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Previously on Prison Break:

What the hell are you doing?

You know I have what you need

and I'll give you the rest

after I know that Sofia, LJ--

they're all safe.

My book... my book!

Get up!

What is this place?

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

LINCOLN: An abandoned warehouse five miles down the road.

Be there in 20 minutes with my son.

They must've closed all the roads out of Panama.

Papa, what do we do?

Whistler still pretending he's a fisherman and all this?

I don't care what he says!

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

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

I guess this is where I say good-bye.

[glass shattering]

Hey! My truck!

No!

What are we gonna do now?

[engine revving, tires squealing]

[tires screeching, horn blaring]

[horn honking]

[horn blaring]

[horns blasting]

[tires squealing]

[horn blaring]

[tires squealing]

[horn blaring]

[panting]

[door chimes jingling]

Do you have a cell phone?

Gracias.

[panting]

[phone rings]

I lost them. You need to come and pick me up.

Where are you?

[groans]

Let me guess.

If anything happens to him...

That depends, doesn't it?[groans, coughs]

SUSAN B.: I'm at the warehouse, like you said.

Where are you?

Chasing your buddy-- where do you think I am?

Why don't you get back here.

I have LJ and Sofia. I'm ready to do the exchange.

I'll call you back.What?!

[gasping]The plan's shot.

She's already there.All right. So now what?

It took me two weeks to hook up that warehouse.

We'll figure something out.

I can fix this. That's what I was trying to do.

You were calling them to pick you up.

So no one else would get hurt!

You really think I would put anyone's life at risk?

You already have.

[sirens approaching]

I-I can't go back to Sona, Papa!

I can't!

ALPHONSO: You're not going back to Sona.

[officers speaking Spanish]

[indistinct radio dispatch]

No...

[breathes weakly]

Do you want some water?

Or do you want to tell me where Michael Scofield is?

I don't know where he is.

[annoyed sigh]

You know, from the first day you started here,

I knew there was something off about you.

I guess I just know a con when I see one, huh?

Maybe you'll get to be Employee of the Month.

[speaks Spanish]

[phone rings]

I'm waiting.

There's been a change in venue.

Oh, well, well, well.

I finally get to talk to the brains of the outfit.

We're at the Plaza de Francia.

So you're thinking public place, safety in numbers,

plenty of witnesses to protect you.

I'm thinking public place, wanted men, police,

lots of witnesses to identify you.

Plaza de Francia. Ten minutes.

Be alone.

Round everyone up.

[inmates clamoring]

It's anarchy in here! We gotta hide!

I gotta-- I gotta help him.

BELLICK: He's the most hated person in here.

If we start rubbin' elbows with him again, then we're gonna...

He gave me a home!

He gave me third-degree burns down my back!

He can go to hell!

I owe him this much.

You don't want to help, then don't.

Get out of here! Shoo fly, ciao!

[angry grunt]

[groaning]

Just a few more steps, patrón, a few more.

Then it's home, sweet home...

[glass shattering in back room]

[rioters shouting in distance]

[objects clattering in back room]

Hey!

[weak, raspy]: This is my house!

[laughs]

Whoa! Whoa!

Easy, now.

Get out!

Come on now.

[coughing]

[gasping, groaning weakly]

He's gonna get us killed.

He's gonna get us out of here.

[horns honking]

[Spanish song playing]

Buenas.

What can I get you?

Club soda.

You been to Panama before?

First time.

What did you do back, uh, in the States?

I-I'm in sort of a transitional period right now.

In between jobs.

Oh. Sorry to hear that.

Yeah, we've all been there.

I'm sure something will come up before long.

I'm hoping it's right around the corner.

[Sucre grunting, huffing]

You're gonna give me some real information on Michael Scofield,

or it's gonna be your funeral.

I don't know where he is.

I don't know how to reach him, I swear.

[gun cocking]

Well, which one is it gonna be, papi?

[indistinct, lively chatter]

Hello, Gretchen.

Where's Whistler?

Over my right shoulder.

You know, you're the first to ever break out of Sona?

Where are they?

Bring them out.

I've worked with a lot of intelligent people

in this business, Michael, but you...

Maybe you wouldn't have to worry about the Company trying

to kill you if you were on their side.

They certainly pay well.

SUSAN B.: There they are.

Give me Whistler and I will give you LJ.

Hey.

If you move, you're dead.

AGENT [over radio]: Wait for hand-off.

Roger that.

SUSAN B.: What the hell is he doing?

AGENT: I've lost him.

This is not the point

of the exchange. This is just a confirmation

that everyone's still alive.

They're alive. Let's trade.

You'll get a call in five minutes

telling you where to go next.

And when the exchange is over

and LJ is safe,

you and I are gonna spend some quality time.

When the exchange is over,

you'd better run for your life.

[tapping]

Gracias, Papa.

One more stop.

[panting]

There's a storm brewing out there in the yard.

[panting]

You tell them...

Come in. I'm not scared.

Well, I am.

You might want to put that down.

