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[Kim Scofield watches a tattoo artist, Sid, add the finishing touches to a section of her arm. He laughs and sits back and marvels at his masterpiece.]
Sid: That’s it. [He sighs] can I just, you know, look at it for a minute?
Kim: You're an artist, Sid.
Sid: [sighing] You're telling me you're just going to walk out of here and I'm never going to see it again?
Kim: There's a good chance of that, yes.
Sid: Most women you know, for the first one, they start with something small. Dad, boyfriends initials something like that. Not you, you got a full set of sleeves all in a couple of months. Takes woman a few years to get the ink you got.
Kim: I don't have a few years. Wish to hell I did.
[He looks at her, curious, but takes the money she offers him.]

[Cut to a city apartment. Kim walks through the doors, passing a small origami crane perched on her desk. Every inch of wall and window space is wallpapered with papers, maps, and newspaper clippings. Some article titles read 'Eline Burrows' Final Appeal Denied', 'Governors Son Wins Humanitarians Award', and 'Life Sentence for Mob Boss Selemino'. Kim begins to tear these off the windows and walls, stuffing them into a trash can. She pulls the hard-drive out of his computer, and slowly walking out the door onto a balcony, she pauses, then throws it into the Chicago River below.]

[Cut to a Savings Bank in Chicago. Kim stands inside, arm raised high, firing a gun into the ceiling. Men and women lie on the floor to escape the firing. She points the gun at the cashier who lays sideways on the desk.]
Kim: The vault. Open it.
Cashier: We can't, the branch manager's not here.
Kim: Where is she?
Cashier: It's lunch time, she's at Whitecastle.
Kim: Whitecastle?
Cashier: It's a fast food restaurant, they serve those little square burgers.
Kim: I know what it is. [She fires the gun twice at the ceiling again] I'm not playing games. Open it.
Cashier: Madam, you have a half a million dollars cash in your bag, don't you think it would be better if you... [he trails off at the sound of sirens outside.]

[Squad cars surround the building. A police helicopter circles the bank. Kim raises her hands, gun still in her right.]
Police Officer: This is the police. You are completely surrounded. [Kim smiles slightly and turns to face the door.] Put down your weapon. [Kim pulls another gun out of her belt loops and raises it in her other hand.] Put down your weapons now! [She drops them and raises her hands again.]

[Cut to a court room. Kim sits behind a table, her lawyer, a long time friend, Faasen Donovan, stands beside her.]
[Titles begin.]
Judge: Rarely in the case of armed robbery do we hear a plea of no contest. Are you sure about this Miss Scofield?
Kim: I'm sure Your Honor.
Faasen: Your Honor, we'd like to recess if we could, my client's a bit confused at the moment.
Kim: I'm not, Your Honor.
Faasen: She is, Your Honor.
Judge: Perhaps you should heed your representation's advice, take some additional time to consider your response.
Kim: I've already done that, Your Honor. [she looks up at Faasen, and he looks back, confused. The judge looks skeptically at the two but concedes to Kim]
Judge: I'll retire to my chambers to determine sentencing. Courts recess until one thirty.
[Kim looks across the room to a teenage boy, her niece EJ, sitting in a row. Kim is stood up, her hands pinned behind her back.]
EJ: Aunt Kim ?
Kim: I didn't want you to come. Go home EJ, I didn't want you to see this.
[A bailiff guides her down a corridor to a holding cell, Faasen in tow.]
Kim: She's not going to take this well.
Faasen: Can you blame her? She's your niece. She's beginning to get the idea that anyone she attaches herself to is going to end up in prison. And she's not the only one who's starting to feel that way, Kim. [The bailiff locks the door of the cell behind Kim, separating her from Hilco. Faasen turns to the bailiff.] Will you give us a minute?
Bailiff: One minute.
Faasen: Don't you understand? You just put the book in that men’s hand and he's going to lob it at you like a grenade. Justice and punishment are the same thing to him.
Kim: I know.
Faasen: Then would you please tell me what's going through you head?
Kim: We've been over this.
Faasen: I've known you my entire life. You don't have a violent bone in your body. And I know you didn't need the money.
Kim: Faasen.
Faasen: Why won't you let me help you?
Kim: You've been good to me, my whole life, you have. But you gotta let me deal with this. Okay?

