Prison Break, Season 2

Bellick:
We don't need you. We are on these guys' trail and it's just a matter of time 'til we nail them.

Agent Mahone:
The problem I find with being on a trail is that by definition, you'll always be behind your prey.

Abruzzi:
These trousers are a little bit too short. Don't you think?

Lincoln:
Chop your feet off. You're good at that.

Sucre:
This jacket isn't exactly the best thing, you know what I'm saying?

Michael:
You want variety? Hit Target.

Agent Mahone:
[Addressing reporters at a press conference following the escape] I'd like to uhh... Talk about John Wilkes Booth for a moment here if I could. Abraham Lincoln's killer. Twelve days, that's how long it took to find him. In his journal during that 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 compunded, magnified, by flight. By the sounds of dogs at his heels. Fortunately for us, while our quarry has night and shade as their their ally we have something far greater: television. I would encourage everyone who is watching, everyone one in this country to take a good look at these faces. [Points at the pictures of the escapees placed on a board] These men right here are now the eight-most wanted men in America.

Agent Ives:
The warden down at Fox River called, asking to be kept in the loop. What should I tell him?

Agent Mahone:
Tell him he's no longer in it.

Agent Mahone:
I really do, professionally speaking, have a lot of admiration for Lincoln and Michael.

L.J.:
Cool. Now we are buddies.

Agent Mahone:
You know, for someone who's so convinced that the government is capable of so many underhanded things, you sure are playing fast and loose with me.

L.J.:
What are you gonna do, throw another fake murder charge on me?

Lincoln:
[to L.J., on the phone] On the third, look out for Otis Wright. Until then, keep your head up.

Lincoln:
[to Michael] If this doesn't work out and you end up going back to Fox River, I ain't coming to get you. I mean, you are the brains and I am the brute.

Lincoln:
Man, it's quiet out here. Inside, there was always noise, you know? Someone yelling, guards making rounds... I got used to it.

Michael:
You're right. We should go back.

[Both start laughing]

Michael:
Breaking out was just the beginning, now it gets a little more interesting.

Lincoln:
Mmm hmm. 'Cos me being strapped into an electric chair wasn't interesting enough.

Lincoln:
The car could blow any second, Michael.

Michael:
Well, the Feds are going to be here in about two minutes. If it doesn't look like we're dead, we will be. Rock, paper, scissors?

[Lincoln starts to walk towards the car]

Michael:
Linc!

Lincoln:
It's my turn.

Governor Tancredi:
Sara. I paid your bail.

Sara:
You took your time.

Governor Tancredi:
I'm the governor. I do have things to do...

Sara:
Go to hell, dad.

Bellick:
I knew the little whore would take us right to 'em.

Kellerman:
[to Sara] This really is like the best pie I've ever had. [pause] Do you know what it needs, though?

Sara:
Hmm?

Kellerman:
Some crack.

Sara:
[laughs]

Kellerman:
No... you know... not a lot... a pinch.

Sara:
A pinch of crack?

Kellerman:
A pinch of crack. A pinch of crack, a dollop of smack... mmm... that's good pie.

Sara:
That's so wrong.

Sara:
[answers her cell phone] Hello.

Michael:
Sara. It's me.

Sara:
[walks away from Kellerman] What do you want?

Michael:
I don't have time to talk and there's every chance that they're listening to this call right now, but there's a lot I want to say. Please don't hang up on me.

Sara:
I don't...I don't want to talk to you.

Michael:
[rest forehead against the wall] I heard about...I heard about what happened, and I want you to know...I want you to know how sorry I am for everything.

Sara:
Sorry's not going to do me a whole lot of good with what I'm up against right now.

Michael:
Listen, anyone with any ties to me and my brother is in danger now.

Sara:
I have no ties to you and your brother anymore.

Michael:
There's a way I can protect you. It's already in your possession.

Sara:
[running her hands through her hair] What are you talking about?

Michael:
It was real, Sara. You and me, it's real [pause and then hangs up].

Sara:
Michael? [Kellerman looks up]

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

Kellerman:
[to Sara] I've got skeletons in my closet too, and one of them wears a dress.

