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
Meanwhile, back at the ass-kicking, Prue and Phoebe manage to demolish Grams's entire dining room set by breaking chair after chair over Nasty Nicky's back. Grams is so going to be happy when they're gone. The gals leave Nicky dazed on the floor and race back upstairs.
Once in the attic, Prue asks about the ring. Grams confirms that it's been un-blessed, but they haven't had time to test it. The good news is, 1999 time will resume exactly where it broke off for everyone involved, so Nicky The Nasty Nazi won't know if the ring works, either. While Prue's busy, oh, strategizing to save their lives in the future, Phoebe takes a time-out to snap a photo of Finola with the Wee Ps. Cow. They hastily bid each other goodbye once more as Nasty Nick hurtles up the stairs to attack. Finola and the Wee Ones recite the spell. The swirling cloud of glowing golf balls envelops the Ps, who vanish only to...
...reappear in their proper time frame. How do we know they're back in 1999? The director reversed the camera angle for the re-entry shot. The gals skitter over to the Book, and Phoebe frantically flips through the pages for a Nicky vanquish. The Nasty Nazi himself breaks through the door to threaten and sneer. Prue TKs him into a wardrobe. He rises almost immediately, but Piper freezes him. Meanwhile, Phoebe's found the "Nicholas Must Die" spell, which includes a "spell pouch at no extra charge." Thanks, Grams! Love ya! Piper and Prue futz with the spell pouch and a silver mortar while Phoebe recites the following:
Lavender, mimosa, holy thistle:
Cleanse this evil from our midst,
Scatter its cells throughout time --
Let this Nick no more exist!
Nicky The Nasty Nazi starts spinning around like -- well, a mirrored disco ball, really. He howls and moans before exploding into a spray of golden bits as a concussion ring bursts outwards through the room and his offending bauble drops harmlessly to the floorboards. "Wow," Prue blinks, holding the smoking mortar. "I'm really glad I never got on Grams's bad side." Wah. Wah. Waaaaaah!
Manor sun porch. Phoebe and Prue are seated with the pre-credits photo albums, ready for the Weekly Summation. Piper enters and places Nicky The Nasty Nazi's vase on the table. "What?" she asks in response to her sisters' silent, sullen glares. "I'm supposed to throw out perfectly good flowers because they came from a creep? If that was the rule, we'd never have flowers in this house." This segues into Phoebe admitting that she almost left a warning for Finola, because from the time the Feebs was tiny, every wish she made was for an opportunity to know the Teeth. Phoebe came to realize, however, that she "had to let go," so she decided to let her mother drown, scarring her eldest sister for life. Or something like that. Piper smiles indulgently as Prue rubs Phoebe's back and grins, "Maturity sucks, doesn't it?" Why are you asking her? Piper plucks a photo from the album and passes it to Phoebe. It is, of course, the one Phoebe snapped before leaving 1975. "It's a pretty good one of us," Piper opines, "but once again, Feebs, not a good one of you." "Are you kidding?" Phoebe cries. "That is the best picture of me I've ever taken!" The Glamorous Gals giggle as we fade to black.