200 dòng đầu tiên.
SCOFIELD: Previously on Prison Break:
SUCRE: What are you doing?
I'm trying to remember those blueprints, what we lost to the burn.
Without them, we'll never be able
to navigate those pipes beneath psych ward.
Then I need to know where you got that burn. Right now.
Otherwise, your ass is going to solitary.
I put my blood into this...
How about you elaborate on that?
How about you stop with all the questions?
You are a glorified bodyguard, that's it.
Okay, I got it.
KELLERMAN: Put it down. You're not a killer.
Get out of the way.
You know, maybe they give you those things for a reason.
Yeah. To keep me in their invisible freaking handcuffs.
Hello, roomie.
You were right about my tattoo. It is a path...
And I need you to remember when you saw it, Haywire.
Who are you?
Scofield. Michael Scofield.
Doesn't ring a bell.
We met a while ago in Gen pop. Cell 40.
-Gen pop? -General population.
Officer Bellick assigned you to my cell.
I have a tattoo, you drew it.
Haywire, do I look even vaguely familiar to you?
Are you the guy who stole my toothpaste?
Yes, yes. I stole your toothpaste.
So you do remember.
NURSE: Candy man.
Mr. Patoshik.
Mr. Scofield.
No, thank you.
Medication is mandatory.
It's just a mild sedative prescribed by Dr. Tancredi. Come on.
Then I'll talk to her directly. I'm feeling better.
Oh, really? That's great. Now take the pill.
Take them. They're good.
I'm fine. Thank you.
Carter, could you come here a sec?
Scofield went J-Cat?
Sure did. I saw it coming, too.
I knew he was gonna crack first time I saw him.
-So he's not coming back here? -Doubt it.
They had him in the whack shack.
What about Sucre?
He's in ad seg. Why?
Middle cell, middle tier, prime piece of real estate.
-You thinking what I'm thinking? -Maybe.
We promise to keep it a single
for a couple of months, auction it off.
Make it happen.
I don't need medication.
Swallow it, or it's going in the rear door.
(prisoners chattering)
All gone?
Nice.
You were right, Haywire.
I did steal your toothpaste,
and you drew that tattoo from memory,
and I need you to do it again.
Middle cell, cool in the summer, warm in the winter.
-How much you asking? -How much you got?
(prisoners chattering)
$200. We got a deal?
Deal. Now get your ass out of here and I'll put in the transfer.
Hey, man, the toilet's leaking.
Look, it's dripping.
I'll put in a work order. It'll be replaced in 24 hours.
You got it, boss.
I heard you was moving some real estate.
Already been moved.
Ain't that Scofield's cell?
Not anymore.
Close on 40!
(door buzzing)
(theme music playing)
C-NOTE: Is that your daughter?
(door buzzing)
My wife gave me this when she was born.
(prisoners chattering)
Outliving your wife is bad enough.
Outliving your daughter...
No man should have to endure that.
How long does she have?
Hospital says a week, maybe two.
We got us a problem.
Mojo's moving into Scofield's cell,
and that ain't all.
He's bitching about the toilet,
so Geary's putting in a work order.
-They move that toilet... -They find the hole.
We are all screwed.
-How much Mojo promise? -$200.
Oh, Gomer, now you see, you had me scared there for a second.
I hear you got a cell.
Not anymore.
And if you were smart, you'd keep quiet about that.
Hey, look, I'll double what you're getting.
I'm getting $250.
$500? Ain't a problem.
I ain't talking cigarettes and extra chow line desserts here.
I'm talking green paper with dead white guys on it.
I said it ain't a problem.
(prisoners chattering)
Come on.
Where?
It's a surprise.
I don't wear a diaper.
I never said you did.
Then what are you doing?
You got something in your teeth.
-What? -Oh, yeah. Right there.
-I don't... -It's right there in the back.
Come on.
(retching)
Why are you doing this?
I am helping you.
Remember what you used to call those little pills?
"Invisible handcuffs."
Handcuffs on your mind.
You hate them, remember?
-You got a phone call. -Who is it?
Your son. It's an emergency.
Oh, LJ, what were you thinking, kid?
LJ: I don't care what happens to me anymore, okay?
They won. They'll always win.
I just wanted to take one of them down with me.
Put Veronica back on.
Lincoln?
What are the charges?
Attempted murder.
He's also being arraigned for the murder of his mother and his stepfather.
LINCOLN: I guess bail is out of the question?
Exactly.
Anything you can do?
Right now, his only shot is if we can get him tried as a minor.
But he needs to show some remorse.
I need to sell to the court that he was just a scared kid.
But where his head's at right now, he won't listen to me.
He'll listen to me. I need to see him.
Lincoln, there's no way.
He gets tried as an adult, he may as well sit in my lap in the chair.
You got to do something, Veronica.
Okay.
Look, I'll petition the DOC, but it's a million-to-one shot
they're gonna let you out to see him.
All right.
(prisoners chattering)
Yo, Trumpets.
You all gotta round up all outstanding debts
that are due ASAP, all right?
Do it right now?
Like yesterday, all right?
-I'll put it out there. -Good.
(music playing on radio)
Are you insane?
You are done, bodyguard.
Lincoln's son, a 16-year-old pothead,
managed to track you down and shoot you.
You are now a witness in his criminal investigation.
I can still do my job.
You are not to make a move on Burrows under any circumstance.
We make that call.
You know what, Trixie?
There are actually higher agendas here.
Yes, there are, and they don't belong to you.
Paul Kellerman no longer works for the Secret Service.
You're just good old Owen Kravecki from now on.
Have I made myself clear?
Hey.
(man chattering on tv)
I need you to focus. I need you to remember what you drew.
(prisoners chattering)
ORDERLY: Haywire. Time for group. Come on, buddy. Let's go.
There we go.
HAYWIRE: It's a path.
Yes. It is a path.
Let's go.
(prisoners chattering)
(man chattering on P.A.)
So, what's up, man?
Here's the thing. You got nothing coming.
All your outstanding markers, they're mine now.
Is that so?
You got a problem with it, go cry to your new crew,
T-Bag and the white boys.
Oh. Okay, so that's what this is all about.
This is about staying true to your own.
Well, you know what, man?
I can have tea with the grand wizard of the KKK if I want,
and I still get my money.
You got that, little boy?
No. We don't got that.
Now, out of respect for what you once were,
I'm gonna let you walk away.
(all shouting)
(prisoners chattering)
(haywire retching)
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