Charmed (1998–2006): Season 1, Episode 16 - Which Prue Is It, Anyway? - full transcript

Low to the body.

There you go. Go low, set him up.

That's all you got?

What you got, huh? What you got?

What you got?

Hey, man, whoa.
Look, you gonna kill him.

Hey, man, you okay?

Luther Stubbs?

Yeah, who wants to know?

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.

Yeah, well, you know,
everybody gotta go sometime.

I wanna know what it felt like to take
another life with your own hands.

Guy didn't even cut me, man.
Now, move.

- Not till I get what I came for.
- And what might that be?

- Your killer instinct.
- Whoa, what...?

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.

Guess that's why you get paid
the medium-sized bucks.

And which bucks
would those be, exactly?

Okay. Okay, what's wrong
with this picture?

Aside from me
not getting paid enough?



No, what is Grams' statue
still doing in the living room?

We talked about it last night,
remember?

Yes, I do remember,
and I thought that we agreed

that it was an eyesore
and was going back to storage.

That is before I learned that storage
downtown is now 90 bucks a month

and storage here is free.

So I called Phoebe,
and we decided she could stay here.

And last I checked,
we were still living in a democracy.

Okay. But, Piper, she's ugly.

Majority rules, sis,
unless you can move her.

Okay. Okay, that didn't work.

It's solid marble. It took eight of
Phoebe's bouncer friends to move it.

It's too heavy for you.

You know, my powers
are still growing, and one day...

You can move it into the basement.
But until then, suffer.

Phoebe.

Phoebe?

Hi. I was just...

Opening up a can of whup-ass.

Yeah, those are some serious moves.
Where did you learn that?

Okay, I'm busted. I confess.

I got tired of being the one in the family
with the passive power,

so I started taking
self-defence classes,

which I've been putting
on my new credit card.

And this thing?

Oh, that's Slam Man.
Got him off an infomercial.

Great, another eyesore.

It' a total and complete martial-arts
training system.

And with their easy-instalment
payment plan...

Which you also put on
your new credit card.

He's gonna pay for himself
the first time I kick ass

on some unsuspected gnarly beast.

- Come on, wanna see some moves?
- No.

Come on. Come on.

You know, that is so unfair.

Hey, demons do not play fair.

- Gotcha.
- So, Daniel-san.

Okay, okay. Uncle. Okay, okay.

- I didn't hear you say it.
- Pheebs, let go.

- Phoebe, what is it?
- What did you see?

I saw you die.

- Hi.
- Hi.

We're gonna need a lot more of this.

You couldn't sleep either, huh?

No, I was up all night.

I couldn't get that image of Prue
getting killed out of my head.

- Is that the sword?
- Yeah. I drew it from memory.

I can't find it
in the Book of Shadows yet.

I wish that thing had an index.

I wish you had a closer look
at the killer's face.

Yeah, well, if somebody
tries to impale my sister,

they're gonna have to
get through me.

- Oh, good, coffee.
- Why are you dressed up?

Because they don't have
casual day at Buckland's.

Wait, you promised you would stay
home so we could figure this out.

Yeah, and then Claire called,
and she has a client

that wants to put a major collection
on the block.

If we get this account, it would
be a serious coup for Buckland's.

Can't Claire get somebody else
to do it?

I've worked so hard to get Claire
to trust me with something like this.

Why should someone else
get all the glory?

I'll take "the nasty demon that wants
you dead" for a hundred, Bob.

I can't believe you would risk your life
to impress your boss.

You cannot leave the house.

Okay, relax.

Phoebe's had premonitions before,
and we've affected the outcome, right?

That's true, but...

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.
- The promise that we want from you

is that you'll come straight home
from Buckland's.

Will it stop you from worrying?

The client's in my office. Remember
what I told you on the phone.

This women's family
has more money than God,

and if we land this account, it could
put Buckland's in the black for years.

- Exactly. You ready?
- Course I am.

