Season five, episode three of Prison Break dishes out a lot of the answers to we had after watching episode one.For example, it turns out that Michael was the one who financed Bagwell's robo-hand, via what must have been some unfathomably complicated accounting. The mysterious entity pulling the strings in place of The Company — which organized the hit on Sarah and presumably landed Michael in prison again via blackmail or some other means — has a name: Poseidon.We also learn how Michael has been communicating with the outside world from prison. The facility is fortuitously within paper-airplane throwing distance of a group of playing children who carry messages for him in exchange for gum. At the start of the episode, 'Bubble-gum man' gets one of the kids to pass on a note to Lincoln and C-Note, and several bombshells are revealed.The note, we soon find out, is actually a map designed in Arabic calligraphy, not unlike Michael tattooed onto himself in the show's first season. The map leads to a hideout where Michael planned his breakout of Ogiya prison, which stretches back four years. FoxA lot of the background in the episode actually comes from the two assassins who somewhat implausibly failed to kill Sarah and Lincoln in the season five premiere.
Review Prison Break: The Final Break. Ultimul episod Prison Break a aratat adevarata latura a tuturor personajelor principale: – sucre, un prieten devotat si sincer – alex, in ciuda faptului ca a lucrat pentru companie si a fost un personaj negativ in sezonul doi, s-a dovedit un prieten al familiei si a ajutat la evadarea sarei.
'Why are we pulling our punches with this girl,' the woman assassin asks her partner, also unnamed. 'It's all chess it's a performance,' is his answer.Through them, we also learn that Michael has been the one passing messages to Sarah through their son and they, by extension, are using Sarah to try and track Michael down. Crucially, they also seem to be answering to the same people who enlisted Michael to help break Abu Ramal out of prison: 'Any chance Poseidon will just let us kill her?' The assassin asks.The million-dollar question then is: Who is Poseidon?
We do get a few clues.At one point in episode three, Michael's cosmopolitan cellmates — including a South Korean drug kingpin who's obsessed with Freddy Mercury — confront him about colluding with Ramal. Michael defends himself by saying he's being forced to help Ramal by 'people in my government' who want Ramal out to suit 'their own foreign policy goals.' That would presumably point back to Kellerman, who seems mired in something fishy with his new job at the State Department. In the episode, Sarah's phone gets hacked using her own fingerprint, and Sarah has a flashback to the water glass Kellerman offered her and she regrettably accepted. It's not implausible that, somewhere after the conclusion of season four, the authorities in United States offered Michael some sort of deal using his jail-breaking talents to serve American ends abroad.Unfortunately, what Prison Break giveth, Prison Break quickly taketh away. Though C-Note and Lincoln are able to orchestrate the needed blackout that will give Michael and his friends the cover they need to break out of Ogiya, they are apprehended. In the episode's final moments, Michael records a video for Sarah: 'I always loved you,' he says, 'this whole lie, it was for you.'
He then begs Sarah to make sure he is buried under his real name.Of course, Michael's phone battery dies before he's able to get everything off his chest. Then again, knowing Michael, that was all probably part of some sort of plan.Mic has ongoing Prison Break coverage. Check out our.
Notes:I can’t believe Prison Break is over. The season went by too quickly. It felt like we were robbed when they decided to go from 10 to 9 episodes. And who payed the price? Our poor Misa hearts! Don’t get me wrong, I LOVED Episode #9 but we definitely deserved more MiSa scenes, especially after Jacob was arrested. Hence this story We discovered with the scene at the park that Sara had a tattoo of a crane on her right shoulder (!) but am I the only one who noticed that Sara (Sarah?) had a tattoo above her left hip too?
We saw part of it when she was trying to free herself in the basement of the lake house. I couldn’t see it completely so I don’t know what it is exactly but I took some liberties and ultimately “decided” what it was (what it is will be revealed in an upcoming chapter). The magic of fanfictions! This is my second PB story, the first one being an AU one (“You ever think In another life?”). Before we knew what Season 5 would be like and where the action would pick up, I had started to work on a potential “fix-it” story which picked up after Season 4 when Mike was only 18 months old. I hesitated between the AU story and the fix-it story for a long time but in the end opted to focus on the lighter one.
