Prison Break Transcripts

[Cut to Michael running through a thick amount of trees. Running with him is Sucre. Close behind them are assorted CO's, police officers and dogs. Heading this group is Officer Bellick. Michael catches up to Lincoln as the members of the DOC continue to take chase. Officers run one way, while Bellick pauses and ducks through a more closed route. Lincoln, C-Note and Abruzzi stop suddenly, looking behind them while they catch their breath.]
Lincoln: Where are they? [They pant and catch their breath. A loud whistling sound fills the air.]
C-Note: What the hell is that? [Lincoln collects himself and jogs over to a clearing in the trees to look out. The loud whistling is accompanied by the toot of a train whistle.]
Lincoln: Let's go. [The three men run out to the train line. Lincoln yells over the loud train.] All we gotta do is make it to the other side.
C-Note: What?
Lincoln: Make it to the other side!
[Behind them, Michael and Sucre continue to run, ducking under branches to catch up. Lincoln, Abruzzi and C-Note run beside the train, Sucre and Michael are a fair distance behind, the officers closer still.]
Abruzzi: Come on you guys!
C-Note: Come on, run!
[Sucre and Michael reach the train line and run along side it as the others are doing.]
Lincoln: We gotta go! Go! Run! Move it! Move it!
[Behind them the CO's and officers reach the train line too.]
C-Note: I think it's gaining speed man!
[They over take the train and ducking in front of the engine. Sucre and Michael keep running, trying to catch up.]
Sucre: It's going too fast!
Michael: Go through!
Sucre: What?
Michael: Go through!
[Sucre jumps into an open carriage and Michael runs along side.]
Sucre: Michael! Grab my hand!
CO: [Behind them] Open fire!
[Suddenly Bellick runs out in front of the train and squats, taking aim with his shotgun as Michael jumps up onto the side of the train.]
Bellick: Freeze! I will gun you down, Scofield!
[Michael clambers along the side of the train, trying to get to the open carriage. Bellick takes aim and fires, just as Lincoln grabs Michael's arm and pulls him inside the carriage.]
Lincoln: Michael, come on!
[Bellicks bullet barely misses Michael. The boys jump to the ground on the other side of the track. Bellick can see the five men running through the gap between the train body and the tracks. He pulls a CO to him.]
Bellick: Where's the aeriel and the others?
CO: They're back on the ground refueling. [Bellick pushes him away angrily.]
Bellick: Son of a bitch.

[Theme.]

[Cut to Mahone, still seated at the desk at Fox River. His female assistant, Foaly, enters.]
Foaly: Sir, the media's ready. [Mahone clicks his pen closed, takes off his glasses and stands, adjusting his shirt cuffs and making himself presentable before a mirror. He pauses before a desk, hesitating, before taking a different pen to what he was holding before. Cut to a press conference. Media are taking photos of Mahone and Mahone coughs to silence the room.]
Mahone: I'd like to, uh, talk about John Wilkes Booth for a moment, if I could, Abraham Lincoln's killer. Twelve days. That's how long it took to find him. In his journal during this period he wrote that the shadow was his friend, the night his domain. [As he speaks, we have shots of the four escapee's running.] He acknowledged that whatever neurosis drove the criminal to commit the original crime is compounded. Magnified by flight. By the sounds of dogs at his heels. Fear becomes paranoia, paranoia ultimately psychosis. [Cut back to Mahone.] I bring this up because in one hundred and forty years, the fundamental mind of the escape man has not changed. The escape man is still human, he is still afraid, and he will stop at nothing in his attempt at flight. [Warden Henry Pope's face is grave, concerned. Cut back to Abruzzi. Abruzzi tucks a gun into the back of his pants elastic.] Fortunately for us, while our quarry has shadow and night as his ally, we have something far greater. [Cut back to Mahone.] Television. I would encourage everyone who is watching. Everyone in this country, to take a good look at these faces. [The mug shots of the escapee's are pinned to a board beside him.] These men, right here, are now the eight most wanted men in America. [Cut back to the escapee's, still running through the trees. They all stop to regroup and catch their breath.]
Sucre: Ah, I thought I thought this out. I thought… you saw all those guys back there?
Michael: The key is they're back there, and we're up here.
Sucre: Yeah? And how long is that going to last?
C-Note: [Stretching.] Yeah, especially since we don't have a pot to piss in thanks to Abruzzi's magically disappearing jet!
Abruzzi: You were never going to be on that plane, brother.
C-Note: And don't think I don't know where you were going either Scofield.
Michael: [Annoyed.] And where am I going?
C-Note: Oh, I don't know...Utah? When were you planning on telling us about the money, man?
Sucre: What money?
C-Note: The five million dollars that Westmoreland planted in the desert in Utah.
Michael: You don't know what you're talking about.
C-Note: You wish I didn't know.
[They all begin to walk off again.]
Sucre: Wait, wait, what money?

