Teleplay by: Brad Kern
Story by: Peter Chomsky
Transcribed by: Shay Fitzpatrick
[Scene: Manor. Living room. Piper is lighting candles. There is a bottle of wine in an ice bucket on the coffee table. Music is playing.]
Prue: (from the other room) Piper? (She walks in and notices all the candles.) Oh. Expecting company?
Piper: You think? Prue, what are you doing here? I’m supposed to have the house to myself tonight.
Prue: Oh, God, I-I-I thought that that was tomorrow night.
Piper: No, no, no. I put it on the kitchen calendar way in advance, that’s why Phoebe’s at the library studying and you’re supposed to be out on an assignment.
Prue: Yeah, well, I was all day and I was just downstairs in the basement developing these shots that I took and actually was hoping to get your opinion on them. I guess now wouldn’t really be a good time would it? (Piper shakes her head.) Although, Leo’s not really here yet.
Piper: Alright, make it fast.
(Prue shows her the photos.)
Prue: Alright, so, so, the magazine asked me to capture faces in the city. So I went to the haight and I took these shots but look at this man.
(She points to him.)
Piper: Yeah, so?
Prue: So he is in every single one of my pictures. I-I-I mean, I didn’t really focus on him, I didn’t even notice him until I got home but there he is in all of them just hanging out.
Piper: Well, maybe he’s homeless.
Prue: But handing out fliers? I don’t think so. And look at his face. He looks so sad and determined. (Leo orbs in.) Oh.
Piper: Okay, bye, bye.
Prue: Oh, oh. Alright, so, uh, I’m gonna go now and I’ll be downstairs and work all night long an I’ll be really quiet and you won’t have to worry about me.
(Prue hugs her and whispers in her ear.)
Prue: So, no sex without safe sex.
Piper: Thanks. (Prue starts to leave.) Oh, by the way, on the kitchen counter there’s a birthday card for dad if you want to sign it.
Prue: Um, I don’t. ‘Night Leo.
Piper: That’s weird. I wonder why she doesn’t want to sign d…
Leo: Hi. (He walks over and kisses Piper.) You wanna sit down?
Piper: Oh, why don’t we go upstairs, since she’s downstairs.
Leo: Okay, I know a faster way.
Piper: You do?
(They orb out.)
[Scene: Library. Phoebe’s sitting at a desk highlighting pages in a book. She looks around, reaches in her bag and pulls out some potato chips. She eats them and a girl sitting a desk beside her hears her crunching. She looks over at Phoebe.]
Phoebe: Oh, I’m sorry.
Charlene: I won’t tell if you won’t.
(She shows Phoebe a packet of chips.)
Phoebe: Hey, hi, I’m Phoebe.
Charlene: I’m Charlene. Actually we’ve met. We even carpooled. Metaphysics 301, remember?
Phoebe: Oh, that’s right and your dad is the professor of that class, right?
Charlene: Yeah, dirty rat, he gave me a C. We don’t get along in anything. Even metaphysics. But I’m, hoping that’ll change when I finish my thesis, get published, he’ll finally have to take me seriously. I’ll quit before I start telling you about my mother.
Phoebe: No, it’s okay. I’ve been studying here for so long it’s nice to have someone to talk to. So what’s your thesis about?
Charlene: It’s about the existence of demons in our world.
Charlene: Yeah, I’ve been researching for five years to prove that they’re not just myths like my dad thinks, that they actually really do exist. I’ve got proof right here.
Phoebe: It’s very interesting.
Charlene: But you believe in them too don’t you? I mean, you seem to in class. Certainly know a lot about them.
Phoebe: Uh, it’s really late, um, and I really gotta go. Okay. (She packs up her books.) It was really nice talking to you, Charlene. Take care okay.
Charlene: Okay, see you around.
Charlene: Bye, bye. (Phoebe leaves. Charlene stands up and walks over to the book shelves. She walks down the aisle and picks the ‘Encyclopedia of Demons’ off the shelf. A face of a demon is there.) Sorry, you scared me.
(She starts to walk away.)
(He grabs her and she gets sucked in the bookshelf.)
