All language subtitles for Prison.Break.S01E01

That's it.

Can I just, you know,
look at it for a minute?

You're an artist, Sid.

You're telling me
you're just gonna walk out of here

and I'm never gonna see it again?

There's a good chance of that, yes.

Most guys, you know, for the first one,
they start with something small.

"Mom", girlfriend's initials,
something like that.

Not you.

You get a full set of sleeves,
all in a couple of months.

Takes guys a few years
to get the ink you got.

I don't have a few years.

Wish to hell I did.

The vault. Open it.

We can't. The branch manager's not here.

-Where is he?
-It's lunchtime. He's at White Castle.

White Castle?

It's a fast-food restaurant.
They serve those little square burgers.

I know what it is.

I'm not playing games. Open it.

Sir, you have a half a million dollars cash
in your bag.

Don't you think it would be better if...

This is
the police. You are completely surrounded.

Put down your weapon.

Put down your weapons now!

Rarely in the case of armed robbery
do we hear a plea of "No Contest."

-Are you sure about this, Mr. Scofield?
-I'm sure, Your Honor.

Your Honor, we'd like to recess
if we could.

My client's a bit confused at the moment.

-I'm not, Your Honor.
-He is, Your Honor.

Perhaps you should heed
your representation's advice.

Take some additional time
to consider your response.

I've already done that, Your Honor.

I'll retire to my chambers
to determine sentencing.

Court's recessed until 1:30.

Okay, come on, let's go.

Uncle Mike.

I didn't want you to come.

Go home, LJ.

I didn't want you to see this.

-He's not going to take this well.
-Can you blame him? He's your nephew.

He's beginning to get the idea

that anybody he attaches himself to
is going to end up in prison.

And he's not the only one
who is starting to feel that way, Michael.

-Will you give us a minute?
-One minute.

Don't you understand?

You just put the book
in that woman's hand

and she's going to lob it at you
like a grenade.

Justice and punishment
are the same thing to her.

I know.

Then will you please tell me
what's going through your head?

-We've been over this.
-I've known you my entire life.

You don't have a violent bone
in your body.

-And I know you didn't need the money.
-Veronica.

Why won't you let me help you?

You've been good to me my whole life.
You have.

But you got to let me deal with this, okay?

Given your lack of prior criminal conduct,
I am inclined toward probation.

However, the fact
that you discharged a deadly weapon

during the commission of the crime
suggests malice to me.

For that reason, I find it incumbent

that you see the inside of a prison cell,
Mr. Scofield.

It says here that you've requested
to be incarcerated

somewhere near your home
here in Chicago.

I'm willing to honor that.

-The closest Level 1 facility to...
-Level 1?

That's maximum security, Your Honor.

I would ask counsel
to refrain from interrupting me.

As I was saying, the closest Level 1 facility

would be Fox River State Penitentiary.

As for the term of your sentence,
I'm setting it at five years.

You'll be eligible for parole
in half that time.

Sentence to be carried out immediately.

You people will step inside
the door. Check yourself for bugs.

When you hear the knock, step out.
Keep the line moving.

We ain't got all day to get this done.

No talking in line.

Go. Move it.
We've got less than five minutes.

-Keep that line moving.
-Move it.

-Keep it moving.
-Move it right now. Let's go.

Move, move.

Next guy in the bank.
Left. Let's go.

-Name and back number.
-Scofield, Michael. 94941.

-You a religious man, Scofield?
-Never really thought about it.

Good, 'cause the Ten Commandments
don't mean a box of piss in here.

We got two commandments and two only.

The first commandment is
you got nothing coming.

-What's the second commandment?
-See commandment Number 1.

Got you.

You talking out the side of your neck?

-Come again?
-I said, are you being a smart ass?

I'm just trying to fly low,
avoid the radar, boss.

Do my time and get out.

There isn't any flying under my radar.

Good to know.

Hey, can a brother get some
air-conditioning up here, cuz?

