"subtitles synchronized by:" "emperor" "Told you." "Piece of cake." "Let's just do this and get out of here." "Relax, Clay." "I told you no one's home, the owner is dead." "Stay here and keep watch." "We'll get the urn." "Clay doesn't know does he?" "Why spook him?" "He probably believes it was the curse that killed the old man." "He was stung to death by a scorpion, Wesley." "In a bathroom of an aeroplane." "Don't tell me you believe in that crap." "You think I'd be here if I did?" "Is that it?" "That's it." "You see any scorpions around?" "No, just dollar signs." "Let's go." "Hey, man, there's a car coming." "You guys must've tripped an alarm." "Let's get outta here." "Should've never let you guys talk me into this." "Shut up." "We'll split up and meet in San Francisco." "Give the urn to your friend and hock it right away." "Don't you think about ripping us off 'cause I'll find you." "Whoa." "What are you?" "I'm the guardian of the urn." "The what?" "Hey, what are you doing?" "You are being punished for your greed." "As for your friends..." "New York Clay?" "That Clay?" "That's the one." "You said you never wanted to see him again." "Ancient history." "Six months?" "Five." "He's just stopping by on his way home." "It's not a big deal." "He was travelling or something." "Who's Clay?" "Nobody." "Her ex-boyfriend, the musician." "She met him when she was working in the rainbow room." "You remember?" "No, I don't." "Nobody told me." "They had you at the rainbow room?" "Yeah, she was the hostess until she started working at the Chelsapere." "Okay, can we talk about this later please?" "A lot later." "We're just friends that's all." "Do I have lipstick on my teeth?" "Yes." "That was mean." "That was not mean." "Okay." "Phoebe." "Hey." "It's really good to see you." "Charmed - 1x11" " Feats of Clay" "Adaptation Lucile" "Thanks for not sharing me on a p2p software." "What else don't I know?" "Prue, don't take this personally but sometimes you can be a bit judgmental." "That is so not true." "Alright, so maybe it's sometimes true." "I just don't understand why Phoebe never even told me about this guy." "People don't like to dwell on things that end badly." "Yeah, well, I wish my relationships ended that badly." "Did you hear them last night?" "There was music, there was wine, there was..." "Talking." "And how do you know there was wine?" "Okay, so I peeked." "Well, you know, if nobody tells me anything, I have to get creative." "Stop worrying, she's be fine." "She knows what she's doing." "Watch that entrance, make sure nobody comes in." "Whoa, Doug, easy." "Thanks, Piper." "I hope Shelley didn't see that." "Oh, don't worry about that, you just hang in there." "What was that?" "What?" "That." "You know, the guy, the glass." "Do you do that often?" "Freeze time in front of, ooh, I don't know, let's say everybody." "Yeah." "I'm finally getting some control over the unfreezing." "The poor guy he just keeps dropping everything." "Well, then maybe you should just fire him." "Mmm, the owner wants me to." "Actually threatened to fire me if I don't but Doug's just going through a hard time right now." "Shelley the waitress just dumped him after six years of dating." "So, what, you're playing Cupid of the risk of your own job?" "Well, yeah, I mean, Doug loves her." "Even bought an engagement ring and everything, he just waited too long too ask." "So now he's a wreck." "Still, you can't just keep, you know, freezing in order to protect him." "I know." "So are you still going back to Bucklands?" "Yeah, that's where I work." "I just figured after everything that happened with Rex and Hannah that you would be hitting the classifieds." "Well, if we don't save the auction house I might have to." "Rex... bankrupt." "What were you saying?" "Never mind, I gotta go." "I wish you could've been there, Phoebe." "You would've lobed Egypt." "Pyramids, giant sphinx, Nile River, camel taxi's." "It was amazing." "You rode a camel?" "Hey, they're friendlier then some of the cab drivers I met, believe me." "Can't imagine they're faster." "You were right to leave me." "Ooh, and the conversation turns." "No, I'm serious." "You were the best thing that ever happened to me and I blew it, I know that." "Clay..." "What?" "Too much too soon?" "Yep." "Look, I hope you don't take this the wrong way" "but why are you here?" "With me now?" "Why, can't a guy visit?" "Yeah, but you're not just a guy, you're Clay and Clay comes with strings attached." "I never could hide anything from you." "Actually you could." "That was one of our problems, remember?" "I picked up this urn at an overseas market." "Thought it might be worth something." "So you want me to get Prue to help you because of the auction house?" "Guilty." "Phew." "For a minute there I thought you were here to win me back." "No, Phoebe." "I think too much for you to still believe you're interested." "Look, it's no secret." "I've been in some trouble, gotten in too deep." "I just thought if I could sell this urn, make some money, pay off a little debt," "I can make a fresh start." "Hey, think about it." "Please, Phoebe." "Hi." "Oh, hi, you must be Prue." "And you must be...?" "Claire." "Claire Pryce." "The bank assigned me to see if the business is