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ACT 1.

 

[EXT. Jetty. Day.]

(Lincoln exits the boat onto the jetty, still searching for Michael.)

Lincoln: Michael! Michael! Michael!

(He heads back to the boat and picks up the PDA, reviewing 'Sucre's' message.)

[Title Card: Panama City, Panama.]

[INT. Hotel Room. Day.]

(T-Bag, nervous and agitated, paces his hotel room. He picks up a piece of paper and looks it over. It reads: "312 Ave Olivera. Second Floor. Red door." T-Bag throws it down, it lands next to a handgun. He moves to a small balcony overlooking the street below.)

[EXT. Street. Day.]

(Michael, concealed in his hood, watches T-Bag. He experiences flashbacks of all the hell T-Bag caused in Fox River and afterwards.)

*FLASHBACKS*

T-Bag (v/o): Scofield...

[In Fox River Prison Yard]

T-Bag: One thing's for sure, you're just as pretty as advertised. Prettier, even.

[Fox River Shower Room]

Seth: You gotta help me. Please.

(Michael looks at Seth, then over at T-Bag. He turns away from Seth.)

T-Bag (v/o, singing): Is you ready? Are you ready?

[Fox River A Wing Cell Block]

(Seth climbs over the railing and hangs himself. Michael watches in horror.)

[Fox River - Outside Michael's Cell]

(During the riot, T-Bag stabs Tyler Hudson, a correctional officer.)

T-Bag (v/o, singing): I'm coming for you. Are you ready?

(T-Bag throws the dead guard over the railing.)

Michael: No!

T-Bag (v/o): I'm coming for you...I'm a-coming, I'm a-coming...

[Fox River Storage Room]

(T-Bag slashes Abruzzi's throat with a razor blade)

[Fox River Prison Yard]

(Michael watches as they rush Abruzzi away on a gurney)

[Jeanette Owens' House]

(T-Bag grabs her Jeanette, Michael looks on in horror)

T-Bag: You say a word and I will cut your throat out, you old whore!

[A Wing - night]

(Michael looks down from his cell at T-Bag, who was singing and terrorizing Tweener.)

[Cell Block - during the riot]

T-Bag: Scofield!

*END FLASHBACKS*

[EXT. Street. Day.]

(Michael is still watching T-Bag. T-Bag looks down at two men sitting at a table and makes eye contact with them. Michael notices. Michael looks over at a group of young boys playing soccer, then his gaze settles on a metal trashcan. He looks up at the balcony again, to see T-Bag walk back inside.)

[INT. Taxi. Day.]

(In the backseat, Mahone makes a phone call to his wife.)

Pam (v/o): Hello.

Mahone: Pam, it's me.

Pam (v/o): Um, Cam's napping.

Mahone: Yeah? How's he doing?

Pam (v/o): Good. It was his first day back in school.

Mahone: That's great.

Pam (v/o): Where are you?

Mahone: I'm, uh...out of the country.

Pam (v/o): Is everything all right?

Mahone: Remember how I always said that the day would come and I'd be done, leave the bureau and never look back.

Pam (v/o): Yes.

Mahone: Today's that day. I have one more thing to do. And once I do it, everything is gonna fall into place and I'll be done.

Pam (v/o): Well, I hope you mean it.

Mahone: Pam. If I didn't have this job anymore, or if I were free... If I were free...

Pam (v/o): Alex.

Mahone: I need to know.

Pam (v/o): I'm not saying no.

Mahone (smiling): I will make this right, I swear to God. And you and me and Cam...

Pam (v/o): I have to go.

Mahone: I never stopped loving you, Pam. Ever.

Pam (v/o): Just be safe, Alex.

(She hangs up. Mahone, with renewed energy, makes another call.)

Mahone: You in position?

CUT TO: The two agents sitting at the table in front of the hotel.

Agent 1: Yeah.

Mahone (v/o): I'll be there in 10 minutes.

Agent 1: Got it.

(He turns to his partner, about to speak, when the air is filled with what appears to be gunfire. The two agents dive for their weapons, then notice the trashcan - it's smoking.)

[EXT. Street. Day.]

(Michael smiles after seeing their reactions. A small boy runs up to him.)

Boy: Das bueno?

Michael: Das bueno. Gracias. (He gives the boy ten dollars.)

(In Spanish the boy asks if Michael wants the rest of the fireworks. Michael says he can have them. He thanks Michael and runs off.)

