All language subtitles for Prison Break S04e02 Breaking And Entering.srt - eng(2)

They ran the projection
you asked for, General.

[phone buzzing]

You're clear. Go ahead.

There's been a complication.

Burrows and Scofield have
been transferred to...

I read the newspapers.

You don't have to tell me
what's in the headlines.

The exact penitentiary

where they're being held is
undisclosed.

But you can guarantee
it'll be federal.

Supermax.

No more updates.

Call me when they're dead.

SELF:
Welcome to Los Angeles.

As it turns out, men
who have escaped not one,

but two penitentiaries,

are considered a bit
of a flight risk.

So we need to know
where you are

and what you're doing
at all times.

These are GPS ankle monitors.

Now, step up,
take one and put it on.

I ain't wearing that.

Let's make this clear:

I'm your ally,

but more importantly,
I'm your boss.

Which means
if this fails--

it's my ass on the line
as much, if not more,

than yours,
so from this point on,

if I ask you to do something,
you do it.

If I ask you to
say something,

you say it.

And if I ask you
to put on a monitor--

you put on a monitor.

SELF:
As far as the general
public is concerned,

you're being contained in a
supermax facility somewhere

in the United States.

So to avoid any messy
explanations

and stay off the
Company's radar--

you need to keep

your heads down
and your ears open.

We've provided cell phones,
clothing, and toiletries--

all the basic necessities
to get you up and running.

Hey, uh,

you-you patted these
guys down

before you let them
in, right?

'Cause I can't be getting
shanked or shivved...

Who's this?

This is Roland Glenn.

He'll be assisting you.

We've already got our team.

No, Scofield, see,
this is my team,

And Roland's working off

a sentence just like
the rest of you.

In fact, with the amount
of security

that's gonna
be around Scylla,

Roland's expertise
will be a necessity.

So, if no more
questions,

let's get to work
on finding Scylla.

What about that
second step?

What about the break-in?You let me

worry about step two, okay?

You just worry
about finding Scylla.

I've got an idea where to start.

That's excellent,
Alexander.

See, there's a man
who's thinking.

All right,
let's let these men

get to work.

Good luck.

To all of us.

Yeah, since I was here first,
I think I'll

just go ahead and grab that
S.S. bedroom,

if that's cool.

Sara...Yeah?

...you take the bunk.

You know, when this is,
when this is all done--

you and me,
we're gonna settle up.

All right, obviously,

there's a lot of history
in this room.

That's a given.

But it we're gonna
pull this off,

it's gonna take
all of us.

We got to work together.

So if anyone has a problem,
get it out now.

You want to clear the air
with someone...

now's the time.

All right.

Let's get to work.

Whistler's assignment
was to drop off

this, this, this data card--

this Scylla
to a Company executive,

someone he referred to
as "the cardholder."

And his job was
to-to protect it.

To... keep it safe.

Now, I didn't

see who he was, but I got a look
at his driver.

His driver?

You want to sketch
this guy's face

and match it up to 10 million
people in Los Angeles?

Well, that's just great.

I saw more
than just the guy's face.

All the drivers were hanging
around, talking shop,

but this guy,
he was standing by himself,

legs apart,
hands behind his back,

at rest--
he's former military.

His car

rides a little lower
than the rest of 'em.

Probably signifies
private security.

Weighed down by
bulletproof siding.

His suit, his suit--

you don't buy a suit like that

on a cop's salary or pulling

weekend gigs as a driver.

That means he's full-time.

He's highly paid.

You ask our friend

Mr. Self to run tax records

on the 45- to 55-year-old
white males

in Los Angeles drawing
a military pension,

and taking six figures
from a private security company,

and you narrow your field
from 10 million to about 50.

And then I can pick the
guy out from there.

Find the driver,
you find the cardholder.

We haven't ate
or drank anything for days.

Oh, I don't want

to die out here.We ain't gonna die,
Sancho.

Hey.
[gasps]

Hey, hey,
we ain't gonna die.

Okay.We just gotta find

what's called
a compass cactus.

Due to the fact it always
leans toward the south.

