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Previously on Prison Break.

I'm so sorry. They got me and Sara.

LJ and Sara will be traded for Whistler. Are we clear?

I want a picture of my son and Sara to prove they're alive.

I will have a court date one of these days, and you will be there.

- You're on your own. - Sofia Lugo.

I'm James Whistler's girlfriend.

- Why does he want this? - He's just a fisherman.

Tell your fisherman friend Scofield's brother has this.

- Just take the bounty off Whistler. - Whistler don't mean nothing to me.

There are ways I can be of assistance.

Whistler's clear?

Clear as the blue sky, brother.

- So, how are we getting out of here? - I have no idea.

- What the hell are you doing? - I just...

I need some money, and I didn't... I didn't know where else to go.

- I've got about $50. - No, no.

I'm talking about the millions, papi. The backpack?

There's all sorts of cash in that thing.

Need a place to crash, I got your back, but the backpack's gone.

Any money I dig out is for my brother.

Remember him? Tall guy, kind of thin. Busted your ass out of jail.

I feel bad about Mike. I do, Linc.

But not all of us got exonerated, you know.

- Pretty clear on that. - I can't ever go home again.

- You got problems, Sucre? - You ain't the only one, Linc.

That's right. We're all guilty of something, man.

All of us. Not them.

I want to help.

But it seems like it's only getting deeper and deeper.

Look, I just want money to get back on my feet and that's it, Linc.

Linc?

Never mind.

Doesn't take too long for a man to become animal, no?

The smart ones go for his bunk first.

What do the dumb ones do?

Hey, I was here first.

Mampi bitch, you been here two days.

I was the first one to the shoe, you sack-in-the-box--

now hand it over.

You're asking for a chicken foot, friend. You want this shoe?

You're gonna have to come and get it.

Leave him. Leave him.

I just wanted to express my thanks for, uh...

for Whistler.

I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about.

My mistake.

Anyway, I thought maybe we could make some kind of arrangement.

Maybe I could help out around Sona.

Come here, boy. Leave.

You help me? I'm the bucky massa here, boy.

Me. Not you.

So if anyone want anything at Sona,

it's me them will come to.

So do not walk in here asking for some favor

like we have some understanding. No, no, no, no, no.

We do not.

The next time you roll in here like that, boy,

the only thing you ask me for is mercy. Si?

Scofield, visitor.

Go on, boy.

Now, run along, your momma calling ya.

That bad, huh?

It's not good. You?

I followed that message you got from Whistler.

It's all about some book. A bird guide. Names and numbers on it.

Any clues as about who he might be?

No. We weren't the only ones following his directions.

His girl was there, says he's some kind of fisherman.

Yeah, sure he is.

Listen, man, I want you to check something out.

Oh, my God!

The way she's holding the paper it's like she's pointing at something.

- It's too small I can't read it. - This is today's paper.

She's pointing at Santa Rita. It's a small town 20 miles from here.

She's trying to tell us where she is.

I have to talk to her, Linc.

Even if they let you talk to her, man,

they'll be listening to every word you say. You can't do that.

We're gonna need more than the name of that town.

I'm coming up empty-handed here, Linc.

It's already been three days and...

I got nothing to show for it.

So, if I can't break Whistler out of here...

you're gonna have to break them out of there.

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So, what's the deal, mate? When's moving day?

I'll tell you the plan when you tell me who you are.

- I'm a fisherman. - Really? So am I.

You're worried about trusting me? My life is in your hands.

How am I supposed to know that I can trust you?

You don't.

- Boo-yah! - Hey.

Stuart Scott. Number one, right?

- You watch the SportsCenter? - Not recently.

Look, I need to get my hands on a phone.

I need to get my hands on some pechos.

But that ain't gonna happen either, is it?

Who you got to call so important anyway?

Sara.

Absolutely not.

It ain't a request; it's a dictation of terms.

My brother ain't thinking about escape till he talks to Sara.

Aw, that's sweet. I can assure of two things, Lincoln.

One, that Sara's fine and two,

you have a better chance of banging me on that bar

than you do of talking to her.

I appreciate the offer, but I'll pass.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Oh, what if that's a dictation of terms.

It's not a matter of negotiation. Government rip out all the phones

when they find out bad men in Sona still setting up deals.

Making bang-bangs just like before. They just did it over the phone.

Well, if they cut the lines, maybe we can fix 'em.

