Brett Ratner - Pilot lyrics

[Michael is having his left arm tattooed by a woman called Syd. The tattoo artist finishes and breathes a sigh of relief] SYD: That's it. Can I just, you know, look at it for a minute? MICHAEL: You're an artist, Syd. SYD: You're telling me that you're just gonna walk out of here and I'm never gonna see it again? MICHAEL: There's a good chance of that, yes. SYD: Most guys, you know, for the first one, they start with something small - 'mom', girlfriend's initials, something like that - not you. You get a full set of sleeves all in a couple of months. It takes guys a few years to get the ink you got. MICHAEL: I don't have a few years. I wish to hell I did. [Michael pays Syd and exits] [Michael enters his apartment. The camera focuses on an origami swan on a table in his apartment, then on him. He picks up his bin and starts ripping down all the newspaper articles, maps and other various things that cover a large area of his big windows. He then removes the hard drive from his computer, goes out onto his balcony and throws it into the river below] [Michael stands at the counter in a bank and shoots a gun into the air three times while all of the other customers are lying on the floor with their hands on their heads. We hear screams and a baby starts to cry. He then points the gun at a woman behind the desk] MICHAEL: The vault. Open it. BANK WORKER: We can't. The branch manager's not here. MICHAEL: Where is he? BANK WORKER: It's lunchtime, he's at White Castle. MICHAEL: White Castle? BANK WORKER: It's a fast food restaurant. They serve those little square burgers. MICHAEL: I know what it is. [Michael shoots the gun into the air twice more. We hear more screams] MICHAEL: I'm not playing games. Open it. BANK WORKER: Sir, you have a half a million dollars cash in your bag, don't you think it would be better if... [The sound of police sirens as they pull up outside the bank. Michael holds his hands in the air] POLICEMAN: [Out of shot, through a megaphone] This is the police. You are completely surrounded. [Michael turns around to see there are a lot of police aiming their guns at him from behind their cars] POLICEMAN [Out of shot, through a megaphone] Put down your weapon. [Michael takes another gun out of the front of his waistband] POLICEMAN: [Out of shot, through a megaphone] Put down your weapon now! [Michael drops both guns] [Michael is in court with his solicitor, Veronica, for his hearing] JUDGE: Rarely in the case of armed robbery do we hear a plea of no contest. Are you sure about this, Mr Scofield? MICHAEL: I'm sure, your honour. VERONICA: Your honour, we'd like to recess if we could, my client's a bit confused at the moment. MICHAEL: I'm not, your honour. VERONICA: He is, your honour. [Veronica gives Michael a stern look] JUDGE: Perhaps you should heed your representation's advice. Take some additional time to consider your response. MICHAEL: I've already done that, your honour. JUDGE: [As she writes something down] I'll retire to my chambers to determine sentencing. Court's recessed until 1:30. [The judge bangs her gavel. Michael turns, sees LJ and looks surprised] SECURITY GUARD: [To Michael] Come on, let's go. LJ: Uncle Mike? MICHAEL: I didn't want you to come. Go home, LJ. I didn't want you to see this. [Michael and Veronica are led out of the courtroom by the security guard] [Skips to Michael being taken to a holding cell by the same security guard, he is with Veronica] MICHAEL: He's not gonna take this well. VERONICA: Can you blame him? He's your nephew. He's beginning to get the idea that anybody he attaches himself to is gonna end up in prison. [Michael enters a holding cell and the security guard shuts the door and locks it] VERONICA: And he's not the only one who's starting to feel that way, Michael. [To the security guard] Will you give us a minute? SECURITY GUARD: One minute. [The security guard exits] VERONICA: Don't you understand? You just put the book in that woman's hand and she's gonna lob it at you like a grenade. Justice and punishment are the same thing to her. MICHAEL: I know. VERONICA: Then will you please tell me what's going through your head? MICHAEL: We've been over this. VERONICA: I've known you my entire life. You don't have a violent bone in your body. And I know you didn't need the money. MICHAEL: Veronica... VERONICA: Why won't you let me help you? MICHAEL: You've been good to me. My whole life. You have. But you've got to let me deal with this, okay? [Michael and Veronica are in the courtroom for Michael's sentencing] JUDGE: Given your lack of prior criminal conduct, I am inclined toward probation. However, the fact that you discharged a deadly weapon during the commission of the crime suggests malice to me. For that reason, I find it incumbent that you see the inside of a prison cell, Mr Scofield. It says here that you've requested to be incarcerated somewhere near your home here in Chicago. I'm willing to honour that. The closest level 1 facility to- VERONICA: Level 1? That's maximum security, your honour. JUDGE: I would ask counsel to refrain from interrupting me. As I was saying, the closest level 1 facility would be Fox River State Penitentiary. As for the term of your sentence, I'm setting it at 5 years, you'll be eligible for parole in half that time. Sentence to be carried out immediately. [The judge bangs her gavel] [We see a prison and it says "Fox River State Penitentiary, Joliet, Illinois." We then see a room full of prisoners being checked into the prison. There is a line of prisoners stood in their underwear waiting to be checked, another line collecting their prison clothes, some other are sat down filling out forms, and we see another room where prisoners are getting changed] PRISON GUARD #1: Okay, folks, step inside the door, check yourself for bugs, when you hear the knock, step out, keep the line moving. We ain't got all day to get this done. PRISON GUARD #2: Go. Move it. PRISON GUARD #1: Stop talking in line. Keep it moving. PRISON GUARD #2: Keep it moving. Heads down on the bench. [We see Michael rise from the bench, walks towards Bellick and hands him a form] BELLICK: Name and back number? MICHAEL: Scofield, Michael. 