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Previously on Prison Break:We leave tonight.

It's got no electricity

and no running water.

A hundred bucks a month.

Deal.

You ready?

I hope this works, Papi.

Michael That book of yours-- it's just a bunch of coordinates

in there, right?

Among other things.

Does your father still have

that phone number I gave you?

I think so.

Well, tell him to call my brother.

Papa, make that call for my friend.

The American?

If time runs out,

and I don't have the second half of those coordinates,

LJ and the senorita stop breathing.

[speaking Spanish]

Just wish there was another way to do this.

To save LJ without handing Whistler over.

Look, man, that's it-- there isn't.

What is that?

MICHAEL: Kesslivol.

When heated to a certain degree,

it eats through steel.

As soon as Linc cuts the power, we go.

What about the backup generator?

There's a lag from when the power cuts out

to when the generator kicks back in.

How long a lag we talking about here?

30 seconds.

We only have 30 seconds. Go.

[man speaking Spanish]

Move it, move it.

Shh! Shh!

Come on.

Let's go.

Okay, let's go.Not yet.

We have to go now. We're running out of time.

Trust me.

[man yells in Spanish]

WHISTLER: Come on, Mate.

Is there a holdup, Michael?

Just a little bit longer.

[men yelling in Spanish]

What happened?

They got caught.

[alarm blaring]

What's going on?Shut up.

What, what...?

Don't try anything.

MAN: Bring 'em over here! Bring 'em over here!

You-- on your knees, get down!

Don't move,

or you're like your friend over here.

[men yelling in Spanish, alarm blaring]

What's going on, Michael?

[speaking Spanish]

This sure as hell better work out.

For everyone's sake.

[speaking Spanish]

You two,

on your feet.

Where the hell's Scofield?Shut it.

If Scofield doesn't get caught,

he could still fix this mess.

WHISTLER: What do we do now?

The lights are on, they know about the escape...What's your plan, Michael?

This is the plan.

WHISTLER: Michael, how the hell

is getting caught your plan?

You told them they had 30 seconds to get across,

when you knew the generator was going to kick in sooner.

I must have miscalculated.

We've got about ten minutes till the sun rises.

And there are soldiers out there, okay.

They'll take count. We got to get back to the yard.

We're not going anywhere.

It's almost time.

[keypad beeping]

[line ringing]

[vibrating buzz]

What do you think you're doing?

Nothing. It's just probably my wife.

You know, we live a couple miles away

and she must have heard the sirens, so...

You can make your calls when I'm done with you.

What else you got?

Sucre?I'm not here. Say what you got to say.

Sucre, where the hell are you?!

We're counting on you to be here!

If you're not there, we're dead, man.

Now call me back, please.

[beeping]

Put these with his personal effects.

What's going on out there?

Some prisoners tried to escape.

Did they get out?

They got caught.

One of them got shot pretty bad.

[phone ringing]

Sucre?

Sucre?

No, it is Alphonso Gallego.

You where you need to be?

Yes.

I left the Suburban on the side of the road.

The keys are in the wheel well.

Are they still there? Check 'em out.

Ah! They're here.

Good, good.

You will be here too,

on the 312?

Yeah, yeah, the 312.

See you there.

[alarm blaring, men shouting in Spanish]

These all the men?Si, senor.

Tell me, how did you get there?

How did you get out there?

Don't want to tell me?

[groans]

How did you get out there?

[gagging]

A tunnel.

Where?

Under Lechero's room.

Show me.

How much longer?

It's just a matter of seconds now.

Come on...

We got to move, Michael.

Michael?

The door.

I don't know the combination.

Then improvise.

This is insane.

Let's go.

Vamanos.

[indistinct radio transmission]

♪

[men speaking Spanish]

Hurry!

[men shouting in Spanish in distance]

Son of a bitch sold us out!

It wasn't me!

It was Scofield! He did this!

Just check the yard-- him,

Whistler, Mahone and that basketball kid--

none of 'em will be there!

[over walkie-talkie]: This is Captain Sojo. Other inmates are missing.

I want a post-and-protect

around the entire perimeter of the prison.

[men shouting in Spanish in distance]

General, we see no one.

Are you sure there's prisoners out here?

You won't find the prisoners here in no-man's-land

because they're already gone.

[grunting]

[speaking Spanish]

[officer yelling in Spanish]

This way.

Off the bus now!

Get off the bus!

He was about this tall...

Now!

Come on. Move it! Go!

[grunts, groans]

What's wrong?

It's my ankle! I've torn it apart!

Come on. It's not that far! Help me out!

Mr. Whistler, we'll drag you by your hair

because we got to go!

I'll slow you down. Just go! Just leave me!

We both know that's not an option.

It's only a quarter of a mile to the beach.

If we stick to the bush, we can make it out.

A little help?

Go. Come on! Let's go.

Hey!

Hey. We only have a few minutes.

We got soldiers right behind us.

Cops as well.We got what we need?

