Blackened tires, the charred remains of a car; big yellow galoshes squish around burnt wreckage as i...
2009-10-02
Mahone sits in his backyard on the phone. From the other end of the line we hear: “Canadian and Mexi...
As night turns into day over Fox River Penitentiary, a hand meticulously works over a crypto-quote. ...
A car shoots down the rural highway, Lincoln at the wheel, Michael sitting shotgun. Nika’s in the ba...
Michael stands in the parking lot of the Blanding Botanical Gardens with his hat pulled low. He roll...
Sucre keeps the gun trained on Michael, T-Bag and C-Note. Michael pleads with him but Sucre doesn’t ...
T-Bag jams his forearm into Jeanette’s mouth to keep her quiet. Michael moves to the window at the f...
A playing card slaps the spoke of a bicycle wheel as a pair of dirty sneakers pedal toward the drive...
Lincoln drives, Michael’s shotgun again as they navigate Geary’s car down a well-paved, but empty hi...