Charmed (1998–2006): Season 1, Episode 20 - The Power of Two - full transcript

Prue, have you seen my purse?

In the kitchen.
Have you seen my keys?

They're by the TV.

I can't find my plane ticket.

- Did I give it to you?
- Maybe you packed it.

I didn't pack it. I just saw it.

- I can't believe it. It worked.
- Found it.

Didn't you hear me looking for this?
What are you doing on the furniture?

No, you don't understand. I've been
practicing how to call a premonition,

and I did it. I saw a future event
on command.

Oh, and that's the good news. The bad
news is I saw you missing your flight.



Oh, great. If I don't get to Honolulu for
the convention, my boss will fire me.

We can't let that happen,

especially since my job's hanging
by a thread as it is.

- Since when?
- Oh, since all the demon-hunting

- time-off I've been taking lately.
- I am so behind. I didn't go shopping

or pay the bills or call the cable guy
or cancel my hair appointment.

Don't worry about it, sweetie,
I'll do it.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I mean, you've got time, right?

Okay, so listen, we have stopped
Phoebe's premonitions

from coming true before.
Hopefully we can do it again. Let's go.

Okay, but wait, wait.

I just realized the two of you haven't
really ever been alone together.

Piper, we're big girls now. I don't think
we need you as a buffer anymore.

Well, what about demon stuff?



What if something happens
and you need the power of three?

Well, then the power of two
will just have to do.

- Good one.
- All right, let's go.

Hey, Phoebe,
will you pick up my dry cleaning

on the way back from the market,
please?

Yeah, and talk to the gardeners
about the weeds.

- And light bulbs, we need light bulbs.
- Sure, I'll just add it to my list.

- Great, thanks. Bye.
- Go, go.

I'm not even married,
and already I'm a housewife.

Hello. Hey, Marianne.

Oh, jeez, I completely forgot
about Alcatraz.

No, I can't go.
I have a million errands to run.

You know what, I'll be right over.

You don't seriously plan
on spending the rest

of eternity marooned here, do you?

I'll find a way off this rock
on my own, don't worry.

Who are you kidding, Jackson?

You've been stuck here ever since
they executed you.

Thirty-six long years,
trapped between life and death.

Big deal.

I've learned how
to do things in that time,

break the physical plane,
prepare for my revenge.

Revenge, how mortal.

Go to hell.

That's what I do, only never alone.

I ferry souls there, every one I can
get my little hands on, so to speak.

Yeah, well, you're not
gonna get your little hands

on this one, lady, so just forget it.

Don't worry, Jackson.
I don't want your soul.

I want a witch's.
They're prize catches. Trophies.

So, what's that got to do with me?

If you let me get you off the island
to get your revenge,

witches will try to stop you.

And the only way they can do that
is to become vulnerable to me.

Then I'll have them right
where I want them.

Speaking of witches.

Twenty-eight inmates died here,
nine while attempting to escape,

and four by execution.

Legend has it that one of them
still haunts the prison to this very day.

The ghost of Alcatraz,
believed to reside in this very cell.

- The ghost, oh, jeez.
- Let's see if he's in, shall we?

Now, if you listen closely, you can
actually hear the ghost's cries.

There, hear him?

What an idiot.

Look at him as your
"get out of jail free" card.

- Oh, my God.
- Marianne, call 911, quick.

What did you do? Who are you?

- You can see me?
- Forget her for now.

There's your ride off the island.
Hop in.

Oh, no. No, what are you...? Don't...

Hope you enjoyed the tour. See you.

Bye.

In all honesty, Prue, if it weren't
for you, I'm not sure the auction house

would've been able
to stave off bankruptcy.

- Thank you.
- Oh, don't thank me yet.

Now, I have tolerated
your unexplained absences

and the endless family emergencies,

but no more. Buyers interested in
purchasing Buckland's will be visiting

in the next two days, and it's important
we make a big impression.

It's important that you make
a big impression

if you expect to keep your job.
Do I make myself clear?

Perfectly.

I'm sorry, Prue, but your sister's
on the phone.

I'll call her back.

She says it's an emergency.

Hey, have you ever heard of
the ghost of Alcatraz?

Are you kidding me? This is why
you pulled me out of a meeting?

No, Prue, you don't understand.
I think the ghost really exists.

- Did you see it?
- No, of course not,

I mean, how could I?
I wasn't at Alcatraz.

