All language subtitles for Original Unaired Pilot_track3_[eng]

Here, baby.
Come on, baby. Good girl.

Ancient one of the earth so deep

Master of moon and sun
| shield you in my Wiccan way

Here in my circle round
Asking you protect this space

And offer your sun-force down

What are you doing here?

- Prue?
- In here, working on the chandelier.

- Sorry I'm late.
- Well, what else is new?

Piper, | would've been here myself
to meet the electrician,

but you know | can't leave
the museum until 6.

I guess | just didn't realise how long |
was in Chinatown. Has Jeremy called?

No, but he had a package
and some roses delivered.

Over there on the table.
What were you doing in Chinatown?

| thought you had an interview
at a restaurant in North Beach.

I did, but | went to Yung Lee Market
after my interview

to get ingredients
for my audition recipe tomorrow.

So that Wolfgang Puck knockoff
didn't hire you today?

No. But this just may
get me the job tomorrow.

- Jeremy sent you port?
- The ultimate ingredient for my recipe.

- What a nice boyfriend.
- Mm-hm.

| don't believe it.
Tell me that's not our old spirit board.

| found it in the basement
when looking for the circuit tester.

"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.

No. We should send it to Phoebe.
She's so in the dark,

- maybe a little bit of light will help.
- You're always so hard on her.

Piper, she has no vision,
no sense of the future.

| really think
Phoebe's coming around.

As long as she doesn't come
around here, | guess that's good news.

Hello? Jeremy?
How are you? Where are you?

I'm sorry about
the bad connection, Piper.

I'm in North Beach covering a story.

| wanted to see
if you got your package.

Well, anything to help.

This detective I've been waiting for has
finally arrived. I'll call you later, okay?

Detective Trudeau, is it the same m.o.
as the other victims?

- What have you got for me?
- Another female, mid- to late-20s.

The third one in three weeks.
Same murder weapon?

- Double-edged steel knife.
- Some sort of ceremonial tool

that isn't supposed
to be used for cutting purposes.

| don't get it.
I've tried everything,

there's no reason why this chandelier
shouldn't be working.

Know how we've been talking
about what to do with that spare room?

I think you're right,
we do need a roommate.

Well, we could rent out the room
at a reduced rate

in exchange for help
around the house.

- Phoebe's good with a wrench.
- Phoebe lives in New York.

- Not anymore.
- What?

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

- You've got to be kidding.
- Well, | could hardly say no.

| mean, it's her house too.
It was willed to all of us.

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

Well, you haven't spoken to her.

No, Switzerland, | haven't. Maybe
you forgot why I'm still mad at her.

Of course not.
But she had nowhere else to go.

- She lost her job, she's in debt.
- And this is news?

- How long have you known, anyway?
- A few days.

- Maybe a week. Or two.
- Great. Thanks for sharing.

- So when does she arrive?
- Now.

Surprise, found the hide-a-key.

Phoebe. Welcome home.
It's so good to see you. Isn't it, Prue?

I'm speechless.

- Oh, | forgot about the cab.
- I'll get it.

Hey, that's my purse.

- Thanks. I'll pay you back.
- It's okay, save your pennies.

- Is that all that you brought?
- It's all lown. That and my bike.

- Look, | know you don't want me here.
- We're not selling Grams' house.

Is that why you think | came back?

The reason Piper and | gave up
our apartment and moved back here

is because this house
has been in our family for generations.

No history lesson needed.
I grew up here too.

So can we talk about
what's really bothering you?

- No, I'm still furious with you.
- | never touched Roger.

Whoa.

| know you think otherwise, because
that's what the Armani-wearing,

Chardonnay-slugging trust funder
told you.

Hey. | got a great idea. Why don't
| make a fabulous reunion dinner?

I'm not hungry.

| ate on the bus.

We'll try the group hug later.

You shouldn't have called Roger
those names. That was cruel.

So was Roger.
And the more Prue hears that,

the sooner she'll get over that jerk.

I'm glad to hear
that you and Jeremy are still together.

Where'd you meet him anyway?

We met in the hospital cafeteria
the day Grams was admitted.

He was covering a story,
and | was bawling over a bagel.

- He gave me a napkin.
- How romantic.

As a matter of fact, it was. The napkin
had his phone number on it.

Now, stop pushing the pointer.

