Previously on Prison Break I'm giving you an opportunity to avoid 15 years in jail.
-In exchange for? -Scylla.
These are GPS ankle monitors. I'm your boss.
And if I ask you to put on a monitor, you put on the monitor.
Whistler's assignment was to drop off Scylla to a Company executive.
And his job was to protect it.
When this is all done, you and me, we're gonna settle up.
I'm looking for Alex.
Mom. We're done talking.
Hey, hey. You don't wanna go in there. You don't wanna go in there.
Where are Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows?
I swear to you, I have no idea where they are.
-What's wrong? -Whatever it is, it ain't it.
If Scylla was like a pizza, all we got is a slice.
So Scylla isn't one card. It's six.
Hey. What did you pull us into? Excuse me?
Figured you'd get us on the hook so we could find out how screwed this was.
-What the hell are you talking about? -The card, Agent Self.
-I'm talking about the card. It's useless. -Wait, hold on. You already got the card?
Yes, but without the other five cards, it means nothing.
And I can only assume you knew that.
What other five?
Don't.
What other five?
Roland downloaded the card. There's no Company data on the card.
So without the other five cards, it's unreadable.
It's like one-sixth of the puzzle.
That's not my problem because we had a deal.
-And we gave you what you asked for. -No, you didn't.
We had a deal for you to get me Scylla and you haven't.
-You gave me your word. -I'm giving you my word again.
You will go back to prison if you can't get me those other five cards.
But if you can't get this done, just let me know and we'll get your cell ready.
-You understand? -I'll get it done.
There's one more thing.
What did he say? We gotta find the other cards.
Screw that, man. We got the card.
Let's do the break-in and end this.
Doesn't work that way. It's not fair, we did what he said.
Then call Agent Self, tell him you wanna go back to Fox River.
Hell, we're all gonna go to prison if we can't find the other cards.
When the government gets scared, they tend to cut the cord.
Did Self talk about shutting us down?
Let's just concentrate on finding Scylla, all right?
Alex.
-Where is he going? -Who cares?
How we gonna find Scylla? We don't even know where to start.
-Where's the rest of the stuff you found? -Still printing it up.
When my device was in Tuxhorn's house, it must've been next to his PDA.
Sucked up data from it. I got e-mails and photos.
-You see anything we can use? -No, and let me be crystal clear.
I point and click. Other than that, I'm off the clock.
Shut up. Wait. Where's his calendar?
Dr. Feelgood's got it.
Here, take a look at this.
This is today's date. There's nothing on it but a star.
Every other date has details for his meetings, who he's with, when, where.
-This is the only thing with nothing. -Must be a reason he's keeping it secret.
Why are we letting Self call the sh*ts? We should play hardball.
From now on, either help out or get out.
If you open your mouth, I expect you to offer up a solution.
I'm not gonna say it again.
Hello? Do you know who this is?
-Yeah. Where are you being held? -I'm not in prison.
-Where are you? I can't say.
I need you to get something to me in L.A.
-Alex. It's nothing dangerous. Please, /-- I-
I don't know how much more time I have here.
Look, don't ask me to do something--
You just need to reach out to the residential agency in Durango.
Alex, no.
Do you know what they did?
They k*lled my son.
They k*lled my boy.
I don't know what to say. -Just say that you'll help me.
Please? I just need your help.
I need to find out who did it.
Please.
Hey.
Hey.
I know in Fox River you had to keep secrets from me.
You don't now. What's going on?
Self said we have until the end of the day to find the next cardholder...
...or we all go back to prison.
I know that you bailed out Scofield and Burrows.
And I know they aren't in a supermax in Texas.
But you know where they are, don't you, Bruce?
You don't want any more trouble than you're already in.
I'm not the one in trouble.
Let me help you relax.
It's a beautiful day. The sun is shining.
Do you feel that gentle breeze?
It's a great day for a family picnic.
Don't you think so, Bruce?
Six cards? That's not what you sold me, Don.
-I realize it's more than we anticipated. -More than you anticipated.
I already have people questioning me about the supermax line we're selling.
-This whole thing was a mistake. -No, no, this wasn't a mistake.
Scofield got us a card within 24 hours of being dropped in Los Angeles.
He knows what he's doing.
I'm willing to take the risk and do my job here. I don't understand why you aren't.
I've been in Homeland Security before it had a name.
Since before you even had a short and curly, so don't--
Then you should know what's at stake here, director.
But we could stop it, but-- But not if you end this now.
