Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break
Michae lwalk into the cigar club and we split our separate ways. I head towards the back of the building and I see the glass doors dividing me from the boxes. I go to open the door but it's locked. I glance around, making sure I'm not being watch and I pull a bobby pin from my hair. I straighten the pin and go to slid it into the key hole but a hand is placed on my shoulder. I jump slightly and turn to see Michael.
"It's time to go,"
Michael grabs my hand and leads me through the kitchen. We push our way out the emergency door, setting off an alarm and into a back ally. I look to my right to see a squad care entering the ally. Michael and I run out a side gate unseen. We quickly walk back to the car and slide in. "We didn't get it,"
"And we need to get back in there soon. Once the Company finds out we were in there, it won't be long before they start wondering why. Find a spot close to the club and sit tight. We're gonna take the car. We'll be back in a couple of hours," Michael says.
"Where you going?" Lincoln asks.
"Turns out that maybe there's one member of that club who can help us," Michael says as he hold out a pamphlet. I take it from his hand and scan over the names of honoured members.
"Dad. The last time I saw him I told him off Michael. He wont want to help us,"
"There is one thing I have learned about dads. They will do what ever it takes to keep there children safe and happy," Michael says.
Lincoln and Kellerman get out of the car and Michael and I move into the front seats. We drive down the streets of Chicago and to my childhood home. We get out of the car and walk up to the front steps. Michael stands hidden from view in the flower bed and I knock of the door. He answers the door and his smile fads away. "What are you doing here? Aside from jumping bail and evading the authorities?"
"Dad I need to talk to you. But I need to know that you will listen,"
"I can assure you Sam, we've got nothing to discuss,"
"Dad, please, I didn't mean what I said before. It was just heat of the moment. I need five minutes. After that, if you want us to, we'll leave,"
"Who's us?" Dad asks.
Michael steps one of the flower bed and onto the step. He interlocks his hand with mine. Dad stares at us in shock. Michael and I step inside and stand by the old china cabinet.
"I don't want any trouble," Dad says.
"Good. Because that's not why we're here,"
"What the hell are you thinking about, waltzing in here? You're a wanted criminal! In case you've forgotten, I dedicated my career, my entire life, to keeping people like you behind bars," Dad says loudly.
"You're talking about guilty people. My brother is innocent. And we may have the evidence to prove it," Michael says.
"I don't give a rat's ass about you or your brother. I trusted you. I took you under my wing. I treated you like my own son. I believed you. Day after day you lied to me. What kind of a man does that?" dad asks angrily.
"A desperate one. One that will do anything for the people he loves," I answer for Michael.
"Well, I don't care. I want you out of here," Dad says.
"The evidence. It's in a locked box at the Corona de Oro Club and you're a member," Michael says.
"Out!" Father demands.
"Dad! Please listen,"
"Sam, I'm tempted to say you should've known better. But after what you did…"
"Dad! Saras father was looking into the Burrows case and was murdered. A few days later Sara and I were kidnapped and held hostage. That day Sara also died! I almost died! Over this key,"
"Yeah. Well, you two made a big mistake coming here today. You gave me no choice. I'm gonna notify the authorities right now," Dad says carelessly. Michael moves towards dad as he reaches for the phone. Michael pulls a gun from his pocket and points it at dad. "I'm sorry. But I can't let you do that. I don't wanna hurt you, Henry,"
"Said by the man with the gun," Dad says.
"If it's the only way to convince you, so be it," Michael says.
"Well, you're not gonna convince me by doing that," Dad states.
"We're no the people you think we are," I sigh.
"Yeah, well, I have a pretty good idea who you two are," dad scowls.
"If that's true, then you already know I never wanted to be in Fox River. I never wanted to meet you, Henry. I certainly didn't want to ruin your life," Michael says.
"Yeah? Well, you've done a pretty damn good job," Dad says.
"You're not saying anything to him I haven't said myself, dad. I've looked into this. What he's saying to you is absolutely true. Trust me,"
"I've trusted you before Sam. It all has blown up in my face,"
"I just want my brother's life back. I want people to know the truth. I'd give anything for that. I'd lay down my life," Michael says.
"That's easy for you to say, standing on that side of the gun," Dad huffs and Michael places the gun on the counter. "What if I'm standing on this side?"
"I could shoot you right now and not even think twice," Dad says.
