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Previously on Prison Break:

I find it incumbent that you see the inside of a prison cell, Mr. Scofield.

Why you want to see Burrows so bad anyhow?

Because he's my brother.

So you get yourself tossed into Fox River with him?

To what? Save him?

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

Look, the closer it gets,

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

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

- Someone found Fibonacci. - Who was this someone?

Why did you hire him?

Keep your friends close, your enemies closer.

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

I doubt it.

-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.

You're anticipating every one of my moves three moves in advance.

You're a hell of a strategist, Fish.

-You ever think about Boston? -Sure.

Think you'll ever see it again?

I'm a 60-year-old man with 60 years left on my ticket.

-What do you think? -I'm thinking about going.

Now, there's going and there's going. Which one do you mean?

The one you think I mean.

Three days inside and he's already thinking about turning rabbit.

It'll pass. It always does.

Bigger things to worry about at the moment.

I've been in here long enough to know it when I see it.

The calm before the storm.

Whites and blacks will go in at each other real soon here.

Everybody chooses sides and a lot of guys bleed.

There a reason?

Same reason you don't put cats and dogs in the same cage.

They don't get along.

-What? -Toilet won't flush.

So?

- Means only one thing, Fish. - Shakedown!

The dirt shuts down the water so you can't flush your contraband.

But you got nothing to worry about.

Says who?

Under the table, corio.

What the hell is this?

It's insurance, white boy. Now dump it.

Open it.

So, tooling up for the race riot, are we?

Hand it over.

Rughead and the billies.

Which side are you on, anyhow, Fish?

That would be neither, boss.

Maybe you're gonna go extracurricular with it, then. Stick a CO, maybe.

-Is there a problem here, Deputy? -Got a shank in here.

Is this yours?

You're not a good liar.

Come on, Sucre. You're going to the SHU.

-Move along, Deputy. -I'm not done shaking his cell down yet.

I said, move along.

In the old man's back pocket, are you? Well, I got news for you, Fish.

He may run this place during the day, but I run it during the night.

What the hell are you thinking, Michael?

-How are we doing it? -The infirmary.

Infirmary?

It's the weakest link in the security chain.

As long as I get that PUGNAC, I'll get all the access I need.

What the hell's a PUGNAC?

It lowers my insulin levels to the point that I'm hyperglycemic.

As long as the good doctor thinks I'm a diabetic,

I'll have plenty of time in there to do what I need to do.

-Which is? -A little work.

A little prep for your arrival. That's the idea, anyway.

The idea?

There's a little hitch in getting the PUGNAC, that's all.

They don't exactly stock it at the commissary.

You telling me this whole thing is riding on a bunch of pills?

Someone's working on it as we speak.

Now is not the time to be trusting a black inmate, Michael.

-Our relationship transcends race. -Nothing transcends race in here.

I can't let you do it.

Good behavior, you're out of here in three years.

-Gonna be a whole lot sooner than that. -It can't be done...

It can't be done, Michael. No one's ever broken out of Fox River.

Every single step's already been mapped out, every contingency.

Every contingency?

You may have the blueprints for this place,

but there's one thing those plans can't show you. People.

Guys like Abruzzi.

You so much as look at these cats the wrong way, they'll cut you up.

As far as the rest of these guys are concerned,

I'm just another con doing his time, staying out of trouble.

You don't go looking for trouble in here, it just finds you.

And when it does, we'll be long gone.

This is madness. You can't even get out of your cell.

Not true.

-What, you got a key? -Something like that.

Wrong piece of real estate, Fish.

-Belongs to T-Bag. -Who?

You'd best speak with respect, Fish.

Man kidnapped half a dozen boys and girls down in 'Bama.

Raped and killed them. Wasn't always in that order either.

-Does T-Bag have a real name? -That is my real name.

No, no, no, please. Sit.

So you're the new one I've been hearing all the rave reviews about.

Scofield.

One thing's for sure, you're just as pretty as advertised.

Prettier, even.

-Rugheads got you scared, do they? -Sorry?

I assume that's why you're over here.

A few days on the inside, any God-fearing white man realizes

the correctional system's got a serious lean toward

-the African-American persuasion. -I hadn't noticed.

They got the numbers, all right, so they think they can do as they please.

We got one thing they don't. Surprise.

We're gonna take the ballgame to them real soon.

It's gonna be nasty for a first-timer like you, but we'll protect you.

I'll protect you. All you gotta do is

take this pocket right here, and your life'll be all peaches and cream.

I walk, you walk with me.

I'm gonna keep you real close SO no one up in here can hurt you.

Looks to me you already got a girlfriend.

I got a whole another pocket over here.

I'll pass.