It's hotter than a crack ho's mouth, man.

Shit, to hell with the a.c., man.
Give me the crack ho.

Yo, Fish, what you looking at?

You look kind of pretty
to be up in here, man.

Fish!

Suggest you take a seat, Fish.

Ain't nothing to do up in here
but serve time.

Ain't nobody gonna serve it for you.

Welcome to Prisneyland, Fish.

-You want to talk about it?
-It's not worth talking about.

-If it's keeping you up, it is.
-It's just...

It's nothing, you know.

Michael's case.

-You did the best you could.
-Yeah, but he didn't.

He just sort of rolled over.
He didn't put up a fight.

It is not like him. I...

I'm sorry. I shouldn't be talking about him.

Hey, if it's on your mind,
it's on your mind, right?

Good night.

All lanes
start coming out.

Trey Street Deuces got the hoops.

Norteños got the bleachers.

Woods got the weight pile.

CO's got the rest.

I'm telling you, the guards
are the dirtiest gang in this whole place.

The only difference
between us and them is the badge.

-Who's the pet lover?
-He'll deny it, but he's D.B. Cooper.

Parachuted out of a plane 30 years ago,
with $1.5 million in cash.

-Doesn't look like the type.
-Who does?

Hey, what up, Wholesale?

-You okay?
-Gonna be greater later.

Yeah.

-What you doing with this fish, man?
-This my new cellie.

Wholesale's got it wired up
at the commissary.

Anything you want, he can get it for you.

You keep handing out my jacket,
I swear I'm gonna bust your grape.

Man, you couldn't bust a grape in Napa
with a set of cleats on.

-What are you talking about?
-Now, you want to bump your gums...

Oh, no, no.
Now you're talking, talking, talking...

I'm looking for someone.

-A guy named Lincoln Burrows.
-Linc the Sink?

-Is that what they're calling him now??
-Yeah.

As in, he'll come at you with everything
but the kitchen, snowflake.

Where can I find him?

Man killed the Vice President's brother.
In a month, he's getting the chair.

Which means no one up this river
is more dangerous than him

'cause he's got nothing to lose now.

What are they gonna do, kill him twice?

-Is there a way I can get to him?
-Oh, no.

The only time those boys get out
is for chapel and PI.

-PI? What's that?
-Prison Industry.

The guys that get along get to work.

You know, painting, scrapping,
making mattresses, you name it.

I wouldn't get excited though
if I were you, Fish.

You ain't sniffing none of PI.

-Why is that?
-'Cause John Abruzzi runs it.

-"John Abruzzi" John Abruzzi?
-"John Abruzzi" John Abruzzi.

Why you want to see Burrows
so bad anyhow?

Because he's my brother.

- They denied the motion.
- Then do it again.

I can't. That's it. May 11.
That's the date, man.

That's the date they,
you know, execute me.

I know.

- I didn't kill that man, Michael.
-The evidence says you did.

I don't care what the evidence says,
I didn't Kill him.

Swear to me.

I swear to you, Michael.

But how did they get it wrong then?
The courts, the appeals?

Don't know. Don't know.

All I keep thinking, looking back on I,
is that I was set up.

And whoever it was that set me up wants
me in the ground as quickly as possible.

-What's another word for "love"?
-What's the context?

Oh, you know,

the "I love you so much
I ain't never knocking over

"a liquor store again" context.

Except, you know, classy.

I'm proposing to my girl
if you got to know.

In a letter?

-You got a better way?
-Face to face works pretty good.

This place ain't exactly the romantic spot.

I'm gonna have her get on
the Staten Island Ferry.

Then once she can see
the Empire State Building,

she opens the letter.
It's like almost being there.

Except for the fact that I won't be there.

-Try "passion."
-Passion, passion. That's dope.

Passion.

How do you spell that? Is it P-A-S-H?

No "RH"?

-LJ, hold up.
-Hold up?

I don't know if I can go through with this.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Trust me.

