Previously on Prison Break:
These are GPS ankle monitors. Now, step up, take one and put it on.
When the exchange is over, you and I are gonna spend some quality time.
These aren't release papers.
I did the best I could. You need to sign those so I can collect Roland's device.
You want me to give up the one thing that makes me valuable?
You knew the deal when you came on board.
Wanna flush it down because you made a bad move?
This man just came into a $100,000 inheritance.
I don't recognize him. -If you see him, please give us a call.
You don't work for the IRS? I don't.
Who do you work for? As of now, myself.
I'm an associate of General Krantz.
The general, he likes his privacy.
I knew you were rotten from the beginning.
I want you to walk me through this...
...and if you can't, well, I'm gonna call the authorities.
Cole Pfeiffer.
Who the hell are you?
The last time a pretty little filly like yourself...
...knocked me senseless and tied me to a chair...
...I had to pay for it.
You still might.
That book was a gift from a very dear friend of mine...
...who left this realm all too soon.
The only thing that James Whistler ever gave anybody was the clap.
You have 30 seconds to tell me something that I don't already know.
I followed that book, uh, from Panama City...
...where James Whistler and I were co-incarcerated...
...Io a bus locker in San Diego.
Inside was information pertaining to this apartment.
Scylla.
How about that? Does that ring a bell?
What do you know about Scylla?
I'm the one holding the keys.
Because without me...
...that bird book's about as meaningful as a fart in a windstorm.
I've commandeered Whistler's alias.
I infiltrated his place of business...
...because it's the gateway to the whole damn thing.
Where's the location?
What are you bringing to the jamboree, darling, huh?
Aside from those baby blues and a Kn*fe?
This is me.
This is Scylla.
And this is you.
I'm gonna get Scylla.
And it can either be with you...
...or through you.
So why don't you give me that informed decision right now...
...before I spill your hillbilly guts all over the carpet.
Because you're messing with the wrong bitch.
How may I be of service?
Unbelievable. We were planning to move on Scuderi...
...when he chartered the flight.
No chance you dragged your feet waiting for Scuderi to charter the flight?
Yeah, we wanna drag this out.
The location's pretty convenient, wouldn't you say, Linc?
Scuderi splitting town kind of caught us a break, huh?
Would you shut him up?
We could wait till he comes back.
AgriSow makes farm chemicals. It's not Fort Knox.
You wanna bet? Their patents are worth billions.
Which is why companies tend to keep a very close eye on those patents.
We could breach through security, in a week.
We could get in the guy's house, week, minimum.
We could follow the guy for 12 hours and have card five by midnight. How's that?
How does this sound? If you're not back by midnight, you're going to jail.
-Yeah, don't I know it. -Let's talk outside.
So, what's the plan?
We're going to Vegas.
Oh, hell, yes. Yo, I call shotgun, huh? Who's got--? Hey. Yeah?
What do you wanna talk about, Agent Self?
I've been part of hundreds of operations during my career...
...and I've never been on the top of someone's hit list.
-What are you talking about? -If this hit man can find me once...
...it's only a matter of time...
...until he creeps up in the back of my rear-view mirror again.
That's not true. You'll never see him coming at all if he's coming after you.
-That's comforting. -You think I want that? You're dead...
...we're all back in jail.
You were an agent longer than me. What's my play here?
Ha, ha. Okay, let me get this straight...
...you turn your back on me and now you wanna know my play?
That was your fault. What would you have done?
I've tracked down rapists, K*llers, even former m*llitary...
...but a structural engineer from Illinois was able to get to me.
-You wanna know how? -Yeah, I wanna know.
He stopped running.
He got aggressive. He took the game to me.
That's your play.
That's your only play.
I shouldn't have to remind you that k*lling a federal agent...
...is a complicated matter, even in our line of work.
Perhaps Mahone is just the tip of the iceberg.
We've been searching for the link...
...between supermax and Burrows and Scofield.
I believe we've found it.