I don't protect you, them rugheads are gonna gobble you up

-like a plate of black-eyed peas. -I said no.

Then you best move, then.

Now.

You come around these bleachers again,

it's gonna be more than just words we're exchanging.

Know what I'm saying?

Excuse me.

Are you the Tim Giles that represented Lincoln Burrows?

Look, if you're a reporter, I...

I'm not a reporter. I know the defendant personally.

-You family? -Not exactly.

We were in a relationship a few years back.

Well, look, ma'am, I...

I don't know what to tell you. I mean, the man was guilty.

The prosecution's case was a slam dunk.

Because the victim was the Vice President's brother?

If you're suggesting that the federal government rammed this thing through,

I take offense to that, 'cause I fought for that guy.

That's not what I meant.

The evidence was there.

Lincoln worked for Steadman's company.

He gets into a public altercation with the guy, so he gets fired.

Two weeks later, Steadman's shot dead.

The murder weapon's found in Lincoln's house,

and the victim's blood found on his clothes.

Trust me, there are cases you lose sleep over,

but this isn't one of them.

What about Crab Simmons?

Lincoln said he could exonerate him. Why didn't you put him on the stand?

The man's a five-time felon, all right? He... He had no credibility.

So you wouldn't mind if I paid him a visit?

Be my guest. But I don't think it'll do you any good.

Strange feeling. Don't know how to explain it.

You know,

usually my whole life, it's always been crazy, noisy.

Maddening, you know, in my head.

But right now it's quiet.

It's perfect. I'm glad you came back.

I thought about you the whole time.

You know, I made a lot of mistakes in my life.

I know that.

I'm gonna make it right.

I know you will.

-What are you doing? -I want to remember this.

-No. -Oh, come on.

-Come on, V, please. Just one. -Okay.

Come on.

Be easy, man.

-How we doing on the PUGNAC? -Hey, I'm working on it.

Well, work faster. I need that stuff tonight.

What's up there in that infirmary that you need so bad?

You get me that PUGNAC, and maybe I'll tell you.

Thought we had an understanding. This here's for the family.

You made it pretty clear you ain't blood. How about you hand that over?

Nice-looking piece of steel.

A bit of work, you could do some serious damage with it.

The question is, who is it you was planning on damaging?

I seen you with the negroes, you know.

What, maybe you're one of them milk chickens, all confused-like?

White on the outside, black as tar on the inside.

Maybe we ought to take a look at them insides and find out, huh?

Girl Scouts, is there a problem over there?

Think we'll just hang on to this, if that's okay with you.

Hey, I'm not gonna ask you again. Let's break up the party, ladies.

You heard the man, little doggie.

Get along.

What's it take to shake down another inmate?

Get something he's taken from you?

It would take Fibonacci.

Well, I'll give you Fibonacci.

I promise you that. When the time is right.

The time is right now.

No, the time is right when you and I are both standing outside those walls.

You're sitting on life without parole.

You're never gonna stand outside those walls again,

not unless you knew someone.

Someone who knew a way out.

-What do you say, John? -I say I've heard nothing but blabber.

Philly Falzone. It's an honor.

What are you doing here?

Well I just thought we'd, you know, fraternize.

He looks like it, doesn't he?

Looks what?

Like everybody's been saying. You got no sack. You've been neutered.

You shouldn't talk to me like that. You used to pick up my laundry.

Not anymore, John.

John, word is there's someone in here that knows where Fibonacci is,

-and you're not doing anything about it. -I'm working on it.

Well, you're not working on it fast enough.

Apparently Fibonacci's coming up for air again.

Next month, a congressional hearing.

Now, if he testifies at that hearing,

a lot of people are going down, including me.

Now, I've known you a long time.

Our wives are friends, our kids go to the same Catholic school.

Now, it would be a shame

if anything were to happen to your kids.

-I know my kids would miss them. -You don't need to do this.

I do.

I'll get this guy. We'll get Fibonacci.

Well, for everyone's sake, I hope you're right.

I am.

Be well, John.

Thank you.

Yo, badge, I gotta use the phone!

Sure, no problem. You want a pizza and a pedicure, too?

No, it's Monday, man. I gotta call my girl! She's expecting my call.

Put a sock in it. You got nothing coming.

No, no, no, man! No, man! Hey!

Hey, pull up the manifest.

Is there an Allen Schweitzer in Gen Pop?

-Nope. -How about the SHU?

No. Why are you asking?

Curious, that's all.

You hear the trumpets, Fish?

I know you can.

That's Judgment Day.

It's coming. Real soon.

Yo, curly! Come on, Maytag.

What you doing in my cell?

I want in.

