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Previously on Prison Break...

We're gonna get you out of here.

The escape is on.

Go, go, go.

Who the hell is this guy?

He's my brother.

You can't die on me now, Mike. Tell me why I'm your whip hand.

We found Michael. He's busted up real bad.

I got to go.

You don't know what you'd be walking into. It's not safe.

I can't look my son in the eye

and tell him that I let his father die,

a father he has never met.

Never thought I'd see this face again.

You weren't supposed to.

Lincoln Burrows.

How about you step out

and pay us the hundred grand you owe us?

There is nobility in you, Lincoln.

Should rest up. We're gonna need you.

Didn't know you worried.

About the right things.

What's wrong?

It's him... your husband.

Jacob is Poseidon.

He's a CIA operative, deep cover.

He runs a splinter cell called 21 Void.

He targeted me for my skills.

Michael, he's with our son right now.

I'll get to the States as soon as I can.

Did my husband, Jacob Ness, ask you to work on my cell phone?

He said he was looking to find the people

who were stalking his wife, so I did a data dive.

Where's my son?

I have him. And whether or not I have to threaten him

is entirely contingent upon you putting the gun down.

Kaniel Outis has been located on a cargo ship

in the Mediterranean.

They made you. Run.

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Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey. Yo, where are we headed?

Marseilles.

Marseilles. Marseilles.

I own you, Scofield.

I know everything about you.

Even your most mundane actions. Like the zoo.

What's with you and the zoo?

I go there to think.

Eighteen times in the past month? A lot of thinking.

I was figuring out how to get your guy out of Barranquilla.

Turns out, he's not just a rebel leader,

he's a murderous sociopath.

It's the only way to make omelets.

I need to know more about our targets.

If I'm facilitating escapes, we can't have surprises.

Be proud. You and me, we're changing the world.

Doesn't make it right.

Don't act like you're suddenly a fan of the status quo, okay?

The system? It's slow, stupid, and doomed to fail.

That's why you had to bust your brother out

in the first place.

New ink since the last time I saw you.

Working on a new plan?

Nope. No new plan.

Just get tired of looking at empty skin.

Uh-huh.

You know, it was those tats at Fox River

that caught my eye in the first place.

I had to know everything about the man

who wore his plans on his skin.

In plain sight yet so mysterious.

The key to real power is to disappear.

Hi, Professor Ness.

Hello, Claudia.

Yeah, the secret to real power

is to never betray your intentions,

to wear nothing on your sleeve,

and to never let anyone see your face.

Come on in.

Next time I'm sitting in solitary,

I'll think of you in here,

running the world in air-conditioned comfort.

I've spent my time in the field.

You all set for Myanmar? It's only a few weeks off.

That's why I'm here. I wanna bring someone on board.

Oh, really?

Prison camp at Sittwe is a two-man job.

I been watching this guy. He'll be useful.

Watching him?

You in charge of recruiting now?

Trust me, the last thing I wanna do

is suck someone else into this.

He'll have my back, and he'll speed things up,

increase our odds.

Not exactly a distinguished career.

He's held up well in prison, he's got a mean streak,

and he grew up without a family.

It means he can be manipulated.

If you're planning something,

I'll always be a step ahead of you. You know that.

I can see everything in your eyes.

It's what's behind the eyes that counts, professor.

Hmm.

So you're gonna wait a year for me

to find my way out of Sittwe,

or are you gonna get me a partner

so we can get on with the business

of changing the world?

Done.

I need some food.

I'm with you.

Linc. It's Sara.

She's back in New York.

Are she and Mike okay?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

What is it, Michael?

Something's wrong.

Yes, you will.

I got to get back to the States.

Slow down. You're Kaniel Outis, remember?

You're on every no-fly list in the world.

Jacob's done something to Sara. Maybe Mike, too.

How do you know? That text.

She referred to our son as "junior."

We agreed we'd never call him that.

He's baiting you, Michael.

It worked.

Hey, buddy.

Where's Mom?

Oh, I dropped her off at work while you were at school.

That is quite a pirate ship.

Although, it would be a little hard to sail

with the mast that far forward.

Your ship might tip over.

The mast has to be there.

It's not just a ship. It's a treasure map.

