Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

Previously on Prison Break:

You have a hypothalamus hamartoma.

The doctor feels that you need surgery.

You could die.

You're not following orders. Oh, I'm following orders, sir.

Just not from you anymore.

I would have died on this table if it weren't for you, doc.

-What? -Time to come home now.

-You're gonna help me find a buyer. -His name is Vikan.

He's not a buyer. He's a conduit.

Let's go. And Bagwell's staying here.

I warned you not to screw me over.

It's been a long time, Gretchen. Who's he?

The guy that's holding Scylla.

It's incomplete.

There's a piece missing, slick.

Hello, Don.

I believe you have something that belongs to me.

Come and get it.

Just so it's fresh in your mind, this isn't a magic elixir.

You still need a hospital.

You need real equipment.

You could use a doctor who's still got a license to practice medicine.

Well, first, we get Scylla, then I'll go to the hospital.

-You finished? -Just about.

-I take it you're ready to talk now? -Actually, I'm ready to meet.

I got a better idea.

Everyone, out.

You're surrounded. Come out with your piece of Scylla, Michael.

You first.

Come out or I'm gonna gas you out.

If it's the latter, I have a full magazine with 30 rounds.

Wanna bet one of them can outrun you?

What makes you think I'd keep the piece on me?

Oh, I know you. You're not letting that out of your sight.

I stand by my original offer.

-Come and get it. -Okay.

Stay low. Let the gas rise to the ceilings.

This is a big space but it won't take many of those before we asphyxiate.

Where is Lincoln?

Here we go, Michael.

Now we take a ride, and we pick up Scylla.

-Or I put a b*llet in your head. -It ain't gonna happen.

Try me.

Good morning.

Okay.

All right, now that we all have g*ns pointed at us, let's talk, okay?

Fine. You can start by telling me who I'm talking to, Don.

You're talking to a guy who spent 17 years in service of his government.

You know what the sum total of it was? Nothing, nada.

Well, we're very similar.

And fundamentally, we want the same thing and I have a way to get it.

-How's that? I got a buyer for Scylla.

A guy who wants to destroy the Company as much as you do.

He's willing to pay a lot of money for it.

How much?

Nine figures.

In an offshore account of your choosing.

So there it is. Or you could stand by your principles.

I'll pass.

Look, I burned you, right? And I'd apologize, but what's the point?

We're all out in the cold now.

We're not gonna be able to hide from the Company on a budget.

Who's the buyer?

An ex-Company guy with a bone to pick. Just like your father.

Michael?

I need to meet him first.

That could be arranged.

And just so you know, this wasn't personal.

This was just business.

We'll be in touch.

We stick to the plan, all right? We're gonna get Scylla.

We wait for Alex to come through on his end, all right?

Hang on a second.

Hello, Alex.

You came.

I always do.

To the detriment of my pay grade.

These last few weeks, I've been part of an operation...

...under the hand of Homeland Security.

Felicia, the people I'm working with...

...we're this close to the one thing that can destroy the Company:

Their little black book. We can get it. The names, numbers, operators.

I don't wanna get caught up in some inter-agency politics.

-If this is Homeland-- -Homeland buried the operation.

We can't come back in.

We can still take the Company down. So my question to you is:

Who do you know in the bureau you can trust?

It used to be you, Alex.

I've lost a lot of things these last few months...

...not the least of which is your trust.

But I don't come to you hat in hand.

Scylla is real.

Now, if you don't want anything to do with it, that's all right. I can walk away.

Yeah, there is someone who might be able to help.

Sir, there are over 10 million faces in Los Angeles.

Even with NSA and CIA satellite linkups, we're gonna be sifting through millions...

...of gigabytes of image data.

The chances of finding Don Self and Scofield and Burrows, it's not good.

Well, let's improve the odds.

Self and the brothers may have stolen Scylla...

...but none of them have the connections to offload it.

Add Gretchen's face to the search.

She won't be welcome in Scofield's camp so connect her image with Self's.

We find those two within five feet of each other anywhere in Los Angeles...

...and we've found Scylla.

Are you friends with my Auntie Gretchen?

Go play in your room. Mommy will be in soon.

Where's her daddy?

Gretchen doesn't talk about him.