I'm not quite sure I heard that, Fish. Did you just say you're in?

That's right.

You know the old saying, don't you? "In for an inch, in for a mile."

Whatever it takes. You want me to fight, I'll fight.

The bolt from the bleachers, that's what it was for.

Well,

you wanna fight, you ought to get your chance.

-Next count. -Tonight?

Problem with that? "Cause we're going straight at them.

You better catch it square, Fish.

We're undermanned in a big way.

-All I need's a weapon. -You want a weapon, bitch?

Here you go.

All prisoners return to your cells.

You gonna have to prove yourself

before we trust you with the heavy artillery, you know what I'm saying?

Gates closing!

I wanted to apologize for being so short with you before.

-No problem. -The closer he gets to an execution,

the harder it becomes, so... That's why I want to give you this.

It's the surveillance tape of the garage that night.

It was a closed trial, SO no one outside of the courtroom saw it.

But I thought it could help you out.

-With what? -Closure.

Allen Schweitzer.

That name mean anything to you?

-Should it? -I don't know. You tell me.

Never heard of the guy.

-Are you sure? -Positive.

What's up, snowflake?

Do you think I'm a fool?

What are you talking about?

I see you up there with the Hitler Youth.

You know, I got a good mind to slash you open right now.

It's not what you think.

They've got something I need.

Now, see, that's funny. Because I got something you need, too.

Hey, you want your PUGNAC, Fish, huh?

Right here, baby. It's all you.

Listen, white boy, your luck just ran out.

You chose the wrong side.

It's great to see your face.

I think it's time you quit the charade, don't you?

-What? -It's starting to ruin people's lives.

Michael's in here because he thinks you're innocent.

What's he told you?

He hasn't told me anything, but I know, Lincoln.

I know what he's planning.

Call him off. If you love him, call him off.

I saw the tape.

What's on the tape's not how it went down.

I know what I saw.

I know what I saw. I was there, remember?

/ got high that night. I had to.

It was the only way I could go through with it.

I never pulled the trigger. The guy was already dead.

-Yeah, I know. You told me... -Then listen! Shut up!

I went there that night to clear a debt.

Crab Simmons was on my ass for the $90,000 I owed him.

Told me the mark was some scumbag drug dealer, and if I took it, I'd be clean.

I never pulled the trigger. All I know is that

somebody wanted me in the same garage as Terrence Steadman that night.

Why would somebody wanna set you up?

It wasn't about me, it was about him.

-Stead man? -Yes.

The guy was like a saint. All the charity work,

the environmental progress his company was making.

About the only person in this entire country who had motive to kill him

was you.

You came all the way down here to tell me how guilty I am?

I don't know why I came here.

You have your life now. I know that.

But if what we had before meant anything to you, you'd find out the truth.

Maybe all this is the truth.

Maybe they got it right.

Come on, dog. What you all doing?

Hey, baby, it ain't your type of party.

-Get to stepping, white boy. -Get out of here, cupcake.

-Badge! Badge, open up! Badge! -You talking again?

-It's my girl's birthday. -Happy birthday to her.

Well, you gotta let me call her, please. I'll give you $1 million

-if you let me use the phone. -I've seen your kick, Sucre.

You got something like 40 cents to your name.

Please! No, God, no!

All right, Maricruz. What are you doing? Come on.

-It's okay, Hector. You go ahead. -What are you talking about?

I think I'm just gonna take a cab.

What do you mean? Like go home? I mean, you just got here.

He didn't call you, did he?

Look,

I love Fernando to death, but the guy's a deadbeat.

You gotta move on with your life.

Mr. Giles, we'd like to have a word with you, if we could.

-Oh, I really... -I'm afraid we're going to have to insist.

It's come to our attention that you made a FOIL request a couple of days ago

on the Burrows case.

Yeah. So?

Records show that you made a dupe of the surveillance tape.

That's right.

Mind us asking why?

It was for one of Burrows' old girlfriends, man.

She was under the impression that the guy was innocent.

I figured it'd, you know, help her with closure.

She's in possession of the tape now, then?

Don't pull that card on me. It's the Freedom of Information Act.

She's entitled to that tape as much as you or I.

Oh, no, no. By all means, by all means.

-May I go now? -Just one more thing.

This old girlfriend of his. What's her name?

Excuse me. Is this the Simmons residence?

I'm Ms. Simmons.

I'm sorry. I'm Veronica Donovan.

I'm looking for Crab Simmons. Are you related?

-He's my son. -Is he around?

-No. -Could you tell me where I could find him?

Lady, go away. I can't help you. Can't you understand that?

Look, I'm sorry. It's just...

A man's life is at stake, and maybe your son could help him.

