Sucre is in the yard, leaning on the payphones. “Baby, it’s me. You there? Hello?” Another inmate, Trokey, steps up behind Sucre. “If she is, she obviously don’t want to talk to you.” Sucre tries to focus on his message, calmly urging Maricruz to come and see him.
Michael walks away from the showers with a towel wrapped around his waist. While his back is turned, Haywire approaches, his fixation on Michael’s tattoo now a full-fledged obsession. “It’s a pattern.” Michael turns quickly, his eyes focused. “What did you say?” Haywire repeats himself, and Michael tells him he’s seeing things. Michael covers his back with a towel and quickly walks off.
In private conference in Pope’s office, Pope attacks Bellick’s cell transfer decision. “Putting him in with Haywire is a low blow, Deputy.” Bellick responds that as long as he stays on his meds, Haywire is as harmless as a kitten. He also remind Pope that if Michael starts getting preferential treatment, it might ruin the Pope’s credibility with other inmates. While Pope intends to recommend Bellick to succeed him upon his retirement, Bellick has got to learn the value of rehabilitation.
Anticipating a long overdue visit with Maricruz, Sucre enters visitation with a spring in his step. A C.O. cuts him off and ushers him into a secure room. Sucre asks why he’s not going to open visitation, but the C.O. just says, “Ask your visitor.” Sucre turns and sees Hector stroll towards the cage. Sucre and Hector sit with glass, metal and no shortage of animosity between them. “What are you doing here? Where’s Maricruz?” Sucre asks. Hector coolly tells him that Maricruz isn’t going to be coming around to see him anymore. “She’s with me now.” Sucre loses control, shouting threats in angry Spanish from the cage enclosing him. A C.O. rushes in to restrain him. Hector backs away from the glass, smirking. “You’re just proving my point, man.”
Michael strides into the prison’s Toxic Control Center and flips a carton of cigarettes to the inmate trustee, Choppy. Choppy nods his head in the direction of the chemical supplies and warns Michael, “Make it quick.” Back among the shelves of bottles and buckets, Michael finds a bottle of masonry cleaner. He flashes back to his apartment where he studies a chemistry textbook. Two bold titles read, “Copper Sulfate” and “Phosphoric Acid.” Back in the Control Center, Michael slips the bottle of masonry cleaner into a sock sewn inside his jacket. He looks up as he hears Choppy’s voice, raised unnaturally, calling out, “Yeah, uhh, he’s right in here.” Choppy’s talking to Bellick, who finds Michael in the store room and informs him, “You’re in a restricted area.” Michael tries to cover by saying he’s looking for fertilizer, but Bellick asks why he’s in the masonry section. Bellick searches Michael for contraband, barely missing the hidden bottle. “Oh by way, how’s the foot?” Bellick asks as he jams his boot down on Michael’s injured foot. Michael drops to the floor and Bellick gets in his face, “Don’t ever go around me to the Pope again.” Bellick lifts Michael up and forces him out of the Control Center.
Michael finishes brushing his teeth in his cell. He turns around and states, “You know what Haywire? I don’t think we’re going to work out. And since I was here first, I think you should go.” Haywire sits on his bunk, clutching a pillow. “I crapped my pants once in junior high.” Michael’s eyes roll as Haywire continues his bizarre personal story. Michael scans Haywire’s belongings, a brush, toothbrush, and toothpaste. He turns and makes sure that Haywire’s attention is elsewhere, then quickly steals Haywire’s toothpaste. He stands over the toilet and squeezes much of the toothpaste out. Having finished recounting his embarrassing tale, Haywire insists that now it’s Michael’s turn to share a secret. Michael again tells him that the tattoos don’t mean anything.
Abruzzi leans up against the front of Michael’s cell. “Making any progress in there?” he asks. Michael’s answer is no, both to the digging and to his relationship with Haywire. Michael says he knows what to do, but Abruzzi, growing increasingly patient, doesn’t think Michael has the guts.
In the yard, Sucre charges toward the phones – they’re all occupied. Sucre approaches Trokey who’s mid-conversation and demands that he wrap up his call. Trokey blows Sucre off and Sucre hangs up Trokey’s call. Trokey makes a move towards Sucre, but backs down when Sucre holds his ground. “I thought so,” Sucre mutters as he begins to dial. Maricruz, on her cell phone, picks up. Sucre immediately asks about her and Hector. But Maricruz has a question of her own, “When were you going to tell me that Rita Saldana has been visiting?” She tells Sucre that Hector told her about Rita, which only makes Sucre more furious. He begs her not to listen to Hector’s lies, but Maricruz is torn. Just as Sucre starts to calm her down, and reassure her that he’ll be out in sixteen months, Hector walks up behind Maricruz. “I’m sorry, I have to go,” she says quickly as she hangs up on Sucre.
