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Day One

Morning - Halliwell Manor - Living Room

Phoebe was sitting on the couch, meditating, trying to call a premonition. Parker was sitting down, eating popcorn. Poppy, Prue and Piper were looking around.

"Have you seen my purse?" Piper asked.

"In the kitchen," Poppy answered.

"Have you seen my keys?" Prue asked.

"They're by the TV," Poppy answered.

"I can't find my plane ticket," Piper told them. "Did I give it to you?"

"Maybe you packed it," Poppy told her.

"I didn't pack it, I just saw it," Piper told them.

Phoebe was holding Piper's plane ticket, trying to have a premonition, which worked. "I can't believe it. It worked."

"Found it," Poppy told them, taking the plane ticket from Phoebe, handing it to Piper.

"Thank God," Piper told them. She looked at Phoebe. "Didn't you hear me looking for this? What are you doing on the furniture?"

"No, you don't understand," Phoebe told her. "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," Piper told them sarcastically. "If I don't get to Honolulu for the convention, my boss will fire me."

"Well, we can't let that happen, especially since my job is hanging by a thread as it is," Prue told them.

"Since when?" Parker asked.

"Oh, since all the demon hunting time off I've been taking lately," Prue answered.

"I am so behind," Piper told them. "I didn't go shopping, or pay the bills, or call the cable guy, or cancel my hair appointment."

"Don't worry about it, Piper," Parker told her, eating popcorn. "I'll do it."

"You sure?" Piper asked.

"Yeah, I mean, you've got time, right?" Poppy asked. "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, whoa, whoa," Piper told them. "I just realized the four of you haven't really ever been alone together."

"Piper, we're big girls now," Phoebe told her. "If Prue and I need a buffer, Parker and Poppy can play buffers just fine."

Parker and Poppy nodded, waving.

"All right, what about demon stuff?" Piper asked. "What if something happens and you need the Power of Five?"

"Well, then the Power of Four will just have to do since we can't do more," Poppy answered.

"Good one," Parker told her.

"All right, let's go," Prue told them. "Um, hey, Phoebe, will you pick up my dry cleaning on the way back from the market, please?"

"And talk to the gardeners about the weeds," Piper added.

"Oh, and light bulbs, we need light bulbs," Prue told them.

"Sure, we'll just add it to the list," Parker told them sarcastically, writing it all down.

"Great, thanks, bye," Piper told them.

"Go, go, go," Prue told her.

Piper and Prue walked out of the house quickly.

Parker looked at Phoebe and Poppy. "We're not even married, and we're already housewives."

Poppy chuckled.

The phone rang.

Phoebe answered the phone. "Hello? Hey, Marianne. Oh, jeez, I completely forgot about Alcatraz. I can't go, I have a million errands to run with Poppy and Parker. You know, I--I'll be right over."

Phoebe stood, walking out of the house.

Poppy and Parker gave Phoebe a look for leaving them to do it all, exchanging a look of disbelief, scoffing.

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Alcatraz - Cells

A soul collector, a female one, was hovering here, talking to a ghost named Jackson. "You don't seriously plan on spending the rest of eternity around here, do you?"

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

"Who are you kidding, Jackson?" the soul collector asked. "You've been stuck here ever since they executed you. 36 long years trapped between life and death."

Jackson shrugged. "Big deal. I've learned how to do things in that time. Break the physical plane. Prepare for my revenge."

"Revenge?" the soul collector. "How mortal."

Jackson glared at her. "Go to hell."

The soul collector smirked. "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 going to get your little hands on this one, lady, so just forget it," Jackson told her.

"Don't worry, Jackson," the soul collector told them. "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?" Jackson asked.

"If you let me get you off the island, get your revenge, the witches will try to stop you," the soul collector explained. "And the only way to do that is to become vulnerable to me. Then I'll have them right where I want them. Speaking of witches..."

A group of people, including Phoebe, were taking a tour.

"28 inmates died here, nine by attempting to escape, four by execution," the tour guide explained. "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."

A man was mocking this. "The ghost. Oh, jeez."

"Let's see if he's in, shall we?" the tour guide asked, opening the cell, going in, closing the door. "Now if you listen closely, you can actually hear the ghost cries. Shh, there. Hear him?"

Jackson rolled his eyes. "What an idiot."

The soul collector smirked. "Look at him as your 'get out of jail free' card."

The soul collector waved a clenched hand toward the tour guide, who dropped dead.

Marianne gasped. "Oh, my God."