Crab can't help nobody, lady. He's dead.

I'm sorry.

Heads up! 7-up, cons! Stand at your gates.

About to jump off, Fish.

Ballard, get back on your number!

-Need backup, send backup. -I said, get back on your number, Ballard!

Inmates, get in your cells immediately!

Get back immediately!

Help me.

Inmates, stand down!

Scofield!

Inmates, back in your cells!

Get back immediately!

You're a dead man, Scofield! You hear me?

You're a dead man!

I really don't know what to say to you, gentlemen.

I try to give you the benefit of the doubt. I try to treat you with respect.

You can't even respect yourselves.

So there's going to be a 48-hour lockdown.

No mess, no showers, no visitation.

And I strongly suggest that you all learn to get along.

Otherwise, the next time it's gonna be a week,

and the time after that, it's gonna be a month.

Think about it.

-Got a Leticia Barris on the line. - I don't know who that is. Take a message.

She says she used to date Crab Simmons.

Leticia, thank you for calling.

You want to hear what I have to say, we meet in a public place

where they can't get to us.

Whoa, whoa. Where who can't get to us?

You want to hear what I have to say or not?

'Cause if you don't, I'm gonna hang up right now.

No, no, no. You just name the time and the place.

Over here.

-Hey, Leticia, thanks for coming. -Go easy, lady.

We don't know each other, you got that?

We'll stay out here in the open where they can't get to us.

Where they can't do what they do.

Only reason why I'm talking to you,

'cause they're gonna kill your boy like they killed mine.

Coroner's report says smack killed your boyfriend, Leticia. It was an overdose.

No overdose.

-What do you mean? -Crab didn't use.

He had a bad heart. If he touched the stuff, it'd kill him.

I mean, don't you think it's the slightest bit of a coincidence

he OD-ed a week after your boyfriend's crime?

They killed him 'cause he knew things.

-Things they didn't want to get out. -Like what?

Like who was really behind that hit that night.

It wasn't Crab, that's for damn sure. And it sure as hell wasn't Lincoln.

Neither of them boys knew what they were getting into.

They were just pawns in a big game.

-What? -They're here.

Who's here, Leticia?

Don't try to follow me. Don't find me. I won't testify.

Just slow down and talk to me.

I'd get as far away from here as you can, girl,

'cause there ain't nobody they can't get to.

Leticia!

Hello.

We have a small complication. There's a lawyer poking around.

Veronica Donovan.

Yes.

You can handle a girl

who graduated in the middle of her Baylor Law School class.

At least I'd like to think so, given the stakes of what we're dealing with here.

Anyone that's a threat to what we're doing is expendable.

-Anyone. -Understood.

Then do what you need to do to make this go away.

Are you there, pretty?

I know you're there.

Just want you to know I'm coming for you.

You got nowhere to run.

You're trapped in that little hole of yours.

Trapped like a pig that I'm gonna slaughter.

-Who's my 1:007? -Michael Scofield.

I was wrong about you, Scofield. Here's your PUGNAC.

-Little bit late. -Better late than never, right?

Scofield! Infirmary.

We'll see about that.

I'm gonna find out, you know, what it is you're doing up there.

-How long does this take? -It used to take hours.

They've come a long way with the new glucose Kits.

This'll take us about 10 seconds.

Slide the strip into the meter, we're ready to go.

I'm sure you know this, but

average glucose for a non-diabetic is about 100 milligrams per deciliter.

So we see a number like that here, and we know you've been misdiagnosed.

You seem nervous.

- I do? -You're sweating.

Must be the needles.

Never really got used to them.

Somehow, with diabetes and that tattoo, I find that hard to believe.

Bad news, I'm afraid.

180 milligrams per deciliter. You're definitely diabetic.

-Do you need anything else from me? -Arm to stick a needle in.

-Okay. -I'll see you Wednesday.

-Cute. -Prisoner.

I don't know, there's something strange about him.

What do you mean?

I gave him the results of his blood test, and there was this look on his face.

It was

relief.

It's all right, I got it. I'm headed over to A Wing anyhow.

You're positively beaming, boss.

Got up on the right side of the bed this morning, I guess.

Hold up. Sugar. Now, don't you move, Fishy.

-What are you doing? -You're coming with us, Fish.

This little polka you and I have been doing for a while,

as of this moment,

it's over.

Fibonacci.

I wanna know how you got to him and where he is right now.

Not gonna happen, John.

Now, I'm gonna count to three.

One.

I give you that information, I'm a dead man.

You know it, and I know it.

Two.

I'll tell you the moment we're outside those walls, and not a second before.

You tell me now.

Not gonna happen, John.

Hey, I'm gonna give you one last chance.

Three.