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That '70s Episode P2

Grams: Oh, Andy. Did Piper freeze you again? Oh, you poor dear. You won't remember a thing. (He unfreezes) Do you know where the girls went?

Little Andy: I think the strange ladies took them.

Prue: Okay, girls. If we see a bad guy what do we do?

Little Prue: She's gonna cry.

Little Piper: Am not. I'm gonna freeze him.

Little Prue: And then I'm gonna move him.

Prue: Okay, then we'll take care of him and then we will all...

Little Prue and Piper: Run like the wind!

Prue: Exactly. All right, so let's give it a try. Ready?

(Prue throws a ball up in the air. Little Piper freezes it and little Prue moves it.)

Little Prue: Can we do it again?

Prue: Yes, yes. Practice makes perfect. Okay, go try it.

Phoebe: Those girls have major juice. They have control, they can aim.

Prue: Yeah, well, they've had their powers a lot longer than we have. I mean did. I think.

Phoebe: What do you think happened to our powers when we were kids?

Prue: Well, we lost a lot growing up. Somehow we must have lost them too.

Piper: I finally found a pay phone. Mum is at work until five and Nicholas is on duty until six.

Prue: Good, at least we know where he is. The girls are ready.

Phoebe: Well, I'm not.

Prue: Why not?

Phoebe: Mum died before I could grab onto enough to keep her alive in my head. And now she's here alive, pregnant with me. If we stop Nicholas, we have to go back to our own time. And there's no mum there.

Piper: We don't have much of a choice, Phoebe.

Cop: Ladies. Is this your car?

[Scene: Hotel. Patty is walking to Victor's room. She knocks on the door.]

Victor: Come in.

Nicholas: I won't let you freeze me, Patty.

Patty: You.

Nicholas: Call me Nicholas.

Patty: Where's Victor?

Nicholas: Not here. Bait for the hook.

(Patty hits him in the stomach.)

Nicholas: Your blood is boiling, and then death will come.

Patty: What do you want?

Nicholas: What does any warlock want? I want your power Patty. At least I wanted it first. Till I realised you were the mother of the Charmed Ones.

Patty: No, no. You're mistaken. I only have two children.

Nicholas: Oh, but there'll be a third child. Where did that premonition of yours come from, Patty? If not from the unborn child inside you. I tapped your phone. And I heard you and the old witch talking about it.

Patty: I saw three warlocks. Women.

Nicholas: I saw them too, at the diner. Rivals, perhaps. I got to you first.

Patty: I beg you. Don't hurt them.

Nicholas: There is another option, Patty.

Piper: I can't believe we got arrested for kidnapping ourselves.

Prue: Yeah, well, it should make for a pretty interesting defence.

Piper: Do you think this is funny? Prue, we're not just stuck in jail, we're stuck in the past.

Prue: Yes, I know Piper, I've been following.

Prue: Uh, bright side?

Piper: Uhh, I dare go.

Phoebe: Well, maybe we can get to know mum better. Or, in my case finally. I mean, if we really are stuck here, we might as well take advantage of it, right? And maybe we can keep her from dying young this time.

Officer: Five minutes, ma'am.

Patty: How'd you know I was pregnant? Who are you people?

Phoebe: Your daughters.

Patty: Okay, I bailed you out. You just better not be warlocks.

Prue: Well, we wouldn't have needed you to bail us out if we were.

Patty: I've seen some magic in my life, but this is a miracle.

Phoebe: More than you know, mum.

Piper: Where are the little ones?

Patty: Home with Grams. I called her before I came here. That's how I found out you were arrested.

Prue: Did you tell her about us?

Patty: No. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know who you were myself. You're all so beautiful. More than I ever would have imagined. Phoebe. Phoebe. Talk about miracles. I must have named you after my favourite aunt. But, if you don't like the name I can always change it.

Phoebe: No. I love it.

Prue: Ah, mum. We cast a spell to come back in time to help you. To stop you.

Patty: To stop me from what?

Prue: From making a pact with a warlock named Nicholas.

Patty: Then you're too late.

Piper: What?

Patty: I thought I was going to see Victor, your father. But it turned out to be a trap.

Prue: Nicholas.