Yeah, we got what we need.What do we need?

Always picking up the strays, huh?

This way.

Come on. Come on, let's go.

[panting][man yelling in Spanish]

Listen, Michael, if you think the Company's just going

to let you swap me for your nephew, you're mistaken.

Shut up.Once they get hold of me,

they're gonna kill all of you,

and I don't want Sofia caught in the cross fire.

Listen, just let me go.

I'll contact them, I promise.

I'll say I'll turn myself in once I know LJ's safe.

Hey! You got no say in what happens to my son! You got it?

We don't need a suntan.

We need to get lost.

The military patrols all the roads around the prison.

You didn't consider a boat?

They show up here and we're ten yards off the shore,

we're target practice.

We need to be invisible.

Five guys, four tanks.

Sucks for you, Mahone.

Linc and I will share.

Toss your boots in the box.

[phone rings]

Yeah?

Tell me you have him.

Yeah, I got him.

Where's my son?

With me. Put him on the phone now.

Say something.

I'll be there soon. Just don't hurt anyone.

You happy?

You have 20 minutes to meet me in Panama City

where we agreed.

We'll be there.

Hey, I need to put my book in there.

My book... my book!

It must have fell out of my pocket.

I thought you already figured out the coordinates.

Well, I didn't memorize them! I wrote them in the book!

I'm pretty sure they're still looking for us, guys.

It's gone. Now get in the damn water.

Would you please? It's a picture of my son.

Can you, uh...

In the bag?

Screw you, Mahone.

Let's go.

McGrady. McGrady?

I don't swim so good.

What?

Too bad, kid, you're getting wet-- get in.

Look it's all right.

We'll share tanks. Just hold onto me

and we'll switch off back and forth, ten seconds apiece.

Come on. Let's go.

[grunts, coughs]Where is Scofield?!

I don't know! He didn't tell me nothing!

Where is he running?

I told you, I don't know nothing!

Well, there's only one way to make certain of that.

This is General Mestas. The men will be sent.

And, Sojo, I expect every prisoner

to be returned to Sona today.

Dispatch Fourth Platoon.

Hey, hey, look, man, this is getting crazy here.

Look, I'll plead guilty for ignoring the warrant.

I'll show up for the court hearing.

Let me get out of here.

You know, with this... alarms and the guns,

they're making me a little nervous-- please.

Until things settle in, you go nowhere, so just sit tight.

[speaking Spanish]

[gasping, coughing, spluttering]

There!

[grunts]

[sighs]

[panting]

Where is he?

Where is he?

Where is he?

Where's who?

Sucre with the boat.

[ man speaking Spanish over radio]

[Sucre gasping]

MICHAEL: Just hold on.

You all right? You all right?

Yeah.

[splutters]

Come on; hang on.

I'm all right, I'm all right.

LINCOLN: We're not gonna make it

out here too much longer, Michael.

Sucre is coming. Be patient.

I'll take it out first thing... Okay.

Excuse me.

Boat 312, why is it still here?

Wasn't someone supposed to take that out today?

Someone reserved it, but they never picked it up.

SOJO: Yes, General.

MESTAS: I want an update.

Still no sign of them. Nothing on the coast.

I think they may have gone back into the jungle.

The jungle? You asked me to send men to the beach!

Capitan...

Just a moment, General.

General, I think we have to call the Coast Guard.

[yells]

[grunting]

[coughing]

[gurgling]

Come on!

You all right?

My legs are starting to cramp.

You gotta hold on, buddy.

We're not gonna last out here too long, Michael.

Where's your friend, Michael?

Sucre's not just gonna abandon us out here, all right?

He'll show, he'll show.

[man speaking in Spanish over radio]

They've been in the water this whole time.

They're probably at the bottom of the ocean by now.

Well, look here!

Looks like we have more than

a drunk and disorderly warrant for Jorge Rivera.

Failure to pay child support.

[speaking Spanish]

You're not going anywhere.

Once we're done processing you, then you can go.

Until then, sit tight.

I should have heard something by now.

I've lost all damn track of them.

Burrows will eventually reach out if he wants his son back.

Yeah, well, that might no longer be an option.

[panting]

Look! Look!

Sucre! Sucre!

Sucre!

Sucre!

He's supposed to be flashing a light.

He's not responding, Linc.

It's the Coast Guard. They found us.

Papa!

[grunting]

Put your arm around me.

Michael... Michael?

If I don't get another chance, I want

you to know that I appreciate everything you've done.

You're welcome.

[grunting]

Come on, son.

[panting]

How'd you find us?

You never showed, and you said you'd be coming

from the southwest, so I took a chance.

[out of breath]: Okay... great...

What do you think happened to Sucre?

I don't know; but we gotta move.

[motor revving]

♪

[groans]

[speaking Spanish]

Guess that just leaves one.

Get up.

Let's go.

I saw the boxes in the back, so I took your car--

figured you'd need to change.

MAHONE: How's the ankle?