"But you won't. You've spent too much time around prisons to throw your life away like that,"
"What the hell are you two trying to pull?" Dad asks loudly.
"It's simple. That's the key to an innocent man's freedom. Come on, Henry. We both know there's something going on here. Too many people have died. Look me in the eye. Tell me you don't believe there's a cover-up going on right now," Michael says.
"I've got no moral obligations here, Michael. As far as I know, Lincoln is as guilty as hell," Dad says.
"Then take a ten-minute drive with us and we'll find out. That's all I ask,"
"Dad, you've looked into this before. You've thought about it,"
"I have. And I've come to one conclusion. This has nothing to do with me. But I am a man of the law, and right now, I've got a convicted felon standing inside my house,"
"Well, maybe there's something I can offer you to make you change your mind. Sam go get cleaned up. I'll get you when your father and I are done talking," Michael says and I nod.
I walk to the bathroom and close the door behind me. I hunch over the sink and splash my face with warm water. I look up at the mirror as I dry my face with a soft cotton towel. My eyes blood shot from lake of sleep, the cut caused by Kellerman scabbed over and my lips chapped. I look down at the cut on my arm caused my the windshield accident crusted over but still tender. I reach into the medicine cabinet and pull out the first aid kit. I take out rubbing alcohol wipes and gauze. I clean up the wound then wrap it up. There is a knock on the door and I exit back into the living room. Michael leads us outside and we drive back down to the cigar club.
"You're certain? About what's in the box?" Dad asks.
"No. But it's all we've got," Michael says.
"Thank you, Dad," I say and dad heads for the club. Michael and I drive up a little ways up the street and position the car so we see the front doors of the club. I lean my seat back so I am looking at the roof of the car. "You still owe me dinner,"
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. After I started the fire in the break room you said I deserved something: dinner,"
"Well, maybe after we wrap this up we can stop off and get you a burrito on the way back to your dads house,"
"I don't know what you're used to but anything short of beer and chicken wings is not gonna cut it with me," I laugh.
"It's a date," Michael says as he takes my hand.
The phone rings and I answer it. "How'd you pull it off?" Lincolns voice fills my ear.
"I'll tell you later. Is he in yet?"
"Yep,"
"This shouldn't take more than a couple of minutes. Any longer than that, we'll know we've got trouble," I say then hang up.
Minutes pass and Michael phones Lincoln back. "This is taking too long,"I say to Michael as he talks to his brother. I look out at the cigar club to see a shot Asian man talking to dad. "What's happening?"
Michael starts the cars engine and starts driving towards dad and the man. Michael drive up onto the curb and kit's the Asian man. He backs up and Dad hops into the passengers' seat as I hop into the back. The Asian man gets up and pulls out his gun. Lincoln and Kellerman come out of nowhere and tackle him to the ground. Lincoln continues to beat on the Asian man as Keller man takes on his buddies.
"Let's go! Linc!" I yell out the now open door. Lincoln slides into the car and I close the door behind him. As Kellerman reaches for the cars door handle I lock it.
"Sam!" He yells and we drive off.
We pull up back at dads house and I give him a hug in thanks. Dad heads for the door to go in but stops and looks back at Michael.
"Michael, what's going on?"
"I made a deal with Pope," Michael says as he goes to fallow dad but I grab his hand to stop him.
"What kind of deal?"
"If he came with us, and if we got what we needed...I said I'd turn myself in," Michael says. "It was the only thing I could think of. You two can still finish this. You'll just have to do it without me,"
"I'm not gonna let you do this, Michael. There's no coming back from this," Lincoln says.
"Your brother's right. I wouldn't count on the courts to show you any leniency in this," Dad says.
"That doesn't matter. I said I'd hold up my end of the deal," Michael says.
"You already did," Dad says as he holds up a memory stick. "I listened to this. You have something here. There are gonna be a lot of people who wish you didn't but you do. I'd go now if I were you. And don't consider this forgiveness. In fact, I'm about ten seconds away from changing my mind,"
"Thanks dad. You wont regret this," I say and we hope into the car and down to a hotel. We sit around a coffee table with a laptop placed on top.
"Here we go. You think it's a conversation?" I breath.
"One they don't want us to hear. You ready?" Michael asks as he plugs in the memory stick.
"Let's do it," I say then the room goes silent as it begins to play.