Back at the bank, a couple of the robbers have noticed that Michael isn't around. While they're looking for him, Michael sneaks up to one of their equipment bags and grabs the air hammer, which he fiddles with while VOing about how dangerous they can be. "Tamper in any way with the locking collar that holds the bit in place, and the air hammer becomes a very inaccurate gun with a single bullet." Michael has done just that, sticking a match in the socket before putting it back in the bag like he found it. You know, with twenty hostages and six robbers, I don't love the odds on Michael's "very inaccurate gun." But with that done, Michael stays hidden while the robbers continue to search for him nearby, and messes with one of those pill bottles he's collected. "Mixing medications is always a bad idea," he PSAs. "Especially when one's an upper and one's a downer. Anxiety and allergy meds together are a scary combination. And that's before you add the caffeine of an energy drink." As Michael returns to the conference room, he drops the pills into an open can of something that's not quite Red Bull. Let's call it Coral Steer. When he comes into the conference room, Robber #2 pistol-whips him to the floor (practically onto Bly's blood-spatter from earlier) for taking so long, and walks out. Michael goes over to Bly, whose arm-holding duties have been taken over by Paula, which is good because Michael's been taking his time while Bly's been bleeding to death. Michael finally rips open Bly's bloody sleeve, gives him some pain meds, and says, "By the way, that green chair in my loft? It was my favorite." And a splash of strong booze goes painfully over Bly's arm. Cross Michael Westen and he will disinfect you so hard.
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.