Ang unang 200 linya.
Previously on Prison Break...
What do you want with Scylla?
Same thing you want: bring down the Company.
We need the pages.
Are we partners?
Partners.
So your brother told me about your nosebleeds.
I'm fine.
You don't look fine.
Sorry.
Consider this a warning.
(screaming)
Linc, pull back!
It's a trap!
You all right?! Damn, you're hit!
LINCOLN: All right, all right.
You'll get your shot, now back off!
This is an attempt on my card.
How do you want to proceed?
I want it moved.
Move Scylla.
Now!
Now, tell the General you killed us.
Otherwise, my hand, it ain't going to get tired.
I just hope your mouth gets tired.
That's funny.
BELLICK: Come on, buddy, come on.
Enough already, come on, Linc.
(sighs)
SARA: Believe me now?
Beating him isn't going to work, Lincoln.
We tried your way.
We want General Krantz to think Wyatt took us out.
Even if you do break him and he does call the General,
you don't think a trained military veteran
is going to hear the fear in his voice?
They're going to know he was coerced.
Yeah, well, I need some more time with him.
I hear you, Linc, but he can't make the call if he's unconscious.
BELLICK: However we do it,
we better get what we need from Wyatt soon,
because Mahone... ain't going to wait.
MAHONE: I'm trying to find the son of a bitch who killed my kid!
Lisa, what are we looking at?
Initial estimate is three days to complete the move of Scylla.
Unacceptable.
Respectfully, this is not as simple as unplugging
a laptop and moving it to another room.
The data on Scylla is too delicate.
I don't want excuses.
All I care is that it's done right and done right now.
I understand the urgency, but it will take three days.
And if I may speak freely, I think it's a mistake
to move Scylla to the Raven Rock bunker
when the Los Angeles facility
is one of the most secure ones we have.
The most secure location we have
is the one they don't know about.
Sir...
Still no word from Wyatt.
He only uses the company-issued cell,
so we can't track him.
We have no way of confirming
if he successfully completed his operation.
Keep calling him!
And draft a press release,
photographs, criminal records,
everything we have on Scofield, Burrows, all of them.
Tell our friends in the media I want them
to saturate the evening news and the morning papers.
I want it impossible for them
to walk down the streets of Los Angeles without being spotted.
(door closes)
I assume we haven't made much progress
with our friend over there?
Any suggestions?
How about we talk to him?
Great, want to give him some milk and cookies
while you're at it?
No. How about just some nice conversation?
Hmm.
So they sent Florence Nightingale
to get me all ready to cooperate.
Actually, I'm here to help you, despite what you've done.
Because I'm still a doctor and you're a prisoner.
You're going to save me?
Don Self has a metal case out there
and I don't know what's in it.
I imagine you don't want to find out,
so I figure if you and I had a talk...
You'd make me see the light.
If you don't call the General, you're as good as dead.
I've already been a lot of things
worse than dead in my life, Doctor.
You better have more than that to threaten me with.
SELF: Come on, Mike, she's okay.
He's a professional killer.
Don't worry, he's locked up.
Let's go.
Come on, let's go!
So what'd you do with Roland's body?
Roland?
He's been, uh, reconfigured
and given a permanent resting place.
Good. Take his bowling shirts
and the rest of his crap with you when you leave.
Come on, Linc, the guy died.
He died a punk! He ratted us out, Bellick.
SELF: You guys, you deal with the matter at hand.
MICHAEL: Assuming these pages are correct,
and there's no way of knowing that they actually are...
we follow this basement hallway through the boiler room to here.
There's some kind of elevated walkway.
We follow that to the end,
and we've covered most of the distance
between GATE and the Company's headquarters.
What's this thing at the end of the walkway?
I don't know. Whistler marked it with an "X"
so I'm thinking it's some kind of wall or serious impediment.
That's why we're going down there prepared.
Tools, thermal lances, sledgehammers...
Okay, so we get through that wall...
what's on the other side?
MICHAEL: Again, I don't know.
It's because Gretchen has the rest of the pages.
But once we're through this location,
we can't go any further until she gives them back.
What's her game in all this?
I mean, if she wants the Company to go down,
she should just give us the pages.
Look, we're going to deal with Gretchen
when the time is right, okay?
You guys need to go to GATE and get started.
I'm going to stay here with Wyatt
and make sure we get what we need.
No more dawdlin' now.
Move your ass.
High gear, gentlemen, high gear.
My boss will be here any minute.
I assume I don't have to mention that discretion is paramount.
In other words, silence is golden.
You just make sure you stay in your office
and you keep other people out.
Oh, I'll stay in my nice,
air-conditioned office, Pretty.
And you can crawl down into your little hole now.
Go on.
Go ahead, crawl.
(speaks Spanish)
WHITE: Cole? What the hell is going on here?
Mr. White, are you back already?
-How are you? -Fine, until I found a resignation fax
waiting for me from Andrew Blauner.
A resignation?
Yeah, I can't get him on the phone,
I reached out to his fiancée,
she hasn't seen or heard from him.
She's worried sick.
He's probably on a bit of a bender,
just sleeping it off somewhere.
Blauner? He's a Boy Scout.
None of this makes any sense, Cole.
But I'll tell you what,
I'm going to look into it.
Let me know if I can be of any assistance.
-Good morning, Mr. White. -Good morning.
(whooshing)
What is that sound?
(phone ringing, radio playing)
Yeah?
I hope you're having
a lovely, enjoyable morning,
because while you are nowhere to be found,
there is sleuthing going on here
regarding the whereabouts of one Mr. Andrew Blauner.
And?
And if I'm going down for this little homicide,
I ain't going alone.
We're going together like traffic and weather.
Relax, okay?
They'll never find the body where I put it.
Now, where are Scofield and Burrows?
Just doing their end of the bargain.
Which begs the question, what the hell are you doing?
Me?
I'm getting ready for a meeting.
(ringing)
SARA: So, your friends have been calling a lot.
They must be wondering where you are.
That's right.
They're wondering, and the longer they do,
the more danger you're in.
Call the General, and say what they want you to say.
And what? You'll let me go?
No, but Don Self will make sure
that you spend the rest of your life
in a decent facility without the death penalty.
(sighs)
Either way,
if I make the call or not,
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