An Idea for season 4

[jpot27]

You got it smiley, we americans are always happy to oblidge, dispite what you hear about us in the media, lol.

Scene 2:
(LJ returns from visiting Sucre to the hospital room Sofia is about to be dischaged from, having recovered from her gun shot wounds. Lincoln is talking to her while he's helping her pack up)
Lincoln: Must be nice to be going home today, huh, Sophia?
Sophia: Home, where ever that may be now that James is gone. Did you ever get the suit case?
Lincoln:Michael took it, had some company files or something in it. My god I hope he's alright.
Sophia: Your brother is a very brave and smart man, I'm sure he can handle himself fine.
Lincoln: He's smart alright but now with everything thats happen, Whistler, Sara. He may get recless.
(LJ walks in)
Lincoln: Did you see him?
LJ: Yeah, he wanted me to thank you for the money you sent back to the states and wished us safety. So what's the plan?
Lincoln: I don't know yet LJ, I'm not Michael, it's going to take some time. Its not like we have a blueprint to tattoo, or even any idea of whats going on in there. It's going to be tough. At least Michael is keeping the company busy while we do this.
LJ: Your his brother, your just as smart, just in a different way, dad.
Sophia: What plan, Lincoln what are you talking about?
Lincoln: Ugh! Sophia I didn't want you to know about this, but we're breaking Sucre out. We can't just leave him in there after all he did for us. Its our fault he's there in the first place. Don't worry I didn't forget about Paris.

(Scene switches to Michael on the side of a Panamanian road sipping a pepsi and reading a map on the hood of the car. His phone rings starting him.)

Michael: No one has this number, who is this?
Person: Someone with similar goals, similar asperations as yourself Mr. Scofield.
Michael: You got a name?
Person: Ive been know by a few. Someone of your intelligance should know my voice, but that's beside the point. That map your looking at, do you see a town off the coast called El Mar de Noms?
(Michael looks around looking for the source of the survallance. Seeing no one he turns back to map. After a few seconds of skimming he comes upon it.)
Michael: Yes, I see it.
Person: That is where you'll find them.
Michael: Gretchen and Whister?
Person: And your mole Mr. Scofield.
Michael: How could you have possibly know about that. Who the hell is this.
Person: Don't worry about that Michael, we'll be in touch soon. We can discuss all that again. When you make it to the town call me back at this number. I bow down to your ability to take charge of this situation, but you forget you never were in charge.

[smileyone]

Originally Posted by jpot27

You got it smiley, we americans are always happy to oblidge, dispite what you hear about us in the media, lol.

OR ALTERNATIVELY............

Scene 2:
(LJ returns from visiting Sucre to the hospital room Sofia is about to be dischaged from, having recovered from her gun shot wounds. Lincoln is talking to her while he's helping her pack up)

Lincoln: Must be nice to be going home today, huh, Sophia?

Sophia: Home, where ever that may be now that James is gone. Did you ever get the suit case? I wanted to pack a few bikinis for all that sunbathing I was going to do on his boat while he was fishing..... But damn these gunshot wounds.... he went without me....

Lincoln:Michael took it, had a cookbook, utensils and a darn good set of knives in it. My God I hope we manage to remember the recipe without the book.....

Sophia: Your brother is a very brave and smart man, I'm sure he can handle himself fine. Hope he is picking up some great tips from my James... on how to wine and dine a girl....

Lincoln: He's smart alright but now with everything thats happen with Whistler, Sara. He may get recless.... he might decide to cook a beef dish instead of something with fish in it.... You got a problem with that????

(LJ walks in)

Lincoln: Did you see him?

LJ: Who???

Lincoln: Whistler, of course....

LJ: Oh yes.... He waves to me from his fishing boat out on the ocean.... he's such a angelic dedicated and innocent looking fisherman... why oh why did we ever doubt him???

Lincoln: Now that was all your Uncle Mikey's fault... seriously he trusts no one... he made up so many lies about James... had such a vendetta against him..... poor James... I can see why he would want to get back to normality ASAP!!

LJ: Yeah, he wanted me to thank you for the money you sent back to the states and wished us safety. So what's the plan?

