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ACT 1.

[Title Card: Mexico City, Mexico. Benito Juarez International Airport.]

[INT. Airport. Day.]

(A baggage handler checks a boarding pass against the tag on T-Bag's backpack. She confirms the names, hands it to another man who walks with it through the busy airport. He stops where T-Bag is waiting.)

Baggage Handler: Very heavy. What have you got in there?

T-Bag: About seventy-five pounds of none of your business, Pedro. (He hands him a 20 dollar bill.) For your troubles.

Baggage Handler: Gracias.

(T-Bag looks across the airport and clocks Bellick and Sucre. They notice him too. T-Bag takes off running. Bellick and Sucre race after him.)

[EXT. Airport. Day.]

(T-Bag jumps into a taxi with his backpack.)

T-Bag: Go, go, go!

(Sucre runs after the taxi and gets an arm inside the window on the backpack.)

Sucre: T-Bag, T-Bag. T-Bag, please, I need that money!

T-Bag: Andale, you son of a bitch!

Sucre: Please, please! I'm begging you, please!

(He manages to rip the tag off the rucksack, but the taxi is going too fast for Sucre to keep up.)

Sucre: Please. No.

(T-Bag swats Sucre's arm away and the taxi races on. T-Bag looks back, relieved.)

[Title Card: Chicago, Illinois. Tunstall Ship Yard.]

[EXT. Ship Yard. Day.]

Michael: What time does the ship leave?

Lincoln: Ten minutes.

Michael: I can't believe we're running again.

Lincoln: It's different now, man.

Michael: You think so?

Lincoln: Yeah. We brought the bitch down.

Michael: She stepped down, Linc.

Lincoln: Because of us.

Michael: And yet you're still wanted for murder.

Lincoln: When you came to Fox River, remember what you said? You said, "I'm gonna break you out of here". I'm alive. You did that. You wanna look for the good, you look there. Come on, let's just finish what you started.

(Lincoln heads onto the ship. Michael, still concerned, follows.)

[INT. Sara's Car. Day.]

(Sara heads towards the dock to meet Michael.)

Reporter (on radio): Continuing with our top story, Caroline Reynolds made the announcement just a short while ago that she is stepping down as President of the United States. We'll be bringing you more information...

(Her cell phone rings. She answers it.)

Sara: Hello?

CUT TO: Michael: Hey. Are you all right?

CUT TO: Sara: Yeah, I'm fine. I just heard about the president. What does it mean?

Michael: It means it's time to go.

Sara: Okay. When?

Michael: Ten minutes. How far away are you?

Sara: Five.

Michael: Listen, Sara. Linc and I are on the ship. This is it. There's no turning back now, so, uh...I know it's not what you wanted from your life, but...in case you were interested, there is room for one more.

Sara: Michael Scofield, you asking me to sail off into the sunset with you?

Michael: Well, it's more of a freighter, but uh...yes.

Sara: I'll be there.

Michael: I'll see you soon.

(He hangs up. Sara continues driving. Camera pans out past Sara's car to show Agent Lang is following her.)

[INT. Agent Lang's Car. Day.]

Lang (on phone): She's heading west on Leadwell.

CUT TO: Mahone, getting into his car.

Mahone (on phone): All right. Stay on her, I'll be right there.

[EXT. Airport. Day.]

Bellick (waving the tag from the rucksack): What the hell's this?

Sucre: I tried, boss. You saw how he just took off.

Bellick: The only thing I'm seeing is an escaped con who's begging to be taken norte. (He shows the gun in his jacket.)

Sucre: Okay. Okay, look. Maybe we can call the cab company and find out where T-Bag was dropped off.

Bellick: Yeah, now you're talking. I saw some phones...

(Sucre moves quickly and grabs Bellick's gun from its holster. He points it at Bellick.)

Sucre: What's it gonna take for you to forget you ever found us?

Bellick: There ain't enough pesos in TJ.

Sucre: Are you sure about that?

Bellick: Go ahead. Shoot. But it might not be the best idea, seeing as how I'm the only one who knows where your Chiquita’s tied up.

Sucre (angry): Where is Maricruz?

Bellick: If I tell you, I'm as good as dead. Of course, if you shoot, so is she.

Sucre: You're bluffing.

Bellick: Am I? (He takes Maricruz's gold crucifix from his pocket.) Let me tell you in words you might be more familiar with. She's in the hole. Enough food and water to last about three weeks. Any longer than that, your sweet little plum's gonna dry up like a raisin.

Sucre: If anything happens to her, so help me...

Bellick: Help you? The way I see it, it's you who's gotta help me. 'Cause you ain't getting your hands on that girl till I get my hands on that money. Guess that makes us partners.

