Prison Break

Michael Scofield:
You kept it.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Kept what?

Michael Scofield:
The flower.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Well, I'm a packrat. I never throw anything out.

Michael Scofield:
[looks around the spotless infirmary] Yeah, well this clutter. It's... overwhelming.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
You should see my apartment.

Michael Scofield:
Woah. We haven't even had our first date yet and you're already inviting me in. I thought you were a nice girl.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Oh Michael, we all know nice girls finish last. [motions for Michael to lift up his shirt]

Michael Scofield:
So where do you finish?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Depends on where I start. Deep breath. [uses stethoscope to listen to Michael's heart beat, and looks up at him. Michael gives her the blue steel and forgets to continue breathing deeply]

Angela West:
[suddenly walking in] Sara, we're backing up out here.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Right, sorry. [to Michael] I'll go get your shot.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[about the rising temperature in the cells] Not that hot? [he points to an African American cellmate] When this guy woke up, he was white!

Michael Scofield:
I thought your cousin was trying to move in on your girl.

Fernando Sucre:
That's my other cousin but thanks for briniging that up, jackass!

Dr. Marvin Gudat:
I can promise you nothing.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Story of my life.

Michael Scofield:
This is going wrong in every possible way.

Leticia Barris:
Crab didn't use! He had a bad heart! If he touched the stuff, it'd kill him. I mean, dont' you think it's the slightest coincidence that he ODed a week after your boyfriend's crime? They killed him. 'Cause he knew things. Things they didn't want to get out.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[Taunting Michael from inside his cell] You in there, pretty? I know you're there. Just wanted you to know that I'm coming for you. You've got nowhere to run. You're trapped in that little hole of yours. Trapped like a pig... [whispers]... that I'm gonna slaughter...

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
I'll protect you. All you gotta do is take this pocket right here and ya life'll be all peaches and cream. I walk, you walk with me. Keep real close now, so no one up in here can hurt you.

Michael Scofield:
[pointing to the inmate who is already holding on to the pocket] I see you already have a girlfriend

John Abruzzi:
This little polka that you and I have been dancing for awhile... as of right now, it's over. Fibonacci. I want to know how you got to him and where he is right now.

Michael Scofield:
It's not going to happen, John.

John Abruzzi:
[nods] We'll see.

Lincoln Burrows:
Now is not the time to be trusting a black inmate, Michael.

Michael Scofield:
Our relationship transcends race.

Lincoln Burrows:
Nothing transcends race in here.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Maybe you're one of them milk chickens, all confused-like? White on the outside, black as tar on the inside. Maybe we ought to take a look at them insides and find out, huh?

Charles "The Old Head" Westmoreland:
[playing checkers and losing] You're anticipating every one of my moves three moves in advance. You're a hell of a strategist, fish.

Michael Scofield:
Do you ever think about Boston?

Charles "The Old Head" Westmoreland:
Sure.

Michael Scofield:
Think you'll ever see it again?

Charles "The Old Head" Westmoreland:
I'm a 60 year old man with 60 years left on my ticket. What do you think?

Michael Scofield:
I'm thinking about going.

Charles "The Old Head" Westmoreland:
Now, there's going and there's "going". Which one do you mean?

Michael Scofield:
The one you think I mean.

Charles "The Old Head" Westmoreland:
[smiles] Three days inside and he's already thinking about turning rabbit. It'll pass, it always does.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
You seem nervous.

Michael Scofield:
I do?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
You're sweating.

Michael Scofield:
Must be the needles. Never really got used to 'em.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Somehow with diabetes and that tattoo I find that hard to believe.

Captain Brad Bellick:
You're the old man's back pocket, are you? I got news for you fish, he may run this place during the day, but I run it during the night.

Charles "The Old Head" Westmoreland:
Bigger things to worry about at the moment. I've been in here long enough to know it when I see it - the calm before the storm. Whites and blacks will be going at each other real soon here. Everybody chooses sides and a lot of guys bleed.

Michael Scofield:
There a reason?

Charles "The Old Head" Westmoreland:
Same reason you don't put cats and dogs in the same cage - they don't get along.

Lincoln Burrows:
It can't be done, Michael. No one's ever broken out of Fox River.

Michael Scofield:
Every single step's already been mapped out. Every contingency.

Lincoln Burrows:
Every contingency? You may have the blueprints to this place but there's one thing those plans can't show you - people. Guys like Abruzzi. You so much as look at these cats the wrong way, they'll cut you up.

Michael Scofield:
Far as the rest of these guys are concerned, I'm just another con, doin' his time. Stayin' out of trouble.

Lincoln Burrows:
You don't go lookin' for trouble in here, it just finds you!

Michael Scofield:
And when it does we'll be long gone.

Inmate:
You best speak with respect, fish. Man kidnapped half a dozen boys and girls down in 'bama, raped and killed 'em. Wasn't always in that order either.

Michael Scofield:
Does this T-Bag have a name?

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[walks up] That is my real name.

[Michael stands to leave]

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
No, no, no please, sit. So you're the one I've been hearing all the rave reviews about. Scofield! Well, one thing's for sure, you just as pretty as advertised. Prettier even.

Michael Scofield:
[referring to PI pay] It's 19 cents an hour.

Tweener:
19 cents? That's slavery, yo!

Michael Scofield:
Well, we're in prison, yo.

Michael Scofield:
It's prison, yo.

John Abruzzi:
[to T-Bag] Sgt. Sodomy, you're up next!

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
[to T-Bag] Are you telling me that there's a hole in Fox River that you don't want to get into?

John Abruzzi:
OK, let's rotate! [to T-Bag] Sergeant Sodomy, you're up next!

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
[to T-Bag] You know, your parents must be so proud of you, man. I mean, hitting the trailer-park trifecta: racist, pedophile, and stupid.

Michael Scofield:
[choosing a ring] That one.

Salesman:
Nice choice.

Michael Scofield:
Thanks.

Salesman:
Platinum. Brushed.

Michael Scofield:
6.25?

Salesman:
6.25. [pause] She's a lucky woman.

Michael Scofield:
Yes. [holding the ring up and looking at it] She is.

Michael Scofield:
[Michael walks in on Tweener rapping in his cell]

Tweener:
Still interested in getting in on P.I.?

Tweener:
Does my momma got big breastesses?

Michael Scofield:
I wouldn't know.

Tweener:
Hell yeah, she does... And hell yeah, I do.

C-Note:
[to T-Bag] Are you telling me there's a hole in Fox River you don't want to get into?

C-Note:
[to T-Bag] Your parents must be so proud. You hit the trailer park trifecta: racist, pedophile, and stupid.

C-Note:
Rough day, huh Schofield? While the rest of us are in here slinging concrete, you got some little girl here to play on your rusty trombone.

Michael Scofield:
You kept it.

Doctor Sara Tancredi:
Kept what?

Michael Scofield:
The flower.

Doctor Sara Tancredi:
Well, I'm a pack rat, I never throw anything out.

Michael Scofield:
[sarcastically] Yeah, all this clutter. It's overwhelming.

Doctor Sara Tancredi:
You should see my apartment.

Michael Scofield:
Whoa. Haven't even had my first date yet and you're already inviting me in. Thought you were a nice girl.

Doctor Sara Tancredi:
Oh Michael, we all know nice girls finish last.

Michael Scofield:
So where do you finish?

Doctor Sara Tancredi:
It depends on where I start.

C-Note:
How come Fusilli over here ain't grabbing a shovel?

John Abruzzi:
I'm handling arrangements on the outside.

C-Note:
Really. So what is that, transpo, paper, what?

John Abruzzi:
Exactly. It makes me management.

C-Note:
And that makes us just labor, right?

John Abruzzi:
Now you're getting it.

C-Note:
You know, management better keep a close eye on the conditions up in here, or labor's liable to go on strike... you feel me?

John Abruzzi:
Get back to work.

Captain Brad Bellick:
'Cause damn if I don't recognize her from somewhere. Maybe she visits some other con... killing two birds with one bone. Catch my drift?

Captain Brad Bellick:
Make sure you take a shower, Scofield. You never know what some women can give you.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Hey, Sucre. I got a question about you and the rest of the Mexicans.

Fernando Sucre:
I don't think I'll be able to help, seeing as I'm Puerto Rican.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Geographical semantics, amigo. I'm speaking about the general Latino population. How is it that a people so historically lazy ended up being such a big part of the nation's workforce?

Fernando Sucre:
The way I see things, it's everyone else that's lazy. Otherwise, there wouldn't be any jobs for the immigrants. The ones sitting at home, collecting unemployment, the lazy ones? It's not us.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
You gonna let him talk about your people like that?

C-Note:
Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Deliverance.

C-Note:
[to T-Bag] You know what? We may be a team in here. But just so that you know: the minute we get over that wall, it's every man for himself... or sooner.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Hey, Sucre. I got a question about you and the rest of the Mexicans.

Fernando Sucre:
I don't think I'll be able to help, seeing as I'm Puerto Rican.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Geographical semantics, amigo. I'm speaking about the general Latino population. How is it that a people so historically lazy ended up being such a big part of the nation's workforce?

Fernando Sucre:
The way I see things, it's everyone else that's lazy. Otherwise, there wouldn't be any jobs for the immigrants. The ones sitting at home, collecting unemployment, the lazy ones? It's not us.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Either way, you still owe me dinner.

Michael Scofield:
Is that so?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Yeah. First week in Fox River, you promised me,if you ever got out of there, you'd take me to dinner.

Michael Scofield:
Well, maybe, after we wrap this up, we can stop off and get you a burrito on the way back to Pope's house.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Scofield, I don't know what you're used to, but anything short of a filet mignon not going to cut it with me.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Henry, please listen!

Warden Henry Pope:
Sarah, I'm tempted to say, you should've known better!

Fernando Sucre:
I have three words for you.

Maricruz Delgado:
Uh huh?

[Sucre looks over to see police running after him]

Fernando Sucre:
We gotta run.

Michael Scofield:
[pointing a gun at Henry] I just want my brother's life back. I want people to know the truth. I'd give anything for that. I'd lay down my life.

Warden Henry Pope:
Well that's easy for you to say standing on that side of the gun.

[Michael puts the gun on the kitchen counter and turns it over pointing towards himself]

Michael Scofield:
What if I'm standing on this side?

Michael Scofield:
I'm not the man you think I am.

Warden Henry Pope:
Well I have a pretty good idea of who you are, Michael.

Michael Scofield:
If that's true then you already know I never wanted to be in Fox River. I never wanted to meet you, Henry. I certainly didn't want to ruin your life.

Warden Henry Pope:
Yeah, well, you've done a pretty damn good job!

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
You're not saying anything to him I haven't said myself, Henry. I've looked into this. What he's saying to you is absolutely true.

Warden Henry Pope:
I don't give a rat's ass about you or your brother. I trusted you. I took you under my wing. I treated you like my own son. I believed you! Day after day you lied to me. What kind of a man does that?

Michael Scofield:
A desperate one.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
I am not the animal you think you see before you. I am the laws of karma all come down wrong. Do ya' understand?

Susan Hollander:
[shaking her head] I don't.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
What I'm tryin' to say is that... I am the sin of my father.

Paul Kellerman:
Okay, anyway you look at it, there is no light at the end of this tunnel. One way or another, you and I, we die. Your brother too, which is a shame given all he's done for you. I have a sister I haven't spoken to in 15 years, think she's better off for it?

Lincoln Burrows:
We'll make it.

Paul Kellerman:
What is that? Faith?

Lincoln Burrows:
Yeah. That's faith.

Paul Kellerman:
All I see is a black hole. And sooner or later they're going to suck each one of us into it. But when they come for me, I'll take as many of them with me as I can.

Lincoln Burrows:
She must have really broken your heart, Paul.

[they both chuckle]

Lincoln Burrows:
You wanted me dead, Paul.

Paul Kellerman:
Just following orders.

Lincoln Burrows:
Send me to the chair for something I didn't do. All for your president. You were willing to do that.

Paul Kellerman:
Just. Following. Orders.

[while waiting for Sucre in the airport]

Teresa:
I don't mean to burst your bubble but he's not going to show.

[Maricruz looks sadly over to her side and sees Sucre approaching]

Maricruz Delgado:
[smiles] Bubble is not burst!

Lincoln Burrows:
Steadman said you loved her.

Paul Kellerman:
Steadman was a deranged man that lived in a locked box, you don't love someone that loves power over life.

Lincoln Burrows:
Bitter huh?

Paul Kellerman:
Am I?

Warden Henry Pope:
[to Michael] What are you thinking, waltzing in here? You're a wanted criminal! In case you'd forgotten, I'd dedicated my career and my entire life to keeping people like you behind bars!

Warden Henry Pope:
I could shoot you right now and not even think twice.

Michael Scofield:
But you won't. You've spent too much time around prisons to throw your life away like that.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Listen son, no one is mad at you. And this wasn't your fault. I'm the one who should have been looking out for you.

Cameron Mahone:
You weren't even there.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I should have been.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
I am the last in the line of Bagwells. The tail end of the corrupted breed. The Earth, thank God, shall see no more of our generations.

FBI Agent Lang:
With any luck, Franklin's daughter will get sick enough to need help, then he'll show his face.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
You don't have kids, do you, Lang?

Lincoln Burrows:
What's going on?

Michael Scofield:
...I made a deal with Pope.

Lincoln Burrows:
You made a deal with Pope? What kind of deal?

Michael Scofield:
If he came with us, and if we got what we needed, I said I'd turn myself in...

Lincoln Burrows:
WHAT? We don't even know what this thing is! It could be *nothing* Michael! You know about this?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Not until it came out of his mouth.

Michael Scofield:
It was the only way I could think of. You two can still finish this. You'll just have to do it without me.

Lincoln Burrows:
I'm not going to let you do this Michael! There's *no* coming back from this.

Michael Scofield:
[Lift's hand] Stop.

Warden Henry Pope:
[Stops Michael with his hand] No.

Michael Scofield:
What's the hold up?

Warden Henry Pope:
Your brother's right. I wouldn't cuddle a corpse to show you any leniency in this.

Michael Scofield:
[Looks back at Lincoln, despairingly] That doesn't matter. I said I'd hold up my end of the deal.

Warden Henry Pope:
You already did. [Holds up tape] I listened to this. You may have something here. There are going to be a lot of people who wished you didn't, but you do.

Michael Scofield:
[Accepts tape] Listen Henry...

Warden Henry Pope:
I'd go now if I were you. And don't consider this forgiveness. In fact I'm about 10 seconds away from changing my mind.

Michael Scofield:
Thank you.

Michael Scofield:
They don't need us any more!

Michael Scofield:
LJ, is he - ?

Lincoln Burrows:
Alive. They've given us four more days.

Michael Scofield:
Okay. Good. [Turns away]

Lincoln Burrows:
[Calls after him] Listen, back at the exchange point, I saw three body bags. You, me and LJ, we weren't getting out of there alive. It's the last time I get caught flat footed.

Michael Scofield:
Do what you gotta do Linc. As long as I take care of my end, right?

Lincoln Burrows:
Michael, I know you're angry with me about Sara but...

Michael Scofield:
You lied.

Lincoln Burrows:
I *had* to lie.

Michael Scofield:
Your son is my nephew, and there is nothing I wouldn't do for him. But apparently you thought... apparently you think I only care about myself...

Lincoln Burrows:
I know you don't care about yourself, but - you cared about Sara. You loved her. And I'm sorry. But LJ is my son, I - I couldn't let anything happen to him, you know that!

Michael Scofield:
You used me, Linc. So I guess you and the company have something in common.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[upon learning that Manche is now included in the escape] What are we, the A-Train? Everyone gets to ride with us?

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Wooh! Looks like a Bank of Africa wasn't allowing any withdrawals.

Jesus:
You ever heard of a gentlemens' game?

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Yes I have, but this ain't it. You wanna borrow some money, ask your boys. but I'm in here to make money bro.

Jesus:
[to C-Note, during the kitchen card game] What you got?

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[C-Note lays down a full house] A full house. That's a concept a Mexican should be quite familiar with, hey Jesus?

[C-Note has just won several rounds of Poker]

"Ping-Pong":
Does it hurt?

C-Note:
What?

"Ping-Pong":
The horseshoe up your ass.

Michael Scofield:
Haywire, do I look even vaguely familiar to you?

Charles "Haywire" Patoshik:
[pauses] Are you the guy who stole my toothpaste?

Charles Westmoreland:
Outliving your wife is bad enough. Outliving your daughter? No man should have to endure that.

Trumpets:
This is about staying true to your own kind.

Benjamin "C-Note" Franklin:
You know what, man? I can have tea with the grand wizard of the KKK if I want, and I still got my money. You got that, old boy?

[Geary has just been fired for misconduct, and Bellick is giving him snide looks]

C.O. Geary:
Don't look at me like I'm some con. You're as crooked as scoliosis!

Captain Brad Bellick:
[smirks] I don't get caught.

Manche Sanchez:
[to Michael Scofield] Ready to get out of this aquarium, Fish?

C-Note:
[talking about Michaels cell] I'll double what you get.

C.O. Geary:
I'm getting 250.

C-Note:
500. Ain't no problem.

C.O. Geary:
I ain't talking cigarettes and extra chocolate desserts here, I'm talking green paper with dead white guys on it.

C-Note:
I said: Ain't no problem.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
We got us a problem. Mojo's moving into Scofield's cell. And That ain't all. He was bitchin' about the toilet so Geary's putting in a work order. They move that toilet...

Charles Westmoreland:
They find that hole.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
We are all screwed

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
How much Mojo promise?

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
$200

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Oh Gomer. See you had me scared there for a minute.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
When I play cards it ain't gamblin'.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Looks like the Bank of Africa wasn't allowing any withdrawals.

Michael Scofield:
My brother gave me a baseball bat for my 14th birthday. I owed him.

Coyote:
You're a better man than I am.

Michael Scofield:
Time will tell.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I don't know anything about any of this!

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
Really? Then why did you give your father the file on Lincoln Burrows? Why did you open the door for Scofield and help him escape? Why did Scofield send you those coded notes? Why did you come to New Mexico to meet him? Don't try to float a babe in the woods routine by me, it's really gonna piss me off. So, come on. [Sara doesn't say anything. Kellerman grabs Sara's head, forces her into the tub of water, and holds her down]

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
[answering phone] Yeah?

Pam Mahone:
It's Pam. What's going on?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
...I just wanted to say hey.

Pam Mahone:
Well... are you alright? You said it was important.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Look, I know things got kinda ugly towards the... you know, the end... I got ugly. But I want you to know that, that there were circumstances that, uh... it was better that you and Cameron, that you were not with me.

Pam Mahone:
Why are you telling me this now?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
If I had to do it all over again, I'd do it different, you know. We'd still be a family. I'd give anything for that. I just wanted you to know.

Pam Mahone:
Alex, what's going on?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Nothin', I just wanted to call to say that I'm just... that I'm sorry, about everything.

Pam Mahone:
Where are you right now? I can come get you.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Wouldn't that be nice, huh?

