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Prison Break

2x02: Otis

Original Airdate: 8/28/2006

Writer: Matt Olmstead

Director: Bobby Roth

Transcript by Belinda



[Mahone sits in his garden on a chair, staring at an undisclosed object. He talks to his assistant, Ives, on his cell phone.]
Ives: Canadian and Mexican border patrols have all the mug shots, boarder tax is on high alert.
Mahone: See if we can get the Mexican boarder patrol to set up checkpoints fifty miles in.
Ives: The Warden over at Fox River called, asked to be kept in the loop. What should I tell him? [Following Mahone's gaze, across from him is a birdbath that he is staring at.]
Mahone: That he's no longer in it.
Ives: That info that you asked for is on your desk when you get in.
Mahone: Thank you.
[Ives and Mahone both hang up and Mahone pauses, still staring at the birdbath. He rises and walks over to it, staring at his own reflection in the water.]

[Cut to a park. Michael, wearing a Cubs hat and glasses, sits on a bench, reading a newspaper displaying information on the 'Fox River Eight'. He stares at another family setting up a picnic, occasionally looking back down to the paper. He folds up the newspaper and watches a man take food back and forth from a car to his family picnic.]

[C-Note, Sucre and Lincoln stand at the at the door of the warehouse they're taking refuge in.]
C-Note: What's the plan, man?
Lincoln: No bars on these doors, do as you like. [Sucre laughs.]
Sucre: With what?
C-Note: We were supposed to be in Mexico right now, sipping on margaritas, waiting for the heat to dip. That was the plan. [Lincoln turns away. C-Note turns to Sucre] See? They just used us to dig, man. We're gophers.
Sucre: Where's Michael?
Lincoln: He'll be here.
C-Note: Okay. You know Sucre, maybe you and I should go and get that five million dollars, you know what I'm saying? [Abruzzi looks on from a distance.] I mean it's just sitting there in Tulah, Utah, ready to get some air.
Lincoln: [Angrily, pushing C-Note] You want to stay here, then shut your mouth.
C-Note: Come one more time and touch me, and-
Sucre: Guy's, gu- guys...
Lincoln: [Rounding on him.] What?
[Michael comes back, backpack on back, disguise still on.]
Michael: Hey! [All of the guys turn to look at him. He walks up and passes them.] Relax. [Lincoln sends a look at C-Note and follows him.]

[Back at the park, the man Michael was staring at heads back to his car. He looks around in the trunk of the car and turns.]
Man: Honey? Are you sure you packed everything?

[At the warehouse, Sucre and C-Note eat out of the stolen picnic basket. Abruzzi drops bones carelessly to the ground.]
Abruzzi: Yummy. [C-Note sends him a look. Abruzzi laughs.] Mmm. [Sucre comes over and sits down.] Our photos are in the paper, they're probably all over the news.
C-Note: Yeah, and you didn't see that coming? [Abruzzi takes a swig of beer and laughs.]
Sucre: What's so funny?
Abruzzi: The two of you, cracks me up. Here's to... Armature hour. What do you say, _______
C-Note: Yeah, yuck it up, funny man. [Over by the door, Lincoln sits alone, reading a newspaper. An article is titled 'Hearing Set for Burrow's Son.' Michael packs a bag and walks over to the three others.]
Michael: Last supper boys, this is the part where we say goodbye. [He passes small leafs of money to Sucre and C-Note.] It's not much, but it's enough to get you started.
Abruzzi: [Standing up.] Hey um,
Michael: No. I'm not telling you where Fibonacci is.
Abruzzi: Well I didn't ask. I only ask for a quarter for a phone call.
Michael: [Holding a one dollar bill out.] Take four.
Abruzzi: Thank you.
Sucre: Wonder what happened to the other guys.
C-Note: They all had a head start, except for T-Bag.
Abruzzi: Yeah, he was bleeding pretty bad.
Sucre: Think he's dead? [Abruzzi just gives him a look and drinks from his beer bottle.]

[At Dr Gudat's office, T-Bag, still fully awake, waits for him to finish reattaching his hand.]
T-Bag: Are you done?
Gudat: No I, I still have to clean it.
T-Bag: But you're done.
Gudat: [Pausing.] Yes.
[T-Bag lifts up his arm to examine the hand and stares for a second before he throws up on the floor.]