[Cut back to Fox River. Mahone and Pope walk a corridor.]
Mahone: Warden.
Pope: It's a little early for the FBI to be showing up, don't you think?
Mahone: Look, I get it. It's still your investigation, but once those criminals cross state lines, it will become a federal matter.
Pope: Yeah well, that is not going to happen. [They stop.]
Mahone: I hope you're right. That's why I was going to suggest that we cut through any interagency politics from the outside. Full transparency.
Pope: Absolutely.
Mahone: Good. Then maybe you can tell me about Doctor Tancredi.
Pope: There's nothing to tell.
Mahone: From what I'm hearing, she might have abetted the escapee's. Opened the door that allowed them to get out.
Pope: Like I said, there's nothing to tell. [He begins to walk off.]
Mahone: You're not being very transparent, Warden.
Pope: [Angrily.] Look. I don't discuss my staff.
Mahone: Maybe you should. Because she may be the key to this thing. We need to speak with her.
Pope: Well right now, Mr. Mahone, she's not going to be speaking with anyone.
[Cut to a hospital. Two doctors stand over a hospital bed of Doctor Sara Tancredi.]
First Doctor: How we doing?
Second Doctor: Well the IV's are hydrating her. We got her on naloxone infusion, half milligram per hour. [Sara, in a coma has tubes reaching into her mouth to keep her breathing.]
First Doctor: What do you think the chances are?
Second Doctor: Well we've done everything on our end. It's really up to her. Either she fights and lives, or she quits and dies.
[They leave the room. Sara flashes through the past few months, remembering all the times she spent with Michael. She raises her eyebrows and continues to remember, her overdose on morphine and leaving the door to the infirmary unlocked. Suddenly, she takes a deep breath, her chest rising naturally.]

[Cut to a campground. Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell rats through the camper's equipment, gathering their ice chest and throwing useless things out of it. He places something wrapped in a cloth in the ice chest. Taking a chunk of ice cubes and putting them in his mouth, he looks around. Suddenly the camper and his girlfriend emerge from the tent and T-Bag picks up a screwdriver.]
Camper: Hey, what do you think- [T-Bag whirls around, screwdriver outstretched as a weapon.] Do whatever thing you gotta do. [T-Bag grabs the ice chest and stands up awkwardly, turning to leave. He drops the chest and turns back quickly.]
T-Bag: Oh, and, boy. If you call the cops, I will put this thing right here, [he brandishes the screwdriver again] in your eye. [He grabs the camper's hat.] Thank you. [T-Bag grabs the ice chest and runs off, knocking over camping equipment as he goes.]

[Cut to the train line where Michael and the others lost the officers. The train has been stopped and dogs sniff at the carriages. Mahone and Ives go through photo's of Michael's torso, covered in ink.]
Mahone: Structural engineer, huh?
Ives: Not the kind you'd expect to get that much ink.
Mahone: Not the kind at all. [He points at the tattoo.] How long do you think it would take to get something like that done?
Ives: A hundred hours? Two hundred?
Mahone: Tattoo artist that gave it to him must have spent a lot of time with him then.
Ives: [Taking the hint.] I'll find out who it was. [He walks off as Bellick approaches Mahone.]
Mahone: Mr. Bellick!
Bellick: Don't talk to me.
Mahone: Fine, but it's going to make collaboration kinda hard.
Bellick: Collaboration? I've got men out here in harms way and you're giving press conferences.
Mahone: The press is a tool. They'll bring those men back quicker than bloodhounds will.
Bellick: We don't need you. We're hot on these guy's trail and it's just a matter of time till we nail them.
Mahone: [Patronizingly.] The problem I find with being ‘on a trail' is that by definition, you'll always be behind your prey.
Bellick: We'll see about that.
[He storms away. Mahone just shakes his head and rolls his eyes.]