Pam Mahone:
No, I'm serious. Where are you?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
One more thing. If you hear anything in the media...

Pam Mahone:
What are you talking about?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I love you. Give Cam a kiss for me, ok? [he hangs up the phone and is very distraught]

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
[to Sara] There is one thing about me that should mean a great deal to you right now: I am reasonable. If you tell me what you know, you get to go.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
It is amazing what you can pick up at an army-navy store...

Roy Geary:
All that torture stuff, that was Bellick's idea. And if you ask me, he took the whole thing way too far. Why don't I give you half of the money and call it a day. All right! 60-40. Come on T. We can deal! [T-Bag has a long stare at Roy, then comes at him with a champagne bottle]

Lincoln Burrows:
I'll see you soon, I promise.

LJ Burrows:
Isn't that the same thing your dad told you?

Lincoln Burrows:
Yeah, but I mean it.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
[after binding Sara] So as you can see, hi my name is not Lance, and I am not an addict.

Store clerk:
Must do quite a bit of fishing.

Michael Scofield:
Yeah, a lot of fishing. And a whole lot of catching.

Aldo Burrows:
It's about corporate interest taking over the government. Buying elections, fighting wars, people dying so they can turn a profit. We're trying to stop it.

Lincoln Burrows:
What are you, a bunch of spies?

Aldo Burrows:
Just a handful of senators, congressmen, people like me that once worked for The Company. People willing to expose the president for what she is - a shill, working for these corporations. We bring her down, we bring them down.

Lincoln Burrows:
What's it got to do with me?

Aldo Burrows:
Because the way we're gonna bring her down is also what we're gonna use to set you free.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I don't know where Michael is.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
This is not about Michael; this is about your father. He left Washington with something that didn't belong to him, and we need it back.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
And you killed him for it?

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
I didn't, no. For what that's worth. But I hope that his death properly illustrates the magnitude of the situation that we're in right now. So, where is it?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I don't know what you're talking about.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
Where is it?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I don't know what you're talking about.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
Where is it?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I don't know what you're talking about.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
Sara, there's a next step involved in this. And you don't want to experience that.

[dead agent's cell phone rings, Lincoln picks it up]

Aldo Burrows:
Lincoln, don't! [he answers the phone]

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
Is it done?

Lincoln Burrows:
You are.

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
Lincoln Burrows.

Lincoln Burrows:
Your man's dead. Just like anyone else you send to take out my son.

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
We want you. This isn't about L.J. There's a very simple way for all of this to end.

Lincoln Burrows:
I'll tell you how it's gonna end - me staring your dead eye with my hand around your throat.

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
You don't even know who I am. [hangs up phone]

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Can you open the gate? And I need a new vehicle.

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
There's something you should know about me. I don't like being out in the field. I only do so when there's been a screw up. I'm out in the field, Alex.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Then why don't you open the gate and you can hurry back to D.C. before your shoes get dirty?

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
We have a lead as to where Burrows will be meeting up with his brother. It's a place he referred to as Bolshoi Booze. That mean anything to you?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Yeah it's one of a hundred tattoos on Scofield's body.

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
What does it mean?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I don't know yet.

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
You'll need to figure it out within the next couple of hours. If Scofield and Borrows cross the border they'll be out of your jurisdiction. And you'll be of no further value to us.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Open the gate.

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
So you can do what? I wanna hear it, straight from the mouth of the guy who was supposed to be our closer.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I'll get Scofield. And Burrows. And all the rest of them. And then me, and you, and Kellerman, we're gonna part ways.

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
I just hope you're properly motivated. [he opens the gate] 'Cause as long as you do your job, we forget about Shales.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
Drowning is horrific, don't get me wrong. But once you give in, you let the water come into your lungs, there's a certain euphoria, I hear. I guess as a junkie, I thought maybe you'd appreciate that. [pause] You did this to yourself.

Michael Scofield:
Bless me father, for I have sinned.

Priest:
How long has it been since your last confession?

Michael Scofield:
This is my first time, in a long time.

Priest:
And what is the nature of your sins?

Michael Scofield:
The nature? I'm not really sure.

Priest:
Deep down inside your heart you know.

Michael Scofield:
Righteousness, maybe? Believing the ends justify the means?

Priest:
And what are those ends?

Michael Scofield:
Saving someone's life.

Priest:
And the means?

Michael Scofield:
I've broken just about every law you can name. But it's not just what I've done. It's what others have done. Because I let them. Because I was doing what I thought was right.

[Bellick makes a cell phone call]

Roy Geary:
[voicemail] This is Roy Geary, leave a message.

Brad Bellick:
You thieving son of a b*tch. You better get down on your knees and pray to God that I don't find you because if I do, mark my words, I'm going to gut you bow to stern.

Lincoln Burrows:
[to Michael] You better have one hell of a plan, Michael.

Michael Scofield:
He's an identity thief.

Lincoln Burrows:
He's a douche.

Roland Glenn:
If Scylla was a pizza, all we got's a slice.

Michael Scofield:
So Scylla isn't one card. It's six.

Veronica Donovan:
[drunk] You know how you can tell God is a man? Shoes.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[to Susan, the lady who sent him back to prison] I think that's where you're right... 'Cause when you sent me here... in this place... with these people... it brought that old dirty bastard right back home! Like there was a candle... in the window... just waiting for me to walk up them front steps. [pause] You know, I'm going to get out of here someday. And when I do... don't think I won't remember what your front steps look like, Susan.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
You know, I'm going to get out of here one day and when I do, don't think I won't remember what your front porch looks like.

Lincoln Burrows:
I lost my keys.

[Michael tosses Lincoln his keys]

Lincoln Burrows:
Where'd you find them?

Michael Scofield:
Four feet that way. [points]

Michael Scofield:
You know what I want? To not have to be the older brother to my older brother.

Lincoln Burrows:
Everything's not how it looks, Michael.

Michael Scofield:
I hope, for your sake, that's true.

Veronica Donovan:
Michael, you are where you are because of your brother.

Michael Scofield:
You're telling me he is where he is because of me.

Maricruz Delgado:
What do you want for the future?

Fernando Sucre:
Would you run if I said you?

Maricruz Delgado:
Would you chase me if I did?

[T-Bag is at Susan Holland's home, talking with her daughter, Gracie]

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Ya' know, math was never my best subject, either. But, uhm, I got through it by learnin' some new tricks. Ya' wanna learn some tricks, Gracie?

Michael Scofield:
They didn't even let her testify.

Lincoln Burrows:
Who?

Michael Scofield:
Leticia Berris, and that cop changed his story a dozen times.

Lincoln Burrows:
What part of 'move on' don't you get?

Michael Scofield:
After Mom died, when it was just you and me, I remember having trouble sleeping, never knowing where you were, but when I'd wake up in the morning there'd be this paper bird, an origami crane, sitting next to my bed and I never knew what it meant exactly, but I figured it was your way of letting me know you were checking in on me. Anyway... I looked it up, the crane, stands for familial obligation; watching out for your own. Maybe it's my turn to watch out for you.

Lincoln Burrows:
What part of move on don't you get?

Michael Scofield:
After Mom died, when it was just you and me, I remember having trouble sleeping, never knowing where you were, but when I'd wake up in the morning there'd be this paper bird, an origami crane sitting next to my bed and I never knew what it meant exactly, but I figured it was your way of letting me know you were checking in on me. Anyway... I looked it up, the crane, stands for familial obligation, watching out for your own. Maybe it's my turn I watched out for you.

Michael Scofield:
The crane. It stands for familial obligation. Watching out for your own.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
That picture makes me look like a sociopath.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
[to Tweener] Are you Catholic? [Tweener looks at Mahone but says nothing] Are you Catholic? [Still Tweener says nothing, Mahone looks at him and sits down] Not much good on it. Lot of guilt. But the one good thing is confession. Whatever you got eat in on you, you just give it up. Feels good I have to say, guess is letting it out, letting another human being hear.

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
I have nothing to say, man.

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
[to Kellerman] Last time I checked, you left no shortage of bodies in your wake.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
We were talking about confession earlier and I think I owe you an apology because I lied to you about Oscar Shales. Smart-ass just kept pushing it. I snapped. Right there. [grabs the side of Tweener's neck] That's where I put the bullet in him.

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
I don't care about none of this.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
The thing about that is that forensics will tell the whole tale. Powder burns. The gun was right against his head.

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
Yo, sir. I think we should go back in... [Mahone cuts him off]

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
See that's what's good about confession. You know, because you say something, you get it off your chest and it just goes out there into the whole world and I'm so sorry about this kid because I really hope you understand.

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
Yo, yo. What... What...

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I got nothing against you kid... [Mahone steps back and takes out his loaded firearm, aiming it at Tweener]

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
What are you doing man?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
...but they do. [Mahone guns down Tweener with five bullets]

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
I got nothing to say to you, man.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
What if I told you something, secret nobody else knows. Oscar Shales. Guy I was chasing a few years back. Smart as hell. I kept just missing him. Became kind of a game like chess. Would have almost been fun if it wasn't for the fact that he were killing people all along the way. Bodies kept stacking up and I started to feel that it was because of me because I couldn't do my job, because I wasn't smart enough. Never did catch him, but I did lose it. Saw things when I was driving at night. Bodies. Nightmares to the point that I couldn't sleep. It was a complete break from reality. [Mahone empties pills from inside his pen onto the table] That's what these little guys are for. Keep me in the game. So now you know. Now it's off my chest. Oughta try it sometime.

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
Like I said before, I ain't gonna tell you nothing.

Bruce Bennett:
[to Sarah about her father's death] I know its a shock but we've also spoken to the detail guard stationed outside and he didn't see anyone other than your father enter or exit the mansion since he came back from Washington.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
My father's not a suicidal man.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
What the hell is up with you and Thailand, huh?

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Black-market surgery, anonymous transplant donors, hes dressed like shes. What's there not to like?

Michael Scofield:
This is going wrong in every possible way.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
This is stupid, man! We cannot do this!

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Hat's over the wall now.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
It means we're committed. It's time to go get the hat. We don't have a choice.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Yeah, we do. We can walk right up outta here, right now, man.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
And then what? We are already in the house. Those women are already bound. We have committed this crime. We leave, it ain't gonna change any of that!

Michael Scofield:
Why couldn't it just be a silo, in the middle of a field, with no one around?

Lincoln Burrows:
We'll figure it out, we'll get the money, we'll go away.

Michael Scofield:
Yeah, maybe. I can rob another bank. You know what Charles once said to me? He said there's no such thing as an ex con. Because I used to think there was a way we could wipe the slate clean. Make up for everything we've gone. The hat's over the wall, Linc. For everyone.

Michael Scofield:
[to the women tied up] Sorry isn't gonna mean anything to you right now. But I wanna say it anyway. This wasn't supposed to happen.

Lincoln Burrows:
Since when did we become kidnappers? It ain't right.

Michael Scofield:
We can buy a conscience tomorrow.

Lincoln Burrows:
Yeah, well, closin' your eyes ain't gonna make it go away.

Michael Scofield:
I'll take 5 minutes of a situation I can control over 50 years of one I can't any day.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Hey, Bruce?

Bruce Bennett:
Oh, hi Sara.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I'm trying to get a hold of dad. I need to reach him on his cell.

Bruce Bennett:
He just landed, should be home soon. I don't know if he's gonna be in much of a mood to talk, though.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Why?

Bruce Bennett:
Your father got a call from the White House. They withdrew his nomination.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
What? I talked to him 2 hours ago, he didn't say anything about that.

Bruce Bennett:
It just happened. According to them, his confirmation was going to be a problem.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
We had the votes, right?

Bruce Bennett:
Super majority.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Okay, so, President Reynolds pulled the plug on a sure thing in order to start over from scratch? How often does something like that happen in politics?

Bruce Bennett:
Never.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Why don't you get down in that hole and dig, man.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
How 'bout you backin' up, dark fella?

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
You're a long way away from home, trailer park. I can put you in that hole and nobody'd ever hear you scream.

TV Reporter:
We have security expert Marin Bernard with us who will explain how other prisons are ensuing that they are not victimized by the next Fox River Eight.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Should be the Fox River Seven, now that Abruzzi's takin' his dirt nap. God rest the man's soul, of course.

Lincoln Burrows:
[after hearing about L.J.'s release] Keys to the car, where are they?

Michael Scofield:
Just hold on, ok? You can't do this! Linc! We are 5 minutes away in there.

Lincoln Burrows:
We've been 5 minutes for 4 hours.

Michael Scofield:
Just give me some time. Be patient.

Lincoln Burrows:
You think I give a damn about the money?

Michael Scofield:
I'm doing what's necessary!

Lincoln Burrows:
You're afraid to fail! You're afraid this big plan of yours ain't gonna work out. You wanna get caught proving you can pull this thing off, be my guest. L.J.'s out there. I'm gonna get him.

Michael Scofield:
We have come 1500 miles across country. We have made it this far.

Lincoln Burrows:
Then I guess this is where we part ways.

Lincoln Burrows:
You can still come with me.

Michael Scofield:
I could... I could do this.

Lincoln Burrows:
And if you can't?

Michael Scofield:
We still meet up. Exactly where we planned.

Lincoln Burrows:
Bolchoi Booze.

Michael Scofield:
Bolshoi.

Lincoln Burrows:
Bolshoi. L.J.'s gonna be with me.

Michael Scofield:
You remember how to get there?

Lincoln Burrows:
How could I forget?

Michael Scofield:
Thursday night. 6:00. It's our last shot. Before, uh... um... if we do this right, we're gone. Forever.

Lincoln Burrows:
Lotta ground to cover in 3 days.

Michael Scofield:
Lotta ground.

Lincoln Burrows:
Alright. [hugs Michael] Take care.

Michael Scofield:
They'll be gunnin' for you. They'll get you anyway they can, so...

Lincoln Burrows:
Yup.

Michael Scofield:
Tell L.J... tell him I said there'll be a surfboard with his name on it.

Lincoln Burrows:
Nice. Bolshoi Booze. [at same time as Michael] 3 days. Keep your head down.

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
Anyone who knows anything has got to be dealt with. If someone is a liability, they go.

Captain Brad Bellick:
Let's review. A locked cell, two inmates, one gets branded like a South Dakota steer. You think we should call Matlock in on this one?

Fernando Sucre:
Who's Matlock?

Michael Scofield:
The only way we're getting into that infirmary is from beneath. We're going to have to find another way. [Looks at a building that says Fox River Asylum on the front]

Charles Westmoreland:
[Sees what Scofield is looking at] The Psych Ward?

Michael Scofield:
It's the only building that shares a sub-surface line with the infirmary.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
You telling me, to get to the infirmary we gotta go through the Whack Shack?

Fernando Sucre:
Man, I'm so cold! My hands are stinging.

C-Note:
You know what they say about weather in the midwest: if you don't like it, wait an hour.

Captain Brad Bellick:
My God, you cons are slower than a spelling bee full of stutterers.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Did your cellmate do this to you?

Michael Scofield:
Sucre? No.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Then who did?

Michael Scofield:
This is the part where I don't answer you.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
[Refering to Michael's burn] Your cellmate do this to you?

Michael Scofield:
Sucre? No.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Who did?

Michael Scofield:
This is the part where I don't answer you.

C.O. Geary:
You're as stupid as you are fat, you know that D cups?

Captain Brad Bellick:
So you go so sick of Scofield's smart mouth, that you decided to deep fry him, is that it?

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Wait a minute - why are you changing the plan, man? We're already through that room beneath the infirmary, that's all we gotta do is get through that pipe and we're home free!

Michael Scofield:
There's a reason they replaced it with a twelve-inch pipe, Darwin - people can't get through it.

Fernando Sucre:
You owe me!

Manche Sanchez:
Like hell I do! It's your turn, not mine.

Fernando Sucre:
Miss Mangini's broken window?

Manche Sanchez:
The Terrado sisters?

Fernando Sucre:
Your brothers "lost" El Camino?

Manche Sanchez:
The church collection basket?

Fernando Sucre:
The donkey!

Manche Sanchez:
[Long pause] Yo... we took an oath, bro!

Fernando Sucre:
Don't make me break it!

Michael Scofield:
It's time you made good on all the bad you've done Theodore. Your gonna do me a favour, Lechero has a cell phone and I need it.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Oh shall I turn water into wine while I'm at it? Or give his mother a right good rogering? Why the hell would I do you a favour?

Michael Scofield:
Because unlike your new compadres up there I know who you are, what you've done and who you've done it to!

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Let me get this straight... You gonna tell on me?

Michael Scofield:
This is a deeply religious Country, and i'm betting the good people down in Panama don't take to kindly to rapists and paedophiles.

Michael Scofield:
You wanna bet against me?

Raul:
Mr. Mahone? Raul Darinda. I'm the public defender appointed to your case.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
That's uh... that's great. I've been putting some notes that I...

Raul:
Sir, I have some great news. We got you a trial date.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
That's really... Thank God. When?

Raul:
June 13th.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I don't know... wait, wait. June 13th, June 13th... that was last week. What, we missed it?

Raul:
June 13th of next year, Mr. Mahone.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Next year? How the hell is that great news?

Raul:
It usually takes two and a half years for a non-citizen to get before a judge.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I've got a guy in here. His name is Michael Scofield. And he will testify that he set me up, and that he put the drugs on the boat.

Raul:
Which will all be taken into consideration...

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
A year from now!

Michael Scofield:
[to Whistler] Some very bad people who have done some very bad things want you alive and out of this prison, which is why every bone in my body is telling me to do the opposite.

Susan B. Anthony:
Busy day?

Lincoln Burrows:
Not as busy as I'd hoped.

James Whistler:
[to Sofia] Why would I lie to you? You're the only one I can trust.

Lincoln Burrows:
Michael got the bounty off Whistler's head in two days. That's more than your people could do in two weeks. Show some goodwill.

Susan B. Anthony:
He'll get his goodwill when Whistler's out.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
I think it's time you made good on all the bad you've done, Theodore. You and me, we're gonna make a deal. Lechero has a cell phone. I need it.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
No problem. Shall I turn water into wine while I'm at it? Maybe give the guy's mother a good rogering?

Michael Scofield:
She'd be a little old for your taste, no?

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Careful, Pretty. Don't bite the hand you're trying to get fed out of.

[Lincoln asks Susan if Michael can call Sara]

Susan B. Anthony:
Absolutely not.

Lincoln Burrows:
It ain't a request. It's a dictation of terms. My brother ain't thinking about escaping until he talks to Sara.

Susan B. Anthony:
Oh, that's sweet. I can assure you of two things, Lincoln. One; that Sara's fine and two; you have a better chance at banging me on that bar than you do of talking to her.

Lincoln Burrows:
I appreciate the offer but I'll pass.

Susan B. Anthony:
Yeah?

Lincoln Burrows:
Yeah.

Susan B. Anthony:
Oh, and what if that's a dictation of terms?

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[to Michael] If that phone ain't back on the cradle, we're both dead, you hear me? Cause my Alabama ass is not going down alone.

Lechero:
[to T-Bag] I deny your request. You're going to stay on as my ears. You'll report back to me everything that you hear when I'm not around.