What do you mean? It's for Jimmy.

We hide Legos for each other.

I always find his. He doesn't always find mine.

Wait a second.

How is this drawing a map?

This is the park...

that's the playground,

and this is the sidewalk.

Impressive. You put a code in the drawing.

So, okay, where did you hide the Legos?

These cannons are pools at the park,

but there's an extra one in the sand.

That's where I buried the Legos.

Well done, Mike. Well done.

I've tried everyone.

I'm out of resources in the States, all my contacts,

people who can check on them, make sure they're okay.

Linc, I got to get home.

I can't spend another two weeks on a cargo ship.

He's got my wife and kid.

There may be another way.

You told me about the last seven years of your life.

Haven't told you about mine.

After Sara got exonerated, she left Panama.

Me and Sofia stayed behind and opened a dive shop.

We broke up, and everything went to hell.

You weren't there to stop me,

so before I knew it, I was in the old 'hood doing odd jobs.

Odd jobs meaning what?

Moving things from point A to point B...

for Luca Abruzzi.

John Abruzzi's son.

Yeah.

I just wanted some quick cash to kick-start my life.

He told me not to look in the boxes...

but I looked in the boxes.

The amount of fentanyl I was smuggling,

tens of thousands of pills in every box,

was just killing people.

So I dumped a box in a dumpster, hundred grand's worth.

Now you're in hock to Abruzzi's son.

Yeah. He wants to kill me.

Maybe it's a way to get back to the States real fast.

You got balls, Burrows.

You actually think I wanna help you?

What if I can get you the 100K?

One hundred K.

How are you gonna come up with that?

Crawling along the back alleys of Chicago?

I'm not in Chicago. Marseilles.

Heh. Marseilles? Yeah.

I've been working on a couple deals.

I got a hundred K in my hand. But I want off the hook.

Sure you do. How about you get here and hand it to me?

That's why I'm calling.

I need to sneak into the States invisible, like your pills.

Those flights you got coming out of Europe, fentanyl flights?

I need a few seats.

I'll tell you what. I'll make a few calls,

'cause either I'm gonna see you and get that money,

or I'm gonna see you,

and you're gonna get something a whole lot worse.

I can't believe I'm doing this to myself again.

Difference is this time, you're not alone.

God, these things are disgusting.

What'd they call them again?

Boudin noir.

Not sure what's in them.

I don't think your French is as good as you think it is.

You know, be happy you're not eating snails.

Hey.

Do you think they noticed?

Let's not take any chances.

Guys. Your faces were on the news.

If somebody sees you, this thing is over.

We got to move, Outis. We got to go.

Hold it. Luca.

If you can get to Lyon by midnight,

I can get you on a flight.

I got a warehouse in New York. You're coming to me.

We'll be there.

Can't decide whether I want you to have the money or not...

Killing you might be a lot more satisfying.

Now we know they survived the strike in the Mediterranean,

we can be pretty sure he's coming back to Ithaca.

I need some clarification.

Why would he come back here, to the States?

He's more wanted here than anywhere else in the world.

Of course.

Because of them.

He had a life before he worked for me.

A name. Michael Scofield.

A family.

And when he went away, I ended up looking after them,

ended up falling for them.

Well... he wants to kill me.

Thinks I stole his life, ruined him,

which speaks to his dissociative mind.

I mean, he's a murderer, a turncoat, a terrorist.

But we'll use it.

I'll be the bait if I have to

so we can go about taking him down once and for all.

He's not just gonna stroll in here.

He's too clever for that.

That's why we got someone even more clever.

Thoreau? Guy's a pencil-neck.

Pencil-neck with insight into Scofield's plan,

so you, in turn, can be the hammer.

Screen grab of the Skype transmission

he sent from the desert.

He routed the image through a server

to this Blue Hawaii guy.

But it could've been secretly subrouted

to another yet-unknown recipient

to use the information encoded in it.

Information?

It's actually incredible. Encrypted in the Arabic.

The images are all sorts of stuff.

Apparently mundane as hell...

Visiting hours for zoos.

Links to defunct message boards on the Internet.

What message boards?

Truesnuff.com, Hunterspycamporn.com

both of which carry this...

