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Prison Break

1x04: Cute Poison

Original Airdate: 9/12/2005

Writer: Matt Olmstead

Director: Matt Earl Beesley

Transcript by Belinda



[Open, Lincoln's cell. It's nighttime, and Lincoln lays on a bunk asleep. The cell door suddenly clangs open and light floods the cell, awakening Lincoln. He sits up in shock and Bellick walks in.]

Bellick: On your feet!

Lincoln: What time is it?

Bellick: Get up. [Another CO walks into the cell]

Lincoln: What's going on? [The CO pulls him to his feet.] No! Bellick!

Bellick: Come on. Move it.

Lincoln: Bellick! Bellick! No! Bellick! Bellick! [He's pulled out of the cell. Bellick locks the door behind him.]

[Lincoln is walked down a corridor on death row between two CO's.]

Lincoln: Bellick, where are you taking-. Bellick, no!

[Another door is pulled open and Lincoln is dragged inside.]

Lincoln: No. Bellick, no. Bellick, no. [In front of him is the electric chair.] I got a month left. Please! [He's forced down into the chair.] No, Bellick! Bellick, no! Bellick, please. [The CO's strap him into the chair.]

CO: Pull it up!

Lincoln: No! No! I got a month left! Please! [A wet sponge is forced down on his head and water floods his face.] Bellick! [He gives up his protestations and starts to mutter.] Please. Bellick. [The helmet is tightened beneath his chin. Lincoln begins to hyperventilate as the hood falls over his eyes. An electrical cord is fastened to the helmet. Task completed, the CO's walk away, leaving Lincoln, panting, in the chair. Bellick walks over.]

Bellick: Make your peace, Lincoln. [He drops the hood over his face.] Lets get on with it.

[In an external room, a CO drops the switch on the wall controlling the chair's electrical currents. Lincoln shudders.]

[In his cell, Lincoln wakes up from his nightmare. He sits up and breathes heavily. Slowly he puts his head in his hands.]



[Cut to Michael's cell. Michael sits beside the sink in a wifebeater, working away at the blocks behind it with the bolt. There's a clang from outside and he looks up in alarm before continuing his work. A guard calls out.]

CO: Open on 40! [The cell door slides open and Michael jumps up, forcing the sink back in its original position. Haywire appears outside the cell and walks in. The CO stands to one side as Haywire pulls himself up on the bunk.] Close 40! [The door slides shut. Michael splashes his face with water from the sink and sighs before toweling himself dry.]

Michael: Haywire, you ever thought of breaking out?

Haywire: [Laughing softly] What the hell would I do out there?

Michael: [Dryly] Not be here.

Haywire: Halfway houses. Psych visit's Meds. Checking in with a PO. Urine tests. [Michael walks over to the door and drapes himself over the bars.] Keeping a job. No. Why you ask?

Michael: This guy was talking about it in the yard yesterday. I didn't know what to say.

Haywire: [Whispering.] Tell Officer Bellick. He'll make life easy for you if uh... [He looks up suddenly and trails off.]

Michael: [Turning to look at him] If what?

Haywire: Your tattoos.

Michael: What about them? [Pulling away from the door.]

Haywire: What are they of? [Michael reaches below Haywire's bunk to his own to get another shirt.] No, no, no. What are they? Like some kind of a...

Michael: They're just tattoos. [CO Mac taps on the bars.]

Mac: Candy time Haywire. [Haywire hops off the bunk and walks over to the door as Michael pulls a shirt over his head.]

Haywire: [To Michael] They think I have schizoaffective disorder with bipolar tendencies.

Mac: Think you got it?

Haywire: [Turning to him.] Whatever. [He takes the pills from the nurse and throws them at the back of his throat before drinking from a cup of water.] Ahhh. I take the pills to keep the quacks off my back. [He sticks his tongue out so the nurse can see that the pills are gone. Mac and the nurse walk off.] Bye, now. [He pushes past Michael.] Get out of the way. [Over at the sink, he forces himself to throw up.]

Michael: You know, maybe they give you those things for a reason. [Haywire flushes the toilet.]

Haywire: Yeah, to keep me dull. To keep me in their invisible freaking handcuffs. Seriously though, those tattoos, they're beautiful. [Michael pulls out another shirt.] You mind if I, you know, look at the whole thing?

Michael: I do, actually. [He pulls on the other shirt.]

Haywire: [Confused.] Why?

CO: Door. Stand clear.

Michael: Does there need to be a reason? [The cell door slides open.]



[Cut to the yard. Michael walks toward Sucre.]

Michael: Sucre!

Sucre: [Walking past.] I'm not even talking to you, man.