[Scene: Manor. Prue walks in the bathroom. Someone’s in the shower. She walks over to the sink and wipes the fog off the mirror.]
Prue: Hey, Piper, will you do me a favour and feed the cat? I want to get down to the haight. (She gets her toothbrush and toothpaste.) You know, I wanna see if that guy is still on that bus bench. You know, I just couldn’t stop thinking about him all night. I mean, there’s no guarantee that he’ll actually be there but if he is I wanna get a better shot. (She starts brushing her teeth and then Piper walks in.)
Piper: Prue, wh-what are you doing in here?
Leo: Piper, can you hand me a towel? (Leo pulls across the shower curtain and sees Prue.) Prue!
(Prue’s eyes widen.)
Prue: Leo. (Piper throws him a towel.) Nice orbs.
Piper: Bye. (Prue continues to look at Leo.) Bye.
(Prue walks backwards into the door.)
Piper: Let me help you, let me help you. (Piper opens the door and Prue walks outside.) Alright, go on, sicko.
[Cut to the kitchen. Phoebe is asleep at the table with her head resting on her books and highlighter still in hand. Her mouth is open and glasses are on crooked. Piper and Leo walk in.]
(She blows in Phoebe’s ear and Phoebe jumps. She looks at the clock.)
Phoebe: (panicking) It’s 8:00, it’s 8:00, I’m late for my finals.
Piper: Phoebe, whoa, relax, it’s Thursday. Your finals are tomorrow.
Phoebe: It’s Thursday?
Phoebe: Today is Thursday. You sure? (Piper nods.) Okay, that’s really good news.
Piper: Please tell me you didn’t do another all-nighter.
Phoebe: I can’t.
Phoebe: What? Piper, what am I supposed to do? Hi, Leo.
Phoebe: If I don’t ace this final, I’m gonna flunk outta school because of all the demon hunting interruptions.
Piper: Still Phoebe, you have to take care of yourself. You have to get some rest.
Phoebe: After. Piper, I did not go back to college to fail at it, okay. So what do I have to do? Okay, I’m gonna go change and then I’m gonna go to the library. Now, if any demon or warlock attacks, please just fend them off till Saturday. (to Leo) I have a question for you. Is it possible for someone to find proof that demons really do exist?
Leo: Mmm, I don’t know, maybe. But even if anybody did, nobody would ever know about it anyway.
Phoebe: What do you mean?
Leo: Well, evil doesn’t want anybody to know. It has a system for covering its tracks, protecting its identity. That’s why demons disappear when you guys vanquish them.
Piper: Why do you ask?
Phoebe: Just curious. Okay, adios.
(Phoebe starts to leave.)
Piper: Wait, wait, Phoebe. Um, don’t you wanna sign dad’s birthday card?
Phoebe: Why? He never sends me one.
Piper: She’s right, he doesn’t to any of us. So why do I keep trying? Am I just a sucker for punishment?
Leo: No. You keep trying because you never give up hope. (He puts his arms around her.) That’s one of the things I love about you. You never give up on us.
Piper: Were you close to you dad?
Leo: Uhh, well, that was long time ago. A different life time. I prefer to focus on the present.
Piper: So do I, which means I have to go, I have a dentist appointment. How long can you stay?
Leo: Uh, until they call.
Piper: Well, if they don’t call before lunch, why don’t you meet me at the club. I’ll buy.
Leo: Well, you’ll have to. Whitelighter pay sucks.
(They kiss and Piper leaves.)
[Scene: Street. The man in Prue’s photos is sitting on the bus bench. Prue walks up to him.]
Prue: Hi, uh, my name’s Prue Halliwell.
(They shake hands.)
Cleavant: Cleavant Wilson.
(Prue gets her business card out of her pocket and hands it to him.)
Prue: I’m a photographer with 415 magazine and I’d just like to know if it’s okay if I take your picture.
Prue: We’re doing a feature called faces in the city and I would love to include yours.
Cleavant: Not interested. Although I would appreciate it if you would include this one.
(He hands her a flier.)
Prue: Tyra L. Wilson?
Cleavant: My daughter. She was murdered six and a half months ago right here waiting for a bus. I’m looking for a witness.