94941. BELLICK: You a religious man, Scofield? MICHAEL: Never really thought about it. BELLICK: Good, 'cause the Ten Commandments don't mean a box of piss in here. We got two commandments and two only. The first commandment is "you got nothing coming." MICHAEL: What's the second commandment? BELLICK: See commandment number one. MICHAEL: [Tuts] Gotcha. BELLICK: You talking out the side of your neck? MICHAEL: Come again? BELLICK: I said, are you being a smart-a**? MICHAEL: Just trying to fly low, avoid the radar, boss. Do my time and get out. BELLICK: There isn't any flying under my radar. MICHAEL: Good to know. [Bellick motions for Michael to leave by nodding towards the door. Michael exits. Bellick examines Michale's form and sees it sees that Michael has Type 1 Diabetes] [Michael stands in his cell looking out at the three levels of cells filled with prisoners in the A-Wing. Prison guards are patrolling the area] PRISONER #1: [To a prison guard] Man, can a brother get some air conditioning up here 'cause it's hotter than a crack ho's mouth, man. [We see a prisoner practicing fighting in his cell. We see another prisoner pa** something, probably a shank, to a prisoner in the next cell to his. We hear a buzz and a prison guard leads in some prisoners] PRISONER #2: [To Michael] Yo, fish! What you looking at!? You look kind of pretty to be up in here, man! Fish! [We see Sucre sat on the top bunk reading a book in Michael's cell] SUCRE: Suggest you take a seat, Fish. Ain't nothing to do up in here but serve time. Ain't nobody gonna serve it for you. [Michael sees one prisoner stab another, then drop the shank and run off. The other prisoners start shouting from their cell, some in joy, some in anger, and the prisoner that got stabbed starts screaming. Two prison guards rush to his side] SUCRE: [Now standing right behind Michael] Welcome to Prisneyland, Fish. [Michael stares at the man who had just been stabbed and looks quite scared] [Sebastain walks down the stairs in his house. It looks like he is looking for something. He gets to the bottom of the stairs and sees Veronica looking out of a window] SEBASTIAN: You want to talk about it? [Veronica turns, she is holding a gla** of wine] VERONICA: Ah, it's not worth talking about. SEBASTIAN: If it's keeping you up, it is. VERONICA: Oh, it's just... it's nothing, you know? Michael's case. SEBASTIAN: You did the best you could. VERONICA: Ah, but he didn't. He just sort of rolled over, he didn't put up a fight. It's not like him, I... I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking about him. SEBASTIAN: Hey, if it's on your mind, it's on your mind, right? Goodnight. [Sebastian exits] [In the Fox River courtyard, we see a sign on a fence that says "Sit Down When Shots Are Fired." A security guard opens a gate next to the sign, letting some prisoners into the courtyard. Michael and Sucre walk in together] SUCRE: Trey Street Deuces got the hoops, Nortenos got the bleachers, Woods got the weight pile, and C.Os got the rest. [As Sucre talks, we see a gang called the Trey Street Deuces playing basketball, a gang called the Nortenos sitting on the bleachers, a gang called Woods lifting weights, and a watchtower with guards looking out the window holding guns] SUCRE: I'm telling you, the guards are the dirtiest gang in this whole place. The only difference between us and them is the badge. MICHAEL: [About Westmoreland, who he sees holding a cat] Who's the pet-lover? SUCRE: He'll deny it, but he's DB Cooper. Parachuted out of a plane 30 years ago with a million and a half in cash. MICHAEL: Doesn't look like the type. SUCRE: Who does? [To Wholesale] Hey, what up, Wholesale? You okay? [Wholesale enters with another inmate] WHOLESALE: Hey, [inaudible] greater later. SUCRE: Yeah. [Wholesale eyes Michael up and down] WHOLESALE: What you doing with this fish, man? SUCRE: He's my new cellie. WHOLESALE: Oh. SUCRE: Wholesale's got it wired up at the commissary. Anything you want, he can get it for you. WHOLESALE: You keep handing out my jacket, I swear I'ma bust your grape. SUCRE: Man, you couldn't bust a grape in Napa, with nothing but a set of cleats on. What are you talking about? WHOLESALE: Man, you want to bust your gun- SUCRE: Oh, no, no, now you're talking, talking, talking... [They carry on talking as Michael steps away and zones out as he looks around the courtyard. He focuses on a yellow fire hydrant in front of the payphones, then on another hydrant just outside one of the fences, then on a third hydrant closer to himself, inside the courtyard, and finally, a drain right by his feet. He drops his magazine on the drain on purpose, then bends down and slips it through a gap in the drain] MICHAEL: I'm looking for someone. A guy named Lincoln Burrows. WHOLESALE: Linc the Sink? MICHAEL: That what they're calling him now? WHOLESALE: Yeah. As in he'll come at you with everything but the kitchen, snowflake. MICHAEL: Where