This isn’t a prison break. It’s a math problem. Seven guards. Two towers. One blind spot at 2:17 AM during shift change. And me — just smart enough to be dangerous, just dumb enough to try.
(He stands slowly, back straight.)
(He picks up the imaginary bolt, turns it over in his fingers.)
Want me to adjust it for a specific Prison Break character (T-Bag, Lincoln, Mahone) or rewrite it as a scene with two actors?
(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.