Inside there's delicious fruit
which'll fill our bellies.

Plus, we find out
which way is south,

we're gonna find out
which way is north.

[groans]

Tell you what.

Why don't we, uh, rest
here for a while, huh?

Travel at night
when it's cooler.

That sounds good.

What are we gonna do
when we get there?

To San Diego.

You mean after Michael pays

for the vile
he's transgressed upon me?

I'm still trying to
figure that out.

♪

[grunts]

[groans]

Oh!

Nice to work
with Homeland.

The FBI would take days
to gather this intel.

Well, the FBI should'a hired me

'cause I could've gotten
whatever info you wanted

in 25 minutes tops.

You some kind of hacker?

I design silicon lithography
for personal gain.

He's an identity thief.

He's a douche.

Hey, why don't you sit
in the corner

and we'll get you
when we need you.

This is him.

That's the driver.

SUCRE:
Now what?

Well, he takes us to
the cardholder,

and the cardholder takes us
to Scylla.

You could have left me
there, in jail.

Could have or should have?

Maybe both.

Are you thanking me, Alex?

I don't know.
Don't bother.

You're here because
we needed you.

Not because we wanted you.That's him.

That's the guy.

MICHAEL:
Whoa, whoa.

What's that? Looks like
private security.

MICHAEL:
This thing is a fortress.

MICHAEL:
Slow down. Slow down.

LINCOLN:
This thing we gotta get,

it's in there?

MICHAEL:
We got motion sensors,
alarm systems,

armed guards.

In and out
of that place

without anybody
knowing.

You better have one hell
of a plan, Michael.

So, basically, there's
no freaking way to break in

to the place.
Not quickly.

Not without being seen.

What about the neighbors, uh,
somewhere we can be staged from,

you know,
go under and up?

Closest neighbor is here,
across the street.

And even that would
take weeks.

The government's story

about us being held
in a supermax

will only last
so long.

What does that mean?
I mean,

then what if somebody
finds out we're not.

What if we don't have
to be in the house?

If the card--

this Scylla--
is so important

maybe the guy is carrying it
on him.

Well, according to public
records, the owner

of the estate's name
is Stuart Tuxhorn,

and he's a CEO of a company
called Spectroleum.

Heavy hitter like that's gonna
have security 24-7.

We gotta get this thing

without anyone knowing
it's gone, right?

So even if he's got it on him,
how do we get it off him?

You don't steal the card.

You copy it.

Oh, now you're interested
in what I gotta say, right?

Copying it will make it harder.

Not only do you
have to steal it,

you have to return it,
genius.

Only if you don't got me,
hombre.

What's that?

This is the reason
I got busted.

Oh, you stole
the cell phone?

Oh, yeah, yeah, no,

I'm lookin' at federal time
'cause I stole

a cell phone--
seriously?

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

I invented this

so that I don't have to steal.

It looks like a cell phone
but it's really like

a digital black hole.

Wireless hard drive that
swallows up any electronic data

within ten feet of it.

SUCRE:
Like what?

Like the account info

of anyone at Starbucks
with a latte and a laptop.

Like the PIN number of any
credit card used at a gas pump.

I can walk out of here
and get the identities

and financial statements
of ten people in ten minutes,

on a slow day,

with one hand on my junk.

And the information embedded
in Scylla?

If we can get close enough...

it's ours.

Is this number...
acceptable to you?

10,000 people?

Yes.
Good.

Now that you're on board,

we can issue
the op-order today.

He's on his way.

All right, hold on.

[keypad beeps]

MICHAEL:
Sara, it's me.

Everybody's on.

Okay.

Now, while I'm monitoring
the device,

I'm not gonna be able to see

exactly what data's
being copied.

But, like downloading

quality porn from the Internet,
progress bar's gonna tell me

when it's time to rock and roll.

How long do they need
to stay in range?

Encrypted data like this is
gonna take at least two minutes.

Here he comes.

Sucre, you're on.

[car passes]

[tires screeching]

Good luck.

[shouting in Spanish]

Easy. Easy.

