All language subtitles for Prison.Break.S01E11

Previously on
Prison Break:

We're through the hard part.
Another 18 inches, we'll hit that pipe.

We'll be there by Friday.

Now, we got a hell of a lot to talk about,
don't we?

This con says
he's on the job in here.

Concrete is my specialty.

Okay, boss. Sign him up.

Whites don't want you,
blacks don't want you.

You're just caught in the middle,
aren't you? A regular tweener.

-Hello.
-It's me.

-It's time.
-Yes.

Why are you so cynical?

Michael, I think there's cynicism
and then there's realism.

And there's optimism. Hope. Faith.

Thank you for trying to make me smile.
Not today.

You never know.

You want the Cooper story?

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

The lawyers you tried to blow up,
they're still running around.

Same thing goes with the kid.

You got to hand the reins over to me now.

First of all...

You and your partner are off the job
until further notice.

- That one.
- Nice choice.

Thanks.

Platinum. Brushed.

-6.257
-6.25.

She's a lucky woman.

Yes.

She is.

You kept it.

Kept what?

The flower.

No. I'm a pack rat.
I never throw anything out.

Yeah, all this clutter. It's overwhelming.

-You should see my apartment.
-Whoa.

Haven't even had our first date yet
and you're already inviting me in.

Thought you were a nice girl.

Oh, Michael, we all know
nice girls finish last.

So where do you finish?

It depends on where I start. Deep breath.

Exhale.

Inhale.

-Sara, we're backing up out here.
-Right. I'm sorry.

I'm going to get your shot.

This is not what I signed on for.

What do you want us to do?
You want us to wave the white flag?

-Call a timeout?
- I just want to get Lincoln off death row.

Lincoln?

We just found out
that Vice President Reynolds

funneled millions of dollars
in research grants

into her brother's company.

That money was filtered
into millions of small accounts

that made millions of small donations
to her campaign

setting her up to be the next
leader of the free world.

I mean, this doesn't end with us
stopping an execution anymore.

For me, it does.

Okay, let's rotate.

Sergeant Sodomy, you're up next.

Yo. Come on.

I don't know about you all,

but this room is getting a little too dark
for me to dig.

Now, are you telling me
that there's a hole in Fox River

that you don't want to get into?

Hey, no one gets hurt.

You know, I got a question.

Now, how come Fusilli over here
ain't grabbing a shovel?

I'm handling arrangements on the outside.

Really? So what is that,
transpo, paper, what?

Exactly. It makes me management.

And that makes us just labor, right?

Now you're getting it.

You know, management better keep
a close eye on the conditions up in here.

Or the labor's liable to go on strike.
You feel me?

Get back to work.

Whoa, whoa, CO coming.

Move it, guys.

Come on, cover it up.

Put that back up there.

Scofield, move it.

It's time for your conjugal.

Your wife is here.

So you're Mrs. Scofield.

Have you done this before?

Had a conjugal, I mean.

No.

Don't worry.
I'm just trying to make conversation.

Clear.

She look familiar to you?

No, Captain.

I know her from somewhere.

You came.

Of course.

How have you been?

Fine. I found a job.

Good. I'm glad.

Is it awful being here?

Remember the first place you stayed?
That hotel by the airport?

Only difference is $69
and the free shampoo.

Always the brave face.

You're still wearing it.

Every day.

I worry about you.

Don't.

Is there anything else that I can do?

Just what we agreed on.

I was so nervous
when they were checking.

One question.

Why would you need
a credit card in prison?

See, I don't think
the riot changed anything.

Have you seen the latest budget cuts
for this place?

-Another 10% from health care.
-And 35% from prevention.

He might be the governor,
but he's also your father.

Maybe he thinks if he cuts enough
they can't afford you.

Thank you.

You understand
this is standard procedure

following a conjugal, right, Scofield?

Never can be too careful.

All right, bend over.

You have a good time in the romper room
with that Euro?

Whatever you say, boss.

She come around here before?

-First time.
-You sure?

"Cause, damn if I don't recognize her
from somewhere.

Maybe she visits some other con.

Killing two birds with one bone.

-Catching my drift?
-I wouldn't know.