[INT. Ship Deck. Day.]

Man (over loudspeaker): Clear the dock of any obstructions...

Lincoln: Here we go.

Michael: She's not here.

[INT. Sara's Car. Day.]

(Sara checks her driving mirror and notices Lang's car. She turns a corner and the sedan follows. She continues on to the docks, when another sedan pulls up alongside her. Sara knows she is caught, and stops near a building marked "Windy City Donuts". Her cell phone rings.)

Sara: Yeah?

CUT TO: Michael: Sara, what's the matter? The ship is leaving.

(Sara eyes the sedans surrounding her, then looks to the dock signs ahead. She's close - but she can't give away Michael's location.)

Sara: Michael...

Michael: What's wrong? (Sara hesitates.) Sara?

Sara: I'm already onboard. I'm sorry, I must've just missed you. Where are you?

Michael: We're on deck.

Sara: Great. I'm on my way up. Love you.

(She hangs up.)

CUT TO: Michael on the ship.

Lincoln: We good?

Michael: Yeah.

[EXT. Docks. Day.]

(Sara gets out of the car with her hands up. Lang and some other agents get out of their respective cars.)

Lang: You have the right to remain silent.

(Mahone pulls up in his car.)

Mahone: Son of a bitch.

(He gets out of his car. Lang is handcuffing Sara.)

Lang: You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you.

Mahone: Where is he?

Sara: I don't know.

Mahone: No more games, Sara. You were on your way to see him.

Sara: No, I wasn't.

Mahone: You were just compelled to flee the custody of a federal agent?

[INT. Ship. Day.]

(Michael hurries around the ship looking for Sara as the ship leaves the dock.)

Man (over loudspeaker): All lines astern are loose. Prepare for cast off.

Michael: I couldn't find her.

(Lincoln is staring at the docks. It's filled with police cars, sirens wailing.)

Michael: Sara. We gotta go back!

Lincoln: Michael, you can't. There's nothing you can do.

Michael: There's always something we can do.

Lincoln: Not this time. Not this time. It's done. I'm sorry.

[EXT. Docks. Day.]

Mahone: Scofield or prison?

Sara: I just wanted a donut, sir.

(Mahone looks over at the donut store.)

Mahone (infuriated): Get her a donut. Can we get her a donut? Get her a donut. Get her a dozen donuts! Lock her up!

[INT. Ship. Day.]

(Michael and Lincoln stand on deck. Michael hangs his head over the side of the boat, devastated.)

OPENING CREDITS.

[Title Card: One Week Later...]

[INT. Mahone's Office. Day.]

(Mahone sits on the floor of his basement office. On the wall in front of him is a mad collage of everything about Michael Scofield and the Fox River 8 - photos, drawings, news clippings. Mahone's eyes move across it.)

Mahone (muttering): May, May, May, New Mexico. (He mutters and whispers unintelligibly.) Don't, don't, don't...

(The notes end on June 6th. The rest of the calendar is blank.)

Mahone: Where the hell did you go, Michael?

[INT. Prison Corridor. Day.]

Sullins: So, where the hell is Mahone?

Agent Wheeler: I don't know, sir. He's been MIA for the last week or so.

Sullins: You think he knows I've been barking up on of his trees?

(They enter a holding room where C-Note is sitting.)

[INT. Prison Holding Room. Day.]

Wheeler: Mr. Franklin, good afternoon. This is Richard Sullins, director of Internal Affairs at the FBI.

Sullins: Which means whenever one of our people does something wrong, it's my job to make it right.

C-Note: How right are we talking about?

Sullins: Well, let's be clear. You are a convicted felon. You broke out of a state penitentiary. There's only so much I can do.

C-Note: Well, there's only so much I can say. Now, I'm sorry if I seem a little bit skeptical, but the last time a federal agent came up in here offering me a deal...there was a string attached. That I was supposed to put around my neck.

Sullins: I've been authorized to, uh, offer you a reduced sentence in exchange for your testimony against Agent Mahone. Instead of 18 years, you'd be looking at 18 months.

C-Note: Eighteen months? Hey, you know what, that man tried to kill me. So as soon as he finds out that I'm singing, I probably won't even last 18 days.

Wheeler: Mr. Franklin...

C-Note: He threatened my family. Now, I need to be out there, protecting them. So until you can offer me something like that, I'm not testifying to a damn thing. (He stands up.) Guard!

Sullins: Free man. You and your family. Witness protection. Fresh start.

C-Note: Clean record?

Sullins: Spick and span.

C-Note: You put that in writing and you got yourself a witness.

