200 dòng đầu tiên.
NARRATOR: Previously on Prison Break...
SCOFIELD: Think of this place like a map of the US.
Our cell over there, that's New York City.
Infirmary, our exit, that's California.
The pipes beneath our feet that connect the two...
-Route 66. -Our ticket out of here.
SCOFIELD: Route 66 runs directly beneath that building.
It's the only building sitting on top of those tunnels.
All we gotta do is get in there on PI
and dig ourselves an on-ramp.
-Which one? -Right there.
This goes down four feet.
It connects to the main line below.
All we've gotta do is widen it,
and we've got ourselves an on-ramp to Route 66.
I'm gonna find out, you know, what it is you're doing up there.
You told me that you had been up in the crawlspace for PI,
and PI 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.
These people we're dealing with won't stop until we're dead.
We can't hide forever.
WOMAN: How about that kid?
The one they say killed his parents.
-KELLERMAN: Oh, they got him. -WOMAN: They did?
KELLERMAN: He's in custody.
I know what you look like, you son of a bitch!
Philly Falzone.
Word is there's someone in here that knows where Fibonacci is,
and you're not doing anything about it.
(thudding)
(water dripping)
CHERRY: Help me.
Please.
(T-Bag clears throat)
You'll have to forgive my boy.
He has the 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 gotta help me.
LINCOLN: You gotta 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.
(indistinct chatter over PA)
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, so quit slow-walking me.
I'm not gonna warn you again.
What are you looking at?
The bulls find this stuff, they'll know we're digging.
That's why we gotta get rid of it.
(grunting)
One piece at a time.
CO (over PA): Attention in the yard.
All prisoners remain 40 feet away from Gate A.
New prisoners arriving in five minutes.
I repeat. Attention in the yard.
All prisoners stay 40 feet away from Gate A.
New prisoners arriving in five minutes.
Attention in the yard.
All prisoners maintain a 40-foot perimeter around Gate A.
-New prisoners arriving. -Freshmen.
Best put on a jail face, BG.
These crabs see you puckering,
they gonna bitchify you in a heartbeat.
Mm-hmm.
(indistinct chatter)
MAN: Gentlemen, time's up.
(indistinct chatter)
(indistinct chatter)
Looks like I gotta find something else to call you now.
Why's that?
'Cause you ain't a fish no more.
You ain't the newest con in the tank...
INMATE 1: Oh, man!
INMATE 2: Yo, yo, get the... Somebody get this dude, man.
INMATE 2: I ain't touching him.
(theme music playing)
I could have done something.
LINCOLN: No.
T-Bag had his hooks in that kid.
There was nothing you could have done.
I could have told the Pope.
He could have transferred the kid to Ad Seg.
He would've been safe.
Go easy, Michael. You didn't even know him.
And that makes it okay?
I turned my back on him
because I didn't wanna 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've 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 gotta do to get us out of here. Please.
(siren wailing)
(birds chirping)
NICK: What are you doing?
I was just looking for some coffee.
Oh, there isn't any.
They belonged to my father, if you were wondering.
How long have 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 eye 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 cross hairs 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-you know something?
I got enough of my own crap to deal with.
You wanna go, you go.
(indistinct chatter)
Mind if I lamp with you, Cuzzo?
Roll, snowflake.
Hey, man, I'm just...
I'm just-just new, you know.
I'm looking for some homies.
I said, roll.
What? Uh, I'm just launching.
Yeah? Well, launch somewhere else, white boy.
All right, y'all.
I'm fitting 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.
Uh...
It's gotta be some kind of a mistake,
like an accounting error.
I can tell.
Yeah. Tell Falzone I don't stand for accounting errors.
I'm going back into my office at the end of the day.
Gonna check my balance again.
If it's not up to where it's supposed to be,
all these privileges you've got, like running PI,
they're gone.
Get it done, John.
-WOMAN (on phone): Falzone Enterprises. -Get Philly.
I'm sorry, Mr. Falzone is not available.
You tell him it's John Abruzzi calling.
I'm sorry. I, uh, didn't realize.
But now you do.
Just a minute.
I'm sorry, he's gonna have to call you back.
What? Hey--
(dial tone)
(hanging up phone)
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.
No comments yet. Be the first to leave one.