-We understand each other then?
-Yeah.

-Friday. Not Saturday, not Sunday. Friday.
-It's totally understood.

I don't want $100s, I don't want $5s,
I don't want $1s.

I know, I know. $10s and $20s only.

It's on.

Police!

Abruzzi, I need you to hire me at PI

Beat it.

Maybe you ought to hear
what I got to say.

You got nothing I need.

Wouldn't be too sure of that.

My mistake.

Just what I need.

A duck.

PI, Abruzzi.

You might find I can be
of more assistance than you think.

Mull it over.

Come find me when you're ready to talk.

All right, guys, pick it up.
I want to get home tonight.

Maggio.

Yeah, so?

That's the son of a bitch
that fingered Abruzzi.

That's Fibonacci?

-I thought the punk was gone forever.
-Evidently somebody found him.

-Somebody messing with us?
-This you're not gonna believe.

What is it?

Tattoo looks fresh. Hold that.

I guess being a diabetic,
you don't mind needles.

I'm Michael, by the way.

Scofield. I read your report.

-And you are?
-Dr. Tancredi will do.

Tancredi like the Governor?

You're not related, are you?

Wouldn't think you'd find the daughter
of "Frontier Justice" Frank

working in a prison.

As a doctor no less.

I believe in being part of the solution,
not the problem.

"Be the change
you want to see in the world."

What?

Nothing. That was just my senior quote.

That was you? This whole time
I was thinking it was Gandhi.

You're very funny.

Sit tight. Put direct pressure on that.
I'll be back in a sec.

So, how do we play this? You hook me up
with a few weeks' supply?

Nice try. No hypos on the floor.

I'm the farthest thing from a junkie.
Trust me.

I got news for you, Michael.

"Trust me" means absolutely zero
inside these walls.

The only way you're getting that insulin
is if I'm administering it.

I guess we'll be seeing
a lot of each other then.

I guess so.

-We're all clear on the Burrows execution.
-Good.

Except for one thing.
Bishop McMorrow is not in the fold.

He's got a lot of influence
with the Governor.

They went to prep school
together apparently.

Look, the closer it gets,

the more I'm worried that the bottom
is gonna fall out of this whole thing.

Maybe it's time you arranged a visit
with the good bishop then.

Look, in one month it'll all be over.

"The Son of man must be delivered
into the hands of sinful men,

"and be crucified,
and the third day rise again."

"And they remembered his words,"
and so should you.

Good day, gentlemen.
May God be with you.

Okay, let's go, let's go, let's go.

Michael?

Let's go. Come on, man.

-Why?
-I'm getting you out of here.

Burrows, roll it up. Happy hour's over.

-It's impossible.
-Not if you designed the place, it isn't.

Too formal.

Too greeting card.

Well, we got to make a decision
sooner or later, you know.

-We have time.
-We don't, actually.

I mean, at some point,
we got to pull the trigger on this thing.

I don't want to rush this.

We're only gonna do it once.
We have to get it right.

-Honey, can I ask you something?
-Of course.

-Are you putting this off?
-What do you mean?

-I mean, are you having second thoughts?
-No.

Honey, no. I'm not.

I don't know, but I just
can't help thinking this is about...

It's not.

I love you,

and I want to be your wife.

-"Passion"? What were you thinking?
-Hey, you went for it.

She probably thinks
I went sissy up in here. "Passion."

You know, got more than one syllable,
too much talking.

That's me from now on.
"One Syllable Sucre".

Yes. No.

Love. Hate.

-Love.
-Give it time.

Are you kidding? I proposed to her.

That doesn't take time. Si or no.
One syllable, man.

She's supposed to come around
for a conjugal on Tuesday.

She's always calling me beforehand,
letting me know she's coming.

This time, man, I ain't heard a peep.

You spooked her.

Scofield, get it together.
Pope wants to see you.

No good, Fish.

No one gets an audience with the Pope.

