In the yard, Michael and Westmoreland square off in a game of checkers. Michael’s intelligent play e...
2009-10-02
Michael Scofield watches a tattoo artist add the finishing touches to a section of his arm. She marv...
Asleep in his darkened cell, Lincoln jerks awake as the fluorescent lights snap on and the cell door...
Blood covers the yard department floor. Abruzzi smiles as one of his goons holds gardening shears. M...
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-...
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, five years younger, adjusts his tie in a streamlined office of an architecture firm overloo...
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...
The clock on the execution room wall reads 11:58 PM. Only minutes before Lincoln Burrows’ execution,...
Michael and the escape team are still trapped in the prison utility room. Above them, the newly inst...
The slow and labored thumping of a heartbeat pulses. Abruzzi strains to remain conscious as Sara pus...