Helena Statler, I would like you to meet
Prue Halliwell,

one of our best and brightest
young specialists.

- Hi.
- "Best and brightest."

- That's quite an introduction.
- Yes, it is. Maybe I should get a raise.

Let's have a seat, shall we?

Miss Halliwell, my brother and I hold
an extensive collection of antiquities.

If we were to retain your firm,

you'd be cataloguing, appraising
and selling the finest pieces

you'd see in your career,
maybe your life.

Just what kind of collection
are we talking about, exactly?

The kind that occupies three buildings
at Warehouse Flats.

We have art and artefacts from every
period and movement in history,

from Egyptian mummies
to Jasper Johns.

We would want a sample appraisal,
of course.

Prue will be there today, if you like.

At the Warehouse Flats?

Is that a problem?

No. No, I'm sure that I can handle it.

Twelve potato ricers? What kind of
restaurant needs 12 potato ricers?

Just put them in back
with the box of the lemon reamers.

- Okay.
- I just called Buckland's,

and they said that Prue
left the office for a meeting.

What? She promised
she would go straight home.

Wait, it gets worse.

I finally found that crystal sword
in the Book of Shadows...

It's the symbol of the Lords of War.

They're a clan
of supernatural warriors.

They've been around
since time began.

- What do they want?
- To start war.

They've started most of the major wars
in history.

Once they're done in one place,
they get reincarnated

in some other part of the world
and start all over.

- So is he flesh and blood?
- Yes, but the Book says that

as long as they have their sword,
they're not only protected,

they're immune to
the weapons of man.

So we have this invulnerable guy
running around with a sword

who wants to start a war?

The Lords of War may be invulnerable,
but they do have a code of honour.

And when one of them is disgraced,
he has to steal his abilities back.

So, what does this have to do
with Prue?

One of the things he has to steal back
is the magic of a first-born witch.

They're supposed to be the strongest.

- Piper, where...?
- Not now. Not now.

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, okay?

Miss Statler?

Please.

Miss Statler.

Hello, Miss Halliwell.

Oh, I'm sorry,
I hope I didn't scare you.

- No, I don't really scare easily.
- What do you think of our collection?

I think that you have exquisite taste.

My brother and I have been collecting
our entire lives.

It's our binding passion.

- Is this a Roman vessel?
- Why don't you tell me.

I've never seen one
in such good condition.

The handles represent Venus,

and the relief details scenes
of Roman baths in Caracalla.

It probably dates back to 210 B.C.
It's very rare and priceless.

Wow, Claire, was right.
You really are something.

What can you tell me about this item?

It's a pillory.

The markings are Castilian, so I'd say
it dates back to the Inquisition.

But it's missing a piece.

The victim's arms are held in place
by a bolted restraint.

Prue Halliwell, my brother, Gabriel.

I'd shake your hand,
but it's clearly otherwise engaged.

- What are you doing?
- Killing a witch.

Your ancestor's power emanated
from her hands.

- No doubt yours does too.
- My ancestor?

A witch named Brianna.

You're not the only one
who's done her research.

How did she do that?

She's not like her ancestor.

She channels her power
through her eyes, not her hands.

I won't make that mistake again.

She knows about us now. We have to
move fast, attack her at home.

No. Home is where she has
the power of three to protect her.

We'll think of another way.

I hit Gabriel in the chest with an axe,
and he didn't even bleed.

As long as he has his sword,
he's immune to the weapons of men,

which we could have told you
if you hadn't turned off your cell phone.

Yeah, well, I got away, and I'm fine.

Okay, I found our ancestor Brianna.

She was our great-great-great-aunt.

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 is trying to earn
his abilities back.

Great, so some guy couldn't keep it
in his sheath,

and now I'm marked for death.

Well, some men can be very sensitive
about their weapons.

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.

All right, a sword I can move.
But hundreds of miles away?

I'm not that powerful.

I thought about that,
and I found this incantation.

"To multiply your strength,
recite these words at length."

All right, so all I have to do is say
this incantation, and I'll be stronger.