WHISTLER: I need to get off my feet.

All right, guys, get changed and make sure

you don't leave any wet clothes behind.

Listen, uh...

thanks for everything.

Thank you for my boy.

I hope you get your son back, too.

Yeah, me, too.

Come. We need to get back to the truck.

Michael?

Thank you.

Go be with your family, Luis.

[keypad beeping]

[phone rings]

Yeah?

Where the hell are you?

We ran into some trouble. We're-We're downtown Panama.

No, Lincoln, you're not.

We got company.

How'd they find us?

[dialing phone]

You have them?

We're right on top of them.

Hold on!

They must've gotten to Grady's dad and bugged this car.Or one of us.

Then why didn't they find us when we were in the water?

It's because the water was blocking the signal.

What'd you do with that stopwatch that Gretchen gave you?

Give it to me!Oh, my God. I didn't know.

I didn't know!

LINCOLN: Okay, hold on, guys.

All right, it's time to use this rig to our advantage.

Here we go! Here we go!

Uh... this is looking like a dead end right here.

LINCOLN: Stay in the car, then.

This way!

[blows landing, groans]

Why don't you just tell us what you know?

Then you won't wind up being beaten half to death

like your friend.I know less than you do.

Which is hard, considering how dumb you are.

I want everything you can find on the men who escaped

and I want it immediately.

[speaking Spanish]

He has an outstanding warrant.

[speaking Spanish]

Go see the clerk about your stuff.

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

They're barricaded.

[gunfire continues]

What are you doing?

Get back!

All that gunfire and they only

hit your car three times?

[gunfire continues]

Son of a bi...

WHISTLER: Listen, Linc, you've done a great job getting us

out of the frying pan, but it'll be for nothing

if we end up back in the fire.

There's no fire, just an exchange,

then I'm done with you.

You think it's that simple?

Yeah, they want you, they get you. It's that simple.

This is not about me. It's about Sofia and your son. Michael--

tell him-- tell him these people

won't just let us walk away.

We already had this discussion back at the beach, James,

and you were outvoted.

You're making a terrible mistake.

People might die because of this.

Take off your pants.

Excuse me, señor?

I said take off your pants.

If I knew you boys partied in Sona like this,

I never would have tried to escape.

One cell phone.

One wallet.

And some change.

There were some papers.

A boat-rental agreement. I need them.

I'll check the drawer.

Take them down.

Come on, now, hombre.

There's no need to refry my beans.

Always with the wise talk.

Never saying anything we want to hear.

Now, all I want to hear are your screams.

No, no.

No, no, no, no, no, listen--

I told you, I don't know nothing.

No, I told you, I don't know nothing.

I swear. I swear I don't.

[shrieks]: But he does!!

He knows everything!

He knows everything!

Hey. A little help.

What is this place?

Where we're gonna make the exchange-- on our terms.

There's a service road out back, just in case

we want to get lost.Yeah, assuming you're still alive.

You still talking?

[phone ringing]

Linc?

Yeah.

Gotta commend you on that boom box trick.

Very sophisticated.

You steal that one from Home Alone?

You fell for it, bitch.

All right, listen. If you want to see your son...

Hey, hey, hey, you're not calling the shots anymore.

As long as I have LJ....

As long as I got Whistler, you're gonna do exactly what

I say. You got it?

Now, listen up.

We're at an abandoned

warehouse five miles down the road

from the Barrios Interchange. Be there in 20 minutes

with my son.

And once I get there?

So now we wait.

Yeah.

Think this'll work?

Yeah, it'll work.

You, me, LJ.

Yeah.

I just hope it works out for McGrady, too.

Oh, no.

They must have closed all the roads out of Panama.

Papa, what do we do?

You gotta turn around, Papa.

I can't go back to Sona. I can't.

I don't care what he says.

He's a convict! He's a piece of garbage.

I don't know anything about this Michael Scofield guy.

GUARD: General.

Here is everything we have on the escaped prisoners.

You don't know Michael Scofield, is that right, Jorge?

Yes.

You sure you don't want to change your story, Fernando?

MAHONE: Hey.

This should help make you a decent brace.

Thank you.

Hey.

Should be able to see them coming from up here.

You know, Linc...

you did great.

Thanks.

I just want LJ back, you know?

It's just a matter of time.

Yeah.

Considering I don't have a pony in this race...

I guess this is where I say good-bye.

You think I'm gonna let you just walk out of here...

after what you did to us?

After what you did to my dad?

No.

I was gonna kill you at the beach,

but I didn't want to do anything that was gonna get us caught.

You shot my dad in the back. I'm gonna give you

the courtesy you never gave him.

Now turn around.

Turn around.

MAHONE: Linc, think about what you're doing.

I was told to choose between your family and mine.

That was my option.

I chose mine.

Go to hell.

Linc, you don't have to do this.

[glass breaking]

Mahone!

Hey! My truck!

LINCOLN: No!

What are we gonna do now?