[INT. Mahone's Basement Office. Day.]

(Mahone mutters to himself, looking at pictures of Michael's tattoos. Footsteps approach and Agent Lang enters.)

Lang: Sir? I knocked, but, uh...you okay?

(Mahone holds up a picture of the 'English, Fitz and Percy' tattoo.)

Mahone: What does that look like to you? There, right there. (He points to a highlighted triangular symbol in the drawing)

Lang: Uh, it's a triangle.

Mahone: Yeah, I thought so too. (He pins it back up and picks up another picture, the barcode tattoo.) How about this? Right there.

Lang: It's the mathematical symbol for Pi.

Mahone: Three-point-one-four. I'm thinking date, area code.

Lang: Three-one-four, that's Missouri. So you think Scofield's there?

Mahone: I doubt it. How's your Greek alphabet, Agent Lang?

Lang: I don't know, I guess it's...

Mahone: What I told you that triangle was a delta? And that this...this here was not the symbol pi, but the letter.

Lang: I didn't see any of those in the photos of the tattoos.

Mahone: They weren't in the tattoos. We pulled these from his original sketches. They're off the hard drive. Scofield numbered all of the steps of his escape. That's how he kept everything in order. But it looks like that he didn't use numbers, that he used letters, like, um, (laughs) ...

(He holds up the Allen Schweitzer tattoo)

Mahone: The sketch of this tattoo. Allen Schweitzer. Marked with an alpha, first letter of the Greek alphabet. First step in his plan. Epsilon, fifth letter of the Greek alphabet. Fifth step in his plan. Here's theta, kappa. (He holds up the 'bolshoi booze' tattoo.) How about that? Tau. Be at the border, right? Getting closer to the end. Are you with me?

Lang: So you think...

Mahone: His omega.

Lang: The last letter of the Greek alphabet.

Mahone: Is the last step of his plan.

(Mahone pins up the final tattoo - Jesus in a rose. It has 617 on the stem.)

Mahone: What is that? Christ in a flower?

Lang: Rose.

Mahone: And these numbers, 617.

Lang: Could be biblical. Chapter 6, verse 17.

Mahone: 6-1-7. 617. June 17th. Oh, what's today?

Lang: Fifteenth.

Mahone: So whatever his last step is...

Lang: It's gonna happen in two days.

[Title Card: Mexico City, Mexico. Mexican Tourism Bureau.]

[INT. Tourism Bureau. Day.]

(Sucre and Bellick wait anxiously at the desk.)

Clerk (in Spanish): No. There is no Mr. Stammel in our system. You should check with the buses and the car rental.

Bellick: What's he saying?

Sucre: Nothing. Same as the rest.

Bellick: Maybe he don't comprende. What's Spanish for INS?

Sucre: Don't be stupid. We're in Mexico. You're the illegal one here.

Bellick: Hey, it doesn't mean he ain't got family up north trying to clean their way to a green card. He knows what I'm talking about.

Sucre (to the clerk, in Spanish): I hate this gringo. But I need him. My girl's in trouble. My baby too. The individual we're looking for is the only person that can save my family. He's traveling under the name E. Stammel. Please, if you hear anything...call this number. I'll be forever grateful. (He clasps the man's hand.) Gracias.

[Title Card: Mexico City, Mexico. Hotel Cielo Lindo.]

[INT. Hotel Room. Day.]

(T-Bag sits in a bathrobe, merrily humming. A woman - Chi-Chi - hands him a cold drink - her appearance is similar to Susan Hollander.)

T-Bag: Oh, you are too good to me, Suzy Q. Mm. Just how I like it. How did I get so lucky?

Chi Chi: Oh, no, Teddy Bear. I'm the lucky one.

T-Bag: The day I met you was the day I was born.

Chi Chi: We're out of time.

T-Bag: No, Susan, we got our whole lives together.

Chi Chi: No, I mean the hour is up.

T-Bag: I'll take care of you plenty, okay? It's just, we're rolling here, so let's, you know, get back. How's the...what's cooking, good looking?

Chi Chi: I would really feel better if you paid me up-front.

T-Bag: I told you up-front that if you did this right, I would take care of you, so...

Chi Chi: You paid me for an hour. The hour's up. If you want me to stay, I need more money.

T-Bag: Great. Great, you ruined it. Thanks. You know, for a second, I was actually, like "this chick has a brain in her head". Then, if you did, you wouldn't be a street whore, right?

Chi Chi (taking off her black wig): You know, I don't know who this Suzy-Q bitch is, but no wonder she wants nothing to do with you.

