Sam and Fi are ready to roll, each carrying a duffel bag, and they've picked this time to be petty with each other. "You're just annoyed because Mike called me first and not you," Sam crows. Fi pretends (badly) that she doesn't care, so Sam keeps pushing, acting like he's upset about having to bail on the beer lady. "But, you know, being Michael's first call's a big responsibility." Fi snarks, "In case you're wondering, you'd be my nineteenth call. I'd call Madeline before I called you." Wow, assuming Michael's in the top slot, that's the whole cast and she still has sixteen slots to fill.

Michael is working on extracting Bly's bullet while explaining in VO how he's able to do so: "After you've stitched up a few people under artillery fire, you can handle outside pressure." Well, pardon us for doubting you, Mister Ex-Field Medic. Michael gets the bullet out and starts suturing the wound with dental floss, while encouraging Floppy-Hair to cut the wall faster. Paula provides a little exposition (along with a butterfly bandage for Michael's bleeding temple): the robbers are cleaning out the vault and the safety deposit boxes, which will take a while. But with the silent alarm out of action, "No help is coming. " Bly sees that someone's coming in, and the employees slide a credenza in place to hide the hole as Robber #2 enters to summon Michael downstairs. It seems Prescott wants to see him. Bly thanks Michael for the stitch-up, and Michael grabs his first-aid kit and takes his leave. I think he may have just patched up more than just Bly's arm.