CHARMED
1X16: WHICH PRUE IS IT ANYWAY?
ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON WB: 03/03/1999
TRANSCRIBED FROM WB
Written by JAVIER GRILLO-MARXUACH
Directed by JOHN BEHRING
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RATING: TV-14-V
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SUMMARY: A War Lord searches to restore his honor and power by taking Prue's,
the eldest witch and a descendant of the witch who dishonored him. In order to
even the odds a bit, Prue casts a spell that increases her power – and herself –
by three.
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CHARMED
1X16: WHICH PRUE IS IT, ANYWAY?
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FADE IN:
[EXT. SAN FRANCISCO CITY LIGHTS (STOCK) - NIGHT]
[EXT. POP'S GYM (STOCK) -- NIGHT]
(Sounds of two men sparring inside the gym are heard.)
[INT. POP'S GYM - NIGHT]
(Two men are sparring inside the main practice boxing ring.)
VOICE: Move the body.
VOICE: There you go.
VOICE: Come on. Set him up.
(Gabriel Statler appears in the doorway. He lingers and watches the practice
bout.)
(As he watches, one of the boxers starts getting overly aggressive. Gabriel
Statler smiles.)
LUTHER STUBBS: Is that all you got?
LUTHER STUBBS: What you got? What you got?
LUTHER STUBBS: Huh? What you got? What you got?
(Luther Stubbs punches his opponent so hard that the opponent falls back to the
mat. The referee rushes into the ring to stop the sparring practice.)
REFEREE: Stop.
REFEREE: Hey, man. Whoa-whoa! You're gonna kill him!
(The referee grabs Luther Stubbs and physically holds him away from his
opponent.
(Satisfied that he's seen enough, Gabriel Statler leaves.)
REFEREE: Hey, man. You okay?
SHORT TIME CUT TO:
[INT. POP'S GYM - BACK ROOM -- NIGHT]
(Luther Stubbs is sitting in the back room stuffing his things in a large duffle
bag when Gabriel Statler appears in the doorway.)
GABRIEL STATLER: Luther Stubbs?
LUTHER STUBBS: Yeah. Who wants to know?
GABRIEL STATLER: I'm a fan. I saw your bout in St. Louis three years ago.
Bloodiest fight I've ever seen. The other boxer didn't even make it to the
hospital. Died in the ring.
(Luther finishes packing his bag, stands up and heads for the door.)
LUTHER STUBBS: Yeah, well, you know, everybody gotta go sometime.
(Gabriel Statler doesn't move, blocking his exit.)
GABRIEL STATLER: I want to know what it felt like to take another life with
your own hands.
LUTHER STUBBS: Guy didn't even cut me, man. Now move.
GABRIEL STATLER: Not until I get what I came for.
LUTHER STUBBS: And what might that be?
GABRIEL STATLER: Your killer instinct.
LUTHER STUBBS: What the--
(Gabriel Statler pushes his long overcoat open revealing a crystal sword at his
side. He takes out the sword and stabs Luther Stubbs in the chest. Luther
Stubbs falls backward.)
(Gabriel Statler holds the crystal sword over the dead body and lightly touches
the tip of the sword to Luther Stubbs' chest. A white glow transfers the power
from Luther Stubbs to Gabriel Statler through the sword.)
(When finished, Gabriel Statler kisses the sword near the handle and tucks it
back into its scabbard.)
(Gabriel Statler leaves.)
CUT TO:
[INT. MANOR - FOYER / MAIN HALL -- NIGHT]
(The door opens. Piper and Prue walk into the house mid-conversation.)
PIPER: And since it's time for quake's yearly inventory, I have to count
everything in the restaurant down to the last swizzle stick. It's gonna take
days.
PRUE: I guess that's why you get paid the medium-sized bucks.
PIPER: Which bucks would those be exactly?
(They reach the sitting room. Prue stops when she sees something strange.)
PRUE: Hmm. Okay. Okay. What's wrong with this picture?
PIPER: Aside from me not getting paid enough?
(No, Prue is looking at a huge, life-sized statue of a woman in the sitting
room.)
PRUE: No. What is gram's statue still doing in the living room?
PIPER: We talked about it last night, remember?
PRUE: Yes, I do remember, and I thought that we agreed that it was an eyesore
and she was going back to storage.
PIPER: That's before I learned that storage downtown is now 90 bucks a month.
Storage here is free. So I called Phoebe and I decided she could stay here, and
last I checked, we were still living in a democracy.
PRUE: Okay, but, Piper, she's ugly.
PIPER: Majority rules, sis. Unless you can ... move her.
(Prue tries it. She squints and the life-sized statue rocks to and fro. It's
staying where it is.)
PRUE: Ooohh! Okay. Okay. That didn't work.
PIPER: It's solid marble. It took eight of Phoebe's bouncer friends to move
it. It's too heavy for you.
PRUE: You know, my powers are still growing, and one day--
PIPER: You can move it into the basement. But, until then, suffer.
(From the other room, they hear sparring sounds.)
PHOEBE: (o.s.) Yeow!
(Prue and Piper exchange a look.)
PRUE: Phoebe?
(They head into the conservatory.)
CUT TO:
[INT. MANOR - CONSERVATORY - NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS]
(Phoebe is in her kick-boxing gear sparring against an electronic dummy that
grunts and groans with every punch.)
(Prue and Piper enter the room.)
PRUE: Phoebe?
(Phoebe turns around, sees them and stops.)
PHOEBE: Oh. Huh. Hi! Hi. I, uh ... was just, uh ...
PIPER: Opening up a can of whoop ass.
PRUE: Yeah, those are some serious moves. Where did you learn that?
PHOEBE: Okay. I'm busted. I confess. I got tired of being the one in the
family with the passive powers, so I started taking self-defense classes, which
I've been putting on my new credit card.
PIPER: And, uh, this thing?
(Piper points to the electronic dummy.)
PHOEBE: Oh, it's, uh ... slam man. I got him off an infomercial.
PRUE: Great. Another eyesore.
PHOEBE: It's a total and complete martial arts training system. And with their
easy installment payment plan --
PIPER: Which you also put on your new credit card?
PHOEBE: He'll pay for himself the first time I kick ass on some unsuspecting
gnarly beast. Come on. Wanna see some moves?
(She poses playfully.)
PIPER: No.
(She turns and looks at Prue.)
PHOEBE: Come on. Prue.
(Prue squints. Slam Man moves and bumps into Phoebe.)
PHOEBE: (groans) Oh, you know, that is so unfair.
PRUE: Hey, demons do not play fair.
(Phoebe grabs Prue's arm and twists it behind her back. Piper, who now has the
boxing gloves on her hands, reaches out and touches Prue on her forehead with
the tip of her gloved hand.)
PIPER: Oooohh wah! (playfully) Ah-h so, Daniel-san.
PRUE: Okay. Okay!
PHOEBE: Say uncle. (smiling) I didn't hear you say it.
PRUE: Pheebs, let go.
(Suddenly, Phoebe gets a premotion.)
(Quick flash of: Gabriel Statler advances. He pulls out his crystal sword and
stabs it ... into Prue. She falls.)
(End of premonition. Resume to present.)
(Phoebe releases Prue. Prue and Piper both turn and look at Phoebe.)
PIPER: Phoebe, what is it?
PRUE: What did you see?
(She looks at Prue.)
PHOEBE: (gasps) I saw you die.
[Captioning made possible by Spelling Entertainment]
CUT TO:
END OF TEASER.
ROLL TITLE CREDITS.
FADE IN.
