Post by ejla on Aug 20, 2007 6:48:33 GMT -5
[Scene: Quake. Phoebe enters. Two guys walk up to her.]
Guy #1: Are your parents terrorists? ‘Cos baby you’re the bomb.
Guy #2: Jim, Jim, ask her if it hurt when she fell.
Phoebe: Uh, excuse me?
Guy #2: When you fell from Heaven. Did it hurt. ‘Cos I know an angel when I see one.
Phoebe: Hmm. I’m no angel. I’m a witch. But don’t tell my sisters I told you. (She walks over to Prue and Piper who's sitting at a table.) Oh, I’m so glad you guys are still here. What are you staring at?
Prue: They have been going at if for almost an hour.
(You see a woman and a guy making out.)
Phoebe: Hello! Oh, I can’t even look.
Piper: I know. I hate being single.
Skye: Waitress coming through. Special delivery.
Piper: Hey Skye.
Phoebe: Hey Skye.
Skye: Hi.
(She places a glass of wine in front of Prue.)
Prue: Um, I think there’s been some kind of a mistake. I didn’t order this.
Skye: I know. You have a secret admirer. He ordered it for you.
(She points out the Dream Sorcerer. He's sitting in a wheelchair.)
Piper: Who’s that?
Skye: I have no idea. I’m just following the bartender’s orders. And, apparently he’s been eyeing Prue all night.
Prue: Skye, can you do me a favour? Um, tell him thank you and I’m very flattered. But I’m kind seeing someone else.
Skye: Sure.
Prue: Thanks.
Piper: This is a nice change of an attitude.
Phoebe: I’ll say. Does this mean you’re thinking of getting serious with Andy?
Prue: Lately I’ve been thinking about a lot of things.
[Cut to the Dream Sorcerer. Skye walks up to him.]
Dream Sorcerer: She didn't want the drink?
Skye: I'm sorry, no. She's flattered, she's just seeing someone else.
Dream Sorcerer: Sure she is. How about you? Maybe you'd like to have a drink with me.
Skye: Oh, um, that's really sweet of you but I'm not allowed to date the customers.
[Scene: Skye's apartment. She's asleep. The Dream Sorcerer is there.]
Dream Sorcerer: Hello, Skye.
(She wakes up.)
Skye: What the ...?
Dream Sorcerer: Shh... (He covers her mouth.) You in my world now, Skye. (Her room turns into her dream. It's all red and there's clouds in the sky. It kind of looks like they're on top of a building roof.) She's now wearing an evening dress.) You look beautiful in that dress. I knew you would.
Skye: I don't understand.
Dream Sorcerer: It's your dream, but it's my fantasy.
Skye: Where am I?
Dream Sorcerer: Hehehe. You're dreaming. I'm visiting.
Skye: You're in my dream.
Dream Sorcerer: But I can make it mine.
Skye: You can walk.
Dream Sorcerer: In dreams I can do anything. I can dance in your dreams, I can alter your dreams, (They start dancing.) and I can kill you in your dreams.
Skye: No, please.
Dream Sorcerer: Did you know that if you die in your dreams, you die in real life.
(He takes her to the edge of the roof. He makes her look down and you can see that it's a long way down to the bottom.)
Dream Sorcerer/Skye: Please don't hurt me!
Dream Sorcerer: Hehehe. Now Skye, you rejected me and now you gotta pay.
Dream Sorcerer/Skye: Please, don't do anything!
(He laughs.)
Dream Sorcerer Sweet dreams. (He pushes her off the edge.)
Opening Credits
[Scene: Skye's apartment. She's lying on her bed in an awkward position. She's dead. Morris and Andy are there.]
Morris: What do we got here? Here name is Skye Russell, early twenty's, waitress at Quake.
Andy: Every bone in her body's been crushed.
Morris: The coroner said it's as if she's fallen of a twenty story building.
Andy: But we're in a closed apartment, on the ground floor and the body hasn't been moved.
