Think of this place like a map of the U.S.
Our cell over there-- that's New York City.
The infirmary, our exit-- that's California.
The pipes beneath our feet, they're connected to...
- Route 66. - Our ticket out of here.
Route 66 runs directly beneath that building.
It's the only building sitting on top of those tunnels.
All we got to do is get in there on P.I.
and dig ourselves an on-ramp.
- Which one? - Right there.
This goes down four feet, connects to the main line below.
All we've got to do is widen it,
and we've got ourselves an on-ramp to Route 66.
I'm going to find out, you know--
what it is you're doing up there.
You told me that you had been up in the crawl space
for P.I., and...
P.I. was never assigned to go there.
We got you a little get-well gift.
What's your name?
There was an explosion.
Gas line. Everyone inside was killed.
The people we're dealing with won't stop until we're dead.
We can't hide forever.
How about that kid, the one they say killed his parents?
- Oh, they got him. - They did?
He's in custody.
I know what you look like, you son of a bitch!
Philly Falzone.
Words is there's someone in here
who knows where Fibonacci is
and you're not doing anything about it.
Help me.
Please.
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You'll have to forgive my boy.
He has the, uh, propensity to be a bit gregarious when he shouldn't be.
Fraternizing in the prison shower. Come on.
Maybe you ought to cut the kid a break.
You wouldn't be meddling in my affairs now, would you, Scofield?
You can't be that stupid.
Not when I'm so fully invested in your affairs.
What's between you and him...
is between you and him.
That's what I thought you said.
You've got to help me.
You're talking to the wrong man. This is a matter for the police.
This is my son we're talking about.
For God's sake, he's missing. Do something!
You have got to understand, I am the warden of a prison.
When it comes to the law, there is absolutely nothing I can do.
Whatever happens out there is out of my jurisdiction
until it comes through those gates.
It just did. Let me out.
What?
Let me find him.
I know how he thinks. I know where he'd run.
Burrows, I would've thought that by now, under the circumstances,
you'd understand your position as a death row inmate.
There is no way I can honor that request.
That ain't true.
You got the power.
In case of a family emergency, you can grant an inmate supervised leave.
Your son is a prime suspect in a double homicide.
Hey!
What do you think this is, siesta?
You see that? See my face up there?
Any idea how it got there?
Work ethic.
Those two words mean anything in your country?
You're on PI. Quit slow-walking me.
I'm not going to warn you again. What are you looking at?
Bulls find this stuff, they'll know we're digging.
That's why we got to get rid of it...
one piece at a time.
Freshmen.
Best put on a jail face, BG.
These crabs see you puckerin',
they gonna bitchify you in a heartbeat.
Looks like I got to find something else to call you now.
Why is that?
'Cause you ain't a fish no more. You ain't the newest con in the tank no...
I could've done something.
No.
T-Bag had his hooks in that kid. There was nothing you could've done.
I could've told the pope.
He could've transferred the kid to AdSeg. He would've been safe.
Go easy, Michael. You didn't even know him.
That makes it okay?
I turned my back on him
because I didn't want to make waves. It was just...
easier...
to look the other way...
keep the plan safe.
And you did.
But at what price?
That's not how she raised us.
A man's down, you give him your hand.
She'd roll over in her grave if she knew what I'd become.
No, she wouldn't.
You've given me your hand, Michael.
My son's out there with a bull's-eye on his back.
Do whatever you got to do to get us out of here, please.
What are you doing?
I was just looking for some coffee.
Yeah, there isn't any.
They belonged to my father, if you were wondering.
How long they been in there?
I don't know, five years.
You know, Veronica, we've been through a lot, and, uh,
I'm freaking out here as much as you are.
But you get this look in your eyes sometimes like...
like I'm the bad guy.
I don't know who you are, Nick.
You just magically show up like some knight in shining armor,
ready to save the day...
You know, I... I think you seem to be forgetting something here.
I'm in the crosshairs the same way you are,
all for your ex-boyfriend,
who, unlike my father, is a scumbag criminal
who just happens to be in prison for the one crime he didn't commit.
You know something? I've got enough of my own crap to deal with.
You want to go, you go.
Mind if I lamp with you, Cuzzo?
Roll, snowflake.
Hey, man, I'm just...
I'm just-just new, you know? I'm lookin' for some homies.
I said roll.
What? I... I'm just lawnchin'.
Yeah? Well, lawnch somewhere else, white boy.
A'ight, y'all.
I'm fittin' to bounce.
Peace.
Boy's a bit confused about his pigmentation,
but he sure does have spunk, doesn't he?
Abruzzi?
Yeah?
What are you doing?