[Back at the warehouse, Lincoln and Michael walk outside.]
Michael: It's time to move. We've got everything we need. Just a quick stop in Utah, then we're off to Mexico.
Lincoln: [Not listening.] LJ has a hearing today to determine if he gets tried as an adult. I can get him. [Michael sighs.]
Michael: It's not the right time.
Lincoln: When will it be?
Michael: After we go to Mexico, after we're off the news.
Lincoln: They framed him for a double homicide; soon as he loses the hearing they're going to ship him out to an adult facility. So today in the courthouse is my only chance to get him. [He turns to face Michael and walks toward him.] They took Veronica; they're not going to take my son.
Michael: I know. [He sits down.] I know. I would never leave LJ behind, but we can't do this now. There's no plan in place.
Lincoln: Believe me. I know that courthouse; I've been there more times than I can remember. The only person guarding him is the bailiff. He carries mace and a big stick.
Michael: So you're going to bum ruche the courthouse. That's your plan. Are you serious? [Lincoln nods.]
Lincoln: Yeah.
C-Note: [Calling from away from them.] Hey yo, we're headed out, man. [He, Sucre and Abruzzi walk toward the brothers.]
Michael: [Standing.] Well good luck. [C-Note extends his hand and Michael shakes it.] To everyone. Stay out of trouble.
C-Note: Yeah. [He walks over to Lincoln. Sucre steps forward and hugs Michael.]
Sucre: This is it, papi.
Michael: I hope you find the girl, buddy.
Sucre: She's all I have. I'll die trying.
[Lincoln reluctantly shakes C-Notes hand.]
Lincoln: Good luck.
C-Note: [Nodding.] Yeah, you be easy man. [Lincoln nods and C-Note walks off. Sucre turns from Michael and smiles at both him and Lincoln.]
Lincoln: Adios.
Sucre: I got that. [He walks off. Abruzzi approaches them.]
Abruzzi: Maybe we'll see each other again. You never know, Michael. You never know. [Both Lincoln and Michael glare at him and he backs away and walks off with the others.]
[Lincoln turns back to Michael and Michael rubs his head in thought and sighs.]
Michael: Tell me everything you know about the courthouse.

[Theme]

[At Fox River, Bellick walks toward the front office to check in, carrying a cup of coffee.]
CO: Get any sleep?
Bellick: Couple hours.
CO: Eight of them, I still can't believe it.
Bellick: This is exhibit A why you don't let women work in the military, the police force and especially inside a male prison. Because look what you get; Doctor Sweetcheeks leaves the door open for Scofield and here we are.
CO: Sounds like there's a little bit more to the story tha-
Bellick: If, Tancredi doesn't leave her office door unlocked then those eight dirt bags would be in the SHU right now, okay? BOTTOM LINE!
[Pope walks up.]
Pope: Brad. [Bellick looks up and turns to face him.]
Bellick: Any updates?
Pope: None. They were last seen at that cemetery in Oswego.
Bellick: We'll get them.
Pope: They'll get them. It's been handed over to the FBI.
Bellick: That doesn't matter we'll keep working.
Pope: It does, actually. You and I have been pulled off the pursuit.
Bellick: Why?
Pope: Well we're going to find out shortly. We have to report to the DOC headquarters, I will meet you there.
Bellick: Sir- we can get these guys, you just give me a couple of more days and I swear-
Pope: Bradam! We've got to go. [Bellick looks confused and blinks as Pope walks off.]

[Michael and Lincoln walk down a road past rows of caravans.]

[At the FBI headquarters, a picture of Haywire's mug shot is pinned on a board next to the other eight.]
Ives: No family with Patoshik? Nothing?
FBI Agent: Yeah, until five years ago, when he killed them all.
Ives: [Holding up a piece of paper] Updated rap sheet on Apolskis! Take a look when you get a chance. [He pins the information below Tweener's mug shot.]

