Serena: Here, baby. ( Cat meows ) come on, baby. Good girl. (
Chanting ) Auger de gomay. Auger de gomay.
( Meows )
Serena: ( singsong chant ) Ancient one of the earth so deep, master
of moon and sun, I shield you in my Wicca way here in my circle round.
Asking you, protect this space, and offer your sun force down. Mmm. ( Sighs
) what are you doing here? ( Screams )
( thunder crashing )
Prue: In here, working on the chandelier.
Piper: Sorry I'm late.
Prue: What else is new? You know, Piper, I would've been here to
meet the electrician myself, but you know I can't leave the museum until
6:00. I haven't even had time to change.
Piper: I just... I didn't realize how long I was in Chinatown. Did
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 knockoff didn't hire you today?
Piper: No, but this just may get me the job.
Prue: Jeremy sent you port?
Piper: It's the ultimate ingredient for my recipe.
Prue: Nice boyfriend.
Piper: Oh, my god! I don't believe it. Tell me that's not our old
Prue: Yeah. I found it in the basement when I was looking for the
Piper: "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, we should send it to Phoebe. That girl is so in the
dark, maybe a little bit of 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
( Thunder rumbling ) ( Piper sighs )
I am the son
and the heir
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does
see, I've already waited too long
and all my hope is gone.
( Sirens wailing ) ( garbled radio transmissions )
Darryl: okay. Okay, okay. We have two units on it now. Well, it's about
Andy: I got here as soon as I heard. Another dead female, right? Mid to
Darryl: I've been paging you for over an hour, Trudeau. Where have you
Andy: Oakland, 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 I went to an occult shop.
Darryl: You hate me, don't you? You want to see me suffer.
Andy: I want to solve these murders. Someone's after witches.
Andy: That woman up there, I'll 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 near an altar?
Andy: Were there carvings on that altar?
Darryl: Just do me a favor. Don't ever follow a lead without checking
with me first.
Andy: You want to go to occult shops?
Darryl: Just get to work, okay?
Jeremy: Inspector Trudeau! 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.
( Thunder rumbling ) ( thunder crashing )
Prue: I don't get it. I have checked everything. There's no reason
why the chandelier should not be working.
Piper: Uh, you know how we've been talking about what to do with
that spare room? I think you're right. We do need a roommate.
Prue: Well, we could rent out the room at a reduced rate in
exchange for help around the house.
Piper: Phoebe's good with a wrench.
Prue: Phoebe lives in New York.
Piper: Not anymore.
Piper: She left New York. She's moving back in with us.
Prue: ( Sighs ) you've got to be kidding.
Piper: Well, I could hardly say no. It's her house, too. It was
willed to all 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 so mad at
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?
Phoebe: Surprise! I found the hide-a-key.
Piper: Phoebe, welcome home!
Phoebe: Hello, Piper. It's so good to see you!
Piper: Hi. Isn't it, Prue?
Prue: I'm speechless.
( Horn honking )
Phoebe: oops! I forgot about the cab.
Piper: I'll get it.
Prue: Piper, that's my purse.
Phoebe: Thanks. I'll pay it back.
Prue: Is that all that you brought?
Phoebe: That's all that I own. That 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
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.
Phoebe: I know you think otherwise, because that's what that
Armani-wearing, Chardonnay-slugging trust-funder told you, but...
Piper: hey! I have a great idea. Why don't I make a fabulous
Prue: I'm not hungry.
Phoebe: I ate on the bus.
Piper: Okay, we'll try the group hug later.
Reporter: I'm at an apartment building on the corner of Eighth and
Franklin, where a murder occurred earlier this evening. The victim, believed
to be a nurse at County General, was reportedly stabbed to death in her
Piper: ( Knocking on door ) it's me.
Phoebe: Come on in. God! I am starving.
Piper: Figured. Hey... that's my boyfriend Jeremy. What happened?
Phoebe: Oh, some woman got whacked.
Piper: "Whacked"? Phoebe, you've been in New York way too long.
