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[narrator] Previously on Prison Break…

[Sara] Losing a brother,
the massive hole that leaves in your life.

Like the same massive hole
losing a husband makes.

Your brother's dead, Lincoln.

[Lincoln] How do you explain that?

-Lincoln Burrows.
-Jacob.

-Uncle Lincoln!
-Hey!

[Sara] 911. I have an armed intruder
in my house.

[groans]

We've awoken something.

Something people are trying
to hide about Michael.

I don't know who we're fighting.

Let's go to Yemen and find out.

[Sara] You don't know a thing about Yemen.

[Lincoln] I'll find someone.

[C-Note] The country's falling apart.
Everyone wants out.

[explosion]

Welcome to the civil war.

Come quickly, or we'll all be dead!

-[Lincoln] Who's that contact again?
-[C-Note] Sheba.

[Lincoln] Michael's caught
in something big.

[C-Note] Kaniel Outis
is a big-time terrorist.

[Sheba] We've arranged
a visit to Ogygia Prison.

[Lincoln] Michael's in there?

Michael?

My name isn't Michael,
and I don't know who you are.

[in Arabic]

[Lincoln] Michael, what are you doing,
damn it?

[reporter] The fighting in Yemen
intensified today

as ISIL forces
get ever nearer to the capitol.

The rebels, who have the stated intent
of taking over the country

and establishing a radical caliphate,

are also bent on freeing their leader,

Abu Ramal, who was captured by
the government five years ago.

Ramal is known for his extreme
views and practices,

from using young girls as sex slaves,

to a medieval brand of justice
that includes public beheadings

and executions in the street.

Ramal is currently being held in Yemen's
most notorious penitentiary,

Ogygia Prison.

Psst.

[Michael] This is it.

Whip, get up here.

[Sid] Is it happening?

You are not going to leave us, are you?

If the rebels take the city, we're dead.

[Michael] You've told us that
1,000 times, Sid.

You're a broken record. Is it clear?

[Sid] Okay, it's clear.

[Michael] Whip. Come on.

Lights go out… [grunts] You follow.

Come on.

[Whip] Would have made it so much easier

if it was just you and me like
it was on all the other ones.

[Michael] Nothing is easy on this one.

[Whip] Yeah, tell me about it.

One minute.

[distant explosions rumbling]

Board spans the gap.

Blanket covers the wire.

[gasps]

Now it's about those lights going out.

He didn't flash it 24 hours before.
That's supposed to be the signal.

-Have faith.
-Seven straight nights?

No signal, no lights getting turned out?

[distant explosion]

Those strikes are getting closer, too.

Those lights aren't going out.

-Lights aren't going out.
-Got to go back.

Maybe make a run for it.

Too much ground. They'll shoot us down

-before we make the gap.
-What's the plan? Give up and die?

I can't wait another four years.
It was supposed to be one week.

Poseidon has left us here to die.

We still got one card left to play.

I didn't want to play it,
but it's already in motion.

-[explosion rumbles]
-Let's go.

[C-Note] Apparently, Kaniel Outis
was thrown into Ogygia

for crimes against the government.

Shortly after, he was captured

trying to escape,
and thrown into solitary.

They just released him
into Gen Pop recently.

Call him Michael, will you?

But why didn't he acknowledge us

-when he saw us?
-[soft scraping on floor]

Stop!

Get back here!

-Kid was spying on us.
-Yeah.

And he left something under the doormat.

[♪ theme music playing]

[Lincoln] This is Michael's handwriting.

Swan was his calling card.
He's reaching out to us.

But why is he being so mysterious?

Back in the day, he never
talked to you straight, as in not in code?

He's worried about someone
intercepting his message.

Yeah, but what does it mean?

I don't know, but we're supposed to know.

-Sheik of Light.
-Sheik of Light.

That sounds like a guy on a mountain peak
communing with God.

Yeah, we got to get help.

-We're out of help.
-Sheba.

