Over at the BANK, squad cars peel up and officers point guns at the BANK. Given how many pedestrians they haven't police-lined away, I'm hoping none of the cops has a shaky trigger finger. Meanwhile, Lester the Possessor's minion tries to blend in with the gathering crowd. Given that he seems to be the only black guy around, he's not doing that good of a job. Inside the BANK, the Product-Placed Iraqi Vet does the usual scream-ordering of hostages to one place or another. Henry tries to talk the Product-Placed Iraqi Vet down, but he won't be talked down. "What other choice do I have?" Oh, man, I have this huge rant about that expression or its variants in one of my Enterprise recaps, but I can't be bothered to find it. Just know that I hate that crap. You ALWAYS have another choice. After making all his hostages pile their personal belongings in the center of the lobby, the Product-Placed Iraqi Vet orders Loan Officer to "get a bag and fill it with cash -- a lot of cash -- and bring it back. You got it? DO IT!" Loan Officer scampers off. "I'll get that loan one way or another," the Product-Placed Iraqi Vet. Yes, but now it's…not really a loan any more. I mean, you're stealing, so I don't think you have to worry about interest rates or anything. The Retard whispers to Raige that she can't believe this is happening. Raige rightfully points out that it wouldn't be happening to her if she wasn't so obsessed with the Milk Carton. Raige also won't use magic because there are security cameras around. Can't she just orb the security tapes elsewhere? Or their batteries? Wait, no, just orb the electricity from the main power to the building -- San Francisco has power failures all the time! She could orb the electricity to some poor family who can't pay their bills! And if that sounds ridiculously farfetched, you clearly haven't been paying enough attention to this show. Henry comes over and whispers that he's never seen the Product-Placed Iraqi Vet like this, and the excitable NYPD Blue camera starts to make me nauseous. Henry can't talk to the Product-Placed Iraqi Vet, but adds, "The only one he'll listen to right now is his son. IF ONLY WE COULD FIND SOMEONE WHO COULD BRING HIS SON HERE." Emphasis mine. Anvil? The show's. Raige raises her hand and says she has to go to the bathroom. After the Product-Placed Iraqi Vet ascertains that there are no windows in the bathroom, he lets Raige go, who promises, "No tricks, just the bathroom." That could be read in a whole 'nother gross way, but there's not enough wine in my house to get me to figure it out. More needless threatening of the hostages by the Product-Placed Iraqi Vet. In the bathroom, Raige orbs out.