Veronica sits inside the Project Justice offices, across from Ben Forsik and Nick Savrinn. Ben tells Veronica that unless she’s uncovered any new evidence that she can provide them with, she’s probably wasting her time. Nick tries to ask her a follow-up question, but Ben cuts him off. Project Justice receives thousands of cases and they have to be selective about what they work on because they have limited help. Veronica says that she will do all of the leg work; Veronica just wants Nick and Ben to point her in the right direction. Ben apologizes, but says that he just doesn’t have the man power to take on her case. Veronica, dejected, gets up and leaves.
Hale sits in his car. He watches in the rear view mirror as Veronica exits the Project Justice building and walks to her car. He calls Kellerman, who is going through items in Veronica’s home. Hale tells him he has about thirty minutes to find something before Veronica returns. Kellerman says, “I’m not going to nearly need that much time. I’ve turned
Prison Break
Episode 105 - "English, Fitz or Percy"
Airdate: 09/19/2005
Back in the tattoo parlor where Michael’s plan first took shape, Sid, the artist, finishes filling in three boldly lettered words on Michael’s arm: “ENGLISH” “FITZ” “PERCY.”
In the present, Pope sits at his desk before two unexpected visitors, Agents Kellerman and Hale. They’ve come seeking answers about why Pope rejected Michael’s transfer request. Pope is firm on his position. The inmates of Fox River are his responsibility. He wouldn’t come into Kellerman or Hale’s house and tell them where to put their furniture. What that means is that, “unless Scofield’s done something I don’t know about, he’ll be staying at Fox River under my watch.” Kellerman replies softly that it has been their experience that everyone has done something that they don’t want people to know about. Kellerman slips Pope a file whose label reads “ TOLEDO,” “POPE, HENRY.” Pope says that his wife already knows about Toledo. Kellerman responds, “Does she really?” Pope’s face goes grim, as he opens the file. Inside is a black and white photo of a young man lying on a blood-soaked pavement. Kellerman says, “You’re a smart man, Warden. I’m sure if you look hard enough, you can find a reason why Scofield’s presence is no longer required at this correctional facility.”
Michael works on P.I., hunched over a long tube of PVC piping. He calls out to a nearby C.O. that he needs to grab more. The C.O. looks to the supply shed and nods his permission. Moments later, Lincoln breaks his shovel and he asks the guard to get a replacement. The guard again agrees. Abruzzi walks out of the work shed and announces, “We got a ripped fertilizer bag. You,” Abruzzi points to Sucre, “clean it up before the whole place starts smelling like San Juan.” Sucre does his best to ignore the dig to his homeland, and walks into the shed.
Now gathered in the privacy of the shed, the four men eye one another. Abruzzi asks Michael what this meeting is about. “These are the guys we’re breaking out with,” Michael explains. There’s immediate tension within the group. Abruzzi says there’s no way he’ll work with Lincoln. Lincoln gets in Abruzzi’s face, “Touch my brother, and I’ll break your face.” Abruzzi looks to Michael, then back to Lincoln, realizing for the first time that the two are brothers. Michael reminds the group that they don’t have time for bickering. “I’m already through the wall in my cell. And there’s corrosive working through the access pipe to the Infirmary, even as we speak.” He then reveals why he’s gathered the team right now. “We have a decision to make. English. Fitz. Or Percy? Way I see it, if were gonna pull this off, we need to take one of them out.” The guys think Michael is crazy but Michael insists that this is an integral part of the plan.
As Michael and Sucre return to their cell, a C.O. escorts Michael in, but pulls Sucre aside. Michael enters to find Pope, sitting and waiting. “Why do I have the feeling there’s more to you than meets the eye, Scofield?” Michael doesn’t answer, his attention focused on beads of water that drip from the toilet right near Pope. Pope reveals the reason for his visit. “You’re being transferred.” Panic seizes Michael. Michael begs Pope to wait three weeks for the transfer. Lincoln is his brother. That’s why he requested Fox River, to be close with him before the execution. But Pope’s hands are tied. “You’re up against much bigger fish than me. You ship out tomorrow.”
Alone in his office, Pope studies the folder labeled, “ TOLEDO.” He flips though the contents, stopping at an article whose headline reads, “Youth Found Dead.” Pope closes the file and reaches inside his desk drawer and pulls out a Bible.
