto your bid automatic.
Michael: If they catch you.
Sucre: You know what kind of trouble I can get for just knowing what I do?
Michael: Shshshsh.
Sucre: You know, that means you can make calls whenever you want, right?
Michael: [Walking over to him] I don't like the look in your eye. What's in there, you never saw it, got it? [He walks away.]

[Cut to Lincoln's cell. Pope stands before Lincoln, flanked by guards. Pope holds a slip of paper in his hand.]
Pope: Why didn't you include any names?
Lincoln: Why would I want anyone to watch me die?
Pope: I've seen it happen a number of ways. Some people want to go it alone, others have grandiose statements that they want to make, but most want some member of their family there before they leave this world.
Lincoln: [Refusing the offered paper] I'll do it alone.
Pope: Son. In my opinion, all inmates who have made that choice have deeply regretted it in their final minutes. [He drops the form onto Lincoln's bunk.] I'll uh, leave it blank for now. You have less than four weeks now. You should give it some thought. [He drops the form onto Lincoln's bunk and walks out, followed by the CO's. Lincoln sits down on his bunk and stares at the form as the door slams shut.]

[Cut to Latisha Barris' residence. A girl comes running down the stairs as Veronica opens the door to the apartment block. Veronica greets her.]
Veronica: Hi, I'm looking for Latisha Barris?
Lady: Five. [She opens the door for Veronica]
Veronica: Thank you. [Veronica climbs the stairs to find Latisha's apartment. The door is slightly ajar. Concerned, she pushes it open, looking around.] Hello? [On the floor is an overflowing hastily packed suitcase. Veronica looks around for Latisha. Suddenly Latisha jumps out from behind a door, brandishing a gun.]
Latisha: Don't you move a muscle.
Veronica: [Shaking, holds up her hands.] Take it easy, Latisha.
Latisha: You're working with them, aren't you? You think I'm stupid lady? I hear the clicks on my phone, I see the cars out there on the street.
Veronica: [Trying to reassure her.] I know you're scared, I am too, but please, put the gun down. [She looks at the suitcase.] Where you going?
Latisha: [Lowering the gun.] Aii, what difference does it make?
Veronica: It makes all the difference. Nobody's ever gotten your testimony.
Latisha: That's exactly the reason I'm still breathing. [She storms around the apartment gathering things to take with her.]
Veronica: I'm not with them, Latisha, you have to believe me.
Latisha: Oh yeah? Then what you sneaking in here for?
Veronica: I thought maybe they'd gotten to you.
Latisha: Oh yeah? And why do you care so much about my well being all of a sudden?
Veronica: I don't.
Latisha: Finally, an honest answer.
Veronica: But maybe you can save Lincoln. And maybe, you can bring down the guys who killed your boyfriend in the process. If somebody killed you, and Crab could have done something to the guys that did it, you think he would have?
Latisha: [Breathing heavily] I'm not as strong as he was. I can't take those people on.
Veronica: I'll take them on. All you have to do is come to my office and tell me what you know. I'll type it up, you can sign the afadavid and split. I'll take you to the airport myself.

[Cut to Fox River, PI. Sucre paints another column, glancing back at the box where Michael stashed the cell phone.]

[Cut to the yard, Lincoln walks up and down his patch and glances over at Sucre standing with some friends. Sucre chats in spanish and mimes talking on a cell phone. Lincoln walks in from yard. He squats so that his shackles can be taken off. Bellick stands by a door, observing.]
Lincoln: Bellick.
Bellick: Hey, what's up, Lincoln?
Lincoln: I want some extra time outside for the next couple weeks.
Bellick: [Laughing] Paint fumes from PI must be getting to you.
Lincoln: [Ignoring him.] Cell phone's allowed in here? [He stands up and Bellick takes off his hat.]
Bellick: Who?
Lincoln: Extra time outside. Couple cigarettes?
Bellick: Half hour, one week, one cigarette. [Lincoln nods and walks to his cell.]
Lincoln: Know a con named Sucre?
[Bellick shuts and locks the cell door without replying.]