Patty: He tried to kill me. Phoebe too. I had to give him immunity to your powers in exchange for your lives. I'd rather love you as mortal daughters, than have to mourn you as dead witches.

Piper: But he's gonna kill us anyway to get our powers.

Patty: No, not until Phoebe's born. And all your powers are complete. I bought us some time in the hopes that Grams could help us. Oh, she's going to be so thrilled when she sees you. The Charmed Ones.

Grams: Where was I born?

Patty: Mum.

Grams: I'm still not convinced that they're not warlocks.

Patty: We have a pact to undo. We should be looking for a spell.

Prue: Boston. In a hotel room, breech.

Grams: What was my husband's name?

Prue: Which husband?

Grams: Who's Melinda Warren?

Phoebe: The beginning of our family line. She gave us our powers. Our destiny.

Grams: What's the secret ingredient in my blueberry cobbler?

Piper: Honey and a splash of rum.

Grams: What's IBM selling at in your time?

Patty: Mum!

Grams: What?

Patty: It's not the time for personal gain.

Grams: If they could just nod their heads. Okay, forget it. Well, look at you. The three of you. Oh, Patty, I always knew I would deliver the Charmed Ones. Once removed, of course. Prue. (She nods.) Piper. (She waves.) And...

Phoebe: Phoebe!

Grams: Oh, another 'P'. What a surprise.

Patty: About the pact?

Grams: We must keep the girls safe until we can reverse it. I'll have to bind their powers.

Piper: Uh, bind our powers?

Grams: Strip them from the young ones. So Nicholas can't get a hold of them. It doesn't have to be done right away. As soon as Phoebe's born. I'll cast a spell and suspend their, uh, your powers.

Prue: Um, but that's exactly what you did... or do... will do... you know what I mean.

Piper: Well, that explains why we don't remember having our powers when we were younger.

Grams: What do you mean? Well, how old were you when you got your powers back?

Piper: We just got them.

Grams: What? I unbound your powers without having broken the pact? Why would I do that? I mean unless I died which of course would automatically... unbind your powers. I guess I'm not going to make it to the next millennium, huh?

Phoebe: Uh, speaking of that, mum...

Grams: No. We mustn't know anymore about the future. You came back for one reason, to break the pact. You mustn't tamper with anything else. It's much too risky. Heaven knows what damage you've already done by coming back here.

Prue: We haven't done anything, we missed our chance to stop the pact.

Grams: And there's a reason for that. Destiny always gets its own way. It's not as easy to change the past as you think. If you do it incorrectly, everything will change. The evil you vanquished, the good that you've done, none of it may've ever happened.

Piper: Well, we have to change this, we can't go back and let him kill us.

Patty: The only way to vanquish him in your time would be for me to unbless the ring and take away its immunity. It's in a drawer in his hotel room.

Phoebe: Okay, well, let's go to Nicholas' hotel room and steal back the ring. Hopefully it'll be there.

Patty: No, it's too dangerous, you don't have powers. I'll go.

Prue: No. If something happened to you, future history could be changed forever. Just like Grams said. We have to go.

Grams: Well, I'm glad to see you finally learned to listen to me. You better hurry. In the meantime, I'll write a new spell that will get you back to your own time.

Piper: Wait, you can do that? You can send us home?

Grams: We're witches, dear, we can do anything.

Phoebe: I wish that were true.

Prue: Okay, we need to go.

Patty: Be careful.

Prue: Why am I not surprised that you know how to do this?

Phoebe: Let's just hope Nicholas isn't inside.

Prue: The concierge says he's not and Piper's outside watching for him.

Phoebe: Mum says it's in a drawer.

Prue: Found it. Okay, we gotta get it back to mum.

Prue: We have the ring, here it is.

Piper: Okay, now what?

Grams: Go back to where you belong.

Patty: Then I will unbless the ring and get it back to the hotel before Nicholas finds it missing.

Grams: Now remember, there is no time to lose. You will return at the exact moment you left, which means Nicholas will be there too.

Piper: Hopefully without immunity to our powers.

Prue: We'll be ready. Phoebe?

Phoebe: Okay, I'm coming.

Prue: I love you, mum. (Phoebe puts her letter in the Book of Shadows.)