She's thinks I'm abetting a terrorist.

Well, then you have
to convince her that you're not.

[Sheba] You have got to leave, Papa.

I will not run away.

The government is being targeted.

You are being targeted.

-I'm a no one.
-You are government to them.

You don't understand being a Yemeni.

[breathing heavily]

You would run away
when she needs you the most?

I understand that we are no good
to this country dead.

Papa, there will come a time.
We go abroad,

regroup with an exile government.

With what money, girl?

It would cost two years' salary.

I'd rather die with my face
to the enemy than to run away.

Papa…

[knocking at door]

-Hey.
-[Sheba] I suggest you leave

this country as quickly as you can.

-What's he doing here?
-My friend needs your help.

I gave him my help. You didn't tell me
he was working with the enemy.

This man you claim is your brother,

Kaniel Outis, worked with the rebels.

-His name's Michael Scofield.
-I don't care!

Not Kaniel Outis!

There's nothing you can say to me
that will make me help you, okay?

Is that right?

This enough to get your family
out of the country?

Deliver me this first.

[school bell ringing]

[Sara] Ready, love?

[phone chimes]

-[Mike] What's that?
-It's, uh…

It's something your Uncle Lincoln sent.

Here.

I don't want to go.
I want to stay with you.

You got to go to school.

And I'm gonna be right here
when the bell rings, okay?

You walk down those steps,
you hop straight into the car. Yeah?

I love you.

Make it a great day.

[Lincoln, on video] I got the note.

I got the note, Michael.

We're here to get you out of here.

[Michael] Look, my name isn't Michael,
and I don't know who you are.

I'm sorry.

[phone rings]

-Hey.
-[Jacob] You know I'm a noted economist?

That's what it says in the paper.

"Noted Economist Attacked in Home."
[chuckles]

I didn't even know
economists made the news.

That's the first and last time, hopefully.

[chuckles] I've been trying
to piece this thing together.

You remember those government guys,
those think tank guys,

trying to pick my brain about game theory,

how they could use it for foreign policy?

Yeah, you bored the hell
out of 'em, right?

Yeah, okay, but I mean,
did I hear something

-I shouldn't have?
-I don't know. Did you?

Like who shot JFK?

[chuckles] I am trying to be serious here.

No, you're doped up on painkillers
and you're thinking too much.

I promise this has nothing to do with you.

You rest. I'm going to, um…

I'm gonna run some errands,
and then I'm gonna come visit you, okay?

[Jacob] Okay. Love you.

Love you, too.

Okay, no problem. Thanks.

Hi. I, uh, I called earlier
about a missing U.S. citizen

-in the Middle East.
-Yes. I'm Henry Kishida.

Let me walk you to the director's office.

It's an unusual situation,
which you can appreciate,

since your husband
is declared legally dead,

and the person that you're referring to
goes by another name.

[Kellerman] I'll take it from here, Henry.

How are you, Sara?

[Sara] Kellerman?

I'll leave you two be.
Let me know if you need anything, sir.

-Mm-hmm.
-Sorry, how did I end up with you again?

You asked for the State Department's help.

I wanted the State Department, not you.

Yeah, you've lived so many lives,
I don't know who you are.

That'd be a consistent theme for you,

given that you were married to a man
who never existed?

What is that supposed to mean?

It means you should come in
and let me enlighten you

to all things Michael Scofield…

Or should I say Kaniel Outis?

You shouldn't drink bottled water,
the dioxins, the BPAs in there--

-I'm touched by your concern.
-Have a seat.

Good, thank you.

You know, Sara… [clears throat]
you and I have a checkered past.

But I am evermore a boring guy now,
and mellowed by life, trust me.

If you have something you want to tell me
about Michael, I'd sure love to hear it.

Okay. When your call came in,
Kishida processed it.

Well, there are certain keywords that get
our system buzzing pretty quickly.

Kaniel Outis…

Actually, can't stand it
watching you drink out of that.

Hey, Kishida?