Not unless he's real interested
in what you got going on.

Top of your class at Loyola.
Magna cum laude, in fact.

I can't help wondering
what someone with your credentials

is doing in a place like this.

Took a wrong turn
a few months back, I guess.

You make it sound like a traffic infraction.

Like all you did was turn the wrong way
up a one-way street.

Everyone turns up one sooner or later.

The reason I called you here,

I noticed in your I-file, under occupation,
you put down unemployed.

That's not true now, is it?

I know you're
a structural engineer, Scofield.

Shah Jahan built the Taj Mahal

as a monument
to his undying love for his wife.

My wife is quite fond of the story.

It appeals to the romantic in her.

Being married to someone in Corrections,
terrible job.

Wouldn't wish it on anyone.

And yet, in 39 years,
my wife has never complained.

And the worst part of it is,
I've never thanked her.

So, because I couldn't say I,
I thought, you know, I could build it.

Come June, it's our 40th anniversary.

But, here, look.

You see, the problem is, I build any more,

it's all gonna come down
like a house of cards.

That's where I was hoping
you could be of assistance.

And for the favor, I can offer you
three days of work a week in here,

and it'll keep you off the yard.

I can't do it.

Son, it's better for me
to owe you one in here

than it is for you to owe me one,
I can promise you that.

I'll take my chances.

Then we're through here.

Guard!

Two pounds of pot?

What were you trying to do, set a record?

It's not funny, LJ.
You could be going to jail.

It's pretty obvious to me
you need some guidance.

Thanks.

From who? Old Daddy Warbucks?

-Give him a chance. He's a good man.
-We got nothing in common.

Oh, where's this coming from, LJ?

Last semester, you were getting
almost all A's and now...

-It's your father, isn't it?
-I don't have a father.

It wasn't an immaculate conception,
honey, trust me.

Maybe it's time we went and saw him.

Mom.

Ma.

Don't.

I'm about as excited by the prospect
as you are, but something's got to give.

You have got too much potential
to be screwing up your life like this.

What if they'd sent you
to Taylorville or Marion and not here?

I think I'd be doing the same thing
I'm doing in here.

Eating Jell-O, drinking Kool-Aid.

I know what you're doing.

It's not the luck of the draw
that you're in here with Lincoln.

You forget I know you, both of you.

You two have the most dysfunctional idea
of love I've ever seen.

What, he beats you up
to keep you off the streets,

so you get yourself
tossed into Fox River with him?

To what? Save him?

I deserve to know.
I loved him as much as you did.

Past tense for you, maybe. Not me.

I gave him a shot
when I got back from college. I did.

Even with all the stuff
that was going on with him,

I did everything I could to make it work
and he threw it away.

You ever think maybe he was hurt
that you left in the first place?

Don't do this.

Whatever it is you're doing, don't do it.
There's a better way.

I'm already appealing your case.

I told you to leave that alone.

I've gotten in touch with the diocese
about Lincoln.

-The bishop may be able to help.
-That won't stop it. It'll only delay it.

You want to do something?
You find out who's trying to bury him.

Nobody's trying to bury him.

-The evidence was there.
-The evidence was cooked.

Visiting hours are now over.

Take care of yourself.

Someone wants him dead, Veronica.
Something more is going on here.

This is desperation, Michael.
You're grabbing at straws.

-You're in denial.
-Maybe. But I can't watch him die.

I won't do that.

Gentlemen.

What is it about the Burrows situation
that I can help you with?

It's our understanding that you
have great influence with the Governor.

I wouldn't say it's great or influence.
We're friends.

It's also our understanding
that you oppose the death penalty.

I'm a man of God. How could I not?

In this case, we're hoping
you'll suspend that position.

At least temporarily.

If the inmate appeals to me
for intervention,

how can I turn my back on him?

You have a habit
of answering a question with a question.

And you have a way of asking questions
that beg more questions.

-Are you saying you won't do it?
-I'm not a man to equivocate.

