Original subtitles

(phone rings)

Hi.

Hey. I, uh, I ran into town

to get some coffee.

Do you want anything?

No. I'm good.

Thanks, honey.

I'm almost done here.

I will see you at the lake

in a little while, okay?

Okay. I'll see you

back at the house.

The hubby?

Uh, what did you learn

from Kellerman?

There's no easy way

to deliver this news, darling.

It's a heartbreaker.

Doesn't get any better.

He's rotten all the way

to the core.

You've been sleeping

with the enemy, baby.

I don't understand.

I followed them two monkeys

from Kellerman's house

right after they put

a bullet in him.

Needless to say

he wasn't our guy.

(laughs)

He did say some

pretty alarming things

about your boy, Poseidon,

the world shaker.

Um...

Didn't give me enough

to put all the pieces together.

Back up, back up, back up.

What did they say?

Jacob? His words?

I couldn't get close enough

to hear much, but what I did...

what I did hear was

your name and Michael's.

Yes, they seemed pretty cozy,

the three of them.

Oh, my God.

It's a nasty bag of conspir...

Where are you going?!

To my son!

WHIP:

Stay down. Stay down.

It's another

artillery strike.

LINCOLN: But they sure

as hell are used to it.

Go, go!

(crowd chanting in Arabic)

We will not rest,

not sleep, until the murderers

of the martyred Abu Ramal are

dead, crushed beneath our feet.

(crowd shouting)

(crowd chanting in Arabic)

No safe harbor in Yemen!

They will be destroyed!

It is Allah's promise to us.

CROWD:

Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

Any man or woman in Sana'a who

turns the westerners over to us

will receive ten million rial!

(crowd shouts)

Now go! Find them!

Any man or woman in Sana'a who

turns the westerners over to us

will receive ten million rial!

SID: ISIL just offered

ten million for our heads!

Wait. Wait. Stay here.

We got to get off these streets

or we're dead.

Ten million rial?

You give up your mother

for cash like that.

It's about what I paid

for Freddie Mercury's ashes.

Freddie Mercury now, really?

It's better than talking

about 500,000 people

looking to kill us.

Come on.

Found a place

to figure out next steps.

Let's go.

This is the part

you tell me what's going on,

the whole thing.

No. Th-There's no time.

Country's about to fall.

You'll get your

answers, I promise.

Right now our window is closing.

We need to...

We need to pivot

to the next contingency.

Train station.

Get up to the north.

Exit the country that way.

Things have changed

in the four years

you've been locked up

in Ogygia, Michael.

Your plan's redundant.

ISIL control the north, roads,

checkpoints, train stations.

Even if we make it across

the city, it's suicide.

No. You're wrong.

It's a shell game.

You go where

they never expect you.

Wait. You came all the way

to Yemen looking for him.

You think he was

lost or something?

Come on.

You want to live?

The airport's

the only option.

The airport's known as the main

artery to the outside world.

It's the first thing

ISIL will shut down.

Planes were flying an hour ago.

You got a phone?

No, but he does.

Burned it up

getting off to Queen, though.

Guilty as charged.

C-Note's organizing a passage

on the flight as we speak.

MICHAEL:

No, I'm telling you,

my plan will work.

Once... once you leave

the northern part

of Sana'a...

Enough. We shouldn't even

be talking about this.

MICHAEL:

Get off me!

How are you alive?!

In Yemen?!

What happened to you, Michael?!

Now, I'm not moving

another inch until you tell me

what the hell's

really going on here.

♪ ♪

Michael Scofield had to die.

I had to fake my death.

Go away.

It was part of the deal I made.

If I went to work

for a deep-cover operative

named Poseidon...

...we would all go free.

We were free.

We were exonerated.

No.

That's what we thought...

but we were wrong.

A few weeks

before I married Sara...

I was approached by Poseidon.

You think I'm showing?

I'm not used to that yet.

I got to...

I got to tell Michael.

Here you go. Burgers

will be just a second.

Hello?

Yes, this is Michael.