[Michael turns to watch him leave, seeing Haywire by the gate. He turns around again and rolls up his sleeve to bare part of his tattoo. A jug pours out a liquid, and its label reads 'Cute Poison']

[Flashback. Michael sits at his desk, working through a pile of information. He looks up at his wall of information and writes something on a piece of paper full of chemical information. Over an equation he writes 'Cute Poison'.]

[End flashback. Cut back to the yard.]

Abruzzi: [Approaching.] What's the problem?

Michael: Nothing I can't handle.

Abruzzi: Well I knew there was a problem. I could tell by looking at you from across the yard. [Turning to his group.] Guys, didn't I say, there was a problem? [He goes back to Michael.] So, what's the problem? [Michael tilts his head in the direction of Haywire.]

Michael: You're looking at it.

Abruzzi: What, Haywire?

Michael: [Nodding gently.] Yep. He's my new cellmate.

Abruzzi: [Sighing.] That's a problem.

Michael: He doesn't sleep.

Abruzzi: So when do you dig?

Michael: I don't.

Abruzzi: [Threateningly.] Hey, you and I are in bed now. You made me a promise. You said that we were gonna get out of here. You renege now, and I'm gonna cut you. [He claps Michael's shoulder with his hand.] So you better take care of your business, or I will take care of you. [He pulls away slightly and his tone lightens.] Have a nice day. [He walks off. Michael watches him leave.]



[Theme]



[Cut to Pope's office. Michael and Pope stand before the model of the Taj Mahal, working.]

Pope: It's really coming together, isn't it?

Michael: Yep.

Pope: You think it'll be done in time?

Michael: Well, [he pauses] I figure we still have the interior alcoves and pilasters to do, which is no small task, but yes, I think so. [Pope nods in agreement.]

Pope: Listen, I have to say, I... I really appreciate all the effort that you put into this. Uh, I wish there was some way I could, you know, pay you or something.

Michael: There is one thing that you can do for me. [He pauses and turns to Pope.] My cellmate.

Pope: Ah, the inimitable Charles Patoshik. Haywire?

Michael: Then you know.

Pope: Hold it right there. Officer Bellick is in charge of cell transfers. You're gonna have to talk to him about that.

Michael: [Smiling darkly.] I tried, but he seems to think we're a good match.

Pope: Did he threaten you?

Michael: Who? Haywire or Bellick?

Pope: [Taking it as a joke and laughing softly.] Unfortunately, unless there's some evidence of violence or sexual predation between cellmates, those kind of requests fall on deaf ears around here. The prison systems a little too crowded for requests based on personality. It's not exactly sandals out there. [There's a knock on the door. Pope's secretary, Becky, enters.]

Becky: Warden, sorry. Your wife is here.

Pope: What? She's not supposed to be here till 4:00! [He walks toward her.] Becky, do not let her come in here under any circumstances. She's not supposed to see this until our anniversary. I'll be right out. [He turns back to Michael and Becky leaves. Giving Michael a quick glance, he grabs his suit jacket and follows her. In the admin area he shrugs on his coat.] Hi, sweetheart. You're early. Uh, lets go eat!

Judy: You're acting funny.

Pope: I am?

Judy: What's going on in there?

Pope: Oh, just going over some files.

Judy: Becky said you were in a meeting. [Pope glances over at Becky.] This isn't Toledo all over again, is it?

Pope: Toledo? How can you say that?

Judy: Then you won't mind if I look.

[The door to Pope's office opens and Michael steps out as Judy walks over.]

Pope: Judy...

Michael: Warden, I'm not going to be able to cooperate. I'd get killed if I did. Johnson's still deciding. [Pope's mouth gapes open and he recovers, realizing.]

Pope: Then you and I are done. [Michael smiles slightly and nods before walking off. Judy turns to Pope.]

Judy: You should've just told me.

Pope: Well, you know how anxious I get when you come around the inmates. [Judy laughs lightly.] Becky, have a guard escort Johnson back to his cell. I'll deal with him later. [He turns back to Judy.] Come on, let's go eat!



[Cut to a corridor. Lincoln is escorted through a door to a lawyer council room. Veronica stands behind a table.]

Lincoln: What are you doing here?

Veronica: I'm your attorney. I'm representing you now.

Lincoln: Hm.

Veronica: If that's all right with you.

Lincoln: Last time I saw you, you called me a liar.

Veronica: Things have changed. I believe you now. [She sits down. Lincoln walks in and sits next to her] I got in touch with Crab Simmons ex girlfriend Latisha. She corroborated your story.

Lincoln: Will she testify?

Veronica: She's missing. I don't know, I think the Secret Service got to her

Lincoln: Secret Service?

Veronica: They've been poking around. Soon as they show up she disappears. What do you think happened.

Lincoln: Wow. I didn't realize it was that high up, you know. Do you know what we're up against?