[Scene: Manor. Piper is watching an exercise video and trying to copy what they're doing. Prue is sitting in a chair.]
Piper: Uh, I give up. Two weeks and nothing strengthened but my temper.
Prue: Piper, here’s the problem. You didn’t read the fine print. See. It says right here. $19.95 for the video and twenty grand for the plastic surgeon.
Piper: Yeah. Well it’s worked. She’s the most desire female in America. What every man wants.
Prue: That woman? Of course men want her. Men are not different from women. We all want what we can’t have. Which is why we need to stop thinking about what men want and start thinking about what we want in a man.
(Phoebe walks in. She's eating Froot Loops.)
Phoebe: Tons of fun, lots of heats and no strings attached. That’s what I want.
Piper: I know this may not sound very P.C., but I want romance. Long, slow kisses, late-night talks, candle lights. I love love. I’d take what Prue has in a flat second.
Prue: Hmm, but then you’d have to deal with the family secret, which isn’t exactly normal now, is it?
Commercial Break
[Scene: Police station. Morris and Andy are sitting at their desks.]
Andy: Did you see the coroner's report?
Morris: Mmm hmm. Skye Russell died of massive internal hemorrhaging. Her body literally imploded upon itself.
Andy: Ever seen anything like it before?
Morris: On jumpers. Their bodies were usually found on side walks.
Andy: There aren't any signs of external damage consistent with any type of fall. In fact there's not a scratch on her.
Morris: Yeah, well, maybe we were wrong. Maybe the body was moved.
Andy: From where? How? The front door was locked and bolted, each window had bars on it, none of which had been tampered with in any way. Nobody but she was in that apartment last night. It's not a suicide, Morris. And it's sure not death by natural causes which leaves only one thing...
Morris/Andy: Murder.
Morris: I hate when we say that.
[Scene: Quake. Piper hands a guy his meal.]
Piper: Here you go, Mr. Manford. The chicken with rice and vegetables. Just the way you like it. Chicken well done, light oil on the vegetables and rice steamed dry.
Mr. Manford: Thanks.
Piper: Bon Appetite.
(Phoebe walks up to her.)
Phoebe: Hey, why are you doing that?
Piper: Skye didn’t show up for her shift day. So we’re short-handed.
Phoebe: Ooh.
(They walk in the kitchen.)
Piper: So, what’s up?
Phoebe: I, uh, I found this spell. "How to attract a lover".
Piper: No, Phoebe. Forget it. We’re not casting any spells.
Phoebe: Come on. There must be more to our powers than warlock wasting. I’m ready to have some fun with our magic.
Piper: No. No personal gain, remember?
Phoebe: How is it personal gain, if we’re using our powers to bring happiness to another person. And in my case lots and lots of happiness.
Piper: Could you pass me that colander, please?
Phoebe: Yeah. Look, I’m not talking about marriage here. We have our 30s to freak out about that. This... this spell is about having good time.
Piper: I admit it’s tempting. The dating scene can be a little frustrating. But bringing men into our life through a spell... correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t that a little bit desperate.
Phoebe: No. How is asking for what you want being desperate? I say it’s not. I say it’s empowering. Besides, the Book of Shadows says we could reverse this spell at any time.
[Scene: Manor. Kitchen. Piper is cutting up some vegetables. Prue walks in.]
Prue: Piper? Phoebe?
Piper: Prue. You’re in home. I thought you had a date with Andy.
Prue: Uh, no. He had to cancel. What are you doing?
Piper: Hmm...
Phoebe: (from the other room) Piper, I was wrong. The spell calls for cayenne pepper not black pepper. (She walks in the kitchen and sees Prue.) Ooh. Did I say spell? I... I meant recipe. We are so busted, aren’t we?
Prue: I would say yes. What spell are you casting?
Piper: I realized today that Phoebe may have stumbled onto something. Something that actually makes sense.
Prue: Now I’m worried.