[EXT. VARIOUS SAN FRANCISCO CITY (STOCK) - DAY]
[EXT. HALLIWELL MANOR (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. MANOR - KITCHEN -- DAY]
(Phoebe sits at the kitchen table and yawns. She flips through the Book of
Shadows as she sketches out the crystal sword she saw in her premonition. She
draws the handle and the hilt from various angles using the Book of Shadows as
her guide.)
(Piper walks into the kitchen and pours herself a cup of coffee.)
PIPER: Hi.
PHOEBE: Hi.
PIPER: We're gonna need a lot more of this.
PHOEBE: You couldn't sleep either, huh?
PIPER: I was up all night. I couldn't get that image of Prue getting killed
out of my head.
(She walks over to the table and looks at the sketches.)
PIPER: Is that the sword?
PHOEBE: Yeah. I drew it from memory. Unfortunately, I can't find it in the
Book of Shadows yet. I wish that thing had an index.
PIPER: I wish you'd had a closer look at the killer's face.
PHOEBE: Well, if somebody tries to impale my sister, they're going to have to
get through me.
(Prue walks into the kitchen. She's dressed to go to work. She pours herself a
cup of coffee.)
PRUE: Oh, good. Coffee.
PHOEBE: Uh, why are you dressed up?
PRUE: Because they don't have "casual day" at Buckland's?
PIPER: Wait. You promised you would stay home so we could figure this out.
PRUE: Yeah, and then Claire called, and she has a client that wants to put a
major collection on the block. And if we get this account, it would be a
serious coup for Buckland's.
PIPER: Can't Claire get somebody else to do it?
PRUE: I've worked so hard to get Claire to trust me with something like this.
Why should someone else get all the glory?
(She shrugs.)
PHOEBE: (deadpans) I'll take "The Nasty Demon That Wants You Dead" for a
hundred, Bob.
(Prue turns and scrunches her face at Phoebe. Phoebe scrunches her face back at
Prue.)
PIPER: I can't believe you would risk you life to impress your boss. You
cannot leave the house.
PRUE: Ohh. Okay, relax. Phoebe's had premonitions before and we've affected
the outcome, right?
PHOEBE: That's true, but --
PRUE: And in your premonition, it was a man who killed me. Well, I'm going to
Buckland's to meet a female client, and Claire will be with me every step of the
way. Besides, now that you've warned me, I'll watch my back. I can handle
this. Promise.
PIPER: The promise that we want from you is that you come straight home from
Buckland's.
PRUE: Will it stop you from worrying?
(Piper shows Prue the little bit of space between her thumb and index fingers.
Prue turns and looks at Phoebe.)
(Phoebe also shows Prue the little bit of space between her thumb and index
fingers.)
PRUE: (smiles) huh. Okay.
(Prue turns and walks out of the kitchen.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. SAN FRANCISCO (STOCK) - DAY]
[EXT. BUCKLAND AUCTION HOUSE (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. BUCKLAND - HALLWAY -- DAY]
(Claire and Prue walk through the hallway headed toward Claire's office.)
CLAIRE PRYCE: The client's in my office. Now, remember what I told you on the
phone.
PRUE: "This woman's family has more money than God", and "if we land this
account, it could put Buckland's in the black for years."
CLAIRE PRYCE: Exactly. You ready?
PRUE: Of course I am.
(Prue opens the door and steps into Claire's office.)
[INT. BUCKLAND - CLAIRE'S OFFICE - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
(Claire introduces Prue to the woman sitting at the conference table.)
CLAIRE PRYCE: Helena Statler, I would like you to meet Prue Halliwell, one of
our best and brightest young specialists.
(They shake hands.)
PRUE: Hi.
HELENA STATLER: Best and brightest. That's quite an introduction.
PRUE: Yes, it is. Maybe I should get a raise.
CLAIRE PRYCE: Let's have a seat, shall we?
(They sit down.)
HELENA STATLER: Miss Halliwell, my brother and I hold an extensive collection
of antiquities. If we were to retain your firm, you'd be cataloging,
appraising, and selling the finest pieces you'd see in your career, maybe your
life.
PRUE: Just what kind of collection are we talking about exactly?
HELENA STATLER: The kind that occupies three buildings at warehouse flats. We
have art and artifacts from every period and movement in history from Egyptian
mummies to Jasper Johns. (She smiles.) We would want a sample appraisal, of
course.
CLAIRE PRYCE: Oh. Prue will be there today if you like.
PRUE: At the warehouse flats?
HELENA STATLER: Is that a problem?
(Claire gives Prue a look.)
PRUE: No. No, I'm sure that I can handle it.
CUT TO:
[EXT. QUAKE (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. QUAKE - DINING ROOM -- DAY
(It's inventory day at Quakes. The Waiters are counting everything. Piper
deals with a waiter carrying a box.)
PIPER: Twelve potato ricers? What kind of restaurant needs twelve potato
ricers? Just put them in the back with the box of the lemon reamers.
(Piper motions with her hands.)
(Phoebe rushes into the dining room.)
PHOEBE: I just called Buckland's, and they said that Prue left the office for a
meeting.
PIPER: What? She promised she would go straight home.
PHOEBE: Wait. It gets worse. I finally found the crystal sword in the Book of
Shadows.
PIPER: Shh.
(Piper pulls Phoebe over to the counter for some privacy.)
PHOEBE: It's the symbol of the lords of war. They're a clan of supernatural
warriors. They've been around since time began.
PIPER: What do they want?
PHOEBE: To start war. They've started most of the major wars in history, and
once they're done in one place, they get reincarnated in some other part of the
world and start all over again.
PIPER: So, is he flesh and blood?
PHOEBE: Yes, but the book says as long as they have their sword, they're not
only protected, they're immune to the weapons of man.
PIPER: So we have this invulnerable guy running around with a sword who wants
to start a war?
PHOEBE: Well, Lords of war may be invulnerable, but they do have a code of
honor. When one of them is disgraced, he has to steal his abilities back.
PIPER: So what does this have to do with Prue?
PHOEBE: One of the things he has to steal back is the magic of a firstborn
witch. They're supposed to be the strongest.
(Another waiter carrying a box walks over to Piper.)
EMPLOYEE: Uh, Piper? Where ...
(She motions him away.)
PIPER: Not now. Not now. Uh-uh.
(The waiter leaves. Piper puts a hand to her forehead as she thinks.)
PIPER: Okay, I'll call the night shift manager, see if he can cover for me.
You call Prue on her cell phone. We gotta find her quickly.
PHOEBE: Okay.
(Piper picks up her clipboard of the counter as Phoebe turns and leaves.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. WAREHOUSE FLATS - PARKING LOT - DAY]
(Prue parks in the parking lot next to a black sedan. She gets out of the car
and heads for the warehouse.)
[INT. WAREHOUSE FLATS - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
(The door opens. Prue walks into the warehouse.)
PRUE: Miss Statler?
(Prue continues to walk into the warehouse. The door shuts behind her. Prue
turns around to look behind her. Suddenly, she doesn't like this situation.)
PRUE: (mutters) Please.
(She calls out.)
PRUE: Miss Statler?
(The overhead lights turn on. Helena Statler steps out from behind Prue.)
HELENA STATLER: Hello, Miss Halliwell.
(Prue turns around just as her cell phone starts ringing.)
PRUE: Oh.
(Prue takes out her cell phone, checks it and turns it off.)
HELENA STATLER: Oh, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't scare you.
PRUE: No. I don't really scare easily.
HELENA STATLER: So what do you think of our collection?