[At a bus station, Tweener walks out, his head shaven and his prison blues ditched for different clothes. He drops scissors and a comb in a bin and walks toward the service desks. He bumps hard into a man talking on a cell phone and knocks assorted items out of his hands. Bending over, he picks them up and offers them back to him.]
Tweener: Oh, oh. Man, man, I'm so sorry. It's my bad. My bad, brother. I'm sorry. [He turns and walks off, still holding the man's wallet. Over at some payphones, Tweener opens it and looks at the ID inside.]
Tweener: Scott Colbrun. [He looks around.]

[At a garage, Michael and Lincoln walk toward a car.]
Michael: It's this one here. [He pauses.] Don't touch the radio.
[Lincoln dials a number on his cell phone and Michael opens the trunk.]
Lincoln: Yeah, hi, I'm with the Demoines Herald, covering the LJ Burrows hearing? What time's that start? [Michael fiddles with different aspects of the car. Lincoln waits, impatiently and watches as a man goes to his car, looking across at him curiously.] Come on. [Michael starts the engine, smiling as it roars to life. He rustles in a bag to withdraw some baby wipes.]
Lincoln: Thank you. [He closes the cell phone and turns to Michael as his brother pulls out baby wipes and runs them over the roof of the car.] Three o'clock. The hearing lasts half hour max, he'll be taken down to the transport bay at ten to, to catch the four o'clock van.
Michael: So how do we get to him? [As he wipes, the top layer of paint comes off of the car.]
Lincoln: Well, when I was locked up, I had nothing to do except study the briefs. Nick Savvrons Bar number is on the front page of every one. If we want to talk to LJ, we just-
Michael: Pose as one of his attorneys.
Lincoln: Yeah. [Michael passes the baby wipes to Lincoln.]

[At the DOC headquarters, Pope and Bellick stand before a council.]
Pope: Hogwash, that is absolute hogwash.
DOC Member: Please answer the question. How was Scofield able to have exclusive access to you, pull a shank on you and bind you to your chair, the warden of the penitentiary?
Pope: [Leaning closer.] I trusted him. Obviously he betrayed that trust.
DOC Member: [Nodding.] Officer Bellick. Is it true that almost all of the inmates that either escaped or tried to escape worked on prison industries?
Bellick: That's right.
DOC Member: Why did these inmates have so much time to dig a hole in the floor of the guards break room while working prison industries?
Pope: I can answer that. With all due respect, if any of you have worked a day in a prison you would know that since an inmate only gets nineteen cents an hour, sine are bound to drag their feet.
DOC Member: [Takes this information and pauses.] Officer Bellick. Is it that you sold the right to run prison industries to the highest bidder?
Bellick: No! Who the hell told you that?
Pope: Look, this is unbelievable. While we're wasting time in here, there are eight escaped convicts out there- [he turns to see a DOC worker walk in with Geary, the CO that used to work at Fox River. Geary sits down, and Bellick gulps.]
DOC Member: Were you employed at Fox River as a correctional officer, Mr. Geary?
Geary: Yep.
Bellick: Yeah, until he was fired for shaking down inmates.
DOC Member: That'll be your last outburst, Officer. [He turns back to Geary.] Were you aware of any arrangement officer Bellick had with any inmate regarding prison industries?
Geary: Yeah, he sold it to John Abruzzi.
DOC Member: John Abruzzi, who is one of the escaped convicts.
Geary: [Looking smugly at Bellick.] Yep.
DOC Member: We'll get other CO's to substantiate this if we have to Officer Bellick, so I'm giving you one last chance to get in front of it. Did you sell prison industries to John Abruzzi? Yes or no? [There's a long pause.]
Bellick: Yes. [The members sit back, and Pope looks on, astonished.] But at no time was there any talk of escape.
DOC Member: That'll be all. THAT WILL BE ALL! Warden, you and Officer Bellick can step out into the hallway, we'll call you when we've reached a decision. [Pope nods, and Geary smirks at Bellick. Bellick stands, glaring at Geary. Pope and Bellick walk out. Pope gives Bellick a look and shakes his head.]
Pope: I'm gonna get some coffee. [He walks away from Bellick.]

