Asleep in his darkened cell, Lincoln jerks awake as the fluorescent lights snap on and the cell door...
2009-10-02
Blood covers the yard department floor. Abruzzi smiles as one of his goons holds gardening shears. M...
In the yard, Michael and Westmoreland square off in a game of checkers. Michael’s intelligent play e...
Michael Scofield watches a tattoo artist add the finishing touches to a section of his arm. She marv...
Back in the tattoo parlor where Michael’s plan first took shape, Sid, the artist, finishes filling i...
Water courses down Michael’s bare arm over a tattoo of an angel. Michael looks up when he hears a me...
Michael’s voice carries us through the bowels of the prison, into a pipe through which Westmoreland’...
Riots, Drills and The Devil" Tensions run high as chaos continues to erupt behind the walls of...
The rides and attractions at Chicago’s Navy Pier glisten in the afternoon sun. An unassuming middle-...
Another day begins in the grim confines of Fox River. Michael walks over to his cell’s sink, splashe...
Drops of blood bead along a newly inked line on Michael Scofield’s forearm. Sid, Michael’s tattoo ar...
Michael, five years younger, adjusts his tie in a streamlined office of an architecture firm overloo...
Michael spreads glue over another piece of the Warden’s Taj Mahal model. His eyes focused on the tas...
Three years ago. Walking down the streets of Chicago, Michael finds Lincoln asleep in the doorway ...
The clock on the execution room wall reads 11:58 PM. Only minutes before Lincoln Burrows’ execution,...