[Cut to a house on a lake. A title card reads 'Blackfoot, Montana.' Inside, Veronica Donovan checks Terrance Steadman for weapons.]
Steadman: I'm not armed.
Veroncia: You'll have to excuse me if I'm a little short on trust at the moment.
Steadman: I assure you, young woman, I'm the furtherest thing from a threat. I think the Percocet pretty much insures that.
Veroncia: [Drawing out a camera.] Good, then you won't mind if I capture this moment for posterity. [She takes a shot.]
Steadman: It won't do you any good.
Veroncia: You don't care that somebody's going to be executed for your murder while you're just sitting here.
Steadman: I'm not the one who chose Lincoln Burrows as the fall guy.
Veroncia: Who did? Your sister, the President?
Steadman: You don't understand, I'm a prisoner to all of this.
Veroncia: Oh come on. You could've come forward. You could've stopped this thing before it even got started.
Steadman: [Slightly amused.] No I really am a prisoner. And now you are too. The moment you let the door shut behind you. [Veronica looks up, alarmed and walks to the door. Steadman stands and watches her.]
Steadman: Didn't it strike you as curious that there wasn't any security out there? The doors only open from the outside. The glass is two inches thick, bulletproof. [He pauses.] There's no getting out of here young woman.

[Cut to a river. Michael and Lincoln sit at the end of a fishing dock.]
Lincoln: We gotta dump them now.
Michael: Can't. They know about Utah.
Lincoln: All the more reason to dump them.
Michael: If they get caught, the feds will know exactly where we're going. They'll tell em. We've just gotta make sure they stay afloat, till we're off in Utah. Doing what we gotta do. [On land, the other three men start to pace, murderously.]
Lincoln: You really think the money's going to be there?
Michael: [Pausing and sighing.] Charles might have had a flexible relationship with the truth, but at the end, at the end there'd be no reason for him to lie about it. I figure that once we bag it, we cross over into Mexico. Take a whole bunch of bumpy second-class bus rides till we hit Panama.
Lincoln: [Laughing slightly.] You really got a fix on this dive shop thing, huh?
Michael: [Laughing.] Yeah. [His face becomes discouraged, pensive.] Right now I wouldn't mind swinging in a hammock for the next ten, twenty years.
Lincoln: We got half the country after us. We aint making it to Panama or Utah. Not without help.
Michael: [Concerned and slightly depressed.] Veronica can't help us.
Lincoln: How can you say that? We don't have money, clothes-
Michael:I already got all that.
Lincoln: [Confused, helpless.] Thought the plan was Abruzzi's jet.
Michael: Abruzzi's jet was plan A.
Lincoln: Then we got-
Michael: Everything we need.
Lincoln: Where?
Michael: Storage. [He looks down at his left wrist where the words 'Ripe Chance Woods' are tattooed.]

[Cut to a reddish building. A title card reads 'FBI Field Office Chicago, Illinois.' Inside, Mahone sits on the edge of a desk, where Sid the tattoo artist sits.]
Mahone: Scofield designed the tattoo, not you?
Sid: He brought the entire thing in, every element. I mean look at it, it's the freakin Sistine Chapel. I know the guy was an engineer or whatever, but man, his skill as an artist was unbelievable.
Mahone: What else? What can you tell me about him as a person?
Sid: Uh, he was cool, you know, but uh, talk about a detail Nazi? Everything had to be perfect. Exactly as he drew it. I always sorta had the feeling that the whole thing was some sort of inside joke that only he was in on. [Mahone flips through different Polaroid's of Michael's tattoo, exposing one that reads 'English, Fitz, Percy.']
Mahone: We have your number, right?
Sid: [Standing up.] Yeah.
Mahone: I may be calling you. Thank you. [Sid nods and walks out. Mahone calls into the outside office.] Foaly! [The young assistant walks into his office.] What was the name of that long road we took to get to the prison?
Foaly: [Looking slightly confused.] Uh, I think it was English street? [There's a shot of police cars traveling down a road that reads 'English Street']
Mahone: [Exhaling.] And out in front of the prison, the two streets that intersect it.?
Foaly: Fitz, and Percy. Why?
Mahone: Thank you. [He looks down at the photo of 'English, Ftiz, Percy' again.]