[Cut back to courtroom. Faasen and Kim stand before the Judge.]
Judge: Given your lack of prior criminal conduct, I'm inclined toward a probation. However the fact that you discharged a deadly weapon during the commission of the crime suggests malice to me. For that reason, I find it incumbent that you see the inside of a prison cell Miss Scofield. [Kim nods, with a slight smile.] It says here that you've requested to be incarcerated somewhere near your home here in Chicago. I'm willing to honor that. The closest level one facility to-
Faasen: [Interrupting] Level one? That's maximum security Your Honor.
Judge: I would ask Council to refrain from interrupting me. As I was saying, the closest level one facility would be Fox River State Penitentiary, as for the term of your sentence, I'm setting it at five years, you'll be eligible for parole in half that time. Sentence to be carried out immediately. [He bangs his gavel down.]

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[Cut to Fox River State Penitentiary. A title states 'Fox River State Penitentiary, Joliet, Illinois.' It's an old prison. Guard towers and razor wire line the perimeter. Inside, a correctional officer barks out orders as new inmates walk through their initial process. Here, inmates shower and receive prison uniforms.]
CO: Okay people, step inside the door, check yourself for bugs, when you hear the knock, step out, keep the line moving. We don't have all day to get this done. No talking in line. Keep the line moving. Keep it moving. Next!
[Kim stands, dressed in her prison uniform. She holds a clipboard and offers it to the head CO, Captain Maartje RG.]
RG: Name and back number.
Kim: Scofield, Kim. 94941.
RG: You a religious woman, Scofield?
Kim: Never really thought about it.
RG: Good 'cause the ten commandments don't mean a box of piss in here. We got two commandments and two only. The first commandment is you got nothing coming.
Kim: What's the second commandment?
RG: See commandment number one.
Kim: [Smiling slightly. She looks around.] Gotcha.
RG: You talking out the side of your neck?
Kim: Come again?
RG: I said, are you being a smart ass?
Kim: I'm just trying to fly low, avoid the radar Boss. Do my time, and get out.
RG: There isn't any flying under my radar.
Kim: Good to know.
[RG nods her head to one side, motioning Kim to leave. As she walks off, RG looks down at his forms. On his medical forms, Kim has listed 'Type 1 Diabetes'. It's circled]

[Cut to cell block. Kim studies the hundreds of prisoners milling in their cells. Kim watches inmates walk across the floor below. Across from them, an inmate calls out.]
Inmate: Yo Fish. What you looking at? You look kinda pretty to be up in here, man. Fish!
[Behind Kim, on the bunk, Kim's cellmate, Esther Appesoester reads a magazine.]
Appesoester: I suggest you take a seat, Fish. Aint nothing to do up in here but serve time. Aint no one gonna serve it for you.
[Below them, in the line of inmates on the floor, one suddenly gets stabbed by another inmate. She lays groaning in a pool of blood, and the other inmates loudly cheer and call out. Appesoester jumps to her feet to look through the bars next to Kim.]
Appesoester: [Grimly] Welcome to Prisneyland, Fish.

[Cut to Faasen's apartment. Late at night. Faasen stands by a window, nursing a cup of coffee in his hands. His fiancé, Sebastiana, comes down the stairs to talk to him.]
Sebastiana: You wanna talk about it?
Faasen: Ah, it's not worth talking about.
Sebastiana: If it's keeping you up, it is.
Faasen: It's just, it's nothing you know. [He sighs and pauses] Kim's case.
Sebastiana: You did the best you could.
Faasen: Yeah but she didn't. She just sort of rolled over, didn't put up a fight. It's not like her. I'm- [Sebastiana looks down.] I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking about her.
Sebastiana: Hey, if it's on your mind, it's on your mind, right? Goodnight. [She turns and walks back upstairs. Faasen turns back to the window.]