I'm calling Senator Dallow now. I will see if he wants this thing k*lled or not.
But he follows my recommendations, Don.
"Sir, changed your late London arrival. Now 7-16 at 4 p.m."
Today's the 16th, but there's nothing about London in his calendar.
Not that we've seen, no.
-Nothing about travel 10 or from the UK.? -No, nothing.
Why would he get an e-mail about an arrival in London...
...when he has no business scheduled there?
Probably because the e-mail is a code.
Alex, I'm so glad you joined us.
S-C-Y-L-L-A, Scylla. The meeting today at 4 is about Scylla.
Tuxhorn did not schedule a meeting with himself...
...so that is where we're gonna find our next cardholder.
Okay, so 4 p.m. is our when. We need a where.
If you're having a secret meeting, you don't send the information together.
You'd send the where and the when separately as a precaution.
Were there other e-mails sent to Tuxhorn at the same time as the London e-mail?
Within a few seconds of the London mail, two more followed from the same IP.
My device ran out of space. It picked up the IP address but not the content.
Trace the IP address. Find out who sent the e-mails.
E-mails get bounced to routers all over the world before they end in your Inbox.
Wherever the mail's been, it leaves a shadow file.
Based on the geography, I'd guess these e-mails squatted at the Anaheim server...
...a nanosecond before reaching Tuxhorn. That's where you're gonna find your file.
So get it Not every geek with a Commodore 64 can hack into NASA.
These servers have more firewalls than the devil's bedroom.
You want those e-mails? I'm sorry, it's on a main server in Anaheim.
It is possible to find those e-mails at that server?
-Technologically possible. -We're going to Anaheim.
I want you two to go to Tuxhorn's workplace.
Stake it out. If you see him, tail him and call us.
You're just gonna walk up to a main server? There's gonna be security.
We don't have a choice. We have to find that e-mail message.
We find out where the meeting is, we find our next cardholder. Got it?
-And we stay out of jail. -Yeah, good luck, man.
-Actually, you're coming with us. -Guess again.
Self told me to sit here and make with the clickety-clack on the keyboard.
I'm not going nowhere.
Oh, yeah, you are.
Hello?
"Instahomes welcomes you home...
...to your furnished apartment.”
Why must you go after this man?
Where I come from, there's something called a blood feud.
You coming back--?
Michael Scofield left me for dead one too many times.
Good news, Bruce, your favorite aunt made it to the picnic.
She brought lemonade.
The little cousins are swimming in the pond.
Brothers and sisters are playing catch...
...in a lush green field.
Everyone is here.
Well, almost everyone.
Two very important people are missing.
Where are Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows?
I don't know.
That's okay, Bruce.
I'm sure you'll remember soon.
Just enjoy the picnic.
My name is Stephanie Reed. I'm here for a job interview with Human Resources.
Okay, then.
Sorry, your name's not in the system.
Um...
-Would you look again under, R-E-E-D. -Sure.
She should drop a few buttons on that shirt, the guard will give her the e-mails.
Great.
Yes? You're in Anaheim, Michael?
This is a strange time to be taking a trip to Disney.
-Listen to me, if you're trying to run-- -I'm trying to get you another card.
-From where, Tomorrowland? -From an e-mail on a main router.
There's a Scylla meeting this afternoon at 4:00.
-Where? -That information will be on the e-mail.
-Michael, we're running out of time. -Then stop wasting mine.
I gotta go. I gotta go.
Did you talk to Senator Dallow?
Yes, I did. Now I need to talk to you.
I'm shutting it down.
I'm sorry, ma'am. I don't have you down for any meeting today.
Okay, um.
Yeah, the temp agency said that they had set the interview.
Again, I'm sorry.
Okay.
It was really hard to get a sitter today, um.
Would you call Human Resources and see if they'll see me since I'm here?
Sure.
Hey, it's Tom at the front desk.
Yeah, I've got a Stephanie Reed here. She said she had a job interview.
Stephanie Reed. R-E-E-D.
She just passed it off to Michael.
The server room could be anywhere.
Network and wiring specifications require a server that's on the first floor...
...centrally located, like right there.
What are you, an engineer or something?
-You know how to drive this thing? -It's gonna take a while.
I don't wanna get busted. -Relax. Find those e-mails.
When I steal, I do it from home, in my boxers, eating Krispity Krunch.
No chance of being seen, no chance of getting caught.
-Just get it done. -Okay.
Okay. All right.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Hey, lady. Did you get what I need?