Could you bring Sara a glass
for her water, please?

Thank you.

Kaniel Outis is a known terrorist,

ties to ISIL, wanted in the killing
of a senior CIA official.

-Michael's no killer.
-You see, that's the problem.

Because Kaniel Outis is.

-Thank you.
-[Henry] You're welcome.

And…

This is Kaniel Outis.

That's ridiculous.

The record here at State says that
that's Kaniel Outis' face.

You and I both know
who Michael Scofield was.

No, that's just a memory.

The official record, history,

it says otherwise now.

Now, that's scary,
to think who could be behind that.

Because only somebody
very formidable would be capable

of officially turning
one man into another.

It would take a genius like Michael.

You're insinuating that he did this?

He disappeared, just quit on his life?

I want answers just like you do.
Who's capable of this?

Only a handful of people in the world.

Sara? Sara!

I figure we got a day, maybe two,
tops, to get out of this hole.

[explosion]

At that point,
either the shelling gets us,

or ISIL does.

Does any of this faze you at all?
The fact that we're gonna die in here?

We're not gonna die.
We're still getting out.

All of us.

How's that? The roof?

-The roof ain't happening.
-The roof is happening.

We don't have time for
another escape plan.

So you are nervous.

Great, now I know I'm in deep crap.

[Sheba] I'm only doing this for the money.

Don't think you and I are suddenly good.

You just deliver me the sheik.

The sheiks are well away from here.

High desert.

And I've never heard of one
being referred to as Sheik of Light.

Which means it's probably a code.

She knows your brother.

This tape,
it's the only thing that doesn't belong.

Your brother speaks in riddles, does he?

Maybe it's Braille or, uh, Morse.

Or just numbers.

[speaking Arabic

[in English] I think it's a phone number.

[line ringing]

Voice mail.

Mohammad El Tunis.

Director of Electrical Works in Sana'a.

Director of Electrical Works.

"Sheik of Light."

[C-Note] Thanks for taking
the time to see us.

Where is everybody?

[security guard] They are fleeing
ahead of the advance.

We have been trying to reach him.

All we know is that he went to the suburbs
to try to find his daughter.

Do you have an address for her?

We tried calling her, but no answer.

Address is here.

You are not going to try
to find him, are you?

God be with you, then.

Circled the address.

Good luck.

You're coming with us.

If you think I'm going
into the suburbs, you're crazy.

What's wrong with the suburbs?

The suburbs are out there.

The front line of the war.

Nice knowing you,

Benjamin, I hope next time it's under
better circumstances. Pay up.

You have to get us past the checkpoint.

Two Americans,
we'll never make it without you.

I am not getting myself killed. Pay up.

Deliver the sheik.

Then you get your money.

[mutters in Arabic]

Get in.

[cell phone rings]

Yes?

[Kellerman]
You should check your e-mail, Sara.

[keyboard clacking]

What am I looking at?

Footage captured by a hunter
four years ago.

One of those motion sensor devices
you hang on trees,

takes intermittent photos of prey.

Hunter comes out one morning,
finds these images.

This is the killing
I was telling you about.

The victim is Harlan Gaines,
Deputy Chief of the CIA.

And the killer,

well, you can see,

it's who we call Michael Scofield,
or Kaniel Outis, or…

This is exactly what they did to Lincoln.

And then there's the blood evidence
the next day.

Kaniel or Michael or whatever
gets on a flight to Yemen,

we almost nail him when he lands.

He gets away.

His luggage doesn't,

and Gaines' blood is
all over the clothes inside.

The evidence is overwhelming.

Whatever name you want to call him,

Michael's a murderer, Sara.

Hey.

Are you all right?

You all right?

Oh, this old thing?

Yeah, I'm doing fine.

What's going on?

I need your advice.

It's probably something
you're not gonna want to talk about.

I could really use your clarity right now.

It's about Michael.

[cell doors closing]

♪ I've paid my dues ♪

[Whip] Still want to know how
he got that in here.

