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MALE NARRATOR: Previously on
Prison Break:

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

SUCRE: Man killed
the Vice President's brother.

Why you want to see Burrows
so bad anyhow?

Because he's my brother.

- I'm getting you out of here.
- It's impossible.

Not if you designed the place, it isn't.

- You've seen the blueprints.
- Better than that.

I've got them on me.

(PHONE RlNGlNG)

Nick Savrinn.
As of now, both of you are dead.

This is Bellick.
Our wing has been breached.

Marilyn, no!

The chair isn't the only way
to take a man's life in prison.

What are you doing?

Your father's already in trouble.
There's nothing we can do about it.

Come on!

My first assignments on Pl,
we were up here cleaning out toxic mold.

Pl didn't go there.
We'd never assign inmates to do that.

T- BAG: Tyler Robert.
This here must be your daughter.

- It's over. We don't need him no more.
- You're not gonna kill him.

(lNMATES SHOUTlNG)

One for the team.

SCOFlELD: Seventeen days from now,
they strap my brother to an electric chair.

Send 50,000 volts coursing through
his body for a crime he didn't commit.

I'm here to make sure that doesn't happen.

I've been in Fox River
nearly three weeks now.

In that time, I've managed to get out
the back of my cell

and into the old steam pipes
that run beneath the prison.

Those pipes are our way out.

Think of this place
like it's a map of the US.

Our cell over there, that's New York City.

Infirmary, our exit, that's California.

The pipes beneath our feet
that connect the two...

- Route 66.
- Route 66. Our ticket out of here.

- I assume we're doing this at night.
- That's right.

We're locked up, Fish,
and your boy is in solitary.

How we just gonna fly out of our cages
and right into your cell,

- right into New York City?
- You're not.

You're gonna meet me halfway.

In St. Louis.

Route 66 runs
directly beneath that building.

It's the only building
sitting on top of those tunnels.

All we gotta do is get in there on Pl
and dig ourselves an on-ramp.

Shortly after we hit the infirmary.
Then we'll be outside those walls.

What's in there?

It's an old storage room. I figure John here
can pull all the strings he needs.

ABRUZZl: It's not that easy, Fish.
That's a restricted area.

I got to be able to justify it
to the bulls, you know.

There's gotta be some actual work
to be done in there for me to get in there.

- You follow?
- Then you better figure it out.

'Cause if we don't get in that room,
we're not getting out of here.

T- BAG: I'm feeling kind of left out.

New York, California, St. Louis.
What are we discussing?

Talking baseball, actually.

Now, that's a subject
I just happen to know quite a bit about.

What a shame. The conversation's over.

Really, now,
that any way to treat a teammate?

I'm coming along on this endeavor
whether you like it or not.

'Cause I got
a hell of a singing voice otherwise.

I won't take that piece of crap along.
I won't do it.

- Me, neither.
- We won't have to.

He'll be out of the picture soon enough.

The state provides $25,000 insurance.

Plus donations from the
Illinois Corrections Officers' Foundation.

That's the last thing on my mind
right now, Warden.

- Do you know who killed him?
- We have some leads.

But I can promise you this.

We are not going to rest
until we find out what happened.

His pictures are missing.

He had a photo of our daughter in here.

Not to worry. We'll find them.

I begged him not to take this job.

Shauna, I am so sorry.

(SNlFFLlNG)

I'll walk you to your car.

Captain, I need to speak with you
for a second.

BELLlCK: I'll meet you in the hallway.

(WHlMPERlNG)

I want the son of a bitch who did this.

Now, you do whatever you need to do
to find him.

You understand?

We have five boxes.
Wanna give me a hand?

Veronica.

That phone call was textbook
scare tactics. That's what they want.

They want to scare us
from doing what they know we can do.

- And what's that?
- Expose them.

This guy bothering you again,
Miss Donovan?

No, Lukasz. The other night was my fault.
It was a misunderstanding.

Okay. But if you need anything...

Trust me. You'll be the first person I call.

Here. Let me.

Those boxes contain seven years
of criminal appellate work.

If there's a precedent in there somewhere

that can help us suspend
Lincoln's execution, we're gonna find it.

You can just leave those by the door,
Lukasz, I'll bring them in.