(Prue looks around.)
PRUE: I think that you have exquisite taste.
(Prue walks over to look at a vase.)
HELENA STATLER: My brother and I have been collecting our entire lives. It's
our binding passion.
PRUE: Is this a roman vessel?
HELENA STATLER: Why don't you tell me?
PRUE: I've never seen one in such good condition. The handles represent Venus
and the relief detail scenes of roman baths in Caracalla. It probably dates
back to 210 B.C. It's very rare and priceless.
HELENA STATLER: Wow. Claire was right. You really are something. What can
you tell me about this item?
(They both walk over to another item on a table.)
PRUE: It's a pillory. The markings are castilian, so I'd say it dates back to
the inquisition, but ...
(Prue puts her arms in the pillory.)
PRUE: ... it's missing a piece.
HELENA STATLER: The victim's arms were held in place by a bolted restraint.
(With a look, suddenly, the restraint appears trapping Prue's hands in the
pillory.)
HELENA STATLER: Prue Halliwell, my brother, Gabriel.
(She looks behind Prue. Prue turns and sees Gabriel smiling and walking toward
her.)
GABRIEL STATLER: I'd shake your hand, but it's clearly otherwise engaged.
(She turns and looks at Helena.)
PRUE: What are you doing?
HELENA STATLER: Killing a witch.
GABRIEL STATLER: Your ancestor's powers emanated from her hands. No doubt that
yours does, too.
PRUE: My ancestor?
HELENA STATLER: A witch named Brianna. You're not the only one who's done her
research.
(Prue looks down at her hands and uses her powers to force the restraints to
release her.)
(Gabriel is surprised by this startling realization. Prue turns and uses her
power against Helena Statler, throwing her up against the far wall. She smashes
into the crate.)
(Prue runs.)
(Gabriel reaches for his crystal sword. Prue grabs a medieval axe from an armor
display. She swings and hits Gabriel in the chest.)
(Gabriel smiles. The axe can't harm him.)
(Prue, not wanting to stay to see why, releases the axe's handle, turns and
bolts toward the door.)
(Gabriel tugs the axe out from his chest. He throws the crystal sword toward
Prue.)
(Prue reaches the door just as the crystal sword hits the wall very close to
Prue.)
(She stares at it and turns to look at Gabriel. Gabriel holds out his hand for
the crystal sword. It zooms back to him, handle first.)
(Prue turns and runs out the door.)
(Gabriel catches his sword.)
[EXT. WAREHOUSE FLATS #4 - PARKING LOT - DAY -- CONTINUOUS]
(Prue opens her car door, climbs in, shuts the door and starts the engine. She
turns the car around and heads out of the parking lot.)
(The door opens. Gabriel and Helena Statler step out of the warehouse. They
watch as Prue drives away.)
HELENA STATLER: How did she do that?
GABRIEL STATLER: She's not like her ancestor. She channels her powers through
her eyes, not her hands. I won't make that mistake again.
HELENA STATLER: She knows about us now. We have to move fast, attack her at
home.
GABRIEL STATLER: No. Home is where she has the power of three to protect her.
We'll think of another way.
(Gabriel cups Helena's chin, smiles and heads back into the warehouse.)
FADE TO:
[EXT. HALLIWELL MANOR (STOCK) - NIGHT]
[INT. MANOR - SITTING ROOM - NIGHT]
(Prue talks with Piper. She's sitting at the coffee table while Piper sits on
the couch nearby.)
PRUE: I hit Gabriel in the chest with an axe, and he didn't even blink.
PIPER: As long as he has his sword, he's immune to the weapons of man, which we
could've told you if you hadn't turned off your cell phone.
PRUE: Yeah, well, I got away, and I'm fine.
(Phoebe comes down the stairs carrying the Book of Shadows and sits at the
coffee table with Prue.)
PHOEBE: Okay. I found our ancestor Brianna. She was our great-great-great
aunt. (Phoebe opens the Book.) She could move things with her mind like Prue.
Now, she disgraced Gabriel during the Crimean War. She used her power to take
away his sword. I guess Gabriel was trying to earn his abilities back.
(Phoebe shows Prue and Piper the page. It reads:
[And thus the Lord of War, his army invincible, sword through the Crimea leaving
nothing but ashes in his wake. The cause would have been lost, had it not been
for the appearance of an unlikely savior in the form of a woman.
Her face lined with years of wisdom, her hands the fountainhead of power beyond
belief. The Warren witch.
Brianna appeared unarmed before the conquering army. Underestimating his foe,
the Lord of War ordered her summary execution, but his plan was not to be. ]
PRUE: Great. So some guy couldn't keep it in his sheathe, and now I'm marked
for death.
PIPER: Well, some men can be very sensitive about their weapons.
PHOEBE: Lords of war and their weapons are supposed to be inseparable, like
Thor and his hammer. And I guess Brianna was able to send his sword hundreds of
miles away.
PRUE: All right, a sword I can move. But hundreds of miles away? I'm not that
powerful.
(Phoebe flips to another page.)
PHOEBE: I thought about that, and I found this incantation. "To multiply your
strength, recite these words at length."
(The page reads:
[Charm of Multiplicity
To multiply your strength,
recite these words at length.
Take my powers, blessed be,
Multiply their strength by Three. ]
PRUE: All right, so all I have to do is say this incantation, and I'll be
stronger.
PHOEBE: Hopefully strong enough to separate Gabriel and his sword.
PRUE: Sounds like a plan to me.
PIPER: Uh, time-out. Bad idea.
PHOEBE: Why, because it's mine?
PIPER: No. Because there might be a Power of Three solution to this.
PRUE: Yeah, but The Book of Shadows doesn't say that. And besides, it's me
he's after, not you or Phoebe.
PIPER: Ok, ok. So maybe we should just lay low for a few days. You know, use
up our sick days.
PRUE: And wait for Gabriel to find us? No.
PRUE: And he might hurt one of you to get to me. I will not take that risk.
(Prue stands up with the Book of Shadows. Piper stops her.)
PIPER: Okay, Prue, but wait. Okay, wait. At least let us vote on this.
PRUE: All right. All in favor of me saying the incantation raise their hands.
(Prue raises her hand. Piper looks at Phoebe who also raises her hand. Piper
glares at Phoebe who looks away.)
PRUE: Sorry, sis. Majority rules.
(Prue turns and heads up the stairs. Piper tries to stop her.)
PIPER: (weakly) But, Prue --
PRUE: (under her breath) "Take my powers, blessed be, multiply their strength
by three."
(Piper turns and glares at Phoebe.)
PHOEBE: What?
PIPER: You know what.
PHOEBE: I'm sorry, but I really don't have a problem with Prue saying the
incantation.
PIPER: The problem is we're in this together. And together we're supposed to
solve our problems.
PHOEBE: And together we rely on the Book of Shadows when we're in trouble.
Think about it, Piper. What's the worst thing that can happen?
(Thunder rumbles from the attic. Piper keeps her mouth shut tightly. She
points at Phoebe and they both stand up.)
PHOEBE: Don't!
(They run up the stairs.)
PIPER: What did I tell you?
PHOEBE: Don't be fresh to me.
PIPER: You better run.
PHOEBE: I'm going, I'm going.
PIPER: Hurry.
CUT TO:
[INT. MANOR - ATTIC - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(Prue is on the floor on her hands and knees in front of the Book of Shadows.
White orb lights swirl around her as she's already said the incantation.)
(Piper and Phoebe run into the attic and stop when they see the transformation
happening to Prue.)