can I find him? [Skips, we see Lincoln crouched down, leaning back against a wall by himself in a small fenced off area. Michael and Sucre are leaning up against a fence looking at him] SUCRE: Man k**ed the vice president's brother. In a month he's getting the chair, which means no one up this river's more dangerous than him 'cause he's got nothing to lose now. What are they gonna do? k** him twice? MICHAEL: There a way I can get to him? SUCRE: Oh, no. The only time those boys get out is for chapel and P.I. MICHAEL: P.I - what's that? SUCRE: Prison Industry. The guys that get along get to work. You know, painting, scrapping, making mattresses, you name it. I wouldn't get excited though if I were you, Fish. You ain't sniffing none of P.I. MICHAEL: Why's that? SUCRE: 'Cause John Abruzzi runs it. MICHAEL: John Abruzzi John Abruzzi? SUCRE: John Abruzzi John Abruzzi. Why you want to see Burrows so bad anyhow? MICHAEL: Because he's my brother. [Michel exits as Sucre looks at him in disbelief] Act 2Edit [Michael stands in his cell unfolding an origami swan. He looks up thoughtfully] [Flashback - Michael is visiting Lincoln in prison. Lincoln has to sit in a special booth in the visiting area because of his supposed high risk. Michael sits on the outside] LINCOLN: They denied the motion. MICHAEL: Then do it again. LINCOLN: I can't. That's it. May 11, that's the date, man. That's the date they, er, you know, execute me. MICHAEL: I know. LINCOLN: I didn't k** that man, Michael. MICHAEL: The evidence says you did. LINCOLN: I don't care what the evidence says, I didn't k** him. MICHAEL: [Welling up] Swear to me. LINCOLN: I swear to you, Michael. MICHAEL: But how did they get it wrong then? The courts, the appeals... LINCOLN: Don't know. Don't know. All I keep thinking on looking back on it is that I was set up. And whoever it was that set me up wants me in the ground as quickly as possible. [Back to Michael standing and thinking deeply as he looks out of his cell. We see Sucre sat at the table in their cell facing away from Michael] SUCRE: What's another word for 'love'? MICHAEL: What's the context? SUCRE: Oh, you know, the I-love-you-so-much-I-ain't-never-knocking-over-liquor-store-again context. [Michael laughs] SUCRE: Except, you know, cla**y. MICHAEL: Mm... SUCRE: I'm proposing to my girl if you got to know. MICHAEL: In a letter? SUCRE: You got a better way? MICHAEL: Face to face works pretty good. [Sucre turns around] SUCRE: This place ain't exactly the romantic spot. I'm gonna have her get on the Staten Island ferry, then once she can see the Empire State Building, she opens the letter, [he clicks his fingers excitedly] it's like almost being there. Except for the fact that I won't be there. MICHAEL: Try 'pa**ion'. [Sucre stands up and steps towards his bunk, leaning his notepad on there so he can write on it] SUCRE: Oh, oh, pa**ion, pa**ion, that's dope. [Whispers] Pa**ion. [Sucre writes in his notepad] SUCRE: How do you spell that? Is it P-A-S-H? MICHAEL: [Shaking his head] Uh-uh. SUCRE: No H? [LJ and his friend, Brian, cycle down an alley, in the city and pull up outside a door. They both have backpacks on. LJ buzzes at the door] BRIAN: LJ, hold up. LJ: Hold up? BRIAN: I don't think I can go through with this. LJ: Everything's gonna be fine. Trust me. [We hear a buzz and a man walks out of the door, straight past the two boys. LJ and Brian follow] [Skips to a man taking a big bag of marijuana out of his boot and handing it LJ, who puts it in his bag. The man is obviously a drug dealer. He closes the boot] DRUG DEALER: We understand each other then? LJ: Yeah. DRUG DEALER: Friday. Not Saturday, not Sunday, Friday. LJ: It's totally understood. DRUG DEALER: I don't want 100s, I don't want 5s, I don't want 1s. LJ: I know, I know. 10s and 20s only. [LJ pats him on the arm and him and Brian go and pick up their bikes. The drug dealer goes back inside and LJ and Brian begin to cycle away. We then see a man in a car] MAN: [Into a walkie-talkie] It's on. [The man starts his car. We see LJ and Brian cycling down an alley. Suddenly a police car pulls up in front of them and a policeman gets out] POLICEMAN #3: Police! [LJ and Brian go turn and run when they see another police car pull up behind them] [We see Michael walking in the courtyard. He approaches Abruzzi who is playing cards on a table two members of his gang] MICHAEL: Abruzzi, I need you to hire me at P.I. ABRUZZI: Beat it. MICHAEL: Maybe you ought to hear what I got to say. ABRUZZI: You've got nothing I need. MICHAEL: I wouldn't be too sure of that. [Michael places an origami swan on the table in front of Abruzzi] ABRUZZI: My mistake. Just what I need. [Abruzzi picks up the origami swan] ABRUZZI: A duck. MICHAEL: P.I, Abruzzi. You might find I could be of more a**istance than you think. [Abruzzi gives him a threatening look and his two groupies stand up to intimidate Michael] MICHAEL: [Backing off] Mull it over. Come find me when you're ready to talk. [Michael exits. Abruzzi throws the swan onto the floor nonchalantly] [We see a Butchers called Chiappetti Lamb and Veal. Inside, we see a bunch of butchers chopping up meat] MAGGIO: Alright, guys, pick it up! I want to get home tonight! [Smallhouse enters holding a file] SMALLHOUSE: Maggio. [Smallhouse motions for Maggio to come over to him, then places a picture down on a table. Maggio walks over and looks at it] MAGGIO: Yeah, so? SMALLHOUSE: That's the son of a b**h that fingered Abruzzi. MAGGIO: That's Fibonacci? [Maggio picks up the picture and studies it more closely] MAGGIO: I thought