Outside, a police helicopter whirrs by overhead to scour the bank tower's façade with a searchlight as the street below buzzes with activity, with the now-dozens of policemen joined by the city's SWAT team. Oh, and the news van from WMWE, Milwaukee's nonexistent Channel 8, of course. Why they didn't use the call letters and station number for The CW's actual affiliate is beyond me, but that doesn't matter at this point, because the lead detective's just arrived on-scene to join his colleagues in the Mobile Emergency Command Unit. After getting a quick assessment of the current situation from the uniform we'd seen earlier, he orders them to cut the power.

Back inside the lobby, Ronald giggles as he turns a corner with Dean. Dean halts in his tracks to spin around and demand, "Are you nuts?" "That's just it!" Ronald replies with a genuinely happy grin plastered across his face. "I'm not nuts! I mean, I was so scared that I was losing my marbles, but this is real! I was right!" "Except for the mandroid thing," he hastily amends. "Thank you," he offers most sincerely. Dean, wigged by all that sincerity crap, bitch, simply mutters, "Don't mention it," before continuing on his way through the lobby. It's then, of course, that the power shuts off throughout the building. "Dammit!" Dean grumbles, instantly realizing what's happened as Ronald freaks out. When Ronald goes so far as to express surprise at the fact the police even know something's amiss inside the bank, Dean's forced to remind him, "You weren't exactly a smooth criminal about this, Ron. I mean, you didn't even secure the security guard! He probably called them." Ron rather endearingly starts babbling out excuses, but Dean orders him to calm down and zip it so they can strategize, and quickly arrives at the conclusion that things are looking pretty bleak. An unexpected noise raises their hackles, and both gentlemen squint into the surrounding darkness, Ron with his ridiculously large semiautomatic at the ready.