Prison Break

Previously on Prison Break...

The strikes are getting closer.

We got a day, maybe two, tops,

- to get out of this hole. - Desperate times, desperate measures.

- Michael's reaching out to us. - We got to get help. A woman named Sheba.

Your brother speaks in riddles, does he?

ISIL. We're gonna get stopped.

Why don't we forget each other ever existed.

Beauty's not so easily forgotten.

Friends in high places, Bagwell.

I can equip you with a fully articulate prosthetic.

- Who's behind this? - Nobody.

- This is Kaniel Outis. - Okay, but you and I both know

- who Michael Scofield was. - We've awoken something,

something people are trying to hide about Michael.

Jacob?

That's game theory. You meet people.

You bring them into your life

until the moment

you need to manipulate the relationship

to your advantage.

You agreed to help him... how?

If I could arrange a blackout.

He knew someone who could get him out.

Someone found my father.

It means the escape is on.

ISIL forces are also bent

on freeing their leader Abu Ramal,

known for his extreme views and practices.

He says Bubble Gum Man sent him.

Someone in the prison he hasn't met,

but gives him gum in exchange for errands.

He says he's frightened.

Tell him it's all right.

Ask him if he does Tic Tacs.

He can have the whole lot

if he keeps the messages coming.

Thank you, Tic Tac Man.

Tic Tac, Tic Tac, Tic Tacs.

It's a passage from the Suras.

"And Yusef said to the prisoner:

'Remember me in the presence of your lord.'

"But Satan made him forget,

and Yusef stayed in prison

for several years."

The calligraphy is unusual,

the spacing, the way it's shaped,

like, like spokes on a wheel.

Like the center of Sana'a.

You think his brother sent us a map?

There's a red dot

dotting the "I",

and whatever this is here.

He's trying to give us a location.

A location for what?

The only thing I can think of

is where we're supposed to meet him

when the escape goes down tonight.

Your brother is your business now.

I have to get my family on a flight tonight

- before the airport shuts down. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold up.

We need tickets, too, three of them.

One for me, one for Michael, one for C.

If I'm getting anybody any tickets it's these kids,

not your mercenary brother.

And how are you going to do that without any money?

You're holding these kids' freedom

over my head, is that it?

Sheba, you get me those plane tickets,

and I'll pay for every single one of these kids

to get out of this country.

Something tells me that's what you want to do anyhow.

Careful.

You're accusing me of having a heart.

Out of my way. Get out of my way.

Hmm? Huh? What, you want to go?

Hey.

Keep it together.

You got to have it together to keep it together.

One of those hits us now,

- after all this time, I swear to God... - Nine hours.

Nine hours till we get out, you understand?

It's 1:00 a.m.

We get through today and we're on the bricks.

And then what?

It was four years ago.

All of our plans, the passports, the shop,

everything is probably under rubble by now.

I got someone on it.

What, the kid you throw planes to?

No.

I'm talking about the only person I trust in the world

as much as I trust you.

So, this is it, the spot on the map.

The owner says he sold the auto shop

to an American four years ago

and hasn't seen him since.

You know that American was Michael, right?

Question is what was he using this place for.

Planning his escape.

It looks like his original exfil point

was at the northern border.

Won't be doing that now.

It's ISIL territory.

Mock-ups, passport photos,

disguises.

But it looks like he just wasn't planning on getting himself out.

He was getting Abu Ramal out.

This guy's the enemy

of everything that's civilized, Linc.

That brings me to my real question.

Who in the hell are we breaking out?

Is it Michael Scofield

or Kaniel Outis?

What the hell's going on?

Ramal's men are gonna institute Sharia law.

And that son of a bitch himself is gonna enjoy the show.

We just have to keep our heads down and get through this

so we can get out tonight.

No. No, don't let them take me!

No!

- Sorry. - No!

Ramal!

Get back. Just let him go.

Ramal!

What are you doing?

- Stay out of this. - No.

The escape is tonight.

If you want to get out, you need me and you need him.

Get to the point.

Let him go, Ramal.

Then I'll do it.

Do not touch him.

Get back, dog!

There will be no killing in this prison.... Understand?

He's tried to contact her before.

Only difference is he succeeded this time.

It's smart... going through the boy.

Ask a question?

Why are we pulling our punches with this woman?

I got sent to her house a couple of days ago,

started spilling blood, but I'm just supposed to stop

before I start spilling hers.

How's that work?

You'll get used to Poseidon's game.

It's all chess.

It's a performance.

A performance designed to make Outis reach out to her.

Now all we got to do is listen in,

find out what his plans are.

And she doesn't know it.

She's the one that's going to lead us to him.

They said I can go in the morning.

Your femoral artery was severed.

That's not something you usually just get up and walk away from.

Hey, they gave me the okay.

They're the doctors on this one, not you.

And I'm going full mental in here, so I'm gonna go.

Okay. How about this?

When you are discharged,

why don't we go up to your parents' lake house?

I'll just pick you up with Mike and we'll go.

Mmm.

You don't want to be in the house, do you?

Somebody comes into your house

and shoots up your husband and they're still out there.

No.

What?

No, it's just something you do with your nose

when you're determined.

- With my nose? - It's subtle.

- I mean, it's really subtle. - Better be.

The face is amazing.

I mean,

the tiniest detail, less than a millimeter,

differentiates everything.

An emotion on one person can be...

so troubled

and on another...

so beautiful.

You're not trying to get somewhere, are you, Mr. Ness?

Yes, actually,

I am.

Hello there.

I come as a compatriot, Sara.

Get out of my way or I'll scream.

Last thing I want.

For your information,

I know about Kaniel Outis.

Tell me what you know.

The day I hit the bricks from Fox River,

someone named Outis,

out of the goodness of their soul,

unsolicited, pays for this modern prosthesis.

What's that?

A million bucks? Why would anyone

come out of a pocket for a wretch like me,

a penny, much less a million bucks?

Yeah, if you're coming to me for answers, I don't have any.