Michael (to T-bag walking on the street):
Hey Pretty!

Michael:
Tell me that's not what I know it is.

T-Bag:
Oh it is. But don't worry. Before I destroyed it I committed it to my photographic memory. I would have tattooed it to my body but I didn't have the time.

T-Bag:
Don't you feel all warm inside now that we're all working together?

Michael:
We're not working together. You're just here to lend a hand.

Lincoln:
Before or after Sheep Road?

[silence]

Michael:
What's the matter, Theodore, did you forget?

T-Bag:
How could I forget a road called Sheep?

Store clerk:
Maybe I know your grandpa... What's his name?

Tweener:
His name is Grandpa!

Agent:
Do you think he's a genius or a whack job?

Mahone:
I think we answered that question when we assigned 100 agents to the case.

Lincoln:
The ranch is gone Michael.

Michael:
Well the 5 million may not be.

T-Bag:
And you gonna find it how? What, you got a divining rod tattooed on your ass?

Michael:
I DON'T WANNA HEAR ANYTHING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH OTHER THAN WHAT YOUR PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORY SPITS OUT REGARDING THAT MAP!

T-Bag:
You watch your tone with me, boy.

Michael:
I'll 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.

Michael:
You see these 2 trees? They're shorter than the rest. They were all planted at the same time. But those 2 didn't get as much sunlight.

Lincoln:
Something was in their way.

Michael:
The silo. Our money should be right there, under that garage.

T-Bag:
You better be right, boy.

Michael:
This isn't a high end subdivision. They slapped this place up overnight. The silo's foundations might still be there. To save money they probably just laid that concrete for the garage floor right on top of it. We'll dig straight down. If we hit the foundation, we stay. If not, we go.

Jeanette:
A systems what?

Michael:
Its a systems diagnostics test. Footage from our gopher's cam picked up exactly where your line was... corrupted.

Jeanette:
And who corrupted it? You guys?

Michael:
Maybe. All I know is that my supervisor called and said that he wants me and my crew to get over here and fix that problem double quick, double time.

Jeanette:
So, you're not with the electric company?

Michael:
No, ma'am. Now feel free to call your company, but I should tell you all they'll do is send over some tech. Maybe tomorrow, if you're lucky. And he'll spend a whole day trying to find the problem and another day trying to fix it. But we're here right now. And we're ready to turn your juice back on.

Jeanette:
(interested) My juice?

Michael:
That's right.

T-Bag:
We really need to get started ma'am. Wouldn't want a pretty little thing like yourself sittin' in the dark tonight, now would we?

Jeanette:
Well that depends on who I'm sitting with.

T-Bag:
Touché!

C-note:
(To Michael) What's up, snowflake?

Michael:
Well as always your timing is flawless

C-note:
I don't follow.

Michael:
Lemme try and explain it to you. We're trying to run something here. We can't have people walking in from the street.

C-note:
Oh! Oh ok, so you want us to leave and then you can just mail us the check?

Michael:
(walking over to Fernando 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.

Sucre:
I'm not going nowhere. I want my share of the money.

C-note:
Ok man, hold on man. Ain't we did this dance before? Y'know I say I want in. You say no. Then I threaten to tell somebody about what's going on here. And then you decide to play nice and we're one big happy family! Why don't we just stop wasting time, alrite?

C-note:
Hey man, you still alive?

T-Bag:
And kicking, homeboy.

Jeanette:
Could you do something for me?

T-Bag:
I'm certain of it.

Jeanette:
Come here. (whispers) only you have to be very discreet.

T-Bag:
They don't come any discreeter.

Jeanette:
You know that big guy? The strong guy that doesn't speak much? Would you go in there and ask him if he would like to have a drink with me after he punches out, please?

T-Bag:
[to Michael](referring to Jeanette) She's got the hots for the big, strong one!

Lincoln:
(after disarming the lady cop) Let's be civil. Stop. Relax. Here you go.

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

Lincoln:
Figure it out. We can get the money another way.

Michael:
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 done. The hat's over the wall, Linc. For everyone.

Sara:
Hey Bruce

Bruce:
Oh hi, Sara

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

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

Sara:
Why?