Phoebe: Yeah. I should have stayed. Why didn't you tell Prue I was
Piper: And risk her changing the locks? I don't think so. Besides,
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 her
own childhood her own childhood to help... to help raise us.
Phoebe: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Piper: Hey, we were 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
Prue: Hey. This was always the coldest room in the house.
( Thunder crashing )
Andy: it's the same tattoo that was on the other two victims.
Darryl: So the murderer is killing cultists.
Andy: No. The murderer's on a witch hunt.
Darryl: Oh, yeah. He's 500 years old and he lives in Salem. Look
around, Trudeau. Pentagrams, altars, offerings. All tools for a freak fest.
Andy: They call them sabbats and this was hardly a freak fest. She
was a solitary practitioner. She practiced her craft alone.
Andy: Let me ask you something, Morris. Do you believe in UFO's?
Darryl: Hell no.
Andy: Neither do I. But do you believe there are people out there
who do believe in UFO's?
Darryl: Yes, but I think they're crazy.
Andy: Well, then why can't you believe there are people who believe
they are witches?
Darryl: Look, all I know is if you don't stop talking about
witches, I'm going to start questioning you. ( Cat meows ) I'd stay away
from that cat, Trudeau. It's been clawing the crap out of everybody. See you
at the car.
Andy: ( Smooching ) come here.
Phoebe: I'm glad to hear you and Jeremy are still together. Where
did you meet him, anyway?
Piper: We met at 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
Phoebe: How romantic.
Piper: As a matter of fact, it was. The napkin had his phone number
on it. ( Chuckles ) 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: I asked if Prue would have sex with someone other than
herself this year.
Phoebe: That's disgusting. Please say "yes." Piper? ( Gasps )
Piper, get in here!
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. I'm
serious. It spelled "A-T."
Piper: Well, did you push it?
Prue: You always used to push the pointer.
Phoebe: My fingers were barely touching it. Look. Aah! It did it
again. It moved!
Prue: It's still on the letter "T."
Phoebe: I swear it moved. There. Look. You saw that, right?
Piper: I think so, yeah.
Phoebe: I told you I wasn't touching it.
Piper: Prue! Can you come in here a sec?
Prue: Now what?
Phoebe: I think it's trying to tell us something. "Attic."
Prue: Don't you think you're overreacting? We are 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 loose, Jeremy's
not even home.
Piper: So I'll... I'll... I'll wait in the cab till 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.
Prue: We've lived in this house for months now, and we've never
been able to get that attic door open.
Piper: Great! Now the phone doesn't work.
Prue: Yeah, the power's out. Look, just go with me to the basement.
Prue: I need you to hold the flashlight while I check out the main
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 am going now.
Phoebe: "The Book of Shadows." ( Thunder rumbles ) "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 call upon the ancient power. "Bring your powers to we sisters
three. "We want the power. Give us the power." ( Glass tinkling )
Prue: what are you doing?
Phoebe: Uh, reading... an incantation. It was in this
Book of Shadows. I found it in that trunk.
Prue: Let me see that.
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: Timing, feeling, and the phases of the moon. If we were ever going to
do this, now, midnight on a full moon... is the most powerful time.
Piper: "This?" Do what "this?"
Phoebe: Receive our powers.
Piper: What powers? Wait. Our powers? You included me in this?
Prue: No, she included all of us. "Bring your powers to we sisters
three." It's a book of witchcraft.
Piper: Let me see that.
( Thunder crashes )
Prue: Spirit boards, books of witchcraft. It figures all this freaky
stuff started when you arrived.
Phoebe: Hey, I wasn't the one that found the spirit board.
Prue: It wasn't my fingers sliding around on the pointer.
Piper: It doesn't matter because nothing happened, right, Phoebe,
when you did the 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, right?
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.
Phoebe: The only broom I've ever had was kept in a closet beside a
Piper: So what were you doing?
Phoebe: Reading. Is Prue around?
Piper: She went to work early. Reading aloud?
Phoebe: No, but... 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.
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. 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 are not witches, and we do not have special powers.
Besides, Grams wasn't a witch, and as far as we know, neither was Mom. So
take that, Nancy Drew.
