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I didn't kill that man.

The evidence says you did.

I was set up. Swear to me.

I swear to you, Michael.

Put down your weapon.

I find it incumbent that you see

the inside of a prison
cell, Mr. Scofield.

I'm looking for someone. A
guy named Lincoln Burrows.

Why do you want to see
Burrows so bad anyhow?

Because he's my brother.

I'm getting you out.
That's impossible.

Not if you designed
the place it isn't.

You one mixed up
cracker, you know that?

Are we in business?

Now it's all about timing.

Scofield, you just as
pretty as advertised.

When do we get
started? I need your help.

You're asking me
to break the law.

I'm asking you to make a
mistake. Forget to lock up.

Come on.

We did it, Mike.

However this plays out...

I have no regrets.

Michael!

Well, if you're watching
this, that means you're safe.

I wish I could be
there with you.

But as you know now, I
wouldn't have had much time.

I made my choice.
I don't regret it.

We're free now. We're free.

Freedom has a price.

I died seven years ago,

left behind a brother,

a wife, a son.

But the dead
talk, if you listen.

They're there with you,

reaching out,

trying to tell you something

because not all
deaths are the same.

Some are real.

Some are a story.

Question is...

do you believe the story?

Was the man who died
who you thought he was?

The dead talk...

if you listen.

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Still tight as
scales on a snake.

Must have friends in
high places, Bagwell.

How a cesspool like you
gets his walking papers,

I'll never know.

This cesspool has
been a model citizen.

Model citizen.

Seventy-one dollars, 31 cents.

Laptop.

Pack of gum. Three pieces.

How about you keep that?

Whatever you bring
in, you bring out.

And one last piece
of correspondence.

Something really
wrong with the world

when I'm receiving dozens
of letters for guys like you.

Nothing compared to the e-mails.

What is it with you killers

that puts the satin on
women's panties, anyhow?

Whew.

Alackaday.

Burrows, how about you step out

and pay us the 100
grand you owe us?

Take that as a no.

Lincoln Burrows says no.

Big tough guy, who made
it out of the neighborhood,

and look at you now.

Back to your roots, the
way you've always been.

A smalltime crook
who can't pay his debts.

We're gonna find you, you know,

and we're gonna open you up.

Lincoln-y link, all
huffing and puffing.

Don't you look at
me like I'm trash.

My house is in order.

I'm clear with the government,
the DOC and my God.

It doesn't appear to
be the same with you.

Look at you, all back slit.

You're supposed
to go up as you age,

or did you not get the memo?

If you don't get off my deck,
I'm gonna crack your skull.

I wouldn't do that.

Seems fate has deigned to
join us at the hip once again

despite our mutual contempt.

Have a look-see.

Where'd you get this?

Received it on release
earlier this week.

No return address.

If you're playing
me, I'll kill you.

Take a look at that
postmark on there.

I may be a sophisti-cat,

but not so sophisticated as
to forge something like that.

Besides,

what angle could I
possibly have in coming here

and telling you it
looks like your brother

might just be alive.

It's impossible.
That's what I thought.

Why did he send it to
you? Again, what I thought.

Then I gave the
words another look-see.

Maybe that's the answer.

"By your hand, you shall
know the glories of your progeny

and our world will be
made right forever more."

Hell if I know what that means,

but the envelope
is addressed to me.

Those words are
addressed to me. Got to be.

Get out. I'm trying
to work with you.

Is there any possible way your
brother could have survived?

My brother's dead.

Then who sent this? And why?

Get out.

At least let me take my
rightful correspondence?

That wasn't me
that copied Burrows.

I knew you'd be the same

obstinate son of a
bitch you always been,

but I hoped you'd
seen the light.

But you are what you
is, and is what you are.

Still, I'm telling you,

fate has got us joined
at the hip somehow.

Where are you in from?
LINCOLN: Chicago.

Love Chicago.

There you go. Thanks, man.

I didn't think I was ever
gonna see you again.

You didn't come to the wedding.

I mean, I figured I... I get it.

He hates me for marrying
someone other than his brother.

I haven't been in
a good place, Sara.

My brain, it's...
It's been a mess.

That's why I didn't show up.

And I didn't want my
nephew to see me like that.

But now it's
impossible to stay away.

Someone's got a
sick sense of humor.

I know you want it to be true.

Losing a brother,

massive hole that
leaves in your life.

Like the same massive
hole losing a husband makes?

Maybe.

Lincoln Burrows. Jacob.

I haven't seen you in,
what, three, four years?

Yeah. Hey, buddy. Uncle Lincoln.

Oh, so good to see you.

Did you bring me
any sunken treasures?

Sunken treasures? Oh.

The dive show. Panama.