[Cut to visitation. Falzone and Abruzzi sit at a table together.]
Falzone: Here's what I don't understand, John. I know Fibonacci fingers you, he put you in prison for life. Yet you act like you don't even wanna find out where he is.
Abruzzi: That's not true, Philly.
Falzone: Well maybe it's 'cause you don't think you have anything to lose anymore, you know, you're already locked up. Maybe you um, maybe you like it here. I mean, I don't know. [Abruzzi laughs.] But what I do know, is that if Fibonacci testifies next month, you and I are going to be neighbors. And I am not going to let that happen.
Abruzzi: I don't think you would fit in here, Philly. [He laughs, and Falzone smiles.] Fancy suits, tie, shirt.
Falzone: I think you're right, so um, so lets cut to the chase. Did you break this kid? Did he tell you where Fibonacci is?
[Abruzzi pulls a white box out of his shirt pocket and puts it on the table. He slides it toward Falzone.]
Falzone: What's this?
Abruzzi: It's a little gift from me to you.
Falzone: [After opening the box.] These his?
Abruzzi: Yeah, he won't crack.
Falzone: [Sighing.] Well perhaps you should consider using a different methodology then John. From what I gather, there are far worse threats in prison other than bodily harm.
Abruzzi: What happened to the days when you used to trust me, Philly? That I would get things done?
Falzone: Those were the days that you actually did get things done, John. [A buzzer sounds and two kids run out into the room, a girl and a boy. They jump up on Abruzzi.]
Abruzzi's Daughter: Daddy, daddy! Did you hear the news?
Abruzzi: What? What news?
Abruzzi's Daughter: We're going to stay with Uncle Philly at the lake for a few weeks!
Falzone: Yeah, we're going to have a good time. [He laughs. Abruzzi looks at him gravely.] You're right, John. Maybe you're right. I do trust you. Now you're going to take care of that thing, aren't you? [Abruzzi sighs.]

[Cut to an admin office. Bellick signs a form and turns to Sucre who's standing in a holding cell.]
Bellick: How are those bone yard visits going with that girlfriend of yours? Imagine pretty good, huh? [He walks over to him.] You know, visitation rules stipulate that conjugals are only for married couples.
Sucre: We're engaged. Besides, I got that coming for me, 'cause I aint cuss no static in this place. [He squeezes his eyes shut.] Please. Don't dead my conjugals.
Bellick: I won't.
Sucre: Thank you.
Bellick: But in exchange, you have to tell me where that cell phone is.
Sucre: [Looking confused.] Cell phone?
Bellick: Oh don't play stupid with me, I'm giving you a chance to save your precious conjugals. You lie to me, they're gone and they're never coming back. [Sucre looks around.] Now where's that cell phone?

[Cut to PI, still painting the walls. Lincoln and Michael paint the same pillar. Lincoln looks around to watch Sucre and Bellick return. Both Michael and Lincoln watch, concerned. Sucre comes up to them.]
Bellick: Turner! Your transfer came in. They want you at administration. [He slaps Sucre on the back. Michael and Lincoln watch him pass, and Bellick stomps away. Sucre glowers at Bellick.]
Lincoln: He didn't talk.
Sucre: [Watching the CO's walk away] All I gotta say is, I'd better get to make all the calls I want.
Michael: [Walking over to him with his arm outstretched, the cell phone in his hand.] Gonna be kinda hard. [Sucre takes the cell phone and examines it before breaking it in half.]
Sucre: [Incredulously] Soap? [He thrusts the two halves at Michael's chest.] I lost my conjugals over soap?
Michael: You may have lost your conjugals, but I can do you one better. I can get you to her.
Sucre: To Maricruz. You gonna get me to Maricruz.
Michael: That's right.
Sucre: Yeah? And how you gonna do that?
Michael: [Glancing across at Lincoln] We're breaking out of here.
Sucre: [Looking wary.] How?
Michael: [Taking him to one side.] It starts in our cell.
Sucre: In our cell.
Michael: [Lincoln picks up the two pieces of soap.] To tell you the truth, it's already started.
Sucre: Ahh. [He turns to Michael, angry.] Are you crazy? You think I want to break out of here? Sixteen months from now, I'm out the gate. I'm getting married, Papi, and I'm sure as hell not doing it with no posse on my ass. I mean I aught to beat you six ways till sunday. I lost my conjugals, pendejo because of your little bar of soap.
Michael: I had to test you. See if you could keep a secret.
Sucre: You want a secret? I got a secret for you Fish. You dig in my cell when I'm there, and I'm going to split your wig. [He points at his head.] Me estas entendiendo? [He walks off angrily.]
Lincoln: [Turning to Michael.] That went well.