Piper: All the spells are in this book for a reason, right? And I think that this spell could be a harmless opportunity for us to test our powers, you know, really get a handle on them. I mean, why else would it say we can reverse it at any time? All I want is someone special in my life and this spell provides that exactly.
Phoebe: I can translate.
[Time lapse.]
Prue: You have got to be kidding.
Piper: We were hoping you would join us.
Prue: No. I have got enough complications in my life. You two are on your own.
Phoebe: You know where to find us.
Prue: Be careful what you wish for.
[Scene: Attic. Phoebe and Piper have everything set up on the table to do the spell.]
Phoebe: Okay. You want to go first?
Piper: No. You go first.
Phoebe: Okay.
(Phoebe snatches a piece of paper off Piper.)
Piper: Hey. That’s not fair.
Phoebe: You want a man who is single, smart, endowed?
Piper: Employed.
Phoebe: Oh, sorry, employed. A man who loves sleeping in on Sunday, sunset bike rides (laughs), cuddling by a roaring fire (laughs) and late-night talks. A man who loves love as much as you do (laughs). Wow. You’re a romantic.
Piper: Yep. Your turn. You want the sexy, silent type that finds you driving through town on the back of a Harley at 3:00 in the morning. A man who appreciates scented candles, body oils and Italian sheets (laughs).
Phoebe: He’s about hunger and lust and danger and even know you know all this, even know you know he’ll never meet your friends or share a holiday meal with your family, you still can’t stay away. And he recycles.
Piper: He recycles?
Phoebe: Yeah. And I think it goes without saying we both want a man who is well... employed.
Piper: You’re seriously twisted. This is the spell we have to say?
Phoebe: Yeah. We’re lucky. If we were men looking for women the spell requires putting a piece of honey cake in a sweaty armpit for day.
Piper: Eww. Maybe we can say this.
Phoebe: Okay.
Phoebe/Piper: I conjure thee, I conjure thee, I am the queen, you’re the bee, as I desire so shall it be. I conjure thee, I conjure thee, I am the queen, you’re the bee, as I desire so shall it be.
Phoebe: You think it worked?
Piper: I don’t know. The big spells usually require all three of us.
(The phone rings.)
Phoebe: Ooh.
Piper: Ooh.
(They run downstairs to the foyer. Prue is on the phone.)
Phoebe: Is it for me? Is it for me?
Prue: This is Prue. Who’s this? Um, I’m sorry. Do I know you?
Dream Sorcerer Yeah. We met at Quake. Well, we didn’t actually meet. I sent you a glass of Chardonnay and you sent it back. Still, you know, I was wondering, maybe you’d like to go out sometime.
Prue: Uh, oh, look, as I told the waitress I’m just not available. How did you get my number, my name?
(The Dream Sorcerer hangs up.)
Prue: Hello?
Piper: Who is it?
Prue: That guy from Quake who sent me a drink.
Piper: What did he want?
Prue: He asked me out.
(Phoebe walks over to the door and puts on her coat.)
Prue: Um, hello. Missy May where are you going?
Phoebe: I’m going to Quake see if my spell worked. Want to join me?
Piper: Pass.
Prue: No. Thanks. I'm gonna take a bath.
[Scene: Bathroom. Prue's lying in the bath. She closes her eyes and falls asleep. We go into her dream. The Dream Sorcerer is there.]
Dream Sorcerer: Hello Prue.
(Prue wakes up.)
Prue: Who the hell...
Dream Sorcerer: Am I and how did I get in? Hmm?
Prue: I don’t care just get...
Dream Sorcerer: Out of the bathroom?
Dream Sorcerer/Prue: Piper, help me!
Dream Sorcerer: Scream all you want. No one can help you.
Prue: How did you know...
Dream Sorcerer: What are you thinking and know what you’re going to say?
Prue: Yes.
Dream Sorcerer: I’m in your conscious. I know your every thought and desire.
Prue: Who are you?
Dream Sorcerer: I’m the man of your dreams.
Prue: You’re not real. You don’t exist.