[Cut to the yard, Fox River the next day. Appesoester and Kim head up to the yard. A sign on the fence reads 'Sit down when shots are fired.' Appesoester acts as a tour guide to Kim.]
Appesoester: Grey streeters got the hoops, Artenio’s got the bleachers, Wood's got the weight pile. CO's got the rest. I'm telling you, the guards are the dirtiest gang in this whole place. The only difference between us and them, is the badge. [They walk past an old lady, holding a cat to her chest.]
Kim: Who's the pet lover?
Appesoester: She'll deny it, but she's D.B. Cooper. Parachuted out of the plane thirty years ago with a million and a half in cash.
Kim: Doesn't look like the type.
Appesoester: Who does? [She turns to another woman] Hey, what up Wholesale? You okay?
Wholesale: You gonna call me greater later. Whatcha doing with this Fish, man?
Appesoester: She's my new celly. [Turning to Kim] Wholesale's got a wire up in the commissary. Anything you want, she can get it for you.
Wholesale: You keep handing out my jacket, I'm gonna bust your grape.
Appesoester: Man you couldn't bust a grape in Napa with a seat of cleats on. Whatcha talking about?
Wholesale: Now you wanna bump your gun.
Appesoester: Oh, now you're talking talking talking.
[Kim walks away a few steps and looks around the yard. She focuses on two yellow fire hydrants, and a grate expelling steam. Next to Kim's foot is another grate. She drops a magazine on it, and shoves it through the gaps. Then she turns back to Appesoester and the other inmates.]
Kim: I'm looking for someone. Lady named Eline Burrows.
Wholesale: Eli the Reli?
Kim: [Amused] That what they're calling her now?
Wholesale: Yeah, as in she'll come at you with everything but the kitchen. Snowflake.
Kim: Where I can find her?
[Cut to a fence at the side of the yard. They see Eline squatting against another yard, far removed from the general population.]
Appesoester: Lady killed the Vice Presidents sister. In a month she's getting the chair. Which means no-one up this river is as dangerous as her. 'Cause she's got nothing to lose now. What are they gonna do, kill her twice?
Kim: There a way I can get to her?
Appesoester: Ah no. The only time those girls get out is for Chapel and PI.
Kim: PI. What's that?
Appesoester: Prison Industry. The ladies that get along get to work. You know, painting, scrapping, making mattresses. You name it. [Kim looks across at her, interested.] I wouldn't get too excited though, if I were you, Fish. You aint sniffing none of PI.
Kim: Why's that?
Appesoester: 'Cause Carlijn Selemino runs it.
Kim: Carlijn Selemino, Carlijn Selemino?
Appesoester: [Nodding] Carlijn Selemino, Carlijn Selemino. Why do you wanna see Burrows so bad anyhow?
Kim: Because she's my sister. [She pushes away from the fence and walks away, leaving Appesoester looking bewildered.]

[Cut to Kim's cell. She folds another origami crane. She flashes back to a conversation she had with Eline a few months ago, before she robbed the bank.]

[Flashback]
[Fox River visitation area.]
Eline: They denied the motion.
Kim: Then do it again.
Eline: I can't. That's it. May eleventh. That's the date man. That's the date they uh, you know, execute me.
Kim: [Nodding sadly.] I know. [She sighs]
Eline: I didn't kill that lady, Kim.
Kim: The evidence says you did.
Eline: I don't care what the evidence says. I didn't kill her.
Kim: [Crying.] Swear to me.
Eline: I swear to you, Kim.
Kim: [She nods slowly and sighs] But how did they get it wrong then? The courts, the appeals?
Eline: I dunno, dunno. All I keep thinking, looking back on it is uh, I was set up. And whoever it was that set me up wants me in the ground as quickly as possible.
[End flashback]

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