- I'm not even touching it.
- You used to always push the pointer.

- Take my turn, will you?
- | forgot your question.

| asked if Prue would have sex with
someone other than herself this year.

Heh, heh, oh, that's disgusting.
Please say yes.

- Piper. Piper, get in here.
- What?

- What did you guys do now?
- Me? | didn't do anything.

The pointer on the spirit board,
it moved on its own.

| am serious, it spelled A-T.

- Well, did you push it?
- No.

- You always used to push the pointer.
- | was barely even touching it. Look.

There, it did it again. It moved.

- It's still on the letter T.
- | swear, it moved.

There, look.

Did you see that?

- Prue? Can you come in here a sec?
- | think it's trying to tell us something.

- A-T-T.
- Now what?

“Attic.”

| don't care what you think,
I'm leaving.

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

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

It is pouring rain, there's a psycho on
the loose. Jeremy's not even home.

I'll wait in the cab
till he's back from work.

- That'll be cheap.
- Prue, | saw that pointer move.

No, what you saw was Phoebe's
fingers pushing the pointer.

She's playing a joke.
There's nothing in that attic.

We don't know that.
We've lived here for months now

and we've never been able
to get that attic door open.

Great, now the phone
doesn't work.

Of course it doesn't. The power's out.
Just come with me to the basement.

- What?
- | need you to hold the flashlight

- while | check the main circuit box.
- Phoebe will go with you. Won't you?

- No. I'm going to the attic.
- No. We already agreed--

| am not gonna wait for some
handyman to check out the attic,

and I'm certainly not gonna wait
until tomorrow. I'm going now.

Prue, wait.

"Book of Shadows"?

“Hear now the words of the witches.
The secrets we hid in the night.

The oldest of spells are invoked here.
The great gift of magic is sought.”

Phoebe?

- She should be back by now.
- You go first.

In this night and in this hour
| call upon the ancient power

Bring your powers
To we sisters three

We want the power
Give us the power

What are you doing?

Reading an incantation.

It was in this Book of Shadows.
| found it in that trunk.

Let me see that.

- How did you get in here?
- The door opened.

Wait a minute, incantation?
What kind of incantation?

Well, it said something about
there being three essentials of magic.

Feeling, timing
and the phases of the moon.

If we're ever gonna do this,

now, midnight on a full moon
was the most powerful time.

- This? Do what, this?
- Receive our powers.

Our powers? Wait, our powers?
You included me in this?

She included all of us. "Bring
your powers to we sisters three."

- It's a book of witchcraft.
- Let me see that.

- What is it?
- | don't know,

but it's the same tattoo
we found on the other victims.

So the murderer is killing women
who belong to cults.

No, these women didn't belong to
a cult. They practise their craft alone.

- These women are witches.
- The murderer is killing witches?

He's not just killing them.
He's hunting them.

Spirit boards, books of witchcraft.

Figures this freaky stuff
started when you arrived.

| wasn't the one
that found the spirit board.

It wasn't my finger
sliding around on the pointer.

It doesn't matter. Nothing happened,
right, Phoebe?

When you did the incantation?

My head spun around and | vomited
split-pea soup. How should | know?

- Well, everything looks the same.
- Yeah, you're right.

Yep, the
house still needs work.

And everything feels the same.
So nothing's changed. Right?

- You're up early.
- | never went to sleep.

Don't tell me
you put on a black conical hat

and spent the night flying around
the neighbourhood on a broom.

The only broom | ever owned
was kept in a closet beside a mop.

- So, what were you doing?
- Reading. Is Prue around?

She went to work early.
Reading aloud?

No. But according
to the Book of Shadows,

one of our ancestors
was a witch named Melinda Warren.

And we have a cousin who's a drunk,
an aunt who's manic,

- and a father who's invisible.
- lam serious.

She practised powers.
Three powers.

She could move objects with her mind,
see the future and stop time.

But before Melinda burned
at the stake, she vowed

each generation of Warren witches
would grow stronger and stronger,

culminating
in the arrival of three sisters.

These sisters would be
the most powerful witches

this world has ever known.
| think that we are those sisters.

Look, | 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.

We are the protectors of the innocent.
We're known as the Charmed Ones.

Mm-hm.

And | beg to differ about Grams.

There's been a change of plans.