that punk was gone forever. SMALLHOUSE: Evidently, someone found him. MAGGIO: Somebody messing with us? SMALLHOUSE: This you're not gonna believe. [Smallhouse hands Maggio the file. Maggio looks in, looks back up at Smallhouse, and then back down again] MAGGIO: What is it? [Michael is in the infirmary with Sara. She inject his arm with a syringe] SARA: Tattoo looks fresh. [Quietly] All done. [Back to normal] I guess, being a diabetic, you don't mind needles? MICHAEL: I'm Michael, by the way. SARA: Scofield. I read your report. [Sara starts filling out a form] MICHAEL: And you are... SARA: Dr Tancredi will do. MICHAEL: Tancredi like the governor. You're not related, are you? [Sara ignores him, it look like she didn't want him to know this. Michael chuckles slightly] MICHAEL: Wouldn't think you'd find the daughter of Frontier Justice Frank working at a prison. A doctor, no less. SARA: I believe in being part of the solution, not the problem. MICHAEL: Be the change you want to see in the world. [Sara looks at Michael inquisitively] MICHAEL: What? SARA: Nothing, that was just my senior quote. MICHAEL: That was you? This whole time I was thinking it was Gandhi. SARA: [Laughs] Very funny. Sit tight. Put direct pressure on that, I'll be back in a sec. [Sara exits. Michael pulls an origami swan out of his shirt pocket, gets up and puts down a drain by the sink and sits back down. Sara enters] MICHAEL: So, how do we play this? You hook me up with a few a few weeks' supply? SARA: [Laughs] Nice try. No hypos on the floor. MICHAEL: [Laughs] I'm the farthest thing from a junkie. Trust me. SARA: I got news for you, Michael, "trust me" means absolutely zero inside these walls. The only way you're getting that insulin is if I'm administering it. MICHAEL: Guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other then. SARA: I guess so. [Sara exits] [We see the origami swan floating along the waterpipes. We then see a large patriotic building and subtitles read 'Secret Service Headquarters, Washington, D.C.' Inside, Hale enters an office] HALE: We're all clear on the Burrows execution. [We then see Kellerman sitting behind a desk doing paperwork] KELLERMAN: Good. HALE: Except for one thing. Bishop McMorrow is not in the fold. [Kellerman keeps looking through his paperwork, ignoring what Hale said] HALE: He's got a lot of influence with the Governor. They went to prep school together apparently. [Kellerman stops doing his paperwork and eyes Hale] HALE: Look, the closer it gets, the more I'm worried that the bottom is gonna fall out of this whole thing. [Kellerman sits back in his seat and sighs] KELLERMAN: Well, maybe it's time we arranged a visit with the good bishop then. [Hale nods una**uredly] KELLERMAN: Look, in one month it'll all be over. [In the prison chapel, we see the prison chaplain standing at the alter reading a pa**age from the Bible] PRISON CHAPLAIN: "The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, [We see Lincoln sat in the front row] and be crucified, and the third day rise again." And they remembered his words, and so should you. Good day, gentlemen, may God be with you. [The prisoners begin to exit the chapel. Lincoln waits and then stands up, he looks stressed. He begins to file out of the chapel when he sees Michael stood in front of him, he looks extremely shocked. LINCOLN: [Quietly] Michael? PATTERSON: [Out of shot] Let's go, come on, man, keep it moving. LINCOLN: [Approaching Michael] Why? PATTERSON: [Out of shot] Let's go, man, come on. MICHAEL: I'm getting you out of here. PATTERSON: [Louder] Burrows. Roll it up, happy hour's over. LINCOLN: That's impossible. MICHAEL: Not if you designed the place, it isn't. [Michael exits] [Veronica and Sebastian are looking through a wedding invitation designs book on the sofa in their front room. Sebastian opens an invitation design] VERONICA: Too formal. [Sebastian turns the page and points out another one] VERONICA: Too greeting card. SEBASTIAN: Well, we've got to make a decision sooner or later, you know. VERONICA: We have time. SEBASTIAN: [Laughs] We don't, actually. I mean, at some point we've got to pull the trigger on this thing. VERONICA: I don't want to rush this. We're only gonna do it once, we have to get it right. [Sebastian sets the book down on the coffee table and turns toward Veronica] SEBASTIAN: Honey, can I ask you something? VERONICA: Of course. SEBASTIAN: Are you putting this off? VERONICA: What do you mean? SEBASTIAN: I mean, are you having second thoughts? VERONICA: No. Honey, no. I'm not. SEBASTIAN: I don't know. I just can't help thinking this is about- VERONICA: It's not. I love you, and I want to be your wife. [They kiss] [Sucre is stood in the cell, Michael is sat on his bunk leaning against the wall] SUCRE: 'Pa**ion'? What were you thinking? MICHAEL: Hey, you went for it. SUCRE: Chick probably thinks I went sissy up in here. 'Pa**ion'... You know what? Got more than one syllable, too much talking. That's me from now on. One Syllable Sucre. 