Prue: That’s why you were here all day yesterday.
Cleavant: That’s why I’, here every day. I have been since the police quit on us. I’m not leaving until I find somebody who saw what happened.
Prue: How can you be sure that you will?
Cleavant: I will. I have to be sure. So you gonna print that or not?
Prue: Actually it’s not really up to me.
(A bus pulls up in front of the bench. Cliff stands up and starts handing the fliers to people getting off the bus.)
Cleavant: I’m looking for a witness, just looking for a witness. (He sits back down.) What?
Prue: You two must’ve been very close.
Cleavant: She was my daughter. It doesn’t get any closer.
Prue: You know, I have a, um, a friend, a really good friend who’s an Inspector, you know, maybe I can call him, see if they have any ideas who did it.
Cleavant: I know who did it. The punk who owns that pawn shop across the street, Gibbs. He killed my little girl.
Cleavant: Wrong place, wrong time. Everybody knows he did it. The problem is he’s got everyone too afraid to talk.
[Scene: P3. Dan and Leo are punching each other up. Piper comes down the stairs.]
Piper: Hey! Hey! Hey! (Dan pushes Leo up against the wall. Dan gets ready to punch Leo in the face but Piper freezes them before he can.) Alright, you first. (She unfreezes Leo. Leo moves out of the way.) What the hell is going on here?
Leo: Don’t ask me, he just came in here punching.
Piper: Dan did? Well, what did you do to him?
Leo: What did I do? Nothing.
Piper: Oh, come on, Leo, he had to have a reason.
Leo: Like losing you isn’t an enough reason.
Piper: Alright, back to your position. Go on.
Leo: Are you kidding me? He’s about to clock me.
Piper: I’m sorry, I can’t help you with that. Let’s go, let’s go.
(Leo stands back where he was. Piper unfreezes Dan, Leo moves his head and Dan hits the wall instead.)
Dan: Ow! (He holds his hand in pain.) Piper, where’d you come from?
Piper: I’ll be the one asking the questions. What the hell is going on?
Dan: I don’t know, why don’t you ask him.
Piper: I did, I mean, I will. I’m asking you first.
Dan: You know, what? I just gotta go.
Piper: Dan, wait. (The Whitelighters call Leo.) Oh, no you don’t. They can wait.
Leo: I’m sorry, I have to go.
Piper: Leo! (He orbs out.)
[Scene: Outside the college. Phoebe ties up her bike. She starts walking and notices the police near by. She goes over to them. There’s a crowd of people around.]
Phoebe: Excuse me. (She sees Morris kneeled down next to a covered body.) Darryl! (Morris walks over to her.)
Morris: Don’t tell me. Demons right? Or is it warlocks this time?
Phoebe: What are you talking about, Darryl?
Morris: You’re not here because of this?
Phoebe: No, Darryl. Contrary to popular belief, not every crime in this city is demonically related or Halliwell related for that matter. I was on my way to the library. What happened?
Morris: A college student. She was decapitated and her body was dumped here.
Phoebe: A college student? Any idea who?
Morris: Charlene Hughes.
Morris: You know her?
Phoebe: I saw her last night in the library.
[Scene: Late on in the library. Phoebe puts her bag on a desk and gets her books out.]
Charlene: Hey, Phoebe. (Phoebe’s eyes widen.) Do you have an aspirin? I have a splitting headache.
Phoebe: Charlene. Uh, you’re supposed to be, uh…
Charlene: Supposed to be what?
(A person walks straight through her.)
[Scene: P3. Piper’s cleaning up broken glass and talking on the phone.]
Piper: Okay, just tell Dan that I called again, okay. No believe me, he knows what it’s about. Thank you. (Piper hangs up. Phoebe comes down the stairs.) They’re both ducking me.
Phoebe: Who both? What happened in here?
Piper: Dan and Leo. I found them in here beating the crap out of each other and neither of them will tell me why.
Phoebe: Whoa. Well, I hate to top that but I am dealing with a ghost who doesn’t know she’s a ghost. She thinks she’s still alive.
Phoebe: Charlene. She’s a student that I know… or knew. The police found her body behind the library. About twenty feet away from her head.