Lincoln Burrows:
One thing you should know about my brother, he's very stubborn. You want him to fetch, you throw him a bone.

Michael Scofield:
[Michael is prepping the escape, Haywire catches Michael in the act] What's your problem?

Haywire:
I got a neuroanatomic lesion affecting my reticular activating system.

Michael Scofield:
What does that mean?

Haywire:
It means I don't sleep... at all.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
[Cut to Fox River infirmary. Sara tends to Michael's bandaged foot] No redness or swelling, so there's no sign of infection. I'm going to keep it on antibiotics for the next ten days. You should be good! [She stands up] Michael you understand by law I'm obligated to file a report if I feel there's been prisoner misconduct. There's no way this injury happened by stepping on a blade in a garden shed. [Michael pulls on his sock]

Michael Scofield:
If you file the report, things could get a lot worse for me.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
They're not already?

Michael Scofield:
Not compared to what they could be. [He looks down] I've made some enemies.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Yeah. Scared? [Michael doesn't say anything] Man enough. Okay. [Michael smiles and laughs softly] Um, here's what I think. I think you are scared, and you wouldn't be human if you weren't scared in a place like this.

Michael Scofield:
When I was young, I couldn't sleep at night. [He finishes tying his shoe] Because I thought there was a monster in the closet. [Sara smiles] But my brother told me there wasn't anything in the closet but fear. And fear wasn't real. He said it wasn't made of anything, it was just [he pauses] air. Not even that. He said you just have to face it. You just have to open that door, and the monster would disappear.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Your brother sounds like a smart man.

Michael Scofield:
He is. In here though, you face your fear. You open that door, and there's a hundred more doors behind it. And the monsters that are hiding behind them, are all real.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
If you want, I could recommend you be sent to AdSeg.

Michael Scofield:
[Smiling bluntly] With the rape victims and the snitches. [He stands up]

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
It would keep you safe.

Michael Scofield:
Thanks. But I think I'd like to face the monsters on my own. [He walks out]

Fernando Sucre:
[catching Michael hiding a bar of soap disguised as a cell phone] Tell me that ain't what I think it is.

Michael Scofield:
It ain't what you think it is.

Captain Brad Bellick:
Open on forty! Scofield. Found you a new celly. As luck would have it, I found him in the psych ward. You were the only guy with an empty tray, so...

Michael Scofield:
Psych ward?

Captain Brad Bellick:
You got a problem with that? Because if you do, please feel free to drop it in my suggestion box here.

[He taps the toilet]

Captain Brad Bellick:
Haywire, get in here! Close it up on forty! Oh, and Scofield? Just a heads up. Don't make eye contact with him.

John Abruzzi:
Got an issue with our little friend over there?

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
I don't gotta come to you. You don't give the green light.

John Abruzzi:
Everything in here runs through me, you know that.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Maytag's in the ground because of that piece of detritus.

John Abruzzi:
So now you want him.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Every day, for the rest of his bid.

John Abruzzi:
Seems you and I have something in common, then.

Lincoln Burrows:
Bellick.

Captain Brad Bellick:
What's up, Lincoln?

Lincoln Burrows:
I want some extra time outside for the next couple weeks.

Captain Brad Bellick:
[laughs] Paint fumes from PI must be getting to you.

Lincoln Burrows:
Cell phones allowed in here?

[he stands up and Bellick takes off his hat]

Lincoln Burrows:
Extra time outside. Couple cigarettes?

Captain Brad Bellick:
Half hour, one week, one cigarette.

[Lincoln nods and walks to his cell]

Lincoln Burrows:
Know a con named Sucre?

Warden Henry Pope:
Why didn't you include any names?

Lincoln Burrows:
Why would I want anyone to watch me die?

Warden Henry Pope:
I've seen it happen a number of ways. Some people want to go it alone, others have grandiose statements that they want to make, but most want some member of their family there before they leave this world.

Lincoln Burrows:
I'll go it alone.

Warden Henry Pope:
Son. In my opinion, all inmates who have made that choice have deeply regretted it in their final minutes. I'll uh, leave it blank for now. You have less than four weeks now. You should give it some thought.

Captain Brad Bellick:
I thought you said you were gonna have a conversation with him.

John Abruzzi:
[holding Michael's severed toes] Yeah, I did. Things, uh... escalated.

John Abruzzi:
[after elbowing T-Bag hard in the face] Ah, he talks too much.

Michael Scofield:
What are you doing?

Fernando Sucre:
What's it look like I'm doing? I'm rolling it up.

Michael Scofield:
You can't do this!

Fernando Sucre:
I'm done playin' your reindeer games, fish. I'm gonna transfer to a nice, quiet cell with a normal cellie. One that doesn't screw my entire life up.

Michael Scofield:
Preparation will only take you so far. After that you gotta take a few leaps of faith.

John Abruzzi:
[Cut to the line heading back to the block. Michael gets pushed out of the line and into a side room by Gus. He looks around, worried] Easy now, Fish, don't make this any harder than it needs to be. [He stands with his back to Michael. He turns around] It's time we came to an arrangement, don't you think? [T-Bag steps out from behind him and looks up]

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[Smiling] You know, I was thinkin' I was gonna cut you bile to stern soon as I laid eyes on you, but a lack-a day, you look so pretty when you're scared, don't you? [He turns to Abruzzi] Maybe we ought to get the love out of the way before we move onto the hate. [He turns back to Michael] What do you say to that, Pretty? [He licks his lips] Hmm? Yeah... yeah, maybe it's time I lit up that leather once and for all. [He puts the shank down on a wall. As soon as he's unarmed, Abruzzi elbows him hard in the face. Michael shields his face with his arm. Abruzzi fights T-Bag off and his group incapacitate him. Abruzzi turns back to Michael]

John Abruzzi:
Ahh, he talks too much. [He grabs the back of Michael's head and pulls it toward him] You and I need to have a conversation. [They walk back into the line] What happened in there was my way of saying uh, I know I've been coming about this whole thing the wrong way. [CO's rush to the room where T-Bag lays] I'm trying to make amends here. Bygones for bygones. [He holds out his hand]

Michael Scofield:
You're a mercurial man, John.

John Abruzzi:
I prefer bold. [He laughs and walks forward]

John Abruzzi:
[They walk out past the yard] Tell me what you need from me.

Michael Scofield:
A trade. You get me a plane, I'll get you Fibonacci.

John Abruzzi:
What do you need a plane for?

Michael Scofield:
I think you know.

John Abruzzi:
I help you, I'm in. You know that, don't you?

Michael Scofield:
I do. [Abruzzi nods]

John Abruzzi:
I just gotta know the exact date and time.

Michael Scofield:
I'll tell you soon enough.

John Abruzzi:
Soon enough ain't gonna cut it. I need to be outside these walls before Fibonacci testifies.

Michael Scofield:
You will be.

John Abruzzi:
He testifies in one month.

Michael Scofield:
Then we'll be out in plenty of time.

John Abruzzi:
If not, you're a corpse. So you'd better cut the crap and tell me the exact date and time so I can start making the arrangements.

Michael Scofield:
I don't know if I can trust you with that information yet.

John Abruzzi:
Why not?

Michael Scofield:
Like I said, John, you're a mercurial man.

Michael Scofield:
Lincoln, we have a problem.

Lincoln Burrows:
How far behind are we?

Michael Scofield:
Three days.

Lincoln Burrows:
I thought you said the margin for error was zero days.

Michael Scofield:
I did.

[Michael has had some of his toes cut off and Sara goes to unwrap the sock cover his foot]

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Okay, let's take a look.

[Michael, crying, grabs her wrists frantically, not able to handle very much more]

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
[Softly, gently] You're okay, you're okay.

[He slowly let's go of her wrists and she quickly but gently unwraps the red sock. Michael sees his foot, looks away and cries harder]

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
What happened?

[taking a deep breath]

Michael Scofield:
Nothing.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
This isn't nothing Michael, I need you to tell me what happened.

[Delirious because of the pain]

Michael Scofield:
Don't make me lie to you.

[She looks at him, alarmed]

Michael Scofield:
Please!

Philly Falzone:
This is what I don't understand, John. Fibonacci fingers you. He puts you in prison for life. Yet you act like you don't even want to find out where he is.

John Abruzzi:
That's not true, Philly.

Philly Falzone:
Maybe it's because you think you don't have anything left to lose anymore. You know, you're already locked up.

[the cellphone Michael had was a piece of painted soap]

Fernando Sucre:
Soap. I lost my conjugals... over soap.

Reverend Mailor:
Can I ask you something? Why have you denied any family or loved ones to be there for you at the end?

Lincoln Burrows:
Why would I let them watch me die? I've already caused them enough pain.

Reverend Mailor:
Maybe it's not about them watching you die.

Lincoln Burrows:
Maybe it's about me watching them live. Is that the final torture?

Reverend Mailor:
No. It's about how you want to leave the world. What is the last image you want to take with you? A stranger?

[to his son]

Lincoln Burrows:
When you get to the end you start to realize what's important to you. Who really matters to you. And you know that leaves you and Mike; you're the only blood I got left in this world.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
The first thing they tell you when you take the job is never to fall in love with an inmate.

Brad Bellick:
Bradley Bellick FBI. Brad Bellick, Federal Bureau of Investigations. Brad Bellick FBI. Special Agent Brad Bellick FBI. Hi there, I'm Brad Bellick with the FBI. I'm an agent with the FBI, Brad Bellick. Brad Bellick, I'm with the Bureau...

[later, after walking into Sascha's house]

Brad Bellick:
Brad Bellick. I'm with the Bureau.

Brad Bellick:
Well I'm no local hayseed cop.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
Hey! Whoever this is, tell Bill Kim that he just screwed up... big time.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
[when Haywire turns to him for permission to jump] It's okay.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
[after Sara tries and fails to strangle him] You get one of those, okay? One!

Brad Bellick:
[about Haywire] Where ever he is, I'm sure he's by himself doing something weird.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
It was never personal, Sarah. War never is.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I need a junkyard dog who's willing to do the ugly things it takes to bring a con to justice. Are you my dog, Brad?

Brad Bellick:
[grinning] Hell damn yeah I am.

Lincoln Burrows:
It's going to be alright.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
If you say so.

General Jonathan Krantz:
This ain't no Alabama coon hunt, Teddy.

Haywire:
I just shared a secret with you. Now it's your turn.

Michael Scofield:
You wanna know what the tattoos mean?

Haywire:
Yeah.

Michael Scofield:
Nothing.

Fernando Sucre:
[Michael is entering with Haywire still staring at him. Haywire is drawing a pattern on his notepad. Sucre rushes over to Michael] I want back in.

Michael Scofield:
Too late.

Fernando Sucre:
[Desperate] I'll do anything you need. You see these hands? They're diggin machines. You wanna go to China? I'll get you to China, Fish. I'll dig like a psychotic rodent if I have to, Fish.

[He gets in front of Michael and physically stops him]

Fernando Sucre:
I gotta be back in.

Michael Scofield:
As of right now, there is no in.

[He looks over a Haywire, who is still frantically drawing]

Michael Scofield:
Van Gogh over there is my new cellmate.

Fernando Sucre:
[Barely giving him a glance] But you're going to do something about it, right? You're going to get rid of him?

Michael Scofield:
[Evenly] I'll do what's necessary.

Fernando Sucre:
[Smiles and laughs, tightly hugging Michael] You my boy.

[Michael smiles too]

Fernando Sucre:
So how're you gonna do it anyway?

Michael Scofield:
Let's just put is this way. Someone's gonna get hurt.

[Sucre looks over at Haywire, who is still drawing]

John Abruzzi:
So what's the problem?

Michael Scofield:
You're looking at it. [nods toward Haywire]

John Abruzzi:
Haywire?

Michael Scofield:
Yep. That's my new cellmate.

John Abruzzi:
That's a problem.

Haywire:
[about Michael's tattoos] It leads to hell! It's a pathway to hell! He's taking us all down to hell!

[Michael beat himself up to get rid of his room-mate]

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Good afternoon Mr. Scofield.

Michael Scofield:
Hello.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
How are you feeling today?

[Rolling up his sleeve]

Michael Scofield:
Well, good.

[Referring to the cut eyebrow]

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
What happened?

[Sits down]

Michael Scofield:
Uh, caught an elbow playing basketball.

[Disbelieving]

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Uh huh. Mind if I take a look?

[Invitingly]

Michael Scofield:
By all means.

[She peels off the bandage and takes a look, obviously at more than the elbow]

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
You know, you're going to get killed in here right? If you're not careful.

[Michael looks at the grate, then at her]

Michael Scofield:
I'll make a bet that when I get out of here, alive, I'll take you to dinner;... lunch... , a cup of coffee.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Michael, this, this charm act could be exactly what is getting you into trouble out in the yard.

[He looks at her and then down. She doesn't understand]

Haywire:
I crapped myself once in junior high. During P.E. We were playing badminton and I knew I would have to walk past the other students to get to the locker room and so I just started walking and I tried to make fun of it, you know, before the other kids did. So I turned around behind me and I said, "look I have a tail".

Warden Henry Pope:
The prison system's a little too crowded for requests based on personality. It's not exactly Sandals out there.

John Abruzzi:
Making any progress?

Michael Scofield:
With Sleeping Beauty back there, or with the digging?

John Abruzzi:
Either.

Michael Scofield:
No. But I know what to do.

John Abruzzi:
Oh yeah? The problem is, you don't got the stugots to do it.

Warden Henry Pope:
[to Bellick] When I retire, I'm recommending you to take my place. Don't make me regret it.

Michael Scofield:
Haywire, have you ever thought of breaking out?

Haywire:
What the hell would I do out there?

Warden Henry Pope:
Putting him in with Haywire is a low blow, deputy.

Captain Brad Bellick:
What? The shrinks cleared Haywire for re-entry into gen pop. Besides, he's so doped up on meds he's like a kitten these days.

Warden Henry Pope:
A kitten who murdered both his parents.

Fernando Sucre:
[With one foot trapped underwater] It's gonna be okay, right? I mean, if you can get eight people out of prison, you can get my Puerto Rican ass out of this, right?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
You know, I understand the reasons behind Burrows and Scofield but these other men, criminals that they might be, there's nothing in their profiles...

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
You've been hired to do a job. The reasoning does not concern you.

Fernando Sucre:
This isn't how it was supposed to go. The whole reason I run along with the break it was to have a life with Mari Cruz and my baby, and now what? Get some toe pay job? Always be looking over my shoulder? What kind of life is that?

Michael Scofield:
You can come with me and Linc. To Panama. Start over.

Fernando Sucre:
As long as you stay here, the more the chances you're gonna never make it to Panama. Now you got your people to think about, your brother, your nephew, Sara... She's meeting you down there, isn't she?

Michael Scofield:
I don't know, we never talk about it.

Fernando Sucre:
But you're hoping.

Michael Scofield:
Just give it a rest, will you?

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
What you suggest we should do?

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
Ever go fishing?

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
Just make your point.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
There's two ways to catch a fish. You cast a big net and hope you get what you're looking for. Or you choose the right bait and guarantee that you do. It's a simple strategy, plays across the board, LJ will lead us to Burrows, Sara will lead us to Scofield.

Fernando Sucre:
This is business, five million dollars worth of business.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
[to Sullens] If you knew anything about a manhunt, you'd be out there running one, instead of hamstringing the men who are.

Michael Scofield:
Once a thief, always a thief.

Fernando Sucre:
You're only just figuring that out?

Michael Scofield:
I let that psychopath T-Bag loose once. I'm not gonna do it again.

Michael Scofield:
We're never gonna get outta here on the roads. We need to find another way.

Richard Sullens:
You have two dead bodies, Alex.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I've got two dead felons, Richard. Now maybe that doesn't play well from a public relations standpoint. But from a public safety standpoint, Abruzzi and Apolskis were by the book.

Richard Sullens:
The shooting of an unarmed kid at pointblank is by the book?

Fernando Sucre:
[while crossing the log on the river] I've heard about these kind of places. They got leeches, you know?

Michael Scofield:
I'll take the leeches in here over the handcuffs back there.

Fernando Sucre:
Look Michael, I understand if you have to keep going, you know?

Michael Scofield:
Just shut up. I'm not going anywhere.

Fernando Sucre:
Look, just think about it.

Michael Scofield:
You know, if I leave, you drown.

Fernando Sucre:
No, I know, but just...

Michael Scofield:
The water level's getting higher, Sucre. How many seconds can you hold your breath, 45? 60? That's how long you've got to live if I take off.

Fernando Sucre:
How long have you got if you stay? How long 'til the dogs lead the cops to you?

Michael Scofield:
What you're suggesting is not an option.

Fernando Sucre:
I ain't tryin' to be a hero or nothin'. We both know there's only two things that can happen now. Leave me here, or we both get caught.

LJ Burrows:
Let me get this straight. You paid that meth head to whoop my ass?

Lincoln Burrows:
Yeah. Feds were waitin' for me to come get you. It was the only way. It worked, didn't it?

LJ Burrows:
Yeah, it got me four stitches.

Lincoln Burrows:
Adds character.

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
L.J. will lead us to Burrows, Sara will lead us to Scofield.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
And how do you intend to follow Sara, when the only lead you've got is an origami bird with an out of service phone number?

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
Maybe it's not a phone number.

Michael Scofield:
We gotta lose the bike.

Fernando Sucre:
Uh-uh. No way.

Michael Scofield:
The roads are sealed. [looking at the river] It's the only way we're gonna make it out.

Fernando Sucre:
I can't go, bro! I promised ...

Michael Scofield:
You're not gettin' that thing across the river. Every minute we spend trying is a minute we don't have, ok? I'm sorry. But we gotta move.

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
What does an origami bird have to do with any of this?

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
Michael Scofield sent it to her. And since your brilliant plan to eliminate Sara Tancredi from the equation failed so completely...

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
I wouldn't say it failed completely.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
There's a dead woman in a phone booth. Civilian. There's a certain number of bodies you can sweep under the rug. The president's rug is getting so full you can barely stand on it.

Richard Sullens:
Alex. Thanks for comin' in.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
You wanna tell me why internal affairs is pullin' me out of the field in the middle of a manhunt?

Richard Sullens:
It's been a while since we've had a sit-down, hasn't it? Not since Shales's escape.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Yeah, yeah. What's goin' on, Richard?

Richard Sullens:
Well, that's precisely what I'm here to find out. [closes office door] You're not getting outta here until I do.

Roy Geary:
First thing I do when we get home: clean underwear.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
You know, even we have to go through certain channels to make sure things appear on the up and up.

[on the phone]

Fernando Sucre:
Hey, Petey, uh, it's me. Listen, I've got something to tell you.

Petey Cordero:
Yeah, well I was wondering when you were gonna call.

Fernando Sucre:
Yeah, a lot has come down since we last talked, and uh...

Petey Cordero:
Yeah, I know, I heard. You ruined it!

Fernando Sucre:
Yeah... Uh... You heard already?