[At Dr Gudat's medical center, they both wash off the blood from themselves and clean up.]
Gudat: Well I did my best under the circumstances. The good news, sir is that you had the hand iced, so I was able to restore most of the blood flow and, the bones are bent, I, I recommend you get medical attention as soon ASAP. Meanwhile some aspirin, [he places pills onto the table] it'll help thin the blood and avoid clotting. Some antibiotics, some painkillers. [T-Bag cradles his hand. Gudat laughs shortly.] I usually tell the owner of the dog, cat, whatever, to coat them with peanut butter so that it'll make it easier to chew.
T-Bag: You did one hell of a job, doc.
Gudat: Well thank you. [He pauses.] Well, uh, it's okay for you to leave now.
T-Bag: Oh, I'm leaving. And you're not.
Gudat: What?
T-Bag: You heard me.
Gudat: Look sir, I haven't seen anything, and I wont tell anyone.
T-Bag: Aha, you know, I fell for that bilious once before. Never again.
Gudat: [Backing away] Sir, I swear to god, I will tell no one.
T-Bag: You would, and I would die in prison. [Gudat pushes random objects at T-Bag's legs and T-Bag launches forward, gripping Gudat by the neck, screwdriver raised as a weapon to Gudat's head.]
Gudat: Please. Please, please, please.
T-Bag: Hush... Now you did me a solid so I'm gonna return the favor. This can go down humanely if you don't fight. But if you pull another stunt like that, it's gonna get inhumane right quick. Your call. But one way or another, I am putting you down, doc.

[At the courthouse, a title reads 'Cook County courthouse, Chicago, Illinois.']
Bailiff: Lincoln Junior?
LJ: Yeah?
Bailiff: In here. You've got a visitor. [LJ is led into a visitation room, handcuffed and suited in a yellow jumpsuit. Mahone stands by the window, reading a folder, but turns around as LJ enters. He walks toward him.]
Mahone: You must be LJ. Agent Mahone, FBI. [He turns to look at the Bailiff and nods.] Thank you. [The bailiff leaves.] Please. [LJ and Mahone both sit down.]
Mahone: I'm assuming you've heard.
LJ: Yeah.
Mahone: [Taking off his glasses and laughing.] I have to tell you, what your father and uncle pulled off, very impressive. I've been doing this fourteen years, and most escapes can be attributed to dumb luck or brute force. The level of planning and sophistication that went into this one, and eight guys got out. I really do, professionally speaking, have a lot of admiration for Lincoln and Michael.
LJ: Cool, now we're buddies. [Mahone laughs briefly.] What do you need?
Mahone: Help me bring them in. Peacefully.
LJ: I don't know where they are; I don't know where they're going.
Mahone: There's another way you can help.
LJ: How?
Mahone: Go on TV. I can have a camera crew down here in half an hour.
LJ: [Leaning forward.] You know what man? The murder charge they put on my dad? The two murder charges they put on me? Everything's been set up coming from way up top. So the fact that you work for the government? I got nothing to say. [Mahone smiles slightly. LJ sits back again.]
Mahone: I'll give you the same advice that you'd get from the guy working deli downstairs. Start thinking about yourself, now. In fact, the sooner the better. Because no one, not your father, LJ, not your uncle, is going to do your time. And at sixteen years old, you're looking at a long stretch. How much time you get, will you serve it, [he pauses] who your cellmate might be, [he shakes his head] hmm. You need to start thinking about yourself, now. I want your dad, and I want your uncle, and I'm willing to deal. [Mahone stands up.] Don't wait to let someone else get the reward. [He walks out and LJ slumps down, thinking.]

[Tweener stands in line at the ticket counter at the bus station. The lady in front of him in line continues to talk, as he grows impatient. Behind Tweener, a college boy stares at him.]
Tweener: Yo.
Boy: [Tapping him on the shoulder.] Hey man, you look familiar. [Tweener turns around slowly.] Did you go to Sig Ec last semester?
Tweener: Sig what?
Boy: Sig Ec?
Tweener: No.
Attendant: Next in line? [Tweener turns around to face her.] Where to?
Tweener: Utah.
Attendant: [Checking on the computer for times. Tweener waits impatiently, looking around. He sees a man, reading a newspaper with the Fox River Eight story on the front. He turns back to the attendant.]
Tweener: How we doing here? [The boy behind him follows Tweener's eye line to the man reading the newspaper.]
Attendant: Nothing until tomorrow.
Tweener: Aight man, I got forty-five bucks. How far will that get me? [He pauses and looks around, noticing the man with the newspapers eyes on him. Taking the money on the counter, Tweener runs off.]

