The Dolt kneels at Raige's side and applies the tingly touch. It of course heals her head, yet for some reason she remains unconscious. Piper asks for the remaining vials of potion. The Sole's sexy, white-toweled self is "forced" to admit that they've both been broken by the unconscious loon on the floor. Piper assumes that Raige's earlier warnings about The Sole were merely the early symptoms of infection. She beats herself up about that for a bit before Phoebe runs her hand across Raige's cheek and announces, "She's burning up." If they don't come up with another way to extract the demonic power from Raige's body, she'll die. Glycerin wells in Phoebe's eyes as she insists that "this can't be happening again." Well, sure it can, if you've had Rose McGowan fired while we weren't paying attention. Phoebe turns her glycerin-streaked visage to The Sole, begging for something -- anything -- that will save her sister. The Sole looks guilty and depressed. He sighs that if they can capture another Corporate Nazi, they might be able to convince him to remove the ball from Raige. He asks the Dolt to orb him into the underworld alone. Phoebe and Piper insist that they all will go, despite The Sole's warnings that the Ps powers might not work in Hell, thereby leaving the entire party defenseless. Phoebe streaks off into the bathroom to get dressed as Piper and the Dolt hoist Raige's lifeless body from the floor. The Sole sits alone, brooding and such.

Down in Hell, three identical copies of the vanquished Corporate Nazi from earlier trade little glowing balls amongst themselves. Too funny. Were I a spiteful bitch, I'd assign each the name of a coworker I hate. Oh, wait. That's right. I am a spiteful bitch. While Jon Singer tosses Peter O'Connell a glowy orb and Ethan Hollander witnesses the trade, The Sole and the Dolt cautiously poke their heads around a corner to watch. Piper chooses to throw caution to the wind and stomps right on over to the Nazis' table. "Sorry to interrupt," she announces, "but I think one of you may have lost a power." Jon, that smug, sexist pig, rises first to demand, "Who the hell are you?" Back at the alcove, The Sole orders the Dolt to join Phoebe and Piper while he hauls Raige over. Piper makes with the Power of Three threats, but Jon The Smug, Sexist Pig isn't buying it. With one witch down, there is no Power of Three, he reminds them. Piper tries to blow him up, but the impact of her weakened power is only enough to push him back a few paces. Piper bluffs that "that was just a warning" shot and that next time, she'll "use full force." To her surprise, the bluff appears to work. Peter The Sniveling Toady and Ethan The Ivy League Idiot immediately drop to one knee and bow their respective heads. The Smug, Sexist Pig remains standing. We soon see why The Toady and The Idiot are scraping their foreheads against the ground. The Sole is shooting them the flippy beetle eye from behind Piper's back. When The Smug Pig asks The Toady, "What the hell are you doing?" Peter smokes him with an FBOD. You should have done that years ago, you worthless little shit. At The Sole's silent behest, The Toady and The Idiot hover over Raige and extract the power ball. Raige recovers immediately and stands beside Phoebe. Before the Manor gang turns to leave, Piper flicks her hand, destroying the remaining power balls with one gesture. "Hmph," she snarks. "Had enough power to do that." Raige, Phoebe, Piper, and the Dolt file out. The Sole hangs back and, addressing The Sniveling Toady and The Ivy League Idiot, raises a finger to his lips to hiss with a smirk, "Shhhh!"