You can still come with me.
Then we still meet up. Exactly where we planned.
Bolshoi. L.J's gonna be with me.
You remember how to get there?
Thursday night. 6 o clock. It's our last shot. If we do this right, we're gone - forever.
Lotta ground to cover in 3 days.
All right. Take care. [hugging Michael]
They'll be gunning for you. They'll get you any way they can so...
Tell L.J. Tell him I said there'll be a surf board with his name on it.
Are you Catholic? Not much good on it. Lot of guilt. But the one good thing is confession. Whatever you got eat in on you, you just give it up. Feels good I have to say, guess is letting it out, letting another human being hear.
I have nothing to say, man.
What if I told you something, secret nobody else knows. Oscar Shales. Guy I was chasing a few years back. Smart as hell. I kept just missing him. Became kind of a game like chess. Would have almost been fun if it wasn't for the fact that he were killing people all along the way. Bodies kept stacking up and I started to feel that it was because of me because I couldn't do my job, because I wasn't smart enough. Never did catch him, but I did lose it. Saw things when I was driving at night. Bodies. Nightmares to the point that I couldn't sleep. It was a complete break from reality.
That's what these little guys are for. Keep me in the game. So now you know. Now it's off my chest. Oughta try it sometime.
Like I said before, I ain't gonna tell you nothing.
We were talking about confession earlier and I think I owe you an apology because I lied to you about Oscar Shales. Smart-ass just kept pushing it. I snapped. Right there. That's where I put the bullet in him.
I don't care about none of this.
The thing about that is that forensics will tell the whole tale. Powder burns. The gun was right against his head.
Yo, sir. I think we should go back in...
See that's what's good about confession. You know, because you say something, you get it off your chest and it just goes out there into the whole world and I'm so sorry about this kid because I really hope you understand.
What does an origami bird have to do with any of this?
Michael Scofield sent it to her? And since your brilliant plan to eliminate Sara Tancredi from the equation failed so completely -
I wouldn't say it failed completely...
There's a dead woman in a phonebooth. Civilian. Certain number of bodies you can sweep under the rug. President's rug is getting so full you can barely stand on it.
Look Michael, I understand if you have to keep going, you know?
Just shut up. I'm not going anywhere.
No, no, just think about it -
You know, if I leave, you drown.
The water level's getting higher, Sucre. How many seconds can you hold your breath? 45? 60? That’s how long you’ve got to live if I take off.
How long have you got if you stay? How long ‘til the dogs lead the cops to you?
What you're suggesting is not an option.
Look, I ain’t tryin’ to be a hero or nothin’. We both know there’s only two things that can happen now. Leave me here, or we both get caught.
Hey, I'm not an idiot. I was on the run too, you know.
Yeah, you were on the run. And you got caught.
Yeah, well I'm sorry I'm not a pro at being a con like you, dad!
I saw you checking out those girls back at the diner.
I was just making sure they weren't staring at us.
With what? Their asses? Beautiful girls in Panama. They love Americans.
So, how long have you known about girls?
She was the kid next door. She was about f-
Four years older than me?
Your mom was paying her for French lessons.
Well, she earned the money.
Pam, I really can't talk right now.
Maybe I should call back.
I think you already know.
If you've done anything to Pam or my boy...
We both know your family's fine, although Pam did seem a little upset about you leaving. But then you had to, didn't you? Because you couldn't let her find out.
Oscar Shales. You remember? The one that got away. Except he didn't get too far, did he?
Ah, you're slippin' Scofield.
Maybe. Let's hypothesize for a moment. Let's pretend I was the one who caught Shales. I don't think I could've just handed that psychopath over to the court. Not after he'd eluded me for so long. Made me look bad.
You been out in the sun way too long, boy.
You feds make a nice living. But not so nice you go around tearing up expensive sod. Not unless you had to do a little digging. Not unless you had to hide something. Or someone. That's what all the lye was about, wasn't it? See because there are two kinds of lye. In small amounts the first one can be a gardener's best friend. In large bags the other kind decomposes bodies.
Ah, you should write mystery novels.
I don't know about you, but if I'd buried someone in my own backyard, I'd think about it all the time. I'd think... I'd think maybe I should move that body. But then I'd remember that DNA leaches into soil. So even when the body was gone the proof of what I'd done would still be there. I can imagine how it feels. The pressure. The constant fear. Its more than a man can bear. I'm giving you a chance. Back off. Let me and my family disappear. And in return, I'll keep your little secret. How does that sound?
I know its not how you wanted us to play out. But sometimes things happen that are just... out of your control. This is one of those times. Take care of yourself.
I'll see you soon Michael. Oh! And Michael, it just may be sooner than you think.
I've arranged for us to meet in Panama. We are meeting up with my brother tomorrow.
Wait, that's your plan? To run away to Panama with the two most wanted men in America? Michael, I came here because I thought you were going to have real answers for me.
This is an answer. And right now, it's the only one we've got.
Running away into the sunset with the man who lied to me? Really? I mean, did you know about the other guys? Did you know that I would be putting T-Bag back out into the street?
I never meant for that to happen. I was doing what I needed to do. My brother was going to die.
First word of advice: Stop. Because when you get close, I will win everytime.
I'm not the one in the cage.
No, you're not. There's one big difference between you and I, Michael. You just proved it. You can't kill. And that's what it's going to take to stop me because I don't have the same reservations. I can't. So whether it's today in Gila, or tomorrow in Albuquerque, or two months from now in Panama... I will get you. [whispers] I don't have a choice.
Michael, tell me something. You think there is a part of you that enjoys this?
Peroxide in an open wound? No.
I mean, escaping from prison and being on the run, and the danger, and the fear, and the rush and all that. It uh... it feels to me like chasing a high? And... and I know what that's like and I should know better by now.
Never really thought about it like that.