[Cut to Veronica's office. She sits behind a laptop on a desk, talking to Latisha.]
Veronica: Why don't we start with Lincoln's relationship with your boyfriend.
Latisha: Real simple. He owed my old man ninety thousand and he wasn't getting it done. Then all of a sudden it gets done. Crab walks up with 90K and a big ass smile on his face.
Veronica: Who paid him?
Latisha: Not Lincoln, they paid his marker.
Veronica: Who's they? [Latisha closes up and walks to the window.] It's alright, Latisha. I told you, you're safe here.
Latisha: [Hesitating.] Crab brought this guy home, never seen him before. [Flashback to Latisha and Crab's apartment. Crab waves a hand to Latisha to leave.] Crab did what he always did when he was doing big business. He told me to take a walk. So that's exactly what I did. [Latisha in the flashback stands up and leaves.] There was something about this guy though, he wasn't the kinda guy Crab usually dealt with. [End flashback.]
Veronica: What do you mean?
Latisha: Couldn't put my finger on it until he went outside. [Flashback. Latisha opens a slat in the blinds and sees the man walk toward a black car.] Then I knew. He had that look.
Veronica: What look?
Latisha: You know, like they own the place. [The flashback continues. The man walks up to Kellerman and Hale.] Like they're untouchable. Like they're government.
Veronica: So the government paid Lincoln's debt? [End flashback. Latisha doesn't say anything.] Did Crab say what they wanted in return?
Latisha: Uh uh. [She shakes her head slightly.]
Veronica: Alright. Just give me a moment to type this up. [Latisha walks off.] Where you going?
Latisha: I'm going to have a smoke.
Veronica: This is only going to take me a minute!
Latisha: So will the smoke. [She leaves and Veronica turns back to her laptop.]

[Cut to Fox River infirmary. Sara tends to Michael's bandaged foot.]
Sara: No redness or swelling, so there's no sign of infection. I'm going to keep it on antibiotics for the next ten days. You should be good! [She stands up.] Michael you understand by law I'm obligated to file a report if I feel there's been prisoner misconduct. There's no way this injury happened by stepping on a blade in a garden shed. [Michael pulls on his sock.]
Michael: If you file the report, things could get a lot worse for me.
Sara: They're not already?
Michael: Not compared to what they could be. [He looks down.] I've made some enemies.
Sara: Yeah. Scared? [Michael doesn't say anything.] Man enough. Okay. [Michael smiles and laughs softly.] Um, here's what I think. I think you are scared, and you wouldn't be human if you weren't scared in a place like this.
Michael: When I was young, I couldn't sleep at night. [He finishes tying his shoe.] Because I thought there was a monster in the closet. [Sara smiles.] But my brother told me there wasn't anything in the closet but fear. And fear wasn't real. He said it wasn't made of anything, it was just [he pauses] air. Not even that. He said you just have to face it. You just have to open that door, and the monster would disappear.
Sara: Your brother sounds like a smart man.
Michael: He is. In here though, you face your fear. You open that door, and there's a hundred more doors behind it. And the monsters that are hiding behind them, are all real.
Sara: If you want, I could recommend you be sent to AdSeg.
Michael: [Smiling bluntly.] With the rape victims and the snitches. [He stands up.]
Sara: It would keep you safe.
Michael: Thanks. But I think I'd like to face the monsters on my own. [He walks out.]

