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MICHAEL: Previously on Prison Break...
Hey, John, you know, actually about Jesus...
(gasping)
Say hi to Him for me, will you?
It's him.
-Did you see him? -Who?
-The guy in the viewing room. -No.
It was Dad.
Where's your girl?
She'll be at my place in about an hour.
Pretty soon, we're gonna call in our favor.
Have at it.
Boss!
POPE: The Department of Corrections
is allowing you a one-hour visit with your son.
I'll make the travel arrangements.
But I don't want any problems.
(horn honks)
(grunts)
(exhales)
(groans)
You know... (clears throat)
I used to have a, uh, Great Dane, big and loyal.
But when she was 12, she got, uh, cancer, so we had to put her down.
And you'd think it would be this big, dramatic event, but, um...
-It was very peaceful. -(muffled grunting)
(shushing)
One minute she was breathing, the next she wasn't.
MAN: Hey! Everything okay? Need me to call 911?
No, no, no, I got it.
That engine's smoking pretty bad.
Looks like it could go up any second.
I think we're okay, actually.
-You think? -Yeah.
All right, if you say so.
Fine. I think it's going to be fine.
(buzzer sounding)
MAN: (on pa) Fernando Sucre released from Ad Seg.
(indistinct talking)
Cuz!
You're out.
It's good to see you, buddy.
You all can sign each other's yearbooks later. Where are we at?
The map is complete. I got what I needed.
Then we're ready.
Almost.
I know which pipes we need to take beneath Psych Ward now.
Which means our way to the infirmary is clear.
With our new route,
we're gonna come up on the far end of that building.
Which means we gotta walk down 30 feet of hallway
to get to the doctor's office,
our exit point.
Which means, there's only one piece left to this whole thing.
The key to that room.
No sweat. That's all we gotta do is run a bump and grab on a CO
like we did last time, grab the keys, make a copy.
(exhales) It's not that easy. Only the medical staff have those keys.
How're you fixing on getting it then, pretty?
Carefully.
No more surprises this time, right?
Right.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
(theme music playing)
(praying)
-Hello, John. -Michael.
How are you?
(laughing)
Any day above ground is a blessing.
Thanks be to God.
Do you mind? Please.
-Thank you. -(chuckles)
Lot of rumors goin' around.
Yeah.
I'm glad you're back.
I'm surprised you're still here.
I thought you'd be gone by now.
Well, we had a few setbacks.
Still planning on it?
That depends.
How does the idea of escaping sit with the new you?
Oh, the old sinner who was confined to these walls, he's dead.
The new soul deserves to be free.
Well, the old sinner was gonna have a jet ready for us.
Is the new soul gonna be able to pull that off?
Noah had his Ark, did he not?
Let's pray.
I'm gonna need a blade.
Pronto.
-Hit and run? -BELLICK: Yes, sir.
-And Burrows is gone? -That's right.
The officers?
Two are dead, one is in critical.
Do you realize what the media's gonna say when they get ahold of this?
We'll get him back, sir.
Forty years in Corrections, and this is how they're gonna remember me.
This is Kane County. Sheriff Ballard's a good friend of mine.
-He hasn't said a word to anyone yet. -Yeah, well...
Give us four, five hours, we'll find him.
If I don't report this to the D.O.C. right now...
They don't have to know.
You've always been a by-the-book guy, boss,
but this time, the book's gonna get us all fired.
Find him.
The records of every phone call made to and from every contact
in Quinn's cell phone.
Well, we have our haystack. Any idea what the needle might look like?
There must be... There must be thousands of calls here.
But to who? To where?
You know, it's gonna take us forever to go through all of these.
And what if these have nothing to do with Lincoln and Steadman, huh?
What if we're just burning time?
We're just that much closer to the execution.
What's goin' on with you, Nick?
I mean, it's almost like you want to quit.
I don't want to quit.
Then let's get to it.
Dr. Tancredi will be right in.
-Morning. -Morning.
How're you, uh... How're you feeling today?
-Better. -Good.
(police radio chatter)
We got checkpoints up at 171 by Lemont,
at Sage Bridge and at the river goin' towards Romeoville.
According to our witness over there, this new perp was driving an '06 Mustang,
black, dark blue, maybe.
We're not gonna be able to sit on this thing very long, Brad.
This is me, Nate. I need this.
All right. You go back to Fox River. I'll be in constant contact.
You mind if I...
How're you doin', Mr...
Roy Hawkings. Hi.
Where are you goin'?
Uh, I'd like to get goin' if I could.
I'm late for a meeting in Aurora.
-Where you coming from? -Chicago.
Kind of an indirect route to get to Aurora.
I'm not from around here.
OFFICER: 2006 Mustang, black. No ID on the plates.
If any of you get so much as a whiff of anything,
I want to know about it immediately.
Makes two of us, pal.
(laughs)
What do you want from me, Michael?
Sara...
(exhales deeply)
I need you to do something for me.
What?
Wait for me.
It won't always be like this.
In this room, in this place.
Until then, I can't.
We can't.
Damn it.
I can't.
And I gotta go.
MAN: Doors closing!
(buzzer sounding)
Hey, squirt.
Avocado.
How many times I gotta say it? You address me formal-like.
-Mr. Balz-Johnson. -That's better.
I think maybe you and I can work something out.
-Really? -Check it, I got this homie on the outside
and he can put a hundi into your commissary account each month.
It was nice of you to think of me like that,
but you only got one thing I need.
(inmates talking indistinctly)
I need you to get something for me.
Do your bump and swipe thing.
Like I did with the watch?
Exactly.
Yeah, that did me a lot of good.
Guards found out and they stuck me into a cell with Avocado.
So if you want something glommed,
you need to do something for me.
Kill that son of a bitch.
That's not something I can do.
Screw Honus Wagner.
What was that?
This kid in my neighborhood,
his dad had a baseball card collection.
So I figured, you know, I'd swipe it.
I could get some party cash, you know?
And there was one card in there.
A 1910 Honus Wagner.
Doesn't mean nothin' to me, you know. Hoops is my sport.
This card, it was worth $300,000.
So they slapped me with grand larceny.
That's why I'm here.
That's why I'm sitting on a nickel getting turned out like a little bitch.
(sniffles)
A baseball card.
(keys jingling)
Dad?
What are you doing here?
As soon as I heard they granted you a visit with your son,
I knew they'd make a move on you.
I mean, what are you doing here?
I've got a car about 20 miles from here.
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