Oh, that's okay.
I've got your key right here.

If I didn't know better,
I would say Lukasz was sweet on you.

Very funny.

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(lNMATES CHATTERlNG)

ABRUZZl: Fire.

- What?
- Fire. We burn the place down.

How's that gonna help us?

A few years ago, the chapel burned down,

and the D.O.C. realized
they had some toxic issues.

You know, asbestos, lead paint,
you name it.

They couldn't find a contractor,
so they put the inmates on the job.

We spent like five, six hours in there
at a time.

But the good news is,
no guards came around almost at all.

Can you get us in there?

Been doing a little thinking.

I'm gonna need a Pl card, aren't l?

I mean, that's where this whole thing
is happening, isn't it?

It's on its way.

(CHUCKLlNG)

- You're slow-walking me, aren't you?
- Why would I do such a thing?

You think Bellick's gonna pop me
for shanking that CO, Bob.

Maybe you'll take a little walk
and tell him for yourself, right?

And I'll be out of your hair for good.

Well, I got news for you.

If I go down for killing Bob, believe me,

I'm gonna take a little walk of my own.

Tell them about that hole
you got behind your toilet.

So,

how about that Pl card?

LJ: I don't know if you remember,
but that summer before fifth grade,

when I stayed with you a couple weeks,

and you thought
I broke your glass coffee table.

(KEYS CLANGlNG)

And when you came home, I denied it.

But you told me

(GUARD CHATTERlNG)

you could care less about the coffee table,
you just didn't want me lying to you.

And you said I'd feel a lot better
if I just told you the truth,

and you promised not to be angry.

I remember.

Well, I broke it.

I know.

I know.

You know, if there's anything
that you want to get off of your chest,

you can tell me,
and I promise I won't get angry.

You want to know if I killed that guy?

(SlGHS)

I went there planning
to do something wrong.

But I didn't kill that guy.

Someone's working hard
to make it look like I did.

Anyway, there's a chance
the execution may not happen.

- What?
- Veronica's working my case,

and I got a reporter coming today
who actually believes I'm innocent.

So I ain't dead yet.

LJ, look at me.

(DOOR CLOSlNG)

You gotta have faith, kid.

Just have a little faith.

(DlSPATCHER CHATTERlNG OVER RADlO)

(FlRE ENGlNE HORN BLARlNG)

(CELL PHONE RlNGlNG)

(PEOPLE CHATTERlNG)

KELLERMAN: Kellerman.
WOMAN: Well?

- Taken care of.
- Good.

Now move on to the second thing.

If you could see what we're looking at,

believe me,
Burrows is gonna get the message.

Which is what
you've assured me of before.

Yet that message keeps getting
returned to sender.

Now move on the second thing,
and report back.

We're headed there now.

- You're thinking too much.
- Yeah, God forbid.

(SlREN BLARlNG)

He's gonna toss every cell in this block
until he finds the killer.

If he tosses this one, he's going to find
the hole back there in a heartbeat.

I know.

SUCRE: We gotta turn T-Bag in.
That's the only way it'll stop.

We turn him in, he'll talk.

So, we're screwed either way, aren't we?

- Which one?
- Right there.

St. Louis.

(CO CHATTERlNG)

What the hell are you doing here?

Clean-up detail.
We thought this was storage.

Does this look like storage to you,
you idiot?

It's a restricted area.
This is a CO break room. Now, back it up.

STOLTE: Back it up now!
ABRUZZl: Sorry, Officer.

Won't happen again.

SUCRE: A freaking break room?
Are you kidding me?

SCOFlELD: They must've changed it
since the retrofit.

The bulls are camped out in there.
They'll never leave.

- You got a back-up plan?
- There isn't one.

It's the only room
sitting on top of that pipe.

It's the only way out,
and we gotta get back in there.

- Impossible, Fish.
- Maybe not. Check it out.

SUCRE: I don't get it. How come they
let him into the guards' room?

He's a trustee. The ones
with the highest security clearance.

- But why him?
- He can be trusted.

How does one become a trustee?

Just have a spotless record
for the last 30 years.

Pretty much counts all of us out.

Which means
we've got to get him onboard.