worth salvaging." "I'm looking for inventory records." "The files in my predecessor's office were empty." "Yes, well, Rex and Hannah weren't exactly qualified." "Obviously why Bucklands is in such dire straights." "To be honest with you, Prue," "I don't know anything about art but what I do know is the bottom line." "And if we don't move 1.2 million dollars worth of inventory at the auction tomorrow," "I'm shutting the place down." "Excuse me, did you say tomorrow?" "Did I stutter?" "With all do respect, you don't just decide to throw an auction okay." "You need advance notice, a catalogue, buyers." "Then it looks like you've got a lot of work ahead of you doesn't it?" "Sorry." "Who was that?" "A new sheriff." "Hey, Prue." "Hey, Clay, what's up?" "Uh, favour." "Clay was hoping that maybe you would sell this for him." "Yeah, I picked it up at a market overseas." "Picked it up?" "Does that mean you bought it?" "What else could it mean?" "Well, it's really beautiful." "Gold inlay, twenty-four carats, a lot of lapis." "Looks to be from Egypt." "Exactly." "That's where I was travelling." "This etching's quite interesting, very unusual." "You think it's worth something?" "Oh, well, I would have to determine the urns origins, it's previous owners." "Oh, couldn't you just skip a step or two?" "Phoebe, I can not risk this auction house's reputation with something like this without checking on it first." "Come on, come on, come on." "I will, uh, what will I do?" "I will cook you dinner." "Oh, don't threaten me." "Fine, I'll see what I can do." "Hey, thanks, thanks a lot." "Is she the best or what?" "Thank you, thank you." "Ooh, I love you." "Thanks for doing that, Phoebe." "No problem." "Prue can get you a great price for it too." "She's really good at her job." "Well, it would be nice if she could like me a little bit." "She likes you, she's just real protective of me, that's all." "I remember when that was my job." "Yeah, and then I quit you." "Hey, Clay." "Palmer." "What are you doing here?" "I'm bumping into you." "Aren't you gonna introduce us?" "Oh, yeah, sorry." "Phoebe, this is Palmer." "I met him in Cairo." "Hi." "Oh, wow, small world, huh?" "." "Yeah, yeah." "Hey, what's going on with that urn?" "Wait, you know about the urn too?" "Well, actually, that's where we met." "The market place where I bought it." "Yeah, right, the market place." "Right, I thought you were gonna sell it." "Well, actually, Phoebe's sister works at that auction house." "She's looking for buyers as we speak." "That's good, that's good." "The sooner the better I guess, huh." "Hey, are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine, thank you." "It's just, uh," "I'm a little tired, just lag, you know." "Are you staying at the Ashquaff like I suggested?" "Yeah, sure." "Me too." "Uh, maybe we'll hook up later." "It's nice to meet you." "Oh, yeah, you too." "Eww, creepy guy." "Yeah." "You hungry?" "Can I help you?" "I was a friend of Wesley's." "His family wanted me to make sure he got home alright." "Sorry." "How'd he die?" "I don't know." "Spider bite I think." "He's off to JFK, right?" "First flight in the morning." "Sorry, Wes." "What am I supposed to think, Piper?" "Phoebe's ex pops into town and wants me to sell something for him." "You think that's a coincidence?" "Prue, you wonder why you're outta the loop." "You worry too much about Phoebe." "No, I don't," "I just don't wanna see her get hurt, that's all." "Look, I just get this really bad feeling about Clay, I can't explain it." "I can." "You don't think he's good enough for her." "Just like you didn't think Jeremy was good enough for me." "Of course in his case you were right, but that's not the point." "No, your point is that it's none of my business and you're probably right." "Speaking of playing matchmaker, how's Doug?" "The same unfortunately." "Except I'm getting a little freeze frazzled, it's draining." "Don't you think you need to find a better way to deal before you get fired?" "I know." "Oops, I gotta go, I gotta go." "Sorry, Doug." "Too pooped to pop." "I'm surprised you moved back here." "I remember a few late nights, a few beers, a few not so pleasant conversations about your sisters." "Here you are, living together again." "Necessity or your choice." "I think a little bit of both." "Anyway, things have kind of picked up at the Halliwell manor." "Like how?" "Oh, well, let's just say, uh," "San Francisco has been a lot more unusual." "More rice?" "No thanks." "You know, Phoebe, you really haven't said much about what you've been doing." "Protecting the innocent from evil." "Come on, be serious." "I mean, you barely had a spare minute in New York." "Three jobs just to afford your social calendar." "Things have changed." "I've changed." "I'm trying to change too." "One thing that won't change is how I feel about you." "I'm sorry, I shouldn't..." "No, it's-it's not that, believe me." "I, uh, it took me a long time to get over you and I just wanna be careful." "I understand." "But if I cleaned up my act would you consider moving back?" "Do not go there now." "Oh, sorry to interrupt." "It's okay, it happens." "I should get back anyway." "Clay, stop, I got it, I got it." "So how's it going with the urn?" "It's going." "I