'Yes, no, love, hate... love.' MICHAEL: Give it time. SUCRE: Are you kidding? I proposed to her. That doesn't take time. Si or no. One syllable, man. [Michael smiles. Sucre leans against a wall, holding one of the metal bars on the cell door] SUCRE: She's supposed to come around for a conjugal on Tuesday. She's always calling me beforehand, letting me know she's coming. This time, man, I ain't heard a peep. [Pointing at Michael] You spooked her. [Michael smiles. Stolte enters, outside of the cell] STOLTE: Scofield. [Stolte bangs on the metal bars] STOLTE: Get it together, Pope wants to see ya. [Stolte exits] SUCRE: Not good, Fish. No one gets an audience with the Pope. Not unless he's real interested in what you got going on. [We see the outside of Warden Pope's office] POPE: Top of your cla** at Loyola. Magna cum laude, in fact. [Inside the Pope's office, we see him sat at his desk. He takes off his gla**es] POPE: I can't help wondering what someone with your credentials is doing in a place like this. [We see Michael sat opposite the Pope, on the other side of the desk] MICHAEL: Took a wrong turn a few months back, I guess. POPE: You make it sound like a traffic infraction. Like all you did was turn the wrong way up a one-way street. MICHAEL: Everyone turns up one sooner or later. POPE: [Getting up and walking around the desk towards Michael] The reason I called you here: I noticed in your I-file under 'occupation', you put 'unemployed'. [Pope sits down on the front of his desk] POPE: That's not true, now, is it? [Michael looks at the Pope but doesn't reply] POPE: I know you're a structural engineer, Scofield. [We see a large model of the Taj Mahal in an otherwise empty room. The Pope enters with Michael] POPE: Shah Jahan built the Taj Mahal as a monument to his undying love for his wife. My wife is quite fond of this story. It appeals to the romantic in her. Being married to someone in Corrections, terrible job. Wouldn't wish it on anyone. And yet, in 39 years, my wife has never complained. And the worst part of it is, I've never thanked her. [They begin to circle around the model building while looking at it] POPE: So, because I couldn't say it, I thought, you know, I could build it. Come June, it's our 40th anniversary. [The Pope thinks deeply for a second] POPE: But, here, look. [They bend down and look inside the model Taj Mahal] POPE: Problem is, I build anymore, it's all gonna come down like a house of cards. That's where I was hoping you could be of a**istance. And for the favour, I can offer you three days of work a week in here and it'll keep you off the yard. MICHAEL: Mm... [He stands up and consider the offer] MICHAEL: I can't do it. POPE: Son, it's better for me to owe you one in here than it is for you to owe me one, I can promise you that. MICHAEL: I'll take my chances. POPE: Then we're through here. [Louder] Guard. [We see a large, expensive-looking house. Inside, LJ is sat at the kitchen table with Lisa] LISA: Two pounds of pot? What were you trying to do? Set a record? [LJ smirks] LISA: It's not funny, LJ, you could be going to jail. [LJ realises this and becomes straight-faced] LISA: It's pretty obvious to me, you need some guidance. [Adrian enters] ADRIAN: Hey. [Adrian picks up a plate of food] ADRIAN: Thanks. [Adrian kisses Lisa on the forehead] LJ: From who? Old Daddy Warbucks? LISA: Give him a chance, he's a good man. LJ: We've got nothing in common. LISA: Where's this coming from, LJ? Last semester, you were getting almost all As and now... It's your father, isn't it? LJ: I don't have a father. LISA: It wasn't an immaculate conception, honey, trust me. Maybe it's time we went and saw him. [Lisa begins tidying up the table in front of her] LJ: Mom... [Lisa ignores him] LJ: Mom. Don't. LISA: I'm about as excited by the prospect as you are but something's got to give. You have got too much potential to be screwing up your life like this. [Lisa exits] [Visiting room at Fox River. Michael and Veronica are sat a table] VERONICA: What if they'd sent you to Taylorville or Marion and not here? MICHAEL: I think I'd be doing the same thing I'm doing in here. Eating Jell-O, drinking Kool-Aid... VERONICA: I know what you're doing. It's not the luck of the draw that you're in here with Lincoln. You forget I know you. Both of you. You two have the most dysfunctional idea of love I've ever seen. What, he beats you up to keep you off the streets, so you get yourself tossed into Fox River with him? To what? Save him? I deserve to know, I loved him as much as you did. MICHAEL: Pa**ed tense for you maybe. Not me. VERONICA: I gave him a shot when I got back from college, I did. Even with all the stuff that was going on with him, I did everything I could to make it work and he through it away. MICHAEL: You ever think maybe he was hurt that you left in the first place? VERONICA: Don't do this. Whatever it is you're doing, don't do it, there's a better way. I'm already appealing your case. MICHAEL: I told you to leave that alone. VERONICA: I've got in touch with the diocese about Lincoln, the bishop maybe able to help- MICHAEL: [Assertively] That won't stop it, it'll only delay it. [Michael looks behind him to check if anyone is in ears' reach] MICHAEL: [Quietly] You want to do something? You find out who's trying to bury him. VERONICA: Nobody's trying to bury him. The evidence was there. MICHAEL: The evidence was cooked. PRISON GUARD: [Out of shot] Visiting hours are now over. [A bell sounds. Michael and Veronica stand up and embrace, as do most of the people visiting their friends and family in the visiting room] VERONICA: Take care of yourself. MICHAEL: [Whispering in Veronica's ear] Someone wants him dead, Veronica. Something more is going on here. [Veronica stops hugging him] VERONICA: This is desperation, Michael. You're grabbing at straws, you're in denial. MICHAEL: Maybe. But I can't watch him die. I won't do that. [Veronica exits. We then see Burrows being led through into a building, he sees Veronica through some metal bars, she's signing out. She doesn't see him and walks away] [We see a large, expensive house. Subtitles