أول 200 سطر.
My name is Michael Scofield, and I'm a fugitive.
Three weeks ago, I was in a Panamanian prison.
While I was there,
I was approached by the Company.
The Company is a corrupt organization involved
in all levels of industry and government.
They gave me two options:
break one of their men--
James Whistler-- out of that prison...
...or else they would kill the only woman I ever loved--
Dr. Sara Tancredi.
I held up my end of the deal, and I broke Whistler out.
But the Company...
...they killed Sara anyway.
I don't know why the Company wanted James Whistler
out of prison, but I've tracked him here to Los Angeles.
He's with another Company agent I know only as Gretchen...
...the same agent who murdered Sara.
This ends today.
I came here seeking justice,
the justice I now know the system cannot provide.
So if you're reading this letter,
you'll know I died avenging Sara's death.
GRETCHEN: You get the data card.
We drop it off in the racing form, and we get the hell
out of there.
Who's the contact we're leaving it for?
The Company wants the card back, period.
All you need to worry about
is getting this rig the hell out of there in a hurry.
Oh, I'll be getting it out of there.
Don't you worry about that.
You worry about getting your ass back in that seat in time.
If you pull this off, you can come up to my room later
and the word "no" won't be in my vocabulary.
Just make sure we get paid.
(indistinct chatter)
In and out.
MAN: Good to see you again.
You, too.
Didn't hear from you for a while.
Started to wonder if you were still interested.
I am, very much so.
Well, I needed to approach this carefully.
I'm sure you understand.
Who you buying it for?
A competitor?
A foreign country? Jason,
you know I can't get into that.
Now, we've been negotiating this for months.
I've jumped through all your hoops.
I've agreed to meet you here.
Do you want to sell the card to me or not?
Be right back.
(indistinct chatter)
That's a lot of secrets on a little piece of plastic.
Let me give you a little bit of advice--
and this is on the house--
watch your step with that thing.
The Company will do anything to get it back.
Don't I know it.
(phone rings)
Yeah.
GRETCHEN (over phone): What the hell are you doing?
We got to get out of here.
I need to hide the gun.
Take the gun with you!
Come on.
MICHAEL: Where is she?
Michael, you don't understand.
Call Gretchen, get her in here now.
You have to trust me.
I'm not your enemy, Michael.
GRETCHEN: James.
We need to leave.
You know, despite everything...
if Sara could weigh in right now,
she'd tell me not to kill you.
That's the kind of person she was.
That's the kind of person you took from me.
James, didn't you tell him?
He walked in... Shut up!
Gretchen, look at me.
This is for Sara.
I never killed Sara.
I wouldn't expect someone like you to take this with dignity.
I swear to God she's alive.
Don't insult me and don't insult her.
She escaped.
We knew if you found out we wouldn't have any leverage.
I fabricated the whole thing. My brother saw...
A head in a box!
From a cadaver.
You ask Lincoln what he really saw.
Listen to her, Michael. Don't lie to me.
I'm not lying to you. Lincoln bought it,
you bought it, it worked.
Michael.
Then where is she?
I'll tell you when we get outside.
Right now, we need to get out of here.
(sirens wailing)
They found the bodies.
Give me the gun. She's lying.
Is she?
If you pull that trigger, you'll never know.
Kill him, James. Shut up.
MICHAEL: Where is she?
Where is Sara?!
Michael,
if you don't give me that gun,
I'm going to shoot you in the head.
(sirens continue, helicopter hovering)
Let's go.
We got a double homicide at the Roosevelt Hotel.
(tires screeching)
(siren wailing)
Sara.
Do you know the difference
between a perfectly executed operation
and a failed mission?
Sir?
It's small unit leadership.
The Allies spent two and a half years
planning the invasion of Normandy,
but on D-Day it came down to a handful of men
on a strip of beach
to decide the fate of the world.
What I'm getting at, Gretchen,
is even the best plan is only as good
as the moving parts on the ground executing it.
General, we got your card-- what's the problem?
We have nothing.
It's a duplicate.
Almost flawless,
but a duplicate.
That's impossible.
I saw... You know
how important the retrieval of this card
is to me, Gretchen.
You know that this is a security breach
that could have catastrophic ramifications
for the Company.
The only thing I can think of...
there was a blind spot
when Whistler was hitting the target.
Maybe he made a duplicate and he still has the original.
You hired him.
You kept him at the tip of the spear.
You insisted that we get him out of Sona.
We had to.
He had already made contact with the target.
At that point, it was him or no one, sir.
What's your stake in all of this?
I had nothing to do with it.
Whistler acted on his own.
I swear to you.
General, I can fix this.
You trained me.
Not well enough, apparently.
You know what to do.
Please.
I have a bank account in Dubai
left over from a slush fund from COBRA II.
It's yours.
No, please, please...
(phone ringing)
Hello.
Hey, it's me.
Where are you, man?
Los Angeles.
You okay, Michael?
No, I'm, I'm safe.
Thank God, thank God.
How's LJ?
How's Sofia? Yeah, they're, um...
I'm staring at them right now.
They're, they're fine.
You hear about Sona?
What about it?
Burned down three days back.
The inmates-- they rioted.
No sign of Bellick,
T-Bag, or Sucre.
Sucre?
He got popped-- I don't know how.
I mean, the papers listed the names of the inmates,
and he was in there when it went down.
I found Whistler and Gretchen...
and, uh...
(breathing heavily)
...Gretchen said...
...she said Sara is still alive.
What did you see, Linc?
What do you mean what did I see, Michael?
I need you to tell me exactly what you saw.
Michael, Sara's gone. Well, you said
it was in a garage, right? So it was dark.
Yeah, it was dark.
But if you're asking me if I picked up the head
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