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<p><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: "Courier New"; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;"><strong>(1)</strong></span></p><p><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: "Courier New"; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;"><strong>101 " ilot"<br/>Airdate: <chsdate year="2005" month="8" day="29" islunardate="False" isrocdate="False" wst="on"></chsdate>08/29/2005<chsdate></chsdate></strong></span><span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: "Courier New"; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-font-kerning: 1.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;"><br/> <br/><br/>Michael Scofield watches a tattoo artist add the finishing touches to a section of his arm. She marvels at her masterpiece. In just a matter of months, Michael has tattooed his chest, back and both arms down to the wrists. The tattoo artist tells him that it takes most guys a few years to get that much ink done. Michael cryptically replies, “I don’t have a few years.”<br/>Michael hurries back to his apartment, passing a small origami swan perched on his desk. Every inch of wall and window space is wallpapered with papers, maps and newspaper articles. Some article titles read: “Lincoln Burrows’ Final Appeal Denied,” “Governor’s Daughter Wins Humanitarian Award,” and “Life Sentence for Mob Boss Abruzzi.” Michael methodically tears the web of information off the windows, and then turns to his computer. He pulls the hard drive out and steps out onto the balcony. Michael rears back and throws his hard drive into the <place wst="on"></place>Chicago River<place></place> below.<br/>The next day, Michael stands inside a bank, arm raised high with a gun pointed toward the ceiling. Bank personnel and clients sprawl across the floor, covering their heads. Michael fires his gun upward; the people cower. He points the gun at a bank employee behind the counter. “The vault. Open it.” She tells him that she can’t because the bank manager is not around; he’s at lunch. Michael aims his gun upward again and fires twice. “I’m not playing games, open it.” The bank employee tries to convince him that the half million he has in his bag is more than enough for him to just walk away. She trails off at the sounds of sirens. Squad cars surround the building. A police helicopter circles the bank. Michael drops his weapons, raises his hands and slowly turns around. <br/>Inside a courtroom, Michael sits behind a table. His lawyer and longtime friend, Veronica Donovan, stands beside him. The judge is baffled by Michael’s no contest plea and suggests that he rethink it. When Michael says he is sure of his plea, Veronica steps in and tries to convince him otherwise. But Michael refuses to change it. The judge calls a recess to determine Michael’s sentence. As the bailiff leads Michael away, Michael sees his nephew, LJ, sitting in the courtroom. “Go home LJ. I didn’t want you to see this,” Michael tells him.<br/>Veronica follows Michael to a jail cell in the courthouse. “He’s not going to take this well,” Michael says, referring to LJ. “Can you blame him?” Veronica snaps back. She tells him that LJ is beginning to feel like everyone he cares about is going to end up in prison. Veronica adds and LJ isn’t the only one who feels that way. Veronica interrogates Michael further about his behavior in the courtroom and the behavior that landed him there. This isn’t like him. But Michael insists, “You’ve got to let me deal with this.”<br/>Back in the courtroom, the judge announces her decision. She was inclined to give Michael probation. But, because he fired a deadly weapon during the attempted robbery, she wants him to do time. She notices that Michael has requested a prison close to his <city wst="on"></city><place wst="on"></place>Chicago<place></place><city></city> home and places him at Fox River Penitentiary, a maximum security prison. The term of his sentence will be five years, beginning immediately.<br/>Fox River Penitentiary is an old prison. Guard towers and forbidding razor wire line the perimeter. Inside, a correctional officer barks out orders as new inmates walk through their welcoming process. Here, inmates shower and receive prison uniforms. Michael is coldly greeted by the head correctional officer, Captain Brad Bellick. Bellick reads over Michael’s forms and lays out the rules of the prison. There are two commandments at <place wst="on"></place>Fox River<place></place>. “One, you’ve got nothing coming to you,” Bellick gruffly states. When Michael inquires about the second commandment, Bellick replies, “See commandment number one.” Michael tells Bellick he’s just trying to do his time and get out, fly under the radar. Bellick looks down at Michael’s form again; the words “Type I Diabetes” are written and circled.<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;"/><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;"/></span></p> |
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