Wentworth Miller aufgeführt in der Rolle von...
Michael Scofield
- Dr. Sara Tancredi: [Cut to Fox River infirmary. Sara tends to Michael's bandaged foot] No redness or swelling, so there's no sign of infection. I'm going to keep it on antibiotics for the next ten days. You should be good!
- [She stands up]
- Dr. Sara Tancredi: Michael you understand by law I'm obligated to file a report if I feel there's been prisoner misconduct. There's no way this injury happened by stepping on a blade in a garden shed.
- [Michael pulls on his sock]
- Michael Scofield: If you file the report, things could get a lot worse for me.
- Dr. Sara Tancredi: They're not already?
- Michael Scofield: Not compared to what they could be.
- [He looks down]
- Michael Scofield: I've made some enemies.
- Dr. Sara Tancredi: Yeah. Scared?
- [Michael doesn't say anything]
- Dr. Sara Tancredi: Man enough. Okay.
- [Michael smiles and laughs softly]
- Dr. Sara Tancredi: Um, here's what I think. I think you are scared, and you wouldn't be human if you weren't scared in a place like this.
- Michael Scofield: When I was young, I couldn't sleep at night.
- [He finishes tying his shoe]
- Michael Scofield: Because I thought there was a monster in the closet.
- [Sara smiles]
- Michael Scofield: But my brother told me there wasn't anything in the closet but fear. And fear wasn't real. He said it wasn't made of anything, it was just
- [he pauses]
- Michael Scofield: air. Not even that. He said you just have to face it. You just have to open that door, and the monster would disappear.
- Dr. Sara Tancredi: Your brother sounds like a smart man.
- Michael Scofield: He is. In here though, you face your fear. You open that door, and there's a hundred more doors behind it. And the monsters that are hiding behind them, are all real.
- Dr. Sara Tancredi: If you want, I could recommend you be sent to AdSeg.
- Michael Scofield: [Smiling bluntly] With the rape victims and the snitches.
- [He stands up]
- Dr. Sara Tancredi: It would keep you safe.
- Michael Scofield: Thanks. But I think I'd like to face the monsters on my own.
- [He walks out]
- [Michael has had some of his toes cut off and Sara goes to unwrap the sock cover his foot]
- Dr. Sara Tancredi: Okay, let's take a look.
- [Michael, crying, grabs her wrists frantically, not able to handle very much more]
- Dr. Sara Tancredi: [Softly, gently] You're okay, you're okay.
- [He slowly let's go of her wrists and she quickly but gently unwraps the red sock. Michael sees his foot, looks away and cries harder]
- Dr. Sara Tancredi: What happened?
- [taking a deep breath]
- Michael Scofield: Nothing.
- Dr. Sara Tancredi: This isn't nothing Michael, I need you to tell me what happened.
- [Delirious because of the pain]
- Michael Scofield: Don't make me lie to you.
- [She looks at him, alarmed]
- Michael Scofield: Please!
- Fernando Sucre: [catching Michael hiding a bar of soap disguised as a cell phone] Tell me that ain't what I think it is.
- Michael Scofield: It ain't what you think it is.
- Michael Scofield: [Michael is prepping the escape, Haywire catches Michael in the act] What's your problem?
- Haywire: I got a neuroanatomic lesion affecting my reticular activating system.
- Michael Scofield: What does that mean?
- Haywire: It means I don't sleep... at all.
- Captain Brad Bellick: Open on forty! Scofield. Found you a new celly. As luck would have it, I found him in the psych ward. You were the only guy with an empty tray, so...
- Michael Scofield: Psych ward?
- Captain Brad Bellick: You got a problem with that? Because if you do, please feel free to drop it in my suggestion box here.
- [He taps the toilet]
- Captain Brad Bellick: Haywire, get in here! Close it up on forty! Oh, and Scofield? Just a heads up. Don't make eye contact with him.
- Michael Scofield: Preparation will only take you so far. After that you gotta take a few leaps of faith.
- John Abruzzi: [Cut to the line heading back to the block. Michael gets pushed out of the line and into a side room by Gus. He looks around, worried] Easy now, Fish, don't make this any harder than it needs to be.
- [He stands with his back to Michael. He turns around]
- John Abruzzi: It's time we came to an arrangement, don't you think?
- [T-Bag steps out from behind him and looks up]
- Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: [Smiling] You know, I was thinkin' I was gonna cut you bile to stern soon as I laid eyes on you, but a lack-a day, you look so pretty when you're scared, don't you?
- [He turns to Abruzzi]
- Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: Maybe we ought to get the love out of the way before we move onto the hate.
- [He turns back to Michael]
- Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: What do you say to that, Pretty?
- [He licks his lips]
- Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: Hmm? Yeah... yeah, maybe it's time I lit up that leather once and for all.
- [He puts the shank down on a wall. As soon as he's unarmed, Abruzzi elbows him hard in the face. Michael shields his face with his arm. Abruzzi fights T-Bag off and his group incapacitate him. Abruzzi turns back to Michael]
- John Abruzzi: Ahh, he talks too much.
- [He grabs the back of Michael's head and pulls it toward him]
- John Abruzzi: You and I need to have a conversation.
- [They walk back into the line]
- John Abruzzi: What happened in there was my way of saying uh, I know I've been coming about this whole thing the wrong way.
- [CO's rush to the room where T-Bag lays]
- John Abruzzi: I'm trying to make amends here. Bygones for bygones.
- [He holds out his hand]
- Michael Scofield: You're a mercurial man, John.
- John Abruzzi: I prefer bold.
- [He laughs and walks forward]
- John Abruzzi: [They walk out past the yard] Tell me what you need from me.
- Michael Scofield: A trade. You get me a plane, I'll get you Fibonacci.
- John Abruzzi: What do you need a plane for?
- Michael Scofield: I think you know.
- John Abruzzi: I help you, I'm in. You know that, don't you?
- Michael Scofield: I do.
- [Abruzzi nods]
- John Abruzzi: I just gotta know the exact date and time.
- Michael Scofield: I'll tell you soon enough.
- John Abruzzi: Soon enough ain't gonna cut it. I need to be outside these walls before Fibonacci testifies.
- Michael Scofield: You will be.
- John Abruzzi: He testifies in one month.
- Michael Scofield: Then we'll be out in plenty of time.
- John Abruzzi: If not, you're a corpse. So you'd better cut the crap and tell me the exact date and time so I can start making the arrangements.
- Michael Scofield: I don't know if I can trust you with that information yet.
- John Abruzzi: Why not?
- Michael Scofield: Like I said, John, you're a mercurial man.
- Michael Scofield: Lincoln, we have a problem.
- Lincoln Burrows: How far behind are we?
- Michael Scofield: Three days.
- Lincoln Burrows: I thought you said the margin for error was zero days.
- Michael Scofield: I did.
- Michael Scofield: What are you doing?
- Fernando Sucre: What's it look like I'm doing? I'm rolling it up.
- Michael Scofield: You can't do this!
- Fernando Sucre: I'm done playin' your reindeer games, fish. I'm gonna transfer to a nice, quiet cell with a normal cellie. One that doesn't screw my entire life up.