[EXT. Market. Day.]

(Michael pulls his hood down and moves round a corner. Sucre steps out in front of him.)

Sucre: Michael...

Michael: What's wrong?

(Bellick steps out, brandishing a gun.)

Bellick: Que pasa, Scofield? Come on, move it. (He pats Michael down for a weapon) I love it. Mr. Above-It-All down here trying to sniff out that 5 million just like the rest of us riff-raff. See, you ain't no better than me, Scofield.

Michael: I want T-Bag locked up. It's  the only reason I'm here.

Bellick: Oh, Dudley freaking Do Right, huh?

Sucre: I didn't know you were gonna be here, Michael.

Michael: What are you talking about? You emailed me, you said T-Bag was here. It's on the website.

Sucre: What? No. I didn't write anything on no website. To you or anybody else.

(Michael is confused.)

Bellick: Is T-Bag in that hotel?

Michael: Yeah, and a couple of feds staking it out across the street.

Bellick: Well, you're gonna help us get it then.

Michael: You maybe missed the part about the feds.

Bellick: I don't care. I didn't travel 2000 miles down the Diahorrea Trail to get to this backward-ass country to not get my 5 million.

Michael: Well, that's too bad. 'Cause this is looking more and more like a setup.

Bellick: Well, then, get that little college boy brain of yours to work, then. And if you don't think I'm serious, just ask your old cellie here what length I'll go to.

Sucre: He's got Maricruz locked away somewhere. Either I help him get the money or she's dead.

Bellick: Yeah, I'm a big jerk, Scofield. Shame on me.

Sucre: Michael, I'm in no position to ask you for anything. I need your help, papi. I do.

(Michael glances at Sucre, then Bellick holding the gun.)

Bellick: Are you in, or what?

 

OPENING CREDITS

 

[EXT. Market. Day.]

Michael: Get the gun off me.

Bellick: I asked you a question.

Michael: I said get the gun off me, or I walk.

(Bellick hesitates for a second, then lowers the gun.)

Michael: All right. (to Bellick) You'll get your 5 million, (to Sucre) you get Maricruz and I get T-Bag.

Bellick: Win win win.

Michael: But you gotta do exactly what I say.

Sucre: Thank you bro.

Bellick: All right, Einstein. What you thinking?

[Title Card: Chicago, Illinois.]

(Camera interchanges between landmarks of Chicago.)

Reporter (v/o): And it's the third day of testimony in the trial of Sara Tancredi, daughter of the late Governor Frank Tancredi. So far, pundits feel the prosecution is well on its way to meeting its burden of proof and getting a conviction on all counts.

[INT. Court Room. Day.]

Judge: Defense counsel, you may proceed.

Defense: Your Honor, at this time, I ask that this tape be marked Defense Exhibit D.

Prosecution: Objection. Your Honor, this tape is the very propaganda that Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows released to the media that was summarily debunked.

Defense: The jury still has a right to hear it.

Prosecution: The tape is hearsay.

Defense: Unavailable Witness Exception, Your Honor.

Prosecution: The witness is only unavailable because he's a fugitive on the run.

Defense: Be that as it may, his statement on this tape exonerates Dr. Tancredi.

Prosecution: Your Honor...

Judge (holds up a hand): The tape is allowed. The State's objection will be noted in the record.

(The tape is clicked on a nearby TV.)

Michael (on TV): Much blame has been placed on another innocent person, Dr. Sara Tancredi. She had nothing to do with our escape. Sara, if you're listening, I know I can't ask you for another chance. I only hope by now you've found your safe haven.

[INT. Hotel Room. Day.]

(Camera pans over a smart Special Forces uniform spread over a bed, with a nametag on reading 'Kellerman'.)

Reporter (on TV): The trial of the late Governor Tancredi's daughter, Dr. Sara Tancredi, continues today in Cook County. Dr. Tancredi, whose medical license has been suspended pending the outcome of the trial, is facing multiple counts, ranging...

(Kellerman, sitting in a chair next to the bed, switches off the television using the remote. He polishes the brass decor of his uniform and then his Special Forces ring. He opens a velvet box containing a commendation and places it on the dresser alongside several others. He grabs a leather holster, removes the pistol and looks it over.)

[EXT. Panama City Street. Day.]

Sucre (working on a roll of duct tape): I'm gonna kill him.

Michael: And go right back to prison.

Sucre: I don't care. Once we get the money and he tells me where Maricruz is, I'm gonna kill him.