Phoebe: We're the protectors of the innocent. ( Sing-song voice )
We're known as "The Charmed Ones."
Roger: There's been a change of plans.
Prue: Change of plans? Regarding the Beals Exhibition?
Roger: The extra money that you helped raise through private
donations has sparked significant corporate interest. The Beals artifacts
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 entire 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, Ms. Halliwell?
Prue: Ms. Halliwell? Since when did we stop being on a first-name
basis? When we stopped sleeping together or when I returned your engagement
Roger: I didn't realize the two were mutually exclusive, although I
certainly enjoyed one more than the other.
Roger: Prue, wait. I feel like I should say something, if only to
avoid a lawsuit. (Splutters )
Chef Moore ( French accent ): Your time... is up. Let's see, uh, "roast
pork with gratin of Florence fennel and penne with a port giblet sauce,"
Piper: Uh, chef Moore?
Chef Moore: What?
Piper: Uh, the port.
Chef Moore: Yes, without it, the sauce is nothing more than a salty
marinara, a recipe from a woman's magazine. Pfft! I didn't have time for...
Piper: But... but... ( gasps ) Chef Moore? ( Chuckles ) Chef Moore?
Hello? Hello? ( Soft gasp )
Chef Moore: mmm. That is very good. C'est magnifique,
Roger: It was my idea to spark corporate interest from
private donations. Besides, not only have I been with this project since its
inception, but we both know who really secured the entire exhibit. Prue.
Prue: I quit.
Roger: I'm going to have to call you back. ( Clears throat ) Think
about this, Prue.
Roger: Your future, because, believe me, if you walk out with no
notice, you can kiss any references...
Prue: don't threaten me, Roger.
Roger: ( Chuckles ) you know me. Had to try. You're hurt, you're
angry, your pride is wounded. I understand all that. That's why you can't
see that I'm doing you a favor.
Prue: Excuse me?
Roger: I had to take the exhibit away from you. If I hadn't, the
board would've come in and-and put a total stranger in my place. Think about
it, Prue. I'm here for you, not some stranger. You should be thanking me,
not leaving me.
Prue: Well, I'm not worried. I'm certain your intellect will make
quick work of the 75 computer discs and the thousands of pages of research I
left in my office.
Roger: You're gonna regret this.
Prue: Oh, I don't think so. I thought breaking up with you was the
best thing I'd ever done, but... this definitely tops that. Good-bye, Roger.
Roger: I hope there are no office supplies in your purse! (
Choking, gagging ) ( gasps ) ( grunts ) What the hell was that?
Piper: ( Line ringing ) Phoebe, answer the phone. Answer the phone.
( Ringing continues ) ( frustrated grunt ) ( gasps ) Oh, god, Jeremy, you
Jeremy: I-I can see. I'm sorry. You okay?
Piper: Yeah. Now I am. I really am. Um... what are you doing here?
Jeremy: Well, I wanted to be the first one to congratulate you on
your new job.
Piper: You're always surprising me. How did you know?
Jeremy: You prepared your specialty, and anyone who's ever sampled
your work can truly see how talented you are.
Piper: I get so turned on when you talk about food.
Jeremy: ( Laughs ) Hot dogs... hamburgers, pizza...
Prue: hi. Um, I'm looking for my sister, Phoebe Halliwell.
Nurse: One second, please. What's the name again?
Andy: Inspector Andrew Trudeau. Homicide. Dr. Gordon's expecting
Andy: Prue? I don't believe it. How are you?
Prue: I'm good. How are you?
Andy: I'm-I'm fine. I just can't believe I'm running into you.
Prue: Yeah, I'm, uh, picking up Phoebe. She had some sort of an
Andy: Is she gonna be okay?
Prue: Uh, yeah, she'll be fine. Uh, what are you doing here?
Andy: Uh... murder investigation.
Nurse: Your sister's still in x-ray, so it'll be another 15 minutes. Dr.
Gordon's office is to the left and down the hall. He's with a patient right
now, but you're free to wait outside his office.