Hopefully strong enough
to separate Gabriel and his sword.

- Sounds like a plan to me.
- Time out. Bad idea.

Why, because it's mine?

No, because there might be
a power-of-three solution to this.

Yeah, but the Book of Shadows
doesn't say that.

And besides, it's me he's after,
not you or Phoebe.

Okay, okay, so maybe we should just
lay low for a few days.

- You know, use up our sick days.
- And wait for Gabriel to find us?

- No.
- He might hurt one of you to get to me.

I will not take that risk.

Okay, Prue, but... Wait. Okay, wait.
At least let us vote on this.

All right. All in favour of me saying
the incantation raise their hands.

Sorry, sis, majority rules.

But, Prue...

"Take my powers, blessed be
Multiply their strength by three"

- What?
- You know what.

I'm sorry,
but I really don't have a problem

with Prue saying the incantation.

The problem is we're in this together,

and together, we're supposed
to solve our problems.

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?

- What did I tell you?
- Don't... Don't be fresh to me.

- You'd better run. Hurry.
- I'm going, I'm going.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.

- Prue?
- What?

Okay.

One, two, three.

Hello. There are other people in
this house that have styling needs too.

- Is there a Prue in there also?
- One of them, yes.

I'll have to wash my hair in the kitchen
sink to get to work on time.

Do you know which one
is the real Prue yet?

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.

- Is there a problem?
- Aside from you going off

and casting a spell that's kept
all our bathrooms busy

for the past three hours, nothing.

Don't blame me.
I didn't cast the spell.

- Great. You're a clone.
- 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.

Then it is your fault.

No, it's not, and neither is
the lack of hot water.

- Oh, you didn't. Jeez.
- This is ridiculous.

This is like... This is like
The Parent Trap, with a B cup.

I think I might have just found a way to
take some of the Disney out of our life.

- You look great.
- No, you look great.

- Is my skirt tight enough?
- Yes.

It's perfect.

Okay, which one of you
is the real Prue?

Stop that.

- I'm the real Prue.
- Okay, then you get the black sweater.

- Phoebe, what are you doing?
- I'm colour-coding.

It's the only way we're gonna
be able to tell you apart.

- Okay, clone A gets the pink sweater.
- Thank you.

- Clone B gets the blue one.
- Thanks.

Good thinking with the sweaters.

Thanks, but it's only
a temporary solution.

And what about the spell?

Oh, the spell is temporary too. We're
only here as long as we're needed.

We were called for a reason.
Once the reason's gone,

the spell wears out, we disappear.

- Once we vanquish Gabriel.
- How are we planning on doing this?

Funny that you should ask.
See, I was thinking...

That we could find Gabriel by tracking
down the ownership records

to that Roman vessel.

In Buckland's antiquities database.

That's why I called my assistant...

Our assistant,
and she's already on it.

- Are we good or what?
- So once you know where he lives,

are you sure you have the power
to do the job?

Observe. Ladies, shall we?

Enough said?

I'll get that.

- I'll get the phone.
- Wait, I should...

Should hide.

- Andy, hi.
- Hi.

- Can I come in?
- Now's not really a good time.

Wow, that is a nice tie.

- Thanks.
- So, what did I do now?

- I don't know, you tell me.
- Whatever it is, I have an alibi.

Good thing this is a social call then.

Social call, really?
Now you're starting to look suspicious.

Remember a few months ago

we ordered tickets
to the Bay Area Music Awards?

They came in the mail.
I thought you might want them.

- That is so sweet.
- You can take anyone you want,

even an old boyfriend who's just a
friend now but who loves good music.

I'll take that under consideration.

Yeah, you ponder that.

I'll see you.

- Why did we break up with him?
- He broke up with us first, remember?

Too bad.

Houston, we have a problem.

Raging clone hormones?

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.
- Okay. Okay, we can swing this.

No, no. Wait, you're not seriously
thinking of leaving the house.

You can't hide three yous
at the office.

