Interviewer : Sorry to keep you waiting.

Michael

: Oh, it's not a problem.

Interviewer : Hmm. Impressive resume.

Michael

: Thank you.

Interviewer : Tell me why you chose to pursue a career in engineering?

Michael

: Well, um. I've always been

interested in, ah...structure.

Geometry. How things fit together. How an object that performs a

function can also be a work of art.
Interviewer : What about the future? Where do you see yourself in five years?

My name is Michael Scofield, and Im a fugitive. three weeks ago I was in a

Panamanian prison, while I was there I was approached by the company. the
company is a corrupt organization involved in all levels of industry and
government. They gave me two options, break one of their men, James Whistler
out of that prison or else theyll kill the only woman I ever loved, Dr. Sara
Tancredi. I held up my end of the deal and I broke whistler out, but the
company, they killed Sara anyway. I don't know why the company wanted James
Whistler out of prison but Ive tracked him here, to Los Angeles, he is with
another company agent I know only as Gretchen, the same agent who
murdered Sara. This ends today! I came here seeking justice, the justice I now
know the system cannot provide. so if your reading this letter youll know I died
avenging Sara's death.

Lincoln

: I didn't do it.

Michael

: The Vice President's brother. Do you have any idea what they're

gonna do to you?
Lincoln

: I didn't do it, man. It was a set up. I didn't do it.

Michael

: You knew him.

Lincoln

: Who?

Michael

: Steadman.

Lincoln

: No.

Michael

: You worked for his company.

Lincoln

: So what?

Michael

: From which you were fired a few weeks ago.

Lincoln

: I loaded containers in the warehouse. Never met the guy. What

the heII, Mike? You sound Iike one of the damn detectives.

Michael

: I'm just saying.

Lincoln

: You think I did it?

Michael

: I heard you owe someone 90 grand.

Lincoln

: Who toId you that?

Michael

: People talk. And I know Steadman had a Iot of money.

Lincoln

: I may be a Iot of things, but I'm not a murderer.

Michael

: Then what were you doing in that garage Iast night? You
admitted to the poIice you were there. HonestIy, Linc, I don't know
how it's come to this. And you can't keep blaming Mom for dying
and Dad for Ieaving, because I was there, too. Difference is, I got
out. Mom had Iife insurance. I took my haIf, put myseIf through
schooI. What did you do with your haIf, Linc?

Lincoln

: Everything's not how it Iooks, MichaeI.

Michael

: I hope for your sake that's true.