I guess I needed more joy and less torment in my life at the time. Now “You ever think In another life?” is almost finished (30 chapters posted so far and only a couple left). Maybe I’ll work on my third PB story when I’m done Thanks for reading! Enjoy this new story and do not hesitate to leave a review! Also, I can’t wait to read new PB fanfictions to see what others have imagined:) Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own PB. Chapter TextLincoln, Sara and Mike were in Sara and Mike’s room, one of the two rooms that Michael had booked for them. Lincoln’s room was adjacent to theirs, with communicating doors, and was exactly the same: a bathroom when you entered, then two queen size beds, and finally a couch and coffee table by the large window at the opposite end of the room.
Mike was sitting on the couch next to his uncle. Sara was sitting at the bottom of the bed that was near the sofa. The adults were watching news on tv, watching was the key word there, as the volume was so low that they could barely hear what was said.
Mike was drawing a boat at the coffee table. He loved drawing boats but that time it wasn’t a pirate ship, it was a large sailboat. Lincoln glanced at his nephew’s creation and found it oddly familiar. It didn’t make any sense but he would have sworn that it looked like the Christina Rose, the boat that Michael had commissioned in Panama in prevision for their escape from Fox River. His eyes returned to the screen, more for the distraction than anything else. It was getting late and they still hadn’t heard from Michael. Suddenly, two soft knocks on the door were heard inside the room.
Mike glanced up at his mother who briefly locked eyes with her brother-in-law. Sara quickly got up and went to the bedroom door. She peeked through the spy-hole, holding her breath when she saw that it was Michael.
She opened the door and Michael entered, shutting the door behind him with a shaky hand. His stare was blank and he was white as a ghost. All eyes were on him, not that he noticed it. They were waiting for him to talk but he didn’t seem like he was about to.Lincoln was the first one to speak up: “How did it go at the shipyard?” Still no reaction from Michael.Sara started to look at her husband with concern. “Michael”, she said, trying to grab his attention unsuccessfully.
“Michael”, she repeated a little louder and that time he looked at her. “How did it go, Michael?” If he was there, with them, it meant that he wasn’t under arrest, Sara thought. That was a good sign, right?“It’s over”, Michael finally replied, his face emotionless.They had been disillusioned so often that Sara didn’t want to be too hopeful before she knew for sure. “What do you mean exactly?”Michael’s gaze met Sara’s and he responded: “I’m free Finally.” His voice broke a little at the end and he closed his eyes, lowering his head in the process.Sara’s reaction was instinctive: she wrapped her arms around him, her hands holding his upper back tight. Michael’s head rested in the crook of her neck and Sara felt a few tears coming out of Michael’s eyes, hers soon joining his.
Michael was free. They were all free. They embraced for a long time and only let go of each other when they realized that they were not alone in the room. They wiped their eyes rapidly and returned their attention to the two persons sitting on the couch.“What happened with” Lincoln didn’t believe that Poseidon deserved to be acknowledged by his real name.
He had never liked the guy. Now he knew why!“He’s been arrested for the murder of Harlan Gaines and for framing me.” Lincoln and Sara both exhaled in relief when they heard the news.Michael’s eyes fell on his son who was staring at him but when he looked at him, Mike avoided his gaze. Michael walked in his direction and slowly sat on the coffee table in front of him.
Sara followed him and sat on the couch’s armrest, her and Lincoln on either side of Mike. She put a hand around her son protectively.“Hi Mike”, he said with a gentle voice.
Mike glanced up at his father tentatively. “I’m sorry we had to meet under such terrible circumstances and I’m sorry you got caught in the middle of all this.”Mike swallowed and looked at Michael in the eye. “I’m sorry for what I said to you”, he blurted, remorse evident on his face. “He told me Mommy was dead and then he told me that you had done horrible things.” He had first realized that Jacob was a liar as soon as he had noticed his supposedly dead mother hiding behind a tree outside of the room where he was held.