I had way too much work
around here to do.

So then what makes you think
that there was a ghost?

My friend saw it. Marianne.
You know Marianne.

Actually, she thinks she saw
two ghosts.

Or the other one may be something
else. She's not really sure.

- Phoebe.
- What? Witches aren't the only people

that can see ghosts.
Normal people can too.

Anyway, I did some research,
and I found out that some evil spirits

need a dead body to transport them
across water.

Okay, look, I'm really sorry that
the furnace exploded,

but you're gonna have to handle it
on your own, okay?

Okay, but if this ghost is on
the mainland...

Don't forget to buy tampons
at the market.

Hello?

Just:

Singed eyebrows.

You take some of the old case files
home with you by any chance?

No. Why?

Missing a couple.

Hope the captain's
not reviewing them.

You wanna talk about it?

Talk about what?

About why you've been walking
around here like a zombie lately.

Like ever since you ran into
Prue again.

Come on, what's up?

I wish I could tell you.
I really do.

I just have to work things out
on my own first.

Okay, you guys are the experts on
the freaky cases. Figure this one out.

Victim was stabbed 13 times
in the chest, circular pattern.

CSI combed the scene and, other than
the knife, found no evidence.

Except, check this out.

Solid thumbprint.

Yeah, but we didn't get it
from dusting.

- We got it from fluoroscoping.
- Ultraviolet fingerprint.

- Never heard of that.
- We ran the print.

This is where it gets freaky.
It matches up to Jackson Ward,

the serial killer that was executed
at Alcatraz 36 years ago.

- You sure about this?
- Checked it twice.

Dead guy's prints on a murder
weapon. It's gotta be a mistake.

Can I borrow this?

Whoa, where are you going?

Phoebe, I'm home.

Phoebe.

Phoebe, you didn't go
to the market yet?

Oh, no. I sort of got sidetracked
with this ghost research.

Besides, there isn't enough money
in the household account.

You should've told me.
I would've had some transferred in.

- What about the dry cleaning?
- I will go tomorrow, I swear.

I wanted to wear that suit
to work tomorrow.

Look, I know that I promised, but this
just sort of seemed more important.

We're not gonna get into
a fight already, are we?

I mean, I wouldn't wanna
prove Piper right.

- Andy, hi.
- Hi.

I was wondering if I'd see you again.
I thought maybe you were mad at me.

No, I just needed some space.

It's one thing to suspect
what your secret was.

It's another thing to actually see it
with my own eyes.

So does that mean that maybe
you're okay with it?

Actually, I'm here on a case.
The kind of case where, frankly,

before, I'd probably be looking for
a more logical explanation.

Well, come on in.

So, what's the case?

The son of a former DA
was brutally murdered.

The only quote-unquote
"evidence" points

to the last man executed
on Alcatraz

- before it was closed down.
- Jackson Ward.

- How'd you know that?
- Yeah, how did you know that?

I told you, I was trying to figure out

who the ghost of Alcatraz was,
remember?

Jackson Ward's name
was at the top of the list.

- Ghost?
- Yeah. Hey, what's that?

Ultraviolet fingerprint. Although,
technically, there's no such thing.

Could be the ghost's ectoplasm.
It's outside the visual spectrum.

- Book of Shadows.
- Ectoplasm.

Yeah, it's the ghost's skin. Hey, do you
have a picture of this Ward guy?

Yep, that's him.

Exactly how Marianne described
him to me.

- Amazing.
- Very.

And what about this former DA's son?
Did Ward know him?

Ward knew his father.

He was the prosecutor
who convicted him.

Coincidence? I think not.

It's gotta be the ghost who
got off Alcatraz.

You know, speaking of coincidences,
don't you think

it's an awfully big one that your friend
saw this ghost?

Prue, if we've learned
anything by now,

- it's there are no coincidences, right?
- Right.

Right.

Andy, are you okay?

I don't know. I'm just getting used to
the idea of demons and witches.

I don't know if I'm ready for ghosts too.

- You ain't seen nothing yet.
- Pheebs.

If you're right, if it is the ghost
of Ward who's the killer,

how do I stop him from
killing again?

Judge Renault.

Long time no see.

You could've shown some mercy,
given me life in prison,

but you wanted me put to death.

What's going on?

Who's there?

Do you have any idea how long
it takes to die in a gas chamber?