[Cut back to Veronica's office. Someone approaches her as she types at her computer.]
Veronica: Have a good smoke?
Kellerman: I don't smoke. [Veronica looks up in concern at his voice. He sits down.] I didn't meant to startle you, Special Agent Kellerman, Secret Service. [He shakes Veronica's hand.] We've been informed that you obtained a copy of the surveillance tape entered as evidence in the Lincoln Burrows trial.
Veronica: Is there a problem with that?
Kellerman: We're just following up.
Veronica: Has there been some amendment to the freedom of information act that I'm not aware of?
Kellerman: [He laughs] You know when a prisoner gets close to the end of his time on death row, there's a lot of last minute-
Veronica: I'm sorry, I still don't understand why this would be a problem for the Secret Service.
Kellerman: Oh it's not. The prosecution made it's case far beyond any reasonable doubt and we know that we have the right man. [Veronica looks skeptical] That being said, if you come across anything that could shed some light on his innocence, I'm offering my help.
Veronica: Sounds great. I really appreciate you coming by. [She smiles and they stand. They shake hands.] Do you have a card, Agent Kellerman?
Kellerman: Course. [He hands her one.] Don't hesitate to call.
Veronica: Thanks. [He leaves and she looks down at the card, then out the window, remembering.] Latisha. [She searches through the building looking for her. In the break room, there is just one cigarette, still smoking, stubbed out on an ash tray. Veronica hurries out to the street where a black car screeches off. Her cell phone rings, the caller ID reading 'Sebastian Work Calling'] Sebastian, I'm so sorry, I-
Sebastian: Where are you?
Veronica: I'm sorry, I just- I just, this isn't the time, I'm sorry.
Sebastian: This is the time. I'm at the reception hall. The coordinators here, the vendors. [Veronica sighs.]
Veronica: Look, I'm just- I'm sorry, I can't talk right now. [She gasps for breath and hangs up. Sebastian laughs in disbelief.]

[Cut to Cell Block, Fox River. Abruzzi and his cellmate, Gus, look out at Michael's as he comes back from the infirmary.]
Gus: I say we take his whole foot.
Abruzzi: We could cut off all his limbs, he still wouldn't talk. Pain is not the answer here. Maybe the Beatles were right after all. Maybe all you need is love.
[Michael arrives back at his cell to a crate at the door, Sucre is stuffing all kinds of objects into storage areas.]
Michael: What are you doing?
Sucre: What does it look like I'm doing? I'm rolling it up.
Michael: [Stepping in and facing him.] You can't do this.
Sucre: I'm done playing your reindeer games, Fish. I'm going to transfer to a nice quiet cell, with a normal celly. One that doesn't screw my entire life up.
Michael: Look. I'm sorry about your conjugals. But if you go now... [he glances at the CO's behind him] Don't do this. Please.
Sucre: Listen to me, Fish. I got sixteen months. I got a fiancee to think about. I get caught with a hole in my wall, I don't get to see the real world for another five years.
CO Mac Let's go, Sucre.
Sucre: [Pushing past Michael.] I can't do that.
Michael: [Catching him.] There's always a solution. We can work it out.
Sucre: Sorry Fish. [He takes his stuff and walks out. The gate closes on Michael.]

[Cut to Lincoln's cell. Reverend Maylor sits on his bed as Lincoln slumps against the wall.]
Maylor: Can I ask you something? Why have you denied any family or loved ones to be there for you in the end?
Lincoln: Why would I let them watch me die? I've caused them enough pain.
Maylor: Maybe It's not about them watching you die.
Lincoln: Maybe it's about me watching them live. That the final torture?
Maylor: No. It's about how you want to leave this world. What's the last image you want to take with you? A stranger?

[Cut to the lunch hall. T-Bag brandishes the weapon he got from the workshop under the table and watches Michael put his tray back. T-Bag stands up, but Abruzzi pushes him back down into his chair.]
Abruzzi: Got an issue with our little friend over there?
T-Bag: I don't gotta come to you. You don't give the green light.
Abruzzi: Everything in here runs through me, you know that.
T-Bag: Maytag's in the ground because of that piece of detritus.
Abruzzi: So now you want him.
T-Bag: Every day, for the rest of his bid.
Abruzzi: Seems you and I have something in common, then. [T-Bag looks up in interest.]