Confusion and betrayal had prevailed first, soon replaced by relief to be in his mother’s arms and to see that his uncle was okay. Sara and Lincoln had explained to him who Jacob really was and how he had forced Michael to stay away from his family. After that, guilt had invaded him. He had understood that his real father was indeed the person he had met in the lake house and that he was the good man he had always thought he was. Since he had learned that Michael had gone to confront Jacob, he had hoped that his father would have the upper hand and that he would get the chance to apologize to him in person.Michael’s heart broke at his son’s words. How could a man do such despicable things to an innocent child? He pushed away the anger that threatened to overcome him to focus on the beautiful boy that Sara had to raise without him and that he had longed to meet for seven years.
“It’s okay, Mike. I don’t blame you. He lied to everyone, not just to you. Do you understand what I’m trying to say?” Mike nodded slowly and Michael took it as a sign that he had reached out to him. “I’m sure that your mother and your uncle have told you the most important things that you needed to know but do you have questions for me?”Sara had never heard Michael speak with such a soft voice. She had always thought his voice was soft with her but she now knew that he could have an even softer voice with his child. That made her smile.Mike seemed to hesitate for a second before he opened his mouth.
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“Are we really safe now?”“Yes, Mike, we are”, Michael replied with conviction. A hint of a smile appeared on the little boy’s face. They were safe. He was right: storms could come back. And he would finally be able to get to know his father. “Do you have other questions for me?
You can ask me anything.”His eyes fell on Michael’s hands. “Is it true that you have secret messages hidden inside your tattoos?”Michael smiled. A genuine smile.
“Yes, it is”, he confirmed. “For example”, he started while he revealed his forearm and pointed at some blue shapes, “this is the hours for the Northern New York Regional Zoo.”“Why would you want that?”Michael exhaled before answering. “Because I liked going to the zoo. Do you know who else liked to go to this zoo?” Mike shook his head.
“Your mother. She often brought you there when you were little.”Mike looked at his mother for confirmation. “That’s right, Mike. You liked to see all the animals. But you particularly loved the birds.”Mike smiled at the idea. It sounded like him. Birds have always fascinated him.
“Did you secretly follow us there?”His son was smart, very smart and Michael’s pride was visible. And here, in Arabic, are passages from the Quran that I used to send a message to your uncle. It was actually a map to lead him to a place that we would need to escape.”“A map?!” His uncle nodded to confirm. His interest couldn’t have been higher. “Uncle Linc, did you know what it meant right away?”“No”, he chuckled.
“But I knew it was a code because it was from your father. I had to ask for help actually.” He turned to Sara and added: “Sheba and C-Note.”Mike was amazed.
His father liked to hide secret messages in his tattoos, just like him with his drawings. He looked at Michael expectantly. He wanted to know everything about the tattoos!Michael then showed the palms of his hands and asked: “These are my favorites.
Can you see what they are?”“Eyes?”“That’s correct”, he corroborated gently.“But do you know whose eyes are these?” Mike mouthed “no”, which prompted Michael to continue. “Your mother’s.”Mike gasped at the revelation then quickly added: “So that you wouldn’t feel lonely when you were away?”“Yes”, he replied, getting choked up. “And also so that I could look at her when I needed strength.” He looked at Sara when he pronounced the last sentence. Sara held his gaze and he saw a wave of emotions on her face, the same emotions he had felt so many times while thinking about Sara. Pain, sorrow but also love. So much love.Oblivious to his parents’ internal turmoil, Mike retorted, excitedly: “That is so cool! Do you have more tattoos than Uncle Linc?”“Not anymore.
I used to, a long time ago, but I had them removed. I got these tattoos more recently and they’re only on my hands and forearms.”“Are you going to remove them too?”“I’m not sure yet”, he replied, which was true. Except for the tattoos on the back of his hands, he wouldn’t mind keeping the other ones. He would have to ask Sara about them.Mike interrupted his reflections: “Uncle Linc has lots of tattoos but I don’t think they have secret codes hidden in them.” Lincoln smirked. Yeah, well, I’m not as crazy as my brother, he said to himself.