What do you mean, "What am I doing?"
First of the month's coming up, John.
Yeah, so?
I haven't got my monthly.
What?
I checked my balance online, it's looking seriously deficient.
Got to be some kind of a mistake, like an accounting error or...
Yeah.
Tell Falzone that I don't stand for "accounting errors."
I'm going back into my office at the end of the day.
Going to check my balance again.
If it's not up to where it's supposed to be...
all these privileges you got, like running P.I....
they're gone.
Get it done, John.
- Falzone Enterprises. - Get Philly.
Mr. Falzone's not available.
You tell him it's John Abruzzi calling.
I'm sorry, I didn't realize.
Well, now you do.
I'm sorry, he's going to have to call you back.
What? Hey...
I'm sorry.
About before.
Pressure's getting to us, that's all.
Good news is nobody can reach us out here.
My old man made sure of that.
Never even hooked up a telephone.
Same with the well and the generator.
You know, I used to think he was some kind of conspiracy theory wacko.
Turns out maybe he was right.
I can't stay, Nick.
I got to get back.
He's got less than two weeks.
The old man used to call this his "serious" tie.
He only wore it when he really...
really meant business.
Be dangerous, you know, showing our faces again.
Not if they're not looking for us.
They think we're dead, right?
I know. How long's that going to last?
Got to be quick, be smart about it.
Way I see it, we're just going to be running in circles
if we think we're going to find exculpatory evidence before the execution--
proof he didn't do it.
I've gone up against pretty much every prosecutor in Cook County.
A man gets murdered,
the first person they want to talk to to see who his real enemies were--
the wife.
You want to go after the queen bee herself?
Leslie Steadman.
Everyone in town knows the old bird lunches at the Lexington every day.
With the society set.
Hey. Hey! Hey!
Hey, slow it down.
Slow it down!
Easy, my man.
You're going to give us away.
Bull's coming.
Let's move. Hurry up, guys. Move it!
Everybody out.
What?
I said, everybody out! Now.
Move it!
Where are we going?
Down there. Around the corner.
And don't move a damn muscle till I come get you.
Go.
What the hell's going on?
We're so bad, aren't we?
Damn skimpy. Let's go.
You got to give us more of a warning next time.
I'm sorry.
He just showed up.
Oh, we're going to get caught.
- By who? - By the warden.
Baby, right now, in this room... at this moment...
I... am the warden.
Say it.
No, I'm not going to say it.
Come on, baby. Say it.
Say it, baby. Come on!
You're the warden, Louis!
The sneaky son of a bitch.
You think he found the hole?
Another inch and he'd have found it.
We need to find something to cover this hole ASAP.
Broke? What do you mean broke?
The C-Corp.
The investment accounts.
Even the offshore stuff, Caymans, Bermuda.
Philly Falzone liquidated everything.
Hey, I told you from the beginning
what would happen if you screwed me.
And I heeded it.
That's why I warned you from the get-go not to give Philly power of attorney.
We had that conversation, remember?
Look, the only real funds you have left
are the 30,000 in your wife's pocket account.
- Now, I could... - Don't...
Don't touch that.
Nobody touches that but her.
What do I tell her? You know, about all of this?
Don't tell her anything. Okay?
The statements are going to come.
- She's going to know. - Hey, I told you...
Don't... tell... her. Right?
Is that a problem?
Okay, John.
You know where to contact me if you need anything else.
The same goes for you.
Hey.
Hey!
Philly.
How are you?
So good to see you.
For you, the answer is always yes, Philly.
Sit down.
Come on, John.
Looks like there's no record of a Fox River Medical Practice
on our list of participating HMOs or PPOs.
Okay, that's because we're a state penitentiary,
and we're actually in kind of a unique situation here.
Mr. Scofield's insurance policy from his previous employer hasn't lapsed yet.
For that reason, the state's demanding that
you pay for his treatment and not the taxpayers.
Okay... Well, it says here he already met his deductible...
Okay.
Oh, no, wait, that's his psych deductible, not his medical.
Sorry, "psych" as in "psychiatric"?
I give you permission to call to Philly?
Hey, I asked you a question, man.
Listen, there, uh...
there's been a restructuring.
This comes from Philly himself.
You couldn't deliver Fibonacci...
so I'm The Man in here now.
Hey, jelly wad...
run to the commissary, get me a bag of chips,
we'll pretend this never happened, right?
Yeah, I'm telling you, John.
the sooner you face these facts, the better off we will all be.
I could kill you in a heartbeat.
Somehow I doubt that.
The sooner you face facts, the better off we will all be.
You're yesterday's news, John.
