...the SWAT team carefully picks its way across the shattered glass of the bank's lobby. They silently swarm down the stairs and through the hallways as we leap past them to find Dean in the bank's basement boiler room, hot on The Sherrie Shifter's tail. Unfortunately, Dean's forced to abandon his search for the monster in favor of hiding behind a piece of machinery until the SWATs exit.

Upstairs, a quartet of SWATs lurk through a hallway until their flashlights land on Oh, Nooooo! Sherrie. "Please, I work here!" she mewls, and she does have that name tag pinned to her blazer, so two of the guys whisk her away towards the exit. The remaining duo shimmies down the hallway until their laser sights land upon Darling Sammy's remarkably broad back. "Freeze!" one of them yells. "Lemme see your hands!" D'OH!

Down in the basement, Dean performs a little flashlight-fu of his own until...The Sherrie Shifter slams an uppercut into his nose! "Not the face!" Raoul shrieks. "Dear God in heaven, not the face!"

Upstairs, Sam's treating the nice gentlemen from the SWAT team to a little of the same, biffing one guy and snatching away his rifle so he might beat them both unconscious with the thing. The SWATs go down like French prizefighters.