Team Escarpara scarpers along a pipe-filled corridor. Most of the guys are hustling along, and Westmoreland's struggling to keep up with them. C-Note drops back and says, in one of the most compassionate deliveries he's ever mustered on this show, "Hey, there's no point in getting out if it's going to kill you." Westmoreland looks at him; the way the light hits his face makes him look like he's lost ten pounds -- all of it blood -- in the last day. C-Note understands. He gives Westmoreland a sorrowful look and gently pats him on the shoulder. Oh, how I like these two together. C-Note as a character just fascinates me, and you all know how I feel about Westmoreland. By the way, that whole scene was being watched by the loudly-respiring guy who spotted them earlier.
Dr. Sara leaves the building, Nurse Gossipson cheerily bobbing in her wake. The minute those two are out of eyesight, Michael pokes his head out. The team's made it to the infirmary! He quickly sidles across the hall, and then gestures for the rest of Team Escarpara to follow him.
Meanwhile, on the outside...we see that Madame Vice President's a mean drunk. She's tossing glassware in the fireplace in a fit of pique. Hey! How do we know that's not official vice-presidential glassware? Then it's my tax dollars at work. I demand an investigation into Highballgate! She continues to huff around while Kellerman tells her she's overreacting. Madame Vice President snaps, "I don't mean to shock you, Paul, but I am privy to things you're not, and I am telling you, the company's selling me down the river." Kellerman makes the argument that getting uninvited from one literacy fundraiser is not the end of the world, but Madame Vice President snaps, "Which I got uninvited to on the day of! You don't do that to your candidate unless your candidate is no longer your candidate!" Kellerman says exactly the wrong thing: "You've been drinking, and you're upset." Sure enough, Madame Vice President goes into full-on meltdown mode, and man, it's just...I can't decide if she gets away with being so verbally abusive toward him because she's all, "You'll take my insults and like them, peon!," or if there's some weird psychosexual thing that'll resolve itself later in bed with her asking a trussed-up Kellerman, "Who's your president? Who's your president? Say Madame President, bitch!" Frankly, with the way Kellerman steps into her personal space and holds her by the shoulders as he tells her, "They're doing this to see how you will react, so you need to be strong, be presidential and get through this...we get through this," I'm going with the weird psychosexual hypothesis.