PHOEBE: Oh--oh, my god.
PIPER: Oh, my god!
(Before their eyes, two more Prues appear next to Real Prue in the center. They
all stand up.)
PHOEBE: Prue?
PRUE1: What?
PRUE2: What?
PRUE3: What?
(The Prues look at each other and at Phoebe and Piper.)
PHOEBE: Okay.
(Phoebe counts them.)
PHOEBE: (counting) One. Two. Three.
(Camera holds on the Three Prues.)
FADE OUT.
(COMMERCIAL SET)
FADE IN.
[EXT. HALLIWELL MANOR (STOCK) - MORNING]
[INT. MANOR - HALLWAY OUTSIDE BATHROOM - DAY]
(Phoebe stands in the hallway outside the closed bathroom door knocking loudly.)
PHOEBE: Hello? There are other people in this house that have styling needs,
too.
(Piper shows up in her robe.)
PIPER: Is there a Prue in there, also?
PHOEBE: One of them, yes.
PIPER: I'm gonna have to wash my hair in the kitchen sink if I want to get to
work on time. Do you know which one is the real Prue yet?
PHOEBE: Oh, I don't know. It could be the upstairs bathroom hogging Prue or
the downstairs bathroom hogging Prue or the sitting in the kitchen drinking all
the coffee Prue.
(The bathroom door opens and Prue appears.)
(PERKY) PRUE: Is there a problem?
PIPER: Aside from you going off and casting a spell that's kept all our
bathrooms busy for the past three hours, nothing.
(PERKY) PRUE: Don't blame me. I didn't cast the spell.
PHOEBE: Great. You're a clone.
(PERKY) PRUE: Well, no. I'm not exactly a clone. I do have all of Prue's
memories up until the time that she cast the spell, so, in a lot of ways, I am
Prue.
PIPER: Then it is your fault.
(PERKY) PRUE: No. It's not, and neither is the lack of hot water.
(With a giggle, Perky Prue walks away. Phoebe groans.)
PHOEBE: Oh, you didn't. Jeez!
PIPER: This is ridiculous. This is like -- this is like the parent trap with a
B-cup.
PHOEBE: I think I might have just found a way to take some of the Disney out of
our life.
(Phoebe turns and heads for the bedroom.)
CUT TO:
[INT. MANOR - FOYER - DAY -- CONTINUOUS
(The three Prues are standing in the foyer. They are all wearing black
spaghetti-strapped tops with different length skirts. Perky Prue is wearing a
long skirt; Real Prue is wearing the knee-length skirt and Sexy Prue is wearing
the short skirt.)
(They look at each other.)
(REAL) PRUE: You look great.
(PERKY) PRUE: No. You look great.
(SEXY) PRUE: Is my skirt tight enough?
(PERKY) PRUE: Yes.
(REAL) PRUE: It's perfect.
(Phoebe and Piper come down the stairs. Phoebe is carrying three sweaters.)
PHOEBE: Okay. Which one of you is the Real Prue?
(All three Prues raise their hands.)
PIPER: Stop that.
(REAL) PRUE: I'm the real Prue.
PHOEBE: Okay, then you get the black sweater.
(Phoebe hands Prue the black sweater.)
PRUE: Phoebe, what are you doing?
PHOEBE: I'm color-coding. It's the only way we're gonna be able to tell the
three of you apart. Okay, and clone "A" gets the pink sweater.
(She hands out the remaining sweaters. The Prues all put on their sweater.)
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Thank you.
PHOEBE: And "B" gets the blue one.
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): Thanks.
PIPER: Good thinking with the sweaters.
PHOEBE: Thanks. But it's only a temporary solution.
PIPER: And what about the spell?
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Oh, the spell is temporary, too. We're only here as long as
we're needed.
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): We were called for a reason. Once the reason is gone, the
spell wears out, and we disappear.
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Once we vanquish Gabriel.
PIPER: And how are we planning on doing this?
(Real Prue starts to answer when Perky Prue (Pink) answers instead.)
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Funny you should ask. See, I was thinking--
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): (interrupts) That we could find Gabriel by tracking down
the ownership records to that roman vessel.
PRUE CLONE (PINK): In Buckland's antiquities database.
(Real Prue walks over to Phoebe and Piper.)
REAL PRUE: That's why I called my assistant - (Perky Prue clears her throat.)
-- our assistant, and she's already on it.
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): Are we good or what?
PIPER: So, once you know where he lives, are you sure you have the power to do
the job?
REAL PRUE: Observe. (to the other Prues) Ladies, shall we?
(The three Prues hold hands and stand in front of the large, life-sized marble
statue. Their collective powers are enough to lift the statue. They set it
down.)
(Real Prue turns around to Phoebe and Piper.)
REAL PRUE: Enough said?
(The doorbell and telephone both ring.)
(Perky Prue turns to answer the door. Sexy Prue turns to answer the phone.)
PRUE CLONE (PINK): I'll get that.
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): I'll get the phone.
REAL PRUE: Wait. I should ... (softly) ... should hide.
(Real Prue, Phoebe and Piper all run into the sitting room - and out of sight.)
(Perky Prue opens the door to Andy.)
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Andy, Hi.
ANDY: Hi. Can I come in?
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Now's not really a good time. Wow! That is a nice tie.
ANDY: Thanks.
PRUE CLONE (PINK): So what did I do now?
ANDY: I don't know. You tell me.
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Whatever it is, I have an alibi.
ANDY: Good thing this is a social call then.
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Social call, really? Now you're starting to look
suspicious.
ANDY: (chuckles) Remember a few months ago, we ordered tickets to the Bay Area
Music Awards? (She nods. He shows her the tickets.) They came in the mail. I
thought you might want them.
(He gives the tickets to her.)
PRUE CLONE (PINK): That is so sweet.
ANDY: And you can take anyone you want, even an old boyfriend who's just a
friend now, but who loves good music.
PRUE CLONE (PINK): I'll take that under consideration.
ANDY: You ponder that.
(She smiles.)
ANDY: I'll see you.
(He turns and leaves. She closes the door and walks back to the foyer.)
PRUE CLONE (PINK): (to Real Prue) Why did we break up with him?
REAL PRUE: He broke up with us first, remember?
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Too bad.
(Sexy Prue slams the phone down.)
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): Houston, we have a problem.
PHOEBE: Raging clone hormones?
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): No. That was Claire calling. She said that if I ... well
... one of us don't get to the office pronto, you'll be looking for a new job.
REAL PRUE: Okay, okay, we can swing this.
PIPER: No, no, no, wait. You're not seriously thinking of leaving the house?
PHOEBE: You can't hide three you's at the office.
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): Two of us may not be able to separate Gabriel from his
sword, but we can certainly fight him off.
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Which means two of us can go and save Prue's job, and
whoever's left behind can go to the Quake with Piper.
PIPER: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Forget it.
REAL PRUE: Piper, you have an active power. Besides, Phoebe, your premonition,
it didn't happen at Quake, right?
PHOEBE: I can't be sure.
REAL PRUE: Still, worse case scenario, Piper freezes Gabriel, and she runs.
PIPER: No, no, no, no. I don't like this idea. I don't like it at all. I
think we should all stay together, all five of us.
PHOEBE: I think Piper's right. The book said it requires the strength of three
to take on Gabriel. It's not safe to split up.
REAL PRUE: Okay, all who don't like the plan.
(Phoebe and Piper raise their hands up high.)
REAL PRUE: All who do.
(The three Prues raise their hands up high.)
REAL PRUE: Wow, once again, majority rules. Ladies.