Piper: I'm never gonna learn to like lima beans Grams, but thanks for everything else. (They hug.)

Grams: (to Phoebe) You're going to be a handful aren't you?

Phoebe: You'll learn to love me.  I'm gonna miss you.

Grams: "A time for everything, And to everything its place, Return what has been moved, Through time and space."

Patty: Let me help.  "A time for everything, And to everything its place, Return what has been moved, Through time and space."

Grams: You did well, Patty. Oh, they're fabulous.

Patty: I just hope they're safe.

Prue: Oops.

Grams: What happened?

Patty: Where did you go?

Piper: We didn't go anywhere. We were just standing here, and the next thing we knew...

Phoebe: We were just standing here.

Patty: I told you to use poplar buds.

Grams: It's a perfectly good spell. I mean, it moved them through time.

Patty: Yeah, ten seconds.

Grams: I'm telling you, it's not the spell. It must be the power behind the spell, there's not enough power.

Piper: Maybe we need the Power of Three.

Phoebe: The only problem is it doesn't exist yet.

Grams: Nothing.

Phoebe: Maybe this is our destiny.

Grams: Not for the Charmed Ones.

Piper: We don't exist yet.

Patty: Yes, yes you do.

Prue: No, not with powers.

Patty: Yes, little Prue and Piper have their powers and Phoebe gave me a premonition so she must have hers. If we can teach the girls the chant, maybe the three of us can get you back to your time.

Prue: The Power of Three, it's worth a try.

Nicholas: (from downstairs) Where are you, witches? Where's my ring?

Patty: Nicholas.

Grams: You and Piper get the girls, we'll fend him off. (Everyone goes out of the attic except Phoebe who gets the letter out of the Book of Shadows.) Come on, Phoebe.

Prue: Oh, Grandma don't get too close, his power.

Grams: I know, I know.

Phoebe: We can't risk you being hurt, go upstairs and help mum start the spell.

Prue: Phoebe and I will take care of him. Come on.

(Phoebe goes and kicks Nick in the head.)

Patty: (to the little girls) We're gonna play a little game, okay. Now give me your hands.

Piper: Okay, hurry.

Patty: Now, repeat after me. "A time for everything, And to everything its place..."

Little Prue & Piper: "A time for everything, And to everything its place..."

Patty: "Returned what has been moved, Through time and space."

Little Prue & Piper: "Return what has been moved, Through time and space."

Prue: All right, we don't have much time.

Piper: What about his ring?

Grams: Don't worry about the ring now. Let's just get you back.

Prue: Well, but it is unblessed, right?

Grams: Yes, but there wasn't time to test it.

Prue: Then how will we know it works?

Grams: You won't. Not until you get back. And since time will pick up right where it left off, he won't know either. Goodbye, girls. Be good, darlings.

Patty, Little Prue and Piper: "A time for everything, And everything its place, Return what has been moved, Through time and space."

Prue: It worked, we're back.

(Nicholas is running up the stairs.)

Phoebe: Hurry.

Nicholas: Time is up.

(Prue uses her powers and Nick flies through the air.)

Prue: All right, the ring's unblessed.

(Piper freezes him.)

Piper: Phoebe, find anything?

Phoebe: How about the 'Nicholas Must Die' spell?

Piper: That wasn't there before.

Prue: Well, maybe it's just Grams' way of saying, you know, welcome back... or, or front.

Phoebe: Spell pouch included at no extra charge. Uh, "Lavender, mimosa, holy thistle..."

Piper: Oh dear!

Phoebe: "Cleanse this evil from our midst, scatter its cells throughout time, let this Nick no more exist."

Prue: Wow. I'm really glad I never got on Grams' bad side.

Phoebe: I can't stop thinking about mum. How I lost her and then I found her again.

Prue: I'm just glad that you finally have memories of her.

Piper: What? I'm supposed to throw out perfectly good flowers 'cause they came from a creep? If that was the rule then we'd never have flowers in this house.

Prue: Well, they didn't just come from a creep, they came from a warlock who tried to kill us.

Phoebe: Still, if it weren't for him, I probably would've never gotten to know mum.

Piper: We all wanted to save mum, Pheebs, but both mum and Grams said we can't change destiny.