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

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

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

Sara:
We had the votes, right?

Bruce:
Super majority.

Sara:
Ok, 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:
Never.

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

Michael:
Well, we can buy a conscience tomorrow.

Lincoln:
Well yeah, closing your eyes ain't gonna make it go away.

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

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

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

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

Patoshik:
You don't move around too well, do ya?

Lincoln:
You can still come with me.

Michael:
No, I can do this.

Lincoln:
And if you can't?

Michael:
Then we still meet up. Exactly where we planned.

Lincoln:
Bolshay Booze.

Michael:
Bolshoi.

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

Michael:
You remember how to get there?

Lincoln:
How can I forget?

Michael:
Thursday night. 6 o clock. It's our last shot. If we do this right, we're gone - forever.

Lincoln:
Lotta ground to cover in 3 days.

Michael:
Lotta ground.

Lincoln:
All right. Take care. (hugging Michael)

Michael:
They'll be gunning for you. They'll get you any way they can so...

Lincoln:
Yup!

Michael:
Tell L.J. Tell him I said there'll be a surf board with his name on it.

Lincoln:
Nice.

Sara:
My father's not a suicidal man.

Lady Cop:
What were you in for?

Sucre:
I don't wanna talk, lady.

Lady Cop:
I'm a prisoner in my own house. Least you can offer me is a little conversation. Alrite, just let me know when I hit it. Murder? Rape? Kidnapping? Sexual abuse? Child sexual abuse?

Sucre:
Aggravated robbery.

Agent Mahone:
Are you Catholic?

Agent Mahone:
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.

Tweener:
I have nothing to say, man.

Agent 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.

Agent Mahone:
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.

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

Agent 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.

Agent Mahone:
That's where I put the bullet in him.

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

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

Tweener:
Yo, sir. I think we should go back in...

Agent 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.

Tweener:
Know what? You were right. Does feel good to get stuff off your chest. Sorry I had to play you like that, bro.

Tweener:
Yo, yo. What... What...

Agent Mahone:
I got nothing against you kid...

Tweener:
What are you doing man?

Agent Mahone:
but they do.

Michael:
So this is how its gonna go down. After everything? Once a thief always a thief.

Sucre:
You just figuring that out?

Sara:
Making sure it doesn't look like I did it! People will ask questions if the day the governor was found killing himself, his daughter is found dead in what looks like a struggle.

Michael:
Adios amigos, huh?

Sucre:
What, too much?

Michael:
You were great.

Sucre:
(to Michael) Its gonna be OK, rite? I mean, if you can get eight people of prison, you can get my Puerto Rican ass out of this, rite? Can't you?

Agent Kim:
What does an origami bird have to do with any of this?

Kellerman:
Michael Scofield sent it to her? And since your brilliant plan to eliminate Sara Tancredi from the equation failed so completely -

Agent Kim:
- I wouldn't say it failed completely...

Kellerman:
There's a dead woman in a phonebooth. Civilian. Certain number of bodies you can sweep under the rug. President's rug is getting so full you can barely stand on it.

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

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

Sucre:
No, no, just think about it -

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

Sucre:
No, I know I just...

Michael:
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.

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

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

Sucre:
Look, 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.

Sucre:
They say people come into your life for a reason. Maybe my reason was to help you get out of Fox River, you know? To help you save your brother.

Michael:
No

Sucre:
Its okay, Papi. Let me go.

Sucre:
Hey, Petey. Uh, its me. Listen, I've got something to tell you.

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

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

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

Sucre:
Yeah, uh, you heard already?

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

Sucre:
What does Hector have to do with it?

Petey:
Well, it was his wedding! Wait man, what are you talking about?

Sucre:
Your bike. What are you talking about?

Petey:
The wedding.

Sucre:
What about the wedding?

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

Sucre:
She did?

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

Sucre:
At the river. I told you to leave me behind.

Michael:
Yeah, I tried but you know I got tangled up in the rope so...

L.J.:
Lemme get this straight. You paid that meth head to whoop my ass?

Lincoln:
Yeah. Feds waiting for me to come get you. It worked didn't it?

L.J.:
Yeah, it got me four stitches!