[Cut to the fishing area where the five men are. Michael and Lincoln, back on land, walk along.]
Michael: Saddle up!
Abruzzi: Where we going?
Michael: Somewhere we can stop being cons, start being civilians.
C-Note: Yo, why don't you cut out all the riddles, Snowflake, and just give it to us straight. [Sucre hears a rustling noise and looks around, waving for them to be quiet.]
Sucre: Hey, hey, hey.
C-Note: What?
[They all turn around to see what Sucre's looking at. A young girl, Gracie, appears.]
Gracie: Hi.
Sucre: [Surprised.] Hi.
C-Note: [Stepping forward.] Well hey, little one!
Gracie: What are you doing? [C-Note crouches down.]
C-Note: Well uh, [he laughs softly.] We're just fishing.
Gracie: [Noticing their empty hands.] With no poles?
C-Note: Well, we like to fish with our hands.
Sucre: Ye- yeah, that's it. Hand fishing.
Michael: [Stepping forward.] I think the question is, what are you doing out here?
Gracie: [Shrugging.] Hunting. [Behind her a man appears, Gracie's father.]
Gracie's Father: Gracie! [He notices C-Note and brandishes his shotgun.] Get away! Gracie, get away! Get back!
C-Note: [Hands raised.] Whoa, whoa.
Gracie's Father: You're those guys from Fox River! Don't any of you move a freakin muscle. Get away from her. GET AWAY FROM HER!
C-Note: [Standing.] Okay, okay. Just, relax. Relax.
[Abruzzi steps forward, his hand just behind the back of his pants.]
Abruzzi: Sir,
Gracie's Father: You stay where you are. [Abruzzi rushes forward and grabs Gracie before her father can react.] No, NO!
All others: John! No! Let her go
! Abruzzi: [Pointing his gun at the father.] Put the gun down. [Gracie's father hesitates.]
Gracie's Father: Put her down!
Abruzzi: Right now!
Gracie's Father: Let her go!
Michael: John, let go of the girl.
Abruzzi: You, shut up! [He pulls away from the father, still holding Gracie.]
Michael: Let her go!
Abruzzi: Put it down. Drop the gun. [The father takes aim but falters.] You drop the gun. Drop it now! You put the gun down. One. [He moves the gun from its direction pointed at the father, to the side of Gracie's head.] Gonna pull the trigger. Two! [The father hesitates then throws the gun to the ground.] Good boy. Good boy![He turns to the others.] Get the gun. [When no one moves, he points the gun at Sucre.] Pick it up! [Sucre hurries forward and grabs the shotgun.]
Gracie's Father: Don't you hurt her!
Abruzzi: HEY!
Gracie's Father: Don't you lay a-
Abruzzi: [Pointing the gun at the sky and crouching down, talking to Gracie.] You're going to be all right. Okay? [She nods slightly. He releases her.] Run to daddy. [She races toward her father who picks her up.]
Gracie's Father: I ain't going to say anything to anybody, man. [Michael walks forward.]
Michael: You're not going to get hurt so just calm down. Where's your car?
Gracie's Father: Up on the road.
Michael: I need your keys. [The father pulls them from his pocket and tosses them to Michael. As he walks off, the other men follow, Lincoln giving Abruzzi a death glare. The man holds his daughter tightly.]

[Cut to a hospital where Sara lays, fully awake now. Foaly stands before her.]
Foaly: You're being considered as an accessory to this, you know that, don't you?
Sara: I know very little right now.
Foaly: You opened the door to the infirmary that allowed Scofield to escape, didn't you?
Sara: No.
Foaly: Did you have a sexual relationship with Scofield?
Sara: No.
Foaly: But you had feelings for him. [Sara doesn't reply.] Seven other men got out, you know.
Sara: [Looking up.] Who?

[Cut to T-Bag, watching as a man walks up the front steps of a building. He looks around and follows. A sign reads: 'Clinic. Dr. Marvin Gudat, D.V.M.' Inside, Dr Gudat walks around in a back room, organizing things. He picks up a small cage as T-Bag enters.]
Dr Gudat: Oh, I'm sorry sir, it's a Saturday, we're not open.
T-Bag: Well that's sorta the point.
Dr Gudat: Sorry sir?
T-Bag: [Placing the ice chest on the counter.] See, I'm gonna need some work done, and I'm uh, gonna need it done uh, privately.
Dr Gudat: I'm sorry; you said you needed the work done?
T-Bag: This is a medical clinic, isn't it?
Dr Gudat: Well of course, sir. But for [he lifts up the cage to show a cat sitting inside.] animals. [T-Bag sighs in disbelief and rests his right arm on the counter. It is just a stub, a red mass of dead flesh where his hand used to be. He rubs his temple.]
Dr Gudat: My god sir, what happened to you? You need medical attention.
T-Bag: Oh, no.
Dr Gudat: I'm going to get an ambulance. [He reaches up for the phone as T-Bag rounds on him, pushing the screwdriver into the doctor's throat.]
T-Bag: Nobody's gonna be doing any calling here, doctor. [Dr Gudat makes choking noises at the pressure.]
Dr Gudat: F-fine. [He releases the phone and turns around.]
T-Bag: That's right.
Dr Gudat: W-what do you want? [T-Bag turns and knocks the lid off the ice chest. Inside the icy water, rests a bloodied hand.]

