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Previously on Prison Break...
I'm so sorry.
They got me and Sara.
LJ and Sara will be traded for Whistler.
Are we clear?
I want a picture of my son and Sara to prove they're alive.
I will have a court date one of these days, and you will be there.
You're on your own.
Sofia Lugo.
I'm James Whistler's girlfriend.
-Why does he want this? -He's just a fisherman.
Tell your fisherman friend Scofield's brother has this.
Just take the bounty off Whistler.
Whistler don't mean nothing to me, man.
MICHAEL: There are ways I can be of assistance.
Whistler's clear?
Clear as the blue sky, brother.
So, how are we getting out of here?
I have no idea.
(distant click)
What the hell are you doing?
I just...
I need some money, and I didn't...
I didn't know where else to go.
I've got about 50 bucks.
No, no.
I'm talking about the millions, papi.
The backpack?
There's all sorts of cash in that thing.
Need a place to crash, I got your back,
but the backpack's gone.
Any money I dig up is for my brother.
Remember him?
Tall guy, kind of thin.
Busted your ass out of jail.
I feel bad about Mike.
I do, Linc.
But not all of us got exonerated, you know.
-Pretty clear on that. -I can't ever go home again.
You got problems, Sucre?
You ain't the only one, Linc.
That's right.
We're all guilty of something, man.
All of us.
Not them.
I want to help.
But it seems like it's only getting deeper and deeper.
Look, I just, I just want money
to get back on my feet, and that's it, Linc.
Linc?
Never mind.
(men shouting)
(cheering)
Doesn't take too long for a man to become animal, no?
The smart ones go for his bunk first.
What do the dumb ones do?
Hey, I was here first.
Mampi bitch, you've been here two days.
I meant I was the first one to the shoe, you sack-in-the-box.
Now, hand it over.
You're asking for a chicken foot, friend.
You want this shoe?
You're gonna have to come and get it.
(snaps fingers)
(speaking indistinctly)
(chuckles)
Leave him. Leave him.
I just wanted to express my thanks
for, uh...
For Whistler.
I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about.
MICHAEL: My mistake.
Anyway, I thought maybe we could make some kind of arrangement.
Maybe I could help out around Sona.
(chuckles)
Come here, boy.
Leave.
You help me?
I'm the bucky massa here, boy.
Me, not you.
So if anyone want anything at Sona,
it's me them a-come to.
So do not walk in here asking for some favor
like we have some understanding.
No, no, no, no, no.
We do not.
The next time you roll in here like that, boy,
the only thing you ask me for is mercy.
Si?
(man speaking Spanish over PA)
Go on, boy.
MAN: (on PA) Scofield, you have a visitor.
Now, run along. Your momma calling ya.
(indistinct announcement over PA)
(announcement continues)
That bad, huh?
It's not good.
You?
I followed that message you got from Whistler.
It's all about some book.
A bird guide with names and numbers on it.
MICHAEL: Any clues about who he might be?
No. We weren't the only ones following his directions.
His girl was there, says he's some kind of fisherman.
MICHAEL: Yeah, sure he is.
Listen, man, I, uh... I want you to check something out.
Oh, my God!
The way she's holding the paper it's like she's, uh...
It's like she's pointing at something.
It's too small, I can't read it.
This is today's paper.
She's pointing at Santa Rita.
It's a small town 20 miles from here.
She's trying to tell us where she is.
I have to talk to her, Linc.
Even if they let you talk to her, man,
they'll be listening to every word you say. You can't do that.
We're gonna need more than the name of that town.
I'm coming up empty-handed here, Linc.
It's already been three days and...
I got nothing to show for it.
So, if I can't break Whistler out of here...
you're gonna have to break them out of there.
(theme music playing)
So, what's the deal, mate?
When's moving day?
I'll tell you the plan when you tell me who you are.
-I'm a fisherman. -Really?
So am I.
You're worried about trusting me?
My life is in your hands.
How am I supposed to know that I can trust you?
You don't.
Boo-yah!
-Hey. -Stuart Scott.
Number one, right? You watch SportsCenter?
Not recently.
Look, I need to get my hands on a phone.
(chuckles)
I need to get my hands on some pechos.
But that ain't gonna happen either, is it?
Who you got to call so important anyway?
Sara.
(chuckles)
Absolutely not.
It ain't a request, it's a dictation of terms.
My brother ain't thinking about escape till he talks to Sara.
Aw, that's sweet.
I can assure you of two things, Lincoln.
One, that Sara's fine
and two, you have a better chance
of banging me on that bar
than you do of talking to her.
I appreciate the offer, but I'll pass.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Oh, what if that's a dictation of terms?
McGRADY: It's not a matter of negotiation.
Government rip out all the phones
when they find out bad men in Sona
are still setting up deals.
Making bang-bangs just like before.
They just did it over the phone.
Well, if they cut the lines, maybe we can fix 'em.
There's nothing to fix, bro.
There used to be a whole row of them all along the wall,
but they're gone now.
If you have no more questions,
I'm just gonna get going.
Michael got the bounty off Whistler's head in two days.
That's more than your people could do in two weeks.
Show some goodwill.
He'll get his goodwill when Whistler's out.
One thing you should know about my brother,
he's very stubborn.
You want him to fetch, you throw him a bone.
How does Michael think he's gonna get his hands on a phone inside Sona?
What about cell phones?
With all the traffic moving in and out of here.
Cell phone big no-no.
Only one man has access to it,
and he would never let a zanahoria like you
get his hands on it.
Let me guess.
What is it?
The weekly from your operations on the outside.
Grave digger dropped it off.
Couldn't be.
This envelope way too thin.
Stuff's just moving a little slower
on the outside these days.
Oh, stuff moving slow?
Somebody making it move slower.
Teodoro.
Set up something at the barber downstairs for me now.
Yes, sir. No problem at all.
You tell that bitch
if she nick me with the razor again, I'm gonna use it 'pon her.
(sighing)
You're still alive.
And you're still lovely.
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