Sara:
There's one more bird.

Lincoln:
Listen, all the charges against you have been dropped. Free and clear to start a new life, a good life. Not constantly running and looking over your shoulder -

L.J.:
You want me to leave?

Lincoln:
No... no.

L.J.:
Good. 'Cause I'm not.

L.J.:
Hey, I'm not an idiot. I was on the run too, you know.

Lincoln:
Yeah, you were on the run. And you got caught.

L.J.:
Yeah, well I'm sorry I'm not a pro at being a con like you, dad!

Lincoln:
I saw you checking out those girls back at the diner.

L.J.:
What?

Lincoln:
C'mon. 'fess up.

L.J.:
I was just making sure they weren't staring at us.

Lincoln:
With what? Their asses? Beautiful girls in Panama. They love Americans.

L.J.:
Cool.

Lincoln:
So, how long have you known about girls?

L.J.:
Long enough.

Lincoln:
Since when?

L.J.:
13

Lincoln:
13. With who?

L.J.:
Donna Ensalmy

Lincoln:
She was the kid next door. She was about f-

L.J.:
Four years older than me?

Lincoln:
Your mom was paying her for French lessons.

L.J.:
Well, she earned the money.

Agent Mahone:
Pam, I really can't talk right now.

Michael:
Maybe I should call back.

Agent Mahone:
Who is this?

Michael:
I think you already know.

Agent Mahone:
If you've done anything to Pam or my boy...

Michael:
We both know your family's fine, although Pam did seem a little upset about you leaving. But then you had to, didn't you? Because you couldn't let her find out.

Agent Mahone:
Find out about what?

Michael:
Oscar Shales. You remember? The one that got away. Except he didn't get too far, did he?

Agent Mahone:
Ah, you're slippin' Scofield.

Michael:
Maybe. Let's hypothesize for a moment. Let's pretend I was the one who caught Shales. I don't think I could've just handed that psychopath over to the court. Not after he'd eluded me for so long. Made me look bad.

Agent Mahone:
You been out in the sun way too long, boy.

Michael:
You feds make a nice living. But not so nice you go around tearing up expensive sod. Not unless you had to do a little digging. Not unless you had to hide something. Or someone. That's what all the lye was about, wasn't it? See because there are two kinds of lye. In small amounts the first one can be a gardener's best friend. In large bags the other kind decomposes bodies.

Agent Mahone:
Ah, you should write mystery novels.

Michael:
I don't know about you, but if I'd buried someone in my own backyard, I'd think about it all the time. I'd think... I'd think maybe I should move that body. But then I'd remember that DNA leaches into soil. So even when the body was gone the proof of what I'd done would still be there. I can imagine how it feels. The pressure. The constant fear. Its more than a man can bear. I'm giving you a chance. Back off. Let me and my family disappear. And in return, I'll keep your little secret. How does that sound?

Agent Mahone:
Like a dead man talking.

Michael:
I know its not how you wanted us to play out. But sometimes things happen that are just... out of your control. This is one of those times. Take care of yourself.

Agent Mahone:
I'll see you soon Michael.

Agent Mahone:
Oh! and Michael,it just maybe sooner than you think.

Bellick:
You tell me where the money is or I'm gonna read it on your tombstone.

T-Bag:
Okay. Okay. I'll give you a clue. It ain't here.

Michael:
I've arranged for us to meet in Panama. We are meeting up with my brother tomorrow.

Sara:
Wait, that's your plan? To run away to Panama with the two most wanted men in America? Michael, I came here because I thought you were going to have real answers for me.

Michael:
This is an answer. And right now, it's the only one we've got.

Sara:
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 out into the street?

Michael:
I never meant for that to happen. I was doing what I needed to do. My brother was going to die.

Sara:
And my father is dead.

Bellick:
Get the stool.

Geary:
What stool?

Bellick:
The stool.

Michael:
First word of advice: Stop. Because when you get close, I will win everytime.

Agent Mahone:
You think?

Michael:
I'm not the one in the cage.

Agent Mahone:
No, you're not. There's one big difference between you and I, Michael. You just proved it. You can't kill. And that's what it's going to take to stop me because I don't have the same reservations. I can't. So whether it's today in Gila, or tomorrow in Albuquerque, or two months from now in Panama... I will get you. [whispers] I don't have a choice.