If Scofield and Burrows are working with the government...
...we've got a much bigger problem than one bureaucrat at Homeland Security.
But it begins with that bureaucrat.
And if Don Self is the head of the snake...
Make it look like an accident.
My fee just doubled, by the way.
-Hello? -Uh, hi, is this Brad?
Yeah.
You came by my office a couple days ago...
...looking for a guy who had inheritance coming to him.
Right.
I know where he is.
She wants 2 grand first. I'm meeting her at noon.
The card's more important, so Vegas first, then we deal with T-Bag?
Shut up.
I'll stay.
All right.
Linc, take Sara and Sucre...
...and Roland to Vegas.
The rest of us...
...we'll handle T-Bag.
You heard the man. Let's go.
Hey. Um...
-Promise me something, would you? -Yeah.
Can you get me Carrot Top's autograph?
Because I just think that would make this whole thing worthwhile.
Be safe.
Hey, yo, Vegas, b*tches! Ha, ha!
He should have the information by now.
What the hell's taking Bellick so long?
Yes?
She wants more money.
How much more?
I don't know. You gotta come talk to this chick.
Hold on. Hold on.
What's going on, Bellick?
Believe it.
Sorry, guys, I walked right into it too.
Let's go, man. Go. Go. Come on, tie them up. Go.
You have no idea who you're working with, honey.
Why don't we skip the theatrics and you just tell us what you want?
I'd love to put a hole right in your head.
Tie him up.
Him too.
Let's all get in the van.
Come on. Let's all get in the van, now.
You too, Mahone.
Mahone.
Mahone.
I remember the day we met, pretty.
You were a scared little college boy sitting up on those bleachers...
...trying to keep your ass out of the game.
Now look at you. Cold, hard.
Like a dried-up flower wanting to get watered.
Just tell me what you want.
I want to make you bleed.
I wanna release the sinner inside of me...
...that got me incarcerated SO many years ago.
But it seems you caught yourself a break, pretty.
I need you.
Now...
...you're gonna cooperate right quick, or so help me...
...I'm gonna stump you till you can't stand.
Pages. Look at them.
-Looks like some kind of map, right? I don't know.
You know enough to chase me down looking for this.
Now, don't lie to me.
Whatever's in that book, it is bigger than you and me.
What, like Scylla big?
This is not a game, Theodore.
Now, you need to tell me who you've been talking to.
I don't need to do a damn thing.
That's the benefit of being the man with the g*n.
Now...
...you're gonna write down everything that you already know about Scylla.
And everything you learned...
...in that book.
Or I'm gonna paint these walls with your gray matter.
Get to work.
Hello? All right, I'll be right there.
Self. Hey.
Michael's position hasn't changed since you called.
Bagwell's a psychopath with a plan. He needs something from Michael.
And as long as Michael doesn't give it to him, he'll keep breathing.
-All right, well, I'm coming with you. -No, no, no. I got it.
Stick to the plan.
Forget about Maricruz.
Think she didn't know her sister was trying to set you up?
You better get some ass in Vegas.
We're here to copy the card, then we leave, you got it?
You heard from Michael? No. Why?
Nothing.
I want this thing done. Vegas ain't my town.
What a fool, huh? How could anyone not love this place, right?
Check this out.
Right there, the Asian guy. I know I've seen him some place before.
So, what do you have for me?
-So, what's GATE? -Excuse me?
It's on that box.
-Why do you wanna know? -Just curious.
What if I was to tell you I think you're just stalling.
Biding time till you can figure out some MacGyver way to get you out of here.
You've got that g*n pointed at the one person who can help you...
...80 stop wasting my time.
Come here. Aah!
Come on. Ow! Ow!
Ow! Please don't hurt me. Ow.
How about her, huh?
How about her, Michael? Any reason why I shouldn't k*ll her?
Let's do a test, huh?
Oh, no.
-How far gone is Michael Scofield, huh? -Michael, just tell him what he wants.
Please.
