Prison Break: The Final Break

You ready?

Didn't think I'd be this nervous.

Now or never.

All right, papi. Let's do this.

He's over there.

You must be Michael.

Your friend Fernando tells me you could use my services today.

Very much so.

And I assume that's the other half of your team.

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

It's my understanding you'd like to keep this simple?

We've never actually managed to keep anything simple.

You can try.

Well, let's begin then, shall we?

Family and friends, we gather here to celebrate the union

between Michael Scofield and Sara Tancredi.

Hey, papi. This one has Puerto Rican blood in her, I think.

Look at her.

Sorry to break up the party.

What the hell's going on?

We have an arrest warrant.

What? Wait, wait, wait.

Talk to Agent Paul Kellerman in DC. We settled this with the Feds.

We settled this with the Feds weeks ago!

Sir, back up.

We were exonerated. Sir.

We were exonerated! Back up!

We're not here for you. We're here for her.

She didn't do anything. She wasn't involved.

Don't make this escalate.

Sara Tancredi, you're under arrest for the murder of Christina Hampton.

What? She didn't kill anyone!

Funny, surveillance camera footage says different.

Michael.

Please. Right this way.

Michael. Michael. Second car, please.

Second car. What's going on?

Back up, please.

They're not gonna let me see her.

Why did Kellerman send you if you can't do anything?

They're trying to break both of you.

Look, she has a constitutional right to reasonable visitation.

I'll draw up an order to show cause and get it before a judge immediately.

While you're at it, can you argue self-defense?

How?

Anything that might help her is out-of-frame.

Security camera only shows Sara stepping up and firing at the victim.

Pull the trigger, Michael.

Drop the gun!

Misfire.

She worked for the Company.

To you.

To a jury, she's Christina Hampton, technology consultant.

And because she was so good at hiding her true identity,

we can't prove otherwise.

Look, you were all exonerated. It did not sit well with law enforcement.

If they can make Sara pay for it, they will.

How much time is she looking at?

Twenty-five to life.

You, over here.

You, here.

You, here.

This one's yours.

Am I supposed to be in a different facility?

I don't think so.

I haven't been convicted of anything yet.

I'm supposed to be in a jail. This is prison.

Overcrowding and budget cuts, Fish.

This is the jail. That's the prison.

What's up, homie? You need some help?

Got everything you need over there?

Why don't you go help her make her bed?

Don't let them spook you. They just like to intimidate.

They're good at it.

Look, this jail/prison hybrid thing is BS.

Come on, the other one's practically empty.

You can ride it out till your court date there.

Thank you.

Here. This should be a little bit more comfortable for you.

Okay.

What's going on?

You know, at first I couldn't place your name, Tancredi.

Sounded so familiar. Then Hucks here figured it out.

I remembered your pretty face from the papers.

You're not going anywhere, Fish.

This is gonna happen.

Half a dozen guards lost their jobs and pensions at Fox River,

another dozen were put on probation,

after you decided to leave a door open for your boyfriend and his seven convict pals.

And we ain't gonna let anything like that happen again.

Don't worry. We won't hit the baby basket.

That's right.

Look like that welcome wagon ran over your face.

It looks that way, huh?

I just came by to help you get adjusted.

If you need something, I know all these guards.

Most of them owe me.

I appreciate that. But I can take care of myself.

Oh!

My bad.

I don't know what made me think you couldn't take care of yourself.

All right. Well, if you need something, you just ask for me.

Everybody calls me "Daddy."

Special delivery.

You know, all we need is a little cash to spread around the place.

I told you, the government's bruising my assets.

You telling me you can't get your hands on your cash?

I mean, that's the least you could do,

considering you was gonna kill me not too long ago.

Goodbye, Theodore.

You ain't never been incarcerated before

and I ain't never been incarcerated here before,

and let's just say this handicapped con ain't got the juice he had

back in Fox River.

Your pathetic existence here could be ameliorated, as can my life,

all with a little Roberto Dinero.

One of our friends has been apprehended by the authorities.

Looks like we've got a new neighbor.

I'm never gonna get out of this prison alive. I know that.

I want to bring my enemy down with me.

I want her dead.

Either way, it's gonna require capital, capital you no longer have.

My rainy-day fund, you know where it is.

Jonathan, I'd assumed that that would be used for your defense.

It's good money after bad, Joe.

They're not gonna let me out of here, no matter how many shysters I hire.

Get that to our friend in the sister cells across the compound.

Excuse me.

Bad move.

Last time someone touched her they got a cracked kneecap.

You're much braver than I gave you credit for.

Either that or you're amazingly naive.

Why do you think I want to talk to you?

Just saying, a woman in your position might opt for some protection.

Join a prison gang? I don't think so.

Not a gang, no... A family.

They don't call her "Daddy" for nothing.

That's her wife and those are her kids.

Are you okay?

You stay the hell away from me.

I need to go to the Infirmary.

You can't go to the Infirmary without a release form.

I'm having muscle contractions in my throat,

and my jaw is tightening up.

It's strychnine ingestion. It's rat poison.

No, that's that government cheese. You'll get used to it.

If I don't get to the hospital in the next 15 minutes

I will die and my baby will die. Please.

Cowler, why don't you let her go see the doc?

Please.

This is Cowler. We have an inmate going to the Infirmary.

We were able to administer the charcoal lavage in time.

You and your baby are gonna be okay.

You know the strychnine didn't get into my meatloaf all by itself, right?

Well, then, you need to talk to the warden about it.

Then how about talking to me about your face?

Do you want to tell me how that happened?

I caught an elbow playing basketball.

We should discuss your situation.

As I'm sure you've ascertained

this isn't going to be a run-of-the-mill pregnancy.

Do I deliver in here? No.

The day we induce, we'll secure you in an ambulance,

take you to Saint Lucia down the road, we'll cordon off a room.

There'll be three armed guards in there with me when you give birth.

Do I get to see my baby?

You'll have 30 minutes before we take it away.

I've seen this process a dozen times.

After the mothers come back here, the depression is almost unbearable.

My advice, it's a lot less messy if you just think of yourself as a surrogate.

Yeah.

Michael, it's Blue Phillips.

Listen, your wife had an incident earlier today.

Someone tried to poison her.

What are you talking about?

Michael, I need you to focus.

Do you have any idea who might've done this?

Michael? Michael.

All right. Let him in.

If I had a list of all the people who might come to visit me,

your name would be at the bottom, somewhere below

Jesus Christ and Scooby Doo.

Someone tried to poison Sara today.

Mercy!

Only you would be depraved enough

to think that killing an innocent woman and her unborn child

would bring you some kind of peace before your execution.

Sara is with child?

Congratulations.

This is like the 4th of July and Christmas day rolled into one.

I'm asking you, father to father, to leave her alone.

You can kill me if you want to kill me. I'll trade my life for hers.

But leave Sara alone.

Michael, if you were killed, your pain would last a moment.

If Sara were killed, your pain would last the rest of your life.

Now, that's got to be appealing to whoever put out this hit.

But don't worry, Michael,

if I find out anything I'll be sure to let you know.

Prison life can be tough.