[Cut to a road. The five other escapee's travel in the stolen vehicle.]
C-Note: You know what? That's it. I want Eye-Tie out of the car right now man. That was a little girl! Don't you have a heart? God. I have a daughter. I have a little girl.
Abruzzi: [Leaning forward.] I got one too. But if I hadn't done what I had to do, we wouldn't be on our way to see 'em right now, would we?
Michael: [Leaning forward and tapping Lincoln, driving, on the shoulder.] Turn right up there.
C-Note: Woah whoa. Hold on. Where we going?
Michael: Oswego.
C-Note: But that's West man, we need to go East. My family's back in Chicago!
Abruzzi: And you think the cops don't know about it? You think they're not just sitting there waiting for you to come running back home? What's the matter with you?
Sucre: What about New York?
Abruzzi: What about it?
Sucre: My girl''s pregnant, bro!
Abruzzi: Understand your love is your weakness right now, and they know about it.
Michael: That doesn't mean it has to stop you. You just gotta be smart about it. Get to Oswego.
C-Note: Oswego is not on the way, Snowflake!
Michael: It's not where Oswego is; it's what's in Oswego.

[Cut back to the train line. CO Paterson runs up to Bellick.]
Paterson: Captain! Scofield's credit card transaction history.
Bellick: He spent a lot of money here in Will County before he was incarcerated.
Paterson: Exactly.
Bellick: He's from Chicago. Why does a guy from Chicago come all the way out here and spend north of eight grand in all these places in little over a month. Car wash, voice mail, storage, car rental-
Paterson: We got guys looking into it.
Bellick: Good.
Paterson: Hey Captain, what about the Feds? Should we tell em?
Bellick: What do you think? [He walks off. Another CO runs up.]
CO: Captain Bellick, Captain Bellick. We got something. Hunter up by Tamarack just ran into five of the cons. [Bellick races forward.]

[Cut to Michael's old loft apartment in Chicago. Mahone and Ives stand inside the empty apartment.]
Mahone: [Looking out the window.] So this is where Scofield lived.
Ives: Yeah, up until about two months ago when he was incarcerated. [Mahone turns around and walks around the office.]
Mahone: Mother's dead, father's a deadbeat. You got nothing in the whole world but your brother. [Cut to a flashback of Michael hugging Lincoln in final visitation before his execution. Mahone runs his hand along one of the walls in Michael's apartment, rubbing numerous pinholes that cover the bare wall.] So you plan. [As he walks across, images of Michael planning the escape overlay him.] And you scheme for months. Until you got it right. Every single element. [He walks away from the wall, walking Michael's footsteps.] And then you destroy all the evidence. [Shot of Michael pulling papers off walls, throwing the hard drive of his computer into the river below. Mahone pauses by the window.] I want divers down in the river.

[Cut back to Blackfoot, Montana, where Veronica quickly walks into another room, looking for cell phone coverage.]
Steadman: You won't get cell coverage. We're in the middle of nowhere. [He laughs shortly.] Digital carriers don't have cell towers way out here in western Montana.
Veroncia: How about shutting up, Terrance?
Steadman: Just trying to save you some effort. They're like a web these people, the harder you struggle the worse it gets.
Veroncia: Sounds to me like a coward trying to justify himself.
Steadman: If I stay out of the way, and stay quiet, I stay alive. That's what they said, that's what they told me.
Veroncia: And you're willing to live like this? In a hermetically sealed box while everything out there goes to hell?
Steadman: Self-preservation is a strong motivator.
Veroncia: So's the truth. [She presses call on the cell phone.]
Steadman: Don't. [She shoots him a look, turns around.] Young woman! [He opens a box, revealing a small gun inside. He lifts it up and rests it against the back of Veronica's head.] Do not. Don't!

[Cut to the fishing area where the five men along with Gracie and her father were earlier. Bellick walks along the shore toward Gracie and her father.]
Bellick: How you doing, buddy?
Gracie's Father: I'm pretty freaked out, that's how I'm going.
Bellick: They took your car, didn't they. A 1978 Grand Cherokee? Gracie's Father: Yeah.
Bellick: Which way'd they go?
Gracie's Father: [Gesturing in front of him.] Up that way north. Towards Oswego.
Bellick: Oswego. Pardon me. [He walks off.] Scofield's paperwork. Get it to me. That credit card stuff! [Paterson walks up to him.]
Paterson: Right here, Captain. [He hands Bellick a file. Written on it are different places that Michael has bought things. Bellick notices a name. 'Allen's Self Storage']
Bellick: Storage. Where is he going to put all the crap he needs to disappear? [He hands the paper back to Paterson.] We're going to Oswego, boys!