Hugging naked with the guards.

Got to be, right?

♪ But I've come through ♪

What the hell is that?

"We are the Champions."

♪ We are the champions ♪

You get stuck in a porta-potty
like this, you go Queen?

I mean, where are the girls
riding the washing machines, right?

Look at my screen again,
this goes in your eye.

The world never ceases to amaze.

You get stuck in a Middle Eastern prison,
the biggest SOB is a Korean.

He's in withdrawal.

♪ 'Cause we are the champions ♪

♪ Of the world… ♪

You know, he's the biggest collector
of Queen paraphernalia in the world.

They say his house in Seoul
is a shrine to Freddie Mercury.

[Whip] And he got in here how?

[Michael] Identity theft.
Apparently, he used to sit on his couch,

hack high net worth accounts
all over the world.

Turned it into a collection
of Hummers, helicopters,

and, apparently, Freddie Mercury's ashes.

[Whip] Wait, you mean like
his burnt-up body?

The story is Freddie's cremated,
but his ashes go missing.

To this day, no one knows where they are.

Ja admitted to me once,
when he was high, he bought them.

Two million bucks. He's got Queen's
lead singer in his family room.

How exactly do you know all this?

I asked him.

He's a real mensch
when he's not in withdrawal.

I didn't know you talked to him.

Amazing. Just when I think
I know your game, I don't.

You know my game, Whip.

See, right there, "Whip."
I don't even know why you call me that.

Because you're my whip hand.
My ace in the hole.

Yeah, sure, okay.

[Jacob] See, in game theory,
it serves you to be two-faced.

Be everyone's friend
till the moment you're not.

You make them love you so much
that when they're up against it,

their loyalty will make them act
against their own best interests.

That's game theory.

A cold, rational focus on winning.

Even if it's at everyone else's expense.

What I'm trying to understand
is what he stands to gain.

Leaving his family, and the new identity.

According to the little you've
told me, he was different.

Always an agenda, right?

Yeah.

I mean, he apparently loved you.
Of course he loved you.

How could he not?

But he also wanted you to open that door
in the prison for him.

I mean, true game theory,

everything, everyone

is a contingency.

You meet people,
you bring them into your life

and you keep them percolating
until the moment

you need to manipulate
the relationship to your advantage.

I'm not judging, you know?
That's not my thing.

-I know.
-You know me. But…

[sighs] schema as deep

and as calculating as that can,
in the end,

spin a man off into madness.

He might initially think
smaller evils are okay

in the service of a greater good.

Like breaking Lincoln out of prison.

But the dance of good
and evil could become jumbled,

and the manipulation itself becomes
the most important thing.

Becomes about winning

rather than whether the game
should be won at all.

I don't think I've seen you
this scared before.

They say, for Ramadan,

as an act of forgiveness,

they're going to release all prisoners
from solitary over there

back into general population.

Worst of the worst.

ISIL fanatics.

Abu Ramal.

They're going to kill me, you know.

Government gave me 20 years…

for homosexuality.

But the monsters in there,
Ramal and his men,

won't let me live 20 minutes.

Please tell me…

you still plan on getting us out of here.

You were responsible
for killing the lights,

and then your Sheik of Light went missing
at exactly the wrong time.

I don't know what happened to him.

Maybe I can find another way.

There is something you could do.
Give me a piece of that gum.

Piece of gum is going
to get us out of prison?

It'll start the process.

Sometimes, my friend,
I can't tell which is bigger,

your plans or your lies.

I take that personally,
you calling me a liar.

And I'm gonna show you,
just like the butterfly's wings,

this piece of gum is gonna start
a sequence of events

that will finish
on the other side of the world.

[whispers] Battery, please.

Prison lighter.

Whip, I need your socks.

Sid, water can.

-How we doing out there?
-We're all good. Quick, though.

[Michael] Okay.

Hey.

You sure about this?

There's no time left.

The city's about to collapse.