"Marianne, call 911," Phoebe told her, running to help the tour guide, but couldn't while he was in the cell. She saw Jackson. "What did you do? Who are you?"

"You can see me?" Jackson asked in surprise.

"Forget her for now," the soul collector told him. "There's your ride off the island. Hop in."

"Oh, no," Phoebe said. "No!"

Jackson went into the tour guide's body.

The soul collector smiled. "Hope you enjoyed the tour. See ya."

The soul collector disappeared with a flicker of flames. Phoebe looked around to see people staring at her, very nervous.

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Power of Five

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The song playing during the aerial shots of San Francisco this episode/chapter was Raining by Kim Divine.

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Alcatraz

The tour guide's body was zipped up in a body bag. The police were questioning Phoebe.

(Song Ends)

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Bucklands 

Claire and Prue were working.

"In all honestly, Prue, if it weren't for you, I'm not sure the auction house would've been able to stave off bankruptcy."

Prue nodded humbly. "Thank you."

Claire shook her head. "No, don't thank me yet. Now, I have tolerated your unexplained absences and the endless family emergencies, but no more. Buyers interested in purchasing Bucklands will be visiting in the next two days, and it's important that 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," Prue answered.

Claire nodded.

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Halliwell Manor - Living Room

Parker and Poppy had been doing all the errands.

Phoebe had just gotten home. "Hey, have you ever heard of the ghost of Alcatraz?"

"Are you kidding?" Parker asked. "This is why you ditched us to take care of everything?"

"No, Parker, you don't understand," Phoebe told her. "I think the ghost really exists."

"Did you see it?" Poppy asked.

"Ah, yes," Phoebe answered. "Actually, I think I saw two ghosts, or the other one may be something else. I'm not really sure."

"Phoebe, cut to the point," Parker told her.

"Anyway, I did some research, and I found out that some evil spirits need a dead body to transport them across water," Phoebe explained.

"And you think that's what this ghost is doing?" Poppy asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Phoebe answered. "Okay, Poppy, if this ghost is on the mainland..."

Parker sighed. "All right, let's get to researching."

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Police Station

Andy and Darryl were there.

"Did you take some of the old case files home with you by any chance, Andy?" Darryl asked.

Andy shook his head. "No, why?"

"We're missing a couple," Darryl answered. "Hope the captain's not reviewing them. You wanna talk about it?"

"Talk about what?" Andy asked.

"About why you've been walking around here like a zombie lately," Darryl answered. "Like, ever since you ran into Prue again. Come on, what's up?"

Andy sighed. "I wish I could tell you. I really do. I just have to work things out on my own first."

Inspector Blakely walked in. "Okay, you guy are the experts on the freaky cases, figure this one out. A 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."

Blakely showed them a photo of the knife.

"Solid thumbprint," Andy told them.

"Yeah, but we didn't get it from dusting," Blakely explained. "We got it from fluoroscoping."

"Ultraviolent fingerprint?" Darryl asked. "Never heard of that."

Blakely nodded in agreement. "We ran the print. This is where it gets freaky. It matches up to Jackson Ward, the serial killer that was executed in Alcatraz 36 years ago."

"Are you sure about this?" Andy asked.

"Checked it twice," Blakely explained.

"Dead guy's prints on a murder weapon?" Darryl asked. "It's gotta be a mistake."

"Can I borrow this?" Andy asked, taking the file, standing.

Blakely frowned. "Whoa, where you going?"

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Halliwell Manor - Kitchen

Parker, Poppy and Phoebe were in the kitchen, researching.

Prue walked in. "Phoebe, Poppy, Parker, I'm home." She saw that the dishes were done, but that the fridge was empty. "You didn't go to the market yet?"

"Uh, no, we sort of got side tracked with this ghost research," Poppy answered. "Besides, there isn't enough money in the household account."

"Well, you should've told me," Prue told them. "I would've had some transferred in. What about the dry cleaning?"

"I will go tomorrow, I swear," Phoebe told her.

"I wanted to wear that suit to work tomorrow," Prue told them.

"Look, I know that we promised to do all this, but this just seemed more important," Parker told her.

"You two aren't gonna get into a fight already, are you?" Poppy asked. "I mean, I wouldn't want to prove Piper right."

The doorbell rang.

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Foyer

Prue went to go answer the door for Andy. "Andy, hi."

"Hi," Andy told her.

"I was wondering if I'd see you again," Prue told him. "I thought you might be mad at me."