[shouting in Spanish]
Huh?!

Sir, would you mind
stepping away from the vehicle?

Talk to me, Roland.

I got nothing, man.

Last time I had
this little action, I was

dry humping my way
through fifth grade.

Calm down.[shouting in Spanish]

Sir...

Sir...

Step away from the vehicle!

Okay, bro, just relax-- we don't
have to get all excited.

You speak English now.

Only a little, but, uh...

MICHAEL:
How about now?

ROLAND:
Nada.

Try to get closer to him.

If he was any closer,
he'd be in the car.

I get your little act, Pedro.

Hit the brakes,

let the rich guy pay for damage
you don't intend to fix.

Just give the man
some money

so we can leave.

[scoffs]

Congratulations.

[horn honking]

He was there-- I think
Tuxhorn was in the car.

So did we get it or not?Nope.

Nothing.

Can I help you?

JASPER:
So how did you find me?

I never lost you.

The, uh, the new nose
threw me a bit, but...

What do you want, Don?

I got customers.

Look, back in the days, when
you worked with the Company...

Well, for the Company.

I did economic forecasts
of their operations.

I mean, I wasn't
one of the guys...

But you had access.

Come on-- the last time
I helped you,

the only thing I got out of it

was plastic surgery
and a $100,000 pay cut.

You know, so either you buy

one of these exceptional
family cars,

with above average
gas mileage,

or you leave me the hell alone.

I know about Scylla.

And I'm going after it.

You know, I knew you were crazy.

I didn't know
you were stupid, too.

Well, let's just say I was able
to get my hands on it.

It's my understanding that
Scylla could only be used

if it's plugged into
a decoder box

that's hidden in one of
the Company facilities.

Am I right?

You know, I wish I could help,

but I can't.

No, you are helping, Jasper.

Just a matter of whether
you do it before or after

I shame you in front of
your coworkers here.

Tell me where the Company
keeps the box, Jasper.

Could be anywhere; I don't know.

Somebody does.

Right?

Somebody that you might

have access to.

You know, if you go
down this road,

your government job
won't protect you.

Then I better not
get caught, right?

SANCHO:
If I don't find
something to eat soon,

I'm not gonna make it.

T-BAG:
We just got to keep...

we got to keep talking, Sancho.

Keep our brains focused
on something other than

our empty bellies
and our dry mouths, okay?

Come on.

Let's start with,
uh, your-your favorite color.

[screams]
Hell you doing?!

I'm hungry, Teddy.

Why should the
both of us die

out here when one of us

can help
the other one survive?

You don't want to do this.
Please.

I'll make it quick. I promise!

Sancho.

Sancho!

Why'd you have to go
and do something so...

[gasps]

[grunting]

[screams]

MICHAEL:
So if Tuxhorn doesn't
have the card on him,

it's got to be
in there, right?

[Lincoln sighs]

Look, there's no way
we're getting

in that house
without being seen.

I know.

Well, if the card's in there,
how we gonna copy it?

We're not.

She's gonna do it for us.

Hey.

Hey.

What you reading?

"There is no fighting her.

"No power can fight her.

All that avails is flight."

That's Homer.

It's from The Odyssey.

Is this from my
father's folder?Yeah.

And it explains why
Scylla sounded so familiar.

If I'm not mistaken, it's
from that chapter in the book

where Odysseus is told

he has to confront
a monster

known as Scylla.

Wonder why he wrote this down.

I could be wrong,
but I believe

Odysseus is told
that in order to

continue on his path,
to pass Scylla,

it'll require the sacrifice
of six of his men.

His only other alternative
is to abandon his path.

And he chooses
to make the sacrifice.

Well, that's a hell of a choice.

One I'm not sure

I'm comfortable making.

Sara, um, about
tomorrow-- the plan,

the housekeeper...

If you're not up to it...

No, no, I am.

WYATT:
Tell me,

is Claudia Mauricio
a good roommate?

[whimpering]

A good person?

I hope she feels
the same about you.

[door opens]

[footfalls approaching]

Oh, Shelby, you wouldn't believe

the traffic on the...
[screams]

You'll want to be quiet now,

Claudia.