Dream Sorcerer: That’s what your mother used to say, isn’t it? Every night, before you went to sleep?
Prue: You’re not real. You don’t exist.
Dream Sorcerer: As she tucked you in? She’d say if you saw any monsters to tell yourself they weren’t real.
Prue: You’re not real. You don’t exist.
Dream Sorcerer: They didn’t exist?
Prue: I can’t move. Why can’t I move?
Dream Sorcerer: Ha ha ha. Because I’m going to love you to death.
(The dream sorcerer gets a sponge and rubs it on her back so hard it makes her bleed. He pushes her head under the water. Piper knocks the door and Prue wakes up.)
Piper: Prue, are you okay?
Prue: Uh, yeah.
Piper: You were yelling.
Prue: Yeah. I had a... I had a really bad thing.
Piper: A thing?
Prue: Yeah. Uh, I’m okay now. I promise. Just go back to bed. (Piper leaves. Prue gets out of the bath.) Ow. (She looks at her back and sees scratch marks from the sponge.) Oh, my God.
Commercial Break
[Scene: Manor. Kitchen. Prue and Piper are there.]
Prue: Do you remember what mom used to say about nightmares?
Piper: She said if we saw any monsters to tell them to go away that they didn’t exist. Always worked, too.
Prue: Yeah, well, not this time. He knew about mom. He knew what she told us and how did he know that? And what about the marks on my back. Piper, they were there and now they’ve disappeared. I don’t know how and I don’t know why but they were definitely there.
Piper: How many hours did you work this week? 60, 70? And now what are doing today, on a Saturday, no less?
Prue: Yeah, well, the auctions starts on Monday and the shipment arrives three days late. And you’re changing the subject. You don’t believe me.
Piper: No. I believe you think you saw marks on your back. But I’m watching you down your third cup of coffee and we’re talking about a nightmare you had while you asleep in the tub. So isn’t it possible that exhaustion made you see those marks and not some dream guy?
Prue: No. He was in my dream and it was real.
Piper: So why didn’t you use your powers to help you out? You know, move him away.
Prue: I don’t know.
(A handsome guy enters wearing no shirt.)
Hans: Morning.
Prue: Uh, excuse me but who are you?
Piper: Who cares?
(Hans gets a bottle of milk out of the fridge and drinks it all. Phoebe comes in.)
Phoebe: Hans, I found your t... (She sees Piper and Prue.) shirt.
Hans: Was it in the hammock or...
Phoebe: It doesn’t matter.
Hans: Thanks.
Phoebe: Sure.
Piper: (whispering) Hammock?
Hans: I got to run.
Phoebe: Okay.
(They kiss.)
Hans: I’ll meet you later for lunch.
Phoebe: Okay.
Hans: Oops. I almost forgot.
(Hans puts the empty bottle in the recycling bin. He leaves.)
Phoebe: Don’t worry. We had safe sex. A lot of safe sex.
Piper: Eww.
(Prue laughs.)
[Scene: Quake. Phoebe and Piper are there.]
Phoebe: I’m telling you, Piper. The spell worked.
Piper: Shh. A little louder, Phoebes. I don’t think Oakland heard.
Phoebe: Well, it did. Get this. Hans doesn’t go to bars. He’s never been to Quake but last night he’s on his away back from his acting classes. (Piper laughs.) When... BAM! Flat tire on his motorcycle right across the street from Quake. So he comes in to use the pay phone and who should he bump into but me, exiting the ladies’ room.
Piper: Phoebe, you threw his clothes all over the house. That’s not a spell working, that’s hormones.
Phoebe: No, that’s not like that. I really like Hans. He’s really cool. And he likes me too.
(Phoebe sees Hans, she runs over to him, they hug and he spins her around. Piper takes a plate of food over to a man sitting at a table.)
Piper: Mr. Manford, here you go. Chicken, rice and veggies. Just the way you like it.