All right. He's clear, Captain.

Make sure you take a shower, Scofield.

You never know
what some women can give you.

You know this one, don't you?

Come on, give me something.
I thought you was a musical people.

You know, your parents
must be so proud of you, man.

I mean, hitting the trailer park trifecta.

You know, racist, pedophile, and stupid.

You know, it vexes me that...

That I'm made out
to be the bad guy in the room.

It's not like y'all are incarcerated
for stealing Girl Scout cookies.

None of us murdered
any Girl Scouts in the process.

Michael's coming back from the boneyard.

Alone. Alone.

I tell you everything
about me and Maricruz,

and you can't even tell me you're married?

Later.

A rough day, huh, Scofield?

You know, while the rest of us are in here
slinging concrete,

you got some little girl to play
on your rusty trombone, huh?

Man's got a point.

It just doesn't seem equitable like.
You know what I'm saying?

Shut up and dig, T-Bag.

I think what the idiots inside here
want to know is,

while we're digging this hole,
what are you doing?

I'm going shopping.

We're good.

All clear.

A credit card?
The bulls catch you with that,

they'll be so far up your doggie door,
you'll be...

Don't worry,
they won't be catching me with one.

How are you so sure?

Because...

I don't have a credit card.

Nick.

Help! Please.

Please, I had an accident.
My car is totaled.

Please, is anybody there?

We can't just ignore him.

The hell we can't.

Help me. Please.

Help me, please.

Oh, God!

-What happened?
-I don't know, I must've dozed off.

I've been driving for 12 hours.

Shall I get him some water from the well?

-The well's dried up.
-Oh, God, my leg.

All right, I think
there's a medical kit over here.

No one's going anywhere.

All right, say goodbye to junior.

You know how many pints of blood
the human body has?

The answer is 10.

Ten pints.

How many you think prince charming
over there on the floor has left?

Eight, going on seven?

Tell you what.

I'm gonna take him out to the woodshed.
We're gonna have a little talk.

In the meantime,
I want you to chew on this.

You tell me everything that you have
discovered about the Burrows case,

and who else you've told about it,

and there's a chance
that I might let you go in time

to get Mr. Savrinn to a doctor.

You decide whose life is more valuable.

The guy waiting to die on death row,

or the guy wishing he'd die out
in the woodshed.

One suit, black.

One pair of socks, black.

One pair of shoes. Shoelaces.

One small tape recorder.

One gold watch.

You ever stay at a fancy hotel, LJ?

You know, you leave your room
in the morning and it's a mess.

Wet, dirty towels on the bathroom floor.

Last night's room service
stinking to high heaven.

Then you come back at night,

it's all gone.

Fresh towels, clean sheets,
candy on the pillow.

It's just the best feeling
in the whole world,

"cause someone else
cleaned up your mess.

All you had to do was walk away.

-Don't you hurt them.
-Okay.

But you gotta tell me
exactly what they know

and who else they have told,

and nobody has to die tonight.

You just walk away.

Let me clean up your mess.

I don't know what's going on.
I swear to God.

Well, I wish I could believe that.

-Bellick assigned me a new cellmate.
-Who'd you get?

Some new fish.

Ran a bump and swipe on an off-duty cop.

Fast hands, faster mouth.

-Yo, what's cracking, my peoples?
-Well, speak of the devil.

-Michael Scofield, David Apolskis.
-What's up?

I seen you before, right?
You're part of that PI crew.

Maybe you can hook me up.

You know, brother needs to make
some green, some cash-eesh.

-You know what I'm saying?
-The pay is 19 cents an hour.

19 cents? That's slavery, yo.

It's prison, yo.

And besides, PI is all full up for now.

All right, I feel you.

But keep a brother in mind, all right?
If something opens up, you know?

Hell, I'll pay 19 cents an hour to get me
some more time out the block.

Like having another kid.
Already raised one.

I'm too old to do it again.

You ever hear of anything
being stolen from R&D?

Of course.
Bulls steal from the personals all the time.

Problem is, you never know what's gone
until you're on the outside of the walls.

At that point,
you can't do anything about it.

