Commercials. It always cracks me up to see car commercials set in San Francisco because they all inevitably promulgate the quaint fiction that there is no traffic on the streets. This is a lie. A car commercial in San Francisco should show a lot of cars on the street. Some should even be parked in traffic lanes with their hazards flashing, since this is something of a civic tradition. You can't drive a mile in that city without someone just blithely parking his vehicle in a turn lane and dashing in to do some errands.
Team Escarpara makes its way to another part of the infirmary -- the part with the door Dr. Sara left unlocked. Only Michael doesn't know that, so there's a very tense moment as he goes to open the door. He sighs and says, with palpable relief, "We're in."
Outside, Dr. Sara is sobbing in her car. She may be crying because: she's disappointed in her dad; she's disappointed that she put all her best efforts into a system that's rigged and corrupt; she's just sabotaged an institution she believed in; she feels used; she feels a relapse coming on; she feels lonely because she's got nobody to talk to; she already misses the comfortable little routine she had with Michael. Maybe it's all of the above.
How Dr. Sara feels is not anywhere on Michael's mind. Striding to the window, he says they have to get it out, and the team sets to work. The exception is Westmoreland, who keels over from the pain. Blood has now leaked through his jumpsuit. Michael and C-Note hit the fire hose, C-Note asking, "Is this plan going to work?" We'll all find out together.
Becky's worked up the nerve to check Pope's office. He's not there.
We flash back to Team Escarpara working on the window. The plan's pretty simple: tie the hose around the window grill on one end, tie the other end to the elevator rail, punch a hole in the elevator, and let the velocity from the moving car exert enough force to pull the grill out of the window. However, there's one big problem: because the hose threads through the door, the sensors in the door won't permit it to close. T-Bag snipes, "What now, genius?" Michael gives him a look like "Remind me again what you bring to the team?" He hits the button a few more times, and the members of Team Escarpara watch the doors bounce open. Michael punches the button in frustration, and T-Bag goads, "Take your time. Fifteen minutes to get over that wall." Tweener finally steps up and strides into the elevator, punching the buttons and somehow getting the door closed. Within seconds, the grill's off the window.