(The three Prues turn and leave Phoebe and Piper staring as they go.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. BUCKLAND AUCTION HOUSE (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. BUCKLAND'S AUCTION HOUSE - HALLWAY - DAY]
(Perky Prue and Real Prue walk through the hallway. Real Prue holds up a
magazine to hide her face from view. Off screen, we hear voices approaching.
Perky Prue pushes Real Prue off to the side.)
(Perky Prue heads for the office as Real Prue watches disgruntled from the
hallway.)
[INT. BUCKLAND AUCTION HOUSE - PRUE'S OUTER OFFICE - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
(Perky Prue walks up to her secretary's desk.)
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Hi. Is Claire around?
PRUE'S ASSISTANT: She's been buzzing every fifteen minutes. Do you want me to
get her?
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Not yet. Did you dig up the information on the roman
vessel?
PRUE'S ASSISTANT: Mm-hmm. (She hands Perky Prue the printout.) Hot off the
laser jet.
(Perky Prue takes it and looks at it.)
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Gabriel Statler's address. Good. Okay, now, I need for you
to get me photocopies of all my sales files for the quarter.
(From the hallway, Real Prue's jaw drops.)
PRUE'S ASSISTANT: That could take hours.
(Perky Prue grabs her assistant's arm and leads her toward the door.)
PRUE CLONE (PINK): You're right. You know what? I need you to get me copies
of everyone's files.
PRUE'S ASSISTANT: That could take days.
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Oh, well, then you'd better start now. Bye-bye.
(She pushes her assistant out into the hallway past Real Prue. Once she passes,
Real Prue heads for Perky Prue. They both head into the office.)
[INT. BUCKLAND AUCTION HOUSE - PRUE'S OFFICE - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
REAL PRUE: Did you have to make her photocopy all the files?
PRUE CLONE (PINK): You wanted her to see us together?
REAL PRUE: No, but you didn't even thank her, and you were so bossy.
PRUE CLONE (PINK): That's why we're called bosses. All right, well, now that
we have Gabriel Statler's address--
(Real Prue stops Perky Prue.)
REAL PRUE: No. All right? You stay here. I will talk to Claire first.
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Why do you get to talk to Claire?
REAL PRUE: Because I still have to work here when all this is over.
CLAIRE PRYCE: (through door) Prue, are you there?!
BOTH: Claire!
(Perky Prue pushes Real Prue toward the closed door - behind the closed door.)
REAL PRUE: Uhh! What are you--
(Real Prue tries to move to answer the door, but Perky Prue keeps her there.)
(The office door opens.)
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Claire, hi.
CLAIRE PRYCE: I want an explanation for yesterday.
PRUE CLONE (PINK): What do you mean?
CLAIRE PRYCE: Helena Statler called to tell me that she was so offended by your
behavior that she's taking her collection to Christie's. What happened?
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Claire, um ... I've already made arrangements to make a
personal apology and put Buckland's back in the running.
CLAIRE PRYCE: Mm-hmm.
(Claire pushes the door back to open it, but Perky Prue and Real Prue holds the
door steady keeping Claire in the doorway.)
PRUE CLONE (PINK): As a matter of fact, I convinced Miss Statler to meet me at
her estate. See? Here's the address.
(She shows Claire the data sheet.)
CLAIRE PRYCE: Hmm? Okay, you really think you can get this account back?
PRUE CLONE (PINK): I'd stake my job on it.
CLAIRE PRYCE: Good. Because you just did. All right, I'll get my briefcase
and we'll take my car.
(Claire turns to leave. Real Prue shakes her head.)
PRUE CLONE (PINK): No!
(Claire turns back.)
CLAIRE PRYCE: No? Oh, yes, yes, yes. I'm not going to leave you alone with
that client again.
(Claire leaves. Perky Prue closes the door.)
REAL PRUE: What was that?
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Hail Mary pass.
REAL PRUE: Okay. All right. Let us think. Um ... I got it. I will take
Claire to the wrong address, pretend that we've been stood up or something. You
call the other one of us at Quake.
PRUE CLONE (PINK): I love it when I'm so decisive.
REAL PRUE: Okay, look, um ... you go get the other Prue and take her to the
manor, ok? And we'll finish this.
(Real Prue walks over to her desk and picks up the phone. She dials.)
REAL PRUE: (to phone) Yeah, hey, Pheebs, it's me. Uh, no, the real one. I'm
just checking in.
PRUE CLONE (PINK): We do that a lot, don't we? Check in with our sisters, make
sure that they're okay. Don't you think that if there was a problem, they would
call us and let us know?
REAL PRUE: (irritated) (to phone) Um, Phoebe, I'll call you back. I have to
go yell at myself.
(She hangs up.)
CLAIRE PRYCE: (through door) Prue!
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Ooh. Unh!
(Real Prue runs over to the door just as it opens.)
REAL PRUE: Ha ha, hi. Hi!
CLAIRE PRYCE: You ready to go? Wow. Did you change your sweater?
REAL PRUE: Yeah, black's more my color. Come on.
(Real Prue grabs Clair's hand and pulls her out and away from the office.)
CUT TO:
[INT. QUAKE - DINING ROOM -- DAY]
(Piper is checking her clipboard when the phone rings. She answers it. )
PIPER: (to phone) Thank you for calling Quake.
PRUE CLONE (PINK): (from phone) Piper, it's me.
PIPER: (to phone) What color?
INTERCUT WITH:
[INT. BUCKLAND AUCTION HOUSE - PRUE'S OFFICE - DAY]
PRUE CLONE (PINK): The pink one. The real Prue just left with Claire. Um,
look, I need you to get the blue one to the manor. We're meeting Prue there
before we go to Gabriel's estate.
PIPER: I've been thinking. Have you guys thought about what happens after you
separate Gabriel from his sword?
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Well, the book says that she took the sword away and that
was it, why?
PIPER: Well, what if he still comes after you? He's a war lord, remember?
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Well, once we get the sword, we'll destroy it. He would be
crazy to take us on. Piper, don't worry. We have the plan, and we have the
power.
PIPER: I just don't want to lose you. Any of you.
PRUE CLONE (PINK): You won't. I promise. Bye.
(Perky Prue hangs up and leaves the office.)
(Piper heads into the back kitchen. She stops when she sees Sexy Prue.)
PIPER: The pink ...
(Sexy Prue is surrounded by Quake's Cooks watching her as she tastes the pasta
dish.)
PIPER: ... one just called and wants you to meet her. Prue ... what are you
doing?
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): Trying today's special. You know ... I think it needs a
teeny bit more parmesan.
PIPER: I'm sure it's fine, since today's special is glazed short ribs.
(The cook takes out the grater. Prue stops him.)
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): Then forget the parmesan, because if anybody knows food,
it's my Piper. (Piper chuckles.) (to the cook) What's your specialty?
(Piper grabs Sexy Prue and pulls her away from the cooks.)
PIPER: All right, come on, you guys. Get to work. There you go. Yeah, I know.
It's thrilling. All right.
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): Yeah, I guess I shouldn't pet the help.
PIPER: What has gotten into you? Or who has gotten into you? Because you're
nothing like the real Prue.
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): Actually, I'm exactly like the real Prue, just a side that
doesn't get to come out and play enough. I'm the flip side of the corporate,
conservative clone.
PIPER: All right, that's enough. Get out of my kitchen before my cooks
overheat. Let's -- no, I don't want that. Thank you.
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): Really.
PIPER: Uh-huh.
(Sexy Prue leaves. Piper watches her go.)