There are levels
of clearance

at the Department
of Corrections

that are simply
not available,

even for friends
as connected as mine.

So, listen carefully,

if you even remotely value
your friend's life.

You're going to use
your security code to access

the records
for prisoner transfers

and tell me
where they sent

Michael Scofield

and Lincoln Burrows.

Can I take that
for you?

Thanks.
Sure.

That's a great bag.

Can I ask you
where you got it?

It was a gift
from my boss,

so I don't really
know; sorry.

Sure.
Thanks.

There you go.

I, uh... I can never
find a good bag.

I'm a teacher, and I have books

and grading materials and...

I should probably go ahead
and just invest

in a wagon one of these days.

Yeah, that's why
I love this bag.

It has so
many pockets.

Do you mind
if I take a look?

Oh, no.

Thanks.

[retches]

[engine humming]

Ah, thank God,
thank God, help.

You all right, mister?

Yeah, my damn truck blew
a gasket a few miles back.

I've been, uh, hoofing it
ever since.

Where you headed?

San Diego.

Hell, we can give you a ride,
if you'd like.

Hey, what's
wrong, man?

Eat some bad Mexican?

[weakly]:
Something like that.

LINCOLN:
Same as yesterday,
right on schedule.

She'd better have that
thing in her purse.

[phone ringing]

Tuxhorn residence.

Hello, I'm from
the alarm company.

We've been receiving some, uh,

strange signals
from your property.

We'd like you to check
the windows, please.

Make sure all the contacts
are still active.

All the windows?

Yes, ma'am.

Every room in the house.

Okay, hold on.

Does she still have the bag?

Yeah.

[beeping]

[phone ringing]

She's got it.

I'm picking up all kinds
of gak from the house, man.

Small stuff, maybe a digital
camera, an MP3 player.

Nothing of the size of what
we're looking for, though.

Keep her moving.

So far,
so good, ma'am.

Uh, please move on
to the next room.

How we doing?

Still don't got it.

If the card's in there,

it'd be in some kind of...
safe.

Office.

Ma'am, our system is showing

that the malfunction
is coming from a room

that's designated as, uh,
an office or a den.

You mean the library?

Mister doesn't like me going
in there.

Well, I think he'd like it
even less if you went home

without properly setting the
alarm first, don't you think?

All right, I'll check.

We got something.

The card?

Oh, yeah.

File's so big
it can't be anything else.

Now you just gotta
keep her there

for two minutes
while it finishes the burn.

Stall her, we need two minutes.

Ma'am, I think we found
the source

of our problem--
if you could just stay

at that particular window
and hold it closed

while we reset the system,
that should do it.

Talk to me, Roland.

It's almost there,
almost, almost.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Got it.Got it.

All right, ma'am, thank you
so much for your help.

All we need to do now,
man, is just...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
she's heading back inside.

What for?
I don't know.

Oh, man.

No, we're good.

LINCOLN:
She's out.

Hey! Hey!

Hey, stop it!

Wait here.

I actually had to slow down

not to catch you.I think I pulled a groin.

It's not in the bag.

It's not here.
How could it
not be in here?

The device, it's not here--
give me it.

[sighs]

Son of a bitch.

26...

27...

28...

[line ringing]

FEMALE VOICE:
Go ahead.

Before Burrows and Scofield

were allegedly transferred

to Arlington,
someone posted their bail.

I need to know who.

I'm showing a Bruce Bennett,

former aid
to Governor Frank Tancredi.

You think it fell out?

We looked everywhere.

You think we
got the thing copied?

Like I said,
I can't read the content

without downloading
the device, but...

unless this Tuxhorn's got, like,
a 50,000-hour Tivo,

then, yeah, I think we got it.

Doesn't matter if we got it
if we can't find it.

Where the hell is it?

It's still inside the house.

That's why the maid
went back inside.

She must have found it,

assumed it belonged
to her boss,

and then she left it behind.

Well, then guess what, fellas,
it's game over.

You know how
many months

it took me to make
that thing, Michael?

