Episode Report Card Demian: B+ | 1 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT That Plot Hole Episode
By Demian | Season 1 | Episode 17 | Aired on 04.06.1999
Over in what will eventually become Trudeau Memorial, Formerly Andy's House Of Beef, Formerly The Loneliest Precinct House In The World, Prue, Piper, and Phoebe cool their heels in a holding cell with a couple of prostitutes. Heh. A-heh heh heh heh. Piper bitches about their dire predicament as Phoebe finally behaves according to character and makes the entire situation all about her. She thinks that perhaps this setback is a blessing in disguise, as it might allow them more time with their mother. Perhaps they might even be able to prevent The Swim That Needs No Towel. Perhaps they were destined to remain trapped in the past, right? Right? Wrong! Thanks for playing, Feebs. Fortunately, Finola arrives at the lock-up just as I was about to start tossing ashtrays at the TV screen. Finola gets right to the point: "How did you know I was pregnant, and who are you people?" "We're your daughters, Mom," Phoebe bubbles. Finola glares. Piper and Prue bite their lips and avert their dual gaze into the oncoming commercial break.
And we're back. The Ps plus Finola cross through the station parking lot, scattering explanations, backstory, and exposition as they go. Finola gets misty-eyed, calling her daughters' trip through time a "miracle," and lovingly informs Phoebe that she was named for Finola's "favorite aunt." She's also forced to admit that she already entered into the pact with Nasty Nicky in order to save their lives, but assures them that, working together with Grams, they should be able to figure out a way to defeat him. "[Grams] is going to be so thrilled to see you," Finola coos. "The Charmed Ones!"
Cut to Grams in the Manor parlor, sneering, "Where was I born?" Hee! Grams is, of course, quizzing the gals to ensure that they're not warlocks. Prue smirks and replies, "Boston, in a hotel room. Breech." I'll leave it to you good people to hash out what Pre-Piper and Pre-Dan were doing in Boston at the time over in the forums. "What was my husband's name?" Grams asks, with an arched brow. "Which husband?" Prue counters. Grams then asks for information on Melinda Warren and the secret ingredient in her blueberry cobbler. Receiving satisfactory answers to both inquiries, she immediately demands, "What's IBM selling at in your time?" Atta girl. But you really should look into Microsoft. Just saying. Finola hisses, "This is not the time for personal gain!" Grams and Finola's subsequent back-and-forth bickering regarding proper investment strategies makes me giggle before Grams returns her attention to the Glamorous Ladies and beams, "I always knew I'd deliver the Charmed Ones." Finola chokes on her tongue. "Once removed, of course," Grams hastily adds. God, I love this woman.