Andy shook his head. "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 you're okay with it?" Prue asked.

"Actually, I'm here on a case," Andy answered. "A kind of case where frankly before, I'd probably be looking for a more logical explanation."

"Well, come on in," Prue told him. They walked inside toward Phoebe, Parker and Poppy. "What's the case?"

"The son of a former DA was brutally murdered," Andy answered. "The only quote-unquote evidence points to the last man executed on Alcatraz before it was closed down."

"Jackson Ward," Phoebe told them.

"How did you know that?" Andy asked.

"Yeah, how did you know that?" Prue asked.

"We were trying to figure out who the ghost of Alcatraz was," Parker answered. "Jackson Ward's name was at the top of the list."

"Ghost?" Andy repeated.

"Yeah," Poppy answered. She pointed to the picture of the knife in the file Andy was holding. "Hey, what's that?"

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

"Could be the ghost's ectoplasm," Poppy told them. "Its' outside the visual spectrum. Book of Shadows."

"Ectoplasm?" Andy asked.

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

Andy showed them the picture.

"Yep, that's him," Phoebe told them. "Amazing."

"Very," Parker told them sarcastically. "And what about his former DA's son? Did Ward know him?"

"Ward knew his father," Andy answered. "He was the prosecutor who convicted him."

"Coincidence?" Poppy asked. "I think not. It's got to be the ghost that got off Alcatraz."

Andy was staring out of the window.

"Andy, are you okay?" Parker asked.

"I don't know," Andy admitted. "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," Phoebe told him.

Prue gave her a look. "Pheebs."

"But if you're right, if it is the ghost of Jackson Ward, who is the killer, how do I stop him from killing again?" Andy asked.

The four sisters exchanged a look.

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Night - Courthouse - Judge Renault's Office

Jackson literally walked through the door, turning off the light. Renault turned on his desk lamp.

Jackson smirked. "Judge Renault. Long time, no see. You could've shown me some mercy giving me life in prison. But you wanted me put to death."

Jackson picked up the name plate.

"What's going on?" Renault asked. "Who's there?"

Jackson pulled on Renault's tie so tightly to strangle him. "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?"

Jackson grabbed a letter opener, stabbing the judge to death.

The soul collector appeared. "I helped you get your revenge. Now it's your turn to help me get a witch."

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

Jackson continued to stab the judge.

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The place was a crime scene now.

Darryl inspected the body. "13 stab wounds, circular pattern, just like the other victim."

Andy nodded. "Matches Jackson Ward's MO, too."

"Must be a copycat killer," Darryl told him.

"How would he know?" Andy asked. "The MO was never released to the public. Can I see that?"

Andy looked at the CSI Detective that had the letter opener.

"I've already dusted for prints and nothing," CSI told him.

"Did you fluoroscope it?" Andy asked.

"What?" the CSI asked. Andy shone a blue light above the letter opener, revealing an ultraviolet finger print. "What the hell is that?"

Andy sighed, shaking his head. "Don't ask." He looked at Darryl. "Ten bucks says it matches Ward's."

"Andy, don't go jumping off the deep end on me, okay?" Darryl asked. "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," Andy told him, grabbing his coat and bag.

"Where are you going?" Darryl asked.

Andy sighed. "Look, have someone put together a list of potential victims. Anybody who had anything to do with his conviction."

"Andy, wait," Darryl told him. Andy left. "Wait."

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Day Two

Morning - Bucklands

The clients were there waiting, looking at their watches.

"I'm sure Prue will be here shortly," Claire told them. "She has a lot of... family emergencies."

Prue walked in. "Oh, Claire, I am so sorry."

"Prue, let me introduce you," Claire told her. "This is Mr. Yakihama, head of Acquisitions. Mr. Yakihama, this is Prue Halliwell, one of our top specialists."

Prue shook his hand. "Hi. Nice to meet you, sir."

Yakihama nodded in agreement. "Nice to meet you too. I trust that everything is all right with your family."

A girl named Monique walked in with Andy behind her. "Excuse me, Prue."

"Not now, Monique," Prue told her.

Claire looked at Andy. "May I help you?"

"Yeah," Andy answered. "I need to see Miss Halliwell. It's police business."

Prue sighed. "Excuse me."

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Hallway

Prue turned to face Andy. "Are you trying to get me fired?"

"I think Jackson Ward has killed again, Prue," Andy told her.

Prue took this in, nodding. "Great. That's great. Why don't you just wait here a second? I'll take care of everything." She walked back into the meeting room. "Hi."