Petey Cordero:
Well brother, everybody's heard, man, and let me tell you something man, Hector is pissed!

Fernando Sucre:
What does Hector have to do with it?

Petey Cordero:
It WAS his wedding. Wait, man. What are you talking about?

Fernando Sucre:
Your bike! What are YOU talking about?

Petey Cordero:
The wedding!

Fernando Sucre:
What about the wedding?

Petey Cordero:
Well, you know the part where you say "I do"? Maricruz said "I don't".

Fernando Sucre:
She did?

Petey Cordero:
Left homeboy standing at the altar holding his spam in his hands, if you know what I'm saying. Hey, what were you telling me about my bike?

[Sucre hangs up]

[last lines]

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
You don't ask questions about us and we make sure no one asks about you. Are we clear?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Yeah. [referring to the Fox River escapees] They all die.

[last lines]

Michael Scofield:
Hello, Don.

Don Self:
I believe you have something that belongs to me.

Michael Scofield:
Come and get it.

Don Self:
All right, let's go. And Bagwell's staying here.

Gretchen Morgan:
You will remain captive in my negativity if you lay a hand on either one of them.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
I warned you not to screw me over.

Susan B. Anthony:
Do you know what I just found out? That Sucre means sugar.

Fernando Sucre:
Yeah.

Susan B. Anthony:
So everytime I say your name, I'm calling you sugar.

Fernando Sucre:
Basically, yeah.

Susan B. Anthony:
I like that.

Alexander Mahone:
[to Michael] It never gets any easier.

Sammy:
[after assuming authority in Sona] First order of business... [holds up a box of Casarica Rum]... a case of rum to the man who brings me Michael Scofield.

Bradley 'Brad' Bellick:
I feel sorry for the guy, but you don't chicken foot an ex-delta force and hope to make it out alive.

Cyrus:
You delta force? Like Chuck Norris?

Bradley 'Brad' Bellick:
Norris? He wouldn't even made it through boot camp.

James Whistler:
You know uh... I am a fisherman. I am. I'm just maybe a little bit more connected than I've let on.

Lincoln Burrows:
I got your back, man. When you get home, whatever you need, whatever you want...

Fernando Sucre:
That won't be necessary. When I get back home, I'm a saint. I'm not even jaywalking.

Michael Scofield:
[Michael has just discovered, during the escape, that the flimsy pipe leading to the infirmary has been replaced with a steel one] It can't be done.

Michael Scofield:
You ever wonder in another life...

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I won't be that woman, Michael.

Michael Scofield:
I wasn't asking you to be. But it is something I wonder about. Anyway, just wanted to be sure it was heard.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Why do I get the feeling you're saying goodbye to me?

Michael Scofield:
In a place like this, you never know which day's going to be your last.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
[finishing cleaning the wound] Listen, I'm really sorry about your brother.

Michael Scofield:
[reaching out for her arm and caressing her hand] Thank you.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[Abruzzi was found with his throat slashed and rushed to the hospital via medical helicopter] Wonder what happened to that boy... Maybe them Mafia chickens came home to roost after all.

Michael Scofield:
If you think I'm gonna leave my brother behind, you have *massively* underestimated me.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[after Abruzzi has been taken away in a stretcher] And then there were six.

C-Note:
[Glancing at T-Bag] As far as I know, it's five.

Sucre:
Worst thing in the world they can do to a man is strap him to a chair like that.

[Discussion over the phone]

C-Note:
You still driving that Escalade?

Darius:
Is Michael Jackson still white?

C-Note:
Haha... You got jokes, son.

Agent Paul Kellerman:
[Reading a list of names connected with the framing of Lincoln Burrows] It's amazing, you've got it all in only... three pages. You know what would happen if this fell into the wrong hands? [pause]... You named me? Right there, along with the rest of them?

Agent Hale:
I got scared, man, that's all it was.

Agent Paul Kellerman:
[C*cks gun and waves it at Hale] *You named me, Danny?*

Agent Hale:
[cowering] Allison's due in one month. [fights back tears] Paul, you and me... we... we've been friends since the Academy...

Agent Paul Kellerman:
You named me. [Fires gun, Hale's body drops]

Michael Scofield:
You kept it.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Kept what?

Michael Scofield:
The flower.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Well, I'm a packrat. I never throw anything out.

[he looks around the spotless infirmary]

Michael Scofield:
Yeah, well this clutter. It's... overwhelming.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
You should see my apartment.

Michael Scofield:
Whoa. We haven't even had our first date yet and you're already inviting me in. I thought you were a nice girl.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Oh Michael, we all know nice girls finish last.

[motions for Michael to lift up his shirt]

Michael Scofield:
So where do you finish?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Depends on where I start. Deep breath.

[uses stethoscope to listen to Michael's heart beat, and looks up at him. Michael gives her the blue steel and forgets to continue breathing deeply]

Angela West:
[suddenly walking in] Sara, we're backing up out here.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Right, sorry. [to Michael] I'll go get your shot.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Remember Pretty, I am serving life plus one. So if I get busted for attempted escape, I'ma throw in a homicide, no problem, that's like a parking ticket to me!

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Maybe them Mafia chickens came home to roost after all.

Warden Henry Pope:
You're being transferred.

Michael Scofield:
What?

Warden Henry Pope:
We're moving you over to Statesville.

Michael Scofield:
You can't do that.

Warden Henry Pope:
Yes, I can. I'm the boss here. This is my house.

Michael Scofield:
Three weeks.

Warden Henry Pope:
What for?

Michael Scofield:
Lincoln Burrows. He's being executed in three weeks.

Warden Henry Pope:
Well, I'm aware of that. What's that to you?

Michael Scofield:
He's my brother. When I knew I was being sent to prison, my attorney petitioned the DOC.

Warden Henry Pope:
So you could be near him.

Michael Scofield:
That's right. Don't take that away from me. Not until it's over.

Lincoln Burrows:
You gonna tell me about the transfer?

Michael Scofield:
I'm taking care of it.

Lincoln Burrows:
You're taking care of it. Sounds to me like you're reaching.

Michael Scofield:
Maybe. A little.

Lincoln Burrows:
A little. You know, I had made my peace with what was coming, then you show up and give me the one thing a man in my situation shouldn't have - hope. Now that's going to be taken away.

Michael Scofield:
Don't do this, Linc.

Lincoln Burrows:
I've got three weeks. What do you want me to do?

Michael Scofield:
[Michael puts his hand on Lincoln's shoulder] Just have a little faith.

[Sara asks about Lincoln and Michael's relationship]

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
You close?

Lincoln Burrows:
We were.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
How about now?

Lincoln Burrows:
He's been abandoned his whole life. Dad. Mom. She died young. And now me.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Think that's why he's here? 'Cause your... your death would feel like it's happening again?

Lincoln Burrows:
I abandoned him a long time ago. That's why he's here.

Michael Scofield:
We're not breaking out of a Jamba Juice, gentlemen.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I'm supposed to give you a physical this evening. Let me apologize in advance for the heavy dose of irony we're about to participate in.

Lincoln Burrows:
It's all right, just doing your job.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Yeah, well letting the State know that you're healthy enough to execute is not why I went to medical school.

Fernando Sucre:
This ain't gonna work, man. Us Ricans? We have very high blood pressure. My cousin? He died from too much stress.

Michael Scofield:
I thought you said your cousin was moving in on your girl.

Fernando Sucre:
That's my other cousin, but thanks for bringing that up, jackass.

Warden Henry Pope:
The thing is, Mr. Scofield is not our problem any more. Seems there was an error in his paperwork. He's going to be transferred after all.

Michael Scofield:
That's not possible.

Warden Henry Pope:
[to C.O] Escort the prisoner back to his cell.

Michael Scofield:
Warden, all I need is three weeks.

Warden Henry Pope:
[shouting to a C.O] Get off of me!

Michael Scofield:
Henry, please! I just need a little time, just give me the time.

John Abruzzi:
You mind telling me what this is all about?

Michael Scofield:
These are the guys we're breaking out with.

John Abruzzi:
I don't think so, fish. That was not our agreement.

John Abruzzi:
[Abruzzi gestures to Lincoln] I'm not gonna work with this... crazy rhino.

Lincoln Burrows:
Keep pushing it, John.

John Abruzzi:
Yeah, I keep pushing it, you know. Huh? What's your deal, man?

Lincoln Burrows:
[Lincoln grabs Abruzzi and gets in his face] Touch my brother again and I'll show you.

John Abruzzi:
Brother?

[Stares at Michael]

John Abruzzi:
Your brother?

[laughs]

Michael Scofield:
We've only got a few minutes. Are we gonna spend them spitting on each other or are we gonna talk some business?

Captain Brad Bellick:
We got a runner!

Warden Henry Pope:
[Cut to Pope's office. Michael huddles over the model of the Taj Mahal] How are those allergies?

Michael Scofield:
Excuse me?

Warden Henry Pope:
In your motion, you cited chronic, um...

Michael Scofield:
Sinusitis.

Warden Henry Pope:
Mmm.

Michael Scofield:
It's not an allergy, actually. It's an uh, bacterial infection.

Warden Henry Pope:
Hmm.

Michael Scofield:
The moist air from the river along the east wall helps keeps me, you know

[he sniffs]

Michael Scofield:
clear.

Warden Henry Pope:
[smiling] I'm impressed. Not even a week in here and you're already working it like an old con.

Michael Scofield:
Well, you've got one up on me, Warden. You know why I needed to file those motions, but I have no idea why you needed to transfer me.

Warden Henry Pope:
Traffic control, Scofield, that's all. Traffic control. Look, it's coming up on five o'clock. What do you say we call it a day?

Michael Scofield:
[sighing] I don't think I can do that, Sir.

Warden Henry Pope:
Why not?

Michael Scofield:
If I let go of this support right now, the whole thing's coming down. See, the Taj was designed using axial force. A series of internal forces along the longitudinal axis.

Warden Henry Pope:
Ah, how much longer?

Michael Scofield:
Depends on how long it takes to dry. If you need me to leave, I can show your secretary how to hold it.

Warden Henry Pope:
All right, you can stay till it dries. There'll be a guard outside the door. Just check in with Becky when you're done and she'll have somebody escort you back to your cell.

Michael Scofield:
All right.

Warden Henry Pope:
And uh, Scofield? I want to thank you for showing up today. I would have understood it if you didn't.

Michael Scofield:
We had a deal.

Warden Henry Pope:
Right. Still, thanks. My wife is going to love it.

Michael Scofield:
You're welcome.

[after Pope leaves, Michael releases hold on the support structure. It doesn't collapse at all. Michael moves to the door where he listens to make sure the coast is clear. Pope is gone, but CO Paterson remains behind, flirting with Becky]

Charles "The Old Head" Westmoreland:
Afternoon, Mr. Scofield.

Michael Scofield:
I need to know if there's any way to block a transfer order.

Charles "The Old Head" Westmoreland:
[laughing a little] There's about fifty ways.

Michael Scofield:
All right, I'll take the quickest.

Charles "The Old Head" Westmoreland:
You file a motion for what they call an interlocutory injunction.

Michael Scofield:
How long does that take?

Charles "The Old Head" Westmoreland:
How fast can you write? Any man can claim just about anything violates his constitutional rights. There's environmental issues, allergies, religious requirements, take your pick.

Michael Scofield:
What if they don't buy it?

Charles "The Old Head" Westmoreland:
Don't matter. Court's required by law to hear your motion. Until they do, you can't be transferred. Hell, they've been trying to move my tired grey behind for ten years. God bless the American legal system!

Michael Scofield:
Why do you want to stay in here so badly?

Charles "The Old Head" Westmoreland:
There's someone here I can't bear to leave behind. I guess that means we've got something in common.

Fernando Sucre:
The Ricans, we got genetically higher blood pressure, you know that? My cousin, he died from too much stress.

Michael Scofield:
I thought you said your cousin was moving in on your girl.

Fernando Sucre:
That's my other cousin. But thanks for bringing that up, jackass!

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Fox River's a small town, Lincoln. People around here don't have a whole lot to do besides time and talk.

Captain Brad Bellick:
Stop trying to nail the secretary and check the damn office.

Michael Scofield:
[to Sucre] Believe me, I understand the impulse to pull the trigger. But if we lose ourselves, we lose everything.

Michael Scofield:
I understand the impulse to pull the trigger... but when we lose ourselves, we lose everything.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[to Michael Scofield] You're being penny wise and pound foolish.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
[to Michael] When it comes right down to it, Lincoln is just like you. He has a heart that won't kill a man.

Michael Scofield:
Get the gun off me.

Captain Brad Bellick:
I asked you a question!

Michael Scofield:
I said, get the gun off me or I walk. [Bellick lowers the gun he was pointing at Michael] All right. I'll get your five million. [to Sucre] You get Maricruz, and I get T-Bag.

Captain Brad Bellick:
Win, win, win.

Michael Scofield:
You gotta do exactly as I say.

Fernando Sucre:
Thank you bro.

Captain Brad Bellick:
All right Einstein, what're you thinking?

Lincoln Burrows:
[to Mahone] It's going to end bad for you, man. Couple of things in this world I'm good at; one of them's looking into a man's eyes and knowing when he's beat.

Michael Scofield:
Looks like you've made some friends lately.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
I don't follow.

Michael Scofield:
That set-up back there is a little out of your league, looked almost professional.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Let's say that's the case. What's it worth to you to find out? Because I am in possession of some information that you might need.

Michael Scofield:
Okay. Tell me what you know and maybe I'll let you walk. Without the money.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
You're not going to like how this ends, Lincoln. I'm giving you a chance, right now. Just back away, all right? Just back away.

Lincoln Burrows:
You son of a b*tch, you killed my dad. You're done.

Michael Scofield:
[to Bellick] You start acting like a cowboy, this whole thing's going south, real fast. Remember that.

Paul Kellerman:
[having attempted suicide] That's only the second time a gun has ever jammed on me.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[Holds knife out pointed to Michael] What exactly is it that you want, Pretty?

Michael Scofield:
I'm turning you in.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Is that it? Really? It ain't about the money? Cos if it is, you can tell me. There's nobody here but us cons.

Michael Scofield:
You can walk, or get dragged... but it's up to you.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
No, see, when you had the gun on me, I afforded you a certain respect, but uh here? Well the scales are tipped back my way. So I'm going to spell out the present options. Either we split this money and you can uh go get your legs tattooed or whatever the hell it is you want... or they're going to find your corpse slumped over that there chair with your pants down around your ankles cos it's been a *long* time coming, Pretty.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[Michael walks over to a glass bottle and smashes it on a sink] Well I got my answer.

Michael Scofield:
I'll testify for you, whatever it takes.

Alexander Mahone:
Wow, look at that halo that just appeared above your head!

Michael Scofield:
You don't actually think that killing someone's going to help you get out of here?

Alexander Mahone:
It does seem pretty strange, but this is a really strange place. One that I want to get out of.

Lechero:
[to Mahone] You've been outbid.

Lincoln Burrows:
I'm assuming you weren't born by immaculate conception. Family ties being what they are... moms, dads, brothers, sisters. Anything happens to my son or Sara, I'm not coming after YOU, Susan.

Michael Scofield:
[to Whistler] Is this the part where you tell me you're innocent and you're just a pawn in all this?

Lincoln Burrows:
[to Sucre] Listen to me. The innocent people in your life, you have to keep them innocent. If that means walking away from them, that's what you gotta do.

McGrady:
You from Chicago. Michael Jordan, did you meet him?

Michael Scofield:
It's a big city.

McGrady:
You ever have sex with blonde cheerleader?

Michael Scofield:
Yeah, sure.

McGrady:
You're the man bro!

Michael Scofield:
No one has ever broken out of this prison before. Let alone only a week to plan it. So you tell these people... whoever it is that took Sara and my nephew. Tell them I get it, and I'm gonna do everything I can. I'm gonna break this guy out of here, or I'm gonna die trying. And if it's the latter, then that should count for something, right? That's gotta count for something. You tell them that.

Brad Bellick:
Why are you so interested in that guy in the sewer?

Michael Scofield:
No reason.

Brad Bellick:
Then why are you whispering, college boy?

Michael Scofield:
Why don't you lower your voice already?

Brad Bellick:
What's in it for me?

Michael Scofield:
I'm sorry, do you have any other friends in here besides me? I'm it.

Brad Bellick:
Friends don't let friends go hungry, and thirsty...

Michael Scofield:
All right, all right...

Brad Bellick:
...and damn near half-naked!

Michael Scofield:
I said, all right! I'll take care of it!

Brad Bellick:
When?

Michael Scofield:
When I can.

Susan B. Anthony:
You know, they told me that your brother got all the brains. But I didn't realize that you were this stupid.

Lincoln Burrows:
What do you want, Susan?

Susan B. Anthony:
No sooner do I tell you to stick to the plan, then you go and hassle Whistler's girlfriend. You need to quit playing Sherlock Holmes and leave her alone.

Lincoln Burrows:
Why?

[Susan points a gun at Lincoln]

Susan B. Anthony:
Cause I said so. How about that?

Lincoln Burrows:
How about you beat it, so I can get back to work?

Susan B. Anthony:
I will. As soon as you give me what you took from her.

Lincoln Burrows:
I took nothing from her.

Susan B. Anthony:
I got a gallon of bleach, a tarp and a hacksaw in the trunk of my car. One hour, tops - you're off the face of the earth.

Susan B. Anthony:
In an effort to save some time, I'm gonna have to insist that we just skip past all the threats I know you're prepared to lay out. Should anything happen to Sara and LJ, you will scour the earth, hunt me down, rip my heart from the chest, and bup bup bup. I know exactly how you feel, as would I, Okay? So that's done? On to business. Did your brother get the message?

[Lincoln nods]

Susan B. Anthony:
Good. You and I will meet here everyday. I'll want a full report of the prior day's progress. If I call your cell phone, answer. Don't ask me stupid questions. Don't waste my time. Get a plan together. Execute it. LJ and Sara will be traded for Whistler, are we clear?

Michael Scofield:
I need you to trust me.

Lechero:
Ooh, trust you? I don't know you good enough, brother. Teodoro!

[T-Bag comes in]

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Si, Patron?

Lechero:
Can I trust this bobo?

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Him? He's a snake. He stabbed me in a back every chance he got.

Lechero:
Huh...

[approaching Michael]

Lechero:
A snake who stabs a man in the back? I never heard of such a creature before.

[last lines]

James Whistler:
So... how are we getting out of here?

Michael Scofield:
I have no idea.

McGrady:
I'm friends with everybody here, bro. That's how I keep alive.

Michael Scofield:
You and I are friends, right?

McGrady:
Yeah, but looks like you got enemies.

[Bellick sees T-Bag with a bottle of water]

Brad Bellick:
T-Bag...

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Boy, you are gonna be drinkin' your own urine before you get any of this.

Michael Scofield:
There's an inmate here named James Whistler. I'm looking for him.

McGrady:
Welcome to club. Everybody looking for him.

Michael Scofield:
Why's that?

McGrady:
He killed the Mayor of Panama City's son. In a bar fight.

