Prison Break

Pilot

-Michael looks down at his arm being finished tattooed, Syd, the artist, finishes-

SYD: That's it. Can I just, you know, look at it for a minute?

MICHAEL: You're an artist, Syd.

SYD: You're telling me that you're just gonna walk out of here and I'm never gonna see it again?

MICHAEL: There's a good chance of that, yes.

SYD: Most guys, you know, for the first one, they start with something small - 'mom', girlfriend's initials, something like that - not you. You get a full set of sleeves all in a couple of months. It takes guys a few years to get the ink you got.

[Michael puts on his shirt]

MICHAEL: I don't have a few years. I wish to hell I did.

[Michael pays Syd and exits]

[Michael enters his apartment. The camera focuses on an origami swan on a table in his apartment, then on him. He picks up his bin and starts ripping down all the newspaper articles, maps and other various things that cover a large area of his big windows. He then removes the hard drive from his computer, goes out onto his balcony and throws it into the river below]

[Michael stands at the counter in a bank and shoots a gun into the air three times while all of the other customers are lying on the floor with their hands on their heads. We hear screams and a baby starts to cry. He then points the gun at a woman behind the desk]

MICHAEL: The vault. Open it.

BANK WORKER: We can't. The branch manager's not here.

MICHAEL: Where is he?

BANK WORKER: It's lunchtime, he's at White Castle.

MICHAEL: White Castle?

BANK WORKER: It's a fast food restaurant. They serve those little square burgers.

MICHAEL: I know what it is.

[Michael shoots the gun into the air twice more. We hear more screams]

MICHAEL: I'm not playing games. Open it.

BANK WORKER: Sir, you have a half a million dollars cash in your bag, don't you think it would be better if...

[The sound of police sirens as they pull up outside the bank. Michael holds his hands in the air]

POLICEMAN: [Out of shot, through a megaphone] This is the police. You are completely surrounded.

[Michael turns around to see there are a lot of police aiming their guns at him from behind their cars]

POLICEMAN [Out of shot, through a megaphone] Put down your weapon.

[Michael takes another gun out of the front of his waistband]

POLICEMAN: [Out of shot, through a megaphone] Put down your weapon now!

[Michael drops both guns]

[Michael is in court with his solicitor, Veronica, for his hearing]

JUDGE: Rarely in the case of armed robbery do we hear a plea of no contest. Are you sure about this, Mr Scofield?

MICHAEL: I'm sure, your honour.

VERONICA: Your honour, we'd like to recess if we could, my client's a bit confused at the moment.

MICHAEL: I'm not, your honour.

VERONICA: He is, your honour.

[Veronica gives Michael a stern look]

JUDGE: Perhaps you should heed your representation's advice. Take some additional time to consider your response.