Lincoln and Michael sit in the prison chapel. “I’m going into the walls tonight. See if I can access the roof.” But Lincoln doesn’t want to hear about it; he wants to talk about the transfer. “When were you going to tell me?” Lincoln asks. Michael tells Lincoln that he’s going to take care of it. But Lincoln has his doubts. “ I’d made my peace with what was coming. Then you show up and give me the one thing a man in here should never have. Hope.” Michael flashes back to the memory of him and his brother as kids. Young Michael does not know how they’ll manage after the death of their mother. Young Lincoln promises that he will always take care of Michael and tells his younger brother to “Have a little faith.” Back in the chapel, Michael looks at his brother and reminds him to “have a little faith” as well.
Veronica and Nick dissect the surveillance tape from the night of Terrence Steadman’s murder. Nick points out that there are multiple inconsistencies. First, Steadman’s eye line from the car is high, like he’s looking at the camera on purpose. Second, after he parks, Steadman doesn’t leave the car; it’s as if he’s waiting for someone. Then, after the shooting, the tape sees Lincoln walk around the car and then rummage around the glove box. Nick questions if the person who enters the passenger side of the car is even Lincoln, “He’s heading away from the car. And then this guy, who conveniently keeps his face hidden from the camera, comes back in. Why?" While they’re building leads, questions to ruin the credibility of the tape, they’ll need something more solid to go to a judge with. If Lincoln didn’t fire the gun, then someone with some serious skills doctored the tape. Nick says he knows someone who can analyze the tape.
In the mess hall, Abruzzi confronts Michael; the transfer rumor has spread. Michael insists that he’s not being transferred and that he’s taking care of everything and reminds Abruzzi to provide him with a key by the time Pope leaves work tonight. Satisfied, Abruzzi walks away and Michael takes a seat next to Westmoreland. “ I need to know if there’s any way to block a transfer order,” Michael tells him. Westmoreland says there are many ways he can do it but the quickest is to simply write up a motion claiming that the transfer violates his Constitutional rights. The courts by law have to hear the motion, and until then, Michael can’t be moved from Fox River.
Dr. Tancredi and another nurse walk outside the infirmary. When Sara mentions that the state is requiring a physical for Lincoln, the nurse asks Sara if she heard the gossip about Lincoln and Michael being brothers. Sara has heard nothing.
Bellick enters Pope’s office and hands him a handwritten motion. Pope asks what it is. Bellick replies gruffly, “ Scofield. He’s blocking the transfer.”
Michael tells Sucre that he filed the motion to block his transfer. Even if it gets denied, it’ll still take thirty days to process the paperwork. Sucre is excited by this triumph, but Michael quickly gets down to business; he wants to go back into the walls immediately. Sucre scoffs, “ Yo, in case you didn’t notice, the lights are all on, and you got a live studio audience, Fish. How’re you gonna get around that?” Michael smiles. “Don’t we have some laundry to do?”
Later, Sucre wrings out a shirt that he’s washed in the small sink in their cell. He hangs shirts on a makeshift laundry line that spans the width of the cell. The clothes, dangling off the line, obscures the back wall of the cell from any potential onlookers. Michael, safely concealed, disassembles the toilet.
Abruzzi , meanwhile, walks in a line of inmates to the yard. He turns and gives a signal nod to another inmate. The inmate moves towards a C.O. overseeing the line-up and punches him in the face. A pile of inmates and C.O.s flail about on the ground, Abruzzi stands by and sees the fallen inmate has snagged a pair of guard keys and is pressing the keys into a bar of soap. A gun shot comes down from a guard in a tower and Aburzzi ducks to the ground. Nearby is the piece of soap, the imprint of a key is on one side.
Michael pulls the toilet from the wall and asks Sucre if it’s safe to proceed. “You’re clear. Swim, Fish, swim!” Sucre smiles.
Michael crawls through the hole and into a narrow, but extensive service corridor. Metal catwalks and pipes sprawl in all directions. Michael gets his bearings by locating several ducts around him and then lifts up his shirt and compares them to a section of tattoo on his right abdomen. He traces a path with his finger, and then starts the timer on his watch. He walks a few steps, and then pushes his way up to the catwalk above him. He keeps climbing until he sees the roof access. Suddenly, the door at the end of the hallway opens, a maintenance man enters only feet away from Michael.
Sucre is starting to worry. He sticks his head in the toilet, hoping Michael can hear him, “Fish! You’re taking too long, bro!”
The maintenance man in the service corridor stops to take a smoke break. Above him, spread out from wall to wall and clinging to the pipes is Michael, face down. His muscles tremble from the exertion of holding himself up. He sweats heavily and a single drop makes its way down his nose. The sweat drips from his nose and narrowly misses the man’s boot. Having finished his cigarette, the maintenance man turns and leaves.