John Abruzzi:
I kneel only to God. I don't see Him here.

Sylvia Abruzzi:
You could go back to prison.

John Abruzzi:
I swear to God, I'd rather die than go back, there's no going back, never ever again.

Sylvia Abruzzi:
Christ saved you John, don't turn your back on him. Don't turn your back on us. [she puts a Christ's necklace in his hand]

Nika Volek:
[to Bellick] Typical man. I'm talking about millions of dollars and you'd piss it away for sex.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
[posing as Lance] I was a huge ass. I apologize.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I'm not going to argue with you.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
This is really like the best pie I've ever had. Do you know what it needs though?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Hmmm?

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
Some crack. No, I mean, ya know, not a lot. A pinch.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
A pinch of crack?

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
A pinch of crack. A pinch of crack, a dollop of smack... Mmm! [high pitched voice] That's good pie!

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
This is so wrong.

Brad Bellick:
My daddy always said "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, I put you in the ground."

Brad Bellick:
Cops found your girlfriend fish belly white, gurglin' her own puke.

Michael Scofield:
Shut up.

Brad Bellick:
What do you care, as long as she left the door open for you?

Michael Scofield:
SHUT UP!

Brad Bellick:
Hit a sore spot, didn't I?

[Michael kicks Brad in the head]

[last lines]

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
[to Michael's picture] You have no idea what you're in for.

John Abruzzi:
Who are you? Local cops or feds?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Feds, John. They only roll out the best for a man of your stature.

Brad Bellick:
I never thought I'd say this, Scofield, but I thank god for the day you walked into Fox River.

Roy Geary:
And out of it! [both laugh]

[When he returns to find Bellick tied down and Lincoln pointing a gun at him]

Roy Geary:
You really suck Bellick, you know that?

John Abruzzi:
I kneel only to God.

John Abruzzi:
I don't see him here.

Captain Brad Bellick:
*Give me my shotgun.* Those piles of crap doing what they just did... they just signed their death warrants. Every last one of them.

Warden Henry Pope:
When those men went over that wall, they made a choice. That choice makes them a threat to society once again.

[Tracking dogs have just been loaded into cages a couple of yards away from where the Escape Crew lies]

Michael Scofield:
They can't smell us.

[Dogs begin to bark]

John Abruzzi:
They can see us.

Vice President Caroline Reynolds:
Soft money makes the world go 'round.

John Abruzzi:
Ye of little faith.

[Michael is in the process of smashing the lights of the getaway van]

Tweener:
What the hell are you doing?

Michael Scofield:
I'm getting us invisible.

John Abruzzi:
[to Lincoln] Behind the wheel, cro-magnum.

[T-Bag has just handcuffed himself to Michael and Abruzzi has just pulled a gun on T-Bag]

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
If you shoot me, pretty here will be carrying around 170 pounds of dead Alabama flesh with him. And considering how much you need him to get this little Fibonacci vendetta of yours...

[T-Bag has the key to the handcuffs in his mouth]

John Abruzzi:
*Spit it out. Spit it out.*

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[swallows key]... Oops.

John Abruzzi:
If you think I won't gut you myself to get that key, you're in for a big surprise.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
I encourage you to remember the last time you came after me with a knife...

Michael Scofield:
*Shut up. Shut up, both of you.*

John Abruzzi:
If you think I won't cut you myself to get that key, you're in for a big surprise.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
I encourage you to remember the last time you came at me with a knife...

Michael Scofield:
Shut up! Shut up! Both of you!

Nurse Katie:
...Sara...

Warden Henry Pope:
What about Sara?

Nurse Katie:
Sara had a thing for Scofield.

Fernando Sucre:
I just want to touch her belly...

[after stealing a bike from a little girl]

Haywire:
...Sorry.

[after a failed attempt to cut the handcuffs binding Michael and T-Bag together]

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[laughing] Guess it just wasn't meant to be, eh, now fellas?

[Abruzzi comes up from behind and chops off T-Bag's hand with an axe, T-Bag screams]

[after chopping off T-Bag's hand with an axe]

John Abruzzi:
He's lucky I didn't take this to his head.

Michael Scofield:
The airstrip is on the other side of that field. Just 500 yards and this whole thing is over.

[Final lines of Season One]

Fernando Sucre:
What do we do now?

Michael Scofield:
We run.

Fernando Sucre:
[plane flies over their heads]... [panicked] What do we do now?

Michael Scofield:
We run.

John Abruzzi:
[the convicts are debating the order in which they escape from the prison] I think that after Scofield and Burrows, then we go alphabetically.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Now hold on a minute, *A*bruzzi!

Michael Scofield:
We're free now... We're free...

[Michael has bound Pope to a chair and then gagged him]

Michael Scofield:
[with genuine remorse] I'm sorry, Henry.

[smashes the radio over Pope's head, knocking him out]

Michael Scofield:
[to Pope] I don't think you want to find out how badly I want to get my brother out of here.

Michael Scofield:
[to Sucre] There's no going back now.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
[as they hear the alarm going of] We're screwed. We're screwed.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Come on, let's go.

Fernando Sucre:
Michael, we gotta go back.

Michael Scofield:
We're moving forward. Stick with the plan.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Do your ears work, fool? Do you hear that?

Michael Scofield:
It's the fire alarm in the psych ward.

Fernando Sucre:
How do you know?

Michael Scofield:
I set it off.

Fernando Sucre:
Why?

Correctional Officer Rizzo Green:
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy. I ain't a hero for 14 dollars an hour. You do what you will.

Michael Scofield:
Uncuff my brother.

Correctional Officer Rizzo Green:
You got it, boss.

Correctional Officer Rizzo Green:
[He has uncuffed Burrows] Pretend I ain't here, boss.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Yeah. You and the radio. [He hits the C.O]

John Abruzzi:
OK, after Lincoln, we go alphabetically.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Whoa, whoa, hold on A-bruzzi.

Captain Brad Bellick:
I just wanted to see how you're holding up in here.

Alexander Mahone:
Just dandy.

Captain Brad Bellick:
Yeah, I was having a tough time of it myself. I figured it shouldn't be that way for us, seeing as how we're the only two lawmen here in Taco Hell.

James Whistler:
I assume we're doing more than just playing electrician?

Michael Scofield:
I'm just fixing the electricity, boss.

Captain Brad Bellick:
Right, and I'm just single 'cos I'm choosy.

Sammy:
Trouble has a way of finding you here in SONA, doesn't it?

Fernando Sucre:
I'm going to make money and send it home. On the run or not, I'm gonna be a dad, Lincoln. You, of all people, should understand that.

McGrady:
[to Michael] You're a real smart guy. What the hell are you doing in prison?

James Whistler:
It's in my interest to keep a little secret. But Bellick, can't be trusted.

Michael Scofield:
I can handle Bellick. He's not in on this.

James Whistler:
Okay. Good.

Michael Scofield:
But Mahone is.

James Whistler:
Mahone? He's looking about as stable as a three legged chair and he's escaping with us?

Michael Scofield:
No, he just thinks he is. He needs his meds. Without them, he'll self-destruct, it's just a matter of time.

James Whistler:
And it he doesn't?

Michael Scofield:
I'll string him along, tell him what he wants to hear. Then I'll cut him loose.

James Whistler:
How do I know that you're not going to do the same thing to me?

Michael Scofield:
You don't.

Lechero:
Scofield, what do you know about electricity?

Michael Scofield:
Only that we don't have any right now.

Michael Scofield:
[Michael watches McGrady play basketball] Nice.

McGrady:
I was the best in my school.

Michael Scofield:
All girls?

McGrady:
Kiss my ass, bro.

Alexander Mahone:
Why do you need a pen?

Michael Scofield:
Some documents that need altering. I'll explain to you later. Right now I need that pen, okay?

Alexander Mahone:
Okay.

Michael Scofield:
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.

Alexander Mahone:
I'm under control.

Michael Scofield:
Of course you are.

Susan B. Anthony:
Gotta commend you on that boom box trick. You steal that one from 'Home Alone'?

Lincoln Burrows:
You fell for it, b*tch.

Guard #1:
Take off your pants!

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Excuse me, signor?

Guard #1:
I said take off your pants!

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
If I knew you boys partied like this at Sona, I woulda never tried to escape...

[Michael and Alex have just watched a new inmate get brutally beaten]

Alexander Mahone:
I'm well and truly ready to get out of here anytime you are.

James Whistler:
[to Michael] I'm guessing you always won the elementary school science fair.

Michael Scofield:
I ran some tests last night. Military jeeps patrol the perimeter at night. There's no way of telling where they're going to be in the dark.

Lincoln Burrows:
We need the dark!

James Whistler:
I suppose you were married to the job, drank too much, rabid insomniac. Typical lawman.

Alexander Mahone:
Yeah. Just like you reek of live bait, have a girl in every port, tell fish stories... or so I've heard.

Lincoln Burrows:
I want this to work out just as badly as you do.

Susan B. Anthony:
More, I'm sure.

Sofia Lugo:
[to a group of police officers] This is why my friends don't visit Panama. You cops bother everyone!

Alexander Mahone:
You're the new guy.

Tyge:
Yeah. Who are you?

Alexander Mahone:
Not the new guy.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
In this world, sister, we are all prostitutes. You are a queen!

Alexander Mahone:
As a devoted student of your work and skills, I really look forward to progress on your plan, Michael.

Michael Scofield:
I'm looking forward to you getting off my back.

James Whistler:
Prior to this experience, I had the utmost respect for the law.

Michael Scofield:
I put my blood into this.

Sucre:
I wasn't trying to escape!

Captain Brad Bellick:
Sure you weren't. You were just out there howling at the moon.

[LJ has just grazed Agent Kellerman's neck with a bullet]

Agent Paul Kellerman:
I'm government, LJ. There are a lot of thing I can do for you.

LJ Burrows:
The only thing you can do for me is *die*!

[Bellick is trying to get information about Michael Scofield from his snitch, Tweener]

Captain Brad Bellick:
So... Scofield... what's the 911?

Tweener:
It's 411.

LJ Burrows:
You think I give a damn about justice? I just want to do to them what they did to me.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
[pointing a gun at Steadman who's pointing a gun at everyone else] Terrence, all we need is your mouth, I will shoot out both of your knees right now.

Terrence Steadman:
I never liked you Paul. I won't hesitate to take your life.

Michael Scofield:
Who are you?

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
I used to work for the president.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Kim and Kellerman can try to kill each other all day long, but I'm out.

Michael Scofield:
If we get a camera, we can take a picture of him holding a current newspaper. If we put that online, it'll prove he's still alive.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
No, it'll prove we found a guy that kinda looks like the president's brother.

Michael Scofield:
Fingerprints, dental records...

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
We whitewashed him. We pulled his teeth, burned off his fingerprints.

Michael Scofield:
DNA.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
To compare against the homeless guy we killed and put in Steadman's car. But we destroyed all exterior DNA samples so that there'd be nothing to compare them to.

Michael Scofield:
There's gotta be someone somewhere who can identify this man.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
Which is why we did the surgery. Cheekbones raised two centimeters, ears lowered a quarter of an inch. Not so much that someone who knew him wouldn't recognize him, but enough that any forensic comparison of a photograph of that man would conclude that he is a look-alike, a hoax. Trust me - we are very good at what we do.

Terrence Steadman:
I was supposed to have my life back by now! Playing golf, going to movies, seeing people. But because you guys can't get a handle on an engineer and a petty crook, I've been a ship in a bottle for three years!

Michael Scofield:
We stroll right into the lion's den and pray we don't get mauled?

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
I don't think they're going to come to Montana, Scofield, so we're going to them.

Michael Scofield:
So this is the big conspiracy, huh? Bunch of little boys in suits, running around trying to kill each other? It's pathetic.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
[to Michael] Well, you were a little more formidable than we anticipated.

Lincoln Burrows:
We don't need compliments out of you, jackass.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
Oh, yes, there it is, that winning Burrows personality.

Lincoln Burrows:
Shut your mouth and drive.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
[interrupts Lincoln] The one we really knew would win over a jury, good work!

[Kellerman puts phone on the dashboard, after conversation with Bill Kim]

Michael Scofield:
You leave that on, they'll trace it...

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
[laughs] Yeah, uh, Secret Service, it's untraceable. But thanks.

Lincoln Burrows:
The second I think this thing's gone bad, you get a bullet in your head.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
[chuckles] I'd expect nothing less.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
[Terrence has committed suicide] We need to go!

Lincoln Burrows:
Go where? We've got Steadman.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
No, we've got nothing.

Michael Scofield:
All we've got is a John Doe.

Michael Scofield:
You still think you're running this show, don't you?

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
You still think I'm not?

[kidnapping Terrence Steadman with Michael and Kellerman]

Lincoln Burrows:
You look pretty good for a dead man.

Michael Scofield:
You still haven't answered my question.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
Why am I helping you? Because the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Tell me something: At what point does a noble deed becomes fanaticism?

Michael Scofield:
Fanaticism is the only way to beat them.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Even if it kills you?

Michael Scofield:
I heard you were dead.

Paul Kellerman:
Those rumors were... greatly exaggerated.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Do you remember that day when we were in the chow line at Fox River? When you made that off-handed comment to me?

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
I believe it had a racial bent to it.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Do you remember your broken jaw? Now, just imagine what I can do to you right now with something real on the line.

Michael Scofield:
Are you sure we can trust Kellerman?

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
You know, the only thing I'm sure of is that he's our last option.

Michael Scofield:
I don't want to run anymore.

Lincoln Burrows:
We took a vote. You're in luck.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Oh, lucky day!

Lincoln Burrows:
What we voted on was whether or not you took a stick of gum on your van ride back to prison.

Michael Scofield:
I want you to know, I'm totally going to be a hands-on dad.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
[nods] Ok.

Michael Scofield:
Like if the baby needs a bottle in the middle of the night, I'll totally keep your side of the bed warm until you get back.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
I ain't nobody.

Fernando Sucre:
[Michael has just provided the escapees with civilian clothes] This jacket ain't exactly the best thing you know?

Michael Scofield:
You want variety? Hit Target.

John Abruzzi:
Trousers are too small, though...

Lincoln Burrows:
Chop your feets off. You're good at that.

[at the press conference]

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I'd like to, uh, talk about John Wilkes Booth for a moment, if I could, Abraham Lincoln's killer. Twelve days. That's how long it took to find him. In his journal during this period he wrote that the shadow was his friend, the night his domain. He acknowledged that whatever neurosis drove the criminal to commit the original crime is compounded. Magnified by flight. By the sounds of dogs at his heels. Fear becomes paranoia, paranoia ultimately psychosis. I bring this up because in one hundred and forty years, the fundamental mind of the escape man has not changed. The escape man is still human, he is still afraid, and he will stop at nothing in his attempt at flight. Fortunately for us, while our quarry has shadow and night as his ally, we have something far greater. Television. I would encourage everyone who is watching. Everyone in this country, to take a good look at these faces...

[the mug shots of the escapee's are pinned to a board beside him]

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
These men, right here, are now the eight most wanted men in America.

Fernando Sucre:
Ah, I thought I thought this out. I thought... you saw all those guys back there?

Michael Scofield:
The key is they're back there, and we're up here.

Fernando Sucre:
Yeah? And how long is that going to last?

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Yeah, especially since we don't have a pot to piss in thanks to Abruzzi's magically disappearing jet!

John Abruzzi:
You were never going to be on that plane, brother.

Michael Scofield:
Originally this was supposed to be a week's worth of clothes for me and Linc. But, uh, I figured you all need just as much help as we do, so...

John Abruzzi:
You're just doing this out of the goodness of your heart, Fish?

Michael Scofield:
[slapping clothes into Abruzzi's arms] That's right, John. The heart. You remember what that is, don't you?

Mr. Ives:
Schweitzer was the plumbing company that made the toilet Scofield took off to get out of his cell. Allen bolt was the fitting.

[Mahone exhales, laughing shortly]

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
It's all here, isn't it? It's amazing.

Veronica Donovan:
What are you gonna do, Terrance? Shoot me? Blow my guts all over the house? Then what? You can't leave, remember? You kill me, you're stuck with me.

Terrence Steadman:
I'm safe here.

Veronica Donovan:
You're a prisoner here.

Terrence Steadman:
But I'm still breathing. If I go outside, one step, I won't be. You look at me like I'm the devil. I gave up my family. My teeth. [realisation dawns on Veronica's face] I eat Percocet all day just to dull the pain of my miserable existence. You have no idea what I've been through.

Veronica Donovan:
What you've been through? [pulls out the cell phone again] This isn't about you, Terrance.

Terrence Steadman:
Don't. [raises the gun again. Veronica raises her eyebrows and dials a number]

Receiver:
Blackfoot Sheriff's Department. Hello? Blackfoot Sheriff Department.

Veronica Donovan:
Hello, my name's Veronica Donovan; I need you to send a unit to the house at the end of Light Road as soon as possible.

Receiver:
Sorry ma'am, are you calling to report a crime?

Veronica Donovan:
Yeah. [looks hard at Steadman] By the President of the United States. Send the car.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I'm in a lot of trouble, I think.

Nurse Katie Welch:
I, I need to apologise to you. They threatened my job if I didn't talk, and...

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
No, no, no, no. No. One thing you learn when you're walking the steps, is that you never outsource a blame that belongs in your own backyard.

Nurse Katie Welch:
Well, you're not the first correctional worker that fell for a con. Trust me.

FBI Agent Foley:
You're being considered as an accessory to this, you know that, don't you?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I know very little right now.

FBI Agent Foley:
You opened the door to the infirmary that allowed Scofield to escape, didn't you?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
No.

FBI Agent Foley:
Did you have a sexual relationship with Scofield?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
No.

FBI Agent Foley:
But you had feelings for him. [Sara doesn't reply] Seven other men got out, you know.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
[looking up] Who?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Mr. Bellick!

Captain Brad Bellick:
Don't talk to me.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Fine, but it's going to make collaboration kinda hard.

Captain Brad Bellick:
Collaboration? I've got men out here in harms way and you're giving press conferences.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
The press is a tool. They'll bring those men back quicker than bloodhounds will.

Captain Brad Bellick:
We don't need you. We're hot on these guys' trail and it's just a matter of time til we nail them.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Why don't you cut out the riddles, Snowflake, and just give it to us straight.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
The escaped man is still human. He is still afraid, and he will stop at nothing in his attempt at flight.

Veronica Donovan:
[her last words] Oh my God.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
We need to go east, my family's back in Chicago!

John Abruzzi:
Think the cops don't know about it? You think they're not just sitting there waiting for you to come running back home? What's the matter with you?

Fernando Sucre:
What about New York?

John Abruzzi:
What about it?

Fernando Sucre:
My girl's pregnant, bro!

John Abruzzi:
Understand your love is your weakness right now, and they know about it.

Michael Scofield:
Doesn't mean it has to stop you. Just gotta be smart about it.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Don't think I don't know where you were going either, Scofield.

Michael Scofield:
Where am I going?

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Oh, I don't know, Utah? When were you plannin' on tellin' us about the money?

Fernando Sucre:
What money?

