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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.