How far gone is Michael Scofield?
Please don't let him. Please.
When did it happen, Michael? Please don't let him.
When did you stop caring about hurting people, huh?
Fox River? Sona?
You gonna keep dragging your feet while I put a b*llet in her brain?
Why don't you put that g*n down?
I'll put it down when you start writing. Let her go, T-Bag.
T-Bag, come on, man, let her go.
Last chance. Three, two, one. T-Bag. T-Bag.
All right. All right.
The pages, they fit together.
But it's not a map.
It's a blueprint.
For what?
Please.
Bellick is wearing a government-issued ankle monitor.
My guess is that Scofield has one too.
I knew that son of a bitch was slow-walking me.
Any minute, federal agents could come blasting through that door.
So, what do we do?
I need you to get the make and serial number off that monitor.
Feel free to pitch in here.
If Scofield finds out I'm involved, this is over.
We need to keep him on point. Now, get out there and get that information.
-What about the agents? -Let them come.
How do we even know this guy's out gambling?
The guy's got $300,000 in credit and a comp room.
He's here. Keep looking. Hey, Sara.
Hey. This may not be the best time, but I still haven't heard from Michael.
-They must be dealing with T-Bag. -Come on.
-What? -Vegas just isn't your town?
Everything I've heard about you, that would be a change of pace.
-I guess so. -Lincoln?
Please talk to me.
-Michael told you about mom? -No.
They were much alike. They got the same mind.
As mom got older, she started to lose it.
We later found out it was a symptom of a brain tumor. Hama--
-Hamartoma. -Yeah.
As a kid, she got nosebleeds.
They stopped. In her 30s, they started up again.
She later d*ed of a brain aneurysm.
You're telling me this because Michael and his mother are similar in that way.
He had nosebleeds as a kid.
They stopped, and the last couple of days, they started up again.
How old was your mom when she passed away?
Thirty-one.
Michael's just turning 31.
Um...
-Yeah? -I found him.
Keep an eye on him.
Okay.
Andrew Blauner?
Uh, yeah.
Can I help you?
I hope so.
Any boyfriends or roommates I should know about?
No.
Any deliveries scheduled for today?
No.
I'm giving you one more--
What is all this?
You okay?
They told me not to talk to you.
They? Who's they?
This is Whistler's blueprint.
It's the building where we can find Scylla.
In other words, it's GATE.
Where's Scylla?
I can't be certain until I see the building itself.
I'm pretty sure it's somewhere down here below this office.
-What is Scylla? -It's the Company's little black book.
I want you to take me to GATE, now.
Because you can smell that Scylla money, can't you?
That's what you're in it for, just like me.
Say it.
Come on. I want you to say it.
I'm in it for the money.
You see...
...we ain't so different after all.
-Yes? -Don Self is not at his house.
Looks like he cleared out.
Notify our people inside the bureau and LAPD.
I doubt that he can have gotten very far.
-Sir? -Not now.
Don Self is here to see you.
What would you like to do?
Here you go, sir.
Gotta warn you, friend, she's cold.
Good luck, pal.
Stay with him.
-Scofield's getting somewhere in there. -Man works fast.
He can't get any further without seeing my former place of employment.
Did you take care of our little troll problem?
Don't even think about doing this to me. My name is on the door.
If I didn't think you were valuable, you'd be dead already.
Grab a leg.
Wait.
It's just a little sensory overload, guys. There just wasn't any room for the card.
If we turn the device on in the casino, it fills up on all the data from the slots.
Yeah.
-Like when they're about to pay out. -It's completely unintentional.
Really? It's not why you built the thing in the first place?
-If we didn't need you-- -No. But you do.
So just take a brewski and chill, all right?
Okay, we need to figure out a way to get Scuderi alone.
-Yeah? -The old man just showed up at the pool.
From what he's wearing, there's no way he's got the card on him.
Stay with him.
The card's in his room.
Tell me, Donald, how did you play this moment out in your head?
Did you picture yourself coming in here...