[Cut to the hospital. Sara is sitting up, reading an Alcoholics Anonymous twelve-step book. A nurse enters.]
Nurse: You have a visitor. [Sara looks up.]
Sara: Thank you. [She slips a bookmark into her book.]
[Nurse Katie steps past the hospital nurse into the room. Sara's face falls slightly. The other nurse clears her table for her.]
Sara: Thanks.
Katie: You look disappointed.
Sara: No, I thought you were gonna be my father.
Katie: You heard from him?
Sara: [Pausing and nodding her head only slightly.] His office.
Katie: [Looking sympathetic.] Well, I brought you a change of clothes. [She hangs up a suit bag in Sara's wardrobe.] Figured, you know.
Sara: Thanks.
Katie: And your purse. [She lays the bag on Sara's table.] You left it in the infirmary. [Sara smiles slightly and offers Katie her hand. Katie takes it.]
Sara: I'm in a lot of trouble, I think.
Katie: I um. I need to apologise. To you. [Sara swallows and pauses. Katie crouches down beside Sara.] They threatened my job if I didn't talk, and-
Sara: No, no, no, no. No. One thing you learn when you're walking the steps, is that you never outsource a blame that belongs in your own backyard. [Katie nods and chuckles.]
Katie: Well, you're not the first correctional worker that fell for a con. Trust me. [Sara lies back on her pillow.]
Sara: He never cared. Not one bit.

[Cut to the car that the five cons are travelling in. Michael sits back, thinking.]
Sucre: What you thinking about?
Michael: Mistakes.
Sucre: You had to do it.
Michael: Not like I did. I ruined her life.
Sucre: Well there's nothing you can do about it now.
Michael: That's not true.
Sucre: [Placing his hand on Michael's shoulder.] You fell for her, huh?
Michael: [Leaning forward away from Sucre's touch and to his brother.]
Lincoln: Where's Oswego?
Michael: Half mile maybe.
Lincoln: Good.

[Cut back to Montana.]
Veroncia: What you going to do, Terrance? Shoot me? Blow my guts all over the house? Then what? You can't leave, remember? You kill me, you're stuck with me.
Steadman: I'm safe here.
Veroncia: You're a prisoner here.
Steadman: But I'm still breathing. [He stands up.] If I go outside, one step, I wont be. You look at me. [He tries to begin talking as Veronica looks into his eyes.] like I'm the devil. [he turns away.] I gave up my family. My teeth. [Realisation dawns on Veronica's face.] I eat Percocet all day just to dull the pain of my miserable existence. You have no idea what I've been through.
Veroncia: What you've been through? [She pulls out the cell phone again.] This isn't about you, Terrance.
Steadman: Don't. [He raises the gun again. Veronica raises her eyebrows and dials a number.]
Receiver: Blackfoot Sheriff's Department. [Veronica doesn't speak.] Hello? Blackfoot Sheriff Department.
Veroncia: Hello, my name's Veronica Donovan; I need you to send a unit to the house at the end of Light Road as soon as possible.
Receiver: Sorry ma'am, are you calling to report a crime?
Veroncia: Yeah. [She looks hard at Steadman.] By the President of the United States. Send the car.

[Cut to Dr Gudat's medical centre. T-Bag sits at a table, a surgery cloth over his hand.]
Dr Gudat: I'm sorry sir; I-I don't think I can do this. There are nerves ... Look, you need a specialist.
T-Bag: I don't...
Dr Gudat: You need somebody who knows what they're doing!
T-Bag: I don't have the luxury of choice here, Doctor. My hand has been in that box for hours now, it is dying.
Dr Gudat: Sir, I am not capable of doing this!
T-Bag: I only have one hand, but I could stick this in your neck before you get to that door. Now, if that's not incentive enough for you, I see that you have a Mrs Gudat out there. With a name like that in a county like this, old Mrs Gudat would not be too hard to find, now would she?
Dr Gudat: Fine. I can promise you nothing.
T-Bag: [With a sad smile.] Story of my life.
Dr Gudat: I'll have to put you under. [He goes to stand up. T-Bag grabs hold of his arm and pulls him back.]
T-Bag: Do I really look that stupid?
Dr Gudat: Sir, I cannot do a procedure like this without an anesthetic. I have to cut away dead flesh; nobody can under go a procedure like this without an anesthetic!
T-Bag: [Leaning closer.] I ain't nobody.

[Cut back to Michael's old apartment where Mahone and Ives are still working. They analyse different shots of Michael's tattoo, focusing on one that says 'Sweitzer Allen, along with a series of numbers.]
Ives: Schweitzer was the plumbing company that made the toilet Scofield took off to get out of his cell. Allen bolt was the fitting. [Mahone exhales, laughing shortly.]
Mahone: It's all here, isn't it? It's amazing. [He focuses on another shot that says Ripe Chance Woods, the words on Michael's wrist.] Ripe Chance Woods. There a place in the vicinity with that name?
Ives: Got someone looking into it.
[Another FBI Agent walks up to them.]
Agent: DOC's moving on a storage facility in Oswego.
[Mahone grabs his notebook while Ives gathers the photos.]

