نخستین 200 خط.
MICHAEL: Previously on Prison Break...
We're losing the light! Go back!
GUARD: Hay, Dios mio.
You.
Is it your cell?
(gun clicks)
(gunshot)
(groans)
You are breaking out of this prison, Mr. Scofield.
And you're taking me with you.
ALEX: So with this deal,
what specifically are they expecting from me?
They need to know everything.
They want to confirm that you have viable,
incriminating information
and that you can be a cooperative witness.
Show me the pictures.
I can't show you the pictures, man.
(inhales deeply) She's dead, Michael.
I thought we agreed it was best for you to not come here.
I need to know how this delay is gonna affect things.
Four more days.
If I'm out of here by then,
I can still do it.
I'll let the brothers know.
(music playing)
Michael.
You like this?
Yeah.
It's a special occasion.
My dad's coming today,
so I'm just gonna wait here till he shows up.
You look sharp.
Thanks.
(electricity crackling)
-LJ. Is he-- -Alive.
Giving us four more days.
Okay, good.
Listen, back at the exchange point,
I saw three body bags.
You, me and LJ, we weren't getting out of there alive.
That's the last time I get caught flatfooted.
Then do what you got to do, Linc.
As long as I take care of my end, right?
Michael, I know you're angry with me about Sara, but--
You lied.
I had to lie.
Your son is my nephew...
And there's nothing I wouldn't do for him.
But apparently...
Apparently you think I only care about myself.
I know you don't care about yourself,
but you cared about Sara.
You loved her.
And I'm sorry.
But LJ's my son.
I... I couldn't let anything happen to him.
You know that.
You used me, Linc.
So I guess you and The Company have something in common.
I don't know where he is.
I have tried every number I have.
MAN: (over phone) Well, listen, uh...
I'll check back with headquarters
and see what they say.
Never mind.
I found him.
Carter Blue Label.
You always had such high-end taste
for a girl from Wheeling.
Since I paid for it...
You know how much I hate to travel, Gretchen.
But considering the mess down here,
I made an exception.
It was a mess before I got here.
And it's time to clean it up.
We're ending this today.
(sighs)
(inhales sharply)
Bang and burn.
General, that was analyzed.
What you're asking for is too dangerous,
not to mention next to impossible
with the given time frame.
I remember a substantial wire transfer
to an offshore account
that took the word "impossible"
out of the equation. Or tell me,
did I hire the wrong person?
I am doing my job when I tell you to seriously reconsider.
And now, I have to do my job.
(grunts)
I don't pay you to be my advisor.
You're my operative.
You have your instructions, now get it done.
Because if you don't,
I'll make what happened to you in Mosul
feel like a massage.
JAMES: This was a big mistake, Gretchen.
You can't make a habit of coming to Sona.
GRETCHEN: I won't.
Because we're going with the bang and burn.
(chuckles)
That's suicide.
We have more time.
My boss wants things to move a bit faster.
Well, tell him you can't pull it off.
I might get killed if we do this.
And I might get killed if we don't.
Between you and me, who do you think I care about more?
Look at me, James.
See if you can tell how serious I am.
If you don't play ball,
I will leave you in Sona to rot.
I promise.
Be ready by 5:00.
That's when it happens.
Everybody goes.
What about Scofield?
Kill him.
(theme music playing)
MICHAEL: (whispers) Hey.
You know the consequences if I'm seen talking to you?
The military's reinforcing the bars on all the windows.
Can you talk to the Colonel,
get him to postpone that for a few days?
No.
After your performance yesterday,
I have no further sway with the Colonel.
Well, then I'm afraid you've brokered your way
into an escape plan that no longer exists.
I have an idea.
SAMMY: Lechero!
Wait to hear from me.
What?
Some of the men don't feel the need
to pay their debts anymore.
It's been one week, man,
and we lost three men.
Now, if we gonna keep Sona, we're gonna need numbers.
I don't trust nobody here right now, especially now.
I work with the men I have.
Really, brother?
You, me,
and the gimp over there, we gonna run this place?
I wanna bring on Cristobal.
He's solid, man.
One of them Darrien ghetto boys.
(sighs)
Bring him up.
But I promise you nothing.
Find me anything that can sustain heavy RPGs
and small arms.
A Cougar, a Stryker.
Not gonna happen.
I do have a call in to a Sergeant York, but--
Yeah, that's not gonna cut it.
Call Suezamel, put him on standby,
tell him we might need him.
Is there a problem?
We're doing this at five o'clock?
Well, we could wait until tonight
when our guys are moving too fast
for our night vision to work properly.
You could even tag along if you want.
Get it done.
(sighs)
(phone ringing)
Hello.
MAN: (over phone) Yes, I'm trying to locate the family of Mr. James Whistler.
I... I am his... I'm his wife.
Who's calling?
My name is Tommy Day.
I own the apartment building Mr. Whistler rents from.
There's been a busted pipe in his unit
that's caused some damage to the apartment next door.
I'm sorry. I think you have confused James with someone else.
He's not renting another apartment.
TOMMY: Oh, I assure you Mr. Whistler is my tenant.
I couldn't find anyone to contact after his conviction,
but when the mail came, I checked his phone bill.
There were numerous calls to this number.
If you could please come to the apartment,
the address is 40 Abel Bravo in Obarrio,
unit four.
-(phone ringing) -Tell your men the intel says
the Panamanians have no access to SAM.
Yeah.
MAN: (over phone) There's been a development.
Hey.
The Company's giving us four more days.
-Okay. -Problem is,
I, uh, I don't know how we're getting out of here.
Lechero might have some ideas,
but I'm still waiting to hear from him.
I'm sorry, is this a bad time for you?
It's been an intense 24 hours.
I have things on my mind.
Yeah, like your last trip to visitation maybe.
What, you're a spy now?
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