CUT TO:
[INT. BUCKLAND - PARKING GARAGE -- DAY]
(The elevator door opens. Claire's black car drives by just as Perky Prue steps
out of the elevator. She sees the car and turns around to hide her face.)
(The car passes. Perky Prue continues toward her car.)
(Something thumps and clatters down the concrete stairs. Perky Prue turns
around and we see that it's a gas bomb canister.)
(The canister explodes sending a bright, white light at Perky Prue. She takes a
couple of steps backward into her parked car. She puts a hand over her eyes.)
(Gabriel Statler walks up to her. He draws his crystal sword.)
GABRIEL STATLER: Blinded by the light?
(Perky Prue blindly uses her power and hits Gabriel. He cuts himself with the
sword.)
PRUE CLONE (PINK): Uhh!
(She rubs her eyes with her hands.)
GABRIEL STATLER: You cut me, witch!
(He takes his sword and stabs it into Perky Prue.)
INTERCUT WITH:
[INT. CLAIRE'S CAR (MOVING) -- DAY]
(Real Prue cries out in pain.)
REAL PRUE: Aah!
CLAIRE PRYCE: Prue?
(Perky Prue is impaled with the sword. Gabriel keeps the sword there.)
(In the car, Real Prue clutches her middle as she cries out in pain.)
PRUE CLONE (PINK): (gasps) Prue.
(Perky Prue dies.)
(Gabriel kneels down next to his sword.)
GABRIEL STATLER: Come on. Give it to me.
(Helena rushes up to him.)
HELENA STATLER: Where's her soul? Where's her magic?
GABRIEL STATLER: I've been tricked! Ahh! She has none. Whoever this is, it's
not the real witch.
(He takes his sword.)
(In the car, Real Prue continues to gasp with pain. Claire has stopped the car
and checks on Prue.)
CLAIRE PRYCE: Are you okay?
REAL PRUE: (gasps) No, I'm not.
FADE OUT.
(COMMERCIAL SET)
FADE IN.
[EXT. SAN FRANCISCO CABLE CAR (STOCK) - DAY]
[EXT. CORONER'S BUILDING (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. MORGUE -- DAY]
(The Coroner leads Andy to the storage room.)
CORONER: Autopsy's scheduled for first thing tomorrow morning, but the case
officer said you might be able to I.D. the body now.
(The Coroner hands a bag to Andy.)
ANDY: It's a homicide victim, right?
(The Coroner opens the storage unit and pulls out the table with the body on
it.)
CORONER: Somebody ran her through with a bladed weapon, so I'd call that a big
yes. No I.D. On the body, but those are her personal effects.
(Andy takes out the BAY AREA MUSIC AWARDS tickets for seats 27-15-31 and 27-15-
32. He recognizes them immediately. He looks at the body on the table.)
ANDY: (stunned) Prue.
CUT TO:
[INT. MANOR - CONSERVATORY -- DAY]
(Phoebe is in the conservatory sparring with her dummy.)
(She finishes up and starts removing her gloves when the doorbell rings. She
goes to answer it.)
[INT. MANOR - FRONT PORCH/FOYER -- DAY]
(Phoebe drops her gloves on the couch and heads to the door. She finds Andy
wiping his eyes and tucking his tissue into his jacket pocket. He's clearly
upset.)
PHOEBE: Hey, Andy.
(Andy walks into the house.)
ANDY: Phoebe. I'm sorry.
(She closes the door.)
PHOEBE: What'd you do?
ANDY: This is serious, Phoebe. Working homicide, I've done this many times
before, but this is the worst.
PHOEBE: Wha--?
ANDY: Prue's dead. They found her body dumped in a ravine near the Presidio.
PHOEBE: Uh, are you sure that it was Prue?
ANDY: I saw the body. Investigating officers ... found a couple of drops of
blood on a path away from the ravine, blood that probably belonged to the
murderer.
PHOEBE: Well, what was she wearing, Andy?
ANDY: Excuse me?
PHOEBE: What color was she wearing?
ANDY: What color? Phoebe, did you just hear what I said?
PHOEBE: Okay, Andy, now I'm serious. Do you have any idea what color sweater
she was wearing when they found her? I know it sounds strange, Andy, but it's
important.
ANDY: I think the report said pink.
PHOEBE: (relieved) Thank god.
ANDY: I just told you I saw your sister dead, and you're relieved?
PHOEBE: Well, Andy, it's, uh ... no secret that we fought at times.
ANDY: What the hell kind of answer is that, Phoebe?
(Before she can answer, Piper and Sexy Prue return.)
PIPER: If you have any more ideas about how to rearrange my business, you can
just save it.
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): Yeah, yeah, yeah.
PIPER: Hi, Andy.
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): Andy, nice tie.
ANDY: Prue, I was just at the morgue, and --
(The front door opens and Real Prue walks inside the house. Piper sees her and
reacts instantly, freezing Andy.)
PIPER: Ooh!
PHOEBE: Okay, uh, I may not be an expert, but I think this is the time when
somebody hides.
PIPER: Prue, what's the matter?
REAL PRUE: What is he doing here?
PHOEBE: Uh, he saw you dead at the morgue-- obviously, a clone - and he thought
it'd be better to break the news here.
REAL PRUE: One of us is dead. I knew it. I felt it happen.
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): What do you mean? I didn't feel anything.
REAL PRUE: I was in the car with Claire, and when ... she died, I felt like it
was me.
PIPER: Um, okay, uh, but one crisis at a time. Prue, you gotta go. Hide. Go.
Git.
(Piper and Phoebe motion for her to leave. Prue leaves the room.)
(Time resumes.)
ANDY: And I was in the morgue, and you were on a slab.
PIPER: Oh, Andy, you know what they say. Everybody has a twin out there
somewhere.
ANDY: Not like this. Has to be a better explanation for what I saw.
PHOEBE: Okay, well, why do we have to come up with it?
ANDY: I know what I saw.
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): Okay, look, Andy, it means ... the world to me that you
came, but I'm here, and believe me, I didn't get killed today. We can see I'm
very much alive, and I'm fine, I promise.
ANDY: Can't argue with that.
(He turns and heads for the door. He stops.)
ANDY: By the way ... did you make up your mind about the concert?
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): What concert?
ANDY: The Bay Area Music Awards.
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): Oh. You mean those tickets we ordered months ago.
(She opens the door for him.)
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): Those tickets finally come in?
(He steps outside.)
[EXT. MANOR - FRONT WALK - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
ANDY: Yeah. They came in the mail. Maybe I'll bring them over sometime.
(Outside, sitting in a car parked at the curb, is Helena Statler. She watches
as Sexy Prue closes the door and as Andy walks away. He loosens his tie on his
way down the stairs.)
(Camera holds a beat on Helena Statler pondering what she's just seen.)
CUT BACK TO:
[INT. MANOR - SITTING ROOM - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
(Sexy Prue sits down.)
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): All right, we need to do something. Gabriel's going to find
us, and there aren't enough of us left to defeat him.
PIPER: How do you know he's still after you?
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): Because I'm still here, and as long as I'm needed, the spell
is still on.
PHOEBE: Do you think Gabriel knows he didn't get the real Prue?
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): I'd bet on it. We're gonna need more us's to fight him.
PIPER: More Prues?
REAL PRUE: (shakes her head) Don't worry. I'm never casting that spell again.
I won't risk any more me's.
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): What about our plan?
REAL PRUE: We will still use our powers to sneak into Gabriel's estate, except
we won't be alone when we find him.