Forget it. The guy's a boy scout.

(lNMATES CHATTERlNG)

Mr. Westmoreland.

Hey, Michael.

- You found your cat yet?
- Still MIA.

- You can always get another.
- I don't want another.

Besides, it's a moot point.
She was grandfathered.

Once she's gone, no more pets.

Wouldn't be an issue
if you were on the outside.

- Still tugging on that leash, eh?
- Yep.

And this is the part
where I extend a formal invitation.

- 'Cause you still think I'm D.B. Cooper.
- I don't think. I know.

The way I see it,

you're in here doing 60-to-life
for a vehicular manslaughter.

It would've been 20,
but the car you were in was stolen.

Felony murder rule
cubes up your sentence, and here you are.

Hitting that woman was an accident.
But the car?

No one accidentally steals a car.

So the question is,

why would Charles Westmoreland
be in Arizona boosting a car,

10 states away from where he lived,

and only 10 miles away
from the Mexican border.

And why, two days before that,
would someone

make a phone call to his wife
from a motel in Portland,

a stone's throw away from the airport
out of which, shortly after,

Flight 305 was hijacked
by one D.B. Cooper.

Seven hours after the hijacking,

records show Charles Westmoreland
was treated for a busted knee

at a free clinic in Brigham City.

Only way to get from Portland, Oregon,
to Brigham City, Utah in seven hours,

is in a car,

breaking every land-speed record
known to man,

or flying.

It's public record D.B. Cooper jumped
out of that 727 about an hour after takeoff.

Taking a dive at 10,000 feet

with $1.5 million in cash
and a hastily packed parachute

might make for a pretty rough landing.

Rough enough to shatter some bones.
Maybe even a left knee.

D.B. Cooper would've had a car
waiting for him when he landed.

According to D.M.V. records, in 1971,

Charles Westmoreland
was the proud owner of a '65 Chevy Nova.

As it happens, a '65 Chevy Nova
with the registration number scraped off

was found abandoned with a blown gasket
along the Arizona border

a mile or two away from where
you accidentally hit that woman

with your stolen car.

- Interesting story.
- Interesting man.

- But you didn't answer one thing.
- What's that?

Maybe I did hurt my knee,
I did steal that car,

and I did accidentally hit that poor lady.

But how could I have hijacked a plane
in Portland on November 24th,

when I was in Folsom, finishing up
a 30-day drunk and disorderly?

I hope you aren't hanging
this whole escape on that money,

'cause I'm not the one in possession of it.

Thanks for the invite, though.

(GRUNTS)

Veronica.

Veronica, come on.

We're okay.

How is this okay, Nick?
Somebody just tried to kill us.

- I know. I was there.
- Then act like it, okay?

We just watched a man burn to death
right in front of us.

My God.

- Lukasz. My God.
- It's okay, it's okay.

We just left him there.

There was nothing we could do for him.

He was dead
as soon as he opened the door.

I am trying so hard
to understand all this, Nick.

Who these people are, what they want.

How we just walked away from there
without even calling the police.

We did it because these people we're
dealing with won't stop until we're dead.

Now, if they think we're dead,
like they do right now,

Now, if they think we're dead,
like they do right now,

maybe we get a little breathing room here.

- Figure out what our next move is.
- No, we should go to the police.

I've been telling myself the same thing.
But you know what?

They're bigger than the police.

Now, we go to the authorities,
and all we're gonna be doing is,

broadcasting to them that we're still alive

and then we got their target
right on our backs again.

We can't hide forever.

No, no, maybe not forever. But l...

I think I know a place we can,
at least for a little while.

We'll just have to go in there
ourselves then.

Like I said, unless the old man's in,
it's not possible.

And even if it were,
with the guards in there,

there's no way in hell they're just
gonna sit back and watch us start a fire.

See, I already figured that part out.
I've been thinking.

And?

That thing you're doing
at the Pope's office,

- you're using rubber cement?
- Yeah.

- Can you get some out of there?
- Maybe. Why?

Look, there's a coffee maker
in the guards' room, right?

I got a hook-up with one of my boys
in the kitchen.

If we can get rubber cement
in the bottom of that coffee pot,

when the burner goes on...

It's a good idea.

