Yeah, it involves another fucking leprechaun. However, as they hired Michael J. Anderson of Twin Peaks and Carnivàle fame for this evening's presentation, it's not nearly as bad as one would expect it to be. Though I have to admit it would have been much, much better if he'd recorded all of his dialogue backwards and then lip-synched to the reverse playback. That, in fact, would have rocked. Anyway, long story short, Raige wants The Man From Another Place to blow one of his magical trouser nuggets all over Darling Henry's fuzzy head so, I don't know, the global positioning satellite will reboot? I don't care. The important thing is, she's supposed to meet him at Trudeau Memorial in an hour. The Man From Another Place dutifully recites the Gaelic required to activate his stupid rainbow and exits just as Savard sneaks up behind Raige to smarm, "Don't you just hate leprechauns?" Why, yes! Yes, I do, but you weren't talking to me, unfortunately, and you're really only here to sweep your hand in front of her face, in the process sending Raige into an instant stupor on the floor, right? Right. Packrat materializes in the parlor and morphs into Raige form as Savard kneels to squiggle the real Raige down to Hell. Once alone, Rattrap murmurs something vaguely threatening until she's swallowed up by the next commercial break.