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): Prue, we're geniuses.
PHOEBE: What are you people thinking?
REAL PRUE: Gabriel Statler is a flesh-and-blood person with a flesh-and-blood
sister. The only thing that protects him, that makes him invulnerable, is that
sword.
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): And Gabriel has this weird, binding passion for Helena, so
if we grab her, we can use her as leverage -- a sword for a sister.
PHOEBE: That's your plan?
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): You think he won't protect his own flesh and blood?
REAL PRUE: Okay, look, we grab Helena, and he either trades his sword for her
life, or we use her to buy more time until we figure out a way to separate him
from his sword.
PIPER: Okay. So we'll go with you.
REAL PRUE: No way. Today I felt my own death, and when that sword went in and
I felt my life slipping away, I couldn't even imagine something like that
happening to either one of you, okay? I'm more protective of you guys.
(The Two Prues stand up and leave.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. STATLER ESTATE (STOCK) - NIGHT]
[INT. STATLER ESTATE -- NIGHT]
(Gabriel sits at the chess table. Helena stands behind him, leaning over his
shoulders as she reports to him.)
GABRIEL STATLER: Anything from surveillance?
HELENA STATLER: I saw at least two women identical to Prue Halliwell. One was
leaving the restaurant in a blue sweater, the other was entering the manor in a
black sweater. We're going to have to chance an attack on her at home. Just
... wait until the hours right before dawn when they're certain to be asleep and
vulnerable.
(He moves his chess piece on the board.)
GABRIEL STATLER: (smiles) Checkmate.
CUT TO:
[INT. MANOR - PRUE'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT]
(Phoebe and Piper open the door to Prue's bedroom. They find both Prue's
inside.)
PIPER: Can we have a word with Prue?
REAL PRUE: Sure.
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): Sure.
PIPER: The real Prue.
REAL PRUE: Yeah. What's up?
PIPER: Um, in private, please, if you don't mind.
PHOEBE: It's important. Sister stuff. Uh, no offense.
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): None taken. All right. I'll wait out in the hall.
(Sexy Prue leaves the room. Piper closes the door. Sexy Prue stands outside
the door and listens.)
REAL PRUE: Look, I know what you guys are going to say, and please, don't try
and talk me out of it.
PHOEBE: Okay, forgive us for not wanting you dead.
REAL PRUE: No, I appreciate that, it's just that we'll be fine.
PIPER: You don't know that. The warehouse was a trap. How do you know his
house isn't just as dangerous?
PHOEBE: Yeah, the Statlers don't seem like the white picket fence type.
REAL PRUE: Oh, it's our only option.
PIPER: No, it isn't. Why go to him when you're stronger in your own home with
us?
REAL PRUE: And wait for Gabriel to find us? I don't think so.
PHOEBE: He's a strategist, Prue. Every move he's made has been carefully
planned. He's studied you.
PIPER: And if he's learned anything about you, it's how protective you are. He
knows you'll risk yourself in order to save others, especially your sisters.
PHOEBE: It's exactly what he wants. You'll only think that you have the upper
hand. Okay, just for a moment, don't think of us as sisters that you need to
protect.
PIPER: Think of us as sisters who can help you defend.
REAL PRUE: You guys are right, and you're right about Gabriel, too. It's far
too dangerous. Okay, I need to, um -- we need to come up with another plan, so
you guys have to tell the other me. You might be having this conversation all
over again.
PIPER: I'm not talking to that clone.
REAL PRUE: You have to.
(Prue stands up and heads for the door.)
PHOEBE: Did anybody take notes?
PIPER: I'm not talking to that clone.
(Prue opens the door. She looks out in the hallway. The Clone is gone.)
PHOEBE: Prue?
PIPER: She's gone.
REAL PRUE: Yeah. To Gabriel Statler's estate.
PHOEBE: It's exactly what you would've done, isn't it?
REAL PRUE: Yeah. She went to save all of us. All right, we have to stop her
before she does something.
(They head out.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. STATLER ESTATE (STOCK) - NIGHT]
[INT. STATLER ESTATE -- NIGHT]
(Helena is trapped inside an open iron maiden case, a mummy case with sharp iron
spikes inside.
HELENA STATLER: Gabriel? Gabriel. Gabriel.
(Gabriel steps out from the hallway into the doorway. They see each other.)
GABRIEL STATLER: My god, Helena.
(He steps into the room.)
HELENA STATLER: She tied me up.
(Sexy Prue steps out from behind the iron maiden.)
(Gabriel takes out his crystal sword. Sexy Prue stops him.)
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): Uh-uh-uh. This, in war terms, is what I believe they call a
reversal of fortune.
(Prue uses her powers and moves the case a little bit, drawing the sharp spikes
closer to Helena. Helena gasps.)
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): I'll make it easy for you. Your sword for your sister.
(He puts his sword down.)
GABRIEL STATLER: Done. There's only one problem. You're not the real Prue
Halliwell. Any woman smart enough to clone herself would not make the mistake
of confronting me here. So tell me, how many of you are there?
(She doesn't say anything.)
GABRIEL STATLER: So then you're the last clone? Let my sister go, and I
promise to make it quick and painless. For you and the real Prue.
(Prue uses her powers and moves the case a little bit closer.)
PRUE CLONE (BLUE): Don't make me do this. Your sword for your sister, please.
(Gabriel considers his options. He hurls his sword at Helena, killing her.)
(Prue gasps.)
(The sword magically goes back to Gabriel. Holding it again, he looks at Prue.)
GABRIEL STATLER: Who has the reversal of fortune now?
(He walks over to her.)
[INT. CAR (MOVING) - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(Piper is driving the car when Prue gasps out in pain.)
PRUE: Oh!
PIPER: Are you all right?
PHOEBE: What's going on?
PRUE: He's killing her. Oh, god. I can feel the sword. I can't breathe.
(A few moments later, Prue calms down a bit.)
PRUE: It's over. She's gone.
FADE OUT.
(COMMERCIAL SET)
FADE IN.
[EXT. HALLIWELL MANOR (STOCK) -- NIGHT]
[INT. MANOR - SITTING ROOM - NIGHT]
(Prue, Phoebe and Piper talk.)
PIPER: Um, ok, now would be a good time for plan "B."
PHOEBE: What about the evidence that Andy talked about, the trail of blood
leaving the ravine where they found the first Prue?
PIPER: We can't assume its Gabriel's. The book says he's invulnerable ...
PHOEBE: To the weapons of man. That wouldn't include a crystal sword that
sucks away your soul.
PRUE: Right, but I've already proven that you can't take his sword away from
him.
PHOEBE: Why do we have to take it away? Maybe we should try to bring Gabriel
and his sword even closer.
PRUE: Oh. Pheebs, you are so smart.
(Prue gives Phoebe a one-armed hug. Suddenly, Phoebe has a premonition.)
(Quick flash of: [MANOR] Prue is in the manor. A canister of gas is on the
floor. Gabriel crashes into the house through the conservatory doors.)
(End of premonition. Resume to present.)
PHOEBE: Uh, speaking of getting close I think Gabriel's on his way here.
(They all stand up.)
CUT TO:
[INT. MORGUE -- NIGHT]
(Andy stares at Perky Prue on the cabinet table. He turns around and shows the
ten-card to the Coroner.)
ANDY: And these fingerprints are cross-referenced?
CORONER: I fingerprinted Jane Doe myself, and the reference prints you asked
for for Prudence Halliwell came out of her birth certificate from the archives,
which I took the liberty of verifying through her DMV records.