What's the word, brother man? You all cooking brownies or what?
Act your race, milk chicken.
What's your deal, yo? You got tough buckets or somethin'?
You're a disgrace to your skin, you know that?
The boy just slipped.
Ain't that right?
Come on, stand up.
All right, cons, back to your cells. Go!
What's your name, boy?
Who's that?
Shearing.
Shearing, you've heard about my kid, right?
Take the tray, Linc.
I, uh...
I just need to call him.
Just...
take the tray,
or I'm going to shove it in there and you can eat it off the ground.
You had a son.
Josh.
Don't do anything stupid, Linc.
I'm not, I...
I just want to ask you a question then I'm going to let go.
What if it were, Josh?
What if it were your son?
Please.
- Dad? - LJ. Thank God.
Are you all right?
No. I'm nowhere near it.
What do you mean? Where are you?
What they're saying about me-- it's not true.
I know it's not true.
They-They killed her. They killed her. They...
Right in front of me, right in front of my eyes, man...
- You got to... you got to... - Why are they doing this?
Listen, listen, you got to step up. You got to be the man now.
You understand me? You understand me, LJ?
Yeah.
Okay, I want you to call Veronica.
Her number is disconnected. I already tried.
Nick Savrinn. You call Nick Savrinn, works for Project Justice.
You call him once we're done. You got it?
Nick Savrinn.
Okay. Okay, I'll call. I'll call.
All right then. It's gonna be all right. Okay?
They're here.
Who's here?
LJ? LJ?!
Did you hear that?
Did you hear it?
Do you know what that means?
Why don't you ask your mom what it means?
Oh, I'm sorry.
You might have trouble getting an answer out of her right about now, huh?
LJ?
I saw that.
Just getting connected, that's all.
There she is.
Mrs. Steadman?
I'm Dick Sisler. This is my associate, Francette Kelly.
We're with the National Victims' Rights Association.
We provide assistance for victims of violent crimes.
Gather support for tough-on-crime political candidates.
Bravo.
Look, if your organization's looking for a handout, young man,
you can go through my business manager.
Ma'am, that is not why we're here. Actually, may we sit down?
We were hoping you could help us with one of our more public cases--
the Lincoln Burrows case.
As you know, he's making unfounded claims that he's innocent.
That others had motive to murder your husband.
I really don't have time for a long conversation.
Mrs. Steadman, it doesn't have to be a long conversation.
If we talked about who had motive to kill Terrence, we'd be here all day.
- I'm sorry? - Look around.
Half the people in this place were shareholders in his company.
Every one of them sat at my husband's memorial,
and every one of them was thinking the same thing.
"Thank God he's gone."
Why would they think that?
Money.
As soon as rumors of the indictment started,
you should have seen them run for the exits.
I wasn't aware of any indictment.
It never came down. He died before it could.
Have anything to do with EcoField?
Do the math.
CEO of a corporation gets indicted for fraud, investors start losing money.
Lots of money.
If I didn't know for sure Burrows pulled that trigger,
I'd say it was any one of these people in this restaurant.
We're talking half a billion of dollars, Mr. Sisler.
People have killed for a lot less.
Not a good position you find yourself in, is it?
Whites don't want you, blacks don't want you.
You're just caught in the middle, aren't you?
A regular Tweener.
We're different, you and me, lot of ways.
But, you know, the funny thing is,
we're also a lot alike.
Couple of dogs with runny noses that nobody loves.
How's that knee, by the way?
What the hell you doin'?
No. No, no, no. Don't get me wrong. I'm just a friend.
Yeah, a fruity friend. I don't need none of that.
- Easy now. - No, no, no.
You think you gettin' up in this, you got another think comin',
you homo.
You got a foul mouth, you know that?
Yeah, I do, and you come near me again, I'm gonna kill you.
Well, then, you're just gonna have to, little man.
You got to sleep with one eye open, girlie.
- Bring it on, bitch. - Oh, I'm gonna.
I'm gonna bring it on in spades.
Maybe you ought to leave the kid alone.
And maybe you're in no position to be telling me my business, hmm?
That's what I thought.
I'm sure you can understand my reluctance to discuss past patients.
Absolutely.
Uh, my understanding is that under HIPAA, we're allowed to share information
as long as it furthers the care of the patient.
I'm not accustomed to making inquiries like this, but, I, uh...
I feel like I can get through to him.
I can help him.
I imagine he needs it in there.
What did you treat him for?
Well, Michael suffered from a couple of things.
One was a condition called low-latent inhibition.
I'm sorry. I'm not familiar with the term.
Well, people who suffer from low-latent inhibition
see everyday things just like you or I do.