Veronica: I know it's a lot more than either of us can handle on our own.

Lincoln: Project Justice.

Veronica: Why have I heard of them?

Lincoln: All they handle is death penalty cases. There's a guy there, Ben Forsik. I sent him copies of everything I had. I mean you could go there, tell them everything you've found. Maybe It'll be enough to bring them on board.

Veronica: Okay

Lincoln: [Hesitating] So uh, how's Sebastian?

Veronica: What do you mean?

Lincoln: Well, you being here. I mean Is he cool with it?

Veronica: I haven't talked to him. The engagement's off.

Lincoln: Oh. Sorry.

Veronica: You could at least say that like you mean it.

Lincoln: I do.

Veronica: God, you always were a lousy liar.

Lincoln: [Nodding and laughing softly] yeah.

Veronica: I'd better get to Project Justice. [Lincoln nods and she stands. As she does, he watches her.]

Lincoln: Veronica. [She stops by the door and turns to look at him.] Thank you. I didn't have a whole lot left.

Veronica: You can thank me when I get you out of here. [Lincoln nods slightly and the door buzzes as Veronica leaves. Once she's gone, he sighs and rests his head on the table.]



[Cut to the yard, Sucre stands by the phone and calls Maricruz.]

Sucre: Baby, it's me. Are you there? Hello? Are you there?

Trokey: [In line behind him.] Hey, if she is, she obviously don't want to talk to you. [Sucre gives him a look and turns back to the phone box.]

Sucre: It's Wednesday, babe. You're gonna come around today, right? Look, I gotta hang up now. I gotta go back in the block, but you're gonna be here today, right? I'm your man baby and I love you. I do. [He frowns and hangs up.]



[Cut to the showers. Michael walks out from the communal showers with a towel wrapped around his waist. Haywire appears behind him as he picks up another towel.]

Haywire: It's a pattern. [Michael spins around to look at him.]

Michael: What did you say?

Haywire: Your tattoo, it's a pattern.

Michael: [Wrapping the second towel around his shoulders and picking up his clothes] You're seeing things. [He walks out, and Haywire watches him, thinking.]



[Cut to Pope's office. Bellick and Pope are in a meeting.]

Pope: Putting him in with Haywire is a low blow, Deputy.

Bellick: What? The shrinks cleared Haywire for re-entry into Gen Pop. Besides, he's so doped up on meds, he's like a kitten these days.

Pope: [With a short laugh] A kitten that killed both his parents.

Bellick: With all due respect sir, if you give Scofield preferential treatment, it'll undermine your credibility. [Pope looks to him with slight surprise.] Look, I know you got a soft spot for the guy because he's got brains in his head, and he's helping you with that contraption in there. But the guy's a violent criminal. [Pope begins to say something but Bellick cuts him off.] He deserves punishment just as much as the rest of these guys.

Pope: [Nodding but pushing it aside.] You have been here long enough to know that I'm less interested in punishment than I am in rehabilitation. And sticking him in with Haywire is not rehabilitation in my book.

Bellick: [Removing his cap.] You delegated authority over Gen Pop to me, boss.

Pope: I know I did.

Bellick: Then you either gotta let me do my job or pass it on to somebody else.

Pope: Now, Brad, go easy. There's a reason I'm giving you more and more responsibility. [He moves closer to Bellick.] When I retire, I'm recommending you to take my place. Don't make me regret it. All I'm saying is take another look at the Scofield situation. I trust your judgement.

Bellick: [Nodding.] Yes, sir. [He walks off.]



[Cut to visitation, later. Sucre walks down the line to the main room but gets the door shut in his face by CO Mac.]

Sucre: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. Hold up. This is supposed to be an open visitation. Why are we doing it here?

Mac: Ask your visitor.

Sucre: [Turning to look at who's visiting him in a segregated area. Hector stands there. He walks up to him.] What are you doing here? Where's Maricruz?

Hector: [They sit down.] She's not gonna be coming around here anymore.

Sucre: Is she hurt?

Hector: No, no. She's fine, she's fine. She's just... uh, [he pauses.] She's with me now.

Sucre: She's with you now? [He smiles, looking around.] This is a joke, right?

Hector: No. She made a decision, man. She decided she needed stability.

Sucre: [Disbelievingly] Is she gonna get that from you?

Hector: Look, look, you can think whatever you want about me. But uh... [he taps the glass divider.] I'm not the one who's in prison. See, I actually can do something for her. And she wanted me to stop by here and talk to you first you know, in case you got mad... [Sucre stands up and bangs on the glass shouting in Spanish at him. Hector stands back and a CO comes in to restrain Sucre. Sucre steps back, hands up quietly.]