ANDY: And Prue Halliwell's prints are an identical match to Jane Doe's?
CORONER: Down to the last whorl.
ANDY: It's statistically impossible. Even identical twins have a natural
variation.
CORONER: Then I'd get on the horn to Ripley's Believe It or Not, because as far
as forensic medicine can tell, this woman is Prue Halliwell.
(Andy turns and looks back at the Prue on the table.)
ANDY: You leave Ripley's out of the loop, along with anyone else who isn't me.
(The Coroner nods. Andy walks away.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. HALLIWELL MANOR (STOCK) - NIGHT]
[EXT./INT. MANOR - CONSERVATORY -- NIGHT]
(Looking from the outside in through the conservatory doors, we see Prue walking
in the house. She looks around.)
(The main house lights blink and go out. She turns around toward the
conservatory doors and puts on her dark glasses.)
(The glass breaks as a gas canister is thrown into the house. It lands on the
floor and bursts into a bright, white light. Prue ducks at the small
explosion.)
(Gabriel lets out a roar and jumps into the house through the glass windows. He
lands crouched on the floor. He looks at Prue and stands up. He pulls out his
crystal sword. Prue turns around. He sees that she's wearing dark glasses.)
GABRIEL STATLER: You clever witch.
(Prue gets up and runs out of the conservatory. Gabriel pursues her.)
(He steps into the sitting room and looks around. He walks in past the huge
marble statue in the corner. He sees something and throws his sword hitting the
dummy in the chest. It sparks and flashes.)
(From behind the couch, Piper stands up and freezes Gabriel.)
PIPER: Hey, check out G.I. Joe.
(Phoebe steps forward and kicks Gabriel.)
PHOEBE: Hyah!
(He slams backward against the wall and slides down. She looks at the angry
look in his eyes and takes a step backward.)
PHOEBE: Whoah.
PIPER: It worked.
(Prue runs over to the dummy and gets the crystal sword. She holds it hilt
first toward Gabriel. He holds out his hand for it.)
GABRIEL STATLER: My weapon.
PRUE: It's all yours.
(He calls to the sword. Prue releases it and uses her power to push it toward
him.)
(Gabriel sees the sword hurling uncontrollably toward him.)
GABRIEL STATLER: No!
(The sword hits him in the chest. It glows white as it sucks out his power.
Finally, Gabriel vanishes and explodes.)
(The lights return to the manor.)
PIPER: Peace at last.
PRUE: Too bad you didn't, uh, knock him back into the statue.
PHOEBE: Oh.
(The doorbell rings.)
PRUE: That's his army. Kidding, kidding, kidding.
(Prue heads for the door to answer it. Piper and Phoebe linger.)
(Prue opens the door and finds Andy on the front porch.)
PRUE: Andy, it's four in the morning.
ANDY: This isn't a social call, Prue. I need you to come with me.
PRUE: Where to?
ANDY: City morgue. I'll drive.
(She glances back at her sisters. She gets her coat and steps outside, closing
the door behind her.)
(Phoebe and Piper look at each other.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. CORONER'S BUILDING (STOCK) -- NIGHT]
[INT. MORGUE - NIGHT]
(Andy and Prue walk into the morgue.)
PRUE: Are you going to tell me what this is all about? Because you haven't
said a word since we got in the car.
ANDY: I'll show you what this is about.
(He opens the door and pulls out the empty cabinet table. He looks expectantly
at Prue.)
(Prue looks and sees Perky Prue's clothes - but no Prue Clone.)
PRUE: I don't get it.
ANDY: I had a body on this slab. She was identical to you, right down to your
fingerprints.
PRUE: Andy, I don't know what you want me to say. (She pushes the cabinet
back.)
ANDY: You know, ever since you came back into my life, it's been one weird
coincidence after another, and you don't know what to say.
PRUE: Why don't you tell me what you want to hear. Andy, I'm sorry, but
there's nothing but clothes on that slab, so why don't you just take me home?
(Prue turns and walks out.)
(Andy looks heavenward and sighs. He slams the cabinet door closed.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. QUAKE (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. QUAKE - DINING ROOM -- DAY]
(Phoebe is reading a newspaper article when Prue walks in with a huge gift
basket in her arms.)
PHOEBE: "Curiously, the only item found by the slain body of Helena Statler was
a blue sweater."
(Prue sits down. Piper brings a tray to the table and also sits down.)
PRUE: That's a shame, 'cause I kind of liked that sweater.
PHOEBE: What's with the gift basket?
PRUE: Oh. It's a thank you for my assistant. Believe me, she earned it.
(Piper serves the drinks.)
PIPER: Tumbler number 345, 46 and 47, and that, ladies, is the end of Quake's
yearly inventory.
PHOEBE: And the end of crowded bathrooms, the end of no hot water, and the end
of three Prues hogging all the good clothes.
PRUE: You know, one day you might hear what you actually sound like when you
say stuff like that.
PHOEBE: (deadpans) And I will find myself sassy and delightful.
PRUE: I wouldn't count on it. (Phoebe chuckles. Prue holds up her glass.)
All right, to me, myself, and I, and to you guys. I couldn't have done it
without you. Thank you.
(They clink glasses.)
PHOEBE: And to me for kicking some serious demon butt.
PRUE: And to clones who vanish without a trace.
PIPER: Poor Andy. Do you think he'll ever figure it out?
PRUE: I don't know, but, uh, I wouldn't underestimate him. After what happened
this morning, we're going to have to be extra careful.
(Camera holds a beat on the three sisters.)
CUT TO:
[INT. POLICE STATION - BULLPEN -- DAY]
(A thick, huge file folder is placed on the desk. Its labeled:
confidential
HALLIWELL, PRUE
(Andy opens the folder and finds a newspaper article clipped to it. The
headline reads:
AUCTION HOUSE MYSTERY REMAINS UNSOLVED
Subheadline reads:
Imposter Heirs Suspected of Grand Larceny and Murder.)
(He slips the article and clipped paper in the folder. The next is a copied
article on, "BLACK MAGIC AND WITCHCRAFT". He looks at it a beat and slips it
into the folder.)
(Finally, he takes out the fingerprint ten-card and two tickets to the BAY AREA
MUSIC AWARDS. He puts those into the folder as well.)
(Andy slips the folder in his desk and closes the drawer.)
(Camera pulls back on Andy as he sits back in his seat, arms behind his head.)
FADE TO BLACK.
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TITLE/OPENING CREDITS
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CHARMED
1X16: WHICH PRUE IS IT, ANYWAY?
ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON WB: 03/03/1999
TRANSCRIBED FROM WB
Starring:
SHANNEN DOHERTY as Prue Halliwell
HOLLY MARIE COMBS as Piper Halliwell
and
ALYSSA MILANO as Phoebe Halliwell
T.W. KING as Andy Trudeau
Created by CONSTANCE M. BURGE
Guest Starring
ALEX MCARTHUR as Gabriel Statler
SHANNON STURGES
BERNIE KOPELL as the Coroner
and
CHRISTINE ROSE
Consulting Producer: JONATHAN LEVIN
Consulting Producer: TONY BLAKE
Consulting Producer: PAUL JACKSON
Producer: SHERYL J. ANDERSON
Coordinating Producer: BETTY REARDON
Supervising Producer: LES SHELDON
Executive Producer: BRAD KERN
Executive Producer: CONSTANCE M. BURGE
Written by JAVIER GRILLO-MARXUACH
Directed by JOHN BEHRING
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END CREDITS
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Executive Producer: E. DUKE VINCENT
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