(She makes to leave but T-Bag puts an arm out, stopping her.)

T-Bag: You didn't just call her a bitch, did you?

Chi Chi: Okay. I'm going to count to three. And if you don't put your arm down, I'm going to scream. One...two...

(T-Bag grips her by the throat, she gasps and chokes, struggling.)

[Title Card: Cristobal, Panama.]

(Camera pans along a beautiful coast line. Michael and Lincoln walk off the boat along the beach.)

Lincoln: We made it.

Michael: Not yet. First there's someone we need to see. (He looks down at his Christ/rose tattoo.)

[INT. FBI Command Center. Day.]

Mahone: Okay. Who's got what?

Lang: Christ as a rose. It's a pretty common theme that runs through the bible.

Techie: Martin Luther adopted it as his coat of arms.

Lang: And there's a belief that Christ rose from the dead. And since this is Scofield's final step, a new life, could be something there.

Mahone (points to an agent): You, keep track of this. On the board. On the board. (to Lang) Where's Wheeler?

Techie: Here we go. Harmonists. First settlers of New Harmony, Indiana. Used a golden rose as their symbol for Christ.

Mahone: That's a reach.

Agent 2: There's a flower called the Christmas rose.

Lang: Wasn't Christ Rose the German code name for, uh, the counterattack by the Nazis that led to the Battle of the Bulge? Where was that?

Techie: Ardennes Forest. On the Belgium-Germany border.

(Mahone watches the agent writing on the board.)

Lang: Not a bad place to hide, if they can find it. So you gonna look into that?

Techie: Yeah.

Lang: All right, what else?

Techie: Christ potentially rose from the dead on Easter. Easter Sunday?

Agent 2: Easter Seals?

(Mahone looks at what the agent has written on the board: Christ as a Rose, Christmas Rose, Christ Rose.)

Mahone: Who's got Scofield's file?

Lang: Um, here we go.

(Mahone flicks through it, looks at Father's Name (Aldo Burrows), then Mother's Name - Christina Rose Scofield.)

Mahone: Christ in a rose.

Lang: Yeah, what about it?

Mahone: Scofield's mother's name.

Lang: Ugh...

Mahone: Christina Rose Scofield.

Lang: Hmm, but I thought she was dead.

Mahone: Well, so did I. So did I.

ACT 2.

[INT. FBI Command Center. Day.]

Mahone: The very first thing that Scofield did when they broke out of Fox River is he picked up a bunch of supplies that he had stashed in a grave. I want you to find out where Scofield's mother's buried.

Agent 2: And what?

Mahone: And see if she's buried.

Agent 2: Yes, sir.

Mahone: What about Panama?

Lang: What about Panama?

Mahone: Well, we found his hard drive, it was full of information about Central America, Panama in particular.

Lang: Which he knows you have. Guy's got all kinds of hubris, but he's smart enough to stay out of a country where he knows you'll be waiting for him.

Mahone: Unless there's something there that he needs. Or someone. I want a map of Panama. And find out if Scofield's mom, Christina Rose, has any family in Central America. Any property, anything.

[INT. Bus. Day.]

(Michael stares ahead but Lincoln is alive and amazed by the scenery.)

Lincoln: Last time I was in a bus like this, I was heading to Fox River. Man, this country's amazing. It's beautiful. What's that smell, man?

Michael: Bananas. And sugar cane. It's Panama's biggest exports.

Lincoln: Come on, man. You've been talking about Panama and bumpy bus rides ever since we broke out. And now we're actually doing it...

Michael: She should've been here with us.

Lincoln: We got all the time in the world for that. Someplace down the track, you and Sara...

Michael: Can we just get there, please?

Lincoln: Sure.

[INT. Hotel Room. Day.]

(A maid is cleaning the room T-Bag was staying in. She finds the black wig on the floor. When she moves deeper into the bathroom, she screams in horror - Chi Chi is bloodied and dead in the bathtub.)

[INT. Elevator/Lobby. Day.]

(T-Bag casually makes his way down the elevator and into the lobby. The security guards spring to life - obviously alerted by the maid. As T-Bag moves towards the exit, he locks eyes with one of them - it's the guy manning the desk who spoke with Sucre. T-Bag makes a run for it, the guard shouts in Spanish for assistance.)

[INT. Mahone's Office. Day.]

Lang: So far no hits on any connection between Scofield's mother and Panama. But there are 38 listings of Christina Rose in various combinations of first name, middle name and last name.

Mahone: All right, cross-reference the names with the number 617 from the tattoo. Maybe it's not a date. See if it's an address, PO Box number.

Lang: Got it.

