My brother didn’t do it. You know that, right? Doesn’t matter. What matters is: in 47 hours, they move him to death row. In 47 hours, the only lock that matters is the one between him and a needle.

Want me to adjust it for a specific Prison Break character (T-Bag, Lincoln, Mahone) or rewrite it as a scene with two actors?

So.

(quietly, almost to himself) Thirty-two seconds. That’s how long the guard lingers at the end of C-Block. Long enough to light a cigarette, check his phone, forget he’s watching anyone.

(He tucks his fist away, looks toward an imaginary door.)