Mahone and Agent Blots Out the Sun are still engaged in a staring contest when Dr. Sara walks in, looking all sassy with some serious Pantene glossy hair and a smart black suit. She makes her way over to the table where the lawyers are and says, "I'm representing Frank Zwan. I'm going to need his jacket from you." The public defender says, "I thought he was indigent." Dr. Sara smoothly lies, "He was. His mother in Santa Barbara, however, is not, and she retained me this morning." The defender's like, "Suits me," and tosses over the file. (On a side note: if I were Michael, I'd be very nervous about my lady's ability to lie like a fine Persian rug.)

Then we see a dapper (and underutilized) Sucre in the back row, discreetly counting down into a mobile phone. Agent Blots Out the Sun decides to get up and stroll to a more convenient spot, and Mahone has to be reminded to sit down. Sucre finishes his count, and that's when the lights go out really dramatically. In the ensuing chaos, Agent Blots Out the Sun manages to lose track of Mahone. We also see that Sucre is gone. Hey! He's escorting Mahone outside.

Agent Blots Out the Sun gives pursuit, and there's a moment when he locks eyes with Mahone in a stairwell. You can tell that both men fervently wish that looks could really kill. But then Mahone's hustled out, he's thrown into an SUV and Michael says only, "Let's go." Dr. Sara has discreetly exited out the front and gotten her car, and she circles around to get Sucre. Then -- oh, so exciting! -- Agent Blots Out the Sun has the getaway vehicle in his sights, it's moving at parade-float speed on account of all the pedestrians milling around, Agent Blots Out the Sun is hiding a gun in a newspaper so he can shoot at the scrunched-down-so-nobody-sees-him Mahone ... and then the cops pull up, so Agent Blots Out the Sun must reluctantly abandon his plan to kill someone in the middle of a crowded street in the middle of the day. Instead he does the finger-guns thing. Mahone's all, Yeah, whatever. Bellick speeds off.

When everyone pulls up at Team Scylla HQ, Mahone awkwardly says, "I don't know if, uh, you guys did this for the team or you did it for me. And I don't care. I just -- thank you." That's it. Roland does not pipe up that he had nothing to do with this, nobody hugs or high-fives, there's just some very socially-awkward standing around before everyone disperses. Dr. Sara hands over Frank Zwan's print sheet, so he's officially out of the system.