Lincoln: I don't know yet LJ, I'm not Michael, it's going to take some time. Its not like we have a blueprint to tattoo, or indeed a copy of the recipe... James isn't even back with the fish he caught yet.... It's going to be tough. Fish or beef.... It's hard to say.... Michael has a right puss on right now... cause he wanted a good strogonoff....
At least Michael is keeping the company busy while we do this. He has them out buying some candles and some napkins for us as well!!

LJ: Your his brother, your just as smart, just in a different way, dad. You can do this.... just guess the ingredients.... You can do it Pa... It's one cup of flour.... some salt...

Sophia: What plan, Lincoln what are you talking about?

Lincoln: Ugh! Sophia I didn't want you to know about this, but we're breaking Sucre out. We can't just leave him in there after all he did for us. Its our fault he's there in the first place. He's the only one besides your James that can cook anything worth mentioning between the lot of us.... You think I'm bad.... Mikey can't even cook a pop tart... Don't worry I didn't forget about Paris.... But we can pick up just as decent a bottle of wine down at the Off Licence....

(Scene switches to Michael on the side of a Panamanian road sipping a pepsi and reading a map on the hood of the car. His phone rings starting him.)

Michael: No one has this number, who is this?

Whistler: Someone with similar goals, similar asperations as yourself Mr. Scofield. Someone who knows.... you have the book!!!

Michael: You got a name?

Whistler: Ive been know by a few.
But you know me best as James..... hahahaha... fooled you... did I fool you with my husky James Bond voice??? I'm out on the sea in a boat... caught some great fish..... we'll eat well tonight!!!

Michael: Yes, I see it now..... The company got us the napkins and candles we wanted..... would you be a dear and pick up a box of matches for us on your way home.... thicky Susan forgot them....seriously stupid or what???

Whistler: That is where you'll find them. That shop on the corner.... they're a dime a pack....

Michael: Gretchen and Whister? I hear her there beside you.... Oh dear.... [Mikey gasps with shock]...

Whistler: Was going to wait til tonight to tell you..... but what the hell..... I'll tell you now....

[cue dramatic music.... and a break....]

Whistler: Michael... are you sitting down???

Michael: Yes... spit it out James... the suspense is killing me.... the break was a whole four minutes long....

Whistler: Ok then.... Susan is actually.... my mother.... [gasps from all around]

Michael: How??? That can't be possible... She looks sooooo young... actually I can see it round the eyes... now that you say it.... So go on then... what's her secret???

Whistler: She is actually 74 years old.... and she has kept her youthful appearance mainly by the use facial teabags and slices of cucumber....

Michael: How could you have possibly know about that. It's just amazing... I got to get me some of those teabags.....

Whistler: Don't worry about that Michael, we'll be in touch soon. We can discuss all that again. When you make it to the town call me back at this number. I bow down to your ability to take charge of this situation, but you forget the cucumber... I'll pick that up too....


Michael:... Oh no!!! We have hit serious trouble.... we don't have a dime for the matches..... [Mikey stares into space... nearly crying...]

Cue Dramatic END SCENE music....

THE END.............


So jpot......As much as I love your scene.... I reckon the writers might just edge ahead with Smiley's version......

Seriously.... for a season 4...... who needs the writers??????????? LOL!!!

[jpot27]

lmao smiley yours was better, keep it up i quit! j/k

[InLoveWithRobertKnepper]

wow jpot i love yours!!!
haha smiley urs made me laugh so much!!

[smileyone]

Originally Posted by jpot27

lmao smiley yours was better, keep it up i quit! j/k

Aaahhhh don't do that..... I want the next installment!!!

[jpot27]