Mahone: If anybody pops, call the embassy. Have them send an officer to pick up the woman for questioning.

Lang: Um, I don't think we can just arrest a foreign citizen without...

Mahone: Patriot Act, Agent Lang. I could arrest your grandmother for missing a stitch in her macrame if I wanted to. If anybody's helping Scofield, dead or alive, I wanna know who they are.

[INT. General Store. Day.]

(Michael and Lincoln lurk at the back of the store. They look over at the store clerk.)

Lincoln: That her?

Michael: Yeah. (He walks over to the counter.) Hola, Mrs. Vasquez.

Mrs. Vasquez: You are late. It's much later than the date you said.

Michael: Well, we ran into a little bit of trouble.

Mrs. Vasquez (nodding toward Lincoln.): Who is this?

Michael: It's a business associate.

Mrs. Vasquez: Christina Rose. I remember. You will find her here. (She hands him a piece of paper.)

(Michael and Lincoln start to leave, when Michael stops.)

Michael: Oh, um, I'll meet you outside. I forgot to ask something.

Lincoln: All right.

(Michael waits until Lincoln leaves, then turns to the woman.)

Michael: Do you have a phone I could use?

[INT. General Store. Day.]

(Michael dials a number on a rotary.)

Michael: Yes, uh, I need an international operator, please. United States. It's, uh, 312-346...

(A hand slams down on the phone, severing the connection. Pan up to reveal it's Lincoln.)

Lincoln: What the hell are you doing?

Michael: Making a phone call.

Lincoln: You can't.

Michael: We don't even know if she's alive or dead, Linc.

Lincoln: If Sara's in custody, they got her phone. You wanna get caught?

[INT. Mahone's Office. Day.]

(Mahone's phone rings. He answers it.)

Mahone: Yeah?

CUT TO: Agent Kim, standing on a small dock.

Kim: Three things I hate, Alex. Traffic, hockey, and calling you with the same question over and over.

Mahone: Well then don't call me anymore, but I do believe the brothers are in Panama.

Kim: Is that so?

Mahone: The key to exactly where is on one of Scofield's tattoos..

Kim: While I'm thrilled you've narrowed it down to a country, that's not why we're talking. Benjamin Miles Franklin is alive.

Mahone: I'm aware of that, yeah.

Kim: And being released from custody.

Mahone: That's not possible. They would need permission from my office.

Kim: Good to know you're on top of things. (He hangs up.)

CUT TO: Mahone. He looks across the room, Agent Lang is busy working at her desk but Agent Wheeler's chair is empty.

Mahone: Find me Agent Wheeler.

[EXT. Small Dock. Day.]

Agent: He'll see you now.

(The agent pats Kim down for weapons. Kim looks out onto the lake - Pad Man is sitting alone in a boat.)

[EXT. Lake. Day.]

(Kim sits across from Pad Man in a small boat.)

Kim: Forgive me for asking, sir, but couldn't we be doing this in my office? It'd be much more comfortable.

Pad Man: I felt we needed to speak freely. For the next several hours, this is what those in the intelligence community refer to as a blind spot. Something to do with the position of the sun, I'm told. Disrupts long distance recording devices.

Kim: If I may apologize again, sir, for the unfortunate outcome with the president. I know how important she was to our interests and I assure you that moving forward...

Pad Man: You won't be moving anywhere until you can explain to me how this happened.

Kim: The brothers. They're making it...

Pad Man: Still alive?

Kim (nervous): Yes. It appears they were able to flee the country.

Pad Man: To where?

Kim: Mr. Mahone seems to believe they're in Panama.

CUT TO: Michael and Lincoln, walking down a rural road in Panama.

Pad Man (v/o): Does our Mr. Mahone know where exactly in Panama they are?

CUT TO: Kim: Not yet. Why?

Pad Man: How much do you know about Sona, Mr. Kim?

Kim: Only what I've been given clearance on.

Pad Man: Perhaps what our situation requires is a change in strategy.

[INT. FBI Garage. Day.]

(Wheeler is in his car, on the phone.)

Wheeler: How long until the court approves the arrest warrant for Mahone?

Sullins (v/o): Should be any time now. We're just waiting for the indictment to come down.

Wheeler: Okay, well, I've got a question for you. What if he's in there? I can't keep avoiding him. He reads people. That's what he does. If he finds out that I'm involved in this, I'm gonna need some protection from him...

CUT TO: Sullins: Wheeler, relax. Take a breath. The only thing Mahone can read is what you write for him. Can you act normal? That's all you have to do. We don't want him to get spooked and take off. This is all gonna be over soon.

CUT TO: Wheeler: All right. Thank you.