Michael: If you find Maricruz, you're gonna marry Maricruz and live happily ever after.

Sucre: Yeah, after I sink a knife in Bellick's chest.

Michael: Bellick and T-Bag will get theirs, trust me.

Sucre: Didn't Fox River teach you anything, man? Because the same rules apply out here. It doesn't make a difference if you're guilty or innocent. It's who survives.

Michael: You're not that guy.

Sucre: That son of a bitch took my girl and locked her up somewhere. I am that guy now, Michael. Look at me!

Michael: The only reason I'm not five miles away from here right now is because I wanna help you find Maricruz, not kill Bellick. And if that's your game, I'm gone. (beat) Believe me, I understand the impulse to pull the trigger. But if we lose ourselves, we lose everything.

Sucre: It's been a week. I don't know where she is. I'm scared.

Michael: We'll find her. We'll find her.

[EXT. Fin Del Camino Hotel. Day.]

(The two agents sit at their table, watching, waiting.)

[INT. Hotel Room. Day.]

(T-Bag sits on the bed, tossing playing cards into a hat.)

CUT TO: A fire alarm on the wall. A hand reaches out and activates it. Pan up to reveal it's Bellick.

CUT TO: T-Bag. He hears the fire alarm goes off and looks around, suspicious.

CUT TO: Agents outside.

Agent 2: What the hell is this?

CUT TO: Hotel Room. A Spanish woman speaks over a loudspeaker, telling the guests to evacuate. T-Bag gets up and grabs the note he looked at earlier.

[EXT. Hotel. Day.]

Woman (over loudspeaker): Attention, ladies and gentlemen. The fire alarm has been activated. Please proceed to the nearest exit in an orderly manner.

(Bellick exits the hotel within the other guests.)

[INT. Hotel Room. Day.]

(T-Bag grabs his gun and stuffs it in his waistband. He picks up the backpack, puts on his hat and walks out.)

[EXT. Hotel. Day.]

(Bellick meets up with Michael and Sucre.)

Michael: You start acting like a cowboy and this whole thing's going south real fast. Remember that.

(They watch T-Bag exit the hotel. T-Bag looks at the two agents, then turns right and heads up the street. The agents stand up and start to follow.)

Michael: Here we go.

(Further behind the agents, Sucre, Michael and Bellick move in.)

[EXT. Panama City Street. Day.]

(The convoy of men walk down the street. They pass inches away from Mahone, who is watching everything.)

(Mahone steps out and follows them. He reaches down for his gun, when Lincoln appears and smashes a fist across Mahone's jaw. The two men tumble into a warehouse, the gun flies across the floor. Lincoln punches Mahone several times, then goes to kick him but Mahone grabs Lincoln's leg, flipping him over. They both get to their feet, circling.)

Mahone: You're not gonna like how this ends, Lincoln. I'm giving you a chance. Right now. Just...back away, all right? Just back away.

Lincoln: The son of a bitch who killed my dad? You're done. (He lunges forward with another punch.)

 

ACT 2.

 

[INT. Warehouse. Day.]

(Mahone ducks Lincoln's punch, and spins Lincoln around, wrapping an arm around his beck and squeezing. Lincoln struggles, then grabs for Mahone's injured shoulder. He sinks his fingers in and Mahone yells in pain, forced to release Lincoln. Lincoln rolls away and grabs Mahone's gun.)

Lincoln: Those bullet holes don't heal too good, do they, Mahone? Toss me the handcuffs. Hand them over, or I swear to God I'll blow your head clean off.

[EXT. Street. Day.]

(T-Bag approaches a worn down building, the address 312 spray painted on the front. He enters the red door and hurries up the stairs. The two agents wait outside.)

[EXT. Street. Day.]

(Bellick approaches the two agents.)

Bellick: Americans? (they nod.) Oh, thank God! Uh, you know there the Cathedral of Guadalupe is?

Agent 2: Never heard of it.

Bellick: I was supposed to meet my old lady there half hour ago.

Agent 1: That's great.

Bellick: They say you can't miss it, but I missed it. Hey, uh, I was wondering if you had a travel guide or something on you?

Agent 1: Why don't you just keep on walking, pal?

Bellick: Well, excuse me for thinking I could ask for a little help from some fellow Americans!

Agent 1: Hey, listen, beat it.

(A gun cocks behind them and they spin round. Sucre is holding them at gunpoint.)