read 'Bishop McMorrow Residence, Evanston, Illinois'. Kellerman and Hale approach the house, Kellerman knocks on the door. Bishop McMorrow opens the door] BISHOP MCMORROW: Gentlemen? [Skips to the three of them in Bishop McMorrow's office, the bishop sat behind his desk, Kellerman and Hale sat opposite] BISHOP MCMORROW: What is it about the Burrows situation that I can help you with? KELLERMAN: It's our understanding that you have great influence with the Governor. BISHOP MCMORROW: [Laughs] I wouldn't say it's 'great', or 'influence'. We're friends. KELLERMAN: It's also our understanding that you oppose the d**h penalty. BISHOP MCMORROW: [Nodding] I'm a man of God, how could I not? KELLERMAN: In this case, we're hoping to suspend that position. At least, temporarily. BISHOP MCMORROW: If the inmate appeals to me for intervention, how can I turn my back on him? KELLERMAN: You have a habit of answering a question with a question. BISHOP MCMORROW: And you have a way of asking questions that beg more questions. KELLERMAN: [Snickers] Are you saying you won't do it? BISHOP MCMORROW: I'm not a man to equivocate. [Kellerman and Hale look at each other] KELLERMAN: You're, what, 62 years old now, your excellency? BISHOP MCMORROW: That's right. KELLERMAN: I would a**ume, then, that you be well versed in how our government's tax system works. Taking personal capital gains under the church's tax shelter. That would be fraud, wouldn't it, your excellency? BISHOP MCMORROW: I will not be cowed into forsaking my beliefs. Not by you, or anyone else. KELLERMAN: Admirable. Good day, excellency. [Kellerman and Hale stand and begin to walk out. Bishop McMorrow stands] BISHOP MCMORROW: Mr Kellerman. What is it about this case that the Secret Service is so interested in? KELLERMAN: The man k**ed the vice president's brother. [Kellerman and Hale exit] [Abruzzi is in the courtyard using a payphone] ABRUZZI: What did you say? [We see Maggio, he's in the office at the Butchers, on the other end of the phone] MAGGIO: You heard me. Someone found Fibonacci. I'm looking at the photos right now. Son of a b**h has got a beard, sungla**es. Witness Protection if I ever saw it. ABRUZZI: Who was this someone? MAGGIO: I don't know, there's no return address on the envelope. There's just this folded up bird made of paper. ABRUZZI: Like origami? MAGGIO: Yeah, like that. Like origami. [Abruzzi hangs up the phone and walks away] [Skips to Michael in the courtyard. He stands above the drain he dropped the magazine down and sees both the magazine and the origami swan from the infirmary drain. He turns to see Westmoreland, with his cat in jacket as always, looking at him from the bleachers. Westmoreland looks back at his magazine. Michael goes and sits next to him] MICHAEL: You're Charles Westmoreland, right? WESTMORELAND: Do I know you? MICHAEL: I knew your wife before she pa**ed. WESTMORELAND: You knew Marla? MICHAEL: You mean Ann? WESTMORELAND: How did you know her? MICHAEL: We talked together, in Boston. WESTMORELAND: East Farmington. MICHAEL: You mean West Wilmington? [Westmoreland finally looks at him and stops reading, he's smiling] WESTMORELAND: No more tests. I promise. It seems you know everything about me. Who are you? MICHAEL: Michael Scofield. How did you get it in here? WESTMORELAND: First off, she's not an 'it', she's Marilyn, and she's grandfathered. Back from the days when prisoners were allowed a creature comfort or two. MICHAEL: I heard you were DB Cooper. WESTMORELAND: [Sighs] Every new face that comes in here, first thing they hear is that Charles Westmoreland's DB Cooper. I'll tell you like I tell them. You want the Cooper story? I can't give it is to you 'cause I'm not him. MICHAEL: That's too bad. I sort of wish it was true. Man's a legend. WESTMORELAND: Nowhere near as much as I wish it were true, friend. I'd have a million-five waiting for me on the outside. [Michael and Westmoreland spot Abruzzi approaching him with two of his cronies] WESTMORELAND: I'd put some gra** under him if I were you. [Westmoreland exits] MICHAEL: This thing would go a whole lot easier if you'd just hire me. ABRUZZI: What is this all about? MICHAEL: Say you were able to get outside those walls, would you have the people in place to make sure you disappeared forever? ABRUZZI: What do you care? MICHAEL: Just curious. ABRUZZI: Where's Fibonacci? MICHAEL: That's not the way it works. [Abruzzi begins to walk away, his two gang members approach Michael] MICHAEL: [Standing up and stepping forward] They come at me, John, I'm coming after you. ABRUZZI: [Turning back around] I doubt it. [One of Abruzzi's cronie's punches Michael in the kidney. Michael stumbles forward on purpose and punches Abruzzi in the face, who falls to the floor. Abruzzi's cronies grab Michael and throw him onto the bleachers as the other prisoners in the yard get excited. One cronie holds him down while the other beats him with a sock full of something, probably rocks. Michael elbows the cronie holding him down in the face but the other grabs him and throws him to the floor and carries on beating him. A C.O sees this from the watchtower and shoots the ground right next to Abruzzi's feet, who had stood up during Michael's beating. All of the prisoners in the courtyard drop to the floor, Abruzzi only to his knees] ABRUZZI: [To himself] Alright. [Abruzzi looks at Michael who is coughing and squirming in pain. C.Os guards run into the courtyard to seize Abruzzi] C.O: Get on the ground. [The C.O pushes Abruzzi to the ground] [Michael and the Pope are both standing in the Pope's office] POPE: [While pacing] I totally misjudged you, Scofield. I didn't think you were the agitating type. Behaviour like that will not be tolerated in my prison. 