Sullins: No. Thank you.

(Wheeler gets out of the car, turns around and comes face to face with Mahone.)

Mahone: Wheeler. Where you been?

ACT 3.

[INT. FBI Garage. Day.]

Mahone: I gotta do this. (He pats Wheeler's shirt front.)

Wheeler: What are you doing, Alex? I'm not wearing a wire. You gonna tell me what's going on here?

Mahone: In Old England, the punishment for a traitorous act was beheading. Following an execution, they would hold up the severed head by the hair. Not, as most people think, for the crowd to see the head, but for the head to see the crowd...because consciousness sticks around for another eight seconds. The idea was that it would give the traitor one more chance to take...

Wheeler: You don't wanna do this, okay? Just take a moment.

Mahone (shouting): If you're gonna stab me in the back, Agent Wheeler...be smart enough to cover up the knife. You go and visit Franklin three times this week. Called Sullins, what? Twice a day? Didn't you learn anything working for me? You gotta cover your tracks! Unless you... (realises) ... unless you wanna get caught. You wanted me to know it was you.

Wheeler: You're a killer, Alex.

Mahone: Is that so?

Wheeler: Soil samples taken from your yard in connection with the disappearance of Oscar Shales. Forensics is prepared to submit a report detailing the irregularities in the shooting of David "Tweener" Apolskis. There's your blatant disregard for protocol in the death of John Abruzzi.

Mahone: And the escaped con who says that I told him to kill himself, I know. You think his testimony is gonna send you to the Promised Land?

Wheeler: You can erase me too. But it's not gonna erase the very real fact that you're gonna spend the rest of your life in prison.

Mahone: You know...you remind me of myself when I was a young agent.

Wheeler: What? I wish I could take that as a compliment.

Mahone: That's some real fine work, Wheeler. Good job though. (He grabs hold of him and whispers in his ear.) Don't you let anything scare you into doing the wrong thing.

Wheeler: Let me take you in. Whatever mess you're in, we can clean it up.

Mahone: There's only one way to clean this. One way.

[INT. C-Note's Cell. Day.]

Guard: Hey. You got a visitor.

C-Note: Yeah, who?

Guard: I don't know. I was just instructed to bring you down.

C-Note: Hey, look, I ain't going nowhere until you tell me who it is I'm meeting, a'ight?

(The guards advance into the cell, ignoring him.)

[INT. Prison Corridor. Day.]

(C-Note is being dragged down the corridor by two guards.)

C-Note: You guys, just stop it. Listen to me for a second, all right. That's all you gotta do is go out there and check. Look, the guy's kinda tall, okay? It's the least that you can do, huh?

(They take him through another gate. C-Note stares down the corridor, terrified. Camera pans round to reveal it's Sullins, and he's talking to Kacee and Dede.)

C-Note: What the...? (A guard uncuffs him.)

Dede: Daddy!

C-Note: Oh, my God...come here! (He swings her up in a hug.) Oh. Daddy loves you so much. (He hugs Kacee too.)

Kacee: So, um, is it real? He's says you're gonna go free, that, um, we don't have to run anymore. I mean, what happened? What changed?

C-Note: Hey, hey, hey. Don't you worry about it. You just know that your man handles things. Ain't that right? (Dede nods.) That's right.

Kacee: Okay (laughing) I don't believe it but okay.

Sullins: Benjamin, if I could just have a quick word.

C-Note: Yeah, hey, uh, why don't you go down the hall for just a quick second, okay? I'll be right there.

Kacee: Okay.

Sullins (holding up an envelope): Here it is. New address, new identities. Now, the prosecutor's gonna be getting in touch to go over your testimony. So you just make sure you show up where he says and when he says.

C-Note: Yeah, okay, okay. But I'm a free man, right?

Sullins: Free man.

C-Note: Oh, wait a minute. What about Mahone, you know? 'Cause I don't wanna be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life, you feel me?

Sullins: You let me worry about Mahone. You just worry about staying out of trouble.

C-Note: Hey, you ain't gonna have a problem with that. Trust me.

Sullins: Don't screw it up.

[EXT. Rural Road - Panama. Day.]

Lincoln: How much further?

Michael: Not far.

Lincoln: You know, for what it's worth, no-one forced Sara to do what she did.

Michael: Whatever gets you through the night.

Lincoln: What the hell does that mean? I didn't ask you to use her.

Michael: It's not that simple.

Lincoln: Whatever gets you through the night, buddy.

Michael: You know what amazes me, Linc? Nothing ever registers with you. Ever. It just rolls right off your back, doesn't it? We ruin Sara's life, and it's like you don't even care.