Two of us may not be able
to separate Gabriel

from his sword,
but we can certainly fight him off.

Which means two of us can go
and save Prue's job,

and whoever's left behind
can go to the Quake with Piper.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Forget it.
- Piper, you have an active power.

Besides, Phoebe, your premonition,
it didn't happen at Quake, right?

- I can't be sure.
- Still, worse-case scenario,

Piper freezes Gabriel, and she runs.

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.

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.
- Okay, all who don't like the plan?

All who do?

Wow, once again,
majority rules. Ladies.

Hi, is Claire around?

She's been buzzing every 15 minutes.
You want me to get her?

Not yet. Did you dig up the information
on the Roman vessel?

Hot off the LaserJet.

Gabriel Statler's address. Good.

Okay, now I need for you to get me
photocopies of all my sales files

- for the quarter.
- That could take hours.

You're right. You know what,

I need you to get me copies
of everyone's files.

- That could take days.
- Then you better start now. Bye-bye.

Did you have to make her photocopy
all the files?

You wanted her to see us together?

No, but you didn't even thank her,
and you were so bossy.

That's why we're called "bosses."

All right, well, now that we have
Gabriel Statler's address...

No. All right, you stay here.
I will talk to Claire first.

- Why do you get to talk to Claire?
- I still have to work here

when all this is over.

- Prue, are you there?
- Claire.

- Claire, hi.
- I want an explanation for yesterday.

- What do you mean?
- Helena called

to tell me that she was so offended
by your behaviour

that she's taking her collection
to Christie's.

What happened?

Claire, I've already
made arrangements

to make a personal apology

and put Buckland's
back in the running.

As a matter of fact, I convinced
Miss Statler to meet me at her estate.

See, here's the address.

Okay. You really think
you can get this account back?

- I'd stake my job on it.
- Good, because you just did.

All right, I'll get my briefcase,
and we'll take my car.

- No.
- No? Oh, yes, yes, yes.

I'm not gonna leave you alone
with that client again.

- What was that?
- Hail Mary pass.

Okay. All right, let us think.

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.

- I love it when I'm so decisive.
- Okay, look,

you go get the other Prue
and take her to the manor, okay?

And we'll finish this.

Yeah, hey, Pheebs, it's me.

No, the real one. I'm just checking in.

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?

Phoebe, I'll call you back.
I have to go yell at myself.

Prue!

- Hi. Hi, you ready to go?
- Wow, did you change your sweater?

Yeah, black's more my colour.
Come on.

- Thank you for calling Quake.
- Piper, it's me.

- What colour?
- The pink one.

The real Prue just left
with Claire.

Look, I need you to get
the blue one to the manor.

We're meeting Prue there
before we go to Gabriel's estate.

I've been thinking. Have you guys
thought about what happens

after you separate Gabriel
from his sword?

The Book says that she took
the sword away, and that was it. Why?

Well, what if he still comes after you?
He's a warlord, remember?

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.

I just don't wanna lose you.

- Any of you.
- You won't. I promise. Bye.

The pink...

...one just called
and wants you to meet her.

Prue, what are you doing?

Trying today's special.
You know, I think it needs

a teeny bit more Parmesan.

I'm sure it's fine, since today's special
is glazed short ribs.

Then forget the Parmesan, because
if anybody knows food, it's my Piper.

What's your specialty?

All right, come on,
you guys get to work.

There you go.
Yeah, I know, it's thrilling. All right.

Yeah, I guess I shouldn't
pet the help.

What has gotten into you?

Or who has gotten into you? Because
you're nothing like the real Prue.

Actually, I'm exactly like the real Prue,

just the side that doesn't get to
come out and play enough.

I'm the flip side
of the corporate conservative clone.

All right, that's enough.

Get out of my kitchen
before my cooks overheat.

That's... No, I don't want that.
Thank you, really.

Blinded by the light?

You cut me, witch!

Prue?

Prue.

Come on.

Give it to me.