Phoebe: But, um, I still wrote her a note anyway.

Prue: You did?

Phoebe: Yes, I wrote her a note telling her to stay away from water on the day that she died. And then I put it in the Book of Shadows.

Piper: I can't believe you did that.

Phoebe: You don't understand. Every time I've made a wish, I wished for time with mum. And I believed in my heart that someday, somehow, that wish would come true and when it finally did, I didn't wanna let her go. You know, but then I realized that I had to let her go, so I took the note out and put it in my pocket.

Prue: Maturity sucks, doesn't it?

Piper: Still, faith has its rewards. (She shows them the picture that Phoebe took in the attic.) It's a pretty good one of us, but once again, not a great one of you, Pheebs.

Phoebe: Are you kidding? That is the best picture of me I've ever taken.

Something Wicca This Way Comes - P1

Serena Fredrick: Come on, baby. Good girl. (She walks over to her altar and lights the candles with just a touch of her finger. You see someone standing outside her window. She starts saying a spell.) Ancient one of the earth so deep, master of moon and sun. I shield you in my wiccan way, here in my circle round, asking you to protect this space, and offer your sun force down. (Someone walks up behind her. She turns around.) What are you doing here? (The man pulls out a knife and plunges it into her stomach.)

Piper: Prue?

Prue: In here, working on the chandelier.

Piper: Sorry I'm late.

Prue: What else is new? Piper, I would have been here to meet the electrician myself but you know I can't leave the museum until six. I didn't even have time to change.

Piper: I just didn't realise how long I was in Chinatown. Did Jeremy call?

Prue: No, but he had some roses and a package delivered. What were you doing in Chinatown? I thought that you had an interview in North Beach.

Piper: I did but I went to Young Lee market after my interview to get the ingredients for my audition recipe tomorrow.

Prue: So, that wolfgang-puck knock-off didn't hire you then?

Piper: No, but this just may get me the job.

Prue: Jeremy sent you port?

Piper: The ultimate ingredient for my recipe. Oh my God, I don't believe it. Tell me that's not our old spirit board?

Prue: Yeah, I found it in the basement when I was looking for the circuit tester.

Piper: (Reading the inscription on the back) "To my three beautiful girls. May this give you the light to find the shadows. The power of three will set you free. Love, Mom." We never did figure out what this inscription meant.

Prue: Well, maybe we should send it to Phoebe. That girl is so in the dark, maybe a little light will help.

Piper: You're always so hard on her.

Prue: Piper, the girl has no vision, no sense of the future.

Piper: I really think Phoebe's coming around.

Prue: Well, as long as she doesn't come around here I guess that's good news.

Darryl: Well, it's about time.

Andy: I got here as soon as I heard. Another dead female, right? Mid to late twenties.

Darryl: I've been paging you for over an hour, Trudeau, where have you been?

Andy: Checking out a lead.

Darryl: What lead?

Andy: One that didn't go anywhere.

Darryl: You're avoiding my question.

Andy: Because you don't want to know that I went to an occult shop.

Darryl: You hate me don't you? You wanna see me suffer.

Andy: I wanna solve these murders. Someone's after witches.

Darryl: Women.

Andy: That woman up there, I bet she was killed with an athame.

Darryl: Wrong. Double edged steel knife.

Andy: Right. That's an athame. It's a ceremonial tool. Witches use them to direct energy.

Darryl: That woman didn't direct jack. She was stabbed. Plain and simple.

Andy: Was she found in an altar?

Darryl: Yes.

Andy: Were there carvings on that altar?

Darryl: Just do me a favor. Don't even follow a lead without checking with me first.

Andy: You wanna go to occult shops?

Darryl: Get to work okay.

Jeremy: Jeremy Burns. San Francisco Chronicle. You care to comment?

Andy: A woman was stabbed. Plain and simple.

Jeremy: Well, that's the third one in three weeks.

(Andy walks off.)

Prue: I don't get it. I have checked everything, there's no reason why the chandelier should not be working.

Piper: You know how we've been talking about what to do with the spare room? I think you're right, we do need a roommate.

Prue: We can rent the room at a reduce rate in exchange for some help around the house.

Piper: Phoebe's good with a wrench.