So Emily doesn't know that you ain't--? That Gretchen's her momma?

No. And I'd like to keep it that way.

Cute girl.

Don't hurt my little girl.

If you have to do something, do it to me.

What do you think I am, a monster?

You're holding us prisoner in our own home.

I'm just as much a prisoner as you.

Eggshell white.

Bold lettering. Double embossed.

I was Cole Pfeiffer.

Respected businessman.

Top salesman in the northeast region.

And now I'm back being prisoner of my own identity.

Theodore Bagwell.

Convict.

To hell with it.

We are who we are, right?

What were you selling?

Never you mind.

You just pray your sister comes through.

The Company gets destroyed and we get paid. Great deal.

This guy is just another General Krantz waiting to happen.

Let's say we sell it and the Company burns.

You know what happens?

Another company is built right on top of that one.

We're not selling.

Sucre pulled it off.

Great.

Is this gonna work?

It's like an ultrasound. It can see through everything.

You're building up a tolerance.

Then we'll up the dosage.

Yeah, I have, and at this point, a higher dosage...

...would have more side effects than the tumor.

Then I'll manage without it.

Sit this one out. Let me and Sucre handle it.

I'm going.

Why can't he understand I need to finish this?

Everything that happened, it all started with the Company.

Maybe not for Lincoln.

Maybe for him, this all started with his little brother breaking him out of prison.

Michael, you saved his life.

If anything happens to you, he spends the rest of his life feeling guilty for that.

Tell me something, at what point does a noble deed become fanaticism?

Fanaticism is the only way to beat them.

Even if it kills you?

Hey, pop the trunk.

Michael?

Sucre just sent a text. He's found Gretchen and Self.

Good. Good.

-You all right? -Yeah, for now.

All right.

-Linc? -Yeah?

After your trial, the day I came to see you at Fox River.

What about it?

I thought you did it.

I thought you k*lled Terrence Steadman.

Along with everyone else.

But by the time I left...

...I knew you were innocent.

And I had to get you out of that place.

So however this plays out...

...I have no regrets.

Scofield's hiding something in the washroom.

I think we just found our piece of Scylla. Call Vikan.

I wanna talk to my daughter first.

Just call him, okay? They're fine.

I have a history with Vikan.

No money exchanges hands unless I tell him you're legit.

I wanna talk to my daughter now.

-Yeah? -Put the daughter on the phone.

-Is there a problem? -Just put her on the phone.

-Hello? -Emily, baby, it's your Auntie Gretchen.

Where are you?

I'm not far. Are you okay?

There's this mean man here.

Emily, do you remember the mean man that used to live with your Mommy Rita?

-The one that used to yell at you? -Roy?

That's the one. And what happened to Roy?

He went to the store one day and never came back.

That's right And I think that if you don't like this mean man...

...then very soon, he's gonna leave and he's never coming back.

You think so?

-Baby, I know so. -All right. That's enough.

Emily, baby, put the mean man back on the phone.

Listen to me. I'm gonna call you in two hours with the location of the exchange.

If you don't hear from me, k*ll them both.

-You expecting somebody? -No.

Look lively.

Buttercup, why don't you go play with your dolls or something?

It's okay, honey. Go to your playroom.

Hi there. My name is Ralph Becker.

And I'm selling Bibles to raise money for the Church of the Holy Trinity.

I wonder if I could spend five minutes of your time and talk about the Gospel.

We're a bit, uh, indisposed at the moment, Ralph.

Can you come back tomorrow?

Well, actually, today is the last day of the fundraiser.

I said we're busy.

Well, never too busy for God.

And what's a few minutes of your afternoon for a place in his kingdom?

You're a bit pushy for a Bible salesman, ain't you, friend?

I'm on a mission.

Yeah, I'll bet you're on a mission, right.

What are you doing? Close the door.

This guy is Company.

-What's Company? -Get me rope.

-This guy is a Bible salesman. -Give me the rope now!

Good choice for a meeting spot, Alex. Crowded place, a few exits.

A corner table with a full view of the room.

Looks like you're getting acclimated to life on the run.

I hear you got promoted.

Your own field office.

That's impressive.

When you're neither a disgrace to the bureau nor a drug addict...

...good things happen.