Poseidon told me

Kellerman didn't have

the authority or jurisdiction

to exonerate our crimes.

He used that as a legal fulcrum.

Told me he could put us

all away for life

within the mandate

of the law unless...

...unless I went

to work for him.

What the hell

can they be talking about

at a time like this?

I don't know.

But big brother's hearing things

I want to hear.

SID:

We cannot stay.

We must go now.

Maybe we don't.

What the hell

are you talking about?

Maybe all this running

is just delaying the inevitable.

Die alone here.

Die alone at home.

God, you need a girlfriend, man.

(men shouting)

Those voices are heading our

way. They're almost on us.

Who the hell

is this Poseidon guy?

A psychopath.

A frustrated policy wonk

in the CIA

who felt he could do better

than his superiors.

So he created a cell

within the CIA called 21-Void,

implementing his own

intelligence operations.

And he needed my help

breaking out people

imprisoned all over the world.

Terrorists,

political dissidents...

...rogue agents...

and if I did it, you and Sara,

you'd go free.

Your record's expunged,

but... there was a rub.

I wasn't allowed to have

contact with any of you,

including my son.

Michael.

So, Michael Scofield

was dead and...

...over the years

I assumed many names.

Kaniel Outis... the most recent.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you reach out to me?

I didn't have a choice.

Poseidon made that...

very clear.

How?

At first, I said no.

I wouldn't do it.

Then within weeks,

Sara was incarcerated, beaten.

And so I gave in.

Everything I did,

I did for family,

for you, for Sara,

for Mike.

So none of you would ever have

to spend another day

inside a prison cell or...

or live a life on the run.

Look at us now.

(crash above)

They're starting to

search the buildings.

Train station.

Airport.

Train station.

(people clamoring)

GATE ATTENDANT: All passengers

must present a ticket.

All passengers must

present a ticket.

(man grunts)

Never gonna get to our seats.

We need to go through there.

Even the pilot

can't get on the plane.

C- full of planes.

There's got to be others.

It's no good.

People will die here today.

We need another option.

My man, Omar.

Omar?

That slippery brother?

Trust is a luxury

right now.

He can be trusted. To a point.

He has connections on

the western coast,

across the desert.

No.

Lincoln and Michael are

coming here. That's the plan.

They don't have a

next move if we leave.

Now they're out there somewhere,

God knows where.

Your friends are too late.

Look around you.

This airport

is no good to them.

We're not leaving.

(gunfire in distance)

What is that place?

Where the

westerners went

when they made

their escape.

I ran into one

at the Forger's Den.

I can help.

And how do you expect

to find the foreigners

with only one eye?

(car engine starts)

They're here.

ISIL are here!

(crowd clamoring)

C- I have an idea.

The pilot.

Okay, follow me.

Follow me!

Don't lose him.

Don't lose the pilot.

C- Come on, come on.

Come on, come on,

come on, come on.

No, just stay down.

Okay. Wait here.

What?

I'll be back.

Benjamin...

I'm going alone.

Don't do it.

(engine revving)

(tires screech)

ISIL SOLDIER:

Halt!

What are you doing here?

On your knees!

Halt!

Come out.

Come out.

Who are you?

Papers.

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

Papers.

SHEBA:

Infidels!

The infidels

are in the airport.

The killers of Ramal!

I've seen them with my own eyes.

What?

I want my reward.

The ten million rial.

I will be rich.

ISIL SOLDIER:

Take us to them.

Not until you promise

I will get my

ten million rial.

If you speak the truth,

you'll have the money.

(grunting)

(ISIL solider choking)

You kick a lot of ass

for a good Muslim.

You can take the man

out of the streets,

but you can't take

the streets of the man.

PILOT: Why do you help me?

Who are you?

I'm a man,

just like you,

trying to get out

of this madness,

but we're not gonna get

out through those gates.

The only way out now

is up, brother.

The 747 is done.

It's been secured

by the rebels.

I'm not talking

about Yemenia Air.

I have my eyes

on a different

set of wings.

(door opens)

Mom?

Hey.

JACOB'S FATHER: Sara!

