Episode Report Card Demian: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Black as the Bitter, Bitter Heart Of Brad Kern
By Demian | Season 4 | Episode 8 | Aired on 11.14.2001
Mausoleum's mausoleum. Cole cautiously snakes down the stairs, trailed by Raige and Piper. They make their way across the stone floor before Cole, sensing a trap, yanks Raige back from one of the flagstones. He orders the women to back away and tosses a hefty candle holder onto the floor. A gout of flame leaps into the air as a ring of fire quickly races in towards the center. The flame erupts into a collapsing pillar of fire that disappears into the floor. The three rush forward, but the Garthalike is nowhere to be seen. Cole quickly supposes that his initial instinct was wrong. The Garthalike isn't after the sisters; he's after Cole. Remember way back when the Garthalike gutted the blonde and left her corpse behind but FBOD'd the phone guy? It wasn't just to give Dorian Gregory some lines. It was to lure the Halliwells, knowing that wherever they turned up, Cole was certain to follow. Smooth. Very smooth. The three determine that Phoebe is in grave danger, and head back to the Manor.
Manor hall. Phoebe enters and calls out for Cole. The Garthalike squiggles in behind her, placing her in a choke hold while menacing with his knife. Phoebe asks him what he wants. He wants the same thing she does, he reveals: "Only I call him Belthazor." He glances down at the carpet, where Phoebe's fallen purse has disgorged its contents. He notes the vial of Demon Be Gone and adds, "And I don't need a potion to vanquish him." Phoebe goggles. The Garthalike squiggles us all into commercial.
Manor hall. The three from the cemetery barge in to note Phoebe's discarded purse. Cole tells the mausoleum Ps to check the cellar while he heads upstairs.
Attic. Phoebe's bound to a chair. The Garthalike makes with the menacing. Phoebe must be "something special, to turn a demon." Whatever. We all know you're toast by the end of the evening, so let's just move this along, okay, hon? He tells Phoebe that by lessening the Eeevil of the Colethazor, she also managed to lessen his demonic strength. Only he's so very boring in doing so. He leans in to nuzzle her ear as Cole bursts through the door. Threats. Promises of disembowelment. "Cole, leave. He's bluffing." More threats. You look like Garth Brooks. Shut up. Forever. Cole finally whispers a gentle question to Phoebe: "You remember what I told you? What I asked you to do?" Phoebe pleads with him to go. Cole takes a long moment to gaze upon her, then unhinges his jaw in an earsplitting wail. Phoebe averts her eyes. Cole morphs up into Belthazor. The Garthalike follows his lead. Manly Flaming Balls Of Death are tossed hither and yon. Meaty pounding of fists. The Garthalike squeezes Belthazor in a bone-crunching embrace that comes across as far more kinky than I'm certain they thought it would be. The sounds of struggle reach the mausoleum Ps in the parlor. They scurry up the stairs. The Garthalike flips Belthazor face down on a desk and starts dry-humping him. You think I'm making this up? I wish I were. Belthazor rears his ass into the air, sending the Garthalike to the ceiling. After the Garthalike has come crashing back to the floor, Belthazor grabs the Garthalike's dagger and prepares to hack through him. The battling demons suddenly freeze. Ladies and gentlemen, Piper is in the house!