Sara:
Michael, tell me something. You think there is a part of you that enjoys this?

Michael:
Peroxide in an open wound? No.

Sara:
I mean, escaping from prison and being on the run, and the danger, and the fear, and the rush and all that. It uh... it feels to me like chasing a high? And... and I know what that's like and I should know better by now.

Lincoln:
Lincoln Junior.

Aldo:
You named him after yourself.

Lincoln:
I wasn't going to name him "Aldo".

Kellerman:
As you can see... Hi, my name is not Lance and I am not an addict.

Kellerman:
So, where is it?

Sara:
I don't know what you are talking about.

Kellerman:
Where is it?

Sara:
I don't know what you are talking about.

Kellerman:
Where is it?

Sara:
I don't know what you are talking about.

Kellerman:
Sara, there is a next step involved in this and you don't want to experience that.

Sara:
I swear to God I don't know what you are talking about. My father didn't give me anything. I don't know what you are talking about.

Michael:
If I surrender now, I lose everyone I love.

Priest:
But do you lose your soul in the process?

Michael:
Well, we all have our crosses to bear.

Lincoln:
I'll tell you how it's going to end. Me staring in your dead eye with my hand around your throat.

Agent Kim:
You don't even know who I am.

Kellerman:
Who are you risking your life for? Lincoln Burrows. Street thug. And why is that your concern? I mean, is there somewhere in the Hippocratic Oath where it says, "I pledge to risk my life for those who don't care about mine" because they don't care about yours. Burrows and Michael Scofield? They just used you.

Sara:
Are you surprised that there are people in the world that stand up to people like you? Are you that far gone?

Kellerman:
That's cute. Sad... but cute.

Sara:
Go to hell.

Kellerman:
[pulls Sara's head down to the water] You know what? Drowning is horrific. Don't get me wrong but once you give in, you just let the water come into your lungs and there is a certain euphoria, I hear. I guess as a junkie, I thought maybe you'd appreciate that.

Aldo:
We can fix this. I came back so that we can fix this.

Michael:
This can never be fixed.

Detective Slattery:
You left Chicago to see the sights in Tribune, Kansas?

Detective Slattery:
Mr Bellick...

Brad:
Brad.

Detective Slattery:
Brad, I really don't care what you are doing out here. We are both in the law enforcement. We can both sniff out a perp like a hot fart. Pardon my french. And we both know you're not a criminal. So, I don't care if you boys were out here whooping it without your wives or... going brokeback.

Brad:
Hell, no.

Agent Mahone:
I'm so tired of playing games.

Coyote:
Well, start typing.

Mahone:
[pulls the plug from a machine] No external pacemaking. [presses a button] Hey, this is a good one. No morphine drip.

Nurse:
Hey, what are you doing?

Mahone:
F.B.I., out, out, out! [kicks the door close]

Coyote:
What the hell are you doing?

Mahone:
Giving you a little incentive.

Micheal:
Fly safe, Papi.

Sucre:
[steps into the plane] Give 'em hell.

Lincoln:
What about your friend out there?

Michael:
If we're gonna go down, might as well go down swinging.

Agent Mahone:
Turn around. TURN AROUND!

Michael:
If you're gonna murder us Alex, you have to look us in the eyes while you do it.

Agent Mahone:
Shut up.

Lincoln:
You want me, you got me. Let my brother go!

Agent Mahone:
I don't want either of you. I JUST WANT MY LIFE BACK!

Michael:
You'd kill two innocent men to get it, huh?

Agent Mahone:
Absolutely.

Agent Kim:
Give me one good reason why those brothers are still alive.

Kellerman:
Bad day, Bill?

Agent Kim:
Sorry I thought this was someone who still existed. How's the jerky business, Owen?

Kellerman:
Actually it's looking pretty good right about now.

Michael:
You know we have no idea what's behind that door?

Lincoln:
Nope... you ready?

Michael:
No, you?

Lincoln:
No.

Michael:
Let's go.

T-Bag:
Don't be frightened. Teddy's home.