Desperate times
call for desperate measures.

[Whip] Okay.

[winces]

[grunts]

Ah! Got it.

-[grunts]
-Come on, come on.

[yells]

[Whip] Go, go, go.

Guards!

We got a sick one in here.

-[groans]
-[guard] What is this?

He's burning up, he needs the infirmary.

Please.

[Sheba] This is it.

Limit of government control.

Anything after this is ISIL territory.

Stop.

Stop.

[Sheba] Let me do the talking.

[speaking Arabic]

[guard speaking Arabic]

[in English] He's says
us being Westerners, a woman,

we go inside, we are not coming back.

They're not letting us through.

Tell him I bet $500 bucks
we'll make it back in one piece.

He doesn't have $500 to bet.

[Lincoln] It doesn't matter.

We don't make it back, he keeps it.

[speaking Arabic]

[speaking Arabic]

[in English] He says we have a death wish.

Fine.

The city used to be beautiful, alive.

Look what they've done to it.

They're putting up portraits of Abu Ramal.

He's only gotten more powerful
since he got locked up in Ogygia.

[Lincoln] God help us if he gets out.

[Sheba] ISIL.

We're gonna get stopped.
Get down. Down now.

Cover up.

[man shouts in Arabic]

[in English] Can't believe this.

I know him.

[in Arabic]

Reza.

[in English] It's Abu Amir now.

What are you doing in the suburbs, Sheba?

Took a wrong turn.

You got your hair covered up.

That's good.

Finally find God?

Not your God.

There is only one God.

We're gonna take the city, you know.

You be nice,

maybe I'll make a good woman of you.

Forgive the devil in you.

Why don't I just turn around now?

We forgive each other.

Forget each other ever existed.

Beauty is not so easily forgotten.

[Yasser] Lover boy!

We have to go.
Government's moving in at Aksa Park.

Cut her loose.

[yells in Arabic]

[in English]
Get the hell off our territory.

[engine starts]

[men shouting in Arabic]

[in English] They are gone.

[breathing heavily]

We have to hurry.

We're lucky he didn't kill me right then.

Why?

[Sheba] Maybe I'll tell you one day.

[groaning]

[gunfire outside]

They're destroying our city.

Your ISIL friends are destroying our city.

And you come in here wanting help.

Just give me a little something.

Is there a doctor here?

I'm burning up.

You should have thought about that

when you supplied guns to them,

assassinated good men.

Those charges were a misunderstanding.

Oh, Allah. Kaniel Outis says
it was a misunderstanding.

Was it also a misunderstanding
when you tried to escape the moment

you got into this prison? Hmm?

[groans]

An honest man doesn't try to escape.

He asks for a lawyer.

But you, you tried to escape
the very first week.

[groans]

I'd have left you in solitary forever
if it was up to me.

[yells]

[grunts]

-[Michael groans]
-[door opens]

[drawer creaks open]

The address, at the end of the block.

Rebels,

right in front of the house.

[Lincoln] Son of a bitch.

Anything easy in this country?

The question is, is the sheik even inside?

Only one way to find out.

[Sheba] They find us up here,
there's no explaining ourselves.

We're all dead.

[grunts]

[loud grunting]

[man speaks Arabic]

-[shushes]
-[breathing heavily]

[C-Note] Quiet.

You… you are not ISIL?

No. But you're Mohammad El Tunis,
I take it?

[in Arabic]

[in English] We are from the city center.
We are here to get you out.

Not without my daughter.

We can bring her. Where is she?

-She's out there.
-Where?

[Mohammad] In the basement
of the schoolyard, across the street.

Pinned since ISIL arrived.

I came to get her out.

And I got pinned, too.

I hate to say it, Linc, but I think
we might've just got pinned as well.

[rebels shouting]

[indistinct radio chatter]

You okay?

[grunts]

You look like you could use
a few sharp edges

knocked off your world.

You don't look so good yourself.

