Episode Report Card Demian: D+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT We'll have an old-fashioned wedding.
By Demian | Season 4 | Episode 15 | Aired on 03.13.2002
Speaking of the new Source, The Sole sits at a table, measuring out potion ingredients on an old-fashioned set of scales. Nearby wooden racks hold various thin tubes of powders and whatnot, like he splurged on a junior chemistry set on his way from the Manor to this anonymous hotel room and is intent on whipping up a couple of homemade stink bombs for wacky wedding reception fun. Phoebe phones at that moment with "an emergency" -- she needs to hear his voice. Shut up, Phoebe. The Sole grins, then slyly switches the subject to Raige. "Maybe it's my imagination," he notes, "but [Raige] was a little weird at dinner." Just at dinner? Check the prescription for your contacts, my boy. Phoebe's all, "Really? I didn't notice." Sowing his dirty little seeds of discontent, The Sole natters on about how he doesn't think Raige approves of the marriage, but he didn't want to say anything, as doing so might drive a wedge between Phoebe and her sister. And, of course, he wouldn't want that to happen, given the effect it might have on the Power of Three and everything. The Sole sprinkles a pinch of something into a mortar. The mortar crackles and puffs out a small cloud of smoke. The Sole casually tells Phoebe not to worry as he shakes the powdery potion from the mortar into a small velvet pouch. He was probably reading something into Raige's demeanor that simply wasn't there, he tells her, then asks about the wedding dress. Phoebe admits that, what with all the last-minute preparations, she has yet to try it on. "When you do, I want you to picture me taking it off," he suggests. Phoebe and I smirk for entirely different reasons. I don't think the gown is quite his style, frankly. A knock at the door forces The Sole to cut the conversation short. He passes his hand over the cluttered array of vials and racks on the table, and the materials vanish. Stowing the pouch in his jacket pocket, The Sole crosses to find Darryl, the Dolt, and Daddy Dearest waiting behind the door. The Ds intend to throw a bachelor party right there in the room. The Dolt brought poker chips, Daddy Dearest brought porn (from his "private collection," and yes, feel free to gouge out your eyes with a fork at any time), and Darryl brought a taste for some mini-bar booze. Jackass. He couldn't grab a bottle of Chivas and a case of beer on the way over?
The Sole pretends he's delighted to be spending the evening with three total losers as the shot cuts to Raige in The Boudoir Of Fashion Horror. Raige deals out three stacks of tarot cards on her duvet and asks again, "What does the future have in store for Phoebe and Cole?" She turns up the same three cards as before, and proceeds to freak right on out of her room. She storms into the Bridal Boudoir to confront Piper with her misgivings. Piper, seated at her vanity and brushing her hair, takes one look at the last card and snorts, "Oh, please. This looks nothing like Death. [The Late Lamented] met him. I know." Snicker. Though you'd think Piper would know better than to dismiss Raige's concerns so blithely. Raige admits that Cole's a nice enough guy nowadays, but she insists she's receiving a message of some sort from the cards. Cole's past of "blood and bad karma" is not something Phoebe "can just walk away from." Piper drops the snark to suggest that the cards might reflect Raige's residual misgivings more than they represent Phoebe's future. Raige slumps against the table and allows Piper's point. Their chatter is interrupted by a shriek from above. Piper and Raige glance at each other, then race from the room.