Lincoln: Is that what you think?

Michael: Well, we're here, and Sara's back there in prison. Does that seem fair to you?

Lincoln: None of it's fair. Just don't make this about boy loses girl.

Michael: Who should it be about, Linc? Westmoreland? Tweener? LJ? LJ's mother?

Lincoln: Let me stop you right there.

Michael: Do you remember the name of the guard that was murdered because of the riot I started?

Lincoln: Shut up, Michael.

Michael: Do you even remember his name?

Lincoln: Shut up.

Michael: But you remember Veronica's name though, don't you?

(Lincoln shoves him roughly.)

Lincoln (yelling): You mention her again, I swear to God...

Michael (yelling): What about T-Bag, Linc? He's out there now, because of us! You and me. (beat) Every life he takes, that's blood on our hands. And for what?

Lincoln: I didn't ask you to do what you did.

Michael: They were gonna kill you, Linc!

Lincoln: Well, maybe you should've let them.

Michael: Take that back.

(Lincoln just stares at him. Michael lunges for him, knocking him down. Both of them roll down a dirt embankment. They stare at each other for a few seconds.)

Lincoln: As bad as I feel about Sara, she had a choice. Veronica didn't. I listened to her die, Michael. I listened to her die, and there was nothing I could do. Nothing. We've lost so much, man. We can't afford to lose each other. We just can't.

[INT. Mahone's Basement Office. Day.]

(Mahone tears down the photos and sketches on the wall. Behind him, the fax machine buzzes, printing out a fax. He moves to take two trash bags out when he runs into Agent Kim.)

Kim: Going somewhere, Alex?

Mahone: I don't know. Am I?

Kim: Come on. You know I don't like to get my hands dirty.

Mahone: It's surprising the things a man will do when properly motivated. Wasn't it you who told me that? You know, I would kill you right now if I thought it would give me an ounce of peace.

Kim: And what would give you peace?

Mahone: I've been able to hold it together, through all this...because there was a light at the end of the tunnel. A life, at the end of the tunnel for me, and my family. And now what? Do you see my son? Do you see my wife? What have I got? What have you given me?

Kim: What if I was to tell you that there was something that could turn that light back on? What would you say?

Mahone: I'd say that's the same offer you made when you dragged me into this, you little bastard. And look where it's got me now. They're gonna drag me before the public. They're gonna prosecute me like, like...like some kind of murderer. There's, there's...there's evidence, really hard, tangible evidence that you can't take away.

Kim: You're right. But I can help you get away. And at this point, I don't think you've got any other options. Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell was apprehended in Mexico.

Mahone: Oh, let me guess, you want him dead.

Kim: Oh, no. There's been a, uh, change in strategy. We're gonna need him alive. I'm talking about a very real finish line here, Alex. You've come so far.

Mahone: How much further would I have to go?

Kim: Well, you're lucky. For this, you only have to go to Panama.

[EXT. Beach. Day.]

Michael: I'm trying to remember the last time our lives made any kind of sense.

Lincoln: Before Mom died, when it was just the three of us.

Michael: Well, there she is.

[INT. Mahone's Basement Office. Day]

(Mahone's cell phone rings. He answers it.)

Mahone: Hello, Lang.

Lang: What's going on? I mean, there's all kinds of suits over here going through your office.

Mahone: I'll explain later.

Lang: All right. Um...did you get the fax?

Mahone: No, why? What do you got? (He pushes his wheeled chair over to pick up the fax.)

Lang: Some information on Christina Rose you might find interesting. Looks like she was commissioned about four months before Scofield robbed that bank by a builder in Panama named Amparo Vasquez.

Mahone: Son of a bitch.

[EXT. Beach. Day.]

(Michael and Lincoln walk out across a jetty into the sea, where a large sailing boat is moored.)

Lincoln: She's beautiful.

Michael: Yeah, she's not the real thing, but...

Lincoln: So where to, man?

Michael: Anywhere we want.

ACT 4.

[INT. Prison Corridor. Day.]

Kacee: So is it really over?

C-Note: Yeah. Yeah, baby, it's really over. Okay.

(A guard buzzes the door open. C-Note and his family walk through. The jail door slams. C-Note looks back.)

Kacee: What is it, baby?

C-Note: Huh? Nothing. (he smiles) Let's go home.

[EXT. Bellick's Car. Day.]

Sucre: Okay, so we checked at the train station in Malinalco, the bus depot in Puebla... and just about every hotel there is.

(Bellick's phone rings.)

Bellick (on phone): Hello. Hey, hey, hey, slow down, Sancho. Uno Momento. (to Sucre) For you.