[Lincoln and Michael are parked outside a store, the car completely light grey now, different to the dark grey that it was.]
Lincoln: Nick Savrrin, bar numbers 56567 for call time with my client, LJ Burrows. [On the other end of the phone, the bailiff nods and hands LJ the phone.]
LJ: Hello.
Lincoln: LJ, know who this is?
LJ: [Smiling] Yeah. [He tries to straighten his face.] Yeah, Nick Savvrin?
Lincoln: How you holding up?
LJ: Doing what I can do. How about you?
Lincoln: [He sighs] I'm worried about you. I'm sorry for what you're going through.
LJ: Thanks. Word is, after this hearing because of my dad being so high profile, they're, they're shipping me to an adult facility in Kingman, Arizona.
Lincoln: Yeah well, hopefully that aint going to happen.
LJ: You heard from Veronica today? [Lincoln closes his eyes, sadly.] She didn't show up. They gave me some court appointed clown.
Lincoln: [Shaking his head.] No. I haven't heard from her.
LJ: Hey, this uh, this fed came by and talked to me today. [Lincoln watches as a man passes the car.]
Lincoln: Yeah?
LJ: He wanted me to get my dad to turn himself in.
Lincoln: Well, knowing your dad, I doubt that's going to happen. Listen up LJ this is real important.
LJ: Alright.
Lincoln: On the third, look out for otis right. You got that? On the third, look out for otis right. Until then, keep your head up.
LJ: What?
Lincoln: Just remember that. I'm going to do everything I can to get you out.
LJ: Hey Nick. If you talk to my dad, tell him no matter what I love him. [Lincoln frowns sadly in acknowledgement and flips the cell phone closed as Michael comes back to the car.]
Michael: Hey.
Lincoln: Hey.
Michael: Did you get him?
Lincoln: Lets do this.
Michael: [Starting the car.] We've got one more stop. [They pull out of the parking spot and Lincoln drops the cell phone on the road.]

[In Dr Gudat's surgery, he's stripped down to his boxer shorts and lays, bound, to the table. T-Bag stands by a counter, preparing something.]
Gudat: There is a belief in my religion that I know to be true and it applies to everyone, Hindu or not. The acts we commit in this life determine where we go in the next. And he who commits evil cannot hope for eternal happiness.
T-Bag: [Walking over to him a syringe in one hand.] Never been a goal of mine, doc. I'm more here and now type. [He leans down and drops the syringe on the table.] I'll tell you something I know is true. The Indians, here, the Tomahawk variety, some of them believe, well, used to believe before most of them were slaughtered, that when a warrior kills another in battle, he absorbs that fallen warriors spirit. So this isn't the end for you, doc. [He wipes his bandaged hand on Gudat's skin.] You're with me now. [He reaches down and injects the serum into Gudat's arm. Gudat chokes softly before slowly quieting and becoming lifeless. T-Bag watches as Gudat dies then sighs in relief and cricking his neck.]

[Lincoln and Michael pull up in front of a small store and exit the car. Michael walks past the parking meter, lingering before deciding against paying and walking toward the store. He enters while Lincoln stays outside, watching out. A lady walks past, walking her dog. He raises his eyebrows at her and she turns, smiling at him. He shifts uncomfortably at her interest. Inside the store, Michael's greeted by the shopkeeper.]
Shop Keeper: And how are you doing this fine day?
Michael: [Coughing and adjusting his hat.] I'm great. How are you?
Shop Keeper: Couldn't be better. [Michael takes a few things off the shelves.] Anything in particular I can help you find?
Michael: Just looking, thanks.
Shop Keeper: Well, if you need any assistance, just give a holler! [Michael grabs assorted items. Outside, Lincoln starts to worry. Seeing a patrol car, he enters the store. The lady walking her dog hails the car, talking to the officers.]
Shop Keeper: How are we this fine day?
Lincoln: Great.
Shop Keeper: Can I help you find anything?
Lincoln: I'm good, thanks. [He walks up to Michael.]
Michael: Hey.
Lincoln: We gotta go.
Michael: I just need to pay up.
Lincoln: Now.
Shop Keeper: [Away from them.] How are you today officer? [Lincoln raises his eyebrows at Michael.]