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Five million dollars that Westmoreland planted in the desert in Utah.

Michael Scofield:
You don't know what you're talking about.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
You wish I didn't know.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
The escapees. Who are they?

FBI Agent Wheeler:
Michael Scofield, Structural Engineer, 5 years for armed robbery. Benjamin Miles Franklin, Former U.S Army, 8 years for possession of stolen goods. John Abruzzi, Don of the crime family of the same name, Life without parole for conspiracy to commit murder. Charles "Haywire" Patoshik, 60 years for second degree murder. Fernando Sucre, 5 years for aggravated robbery. David "Tweener" Apolskis, 5 years for Grand Larceny. Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell, Life for 6 counts of Kidnapping, Rape and first degree Murder. Lincoln Burrows, Scheduled to die next week for the murder of President Reynolds' brother.

FBI Agent Wheeler:
It's not like they left us a map where they're going.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Actually, that's exactly what they did.

Captain Bradley 'Brad' Bellick:
We don't need you. We're hot on these guys' trail, and it's just a matter of time 'til we nail them.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
The problem I find with being on a trail is that by definition you'll always be behind your prey.

Dr. Marvin Gudat:
[about T-Bag's arm surgery] Nobody can undergo this procedure without anesthetics!

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
...Well, I ain't nobody, pretty.

Dr. Marvin Gudat:
Nobody can undergo a procedure like this without an anesthetic.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
I Ain't Nobody!

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Do you know who I am?

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
I don't care. I've got some skeletons in my closet too. One of them wears a dress.

Lincoln Burrows:
First thing I'm gonna do with the money - buy new shoes.

Michael Scofield:
Second thing - tacos.

Lincoln Burrows:
Third thing - ice cold beer.

Michael Scofield:
Fourth thing - a little toothpaste.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
You know, in Thailand, they got a black market where you can get any kind of surgery you need, even a hand transplant.

Lincoln Burrows:
You're sick, you know that?

Bruce Bennett:
Listen, I hope you get this nomination more than anyone but, be prepared. This Burrows thing may steamroll.

Governor Frank Tancredi:
Well, we'll wait it out, just like you said.

Bruce Bennett:
Problem is, too many headlines. His lawyer Nick Savrin is already dead. His kid's awaiting trial for double homicide. And now, his lead council's classified as missing.

Governor Frank Tancredi:
Well is she missing or is she dead?

Bruce Bennett:
I just thought you should know before you go to Washington.

Governor Frank Tancredi:
Bruce, is there something connecting all of this?

Bruce Bennett:
It's probably best you don't ask a whole lot of questions.

Michael Scofield:
Tell me that's not what I know it is.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Oh, it is. But don't worry. Before I destroyed it, I committed it to my photographic memory. [eats last bit of the map]

Michael Scofield:
Coming from a compulsive liar I find that a little hard to believe.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
I'd a tattooed it to my body, but I didn't have the time...

Reporter:
[Michael and Lincoln's car radio] This morning, authorities issued an update on the escaped convicts known, until now, as the "Fox River Eight". Chicago mob boss John Abruzzi was gunned down outside of a Washington DC motel last night after investigators received a tip from an informant. The other seven escapees are still at large and considered dangerous. A Florida man wanted in...

[Lincoln switches off the radio]

Lincoln Burrows:
I didn't think Abruzzi would be the first of us to eat it.

Michael Scofield:
I have a feeling we're in for a lot of surprises.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
I'm gonna take the high road here and suggest a mutually beneficial arrangement. I have the information, you have the manual requirements necessary to unearth Westmoreland's buried booty. We're partners.

Michael Scofield:
And why is that?

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
'Cause as of this moment, I'm your map.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
[seeing Tweener] I just found me an inbetweener! Where you goin' with such a hurry, huh?

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
None of your beeswax, yo.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
I know where, same place every other man who was in that room that night. They all comin' around here for a big family reunion... at the KU KLUX Ranch, if they ain't here already.

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
Ain't no country folk in this town ever heard of the Double K Ranch.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Seems like you've been misinformed, indeedy there is a Double K. It's just a matter of who gets there first, all right? The stars are going to collide in Tooele, my friend.

Michael Scofield:
How much further?

Lincoln Burrows:
70, 80 miles.

Michael Scofield:
Good. We should be hitting Double K Ranch by this afternoon ...

Lincoln Burrows:
[cuts Michael off] Or we can keep driving, pick up LJ, then hit Panama.

Michael Scofield:
We can't hit Panama! We can't hit anything! We can't do anything without the money. We need to find Charles's stash!

Lincoln Burrows:
I know some other guys who are thinkin' the same thing.

Lincoln Burrows:
Excuse me, do you know where I might find a Double K Ranch?

Local man:
What'd you call it?

Lincoln Burrows:
Double K Ranch.

Local man:
No...

Lincoln Burrows:
You from around here?

Local man:
Yep, born and raised. There's no double nothing.

Lincoln Burrows:
Great. Thanks. [to Michael] Looks like Westmoreland spent his last breath blowin' smoke up your ass.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Do you see the silo?

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
[staring at a bunch of townhouses] The bastards built over it.

Michael Scofield:
It's gone.

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
[when Michael and Lincoln find him] How'd you know?

Michael Scofield:
T-Bag.

Lincoln Burrows:
Hand over the map!

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
What?

Lincoln Burrows:
The map! Hand it over!

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
[laughs] He told you I had it?

Store clerk:
Hey, now. What'cha diggin'?

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
Ah, some stuff in my grandpa's yard.

Store clerk:
Got a bigger one in the back if you're goin' deep.

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
Nah, this'll do.

Store clerk:
Damn it if I don't know you from somewhere. Maybe I know your grandpa.

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
Doubt it, man. He moved here, like, a month ago, so...

Store clerk:
What's his name?

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
His name's grandpa, aight? Look man, can you just ring this up, I gotta get outta here.

Store clerk:
Sure thing fella. I'll ring it up. [smashes Tweener over the head with a bat]

Store clerk:
I've seen you on TV! You're one of them Fox River boys!

Michael Scofield:
[after discovering Map 1213 has been ripped from the book] Someone got here before us. That's the only explanation.

Lincoln Burrows:
[seeing T-Bag] Son of a b*tch is still alive!

[running down to catch him]

Michael Scofield:
[to T-Bag] Hey, Pretty!

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
What the...?

Lincoln Burrows:
What'cha gonna do, scream? [slams him into the car] Why the hell are you still breathing?

Michael Scofield:
[with T-Bag's accent] What the hell'd you do to your hand?

[Lincoln grabs T-Bags hand]

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Whoa, easy, easy, easy. I recently had some work done.

Lincoln Burrows:
Where's the map?

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Easy, easy, easy. I don't have it!

FBI Agent Wheeler:
Do you think he's a genius or a whack job?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I think we answered that question when we assigned 100 agents to the case.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Pardon me for interrupting, but, uh, what's that smell? [Sniffs the air] It smells a little like, conspiracy.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[to Westmoreland] You know what I can't understand is why somebody like you wants to get out of here anyways. How you gonna survive, huh? The world is all different now, scary. They got computer phones, boobies made out of silicone, you won't know what to do!

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Go for the kneecap. You hit it straight on it'll buckle and it'll take the guy out of commission.

Michael Scofield:
Fighting dirty, that's your secret?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I didn't think there was such a thing as clean in a place like this.

Michael Scofield:
You know I'm surprised, Alex. It almost sounds like you care.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
You're my get-out-of-jail-free card. Just survive. [turns to leave] Kneecaps, really hard.

Guard:
Any attempt to assist an inmate with escape will be met with a lethal response.

Lincoln Burrows:
Wouldn't dream of it.

Lincoln Burrows:
What happened to your face?

Susan B. Anthony:
Cat.

Lincoln Burrows:
That's a big cat.

Susan B. Anthony:
You push anything into a corner too far and the claws will come out.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
No weapons. Rules are rules, remember? If we don't have them, we're savages.

Consult:
The good news: as of yesterday, you're a free man. You got nothing to worry about.

Lincoln Burrows:
Just my brother.

Henchman:
Let's go, blanco. Orientaci?n.

Michael Scofield:
I'm not interested.

Henchman:
That's not for you to decide.

Henchman:
[he lifts his shirt to reveal a knife]

Lincoln Burrows:
They find anything else?

Consult:
Like what?

Lincoln Burrows:
A bag.

Consult:
What was in it?

Lincoln Burrows:
A little money.

Consult:
Sorry.

Lincoln Burrows:
'Course they didn't.

Night Clerk:
Your brother - where do they have him incarcerated?

Lincoln Burrows:
Sona.

[the clerk is silent]

Lincoln Burrows:
What?

Night Clerk:
The worst of the worst are in there. Men no other prison will take. They rioted so badly a year ago, the guards pulled out. Just left them to themselves. Thousand thieves, rapists, murderers. The government just stays back, keeps the perimeter. To them, Sona's a one-way street: what goes, in never comes out, unless it's dead.

[calling out to the other prisoners before the fight]

Lechero:
We have a disagreement between two dogs. A drug addict and a thief. I condone neither. And I wash my hands of both of them. But they have an issue. And we have rules. And without rules we are nothing but savages. Therefore, the proper respect for the rules. This fight is engaged with only one rule; no weapons. Only man versus man, without augmentation or handicap. I'm done talking!

Michael Scofield:
Tell me something. Do you always set up your fights?

Lechero:
I had nothing to do with it.

Michael Scofield:
Yet the only one in this prison who has a problem with me, is you.

Lechero:
I'd be glad to see you go down. Superstar.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Look, this is the first day of the rest of our lives. How about we work together, you know? Help each other out.

Michael Scofield:
Except every time I look at you... all I can see is the man that killed my father. You're on your own.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Playing by yourself. Same old Pretty. Just not good at making friends, are you?

Michael Scofield:
We got nothing to say to each other.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
On another note, on a big picture note, them big government types that shook me down so hard, why is it they wanted you here? Was it Sona they was interested in? That's what I'm thinking. Want me to get you down here, up in this very county. What do you think it is, huh? You think it's Sona? Who'd be interested in a dump like this?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I have to tell you. What your dad and uncle pulled off... Very impressive. I've been doing this 14 years and most escapes can be attributed to dumb luck or brute force. The level of planning and sophistication that went into this one, and eight guys got out. I really do, professionally speaking, have a lot of admiration for Lincoln and Michael.

LJ Burrows:
Cool. Now we're buddies.

Fernando Sucre:
This is it, papi.

Michael Scofield:
I hope you find the girl, buddy.

Fernando Sucre:
She's all I have. I'll die trying.

Courthouse Attorney:
How was Scofield able to have exclusive access to you, pull a shank on you, and bind you to your chair? You, the warden of the penitentiary.

Warden Henry Pope:
I trusted him. Obviously, he betrayed that trust.

Dr. Marvin Gudat:
There is a belief in my religion that I know to be true, and it applies to everyone, Hindu or not. The acts we commit in this life determine where we go in the next, and he who commits evil can never hope for eternal happiness.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Never been a goal of mine, Doc. I'm more a here-and-now type.

John Abruzzi:
Maybe we'll see each other again, Michael. You never know. You never know.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
[to Dr. Gudat] I'll tell you something I know is true. The Indians here, the Tomahawk, some of them believed...well, used to believe before all of them were slaughtered...when a warrior kills another in battle, he absorbs the fallen warrior's spirit. So this is not the end for you doc. You're in me now.

Lincoln Burrows:
You know, for what it's worth, no one forced Sara to do what she did.

Michael Scofield:
Whatever gets you through the night.

Lincoln Burrows:
What the hell does that mean? I didn't ask you to use her.

Michael Scofield:
It's not that simple.

Lincoln Burrows:
Whatever gets you through the night, buddy.

Michael Scofield:
You know what amazes me Linc? Nothing ever registers with you. Ever. It just rolls right off your back, doesn't it? We ruined Sara's life and it's like you don't even care.

Lincoln Burrows:
Is that what you think?

Michael Scofield:
We're here and Sara's back there in prison. Does that seem fair to you?

Lincoln Burrows:
None of it is fair. Just don't make this about boy loses girl.

Michael Scofield:
Who should it be about Linc? Westmoreland? Tweener? LJ?

Lincoln Burrows:
Let me stop you right there!

Michael Scofield:
Do you remember the name of the guard that was murdered because of the riot I started?

Lincoln Burrows:
Shut up Michael. Please.

Michael Scofield:
You don't remember his name?

Lincoln Burrows:
Shut up!

Michael Scofield:
I bet you remember Veronica's name, don't you?

Lincoln Burrows:
[pushes Michael very hard. They're both screaming now] You mention her name again and I swear to God!

Michael Scofield:
What about T-bag? Linc, he's out there, now! Because of us! You and me! Every life he takes, that's blood on our hands. And for what?

Lincoln Burrows:
I didn't ask you to do what you did.

Michael Scofield:
They were going to kill you Linc.

Lincoln Burrows:
Maybe you should have let them!

Michael Scofield:
Take that back.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
In old England, the punishment for a traitorous act was beheading. Following the execution they would hold the head up by the hair not, as most people think, for the crowd to see the head, but for the head to see the crowd because consciousness sticks around for another eight seconds. The idea was that it would give the traitor one more chance to take a look at...

FBI Agent Wheeler:
You don't want to do this, okay? Just take a moment...

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
If you're going to stab me in the back, Agent Wheeler, be smart enough to cover up the knife!

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
Benjamin Franklin is alive...

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I'm aware of that.

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
...and being released from custody.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
That's impossible. They would need permission from my office.

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
Good to know you're on top of things.

Lincoln Burrows:
I'm trying to remember the last time our lives made any kind of sense.

Michael Scofield:
Before mom died, when it was just the three of us.

FBI Agent Wheeler:
[to Mahone] You can erase me too, but it's not going to erase the very real fact that you're going to spend the rest of your life in prison.

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
We're talking about a very real finish line here, Alex. You've come so far.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
How much further would I have to go?

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
That's easy. This time, you only have to go to Panama.

FBI Agent Wheeler:
Let me take you in. Whatever mess you're in, we can clean it up.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
There's only one way out of this.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
If anybody pops, call the Embassy and get them to send an officer and pick up the woman for questioning.

FBI Agent Lang:
I don't think we can just arrest a foreign citizen without any...

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Patriot Act, Agent Lang. I could arrest your grandmother for missing a stitch in her macrame if I wanted to.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Michael Scofield, are you asking me to sail of into the sunset with you?

Michael Scofield:
I couldn't find her. [sees all the cop cars from a distance and realizes Sara's been caught] Sara! [to Lincoln] We got to go back!

Lincoln Burrows:
Michael you can't, there's nothing you can do.

Michael Scofield:
There's always something you can do.

Lincoln Burrows:
Not this time. Not this time. It's done. Sorry!

Captain Brad Bellick:
Let me tell you words you're more familiar with. She's in the hole. Enough food and water to last about three weeks. Any longer than that your sweet little plum is going to dry up like a raisin.

Fernando Sucre:
If anything happens to her, so help me...

Captain Brad Bellick:
Help you? The way I see it it's you who's got to help me! Cos you ain't getting your hands on that girl until I get my hands on that money. [smiles] Guess that makes us partners.

Fernando Sucre:
What's it going to take for you to forget you ever found us?

Captain Brad Bellick:
There ain't enough pesos in TJ.

Michael Scofield:
I can't believe we're running again.

Lincoln Burrows:
It's different now, man!

Michael Scofield:
You think so?

Lincoln Burrows:
Yeah, we took the b*tch down!

Michael Scofield:
She stepped down Linc.

Lincoln Burrows:
Because of us.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
I'm sorry if I seem a little bit sceptical, but the last time a federal agent came up in here offering me a deal, there was a string attached... that I was supposed to put around my neck.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
You remind me of myself when I was a young agent.

FBI Agent Wheeler:
What? I wish I could take that as a compliment!

[after learning T-Bag is in Panama]

Lincoln Burrows:
Call the police.

Michael Scofield:
There's a reason I chose Panama. There's no extradition laws. They're not gonna touch him.

Sucre:
[Scofield watches as a prisoner is stabbed] Welcome to Prisneyland, Fish.

Wendy:
Most guys, you know, for the first time, they start with something small- mom, girlfriend's initials, something like that. Not you. You got a full set of sleeves, all in a couple of months. Takes guys a few years to get the ink you got.

Michael Scofield:
I don't have a few years. Wish the hell I did.

Michael Scofield:
I'm looking for someone... a guy name Lincoln Burrows.

Wholesale:
[surprised] Linc, the sink?

Michael Scofield:
That what they're calling him now?

Wholesale:
Yeah, coz he'll come after you with everything *but* the kitchen, snowflake!

Michael Scofield:
Abruzzi, I need you to hire me at PI.

John Abruzzi:
[calmly] Beat it.

Michael Scofield:
[with a smug smile] Maybe you oughta hear what I got to say.

John Abruzzi:
You got nothing I need

Michael Scofield:
Wouldn't be too sure of that.

[places a origami crane in front of Abruzzi]

John Abruzzi:
[cynically] My mistake, just what I need - a duck!

Michael Scofield:
PI, Abruzzi. You might find that I can be of more assistance than you think.

[Abruzzi's goons get up menacingly]

Michael Scofield:
[Scofield starts backing off, smiling] Mull it over, come find me when you're ready to talk.

[walks off]

Michael Scofield:
Sucre tells me you're local pharmacy.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
[C-note looks at Sucre who nods in assent] What you need,man?

Michael Scofield:
Pugnac.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
I only speak english, white boy!

Michael Scofield:
Its an insulin blocker, standard over the counter variety. You can get it at any pharmacy.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
You can get that at medical then.

Michael Scofield:
I cant get it in medical.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Why not?

Michael Scofield:
[starts smiling] Because they're already giving me insulin shots.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
[starts laughing] You're *one mixed up cracker*, you know that?

Michael Scofield:
[still smiling] Can you get it for me or not?

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Only if you tell me why is it you wanna keep goin back up to medical to get insulin shots which you don't *need*?

Michael Scofield:
[with a smug grin] I like the ambiance.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
[humoring him] Uh-huh...

Michael Scofield:
[holds money in his fingers] Are we in business?

[c-note takes the money, walks away]

Lincoln Burrows:
I didn't kill that man, Michael.

Michael Scofield:
The evidence says you did.

Lincoln Burrows:
I don't care what the evidence says, I didn't kill him.

Michael Scofield:
Swear to me.

Lincoln Burrows:
I swear to you, Michael.

[Lincoln sees Michael in prison for the first time]

Lincoln Burrows:
Michael... Why?

Michael Scofield:
I'm getting you out of here.

Lincoln Burrows:
That's impossible.

Michael Scofield:
Not if you designed the place, it isn't.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Tattoo looks fresh... hold that. I guess being a diabetic you don't mind needles.

Michael Scofield:
I'm Michael by the way.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Scofield, I read your report.

Michael Scofield:
And you are?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Doctor Tancredi, will do.