[yells]

[exhales sharply]

Oh, Teodoro.

You're the last one I'd expect to see at my side.

I take offense, patrón.

I've had many foot-washers.

Many men have come in with sheep's clothing,

only to let the wolf come out.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.[tosses bottle]

I am not trying to hurt you. I am trying to save you.

Save me?

I'm gonna die here.

Your life is in jeopardy just being with me.

Not necessarily.

As I was being escorted back inside today, one of the guards

offered us a chance to buy our freedom.[coughs]

If a guard spoke to you, he was lying.

It's impossible to get out.

[coughs]

Maybe you've been too busy dying to notice,

but there's a new colonel outside those gates.

Little Suzy Sona ain't playing so hard

to get no more. She has her price.

And we gonna need some money.

No.

No.

Then you will die in here.

[distant phone ringing]

Michael.

The lobby of the Museum of Antiquities.

SUSAN B.: Why?

Because that's where Whistler is.

You're overthinking things.

I've seen it too many times before.

The first plan goes to hell, and then you start tap-dancing.

And, trust me, it always ends badly.

You have five minutes.

[metal detector beeping]

Unbelievable.

You know what to do.

What's so funny?

You.

Thinking you can outsmart my uncle.

[chuckles]

Walk.

[phone ringing]

Metal detectors.

And here I thought we were building a circle of trust.

Come to the southwest corner of the first floor.

SUSAN B.: Fine.

But that's it.

No more stops on your guided tour.

If I don't walk out of here with Whistler,

I'm gonna snap LJ's neck.

And yes, I can do it.

Here we go.

Is everyone in position?

Roger that.

Last bottle of rum.

Good-bye, patrón.

[grunts and groans]

How much do they want?

$50,000.

Oh... no.

We're not in Tijuana haggling over a blanket.

We're talking about your life!

Even if I could... find the money,

who could I trust to bring it in?

[gasping]

There is one person.

How do you know James?

You're working my last nerve. Move your ass.

Relax.

Everybody stays cool and we will all walk out of here.

As soon as we get LJ, you get Whistler.

But LJ comes to us first.

Go ahead.

LJ.

Thank God, you're safe.

Come on.

What about the coordinates?

SOFIA: You said first thing you would do once

you had Whistler was to get the rest of the coordinates.

Is she serious?

I'll give her exactly what she wants

when we get out of here.

But darling, it's not safe. We need to go.

I want to see them!

Sofia, come on.

Let's get out of here.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Sofia.

You wrote those numbers on a piece of paper.

I gave her half at Sona.

I promised to give her the other half now.

I know what I said, and we'll discuss it later.

WHISTLER: Come on.Welcome to the real world.

I'm sick of jumping through hoops

to keep your princess in a bubble.

It is time to go.This is between us.

Where are the coordinates, Susan?

There are no coordinates.

WHISTLER: Sofia.

Come on.

Sofia.

Huh.

Sofia.

SUSAN B: James.

Stop kidding yourself.

It's time to leave.

And what the hell are you still doing here?

If I were you and I couldn't bring weapons inside,

I'd have agents at every exit

ready to shoot as soon as we stepped outside.

Well, then it really doesn't matter

what exit you take, does it?

I'm gonna go out that door.

Maybe you should take that door.

MICHAEL: Actually,

that door is locked in the event of an emergency.

What emergency?

This one.

[alarm blaring]

[woman making announcement in Spanish over P.A.]

We're all walking out of here.

[alarm continues blaring]

Together.

WOMAN [over P.A.]: May I have your attention, please...

[announcement continues indistinctly over P.A.]

[alarm blaring]That's very dramatic, calling the cops on yourself.

You must really want to go back to Sona.

They're not looking for a con, Gretchen,

they're looking for a thief.

Whatever I told you, it was always to protect you.

Now, you'll understand, if you just let me explain.

[grunting and panting]

[speaks Spanish]

[speaks Spanish]

All this because I knew Michael Scofield?

Tell me where he is.

I don't know!

[gun cocking]

[shouts in Spanish]

Even if I knew...

[speaks Spanish]

[murmuring softly]

[Lechero panting]

[phone rings]

Yes?

[Lechero groans]

All right.

It'll be here shortly.

[panting]

Now that we have the money,

how do we get it to the guard?

We don't.

What do you mean, we don't? We-we-we were supposed

to bribe the guard-- that was the plan!

Uh-uh.

This is the plan.

T-BAG: This is business.

You, of all people, should understand.

Help me hold him down.

What the hell you talking about?

Do it.

Do it!

Teodoro...

Teodoro... Teodoro...

Teodoro...

[groans]: It's just a matter of time, anyway.

[Lechero coughing]

But from one thief to another...

...out of respect,

make it quick.

If you don't fight me,

I will.

[grunts in pain]

Adios, homey.

[Lechero grunts]

[grunting]

[grunting, gasping]

[muffled yells]

[yelling stops]

Over here.

WHISTLER: What's the problem?

