Episode Report Card Demian: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Long Live The (Drag) Queen
By Demian | Season 4 | Episode 20 | Aired on 05.01.2002
Oh, like you really thought she'd let him kill them. Please.
The Mystical Crysticals Of Demonic Entrapment flare up, as is their wont. Piper chants, "Prudence, Penelope, Patricia, Melinda." Flames lick at The Sole's expensive loafers. Phoebe continues, choking back sobs, "Astrid, Helena, Laura, and Grace." The Sole's getting mighty warm in there as the flames leap up to his chest. "I'll always love you," he sweats. Raige chimes in with, "Halliwell witches, stand strong beside us." Phoebe begins the final line herself, but is quickly joined by Piper and Raige: "Vanquish this evil from time and space." The Sole explodes. The force of the blast shatters the glass in the French doors, then blows the doors themselves outwards off their hinges. The Dolt is sad. Shut up, Dolt. Phoebe brushes hair from her face, gasps, and wanders over to the little pile of Cole ash alone.
Manor. An ovary who thinks she's Joni Mitchell but is sorely, sadly mistaken warbles something unintelligible about a tiny dancer that has nothing to do with holding said dancer closer. I think. Piper gazes up the stairs from the hallway below. The Dolt approacheth. "Why don't you go up and see her?" he asks. Piper, fretful in a low-key sort of way, doesn't know what to say. Raige walks in through the front door and sets her purse on the much-abused marble-topped entry table. "How's she doing?" Raige asks. "I don't know," Piper lames. "She hasn't come down yet." "How long you been standing there?" counters Raige, raising her eyebrows slightly. Piper concedes the point. The gals head up the stairs. Piper makes it to the landing before spinning around and nervously blurting, "What if she wants to be alone?" "She's going to be alone a lot," Raige notes gently. "Maybe right now she needs us." Piper and Raige lock eyes for a moment. Piper, perhaps realizing Raige could teach even Piper herself a thing or two about grief, agrees with a sharp "Right." The two disappear upstairs. Nice little scene there, with the glaring exception of the Dolt, who even now broods at the foot of the stairs, all silent pillar of manly flannel strength in this, their time of need. Shut up, Dolt.
Bimbo Boudoir. Piper and Raige slip quietly through the door. Phoebe lies sobbing on her bed, her face turned towards the window. Piper wordlessly eases herself onto the bed behind Phoebe, wrapping her arms around her from behind. Raige hesitates, then lies down in front of Phoebe, taking Phoebe's hand in her own and drawing Phoebe's arm around her waist. Piper strokes Phoebe's hair and kisses her head. Raige remains silent. Phoebe blows snot all over the back of Raige's head as the shot shifts to an overhead of the three women embracing and we fade to black.