Yeah, I got it.
Thank you.
I know what you're planning, Alex.
If you do track him down, call me. Don't do something that could get you hurt.
I won't.
So the material will be where you asked by 5 p.m.
And, Alex, I'm so sorry.
Goodbye, Lang.
Sorry, they can't see you today. There's nothing more I can do.
Okay. Thank you for your help. I appreciate it.
Hey.
Uh, what was the name of the temp agency that sent you?
Maybe we can call them together and figure this all out?
-I have it in my car. -Where is my security badge?
It ain't at my station. It was there when you showed up.
Take your hands off me. I don't have your badge.
We'll see about that.
Sara's in trouble.
-What's going on? -She's been made.
Sara's been made.
Is she all right?
The guard has her. You gotta get out of there.
-Roland, I'll be back. -Where are you going?
Just keep working.
Like I said, |I don't have your badge. Excuse me, I need to leave.
You can tell your story to the cops, sister.
Don't move.
Hey!
Hey!
Where are you? Where are you? Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on.
-What the hell? -Roland, talk to me.
-We're almost there. Almost there. -We gotta go.
-We gotta go now. -Got it.
What's going on? Why won't the door open?
What the hell is that?
It's a fail-safe device. Activated when the alarm gets pulled.
-To protect the server from fire damage. -Then why the hell did you pull it?
This is an old building. It shouldn't have such an advanced system.
Okay, well, clearly it does. What's it do?
To k*ll the fire, it sucks all the oxygen out of this room.
Michael, where are you? It's getting crowded out here.
We're trapped. We're in the server room.
What? It's sealed.
It's sucking all the oxygen out. We got two, maybe three, minutes of air left.
Linc? Linc!
I can't breathe. I can't-- I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
Just calm down. I can't...
Calm down. When you panic it gets worse.
Come on. Let's go!
You think we're spinning our wheels?
We got no choice. Better wait and see if he shows up.
I'm not talking about finding Tuxhorn. I'm talking about finding the cards.
About finding six cards.
About whether we have a snowball's chance in Haiti of actually doing this deed.
Better than no chance.
I'm just saying, we're a couple hours from Mexico...
...wouldn't mind having someone with me who could speak the native tongue.
Just do your job, Brad.
You feeling good, Bruce?
You look great.
Your father, Josh, is so happy you made it to the family reunion picnic.
He's missed you very much.
My father's dead.
That's right.
He is.
You see that, Bruce?
You just told me the truth in response to something I said.
Because lying is so hard right now.
But telling the truth is so easy.
So tell me the truth.
Tell me what everyone at the picnic wants to know.
Tell me where are Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows?
I don't-- I don't know. I...
Bruce, a bad storm is coming.
A real bad storm.
Don Self.
Good. So the senator did get my message?
No, no, I'm sorry, tomorrow's too late. Okay?
I need to speak to him now.
Thank you. Thank you.
Agent Self, it's time to go.
Papa Paul's Pizza Palace.
I'd like a large with extra pepperoni and extra cheese.
The Nobbit.
Add Mama to the Train.
Amateur Screen Test Number Nine.
And we have a winner.
Thank you for calling GATE, how may I help you?
The first e-mail's an ad for Discretia.
An e-mail for pecker pills?
-You want the number? -That's great.
Definitely worth almost losing my life for.
Second e-mail's an invitation to join some kind of Stargazers Club.
You know, constellations can be used to track points on Earth.
There's a website that lets you enter the coordinates of star patterns.
And depending on the date, it'll pick a corresponding location on Earth.
And you know this because?
Because my son...
...and my ex and I used to go on this site.
He would look up at the sky and know where I was.
That's not it. That constellation's over Antarctica.
He's not gonna get there today, by 4 p.m., not from L.A.
So I almost d*ed for nothing. That's good to know.
-A lot of people have d*ed. -That's their problem, boss.
Because anyone who gives up their life for this crap is a sucker...
...because you guys can't win.
Say it.
Say it about the people who d*ed.
Say it. Say it. Alex.
Alex.
Alex.
Get up. Get back to your nerd box and do your job.
We could get a little place by the water.
You'd be better off not being on the run by yourself.
I vouched for you, Bellick. I told Michael, "Brad helped me get to Chicago.
He's a good guy, trust him."
Are you crazy? You just wanna run when we have a chance to clear our names?
Odds of that don't look so good.
Tanks full, gas pedal's on the right. I say we get the hell out of dodge right now.