Mr. Manford: Thank you. And please call me Jack. Has anybody ever told you how truly beautiful you are?
(Piper laughs.)
Guy #1: Are your parents terrorists? ‘Cos baby you’re the bomb.
Guy #2: Jim, Jim, ask her if it hurt when she fell.
Phoebe: Uh, excuse me?
Guy #2: When you fell from Heaven. Did it hurt. ‘Cos I know an angel when I see one.
Phoebe: Hmm. I’m no angel. I’m a witch. But don’t tell my sisters I told you. (She walks over to Prue and Piper who's sitting at a table.) Oh, I’m so glad you guys are still here. What are you staring at?
Prue: They have been going at if for almost an hour.
(You see a woman and a guy making out.)
Phoebe: Hello! Oh, I can’t even look.
Piper: I know. I hate being single.
Skye: Waitress coming through. Special delivery.
Piper: Hey Skye.
Phoebe: Hey Skye.
Skye: Hi.
(She places a glass of wine in front of Prue.)
Prue: Um, I think there’s been some kind of a mistake. I didn’t order this.
Skye: I know. You have a secret admirer. He ordered it for you.
(She points out the Dream Sorcerer. He's sitting in a wheelchair.)
Piper: Who’s that?
Skye: I have no idea. I’m just following the bartender’s orders. And, apparently he’s been eyeing Prue all night.
Prue: Skye, can you do me a favour? Um, tell him thank you and I’m very flattered. But I’m kind seeing someone else.
Skye: Sure.
Prue: Thanks.
Piper: This is a nice change of an attitude.
Phoebe: I’ll say. Does this mean you’re thinking of getting serious with Andy?
Prue: Lately I’ve been thinking about a lot of things.
[Cut to the Dream Sorcerer. Skye walks up to him.]
Dream Sorcerer: She didn't want the drink?
Skye: I'm sorry, no. She's flattered, she's just seeing someone else.
Dream Sorcerer: Sure she is. How about you? Maybe you'd like to have a drink with me.
Skye: Oh, um, that's really sweet of you but I'm not allowed to date the customers.
[Scene: Skye's apartment. She's asleep. The Dream Sorcerer is there.]
Dream Sorcerer: Hello, Skye.
(She wakes up.)
Skye: What the ...?
Dream Sorcerer: Shh... (He covers her mouth.) You in my world now, Skye. (Her room turns into her dream. It's all red and there's clouds in the sky. It kind of looks like they're on top of a building roof.) She's now wearing an evening dress.) You look beautiful in that dress. I knew you would.
Skye: I don't understand.
Dream Sorcerer: It's your dream, but it's my fantasy.
Skye: Where am I?
Dream Sorcerer: Hehehe. You're dreaming. I'm visiting.
Skye: You're in my dream.
Dream Sorcerer: But I can make it mine.
Skye: You can walk.
Dream Sorcerer: In dreams I can do anything. I can dance in your dreams, I can alter your dreams, (They start dancing.) and I can kill you in your dreams.
Skye: No, please.
Dream Sorcerer: Did you know that if you die in your dreams, you die in real life.
(He takes her to the edge of the roof. He makes her look down and you can see that it's a long way down to the bottom.)
Dream Sorcerer/Skye: Please don't hurt me!
Dream Sorcerer: Hehehe. Now Skye, you rejected me and now you gotta pay.
Dream Sorcerer/Skye: Please, don't do anything!
(He laughs.)
Dream Sorcerer Sweet dreams. (He pushes her off the edge.)
Opening Credits
[Scene: Skye's apartment. She's lying on her bed in an awkward position. She's dead. Morris and Andy are there.]
Morris: What do we got here? Here name is Skye Russell, early twenty's, waitress at Quake.
Andy: Every bone in her body's been crushed.
Morris: The coroner said it's as if she's fallen of a twenty story building.
Andy: But we're in a closed apartment, on the ground floor and the body hasn't been moved.
[Scene: Manor. Piper is watching an exercise video and trying to copy what they're doing. Prue is sitting in a chair.]