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Halliwell Manor - Attic

Phoebe, Parker and Poppy were in the attic, looking through the Book of Shadows.

Prue called from downstairs. "Phoebe? Parker? Poppy?"

"Yeah, we're up in the attic," Poppy called.

Prue walked in, leading Andy with her.

Andy looked around. "I always wondered what was up here."

Parker saw Andy, trying to hide the book. "Prue, the Book of Shad-a-ba-bows."

"No, no, no, it's okay," Prue told them. "I already told him about it. Look, Jackson Ward has killed again. We have to figure out a way to stop them. Have you found anything?"

"Not really," Parker answered. "I mean, there is 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," Prue told them.

"Well, actually there is one spell, but I don't think we're gonna want to use it," Poppy told them.

"Why not?" Prue asked. "I mean, if it needs the Power of Five, we can always call Piper, right?"

"No, that's not the problem," Phoebe told her. "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?" Prue asked.

"Our spirits would have to say it," Parker answered. "Meaning one of us would have to die for it to actually work."

"Keep looking," Prue told them.

Poppy nodded in agreement. "Right."

"I've always believed there was another world behind or beyond this one," Andy told them. "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," Prue told him. "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."

"Welcome, to our little shop of horrors," Parker told him.

The Book of Shadows started to flip through its pages.

"Are you doing that?" Andy asked.

"No, it just sometimes does it on its own," Poppy answered.

It opened up to the truth spell.

Andy looked at it in confusion. "The truth spell?"

Phoebe looked at Prue. "That's weird that it would open up to that page with Andy standing right here."

"There has to be a mistake, Phoebe," Prue told her, turning the pages.

"Or maybe there's a reason, Prue," Parker told her.

Parker turned the pages back to the truth spell.

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Foyer

Andy and Prue were walking downstairs.

"You did what last year?" Andy asked.

"Look, I just wanted to see how you would react to finding out I was a witch," Prue answered.

"So you cast a truth spell on me?" Andy asked. "Why didn't you just ask."

"Oh, because I was afraid you'd freak out on me," Prue answered. "Which is exactly what you did, by the way, you just don't remember. Part of the spell."

Andy turned to face her. "Wait a minute. My reaction to your being a witch isn't the reason why we stopped seeing each other, is it?"

Prue sighed. "You're the one who wanted to stop seeing me first."

"Because you wouldn't tell me what your secret was," Andy replied.

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

"Freaked out?" Andy asked.

"Exactly," Prue answered. "Kinda like what you're doing right now."

"You haven't answered my question," Andy told her. "Did that have anything to do with why we stopped seeing each other?"

"Sorta," Prue answered. "Okay, yeah, it did."

"And just out of curiosity, how much time did you give me to react anyway?" Andy asked.

"Why?" Prue asked. "What difference does it make?"

"How much time?" Andy repeated.

"A minute," Prue answered. "Or two."

"A minute?" Andy repeated.

Prue nodded. "Or two. It--it was a 24 hour spell, all right? I was against the clock."

"And that's what you based your entire decision about us on?" Andy asked. "Prue, 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 deserve that. I think we deserved that."

Phoebe, Parker and Poppy walked downstairs to join them.

"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," Parker told them, sensing the tension. "Are we interrupting something?"

"No, we're done," Andy answered. "What do you mean, stop him from killing his next victim? How do we do that?"

Phoebe smiled. "I have a power, too, you know."

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Police Station - Evidence Storage Warehouse

Andy walked in, looking at an officer. "Excuse me. Inspector Andy Trudeau. I need the murder weapon for case R-13658."

The officer held out the sign in sheet. "Sign that. I'll go get it."

As Andy signed the sheet, the officer went to get the murder weapon, bringing it back.

Andy nodded. "Thanks."

Andy walked out.

The officer made a call. "Yeah, you told me to call if Trudeau showed. Yeah, he just left."

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Office

Andy walked toward Darryl. "Did you get that list of potential victims yet?"

"Still working on it," Darryl answered. "It's a lot of names. Especially when you add in the descendants. Where you been?"

Andy shook his head. "You don't wanna know."

"Really?" Darryl asked. "Try me."

"Maybe later, okay?" Andy asked. "I gotta go. I'll take what you've got so far. I'll check back with you later."

"We're partners, Andy," Darryl told him. "That means we work together."

"I know," Andy told him. "But this is an exception."

Andy left.

