Oh, Westmoreland. It hurts me to look at you. Of course, it doubtlessly hurts you to be you, but it's not like I'm particularly relishing this. C-Note has finally noticed that Westmoreland's bleeding too.

Meanwhile, on the outside...after the Middle-Aged White Guy Conspiracy gets through deciding on such weighty matters as whether or not the Bolivian government will nationalize its natural gas industry (yes), it will permit news to leak out concerning monkeys' love of happy hour (yes) and it'll sink the As as part of its grand plan to discredit SABRmetrics (apparently so, if their recent performance is any indication), talk turns to what to do about Caroline Reynolds. Or, as we know and love her, Madame Vice President. They decide she's not working out. Madame Vice President is shown deciding to have a drink or ten. The only question they want to know is whether they should let her live or die. They ask Brinker, and she tells them, "Becoming president is the most important thing to her. If we take that away, she has absolutely nothing to lose. I guarantee you, she will do everything she can to take everyone she can down with her." Well, it sounds like Madame Vice President shouldn't make any long-term plans.

Dr. Sara walks through the hall and sees Lincoln being escorted into the clinic. She seems surprised. After opening the clinic door, she JUST HAPPENS to notice the many bottles of morphine in the same medical supplies cabinet she's looked at for years. After taking a moment to recall the halcyon days of yore when she self-medicated, Dr. Sara snaps out of it.

And now it's time for Team Escarpara to get into the prison yard. But how? Manche's having a little bit of a meltdown and concludes, "This whole thing is messed up." T-Bag coolly injects, "Feel free not to come, Gordo." T-Bag's next team evaluation is going to be really negative if he keeps up the comments.

Becky notices that Pope's on the phone, shrugs, and resumes her paperwork.

Then a fire alarm goes off. Everyone in Team Escarpara has a fit. Michael looks up from his little security box, alarmed.