Michael Scofield:
Tancredi, like the governor. You're not related, are you? Hmm... wouldn't think you'd find the daughter of Frontier Justice Frank working at a prison, as a doctor no less.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I believe being part of the solution, not the problem.

Michael Scofield:
Hmm... "Be The Change You Want To See In The World"

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Hmm?

Michael Scofield:
What?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Nothing, that was just my senior quote.

Michael Scofield:
That was you, this whole time I was thinking it was Gandhi.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
[laughing]... you're very funny.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Sit tight... put direct pressure on that, I'll be back in a sec. [Sara leaves the room briefly]

Michael Scofield:
So... so how do we play this, you hook me up with a few weeks supply.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Nice try, no hypos on the floor.

Michael Scofield:
I'm the farthest thing from a junkie, trust me.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I got news for you Michael, trust means absolutely zero inside these walls. The only ways your getting that insulin is if I'm administering it.

Michael Scofield:
I guess, we'll be seeing a lot of each other then.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I guess, so.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Tattoo looks fresh. Hold that. I guess, being a diabetic, you don't mind needles.

Michael Scofield:
I'm Michael, by the way.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Scofield. I've read your report.

Michael Scofield:
And you are?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Dr. Tancredi will do.

Michael Scofield:
Tancredi like the governor? You're not related, are you? Wouldn't think you'd find the daughter of Frontier Justice Frank working in a prison. As a doctor, no less.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I believe in being part of the solution, not the problem.

Michael Scofield:
"Be the change you wanna see in the world"... What?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Nothing. That was just my senior quote.

Michael Scofield:
That was you? This whole time, I was thinking it was Gandhi.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
You're very funny.

Michael Scofield:
[about warden's miniature of Taj Mahal] The Taj... it would be a shame for the eighth wonder of the modern world to collapse because the stress isn't properly propagated.

Lincoln Burrows:
[Lincoln sits beside Michael on a bench in the locker area] Did you mean what you said earlier?

Michael Scofield:
I'm not here on vacation. Trust me.

Lincoln Burrows:
Getting outside these walls is just the beginning. You're gonna need money.

Michael Scofield:
[Looking over at Westmoreland] I'll have it.

Lincoln Burrows:
And people on the outside. People that can help you disappear.

Michael Scofield:
I've already got them. [He looks over at Abruzzi] They just don't know it yet.

Lincoln Burrows:
[Looking confused] Look. Whatever you got going on, fill me in, 'cause I'm in the dark here.

Michael Scofield:
[Smiling] Schapelle Associates got the contract to retrofit this place in ninety-nine, four million dollar contract, head partner couldn't crack it. So he subcontracted out. An under the table sorta deal with a former associate. That guy was one of the partners in my firm. Who basically goes through the whole plan, crossed the t's dotted the i's, grouted the tiles. [He stands up]

Lincoln Burrows:
[Realizing] You've seen the blueprints.

Michael Scofield:
Better than that. [He pulls off his shirt, exposing the tattoo underneath] I've got them on me. [Lincoln sits back, trying to understand]

Lincoln Burrows:
Are you kidding me? [Michael smiles] Am I supposed to be seeing something here?

Michael Scofield:
Look closer. [Lines appear on Michael's body, outlined to show certain blueprints of the prison. He turns around and again, the same thing happens with his back. The camera zooms in and shows the walls, and physical aspects depicted in the tattoo. This finally emerges out of the yard through the grate with the crane and the magazine in it]

Captain Brad Bellick:
Name and back number.

Michael Scofield:
Scofield, Michael. 94941.

Captain Brad Bellick:
You a religious man, Scofield?

Michael Scofield:
Never really thought about it.

Captain Brad Bellick:
Good 'cause the ten commandments don't mean a box of piss in here. We got two commandments and two only. The first commandment is you got nothing coming.

Michael Scofield:
What's the second commandment?

Captain Brad Bellick:
See commandment number one.

Michael Scofield:
[Smiling slightly. He looks around] Gotcha.

Captain Brad Bellick:
You talking out the side of your neck?

Michael Scofield:
Come again?

Captain Brad Bellick:
I said, are you being a smart ass?

Michael Scofield:
I'm just trying to fly low, avoid the radar Boss. Do my time, and get out.

Captain Brad Bellick:
There isn't any flying under my radar.

Michael Scofield:
Good to know. [Bellick nods his head to one side, motioning Michael to leave. As he walks off, Bellick looks down at his forms. On his medical forms, Michael has listed 'Type 1 Diabetes'. It's circled]

Veronica Donovan:
I know what you're doing. It's not the luck of the draw that you're in here with Lincoln. You forget I know you, both of you. You two have the most dysfuntional idea of love I've ever seen. What, he beats you up to keep you off the streets, so you get yourself thrown into Fox River with him? To what... save him?

[Michael doesn't say anything]

Veronica Donovan:
I deserve to know. I loved him as much as you did.

Michael Scofield:
Past tense for you, maybe. Not me.

Michael Scofield:
Someone wants him dead, Veronica. Something more is going on here.

Veronica Donovan:
This is desperation, Michael. You're grabbing at straws. You're in denial.

Michael Scofield:
Maybe. But I can't watch him die. I won't do that.

Michael Scofield:
You wanna help, find out who's trying to bury him.

Veronica Donovan:
No-one's trying to bury him, Michael. The evidence was there.

Michael Scofield:
The evidence was cooked.

Warden Henry Pope:
Son, it's better for me to owe you one in here than for you to owe me one, I can promise you that.

Michael Scofield:
I'll take my chances.

[Fires three rounds into the air, then points the gun at the teller]

Michael Scofield:
The vault. Open it.

Teller:
We can't. The branch manager's not here.

[Looks away and back at her]

Michael Scofield:
Where is he?

[She has the side of her head glued to the counter]

Teller:
It's lunchtime, he's at Whitecastle.

[Surprised]

Michael Scofield:
Whitecastle?

Teller:
It's a fast food restaurant that serves those little square burgers.

Michael Scofield:
I know what it is

[Fires another two rounds into the air, then points the gun back at her]

Michael Scofield:
I'm not playing games.

Teller:
Sir, you have half a million in your bag already. Don't you think it would be better...?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
You went to Loyola?

Michael Scofield:
You've been checking up on me.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I like to get to know my patients. I went to North Western. Graduated a year after you did.

Michael Scofield:
Maybe we met before. You know, drunk out at a bar somewhere.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I would have remembered.

Michael Scofield:
Is that a compliment?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
No.

John Abruzzi:
Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

LJ Burrows:
I don't have a father.

Lisa Rix:
It wasn't immaculate conception, honey. Trust me.

Bishop McMorrow:
What is it about Burrow's situation that I can help you with?

Agent Paul Kellerman:
It's our understanding that you have great influence with the governor.

Bishop McMorrow:
I wouldn't call it great or influence. We're friends.

Agent Paul Kellerman:
It's also our understanding that you're opposed to the death penalty.

Bishop McMorrow:
I'm a man of God, how could I not be?

Agent Paul Kellerman:
In this case, we're hoping you'll suspend that position, at least temporarily.

Bishop McMorrow:
If an inmate appeals to me for intervention, how can I turn my back on him?

Agent Paul Kellerman:
You have a habit of answering a question with a question.

Bishop McMorrow:
And you have a way of asking questions that beg more questions.

Wholesale:
You keep handing out my jacket, I swear I'm gonna bust your grape.

Fernando Sucre:
Man, you couldn't bust a grape in Napa with a set of cleats on.

Fernando Sucre:
What's another word for "love?"

Michael Scofield:
What's the context?

Fernando Sucre:
Oh, you know, the "I love you so much, I ain't knocking over a liquor store again" context. Except, you know... classy.

Warden Henry Pope:
Top of your class at Loyola... magna cum laude in fact. I can't help wondering what someone with your credentials is doing in a place like this.

Michael Scofield:
Took a wrong turn a few months back, I guess.

Warden Henry Pope:
You make it sound like a traffic infraction... like all you did was turn the wrong way up on a one-way street.

Michael Scofield:
Everyone turns up one, sooner or later.

Sucre:
[after taking Michaels advice when writing a letter to his girlfriend] Passion! What were you thinking?

Michael Scofield:
[laughing] Hey, you went for it.

Sucre:
She probably thinks i went sissy up in here. "Passion"!

Michael Scofield:
I'm looking for someone... a guy name Lincoln Burrows.

Wholesale:
[surprised] Linc, the sink?

Michael Scofield:
That what they're calling him now?

Wholesale:
Yeah, coz he'll come after you with everything but the kitchen, snowflake!

Sucre:
The man killed the vice-president's brother. In a month he's getting the chair, which means no one up the river is more dangerous than him coz he's got nothing to lose now. What are they gonna do?kill him twice?

Michael Scofield:
Is there a way i can get to him?

Sucre:
Oh no. The only time those boys get out is for chapel and PI.

Michael Scofield:
PI?Whats that?

Sucre:
Prison Industry. The guys that get along get to work. You know,painting... scrapping... making mattresses,u name it. I wouldn't get excited though if i was you, fish. You aint sniffing none of PI.

Michael Scofield:
Why is that?

Sucre:
[as a matter of fact] Coz john abruzzi runs it.

Michael Scofield:
[with a smug half-grin] John abruzzi, john abruzzi?

Sucre:
John abruzzi, john abruzzi. Why do u wanna see burrows so bad anyhow?

Michael Scofield:
[as a matter of fact] because he's my brother [walks away]

Lincoln Burrows:
You got a piece of the good life. Take advantage.

Fernando Sucre:
Why you want to see Burrows so bad, anyhow?

Michael Scofield:
Because he's my brother.

Don Self:
When's the last time you swept a room?

Miriam Holtz:
The academy.

Christina Scofield:
[to Lincoln] I know you and Michael think I was a terrible mother. I couldn't agree with you more.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Running off into the sunset with the man that lied to me? Really? Did you even know about the others, that I would be putting T-Bag back onto the street?

Michael Scofield:
I never meant for that to happen. I was doing what I had to do. My brother was gonna die...

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
And now my father's dead...

Michael Scofield:
I've arranged for us to get to Panama. We're meeting up with my brother tommorrow.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Wait, thats your... plan? To run away to Panama with the two most wanted men in... in America? I... Michael I came here because I thought you were going to have real answers for me.

Michael Scofield:
This IS an answer and right now, it's the only one we've got.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Running away into the sunset with the man who lied to me? Really? I mean did you know about the other guys? Did you know that I would be putting T-Bag back on to the street?

Michael Scofield:
I never meant for that to happen. I was doing what I needed to do. My brother was going to die.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Yeah, well my father's dead!

Michael Scofield:
I am sorry about your father. I'm sorry for a lot of things; for what I did to you. I have many, many regrets, but that's the biggest.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
That doesn't help me right now.

Michael Scofield:
I'm sorry for that too. I didn't uh... I didn't expect you to forgive me. But I don't want you to uh... I don't want you to be alone in this.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
[Sarah steps forward as if to hug him] I don't want to be alone.

Michael Scofield:
[Michael sees a car driving quickly towards them] Let's go, get in the car.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Do you know where that is? [Mahone shows the man the fax that Michael had sent Sara with an address on it]

Guy At Hotel:
Yeah, it's five minutes away. [Mahone starts to walk out the door]

Guy At Hotel:
Hey, if she come's back is there anything you want me to do?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
She won't be coming back.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
We've got to get back to my car.

Michael Scofield:
It's too far.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
If we go now before he gets more people...

Michael Scofield:
He's not going to call for backup. He wants his privacy.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Why?

Michael Scofield:
He's not trying to catch me-he's trying to kill me.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Michael, tell me something. Is there a part of you that enjoys this?

Michael Scofield:
Peroxide and an open wound? No.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
[Laughs] Escaping from prison and beaing on the run, and the danger, and the fear, and the rush, and all that. It a... it feels to me like chasing a high. And I know what that's like. And I should know better by now.

Michael Scofield:
I never thought about it like that. I know you've heard this before, but it won't always be like this.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
From everything you've told me, it's just getting worse.

Michael Scofield:
They can't chase us forever. The guy who caught up with us today- he stops at the border, that's why we have to get across. And I have the poeple and place to help us do that. They're meeting us tommorrow. One more day Sara, one more day. That's all I'm asking.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Ok, go wash up. Keep this dry.

Michael Scofield:
[Michael gets up from the bed and begins to walk into the bathroom, but turns back] Sara, I'm glad you came.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
What do you call a piece of white trash who couldn't pass the cop's exam and now makes less than a mailman? A C.O.

Captain Brad Bellick:
You know Teddy, you really let me down and that's hard to do. Because I don't expect much from the inbred child of a retard. That's right. I read the psych records.

[T-Bag and other inmates are banging on the fence to get out of the cell block. Bellick and the other C.O.'s are on the other side]

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Hey Bellick, Bellick. I got one for ya. What do you call a piece of white trash, that couldn't pass the cops exam, and now makes less then a mailman? A C.O.

[Bellick starts thinking, then starts smiling T-Bag]

Captain Brad Bellick:
You know Teddy you've really let me down, which is a big disappointment since I don't expect much from the in-bred child of a retard. Thats right Teddy. I read your psych records. About how your daddy raped his mongoloid sister, and nine months later little Teddy popped out.

[T-Bag looks at Belick for a second, stuned in silence]

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[Angrly] I'M GONNA KILL YOU!

Michael Scofield:
I need you down there. It's a two man job. Let's hang a sheet.

Fernando Sucre:
No way, man. You only hang a sheet when you and your cellie want to get friendly, you know?

Michael Scofield:
You wanna protect your prison rep, or do you wanna get out of here?

Michael Scofield:
It's just math.

Fernando Sucre:
What if your math is wrong?

Michael Scofield:
You'll drill into one of a dozen gas lines behind the wall. There'll be an explosion and we'll be burned alive.

Fernando Sucre:
But you're good at math, right?

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
So you see "friends"... Either I'm through that hole with you, or I'm gonna sing like Johnny Cash!

Fernando Sucre:
You wanna rile up the meat in concrete, turn up the heat.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[after Scofield broke the A/C] Can't you transfer us some place cooler? Like... Africa?

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: [T-Bag and other inmates are banging on the fence to get out of the cell block. Bellick and the other C.O.'s are on the other side] "Hey Bellick, Bellick. I got one for ya. What do you call a piece of white trash, that couldn't pass the cops exam, and now makes less then a mailman? A C.O."

Captain Brad Bellick:
Captain Brad Bellick: [Bellick getting back at Teddy for his joke] "You know Teddy you've really let me down, which is a big disappointment since I don't expect much from the in-bred child of a retard. Thats right Teddy. I read your psych records. About how your daddy raped his mongoloid sister, and nine months later little Teddy popped out."

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"

John Abruzzi:
[Drilling through the wall with Sucre] Give me that! Demolition runs in my Family!

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[about the rising temperature in the cells] Not that hot?

[he points to an African American cellmate]

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
When this guy woke up, he was white!

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[Whilst leading a riot] Get on the train!, Get on the train!, Get on the train!

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Just what I thought the piglets are scared of the big, bad wolf!

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Why don't you send us someplace more cooler, like Africa?

Fernando Sucre:
I got a question for you fish. What if we do all this work and the pipe is ten feet that way?

Michael Scofield:
It won't be.

Fernando Sucre:
You got X-ray vision?

Michael Scofield:
I calculated the drill point coordinates, hid them in my tattoo, and then projected them back onto the wall. Everything's been worked out so the image hits the right spot. It's just math.

Fernando Sucre:
What if your math is wrong?

Michael Scofield:
You'll drill one of a dozen gas lines behind the wall. There'll be an explosion and we'll be burned alive.

Fernando Sucre:
But your good at math, right?

John Abruzzi:
[Drilling through the wall with Sucre] Give me that! Demolition runs in my family.

John Abruzzi:
Give me that thing! Demolition runs in the family...

John Abruzzi:
You're drilling holes with an eggbeater?

Fernando Sucre:
I know. Crazy, huh? It's called the "Hooker Law." It says that if you poke exact right holes in something big and strong, it gets very weak.

John Abruzzi:
That's true.

Fernando Sucre:
When the wall is weak, we'll be able knock her out. At least that's the plan.

John Abruzzi:
Yeah, that's always the plan.

Michael Scofield:
[to Sara] Grab my hand! Come on!

Alex Mahone:
[frustrated] This whole thing is just crap!

General Jonathan Krantz:
[Determined] This will all be over by the end of the day.

Receptionist:
So... [Theodore turns around startled] ...couple of scruffy guys walk in, tell me they are from [pauses] the insurance company and they offer me 10,000$ if I knew where you are. [pauses] Something tells me there is a better offer on the table.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Well I be Trish-Ann, you just caught yourself a leprechaun, and as the legend goes, you got yourself one wish, anything in the world...

Receptionist:
Oh really?

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
...and I am bound to grant it

Receptionist:
Yeah? Well your commencement check sitting on my desk waiting to be signed. Thats a pretty nice pot of gold.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Before you say another word [looks around] now it's true leprechauns cannot refuse their captors demands but [pauses as he approaches her] if they deem her to be greedy or covetous with ever she desires will certainly be accompanied with disastrous tidings... [pauses and smiles] ... or so the legend goes.

Receptionist:
[thinks of her options] 3% of all your commission from here on out.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
[smiles] done.

Fernando Sucre:
Where's Maricruz?

Petey Cordero:
Hey, look, man ...

Fernando Sucre:
No, no, no, Petey, you look! I haven't slept in 72 hours, I've seen a man's hand get chopped off, I've been... I've been shot at, dug up a grave, stolen a car, jumped on a frickin' train! So please, just tell me where she is!

Kacee Franklin:
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't turn you in right now.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
You know what? I'll give you three: me, you and that beautiful little girl of ours. Baby, look, I've got a plan. I've got a plan that's gonna get us some money and you and I and baby and nobody can ever find us or bother us again! You've got to trust me. That's all I need is the opportunity for you to hear me out, all right?

Petey Cordero:
[over the phone] Hello?

Fernando Sucre:
Petey? It's Sucre.

Petey Cordero:
As in Fernando Sucre?

Fernando Sucre:
Is there another one?

Petey Cordero:
I hope not. But my boy Sucre would not be calling me on the telephone and therefore making me an accessory to his dumb-ass escape.

Fernando Sucre:
I'm sorry, bro. I jus- I just- I need you to get a hold of Maricruz. I can't call her cell because the Feds will be all over the place.

Brad Bellick:
[to Manche] Humpty-Dumpty climbed the wall, Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall.

Brad Bellick:
I knew the little whore'd take us right to 'em.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Do you understand what Daddy is going through right now?

Dede Franklin:
Sorta, but the kids at school have been saying stuff.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Okay, what have they been saying?

Dede Franklin:
They're saying you're on TV because you're a bad man.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
And what do you think?

Dede Franklin:
I think if I were some place and they wouldn't let me see you, I wouldn't do what they said, either.

Petey Cordero:
Listen, listen, man. You have got to forget about that girl.

Fernando Sucre:
If I could forget about her pendejo, I'd still be at Fox River sitting in cell 40 on your old bunk!