Images of Harlan Gaines' murder.

What's the bastard doing rubbing that in our faces?

Of all things to encrypt, why that? What's that get you?

Steganographically, a lot.

Steganography is the practice

of concealing information in the code

that makes up digital files.

Russians do it. Chinese. Everybody.

He's probably thinking if anyone sees this,

this will be as far as they'll look.

But I'm already going inside the image,

breaking down the data that comprises it.

This is making my head spin.

Point is, we put big data, A.I., on this,

we can crunch any codes hidden in there pretty quickly,

and that's what I'm doing.

Nice work, but the truth is, if I've done my job,

he may reveal his intentions to us first.

Because I've got him so far off his game now,

he'll start to play his cards too early.

"Teddy."

"But in return, you must take a life."

Show us what the tattoos mean

even before the computers will

and all the people he'll be enlisting for the fight.

You have to call this pay phone in France.

Wait. Chicago? I thought I was going with you.

Not until you find out why you're my whip hand.

I have to go to Chicago to find that out?

Safe travels.

In the grandiosity of his plan,

he'll lose sight of the simplest details.

The phone he texted me with

was located in Lyon, France, last night.

It was turned off in an airport terminal at 11:51 p.m.

Twenty minutes before a direct flight to New York,

where you'll be waiting for him

to put this game to bed for good.

He just powered back up.

We got him.

Look out.

Back of the plane.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. You're not allowed to...

Right this way. Easy.

Looks like the game's still going.

It's impressive how you get these drugs in the country

just by bribing small-town airport officials.

I'm guessing you got about 5 million bucks worth

of fentanyl in here.

So what? You and your brother here are gonna lecture me?

We were actually debating on

whether I should give you the 100 K or not.

He says it's blood money.

I agree.

Why don't you just shut up and pay me, Burrows?

I don't have it.

Grab these guys, bring them to the back, and shoot them.

You don't wanna add murder to your arrest warrant.

Wait.

Arrest warrant?

That guy out there is a DEA informant.

We have him in our pocket. He owes us.

He's got three vans full of agents

who are waiting for his call.

They're gonna rain down on you and your pills

unless you forgive my brother's debt.

Then our informant won't make the call.

Have your brother fighting your battles, do you?

No. Why don't you tell your guys

to drop the guns, and you and I can have it out.

What do you say, Luca?

Scare that guy off. Bring these guys to the back.

They make a move, he makes a call.

Yeah? I think you're bluffing.

I warned you.

We got company.

If you shoot us, there's dozens of witnesses.

Let's go.

All they had to see were DEA hats and SUVs,

and they were gone.

Famous Michael Scofield.

Sheba. Thank you for everything.

You have no idea how happy I am to see you back home.

We're not home yet.

All right. So what's next?

How do we get this son of a bitch?

We don't do anything. Your part is over.

No, no, no.

Tricking Abruzzi's kid is one thing.

Poseidon... he knows your face.

Been tracking you since you went to Yemen.

You've been a warrior, and I owe you.

But your face is a liability now to you and your family.

I don't want you to risk that.

They may know his face, but they don't know mine.

It's the punch you don't see coming that knocks you out.

That's my Sheba.

You take care of her, all right?

I take care of him, you mean.

I love you, brother.

Love you, too.

You be safe, okay?

You too.

All right, well,

when you need me again, you know where to find me.

We'll transport her at 1600 hours.

Lay low until then. Thank you.

Hey. That doesn't bother you, what you just saw in there?

Down in the basement with his wife,

the woman he says he fell for?

Stop.

I'm done with 21 Void after this.

After we get Scofield, Outis, whatever his name is,

I'm done.

That's all I ever wanted, to get Gaines' killer,

but what he's got going on in there...

That's not normal.

It's personal, something sicker.

There's no leaving 21 Void, Van. You know that.

He hired us because we are the best.

We can do whatever we want.

And if we wanna disappear after this,

we can disappear.

There's no getting out.

If you think that way, then you're a prisoner, too.

Guy at the gate said the vehicles split

five minutes after they got here.

Five minutes?

Something ain't right. Product is still here.

It was all staged.

Clever.

But Burrows is gonna die for it.

I don't know how we're gonna find him. He's in the wind.