Like this lamp, for instance.
But where we just process the image of a lamp,
they process everything.
The stem, the bulb, the bolts, even the washers inside.
Their brains are more open to incoming stimuli in the surrounding environment.
Other people's brains--
yours and mine--
shut out the same information.
We have to do it in order to keep our sanity.
If someone with a low IQ has low-latent inhibition,
it almost always results in mental illness.
But if someone has a high IQ,
it almost always results in creative genius.
Do you think Michael's a genius?
Well, I think
that word's been derogated in the media these days,
but in the classic sense of the word, yes, I do.
You said there was something else you treated him for.
He came to me with absolutely no sense of self-worth.
The loss of both parents very often does that to a child.
But with the low-latent inhibition,
something interesting happened to Michael.
He became very attuned to all the suffering around him.
He couldn't shut it out.
He became a rescuer,
one of those people who are more concerned with other people's welfare than their own.
I didn't know all this about him.
Then maybe you don't know Michael Scofield.
Yeah.
Oh, Tweener
I... I'm a-comin' I'm a-comin'
Oh, my Tweener Oh, Tweener, I'm a-comin' for you
I'm a-comin', comin' for you
Is you ready?
Are you ready?
However you want to say, I don't care
I'm comin' for you
I'm comin', comin', I'm comin' I'm comin' for you.
Checking my voicemail at work.
Lincoln's son LJ just left me a message.
He's in trouble.
Hello?
LJ, it's Veronica. Where are you?
Oh, Veronica, I don't know. You got to come get me.
We can't, okay? We're not in Chicago. You have to come to us.
All right. Where's that?
Oh. Oh.
How the hell do they know where I am?
What's going on?
How the hell do they know where I am?
LJ...
LJ, I want you to listen to me.
You don't understand. Everywhere I go, they're there.
I want you to listen to me, okay?
I need you to come to us. We're in Lake Mercer.
Where's that?
It's a small town. It's on the Iowa border. There's a bus station.
Buy a ticket, and we'll meet you there.
They're still alive.
Looks like a bird in the hand just became three.
Let's go.
- But the kid's right... - Let's go.
They're leaving. They're leaving.
LJ, I need to know that you hear me, okay? Lake Mercer.
Lake Mercer, okay.
All right, bye.
What the hell are you doing?
Delivering yesterday's news.
Your bus leaves from depot six in just a few minutes.
Thanks.
I, uh... Uh, just wanted you to know
that if you're looking for someone to talk to in here, you're not alone.
It's part of my job to counsel inmates and help them with their problems.
I think I have things pretty well figured out.
I sort of backed into some information about you.
I hope you don't mind.
But you have to understand that there's a reason I became a doctor.
It's in my nature to want to help.
From what I understand, it's in your nature, too.
You did a lot of good things before you were in here--
a lot of community work, a lot of charity work.
What happened?
The man you're talking about died the moment I stepped inside these walls.
All right.
Ladies and gentlemen, United States Secret Service.
Please remain calm.
Remain where you are.
Hey.
Come here.
It's okay.
They're leaving.
Dump the phone, they're tracking you. We're in New Glarus.
You're safe now, all right?
Received communication from your attorney.
Please sign this document,
certifying that I inspected the communication for contraband,
without at any time breaching attorney-client privilege
by reading the materials enclosed herein.
It's LJ, I'm with Veronica. I'm okay. I love you.
What are you grinning about?
Just the fact that I'm gonna be out on the real world here in a little bit.
The fact that I'm gonna get me one final piece of tail certainly don't hurt either.
Nothing like tail, eh, Scofield?
Son of a bitch!
It ends right now.
Oh, you just screwed some major league pooch, Pretty.
I'm gonna sing like a whole tree full of birds now.
Badge!
You want to sing, then sing.
But you know what I think?
You don't have the guts.
You want out of here just as much as the rest of us.
We got a problem here?
No.
I, uh...
I thought we was, uh, missing some tools here. My bad.
Get back to work.
Now...
You and I may be stuck together in this little dance, but I call the shots.
First shot: that kid out there?
You don't touch him ever.
Do we understand each other?
We do.
Out of the way, Julio.
Abruzzi.
You and me, we got to have a conversation.
How come he didn't fall through?
What?
I warned you.
I'll get it together. You got to give me more time.
You've had your time, John.
You tripping on something, Alice?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
Lamp it up in here again, I'm fittin' to wreck some shop.
Uh-oh. We got a problem.
Bellick.
Boss? Boss.
What's happening? What they doing?
Fixing the break room.
What are you talking about?
That's P.I.
I run it.
Not anymore you don't.
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