Episode Report Card Demian: A | 7 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT All Hell Breaks Loose
By Demian | Season 3 | Episode 22 | Aired on 2001.05.17
Darryl cuts in with more bad news. “The captain wants me to bring you in for questioning.” Before Piper and Prue can bitch to him about that development, his cell phone rings. He moves off into the dining room to take the call as Prue crosses to Piper’s side. “Maybe when Phoebe’s done saving Cole, she can come back and save us,” she snarks. The Dolt orbs into the hall. Seems word of the Great Halliwell Unmasking of 2001 has reached the ears of TPTB. They’re concerned, but useless. As usual. Piper starts to piss and moan about this, but the Dolt cuts her short. Piper and Prue screwed up. If they don’t figure out a way to fix things, they run the risk of losing “all the good that [they’ve] done and all the good that [they] are meant to do.” Piper puts forth the proposition that perhaps the Great Unmasking was fated, that perhaps the sisters are not meant to continue with their witchy ways. Prue disagrees. She sees the current situation as the latest in a series of “tests” they’ve been given over the past year. Regardless, she and Piper “still have work to do.” “Doctor Griffiths?” Piper asks incredulously. Yep. Prue’s convinced Fruma-Shax will not be vanquished until Phoebe returns to complete the Power of Three. The Dolt was unaware of Phoebe’s little day trip to Hell. Prue tells him it’s not important at the moment. What is important is that the Dolt orb them over to Doctor Griffiths’s place of employment immediately. The Dolt can’t. TPTB are worried that Whitelighters might be exposed as well. Piper, as you might expect, does not take this news well. “Cowards!” she shrieks. Darryl returns from the dining room for a brief confab. He warns Prue against taking further action, as she may be endangering herself and her sister. Prue’s in Alpha Witch mode, so arguments not favoring her intended plan of action fall upon deaf ears. She books out the back door with Piper to drive to the hospital in the SUV. Out on the manor lawn, Piranha Dominguez natters into her microphone about possible arrests. She’s interrupted by the unwashed and still-irritating hippie woman screaming at the sight of Prue and Piper running towards their car. As the hippie babbles, “Take me! Take me!” Prue slips behind the wheel, guns the engine, and takes off down the street. The hippie flails her rag-doll arms around in frustration as Piranha Dominguez barks an off-camera order to follow the SUV.