Maybe not. E-ZPass transponders.

Santora's got a guy at Transit Authority.

I bet you he can tell us what roads they've taken and when.

Then it's up to us to comb the neighborhoods,

find the vehicles,

and put a bullet in that son of a bitch once and for all.

There was no one in the backseat?

No. The windows were blacked out. We couldn't see.

What's that?

My son did this. He's good.

There might be something here.

It's a ship.

Pirate ship with three pirates. Man, woman, and a boy.

It's me, Sara, and Mike.

What do you think that is?

It's a many-headed Hydra reaching up to attack.

You think he means Jacob?

Must be. This is a message.

You're telling me Mikey's left something encoded in that?

Yeah. Yeah, it's encoded in him.

He's got my DNA.

He didn't even know you were coming.

Sara must have told him. I don't know.

She must have told him I was coming.

There's definitely something here, definitely.

What is it?

It's one of Luca's guys.

What? How the hell did he track us here?

I don't know.

All I know is all the chickens are coming home to roost

at the worst possible time. We got to go.

Linc.

I got it.

This ship. This galleon.

The body of water it's on. I looked at the map.

And there's a lake... lake shaped exactly like it

in the Finger Lakes district. Long Lake.

This "X" would be on the east shore of that lake.

He's telling us where he is.

I'm trying to figure out if you lost your mind or not.

There's only one way to find out.

Uh-uh. What?

You're going back to Buffalo. What?

I want you to be with your family.

Look after the refugees.

Linc, I'm a part of this fight, too.

What was that?

It's goodbye.

I could never forgive myself if something happened to you.

Can I help you?

Yeah. Can I rent a boat?

I wanna take one out on the lake.

Been thinking.

God, I've been thinking...

'cause a hard bargain's been presented to me...

And I'm considering something

that's gonna seem like the old Theodore Bagwell.

T-Bag.

And if that's indeed what's coming...

It won't be the work of a cold-blooded man.

And it won't be for sin...

Or for hate.

If there's blood on my hands, know this, world...

It'll be for love.

How you doing, buddy?

I'm sick of the lake house. I wanna go home.

I know. I know.

We'll go home soon. Don't worry.

Is Mom okay?

She's, uh... She's a little under the weather.

She's just resting.

Everything will be fine, kiddo.

Everything will be back to normal soon enough. Okay?

Michael, go get him. I'll be ready.

Thanks, man. That was fun. Yeah. Anytime.

Yeah. Great. Thank you.

What kind of honorific is "Whip"?

Who's asking?

A man drawn into this by destiny.

Okay. How about you take off?

I'm not exactly kind to strange men

coming up to me in the middle night, you know?

Only one person calls me Whip. You ain't him.

Nobody calls you that.

Man that gave me this hand. Nobody.

Kaniel Outis.

Or for those of us who know him, Michael Scofield.

Who are you?

We all got handles, don't we?

Outis, T-Bag, Whip.

You're Dave Martin, aren't you?

How'd you know that? Huh?

You better start talking, old man.

You don't wanna tangle with this.

Neither do you.

All your answers are right in here.

What?

West Virginia honky tonk, 1991, pretty waitress.

Bunch of personal business between us after closing,

then I get 'cause Johnny Law's breathing down my neck.

Lacking a forwarding address, I never heard from her again.

What you trying to tell me?

Scofield was looking for a partner,

combing prisons looking for someone

who could handle himself.

And with your innate ability to thrive,

rise to the top in even the worst of cages,

you reminded him of a certain someone.

And so he did a little research.

Wanted to know what we all wanna know.

Did you learn it,

or was it ingrained in you?

It was ingrained in you, son.

You got it from me.

Linc, he's here.

My son. Thank God.

Hold on.

Hold up. I think Jacob's coming back.

I can't believe I'm seeing my son.

Something's wrong.

Sara's here, but something's wrong.

Don't do anything. He's coming back.

I'm going in.

It's not Jacob. You're clear.

Get your family. See you soon.

Burrows!

Hi, Mike.

You know who I am?

I got your map.

I'm gonna get you and your mother out of here.

I... I didn't draw a map.

Is someone in there with your mother?

It's not...

We need to run.

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