“Mommy has tattoos too!”Michael’s head turned instantly to focus on Sara. One of his eyebrows raised, he couldn’t mask his surprise. That was definitely something new. She had never considered getting a tattoo before.
She had even told him so at some point. “My favorite is the one on her shoulder. It’s a crane. Mommy says it symbolizes family.” His lips were curled up in a big grin, his enthusiasm was evident.“I love cranes too”, Michael simply responded with a smile of his own, eyeing Sara one more time, as if to say “this conversation is not over”. She returned his smile but did not elaborate. Now was not the time.Three loud knocks were heard inside the bedroom and Michael jumped in his skin. Sara saw his shoulders relax as soon as they heard the voice on the other of the door say “room service”.
She got up once again to open the door, gently touching his shoulder, and came back with four meals. They had ordered burgers with fries and salad. Sara put everything on the table. Michael had moved to sit on the ground, close to his son.
Sara sat down on the carpet as well, in front of Mike and next to Michael. Michael lifted the top bun of his burger and removed the pickles that were on the meat. He stopped when he was about to put the bun back. Mike was doing the exact same thing with his burger.“You don’t like pickles either?” he whispered to his son.Mike made a face and replied in a low voice: “I find them disgusting.”Michael’s response (“I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks that!”) made Sara smile and shake her head in disbelief. She had no idea that Mike’s famous distaste for pickles came from his father.
It was incredible how these two were alike, even despite the fact that they had only formally been introduced to each other 24 hours before. She wondered how many more surprises she was going to discover in the future about the father and son duo.“You know what that means, Mikey?” Lincoln interjected, his hand above Mike’s meal. “It means more for me!” And with that, he took the slices of pickles from his plate as well as his brother’s.Twenty minutes later, dinner was finished. Mike wiped his hands on a napkin and asked, to no one in particular: “No dessert?”“Sorry, baby”, Sara answered, regretting that she had completely forgotten to add dessert to her order.“I have Tic Tacs”, exclaimed Lincoln, pulling a little box from his pocket.“Tic Tacs”, Mike shouted.“There was a boy in Yemen. He was a bit older than you, Mike. He called me Tic Tac Man because I gave him Tic Tacs once.” Mike chuckled, soon followed by his father. “Oh, don’t laugh, Michael.
He had a good name for you too!”“For me?!”“Yeah, he called you Bubble Gum Man!”“Ha! That must be because I always gave him gum in the messages that I asked him to deliver for me in exchange for his assistance.”They stayed at the table a little while longer before Sara instructed Mike to go get ready for bed and they both quickly disappeared in the bathroom. It was way past his regular bedtime but it wasn’t a normal day. It was the first day of their lives as a family, as a complete family, and it was worth going to sleep much later than usual. While Sara and Mike were in the bathroom, Lincoln took the opportunity to ask about Whip and T-Bag. Michael revealed the details of the face-off with Jacob and A&W, tears menacing to spill when he announced the passing of Whip.
Lincoln barely knew the guy but he had come to like him and he admired how loyal Whip had been to Michael, up until his last breath.When Mike was sitting in bed, his legs under the blankets, Lincoln wished them a good night and retreated to his bedroom. Michael’s gaze following him until the door was closed behind him. Sara explained to Michael that she had clothes for him thanks to her friend Heather who had brought clothes that belonged to her, her husband and her son for all of them. The fit wasn’t perfect but they would be able to wear clean clothes until they went shopping or, as in Sara and Mike’s case, until they went back to the house to pick up their own clothes.Before Michael went to the bathroom (he was in a desperate need of a shower), he approached Mike’s bed. “Is it okay if I hug you, Mike?” Mike nodded and let his father put his arms tight around him, hugging him back.
It was very different from the hug that they had shared at the lake house. They were not scared for their lives anymore and Mike reveled in the safety of his father’s strong arms for the first time.Michael took his time in the shower, wishing that the almost burning liquid could wash away all the blood that was on his hands.