Prue: Phoebe lives in New York.

Piper: Not anymore.

Prue: What?

Piper: She left New York. She's moving back in with us.

Prue: You have got to be kidding.

Piper: Well, I could hardly say no. It's her house too. Grams left it to all three of us.

Prue: Yeah, months ago and we haven't seen or spoken to her since.

Piper: Well, you haven't spoken to her.

Prue: No, I haven't. Look, maybe you've forgotten why I'm still mad at her.

Piper: No, of course not but she had nowhere else to go. She lost her job, she's in debt.

Prue: And this is news? How long have you known about this anyway?

Piper: A couple of days, maybe a week—or two.

Prue: Thanks for sharing. When does she arrive?

(The front door opens and Phoebe walks in.)

Phoebe: Surprise! I found the hide-a-key.

Piper: Phoebe, welcome home.

Phoebe: Hello, Piper. (Piper and Phoebe hug.)

Piper: It's so good to see you. Isn't it Prue?

Prue: I'm speechless.

(A car horn beeps.)

Phoebe: Oops. I forgot about the cab.

Piper: I'll get it. (She grabs Prue's purse.)

Prue: Piper, that's my purse.

Phoebe: Thanks. I'll pay you back.

Prue: Is that all that you brought?

Phoebe: That's all that I own and a bike. Look, I know that you don't want me here....

Prue: We're not selling Grams' house.

Phoebe: Is that why you think I came back?

Prue: Look, the only reason Piper and I gave up our apartment and moved back here was because this house has been in our family for generations.

Phoebe: No history lesson needed. I grew up here too. So can we talk about what's really bothering you?

Prue: No, I'm still furious with you.

Phoebe: So, you'd rather have a tense reunion filled with boring chitchat and unimportant small talk?

Prue: No, but otherwise we won't have anything to talk about.

Phoebe: I never touched Roger.

Prue: Whoa.

Phoebe: I know you think otherwise because that's what that Armani-wearing, Chardonnay-slugging, trust-funder told you ...

Piper: Hey, I have a great idea. Why don't I make a fabulous reunion dinner.

Prue: I'm not hungry.

Phoebe: I ate on the bus.

Piper: Okay, we'll try the group hug later.

Piper: It's me.

Phoebe: Come on in. (Piper is carrying a tray with drinks and food on it.) Thank God. I am starving.

Piper: Figured. (She sees Jeremy on TV.) Hey, that's my boyfriend, Jeremy. What happened?

Phoebe: Some woman got whacked.

Piper: Whacked? Phoebe, you've been in New York way too long.

Phoebe: Yeah, I should have stayed. Now, why didn't you tell her I was coming back?

Piper: And risk her changing the locks? I don't think so and besides, I think you should have been the one to tell her not me.

Phoebe: Good point, Chicken Little. It's just so hard for me to talk to her. She's always been more like a mother.

Piper: That's not her fault. She practically had to sacrifice....

Phoebe/Piper: Her own childhood to raise us.

Phoebe: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Piper: And we're lucky she was so responsible. You and I had it easy, all we had to do was be there.

Phoebe: Yeah, well, I don't need a mom anymore, you know, I need a sister.

Prue: This was always the coldest room in the house.

Phoebe: Thanks.

Andy: It's the same tattoo that was on the other two victims.

Darryl: So, the murderer is killing occults.

Andy: No, the murderer's on witch hunts.

Darryl: Oh, yeah, he's five to eight years old and he lives in Salem. Look around, Trudeau. Pentagrams, altars, offerings, all the tools of a freak fest.

Andy: They call them Sabbaths. Which is hardly a freak fest. She was a solitary practitioner. She practiced her craft alone.

Darryl: Mmm.

Andy: Let me ask you something, Morris. Do you believe in U.F.O.'s?

Darryl: Hell, no.

Andy: Neither do I. But do you believe that there are people out there who do believe in U.F.O.'s?

Darryl: Yes, but I think they're crazy.

Andy: Well, then why can't you believe that there are people who believe they are witches.

Darryl: Look, all I know is if you don't stop talking about witches, I'm gonna start questioning you. (Kit jumps up on the bench. She meows. Andy goes over and pats her.) I'd stay away from that cat, Trudeau. It's been clawing the crap out of everybody. See you at the car.