Inspector Rodriguez walked toward Darryl. "Inspector Morris. Inspector Rodriguez and Anderson, Internal Affairs. We need to talk to you about your partner."

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Outside - Car

The four sisters were in the car.

Andy walked out of the station with the murder weapon, getting into the car. "Okay, I got it. That's what Ward used to kill the judge." He handed the letter opener to Phoebe. "How exactly is this going to 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," Phoebe explained.

"Hopefully Jackson Ward's next victim," Poppy told them.

"Hopefully, if we're lucky," Parker told them. "It doesn't always work."

Phoebe held the letter opener, calling a premonition, seeing what happened, horrified. "Oh, my God."

"Are you all right?" Poppy asked.

"I, uh, I didn't just see it, Poppy, I felt it," Phoebe told her. "Her pain, her terror."

"Anyone of these look familiar?" Andy asked, handing a book of pictures to Phoebe. Phoebe looked through them, picking one out. "Iris Beiderman. The foreperson on the jury that convicted him."

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Iris's House

Jackson was in Iris' house, about to stab her. Andy kicked in the door for the four sisters. Parker used fire to shoot the knife out of Jackson's hand.

Jackson noticed Phoebe. "You again."

"You again?" Prue repeated. "What, you two have met?"

"Where is he?" Andy asked. "Is he still here?"

"Yeah, he's right there," Parker answered.

"Point him out, Parker," Andy told her.

Parker used fire to outline Jackson's ghostly form so Andy could see where he was.

"You can't keep saving her forever," Jackson told them.

"Prue, what's going on?" Andy asked.

"Or the others," Jackson told them. "Or yourselves."

Poppy tried to use her power against Jackson, but Jackson disappeared before she could hurt him.

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Halliwell Manor - Foyer

The four sisters walked into the manor.

Prue looked at the twins. "Parker, Poppy, I cannot believe you two lied to me about Phoebe going to Alcatraz and I cannot believe I had to hear about it from a ghost."

"We already apologized for that, okay?" Parker asked in annoyance.

"I just don't understand why you couldn't tell me the truth, especially about something as stupid about going to Alcatraz," Prue told them.

"I asked Parker and Poppy not to tell you the truth because I knew you'd go ballistic, and I thought I'd save all of us the drama," Phoebe told her.

"Why would I go ballistic over that?" Prue asked.

"Come on, Prue, give us a break," Poppy told her. "Just admit it. Why are you really mad?"

"Because you lied to me," Prue told them.

"No, you're really mad because as far as you're concerned, I was slacking off yesterday," Phoebe told her. "Which is pretty much what I do every day, right?"

"Where is this coming from?" Prue asked.

"It's coming from the fact that I know you're really pissed because I didn't do the grocery shopping or pick up your dry cleaning, or whatever else that you had Parker put on that stupid list," Phoebe answered.

"I am sorry that I asked you to do things around the house because I have to work," Prue told them sarcastically.

Phoebe turned to Parker and Poppy sarcastically. "See? Time it, twins, it took a whole sixty seconds before the 'w' word reared its ugly head."

"What are you talking about?" Poppy asked, exasperated.

"I'm talking about how Prue and Piper just automatically assumed that the three of us will take care of the house because we don't have real jobs," Phoebe answered.

"Now that's not true," Prue told them.

"Oh, no?" Phoebe asked. "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 Poppy, Parker and I were paid by the hour, we'd be millionaires by now."

"I cannot believe how you're turning this around," Prue told her.

"I cannot believe you're pretending that you don't have a problem," Phoebe replied.

"I don't," Prue told them.

"Okay, well, you know what?" Phoebe asked. "You just proved my point, my other point, which is we get absolutely no credit for all that we do around here. It's just assumed that we'll do it. Like that crack that you made to Piper yesterday morning. 'Don't worry, Piper. Parker, Phoebe and Poppy will do it, they've got time'."

"We do," Poppy told her.

"Yes, and that's exactly my point, my main point, Poppy," Phoebe told her. "You and Parker just got out of high school, so you're not assumed to get a job right away. But Prue is mad at me because I don't work."

Prue realized she was right, sighing. "Okay, maybe you're right."

"And that's why we lied to you," Parker told her. "Can we please just stop fighting before I give you guys something real to fight about?"

The phone rang.

Poppy answered the phone. "Hello?"

Piper was in Hawaii. "Hey, Poppy, how's it going?"

"Hey, Piper," Poppy told her, giving the other three sisters a significant look. "How's Hawaii?"