Hector: You just proved my point. You're a con. And that's all you'll ever be. [Sucre kisses his fist and points at him angrily. Hector stares then walks off. Sucre's head drops dejectedly.]



[Cut to the toxin control centre at Fox River. Michael walks in, throwing cigarettes to another inmate.]

Inmate: Make it quick. [Michael walks down rows of equipment, stopping in front of the masonry section. He selects a bottle of something and checks his wrist. On it is written 'Cute Poison'. The 'Cu, S' and 'O' in both words highlight. He grabs a bottle of drain cleaner and drops it in a sock stuffed up his sleeve.]

Inmate: Yeah. He's right in here.

Bellick: Take a walk, Choppy. [Bellick walks up the isle where Michael is still standing.] Scofield. You're in a restricted area.

Michael: I'm doing yard work for PI. We need some fertilizer.

Bellick: Then why are you in the masonry section? [He draws his nightstick and approaches Michael, searching through his jacket with the stick. He doesn't find the bottle. He pulls away.]

Bellick: By the way, how's the foot? [He stomps down hard on Michael's left foot, minus two toes. Michael groans as he screws it into the ground and falls down. He grabs a hold of his foot in agony.] Don't ever go around me to the Pope again. [Bellick stands up.] Now move. [Tentatively, Michael stands up and walks off.]



[Cut to Michael's cell, the next day. Michael spits out water after brushing his teeth. He looks up.]

Michael: You know what, Haywire? I don't think we're going to work out. And since I was here first, I think you should go. [He turns around to look at Haywire.]

Haywire: I crapped myself once in junior high. [Michael looks mildly frustrated.] During PE, we were playing badminton. [Michael looks down at the sink, where toothpaste rests.] And I knew I was going to have to walk past a bunch of the other students to you know, get back to the locker room. [Michael picks up the toothpaste and squeezes it out in the toilet.] And so, I just started walking. And I tried to make fun of it, you know, before anyone else did. So I turned around behind me and I said, "Look, I have a tail." [He laughs. Michael puts the empty tube back into his pocket and flushes the toilet.]

Haywire: I just shared a secret with you. Now it's your turn.

Michael: You want to know what the tattoos mean?

Haywire: Yeah.

Michael: Nothing. [He walks off. Haywire looks confused that his plan didn't work. Michael walks to the gate.]

Abruzzi: Hey, Fish. Making any progress?

Michael: With Sleeping Beauty back there or with the digging?

Abruzzi: Either.

Michael: No. But I know what to do.

Abruzzi: Oh, yeah? The problem is, you don't got the stugots to do it.

CO: Abruzzi, let's go.

Abruzzi: See you.



[Cut to the yard. Trokey's using the phone. Sucre runs up to him.]
Trokey: Yeah, really? Well, tell the crazy son of a bitch I said hi.

Sucre: Wrap it up.

Trokey: How about Aunt Ruth? She out of the hospital yet?

Sucre: Wrap it up.

Trokey: Hold on, Ma. [He puts his hand around the phone.] Bite me. [Sucre reaches out and disconnects the call. Trokey drops the receiver.] Okay, we got a problem now, man.

Sucre: Let's handle it then. [Trokey laughs and walks off.] Just what I thought. [He reaches out to take the phone and dials a number. Maricruz answers.]

Maricruz: Hello?

Sucre: Maricruz? It's me. Baby, what the hell is going on? What's the deal with you and Hector?

Maricruz: When were you gonna tell me?

Sucre: Tell you what?

Maricruz: That Rita Saldana's been visiting you?

Sucre: What?

Maricruz: Yeah. Hector told me.

Sucre: [In disbelief.] Hector told you. Hector told you. Of course he told you. Baby, that guy's a snake. He's a liar.

Maricruz: Why would he lie?

Sucre: Well, why would he lie? Because he's been trying to get into your pants since the minute we started dating, that's why.

Maricruz: You know what? I don't know what to believe.

Sucre: Me, mami. Believe me.

Maricruz: Yeah, while I wait by the phone twice a week.

Sucre: Baby, where is this coming from?

Maricruz: I don't know. [She sighs.] Look, there's just so many things. Yesterday I went to Teresa's house and I saw her baby.

Sucre: Is that what this is about? You think your clock is ticking?

Maricruz: Well I am going to be 30 in a few years.

Sucre: Baby, you're 25. Baby, you wanna get pregnant? Let's get pregnant right now.

Maricruz: Baby, you know I can't get pregnant till I'm married.

Sucre: We're gonna get married in 16 months.

Maricruz: Yeah, well, Hector says that if something goes wrong in there, then you could serve your full sentence. I can't wait 10 years. I can't wait 10 years, baby.

Sucre: I'm gonna be out in 16 months.

Maricruz: Well, what if something does happen, huh? Baby, I can't wait that long. [Hector walks up behind her.] I can't. I'm sorry, I gotta go.