[Cut to a storage shed in Oswego. Michael pulls up the door and the others stand beside him.]

[Cut to the parking lot of Allen's Self Storage. Cars begin to arrive and DOC workers walk around preparing. Bellick arrives. Near him is Paterson.]
Paterson: Captain. Manager just said that Scofield's got a lease on unit 164. It's still active. We've got guys on Eighth Street, Third Street then the alley. If they're in there, Captain, we've got 'em boxed.
Bellick: We push right up the gut then. Any one of them makes a threatening move, put a hole in 'em.
Paterson: Got it.
[Bellick walks off. Beside him, Mahone arrives. Bellick walks beside his car as Mahone steps out.]
Bellick: This is my call here, smart guy. Now back the hell off. [Mahone turns around to watch him walk off but doesn't follow. Bellick, Paterson and other DOC workers storm toward the storage shed.]

[Cut to Michael and the others.]
Michael: Close the door. [Someone complies, and the room turns dark.]

[Cut to Mahone and his assistant in their car. Mahone puzzles over Ripe Chance Woods in his notebook.]
Mahone: Still nothing on this place?
Ives: Nope, they're coming back with nothing. No place by that name anywhere in this country. Or any other country for that matter. [He sighs and leans back. Mahone closes his notebook.]

[Cut to Bellick, storming toward the storage unit, other DOC workers in tow.]

[Cut back to Michael, handing them all shovels.]

[Cut back to Bellick.]

[Cut back to Michael.]
Michael: Lets go! [They pull up the unit door as the DOC workers take aim at a storage unit door. The workers pull up the unit door. Inside they find an empty unit.]
Paterson: Son of a bitch set us up!

[Cut back to Michael. He closes the unit door and walks off with the others. Cut to a cemetery. The guys walk past rows of gravestones until they reach a specific one and begin to dig.]

[Cut to Mahone, still sitting in his car. Bellick storms past.]
Bellick: Not one word. [Mahone opens the door just as another CO walks past.]
Mahone: Officer! [The CO turns around. His badge reads 'Rivers'. Mahone notices this and his face fills with realisation, remembering the last part of the words Ripe Chance Woods. Woods.] Nothing. [He pauses.] Oh, oh. Oh that kids clever. [He sits back into the car.] It's not a place, it's a name. [Turning to Ives.] Your PDA, you got it?
Ives: Yeah.
Mahone: Bring up the census of this county. Far back as it goes.

[Cut to Michael and the others, digging up the grave.]
C-Note: Somebody is going to see us.
Lincoln: Keep digging.
Sucre: [Crossing himself.] We're gonna go the hell guys, I swear to God we're gonna go to hell.
Michael: [Casting his shovel aside.] Help me out. [Abruzzi looks down as they throw two garbage bags up out of the grave.]
C-Note: You are one sick cat, you know that?
[Lincoln helps Michael out of the grave.]

[Cut back to Mahone and Ives, working using the PDA.]
Ives: What are you looking for? [Mahone notices a name in the census and looks up.]
Mahone: We gotta to go to the cemetery. Now.

[Cut to Michael and the others again.]
Michael: [Pulling open the bags and distributing clothes.] Originally this was supposed to be a weeks worth of clothes for me and Linc. But, uh, I figured you all need just as much help as we do, so-
Abruzzi: You're just doing this out of the goodness of your heart, Fish?
Michael: [Slapping clothes into Abruzzi's arms] That's right, John. The heart. You remember what that is, don't you?
C-Note: Damn, Snowflake, this is tight man.
Michael: It's like I said. We gotta stop being cons, and start being civilians. [The guys all change their clothes.]
Abruzzi: My trousers are a little bit too short, don't you think?
Lincoln: [Walking past him.] Chop your feet off. You're good at that.
Sucre: This jacket ain't exactly the best thing, you know what I'm saying?
Michael: You want variety? Hit Target. [Michael throws a bag to Lincoln.] Linc.
Lincoln: What'd we got?
Michael: [As Lincoln opens the bag.] Money, passports, prepaid phone cards.
Lincoln: [Opening his passport. He laughs.] Archie Ryan?
Michael: [Smiling.] You seen mine? Phineas McClintock? [They laugh. Lincoln pulls out a set of car keys.]
Lincoln: Whoa, and these?
Michael: Keys to a car that's waiting for us, couple hundred yards from here.
Lincoln: That a two of us or a five of us?
Michael: That's a two of us.
Lincoln: They know?
Michael: Not yet.
[Sucre looks up at the sound of a vehicle.]
Sucre: Guys, guys, guys! We've got company! [They hide behind trees and watch as Mahone's car pulls in. Mahone walks to the grave they were at before. The tombstone reads 'R.I.P. E Chance Woods.' Sucre jumps up.]
Sucre: Guys, we gotta roll. [The others except Michael follow him.]
C-Note: How did he know? [Michael watches Mahone study the grave. Not aware of Michael's presence, Mahone unscrews the middle of his pen and slides a pill out of the cavity into his hand. Michael runs off. Hearing the rustling sound, Mahone draws his gun and follows to a train line. All of the guys, with Mahone on their trail run to the town. They join a crowd.]
Michael: [Murmuring.] We're civilians. Remember that. Civilians. [Behind him, a young boy grabs his arm. Michael turns in alarm.]
Boy: I'm sorry, uh. Do you know what time it is?
Michael: No, Sorry. [He turns around but turns back to make sure he's not being followed. Mahone looks around the main street, but the cons have disappeared into the crowd.]