There's nothing to fix, bro.

There used to be a whole row of them all along the wall,

but they're gone now.

If you have no more questions I'm just gonna get going.

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.

He'll get his goodwill when Whistler's out.

One thing you should know about my brother, he's very stubborn.

You want him to fetch, you throw him a bone.

How does Michael think he's gonna get his hands on a phone inside Sona?

What about cell phones?

With all the traffic moving in and out of here.

Cell phone big no-no. Only one man has access to it,

and he would never let a zanahoria like you...

- ... get his hands on it. - Let me guess.

What is it?

The weekly from your operations on the outside.

Grave digger dropped it off.

That couldn't be. This envelope way too thin.

Stuff just moving a little slow on the outside these days.

Oh, stuff moving slow.

Somebody making it move slower.

Teodoro.

Set up something at the barber downstairs for me now.

Yes, sir. No problem at all.

You tell that bitch she nick me with the razor again,

I'm gonna use it 'pon her.

- You're still alive. - And you're still lovely.

Oh, please, I haven't showered in three days.

Whatever you smell like, it's a significant upgrade.

- When I didn't hear from you, I... - I'm sorry.

- I warned you it might be a bit... - I know, I know.

It's just... every time they dragged out a body...

Look at me. I promise you when I leave this place, it won't be like that.

Okay.

- Were you able to find my book? - Yeah. But there was this guy.

- He followed me. - What guy?

- I don't know. - Did he hurt you?

No, but he took it.

I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do.

- What did he lo like? - Um... shaved head, kind of big.

He said to tell you that Scofield's brother has it now.

- Who's Scofield? - Okay.

- Who's Scofield? - Hmm? No one.

He's just, um... he's someone I'm working with.

- He's gonna help me get out of here. - He's a lawyer?

Basically.

That's why you want him to have the book.

Look, Sofia, the less you know about this, the safer you'll be.

The less I know, the less help I'll be.

Exactly. I just need you to lay low for a while. Okay, sweetheart?

What the hell is going on, James?

What is so important about this book?

Nothing. It just has notes in it, you know, phone numbers.

It's people who know people who are going to help me get out of here.

You're lying.

Why would I lie to you?

You're the only person the world that I can trust.

Come here.

Come here.

Now, I just need you to trust me.

- And do what? - Nothing.

Sign out, please.

- You looking for something, blanquito? - Yeah, yeah, I am, I am.

- What you looking for then? - Just a little, uh...

- Little something to pass the time. - You got paper?

Go down to the lost and found with the rest of them.

- They'll hook you up proper. - All right.

I find you sniffing around where you don't belong,

you'll find yourself in that ring again...

against me.

I don't like your odds.

Hello?

I want you to check something out, all right?

Look at her left hand-- like she's pointing at something.

You'd better tell my cousin he'd better make himself available.

Better him short money than me short patience.

No comprende, boy?

I need a charge.

Teodoro, go on, get me laundry, no?

Sure thing, boss-- oh, almost forgot. I talked to the barber.

She's gonna squeeze you in today around 2:00.

If that pleases you, patron.

Patron.

I think it's time you made good on all the bad you've done, Theodore.

You and me, we're going to make a deal. Lechero has a cell phone.

- I need it. - No problem.

Shall I turn water into wine while I'm at it?

Maybe give the guy's mother a good rodgering?

She'd be a little old for your tastes, no?

Careful, Pretty. Don't bite the hand you trying to get fed out of.

I'm not looking for food, I'm looking for a favor.

Why the hell should I do you a favor, huh?

Cause unlike your new compadres, I know who you are,

what you've done and who you've done it to.

- Let me get this straight. - You're saying you gonna tell on me?

This here is a religious country, and I'm willing to bet the good folks

down in Panama don't take too kindly to rapists and pedophiles.

You want to bet against me?

Listen, mate. Here's what I know so far.

I know you've got a brother helping on the outside,

I know he ran into my girlfriend,

and I know he took a book from her that belongs to me.

- I'd like it back. - What's so special about this book?

Well, unless it has directions out of this prison,

I don't think it should really matter to you.

You don't know what matters to me.

You can get that book back when we get out of Sona.

Oh, yeah? And when the hell is that exactly?

Because so far I haven't seen bollocks in the way of breaking out of here.

Okay. Let me tell you what I know so far.

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.

Then why are you doing it?