Piper: Uh, I give up. Two weeks and nothing strengthened but my temper.
Prue: Piper, here’s the problem. You didn’t read the fine print. See. It says right here. $19.95 for the video and twenty grand for the plastic surgeon.
Piper: Yeah. Well it’s worked. She’s the most desire female in America. What every man wants.
Prue: That woman? Of course men want her. Men are not different from women. We all want what we can’t have. Which is why we need to stop thinking about what men want and start thinking about what we want in a man.
(Phoebe walks in. She's eating Froot Loops.)
Phoebe: Tons of fun, lots of heats and no strings attached. That’s what I want.
Piper: I know this may not sound very P.C., but I want romance. Long, slow kisses, late-night talks, candle lights. I love love. I’d take what Prue has in a flat second.
Prue: Hmm, but then you’d have to deal with the family secret, which isn’t exactly normal now, is it?
Commercial Break
[Scene: Police station. Morris and Andy are sitting at their desks.]
Andy: Did you see the coroner's report?
Morris: Mmm hmm. Skye Russell died of massive internal hemorrhaging. Her body literally imploded upon itself.
Andy: Ever seen anything like it before?
Morris: On jumpers. Their bodies were usually found on side walks.
Andy: There aren't any signs of external damage consistent with any type of fall. In fact there's not a scratch on her.
Morris: Yeah, well, maybe we were wrong. Maybe the body was moved.
Andy: From where? How? The front door was locked and bolted, each window had bars on it, none of which had been tampered with in any way. Nobody but she was in that apartment last night. It's not a suicide, Morris. And it's sure not death by natural causes which leaves only one thing...
Morris/Andy: Murder.
Morris: I hate when we say that.
[Scene: Quake. Piper hands a guy his meal.]
Piper: Here you go, Mr. Manford. The chicken with rice and vegetables. Just the way you like it. Chicken well done, light oil on the vegetables and rice steamed dry.
Mr. Manford: Thanks.
Piper: Bon Appetite.
(Phoebe walks up to her.)
Phoebe: Hey, why are you doing that?
Piper: Skye didn’t show up for her shift day. So we’re short-handed.
Phoebe: Ooh.
(They walk in the kitchen.)
Piper: So, what’s up?
Phoebe: I, uh, I found this spell. "How to attract a lover".
Piper: No, Phoebe. Forget it. We’re not casting any spells.
Phoebe: Come on. There must be more to our powers than warlock wasting. I’m ready to have some fun with our magic.
Piper: No. No personal gain, remember?
Phoebe: How is it personal gain, if we’re using our powers to bring happiness to another person. And in my case lots and lots of happiness.
Piper: Could you pass me that colander, please?
Phoebe: Yeah. Look, I’m not talking about marriage here. We have our 30s to freak out about that. This... this spell is about having good time.
Piper: I admit it’s tempting. The dating scene can be a little frustrating. But bringing men into our life through a spell... correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t that a little bit desperate.
Phoebe: No. How is asking for what you want being desperate? I say it’s not. I say it’s empowering. Besides, the Book of Shadows says we could reverse this spell at any time.
[Scene: Manor. Kitchen. Piper is cutting up some vegetables. Prue walks in.]
Prue: Piper? Phoebe?
Piper: Prue. You’re in home. I thought you had a date with Andy.
Prue: Uh, no. He had to cancel. What are you doing?
Piper: Hmm...
Phoebe: (from the other room) Piper, I was wrong. The spell calls for cayenne pepper not black pepper. (She walks in the kitchen and sees Prue.) Ooh. Did I say spell? I... I meant recipe. We are so busted, aren’t we?
Prue: I would say yes. What spell are you casting?
Piper: I realized today that Phoebe may have stumbled onto something. Something that actually makes sense.
Prue: Now I’m worried.
