All language subtitles for Prison.Break.S05E01

Lincoln: I didn't kill that man.
Michael: Evidence says you did.

I was set up. Swear to me.

I swear, Michael.

Officer: Put down your weapon.

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

I'm looking for someone. Lincoln Burrows.

Why do you want to see Burrows so bad?
Michael: Because he's my brother.

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

Michael:
Not if you designed the place.

Ha-ha-ha. 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.
To break the law.

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

Come on.

We did it, Linc.

However this plays out...

I have no regrets.

Lincoln: Michael!

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.

Michael: 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?

If you listen.

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?

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 is 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.

Man: 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.

Sara: 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 or four years?

Yeah. Uncle Lincoln.

Hey, buddy.

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 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'tjust 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...

Lincoln: 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?

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

Shoop.

Miss Dorothy.

E-mailing her undying love
from Aurora, Illinois.

How about this one?
"Love Cannon alone so in champagne."

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.

Whitcombe: 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 it 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.

Woman:
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?

Woman: 911, what is your emergency?
Sara: 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 down.
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 severed his femoral artery.
They're trying to stabilize him.

And him? Sara: He's 7.

How are you doing, Mikey?
Something is 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.

Sara:
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 is dead.

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.

Itwomdnt letsfightback

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.

Lincoln: Ienvy you.

Changed your life around.

C-note:
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?

C-note: 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 is
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.

Sight lines seem consistent with what
it would be from the prison to the mosque.

No, you ask me, that photo is legit.

Then that's the building my brother is in.

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

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.

C-note: 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 is 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?

You need to look at all 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.

Whitcombe: We'll need to put you under.
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 can't 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?

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?

I'm coming with you.

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

If he's alive, 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'd 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 the prison.

Hold on. You're not saying he gets to go?
He's no browner than I am.

No?

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

Woman: 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.

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 digging
can bring him back.

We're the only ones coming into the place.
C-note: Yeah, 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.

Man: 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.

C-note:
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.

C-note:

Greetings from
the us. Prison system, bitches.

What is it?

C-note: 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?

Sheba: 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.

Ahem. Lincoln: Who is 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 no problem.

Not money. Your passport.

My passport? What, you wanna hold it?
Omar: No. Straight trade.

Visit for your passport.

A us. 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.

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 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.
C-note: Sheba. No. Hey, hey, sheba.

Hey, kaniel outis is a bigtime terrorist.
They got him in here for murder.

He's 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
disappearjust as quickly.

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

The question is, if they come back...

Is it the same storm...

Or has something changed?

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, talk to me. Mi... Michael.

Michael, what are you doing, damn it?