Where's her soul?
Where's her magic?

I've been tricked!

She has none.

Whoever this is,
it's not the real witch.

Are you okay?

No, I'm not.

Autopsy's scheduled for first thing
tomorrow morning,

but the case officer said you might
be able to ID the body now.

It's a homicide victim, right?

Somebody ran her through
with a bladed weapon,

so I'd call that a big yes.

No ID on the body,
but those are her personal effects.

Prue.

- Hey, Andy.
- Phoebe.

Sorry.

What did you do?

This is serious, Phoebe.

Look, in homicide,
I've done this many times before,

but this is the worst.

What...?

Prue's dead.

They found her body dumped
in a ravine near the Presidio.

Are you sure that it was Prue?

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.

- What was she wearing, Andy?
- Excuse me?

What colour was she wearing, Andy?

What colour? Phoebe,
did you just hear what I said?

Okay, Andy, now I'm serious.

Any idea what colour sweater she
was wearing when they found her?

I know it sounds strange, Andy,
but it's important.

I think the report said pink.

Thank God.

I just told you I saw your sister dead,
and you're relieved?

Well, Andy, it's no secret

that we fought at times.

What the hell kind of answer
is that, Phoebe?

Look, if you have any more ideas
about how to rearrange my business,

- you can just save it, because...
- Yeah, yeah.

Hi, Andy.

- Andy, nice tie.
- Prue, I was just at the morgue, and...

Okay, I may not be an expert,

but I think this is the time
when somebody hides.

- Prue, what's the matter?
- What is he doing here?

He saw you dead at the morgue,
obviously a clone,

and he thought it'd be better
to break the news here.

One of us is dead. I knew it.

- I felt it happen.
- What do you mean?

- I didn't feel anything.
- I was in the car with Claire,

and when she died,
I felt like it was me.

Okay, but one crisis at a time.

Prue, you gotta go. Hide. Go. Get.

And I was in the morgue,
and you were on a slab.

Andy, you know what they say.

Everybody has a twin
out there somewhere.

Not like this.

There has to be a better explanation
for what I saw.

- Why do we have to come up with it?
- I know what I saw.

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.

You can see I'm very much alive.
And I'm fine, I promise.

Can't argue with that.

By the way,

did you make up your mind
about the concert?

What concert?

The Bay Area Music Awards.

Oh, you mean those tickets
we ordered months ago.

Did those tickets finally come in?

Yeah, they came in the mail.

Maybe I'll bring them over sometime.

All right, we need to do something.

Gabriel's going to find us,

and there aren't enough of us left
to defeat him.

- How do you know he's still after you?
- Because I'm still here.

And as long as I'm needed,
the spell is still on.

Do you think Gabriel knows
he didn't get the real Prue?

I'd bet on it.

We're gonna need more us's
to fight him.

- More Prues?
- Look, don't worry,

I'm never casting that spell again.

I wont risk any more me's.

- What about our plan?
- We will still use our powers

to sneak into Gabriel's estate.

Except we won't be alone
when we find him.

Prue, we're geniuses.

What are you people thinking?

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.

And Gabriel has this weird,
binding passion for Helena.

So if we grab her,
we can use her as leverage.

- A sword for his sister.
- That's your plan?

You think he won't protect
his own flesh and blood?

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.

- Okay, so we'll go with you.
- No way.

Today, I felt my own death.
And when that sword went in,

I felt my life slipping away.

I couldn't even imagine if something
like that happened to either one of you.

Okay? I'm more protective
of you guys.

Anything from surveillance?

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 gonna 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.

Checkmate.

Can we have a word with Prue?

- Sure.
- Sure.

- The real Prue.
- Yeah, what's up?

In private, please, if you don't mind.

It's important. Sister stuff.
No offence.

None taken.

All right, I'll wait out in the hall.

I know what you guys are going to say.
Please don't try and talk me out of it.

Okay, forgive us
for not wanting you dead.

No, I appreciate that.
It's just that we'll be fine.