[At the store, the police officer is lead in by the shopkeeper.]
Shop Keeper: Yeah, they were right, uh, [he notices that Lincoln and Michael have gone] well they were right back here! [Sirens wail outside and Lincoln and Michael stand to one side.]
Lincoln: We can make it to the courthouse on foot from here.
Michael: You don't understand. Everything is in that car.
Lincoln: Forget the damn car, we don't have time. Come on, let's go. [He walks off and Michael hesitates and follows.]

[Tweener walks along the path of a college in Chicago, wearing the college colors. He walks up to a notice board and scans the notices for rides to Utah. He finds one that says 'Driving home to Utah. Don't laugh.' and details on what is needed in exchange for the ride.]

[In front of the DOC once again, Bellick and Pope listen as the findings of the panel are given.]
DOC Member: It is the finding of this panel that Warden Pope, you'll be docked two weeks, placed on three months probation. Officer Brad Bellick will be terminated effective immediately. Mr. Bellick, you can retrieve whatever belongings you may have from Fox River. That'll be all.
Bellick: I've uh, I've worked at Fox River si- uh, since I was eighteen years old, being a CO is my life.
DOC Member: And we appreciate that.
Pope: Look; we could have saved a lot of time if you'd just told us from the beginning that this was going to be a railroad.
DOC Member: That'll be all, warden.
Pope: There's only one person responsible for this escape out there, his name is Michael Scofield. It's not Officer Bellick, it's not ME! But you need a fall guy, fine. But you're not going to be just taking Officer Bellick's job, because even though I am not proud of many of his actions, it will be a cold day in hell when I turn my back on one of my own men. I quit. THAT will be all. [He walks from the room.]

[Michael and Lincoln walk toward the courthouse, holding the objects that they'd taken from the store.]
Lincoln: If this thing doesn't work out and you end up going back to Fox River, I aint coming to get you. I mean, you are the brains, and I am the brute. [They stop and he laughs.] Seriously Michael, you don't have to do this. [Michael looks across at him and then back at the courthouse. He reaches down and picks up his bag.]
Michael: Let's go. [They climb the fire escape at the side of the building to the roof.]

[At Dr Gudat's surgery, T-Bag cleans up and washes himself.]

[At the courthouse, LJ again sits in the visitation room. Mahone enters and passes the bailiff.]
Mahone: We're good. [The bailiff leaves and Mahone turns to LJ.] You got a call from Nick Savvrin today. What was that all about?
LJ: He's my attorney, that's a privileged.
Mahone: Well that's odd, because Nick Savvrin was found dead in his apartment an hour before that call came into you. [He lifts up a mini recorder and presses play. LJ's eyes widen.]
Lincoln: Listen up LJ, this is real important.
LJ: Alright.
Lincoln: On the third, look out for otis right. You got that?
Mahone: You know for someone who's so convinced that the government is capable of so many underhanded things, you sure are playing fast and loose with me.
LJ: What are you going to do, throw another fake murder charge on me?
Mahone: Who's Otis Wright?
LJ: I have no idea.
Mahone: I think you do. And if you don't tell me, after you're convicted, I will be in that courtroom when you're sentenced, and I will hang you out to dry. Take it to the bank.

[On the roof the boys take all that's needed up to a ventilation shaft, as Lincoln unscrews the screen on the shaft, Michael spray paints a yellow water pistol black. Lincoln, completed his tasks, lifts a bundle of rope up.]