Kellerman:
President Reynolds ruined your life, she ruined my life. You wanna take the bitch down? You just found your inside man but it's gotta be RIGHT NOW.

T-Bag:
This is what my auntie used to call Hobo Chicken. One part chicken, two parts spice, and three parts actual hobo.

T-Bag:
I, uh, know fowl isn't part of a traditional brunch per se, but I have found a lean meat can act as an aparetif to awaken the palet for more subtle flavors and textures such as... Mama mia! Pumpkin cinnamon bread with fresh strawberries and cream!

Sara (To Michael):
When you first take the job, they tell you never to fall in love with an inmate...

Haywire:
I just wanna go...

w:
Sara Tancredi: You still owe me dinner.

w:
Michael Scofield: Is that so?

w:
Sara Tancredi: Yeah. First week in Fox River you said that if you ever got out of there that you would take me to dinner.

w:
Lincoln Burrows: You know about this?

w:
Sara Tancredi: Not until it came out his mouth.

Michael:
If anything happens I love you both.

Caroline:
The things you do for your brother, it's impressive.

Michael:
I could say the same for you. But I won't.

Caroline:
(On tape) It's awful, I know.

Terrence:
Mmm.

Caroline:
But the choice was clear. You needed to be far away from all of this.

Terrence:
I am. I'm the Isle of Terrence, far off to sea.

Caroline:
But I'm still here for you. Now, listen to me, don't dwell on the negative.

Terrence:
Some people deserve to dwell, Caroline.

Caroline:
You know I'm only a phone call away.

Terrence:
And 3000 miles. Do you... Do you know how cold it is here?

Caroline:
We talked about this, Terrence. You knew that you would be lonely, but it's only temporary. His appeals process has started already. This is gonna fly by quicker then your 20's. And soon the world will forget all about him, and they'll forget about you too. I promise.

Terrence:
But, it's killing me not being able to see you, sweet Caroline.

Caroline:
I wanna see you, too. But that can't happen right now.

Terrence:
This house is so big. I just think of you...lying in bed.

Caroline:
I know. Me, too.

Terrence:
Your warmth, your touch.

Caroline:
[in a televised statement] In the best interest of this country effect of immediately, I am stepping down as president of the United States.

Lincoln:
She ain't the president, the tape's useless.

Michael:
She can't pardon anyone.

Lincoln:
We've got nothing.

Michael:
There's only thing we can do. We've got to disappear... forever.

Michael:
Listen, Sara, Linc and I are on the ship. This is it. There's no turning back now, so... I know it's not what you wanted from your life, but, in case you're interested, there is room for one more.

Sara:
Michael Scofield, you asking me to sail off into the sunset with you?

Michael:
Well, it's more of a freighter, but, uh, yes.

Sara:
I'll be there.

Michael:
I'll see you soon.

Lincoln:
How much further?

Michael:
Not far.

Lincoln:
You know, for what it's worth, no one forced Sara to do what she did.

Michael:
Whatever gets you through the night.

Lincoln:
What the hell does that mean? I didn't ask you to use her.

Michael:
It's not that simple.

Lincoln:
Whatever gets you through the night, buddy.

Michael:
You know what amazes me, Linc? Nothing ever registers with you. Ever. Just rolls right off your back, doesn't it? We ruined Sara's life and it's like you don't even care.

Lincoln:
Is that what you think?

Michael:
Well, we're here, and Sara's back there in prison. Does that seem fair to you?

Lincoln:
None of it's fair. Just don't make this about boy loses girl.

Michael:
Who should it be about, Linc? Westmoreland? Tweener? LJ?

Lincoln:
Let me stop you right there.

Michael:
Do you remember the name of the guard that was murdered because of the riot I started?

Lincoln:
Shut up, Michael.

Michael:
Do you even remember his name? I bet you remember Veronica's name, though, don't you?

Lincoln:
You mention her name again, I swear to God...

Michael:
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:
I didn't ask you to do what you did.

Michael:
They were gonna kill you, Linc!

Lincoln:
Well, maybe you should've let them!

Michael:
Take that back.

Sucre:
I'm gonna kill him.