-He's clean, Mark. -Thank you, Felicia.

Oh, look, I know you, Mark.

You're a good agent. Ambitious.

Let me appeal to the side that likes to see your name in print.

You wanna be on a shortlist for deputy director, huh?

Right. Lang filled me in.

You've got solid gold intel.

But I don't know if I'm more skeptical of a burned out ex-fed...

...or the mythical cabal known as the Company.

You came all the way here for a myth?

What do you want, Alex?

Felicia tells me you have the attorney general's ear.

That's right.

The bureau is compromised.

Homeland Security is compromised.

I need someone I can trust.

Can I trust you?

You get me credible intelligence against the Company...

...I'll walk you into the attorney general's office myself.

You'll get it.

Alex, talk to me.

I found someone in government we can trust.

How close are you to getting Scylla? Very.

Michael, we're in escrow here. You gotta come through with the house.

Don't worry. We're getting Scylla.

All right.

Look what I found.

But we have no way to sh**t them.

Yeah, we do.

But I need you to buy some hairspray and a lighter.

What's this?

My resignation.

Lisa, I tried to shield you from everything I didn't think you could handle.

The only thing you shielded me from was knowing who you really are.

Now I know.

I wanted a son.

Sir...

...taken less than an hour ago.

You were right. Gretchen's with Self.

Your mission is the safe retrieval of Scylla.

-What are the rules of engagement? -There are none. sh**t on sight.

Fauntleroy Hotel. Downtown.

Who sent you?

-The Church of the Holy Trinity. -Liar!

Are you out of your mind? You're beating up a Bible salesman.

I ain't Scofield.

I ain't Burrows. This ain't my lot. Leave me alone.

I'm not a part of this Company.

-I-- I don't know anything, I swear. -Look at him. Please, just look at him.

Does he look like some kind of an undercover agent to you?

They blend in. That's how they get you.

Look at this, okay? His wallet, okay?

He's got a driver's license. Ralph Becker.

He's got a library card and a prayer card.

-That is pretty convincing. -Look at this.

Freedom, honor, country. Southeastern Military Academy. Class of '98.

How many Bible salesman you know graduate from a military academy?

No, I didn't go to Southeastern.

It's my kid brother's ring!

He died in Baghdad last year.

It was a car b*mb.

I swear.

Listen to me.

-Please. -That made sense.

Can we--?

-That made sense. -Please.

We're not going nowhere!

Not till I get a phone call.

It's 25 for the hour.

-We don't need a room. -I'm looking for my sister.

Her name is Gretchen Morgan. Tell me what room she's in.

You want information, call 411.

How about now?

No Gretchen Morgan.

No refund.

She's about 57". She's got black hair and blue eyes.

I imagine she'd stand out in a fine establishment like this one.

-Room 308. -Thank you so much.

No urinating in the stairwell.

That's the golden rule.

-Yeah? -Yeah, they're on the third floor...

...front of the hotel, just to the left of center.

Got it. Thanks. Yeah.

Third floor up, just left of the balcony.

Why don't you set up on that rooftop over there?

Scylla's almost complete. Is everything ready?


-Let me talk to Gretchen. -No, no. You're talking to me.

The buyer has touched down.

This isn't the person you keep waiting.

Likewise. Make sure he has the money.

Listen to me, you mook.

You're in the deep end of the pool now. At least act like you can swim.

Next time I call I wanna talk to Gretchen.

Listen to me. The next time you call, tell me that the money's ready.

You understand?

-Hello? I thought you should know...

...a man and a woman came in looking for you.

Scofield found us.

-How? -Who cares? Get ready.

-How long ago? -A couple of minutes.

I don't want no trouble in my place!

I'm gonna recon the hallway. Anything goes down...

-...get Scylla, get out. I will find you. -Okay.

Let's go! Go! Go! Go!

Like I said before, this is just business.

Don't move!

Get in.

Help me get him in the back of the van.

Michael!

What is that?

It's the warehouse.

The chip.

-You sure it's here? -Yeah. I'm sure.

From the schematic, it can only be in one place.

Look, don't be stupid, okay, Gretchen?

You're gonna get your daughter back and your money.

I'll see you in the car.

He was brought in like this.

Who's there?