[Below, the bailiff escorts LJ to the courtroom. They walk to the elevators, Mahone following them, talking on his cell phone.]
Mahone: Yeah. Put me in touch with the prosecutor in the LJ Burrows case. I want a meeting. [The bailiff presses the button on the wall to call an elevator. LJ looks around and notices that they're on the third level of the building. He remembers Lincoln's words "On the third, look out for Otis right. Until then, keep your head up." Holding his head up, LJ also notices the brand on the elevators. 'Otis Manufacturing.' The left of the two elevators opens and the bailiff moves to take LJ off. "Otis right"]
Bailiff: Let's go.
LJ: Hold on. [He leans down, unties his shoe and begins to tie it again.]
Bailiff: Move it. [Mahone flips his cell phone shut.]
LJ: Hold on!
[The elevator door closes and the bailiff sighs and steps forward, pressing the button again. LJ smiles as the right elevator door opens. He stands and the bailiff leads him into the elevator. Mahone watches them leave before looking up and noticing the type of elevator. He rushes forward and blocks the elevator doors closing.]
Mahone: I'll escort the boy. [LJ's face falls and the bailiff leaves. Mahone laughs.] Otis right. Otis elevator on the right. What is he planning? [Above him, the service area opens to reveal Lincoln, gun pointed at Mahone.]
Lincoln: Keep it in the holster and no one gets hurt. [Mahone hesitates then reaches for his gun.] Keep it in the holster. [Michael climbs into sight.] Alright, LJ, hit stop. [LJ moves over to the elevator control panel and pulls the emergency stop.] He's coming with us, [Alexander gives him a fleeting glance before flicking back to Michael] So just stay cool, stay cool. [Michael turns to LJ.]
Michael: Hey Buddy, give me his gun. [LJ attempts to pull the gun away but Mahone fights him.]
Lincoln: Hey, hey. [LJ grabs the gun and passes it to Michael.] LJ, give me your hand. [Lincoln takes LJ's hand and pulls him toward him.] That a boy, come on. [He drops the water pistol and gasps. Mahone rushes forward and grabs LJ's legs.]
Michael: Hey. Back off. Back off. Back off!
Mahone: You're not shooting anybody. Neither are you. Give yourselves up and your kid can walk. It's the only way he's getting out of this place. [He pulls again.] It's the only way!
LJ: Dad!
[Michael places the gun down behind him, reaching forward to help Lincoln pull up LJ.]
LJ: Dad! [Mahone, still holding LJ, kicks at the stop button to make the elevator move again.] Dad, you gotta let me go. Dad! [Mahone reaches around LJ and pulls.]
LJ: Dad!
[There's continual struggle, and Michael leans over to try and help.]
LJ: You gotta let me go! [With one final strong tug, Mahone pulls LJ down. LJ falls against the wall and Mahone looks up. Shock is plastered on Michael and Lincoln's faces. Quickly, Michael shoves the cover over the service area. LJ swipes at Mahone with his handcuffs but Mahone shoves his head against the wall and kicks his leg. The elevator reaches a floor and the doors spring open. LJ sits, crumpled, against the wall. Mahone strides out.]
Mahone: [Pointing toward the roof] Up there! Scofield is in the building. [Pointing at LJ] Take him! [As he runs forward his issues orders to different police officers] You guys, go! Cover that way! Scofield and Burrows are in the building! [LJ is dragged out of the elevator by two guards.]
LJ: Come on.

[Outside, Michael and Lincoln run up from a lower level and along the sidewalk, closely pursued by police.]
Police: Freeze! Don't move! Do not move!
Lincoln: [Pointing at a truck ahead.] Truck!
Police: We will shoot! Stop! [Both brothers clamber in as shots fire, nearly missing them. Lincoln drives them away as the shots still fire, hitting the truck. The police run after them.]

[At Bellick's house, Bellick opens the door of his bedroom and walks in. He looks around and sits down on the bed.]
Mrs Bellick: [Outside the room.] Bradley?
Bellick: Yea Ma?
Mrs Bellick: What are you doing home so early?
Bellick: I had to take um, my personal days, you know, before they went away.
Mrs Bellick: Shouldn't you be looking for the convicts?
Bellick: Well, they got someone else doing that, ma.
Mrs Bellick: You okay?
[Bellick stands up and walks over to her, kissing her cheek.]
Bellick: I'm good.
Mrs Bellick: Okay. [Bellick turns around as she closes the door. He stands before the bed, contemplating what's just happened. With resolution he reaches into his jacket, laying on the bed, and pulls out his shotgun. He sits down and loads a cartridge into the gun.]