What, you just think
I can whip up another one

in a couple seconds?Losing it is not the problem.

If they find it,
that's the problem.

LINCOLN:
If they find out someone was
after that card, we're done.

BELLICK:
What do you mean, done?
What does that mean?

Does that mean we're
gonna go back to prison?

Are they gonna
kill us?

What the hell does that mean?Shut up!

It means we're going in
to get it.

Maybe if we had a few days,
we could figure out

a way to pull this off,
but I gather we don't

have that kind of time.Yeah, you gather right.

Look, if you want us
to get that device

out of there, you
gotta throw us a bone,

give us some
extra help.

What you're asking for

requires involving
additional people,

which, given the covert nature
of this operation,

I cannot do.

Then you're asking
for the impossible.

No, what I'm asking for
is competence, okay?

I'm not the one who put
the entire mission

in the hands
of a damn maid.

Look, if the Company finds that
copy of Scylla before we do,

that's it, Michael,
that's ball game.

They're gonna find out
who was behind it,

and they're going to ghost us.

All of us.

Are you okay?

[inhales]

Yeah.

I'm fine.

Look, I didn't choose you
to do this

because I had you in custody.

I chose you
to do this

because I believed
you could pull it off.

Yeah, well, a lot of people
have believed in me

in the last few months,
Agent Self.

Not all of them are alive today.

Can you get me back
the device or not?

All right, this is what we got.

The housekeeper saw the device
as she was leaving the house.

Then she disappears back inside
for 15 seconds.

So, we know, wherever it is,

it's somewhere close
to the door.

So, 15 seconds,

that's all we have
to buy ourselves.

Listen, I'm not sure
how close we're gonna get

to this house,
let alone inside of it,

but let's say that we do.

The alarm they
got installed

in this house
is triggered

1.2 seconds after broken contact
in any door or window.

BELLICK:
Which would immediately send
the private security guards

with their 47 guns rushing
into the property.

SARA:
And after 30 seconds,
the alarm company

will dispatch vehicles
to the property.

Three to four,
depending on availability.

After confirmation
of a break-in,

they'll dispatch
additional vehicles

to seal off any and all exits
from the property.

SUCRE:
I don't know
about this, Michael.

It's getting
pretty clear

why they hired a bunch
of cons to do this job.

It's not because they wanted it
off the books.

It's because we're expendable.

Who's gonna care if a bunch
of crooks wind up dead?

It's suicide.

SARA:
I'm gonna keep looking

and see
what I can find.

That quote from The Odyssey.

What about it?

I can't shake that line.

"All that avails is flight."

What if flight is our
only option, Linc?

What if our father--

after everything
he discovered

about the Company--
what...

...what if that's what
he finally realized?

You know, uh, the one thing
I remember most

about Dad was the back
of his head.

Always walking
out the front door.

Always running from something.

Mom, us, himself.

But the one thing
he never ran away from

was his belief that the Company
needed to be taken down.

And we got an opportunity
to do that.

Then this is our fight,
not theirs.

Man, this...
this ain't Fox River.

These guys chose to be here.

Remember that.

They got a choice.

♪

♪

♪

Almost.

Ready?

Go.

[alarm sounding]

Where is it?Check around back!

[alarm sounding]

Side door unlocked,
right at the windows.

Go.

Go.

On our way now,
this is Team Two.

Moving
into position now.

Let's go.

Where's it coming from?

It's across
the street.

Come on.

[beeping]

[beep]

Go.

Just something
across the street.

We got a team
checking it out now.

You can go back
inside, sir.

[alarm continues]

They must be out of town.

[softly]:
Yes.

BOY:
Daddy, is
everything okay?

[quietly]:
Alex...

Thanks, Jim.

[whispering]:
Alex!

Let's go.

[beeping]

[beep]

[beep]

[tires screeching]

Go!

[tires screeching]

WYATT:
Don't turn around,

unless you'd like to experience
a great deal of pain

over an even greater
length of time.

You-you know, just-just take
whatever you want here.

