لومړۍ 200 کرښې.
MALE NARRATOR: Previously on Prison Break:
(gunshot)
(Veronica screams)
LINCOLN: Did you see the guy in the viewing room?
SCOFIELD: No.
It was Dad.
I know that guy.
KATIE: What is it?
It was fused into Michael Scofield's skin.
KATIE: Where'd it come from?
As far as I can tell, a guard's uniform.
SUCRE: What's wrong?
The blueprints,
the ones we need to get from the psych ward to the infirmary,
they're gone.
(door opening)
Hey, that's looking good.
You're making some real progress.
The plaster adds a lot of weight.
I may have to add reinforcements.
Well, whatever it takes, as long as you get done in time for the anniversary.
It'll be done. Hold this.
You know, the Shah loved his Taj so much
that he built another temple just like it on the other side of the river.
It was an absolute mirror image.
Except it was darker, it was like a black Taj Mahal.
Never heard of it.
Well, that's 'cause it was never completed.
He was overthrown by his favorite son before he could finish it.
Sounds like a myth.
No, it's 100% true.
I think.
Excuse me, Warden. Dr. Tancredi is here to see you.
Thank you.
POPE: Adams, please escort Mr. Scofield back to his cell.
Doctor, what can I do for you?
Actually, it's about Scofield, sir.
Come in.
What about Scofield?
The burn on his back is fairly serious.
He seems to be recovering.
At first, I assumed he was being assaulted by another inmate,
but I found this embedded in the skin on his back.
What's this?
It's fabric.
Came from a guard's uniform.
What are you doing?
I'm trying to remember those blueprints,
what we lost to the burn.
Without them, we'll never be able to navigate those pipes
beneath psych ward.
Any luck?
No.
I spent a lot of time studying those blueprints,
tracing them night after night,
considering every possible route to the infirmary.
It's like trying to take a test you studied for 10 years ago.
(cell gates buzzing)
(people chattering)
PI!
SUCRE: How do they get like that, I got no idea.
I do. Tugging on too many pockets.
She tug on your pocket?
I may be social, but that's the boundary line even I won't cross.
So how about it, Fish? When we rolling out?
One hiccup left, but I'm working on it.
Yeah, and what is that?
Our road map's a little incomplete at the moment.
I don't get it. Why not just go down there again?
'Cause, one, I don't have the guard's uniform anymore,
which means I can't get across the yard or past the orderly.
And two, even if I did, it's a mess down there.
I need this.
You think you're gonna remember it?
Not with you hounding me.
Time to wrap it up. We're going to have you start exterminating.
We're not done in here.
Well, you look done to me.
No, CO, we still got the carpet to do, man.
No, Bellick is going to bring professionals in to do that.
Wants the job done right.
When's that going to happen?
Tomorrow.
We got a real problem on our hands, don't we?
Rug monkeys gonna come in here, tear up that carpet
and that hole's gonna be smiling up at them.
-We'll have to fill it in. -We just dug that bitch.
All we need is a piece of plywood
and a couple inches of that fast-setting concrete on top of it.
The carpet guys will never know there's anything beneath it.
And the night we break out,
we'll just smash through with a sledgehammer.
Well, okay. Let's get on it.
We've only got a couple hours to get this thing done.
Hey, Tweener. You met Avocado?
Yo, what's up?
Lookit. She's just a baby.
Hit road.
Have a seat.
So...
Scofield.
What's the 911?
It's 411, and I don't know, man. I ain't up in his car.
You know, Avocado's looking for a new cellie.
Boss, come on, man, I'm trying to break bread with the man,
but I can't get jack unless I can get to the table.
You know what I'm saying?
Scofield got his own peeps up in PI.
He don't need me.
How long this stuff take to dry?
One, 2 hours.
Fire on the line.
(whistles) This place is sweet.
I heard we're getting satellite.
Yeah, all the porn you can watch, boss.
Good, good.
You know, you girls have done such a good job,
I thought you could use an extra pair of hands on the crew.
(whistles)
What's up?
(theme music playing)
(humming)
Hey, man, look at my brush. It's all sticking together.
Somebody needs to go clean them out.
According to, uh, rank, that would be, uh, you.
What do I gotta do?
There's a hose out by the shed in the yard. You can use that.
Clean those, too.
All right.
Sorry I busted up the party, yo.
Who is he?
For your purposes, all you need to know
is that man in the photo used to work for The Company.
He went rogue.
And how's he involved in this situation?
He's Burrows' father.
Wait, wait, wait.
You picked the son of a Company man to be our patsy?
Did the Company know?
The Company did know. That was the whole point.
How about you elaborate on that?
How about you stop with all the questions?
You are a glorified bodyguard, that's it.
Your job's to be seen, not to be heard.
Is that understood?
How close are we?
C-NOTE: Oh, we're good to go, baby.
Got another badge.
What is this, happy hour?
Scofield? Pope wants to see you.
The rest of you round up, you're done in here.
Hey, CO Patterson said we had till the end of the day to finish up.
And I say you're done.
There's a couple hours of work I want done in the yard before sundown.
Come on, let's go.
We're dead.
We're not. I'll get it done.
It's gotta be done tonight.
I said I'll get it done.
Scofield, Pope's waiting.
MAN: Hey, Linc.
You going to let me out?
No, Linc, just came to let you know they set a new date.
DOC refiled all the paperwork.
Execution's a week from Friday at midnight.
You going to let me out in the yard or what?
Unless I hear it from the Pope himself, I can't do it. I'm sorry.
Come on, man, 10 minutes. That's all I'm asking.
10 minutes.
I'm sorry.
Some guy just walks into the courtroom,
drops off some medical records,
Lincoln gets a stay of execution,
then "poof," he disappears into the cold.
Who do you think it could be, some anti-death penalty fanatic?
Oh, come on, in this case, I doubt it.
VERONICA: But without a name or a paper trail,
we got no way of getting to him.
So once again we have nothing.
I wouldn't exactly call a two-week stay nothing, okay?
It's more than we had yesterday.
Can I ask you a question?
Do you really think that you're going to get to the bottom of this?
That they'll let you get to the bottom of this?
These guys don't exist.
You go after them with the law,
and they'll just use it against you.
We're doing the best we can, okay?
Law's the only way we're going to bring them to justice, LJ.
They gunned my mother down, man.
You think I give a damn about justice?
I want them. I wanna do to them what they did to me.
Oh, come on, LJ.
It's for the courts to decide, not us.
Look, they're going to slip up, okay?
They're going to leave a piece of evidence that can't be refuted.
And we're going to be waiting to nail them when they do.
Maybe they already slipped up.
Up at the cabin, at the well.
Quinn.
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