Phoebe: So I went back to the library and I saw her ghost. You know, I tried to tell her but I-I just couldn’t.
Piper: You’re right, yours tops mine.
Phoebe: I just don’t get it. How could someone not know that they’re dead?
Piper: Uh, well, it takes them a while to accept, to get over the shock.
Phoebe: Why today of all days? I have got to study. Hey, I know, maybe you could help me out with this one and then I can take the next two ghosts, k?
Piper: Nice try, Pheebs, but you know how this works. That ghost came to you for a reason and more than likely it’s to get justice for her murder so she can move on.
Phoebe: The other thing, I think a demon actually killed her.
Piper: Oh, and you were gonna pawn this off on me.
Phoebe: Well, no, I was gonna tell you about the demon part sooner or later. Remember what Leo said about evil covering up its tracks? I think that’s what happened to Charlene. She was convinced that she found proof that demons really do exist.
Piper: Well, then you have to tell her that she’s dead.
Phoebe: I know, that’s the problem. How do you tell someone that their life is over?
[Scene: Police station. Prue walks up to Morris.]
Morris: Oh, see, I knew I was right the first time. You guys don’t give me nearly as much credit.
Morris: First Phoebe, now you. I’ve learned by now if it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck.
Prue: Alright, Darryl. What are you talking about?
Morris: Demons. You’re here to tell me what got Charlene, right?
Prue: Okay, number one – I have no idea who Charlene is, number two – I’m here to talk about Cleavant Wilson’s daughter, Tyra.
Morris: Tyra? She wasn’t killed by demons.
Prue: No, but you guys have an idea of who killed her, right?
Morris: We’ve got a pretty good idea.
Prue: Just a pretty good idea?
Morris: Alright, a very good idea. Why are you so interested?
Prue: Honestly, I’m not really sure. I just, I’m drawn to him for some reason and usually that means to help.
Morris: Unless you can magically turn up a witness, I doubt there’s anything you can do. You can’t, right? Magically?
Prue: No, if I could do that, Darryl, Cleavant wouldn’t be out there giving up his life trying to find one.
Morris: You really wanna help? Convince him to give up trying, help him to move on. No one is ever going to testify against Gibbs. We’ve been down that road.
Prue: He is never gonna give up trying, Darryl. Alright, his daughter was his entire life and why are you guys so okay with giving up?
Morris: Look, Gibbs owns that street, okay. Tyra was probably gunned down because she saw something he didn’t want her to see. And short of us finding a witness or him walking up on the street and confessing, there’s nothing we can do.
Prue: Maybe there’s something I can do.
[Scene: Outside P3. Piper is hanging up a poster on the window. Dan pulls up in his car and gets out. He’s carrying some files and he walks over to Piper.]
Dan: I got your messages, all eight of them.
Piper: So you wanna tell me what the fight was about?
Dan: Actually, I was hoping Leo would but I gather he hasn’t.
Piper: He’s, uh, unreachable apparently.
Dan: You know, this is very awkward for me. I don’t want to come across as the jealous ex but that’s not what this is about. That’s why I went to Leo first. See, I started it. I came at him very hard with this and…
Dan: Do you remember my brother in-law who works for the state department, when I asked him about Leo? Well, he found something that wasn’t right with Leo’s army records.
Dan: I know, I asked him not to go in any deeper than this, okay but he did and he sent me this anyway. Something very unusual. (He hands her the files.) Leo isn’t who he says he is. What you do with it is all up to you. You know I’m still here for you. I’m still your friend.
[Time lapse. Piper and Prue are on their cell phones.]
Prue: What? Leo’s married?
Piper: Yeah, there’s a picture of her in his army file, being presented his purple heart after he died. She’s pretty. Her name is Lillian. Prue, why didn’t he tell me about her? Why would he hide that from me?
Prue: I don’t know, sweetie, you have to ask him.
Piper: Well, I’d love to but he’s conveniently out of the calling area at the moment. Leave it to me to fall in love with an angel who happens to be married. Prue, maybe he didn’t tell me about her because he’s still in love with her.
Prue: No, come on. How do you know she’s even still alive?
