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Mahone, by which I mean, Frank Zwan, who is totally Frank Zwan and not the Alex Mahone with all the outstanding warrants, is booked into an LA jail. Among his Personal Effects is one Data Sucker Upper. Oh right, and that ankle bracelet. Hard to look innocent with one of those, huh. He tries to reason with the officer but damn, everybody's touchy today. They fingerprint him, so it's only a matter of time before his cover is blown.

Linc calls Self to see if he can get Mahone (and the Sucker Upper) out and he says he'll do what he can. He notices some dude at his computer and is all "...the hell?" He seems to buy the guy's story about being from IT, but what we know and Self doesn't is that the General has taken a sudden interest in his activities. So he's suspicious, but not quite suspicious enough.

Sara has become Exposition Girl at the Conference Table of Justice. Apparently Cardholder #5 owns a huge agriculture conglomerate with huge holdings in - I'll give you six guesses - Ding! Laos. The inflation there means this guy is making a metric shit-ton of money.

Not so fun on the receiving end of the torture stick, is it?

Gretchen steps out of the shower and takes a few moments to collect herself, quickly regaining her Icy Bitch composure. Sis shoos her little girl away so she can have a moment with Crazy Auntie Gretchen, who stammers that her car broke down, which totally explains her showing up out of nowhere, bruised and beaten and smelling like death. That's some serious car trouble. She quickly changes the subject to ask If Sis still has the owl she sent from Germany. Sis fetches it and Gretchen unceremoniously smashes it open to retrieve a gun, ammo, money and fake IDs. Cool trick, hideously ugly ceramic owl! Sis uses her brain bone to figure out that this probably means Gretchen does not in fact work for the IRS. When Sis asks who she does work for, she responds "as of now? Myself." Cool, we could use a crazy bitch to help with the Wyatt situation, although Kellerman set the bar pretty high for the whole "rogue agents with compelling backstories seeking revenge on their former employers" thing.

Wyatt and Baldy are going over Self's file when the IT guy from earlier comes in to brief them: Turns out Self's got a nice firewall set up, so his files won't be easy to dig through without attracting attention. Wyatt's all, whatever, Dilbert, I'll take care of it like a real man.

Mahone sees Self talking to the booking officer and damn, the guy's really hung up on the whole "he punched a cop in the face" thing. Which, okay, cops take care of other cops, but really? That's more important than helping Homeland Security? Obviously he wants the terrorists to win, and also, he's on his period. Self does some impressive rank-pulling and totally wins the pissing contest, but it's still not quite good enough. They'll release Mahone's stuff to Self, but Mahone stays locked up. I mean Frank. Mahone does not like this new development, since he was totally arrested in the line of duty, and it's only a matter of time before they run his prints. The Superfriends are divided about whether or not to spend time and energy getting Mahone out - he's part of the team, but also, they have shit to do. Sucre: "So if I get popped tomorrow you guys are gonna just forget about me?" Linc: "Yeah." Bellick points out that the second they figure out who Mahone really is, they'll see he's not actually being held in custody like his paperwork says, then they'll figure out the rest of them aren't either. Michael thinks about it for awhile but ultimately sides with Linc. Sara makes a face that suggests she disagrees, and Michael may come a-knockin' but the SS Minnow won't be a-rockin' tonight.

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