...chest out, jaw squared, ready to demand answers?
Did you, at any time in your fantasy, imagine that you would be this nervous?
Honestly, I didn't think much past giving you these.
Berlin.
Nigeria.
The Comrie Group.
Why not JFK and the Lindbergh baby while you're at it?
Son, these matters have been fully vetted. They're relics.
I had nothing to do with them.
If this is why you've been pulling data on me...
...I could have saved you a lot of trouble.
Well, these records and a sealed letter...
...explaining my investigation into your involvement with these matters...
...were sent to five lawyers across the country. If anything happens to me...
...if I go missing, anything. If I wind up dead, that letter is to be unsealed--
And they will find cold trails that lead nowhere near me.
It doesn't matter. If a government agent looking into you...
...is found floating in the L.A. River or whatever else you have planned...
...your life, general, will change dramatically.
There will be questions, media coverage and surveillance.
Whatever you and the Company are trying to do...
...with your Laos game or whatever else you have planned...
...will be next to impossible with thousands of eyes on you.
Okay, so back off of me.
You are not the first person to attempt something like this.
Most of the others I now fondly call my colleagues.
They've learned to put their determination and focus to better use...
...and with far greater compensation.
Wrong guy.
We'll see.
"Dear Mr. White, due to unforeseen circumstances...
...I regret to inform you that I will no longer perform services at GATE.
I thank you for this opportunity.
I am sorry if this places you in a difficult position.
I have simply not been able to escape these circumstances.
Thank you for the wonderful, enriching opportunity."
Blah, blah, blah.
Does it sound like you?
Yeah.
Good. Yeah.
Look, I don't even know who you are, okay?
-Just let me go. -Shut up.
And you wondered how I got to be the top salesman in the Northeast region.
I'm sorry, okay?
I'm sorry.
Consider this a warning.
Oh, God.
Old Teddy Bagwell may be Coosa County trash...
...but Cole Pfeiffer's a man of refinement.
One of the GATE Corporation's tippy-top sellers, matter of fact.
Step into my office.
Well, there should be a room, 8-by-10.
-Whistler's point of entry. -That's a closet.
No, it's not.
Hi. Tonic and lime, please.
Thank you.
I'm in the middle of a nightmare. I wonder if you could help me.
It's my 22-year-old cousin's bachelorette party.
-That's hardly the salt mines. -Oh, wait for it.
There's a scavenger hunt...
...and my team has tasked me with getting a photograph in a whale's suite.
I'm a whale?
You have a very scary bodyguard and a very gorgeous watch.
You wanna take a picture in my room?
I realize it's a completely inappropriate request...
...but they're already calling me a wet blanket.
I'm sorry, I just can't help you.
What if I said please? I'm actually a little desperate.
Best of luck.
Drink's on the gentleman.
-Have a nice day. -You too.
Don't take it personally. You're not his type.
Right before you sat down, he asked me if I like to party.
Absolutely not. No way. Come on.
Take one for the team. Maricruz will never know.
-I'm gonna snap his neck. -Get to his room, stay two minutes.
-In the meantime, what? In the elevator? -Play hard to get. Let him nuzzle a bit.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, whoa. What option we got?
Come on, man, what option we got? Give me one.
You can't. Here.
Go ahead, there's nothing back there.
I know.
Do you have anything sharp?
So, what are you hearing Scylla's worth?
Me, I'm hearing millions.
Is that a rough ballpark in terms of what you've been told?
What do we have here?
You better back up.
You and me in a dark hole.
Just like old times, pretty.
You first.
How the chips falling for you?
Spent my last buck on the beer.
What are the options when you're broke in Vegas?
I guess I gotta work that out, huh?
What if you didn't have to?
I may have a little business to throw your way.
What kind?
The easy kind.
With a thousand-dollar payout.
What's your cognac?
I never had it.
I got a 200-year-old bottle in my suite.
Join me.
This is private business...
...between men.
They're on their way up.