Yeah. I've been
telling him stories

about being down there
before we came back.

You've become kind of like
a mythological hero to him.

Let me get some beers. I want
to know what you've been up to.

Sure, man. Yeah. Okay.

Come here. I want you
to go wash up, okay?

And then you can
catch up with your uncle.

He hasn't just mythologized
you. He mythologizes Michael too.

It's like someone thinking
he was born to a god.

A god he's never met...

and who isn't here...

and who never will be again.

I can be pragmatic.

Michael was sick.

He was terminally sick...

and he died.

Sara...

How do you explain that?

It's Photoshop,
Linc, or something.

You gotta consider the source,

this came from T-Bag.

I know you want it to be true.

I want it to be true.

How about a date
tonight, model citizen?

Mm.

A little well-earned love
after a long time a' sea...

Shoop.

Miss Dorothy.

E-mailing her undying
love from Aurora, Illinois.

Yeesh!

How about this one? "Love
Cannon Alone So in Champagne."

Ooh. Hop on that just
on the name alone.

What the hell?
"Prosthetic research"?

Smart girl, your Sara.

She's right,

I'm just desperate
to see your face.

My life's been a mess
ever since you left.

Fallen back into my old ways.

Something you wouldn't tolerate.

But I got good in me, Michael.

I got good in me.

It'd just be nice if you
were here to help me find it.

Hey.

"Ogygia."

Telling me where you are.

There's only one
way to find out.

Theodore Bagwell.

And you're Dr. Whitcombe,

the man who invited me
to this mystery meeting...

at 9:30 at night,

when the rest of
the building is closed.

I know what you've done.

That's why I don't want
to be seen with your sort.

Just want to know why I'm here

and if this has anything to do

with that special envelope
I received in prison.

I know nothing
about an envelope.

I can only tell you my work.
Targeted muscle reinnervation.

Using the brain to
manipulate prosthesis

as it were a natural limb.

But as with any
cutting edge work,

funding is not easy to find.

And yet, incredibly,
I got the grant

in the form of a considerable
anonymous grant,

on one condition.

The first recipient of
my procedure is you.

I can equip you

with a fully
articulate prosthetic,

operationally indistinguishable
from a real hand.

All of this because of
an anonymous donor?

Someone seems to
have plans for both of us.

I've reserved an
operational lab for Monday

if you decide you
are interested.

It's your hand, ultimately.

"By your hand,

you shall know the
glories of your progeny."

What's that?

Nothing, doc.

Come on, Michael.

You must have left me something.

Come on, Michael.

What's going on?

Agh!

Oh, my God. What happened?

I'm not sure. I'm
gonna call the police.

He's calling them just now?

Hello?

I dug up Michael's
grave. He's not in it.

You... What?

Sara, someone
just tried to kill me.

They've been watching...
Who tried to kill you?

It started at the airport.

There was a... A red sedan.

It started following me,
and they swapped out to a...

A pick-up.

What color was the pick-up?

Black. Why?

Sara?

Jacob?

Yeah?

Behind one of the
pictures, there's a hole.

There's a gun in it.
I need you to get it.

What? Right now.

Someone's coming for us.

A gun?

What do you mean, a gun?

Mike!

911, what is your emergency?

I have an armed intruder.
I need you to send people.

I don't have time. Please come.

Mike? Sara?

What's going on, Sara?

Hey. Come here. Mom?

Sara? Sara.

It's just me. There's no
one else in the house.

Get in the tub. JACOB:
What do you want?

I'm scared, Mom.
What do they want?

I don't know, baby.

Okay, listen to me. If anyone
comes through that door,

you don't move, okay?

I will put this through them,
and you will not be harmed.

You understand? Good boy.

Jacob?

Mom?

Go get every towel you can find.

Right now. Right now.

Please, Jacob.

Okay, I think it got an
artery. Stay with me.

Look at me. Don't close
your eyes or go to sleep.

All right? I'm gonna
need you to stay with me.

I need an ambulance!

How is he?

The shot almost
severed his femoral artery.

They're trying to stabilize him.

And him? SARA: He's 7.

How are you doing, Mikey?

Something's happening, isn't it?

First you come, then that
person came in our house.

It has something to do with
my real father, doesn't it?

Why do you say that?

Because I can
see it in her face.

I need to talk to your uncle.

I'm gonna be right over there
where you can see me. Okay?

What's going on?
We've awoken something

people are trying to
hide about Michael.

Your brother's dead, Lincoln.

Or is he dead?
Where is the body?

Then why did he leave?

If he's been out there
for all of these years,

why did he abandon his own son?

You know I'm right.

It wouldn't be like this if
something wasn't happening.