How much you suffer, what a cruel
and horrible death it is?

No.

I helped you get your revenge.

Now it's your turn to help me
get a witch.

Are you kidding, lady?
I'm just getting started.

Thirteen stab wounds, circular pattern,
just like the other victim.

Matches Jackson Ward's M.O. too.

Must be a copycat killer.

How would he know? The M.O.
Was never released to the public.

Can I see that?

Already dusted for prints. Nothing.

- Did you fluoroscope it?
- What?

- What the hell is that?
- Don't ask.

Ten bucks says it matches Ward's.

Andy, don't go jumping off
the deep end on me, okay?

Jackson Ward is dead,
been that way for a long time now.

Well, somebody's going around
killing people, or the descendants

- of people who put him away.
- Where are you going?

Look, have someone put together
a list of potential victims.

Anybody who had anything to do
with his conviction.

Andy, wait. Wait.

I'm sure Prue will be here shortly.
She has a lot of...

...family emergencies.

- Claire, I am so sorry.
- Let me introduce you.

This is Mr Yakihama,
head of Acquisitions.

Mr Yakihama, this is Prue Halliwell,
one of our top specialists.

- Hi, nice to meet you, sir.
- Nice to meet you too.

I trust everything's all right
with your family?

- Excuse me, Prue.
- Not now, Monique.

- May I help you?
- Yeah, I need to see Ms Halliwell.

It's police business.

Excuse me.

Are you trying to get me fired?

I think Jackson Ward
has killed again, Prue.

Great. That's great. Why don't you
just wait here a second.

I'll take care of everything. Hi.

- Phoebe?
- Yeah, I'm up in the attic.

- I always wondered what was up here.
- Prue. The Book...

No, it's okay. I already told him about it.
Look, Jackson Ward has killed again.

We have to figure out a way to stop
him. Have you found anything?

Not really. I mean, there's
just so many references in here.

There's ghosts, poltergeists,
evil spirits, phantasms.

We are not dealing with
a typical demon.

Yeah, well, there has to be something
in here about vanquishing an evil spirit.

Well, actually, there is one spell,

but I don't think we're gonna
wanna use it.

Why not?
If it needs the power of three,

we can always call Piper, right?

No, that's not the problem.

The problem is an evil spirit can't be
vanquished on the physical plane,

only the astral plane. His plane.

Okay, so then how do we
say the spell?

Well, our spirits would have to say it.

Meaning one of us would have
to die for it to actually work.

- Keep looking.
- Right.

I've always believed there was another
world behind or beyond this one.

I even sort of believe in demons, but I
have never in my wildest dreams...

I could never have imagined
that this existed.

Yeah, neither did we.

But we've come to believe

that there's a reason for why that world
was opened up to us.

Which means there's probably
a very good reason

why it was opened up to you too.

Welcome to our little shop
of horrors.

- Are you doing that?
- No, it just sometimes does it on its...

...own.
- "The Truth Spell"?

It's weird that it would open up to that
page with Andy standing right here.

Okay, you know what,
it has to be a mistake, Phoebe.

Or maybe there's a reason, Prue.

- You did what last year?
- Look, I just wanted to see

how you would react to finding out
I was a witch.

So you cast a truth spell on me?
Why didn't you just ask?

Oh, because I was afraid you'd
freak out on me.

Which is exactly what you did,
by the way.

You just don't remember.
Part of the spell.

Wait a minute.
My reaction to your being a witch

isn't the reason we stopped seeing
each other, is it?

You wanted to stop seeing me first.

Because you wouldn't say what
your secret was.

Yeah, which turned out to be a good
thing, considering how you reacted.

- Freaked out.
- Kind of like what you're doing now.

You haven't answered my question.

Did that have anything to do with why
we stopped seeing each other?

Sort of.

- Okay, yeah, it did.
- And just out of curiosity,

how much time did you give me
to react anyway?

- Why, what difference does it make?
- How much time?

A minute... or two.

- A minute?
- Or two.

It was a 24-hour spell, all right?
I was against the clock.

That's what you based your entire
decision about us on?

I've had a week to react to it this time.
I still don't know how I feel.

You should've given me more time.

I think I deserved that.
We deserved that.

Hey, you guys, since we don't know
how to vanquish the ghost,

we have to try to stop him
from killing his next...

...victim.
Am I interrupting something?

No, we're done.