Piper: All the spells are in this book for a reason, right? And I think that this spell could be a harmless opportunity for us to test our powers, you know, really get a handle on them. I mean, why else would it say we can reverse it at any time? All I want is someone special in my life and this spell provides that exactly.
Phoebe: I can translate.
[Time lapse.]
Prue: You have got to be kidding.
Piper: We were hoping you would join us.
Prue: No. I have got enough complications in my life. You two are on your own.
Phoebe: You know where to find us.
Prue: Be careful what you wish for.
[Scene: Attic. Phoebe and Piper have everything set up on the table to do the spell.]
Phoebe: Okay. You want to go first?
Piper: No. You go first.
Phoebe: Okay.
(Phoebe snatches a piece of paper off Piper.)
Piper: Hey. That’s not fair.
Phoebe: You want a man who is single, smart, endowed?
Piper: Employed.
Phoebe: Oh, sorry, employed. A man who loves sleeping in on Sunday, sunset bike rides (laughs), cuddling by a roaring fire (laughs) and late-night talks. A man who loves love as much as you do (laughs). Wow. You’re a romantic.
Piper: Yep. Your turn. You want the sexy, silent type that finds you driving through town on the back of a Harley at 3:00 in the morning. A man who appreciates scented candles, body oils and Italian sheets (laughs).
Phoebe: He’s about hunger and lust and danger and even know you know all this, even know you know he’ll never meet your friends or share a holiday meal with your family, you still can’t stay away. And he recycles.
Piper: He recycles?
Phoebe: Yeah. And I think it goes without saying we both want a man who is well... employed.
Piper: You’re seriously twisted. This is the spell we have to say?
Phoebe: Yeah. We’re lucky. If we were men looking for women the spell requires putting a piece of honey cake in a sweaty armpit for day.
Piper: Eww. Maybe we can say this.
Phoebe: Okay.
Phoebe/Piper: I conjure thee, I conjure thee, I am the queen, you’re the bee, as I desire so shall it be. I conjure thee, I conjure thee, I am the queen, you’re the bee, as I desire so shall it be.
Phoebe: You think it worked?
Piper: I don’t know. The big spells usually require all three of us.
(The phone rings.)
Phoebe: Ooh.
Piper: Ooh.
(They run downstairs to the foyer. Prue is on the phone.)
Phoebe: Is it for me? Is it for me?
Prue: This is Prue. Who’s this? Um, I’m sorry. Do I know you?
Dream Sorcerer Yeah. We met at Quake. Well, we didn’t actually meet. I sent you a glass of Chardonnay and you sent it back. Still, you know, I was wondering, maybe you’d like to go out sometime.
Prue: Uh, oh, look, as I told the waitress I’m just not available. How did you get my number, my name?
(The Dream Sorcerer hangs up.)
Prue: Hello?
Piper: Who is it?
Prue: That guy from Quake who sent me a drink.
Piper: What did he want?
Prue: He asked me out.
(Phoebe walks over to the door and puts on her coat.)
Prue: Um, hello. Missy May where are you going?
Phoebe: I’m going to Quake see if my spell worked. Want to join me?
Piper: Pass.
Prue: No. Thanks. I'm gonna take a bath.
[Scene: Bathroom. Prue's lying in the bath. She closes her eyes and falls asleep. We go into her dream. The Dream Sorcerer is there.]
Dream Sorcerer: Hello Prue.
(Prue wakes up.)
Prue: Who the hell...
Dream Sorcerer: Am I and how did I get in? Hmm?
Prue: I don’t care just get...
Dream Sorcerer: Out of the bathroom?
Dream Sorcerer/Prue: Piper, help me!
Dream Sorcerer: Scream all you want. No one can help you.
Prue: How did you know...
Dream Sorcerer: What are you thinking and know what you’re going to say?
Prue: Yes.
Dream Sorcerer: I’m in your conscious. I know your every thought and desire.
Prue: Who are you?
Dream Sorcerer: I’m the man of your dreams.
Prue: You’re not real. You don’t exist.