You're what, 62 years old now,
Your Excellency.

That's right.

I would assume then
that you'd be well-versed

IN how our government's
tax system works.

Taking personal capital gains
under the church's tax shelter...

That'd be fraud, wouldn't it,
Your Excellency?

I will not be cowed
into forsaking my beliefs.

Not by you or anyone else.

Admirable.

Good day, Your Excellency.

Mr. Kellerman.

What is it about this case
that the Secret Service is so interested in?

The man killed
the Vice President's brother.

-What did you say?
-You heard me.

Someone found Fibonacci.
I'm looking at the photos right now.

Son of a bitch has got a beard, sunglasses,
Witness Protection if I ever saw it.

Who was this someone?

I don't know.
There's no return address on the envelope.

Just...this folded-up bird made of paper.

-Like origami?
-Yeah, like that.

Like origami.

You're Charles Westmoreland, right?

-Do I know you?
-Knew your wife before she passed.

-You knew Marla?
-You mean Ann?

-How'd you know her?
-We taught together in Boston.

-East Farmington.
-You mean West Wilmington?

No more tests, I promise.

Seems you know everything about me.

-Who are you?
-Michael Scofield.

-How'd you get it in here?
-First off, she's not an it.

She's Marilyn, and she's grandfathered

back from the days
when prisoners were allowed

a creature comfort or two.

Heard you were D.B. Cooper.

Every new fish comes in here,
first thing they hear

is that Charles Westmoreland's
D.B. Cooper.

I'll tell you like I tell them.

You want the Cooper story?

I can't give it to you 'cause I'm not him.

That's too bad. Sort of wish it was true.

Man's a legend.

Nowhere near as much
as I wish it were true, friend.

I'd have $1.5 million waiting for me
on the outside.

I'd put some grass under them
if I were you.

This thing would go a whole lot easier
if you'd just hire me.

What is this all about?

Say you were able
to get outside those walls.

Would you have the people in place
to make sure you disappeared forever?

-What do you care?
-Just curious.

-Where's Fibonacci?
-That's not the way it works.

They come at me, John,
I'm coming after you.

I doubt it.

All right.

On the ground! On the ground!

Get on the ground!

I totally misjudged you, Scofield.
I didn't think you were the agitating type.

Behavior like that
will not be tolerated in my prison.

Ninety days in the SHU.

That ought to be enough time
to convince you of that fact.

-Ninety days?
-That's right.

Something you want to say?

It's just...

I'm not of much value to you in the SHU.

-Value?
-The Taj.

It'd be a shame for the eighth wonder
of the modern world

to collapse because the stress
isn't properly propagated.

-Properly propagated?
-Properly propagated.

The joints are overloaded.

They won't provide anywhere near
the sheer strength

the completed structure will need.

How much work are we talking?

-You want it by when, June?
-Yes.

Then we better get started,
wouldn't you say?

Who's there?

Bishop McMorrow was killed last night.
Someone shot him while he was sleeping.

- I thought you'd want to know.
-Thanks.

Michael was right.

Sink, you got a visitor.

He was arrested.

-For what?
-Possession of marijuana.

I figured he could use
some fatherly advice before it's...

-Gone forever?
-I didn't mean that.

I know you didn't. Thanks, Lisa.

Sit down.

Dope, huh?

Using or dealing?

What's the difference?

Then what? You think it gives you
some kind of street cred?

You got a piece of the good life.
Take advantage.

Look, I get it, the whole thing.

She drags me in here,

you give me a big speech,
I walk away a changed man.

Straight A's, Harvard,
grow up and be a dentist.

It's better than being here.

You got to realize who's getting punished
when you're doing the things you're doing.

You think it's me. It's you.
I did the same thing.

Punished the old man 'cause he was gone.
Look what it got me.

I'm not asking you to love me.

I already screwed up that chance long ago.

I'm asking you to love yourself.

You can still put the brakes on this thing.

