Michael walks right out of the conference room as though Robber #2 weren't posted right there, saying he's off to look for medical supplies. The robber protests, but Michael insists that he's just doing what Prescott told him to do. "Help me find tweezers and propoxyphene, or shoot me in the face. Your call." Which is really more of a spy thing to say than a doctor thing. Robber #2 picks door #1, and follows Michael through the cube farm. Michael defines "fighting like a spy" in VO. It means "disguising attacks as attempts to help. It means making acts of man seem like acts of God." Well, look who's so impressed with himself all of a sudden.
Back in the conference room, Bly asks if anyone has a razor or a letter opener to cut through the wall. The lady who's doing a crappy job of holding up his arm produces a pair of scissors. "We're really going to trust your friend on this?" asks Floppy-Hair. Bly: "He is not my friend, but he might be able to get us out of here." He assigns one of the employees to watch the door while Floppy-Hair gets to work on the wall, starting at the outlet. Michael's VO assures us it's not as hard as it sounds. "Start at an electrical socket and saw through the hard surface of the drywall, and the lower layers are a lot easier." He should probably add that you should cut out from the outlet instead of in. Normally this show is more careful about giving out advice that'll result in wrongful death lawsuits.
Michael has found the first-aid kit in the break room, and as he sticks a big bowl of water in the microwave, he tells Robber #2 that since the office kit sucks so much, they're going to need to search purses and desks for meds. Robber #2 balks, telling him he can use what's in the kit, so Michael nervily mocks Robber #2 for not having a medical degree. He goes rummaging through desks while he tells the robber to wait by the microwave, then promises to meet him back at the conference room. As Michael scores a big bottle of liquor from someone's drawer (looks like Meredith Palmer has a second job), he further mocks the robber for not trusting him. "You got armed guards at the door. You think I'm gonna fight my way out with a stapler?" Fortunately Michael got the robber who's too dumb to think that a hostage running around unsupervised might be able to do any other kind of damage at all. When the microwave beeps and Robber #2 goes to get the water, Michael grabs the pair of needle-nose pliers from Floppy-Hair's desk (because what banker doesn't have a pair of needle-nose pliers in his desk drawer?) and also snags Floppy-Hair's cell phone from the floor where Robber #2 stepped on it. Then he dashes into the server room and opens one of them up. As he strips a cable preparatory to wiring it to his cell, he VOs that getting past a cell phone jammer is a matter of getting a stronger signal than the one the jammer is putting out. "It can't compete with an entire Ethernet wire to serve as one big antenna." Well, if you say so.