My name is Micheal Scofield.

My brother is facing the electric chair.

Frame for a crime he didn't commit.

After his appeals were exhausted, we knew that there was only one way to get him out.

I'm getting you out of here.

It's impossible.

Not if you designed the place, it isn't.

You've seen the blueprints.

Better than that. I've got them on me.

Just happens to face.

But I can't watch him die. I won't do that.

The man killed the vice president's brother.

I don't have a choice.

Swear to me.

I swear to you, Michael.

Come on.

Wait for me.