90 days in the shoe, that ought to be enough time to convince you of that fact. MICHAEL: 90 days? POPE: That's right. [Michael sees the date on a diary planner and thinks] POPE: Something you want to say? MICHAEL: It's just... I'm not of much value to you in the shoe. POPE: Value? MICHAEL: Mm. The Taj. It would be a shame for the 8th wonder of the modern world to collapse because the stress isn't properly propagated. POPE: Properly propagated? MICHAEL: Properly propagated. The joints are overloaded. They won't provide anywhere near the shear strength the completed structure will need. [Pope walks up closer to Michael] POPE: How much work are we talking? MICHAEL: You want it by when? June? POPE: Yes. MICHAEL: Then we better get started. Wouldn't you say? [McMorrow residence, Bishop Mcmorrow is sleeping in bed. We hear the floorboards creak and a shadow moves across the wall. The bishop wakes up] BISHOP MCMORROW: Who's there? [He leans forward and looks scard and confused. Then we see the end of a pistol with a silencer on it. The person holding the gun shoots Bishop McMorrow] Act 4Edit [Veronica's office, her a**istant knocks on the open door and walks in] LEGAL ASSISTANT: Bishop McMorrow was k**ed last night. Someone shot him while he was sleeping. I thought you'd want to know. VERONICA: Thanks. [Veronica's a**istant leaves. She sits back in he seat taking it in, she looks stunned. She looks at her calendar] VERONICA: Michael was right. [Skips to Veronica looking through a filing cabinet. She finds what she's looking for, takes it to her desk and removes the contents. It's Lincoln's case file] [Patterson enters the solitary confinement unit and looks through the small window in Lincoln's door] PATTERSON: Sink, you got a visitor! [Skips to Lincoln being led into the sealed off part of the visiting room. Lisa and LJ are on the other side of it] LISA: He was arrested. LINCOLN: For what? LISA: Possession of marijuana. [LJ kind of shrugs and doesn't look too bothered] LISA: I just figured he could use some fatherly advice before it's... [Lincoln gives Lisa a strange a look] LINCOLN: Gone forever? LISA: I didn't mean that. LINCOLN: I know you didn't. Thanks, Lisa. [Lisa exits] LINCOLN: Sit down. [Lincoln and LJ both sit, we see Lisa sit at a table in the background] LINCOLN: Dope, huh? Using or dealing? LJ: What's the difference? LINCOLN: Then what? You, er, think it gives you some kind of street cred? [LJ doesn't respond] LINCOLN: You've got a piece of the good life, take advantage. LJ: Look, I get it. The whole thing. She drags me in here, you give me a big speech, I walk a changed man. Straight As, Harvard, grow up and be a dentist. LINCOLN: It's better than being here. You've got to realise who's getting punished when you're doing the things you're doing. You think it's me? It's you. I did the same thing. Punished the old man 'cause he was gone, look where it got me. [LJ looks as though he's welling up] LINCOLN: I'm not asking you to love me. I already screwed up that chance long ago. I'm asking you to love yourself. You can still put the brakes on this thing. LJ: So that's what fatherly advice is like. [LJ stands up] LINCOLN: Where are you going? LJ: I've got homework. LINCOLN: They're putting me to d**h, LJ. In a month's time, I'll be dead. You get that? LJ: You're already dead to me. [LJ exits. Lincoln looks hurt] [Conjugal room, Sucre is waiting for Maricruz nervously. He stands up] SUCRE: Oh, no. [He looks at the clock and scratches his head. He is frustrated, he turns and walks towards the door when it opens. Maricruz is escorted in by a prison guard, she has flowers] MARICRUZ: Yes. SUCRE: What? You mean yes yes? MARICRUZ: Yes. SUCRE: Yeah? [Laughs with joy] MARICRUZ: Yes. [Maricruz runs toward Sucre and kisses him] MARICRUZ: Wait, there's just one thing. SUCRE: Of course. [They kiss] MARICRUZ: Mommy wants us to wait until you get out. SUCRE: Of course, (Spanish pet name). [Sucre goes to kiss Maricruz but she leans back] MARICRUZ: Oh, and we have to get married in a church. SUCRE: Okay, (Spanish pet name?) [He tries to kiss her but she pulls away again] MARICRUZ: A Catholic church. SUCRE: Wouldn't want to mess with a Catholic priest, would we? [Sucre unzips her jacket and pulls her towards him, falling back on the bed with her on top. She removes her jacket] [The infirmary, Sara is looking at something, Michael is sat down. Sara turns around to face Michael] SARA: You went to Loyola? MICHAEL: You've been checking up on me. SARA: I like to get to know my patients. [Sara sits down] SARA: I went to Northwestern, graduated two years after you did. MICHAEL: Maybe we met before. You know, drunk, out at a bar somewhere. SARA: [While writing something down] I would have remembered. MICHAEL: That a compliment? SARA: No. [Michael smiles] SARA: Hmm... MICHAEL: What? SARA: Your blood glucose is at 15 milligrams per deciliter. MICHAEL: So? SARA: That's hypoglycemic. Your body's reacting to the insulin like you're not a diabetic. Are you sure it's Type 1 Diabetes you've got? MICHAEL: Ever since I was a kid. SARA: Alright. You're not experiencing any tingling sensation, cold sweats, anything? [Michael shakes his head. The phone rings. Sara gets up and answers it. Michael gets and walks towards the window] SARA: Infirmary... Yes... Yeah, he did. [Michael sees a wire that goes from just outside the infirmary window all the