Sucre: Hello? Wait. Hello? [He tries to connect the call again but hangs up.]



[Cut to the office of Project Justice. Veronica talks with Ben Forsik. His associate, Nick, sits by the window.]

Ben: Even if Leticia Barris turned up again, her testimony would be worthless. By and large, most junkies with criminal records don't shine on the stand.

Veronica: Maybe. But I just found all this out in the past couple of days. I'm confident that I can find out a whole lot more now that I'm devoting all my time to the case.

Nick: The secret service agent who came to visit you when Leticia was in your office. What did he want?

Ben: Nick, please. You've gotta understand, Miss Donovan, unless there's new information you can provide for us, we've already reviewed Mr. Burrows' case thoroughly. Do you have any new evidence?

Veronica: No, but I...

Ben: But. That's essentially what you're telling me, right?

Veronica: Yes, that's what I'm telling you. But look, Mr. Forsik, you don't need to point out what I don't have. I am well aware of that. [Nick nods.] I'm here asking for your help because I don't think an innocent man should be killed for something he didn't do. And I believe that's what it says on your mission statement in the lobby. We get thousands of requests for representation.

Veronica: I'm sure you do...

Ben: And I have to decide which cases we're going to devote our very limited resources to.

Veronica: I will do all of the legwork, Mr Forsik. But since I don't have any experience in death penalty cases, I'm just asking you to point me in the right direction. [Ben sighs.] Please.

Ben: I'm sorry. We just don't have the manpower.

Veronica: [Hesitating, watching Nick.] Thank you for your time. [She walks out of the building. Outside, Hale calls Kellerman.]

Hale: She's just leaving now. Figure it'll take her at least a half hour to get across town in this traffic.

Hale: [Sifting through documents in Vee's house.] We're not going to need nearly that much time. [He pauses and leans forward to look at something. A photo shows Veronica and Lincoln at her graduation. Next to them is Michael.]



[Cut to Michael and Haywire's cell. Haywire straightens out his toiletries on the sink.]

Haywire: Hey, have you seen my toothpaste? It was right here.

Michael: Haven't seen it.

Haywire: I always put it in the same place.

Michael: I'm sure it'll turn up.

CO: Lights out in 10 minutes!



[Cut to Sucre's cell. Lights are out and he lays on his bunk staring up at a photo of him and Maricruz.]



[In Michael's cell, Haywire rips at his clothing, exposing parts of his tattoo. Michael jumps and pushes himself against the wall.]

Haywire: The tattoos, there's a maze.

Michael: Get away from me.

Haywire: I need to see them. I just... You gotta show them to me. It's pulling me in.

Michael: I said, get away from me.

Haywire: Okay. He's got a maze on his skin. [He laughs.] The man's got a maze on his skin. Why? Why would he do that? Why? Why would he put a maze on his skin? Oh. I don't know. [Michael looks down.]



[Cut to the yard at Fox River. Michael walks up along side Abruzzi.]

Michael: How are your contacts in Chemical Lockup?

Abruzzi: Depends. Who's asking?

Michael: I need a bottle of Drain Line Root Control. Sooner than later.

Abruzzi: You got weeds growing in your cell?

Michael: [As Haywire walks through the gate.] Just one.



[They walk off as Haywire glances at his sketchbook and back at Michael]



[Veronica talks to Phil Weston outside the police station in Chicago.]



Phil: You the one who's looking for me?

Veronica: Yeah I wanted to ask you some questions about the Lincoln Burrows case.

Phil: Yeah?

Veronica: I'm Veronica Donovan. [She shakes his hand] I'm representing Lincoln on his appeal.

Phil: What about it? [They start to walk toward a food vendor.]

Veronica: You were the first one to respond to Lincoln's apartment the night of the murder right?

Phil: That's right.

Veronica: Look; I'd really appreciate it if you could just tell me exactly what you saw.

Phil: Dispatch called in with a tip that Burrows was seen running from the garage where they found Terrence Steadman. So we went over to Burrow's place.



[Flashback. Phil bursts open the door of Lincoln's apartment to find him over the sink looking slightly bewildered.]

Phil: [Voiceover] So we spread out, I took the bathroom. That's where I saw your client washing out the bloody pants.

Phil: [In the flashback] Police! Hands up!

[End flashback]

Phil: I don't need to tell you it was Steadman's blood, do I?

Veronica: In the report that you typed up that night, you said that you saw Lincoln standing in the bathroom. That's all. [Phil nods.] Later you testified that you saw him washing the pants. Which one is it?

Phil: Does it matter?

Veronica: Did you actually see him washing the pants or not?

Phil: Yes. He stood up, turned around; his hands were all wet, looking guilty as hell.