-Get ready. -I love it. Mr. Macho-Man.
Unh. Well, well, well.
What's next?
I don't know. Why don't you figure it out? I'm done helping you.
Sounds like someone's caught in the old captivity of negativity.
Let's get you in a more affirmative mindset.
What's next?
I think I'm gonna lock you in this room.
And then you're gonna be arrested and taken back to Fox River.
Ha-ha-ha.
Now, just how do you plan on--?
Y'all have no idea what you're doing.
-Scofield, you can't do this without me. -Self's on his way.
Michael! I got your message.
Y'all have no idea what you're doing.
Thanks, Alex.
-Great city. -I guess so.
That's the thing about Vegas. It doesn't judge you.
Any form of pleasure's acceptable here.
Ahh.
Am I crazy, or is there a note of plum in there?
Maybe.
Have a seat.
-Did you serve? -Serve who?
In the m*llitary.
You look like a devil dog.
No, sir. I've never been in the service before.
Filling up nice. Sucre must be in close proximity.
Getting oiled, most likely.
One and a half tours in Vietnam.
Purple heart in a friendly fire exchange near Hue.
I'm sorry to hear it.
What I learned at Hue...
...though valuable...
...also cost me a great deal.
Specifically, 3 square inches of upper-groin thigh meat.
And with that...
...my reproductive and sexual function.
-So you can't--? -Mr. Villalobos...
...I'd like you to meet my wife.
I'm Alexa.
You want me to bang your wife?
I'm gonna pay you a thousand dollars.
He's got a minute, then I'm going after him.
Did you copy the card? Yup.
All right, download that. We got five minutes.
Well? His wife was up there.
And...?
Stays in Vegas.
Come on, darling.
Uh, hey, guys.
I'm gonna go hit the head and I'll be out in a minute, all right?
Yes.
Two-- Two-- Two-- Two pulls. All right.
Two spins.
There he is. Two pulls and he won the progressive.
Where the hell is he? I'll go get him.
-Mr. Glenn. -We got a problem.
It was made clear you weren't welcome in any Nevada gaming establishment.
I was told there was a five-year ban-- -No such thing was said to you.
-What's that do? -It's a battery pack for a game console.
You'll need to buy a new one.
I already downloaded the card onto my laptop.
And I can build another device.
You said this one takes months. We don't have months.
You know what? We ought to leave your ass in the desert.
Let's get back to L.A. and let Self sort him out.
Let's go.
No!
Michael.
Michael.
He has some set of lungs.
-How's Bellick and the girl? -All taken care of.
I'm gonna keep T-Bag in protective custody until we get Scylla.
I'm gonna make somebody at the Illinois DOC very happy.
But more importantly, what was that room downstairs?
That's not where they keep the device that decodes Scylla?
No. That's just what T-Bag thought.
The road to Scylla only begins down there.
This is the room where we've got T-Bag now.
Past the south wall, there's an access tunnel...
...that runs for about 300 yards or so.
We get through that, we're in. That's where we decode Scylla.
This is where General Krantz's office is. There you go.
I was there. The security in that place is unbelievable.
And according to the blueprints, the substructure is exposed.
Shouldn't take more than 24 hours to get in.
It's only gonna take 24 hours?
All we have to do is get that last card first.
Well, based on what I've deciphered so far...
...we're gonna need around-the-clock access to GATE starting immediately.
If you can get us suits and IDs, we could go in as IRS agents auditing the books.
Considering the racket they're running, nobody would have a problem believing.
-Can you make that happen? -Yeah, I can do it.
It's under the can.
Hello?
We have a lot in common.
Yeah? Who is this?
Just another interested party in what you're up to.
Yeah, what's that? Scylla.
Open the envelope.
The pages I've got only go up to 77.
Is this more blueprint?
I don't know.
What do you want?
I don't know what you've done with Bagwell. Unless I see him...
...you're not getting the pages.
Is that right? Give me that.
Who is this?
Hello, Michael.