[Warden Pope walks into his office. He picks up a box and pulls out various files. He stops and turns to look at something. Before him stands the Taj Mahal that he built with Michael.]
[Flashback to Michael finishing the Taj. Pope walks in.]
Pope: Wohoh. Right. I think we should break a bottle of champagne across its bow!
Michael: [Smiling] If you're intending to get this thing home for your anniversary tonight, I wouldn't recommend it it.
Pope: [With a chuckle] No. Listen, I want you to know I, I, well, I feel very fortunate to have met you.
[Flashback ends. Pope blinks with sadness and another flashback begins. Michael holds a shank at Pope.]
Michael: I'm breaking out. And you're going to make sure my brother goes with me.
[Flashback ends. Pope contemplates the Taj. He smiles slightly, turns, and picks up a lamp. Turning back, he smashes the Taj before kicking over the table that it rests on.]

[T-Bag walks out of Dr Gudat's clinic, wearing the Doctor's clothes. He locks the door and walks over to Gudat's car, checking his reflection in the mirror. He starts the car and instigates Auto Star.]
Receptionist: Thank you for calling Auto Star, Doctor [she pauses] Gudat? Am I pronouncing that correctly?
T-Bag: Uh, dead on.
Receptionist: How can I help you today?
T-Bag: I need uh, directions.
Receptionist: Where to, sir?
T-Bag: Utah.
[He drives off.]

[Tweener reads a newspaper story on the Fox River Eight at the college campus. There's a tap at his shoulder and he jumps up.]
Debra: Excuse me. [He turns to see Debra Jane, the girl whose notice he'd replied to.] I'm sorry. Are you Scott Holburner?
Tweener: I am. Yeah. [Debra smiles hesitantly.] You must be Debra Jane.
Debra: It's nice to meet you. [She extends her hand for him to shake.]
Tweener: Yeah, same here.
Debra: It's so funny ‘cause I was almost ready to leave when you called. No one else responded. I guess there's not a lot of Utah people out here. Are you from there?
Tweener: Nah, I just uh, I'm headed up there to collect an inheritance. My grandpa died.
Debra: Oh I'm sorry to hear that.
Tweener: It's all right. He went out with his boots on.
Debra: [Laughing] So where's your stuff? [Tweener looks around him.]
Tweener: Uh, I, I mailed it yesterday.
Debra: Mailed it? I've never heard of that.
Tweener: You know, you don't want to lug it around, plus I got a boy who works for UPS so he hooked it up. So you wanna bounce?
Debra: [Hesitating] Okay. I'm parked out front.

[Bellick cocks the shotgun. He turns it so that it's pointed at the lower part of his chin.]
Mrs Bellick: Bradley?
Bellick: Yea Ma?
Mrs Bellick: They've just announced the reward on the TV!
Bellick: What reward?
Mrs Bellick: The convicts! For the convicts! The ones who escaped!
Bellick: How much?
Mrs Bellick: A hundred thousand dollars a piece! Three hundred thousand for the animal who killed President Reynold's brother! [This sparks Bellick's interest.] Every whacko in the country's gonna be after those punks now, wouldn't you say? [Bellick turns the shotgun away from himself with a small smile.]

[Police run toward the abandoned van that Lincoln and Michael stole.]
Police: POLICE! Step out of the vehicle with your hands up! [They edge toward the cab of the van to find it empty. They aim their guns at the back of the truck to find it also empty.]

[Michael and Lincoln run through some parkland. Lincoln's limping heavily.]
Michael: We gotta move!
Lincoln: I can't! [Lincoln collapses onto a small wall. He cries out in pain.]
Michael: [Noticing his leg.] Oh my god. [He walks toward him and examines the wound. Lincoln has been hit, his leg opened up by the bullet. Sirens sound around them.]
Lincoln: I failed him. [Michael makes a bandage out of a piece of white cloth. He places it on Lincoln's leg.] OW!
Michael: [Softly] Sorry, sorry.
Lincoln: I failed him.

[LJ is led up stairs from the lower levels of the courthouse.]
Bailiff: I sure hope you packed a lunch, it's gonna be a long ride to Arizona. [He pushes him forward.] Move your ass. [Guards take LJ and set him in the prison transfer van. The van starts and LJ looks behind him, worried.]

[Mahone jumps out of his car, undoing the top button of his shirt and loosening his tie. He walks over to the abandoned van. On the bottom step of the van is Lincoln's blood.]
Mahone: Get men in all the area's hospitals. Wherever they are, one of them's bleeding good. Which means; they either come to us, or they die.

[Michael glances around desperately and Lincoln groans.]

[End]