Whip’s blood was literally and figuratively on his hands but he knew all too well that no matter how long he stayed under the spray, he would not be able to get rid of it. He finally allowed himself to mourn the man he had brought into his quest, his devoted partner for the last six years. Whip would be, he hoped, the last person close to one of them to die of all this madness. His mind jumped to Sid, probably the only person he had ever met in prison who absolutely did not deserve to be there.
No one should be imprisoned for loving another individual. Sid had his whole life ahead of him but he would never enjoy freedom. If tears came out of Michael’s eyes, they mixed with the running water of the shower. Sara must have started to worry because next thing he knew he heard knocks on the bathroom door and Sara asking him if he was alright. He put an end to his shower, brushed his teeth and put the pajamas pants and clean tee-shirt that Sara had given him.
He exited the bathroom to find Mike asleep and Sara on the other bed. “How is he?”“He was shaken up, like the rest of us.
But I think he’s going to be fine. Love, and time, will heal.”He nodded and glanced at the door leading to Lincoln’s room, hesitating before speaking again. “Is it okay, me here with you and Mike? I mean, I could go with Linc”“Do you want to go with Linc?”“It’s not just about what I want, Sara”, he replied, looking at Mike.Sara glanced at her son, their son, and smiled. Despite everything he’s been through, her husband was still putting everyone else’s needs before his own.
“I want you here, with us, where you belong and should always have been. You’re his father and my husband, Michael.” She paused for a second before asking: “What do you want?”He didn’t answer her question. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep”“That makes two of us. At least, we’ll be together.”Her words and the smile that supported them made his last doubts vanish. He joined Sara in bed and laid down on his back next to her. Turning on her side to face him, Sara immediately took Michael’s left hand in hers. They remained immobile for some time before Sara spoke: “I’m sorry I let him in our lives.” In response, Michael squeezed her hand.
“I let him near our son, Michael”, she added. She had finally verbalized her deepest regret. She wouldn’t mention how dirty she felt for having shared her bed with Jacob. Those feelings, she decided, she would keep to herself, just like, she was sure, Michael would hide some of the things that had happened in the last seven years from her. They would have to deal with them on their own and it was okay. For the most part, they would be able to rely on each other to heal and that was what mattered.“I thought we had agreed a long time ago, outside the warehouse in Los Angeles, that we were done with apologies. Because if it’s not the case, how about I’m sorry it took me seven years to come back to you?”Sara lifted herself up on one elbow and locked eyes with him in the dimly lit room.
I’ll just say this then: thank you for coming back to us”, she murmured before gently kissing him on the lips and returning to her initial position on the bed. Sara turned his hand in hers and stared at his palm. “So, you have my eyes in your hands.” She was curious about the tattoo and wanted to change the topic of conversation at the same time, in order to diffuse some of the tension.“I have the image of your eyes on my hands. It sounds less creepy, don’t you think?”“Yeah, and considerably more romantic”, she added playfully.“He has your eyes”, Michael said with a smile. Sara returned his smile. “He looks a lot like you.” He turned on his side to face her.
“He’s as beautiful as you.”Sara blushed at the compliment, taking his right hand in hers and gently stroking his knuckles with her finger. “You know, at first, I was disappointed that he didn’t have the same eye color as you. But, with time, I learned that he didn’t need to physically look like you to actually look like you, to think like you and act like you.” Michael was suspended to her every word. He was so eager to learn more about his son.
He was also proud of the fact that his son already resembled him so much. “I remember Lincoln telling me when Mike was about two years old, that he reminded him of you so much. Just the way he was playing, it was you at the same age.” Michael heard the love Sara had for their son but also sensed the pain that was accompanying it. The pain that he had involuntarily caused. Sara perceived his sense of guilt immediately and tried to alleviate his burden.
“It might take some time, Michael, but we’re going to get through this.” Michael’s response was to wrap his arms around Sara and hold her tight. Tears escaped from their eyes and they let them flow freely.
They were together at last and life suddenly looked brighter. “I love you”, Sara whispered after a moment of silence.“I love you too, Sara”, Michael replied.