way across to the prison wall] SARA: No, I did, and I do, I need him... Okay, um... [Michael's realises his hand is shaking, he grabs it to stop it] SARA: Great, well, I'll call him after lunch then. Thanks, I'm with a patient. Okay. [To Michael] I'd like to run some tests next time you're in. The last thing I want is to be administering insulin to a man who doesn't need it. MICHAEL: Yeah. Sure. SARA: Okay. [Conjugal room, Sucre and Maricruz are getting dressed] SUCRE: How did you get here, by the way? MARICRUZ: Oh, you know... SUCRE: I don't. That's why I asked. MARICRUZ: You know. Hector. SUCRE: What!? MARICRUZ: I didn't have any money for the bus so he offered me a ride. He was really sweet. [She puts her hand on Sucre's leg but he stands up and paces a little bit, he looks both sad and angry. Maricruz stands up, too] MARICRUZ: Honey, he's just a friend. SUCRE: How is that just a friend? I know Hector- I know men. Men and women can't be friends. A guy doesn't drive a girl 500 miles across state lines because he wants to be friends. [There's a bang on the door] PRISON GUARD: [Out of shot] That's it over, wrap it up. MARICRUZ: [Stepping towards Sucre and putting her hands on his face] Hey. You've got nothing to worry about, okay? It's you I'm marrying. SUCRE: It's not you I'm worried about. [Sucre kisses Maricruz] MARICRUZ: 16 more months. [They kiss. Maricruz walks towards the door, opens it, turns towards Sucre and blows him a kiss] MARICRUZ: I love you. [Maricruz exits] [Courtyard, C-Note shakes someone's hand] C-NOTE: Be easy, son. A'ight? [He is stood by himself for a second until Michael approaches him] MICHAEL: Sucre tells me you're local pharmacy. [C-Note looks over Michael's shoulder to Sucre, who nods] C-NOTE: What you need, man? MICHAEL: PUGNAc. C-NOTE: I only speak English, white boy. MICHAEL: It's an insulin blocker. Standard over-the-counter variety, you can get it at any pharmacy. C-NOTE: You can get that at medical then. MICHAEL: I can't get it at medical. C-NOTE: Why not? MICHAEL: [Smiling] Because they're already giving me insulin shots. C-NOTE: [Laughs] You're one mixed up cracker, you know that? MICHAEL: Can you get it for me or not? C-NOTE: Only if you tell me why is it you want to keep going back up to medical to get an insulin shot for which you don't need. MICHAEL: I like the ambience. C-NOTE: Uh-huh... MICHAEL: Are we in business? [Michael holds out some money. C-Note takes it and exits, Michael also exits in another direction] [Michael is sat on his bunk leaning against the wall. Stolte walks up to his cell and taps on the metal bars with some sort of ID card] STOLTE: Scofield. I don't know what you did but Abruzzi wanted me to give you this P.I card. [Michael gets up and walks to the metal bars and takes the card] STOLTE: Congratulations. You just joined the ranks of the employed. [Stolte exits as Michael examines the card] [A hallways somewhere in the prison, Lincoln and Michael are both on P.I, they're painting walls, they share a glance. Suddenly, Abruzzi appears behind Michael. Michael stops painting] ABRUZZI: Kudos, Fish. You've got spine. [Abruzzi walks away and Michael carries on painting] STOLTE: [Out of shot] Alright, cons, break it down! [The P.I workers pick up their painting things and begin filing out. Skips to them walking into another building. Michael and Lincoln walk over to a counter] LINCOLN: I saw Veronica came by yesterday. Still engaged to that guy? MICHAEL: Yep. [They hand their painting utensils over a counter to a prison guard] LINCOLN: Could have been me. MICHAEL: If you hadn't self-destructed. LINCOLN: You think I meant to knock up Lisa Rix? I was just being stupid. Hurt. Shouldn't have pushed her away though. MICHAEL: You pushed everyone away. LINCOLN: I'm an anchor. All I'll do is drive them down with me. [They exits as Westmoreland hands his things over the counter. We then see Abruzzi filling in what looks like a register, one of his cronies is behind him] CRONIE: Why did you hire him? ABRUZZI: Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. We see Michael sit down on a bench across the room. Abruzzi exits. Lincoln sits on a bench next to Michael] LINCOLN: You mean what you said earlier? MICHAEL: I'm not here on vacation, trust me. LINCOLN: Getting outside these walls, that's just the beginning. You're gonna need money. [Michael looks at Westmoreland across the room. Lincoln sees this and looks, too] MICHAEL: I'll have it. LINCOLN: And people on the outside. People that can help you disappear. MICHAEL: I've already got 'em. [Michael looks at Abruzzi across the room. Lincoln sees again and looks, too] MICHAEL: They just don't know it yet. LINCOLN: Look, whatever you got going on, fill me in. 'Cause I'm in the dark here. MICHAEL: Chapparal Associates got the contract to retrofit this place in '99. $4 million contract, head partner couldn't crack it. So he sub-contracted it out, an under-the-table sort of deal with a former a**ociate. That guy was one of the partners in my firm. We basically ghost-wrote the whole plan. Crossed the Ts, dotted the Is, grouted the tiles... [Michael stands up, walks to his locker and opens it. We see Lincoln in deep thought] LINCOLN: You've seen the blueprints? MICHAEL: Better than that. [We see Michael, topless, his torso and arms are covered in tattoos] MICHAEL: I've got 'em on me. [Lincoln looks, he is stunned and amazed] LINCOLN: Are you kidding me? Am I supposed to be seeing something here? MICHAEL: Look closer. [The tattoo turns into an actual blueprint for the viewers, not for Lincoln]