Andy: Thank you.
Prue: Thank you.
Andy: Well... ( laughs softly ) it was good seeing you, Prue.
Prue: Yeah, you, too, Andy. Take care.
Woman ( over P.A. ): Wheelchair to admitting, wheelchair to admitting.
Andy: You know, Phoebe's busy and dr. Gordon's busy. Can I buy you
a bad cup of coffee while we wait?
Prue: Sure. So, you're an Inspector now.
Andy: ( Chuckles ) What can I say? In any other city, I'd be called
Prue: Hmm, "Inspector" is classier.
Andy: I'm liking it better already.
Prue: Your dad must be so proud.
Andy: Third generation. You bet he's happy. How about you? You
taking the world by storm?
Prue: Well, I'm living back at Grams' house, and, as of an hour
ago, I'm looking for work.
Prue: I heard you moved to Portland.
Andy: I'm back. You, uh... still seeing Roger?
Prue: How did you know about him?
Andy: I know people.
Prue: You checked up on me?
Andy: I wouldn't call it that.
Prue: What would you call it?
Andy: ( Sighs ) "Enquiring minds want to know"?
Prue: You checked up on me.
Andy: What can I say? I'm a detective.
( Over P.A. ): Miss Halliwell, please meet your sister at the nurses'
Prue: The Chosen Ones, the Charmed Ones. Phoebe, this is insane.
Phoebe: Are you telling me that nothing strange happened to you
today? You didn't freeze time or move anything?
Prue: Roger took an exhibit away from me. All right, look, Phoebe,
I know that you think that you can see the future, which is pretty ironic...
Phoebe: Since you don't think I have one? That my vision of life is
cloudy compared to your perfect hell? Even if you don't want to believe me,
just once can't you trust me?
Prue: Phoebe, I do not have special powers. Now, where is the
Phoebe: Really? That looks pretty special to me.
Prue: Oh, my god, so, um... I can move things with my mind?
Phoebe: With how much you hold inside, you should be a lethal
weapon by now.
Prue: I don't believe it.
Phoebe: This must mean that Piper can freeze time. Are you okay?
Prue: No, I'm not okay. You've turned me into a witch.
Phoebe: You were born one. We all were. And I think we better start
learning to deal with that.
Phoebe: When I was looking through the Book of Shadows, I saw these
wood carvings. They looked like something out of a Bosch painting. All these
terrifying images of three women battling different incarnations of evil.
Prue: Evil fighting evil-- that's a twist.
Phoebe: Actually, a witch can be either good or evil. A good witch
follows a Wicca rede: "An it harm none, do what ye will." A bad witch, or a
warlock, has but one goal: To kill good witches and obtain their powers.
Unfortunately, they look like regular people. They could be anyone,
Prue: And this has what to do with us?
Phoebe: Well, in the first wood carving, they were in slumber, but
in the second one, they were battling some kind of warlock. I think as long
as we were in the dark about our powers, we were safe. Not anymore.
( Cat meows )
Piper: Has anything weird or unexplainable ever happened to you?
Jeremy: Sure. It's called luck or fate. Some call it miracles. Why?
Piper: Forget it. Even if I could tell you, you'd swear I was
crazy. Open your fortune cookie.
Jeremy: Okay. "Soon you will be on top."
Piper: It doesn't say that.
Jeremy: Yes, it does.
Piper: Let me see.
Jeremy: Is that a bad thing?
Piper: "Of the world." "Soon you will be on top of the world."
Jeremy: Oh. Can you make a left on Seventh, please?
Man: You got it.
Piper: Seventh? I thought we were going to your place.
Jeremy: We are, but you reminded me of something. I want to show
you the old Boeing Building. The view of the Bay Bridge, it's amazing.
Pharmacist: I'll be right back with your prescription.
Phoebe: Take your time.
Prue: Excuse me, where do you keep the aspirin?
Pharmacist: Uh, aisle three.
Prue: Thank you.
Phoebe: Chamomile tea works great for headaches.
Prue: Not for this one, it won't.