[Cut back to Montana.]
Steadman: I can't go outside, they'll kill me as soon as I show my face.
Veroncia: You're wrong about that. As soon as you show your face this whole thing is going to be over. You can have your life back Terrance.
Steadman: Promise?
Veroncia: I promise. [Her cell phone begins to ring. She rummages for it and picks up.] Hello?
Lincoln: [In a warehouse with the others.] Vee. It's me.
Veroncia: Linc?
Lincoln: We're out.
Veroncia: Thank god you're okay. I saw the news. You gotta stop. I need you to turn yourself in.
Lincoln: What?
Veroncia: I found Steadman, I'm with him now, Linc.He's alive. [Outside men arrive.] You're going to be exonerated. [Veronica knocks on the door.] Come in!
Lincoln: Steadman? What are you talking about? You found Steadman?
Veroncia: Terrance, come on, let's go.
[A secret service agent enters the house.]
Agent: Afternoon.
Veroncia: The police are here. Look, I need you to stay where you are.
Agent: Ma'am.
Veroncia: I don't wanna loose you.
Agent: Ma'am! Put the phone down!
Veroncia: What?
Agent: Mr Steadman, take a few steps back. [Veronica raises her hands.]
Lincoln: Ver- Veronica. Veronica. [The agent takes aim.]
Veroncia: Oh my god. [The agent fires, while Lincoln listens on the other end. ]
Lincoln: VERONICA! [He steps back, hyperventilating. He falls to the floor. Michael comes running up to him.]

[Cut to Montana. Veronica has been shot twice to the chest and once to the head. Agents take a forensics kit and two black body bags out of the house.]
Agent: Here I thought you knew that all calls to the local station are routed through us. This is Federal land, remember?
Steadman: Mmm.
Agent: [Holding up Steadman's gun.] And as for your little toy here? It's contraband. You gonna tell us how you got it in here?
Steadman: I brought it, when I got here.
Agent: Whatever for?
Steadman: To protect myself.
Agent: Mmh. That's what we're here for. Remember? [He pulls the door closed. Steadman watches as they leave, placing the bags into the trunk of the car.]

[Cut to the warehouse. Lincoln stands by a door and looks out. Michael walks up to him.]

[Cut to the hospital. Sara is still reading. She pauses and pulls a bookmark out of her purse. She puts her hand back into her purse, pulling out an origami crane. Turning it over she notices that there's writing on the other side. It reads 'There's a plan to make all of this right.' with a series of dots following it.]

[Cut to the FBI headquarters. On a television screen, a news presenter talks about the escape.]
Reporter: In less than a day, the trail has gone cold in the pursuit of what are now being called, the Fox River Eight...
[Mahone and Ives enter.]
Ives: [Talking into his cell phone.] Yeah, stay on top of it, alright? [He hangs up.] DOC's still doing a sweep of Oswego, but the guys have basically vanished.
Mahone: I wouldn't be so sure about that, Mr Ives.
Ives: I don't know how you can be so confident. It's not like these guys left a map where they're going.
Mahone: Actually, that's exactly what they did. [He walks to his wall where he has pinned assorted information on the escapee's.] Scofield had the entire thing on his body. [Cut to Michael working at the handcuff's T-Bag put on him the night before.] How to get out of that prison, how to disappear afterward. It's all there. [Cut back to Mahone.] I promise you that it's only a matter of time before we know everything that is in Scofield's head. [Cut to Michael. The handcuffs are off. One side is still locked but the other is free.] Where he plans to run to, how he plans to get there. [Cut to Mahone again.] So, when the time comes that he does get there. We'll be waiting for him. [Cut to Michael. He drops the cuffs to the ground.]

[End]