Michael: How we doing, gentlemen?

(Bellick checks them for other weapons. He pockets a gun.)

Bellick: All right, Sucre, the gun. (Sucre hesitates.) Come on. (Sucre hands it over.)

Michael: Get in the alley.

[INT. Hotel Room. Day.]

(Kellerman, dressed in his full Special Forces uniform, begins to write his sister's name on an envelope but can't bring himself to do it. He shakes his head, starts again. He fights through his tears and places a letter in the envelope, then places the envelope on the medals resting on the dresser. He looks in the mirror, then loads the pistol.)

(Kellerman stares at the mirror, thinking about his choice. He turns away, raises the pistol to his temple, and pulls the trigger.)

[INT. Kristine Kellerman's Workplace. Day.]

(Kristine addresses a group of coworkers.)

Kristine: It is a global problem. Forty-eight percent of North American lakes are eutrophic. It's 53 percent in Europe...

Assistant (at the doorway): Kristine...

Kristine: Yeah?

Assistant: It's your brother, Paul.

Kristine: What? What's going on?

(The assistant hesitates. Kristine picks up her phone quickly.)

Kristine (on phone): Hello?

[EXT. Alley in Panama City. Day.]

Bellick: He's in this building right here, we gotta move.

Michael: Let's see your ID.

(Sucre hands the agents' passports to Michael.)

Sucre: Feds?

Michael: No. If these guys were, they'd be after T-Bag. You guys Company?

(The agents stay silent.)

Bellick: Come on, Sucre. Let's wrap these numbnuts up.

(Sucre uses duct tape to secure the agents to the railings.)

Michael: What are you guys doing here? What do you want? (They stay silent.) I don't like this, something's up.

Bellick: Come on, Sucre, let's move it. Now, let's go, come on.

Sucre: Let's go, Michael.

(Bellick leads the way through the red door. Michael follows, then Sucre.)

[INT. Old Warehouse. Day.]

(Bellick hurries up the stairs, pistol drawn, followed by Michael and Sucre. They walk down an empty corridor.)

Bellick (yelling): We know you're in here, Bagwell!

Michael: Three to one. Do the math.

T-Bag (o/s): Okay, okay! I don't want any trouble.

(The three of them stop outside a closed door. Bellick enters first. T-Bag is standing alone, gun in hand but pointed at the ceiling.)

Bellick: Slide the gun over.

T-Bag: We can work something out, boys.

Bellick: Slide the gun over. (T-Bag pauses, then complies. Bellick picks it up.) Where's the money?

(T-Bag is silent. Sirens begin to wail in the distance.)

Sucre: Who called the cops?

(T-Bag shakes his head.)

Bellick: You got three seconds, hillbilly. One...

T-Bag: In there! (He points to another closed door.)

Bellick: Get it.

T-Bag: You want it, you get it.

Sucre: We don't have time for this, Bellick.

Bellick: Nothing stupid now. You're not playing a game. Open it.

(T-Bag doesn't move, just stares at Bellick.)

Bellick: Sucre, move your ass!

(Sucre hurries over and opens the door. He jumps back in horror. Inside is Flora - the hooker T-Bag walked off with earlier - dead with a gunshot wound to her chest.)

Sucre: Michael!

(Michael hurries over to take a look. Bellick is distracted. T-Bag takes full advantage, and runs off towards the exit door. Bellick fires a shot but misses.)

CUT TO: Squad cars pulling up outside.

CUT TO: Warehouse.

(Sucre tries another door but the handle comes off. Bellick takes the gun out of his pocket that he took from T-Bag, and looks towards the dead hooker.)

Bellick: It's a trap.

 

ACT 3.

 

[INT. Warehouse. Day.]

(Michael, Sucre and Bellick try and find a way out.)

CUT TO: Officers hurrying through the red door and up the stairs.

CUT TO: Fire Escape. T-Bag throws the backpack to the ground and runs down the steps.

CUT TO: Michael and Bellick, forcing the door open. Finally it gives. Bellick points his gun at T-Bag.

Bellick: Freeze, Bagwell!

(T-Bag turns around and fires his gun, hitting Bellick in the leg. Bellick screams. T-Bag picks up the backpack and runs.)

Bellick (to Michael): Get the money!

(Michael, with Bellick's gun, heads after T-Bag.)

Bellick (to Sucre): You want the girl, get the money!