[Cut to the line heading back to the block. Michael gets pushed out of the line and into a side room by Gus. He looks around, worried.]
Abruzzi: Easy now, Fish, don't make this any harder than it needs to be. [He stands with his back to Michael. He turns around.] It's time we came to an arrangement, don't you think? [T-Bag steps out from behind him and looks up.]
T-Bag: [Smiling.] You know, I was thinkin' I was gonna cut you bile to stern soon as I laid eyes on you, but a lack-a day, you look so pretty when you're scared, don't you? [He turns to Abruzzi.] Maybe we ought to get the love out of the way before we move onto the hate. [He turns back to Michael.] What do you say to that, Pretty? [He licks his lips] Hmm? Yeah... yeah, maybe it's time I lit up that leather once and for all. [He puts the shank down on a wall. As soon as he's unarmed, Abruzzi elbows him hard in the face. Michael shields his face with his arm. Abruzzi fights T-Bag off and his group incapacitate him. Abruzzi turns back to Michael.]
Abruzzi: Ahh, he talks too much. [He grabs the back of Michael's head and pulls it toward him.] You and I need to have a conversation. [They walk back into the line.] What happened in there was my way of saying uh, I know I've been coming about this whole thing the wrong way. [CO's rush to the room where T-Bag lays] I'm trying to make amends here. Bygones for bygones. [He holds out his hand.]
Michael: You're a mercurial man, John.
Abruzzi: I prefer bold. [He laughs and walks forward.]
[They walk out past the yard.]
Abruzzi: Tell me what you need from me.
Michael: A trade. You get me a plane, I'll get you Fibonacci.
Abruzzi: What do you need a plane for?
Michael: I think you know.
Abruzzi: I help you, I'm in. You know that, don't you?
Michael: I do. [Abruzzi nods.]
Abruzzi: I just gotta know the exact date and time.
Michael: I'll tell you soon enough.
Abruzzi: Soon enough ain't gonna cut it. I need to be outside these walls before Fibonacci testifies.
Michael: You will be.
Abruzzi: He testifies in one month.
Michael: Then we'll be out in plenty of time.
Abruzzi: If not, you're a corpse. So you'd better cut the crap and tell me the exact date and time so I can start making the arrangements.
Michael: I don't know if I can trust you with that information yet.
Abruzzi: Why not?
Michael: Like I said, John, you're a mercurial man.

[Cut to visitation area. Lincoln, heavily cuffed, walks into the caged area with CO Patterson.]
Lincoln: Lewis, take these off.
Patterson: Sink, I can't do that.
Lincoln: Come on, man, I'm in a cage. Ten minutes. [Patterson moves to walk off but Lincoln blocks his path.] Please. It's my kid. [Patterson sighs.]
[Lincoln walks into the caged visitation box uncuffed. LJ sits before him.]
LJ: So. Here we are. [Lincoln nods.]
Lincoln: Yeah. How ya been?
LJ: [Laughing] Oh you know, in trouble.
Lincoln: How's your mom?
LJ: [Shrugging] She's good.
Lincoln: Hey um, I've been talking to the chaplain and they'd like me to decide who I should uh... have at the uh... [he pauses.] I guess what I'm trying to say is, when you get to the end, you get to realize what's important to you. You know, who really matters to you. [LJ looks confused.] And uh, you know, that leaves you and Mike. You're all I got left in this... this world.
LJ: You know, I, I gotta say I don't really following what you're saying.
Lincoln: Well uh, in the end, the only thing that matters is love. Blood, family, you. [LJ nods. Lincoln licks his lips.] Um. [He puts his hand to the grate at the top of the cage.] Give me your hand.
LJ: What are you doing?
Lincoln: Give me your hand. Feel your hand. [LJ hesitates then reaches up, touching his fingers with Lincoln.] I want you to be there when... [he pauses.] I want you to be there the day before I die. So I can see you. So I can hold you. [LJ nods, blinking back tears.] I uh, I love you. Always loved you. [LJ sighs and smiles, trying not to cry.]
LJ: This whole thing, um, [he pauses, searching for words.] I don't know if I can take it.
Lincoln: [He shakes his head.] Me neither. [He laughs shortly] I don't have a choice. [He pauses.] You do.
[LJ ducks his head and tries to hold back tears.]