Michael:
And go right back to prison.

Sucre:
I don't care. Once we get the money and he tells me where Maricruz is, I'm gonna kill him.

Michael:
If you find Maricruz, you're gonna marry Maricruz and live happily ever after.

Sucre:
Yeah, after I sink a knife in Bellick's chest.

Michael:
Bellick and T-Bag will get theirs, trust me.

Sucre:
Didn't Fox River teach you anything man? 'Cause the same rules apply out here. It doesn't make a difference if you're guilty or innocent. It's who survives.

Michael:
You're not that guy.

Sucre:
That son of a bitch took my girl and locked her up somewhere. I am that guy now, Michael. Look at me.

Michael:
The only reason I'm not five miles away from here right now is because I want to help you find Maricruz, not kill Bellick. And if that's your game, I'm gone. Believe me, I understand the impulse to pull the trigger. But if we lose ourselves, we lose everything.

[About Sara's sentence]

Sara:
Well?

Marty:
Twelve years.

Sara:
No. No. The jury heard Michael's tape.

Marty:
They heard a convicted felon lie for a woman that he clearly cares for. He's got no credibility. Sara, we need to take a hard look at what they're offering.

Sara:
Due respect, Marty, we aren't going to prison, I am.

Lincoln:
He didn't answer.

Mahone:
I certainly hope your brother makes it back to that boat.

Lincoln:
And if he doesn't? You should see yourself. You look like you're hanging in there by a thread.

Mahone:
I just want this over with.

Lincoln:
Then you should never have come down here. In case you hadn't noticed, me and my brother don't quit for no one.

Mahone:
Thank God for that. Because it's guys that are accused of things like you were that keep guys like me in business... Kept... guys like me in business, rather.

Lincoln:
It's gonna end bad for you, man. Couple of things in this world I'm good at. One of them is looking into a man's eye and knowing when he's beat.

T-Bag:
[holding a knife to Michael] What exactly is it that you want, pretty?

Michael:
[closes door] I'm turning you in.

T-Bag:
Is that it? Really? It ain't about the money? 'Cause if it is, you can tell me. Ain't nobody here but us cons.

Michael:
You can walk... or get dragged, that's up to you.

T-Bag:
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 gonna spell out the present options. Either we split this money, and you can go get your legs tattooed or whatever the hell it is you want, or they're gonna find your corpse slumped over that there chair with your pants down around your ankles, 'cause it's been a long time coming, pretty.

[Michael walks over to counter, takes bottle, smashes it into weapon]

T-Bag:
Well, I got my answer.

Michael:
Whenever you're done yakking.

T-Bag:
... Bring it, bitch.

[over phone]

Michael:
Linc?

Lincoln:
I'm sorry, Michael.

Michael:
What's wrong?

Mahone:
Hello, Michael.

Michael:
If you touch my brother, you're a dead man.

Mahone:
Oh, please. You don't have to worry about that. But, when it comes right down to it, he's just like you. He has a heart that won't kill a man.

[Camera reveals Lincoln in handcuffs]

Michael:
What do you want Alex?

Mahone:
I'll tell you exactly what I want. But first things first. When the authorities captured Bagwell today, the money was nowhere to be found. Now, I can only assume... that you've got the money... aboard the Christina Rose, right now. It's an amazing plan, Michael. Take the money, take the boat, disappear forever. But you... are not the only one that needs to disappear. You still there?

Michael:
Yeah, I'm still here.

Mahone:
Good. Because I'm gonna say this and I'm gonna say this once. Bring me the money, bring me the boat.

Michael:
You are out of your mind.

Mahone:
Not really. We both have something the other person needs. It all comes down to this, Michael. Your brother for your plan. Five minutes, that's all you have.

Lincoln:
How's it feel being on the run?

Mahone:
I'll survive.

Lincoln:
Not if they catch you. They'll send you to the chair.

Mahone:
Do you think that's ironic?

Lincoln:
That'd be justice.

[In court at Sara's trial]

Paul:
What I'm about to divulge to you will, in all likelihood, get me killed. Actually, I guarantee it.

Lawyer:
Then why are you doing it?