Veronica: Your testimony factored into his conviction. You know that, right?

Phil: [Laughing in disbelief.] Oh, you know, lady, if you got any other questions, just go through the department. [He walks off. Veronica watches him leave. She walks to her car and begins to unlock the door when Nick Savrinn appears beside her.]

Nick: Miss Donovan. [She jumps slightly and looks up. Nick puts his hands up defensively.] I didn't mean to scare you.

Veronica: What are you doing here?

Nick: I'm Nick Savrinn, with Project Justice.

Veronica: I know who you are, but what are you doing here?

Nick: [Walking toward her.] Look, my boss may not think Lincoln's case is worth looking into, but I do.



[In the yard at Fox River, Haywire stands by a fence sketching in his sketchpad, looking across at Michael. Michael, his back to him, sighs and turns to look at Abruzzi as he approaches and sits down, a bottle in his hand. He holds it out. Behind it is a shank.]

Abruzzi: There's a quicker way to take care of your problem. [He slides the bottle of drain control out of his hand to expose the shank. Michael raises an eyebrow and pauses.]

Michael: There's smarter ways, too. [He takes the bottle from Abruzzi, leaving the shank. Abruzzi watches him leave and tucks the shank down his sleeve.]



[In Michael's cell, he fiddles with the bottles of drain control and the masonry cleaner.]

CO: Lights out in ten minutes. Ten minutes. Lights out in ten minutes.



[Flashback to Michael's work. Scribbled over an equation are the words </b>'Cute Poison'</b> In the flashback, Michael slips a drop of liquid from a pipette onto metal. End flashback.]

[Michael pours the masonry cleaner into a tube of toothpaste.]

[Flashback. Michael drops a drop of a black liquid that looks very similar to the masonry cleaner onto the liquid already on the metal. Together they bubble in a chemical reaction. End flashback.]

[Michael screws on the lids of two tubes of toothpaste and holds them up.]



[Nick and Veronica meet in a café.]

Nick: What stood out for me was that most death penalty cases take ten years to exhaust all appeals. Lincoln got there in three.

Veronica: So for it to be expedited, there had to have been some sort of political influence, right?

Nick: Well, given that Terrence Steadman is the Vice President's brother, that's not too hard to believe.

Veronica: How though? They got to every judge that rejected Lincoln's appeal?

Nick: [Shaking his head] It doesn't take a judge. [He takes a sip of water.] All it takes is a little special attention from one of his clerks. But how Lincoln got fast tracked doesn't interest me. It's why. If he was set up, then why?

Veronica: I think the answer to that might lie in the victim. What do we know? That he was the CEO of Ecofield, right? [Nick nods.] That he was pushing alternative energy.

Nick: [Interrupting and holding up a finger.] Successfully pushing alternative energy. So oil companies, the Saudis, even- even our own government, a lot of people stood to benefit with Steadman out of the picture. [Veronica drinks from her coffee cup.] Why did you wait til now to take up this case?

Veronica: I thought he did it, like everybody else. I just hope it's not too late.

Nick: [Nodding.] It very well may be. You need to prepare yourself for that.

Veronica: What about you? [Nick looks up.] Why death penalty work?

Nick: My father did fifteen years for a crime he didn't commit. I know firsthand that when the government gets you in their crosshairs you stand very little chance. That's why. [Veronica looks concerned. Nick leans forward.] Now, do you want my help?



[At Fox River, Michael walks into the yard, as Haywire watches him enter. As he walks past him, Haywire freezes in realisation. Sucre strides across the yard to Michael, a purposeful and worried look on his face.]

Sucre: I want back in.

Michael: Too late.

Sucre: I'll do anything you need. See these hands? They're digging machines. You wanna go to China; I'll get you to China, Fish. I'll dig like a psychotic rodent if I have to. [He crosses in front of Michael, blocking his path.] Fish, I gotta be back in.

Michael: As of right now, there is no in. [He turns to look at Haywire so that Sucre follows his eye line.] Van Gogh over there's my new cellmate.

Sucre: But you're gonna do something about it, right? You're gonna get rid of him.

Michael: I'll do what's necessary.

Sucre: [Hugging him.] You're my boy. [He laughs and Michael smiles.] So, how you gonna do it?

Michael: Well, let's just put it this way. Someone's going to get hurt. [Sucre nods.]



[A phone rings at the lake house in Montana. The Garlic Chopper: picks up a knife and answers it, beginning to chop vegetables.]

Garlic Chopper: How did we miss this, guys?

Hale: Scofield's father was out of the picture by the time he was born. He took his mother's maiden name.

Garlic Chopper: All right, Scofield had no priors and a full time job as an engineer.

Hale: Correct.