It wouldn't. Let's fight back.

I don't know who we're
fighting. Let's go to Yemen.

To Yemen? I have a son, Lincoln.

My husband's in the ER.

Leaving them is the wrong
thing for me to do right now.

Ma'am, he's ready to
see you. One second.

I'll do it. I'll go to Yemen.

You don't know a damn
thing about Yemen.

I'll find someone who does.

See you, Mikey.

I envy you.

Changed your life around.

Man gets tired of
living a profligate life.

So I took up Jihad.

Real Jihad.

Not that madness that
you see on the news.

War within.

The spiritual struggle
to clean up your act.

Finding and serving God.

It's good, man.

The world needs it, Linc.

I mean, we're...
We're small here,

but we do what we can

to help the peace
efforts in the Middle East,

working on anti-radicalization
campaigns here at home.

Like I said, the struggle.

That's why I'm here.

If I needed to get to Yemen,

is that something you
could help me with?

I thought he was dead.

So did everyone.

But Ogygia?

I mean, that's for heavy
hitters, political prisoners.

In Yemen, it doesn't
come any worse.

Do you know what it
would take to stage a death?

Not to mention keeping
a man who's not dead

under the radar for seven years.

Some very powerful players.

Sayed, what do you make
of this mosque right here?

Aqsa Mosque. It's one of
the main ones in Sana'a.

It's very distinct. Ah.

Sight lines seem consistent
with what it would be

from the prison to the mosque.

No, you ask me,
that photo's legit.

Then that's the
building my brother's in.

Easiest way to find out is
to call the prison and ask.

There's no Michael Scofield.

Get an image from the Internet.

Michael Scofield.

Send it to the prison. Maybe
he's under a different name.

Listen, Linc, I got to
say something, man.

Man, you got to slow your
roll. Yemen is in a civil war.

They're really
close to collapse.

It's no place for a white man
with an American passport,

no command of Arabic,
to just show up on a whim.

And yet apparently,
my brother did.

I got a picture.

Your brother's intake photo

from the Fox River Penitentiary.

Here's his DMV photo,

and here's a photo from
his old workplace website.

It's not him.

None of them are.

Someone's erasing
him from history.

Lincoln, where are you going?

Hotel. Grab my
stuff, then the airport.

Hey, listen. You're
not going to Yemen.

Stop me. You won't
make it three days.

We need to go through
the proper channels.

The proper channels?

Someone's erasing his existence.

Who does that? Who has
that ability? I'm telling you.

Michael's caught in the
middle of something big.

What if he's not
caught in the middle?

What are you saying?

Michael has never
been anyone's sucker.

He's always been in control.

Always.

You saying he
faked his own death?

I'm saying you need to
look at all of the possibilities

before you walk into a war zone.

Wasn't sure you'd come.

Sometimes a man
has to surrender to fate.

See what it has
in store for him.

We'll need to put you under.

No, no. I don't do general
anesthetic, compadre.

It's mandatory for a
procedure like this.

You'll forgive me
if I have a problem

lying unconscious before a man

with sharp items
at his disposal.

It cannot be done
without an anesthetic.

I've done it before, friend.

And look what it got you.

You do anything untoward
to me while I'm under and I'll...

You're the last man
I'd run afoul of. Okay?

Mm.

Well, fate, you
mysterious bitch.

Why are you doing this to me?

Dry cleaning. Nice jacket.

See you. Have a good day.

What the hell was that for?

Sucre, what the hell
are you doing here?

C-Note told me what's going on.

He tell you to
talk me out of it?

No.

I'm coming with you.

You're not coming.
Michael's my best friend.

If he's alive, if he's in
trouble, I wanna help.

Don't you have a
job or something?

Yeah, on a tramp.

Not great work but,
hey, I'm an ex-con, right?

Tramp?

Yeah. I've been
riding her for a while.

What are you, a pimp? What?

No, no, no. A tramp is
a freelance cargo ship.

We go to Hong Kong,
Spain, Buenos Aires.

Basically wherever
the boss tells us.

Corrupt son of a bitch.
Get back on that tramp.

You're not coming. I can help.

Listen to me, this
is the Middle East.

Lots has changed.

I'm an international
hitter now. A raconteur.

I don't think that
means what you think.

Don't speak to me like I
don't know French. I do.

And I'm brown. That's something.

I'll fit in better over there
than you will, snowflake.

I decided I was
wrong when I said

you would be dead
inside of three days.

You go over there,

you'll be dead inside of one.

But with me, we have people
at the mosque that worked there.

People with legal connections

that can get us
inside of that prison.

Hold on. You're not
saying he gets to go?

He's not any browner than I am.

No?

I managed to pick up a little
Arabic while serving in Iraq.

