The first 200 lines.
(gulls cawing)
You ready?
Didn't think I'd be this nervous.
Now or never.
All right, Papi, let's do this.
He's over there.
You must be Michael.
Your friend Fernando tells me
you could use my services today.
Very much so.
And I assume that's the other half of your team?
You look beautiful.
Thank you.
It's my understanding you'd like to keep this simple?
SARA: We've never actually
managed to keep anything simple.
(Sara and Michael laugh)
You can try.
Well, let's begin then, shall we?
Family and friends,
we gather here to celebrate the union
between Michael Scofield and Sara Tancredi.
(Latin music playing)
(singing in Spanish)
(siren wailing)
Sorry to break up the party.
LINCOLN: What the hell's going on?
We have an arrest warrant.
-LINCOLN: What?! -MICHAEL: Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait. Talk to Agent Paul Kellerman in DC.
We settled this with the Feds. Sir, back up.
We settled this with the Feds weeks ago!
-Sir, back up! -We were exonerated.
-Sir! Back up! -We were exonerated!
MARLIN: We're not here for you.
We're here for her.
She didn't do anything.
She wasn't involved!
MARLIN: Don't make this escalate.
Sara Tancredi, you're under arrest
for the murder of Christina Hampton.
LINCOLN: What? She didn't kill anyone.
Funny, surveillance camera footage says different.
Michael...
OFFICER: Please, right this way.
-Second car, please. -Michael?
-Michael? -Second car.
MAN: What's going on? OFFICER: Back up, please.
(theme music plays)
They're not gonna let me see her.
Why did Kellerman send you if you can't do anything?
They're trying to break both of you.
Look, she has a constitutional right
to reasonable visitation.
I'll draw up an Order to Show Cause
and get it before a judge immediately.
While you're at it, can you argue self-defense?
How?
Anything that might help her is out of frame.
The security camera only shows Sara stepping up
and firing at the victim.
Pull the trigger, Michael.
Drop the gun! (gun clicking)
Misfire.
(gunshot) (groans)
She worked for the Company.
To you.
To a jury, she's Christina Hampton,
technology consultant.
And because she was so good at hiding her true identity,
we can't prove otherwise.
Look, you were all exonerated.
It did not sit well with law enforcement.
If they can make Sara pay for it, they will.
How much time is she looking at?
25 to life.
(indistinct chattering)
(bell ringing)
You-- over here.
You-- here.
You-- here.
This one's yours.
Aren't I supposed to be in a different facility?
I don't think so.
I haven't been convicted of anything yet.
I'm supposed to be in a jail. This is a prison.
Overcrowding and budget cuts, Fish.
This is the jail.
That's the prison.
S'up, homie!
You need some help?
(indistinct chatter)
DADDY: You got everything you need over there?
Why don't you go help her make her bed?
Don't let 'em spook ya.
They just like to intimidate.
They're good at it.
Look, this jail-prison hybrid thing's B.S.
Come on. The other wing's practically empty.
You can ride it out till your court date there.
Thank you.
Yeah, this should be a little bit more comfortable for you.
Okay.
What's going on?
You know, at first,
I couldn't place your name.
Tancredi.
It sounded so familiar.
But then Hucks here figured it out.
I remembered your pretty face from the papers.
TRACY: You're not going anywhere, Fish.
This is gonna happen.
Half a dozen guards
lost their jobs and pensions at Fox River,
another dozen were put on probation
after you decided to leave a door open for your boyfriend
and his seven convict pals.
And we ain't gonna let anything like that happen again.
(Tracy grunts)
WOMAN: Get her.
Don't worry.
We won't hit the baby basket.
(grunting)
(guards clamoring)
That's right.
(indistinct chatter)
Look like that Welcome Wagon ran over your face.
Looks that way, huh?
(women laughing)
DADDY: All right, well,
if you need something, you just ask for me.
Everybody calls me Daddy.
(indistinct chatter)
Special delivery.
You know, all we need is a little cash
to spread around the place.
I told you,
the government's frozen my assets.
You telling me you can't get your hands on any cash?
I mean, that's-that's the least you can do,
considering you was gonna kill me not too long ago.
Good-bye, Theodore.
You ain't ever been incarcerated before,
and I ain't ever been incarcerated here before,
and let's just say,
this handicapped con ain't got the juice he had
back in Fox River.
(sighs)
Your pathetic existence here could be ameliorated,
as can my life,
all with a little Roberto dinero.
One of our friends has been apprehended by the authorities.
KRANTZ: Looks like we've got a new neighbor.
KRANTZ: I'm never gonna get out of this prison alive.
I know that.
I want to bring my enemy down with me.
I want her dead.
Either way, it's gonna require capital.
Capital you no longer have.
My rainy day fund-- you know where it is.
Jonathan, I'd assume that that would be used for your defense.
It's good money after bad, Joe.
They're not gonna let me out of here,
no matter how many shysters I hire.
Get that to our friend
in the sister cells across the compound.
(buzzer sounds)
(door opens)
WOMAN: No, I don't.
WOMAN 2: Whatever.
(indistinct PA announcement)
(indistinct chatter)
Excuse me.
GRETCHEN: Bad move.
Last time someone touched her, they got a cracked kneecap.
You're much braver than I gave you credit for.
Either that or you're amazingly naive.
Do I look like I want to talk to you?
I'm just saying, a woman in your position
might opt for some protection.
Join a prison gang? I don't think so.
Not a gang, no.
A family.
They don't call her "Daddy" for nothing.
GRETCHEN: That's her wife.
And those are her kids.
(retches)
Are you okay?
Stay the hell away from me.
Um, I need to go to the infirmary.
Can't go to Infirmary without a release form.
I'm having muscle contractions in my throat
and my jaw is tightening up. It's, it-it's...
It's strychnine ingestion. It's rat poison.
Nah, that's that government cheese.
You'll get used to it.
If I don't get to the hospital in the next 15 minutes,
I will die and my baby will die.
Please?
DADDY: Boss.
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