Episode Report Card Demian: A | 1 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT Stars shining bright above you
By Demian | Season 1 | Episode 5 | Aired on 11.03.1998
Hospital. Piper and Phoebe race through the emergency ward, searching for their sister. They're directed to the waiting room, but they scuttle down the hallway to Prue's trauma instead.
Laboratory. Andy pounds on the glass separating him from the sleeping cripple with his fist, calling out Sugar's name repeatedly. He snarls at a nearby lackey to wake Sugar up now! More pounding and shouting as the camera pans through the room to Sugar's face, which twitches slightly when...
...Sugar on The Soundstage hears Andy's cries. He ignores them to feel Prue up a bit prior to flinging her off the roof. Prue, meanwhile, sways in a stupor in Sugar's arms as...
...Phoebe and Piper huddle over her prone form in the trauma room, begging her to open her eyes. "Can you hear us?" Phoebe asks. Prue...
...pushes thickly through her daze to mumble, "Piper? Phoebe?" "They can't help you," Sugar whispers as he gathers her up in his arms. "You're mine now."
Meanwhile, up in the hospital, they've either completely blown the aesthetic they had going by lighting Phoebe, Piper, and the area surrounding Prue's bed in the same saturated colors they've thus far employed exclusively for the dream sequences, or they're giving us a visual clue that the Glamorous Ladies' mental connection has grown so strong over the last few episodes that the Ps are very nearly able to occupy each others' minds. If this episode had aired circa Season Four, I'd without hesitation believe the former. However, oddly enough, four years ago the production staff seemed to know what it was doing, and I'm leaning towards calling this a very nice choice, indeed. Phoebe and Piper lean in towards Prue's slack face, each whispering words of encouragement into her sister's ears.
Back on The Soundstage Of Splat, Prue picks her way through her mental haze as Sugar eases her up towards the railing. Far too caught up in his own pleasure at what he believes will be her imminent demise, Sugar fails to realize Prue is now standing unassisted as Phoebe and Piper's voices drift through the air around them. "Shall I say good night, Prue?" he asks. "No, no," she replies. "Let me. Good night." She closes her eyes, and the camera quickly pulls in towards her face before flying back out to a wide shot of the two by the railing. Sugar hurtles backwards through the air and plummets while Prue poses in her stunning embroidered velvet sheath and looks fabulous. As the street rises...
...Sugar howls and screams in The Laboratory. Eventually, capillaries running beneath his skin burst as his face freezes into a permanently agonized mask of terror, and wow. That was unexpectedly disturbing. "I can't believe it," Andy mutters. "He's dead." "I'll never question you again," replies Darryl, like, promises, promises, you jackass.