Dream Sorcerer: That’s what your mother used to say, isn’t it? Every night, before you went to sleep?
Prue: You’re not real. You don’t exist.
Dream Sorcerer: As she tucked you in? She’d say if you saw any monsters to tell yourself they weren’t real.
Prue: You’re not real. You don’t exist.
Dream Sorcerer: They didn’t exist?
Prue: I can’t move. Why can’t I move?
Dream Sorcerer: Ha ha ha. Because I’m going to love you to death.
(The dream sorcerer gets a sponge and rubs it on her back so hard it makes her bleed. He pushes her head under the water. Piper knocks the door and Prue wakes up.)
Piper: Prue, are you okay?
Prue: Uh, yeah.
Piper: You were yelling.
Prue: Yeah. I had a... I had a really bad thing.
Piper: A thing?
Prue: Yeah. Uh, I’m okay now. I promise. Just go back to bed. (Piper leaves. Prue gets out of the bath.) Ow. (She looks at her back and sees scratch marks from the sponge.) Oh, my God.
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[Scene: Manor. Kitchen. Prue and Piper are there.]
Prue: Do you remember what mom used to say about nightmares?
Piper: She said if we saw any monsters to tell them to go away that they didn’t exist. Always worked, too.
Prue: Yeah, well, not this time. He knew about mom. He knew what she told us and how did he know that? And what about the marks on my back. Piper, they were there and now they’ve disappeared. I don’t know how and I don’t know why but they were definitely there.
Piper: How many hours did you work this week? 60, 70? And now what are doing today, on a Saturday, no less?
Prue: Yeah, well, the auctions starts on Monday and the shipment arrives three days late. And you’re changing the subject. You don’t believe me.
Piper: No. I believe you think you saw marks on your back. But I’m watching you down your third cup of coffee and we’re talking about a nightmare you had while you asleep in the tub. So isn’t it possible that exhaustion made you see those marks and not some dream guy?
Prue: No. He was in my dream and it was real.
Piper: So why didn’t you use your powers to help you out? You know, move him away.
Prue: I don’t know.
(A handsome guy enters wearing no shirt.)
Hans: Morning.
Prue: Uh, excuse me but who are you?
Piper: Who cares?
(Hans gets a bottle of milk out of the fridge and drinks it all. Phoebe comes in.)
Phoebe: Hans, I found your t... (She sees Piper and Prue.) shirt.
Hans: Was it in the hammock or...
Phoebe: It doesn’t matter.
Hans: Thanks.
Phoebe: Sure.
Piper: (whispering) Hammock?
Hans: I got to run.
Phoebe: Okay.
(They kiss.)
Hans: I’ll meet you later for lunch.
Phoebe: Okay.
Hans: Oops. I almost forgot.
(Hans puts the empty bottle in the recycling bin. He leaves.)
Phoebe: Don’t worry. We had safe sex. A lot of safe sex.
Piper: Eww.
(Prue laughs.)
[Scene: Quake. Phoebe and Piper are there.]
Phoebe: I’m telling you, Piper. The spell worked.
Piper: Shh. A little louder, Phoebes. I don’t think Oakland heard.
Phoebe: Well, it did. Get this. Hans doesn’t go to bars. He’s never been to Quake but last night he’s on his away back from his acting classes. (Piper laughs.) When... BAM! Flat tire on his motorcycle right across the street from Quake. So he comes in to use the pay phone and who should he bump into but me, exiting the ladies’ room.
Piper: Phoebe, you threw his clothes all over the house. That’s not a spell working, that’s hormones.
Phoebe: No, that’s not like that. I really like Hans. He’s really cool. And he likes me too.
(Phoebe sees Hans, she runs over to him, they hug and he spins her around. Piper takes a plate of food over to a man sitting at a table.)
Piper: Mr. Manford, here you go. Chicken, rice and veggies. Just the way you like it.
Mr. Manford: Thank you. And please call me Jack. Has anybody ever told you how truly beautiful you are?
(Piper laughs.)