[Cut to Sebastian sitting at an outdoor cafe. He looks around, spotting Veronica, shakes his head. She walks up to him and takes a seat at the table.]
Veronica: I am so sorry. [He nods his head and she puts her hands on his.] I met with this woman today and she knew things about Lincoln's case. And then she just disappeared. I think something happened to her.
Sebastian: Look. I'm going to make this real easy for you. Do you want to get married? Or not?
Veronica: I don't know.
Sebastian: [With a fake smile.] Wonderful.
Veronica: Maybe we could postpone it. Look, I can't do this right now. My head's not in it. It's supposed to be a celebration.
Sebastian: If you're really telling me you want to postpone this thing, then I want to cancel it.
Veronica: [Her eyes tearing up.] Sebastian. I'm sorry.
Sebastian: [Nodding.] I'll come get my stuff tomorrow. [He walks off. Veronica sighs.]

[Cut to Michael's cell, Fox River. He opens a book, where the bolt from the bleachers is embedded in the pages. He pulls it out. Carefully he starts unscrewing the sink. CO Bellick calls out]
Bellick: Open on forty! [The door slides open and Michael stands up.] Scofield. Found you a new celly. [He steps into the cell.] As luck would have it, I found him in the psych ward. You were the only guy with an empty tray so...
Michael: Psych ward?
Bellick: You got a problem with that? [He pulls out his nightstick.] Because if you do, please feel free to drop it in my suggestion box here. [He taps the toilet. Michael stares at him, and he walks out. Michael looks down at the sink.] Haywire, get in here! [He pushes another man into the cell.] Close it up on forty! [The gate closes.] Oh and Scofield? Just a heads up. Don't make eye contact with him. [Haywire stares at the wall and around. Michael looks back to the sink.]

[Cut to the yard, Fox River. Lincoln, in his segregated area, shoots at a hoop. He walks over to Michael who walks along on yard duty.]
Michael: Lincoln, we have a problem. I got a new cell mate.
Lincoln: Who? [Michael nods at Haywire across the yard.] That's a problem.
Michael: We're just going to have to bring him on board.
Lincoln: You don't bring a guy like that on board.
Michael: Then I'll work at night, when he's sleeping. [He leans on the fence. CO Stolte notices them.]
Stolte: Ten feet, Scofield. [He waves him away from Lincoln and the two separate slightly.]
Lincoln: How far behind are we?
Michael: Three days.
Lincoln: Thought you said the margin for error was zero days. [He bounces the basketball.]
Michael: I did. [He walks off.]

[Cut to a forest. Kellerman and Hale's car drives up and parks. They step out.]
Kellerman: Ah, it's nice out here. I got a buddy, he's got a place way back out in these woods. Come up here hunting this time of the year. [They open the trunk of the car. Latisha's legs kick out and she mumbles under a gag.] Put her back in, back in. [Kellerman directs to Hale. They both pull her out.] Take her out there.
Hale: She's fine. Nobody would believe her if she talked anyway.
Kellerman: A hundred yards or so should do it. [Hale hesitates.] Do it. Go! [Hale takes Latisha into the forest and kneels her down.]
Hale: I'm sorry. [He pulls out a gun.] You gotta believe that. [A train goes past loudly and distracts him. He looks up and Latisha runs off. He shoots after her, hitting her leg. She falls over and he hurries to her. Kellerman follows them. Hale raises his gun.]
Latisha: [Her gag fallen off] Please. Please. [Hale falters.] Please. [There's a shot from behind her and Kellerman stands there, gun outstretched. Latisha lays on the ground, dead.]
Kellerman: Pick up the casings. [He walks off.]

[Cut to Michael's cell, Fox River. Haywire is asleep on the top bunk. Michael reaches up under his bed-frame and pulls out the bolt. He quietly stands up and walks to the sink. He begins to work on pulling it out. There's a creaking of bedsprings and Michael looks up. Haywire is staring at him.]
Michael: What's your problem?
Haywire: I got a neural anatomic lesion. Affecting my reticular activating system.
Michael: What does that mean?
Haywire: It means I don't sleep. At all. [He leans back on his pillow and Michael slumps down onto his arm.]

[End.]