You scared us.

Sorry.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, no, It's fine.

I just... It's been a crazy day,

made more so by the fact that

I forgot Mike's Spanish lesson.

MIKE: Spanish?

SARA: Yeah.

That's not today.

We're gonna talk about

it in the car, okay?

Are you sure?

Is everything okay?

SARA: Really. Yes.

We're fine. Thank you.

Well, let me

get Mike's bag.

No, no, don't worry about it.

I'll get it tomorrow.

(car door opens)

I want you to get in the car

and no matter what...

Hey.

you don't get out, okay?

Hey, hey, hey!

Where you going so fast?

Get in.

Thank you.

How was that department

meeting yesterday?

You usually

meet with killers?

Sara. Sara.

Please, please, please.

I can explain, okay?

Just listen to me.

I was sick with worry.

I needed to protect you,

to-to protect our family,

so I picked up

your phone from the shop

and I took it

to Andrew Nelson,

my buddy in the computer

sciences department.

He did a deep dive,

some kind of data archaeology,

and he did it.

He tracked

those bastards down.

Got their

cell information.

So... so I called them,

thinking I could-I could maybe

make a-make a deal with them.

You called them.

Sara?

Sara, please, listen to me.

Sara, this was for you.

You're gonna want to get out

of the way right now.

Sara. Sara!

MICHAEL:

This is it.

Our ticket out of

the country.

LINCOLN: I'm telling you,

Michael, this is a bad idea.

ISIL are everywhere.

MICHAEL:

No, I can do this.

You really paid the equivalent

of ten million rial

for some dude's ashes?

Not just any ashes, man.

Freddie Mercury's ashes.

I would've paid

twice that.

MICHAEL:

Come on.

Keep your head down.

I think it's time we get sane

and head to the airport.

No, no, no.

This is better.

They control the station.

They'll never think

to look for us here now.

They're repurposing

those trains for cargo,

not passengers.

Once we're on, it's...

it's a straight shot

to the north.

They won't check

the cars again.

That's what you see

when you see the train?

I see a bunch of dudes

with AK-47s

who don't look a thing like us.

Do you really believe

we can survive

300 miles on a train

through ISIL territory?

Now, that's suicide.

It does seem risky.

No kidding.

No, no.

We get in that line of cargo

carriers. Keep our heads down.

Once we're on the train,

lay low the rest of the trip.

Besides, we don't need

to look like them.

Tell the believing men

to lower their gaze

and be modest.

Come on.

From the Koran.

CYCLOPS:

All the roads are blocked.

So you'll have to find

a different way to the border.

(gasps)

By train!

Heather, what now?

What now?

I mean, it was all a lie.

Wasn't it? Everything.

Our whole life,

our whole marriage.

He was standing as close

as you were to me right now,

and he was chatting

with the woman who shot him.

You're saying he planned

to get himself shot

like it was some sort of,

uh, sick performance?

I don't know. I don't know.

I mean, I...

Yes. Yes, it was.

But he almost died.

So, the plan was

to wing him, right?

To just put him above suspicion,

but the shot went wide.

He gets hit.

He knows that he's

married to a doctor.

Sara, Sara, stop. Stop.

You haven't slept in

three days, right?

You're upset about

the home invasion

and you're tying

yourself up in knots

because the love

of your life,

the father of your baby,

might be alive.

(voice breaking): And I can't

get through to Lincoln.

But I saw that video.

It's him.

Okay, and I...

That's Michael.

And I believe you. I do.

And that matters.

That's all that matters.

No, I know.

But Jacob is a good man.

He's your husband.

(phone ringing)

Yeah.

And he helped you

start a new life.

Together.

And that's him.

I have to answer it.

No. No.

No, you don't.

HEATHER (on machine): Leave a

message and we'll get back.

(answering machine beeps)

JACOB: Heather, Heather?

Is Sara there?

Please, I-I need

to speak with her.

Look, there's been

a huge misunderstanding

and I can explain everything.

Will you just...

will you tell her that?

And to call me?

He's tracking me.