What if you knew now?

Look, I told you,

leave me out of whatever it is
you've got going.

I just need to know if you've seen
a guard with a gold watch.

There's a lot of people who can get you
a gold watch in here.

Yeah, but I need this specific gold watch.

Westmoreland!

Pope wants to see you.

Let's go!

Look, I haven't seen nothing.

But there is this one CO.

Word is he's the worst thief in here.

My wife just faxed this over for you
from county records.

Copy of Scofield's marriage license.

-She says you owe her big time.
-Looks legit.

He wasn't trying to sneak in
some whore for a conjugal.

Says here they got married
the day before Scofield robbed that bank.

Why the hell would he do that?

-Heard from Veronica?
-No.

Just a note from LJ saying he's with her,
that he was safe.

But now it's been a while.

Doesn't feel right.

Feels wrong.

I gotta go.

Really wrong.

I'll see you.

I...

I've come to a realization
that either Miss Donovan and that boy

don't like you very much, or
they have an unreasonable amount of faith

in your cardiovascular system.

So tell me, Nick, this all you got?

This paper trail of an indictment
that never even happened?

Is this it?

We know you don't have
the surveillance tape anymore.

We know you don't have
anybody to testify.

So is this really all you've got?

Mr. Savrinn,

that bullet went through your teres major,

ripped the lateral margin of your scapula,

leaving you absolutely no medial rotation
of your arm.

So you try to swing
that piece of lumber at me,

It's gonna feel like
your arm is ripping out of its socket.

Come on, Nick. Mr. Project Justice.

We both know why you're really here,
don't we?

And it ain't to save Lincoln Burrows' life.

All prisoners have 15 minutes of walk time.

You still interested in getting in on PI?

-Does my mama got big breastices?
-I wouldn't know.

Hell yes, she does. And hell yeah, I do.

All right, look, I need a favor.

Word is you made your trade
as a snatch-and-grab.

That's right.

I need you to steal something back
that was stolen from me.

What kind of something we talking about?

Just a watch.

There ain't no such thing as just a watch.

Every design has a different clasp.

Every clasp has a different swipe.

It's Italian. A Remedi.

Gold band, pearl face, all-weather.

-What year?
-2003.

-There's a butterfly clasp on that bitch.
-Which means what?

Hidden deployment. There ain't no way
to snatch it without the mark feeling it.

Which just means I'm gonna have to get
whimsical on this vicky.

I get you this watch,
that mean I get in on some of that PI?

It means I'll think about it. No promises.

Why you need this watch so bad anyway?

Let's just say it means a lot
to someone in my family.

Come in, Charles. Sit down.

What's going on?

I've got some bad news, Charles.

Your daughter is very sick.

She's got esophageal cancer.

Now she's at Sacred Heart in Indianapolis,

and she wants to see you
while there's still time.

-How much time?
-Doctors say a few weeks.

The problem is,
the DOC is not going to let you go.

-They think you're still a flight risk.
-She's my only child.

I know that.

Believe me, Charles,
I've lobbied on your behalf.

It's state policy.

They will only extend furloughs
in the case of funerals.

You're telling me

I have to wait until she dies
before I see her?

Mr. Scofield.

Looks like I'll be administering
your shot today.

-Where's Dr. Tancredi?
-We've got a busy schedule today.

She's with another patient.

Hold his legs! Hold his legs down!
Hey, we need a doctor here!

-All right, what happened?
-I don't know.

The kid was in chow,
and all of a sudden he collapsed

and he started spitting up his food.

He looks like he's having
some kind of seizure.

Get him up here.
Get him up here. Make sure he doesn't...

I'm gonna need O2 and cardio from you.

Hold him, hold him.

So, Miss Donovan,

how is that background in real estate law
going for you? It's a big help?

You know, frankly,
I think we caught a break.

If Lincoln had nailed a girl
with half a brain,

she probably would've brought
this whole thing down already.

But you know what the worst part is?

That you dragged these people into this,

knowing that you had no clue
how to get them out.

I mean, if you had just
minded your own business,

people like Leticia Barris,

she wouldn't have a mouthful of maggots
right about now.