"I don't know, I haven't stopped working since I got off the plane," Piper told her.

"Hey, can we call you back?" Poppy asked. "We're sort of in the middle of something right now."

"Sure," Piper answered. "I just wanted to make sure you guys were all right. Do you miss me?"

"More than you know," Poppy answered.

"Good, I love you," Piper told her.

"I love you, too," Poppy told her.

"Bye, Poppy," Piper told her.

"Bye, Piper," Poppy replied, hanging up, turning to the other three sisters.

"Why didn't you tell her about Jackson Ward?" Parker asked.

"Why worry her?" Poppy asked. "The Power of Five can't vanquish him. It's up to us."

"Look, Phoebe, obviously we have some issues to deal with, and they're not gonna be resolved over night," Prue told her. "So, in the mean time, we need to figure out a way to stop Jackson Ward before he hurts anymore innocent people, okay?"

Phoebe nodded. "I agree."

Parker rolled her eyes. "About time. So, did we actually just reach a compromise?"

Prue and Phoebe gave Parker a look. Parker shrugged innocently. Poppy smiled.

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Police Station

Andy and Iris were there.

"We're gonna put you up in a hotel for a little while, Mrs. Beiderman, under police protection," Andy told her. "At least until we catch whoever's trying to hurt you. Okay?"

"I'm not crazy, am I?" Iris asked. "You saw it too, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did," Andy answered. "Let's just keep it our little secret for now, okay?"

Iris nodded, walking away.

Darryl walked toward Andy. "Who was that?"

"Someone who got attacked," Andy answered.

"Attacked?" Darryl repeated. "By who? Why?" He saw the sheet of paper with Iris's information on it. "Iris Beiderman. Jury foreperson who helped convict Ward. Now, how about that?"

"Look, Morris--" Andy started.

"Don't 'look, Morris' me," Darryl told him. "You go flying out of here with that file, you come back with somebody in that file who just happened to have been attacked. Wanna tell me what's going on?"

Andy shook his head. "I told you, I can't. I'm sorry."

"Well, fine, whatever," Darryl told him. "It's your funeral."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Andy asked.

"He told me not to say anything to you," Darryl told him.

"Who did?" Andy asked.

"Internal Affairs," Darryl answered. "They got you in their cross hairs. Interviewed me for over two hours. Wouldn't tell me what it's about. Asked a lot of questions about you. Watch your back, bro."

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Halliwell Manor - Kitchen

The four sisters were looking through the Book of Shadows.

"It's the same story," Poppy told them. "One of us would have to literally die in order to vanquish the evil spirit. Any volunteers?"

"Actually, maybe," Parker answered. "But before that, we need to figure out a way to find Ward first. I mean, we can't count on Phoebe seeing his next victim even though Andy left us the letter opener to try."

"Wait a minute," Poppy told them. "I think that there's something in here about luring evil spirits." She flipped through the pages, finding it. "A potion. 'To lure an evil spirit. Mix equal parts of mercury and acid with the blood of one of the spirit's victims, pour it over his grave.'. Okay, that's disgusting."

"Yeah, all right, we can get the blood from the letter opener, but how are we gonna find Ward's grave?" Parker asked.

"You know what?" Phoebe asked. "I read on the web, his ashes were interred at his family mausoleum in Palo Alto."

"Great, just might work," Prue told them.

"Yeah, if it does work, he'll be coming after us," Parker told them.

They looked at each other worriedly.

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Cemetery - Mausoleum

The four sisters walked toward the grave.

"Oh, I hate cemeteries at night," Prue told them.

"I hate cemeteries at day," Phoebe told them. They heard a noise. "What was that?"

Poppy shrugged. "Ah, probably a zombie or a vampire."

"Great, where's Buffy when you need her?" Parker asked sarcastically.

They found the grave.

"Okay, perfect, there it is, Jackson Ward," Prue told them. "Do you have the picture?" Phoebe handed a picture of Jackson to Prue. Prue read what was written on the picture. "'Hey, Jackson, let's party'?"

"Okay, well, I couldn't think of anything else to write," Phoebe told them. "Can we just do this and hurry?"

"Okay," Poppy told them, throwing the potion on the plaque, making it start to melt. "Okay, okay, all right, let's go."

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Street

Jackson was in pain, looking at his chest, which looked as if his skin was melting, screaming in pain. The soul collector appeared in a flicker of flame.

"What's happening?" Jackson asked.