I'm giving him 10 cc's of clonazepam and taking him downstairs.

We'll know more soon.

Try and relax.

Don't worry. We're gonna get Michael back.

How? Self took the piece. We got nothing to trade for Michael.

He's sick, Lincoln.

If they haven't k*lled him already.

We'll get him back I promise.

Hello?

Hold on.

It's Alex.

-Yeah. -Did you get it yet?

No. Self's got it. All of it.

-What? -Just forget about Scylla.

The Company's taken Michael.

Your friend in government, can he do anything for him?

No, I don't think so.

There's no reason for you to come back, Alex.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, me too.

I should have known.

Vikan's meeting us here?

We'll be off of the Company's radar here.

-Yeah? -We've got a problem.

It can wait. We're in the homestretch here.

Grab the sister and the girl. I'm gonna call you back with the location.

I'd love to, but a, uh, third party has been introduced into the mix.

Who?

I'm not sure yet.

-He might be a Company operative. -So k*ll him.

He could also be a Bible salesman.

Then he should have no problem getting past Saint Peter. k*ll him.

Go in the playroom with your daughter.

-What are you gonna do? -Go, now!

Please, please, please don't k*ll me.

Please don't k*ll me.

Please. Look, I won't tell anyone.

I won't tell anyone. I promise. Please don't k*ll me.

I swear I won't tell anyone.

-Don't do this. I told you to go back yonder. Okay?

You don't wanna see this.

Cole Pfeiffer wouldn't do this.

Cole Pfeiffer ain't here no more.

Just old T-Bag.

Our Father, who art in heaven.

Hallowed be thy name.

You wanna be free?

Start now. Right this minute.

If you pull that trigger, Cole Pfeiffer's gone forever.

Don't do this.

Don't do it.

You know my daddy was a religious man too, Ralph.

Just like you.

We used to pray together in my room at night.

And I used to lie on the floor crying just like you now.

When I 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.

But joy cometh in the morning.

Psalms 30:5.

-Rita. -Yeah?

Have you got a car?

My car is in the-- It's in the garage.

You get in that car right now...

...and you drive far, far away from here, right now, okay?

Here.

Take this.

Rita?

Thank you.

What are you gonna do to me?

I want you to go.

I want you to be free.

Be as free as me.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Yeah, I got one.

Not Gretchen.

It's Bagwell.

I'm bringing him in.

The growth is malignant.

It's pushing up against his temporal lobe. It will k*ll him if it's not removed.

Have you seen anything like this before?

This advanced?

Once.

Sir.

You'll never guess who just came through the door.

I wanna see my brother.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Mr. Burrows won't be a problem.

Will you?

It started with me and ends with me. Let Michael go.

I think you made the right decision.

Let's go downstairs and see your brother.

Gretchen.

Don.

-This better be the real thing this time. -It's all here.

Yeah, well, no offense, but I'll check it myself.

So the buyer's on the way?

He will be here shortly.

And he's bringing the money?

Yes, Don. He is bringing the money.

Scylla is complete.

Gretchen...

...you did it.

What I wouldn't give to see the look on the general's face.

What are you doing?

We need him alive to sell this thing. You heard what he said.

Buyer's already on the way.

You think I'm gonna give this clown 30 percent for just making introductions?

Come on. It's a glass door.

Okay, right. I hear you. We'll be right out.

Well?

The attorney general's willing to hear you out.

You know, from where I'm sitting, it looked like...

Your flight to Dallas leaves in 45 minutes.

Can I trust this guy?

We better go.

Come on, Alex. It's a short trip to the airport.

The attorney general's waiting.

There is no meeting with the attorney general, is there?

Thank you, Felicia, for everything you've done.

Everything.

What did you do to my brother? Michael needs an operation...

...to remove a tumor from his temporal lobe.

And he needs it now.

The Company can provide such an operation at a cost.

What do you want from us?

Not us, Lincoln, you.

The price of the operation is the safe return of Scylla.

If you bring back to me what you stole...

...then I will make sure Michael gets the finest medical care in the world.

The Company has science and technology...

...that's years ahead of anything available to the public.

And it's all right here. In this facility.

Now, I would imagine that working for me will be difficult for you to accept.

What's this?

Added incentive.