Your fiancé would not be lying
in his apartment

waiting for the smell of his rotting corpse
to let the neighbors know

that something had gone horribly wrong.

That's right.
Their deaths are on your head.

You made this mess. Nobody else. You.

But you're also the one person
that can end it all right here.

All I need to know is
who else you've involved.

So you just nod,
and I'll know you're ready to talk.

You know, Miss Donovan,

I think that you look a little cold.

Maybe you'll find it easier to talk

after you've warmed up a little bit.

Where is he? What happened?

We gotta move.
Come on, we don't have time. Come on.

Come on. We're getting out of here.

-Where are the keys?
-Pocket, left.

-Start the car!
-Is he gonna be all right?

Go start the car, LJ. Come on. We're
gonna get you to a hospital, all right?

Attention all inmates.

South side of the yard is off-limits
until further notice.

A gift from my cellmate.

Thank you. And thank him.

The watch. What's it for, anyway?

Thought you didn't want to know
about any of this.

Things have changed. I want in.

-Why the sudden change of heart?
-I have my reasons.

Don't take this the wrong way,
but everyone who's in

is bringing something to the table.

-How about money?
-How much are we talking about?

I think you know.

I seem to remember several conversations
that ended with, "I am not D.B. Cooper."

-I lied.
-You lied?

We're cons. We tend to do that.

I checked your alibi. According to records,

you were incarcerated
at the time of the Cooper hijacking.

My father and I share more than
just a weakness for easy money.

We also share a name.

Charles Westmoreland Senior
was the one locked up that day.

-Now, do you want the money or not?
-No offense, but it's a little convenient.

You want in, and suddenly you're the guy.
How do I know you're not lying right now?

Hey, Old Man River. Keep it moving.

Hey, Sucre,

I got a question about you
and the rest of the Mexicans.

I don't think I'll be able to help,
seeing as I'm Puerto Rican.

Geographical semantics, amigo.

I'm speaking about
the general Latino population.

How is it that a people so historically lazy

ended up being such a big part
of the nation's workforce?

They way I see things,
it's everyone else that's lazy.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be any jobs
for the immigrants.

The ones sitting at home
collecting unemployment, the lazy ones,

that's not us.

You gonna let him talk
about your people like that?

Yeah, yeah, whatever, Deliverance.

You know what?
We may be a team in here.

But just so that you know,

the minute we get over that wall,
it's every man for himself.

Or sooner.

LJ?

LJ?

You know how the Russians do things?

They let you live,
and they kill everyone else in your family,

and anyone you've ever loved.

-How's that sound?
-Go to hell.

Oh, come on.

Is that any way for a lady to talk?

You think I'm an idiot?
I'm just gonna walk into a well?

Seriously, Miss Donovan.

-You all right?
-Yeah.

Attention, inmates.

The weight pile is out of bounds
until further notice.

The weight pile is out of bounds
until further notice.

Scofield! No sitting down on the job.

I want you out here working
where I can see you.

I'm on it, boss.

Move it, Scofield! Move it!

Attention, inmates...

The yard is open.
Repeat, the yard is now open.

-Hey, Brad. Good to see you.
-Hey, baby.

All right, ladies and gentlemen.

Put your hands together
for our next lovely young lady.

Up on the main stage is Jasmine.

Would you like a private dance?

Why don't you sit down
and chat for a while?

See if we hit it off.

-So, what's your name?
-Brad.

-Yours?
-Jasmine.

Come on. Your real name.

-It's Nika.
-Nika.

That's a pretty name.

Tell me, Nika, how's your husband feel
about you working here?

Well, I'm not married.

I hope you're lying
for the sake of titillation.

Otherwise, your little visit to Fox River
this morning

would've been breaking the law.

Mrs. Scofield.

We are married,
but they tell all the girls to lie.

-It's better for making business.
-I'm not here to get you in trouble.

I just want to know a little more
about your husband.

-Well, he's a very good man.
-I'm sure he is.

But even good men do bad things.

Your accent. You're from... Don't tell me,

-Budapest, right?
-Prague.

Prague.

How recently did you come over?
Only a couple of months, I bet.