Phoebe: When did you meet Jeremy?

Piper: About six months ago—right before Grams died. We met in the hospital cafeteria the day Grams was admitted. He was covering a story and I was bawling over a bagel. So, he handed me a napkin.

Phoebe: How romantic.

Piper: As a matter of fact it was. The napkin had his phone number on it. (Phoebe laughs.) Stop pushing the pointer.

Phoebe: I'm not touching it.

Piper: You used to always push the pointer. More popcorn?

Phoebe: Hey, I forgot your question.

Piper: (from the kitchen) I asked if Prue would have sex other than herself this year.

Phoebe: That's disgusting. Please say yes. (The pointer moved to the letter 'A' by itself.) Piper. (It then moves to 'T'.) Piper, get in here!

Piper: What?

(Prue comes in.)

Prue: What did you guys do now?

Piper: Me? I didn't do anything.

Phoebe: The pointer on the spirit board. It moved on its own. (Prue and Phoebe stare at her.) I'm serious. It spelled 'A' 'T'.

Piper: Well, did you push it?

Phoebe: No.

Prue: You used to always push the pointer.

Phoebe: My fingers were barely touching it. Look. (She puts her fingers on the pointer. Nothing happens. Prue and Piper turn and start to leave. The pointer moves to the bottom of the board, then back to the letter 'T'.) Ah, it did it again! It moved!

Prue: It's still on the letter 'T'.

Phoebe: I swear it moved. (Prue leaves the room. The pointer moves again. Piper sees it too.) There. (She stands up.) Look. You saw that right?

Piper: I think so, yeah.

Phoebe: I told you I wasn't touching it. (The pointer moves again.)

Piper: Prue, can you come in here for a sec?

Prue: Now what?

(Phoebe writes the letters down on an envelope.)

Phoebe: I think it's trying to tell us something. (She holds up the envelope.) Attic.

Prue: Don't you think you're overreacting? We're perfectly safe here.

Piper: Don't say that. In horror movies, the person who says that is always the next to die.

Prue: It is pouring rain. There's a psycho on the lose. Jeremy's not even home.

Piper: Well I'll-I'll-I'll wait in the cab until he gets home.

Prue: That'll be cheap.

Piper: Prue, I saw that pointer move.

Prue: No, look, what you saw was Phoebe's fingers pushing the pointer. There's nothing in the attic, she's playing a joke on us.

Piper: We don't know that. We've lived in this house for months and we've never been able to get that attic door open. (She crosses the foyer and picks up the phone.) Great, now the phone doesn't work.

Prue: Yeah, the power's out. Look, go with me to the basement.

Piper: What?

Prue: I need you to hold the flashlight while I check out the main circuit box.

Piper: Phoebe will go with you to the basement won't you Phoebe.

Phoebe: Nope, I'm going to the attic.

Prue: No, you're not. We already agreed.

Phoebe: I am not waiting for some handyman to check out the attic and I'm certainly not waiting until tomorrow. I'm going now.

Piper: Prue, wait.

[Cut to Phoebe. She tries to open the attic door but it's locked. She gives up and turns to walk back down the stairs. She hears a creak and turns to see the attic door opening. She walks inside. A light shines on a trunk and she walks over to it. She opens it and there's a book inside. She picks up the book and blows the dust off. She opens it.)

Phoebe: "The Book of Shadows." (She turns the page and starts reading.) "Hear now the words of the witches, the secrets we hid in the night, the oldest of Gods are invoked here, the great work of magic is sought. In this night and in this hour, I'll call upon the ancient power, bring your powers to we sisters three, we want the power, give us the power."

Prue: What are you doing?

Phoebe: Uh ... reading an incantation. It was in this Book of Shadows, I found it in that trunk.

Piper: How did you get in here?

Phoebe: The door opened.

Piper: Wait a minute, an incantation? What kind of incantation?

Phoebe: It said something about there being three essentials of magic. Uh, timing, feeling and phases of the moon. If we were ever gonna do this, now - midnight on a full moon - is the most powerful time.

Piper: This? Do what?

Phoebe: Receive our powers.

Piper: What powers? Wait, our powers? You included me in this?