"Witchcraft," the soul collector answered. "Sucks, doesn't it? You should've helped me get to them before, when I asked."

"How do I get to them now?" Jackson asked.

The soul collector smirked. "Visit your grave."

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Police Station

Andy was sitting at his desk, getting out Halliwell sister files, putting them in his bag.

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Outside

Andy walked outside, calling the Halliwell phone, leaving a voicemail. "Prue, it's Andy. I gotta give you something and you gotta get it outta there. I'll explain when I get there."

The two I.A. guys showed up.

"Inspector Trudeau?" Rodriguez asked. "Internal Affairs. Let's talk."

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Inside - Office

Anderson was sitting at a desk. Andy was sitting on a couch.

Rodriguez was pacing. "Series of women murdered with an occult knife, prime suspect missing. Series of victims with curious holes burned in their foreheads, prime suspect missing. Victims found in a locked room with every bone in their body 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," Andy told him.

"They're all unsolved cases, Trudeau," Rodriguez told him. "And they're all yours and Morris'."

"We've solved plenty of other cases," Andy told them.

"But you haven't solved these," Anderson replied.

"So the question is why?" Rodriguez asked. "What are you hiding?"

Andy scoffed. "I'm not hiding anything." They showed Andy a surveillance picture of him getting the letter opener. "You guys spy on your wives, too?"

"Why'd you check the murder weapon out, Inspector?" Rodriguez asked.

"I was following a hunch," Andy answered.

"Really?" Rodriguez asked. "Or were you following a ghost? Word's out, Trudeau. You specialize in the... what did Inspector Blakely call it?"

"The freaky cases," Anderson answered.

Rodriguez nodded in agreement. "The freaky cases. You're a good cop. I've seen your jacket. Up until last year, you were headed for captain. Now you got all these weird unsolved cases. What happened to you, man? What changed? Are you covering for someone, is that it? Morris, maybe?"

Andy glared at him. "Don't hang this on Morris."

"Then who do we hang it on?" Rodriguez asked.

"Look, I told you my story," Andy told them. "You don't believe me, you take my hardware right now and you charge me. Otherwise, drop dead."

Andy stormed out of the room.

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Day Three

Morning - Halliwell Manor - Kitchen

The sisters were back at the manor in the kitchen. Parker was making another potion.

"Maybe it didn't work," Phoebe told them. "Maybe he's not coming."

"Well, at least if he is coming, we are definitely ready for him," Parker told them.

"What exactly is that?" Prue asked.

"One killer cocktail," Parker answered. "Literally. Little bit of oleander, some jimsonweed, bloodwort, among other things. Stops the heart immediately."

"Okay, you're scaring me," Poppy told her. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"Book of Shadows," Parker answered.

"Where?" Phoebe asked. "Under Dr. Kevorkian?"

"Whoever takes it can be revived by CPR," Parker explained. "The only catch is it has to be done within four minutes to avoid brain damage."

"Okay, Parker, that's a pretty big catch," Prue told her.

"Yeah, well, it's the only way to say the spell," Parker told them. "It's the only chance we have of sending Ward where he belongs."

"But who does it?" Poppy asked. "How do we decide that?"

"I'll do it," Parker told them.

"No, you will not," Prue told her. "Absolutely not. I'll do it."

"Either way, it's losing, Prue," Poppy told her.

"Oh, well, only if you don't revive me," Prue told them.

"No pressure," Phoebe told them sarcastically.

"Phoebe, I have total confidence in all of you," Prue told her.

"I'm scared, Prue," Poppy told her. "I mean, I'm really scared. I think we've gone too far this time."

"We're doing what we have to do," Prue told them.

"I wish Piper were here," Phoebe told them. "The swing vote, the voice of reason."

Prue looked at her three sisters sadly. "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, 'cause you're about to die," Phoebe told her.

"No, you were right about last night," Prue told her. "I was upset because I thought you were slacking off, but the truth is, you weren't. You were trying to find out who the ghost was, and thank God, all of you did."

"Yeah, but I totally overreacted," Phoebe told them. "I mean, I'm the one that's upset with myself for not working for a living."

"You do work," Parker told her.

"I know, Parker, I work around the house, but I want a job, a real job," Phoebe explained.

"And you will find one," Poppy told her. "When you're ready." She smiled. "I can't remember the last time we all talked like this."

They smiled, embracing.

The phone rang. Claire's voice came over the answering machine. "Prue, it's Claire. You're late, you're fired."