Garlic Chopper: Then he goes and robs a bank, discharging a gun in the process so that at sentencing he could manoeuvre his way to Fox River where his brother's scheduled to die in less than a month. Obviously, something's up.

Hale: With all due respect, brothers are incarcerated together all over the country. It may just be a coincidence.

Garlic Chopper: [Stopping her cutting.] Move on the younger brother. Do it pre-emptively before anything rises up, bites any of us in the ass. [She walks off and hangs up.]



[At Fox River, Michael makes his way back to his cell.]

CO: All right, let's move it along! Let's look alive!

[In the cell, Haywire has strewn out many pictures of Michael's tattoo on Michael's bunk. The cell door slides shut behind Michael.]

Haywire: It's a pathway. Where does it lead? [Michael reaches out for a sketch Haywire's holding but Haywire pulls it away. Haywire lunges for Michael.] Where are you taking me?

[Michael pushes him off, turns around and grips the bars of the cell door and slams his forehead into them twice. Haywire frowns.]

Haywire: What are you, nuts?

Michael: [Gripping his forehead.] Officer! I need an officer!

Inmate: Shut up!

[CO Lewis: and Patterson walk down to the cell.]

Lewis:: What the hell's the problem down here? [He turns to see Michael.] What? Son of a bitch. Open up on 40!

[The cell door slides open. Haywire points at Michael.]

Haywire: He's got the pathway on his body. It leads somewhere.

Lewis:: [Finger outstretched warningly.] Back off Haywire. [Michael holds his forehead.]

Haywire: No, look. Look at his tattoos. It's a pathway.

Lewis: Haywire, I said back off. You want a hotshot?

Haywire: I'm telling you, look at...

Lewis: Back off! [He sprays Haywire's face with pepper spray. CO's pull Haywire out of the cell.]

CO: Get him out of here!

Haywire: It leads to hell! It's a pathway to hell! He's taking us all to hell! [Michael watches them leave, blood dripping down his face from his forehead.]



[Later, Michael reads a book on his bunk. The cell door buzzes open and he stands up as Sucre stands outside the cell.]

Bellick: [Walking past Sucre.] So, the gang's all back together again. Well aint that swell. [He lowers his voice speaking threateningly to Michael.] Told you not to go around me to the Pope. But you just keep making waves, don't you? [He leaves the cell and Sucre walks in, grinning. Another CO shuts the door and locks it.]



Sucre: Good to be back man.

Michael: Good to have you back. [He reaches out to shake hands while Sucre balls his in a fist and goes to place it on Michael's. Clumsily their hands meet. Michael balls his and Sucre clasps it in both hands and they grip each other's, slapping each other on the back.]

Sucre: So, when do we get started? [Michael smiles.]



[Sara stands outside the exam room chatting to Nurse Katie. She walks off and Michael, inside the room walks over to the sink and squeezes out the two toothpaste tubes into a drain. The liquids mix and bubble on the pipe below the sink. Michael hurries back to his chair as Sara walks in.]

Sara: Good afternoon Mr Scofield.

Michael: Hello.

Sara: How you feeling today.

Michael: Pretty good. [He rolls up his sleeve.]

Sara: [Noticing the bandaid over his eyebrow.] What happened?

Michael: [Shrugging] Uh, caught an elbow playing basketball.

Sara: [Disbelieving him.] Uhuh. [She pulls on some gloves.] Mind if I take a look?

Michael: By all means. [Sara pulls off the bandaid.]

Sara: You know you're going to get killed in here right? If you're not careful?

Michael: I'll make you a bet. When I get out of here, alive, I'll take you to dinner. [She doesn't answer.] Lunch. Cup of coffee.

Sara: Michael, this um, [she pauses] this charm act could be exactly what's getting you into trouble out in the yard.

[Michael doesn't answer and looks away.]

Sara: Lean forward. [He complies and she places a butterfly stitch on his gash. The pipe bubbles to the side of them.]



[In the council visitation room at Fox River, Lincoln, Nick and Veronica discuss the night of the murder. Nick walks over from the window to where Linc and Vee sit at the table.]

Nick: Right, you went to the parking garage. Terrence Steadman is already dead.

Lincoln: That's right.

Nick: You saw that, and you ran. Took the gun. [He sits down.]

Lincoln: [Shaking his head.] Dumped the gun.

Nick: where?

Lincoln: Storm drain. Van Buren and Wells.

Veronica: Nobody ever found it.

Nick: What do you do after that? You go back to your apartment?

Lincoln: [Nodding.] Yeah.



[Flashback of Lincoln washing his face in the sink.]

Lincoln: [Voiceover.] I was freaking out, trying to figure out what had happened. Then I saw the bloody pants in the tub. [In the flashback, he walks to the bathtub.]

[End flashback.]