But without Westmoreland,
we're never getting in that room.

- He doesn't want any part of the escape?
- No.

Well, what does he want?
He's gotta want something.

Everybody wants something.

SCOFlELD: Come on, kitty. Come on.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Yes, that's a good girl.

Come on.

I don't believe it.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Where'd you find her?
- In the yard. By the chapel.

Why do I get the feeling
there's a string attached to this?

Not a string. Just a favor.

- I'm not D.B. Cooper.
- That's all right.

'Cause it's not gonna take D.B. Cooper
to do what I need done.

What's that?

All I want you to do

is take a certain coffee pot
into the guard room at a certain time

- and turn the burner on.
- Why?

Let's just say it'd be in everyone's best
interest if a fire were to start in there.

Marilyn, did you think
he was the arsonist type?

I'm not. I'm the clean-up crew type.

The type that gets access
to all kinds of tools.

Michael, I'm grateful for this, I really am.

But I've made it a point
to keep my nose clean

ever since I walked into this place.

Thirty-two years without a blemish.

If that parole board date ever comes,
I want to be ready.

I can't jeopardize that.

Sorry.

Michael.

Thanks, though. Really.

After what you went through in the riot,
I thought you might take a day off.

I'm fine.

I couldn't find anybody
to cover for me anyway.

I hope you don't feel like
you owe me anything.

I do. I'm...

I really appreciate what you did for me.

But?

But you told me that you had been up
in the crawlspace for Pl,

and Pl was never assigned to go there.

We're done here, right?

Michael, don't be like that.
I just want some answers.

Thanks for the shot, Doc.

Sue Parsons, Headline Press.

Thanks for coming by.

- I appreciate your taking the time.
- Appreciate you looking into my case.

So, what can you tell me?
From what I understand,

you have numerous people
working on your behalf as we speak.

Yeah.

Well, Veronica Donovan.
She's my attorney. And Nick Savrinn.

- He works at Project Justice.
- Savrinn.

Okay. Have they gotten very far?

Nothing to go to court with.
Not yet, anyway.

You ever think it's just time to let go?
Accept what happened?

Let go, yeah.
Accept what happened, never.

I mean, would you, if someone had
set you up, destroyed your life?

I guess I'm thinking
in terms of the pain and anguish

it's caused your friends and loved ones.

People who care about me,
they believe me.

That's all that matters to me right now.
That's all I got.

You have a son. Lincoln Jr., LJ.

Yeah. Why?

I have a source that tells me
if you accept what happened,

and stop fighting your execution,
your son will be left out of this.

If not,

I hope you said goodbye to him
when he left here this morning.

- Who are you?
- One Burrows is gonna die.

Up to you which one.

(SCREAMlNG) Who are you? Who are you?

Hey, don't let her go!
She threatened my son!

Please, no! She threatened my son. No!

(DOORBELL RlNGlNG)

- LJ Burrows?
- Yeah.

I'm Officer Hale with juvenile court.

We just need to do a quick survey
of the residence.

Make sure the environment here is
reflective of the terms of your probation.

- Your parents home?
- No. But they'll be home any minute.

Well, then, I can get started.

LJ and his dad,
you never said how it went this morning.

Sounded fine. Of course, everything
a 15-year-old boy tells his mother is fine.

Look, no offense, but can I see
some kind of identification?

- Sure.
- LJ, we're home.

LJ, you here?

- Oh, my God.
- Drop the phone, lady.

This is the only warning I'm giving you.
Drop it.

Run!

LJ, go.

(PHONE BEEPlNG)

(PHONE RlNGlNG)

Pick up. Pick up, please.

Please answer. Come on.

LJ. We're not here to hurt you.

911. Send.

You really think you're gonna get
to four buttons before I get to one?

Come on.

(GRUNTS)

LJ, get out of here!

(GUN FlRES)

(GRUNTlNG)

Mom.

(GAGGlNG)

(EXCLAlMS)

(CELL PHONE RlNGlNG)

KELLERMAN: Where are you going, LJ?
LJ: What do you want from me?

- Cooperation, that's all.
- You want cooperation?

I know what you look like,
you son of a bitch!

I'm going to the police.

Going to the police.
I don't think that's such a good idea, LJ.