[breathing deeply]

Say what you want about Yemen,

they're not shy about prescriptions.

It's the good stuff. Morphine derivative.

I need access to your cell phone
and a credit card number.

Why?

I want to order a pizza.

[shouting in Arabic]

[in English] There's a back door,
toward the schoolhouse. Come on.

[brakes screech]

[Lincoln] Too late.

Go to the rooftops.

They're all over the Rover.
We'll never get to it.

I can get in that pickup,
make a ruckus on my way out.

Any luck, they'll be all over me.

-Then you got a clean shot to the Rover.
-[pounding on door]

Go. Go!

I'm not leaving without my daughter.

You don't know what ISIL will do to her
for educating those girls.

I'll get her out, I promise.

[grunting]

[shouting in Arabic]

-[Lincoln] Go!
-[Mohammad] Okay! Okay.

[speaking in Arabic]

[grunting]

-[horn blaring]
-[shouting in Arabic]

[Lincoln] Your father sent me.
I'm getting you out of here. Come on!

[speaking Arabic]

[men shouting in Arabic]

[speaking Arabic]

[engine starts]

[Lincoln, in English] Get down! Stay down!

[gunshots]

He's got to make it.
You know you got to make it. Come on.

There he is! There he is!

Yeah, baby!

Oh, no. This isn't good.

This isn't good.

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[shouting in Arabic]

[Sheba, in English]
This government checkpoint.

They'll think we're suicide bombers.
We have to stop.

[C-Note] Are you out of your mind?

Don't shoot at us!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

[in Arabic]

[Lincoln, in English] Stay down!

[speaks Arabic]

[soldiers shouting]

[exhales]

[laughing]

-[sobbing]
-[Mohammad speaks Arabic]

[kisses]

[sighs] Forgive me, uh…

Their parents have been killed.

I'm trying to figure out
how I can help them.

They can stay here for now.

As long as you tell me
who you know in Ogygia,

and why they want you so bad.

[sighs] I'm a man with, uh…

troublesome children.

They're beautiful.

But perhaps too modern for this country.

My daughter tries to educate girls.

And my son…

he falls in love with another man.

They gave him 20 years in Ogygia Prison.

I went to visit him a few weeks ago.

He said maybe there is a way out.

A way I could help.

A man is not a man
if he would let his family die.

You agreed to help him. How?

He said if I could arrange a blackout,

he knew someone who could get him out.

An American?

I don't know.

I was supposed to do this a week ago,
but then this happened with my daughter.

Thank God you found us.

[Lincoln] There's still time to do it.

They're waiting for you in there.

Then I have to go now.

He said I was to give a signal
exactly 24 hours before the blackout.

I will pulse the power grid twice.

This city may not have 24 hours in it.

[school bell rings]

Bye, guys. Bye.

God knows I'm no perfect judge
of character, but Michael? [chuckles]

If any of what they're saying is true…

So there's more to find out, Sara.

I mean, the important thing is
that you are gonna survive this,

however it turns out.

Mm-hmm.

And we're here for you. Okay?

-Let's go.
-Thank you.

-Call me, okay?
-Yeah.

Hey, can I just scoop Mike real quick?

All the kids have been released.

You don't have him?

Mike?

-I'll go this way.
-Okay, yeah.

Mike?

Hey, hey, have you seen Mike?

Mike!

Mike!

Mike!

[panting] There…

What are you doing? You scared me.

I was looking for where the man went.

What man, baby?

The man that gave me this.

The pizza man.

The pizza man?

Michael.

What are you into?

ISIL is getting closer by the hour.

And the rebels in here know it.

When they take over,
they'll kill all of us.

Infidels, the sinners, the foreigners.

Praise Allah.

Someone found my father.

Means the escape is on.

Twenty-four hours from now.

But this may be too late.

Ramadan has begun.

The guards are releasing the prisoners.

Abu Ramal and his men,

they'll kill me. And you.

[conversing in Arabic]

[♪ theme music playing]