(Sucre hurries after Michael. T-Bag stops in the road to check how far they are behind him, and is hit by an oncoming car. He stands up, dazed, looks for the backpack.)

T-Bag: You...

(The car screeches away.)

Michael: Don't. Don't.

(Sucre picks up the backpack.)

T-Bag: We can work something out.

Michael: Move.

(Sucre stares up at the fire escape. Bellick is being seized by Mexican police officers speaking Spanish.)

Michael: Sucre, come on.

Bellick: Theodore Bagwell, he's the one you want for that dead chick in there! Uh...anyone speak English? I didn't do it! I swear to God I didn't do it! Please, please...

[EXT. Old Building. Day.]

T-Bag: We can do a little divvying right here. Then we'll go our separate ways.

Michael: Sucre, I want you to get us a car.

Sucre: What's going on? What's the plan?

Michael: I said, get us a car.

(Sucre runs off. Michael keeps the gun trained on T-Bag.)

Michael: Looks like you made some friends lately.

T-Bag: I don't follow.

Michael: That little setup back there. It's a little out of your league. Looked almost professional.

T-Bag: Let's say that's the case. What's it worth to you to find out, huh? Because I am in possession of some information that you might need, Pretty.

Michael: Okay. Tell me what you know. Maybe I'll let you walk. Without the money.

T-Bag: Yeah?

Michael: Yeah.

T-Bag: You're gonna let me traipse on out of here.

Michael: Depends on the information. Who's pulling your strings?

T-Bag: You know, I got a hunch you're speaking with a forked tongue, Pretty. So I'm gonna tell you what, we go someplace public with a car waiting for me to leave, and then...then I'll tell you. Deal?

Michael: No.

[EXT. Parking Lot. Day.]

(Sucre checks cars in a small parking lot. Finally he finds one unlocked and jumps in. He quickly hotwires it, then screeches away.)

[INT. Hotel Room. Day.]

(Kellerman is slumped in a chair, gun in his hand. Kristine walks in.)

Kristine: Oh, my God...Paul. (She hurries to his side.)

Kellerman: That is only the second time...a weapon has ever jammed on me. First time was during training for Gulf One. And as soon as it happened, the Commanding Officer, he got in my face and he said, "Son, a weapon jam on the battlefield, you might as well call that suicide".

(Kristine takes the gun from him and puts it on the dresser.)

Kellerman: Uh...Kristine, I've, uh...done things. (He can't elaborate, and fights back tears.) Just...damn....

Kristine: I love you, Paul. Whatever it is that got you here. And there's a way out, believe me.

Kellerman: My entire...my entire adult life...I've followed orders. And I did terrible things, because I thought they were right. And it turns out I did those things in the service of nothing. So that's what I'm left with. Nothing.

Kristine: You have me.

Kellerman: Okay. Okay.

Kristine: And you have a clean slate. Anything. Everything. It's available to you, starting right now.

Kellerman: The things I've done, Kristine.

Kristine: Undo them. Paul, there's always a way. Maybe that gun jammed for a reason. Come here. (She hugs him, and he breaks down in her arms.)

[EXT. Old Building. Day.]

(Sucre screeches the car round the corner, to where Michael and T-Bag are waiting.)

T-Bag: Don't let your pride get in the way now, Pretty.

Michael: Save it.

T-Bag: Locking me up ain't gonna help your situation none. I have information.

Sucre (getting out the car): What's the plan?

Michael: We're gonna take him to the embassy. We're gonna make sure he's deported. Then we'll go looking for Bellick, all right?

Sucre: Si.

Michael: Meanwhile, I want you to ride in the back with him.

T-Bag: I'm telling you, you are being penny wise and pound foolish.

Michael: Get in the car.

(Sucre pushes T-Bag into the back seat.)

T-Bag: Pound foolish, pound foolish, pound foolish.

[INT. Cook County Court Room. Day.]

(Sara's attorneys come down the stairs towards her.)

Marty: I'll tell her about the offer.

Sara: Well?

Marty: Twelve years.

Sara (shocked): No. No, the jury heard Michael's statement.

Marty: They heard a convicted felon lie for a woman that he clearly cares for. He's got no credibility. Sara, we need to take a hard look at what they're offering.

Sara: Due respect, Marty, we aren't going to prison, I am.

Marty: They're made it very clear that they want somebody to hang for this, Sara. And unfortunately, you're the only one they've got in their grasp. There's no avoiding it.

Attorney 2: This is the plea agreement. We can walk you through it if you'd like.