You're upset because someone took a book from you.

This is what they took from me. So let's be clear.

This is what matters to me, not you and not your book.

- Hello. - Cousin, how is it?

- Hey, Augusto. You tell me, man. - Oh, business is cyclical, don dada.

Ebbs and flows.

Seems like there's more ebbing than flowing these days, huh?

- You think? - I'm gonna tell you what I think, man.

I think a black heart is trying to steal my business.

Is taking advantage of my situation.

If there are mistakes have been made, all I need is some honesty, man.

No mistakes, patr�n, I swear.

Well, maybe the problem isn't on the outside.

Maybe the problem is...

Augusto. Augusto?

Battery dead.

The bloodfire! How me phone come unplugged? Huh?

My battery dead. None of you know nothing, huh?

Mr. Mahone? Raul Darinda.

I am the public defender appointed to your case.

That's, uh... uh, that's great, that's great.

I've been putting together some notes that I...

- Looks like I have some great news. - We got you a trial date.

That's really... thank God. Thank God-- when?

June 13.

Oh, no, no, wait, wait, wait, the... 13th, 13th, that was last week.

- What, we missed it? - June 13 of next year, Mr. Mahone.

Next year. How the hell is that great news?

It usually takes two and a half years

for a non-citizen to get before a judge.

I've got a guy in, 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.

Which will all be taken into consideration...

A year from now!

I'm going to have to ask you to calm down, Mr. Mahone.

It's open and shut. It's a no-brainer for you.

I got a guy who can cop to...

The notion of one inmate taking the fall for another is not exactly fresh

and usually means someone was pressured into the confession.

Well, here's the thing, Raul.

I require a certain medication that they,

well, they just don't provide here, and I am...

Let's just say that it would be good for everybody if, um,

- if I got this medication. - Is that a threat?

No. No, it's a reality, it's, it's...

It's called Varatril and if you...

Look, if you are asking me to smuggle drugs into this prison, then...

No, no, I'm not... I'm not asking you to smuggle it.

- If you could get... - Good luck, Mr. Mahone.

So... Wait, you son of a bitch!

- Uh, boss, it's almost 2:00. - All right.

You want your cell phone, brother?

No, just be a half hour. Leave it for charge.

You got 30 minutes until he gets back.

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.

- Yeah? - Tell Sara to call me at this number.

All right, but this Susan chick, she hasn't even agreed to it yet, man.

What?

I only have 25 minutes with this phone, Linc.

I'm meeting her right now, but listen, Santa Rita ain't a one-horse town.

I hope that Sara can give us some kind of clue as to where...

Just get her on the line. Just get her on the line, okay?

- This is a one-shot deal. - Yeah, I know, man.

- 23 minutes. - I'm nearly there.

Hey, looks like we got off on the wrong foot here.

I'm not a violent guy. It's just that I need that shoe.

I can't hardly walk, and this place-- it changes people.

Oh, I never even got your name.

- Pistachio. - Pistachio? Now, that's just...

- That's a beautiful name. - What you want then?

Well, I was hoping we could make some kind of a deal. Trade.

The only thing sell, me no want to buy.

I like me men a little more... How you say, uh... ?

- Not fat. - Fat? This is all muscle. And I'd prove it

to you if I didn't think you'd take things south of the border.

Now, hold on. This is a negotiation. You don't have to...

I no gonna cut you. I got clients.

Get.

Welcome, patr�n. I'm so honored to have you.

Let's make this quick.

- Where the hell have you been? - A girl's got to look her best.

- This ain't a game, sister. - You'd better back the hell up.

It's becoming pretty clear you need us, so stop pretending you're in charge,

and give us what we want when we want it.

Starting with the damn phone call.

- Hello? - It's me.

- How are you? - I'm tired. Where...?

- Where are you? - It's a long story.

As it turns out, I don't appear to be going anywhere.

I know. I know. I'm working on that.

Listen, Sara, I miss how we used to talk. Do you remember...

How we used to talk?

- Yes. - Oh, good.

Good, because I saw your picture totay,

and I want you to know I understand...

I understand the difficult place you're in.

Michael, listen, I... I don't want you to think like that.

- Why is that? - You have to know it's a lost cause.

LJ and I-- we can see it now.

- It's a lost cause. Do you understand? - No, no. No, I... I don't. I don't.

Help me understand. Help me understand.

