The first 200 lines.
NARRATOR: Previously on Prison Break:
What the hell are you doing?
You know I have what you need
and I'll give you the rest
after I know that Sofia, LJ--
they're all safe.
STOP!
My book... my book!
OFFICER: Get up!
What is this place?
Where we're gonna make the exchange-- on our terms.
LINCOLN: An abandoned warehouse five miles down the road.
Be there in 20 minutes with my son.
They must've closed all the roads out of Panama.
Papa, what do we do?
LINCOLN: Whistler still pretending he's a fisherman and all this?
MICHAEL : Well, if he's not a fisherman, what is he?
I don't care what he says!
I don't know anything about this Michael Scofield guy!
You sure you don't want to change your story... Fernando?
I guess this is where I say good-bye.
(glass shattering)
Hey! My truck!
No!
What are we gonna do now?
(engine revving, tires squealing)
(tires screeching, horn blaring)
(horn honking)
(horn blaring)
(horns blasting)
(tires squealing)
(horn blaring)
(tires squealing)
(horn blaring)
(panting)
(door chimes jingling)
Do you have a cell phone?
Please.
It's my daughter...
Gracias.
(panting)
(phone rings)
I lost them. You need to come and pick me up.
Where are you?
(groans)
Let me guess.
If anything happens to him...
That depends, doesn't it? (groans, coughs)
SUSAN B.: I'm at the warehouse, like you said.
Where are you?
Chasing your buddy-- where do you think I am?
Why don't you get back here.
I have LJ and Sofia. I'm ready to do the exchange.
I'll call you back. What?!
(gasping) The plan's shot.
She's already there. All right. So now what?
It took me two weeks to hook up that warehouse.
We'll figure something out.
I can fix this. That's what I was trying to do.
You were calling them to pick you up.
So no one else would get hurt!
You really think I would put anyone's life at risk?
You already have.
(sirens approaching)
I-I can't go back to Sona, Papa!
I can't!
ALPHONSO: You're not going back to Sona.
(officers speaking Spanish)
(indistinct radio dispatch)
A couple of questions
and you'll be on your way.
We're looking for
four escaped convict from Sona.
Have you seen any of these men?
No...
Sorry. I don't recognize any of them.
You sure?
Pull over up there.
We're going to have to inspect your car.
But I though you said--
--I know what I said.
Now pull over.
(breathes weakly)
Do you want some water?
Or do you want to tell me where Michael Scofield is?
I don't know where he is.
(annoyed sigh)
You know, from the first day you started here,
I knew there was something off about you.
I guess I just know a con when I see one, huh?
Maybe you'll get to be Employee of the Month.
(speaks Spanish)
(phone rings)
I'm waiting.
There's been a change in venue.
Oh, well, well, well.
I finally get to talk to the brains of the outfit.
We're at the Plaza de Francia.
So you're thinking public place, safety in numbers,
plenty of witnesses to protect you.
I'm thinking public place, wanted men, police,
lots of witnesses to identify you.
Plaza de Francia. Ten minutes.
Be alone.
Round everyone up.
(inmates clamoring)
It's anarchy in here! We gotta hide!
I gotta-- I gotta help him.
BELLICK: He's the most hated person in here.
If we start rubbin' elbows with him again, then we're gonna...
He gave me a home!
He gave me third-degree burns down my back!
He can go to hell!
I owe him this much.
You don't want to help, then don't.
Get out of here! Shoo fly, ciao!
(angry grunt)
(groaning)
Just a few more steps, patrón, a few more.
Then it's home, sweet home...
(glass shattering in back room)
(rioters shouting in distance)
(objects clattering in back room)
Hey!
(weak, raspy): This is my house!
(laughs)
Whoa! Whoa!
Easy, now.
Get out!
Come on now.
(coughing)
(gasping, groaning weakly)
He's gonna get us killed.
He's gonna get us out of here.
(horns honking)
(Spanish song playing)
Buenas.
What can I get you?
Club soda.
You been to Panama before?
First time.
What did you do back, uh, in the States?
I-I'm in sort of a transitional period right now.
In between jobs.
Oh. Sorry to hear that.
Yeah, we've all been there.
I'm sure something will come up before long.
I'm hoping it's right around the corner.
(Sucre grunting, huffing)
Here.
You won't be needing this anymore.
What's this for?
You're gonna give me some real information on Michael Scofield,
or it's gonna be your funeral.
I don't know where he is.
I don't know how to reach him, I swear.
(gun cocking)
Well, which one is it gonna be, papi?
(indistinct, lively chatter)
Hello, Gretchen.
Where's Whistler?
Over my right shoulder.
You know, you're the first to ever break out of Sona?
Where are they?
Bring them out.
I've worked with a lot of intelligent people
in this business, Michael, but you...
Maybe you wouldn't have to worry about the Company trying
to kill you if you were on their side.
They certainly pay well.
SUSAN B.: There they are.
Give me Whistler and I will give you LJ.
Hey.
If you move, you're dead.
AGENT (over radio): Wait for hand-off.
Roger that.
SUSAN B.: What the hell is he doing? AGENT: I've lost him.
This is not the point of the exchange.
This is just a confirmation
that everyone's still alive.
They're alive. Let's trade.
You'll get a call in five minutes
telling you where to go next.
And when the exchange is over
and LJ is safe,
you and I are gonna spend some quality time.
When the exchange is over,
you'd better run for your life.
Open it.
Remove the tarp.
I think I would have noticed if
someone had climbed on my truck--
Do I have to repeat
everything I say to you?
Remove the damn tarp
or we will impound the truck.
It's fertilizer.
Just get out of here.
Go.
(tapping)
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