Oh, Sara, honey.

I'm your best friend.

Of-of course he's gonna

call here first.

It doesn't make

him Deep Throat.

Listen,

let's just see if there's

a simpler explanation.

Hmm?

Okay.

What was the name of that

computer tech that he mentioned?

Uh... Andrew.

Nelson. Andrew Nelson.

Okay, well, I have an old friend

in that department.

We can find out

if Jacob's full of it

in one call.

Okay.

(indistinct conversations)

You!

These boots, they should be

donated to "the cause".

Take them off.

Give them here.

They are the only boots he has.

What do I care?

He can answer for himself.

(grunting, men shouting)

(woman yelling)

(shouting in Arabic)

(train horn blaring)

Get on the other side

of that train!

WHIP: Come on,

come on, come on,

come on,

come on!

(train horn blaring)

MICHAEL:

Come on, let's go.

(camera shutter clicks)

(phone rings)

What do you want?

Look at the picture

I just sent you.

I can see the murderers now.

Where?

Not so fast.

Bring your weapons,

I will stay on them.

And I call the shots now.

PILOT:

We checked. There's enough fuel

to get us out of Yemen.

(speaks Arabic)

C- an old bird like this?

PILOT:

We'll find out.

(men yelling in Arabic)

MICHAEL:

There's another station,

30 miles

outside Sana'a.

We can find a way there,

hop a train.

They won't anticipate us

coming that way.

Doubling down

on a bad bet.

Just like you did

seven years back

with the CIA.

Look around you.

Your plans affect people,

you don't even see it.

I don't blame you

for resenting me.

You're damn right

I resent you.

I see it, Linc.

I see it.

Every second

of every day,

the people,

the collateral damage,

the lives I've...

affected.

(engine turning over)

But I can't start thinking

about that.

Because if I do,

then it all falls apart

and none of us

get to go home.

I have to stay focused,

be the man with the plan.

Just like Fox River.

(engine revving)

Remember?

(whistles)

We got wheels.

MICHAEL:

Good work.

The airport's the only play.

The airport

is five miles away.

The border is hundreds.

Look,

the airport might be

the right choice,

but I trust

my instincts.

They've gotten us

this far.

And my gut says

we can still make it out through

the north. Choice is yours.

WHIP:

Look, man,

I agree with you, even if

I don't know you from Adam.

But...

got to go

with the horse

that got you here,

you know? So...

he's my horse.

Craziest horse I've ever met.

But got us this far.

Crazy only works

if it doesn't get you killed.

(door opens)

HEATHER: Andrew?

Uh, Professor Hayden told us

to speak with you?

ANDREW: Oh, yeah.

Uh, yeah, right.

Sorry.

Uh, hi, Andrew.

I'm Sara Scofield.

Thanks for taking

the time.

By any chance,

did my husband Jacob Ness ask

you to work on my cell phone?

Yeah, he did, uh, yesterday.

What did he, uh...

what did he ask

you to do?

Uh, he said he was looking to

find the contact information

for the people who were

stalking his wife.

So I did a data dive

and gave him what I could find.

How?

They hacked your phone

and lifted the data,

but in the process, left a

very slight electronic signature

that I was able to

track back to them.

Wait, who are "they"?

Don't know.

It was a dummy IP address,

but the cell

and location were correct.

They couldn't hide that

from me.

(phone rings)

(sighs, scoffs)

The man himself.

(phone continues ringing)

(phone beeps)

Hello.

Sara, listen,

I know you're upset,

but I need you to come to the

Whitney Heights police station

right now.

Please.

So, now we got

some time to talk.

Um...

Well, your name's Michael.

Cool.

You have a brother.

What else

don't I know?

Serious, I need to know.

I've been traveling so fast,

for so long, I didn't even stop

to think who you really are

or what we're real

doing here.

I don't even know why

you dragged me

into all this, you know?

You got to forget the past,

Whip, the details.

None of that matters now.

What have my actions been

all these years?

Who's been taking care of you

through everything, huh?

Me. Right?

Right?

Yeah.

