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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.