Final boarding call
for flight 39 from JFK

connecting to Yemen.

Listen, man, there's gonna
be a time I'm gonna need you.

You better find him

and you better call
me when you do.

I will.

You really got contacts?
Contacts with contacts.

You could just follow
him into the bathroom,

rag doll him in one
of the stalls. Done.

Then we'd have a
body to deal with.

And we want him utterly

and irrevocably
gone from this world.

Where no amount of out
digging can bring him back.

We're the only ones
coming into the place.

The country's falling apart.

Everyone wants out.

Who's that contact again?
A woman named Sheba.

A handler. She helps
us track Americans

that come in to
fight the Jihad fight.

Welcome to the civil war.

Mr. Franklin, Miss Sheba
sent me to collect you.

This way, gentlemen, follow me.

Yemen very dangerous.

You never know who is
enemies, who is friends.

Everyone scratching
each other's backs.

ISIL is starting
to attack the city.

They have been building up
out in the desert for months.

If they take the city, they
will kill all the secularists.

Install sharia law, you know?

You don't seem worried.

I scratch backs too, my friend.

No, no, no. This isn't right.

Wait a minute. This
isn't the address.

I get cigarettes.

No, take us straight to
the address right now.

I... I get cigarettes.

Linc, this is a set-up.
Grab your bag. Get out.

Greetings from the U.S.
prison system, bitches.

What is it?

Someone set us up.

Come quickly or
we'll all be dead.

Go, go. She's one of us.

Come on. Grab your
bag. Come on, let's go.

How did you find us?

A contact at the airport saw
you get into the wrong taxi.

You're lucky I found you.

This is very radicalized
neighborhood.

Whoever set you up couldn't
have set you up in a worse way.

Throw your phones
out the window.

I don't want anyone tracking us.

Do it.

Sheba, this is Lincoln.
Lincoln, Sheba.

You've been made
whole, Mr. Bagwell.

You're free to go.

Not till you tell me
what you've put in me.

You feel an unease, do you?

I'd venture that's what's
always been in you since birth.

Your soul. I just put
the hardware into you.

You're the thing that runs it.

Who's behind this? Nobody.

Nobody's behind this. Unh!

What does that mean?
I got a single word.

That's it, just...

My benefactors ID'd
themselves by a single word.

"Outis."

I looked it up. It's
Greek for "nobody."

That's who your
benefactor is, Mr. Bagwell.

Nobody.

Okay. Ahem.

Who's this?

Omar has connections
in Ogygia prison.

He says he can arrange a visit.

Michael's there?

There's apparently
an American in there

matching your
brother's description.

There's just one thing.

Arranging such a visit
is hard. Very difficult.

Comes at a price.
Money's not a problem.

Tsk, tsk. Not money.
Your passport.

My passport? What,
you wanna hold it?

No. Straight trade.

Visit for your passport.

A U.S. passport
is like gold here.

A few changes and it
can be a ticket to freedom.

Don't do it, Linc. Mm-mm.

I know it is not ideal,

but ideals, as of right
now, are history in Yemen.

You cannot get
out of the country

without a passport.

Don't do it.

You will see your brother soon.

Told myself I'd never
step foot in another prison.

As long as we walk out of it.

There's no Michael Scofield.

It was a scam for my passport.

Omar's one of my
most trusted operators.

Listen, trust doesn't seem
to mean a lot in this country.

Give me a second. I'll figure
out a way to work this out.

That image. The one
that they sent to you?

Yeah. Do you have it?

Hey. There.

Kaniel Outis.

Yes, Kaniel Outis. Is he here?

He says yes, the man
in the picture's here.

We can see him, but
only because of Sheba.

Why did you say that name?
Because of my brother's jacket.

Thought we were on
the right side of God.

Sheba. No. Hey, hey, Sheba.

Hey, Kaniel Outis
is a bigtime terrorist.

They got him in here for murder.

He's been working with ISIL
to take down the government.

Come on, C. You
know that's not Michael.

Well, whoever he is,

we're about to meet him.

What was my father like?

My real father.

Michael Scofield...

was like a storm.

Grab the camera. I
want proof he's alive.

He was beautiful,

and frightening,

and mysterious.

And he would
show up in your life

out of the clear blue sky,

and then he would
disappear just as quickly.

But storms, they can
come back. Can't they?

Mm-hm.

The question is,
if they come back,

is it the same storm

or has something changed?

Michael.

New tats. What do
you mean "new"?

We're gonna get you out of here.

My name isn't Michael.

And I don't know who you are.

I'm sorry.

Michael.

Michael.

Michael, talk to
me. Mi... Michael.

Michael, what are
you doing, damn it?

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