Nothing changes.

You're still my whip hand...

Whip hand, yeah, I know,

I'm your whip hand.

It's-it's not good enough

this time, man.

Can you just give it

to me straight?

You know, I'm a big boy,

I can handle it.

There's a reason

you're my whip hand.

A reason that's gonna

change your life.

There's a light at the end

of the tunnel for you.

(all grunting, gasping)

LINCOLN:

What the hell was that?

WHIP:

Oh, son of a bitch.

LINCOLN:

We got to go.

Let's go!

(speaking Arabic)

(shouting in Arabic)

There's no way out.

WHIP:

Back of the hospital's

been shelled to rubble.

It's blocked.

Upstairs is

blocked, too.

We're gonna go

downstairs.

Look for a way out.

You do the same.

Thanks.

What's going on?

Sara, just...

just come with us.

You'll see. Please.

Hello, ma'am.

Um, Sara Scofield?

Yes, sir.

Thanks for coming in,

I'm Detective Keenan.

We'd like you to point out

who broke into your home.

And...

the one who shot

your husband.

It's three and four.

The man and the woman

was the shooter.

Are you sure?

Yes, sir.

Yes, I'm absolutely sure.

There's got to be a way out.

Something... something that

connects to the surface.

Going down's not

gonna work, Michael.

We need to set up

an ambush and fight.

Yeah, well,

fighting is your

default setting.

It's not always about fists.

JA: I'm telling you,

there's no way out.

Then find something

to fight with, you idiot.

I don't think it's

that kind of a party,

but I like your style.

What are you going to do

with that?

I don't know.

Beats a fist.

♪ We are the champions ♪

♪ My friends ♪

♪ And we'll keep on

fighting... ♪

WHIP:

Rubbing alcohol?

What the hell

are you doing?

♪ Till the end ♪

You'll go blind,

you idiot.

JA:

It's only 95% alcohol.

I'll only go 95% blind.

♪ ...the champions ♪

♪ No time for losers ♪

♪ 'Cause we... ♪

There.

There's an air shaft.

(grunts)

(grunting continues)

(men shouting above)

(shouting in Arabic)

Well, it's about fists now.

♪ We are the champions... ♪

(door opens)

Michael?

No. It's them.

My first lover

was much older than me.

He was my

friend's father.

Massi was his name.

(chuckles softly)

It was the greatest of scandals

that we kept to ourselves.

But his wife

discovered us

and told her brothers.

Massi was taken

into the desert...

and buried.

Alive.

They brought his eyes

to me in a rag.

I need you to use that on me.

End my suffering.

What, this?

SID:

Ja's right. All this

running is pointless.

Do you know what they

will do to me here,

away from seeing eyes?

I can't...

I won't let that happen.

Do you understand?

I won't let that happen.

Listen. Sid.

I'm not giving up.

And queer or no,

you're not, either.

They're in the wrong.

Not you.

WHIP:

What are you gonna do with that?

♪ I've paid my dues ♪

♪ Time after time ♪

♪ I've served my sentence ♪

♪ But committed no crime... ♪

(Michael grunts, bangs)

LINCOLN:

Michael, come on.

I'm sorry, Linc.

(sniffles)

I should have come to you.

I should've asked for your help

when Poseidon offered me

the deal. I blew it.

At the time,

I thought

if I dealt with it myself,

the pain would only be mine.

But instead I opened

this Pandora's Box.

I wanted to make it better,

but I only made it worse

for everyone.

And somewhere in there...

...I became a ghost.

♪ ♪

I made a lot of mistakes.

A lot of foolish,

imperfect choices,

but every one of them...

...every one of them

I made for love.

I know. I know.

Michael,

you're the smartest person

I've ever known,

but you can't carry the load

on your shoulders alone.

You need to share

the burden.

Yes.

That's family.

That's what family's for.

Sara, I don't know

what you thought, but...

I'm just a husband

who was worried about his wife.

And yeah, I-I should have told

you what I was doing, but...

Look, I felt like... like

everything was spiraling

out of control and I had to do

whatever I could to protect you.