Change of plans?
Regarding the Beals exhibition?

The extra money that you helped
raise through private donations

has sparked
significant corporate interest.

The Beals artefacts will now become
part of our permanent collection.

Well, that's terrific.

Which is why the board wants
someone a little more qualified

to handle the collection
from now on.

- You look surprised.
- | don't know why. I'm furious.

Not only have | been on this project
since its inception,

but I'm the curator
who secured the entire exhibition.

You're the person more qualified,
aren't you?

| could hardly say no to
the entire board of directors, could 1?

But | know
you'll be happy for me.

After all, what's good for me
is definitely good for you.

- Right, Miss Halliwell?
- Miss Halliwell?

Since when did we stop
being on a first-name basis?

When we stopped
sleeping together?

Or when | returned
your engagement ring, Roger?

I didn't realise the two
were mutually exclusive,

although | certainly enjoyed
one more than the other.

Bastard.

Prue, wait.

| feel like | should say something,
if only to avoid a lawsuit.

Your time is up.

Let's see.
Roast pork with gratin.

Florence fennel and penne
with a port giblet sauce.

- Chef Moore?
- What?

- The port.
- Yes, without it the sauce is no more

than a salty marinara, a recipe
from a women's magazine. Pah!

- | didn't have time--
- Ah, ah, ah.

But... Ah!

Chef Moore? Chef Moore?

Hello? Hello?

Mmm.

That is very good.

Come on, Phoebe,
you've gotta be there.

Phoebe, answer the phone.
Answer the phone.

- Oh, God, Jeremy, you scared me.
- | can see, I'm sorry.

- You okay?
- Yeah. Now | am.

- | really am. What are you doing here?
- Well, | wanted to be

the first one to congratulate you
on your new job.

You're always surprising me.
How did you know?

You prepared your speciality.

And anyone who's
ever sampled your work

can truly see
how talented you are.

| get so turned on
when you talk about food.

Hot dogs, hamburgers, pizza.

No, wait. Stop. Watch out!

Hi, I'm looking
for my sister, Phoebe Halliwell.

Uh, one second, please.

Oh, what was the name again?

Detective Andy Trudeau, Homicide.

Dr. Gordon's expecting me.

Detective Andy Trudeau?

Prue?

- | haven't seen you since we broke up.
- High school.

Yeah, talk about full circle. I'm even
living back at my Grams' house now.

- So, what are you doing here?
- I'm investigating a murder.

- The victim was a nurse here.
- | think | read about that. It's creepy.

Yeah.
So, what are you doing here?

Just picking up Phoebe.
She had some sort of accident.

Your sister is to the right
and down the hall.

Dr. Gordon's
to the left and down the hall.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- It's great seeing you, Prue.
- Yeah, you too.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Hospital anaesthesiologist

to the Recovery Room stat.

- Hey.
- We need to talk.

- And not about Roger.
- Okay.

The chosen ones, the Charmed Ones.
Phoebe, this is insane.

Are you telling me that nothing
strange happened to you today?

You didn't freeze time
or move anything?

Roger took an exhibit
away from me.

Look, Phoebe, you may think
that you can see the future,

- which is pretty ironic.
- Since you don't think | have one.

That my vision of life is cloudy
compared to your perfect hell.

Even if you don't wanna believe me,
just once, can't you trust me?

| do not have special powers.

Really?

Looks pretty special to me.

Oh, my God, it just--
| can move things with my mind?

With how much you hold inside,
you should be a lethal weapon by now.

| don't believe it, but it's true.

This means Piper
must be able to freeze time.

- Are you okay?
- No, | am not okay.

- You've turned me into a witch.
- You were born one. We all were.

And | think we better
start learning to deal with that.

Has anything weird or unexplainable
ever happened to you?

Sure. It's called luck or fate.
Some call it miracles.

- Why, what happened?
- Forget it.

Even if | could tell you,
you'd swear | was crazy.

Open your fortune cookie.

Okay.

"Soon you will be on top."

- It doesn't say that.
- Yes, it does.

- Let me see.
- Is that a bad thing?

"Of the world.
Soon you will be on top of the world.”

Can you make
a left on Seventh, please?

Seventh? | thought
we were going to your place.

We are, but you
reminded me of something.

| wanna show you
the old Boeing building.