All I can think of to help is, maybe you just need more time?

It's like... It's like they're giving you until midnight,

and I'm sitting here at 3:00 a.m.

They're saying I have to hang up.

- Sara, I love you. - I love you, too.

Sara? Sara?!

Linc, they were never in Santa Rita.

- What? - She said it was a lost cause.

She said she could see it was a lost cause.

So?

The patron saint of lost causes is Saint Rita.

She was never telling us where they were.

She was telling us what they could see from where they were.

He's on his way. We need to get that phone back, like, rapido.

- One more thing, Linc. - Come on, Pretty!

Stall them!

She said, it's like they were giving us until midnight,

- but she was sitting at 3:00 a.m. - What the hell does that mean?

I don't know. Maybe they're near a clock or something.

That's all I got. Listen, I got to go. It's up to you.

Leave him alone, huh?

Lechero!

There's something you should know.

What?

I think that barber might have...

Uh... cut me?

Hmm. No. No. My mistake. I...

In fact, that there might just be the best shave I have ever seen.

Boy, you look like you need one today.

I might just do that.

Can't be walking around, looking all, uh, bhuttu.

Butu.

�Que paso, jefe?

Who is this?

Find out everything you can about this number.

Yo!

Don't move.

I want to know what the hell you're doing to James Whistler.

I'm doing nothing to James Whistler.

Listen, we're on the same team, all right?

Take it easy. Just...

Put the knife away. Put the knife away.

Put... the knife away.

We're not on the same team.

You want your boy out of Sona, right? Right?

Of course.

Well, I'm one of the guys who's going to break him out.

No. I talked to him this morning. He has a lawyer.

I don't know what he's told you, or who he is.

- I know who he is. - Right. A fisherman

that people want out so badly

they're willing to kidnap my son to get him.

Listen, you need to talk to him. You need to talk to him.

Where to, my friend?

I'm looking for a statue, a monument. Uh, Santa, Santa Rita.

- The lady of the lost causes. - Yeah, that's it.

The red light district. You looking to party?

Yeah.

- You all right? - What do you want?

Let you know you don't have to watch your back.

Make sure I don't have to watch mine.

My head was a free ticket out of here.

I don't begrudge anyone who did what they had to do to try and get it.

Besides...

...you never know when you'll need a friend in this place.

Where are you from?

Boardman, Ohio.

- Kalbarri. - Australia. Good fishing.

- You've been? - Passed through.

Small world.

What the hell are you doing in Panama?

I'm not really in the mood.

You're that cop, are you?

You know, I was looking at that Scofield.

I was trying to figure why he looked so bloody familiar.

Then, just now, hearing your voice,

I remember watching the press when that first happened.

And now you're in here together.

Small world.

You trying to get him out of here? Extradition or what?

I'm not really in that line of work anymore.

- What's he all about? - Scofield. I mean, is he dangerous?

What's it to you?

Just curious...

as to what kind of chap I'm dealing with.

I guess that depends on why you'd be dealing with him.

Like I said...

- you never know when you'll... - Need a friend.

Yeah.

See, one thing about Scofield is that,

for those that he cares about, he'll do just about anything.

But he'll screw you three ways to Sunday if he doesn't.

I can guess which side you ended up on.

Well...

Thanks for the chat.

You know, I really just came by...

No, you came by 'cause you wanted to find out more about Scofield,

but that's cool. We're squared away.

There. She is there.

That the only thing about Saint Rita in this town?

That I do not know, my friend.

Excuse me? Is there a clock around here? A clock, uh...

No. No comprendo.

Excuse me? Have you seen these people?

- No, senor. - Huh? No?

Clock.

Clock. Clock.

She said, it's like they were giving us until midnight.

Give us till 12.

But she was sitting at 3:00 a.m.

Three...

Sara.

Dad!

LJ!

LJ!

LJ! Sara!

Hello?

They made a move. Burrows made a move.

When?

It was the right place. I just couldn't get to it in time.

Did you see them? Do they look all right?

As far as I could tell, yeah.

You can keep that.

Keep it as a souvenir and give it to Sara when this is all done.

Michael, we can do this.

They wouldn't have gone to all this trouble to put you in here

if it wasn't possible to get out.

We can do this.

We can do it.

I think we need to talk.

Your friend, the one in the picture,

you say she's the reason you're here?

Then we have something in common.