So you thought

you'd contact two hired killers?

I was trying to play

the white knight.

(chuckles)

Not very well.

And it was insanity.

I was scared to death.

A-A blubbering idiot,

but I thought they would respond

to money, you know?

Pay them whatever it took

to make them go away.

More than they were

already making:

$50,000.

Look, I, uh...

I had a tracker in it, Sara.

This little thing, but

they didn't touch it.

(chuckles softly)

I contacted the police

before the meet,

but we nailed

them anyhow.

We nailed them.

Jacob.

I am so sorry

I put you through this.

Let's do this.

A wrench and a pipe against AKs.

It'll be fun.

I've always wanted

a crack at these bastards.

(speaking in Arabic)

JA (echoing):

♪ I paid my dues ♪

(muttering)

♪ Time after time ♪

♪ I've served my sentence ♪

(whispering):

Come back.

♪ But committed no crime ♪

♪ And bad mistakes ♪

WHIP:

Get over here...

♪ I've made a few ♪

You're gonna get

yourself killed!

♪ I've had my share ♪

♪ Of sand kicked in my face ♪

♪ But I've come through ♪

♪ And I go on and on and on ♪

(footsteps approaching)

♪ We are the champions ♪

(guns clicking)

♪ My friends ♪

(shouting in Arabic)

(screaming)

♪ We are the champions ♪

♪ We are ♪

♪ The champions... ♪

(door opens)

WHIP: I love you, you crazy

Japanese son of a bitch!

It's Korean, champ.

Whatever. I still love you.

ISIL are like roaches.

More will be here soon.

What do we do now?

I need to take a break

from making decisions.

Linc, airport?

Airport.

(phone ringing)

Hey.

LINCOLN: I got someone

I want you to talk to.

Hey.

(laughing):

Oh, man!

Now that's a voice

I never thought I'd hear again.

Man, you got some explaining

to do, brother,

risen from the dead and all.

Soon.

Where can we meet you?

Uh, hangar two.

Right off the main runway.

(soldiers shouting)

But you better hurry

your ass up.

Hangar two?

We could be there in 20 minutes.

We can be there in 20 minutes.

I don't know if we have

that long.

Wait for us. We'll be there.

We got to move.

(gunshots)

(Sid grunting)

(groaning)

Sid...

Sid!

CYCLOPS:

I heard your call, infidel.

Wings will not carry you

to safety.

One call, and my brothers

will find your friends

at the airport.

(panting)

I found the infidels,

and I know where the others

are as well.

(stabs)

(screams)

LINCOLN: Sid!

MICHAEL: Sid!

LINCOLN:

Son of a bitch.

No, no, no, no, no.

(grunts)

MICHAEL: Talk to me, Sid.

Stay with us.

Stay with us.

Sid...

Sid.

He's gone.

(sniffling)

(laughs)

(Michael grunting)

Don't waste yourself on him.

(moans)

You'll beat him by surviving.

CYCLOPS:

You will die, you hear me?

You will all die!

Oh, my...

PILOT: They're moving

more trucks into position.

Yeah.

We can't wait.

There won't be enough runway

to take off. We must go now.

SHEBA: I owe Lincoln my life.

He deserves better.

But with so many souls

in our hands,

do we really

have a choice?

(exhales)

Listen, we wait

five more minutes.

Okay?

And then we take care

of the souls that we can.

Understand?

What the hell are you doing?

The hell are you doing?

Listen, we are not leaving

my friends!

Shut it down.

Shut it down!

You would condemn us all

to death.

If you stop me, no one gets out.

Your friends can still make it

to safety. We will not.

(gunshots)

(phone ringing)

Yeah?

C-Note? You got to get

out of here, man.

Hey, no, no, no, no. W-We can do

this thing, man. We can do it.

No! Go now!

Otherwise,

you and the kids are dead!

We'll work something out.

We've been through worse.

C- Linc, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, brother.

Lincoln? Find Omar. He...

(static crackles)

What?

I can't hear you. What?

(gunshots)

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