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(gunshots) (woman screams)
NARRATOR: Previously on Prison Break...
I find it incumbent that you see
the inside of a prison cell, Mr. Scofield.
SUCRE: Why you want to see Burrows so bad anyhow?
Because he's my brother.
So you get yourself tossed into Fox River with him?
To what? Save him?
Whoever it was that set me up wants me in the ground
as quickly as possible.
Look, the closer it gets, the more I'm worried
that the bottom is gonna fall out of this whole thing.
That's the son of a bitch that fingered Abruzzi.
MAGGIO: Someone found Fibonacci.
Who was this someone?
MAN: Why did you hire him?
Keep your friends close, your enemies closer.
They come at me, John, I'm coming after you.
I doubt it.
(grunts) (grunts)
I'm getting you out of here. It's impossible.
Not if you designed the place, it isn't.
You've seen the blueprints. Better than that.
I've got them on me.
You're anticipating every one of my moves
three moves in advance.
You're a hell of a strategist, Fish.
You ever think about Boston?
Sure. Think you'll ever see it again?
I'm a 60-year-old man with 60 years left on my ticket.
What do you think?
I'm thinking about going.
Now, there's going and there's going.
Which one do you mean?
The one you think I mean.
(chuckles)
Three days inside
and he's already thinking about turning rabbit.
It'll pass. It always does.
Bigger things to worry about at the moment.
I've been in here long enough to know it when I see it.
The calm before the storm.
Whites and blacks will go in
at each other real soon here.
Everybody chooses sides and a lot of guys bleed.
There a reason?
Same reason you don't put
cats and dogs in the same cage.
They don't get along.
(Sucre humming)
(singing in Spanish)
(toilet rattles)
Hmm.
MICHAEL: What?
Toilet won't flush.
(alarm blaring) So?
Means only one thing, Fish.
OFFICER: Shakedown!
(inmates clamoring)
The dirt shuts down the water
so you can't flush your contraband.
But you got nothing to worry about.
Says who?
(barking)
Under the table, cono.
What the hell is this?
It's insurance, white boy. Now dump it.
Open it.
So, tooling up for the race riot, are we?
Hand it over.
Rughead and the billies.
Which side are you on, anyhow, Fish?
That would be neither, boss.
Maybe you're gonna go extracurricular with it, then.
Stick a CO, maybe.
Is there a problem here, Deputy? Got a shank in here.
Is this yours?
POPE: You're not a good liar.
Come on, Sucre. You're going to the SHU.
Move along, Deputy.
I'm not done shaking his cell down yet.
I said, move along.
In the old man's back pocket, are you?
Well, I got news for you, Fish.
He may run this place during the day,
but I run it during the night.
(theme music playing)
LINCOLN: What the hell are you thinking, Michael?
How are we doing it?
The infirmary.
LINCOLN: Infirmary?
It's the weakest link in the security chain.
As long as I get that PUGNAc,
I'll get all the access I need.
What the hell's a PUGNAc?
It lowers my insulin levels
to the point that I'm hyperglycemic.
As long as the good doctor thinks I'm a diabetic,
I'll have plenty of time in there
to do what I need to do. Which is?
A little work. A little prep for your arrival.
That's the idea, anyway.
The idea?
There's a little hitch in getting the PUGNAc,
that's all.
They don't exactly stock it at the commissary.
You telling me this whole thing is riding on a bunch of pills?
Someone's working on it as we speak.
Now is not the time to be trusting a black inmate, Michael.
Our relationship transcends race.
Nothing transcends race in here.
I can't let you do it.
Good behavior, you're out of here in three years.
Gonna be a whole lot sooner than that.
It can't be done...
It can't be done, Michael.
No one's ever broken out of Fox River.
Every single step's already been mapped out,
every contingency.
Every contingency?
You may have the blueprints for this place,
but there's one thing those plans can't show you.
People. Guys like Abruzzi.
You so much as look at these cats the wrong way,
they'll cut you up.
MICHAEL: As far as the rest of these guys are concerned,
I'm just another con doing his time,
staying out of trouble.
You don't go looking for trouble in here,
it just finds you.
And when it does, we'll be long gone.
(sighs) This is madness.
You can't even get out of your cell.
Not true.
What, you got a key?
MICHAEL: Something like that.
(hip-hop music playing)
INMATE: Wrong piece of real estate, Fish.
Belongs to T-Bag.
MICHAEL: Who?
You'd best speak with respect, Fish.
Man kidnapped half a dozen boys and girls
down in 'Bama.
Raped and killed them.
Wasn't always in that order either.
Does T-Bag have a real name?
That is my real name.
No, no, no, please. Sit.
So you're the new one I've been hearing
all the rave reviews about.
Scofield.
One thing's for sure, you're just as pretty as advertised.
Prettier, even. (chuckles)
T-BAG: Rugheads got you scared, do they?
Sorry?
I assume that's why you're over here.
A few days on the inside,
any God-fearing white man realizes
the correctional system's got a serious lean
toward the African-American persuasion.
I hadn't noticed.
T-BAG: They got the numbers, all right,
so they think they can do as they please.
We got one thing they don't. Surprise.
We're gonna take the ballgame to them real soon.
It's gonna be nasty for a first-timer like you,
but we'll protect you.
I'll protect you. All you gotta do is...
take this pocket right here,
and your life'll be all peaches and cream.
I walk, you walk with me.
I'm gonna keep you real close so no one up in here can hurt you.
Looks to me you already got a girlfriend.
I got a whole another pocket over here.
I'll pass.
I don't protect you,
them rugheads are gonna gobble you up
like a plate of black-eyed peas.
I said no.
Then you best move, then.
Now.
You come around these bleachers again,
it's gonna be more than just words
we're exchanging.
Know what I'm saying?
VERONICA: Excuse me.
Are you the Tim Giles that represented Lincoln Burrows?
Look, if you're a reporter, I--
I'm not a reporter. I know the defendant personally.
Hmm.
You family?
Not exactly.
We were in a relationship a few years back.
Well, look, ma'am, I, uh...
I-I don't know what to tell you. I mean, the man was guilty.
The-the prosecution's case was a-a slam dunk.
Because the victim was the Vice President's brother?
If you're suggesting that the federal government rammed this thing through,
I take offense to that, 'cause I fought for that guy.
That's not what I meant.
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