Worry about the ankle bracelets once we get over the border.
You listen to me.
There's only one thing I'm thinking about.
She weighed 7 pounds, has her mother's eyes...
...and my heart in the palm of her tiny hand.
So if I gotta find one card, or six cards, or 6 million cards...
...I'm gonna do whatever it takes.
Because I only got to hold my baby for 10 seconds...
...and that wasn't nearly long enough.
-What are you doing? -This guy ain't showing up.
Get your hands where I can see them!
Get your hands up! Oh, my God, this ain't good.
Put your hands up. I got them up.
Put your hands up, Sucre. Come on. Who you calling? They're gonna sh**t.
-Come on, put your hands up. -Okay. Okay. Don't sh**t.
Don't sh**t. Get your hands up.
Computer's frozen.
-What do you mean, it's frozen? I don't know. It's not responding to me.
-I rebooted twice. Still not letting me on. -Try again.
I've tried a back-door entry. You were in prison, you're familiar with that.
-You wanna stop breathing? -What happened?
They locked me out.
They're shutting us down.
We gotta go. They're coming after us. Where you--? Whoa.
Let's go. Come on. Wait a minute. We run, they sh**t us.
Then stay.
Sara? Yeah.
Let's get out of here.
You said we'd have until the end of today.
No, this goes way over my head. This project's been terminated.
-Now pull over and end this. -But we can finish the job.
There is no more job, okay? If you make this takedown public...
...going back to prison is gonna be the least of your worries.
Lose him.
Stay on them. Stay on them.
Come on. Let's get out! Go!
Let's go. Let's go.
Go! Go! Go!
Thank you for calling GATE, how may I help you?
Yes, hi. My name is Cole Pfeiffer. I'm calling about my commencement bonus.
I haven't received it yet, and-- -Oh, of course. Mr. Pfeiffer, um.
Mr. White is out right now...
...but he's gonna be so upset he missed your call.
-Here, let me try to track him down. -No, no. Don't bother.
Maybe you just could forward the check to me.
Mr. White has to sign off on any checks. I know he really wants to talk to you...
...80 can I have him reach you on the number that came up on my ID?
Looking forward to it.
This way. Come on.
Why did you tell Self that we could get a cardholder by today?
He set the terms. I didn't have a choice.
Now none of us have a choice. And I am not going back to prison.
-And I still have things that I need to-- -Then go ahead! Go ahead, run!
Guys! Cut it out.
We ain't running anywhere with these things on our ankles, all right.
It's over here. It's this way.
Wait a minute. Wait a second.
The signal-- The signal's gone.
The signal is gone.
Where are they? Okay, we gotta go get the signal.
Let's get the signal.
We cannot stay here forever. They will eventually figure this out.
I don't care if this place blocks the signal.
What are you doing, man? We don't have time for this.
The answers are here. If I can find them, we might have a chance.
It's an ad. The words don't make sense. It's gibberish.
Exactly, that's what makes them ideal for hiding data.
Forget about the damn cardholder. Self's pulled the plug on us.
Are you okay?
Yeah. Yeah.
We're gonna figure this out.
We're getting good at pulling off the impossible.
Hell, I came back from the dead, right? What is it?
What do you see?
They go over each other.
"Power, plant, new, beach."
There's a power plant in Newport Beach. That's your meeting.
We ain't got a long until 4:00. How the hell are we gonna get out of here?
How fast can you run?
-Got a signal? -Yeah.
-Got a signal? -Yeah.
They're heading west, four blocks.
Go!
Out of the cab. What? What?
Get out of the cab. What do you think you doing?
Move it! Hey!
Hey!
Hello?
Cole Pfeiffer. Gregory White here.
Oh, sorry to disturb you sir. I was just calling about the, uh, bonus stipend.
Bother me? What are you talking about?
I'm thrilled to finally be able to put a voice to the e-mails.
And better yet, I'm gonna be able to put a face to the voice.
-Right, because, we haven't met yet. -Yes, and that is a crime, my friend.
There are a lot of people over at GATE who are very excited about meeting you.
I'm going on to San Francisco tomorrow with my wife...
...and I'd love to see you before I go. Come to GATE first thing in the morning.
We can all learn something from the number one salesman...
...In the entire Northeast region.
Well, it's what GATE teaches.
"You can unshackle others with the keys of knowledge."
It's what I'm here to share. It's what I know. It's what I wanna give back.
I started this company so people can avoid the captivity of negativity.
-Amen to that. Amen. / gotta go. I've got' a lunch.
