لومړۍ 200 کرښې.
NARRATOR: Previously on Prison Break:
How does a simple fisherman
know so much about the Company?
You gonna do this or not?
Yes, but once we're out, I consider you collateral.
Lincoln causes as many problems as he solves.
He needs to get out of his own way, and I think
you can assist him.
I stay one step ahead,
and you get 50 grand.
What happened?
She came up to me just like you said
and offered me a bunch of cash to talk behind your back.
So we stick to the plan, right?
-Yeah. -Cool.
I found a passport. Who's Gary Miller?
I've been working on a way for us to be together.
James, how-how can I believe you?
How can I believe anything anymore?
(men yelling)
(yelling)
We got a way out of this?
We need some kind of support brace for the tunnel.
Or what? Or the whole thing collapses, and we're buried alive.
No more excuses.
Papa's dead because of this Yankee.
I'll kill him myself if I have to, all right?
He survived the box.
So what?
The guards went after Scofield.
Scofield won.
He's a folk hero now.
Look, I want Scofield dead as much as you,
but not at the cost of an uprising.
Mail.
Who's that?
That's my son.
Bagwell gave the okay. The coast is clear.
We gotta go.
I didn't think I'd see you again.
Once someone goes into the box, it's...
It was a misunderstanding.
They wanted to talk to you about the helicopters, right?
What helicopters?
Were you really trying to escape?
I don't know what you're talking about, and neither do you.
Just so you know, Bagwell's coming with us.
You were gone.
He had something we needed.
I didn't have a choice.
Fine.
So what's the new plan?
Did you tell him?
Yeah.
I am coming with you.
Okay by me.
Everyone hear that? You hear that, lawman?
But you're staying up here.
Maybe I didn't enunciate myself.
The work downstairs requires two hands.
Hey. We need somebody to stay outside in case Sammy returns.
Whoa.
I thought we couldn't dig through this stuff.
The bracing's gonna be tricky.
Unless the tunnel gets the proper support,
it's all going to come down on our heads.
We should have the materials for the braces,
but we'll need a saw to cut them to size and a hammer.
Can you help us out?
Yeah. I can do that.
Two days.
And if not?
Two days.
Guillermo should have everything we need.
You know where he is, right?
I think it's, uh...
It's down this corridor on the left.
Halfway down. Cell 40.
Down the corridor on the left.
Cell 40. Okeydoke.
Are you lost already, Teodoro?
No.
But you are.
This is my room now.
You're done in here.
If you had gone after Scofield today,
all would have been forgiven.
This is suicide.
Shut up, old man!
I'll take my chances.
Yeah. You think you can run Sona?
You couldn't even run shipments from one dock to the other,
but I still keep you by my side.
I'll let you walk out of here
out of respect for what you were.
Come on!
Get the hell out of here!
All of you ready to do this?
Until Lechero gets back,
we should start looking for pieces
about four feet in length.
(footsteps approaching)
(whistles)
I'm running things now!
Anyone got a problem with that...
...come get it!
Good.
First order of business,
a case of rum to the man who brings me Michael Scofield!
(cheering)
(cheering)
Don't worry.
We'll be there with all the cash.
Okay? Gracias.
Osberto. That's who you want to talk to.
This guy on the up-and-up?
The guy I was running things into Sona for arranged this,
so it's as up as it's gonna get for this kind of deal. So, yes.
Osberto doesn't speak English, though,
so how do you want to work it?
I need to meet with Susan.
I'll take Sofia. She can translate for me.
Don't worry about it.
So when I meet with Susan, what do you want me to tell her?
Tell her whatever you think she wants to hear.
Just buy us enough time to do our thing, all right?
Home stretch, Papi.
Listen, man. I want to thank you for everything.
Oh, Linc, please. When we get home, I got your back--
whatever you need, whatever you want.
That won't be necessary.
When I'm back home, I'm a saint.
I'm not even jaywalking.
Osberto. Don't forget.
Osberto.
If Scofield steps outside that tunnel, he's a dead man.
Far as I can tell, we have two options.
We can invite Sammy on the escape...
He can go to hell.
Which brings us to option number two.
You wouldn't last a second in there with Sammy.
Would you?
Then I guess we'll just have to outsource.
I felt sorry for the guy,
but you don't chicken-foot an ex-Delta Force
and expect to make it out alive.
You're Delta Force? Like Chuck Norris?
Norris? He wouldn't have made it through boot camp.
Excuse me a second.
I see you're making friends.
Hey, once you get the hang of it,
this place ain't so rough.
Yeah. Too bad.
Too bad what?
You were right. We got
a little plan going on.
But, you know, if you're putting down roots...
No, no. You were saying...?
We're supposed to be out of here in 48 hours.
Not through Scofield.
You heard the town crier.
College Boy's life is barely worth a case of booze.
Hence our current conversation.
I know how you got your cherry yesterday,
daubing your wraps in acetone,
smothering the guy until he passed out from the fumes.
You do the same thing to Sammy, and you're in.
Chicken-foot Sammy?
Chicken-foot Sammy.
It's all riding on you, champ.
Thank you.
This shouldn't take long.
What are you getting?
Supplies. For?
I don't want to get caught flat-footed again.
You know what that means? No.
Well, these people obviously have a plan.
We're gonna need one, too.
Does that plan include screwing over James?
Is it James or Gary Miller?
Whatever his name is, there's a part of me
that doesn't want to believe he works for them...
because he's the man I love,
the man who went to prison for me,
the man who was going to take me to my first trip to Paris.
I haven't turned my back to that man.
Do I have your word that he's gonna be all right?
Yeah. Now get in.
Do I have your word?!
Yeah, you got my word.
Now get in.
You know what I just found out?
That "Sucre" means "sugar."
Yeah.
So every time I say your name,
I'm calling you "Sugar."
Basically, yeah.
I like that.
Look, I don't have a lot of information.
Which, I guess, that's good news for you, right?
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