Piper: Well, I sorta did a little internet search. I was thinking maybe I should go have a chat with her.
Prue: No, Piper, I don’t think that that’s a very good idea but, um, speaking of chats, I need to go talk to this pawn shop guy before he closes, okay. So we’ll talk later?
Piper: Yeah, okay.
[Cut to the pawn shop. Prue walks in.]
Gibbs: We’re closed.
Prue: Well, it’s only a quarter…
Gibbs: I said we’re closed. Get the hell outta here.
Prue: You know, you don’t scare me.
Gibbs: Well, then you’re stupid, lady. And stupid people don’t last long in this neighbourhood. Ask around.
Prue: Are you threatening me?
Gibbs: What are you? A reporter? Do you work for the D.A.’s office? What? I’ve seen you over there talking to that dead kids old man. I know what you want.
Prue: Is that right?
Gibbs: Yeah, and you ain’t getting it. Nobody’s gonna mouth on me. Nobody. You’re just wasting your time. And you’re trespassing.
Prue: You know, it must be something living off other people’s pain. I hope it doesn’t come back to haunt you.
(She uses her power and an accordion hits Gibbs. She walks outside and sees Cleavant handing out fliers. He sees her and he sits down on the bench.)
[Scene: Library. Phoebe walks over to a desk with books on it. Charlene appears.]
Charlene: Phoebe. (Phoebe gets a fright.) Sorry. Didn’t mean to spook ya.
Phoebe: So to speak. Uh, Charlene, how are you feeling? Do you feel any different?
Charlene: Oh, my headache. Oh, I guess, yeah, I mean, I just feel kinda weird in general.
Phoebe: I think that’s to be expected. (The librarian looks at Phoebe strangely as she can’t see Charlene.) Oh, I-I think she’s mad at us. Why don’t we go over here so we can talk and not disturb anybody.
(They walk over near the shelves.)
Charlene: Is something wrong, Phoebe?
Phoebe: Um, yes, Charlene, actually there is something wrong. I-I think the reason that you’ve been feeling so weird lately is because you’re, you’re a ghost.
Charlene: Excuse me?
Phoebe: Yeah, I know that this sounds crazy and it’s probably really hard for you to accept but think about it, Charlene. When was the last time you ate something, or were hungry for that matter, or slept? I mean, are you tired right now, Charlene? Are you even tired?
Charlene: What are you saying?
Phoebe: I am saying that I think a demon killed you last night. That’s what I am trying to say. The only reason I can see you is because I’m a witch and I’m supposed to help you.
Charlene: I think you’re the one who needs help. Not me.
Phoebe: Look, you don’t believe me, try picking something up. Now, you know as well as I do that neophyte ghosts can not channel their anger into moving material objects. Try picking up a book. See for yourself.
(Charlene walks closer to the book shelf and raises her arm. She hesitates. She puts her arm back down.)
Charlene: This is ridiculous. I am not dead. I have a full life ahead of me and I will finish my thesis and I will be published.
(She storms off.)
Phoebe: Charlene. Charlene, wait. (Phoebe looks at Charlene’s notes on the desk. She turns the page and has a premonition of a demon attacking her with a sickle. The premonition ends and Phoebe gasps for air.)
[Scene: Manor. Conservatory. Phoebe’s on the chair reading the Book Of Shadows.]
Prue: (from the other room) Anybody here?
Phoebe: In here. (Prue walks in.)
Prue: Hey. Oh, good, I was looking for that. Wait, what are you doing with the book?
Phoebe: Oh, I’m looking for the demon that’s gonna kill me. I just love getting those premonitions.
Prue: Oh, okay, what premonition? When?
Phoebe: About an hour ago. Right after I was trying to tell Charlene that she’s dead.
Prue: I’m lost.
(Prue sits down.)
Phoebe: Oh, sorry, (laughs) wrong sister. Okay, clef notes version. She is a student who found proof that demons really do exist and this demon right here, Libris, chopped off her head and dumped her body behind the library because of it.
(Prue reads the page.)
Prue: There are a whole bunch of Libris demons out there. “Wherever humans have the potential to find unequivocal proof of the existence of demons.”
