The cop notices Prescott's truck, illegally parked outside the bank. It looks like he's about to go write a ticket when he's distracted by Fi, who has manufactured a contretemps with a street vendor by stealing his tip jar in retaliation for some alleged ogling. The cop goes over to mediate, and Fi keeps trumping it up until the cop gets a domestic disturbance call and has to leave. Whereupon Fi gives the tip jar back to the vendor and orders "una cortadito, por favor." Nice of her to make it worth his while.

In the downstairs conference room, Michael flops down next to Bly, who asks, "We win yet?" Michael says he's still working on it, and slips Bly the wrench he stole earlier, in case things get bad. Bly slips the wrench up inside his remaining sleeve as Michael leaves with the meds he claimed to be coming in here for. As he returns to Prescott with them, he explains in VO, "Life with a hypochondriac mother gives you a useful knowledge of pharmaceuticals. In low doses, philocarpine cures dry mouth." Michael hands three fat yellow pills to Prescott, who says, "I'll take 'em after you do." Michael smiles and swallows a few himself as he continues in VO, "In high doses, it has roughly the same effect as a Sarin gas attack." Well, that certainly sounds like something he would have picked up from Madeline. Prescott still holds off on taking the pills, preferring to wait and see what happens to Michael. In the meantime, Michael's off to get a splint, and Prescott brings one of his men upstairs with him while leaving another behind to watch the hostages.

Michael returns to the kitchen, with the robber who drank the spiked Coral Steer, and who is now complaining of numb fingers and nausea. Michael offers to take the guy's pulse. He's suspicious, but doesn't try to stop Michael until it's too late and Michael is pressing on his throat. Michael VOs, "In a weakened state, you want to avoid pressure on your carotid artery." The robber tries to raise his gun, but Michael easily pushes it away and bullet after bullet gets fired into the ceiling. Since the gun is silenced and the bullets are hitting acoustic tiles, it's probably producing a negative amount of sound. "Block the blood flow to your brain and you black out in four seconds." It takes a little longer, but eventually the POV shot of Michael goes blurry and the robber is out cold. That leaves Michael free to deal with the other urgent issue on his mind right now, which is the deadly poison currently in his belly. He VOs, "The coating on tablets in medicine keeps them from dissolving right away, which buys you a little time to find some privacy and do the only safe thing: get them out of your system. So Michael leans over the trash can and sticks his fingers down his throat. If ever this show needed a "don't try this at home" disclaimer, I would think this would be it.