What do you mean, stop him from
killing his next victim?

- How do we do that?
- I have a power too, you know.

Excuse me.

Inspector Andrew Trudeau.

I need the murder weapon
for case R-13658.

Sign that. I'll go get it.

Thanks.

Yeah, you told me to call
if Trudeau showed.

Yeah.

He just left.

Did you get that list of potential
victims yet?

Still working on it.
It's a lot of names,

especially when you add
in the descendants.

- Where you been?
- You don't wanna know.

Really? Try me.

Maybe later, okay? Look, I gotta go.

I'll take what you've got so far,
check back with you later.

We're partners, Andy.
That means we work together.

I know. But this is an exception.

Inspector Morris?

Inspector Rodriguez and Anderson,
Internal Affairs.

We need to talk to you about
your partner.

Okay, I got it.

That's what Ward used
to kill the judge.

How exactly is this gonna
work again?

Well, I've been practicing calling
my power,

and if the psychic energy is strong
enough on this,

I should be able to see
a future event.

Hopefully, Jackson Ward's next victim.

If we're lucky.
It doesn't always work.

Oh, my God.

Are you all right?

I didn't just see it, Prue, I felt it.

Her pain, her terror.

Any one of these look familiar?

Iris Beiderman.

The foreperson on the jury
that convicted him.

- You again.
- "You again"? You two have met?

Knife!

- Where is he? Is he still here?
- Yeah, he's right there.

Point him out, Prue.

You can't keep saving her forever.

- Prue, what's going on?
- Or the others.

Or yourselves.

Prue.

I cannot believe you lied to me.

And I cannot believe I had to hear
about it from a ghost.

I already apologized for that, okay?

I don't understand why you
couldn't tell the truth.

Especially about something as stupid
as going to Alcatraz.

I didn't tell you the truth
because I knew you'd go ballistic,

and I thought that I would save
myself the drama.

Why would I go ballistic over that?

Come on, Prue, give me a break.
Just admit it.

- Why are you really mad at me?
- Because you lied to me.

No, you're really mad at me because,
as far as you're concerned,

I was slacking off yesterday, which is
pretty much what I do every day, right?

Where is this coming from?

From the fact that I know that you're
really pissed

because I didn't do the grocery
shopping or pick up your dry cleaning

or whatever else you put
on that stupid list.

I am sorry that I ask you to do things
around the house

because I have to work.

See? Time it, ladies and gentlemen.

It took a whole 60 seconds before
the W-word reared its ugly head.

- What are you talking about?
- I'm talking about how you and Piper

just automatically assume that I'll take
care of the house

- because I don't have a real job.
- That is not true.

Oh, no? Prue, when was the last time
you went grocery shopping

or vacuumed the house or waited all
day for the cable guy to show up?

Which, by the way, if I were paid by
the hour, I'd be a millionaire by now.

I cannot believe how you're turning
this around.

And I cannot believe
how you're pretending

- that you don't have a problem.
- I don't.

Okay, well, you know what? You just
proved my point, my other point,

which is I get absolutely no credit
for all that I do around here.

It's just assumed that I'll do it.

Like that crack that you made
to Piper yesterday morning.

"Don't worry, Piper, Phoebe will do it.
She's got time."

- You do.
- Yes, and that is exactly my point.

My main point.

You're mad at me
because I don't work.

Okay, maybe you're right.

And that's why I lied to you.

- Hello.
- Hey, Phoebe. How's it going?

Hey, Piper, how's Hawaii?

I don't know. I haven't stopped working
since I got off the plane.

- Sure, rub it in.
- Excuse me?

Nothing. Hey, can I call you back?

I'm in the middle of something
right now.

Sure. I just wanted to make sure
you guys were all right.

- Here you go.
- Do you miss me?

- More than you know, sweetie.
- Good. I love you.

- We love you too. Bye.
- Bye.

Why didn't you tell her
about Jackson Ward?

Why worry her? The power of three
can't vanquish him. It's up to us.

Look, Phoebe, obviously, we have
some issues to deal with,

but they're not gonna be
resolved overnight.

So in the meantime, we need to figure
out a way to stop Jackson Ward

before he hurts any more innocent
people, okay?

I agree.

Okay. So did we actually just reach
a compromise?

- Wait a sec.
- You got it.

We're gonna put you up in a hotel
for a little while,

under police protection, at least until
we catch whoever's trying to hurt you.