Phoebe: Yeah, talk about your conspiracy theories.
Prue: Well, I mean, you just have to stop doing whatever it is you’re doing, Pheebs.
Phoebe: I can’t. Charlene’s spirit can’t move on unless I get justice for her murder.
Prue: So, what, by getting murdered yourself?
Phoebe: Well, hopefully not. On the bright side I won’t have to suffer through flunking out of college. So how was your day?
Prue: Not as bad as yours but it’s gonna get a hell of a lot better as soon as I find the truth spell.
Phoebe: What do you need that for?
Prue: Well, to catch a murderer who thinks he can get away with it.
Phoebe: So you’re gonna use the truth spell to make him confess?
Phoebe: Not exactly. Prue, you can’t do that. We can’t use our powers to punish the guilty. We learnt that lesson the hard way, remember?
Prue: Yeah, but it’s not the same thing, Pheebs. I mean, I’m helping a father with his grieving. I’m helping him to move on. It’s more like protecting the innocent.
Phoebe: No, it’s not, honey.
Prue: Phoebe, I see this man on the bus bench every single day and he’s just waiting there hoping. Why was I drawn to him if I can’t help him nail his daughter’s killer?
Phoebe: Why were you drawn to him?
Prue: The look on his face, the pain.
Phoebe: The pain of a father’s loss?
Prue: Maybe. I mean, I can’t help thinking about dad and wondering if it hurts him as much not having his daughter’s in his life.
Phoebe: I think it does.
Prue: Yeah, I wish I thought so too but you know, I keep bumping up against this whole theory that if it hurt him so much, where is he?
(Charlene walks through the wall.)
(Prue and Phoebe get a fright.)
Phoebe: Charlene. That’s Charlene.
Charlene: You were right about me. I went home, I saw the folks crying, then I knew it was true. I’ve never seen my dad cry before. Not over me anyway. Then I got pissed. The demon did this to me. I wanna prove he doesn’t exist anymore.
Prue: (to Phoebe) Your friend obviously.
Phoebe: Yeah, the dead one.
[Scene: Lillian’s apartment. She gets a medal out of a small wooden box and shows Piper.]
Lillian: Leo’s purple heart. He was a special man. He always went out of his way to try and help somebody, even before he shipped out. He was studying to be a doctor, you know.
Piper: Yes, I know.
Lillian: He would of been a great one too. You know, he had the most marvelous touch. It was gentle, sensitive.
Lillian: Yes, exactly. A healing touch. That was Leo and they said that he was doctoring a wounded soldier when it happened. I’ll never forget when they came to give me that news.
Piper: It sounds like you still love him.
Lillian: I’ll always love Leo, in a certain way, for so many things. Including helping me to move on.
Piper: Move on? How’d he do that?
Lillian: Well, one night not long after he died, Leo came to me in a dream and he was bathed in the most brilliant white light that you could ever imagine. He said I was not to worry about him. That he was in a good place. He also said that I was to let him go, that there was another love out there for me to find.
Piper: Another love?
Lillian: Yes. Another doctor as it turned out. A wonderful man. He gave me two wonderful children, grandchildren, even a great grandchild. Leo was right.
Piper: Well, I think I’ve taken up enough of your time.
Lillian: But you haven’t found what you came for yet.
Piper: Actually, I think I have. It’s very nice to meet you, Lillian.
Lillian: You too, Piper.
[Scene: Manor. Living room. Prue, Phoebe and Charlene are there.]
Charlene: So I was walking down the aisle and I heard strange voices, whispers. It sounded like Latin. And then I went to pull out a book and… I don’t know. It all went dark until I was back in the library again with that terrible headache.
Phoebe: And you didn’t get a chance to see the demon?
Charlene: Don’t remember.
Prue: Alright, well, if it was Libris, he must of grabbed her in the aisle and taken her somewhere else to, you know… (She motions with her hand to show that her head was cut off. Charlene’s eyes widen.) Sorry.
Charlene: That’s okay. I’m over the shock.
Phoebe: The question is how did he grab her? And this vanquishing spell isn’t gonna do us much good is we can’t catch him first.
Prue: Well, we’re gonna have to do it in the library if we’re gonna keep that premonition of yours from coming true.
