Episode Report Card Demian: C- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Guineas and goombahs and wops, oh my!
By Demian | Season 4 | Episode 11 | Aired on 01.23.2002
Piper, Phoebe, and Raige clasp hands and recite a longer version of the earlier summoning spell:
All Three:
Hear these words. Hear our cry,
Spirit from the other side.
Come to us; we summon thee.
Cross now the great divide.
Phoebe Alone:
Beloved spirit Angela,
We seek your guidance.
We ask that you commune with us
And move amongst us.
A cold wind blows through the room, signaling the dead bookkeeper's imminent arrival. Piper, Raige, and the Dolt quickly retreat to The Toilet Of Justice. Once there, Piper twists her hand around again, unfreezing the United Colors. The jurors snap out of it just as an ectoplasmic haze spreads out in the air above the circle of candles on the table. Presently, the spectral presence of the late Angie Provolone appears. Long story short, she confirms Stan Stan The Salmon Man's version of events. The United Colors Of Jury Duty rest their respective jaws on the floor. Angie disappears. Smash cut to Revenant Ben proudly announcing "Not guilty!" in the courtroom. D.A. Almay breathes, "Unbelievable," looking for all the world like she's ready to brain Juror Number Eight with a pay phone out in the lobby. Stan Stan The Salmon Man bows his head in gratitude. Out in the gallery, Piper instructs the Dolt to "dust 'em," with Raige reminding him to include the bailiff in his sprightly little escapade. Stan approaches Piper and Raige as Phoebe sidles over from the jury box. He thanks them for their help. Piper notes that his dead ex-wife did all the hard work; they merely facilitated her appearance. Phoebe encourages him to develop his "gift." Stan bulges out his right eye and screams, "Wanna see what I can do with my new TEETH?" Okay, not so much, but if Daria, God forbid, ever becomes a live-action movie, this guy has the part of Demartino nailed.
Back at the Manor, Piper and Phoebe continue to lecture Raige on the varying shades of grey involved in self-revelation. "Our secret is never more important than saving somebody's life," Phoebe counsels, but Raige must learn the necessity of maintaining said secret on a strict need-to-know basis. This nattering ends when Glenn groans from the stairwell landing. He's suspended a foot above the carpeting by a crappy CGI ring of red flame constricting his neck. Ratman the rodent scuttles down the stairs before morphing up into Ratman the demon. "You have one hour to deliver the tape," he oozes, "or 'Stretch' here is dead." Ratman latches onto Glenn's arm and super-speeds in a red blur through the front doors, violently shattering them into an explosion of splinters and shards of glass as he goes. The Ps and the Dolt gape at the wreckage as we cut to commercial.