(Whistler and Gretchen are sitting in a bar in El Mar de Noms. Whistler just hangs up his phone.)
Whistler: The meeting is set for tomorrow at 1 pm local time. Same Place.
Gretchen: And he has the information we lost in the Leif file?
Whistler: That's what the man said.
Gretchen: Your getting sloppy James. We wouldn't even be in this mess if it wasn't for you losing that suitcase.
Whistler: I didn't lose it, it was taken from the appartment when I was in Sona.
Gretchen: It's still not worth a damn without the codes from your precious bird book. How could you lose something that important?
Whistler: (Angry): If it was up to me I'd have Mahone sent back to that piss soaked hell hole to retrieve it for us.
Gretchen: James, you know Mr. Mahone is only here for our protection. We wouldn't want to be in the middle of covering ourselves to be taken off guard by our vigilantee friend Michael Scofield and his brilliant plans. Mahone tracked him, across 3 countries, he knows him better than anyone we have. Anyways we have methods of memory retrieval that will help if we don't recover that book.
(Mahone walks in)
Mahone: We have a problem.
Whistler: Scofield?
Mahone: No, his nephew.
Gretchen: How could that little bastard be a problem for us.
Mahone: He went to Sona, he visited Sucre. I followed him back to the hospital your lovely ex was staying at Mr. Whistler.
Whistler: Sophia? Is she alright?
Mahone: Fine from the apparent care of one Lincoln Burrows.
Gretchen: Burrows squared is not the problem, where's Scofield?
Mahone: I don't know, but I do know he's not with them. I followed them for about 3 hours, no calls, no contact, nothing. But they're planning something. Why would LJ go to visit someone he never met in a prison his uncle just escaped from?
Gretchen: Are you enplying we kidnap LJ again to lead us to Michael? He probably doesn't even know Sucre is in there.
Mahone: No, we saw what happened last time, we need something else to bate him out. We can use Sucre.
Gretchen: Not who I had in mind. Fernando Sucre has only proven one thing to us. That he is willing to die before he would turn over on either one of the brothers, but he may be able to get us the book. We'll have to use the one person Michael Scofield will stop his quest for.
Whistler: But she's...
Gretchen: ASSUMED dead.

[jpot27]

(Bienvendio a El Mar de Noms reads a sign Michael passes as he enters the coastal town. He looks around recognizing nothing as his phone rings startling him.)
Michael: Yes?
Person: Happy to see you made it Mr. Scofield. I'm sorry for the lengthy trip, but I had to make sure they weren't on to us.
Michael: And am I to believe they aren't? How do I know this isn't a trap? Pretty thin refering to yourself as someone who goes by many names then sending me to a city that means a sea of names in French.
Person: Happy to see the irony wasn't wasted on you. You could call your guy inside and ask him yourself if you want to risk blowing his cover. Im sure he would befall a fate similar to our dear friend Sara.
Michael: How dare you mention her name to me, for all I know you had something to do with her murder.
Person: When you see my face Michael you will be sure of just the opposite.
Michael: And when will this be?
Person: There's a bar 2 miles down the road your driving on, meet me there in 45 minutes.
(Michael hangs up the phone and makes another call. Scene switches to Lincoln picking up his phone.)
Lincoln: Hello?
Michael: Link, listen quickly, something weird is going on.
Lincoln: Jesus Michael, are you all right?
Michael: Fine, someone has set up a meeting for me in a city called El Mar de Noms, says he knows me and where The company is and he knows about Mahone.
Lincoln: Is it a trap?
Michael: I don't think so I'm going to meet with him in about a half an hour just wanted to check in with you if something went wrong and so you have my number. Hows everything on your end?
Lincoln: We have a problem...
Michael: Is it LJ, is he ok?
Lincoln: Yeah, he's fine Mike, calm down. It's Sucre.
Michael: No... What happened to Sucre.
Lincoln: They sent records of the Fox river escape to Sona when you got out, he wouldn't turn over any information and they threw him in.
Michael: We have to get him out Link, whatever it takes. We owe him.
Lincoln: I know Michael, but you can't go near that place. Ive been thinking up some things, sending LJ to visit him to see whats going on on the inside now, but I'm not you. We need your help on this.
Michael: Whatever it takes, Link. Were going to set all this as right as we can.

[Kellermen]

keep going bro ur doing an exelent job

[smileyone]

Originally Posted by jpot27

(We'll have to use the one person Michael Scofield will stop his quest for.
Whistler: But she's...
Gretchen: ASSUMED dead.

Don't be saying that!!! You'll be responsible for the opening of another 50,000 threads in here... if you don't say she was joking!!!!

Great stuff.... I wonder how near the truth it will be?

Hmmmmm... well it's all good except for the fact that Whistler is actually out on a boat fishing.... in the ocean.....

Keep it up!!!

[jpot27]

smiley my dear its alright, could it be christina rose or veronica donovan? :P good story writing always involves twists! lol