Paul:
Because this was supposed to be about country, about loyalty, about what's right, but it wasn't, because I wronged people who should not have been wronged. Those orders were given by Caroline Reynolds who was Vice President at the time. Acting on those orders, I planted evidence, I procured a body, I lured Lincoln Burrows into that parking garage that evening under the auspices of a different hit. Ground up, we framed him. See, Lincoln Burrows get executed, people forget about Terrence Steadman, the controversy surrounding him and the Presidency, and nobody ever knows about The Company.

Woman Lawyer:
Yes, which is a shadowy cabal of corporations that pretty much influence everything that happens in this country. But I fail to see how any of this is relevant to Sara Tancredi and the fact that she aided and abetted, that she jumped bail--

Paul:
She did so because she feared for her life, which was appropriate, as I had orders to kill her.

[In van for prisoner transport while guard is checking engine]

Paul:
In the French Resistance, it was considered a high honor to face a Nazi firing squad--

Guard:
I thought I told you to be quiet.

Paul:
Meant you did your job. The highest honor was to smile when they shot you.

[Van door opens, reveals masked men with machine guns]

Paul:
Took you long enough.

Michael:
We did it, Linc. We did it.

Lincoln:
Yeah.

Kim:
No. [camera shows him on dock, pointing gun at them] You almost did it.

Lincoln:
You want the money?! [throws bag on ground] Take the money. Take it.

Kim:
You think this is about the money? [kicks bag into water] Pocket change like $5 million?

Michael:
Then what is it about? My brother's been exonerated. The President stepped down. We're not a threat anymore. It's over.

Kim:
You may be done with us, but that doesn't mean we're done with you. The police are on there way.

Lincoln:
It started with me. Let my brother go.

Kim:
Oh, that's sweet. That's sweet. You don't hear that much anymore, that sort of fidelity in families. Two brothers that'll go to to the ends of the earth for each other. Too bad only one of you will survive.

Michael:
Don't!

[Gunshot, Kim falls in water, camera shows Sara shot him, they hear sirens in distance]

Michael:
We got to go.

Panama Policeman:
My men are ordered to fire if you don't come out of there with your hands first. Murder is not something that we take lightly on Panamanian soil. So come on out of there, and there will be no more deaths.

Sara:
[whispering] Michael, I took a man's life.

Michael:
Don't think about that now. You and I have got a date, remember? Two limes and a couple of beers, don't forget that.

Policeman:
This is your last warning!

Michael:
Give me the gun.

Sara:
I took a man's life...

Michael:
We're going to walk out of here together. We'll tell them exactly what happened.

[Sara starts crying]

Michael:
Look at me, look at me, look at me. Then, we're going to tell them what happened.

Sara:
Okay.

Michael:
We're gonna explain everything. And I'm going to do whatever I can to help you. Okay?

Sara:
[nodding] Yeah.

Michael:
Now, give me the gun.

Sara:
Here. [passes him gun]

Michael:
[standing] You ready? [they embrace]

Sara:
I love you.

Michael:
I love you, too, Sara. [they kiss]

Sara:
Okay.

Michael:
You ready?

Sara:
Yeah.

[They walk outside, Michael grabs Sara from behind and holds gun to her head]

Michael:
Don't move! I'll shoot!

Sara:
Michael, what are you doing?

Michael:
Nobody moves! Nobody! [whispering to Sara] You sacrificed everything for me once. No! Don't move!

Sara:
No, I can't let you do this. Michael! Michael!

Michael:
Now it's time to say thank you. [lets go of Sara, steps towards police] It was me! It was me!

Sara:
No! He's done nothing wrong!

Michael:
I did it! I did it!

Sara:
He's done nothing wrong! He's innocent!

Michael:
I did it! It was me!

Sara:
He hasn't hurt anybody, please, Michael! Michael, tell them the truth! Michael! He's done nothing wrong!

[over phone]

Pam:
Hello?

Mahone:
It's me.

Pam:
Getting impatient. Reminds me of when we were in college.

Mahone:
Did you buy the tickets yet?

Pam:
No, I'm still looking.

Mahone:
Don't.

Pam:
What?

Mahone:
Forget about them... Forget I ever existed.