Prue: No, she included all of us. (Reading from the book.) "Bring your powers to we sisters three." It's a book of witchcraft.

Piper: Let me see that.

Prue: Spirit boards, books of witchcraft. It figures all this freaky stuff started when you arrived.

Phoebe: Hey, I wasn't the one who found the spirit board.

Prue: But it wasn't my fingers sliding around on the pointer.

Piper: It doesn't matter. Because nothing happened, right Phoebe, when you did that incantation?

Phoebe: Well, my head spun around and I vomited split-pea soup. How should I know?

Piper: Well, everything looks the same.

Phoebe: You're right.

Prue: But the house still needs work.

Piper: Everything feels the same, so nothing's changed.

Piper: You're up early.

Phoebe: I never went to sleep.

Piper: Don't tell me you put on a black conical hat and spent the night flying around the neighborhood on a broomstick?

(She sits down next to Phoebe.)

Phoebe: The only broom I've ever had was kept in a closet beside a mop.

Piper: So what were you doing?

Phoebe: Reading. Is Prue around?

Piper: She went to work early. Reading aloud?

Phoebe: No. According to the Book Of Shadows, one of our ancestors was a witch, named Melinda Warren.

Piper: And we have a cousin who's a drunk, an aunt who's manic, and a father who's invisible. (She stands up.)

Phoebe: I'm serious. She practiced powers. Three powers. She could move objects with her mind, see the future and stop time. Before Melinda was burned at the stake, she vowed that each generation of Warren witches would become stronger and stronger, culminating in the arrival of three sisters. (They walk to Piper's car.) Now, these sisters would be the most powerful witches the world has ever known. They're good witches and I think we're those sisters.

Piper: Look, I know what happened last night was weird and unexplainable, but we're not witches and we do not have special powers besides, Grams wasn't a witch and as far as we know, neither was mom. (Piper kisses her on the cheek.) So take that Nancy Drew.

Phoebe: We're the protectors of the innocent. We're known as the charmed ones.

Roger: There's been change of plan.

Prue: Change of plan regarding the Beals expedition?

Roger: The extra money that you help raise through private donations has sparked significant corporate interest. The Beals artefacts will now become part of our permanent collection.

Prue: Well, that's terrific.

Roger: Which is why the board wants someone a little more qualified to handle the collection from now on. You look surprised.

Prue: I don't know why. I'm furious. Not only have I been on this project since its inception, but I'm the curator who secured the entire exhibition. You're the person a little more qualified aren't you?

Roger: I could hardly say no to the board of directors, could I? But I know you'll be happy for me, after all, what's good for me is definitely good for you. Right, Miss Halliwell?

Prue: Miss Halliwell? Since when did we stop being on a first-name-basis? When we stopped sleeping together or when I returned your engagement ring, Roger?

Roger: I didn't realize the two were mutually exclusive. Although I certainly enjoyed one more than the other.

Prue: Bastard! (She turns to leave.)

Roger: Prue, wait. (She stops.) I feel like I should say something if only to avoid a lawsuit. (She leaves. Roger's pen in his pocket leaks and gets a blue ink spot on his shirt. He takes the pen out of his pocket and it squirts in his face.)

Chef Moore: (In his French accent) Your time is up. Let's see. (Reading the index card.) Roast pork with gratin of fennel and penne with a port giblet sauce.

Piper: Chef Moore ...

Chef Moore: What?

Piper: Uh, the port ...

Chef Moore: Yes, without the sauce it is nothing more than a salty marinara. A recipe from a woman's magazine. Puh!

Piper: I didn't have time for--

Chef Moore: Ah-ah!

Piper: But, but ... (He puts some on a fork and raises it to his mouth. Piper waves her hands around and he stops. He stands there like a statue.) Chef Moore? Chef Moore? (She waves her hand in front of his face.) Hello? Hello? (She picks up a baster and fills it up with some port. She dribbles some on Chef Moore's forkful of food. He unfreezes and puts it in his mouth.)

Chef Moore: Mmm ... this is very good. C'est magnifique.

Evil never stops in San Francisco .. But there are those who stop the evil! Our beloved Halliwell!

Happy Valentine's Day from Piper Halliwell! Love each other always🥰

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