Phoebe: Maybe I can retrace Charlene’s steps and that’ll bring him our into the open.
Phoebe: And then just before he grabs me, you and Piper can use your powers to stop him and then we can vanquish him, easy as that.
Prue: No, that is way too risky.
Phoebe: How is it risky with two witches and a ghost to back me up? Prue, help me get my demon and I promise I’ll do everything I can to help you get yours.
(The door opens and Piper walks in.)
Piper: I’m home.
(Prue, Phoebe and Charlene walk into the foyer.)
Prue: Come on.
Piper: Where are we going?
Phoebe: We’ll explain on the way there. Let’s go, let’s go.
Piper: Who’s that?
Phoebe: That’s my dead friend.
[Scene: Library. Charlene’s showing Phoebe her notes and Prue and Piper are sitting at another desk.]
Charlene: The last thing I wrote was under demonic acts. There.
Phoebe: You know, this is pretty accurate. You were really onto something here.
Phoebe: Sorry. Okay, what was next.
Charlene: I went to find the encyclopedia. (Phoebe and Charlene walk over to the aisle and Prue and Piper follow.) There’s the book.
Phoebe: I don’t hear any voices. Okay, here goes.
(Phoebe raises her hand and pulls the book off the shelf. Nothing happens.)
Charlene: Maybe demons can see ghosts.
(The demon appears and pulls Phoebe into a portal-like thing and she disappears in the bookshelf. Charlene jumps in after her. The portal closes.)
Prue: Where is she, where did she go?
[Cut to the basement. Phoebe, Charlene and the demon come out of the portal. A sickle appears in the demon’s hand. He gets ready to swing the sickle at Phoebe.]
(The demon turns around but can’t see Charlene. The demon gets ready to swing the sickle again but Charlene grabs it.)
[Cut back to Prue and Piper. They hear noises through the vent.]
Prue: They’re in the basement?
Piper: Uh, worth a try.
(Prue astral projects in the basement.)
[Cut to the basement. Prue appears.]
Prue: “Demon hide your evil face, (Libris swings his sickle and it gets stuck on an electricity wire.) Libris die and leave no trace.”
(Libris pulls the wire and gets electrocuted. He disappears and his sickle drops on the floor. Prue astral projects back in her body.)
Charlene: That was close.
Phoebe: Yeah, thank God you were a quick study.
Charlene: At least justice was served. So guess that means I’m moving on. Bye Phoebe. Thank you for this. Thank you for helping me.
Phoebe: You’re welcome.
(Charlene closes her eyes. She waits and nothing happens. She opens her eyes and they look at each other confused.)
Charlene: Why am I not moving on?
Phoebe: I have no idea.
[Scene: Manor. Kitchen. Prue, Piper and Phoebe are there.]
Phoebe: I thought you said all we have to do is get justice for Charlene’s murder.
Piper: I said maybe that is all you had to do.
Phoebe: You did not say maybe.
Piper: Yes I did.
Phoebe: I did not hear the word maybe.
Prue: Shh, shh. (Charlene floats in the kitchen.) You guys aren’t helping.
Charlene: Are you sure that vanquishing spell really worked? I mean, maybe Libris isn’t really gone.
Prue: You know, you’re really getting good at that.
(Charlene floats to the ground._
Charlene: I’m just frustrated, that’s all.
Phoebe: I told you she was a quick study.
Piper: Well, maybe Charlene’s right. Maybe you didn’t really vanquish him like the demon of Illusion.
Phoebe: No, no, he is definitely gone. I mean, the spell was specifically written for Libris.
Prue: Yeah, and he wouldn’t of left his sickle behind if he were still alive.
Piper: But the question still remains. If justice was served, then what is she still doing here?
Charlene: Damn it! (She pushes plates off the table and they crash on the floor.) Sorry.
(The flier about Tyra Wilson falls on the floor.)
Prue: Wait a minute. (Prue picks up the flier.) That’s it.
Piper: What? What is it?
Prue: Maybe she has to get justice for somebody else.