Lincoln: The cops, they busted in a minute after I got there.

Veronica: The pants, the ones with Steadman's blood on them. Fist cop on the scene says he saw you washing them in the bathtub.

Lincoln: [Shaking his head.] He's lying. My hands were wet after splashing water on my face.

[Flashback. Lincoln spins around as the cops enter.]

Phil: Police! Lets see your hands! Hands up!

[End flashback.]

Lincoln: I never touched those pants.

Nick: [Nodding] Which brings us back to the gun. The one you said you dumped.

Lincoln: It was planted. It's the only way it could've got there.

Nick: Ballistics matched it to a slug that was...

Lincoln: The gun was planted, it was planted. Just like the pants.

Nick: Your fingerprints were all over the gun.

Lincoln: [Pausing in confusion.] Bo.

[Veronica frowns, recognition crossing her face. Nick looks confused.]

Nick: Who's Bo?

Lincoln: He's the guy who arranged everything.



[Flashback. Bo hands Lincoln two guns and Lincoln holds them, testing them.]

Lincoln: [Voiceover] He had me come around the night before, tried a few guns, see which one felt right. And that was the set up right there. One of those must've been the murder weapon. Then that's how they got my fingerprints on the gun.

[End flashback.]

Lincoln: Had to be.

Nick: All right, so this- this Bo, ah, he coerces you into doing this, all to clear a ninety thousand dollar debt?

Lincoln: He was going to kill my son.



[Later, Nick and Veronica walk out in the car park of Fox River.]

Veronica: Well?

Nick: A lot of "I didn't do it's," and those don't count for much. The security tape, the one that shows Lincoln pulling the trigger, you've got it, right?

Veronica: Yeah.

Nick: If Lincoln's telling the truth, then that tape is lying. I think we should have a look. Decide for ourselves. [They get into the car.]



[In Michael and Sucre's cell, Sucre holds out a mirror through the bars to check for CO's.]

Sucre: [Whispering.] You're clear.

[Michael pulls the bolt out from under the frame of Sucre's bunk and squats down by the toilet, unscrewing the bolts in it. Sucre smiles then picks up a tube of toothpaste discarded on Michael's bunk. He opens it and sniffs it, recoiling.]

Sucre: If the chemicals can eat through the iron pipes, how come they can't eat through the toothpaste tube?

Michael: It's only when the chemicals are combined that they become a corrosive.

Sucre: You studied chemistry or something?

Michael: Not in school. [He swaps sides of the toilet to finish unscrewing it. Sucre checks outside with the mirror again and comes back to watch Michael.]

Sucre: But what you're doing up there in the infirmary, what has that got to do with what we're doing here?

Michael: Getting through this wall is just the beginning. There's a whole lot of real estate in between here and the outside walls. The infirmary's the closest building to those walls. [He pulls the sink away from the wall.] And the weakest link in the security chain...

Sucre: [Smiling.] Cool. [Michael drops the bolt and picks up a piece of paper, then tests the space between the bricks behind the toilet to see if they're weak enough yet.]

Michael: I think I've removed enough grout to bust through. I'm going to need you to make some noise.

[Sucre stands up and walks over to the bars. He starts to sing in Spanish.]

Michael: Is that the best you can do?

Sucre: Have some faith, Papi, have some faith.

Inmate: Shut up! [Other inmates join in the yelling. Michael kicks at the wall, the sounds of the inmates covering up his noise.]

[In his cell, Lincoln can hear the noise, coupled with the sounds of doors buzzing open. He jumps, his eyes opening from sleep, recalling his nightmare. Sucre's singing grows louder back in A-Wing. Michael busts through the wall. Sucre suddenly stops. CO's walk out into the floor.]

Bellick: Not one more word! Next inmate that opens his mouth goes in the hole! [The CO's walk back off. Michael and Sucre look terrified that they'll be discovered and Sucre quickly grabs his mirror, checking outside.]

Sucre: We're good. [Michael squeezes through the hole to show a maintenance area behind the cells.]



[At Agent Hale's house, he eats dinner with his son, daughter and Allison, his pregnant wife.]

Allison: You okay?

Hale: Work. It's fine. [The doorbell rings and both Hale and Allison get up to answer it.] I got it. [He opens the front door to see Kellerman.]

Hale: everything all right?

Kellerman: Couldn't be better.

Hale: Do you want to come in? We just sat down to eat.

Kellerman: No. I just wanted to stop by to tell you in person. [Hale steps out and shuts the door behind him.] Problem solved. [Kellerman passes Hale some paperwork.]

Hale: What's this?

Kellerman: That is a transfer request. Michael Scofield is getting shipped out. Tomorrow. [Hale smiles and they shake hands. Kellerman walks off.] Have a good night. [Hale walks back inside.]