-You like it here in America?
-You know, I really have to keep moving.

They don't like us to spend too much time
in one spot.

Now, I don't want to have to
check into your immigration status.

I just need to know what Michael Scofield
wanted from you

in exchange for the green card.

Nothing.
We met while he was studying overseas.

I don't want to know what you
memorized for the INS.

Now, either you answer my questions
about Scofield,

or I call my guy in the Chicago PD.

And maybe he starts asking
some questions about you.

Credit card. He asked me
to bring him a credit card, that's it.

Yeah. Trace this call.
Come and get me now.

New Glarus. I'm in New Glarus.

No, thanks. I brought my own.

Dorothy Andrews Elston Kabis.

United States Treasurer in 1971,

the year of the D.B. Cooper hijacking.

DI 192589.

The first number in the series of bills
used in the ransom drop.

Thanks for the history lesson.

All it proves is you did the research,
same as me.

So you're married.

Well, not in the traditional sense
of the word.

Michael, we're both adults.
Put your cards on the table.

Okay, I'll go first.

As one of the very few women
around here,

I'm used to a certain amount of

innuendo and flirtation
being thrown my way.

I'm not used to enjoying it.

-Look, Sara...
-It's Dr. Tancred..

And please let me finish.

I'm not a jealous woman,
but I'm a careful one.

And for some reason,
when I'm around you I'm not careful.

-You don't have to be.
-Yes, I do.

There are so many questions
surrounding you, Michael.

There are way too many.

So here's the deal. From now on,

your shots, any medical concerns,
they're all fine,

as long as it's doctor-patient.

But personal questions
and favors of any kind

are no longer a part of our relationship.

The questions you have about me.

There are answers.

Quinn!

Hey, I was getting worried.
You guys get lost?

We tried to call you again to pinpoint
your signal, but you never picked up.

Yeah, the battery went dead
on the damn cell phone.

-What are you gonna do, right?
-So, how'd it go?

Well, I got a broken leg down here.

Yeah, listen, you know, I think
maybe we got off on the wrong foot.

You got bosses, I got bosses,

but at the end of the day
we're all on the same team, right?

We're just trying to tie up
some loose ends.

I could not agree more.

Yeah, so could you guys get a rope
or a ladder or something?

What the hell is that?

Hey! Hey!

-Just tying up some loose ends.
-You stupid son...

Hey, guys, don't do this. Don't do this.

Come on, please. My leg is broken.
I can't stand. You gotta help me.

You can't just leave him down there.
He'll die.

I'm begging you, okay?

He's the only one who knows

we don't have the Burrows Kid.
The only one.

I got a family!

Kellerman! Hale! Guys...

There's room for you
down there, too, Danny.

Don't do this. This is a big mistake.

Don't leave me like this.
Don't leave me, please!

Please!

You coming back to PI today?

It's getting kind of testy in there,
you know?

Yeah.

- I just needed to find something out.
-What the hell is that?

Listen.

- Am I supposed to be hearing something?
- Just hold on.

-There.
-What?

We sat around here for 20 minutes
waiting to hear that?

Eighteen minutes, actually.

And yes.

-What was it?
-Keys.

The guards' keys.
Eighteen minutes is how long we have

between each time the guards pass
beneath the infirmary windows

on their rounds at night.
Cons aren't allowed outside after-hours.

It was the only way
I could find out the timing.

-What does that mean?
-It means

four days from now,
on the night of the escape,

we'll have 18 minutes to get the bars off
the infirmary window

and for all seven of us
to get across the wire and over the wall.

-Is that doable?
-Of course.

-What's up?
-Nothing.

Hey, I know that look. What's up?

I hit it! I hit it!

The pipe!

Guys, guys.

All right, all right, give him some room.

-Come on, Michael, talk to me.
-Want the good news or the bad news?

-The good.
-Westmoreland and his money are in.

-What's the bad?
-I've done the math.

I figure it'll take at least five minutes
for us

to get the bars off the window
in the infirmary

and two minutes for each of us
to get across the wire and over the wall.

-So?
-We've only got 18 minutes.

We've got too many people.

That's it. That's it.

And one of them has to go.