Okay?

Okay.

I'm not crazy, am I?
You saw it too, didn't you?

Yeah, I did.

But let's just keep it our little secret
for now, okay?

- Who was that?
- Someone who got attacked.

Attacked? By who? Why?

Iris Beiderman, the jury foreperson
who helped convict Ward.

Now, how about that?

- Look, Morris...
- Don't "Look, Morris" me, man.

You go flying out of here with that file,
you just come back

with somebody in that file who just
happened to have been attacked.

Wanna tell me what's going on?

I told you, I can't, okay? I'm sorry.

Fine, whatever. It's your funeral.

What's that supposed to mean?

They told me not to
say anything to you.

- Who did?
- Internal Affairs.

They got you in their cross hairs.

Interviewed me for over two hours.
Wouldn't tell me what it was about.

Asked a lot of questions about you.

Watch your back, bro.

Well, it's the same story.
One of us has to literally die

in order to vanquish
the evil spirit.

- Any volunteers?
- Actually, maybe.

But before that, we need to figure out
a way to find Ward first.

We can't count on your seeing
his next victim,

even though Andy left us the
letter opener to try.

Wait a minute. I think that there's
something in here

about luring evil spirits.

A potion.

"To lure an evil spirit.

Mix equal parts of mercury and acid
with the blood

of one of the spirit's victims,
then pour it over his grave."

Okay, that's disgusting.

We can get the blood
from the letter opener,

but how are we gonna find
Ward's grave?

You know what? I read on the Web:

"His ashes were interred at his family
mausoleum in Palo Alto."

Great, it just might work.

Yeah, but if it does work,
he'll be coming after us.

I hate cemeteries at night.

I hate cemeteries at day.
What was that?

Probably a zombie or a vampire.

Great, where's Buffy when you
need her?

Okay, perfect. There it is.
"Jackson Ward."

Do you have the picture?

"Hey, Jackson, let's party"?

Okay, well, I couldn't think
of anything else to write.

- Could we just do this and hurry?
- Okay.

- Okay. All right, let's go.
- Yeah, let's go.

- What's happening?
- Witchcraft. Sucks, doesn't it?

You should've helped me get
to them before, when I asked.

- How do I get them now?
- Visit your grave.

Hi, we're not home.
You know the drill.

Prue, it's Andy.
I gotta give you something.

Gotta get it out of here.
I'll explain when I get there.

Inspector Trudeau? Internal Affairs.
Let's talk.

Series of women murdered
with an occult knife.

Prime suspect missing.

Series of victims with curious holes
burned into their foreheads.

Prime suspect missing.

Victims found in a locked room with
every bone in their bodies broken.

Victims literally scared to death.
The list goes on and on.

You know what they all have
in common?

- We've been through this already.
- They're all unsolved cases, Trudeau.

- And they're all yours and Morris'.
- We've solved plenty of other cases.

But you haven't solved these.

So the question is why?

- What are you hiding?
- I'm not hiding anything.

You guys spy on your wives too?

Why did you check the murder
weapon out?

- I was following a hunch.
- Really?

Or were you following a ghost?
Word's out, Trudeau.

You specialize in the...
What did Inspector Blakely call it?

- The freaky cases.
- The freaky cases.

You're a good cop.
I've seen your jacket.

Up until last year, you were headed
for captain.

Now you've got all these weird,
unsolved cases.

What happened to you, man?
What changed?

Are you covering for somebody?
Is that it? Morris, maybe?

- Don't hang this on Morris.
- Then who do we hang it on?

Look, I told you my story.
You don't believe me,

you take my hardware right now
and you charge me.

Otherwise, drop dead.

Maybe it didn't work.
Maybe he's not coming.

Well, at least if he is coming,
we are definitely ready for him.

- What exactly is that?
- One killer cocktail, literally.

A little bit of oleander,
some jimsonweed,

bloodroot, among other things.
Stops the heart immediately.

Okay, you're scaring me.
Where did you learn to do that?

- The Book of Shadows.
- Where, under "Dr Kevorkian"?

Whoever takes it
can be revived with CPR.

The only catch is it has to be done

within four minutes to avoid
brain damage.

Okay, Prue, that's a pretty big catch.

Yeah, well,
it's the only way to say the spell.

It's the only chance that we have of
sending Ward where he belongs.

But who does it?
How do we decide that?

