لومړۍ 200 کرښې.
Previously on Prison Break...
They refer to it as "Scylla."
It's like the company's black book.
What's that? Wireless hard drive that swallows up
any electronic data within ten feet of it.
And the information embedded in Scylla?
If we can get close enough...
it's ours.
If Scylla was like a pizza,
all we got's a slice.
So Scylla isn't one card,
it's six.
They killed my boy.
I need to find out who did it.
Rise and shine, bitch.
Breakfast.
- Hello? - Cole Pfeiffer,
Gregory White here.
I'll see you at GATE first thing tomorrow.
And I will personally hand you
your bonus check.
Sara Tancredi's somewhere safe, isn't she, Bruce?
So tell me, where is Sara?
Los Angeles?
Good job.
MICHAEL: It wasn't a meeting
between two Scylla cardholders, Agent Self.
It was a meeting
between all six cardholders.
So now we know who has the other
five cards.
(boat horn blaring)
Hey. You got anything
off the video?
It's a camera phone 50 feet away.
So, it's pretty grainy.
Still printing.
You ever been on one of those?
Yeah.
I was still drinking at the time,
so I don't remember much.
I'm...
told I was a lot of fun.
You?
No.
Not a lot of yachts where I'm from.
I always kind of wanted to live on one.
I thought it'd be nice to have the ocean as my front yard.
The ocean is
your front yard.
(laughing)
What's wrong with the SS Minnow back there?
Nothing.
You really
want to drop that thing in the water someday
and sail off to points unknown?
Yeah, why not?
As long as it's you and me.
I like the sound of that.
SUCRE: Yo, papi.
We got something.
One day.
MICHAEL: What's up?
Uh, we got a, we got a license plate.
It's a printout from the camera phone.
BELLICK: The numbers are fuzzy, though. The whole damn thing's fuzzy.
Forget the numbers.
What's that next to the plate?
Looks like a sticker.
SUCRE: DMV? That's a flag.
SARA: It's a diplomatic plate.
The Six Ps, guys.
When I supervised 32 COs
back at Fox River-- it was the Six Ps
made it happen.
Can you blow it up?
I need to see more detail.
I'm already on it.
Prior Planning Prevents Piss-Poor Performance.
How about you quit shaking your ass and say what's on your mind?
The second step.
Deciphering the cards.
The break-in. We need to plan.
Agent Self will provide that information.
You worked with Whistler.
Didn't he say anything about a location?
Wasn't that in his bird book?
Which T-Bag has.
If he made it out of Sona alive.
Finding where the break-in is doesn't mean anything
if we don't have the cards.
ROLAND: Here's your flag.
MAHONE: Algeria? Turkey.
Find out where the Turkish Consul is in town.
You know what? Get with the program.
You're up.
Uh, his name's Erol Tabak.
Consulate is downtown.
Yeah, but we can't get into the consulate.
But we can follow him from there.
SARA: Michael.
I'm gonna stay back and work on the video.
Okay.
One day.
One day.
(sighs)
Cole Pfeiffer.
How are ya?
Cole.
Pfeiffer.
P-f-e-i-f-e...
Damn it!
(grunts)
Cole Pfeiffer.
How are ya?
No.
(laughing)
No.
Call me Cole, please.
P-f-e-i-f... e...
Damn!
Breaking down
the captivity of negativity.
That's what we're doing here.
That's what we're doing here at GATE!
And I would encourage all of you to...
Huh.
P-f-e-i-f-f-e-r.
...f-e-r.
P-f-e-i-f...
P-f-e-i-f-f-e-r.
SUCRE: What do diplomats usually do?
Not a whole lot, but they park anywhere they want.
Put this on the dash.
Can we get any closer?
MAHONE: That's our guy.
(phone ringing)
Yeah?
We're copying.
He's got the card on him.
SUCRE: Hell yes.
LINCOLN: That's his wife?
Sign me up.
(trilled beeping)
You lost it.
How?
Dude, I don't know
what to tell you other than you lost it-- it's gone, man.
MICHAEL: We lost it. SUCRE: What?!
How did we lose it?
We're right next to him.
He's not the cardholder.
She is.
We got to get out of here now before we get made.
Come on, go! Go!
You know what we've got in common, right?
What?
We both live in the real world
as opposed to these other knuckleheads.
So that whole prior planning thing
you were talking about,
if you got something on your mind
and no one else is interested, you just run it by me, okay,
and we'll just leave it at that.
All right?
(phone ringing)
Hello?
SELF (over phone): Sara?
Hey, it's Don Self.
Listen, um,
I have some bad news.
Bruce Bennett was found dead
in his apartment this morning.
I'm sorry.
Lisa, come in.
This will be quick.
I know you're on a schedule.
The value of the kip
is at ten right now.
I'll let you know as soon as it reaches 15.
At that point, you'll have to leave immediately.
I have my bags with me.
I could go now.
Don't you have that event tonight?
Yes.
But I...
It's important to keep up appearances.
Not arouse suspicion.
Fine.
I have no doubt in your leadership
abilities, Lisa, but... Good.
Nor do I.
So I won't keep you any longer.
Please... be safe.
(overlapping chatter)
There she is.
All right, do what you gotta do.
Be next to her for two minutes so the device can copy the card.
I'll get it.
Take a seat. Take a seat.
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