Sara: Twelve years?

[INT. Warehouse. Day.]

Lincoln: He ain't answering.

Mahone: I certainly hope your brother makes it back to that boat.

Lincoln: And if he doesn't? (beat) You should see yourself. You look like you're hanging in there by a thread.

Mahone: I just want this over with.

Lincoln: Then you should never have come down here. In case you haven't noticed, me and my brother don't quit for no-one.

Mahone: Thank God for that. Because its guys accused of things like you were, that keep guys like me in business. Kept guys like me in business, rather.

Lincoln: It's gonna end bad for you, man. A couple of things in this world I'm good at. One of them is looking into a man's eye and knowing when he's beat.

[INT. Michael's Car. Day.]

(Sucre keeps the gun trains on T-Bag.)

Sucre: How far to the embassy?

Michael: Just hang in there, buddy.

Sucre: And then what?

Michael: We're gonna turn him in.

Sucre: How do we not get busted?

(T-Bag looks down on the floor, sees some loose tools including a screwdriver.)

Michael: Before we get there, I'll pull over. We'll hogtie him with duct tape, then dump him out, hit the road and I'll call the cops, tell them where we left him.

Sucre: Then how do we get to Bellick?

Michael: Don't worry, we'll find him.

T-Bag (laughs): You ain't getting within a mile of Bellick.

Michael: Nobody asked you.

Sucre: He's got a point though, Michael.

Michael: Just keep the gun on him, okay?

(Sucre is distracted. T-Bag gets a foot on the screwdriver.)

Sucre: I mean, if Bellick's locked up, what good's the money gonna be to him?

(T-Bag reaches down and grabs it.)

Michael: Buddy, I told you we'll fix it.

Sucre: My girl's life's on the line.

Michael: Sucre, you'd better pull it together.

(Sucre is looking at Michael now, not T-Bag. T-Bag takes full advantage, and plunges the screwdriver into Sucre's shoulder.)

Sucre (screams): Ahh God...

(Michael leans forward. T-Bag lunges for Michael but misses and stabs the headrest. Michael swerves the car across the road and crashes into a guard rail. The car slides offroad, hitting a huge dirtpile.)

 

ACT 4.

 

[EXT. Roadside. Day.]

(Michael climbs out of the smoking wreck. Another car on the road screeches to a stop, seeing the accident.)

Man: Ambulancia? Ambulancia?

(Michael gives the man the thumbs up and the man dials on his cell phone. Michael pulls Sucre from the car.)

Sucre: Maricruz...

Michael: Shh, shh. Easy, easy.

Sucre: Maricruz, Maricruz...

Michael: You're gonna be all right.

(T-Bag gets out of the car, grabs the backpack and runs off into the woods. Michael watches him go in horror.)

Sucre: Go get the money. Please.

(Michael hails the man over in Spanish. He comes running. Michael presses a cloth on Sucre's wound.)

Michael: Pressure, pressure.

Sucre: Go, go.

(Michael takes off after T-Bag.)

[EXT. Woods. Day.]

(Michael races after T-Bag through the trees. T-Bag sees a house, smashes a window and unlocks the door. Inside, he grabs a knife. Michael appears in the doorway.)

T-Bag: What exactly is it that you want, Pretty?

(Michael slowly closes the door.)

Michael: I'm turning you in.

T-Bag: Is that it? Really? It ain't about the money? Because if it is, you can tell me. Ain't nobody here but us cons.

Michael: You can walk or get dragged, but it's up to you.

T-Bag: No, see, when you had the gun on me, I afforded you a certain respect. But, uh, here, well, the scales are tipped back my way. So, I'm gonna spell out the present options. Either we split this money and you go and get your legs tattooed or whatever the hell it is that you want. Or they'll find your corpse slumped over that chair there with your pants around your ankles, because it's been a long time coming, Pretty.

(Michael walks over to the sink, picks up an empty bottle and smashes it on the side, so he holds a jagged weapon in his hand.)

T-Bag: Well, I got my answer.

Michael: Whenever you're done yakking.

T-Bag: Bring it, bitch.

(T-Bag moves first, lunging towards Michael and swinging wildly. Michael keeps up the defensive, and uses the backpack to catch T-Bag's blade. He shoves T-Bag to the floor, the knife flying away. Michael grabs it and holds it to T-Bag's throat.)

