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Sara’s at her daily Narcotics Anonymous meeting; it’s winding down, and the leader asks if anyone would like to share before they wrap up for the day. Kellerman pipes up from a rear pew in the church, and asks to share with the group, if there’s time. He introduces himself, “I’m Lance, and I’m an addict.” He tells the group his mother died of MS last week, just like his grandfather, just like his sister, and just like he probably will. Sara jumps in, telling him “M.S. isn’t necessarily always genetic.” Lance/Kellerman is completely sarcastic when he replies, “Really? What are you, a doctor?” Sara recoils at his harsh tone, “Actually, I am.” Kellerman finishes his share, and Sara turns around in her seat, hurt, --she was only trying to help.
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Sara’s considering a piece of pie in the church reception area after the NA meeting. Kellerman’s next to her making himself a cup of coffee as well. “I was an ass before. I apologize.” he says. Sara stays pretty quiet, and Kellerman realizes he’s going to have to try a little harder. “I was a huge ass. I apologize.” Sara says she’s not going to argue with him. He tries to play a little humor into the situation, “I mean what were the odds that you were actually a doctor.” Sara softens a little, “Alright. Fair enough. Not good, but I shouldn’t have interrupted you and I’m sorry.” Kellerman says he’s sorry too and apologies are accepted all around. Sara recommends the blueberry pie and walks away.
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Outside the church, Sara and Kellerman sit on the stoop, eating their pie. Kellerman says it’s about the best pie he’s ever had. “You know what it needs though,” he says, “Some crack.” Sara can’t help but laugh a little. “You know not a lot, a pinch.” he says. Sara chimes in, “A pinch of crack…” and Kellerman knows he’s on a role. “A pinch of crack. A pinch of crack, a dollop of smack, mmmmm, that’s good pie.” Sara’s starting to like this guy’s sense of humor, “That’s so wrong,” she says licking her fingers. Her cell phone rings and she answers; it’s Michael. She stands and walks away from Kellerman, “What do you want?” she asks. He tells her he doesn’t have much time, and that they’re probably listening to the call right now, but there’s a lot he wants to say, “Please don’t hang up on me,” he says with tears in his voice. Sara is flustered, but firm. “I don’t want to talk to you.” Michael goes on, “I heard about what happened. I want you to know. I want you to know how sorry I am. For everything.”
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Sara says ‘sorry’ is not going to do a whole lot of good with what she’s up against right now. Michael tells her to listen, “Anyone with any ties to me or my brother is in danger now.” Sara says she has no ties to either of them anymore, but Michael’s not hearing her – he tells her that there is a way he can protect her. He tells her it’s already in her possession. Sara’s head is about to explode, “What are you talking about?” she asks. “It was real Sara. You and me. It’s real,” Michael urges, as an eavesdropping Nika turns away. Sara loses her connection, “Michael? Michael?” Kellerman looks grimly into the distance from the stoop. He’s heard enough. Sara was talking to Michael Scofield.
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