[Scene: Pawn shop. Gibbs opens the door and walks in. He pulls up the blind and flips over the open sign. He pulls out fliers about Tyra out of the mail slot and throws it in the bin. Charlene walks through the door. She locks the door.]
Gibbs: Who’s there?
(She flips over the open sign. Gibbs gets his gun.)
(She picks up a guitar and strums some strings. He shoots at the guitar and she drops it. She then types ‘Tyra’ over and over on the typewriter.)
Gibbs: Tyra. (She knocks his gun out of his hand and then pulls the blinds up and down.) What the hell’s going on?
Charlene: You know what’s going on.
Gibbs: Who are you?
Charlene: Who do you think I am? (She pushes him on the floor.) How does it feel to be pushed around? (She takes the flier out of the bin.) Murderer. (She scrunches it up and puts it in his mouth.) I’m the woman you murdered.
Gibbs: Leave me alone!
(He gets up and runs through the door. Glass flies everywhere.)
Charlene: Admit it. Admit you killed me or I will haunt every minute of every day of the rest of your miserable life.
Gibbs: Okay, okay. Okay, I did it. I killed you.
Charlene: Say it, say my name, damn it.
(Prue, Piper, Phoebe, Morris, Cleavant and two other policeman walk up to them.)
Gibbs: Tyra Wilson. Tyra Wilson. I killed Trya Wilson. I admit it.
Cleavant: I’ve been waiting a long time to hear you say that, Gibbs.
Prue: (to Morris) Did you get that?
Morris: I got every word.
(Morris grabs Gibbs.)
Gibbs: What the hell is this?
Piper: What’s the matter, Gibbs? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.
Cleavant: (to Gibbs) I hope you rot in hell.
(The police take him away.)
Morris: How’s this connected to Charlene again?
Prue: It’s a cosmic thing, Darryl. Don’t worry about it.
(Morris walks away. Cleavant picks up a scrunched up flier of Tyra.)
Phoebe: Are you okay, Mr. Wilson?
Cleavant: Yeah, I guess. It’s an empty feeling though, you know. This doesn’t bring her back, it doesn’t take away the hurt.
Prue: No, but at least you can move on with your life. Tyra would’ve wanted that.
Cleavant: I wish I could tell her how much I love her just one more time.
Piper: I think she’ll get the message.
Cleavant: Thank you for however you made this happen. (Prue hugs Cleavant.) Thank you.
(He walks away.)
Charlene: Well, even though I could never seem to please my own father, at least I could please someone else’s.
Prue: I know what you mean.
Charlene: I think it’s time.
[Scene: P3. The Goo Goo Dolls are playing. Phoebe walks up to Prue and Piper.]
Phoebe: Hey. Ask me how I did on my finals.
Prue: How did you do on your finals?
Phoebe: Oh, thanks for asking. I aced it. They just posted the grades.
Prue: Yay, good for you.
Phoebe: Thanks, although I did get some perspective in the test. After what happened to Charlene, I just didn’t seem important anymore. Um, speaking of perspective, (She holds up their dad’s birthday card.) I signed dad’s card.
Phoebe: Yes. Just in case he thinks of us too.
(Piper holds out the card for Prue.)
Prue: No, I definitely don’t need to sign that. I mean, I realise that dad is never gonna be the father that Cleavant is and I just need to accept that and stop thinking that magically somehow he’ll change.
(Leo walks down the stairs.)
Piper: Excuse me. (She goes over to Leo.) How’d you get in? I thought Whitelighter pay sucked.
Leo: I, uh, sorta didn’t tell the bouncer I don’t work here anymore.
Piper: Hmm, imagine that. Like you sorta didn’t tell me you were married.
Leo: Uh, look, Piper, I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to get upset. It was literally a different life for me, one that has nothing to do with this one, with us.
Piper: I know that and I’m not mad. But you can’t not tell me stuff because you think it might hurt. If we’re gonna have a normal relationship, at least as normal as possible, then you need to be honest with me.
Leo: You’re right. Sorry. Forgive me?
Piper: I’ll think about it.
Leo: So, uh, how much do you think Dan really knows?
Piper: I don’t know. We’ll worry about it later.
(They join Prue and Phoebe and watch the Goo Goo Dolls play.)