The woman your brother met on the outside, her name is Sofia.

She's the reason I'm here.

Well, unless this Sofia is being held at gunpoint,

we got nothing in common. But maybe you can start by telling me

why the Company's so interested in you.

What company?

I don't have time for games.

Okay, okay, look. Look, I've been splitting time between here

and the Pacific Northwest running charters.

- Fishing? - Fishing, sightseeing--

whatever was paying the bloody rent.

Now, about a year ago, I took a guy out. He was some sort of naturalist.

He was, uh... he was taking water samples, measurements.

- What for? - I don't know.

I didn't really care as long as the check cleared,

but here's the thing. A few months later,

I get a call from somebody wanting to know where I took the guy.

And I told them I couldn't remember.

But then these, um...

then these government types,

they started showing up at my flat asking questions,

and I didn't know what to do.

So I got low, I came down to Panama,

and I moved in with Sofia full time. Until...

Until the fight at the bar.

Yeah, and then I end up here, where those same people show up

at visitation saying they're going to get me out.

And when they do, I'm to take them to the same place that I took that guy.

That's why I need the book your brother copped. It's my trip log.

I write notes in the margins, you know, coordinates, landmarks.

I need to retrace my steps and find that location. I don't have a choice.

That's a really interesting story,

but if that book's as valuable as you say it is,

maybe I should hold onto it for a little while,

make sure they hold up their end of the deal.

- You don't get this, do you? - I need time to be able to...

The only thing I'm responsible for is getting you out of here.

Whatever's between you and them is between you and them.

I'm sorry.

All right.

Do you have any idea how we're going to do this?

All I keep hearing is how no one gets out of this place.

I think I've heard that one before.

The sugarcane's so sweet.

The mangoes' so sweet, the women so...

Well, if it isn't the entertainer.

- How about a joke for us, boy? - Not now, fellas, I got to get...

Why don't you do a little dance for us, huh?

How about a little jig, huh? Maybe you need an extra hand?

- You got me. - Yeah, that's right.

I do get you, boy. You might've fooled him, but you're not fooling me.

- Excuse me, boss. - I asked you for privacy.

Just came in here to, to... thank you

for giving me a hand up in here, but if it's all the same,

I'd just like to be relieved of my duties.

- What are you talking about? - There's some, um...

loyalty issues going on, and I do not want to end up

torn between my fidelity to you

and the reality of having to keep my nose clean.

I've been around long enough to know that when the dominoes start falling,

it's the new guy that gets blamed for bumping the table.

You better stop spinning and start talking straight.

No! I ain't no rat.

I'm not asking you to be... a rat.

I'm asking you to be a friend, huh?

- As I've been with you. - Okay.

I was walking earlier, and I heard some voices talking about,

"To hell with Lechero. I want my cut."

Now, I couldn't tell who it was, but when I got around the corner,

I recognized the faces-- the very same faces I've seen in this room.

Now, I got nothing to gain here, okay?

I'm a nobody with no hope of being anyone.

But those that surround you have everything to gain if you fall.

I hope this makes us even.

But what I've given you...

can't be repaid with one favor.

So I deny your request, and you're going to stay on as my ears.

You'll report back to me everything you hear when I'm not around.

- How've you been, Michael? - Better than some, apparently.

You know, it's interesting how

you don't seem rattled at all by our current accommodations.

Could it be because maybe you're not planning on being in them much longer?

It's like I told you before, Alex, this is the end of the line...

- for both of us. - How about this?

You stop me when I'm wrong.

The Company wanted you here in Panama alive,

but framed for murder, and then for some strange reason,

you seemed to really care about the fate of this Whistler guy,

and I got to tell you something, he's really curious about you, too.

Let's see, what special talents do you have that the Company

might make the decision that you're worth more to them alive than dead?

What do you say there, Mike? Am I getting warm yet?

I think you better pop another pill, 'cause that's crazy.

Oh, so you don't mind if I kill him? Whistler?

I think the question is, "What would the Company mind?"

The question is, "What would they do to you?"

To the ones you love?

Be careful, Alex.

- Yeah? - Busy day?

- Not as busy as I'd hoped. - Look, you had to try.

I probably would've done the same thing myself if I were you.

But let's be perfectly clear.

You're never going to try anything like that again.

I understand.

Yeah, but just to make sure that you do,

I left you a little something in the garage.

It's by the trash.

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