Petey Cordero:
Yeah, well, I hope you're holding onto something tight because I'm about to break it down for you, brother. You're too late. She's getting married to Hector on Saturday.

Nika Volek:
Michael, you should not have come here. The police have been here asking questions.

Michael Scofield:
We didn't have a choice.

Nika Volek:
Listen, you know I'm thankful for the help with the green card, but I just don't want to get involved ...

Michael Scofield:
I know, I know. It wasn't part of our deal! I know, I know! [sighs] I'm sorry. I'm sorry. There was nowhere else to go.

Nika Volek:
When I saw you on the news I was worried. I just hoped you'd crossed the border by now.

Michael Scofield:
So did I.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I don't want gratitude. I need leads, progress, answers. Anyone who can't deliver that - don't even unpack.

Roy Geary:
[about Manche] Did he sing?

Brad Bellick:
Like a fat sweaty bird.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Um... hi I'm Sara and I... uh... [long pause] . Over the years I worked with more than a few people who had a history of addiction and uh... I would tell them that I could understand what they're going through because I... used to be just like them. I used to be an addict too and I think... uh... I think that what's becoming clear to me is that... the reason I understood was because I am like them. I never used to be an addict. I uh... Hi my name is Sara and I'm an addict.

[everyone claps]

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
[undercover] Hi my name is Lance and I'm an addict. I guess a lot of what Sara just said resonates with me and what I'm going through...

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
I served my country and my country served me up.

Lincoln Burrows:
Man, it's quiet out here. Inside, there was always noise, you know. Someone yelling, guards making rounds. Kinda got used to it.

Michael Scofield:
You're right. We should go back.

[they both burst out laughing]

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
What's the hardest thing in the world for a con to do?

Agent Lang:
Nothing?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Mahone: Three things in life are certain, miss...?

Agent Lang:
Lang.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Death, taxes, and the fact that a man on the run will make a mistake sometime in the first 72 hours. Needing distance, he'll steal a car. Needing money, he'll rob a store. Needing help, he'll trust someone he shouldn't. And when he does, he'll leave behind the crumbs that will take us right to him.

[first lines]

Michael Scofield:
[narrating] My name is Michael Scofield, and I'm a fugitive. Three weeks ago, I was in a Panamanian prison. While I was there, I was approached by the Company. The Company is a corrupt organization involved in all levels of industry and government. They gave me two options: break one of their men, James Whistler, out of that prison or else they would kill the only woman I ever loved, Dr. Sara Tancredi. I held up my end of the deal, and I broke Whistler out. But the Company ... They killed Sara anyway. I don't know why the Company wanted James Whistler out of prison, but I've tracked him here to Los Angeles. He's with another Company agent I know only as Gretchen. The same agent who murdered Sara. This ends today. I came here seeking justice. The justice I now know the system cannot provide. So, if you're reading this letter, you'll know I died avenging Sara's death.

Gretchen Morgan:
[to Whistler] You pull this off, you can come up to my room later and the word 'no' won't be in my vocabulary.

[when the gang reunites in order to take down The Company]

Michael Scofield:
We all are a long way from where this started, but what I can guarantee you is that if we do this thing right, we'll be close to where it ends. Freedom, finally.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
[after Gretchen pulls a gun on him] You can NOT be serious!

Roland Glenn:
[to Lincoln] I've even tried a backdoor entry. You were in prison, I'm sure you were familiar with that one.

C-Note:
Concrete is my specialty. Can you dig it?

Nick Savrinn:
I was in the same spot when I was your age. He was in prison and like your dad, he was innocent.

LJ Burrows:
What happened? I mean, you know, at the end.

Nick Savrinn:
What I hope happens here, he got exonerated.

LJ Burrows:
What'd they say he did?

Nick Savrinn:
A lot of bad things. They weren't true and we proved that. Every day, every day was a lost cause, but we kept fighting. I mean, what else you gonna do when you love somebody? You gonna let them go out like that? So you fight. You keep fighting. You never give up. We're gonna beat this thing, okay?

Philly Falzone:
This is about money, isn't it?

Michael Scofield:
You're an astute man, Mr. Falzone?

John Abruzzi:
What?

Philly Falzone:
You're friend here, John, is trying to extort me.

Michael Scofield:
Not extortion. Insurance. I plan on being out of here one day. And I don't think my new resume is going to cut it in most places.

Philly Falzone:
How much?

Michael Scofield:
Two hundred thousand.

John Abruzzi:
I'm gonna kill you.

Michael Scofield:
Quid pro quo. You scratch my back, I scratch yours.

Michael Scofield:
If you touch her, I'll kill you myself.

Philly Falzone:
One, that's an empty threat. You are less than a gnat to me. And two, all you gotta do is give me the address, and we avoid this melodrama altogether.

Michael Scofield:
Why are you so cynical?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Michael, I think there's cynicism and there's realism.

Michael Scofield:
And there's optimism, hope, faith.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Thank you for trying to make me smile. But not today.

Michael Scofield:
You never know.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
[puts rocks from the hole in the guard's room on the table] Now we got a hell of a lot to talk about, don't we?

Michael Scofield:
[wipes rocks away] I got nothin' to say.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Now, you think you can play me, snowflake? 'Cause you got college? Big school learnin', huh. Well let me school you. Darwin wins inside these walls. Not Einstein. Darwin.

Corrections Officer Louis Patterson:
Yard time's over, ladies! Let's line it up!

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
I'm not done with you Fish!

Michael Scofield:
You never even got started.

John Abruzzi:
Philly.

Philly Falzone:
Sit down, kid.

Michael Scofield:
[sits]

Philly Falzone:
So... Fibonacci. How'd you find him?

Michael Scofield:
Did my homework.

Philly Falzone:
You get elliptical with me for one more second and I will cancel you. You understand me?

John Abruzzi:
Give it up, Fish.

Philly Falzone:
[outside of "Fibonacci's" house] Tonight we send the message, gentleman. We are gonna hurt him and his family, the way he hurt ours.

Lincoln Burrows:
How does it feel to be on the run?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I'll survive.

Lincoln Burrows:
Not if they catch ya. They'll send you to the chair.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
You think that's ironic?

Lincoln Burrows:
That'd be justice.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
You're my way to freedom, Michael, and I'm yours.

District Attorney:
I fail to see how any of this relates to Sara Tancredi and the fact that she aided and abetted, that she jumped bail...

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
She did so because she feared for her life. Which was appropriate, as I had orders to kill her.

Captain Brad Bellick:
Where's the money?

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Pretty boy's got it. He's out there with a royal flush and you're in here with a busted straight. That hardly seems right, does it?

Captain Brad Bellick:
Your hand don't look much better.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Maybe I got an ace up my sleeve.

Michael Scofield:
Sara, it's me. It's a strange thing, leaving a message for someone you know is never going to get it. I can only assume the worst, so... this'll be the last message I leave for you. I just want you to know that I made it. But it's no good without you.

Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
D.B. Cooper was driving a 1965 Chevy Nova.

Wheeler:
There's no record on file that Cooper even had a car.

Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
But Charles Westmoreland did, and the car registered to him at the time was a 1965 Chevy Nova with a 16 gallon gas tank. Back then, a Chevy that size got approximately 8 miles to the gallon. Now, D.B. stopped at the station in American Fork, gassed up once early that day and came back later that same night and gassed up again. Now, why would a guy headed to Mexico, which is a straight shot south, drive off the main road for an all-day detour?

Wheeler:
The money.

Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Exactly. Cooper, Westmoreland, jumped out of a plane with 5 million dollars, but Westmoreland didn't have the money on him when he was arrested. He ditched it before he got caught.

Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
[to a nearby agent] Give me that magic marker.

Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
[continues to Wheeler] From American Fork, he couldn't have gone further than 64 miles in any direction. I want everything you've got in that perimiter. Those cons are in one of these towns and if there's so much as a cat missing in one of them, I want to know about it.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
I was only looking, Pretty! What's that old chestnut? I can look at the menu, doesn't mean I'm going to eat.

Jeanette:
Do you know what the best cure for a broken heart is?

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Do tell.

Jeanette:
Get back on the bike. Whatever bike it is.

Lincoln Burrows:
[his shovel hits something hard] I got somethin'.

Michael Scofield:
It's the silo's foundation.

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
Hells yeah!

Michael Scofield:
[whispering] Thank you Charles.

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
Yo man, this is not good. We got her up in our grill checkin' in on us all the time.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
The boy's right. My hand says "I can't dig". I'll volunteer to keep her occupied.

Michael Scofield:
You don't touch her.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Who are you, Sister Mary Francis? I know how to play nice.

Michael Scofield:
I'll be watchin'.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
'Aight man, one hand or not I think hillbilly needs to be up in here diggin'.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
We really need to get started, ma'am. We wouldn't want a pretty little thing like yourself sitting in the dark tonight, now do we?

Jeanette:
Now that depends on who I'm sitting with.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Touch?.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Damn, man, you still alive?

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
And kickin', homeboy.

Lincoln Burrows:
What happened?

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
Whoa! Ok, check it. This fool came in the shop, he was acting all shady, he got a bad vibe. So, he picked up his celly phone, he started making calls so I popped him.

Lincoln Burrows:
What?

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
I hit him with a shovel man, I didn't know what else to do! So, I just-I tied him up and put him in the back with that other country hick.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Here we go, here we go...

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
I came through, you gimp!

Fernando Sucre:
[to a hitchhiking C-Note] You walk here?

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
[about sending Tweener to the store] Mistake. Big mistake.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Ain't we did this dance before? You know, I say I want in, you say no. Then I threaten to tell somebody about what's goin' on here. Then you decide to play nice and we're one big happy family. Why don't we just stop wasting time, alright?

Michael Scofield:
Well as always, your timing is flawless.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
I don't follow.

Michael Scofield:
Let me try to explain it to you. We're tryin' to run something here, and we can't have people walking in off the street.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Oh, oh, OK. So you want us to leave and then you can just mail us the cheque?

Michael Scofield:
[walks over to Sucre] Sucre, I know you trust me and you know I'll cut you in on that money but the two of you being here right now jeopardizes everything.

Fernando Sucre:
I'm not going nowhere. I want my share of the money.

Michael Scofield:
Where'd you lean about electricity?

Lincoln Burrows:
Used to steal copper wires from transformer boxes. Sell 'em on the docks, make a few bucks. When you were at school, of course.

Wheeler:
What makes you think that these escapees know where the money is?

Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Because they may have been locked up with the real D.B. Cooper.

Michael Scofield:
I want you to go back to that garden center and get everything on this list. And gas up the car. We'll meet you right back here in one hour.

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
Aight.

Michael Scofield:
And David... don't screw this up.

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
This ain't Fox River anymore, man. You're lookin' at the real deal now.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
I remembered the best I can, gents, but I didn't know this place would now be smothered in tract homes. So, you know, sorry I'm not Rain Man over here.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
You know, to be honest, I was expecting to brief the president.

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
Yeah, about that. Right now, as you can imagine, Caroline's quite busy.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
She's always been busy, I've been working side by side with her for 15 years.

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
Paul - she's the president of the United States now.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman:
Yes, Bill, and I helped to put her there.

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
Well, if you'd like for her to remain in office, you'll take my advice and just stay on the sidelines for now.

David 'Tweener' Apolskis:
Yo, we gots company.

[Sucre and C-Note walk in]

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
What's up, snowflake?

Michael Scofield:
I don't want to hear anything out of your mouth other than what your photographic memory spits out regarding that map!

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
You watch your tone with me, boy.

Michael Scofield:
I will watch you get tossed to the side of the road to fend for yourself, boy. Because if you can't remember where that silo was, you're worthless to us.

Captain Brad Bellick:
God's been smiling down on me, I can tell you that. First, I caught up to Haywire up in Algoma. He did a swan dive off a grain elevator before they could put him away, but I still get the reward.

Fernando Sucre:
Wait, wait, wait. He's dead?

Captain Brad Bellick:
Yep, like a gnat on a Peterbilt. Hope you don't take the same route, Sucre.

Fernando Sucre:
Oh, hell no, I got plenty reasons to live.

Captain Brad Bellick:
I hope a few of them are in Fox River.

[talking to Michael]

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
There's one difference between me and Agent Mahone. He doesn't know the value of a bird in the hand. He just keeps beating and beating around that bush. But if you don't give up Burrows, I don't care. One down, one to go. [points a gun at Michael's head]

FBI Agent Wheeler:
C-Note, right?

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
Yeah. Whatever, man.

FBI Agent Wheeler:
All I need you to do is tell me exactly what Agent Mahone told you. If you give me Mahone, I'll give you your life back.

Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin:
My family is in trouble. There's a man out there that's trying to hurt my family!

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
You know, it's why I started.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Started what?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Using. Same reason as you.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Why? Because you had to stay up all night during residency? [laughs] Because the bass player dumped you in front of the whole sorority? Yeah, you and I got a lot in common.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I've seen people die too.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I'm assuming you didn't make them die.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
You need help.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Not what I'm lookin' for. [pulls out his gun] For your sake, I hope your boyfriend calls back real soon.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
You gotta know it's not real hard for me to recognize a junkie. I - I... I'm saying, you don't look so good.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I'm fine.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
You mind me asking what you're taking?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Here, you want one?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
No, that's okay...

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
[throws Sara a pill; she catches it] Save it for later.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Benzodiazepine's a hardcore tranquillizer, man. You take these everyday?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
Twenty milligrams.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
You must feel like you're walking under water.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I do. It's very quiet down here.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
That's why you started, right? Peace and quiet? It's not why you do it any more though, it is? I know it's the headaches, right? And you probably don't sleep. And you know you're gonna destroy yourself, right?

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
I hadn't ruled that out as a possibility.

Michael Scofield:
[to Sara and Lincoln] If anything happens... I love you both.

Secret Service Special Agent William 'Bill' Kim:
I had the honor of attending Mount Fort Military Academy, whose mission it is to ensure the greatness of this country and its future leadership, by encouraging patriotism, building a strong moral foundation, and providing a service of men committed to the values of honor and freedom of the country. But, first and foremost, they taught you this. [he punches Michael in the face repeatedly]

Michael Scofield:
There is one thing we can do... we gotta disappear... forever.

Maricruz Delgado:
How do you say cherries again?

Fernando Sucre:
Cereza.

Maricruz Delgado:
Looks like you have to get more cerezas.

Fernando Sucre:
Baby, I just got you 100 pistachios, with the right amount of salt, too.

Maricruz Delgado:
Well, it's the combination. I need both.

Fernando Sucre:
Why am I a sucker for you, huh? [speaking spanish] Todo lo que tu me dices you voy y lo hago. Todo! No no olvidate, no si te digo tu...

Lincoln Burrows:
You don't take a piss without a plan, man. Come on. Look at me, I never think things through and look where it got me.

Fernando Sucre:
What did you do to them? Where are they? Maricruz!

Captain Brad Bellick:
Hey, hey, hey, hey, keep your cap on. They're out picking apples for the Snuffleupagus.

Fernando Sucre:
If you ever...

Captain Brad Bellick:
Calm down! They're going to walk back in here any minute which means trouble. Now, unless you want to see me try out the new T-20Z on your bella muchacha, Mari-poon, I think you'd better come with me.

Maricruz Delgado:
Do you really believe that the money is at the airport? Hey, forget it. Look at what we have together. Do you really want to risk that? We have everything that we need.

[talking about Michael]

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
He decided it was for the best, and I couldn't take this anymore.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
It's over just like that, huh?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Yeah.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
It's over like the time you flew to New Mexico on a dead woman's ID to meet up with him? Or it's over like the time that you met up and got back together at the train station in Evansville? Or maybe like today, when you checked into this hotel here two hours ago? Which one is it like, like that?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I don't honestly care if you believe me or not.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
No plans to meet? No phone calls?

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I'm telling you the truth.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
He's not going to call you? [Sara slams the phone on the coffee table] Don't lie to me. You don't want to do that.

FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone:
[on the floor] You don't really wanna do this.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
[pointing a gun at Mahone while leaving the room] You don't know the first thing about what I want!

Lincoln Burrows:
[answering phone] Yeah?

President Caroline Reynolds:
Lincoln Burrows?

Lincoln Burrows:
Caroline Reynolds.

President Caroline Reynolds:
I understand you have something for me. [silence] You still there?

Lincoln Burrows:
Oh, I'm here. It's good to finally talk to you. Wish I had the chance one of those 242 nights I spent on death row, you ...

President Caroline Reynolds:
Please just play the tape.

[Lincoln holds his phone up to the computer and the recording plays... ]

President Caroline Reynolds:
It's awful, I know. But the choice was clear, you needed to be far away from all of this.

Terrence Steadman:
I am. I'm the Isle of Terrance, far off to sea.

President Caroline Reynolds:
But I'm still here for you. Now listen to me. Don't dwell on the negative.

Terrence Steadman:
Some people deserve to dwell, Caroline.

President Caroline Reynolds:
You know I'm only a phone call away.

Terrence Steadman:
Mmhmm. And 3000 miles. Do - do you know how cold it is here?

President Caroline Reynolds:
We talked about this, Terrance. You knew that you would be lonely, but it's only temporary. His appeals process has started already. This is gonna fly by quicker than your twenties. And soon the world will forget all about him. And they'll forget about you too, I promise.

Terrence Steadman:
But... it's killing me, not being able to see you. Sweet Caroline.

President Caroline Reynolds:
I wanna see you too, but that can't happen right now.

Terrence Steadman:
This house is so big, I just... I just think of you, lying in bed.

President Caroline Reynolds:
I know. Me too.

Terrence Steadman:
Your warmth, your touch...

[Caroline hangs up the phone]

President Caroline Reynolds:
Was it quick, when he killed himself?

Michael Scofield:
It was a lot quicker than how my father died. They shot him. In the back. He died in my arms.

President Caroline Reynolds:
I just wanna know what happened.

Michael Scofield:
Your brother apologized. He said he was sorry and then he blew his brains out all over the wall. It was quick and it was his decision... [hardens his tone] and now it's time for you to make yours.

Michael Scofield:
And when the exchange is over, and LJ is safe, you and I are gonna spend some quality time.

Susan B. Anthony:
When the exchange is over, you better run for your life.

Susan B. Anthony:
What's so funny?

LJ Burrows:
You, thinking you're gonna outsmart my uncle.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
[addressing the prisoners] Lechero is dead! I come before you now to bury the man. Not to praise him, for there is nothing praiseworthy about his rule here. Having one of our own dictate to us? Well, that's just not the natural order. All cons are equal! I have the last remnants of Lechero's cruel empire in my hand. An empire which I willingly participated in and witnessed first-hand. Money. Made off of your backs and off the backs of your family! It's yours. And I'm here to tell you, I'm giving it back.

[Michael just kissed her]

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
What do you want from me Michael?

Michael Scofield:
Sara. [pause] I need you to do something for me.

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
What?

[he strokes her hair]

Michael Scofield:
Wait for me. It won't always be like this, this room, this place.

[she kisses his hands]

Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Until then I can't. We can't. [someone comes in] Damn it. I can't. And I gotta go.