Jacob Anton Ness: See, in game theory, it serves you to be two-faced. Be everyone's friend 'till the moment you're not. You make them love you so much that when they're up against it, their loyalty will make them act against their own best interests. That's game theory. A cold, rational, focus on winning. Even if it's at everyone else's expense.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: What I'm tryingt to understand is what he stands to gain. Leaving his family, and... and the new identity.
Jacob Anton Ness: According to the little you've told me, he was different. Always an agenda, right?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Yeah.
Jacob Anton Ness: I mean, he apparently loved you. Of course he loved you. How could he not? But he also wanted you to open that door in the prison for him. I mean, true game theory, everything, everyone is... a contingency. You meet people, you bring them into your life and you keep them percolating until the moment you need to manipulate the relationship to your advantage.
[seeing the worry in her face]
Jacob Anton Ness: I'm not, judging, you know? That's not my thing.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: I know.
Jacob Anton Ness: You know me. But... schema as deep and as calculating as that can, in the end, spin a man off into madness. He might initially think smaller evils are okay in the service of a greater good.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Like breaking Lincoln out of prison.
Jacob Anton Ness: But the dance of good and evil could become jumbled, and the manipulation itself becomes the most important thing. Becomes about winning rather than whether the game should be won at all.
Jacob Anton Ness: You know I'm a noted economist? I mean, that's what it says in the paper. "Noted economist attacked in home." I didn't even know economists made the news.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: That's the first and last time, hopefully.
Jacob Anton Ness: I've been trying to piece this thing together. You remember those government guys, those think tank guys, trying to pick my brain about game theory, how they could use it for foreign policy?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Yeah, you bored the hell out of 'em, right?
Jacob Anton Ness: Yeah, okay, but I mean, did I hear something I shouldn't have?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: I don't know. Did you? Like who shot JFK?
Jacob Anton Ness: [amused laugh] I am trying to be serious here.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: No, you're doped up on painkillers and you're thinking too much. I promise this has nothing to do with you.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Sorry, how did I end up with you again?
Paul Kellerman: You asked for the State Department's help.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: I wanted the State Department, not you.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: What am I looking at?
Paul Kellerman: Footage captured by a hunter four years ago. One of those motion sensor devices you hang on trees, takes intermittent photos of prey. Hunter comes out in the morning, finds these images.
[the photos are of Michael killing someone]
Paul Kellerman: This is the killing I was telling you about. The victim's Harlan Gaines, Deputy Chief of the CIA. And the killer... well, you can see, it's who we call Michael Scofield, or Kaniel Outis, or...
Dr. Sara Tancredi: This is exactly what they did to Lincoln.
Paul Kellerman: And then there's the blood evidence the next day. Kaniel or Michael or whatever gets on a flight to Yemen. We almost nail him when he lands. He gets away. His luggage doesn't, and Gaines' blood is all over the clothes inside. The evidence is overwhelming. Whatever name you want to call him, Michael's a murderer, Sara.
Jacob Anton Ness: [Sara visits him in the hospital] Are you all right?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: You all right?
Jacob Anton Ness: Oh, this old thing? Yeah, I'm doing fine. What's going on?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: I need your advice. It's probably something you're not gonna want to talk about. I could really use your clarity right now. It's about Michael.
Michael Scofield: You know, he's the biggest collector of Queen paraphernalia in the world. They say his house in Seoul is a shrine to Freddie Mercury.
Whip: And he got in here how?
Michael Scofield: Identity theft. Apparently he used to sit on his couch, hack high net worth accounts all over the world. Turned it into a collection of Hummers, helicopters, and, apparently, Freddie Mercury's ashes.
Whip: Wait, you mean like his burnt-up body?
Michael Scofield: The story is Freddie's cremated, but his ashes go missing. To this day, no one knows where they are. Ja admitted to me once when he was high he bought them. Two million bucks. He's got Queen's lead singer in his family room.
Whip: How exactly do you know all this?
Michael Scofield: I asked him. He's a real mensch when he's not in withdrawal.