Well... if you're watching this, I'm glad. Because it means you're safe. And that's all I ever wanted. I wish I could be there with you, but, as you probably know now, I wouldn't have had much time anyway. So... I made my choice and... I don't regret it. Anyway... not that long from now, there's gonna be another little Scofield running around. And Linc, I want you to promise me, no matter what, they're gonna grow up knowing their uncle is never far away. And Sara, I want you to promise me that you're gonna keep an eye on Linc, as you may have noticed his tendency to get in trouble. You know...we spend so much of our lives not saying the things we wanna say, the things we should say, we speak in code and we send little messages... origami... so now... plainly... simply... I want to say that I love you both... very much. And I want you to promise me that you're gonna tell my child... that you're gonna tell my child... how much they're loved every day. And remind them how lucky they are to be free. Because we are. We're free now... finally! We're free!
My name is Michael Scofield, and I'm a fugitive. Three weeks ago, I was in a Panamanian prison. While I was there, I was approached by The Company. The Company is a corrupt organization involved in all levels of industry and government. They gave me two options: break one of their men, James Whistler, out of that prison or else they would kill the only woman I ever loved, Dr. Sara Tancredi. I held up my end of the deal, and I broke Whistler out. But The Company... They killed Sara anyway. I don't know why The Company wanted James Whistler out of prison, but I've tracked him here to Los Angeles. He's with another Company agent I know only as Gretchen. The same agent who murdered Sara. This ends today. I came here seeking justice. The justice I now know the system cannot provide. So, if you're reading this letter, you'll know I died avenging Sara's death.
I can hardly believe it myself. Look, what we must do is make sure that cosmic justice rains down upon him, for once we obtain the good General's card, there ain't hardy nothing standing in between us and Mr. Feng's 125 million dollars.
[Door opens to reveal Gretchen in a school girl outfit]
[to Donald Self] Tell me when I'm getting warm. You hand-picked Michael Scofield and the bunch, trucked them all out here on Uncle Sam's dime, to do your bidding, and now they're standing right in the cross hairs for what you did. I always said cops where more crooked than criminals. Let me guess- a little, little slice of heaven, is that what is was for? Gambling debt? Maybe you're a... a geologist of the rock candy variety?
I was Cole Pfeiffer. Respected businessman. Top salesman in the Northeast Region. Now I'm back being prisoner of my own identity. Theodore Bagwell. Convict. To hell with it. We are who we are, right?
You know, my daddy was a religious man, too, Ralph, just like you. We used to pray together in my room at night. I used to go down to the floor crying just like you now. Sometimes when I just couldn't take it no more, my daddy would recite a particular piece of scripture that he was fond of. "Weeping may endure through the night--
Come on. After all we've been through, we can't be honest with each other? Your little photo shoot. And your weak ass attempt at the sixth card. You wanted him to know you were involved, right? Come on. He punished you, treated you like crap-- just like your real daddy. You want at least one of them to pay for it, right? Come on, Gretchen. I-I know you. I did my homework.