Phoebe: You know, I'm not afraid of our powers. I mean, everyone
inherits something from their family, right?
Prue: Yeah, money, antiques, a strong disposition-- that's what
normal people inherit.
Phoebe: Who wants to be normal when we can be special?
Prue: I want to be normal. I want my life to... you know, isn't
this aisle three?
Phoebe: Well, we can't change what happened. We can't undo our
Prue: Do you see any aspirin?
Phoebe: I see chamomile tea.
Prue: Look, I have just found out that I am a witch, that my
sisters are witches, and that we have powers that will apparently unleash
all forms of evil-- evil that is apparently going to come looking for us. So
excuse me, Phoebe, but I'm not exactly in a homeopathic mood right now.
Phoebe: Then move your headache out of your mind. You move things
when you're upset.
Prue: This is ridiculous. I thought that you landed on your arm,
not your head.
Phoebe: You don't believe me?
Prue: Of course I don't believe you!
Roger. Now let's talk about Dad and see what happens.
Prue: He's dead, Phoebe.
Phoebe: No, he's moved from new York, but he's very much alive.
Prue: He isn't to me. He died the day he left Mom.
Phoebe: What are you talking about? He's always been a major button
pusher for you. You're mad he's alive, you're mad I tried to find him, and
you're mad I came back. Dad-Dad-Dad-Dad-Dad-Dad-Dad!
( Rumbling whoosh ) ( Prue gasps )
Phoebe: feel better?
Phoebe: The Book of Shadows said that our powers would grow.
Prue: Grow to what? ( Both laughing )
Jeremy: well... here we are.
Piper: I don't care how amazing the view is, I'm not going in
Jeremy: Come on, come on. I have a surprise inside. You are going
to love this. I bet you tell Phoebe and Prue the moment you see them.
Jeremy: So am I! See, I've waited six months for this. Ever since
Grams went to the hospital. You see, I've known for quite some time that the
moment the old witch croaked that all your powers, they'd be released--
powers that would reveal themselves as soon as the three of you got together
again. All that was needed was for Phoebe to return.
Piper: It's you, isn't you? You killed all those women.
Jeremy: Not women. Witches.
Piper: Why? ( Gasps )
Jeremy: it was the only way to get their powers. ( Low, demonic
voice ) And now I want yours.
( Screams ) ( gasping ) ( panting )
Piper: okay, think. Stay calm. Think, think, think. You gotta get
out of here. Okay, okay. ( Shuddering ) Uh... ( screams ) ( gasping )
Roger (on answering machine) Prue, it's Roger. I've decided to let
you come back to work. Seriously, let's talk.
Prue: Well, Piper's definitely not home, unless she's turned into a
Phoebe: How'd the cat get in?
( Cat meows )
Prue: I don't know. Someone must have left a window open. Uh,
did Piper leave a message?
Phoebe: She's probably out with Jeremy. Roger called.
Prue: Yeah, I heard.
( Door opening )
Phoebe: In here! Piper?
Prue: Oh, my god. What is it? What's wrong?
Piper: Quick! Lock the doors. Check the windows. We don't have a
lot of time. Phoebe, in the book of shadows, did it say how to get rid of
Prue: Oh, my god.
Jeremy: I'll get you, you bitch! ( Panting )
Prue: I'm calling the cops.
Piper: And tell them what? That we're witches? That some freak with
powers beyond comprehension is trying to kill us? Even if the cops did come,
they'd be no match for Jeremy, and we'd be next.
Phoebe: I found the answer. It's our only hope. Come on.
Prue: Okay, we've placed the nine candles anointed with oils and spices
in a circle.
Piper: Wait. I only count eight.
Phoebe: Oh, you forgot this one.
Piper: A birthday candle?
Phoebe: I guess Grams was low on witch supplies.
Prue: All right, next we need the poppet.
Piper: Got it.
Prue: Okay. We're set. We're ready to cast the spell.
Piper: Okay, first I'll make it stronger. Your love will wither and
depart from my life and my heart. Let me be, Jeremy, and go away forever.
Okay, the spell's complete.
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