Death Takes A Halliwell


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Written by: Krista Vernoff
Thanks to http://www.twiztv.com/scripts/charmed/


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[Scene: At a beach. Prue and Phoebe are there. Prue is taking photos. Phoebe is building a sand castle.]

Phoebe: I hereby proclaim this power of sand Kingdom Phoebeville! Yay!

(The waves splash on Prue. Phoebe laughs.)

Prue: You know, I don’t get it.

(Prue walks off. Phoebe catches up with her.)

Phoebe: Wait, what don’t you get?

Prue: That you just spent an hour of your life building something that is just gonna be completely, completely destroyed and disappear in about five seconds flat.

Phoebe: Ahh, but Phoebeville will live forever in the hearts of the villagers who come to love it.

Prue: Mm-hmm.

Phoebe: What’s with the ba-hum castle attitude there?

Prue: What?

Phoebe: The whole point of today was to relax and have fun.

Prue: See, and I thought the point was to give Piper and Leo some alone married people time since they decided to wait on their honeymoon.

Phoebe: Okay. So you’re sure nothing’s wrong?

Prue: You know, the beach isn’t exactly my idea of a good time.

Phoebe: Prue, how is that possible?

Prue: Okay, well, you’re too young to remember, but this is where Grams brought us after Mum’s funeral to try and cheer us up.

Phoebe: Oh, wow.

Prue: Yeah. You know, but I know that you love the beach and I didn’t wanna ruin it for you but something about the sand and the ocean makes me feel angry.

Phoebe: Why does it make you angry?

Prue: Doesn’t Mums death make you angry?

Phoebe: It makes me sad.

Prue: Well, I don’t really do sad that well, you know. I didn’t even cry at her funeral.

Phoebe: So seeing Mum at Piper’s wedding and now the beach…

Prue: Yeah. So I’m sorry if I’ve been a little cranky.

Phoebe: Say no more. (yelling) Princess Prue has spoken! By the orders of the Queen, that’s me…

Prue: Ooh, I got that part.

Phoebe: Phoebeville, and all of it’s glory will be abandoned for greater pastures and two lattes.

Prue: Oh, all hail the Queen.

Phoebe: Yay, I love to be hailed.

(A woman is standing nearby taking photos of Prue. Prue sees her and sees a black shadow floating beside her. She takes a photo of it.)

Prue: Hey! (The woman runs off.) No, no, no, wait!

Phoebe: You okay?

Prue: Oh, there was this woman and there was a shadow next to her. It had to be demonic.

Phoebe: A shadow? Like, what do you mean? Like a Woogy?

Prue: No, spookier, way spookier. I think I got pictures though.

Phoebe: So much for the lattes. Looks like there’s a new demon in town.

[Scene: Cole’s old apartment. Two demons and a landlady are there. One demon floats across the room.]

Landlady: So, you’re new in town?

Demon#1: Yes.

Landlady: And-and you would both be living here?

Demon #1: Sure, yes, that’s right.

(The other demon floats across the room again but the landlady doesn’t notice.)

Landlady: Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m fine with the whole alternative lifestyle thing. I just don’t like loud. Well, you understand.

Demon #1: Don’t like loud. Got it.

Landlady: Like the last tenant, Mr. Turner, he was a little strange. And then of course he disappeared without a trace. But he was nice and quiet. So I liked him fine.

(Demon #2 opens Cole’s altar.)

Demon #1: Without a trace. Is that so?

Demon #2: There’s demonic residue all over this altar. It’s his, I can sense it.

Landlady: There’s what? What did you say?

Demon #1: Surely you knew something strange has happened here. It’s your responsibility to divulge such things to respective tenants.

Landlady: Now, listen, I don’t know anything-

Demon #1: And the fact that you failed to show us the altar makes us wonder. (He floats towards her.) What else about Cole Turner you might be hiding in that tiny human brain of yours.

(The landlady starts crying.)

Landlady: Why? I don’t underst—