So, that's what fatherly advice is like.

Where are you going?

I got homework.

They're putting me to death, LJ.

In a month's time, I'll be dead.

You get that?

You're already dead to me.

Yes.

What? You mean, "yes" yes?

Yes, yes!

-There's just one thing.
-Of course.

-Mama wants us to wait till you get out.
-Of course, mi amor.

-Only we have to get married in a church.
-Okay, esta bien.

A Catholic church.

Wouldn't want to mess
with the Catholic roots, would we?

-You went to Loyola.
-You've been checking up on me.

I like to get to know my patients.

I went to Northwestern.
Graduated two years after you did.

Maybe we met before.
You know, drunk, out at a bar somewhere.

I would've remembered.

-That a compliment?
-No.

What?

Your blood glucose
is at 50 milligrams per deciliter.

. -So?
-It's hypoglycemic.

Your body's reacting to the insulin
like you're not a diabetic.

-You sure it's Type I diabetes you got?
-Ever since I was a kid.

All right. Not experiencing
any tingling sensation, cold sweats?

Infirmary.

Yes.

Yeah, I did.

No, I did and I do. I need to go.

Okay.

Great. Well, I'll call him after lunch then.
Thanks. I'm with a patient. Okay.

I'd like to run some tests
next time you're in.

Last thing I want is to be administering
insulin to a man who doesn't need it.

Yeah, sure.

Okay.

-How'd you get here by the way?
-Oh, you know.

I don't. That's why I asked.

-You know. Hector.
-What?

I didn't have any money for the bus,
so he offered me a ride.

He was really sweet.

-Honey, he's just a friend.
-No, he's not just a friend.

I know Hector. I know men.
Men and women can't be friends.

A guy doesn't drive a girl 500 miles across
state lines because he wants to be friends.

Casanova, wrap it up.

Hey, you got nothing
to worry about, okay?

-It's you I'm marrying.
-It's not you I'm worried about.

Sixteen more months.

I love you.

Be easy, son, all right?

Sucre tells me you're the local pharmacy.

-What you need, man?
-PUGNAC.

I only speak English, white boy.

It's an insulin blocker.

Standard over-the-counter variety
you can get at any pharmacy.

-You can get that at Medical then.
-I can't get that at Medical.

Why not?

Because they're already
giving me insulin shots.

You're one mixed-up cracker,
you know that?

Can you get it for me or not?

Only if you tell me why is it you want
to keep going back up to Medical

to get an insulin shot
which you don't need.

I like the ambience.

Are we in business?

Scofield.

I don't know what you did,

but Abruzzi wanted me
to give you this Pl card.

Congratulations.
You just joined the ranks of the employed.

Kudos, Fish.

You got spine.

All right, cons, break it down!

Move it, guys.

Saw Veronica came by yesterday.

-Still engaged to that guy?
-Yep.

-Could've been me.
-If you hadn't self-destructed.

You think I meant to knock up Lisa Rix?

I was just being stupid. Hurt.

-Shouldn't have pushed her away, though.
-You pushed everyone away.

I'm an anchor.
All I'll do is drag them down with me.

Why did you hire him?

Keep your friends close,
your enemies closer.

-You mean what you said earlier?
-I'm not here on vacation, trust me.

Getting outside these walls
is just the beginning.

You're gonna need money.

I'll have it.

And people on the outside.
People that can help you disappear.

I've already got them.

They just don't know it yet.

Look, whatever you got going on,
fill me in 'cause I'm in the dark here.

Chaparral Associates got the contract
to retrofit this place in '99.

$4 million contract.

Head partner couldn't crack it,
so he subcontracted out.

An under-the-table sort of deal
with a former associate.

That guy was one of the partners
in my firm.

We basically ghostwrote the whole plan.

Crossed the t's, dotted the i's,
grouted the tiles.

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

I've got them on me.

Are you kidding me?

Am I supposed
to be seeing something here?

Look closer.