I mean, with your prints
on the murder weapon and all.

- I didn't touch the murder weapon.
- Of course you didn't.

I know that and you know that,

I just don't think you're gonna have
much luck convincing Ballistics of that.

Who the hell are you people?

Just concerned neighbors.

We heard a bit of a ruckus
at the Rix's house.

Gosh, you know,
I guess we really should've seen it coming.

I mean, all the signs were there, drug use,
decline in academic performance.

But we didn't think
he'd ever do something like this.

- No one's gonna believe that.
- Yes, they will.

And when they catch you,
and they will catch you, LJ,

they're gonna try you as an adult.
You know what that means.

We can help you, LJ.
We're the only hope you got.

No, you're not.

She made that choice, not you.

(SlREN BLARlNG lN DlSTANCE)

Let's find the kid.

(lNMATES CHATTERlNG)

You got Marilyn back.

- Sure did.
- That's good.

How long ago you quit smoking?

- A little over nine years now.
- You don't mind, do you?

(CHUCKLES)

Feel a kinship with you, Charles.

More than any other con here.

And we've seen a lot, haven't we?

Sure have.

And correct me if I'm wrong,

I've always treated you fair.

I've always appreciated that fact.

I've known Bob since he was 18 years old.

I got him this job.

You can imagine how responsible I feel.

- I can't help you with that, boss.
- I think you can.

Word is he died in front of your cell.

And you were right here
when it happened.

We've both been around
long enough to know

that when a con starts
that snitching business,

he's not long for this world.

Don't put me in that position, boss.

If you don't tell me who killed Bob

before I leave this cell,

our friendship goes with it.

That's a nice cat.

Westmoreland knows,
and his jaw ain't that strong.

(JOlNTS CRACKlNG)

NURSE: What's this?

Nothing.

- You stalker.
- I'm not a stalker. I just...

- I don't get it.
- What is there to get?

He doesn't fit the profile.

Right? The man's got a graduate degree.
He lives in my neighborhood.

Guys like that hang out in Streeterville,
they drink single malt Scotch,

they pay $200 for Cubs tickets.
They don't rob banks.

Maybe he couldn't afford season tickets.
Maybe that's why he robbed the bank.

Thank you. I'm actually being serious.

- Can I ask you something?
- Yeah.

- Why do you care so much?
- 'Cause he lied to me.

They all lie to you.

Maybe because he's the one guy in here
I can actually get to.

One guy I can make a difference with.

Go home, girl.

You keep burning it at both ends like this,
you're gonna drive yourself crazy.

Good night.

(DOOR BUZZlNG)

POPE: I'm sorry, Burrows.

Both of them were dead
by the time the paramedics got there.

- What about my son?
- He's missing.

The police are treating him as a fugitive.

A fugitive?

They found his prints
on the murder weapon.

It's impossible.

I need to call him.

- No, I can't do that.
- What do you mean you can't do that?

- His life's in danger!
- Look, Burrows!

The police have instructed me
that this is an ongoing investigation.

And as such,
any contact you make with your son

could potentially aid and abet him
as a fugitive.

I'm sorry.

Warden, please!

GUARD: Front gate open!

Let's go, man.

That's messed up, man.

INMATE 2: Do he even know?
INMATE 1: I don't think so.

INMATE 2: Man, here he is.

TROKEY: What's up, T?

We family, right?

Hell, yeah, we are.

Well, I'm in a quandary,
and I need your help.

Name it.

Bellick's squeezing tighter and tighter
around here.

And you were right. Eventually,
somebody's mouth is gonna start moving.

Thing is, Trokey, if I get popped for this,
what with my priors,

and predisposition to violent behavior,

I'll spend the rest of my life in the SHU.

But if you come forward

with only your drug convictions
and a whole lot of remorse...

- I can't do that, T.
- I ain't finished yet.

No need.
I ain't going down for murdering no hack.

I mean, you understand that, don't you?

You ain't mad, are you?

No, Trokey, I'm not mad.

(COS CHATTERlNG)

(GRUNTlNG)

I need out. I gotta find him.

You will. Both of us. Soon.

- They're coming after my family, Michael.
- You've gotta trust me.

