Episode Report Card Demian: A | 7 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT All Hell Breaks Loose
By Demian | Season 3 | Episode 22 | Aired on 2001.05.17
Cavern. The Colethazor returns to find Phoebe and the Dolt engaged in a hushed conversation. They clam up and rise to greet him. He fills them in on the deal proposed by The Source. Phoebe can’t believe it. “Why would he think that I would accept an offer like that?” The Colethazor drops the dead sibling bomb. The Dolt thinks Cole’s bluffing. Cole shakes his head sadly. Deathly pause as Phoebe struggles to process this information, then we cut back up to the hospital. Eight more gentlemen in Special Forces drag pour through the main hallway and cautiously approach the Death Room. Inside, Prue mourns. She stares at Piper, noticing at last the various tubes and wires still attached to the body, and impatiently flicks them all away. Special Forces Pete enters the room, telling Prue to “keep [her] hands where [he] can see them and [she] won’t get hurt.” Prue is so over everything that’s happened today. She TKs Special Forces Pete out into the hall. When Special Forces Ivan moves in to take his place, she kicks his rifle out of his hand, then lands a boot to his chest which sends him flying out into the hall as well. Prue barricades the door with an upright from an IV stand and smacks off the lights. The Dolt orbs into the Room of Death. “They killed her, Leo,” Prue tells him. “They think we’re the demons now.” Because I like this episode so much, I won’t dwell on the fact that the Brian Krause snot-nosed “crying” “jag” that now appears on my television screen has destroyed any goodwill towards his character this episode has thus far engendered. He looks like one of the flying monkeys in The Wizard of Oz. Shut up, Dolt. And look at that. This episode is so good, Prue tells the Dolt to shut up for me. Thanks, Prue. The Dolt orbs back down to Hell. Prue hyperventilates some more after he leaves, then moves to Piper’s side to offer the reassurance that “[the Dolt] will fix it. Everything’s going to be fine.” Again with the old-Prue-equals-no-new-tricks thing. Honey, you’ve seen how Death immediately spirits away the essence (or whatever) of the deceased. Stop. Talking. To. Your. Sister’s. Corpse.