You don't know that.
The warehouse was a trap.

How do you know his house
isn't as dangerous?

Yeah, the Statlers don't seem like
the white-picket-fence type.

Well, it's our only option.

No, it isn't. Why go to him
when you're stronger

in your own home with us?

And wait for Gabriel to find us?
I don't think so.

He's a strategist, Prue.

Every move he's made has been
carefully planned. He's studied you.

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.

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.

Think of us as sisters
who can help you defend.

You guys are right.
And you're right about Gabriel too.

It's far too dangerous.
Okay, I need to...

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.

- I'm not talking to that clone.
- You have to.

Did anybody take notes?

I'm not talking to that clone.

Prue?

She's gone.

Yeah, to Gabriel Statler's estate.

It's exactly what you would've done,
isn't it?

Yeah. She went to save all of us.

All right, we have to stop her
before she does something.

Gabriel.

Gabriel. Gabriel!

- My God, Helena.
- She tied me up.

This, in war terms, is what I believe
they call a reversal of fortune.

I'll make it easy for you.

Your sword for your sister.

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?

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.

Don't make me do this.

Your sword for your sister, please.

Who has the reversal
of fortune now?

- Are you all right?
- What's going on?

He's killing her.

Oh, God, I can feel the sword.

I can't breathe.

It's over. She's gone.

Okay, now would be a good time
for plan B.

What about the evidence
that Andy talked about?

The trail of blood leaving the ravine
where they found the first Prue.

We can't assume it's Gabriel's.

The Book says he's invulnerable.

To the weapons of man.
That wouldn't include a crystal sword

that sucks away your soul.

Right, but I've already proven that you
can't take his sword away from him.

Why do we have to take it away?

Maybe we should try to bring Gabriel
and his sword even closer.

Pheebs, you are so smart.

Speaking of getting closer,

I think Gabriel's on his way here.

And these fingerprints
are cross-referenced?

Okay, I fingerprinted
Jane Doe myself.

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.

And Prue Halliwell's prints
are an identical match to Jane Doe's?

Down to the last whorl.

That's statistically impossible. Even
identical twins have a natural variation.

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.

You leave Ripley's out of the loop,
along with anyone else who isn't me.

You clever witch.

Hey, check out G.I. Joe.

It worked.

My weapon.

It's all yours.

No!

Peace at last.

Wow, too bad you didn't knock him
back into the statue.

That's his army.
Kidding, kidding, kidding.

Andy, it's 4 in the morning.

This isn't a social call, Prue.
I need you to come with me.

- Where to?
- City morgue. I'll drive.

Are you gonna tell me
what this is about,

because you haven't said a word
since we got in the car.

I'll show you what this is about.

I don't get it.

I had a body on this slab.
She was identical to you,

right down to your fingerprints.

Andy, I don't know
what you want me to say.

Ever since you came back into my life,
it's been one weird coincidence

after another,
and you don't know what to say.

Why don't you tell me
what you wanna hear.

Andy, I'm sorry, but there's nothing
but clothes on that slab,

so why don't you just take me home.

Curiously, the only item found
by the slain body of Helena Statler

was a blue sweater.

That's a shame,
because I kind of liked that sweater.

What's with the gift basket?

It's a thank you for my assistant.
Believe me, she earned it.

Tumbler number 345, 46 and 47.

And that, ladies, is the end
of Quake's yearly inventory.

And the end of crowded bathrooms,
the end of no hot water

and the end of three Prues
hogging all the good clothes.

You know, one day you might hear
what you actually sound like

when you say stuff like that.

And I will find myself
sassy and delightful.

I won't count on it.

All right, to me, myself and I,
and to you guys.

I couldn't have done it without you.
Thank you.

And to me, for kicking
some serious demon butt.

And to clones who vanish
without a trace.

Poor Andy. Do you think
he'll ever figure it out?

I don't know, but I wouldn't
underestimate him.

After what happened this morning,
we're gonna have to be extra careful.