I found this in his pocket.

Would you care

to explain this?

I've got no idea what it is.

It's plastic.

It's from the gift ship.

Now, if you'll excuse us.

Ah.

What?

Stay where you are.

Why?Where is your identification?

[exasperated sigh]

[cocks pistol]

[sighs]

[gunshot][people screaming]

Sofia!

[screaming continues]

[yells]

Sofia!

LJ: Dad, Dad... You can't do this.

You can't do this.

The cops are gonna start asking questions. You gotta go.

I'm not going. I'm not leaving.

SUSAN B: What are you gonna do, James? You go back,

you'll get arrested, and that won't do any of us any good.

I ought to kill you right now for what you've done to her!

Enough!

I did what I had to do to get you out, period!

You remember what's at stake, James.

We're moving.

[cocks pistol]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[two gunshots]

[man shouting in Spanish]

[tires squealing]

[gunshot]

Stop the van. I can't leave her.

She already left you.

LJ: Dad... [mutters] Dad, you've got to go!

Hey, I'll stay with her!

I promise.

You've got to go.

Dad?

Go! Go![Sofia groaning]

Hey, can I get some help?

Do you have everything?

The book is gone.

What do you mean, gone?

Is it true?

Lechero...

he's...

he's really...

[quietly]: Yeah.

How do you want me to give you this?

The guards, they won't

let me in anymore.I only want

what I asked for.

Hold onto the rest for a few days.

If you were to consider leaving

with all that, well...

I just want you to know I'd be very cross with you.

I've been known to have

a bit of a temper problem...

when betrayed.

No.

A deal's a deal.

You've done so much for me.

You have my word.

[whispers]: Wait.

[sighs]

No, no.

It's okay.

I'll wait for you.

You ready?

[happy shouts, clapping]

[sighs]: Ay...

[shouting happily]

I'm all right.

[speaking Spanish]

[excited chatter]

RAFAEL: Where is Michael Scofield?

Where is Michael Scofield?

[coughing]

[speaks Spanish]

[phone rings]

Espera!

If it's him...

you're gonna find out where they are,

or I'm gonna answer it myself,

so they can hear you scream when I blow your head off.

[ringing continues]

Hello?

Sucre. Thank God.

When you didn't show up at the boat, I...

I'm really sorry about that, papi.

I got into a little bit of trouble here at work.

MICHAEL: Are you all right?

Yeah.

Where are you?

You guys get LJ?

Yeah. He... he's fine.

What about Linc?

Is he okay?

He's fine.

Are you sure you're all right?

I'm fine.

It all worked out.

I'm about to catch the bus, papi. Take care.

Okay.

Kill me if you want.

Wrong, papi.

You're gonna wish we had.

Lechero is dead!

[inmates murmuring]

T-BAG: 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!

INMATES [cheering]: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

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!

INMATES: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

It's yours.

And I'm here to tell you,

I'm giving it back.

[inmates cheering]

Whoo!

I'm giving it back.

I'm giving it back!

[clamoring]Giving it back!

[clamoring continues]

INMATE: Thank you, T-Bag!

Welcome home, papi.

PRISONER: Thank you, T-Bag!

T-Bag!

T-Bag!

[chanting in Spanish]

[inmates chanting in unison]

[all chanting in Spanish]

[heart monitor beeping rhythmically]

[relieved sigh]

She's gonna be okay.LINCOLN: Good.

[sighing with relief]

Uncle Mike, um...

I wanted to wait until we were safe to do this,

but...

I found this in the room where Sara and I were held.

I thought you might want to have it.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

How's Sofia doing?

She's good.Good.

The cops will be leaving soon.

You can go up and see her, then.

Good.

She wanted me to tell you something.

She said there's something

in her apartment underneath her bed.

Something about Whistler.I'm not interested.

What is it?

Michael, this is over.

It's done.

I said, "What is it?"

[door closes]

[footsteps approaching]

MAHONE: You're late.

And you owe him for my drinks.

WHISTLER: Give us a minute?

It's a nice tip.

She handles the money.

You in?

She'd better be able to handle a lot more than that.

Because if she has done

what you think she has-- Sara--

...she's the weak link.

And he will find her.

And then Scofield will find you...

...and me.

And I'm not paying for your mess.

Are you in or are you out?

I'm in.

[glass shattering]

Linc?

Yeah.

I need your gun.

Thanks.

"Jason Lief."

You heard of this guy?

No, but if he's important to Whistler,

he's important to me.

Whoa, slow down, Michael.

I get to Whistler, I get to Gretchen.No, no, no, no.

This is the one chance you, me and LJ have of sticking together.

They killed Sara, Linc.

I'm sorry about that.

I know. Listen, man, I...

I did everything I could, you know.

Everything.

I know you did.

But I gotta go.

[keys jangling]

Thanks.

[Spanish ballad playing]

♪

[car door closes, engine starts]

[laughter and chatter]

♪

♪

[heart monitor beeping rhythmically]

♪

♪

♪

[song ends]