The view of the Bay Bridge,
it's amazing.

When | was looking in the Book of
Shadows, | saw these wood carvings.

They looked like something
out of a Bosch painting,

all these terrifying images
of these three women

battling different
incarnations of evil.

Evil fighting evil. That's a twist.

Actually, a true witch is a good witch.
They follow this Wiccan read,

"And at harm none, do what you will."
If a witch violates this oath,

they become known as a warlock,
regardless of their gender.

A warlock has but one goal,
to kill witches and obtain their powers.

Unfortunately,
they look like regular people.

They could be anyone, anywhere.

Okay, wait a second.
And this has what to do with us?

The women in the first
wood carving were in a slumber.

But in the second one, they were
battling some sort of warlock.

| think that as long as we were
in the dark about our powers,

we were safe.
But not anymore.

Well, here we are.

| don't care how amazing the view is,
I'm not going in there.

Come on.
Come on, | have a surprise inside.

You are gonna love this.

| bet you tell Phoebe and Prue
the moment you see them.

I never mentioned
Phoebe came home.

Oops.

- What is that?
- It's your surprise.

Jeremy, stop it. You're scaring me.
Damn it, I'm serious.

Soam |.
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.

It's you, isn't it?
You killed all those women.

- Not women. Witches.
- Why?

It was the only way to get
their powers.

And now | want yours.

Okay, think. Stay calm.
Think, think, think.

Gotta get out of here.
Okay. Okay.

Prue, it's Roger.

Look, I'm sorry
about what happened today.

Call, okay? No matter how late.

Well, Piper's definitely
not home, unless she turned into a cat.

- Where did that cat come from?
- You must have left a window open.

- Did Piper leave a message?
- No, she's probably out with Jeremy.

- Roger called.
- Yeah, | pressed the delete button.

- Prue, Phoebe?
- In here.

- Piper?
- Oh, my God, what happened?

Check the windows and lock
the doors. We don't have time.

In the Book of Shadows,
did it say how to get rid of a--?

A warlock?

- I'm calling the cops.
- And tell them what? 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.

| found our answer.
It's our only hope. Come on.

Okay, we've placed the nine candles

anointed with oils and herbs
in a circle.

Where are the roses Jeremy gave you?

Right here.

Okay, then all we need is a puppet.

Okay, I'm ready.

Your love will wither and depart
From my life and my heart

Leave me be, Jeremy
And go away forever

- The spell is complete.
- Let's hope it works.

- Do you think it worked?
- Let's hope so.

| still can't believe it was Jeremy.

- What is it?
- What's wrong?

- The incantation, it didn't work.
- What?

- How do you know?
- Because | just saw Jeremy.

Hello, ladies.

Piper, Phoebe, get out of here now.

Cool parlour trick, bitch. You were
always the tough one, weren't you?

You didn't even cry
at your mommy's funeral.

And | won't be crying at yours.

- Phoebe, I'm sorry.
- For what?

For not trusting you.

- What do we do?
- We're trapped.

Come on, let's face him together.
Remember the spirit board?

- The inscription on the back.
- The power of three will set us free

The power of three
will set us free. The power of three--

We cannot do this without you.
Say it. You have got to trust me.

The power of three will set us free
The power of three will set us free

- The power of three will set us free
- No.

lam not
the only one. I'm one of millions.

In places you can't even imagine,
in forms you would never believe.

We are all around you.
You won't be the last.

You will never be safe.
And you will never be free.

The power of three.

Good morning.

Hey, this is a surprise.

Yeah, | heard a neighbour complain
about noise here last night.

| was just wondering,
is everything okay,

or did you throw a party
you didn't invite me to?

No, I'm fine. And believe me,
there was no party here last night.

| don't know
why anyone complained.

Some people are strange.

- Told you | heard a man's voice.
- Hey, Piper. Phoebe.

- Hi.
- Hey, stranger.

- Is that your cat?
- It is now.

Looks familiar.

Well, I'll see you later, then.

- Yes?
- Some other time.

- Do you think Andy knows about us?
- No.

| think he knows about us.

- Who would ever believe him anyway?
- That's true.

So, what are we gonna do now?

Same thing that we've
always done.

Borrow each other's clothes,
hog the phone,

and no matter what,
we'll always be sisters, right?

Yeah. Sister witches.