I'll do it.

No.

Call it. Heads or tails.
And no fair, using your power.

Tails.

- I win.
- You mean you lose.

- Oh, well, only if you don't revive me.
- No pressure.

Phoebe, I have total confidence in you.

I'm scared, Prue.
I mean, I'm really scared.

- I think we've gone too far this time.
- We're doing what we have to do.

I wish Piper were here.

The swing vote,
the voice of reason.

Look, Phoebe, I never realized
how much I probably

do take you for granted, and not just

for what you do
around the house, either.

Sure. You're just saying that because
you're about to die.

No. You were right about last night.
I was upset because I thought

that you were slacking off.
But the truth is, you weren't.

You were trying to find out who
the ghost was, and thank God you did.

Yeah, but I totally overreacted.
I'm the one that's upset with myself

- for not working for a living.
- You do work.

I know, Prue. I work around the house.
But I want a job. I want a real job.

And you will find one,
when you're ready.

I can't remember the last time
we talked like this.

Hi, we're not home.
You know the drill.

Prue, it's Claire. You're late.
You're fired.

Phoebe, duck!

Okay, Prue, I got him.
You just hurry!

You're making this too easy, lady.

What the hell's going on?

Ashes to ashes, spirit to spirit
Take his soul, banish this evil

No!

Prue, are you home?

Ashes to ashes, spirit to spirit
Take his soul, banish this evil

Prue?

Prue.

Ashes to ashes, spirit to spirit
Take his soul, banish this evil

Prue.

Come on.

Andy, don't, not yet.

This is even better.
Now I get to kill a cop too.

Andy, behind you!

Ashes to ashes, spirit to spirit
Take his soul, banish this evil

- Who are you?
- I was hoping

to take you or your sister.

But it looks like your soul is safe.

For now.

Come on.

Slow breaths.

- Am I alive?
- Yeah, you are. Thank God.

What happened?

Is the ghost toast?

I'm sorry, Prue,
but I've made up my mind.

Claire, you cannot fire me, okay?
I love this job. I need this job.

I told you I wouldn't tolerate any more
unexplained absences.

Excuse me, Ms Pryce.
I'm sorry to interrupt.

I just wanted to stop by
and say thank you.

- Thank you, inspector? For what?
- For letting us borrow Ms Halliwell.

See, an Asian gang was smuggling
exotic jewellery antiques.

She helped us set up a sting,
bust their operation.

Really? Prue never mentioned
any of this to me before.

Well, she couldn't compromise
her cover.

You're welcome to call my superior,
Inspector Morris,

and file a reimbursement claim,
if you'd like.

No, that won't be necessary.

Soon as you're done here,
we need to talk.

I think I'm more than done here.

Oh, Prue.

Don't forget about our lunch
with the investors.

- Wouldn't want you to be late.
- I won't be. Thanks.

- I cannot believe you did that.
- Least I could do.

After all,
you did help us bust somebody.

- Sure, he was already dead, but still...
- Well, thank you.

You're welcome.

Listen, Prue, I've done some thinking
about the truth spell,

and I'm still kind of trying to sort
my feelings out.

But I've kind of come to the conclusion
that no matter whether I had a minute,

a month or a year to think about it,

it wouldn't change the truth.

It may sound boring, but I know that
someday I want to have a normal life

to come home to. You know,
with a white picket fence,

a two-car garage,
a screaming kid.

But no demons.

Maybe it's because of all the evil I deal
with every day on the job. I don't know.

You don't have to explain.
I understand.

Believe me, I wouldn't wanna come
home to it either, if I could avoid it,

but I can't.

You can.

So did you burn Andy's file like
he suggested?

Yeah, and you should've seen it.

Turns out he knew a lot more about us
than he was letting on.

Still doesn't explain how he could
hear a ghost.

- What do you mean?
- When you were a spirit,

you said you yelled out to him,

and that's what made him
turn around in time.

- How could he hear you?
- I don't know.

- Hi.
- Piper.

I thought you weren't coming
back till tomorrow.

I took an earlier flight. I had this terrible
feeling that you guys were...

What?

Oh, I don't know,
at each other's throats, maybe.

- Us?
- Are you kidding?

Never.

So nothing happened
while I was gone?

Just, you know, the same old
boring stuff.

- Hey, you need a hand?
- That would be great. Thanks.

Sure.

It's good to see you.