Episode Report Card Demian: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Ow! Quit it. Ow! Quit it.
By Demian | Season 1 | Episode 8 | Aired on 11.24.1998
Buckland's. Prue slams through a fire door and scampers down the stairs to a storage area, followed closely by the undertaker. Prue desperately jiggles the locked handle, then whacks it open with a little TK. She races through the darkened vault to crouch behind a stack of shipping crates. The undertaker strides through the doorway to announce, "I've got eight and a half months to find Tanya, Miss Halliwell. Plenty of time. Yours, however, has run out."
Upstairs, Piper storms into Prue's office to find the debris from Prue's earlier encounter with the undertaker littering the carpet. "Oh, no," she breathes, and takes off down the hall.
Storage room. From her crouch, Prue calls out a question regarding the vaccine. We learn that it was fabricated at some point in the future to eliminate the threat from "warlocks" like the undertaker. No, I don't know how a vaccine can protect against brain-sucking laser beams. I don't know how the undertaker escaped its effects to travel back in time with his brain-sucking laser beam intact, and I don't know how a cadaverous warlock was able to time-travel in the first place, so don't ask me these questions. We're almost done here, okay? During all of this, the undertaker has managed to discover Prue's hiding place, and now locks a paw around her throat. He hoists her into the air as his fleshy aperture swivels open for a little brain-sucking. Heh. Sorry. I just flashed onto that Powerpuff Girls episode where they defeated the razor-toothed brain-sucker by convincing it to latch onto the Mayor's empty head. Too bad Phoebe chose to remain at the Manor. Anyway, Piper magically appears just in time to freeze the undertaker's brain-sucking ass. How did she know they'd be in the auction house's underground storage area? Like I said: Don't ask. So, Piper frees Prue from the undertaker's grasp with a crowbar, and the gals retreat to bicker about who gets to kill him. Heh. Each keeps trying to force the crowbar into the other's hands so that by the time the undertaker worms his way out of the freeze, they're both clutching the metal bar between them. They instinctively jam the crowbar into the undertaker's metal knob. The undertaker howls as the knob short-circuits, and he presently drops to the concrete, dead. An enormous, bulbous, pulsating blue vortex opens up above his corpse and siphons the undertaker's remains back into the future. Well, that's vile. And yet oddly amusing at the same time. "I love it when they clean up after themselves," Prue smirks. Ba-dum-bump! Prue Halliwell, ladies and germs! Let's give her a big hand!