- We're gonna get this done.
- "Get this done."

How? Tell me, Michael, tell me.
You can't, can you?

I gotta get out of here now. LJ's in trouble.

Scofield. How about it?

Just stick with me.

(VAN APPROACHlNG)

Yo, Bruce! Hey!

What's up, bro?

(GUARDS CHATTERlNG)

If you go out there,
they will gun you down.

I don't care anymore.

Well, you better start thinking
about what you're doing.

Because you can't help LJ if you're dead.

GUARD: What the hell's going on in here?

- We got a problem?
- No.

Well, then, get on your feet. Let's go.

CO: There's a fire!

(FlRE ALARM RlNGlNG)

Son of a...

What the hell's going on in Building 2?
Come in.

(OVER LOUDSPEAKER)
Fire in the CO break room.

(SlRENS WAlLlNG)

(lNMATES CHATTERlNG)

- Thanks.
- I didn't do it for you.

(MAN CHATTERlNG ON RADlO)

Found the source.
Someone in here smoke these?

Bilsons?

Bellick.

Captain Bellick, got someone to see you.

What the hell do you want?

I know who killed Bob, sir.

(DOOR OPENlNG)

(lNMATES CHATTERlNG)

I don't know how that got there.

- It's a mock. A mock! You set me up!
- Let's go.

Bad enough you killed a guard.

Don't try to lay it off
on somebody else now.

You set me up! He set me up!

Wow.

- Your father lived here?
- Yeah.

He wanted someplace
that was completely off the grid.

A place the government
didn't even know existed.

He tapped into the power lines.
A well supplies the place with water.

Last few years of his life
he barely even left the property.

- It's...
- Yeah.

When you spend so many years
fighting cops and prosecutors and judges

trying to take your freedom
for something you didn't do,

you used every cent you had in attorney's
fees, you wind up losing anyway.

Fifteen years of his life,

almost all of his son's childhood.

I guess I can forgive him
for wanting to hide away, be left alone.

We'll be safe here
until we figure out our next move.

(SlGHlNG)

T- BAG: Hey, hold up here a minute.
Hold up here.

Seems to be a bit of confusion.
I'm supposed to be on this detail.

I don't think so.

Oh, John.

You can't be serious.

Not after our long illustrious history
we shared together.

All those nights in New York City.

In California.

In St. Louis.

They were good times,
weren't they, John?

Tell the badge here about them.
'Cause if you don't want to,

I certainly could.

BELLlCK: I want this place gutted.

The drywalls gotta be torn out.
The studs gotta be removed.

Boss, we got some toxic issues here.
Asbestos, to start with.

Take it up with the union.

All I'm saying is,
this room is your only priority now.

It better be brand spanking new
when you're done.

If anybody's thinking about getting cute,

trying to trunk one of these tools
out of here,

Brady's got the outline
of every single piece of hardware in here.

And at the end of every day,
every single piece better match up,

or you're all going to the hole.

(LOCK CLlCKS)

Let's go.

This goes down four feet.
It connects to the main line below.

All we gotta do is widen it,

and we've got ourselves
an on-ramp to Route 66.

- They're gonna hear this, man.
- They won't.

Come on, pretty. We a team now.

- Best get cracking, eh?
- You, shut up.

(CARS HONKlNG)

You really think you're gonna get
to four buttons before I get to one?

WOMAN: I don't have my glasses.

How about you read this for me?

Tell me the news.
The latest developments.

Evidently, there was an explosion

in a Gold Coast apartment
in Chicago yesterday.

Gas line. Everyone inside was killed.

Shame. Anything else?

How about that kid up in Oak Park?
The one they say killed his parents.

- Oh, they got him.
- They did?

- He's in custody.
- Good.

I imagine heads would've rolled
if he hadn't been caught.

Lives would've been lost.

How about you hand that back to me?

Now that it's yesterday's news,
we can put it behind us, can't we?

Move on to the next chapter of our lives.

You're not just doing this for me,
you know.

Or my brother.

Yes?

They're ready for you,
Madam Vice President.

You're doing it for your country.

FEMALE REPORTER: Madam Vice President.

MALE REPORTER: Madam Vice President,
a question, please.

Madam Vice President.

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