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Mahone is slumped over in the courtroom watching Wyatt glare menacingly when Sara walks through the door. Dun! She's all businessy and gorgeous and she marches right up to the prosecution table and says she's representing Mr. Zwan, so she's gonna need his jacket. See, that's what those fancy lawyer types call a folder. Sara is good at pretending! She could totally be one of those interchangeable supermodel ADAs on Law & Order: Original Recipe. Incidentally, couldn't they find a reason for Sara to pretend to be, you know, a doctor? Seems like that would come in handy at some point. She looks at Mahone, who looks at Sucre, who's also in the courtroom. He's on the phone, counting down, "5...4...3...2..." as Wyatt calmly stands up and walks toward Mahone, who I guess he's just going to assassinate right then and there? Anyway, Sucre gets to "1" and Linc nods to Michael, who pulls a switch on their newly rigged electrical supply thingy, and pow! The power surge causes every lightbulb in the courtroom to splode all over the place. When the smoke clears, Sara, Sucre, and Mahone are gone.

This would be the titular Blow Out.

Wyatt manages to catch up with them in the confusion, and retrieves his "gun hidden in a newspaper hidden in a trashcan," which is standard equipment for hired killers. He's really close to the SUV of Justice, looking right at Mahone, but there are cops everywhere and he can't do anything but point a finger-gun at him and go "ptcheeew!" It's scarier than it sounds. Mahone thanks the A-Team, saying he doesn't know why they helped him but he doesn't care. They all wordlessly acknowledge his gratitude and walk off to resume Justice. Sara hands him the fingerprint card for Frank Zwan, which she stole from his file, so yay, they won't ever know who he was.

Mahone, who got Wyatt's number from the motel clerk last week, calls him up and says he got his message. Pam says Wyatt wants him to turn himself in, so hey, where should they meet, get this all over with? Wyatt is no dummy, however. He says it's nowhere near over, and they have a lot to talk about, what with him finding Sara and Mahone in LA at the same time. Mahone's like, yeah, whatever, you will get yours, Hot Mumbly Black Kellerman, you can be sure of that! On his way back into the Batcave, Mahone for some reason crumples up Wyatt's number and throws it in the trash, and Roland for some reason retrieves it, all sneaky-like. You're the only one left without a Compelling Backstory™, Short Round. I've got my eye on you.

I'm sure you have a perfectly good explanation for those shifty eyes, Guy Who Showed Up Out Of Nowhere Who We Know Nothing About.

T-Bag runs around his fancyass apartment, wiping fingerprints down and generally getting the hell out of Dodge, when he turns and runs head-on into Gretchen's fist. He drops to the floor, and she places one of her sexy but almost certainly impractical peep-toe stilettos on his face. "Who the hell are you?" she growls. (Advice: Don't say "Cole Pfeiffer" unless you want black patent leather in your temporal lobe.)

Next week looks fun, cause we get to go to Vegas, and that's like, the world capital of capers and heists and Missions: Implausible. Also, I remember Wentworth Miller talking about shooting in Vegas when I had that conference call interview where I just sat there and listened to him answer other people's questions but didn't have time to ask my own, which were awesome questions, by the way. Sigh. Anyway, somebody needs to kill Wyatt real quick, because if he found Mahone, surely he won't have too much trouble finding the Warehouse of Justice. I kind of hope it's Gretchen. Also, Roland: Company spy, red herring, or just your garden variety computer geek stoner who likes to dig around in people's garbage? Discuss!

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