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MICHAEL: Previously on Prison Break...
I just wanna go.
(sighs)
It's okay.
ALEX: What special talents do you have
that The Company might make the decision
that you are worth more to them alive than dead?
Be careful, Alex.
They will be buried here.
Were you able to find my book?
SOFIA: Yeah.
But there was this guy.
He took it.
He said to tell you that Scofield's brother has it now.
MICHAEL: You're gonna have to break them out of there.
LJ!
Sara!
(phone ringing)
GRETCHEN: You're never gonna try anything like that again.
But just to make sure,
I left you a little something in the garage.
(men speaking indistinctly in Spanish)
(exhales)
What's so interesting out there, other than our freedom?
Vine's alive, so the fence is dead. No current.
JAMES: Yeah? Everyone in here knows that fence doesn't work,
and it doesn't mean a bloody thing,
because there are soldiers out there
that'll shoot you dead before you get within 30 yards of it.
Well, I guess I got a lot of work to do, don't I?
Listen, mate, I get what you're doing with my book.
They hold your girlfriend, you hold what they want.
Countering needs. Churchill 101.
Soon those bastards are gonna ask me
what progress I've made in figuring out what they want,
and I'm gonna say nil,
'cause Lincoln Burrows has the book.
You know what?
Threatening the brother of the guy who's supposed to get you outta here
might not be the smartest move.
I'm not threatening. We're on the same team.
But if we play games with that book,
people who want me out of here will take action against us all.
"I never worry about action, only inaction."
Churchill 101.
Now, like I said, I got a lot of work to do.
(panting)
Linc, you all right?
I'm sorry, man.
Just all this stuff, it's starting to get to me.
You know?
Listen, our situation could change very, very soon.
The grave digger for the prison.
I need you to reach out to him.
And tell him what?
It's all written down.
But we got to get started now.
What are you not telling me?
All these people that have been hurt because of me.
You know, it's...
I'm so sorry, Michael.
They did this, not you.
Okay?
It's not your fault.
(sighs)
Just get to the grave digger.
I feel like we're running out of time.
Sara.
(theme music playing)
I am just a soldier in this war, Lincoln,
just like you.
I did not want to do that.
Can you even comprehend the intimacy
of the mechanics of what I had to do to that woman?
It's horrible!
Now, if you and your brother are done playing games,
LJ will be fine.
If not, the last thing I want to do
is start mailing pieces of him to you.
But if you push me,
and not even that far,
I will.
I'll do anything you want.
Just don't hurt my son.
That's really up to you.
I know the past few days have been hard,
for me, as well.
If you wanna talk about it,
I know what this pain feels like.
I just wanna get your boy out of Sona
and get my son back.
Michael's got a plan.
I need details.
We need to bring someone
who works at the prison onto the team.
-Who? -The grave digger.
Get it done.
Lincoln, I'm gonna need that book.
The Company did handwriting analysis on the one you gave me,
and yours hasn't changed since high school.
Just soldiers, Linc.
Different armies, but soldiers just the same.
(indistinct chatter)
(music playing over stereo)
Nice.
I was the best in my school.
MICHAEL: All-girls?
(chuckles) Kiss my ass, bro.
Twenty bucks says you can't do that again.
-Bet. -MICHAEL: Wait.
Adjust for wind.
Shut up.
It's just a bit outside.
Hey, bro, you know I don't have that kind of verde lying around.
It's gonna take a while.
Well, the thing is, I don't have a while.
-So, unless-- -No, no more favors.
All right.
Can I borrow that cross of yours?
I'll take it in trade.
My dad gave me this.
Besides, it's not even real gold.
That's why I need it.
Look, I'll give it back, okay?
It's just a loan.
Come on. I gotta go.
This time, I wanna know why.
-(crowd cheering) -(whistle blows on TV)
It's light again.
Somebody's getting fat off of everything I built
while I rot in here.
Don't get upset, patron.
I only have a few more hours.
Let's be nice.
(electricity crackles)
(glass clinking)
This motherless bitch.
(men chattering indistinctly)
(gasps)
-MICHAEL: Alex? -(Alex gasps)
-You just get here? -Yes.
Listen, I've been thinking about our little talk,
and, uh, you're in.
I'm in. Okay.
Just like that? Right.
I really don't have a choice, do I?
-What's the plan? -I'm working on it.
Meanwhile, I could use your help.
What do you need?
A black felt-tipped pen.
-A pen? -Yeah.
Why?
Some documents that need altering.
I'll explain it to you later, but right now, I need that pen.
Okay?
Yeah.
And I'll tell you what else I need.
I need you to get your act together.
I need you to bring yourself under control,
because you're attracting attention,
and that we don't need.
I'm under control.
Of course you are.
MAN: This is what happens when a system is overloaded.
See? Look.
-Son of a... -Power is out.
Fix it.
I'm a truck driver.
(man laughing)
Hey, Alex.
Hey, glad I found ya.
Just wanted to see how you're holding up in here.
Just dandy.
Yeah, well, I've been having a tough time of it myself.
And I was figuring, it shouldn't be that way for us,
seeing as how we're the only lawmen here in Taco Hell.
Hey, whoa, hang on a second there, Alex.
You and me, we were a team
on the outside, remember?
I was your dog,
and I still got a lot of bark left in me.
I'm busy, Brad. What do you want?
You and Scofield,
you're up to something, right?
You can tell me, one badge to another.
I can help.
Do you have a black felt-tipped pen?
Not on me.
Then you can't help me.
-I know. -You know what?
I know you're trying to escape from here
with that man, Scofield.
-Sweetheart-- -Please, don't lie to me.
Lincoln Burrows, he told me everything.
(sighs)
There are some very powerful people that want me out of here.
And they want those brothers to get me out.
-Why? -I'm not sure.
Has something to do with a charter I did in Seattle.
What I do know is their end game
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