“End of the Tunnel” #112 Revised
SUCRE: This is it, Fish.
Michael nods solemnly. Starts for the door.
SUCRE: Hey
Michael turns. Sucre embraces him.
SUCRE: Good luck to both of us.
Off that embrace - Cut to -
EXT. YARD BY P.I. - DAY
Michael and the others move toward the guards room in silence. T-Bag sidles up next to Michael.
T-BAG: Come to your senses, did you?
Michael says nothing..
T-BAG: What, you figure some magic way to get your brother out of that hole and into the guards’ room?
Michael’s face is unreadable. Emotionless.
MICHAEL: He’s not gonna be there.
He moves on. Behind him is C-Note and Westmoreland, having overheard meet eyes. Whoa.
EXT. FOX RIVER - DAY
Veronica pulls up in Quinn’s car. (Ep. 111) amidst the growing throng of reporters, protestors, etc. As she emerges from the car, pull back to a ND sedan watching from across the street.
INT. ND VEHICLE - CONTINUOUS
We’ve seen one of the faces before - the CROOKED REPORTER (Ep. 107). Beside her, BRINKER, 30 a serious ass-kicker of a woman with a buzzcut. She’s got a bluetooth cell headset. Into it:
BRINKER: She’s back in play.
INT. OFFICE - DAY (INTERCUT AS NECESSARY)
Reveal on the other side of the call, KELLERMAN.
KELLERMAN: Good. Who’s there with you?
BRINKER (O.S.) : Tangren
KELLERMAN: What about Hale?
BRINKER: Nope. MIA.
KELLERMAN: He’s supposed to be there. What do you mean he’s MIA?
BRINKER: Think it’s a fairly concise term.
Kellerman grits his jaw. More shit to deal with.
BRINKER: She’s moving. What do you want me to do?
KELLERMAN: Get her out of there… and end it.
He hangs up. Takes a beat, miffed. Where the hell is Hale?
EXT. FOX RIVER - DAY
Following Veronica as she moves through the people. There’s a voice behind her.
BRINKER (O.S.): Ms. Donovan.
She turns to see Brinker and he Crooked Reporter there. Brinker flashes a badge.
BRINKER: We need to have a word with you.
Veronica retreats. Brinker reveals a little more, the PISTOL hidden beneath her jacket in the waistband.
BRINKER: It wasn’t a question.
Veronica turns instead, hurries deeper into the crowd of 30 or so people.
Brinker curses under her breath, hurries tactfully after Veronica with Crooked Reporter.
ON VERONICA - looking back at them, pushing ahead, seeing a REPORTER prepping to go before the news camera.
VERONICA (harried): Excuse me. Excuse me.
Brinker and the Crooked Reporter subtly hold up.
REPORTER: Lady, you’re gonna have to step away. We’re about to go live here.
ANGELA WEST, 29, news producer, attractive, looks up at the incursion from her busy work at the van.
VERONICA: You got to listen to me. My name’s Veronica Donovan. I represent Lincoln Burrows -
REPORTER: Great, but this isn’t the time for it.
Another PRODUCER intercedes, guides Veronica away from the Reporter and CAMERA MAN.
PRODUCER: Ma’am. You’re gonna have to step aside.
Veronica steps aside, quickly flashes a look back toward her pursuers. No sign of them. As she scans the crowd -
ANGELA WEST (curiosity piqued): Ms. Donovan. I’m sorry, you said you represent Lincoln Burrows?