The only thing
I want from you,

Bruce, is the answer
to a simple question:

Where are Michael Scofield
and Lincoln Burrows?

I only know what-what
I read in the papers and...

Three days ago,

there were 105 inmates
in the supermax wing

of the U.S. penitentiary
in Livingston, Texas,

where the brothers
were allegedly sent.

There are still
105 inmates there,

and no one has been
released during that time.

Someone is playing
a shell game, Bruce.

I'm just trying
to find out who.

I have no criminal
jurisdiction over...

I know you
bailed them out.

I know you've been
in contact with

Sara Tancredi.

I swear to you,
I-I have no idea

where they are.

I guess we'll see about that.

[gasps]

[sighs]

Good luck, Teddy.

Who needs luck when you got
friends like you fellas, huh?

[raucous laughter]

Hey, you mind if I take this

old newspaper of yours with me?

No problem.

Sorry to hear about
your friend, dude.

[sighs]
It's all right.

He had a full life.

Later, Teddy.

There you go.

Thirty-six,

twenty-four,

thirty-six.

Huh.

[over PA]:
PCL 71, San Diego to Los Angeles
boarding now.

ROLAND:
Did you get it?

Let's make sure
we got what we wanted.

Linc.
Yeah.

Don't let that thing
out of your sight.

All right.

We're halfway there.

All we got to do is

that little B and E, and--

[whistles]
we're out of here.

Reminds me, I need
to get ahold of Self,

see when we can get started.

So what are
you gonna do

after all this is over?

MICHAEL:
That's a good question.

Brother, whatever
this Scylla thing is,

it is a monster of a code.

[typing]Oh, no.

No.

[ship horn sounds]

Sara, I was gonna
come down here

and ask if you wanted
to talk some more

about what happened
in Panama,

but, um, I think I already know
what you're gonna say.

How's that?

Because you're a little like me.

Because you're gonna say you're
fine, that you can handle it.

So, um,

I'll just leave it
at this.

I'm here.

Whenever you want to talk,

I'm here.

Thank you.

You know that the only thing
that kept me alive

when I was being held was
the thought of being with you.

But I also knew that if
anything happened to me,

you were gonna blame yourself,
and you would spend

the rest of your life
punishing yourself for it,

and... I can't

bear the thought of that.

So can we make a deal right now
that we're even,

and just wipe the slate clean

and no guilt
and no responsibility?

If we're gonna be together,

I don't want it to be
out of a sense of obligation.

Or-or even that
we should be,

because of
what we've been through.

I-I... I just want
to start over.

Start over.

Okay.

But, uh, does that mean
I have to divorce my wife?

Because you're
still married

to a Russian stripper.

Well, "A":
I've been a little busy,

and "B": I'm pretty sure
she was Czech.

LINCOLN:
Mike.

What's wrong?

Whatever it is, it ain't it.

I don't understand.

I thought you said
we copied the card.

No, we did.

But according to
the encryption code...

Okay, how do I make this clear?

If-If Scylla was like a pizza,
all we got's a slice.

So where's the rest
of the data?

I don't know.
I don't know.

I mean...

I mean, I don't know
how we didn't

see this coming.

I mean, it-it makes
perfect sense.

It's like the nuclear
launch codes.

You don't give all that
information to just one person.

How many do you give it to?

Okay, that quote
your father held onto--

in The Odyssey,
Scylla is a six-headed monster

that requires a sacrifice
of six soldiers

in order to pass.

So Scylla
isn't one card,

it's six.

BELLICK:
What does that mean?
How we gonna find

five more of
these things?

Michael!
Michael!

[cell phone vibrating]

I'm busy.

I don't care
what she looks like.

Three tablespoons of water,

one of honey.

Nothing more.

If she knows something
about anything that's going on,

I'm going to find it.

Rise and shine, bitch.

Breakfast.

[groans, gasps]

LINCOLN:
Michael?

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

LINCOLN:
All this security
makes you wonder

what the Company's hiding.

Only way to know

for sure is to find
those five other cards,

see for ourselves.

Think we'll have enough time?

Yeah.

We'll, uh...

We'll be fine.