Sucre (on phone): Hola. Si. Oh, gracias. Gracias. Mi gracias! (to Bellick) That was the guy from the Tourism Bureau. He found him.

Bellick: Where?

Sucre: An E. Stammel just boarded a plane to Panama City.

Bellick: What the hell's he doing in Panama?

[EXT. Street in Panama City. Day.]

(T-Bag walks quickly through the street, looking paranoid. He makes eye contact with another man, who flashes a gun in his belt. The man stops nearby and watches T-Bag. T-Bag approaches a group of young girls, clearly hookers.)

T-Bag: Speak English? (the girl nods) Say "Good morning Teddy".

Girl (heavily accented): Good morning Teddy.

T-Bag: So then actually, no, you don't speak English. (raising his voice) Hablas any Ingles around here?

(Flora whistles to him.)

T-Bag: Say "Good Morning Teddy".

Flora: Good Morning Teddy.

T-Bag: Say, "Good Morning Teddy Bear".

Flora: Good Morning Teddy Bear.

T-Bag: You like wigs?

Flora: For the right money, I like anything.

(T-Bag looks over at the man. The man nods. T-Bag walks away with the girl.)

[INT. Christina Rose. Day.]

(Michael looks down at his Christina Rose tattoo, grabs a lock and spins the dial to 617. The lock pops open. Michael moves inside the boat and picks up a PDA.)

[EXT. Christina Rose - Deck. Day.]

Michael: There's nothing. Nothing online about Sara's arrest.

Lincoln: Maybe they're keeping it quiet. What about the message board? The Gold Finch thing?

Michael: Just something from C-Note, and...there is a message from Sucre.

Lincoln: Still running, huh? (sees Michael's face.) What?

Michael: Sucre says T-Bag's here, in Panama.

Lincoln: How the hell did he know?

Michael: I don't know. He says, "the Bag still has the bag. He's in Panama City at the Fin Del Camino Hotel. If you're there and want to help put that bird back in the cage, let me know. Sucre."

Lincoln: What the hell is that son of a bitch doing in Panama?

Michael: We gotta go after him.

Lincoln: Just let it be, man. We don't need the money.

Michael: It's not about the money, Linc. Whatever good we do from here on out, it doesn't matter as long as T-Bag's out there.

Lincoln: Michael, we made it. All we...

Michael: So much has gone wrong, if we could just...if we could just make this right. Panama City is only an hour away. And now we know where he's staying.

Lincoln: Call the police.

Michael: There's a reason I chose Panama. There's no extradition laws. They're not gonna touch him.

Lincoln: So what are you gonna do?

Michael: I'll figure something out.

Lincoln: Figure it out? You don't take a piss without a plan, man. Come on. Look at me, I never think things through, and look where it got me.

Michael: Yeah, in Panama, with a boatload of booze.

Lincoln: You got me that. I got me a death sentence. Look, let's just get out to sea, think things through. When the time's right, we make it right. Okay?

[INT. Airport. Day.]

Camera shot of a PDA with a message on the goldfinch website. It reads: "I'm in. Let me know when you get there. Michael."

Camera pans back to reveal it's Mahone with the PDA.

Mahone replies on the PDA under Sucre's handle. "I'll be there tomorrow. See you then. Sucre."

Man (on Intercom): Trans-Panamanian Airlines flight 271 to Panama now boarding all first class passengers. Again, we're boarding for Panama City.

Mahone: See you soon.

[INT. Christina Rose. Day.]

(Lincoln picks up some beer bottles inside the boat.)

Lincoln: Home sweet home.

[EXT. Christina Rose - Deck. Day.]

Lincoln: I got the booze, but the limes are shot.

(The deck is empty.)

Lincoln: Michael? Michael! Michael!

END CREDITS.

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CAST:
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Dominic Purcell (Lincoln Burrows)
Wentworth Miller (Michael Scofield)
Amaury Nolasco (Fernando Sucre)
Wade Williams (Brad Bellick)
Paul Adelstein (Paul Kellerman) (credit only)
Robert Knepper (Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell)
Rockmond Dunbar (Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin)
Sarah Wayne Callies (Sara Tancredi)
William Fichtner (Alexander Mahone)
Reggie Lee (Bill Kim)
Kim Coates (Richard Sullins)
Alex Meneses (Chi Chi, Mexican Prostitute)
Leon Russom (Pad Man/General Jonathan Krantz)
Barbara Eve Harris (FBI Agent Lang)
Jason Davis (FBI Agent Wheeler)
Cynthia Kaye McWilliams (Kacee Franklin)
Helena Klevorn (Dede Franklin)

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