But I'll see you at GATE tomorrow.
We'll set your office up. Get you in the payroll system.
And I will personally hand you your bonus check.
Well, I'll see you at GATE tomorrow then.
Grab a bat, Cole Pfeiffer, coach just put you in the game.
Strange place for a meeting. A little cloak and dagger, don't you think?
Belts and suspenders, Stuart. Belts and suspenders.
Why Laos?
A doctor doesn't perform his first dissection on a human cadaver.
First he learns on a frog, then a pig. Then one day a human.
Laos is our frog, perhaps Denmark or Chad will be our pig.
After that, anything we want could be our cadaver.
Let's check on the other side of the complex.
They could be meeting there.
Whoa.
Don't you move! Stay down! Stay down!
Don't move! Do not move! Stay down! Stay down!
Agent Mahone! Stop! Go!
You sure about this? Yeah. Go.
Freeze. Don't move. Hands up. Keep you hands where I can see them.
Come on.
Freeze!
Stop! Hold it!
Hands up! Hold it! Don't move.
Get him cuffed.
-Scofield ran. -It won't take long to find him.
-You're delaying the inevitable. -It wasn't, it's a meeting with Scylla.
Shut up. Get him in the car.
They got a meeting on the other side of that building.
It's over! It's over Lincoln! It's not over!
I know you wanted this to work out, but it's beyond me now.
-Okay? It's done. I have orders. It's over! -It's not.
It's finished!
So when exactly does the op order commence, general?
It already has.
No, I mean, when do we see ramifications?
I'll tell you what Stuart, you worry about the gigahertz and the offshore drilling...
...and let me worry about the op orders.
Oh.
There they come.
What about her?
Let her go.
Real group of winners you hooked me up with. Thanks. I appreciate it.
We both have worn the badge in our day, I can't survive anymore time in lockup.
-Can we please work something out? -You can work your ass into this van.
Congratulations, the Company wins. Go on. Get in.
What? Get in.
You gotta be kidding me.
It's Michael.
Easy.
I gave you a good enough head start. You should have took advantage of it.
Yeah, but then I wouldn't be able to give you this. Press the video function.
It wasn't a meeting between two Scylla cardholders, Agent Self.
It was a meeting between all six cardholders.
So now we know who has the other five cards.
And that should mean something.
Even to someone who's word means nothing.
I'm gonna call Senator Dallow now. He follows my recommendations, Don.
The next time you run from me, I'm not gonna be chasing you down in a car.
It's gonna be with a b*llet in your back.
Let them go.
All of them. Agent, come on.
Let them go. Put them in the warehouse.
All of them.
Bring them out.
Yeah, it's Don Self. I need to talk to him, right now.
Right now.
Some day soon...
...we're gonna drop that boat of yours in the water and disappear forever.
I promise.
Hey, where's Mr. Personality going? They check his bracelet, he's bust--
Let him be.
Insubordination's tiring, huh?
Where do you get off calling Senator Dallow directly?
You don't move into my city, my regional office, and go over my head.
What do you want from me? You know how it works, Herb.
You think when the Company's breathing down your neck...
...Senator Dallow's gonna bring in the cavalry?
He'll pretend he's never even heard of you.
You're on your own from now on. You're an island.
If I'm an island, what are you doing in here?
Just get out of my office and let me finish what I started.
When you do get buried...
...I'll be the first one there with a shovel.
Great. I'll see you then.
Sara Tancredi's somewhere safe, isn't she, Bruce?
You would have made sure of that, wouldn't you?
So tell me where is Sara?
Help me get your family to Sara, where it's safe.
Safe.
Los Angeles?
Where in Los Angeles?
I don't know.
I don't know.
I believe you.
Good job.
Picnic's over, Bruce.
What's up with Mahone?
They m*rder*d his son.
The Company k*lled his son like they tried to k*ll L.J.
Alex, I, uh...
I know what happened.
I'm sorry.
They did this...
...to get to me.
To flush me out.
And then they'll let my ex-wife stay alive.
Just so she could tell me that she was next...
...if I didn't turn myself in.
But now she's in protective custody...
...and I'm living in a warehouse trying to find the son of a bitch who k*lled my kid.
We're all here for somebody.
All of us are here for someone.
You need to stay focused until this is done.
I can do my job.
I promise.
I promise I'll do whatever it takes to help you find the person that k*lled your son.
And the people behind the hit.
We're gonna get these guys, Alex.
I'm gonna help you.