Jackson walked through the wall, smashing a picture in the process, taking it, throwing it toward the sisters. The sisters ducked.

"Okay, Prue, we got him, you just hurry," Parker told her.

Prue drank the cocktail, collapsing to the floor.

Jackson hit Phoebe over the head, knocking her unconscious, turning to Parker and Poppy. "You're making this too easy, ladies." He grabbed a metal cake server. Parker used fire to make the server fly out of Jackson's hands, making it fall to the floor. Poppy used a burst of wind to shove Jackson back. Prue's spirit floated out of her body. "What the hell's going on?"

Prue started to chant. "Ashes to ashes, spirit to spirit, take his soul, banish this evil."

Jackson was in severe pain. "No!"

Jackson started to fade in and out, flickering over the kitchen. The twins looked around in confusion.

"Where did he go?" Poppy asked.

"Poppy, behind you," Parker told her.

Poppy ducked just as Jackson was about to hit her. Parker used a burst of fire to make Jackson stumble back.

Prue continued to the spell. "Ashes to ashes, spirit to spirit, take his soul, banish this evil."

Jackson yelled, disappearing. Once Jackson was gone, Parker and Poppy ran to revive Prue with CPR.

The soul collector appeared.

"Who are you?" Poppy asked.

"I was hoping to take you three, or your sister," the soul collector told them. "But it looks like your souls are safe. For now."

The soul collector disappeared.

Prue's spirit went back into her body as Parker and Poppy brought her back. She gasped awake, as they comforted her.

"Slow breaths," Poppy told her.

"Am I alive?" Prue asked.

"Yeah, you are," Parker answered. "Thank God."

Phoebe was waking up. "What happened? Is the ghost toast?"

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Bucklands - Prue's Office

Prue and Claire were talking.

"I'm sorry, Prue, but I've made up my mind," Claire told her.

"Claire, you cannot fire me," Prue told her. "I love this job. I need this job."

"I told you, I wouldn't tolerate any more unexplained absences," Claire told her.

Andy walked in. "Excuse me, Miss Price, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to stop by and say thank you."

"Thank you, Inspector?" Claire repeated.

"For letting me borrow Miss Halliwell," Andy told her. "See, an Asian gang went smuggling exotic jewelry and antiques. She helped us set up a sting, bust their operation."

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

"Well, she couldn't compromise her cover," Andy told her. "You're welcome to call my superior, Inspector Morris, and file a reimbursement claim, if you'd like."

Claire shook her head. "No, that won't be necessary."

Andy looked at Prue. "As soon as you're done here, we need to talk."

Prue sighed. "I think I'm more than done here."

They walked toward the door.

"Oh, uh, Prue?" Claire asked. "Don't forget about our lunch with the investors. Wouldn't want you to be late."

Prue smiled slightly. "I won't be. Thanks."

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Hallway

Prue and Andy walked into the hallway.

"I cannot believe you did that," Prue told her.

"It's the least I can do," Andy told her. "After all, you did help us bust somebody. Sure, he was already dead, but still..."

Prue smiled. "Well, thank you."

"You're welcome," Andy told her. "Listen, Prue, I've done some thinking about the truth spell, and well, I'm still trying to sort my feelings out, but I've kinda 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 someday, I want to have a normal life to come home to. 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."

Prue shook her head. "You don't have to explain. I understand. Believe me, I wouldn't want to come home to it either if I could avoid it, but I can't. You can."

Andy and Prue embraced.

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Halliwell Manor - Kitchen

The four sisters were bringing in groceries.

"So, did you burn Andy's files like he suggested?" Parker asked.

Prue smiled. "Yeah, you should have seen them. It turns out he knew a lot more about us than he was letting on."

"Awesome," Phoebe told them.

Piper walked in. "Hi."

The sisters smiled.

"Piper, yay," Poppy told her. "I thought you weren't coming back until tomorrow."

"I took an earlier flight," Piper explained. "I had this terrible feeling you guys were, um..."

"What?" Parker asked.

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

"Us?" Prue asked.

"Are you kidding?" Phoebe asked.

"Never," Prue told her.

Poppy and Parker gave Phoebe and Prue disbelieving looks.

Piper smiled. "So nothing happened while I was gone?"

Parker shook her head. "No, just the same old boring stuff." She looked at Prue as she was putting things up. "Hey, you need a hand?"

"Uh, yeah, that would be great, thanks, Parker," Prue told her.

The sisters all put the groceries away, smiling.