“In the end, the only thing that matters is love. Blood, family, you.”
T-r: Been thinkin'. God... I been thinking. 'Cause a hard bargain's been presented to me, and I'm considering something that's-that's gonna seem like the old Theodore Bagwell. T-Bag. And if that's indeed what's coming... it won't be the work of a cold-blooded man. And it won't be for sin... or for hate. If there's blood on my hands, know this, world... it'll be for love.
D-d: ...What are you trying to tell me?
T-r: Scofield was looking for a partner, combing prisons, looking for someone who could handle himself. And with your innate ability to thrive, rising to the top in even the worst of cages, you reminded him of a certain someone. And so he did a little research. Wanted to know what we all want to know. Did you learn it... or was it ingrained in you? It was ingrained in you, son. You got it from me.
D-d: ‘𝐵𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓎...’
T-r: I-It's, it's... It's ‘progeny’, dear boy.
D-d: ‘𝒫𝓇𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓎. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒.’
T-r: Originally, I thought it was a religious thing. You know, son of God, and all that. But now I know it's... it's my own progeny... You [].
T-r: Where is he? Where is Poseidon? He'll be dealt with.
D-d: Wait, hang on, hang on, hang on, man. If you get caught--if he gets caught, he's going back to the pen.
T-r: Come on, come on. I'm not... And if I don't do it? Criminy, I want you free and clear, and if that's the only way to do it, then I got to be the one that does it...
T-r: ...I just don't want you to get the wrong idea about me, okay?
D-d: Okay.
T-r: You got to see it like the yogis, okay? Destroying the negative to create the positive... Murder the dark, so the--the light can be born.
D-d: ...You brought me all this way.
M-l: We did it together. We'll be doing this together.
D-d: You gave me family. Seriously, thank you.
D-d: Some sons of bitches just got to go! We're the only ones who could do it! []
T-r: David!
T-r: Stay with me... Stay with me, boy... Keep it calm, boy... Stay calm...
D-d: I'm... I'm good. I got to s... see your face.
T-r: Go easy, son.