T-Bag (laughs): Who are you fooling? You ain't gonna kill me, Mr. Michelangelo. You ain't got it in you. So why don't we just let me...

(Michael raises his knife hand and plunges it down. T-Bag screams in agony.)

[INT. Cook County Court Room. Day.]

(Sara is escorted into the court room by a guard.)

Marty: All right. (Sara is uncuffed, and sits down.) Okay, Sara. Now, here's how the plea is going to go down. The judge is gonna need you to allocute to the charges. He's gonna ask you if you intentionally left the door open. You will say yes.

Sara: Right.

Marty: And then he's gonna ask you: "Did you give support and comfort to Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows since the escape?" You'll say yes. And then the sentence will be immediately handed down. The prosecution is asking that you do your time in a maximum security facility. (Sara looks horrified.) I think the judge is going to agree to that.

Sara: Okay. Um...with good behavior, how many years of my sentence can I expect to serve?

Marty: On a twelve year sentence, uh...you'll do nine years.

Sara: I'll be out before I'm 40.

Marty: I'm sorry, Sara.

Attorney 2 (entering, excited): Sara, are you ready for this?

Sara: What?

Attorney 2: A very credible witness has just come forward, and he's willing to testify. He'll corroborate everything you've said about this conspiracy.

Sara: Who?

(The court room door opens and Kellerman walks in, dressed smartly in a suit. Sara stares at him in shock.)

[EXT. Woods. Day.]

(Federales scour the woods.)

Dispatch Radio (in Spanish): Attention all units...I repeat, the victim saw his assailant run northeast into the forest at approximately mile 36 of highway 3.

(The federales suddenly hear screams of pain. They run towards the house and enter it. Michael has forced the blade through T-Bag's right wrist and wedged it to the floor. T-Bag is unable to remove it because of his prosthetic hand.)

[EXT. Small Dock. Day.]

(Michael climbs aboard the Christina Rose with the backpack of money.)

Michael: Linc? (yelling) Linc?

(He takes out his PDA and dials. A woman answers.)

Michael: Hola. Uh...do you speak English?

Woman: Si, senor.

Michael: Good. I need to, uh, get in contact with every hospital in the Panama City area. A friend of mine was, uh...a friend of mine was in a car accident.

(The phone bleeps.)

Woman: Sir?

Michael: I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to call you back. (he presses a button) Linc?

CUT TO: Lincoln in the warehouse.

Lincoln (on phone): I'm sorry, Michael.

Michael: What's wrong?

(Lincoln passes the phone to Mahone.)

Mahone: Hello, Michael.

CUT TO: Michael: If you touch my brother, you're a dead man!

Mahone: Oh, please. You don't have to worry about that. But when it comes right down to it, he's just like you. He has a heart that won't kill a man.

*FLASHBACK*

(Lincoln has the gun trained on Mahone.)

Lincoln: Give me the handcuffs, or I swear to God, I'll blow your head clean off.

(Mahone spins round and drives his foot into Lincoln's knee. Mahone grabs the gun as Lincoln stumbles, and turns it on Lincoln. Mahone tosses him the handcuffs.)

*END FLASHBACK*

[INT. Warehouse. Day.]

(Lincoln is handcuffed to the pipe.)

Michael: What do you want, Alex?

Mahone: I'll tell you exactly what I want. But first things first. When the authorities captured Bagwell today, the money was nowhere to be found. Now, I can only assume...that you've got the money, aboard the Christina Rose, right now. That's an amazing plan. Take the money, take the boat, disappear forever. But you are not the only one who needs to disappear. Are you still there?

Michael: Yeah, I'm still here.

Mahone: Good, because I'm gonna say this and I'm gonna say this once. Bring me the money, bring me the boat.

Michael: You are out of your mind.

Mahone: Not really. We both have something the other person needs. It all comes down to this, Michael. Your brother for your plan. Five minutes. That's what you have. (He hangs up.)

(Michael stares at his phone in disbelief.)

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)
Robert Knepper (Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell)
Rockmond Dunbar (Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin) (credit only)
Sarah Wayne Callies (Sara Tancredi)
William Fichtner (Alexander Mahone)
Callie Thorne (Pam Mahone)
Mark Harelik (Marty Gregg)
Tina Holmes (Kristine Kellerman)
David Stokey (Junior Attorney)
Jeremy Becerra (Fireworks Boy)
Sean Hennigan (Judge)
Summer Selby (Prosecutor)
Sara Jane Henriques (Flora)

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