think what he's trying to ask is it going, going, gone?" "Well, I put it on the auction block." "Wow, great, that's great, thanks a lot." "Yeah, well, I'm still waiting for the background check to come through and I guess I'll set a reserve price." "Okay, whatever you get for it is fine with me." "As long as it sells, right, and in a hurry?" "Well, from what I understand if anyone can do that it's you." "So I will call you tomorrow." "Then you can show me around the city." "Let me see where I left my heart." "Hey, I really appreciate it, thanks again." "Anything for Pheebs." "See you later." "Okay." "What?" "Nothing." "I can worry about my little sister, can't I?" "Don't ever stop." "Are you okay?" "Nothing to see here, move along." "Welcome to London." "What did you do?" "More like who did you do it too?" "I put a charm on Doug but I doubled the recipe, just give love a shot and give me a break." "Go ahead, Prue, yell at her." "It's not for personal gain and it fits into the whole harm none thing we have to live by, besides Prue's the one who told me to do something." "Did not." "Yes you did." "I just need Doug to stop dropping things so I can stop freezing things, I'm just exhausted." "You know, maybe he and Shelley aren't meant to be together." "Not everybody's supposed to be." "Oh, that was, that was real subtle, Prue." "Well, we'll never know unless Doug has the guts to pop the question." "All I'm doing is giving it to him." "It's just like the cowardly lion from the Wizard Of Oz." "Well, it is." "Ladies and gentlemen, this exquisite bronze plated carving dates back to well over one hundred and twenty years." "Surely it's worth more than $2500." "Do I hear $2600?" "Mark, move the Escott Fitzgerald Pen to the next slot alright." "Our buyer, Mrs. Gorinson is getting restless, go." "I think you should see this, Prue." "What is it?" "It's the appraisal of the urn you requested." "The good news is it's worth a fortune, the bad news is..." "It's stolen." "Apparently." "No wonder the auction house is going under." "Selling stolen goods." "No, this is highly unusual and very embarrassing." "Yes it is." "Yes, now 16?" "$16000?" "Oh, no." "$15000 going once, going twice, sold for $15000." "Next item up, lot number fifty-one." "This beautiful twenty-four carat gold inlay from Egypt." "Oh, obviously there's been some kind of mistake." "Who are you?" "You must be Prue, Phoebe's sister." "Same question." "Who are you?" "Me?" "I'm a friend of Clay's." "Why didn't you sell that urn?" "You were supposed to sell it." "I think that you better leave." "No, don't you understand." "You have to sell it before the curse..." "Curse?" "What curse?" "The urn." "It's cursed." "Never mind, forget it, I'll get rid of it myself." "Oh my God, it is cursed." "Oh, no." "What's going on?" "It's happening." "It's too late." "I gotta get outta here." "So do you believe in giving people second chances?" "Absolutely." "It's probably why I want to help out Doug so much." "Okay, well," "Clay says he can change and I wanna believe him but..." "But you're afraid of getting hurt, that's totally understandable." "So I keep my distance and then what?" "Hope that I'm wrong?" "Well, you could be." "That premonition of yours was definitely in the future." "Yeah, but the problem is I keep thinking about the past." "When I moved to New York, I was so angry... alright, I was scared." "And then I met Clay and he helped me out a lot and he was really good to me at a time of my life where nobody else was." "Sorry, you know what I mean." "I didn't mean it like that." "Alright, that's fine." "So why did you leave him?" "Well, he kept living beyond his needs." "He never thought of the future." "Yeah, I know that sounds familiar." "Let's just say he took one too many shortcuts." "got in over his head, way over his head" "and finally I just couldn't take it anymore, I had to leave." "And so now his back hoping to be the man you fell in love with originally." "Yeah, so what do I do?" "What if he's the one?" "Like you say Doug and Shelley are." "Do I just walk away?" "No, but..." "We can't live together forever." "What, do we expect to be sixty years old and still be sharing clothes and a cat." "Now that you put it that way, no!" "I don't want to live with you anymore." "Oh, boy." "I thought your charm was to boost his confidence, not turn him into Tom Cruise." "Maybe I shouldn't of doubled the recipe." "Uh, yeah." "Doug." "What's going on?" "Not sure, but whatever it is I feel great." "Thanks, Doug." "Uh, Doug, what about Shelley?" "Who cares about Shelley when I've got" "Thursday, Friday and Saturday all lined up and waiting." "I don't believe I've had the pleasure." "I don't believe you will." "Off limits." "Your charm worked." "You turned Doug into a..." "A monster." "Oh, I gotta go, I told Clay I'd meet him over at the house." "Goodbye." "Leaving?" "How'd you get here?" "I came with your friend." "I waited for your fear to consume you." "Where's the urn?" "It's at the Buckland auction house." "I tried to get it back, I was gonna return it, I swear." "I tried to make things right, please." "I'm sorry." "No!" "No!" "No!" "You are being punished for your greed." "So the band goes on at 10 but if we get there before 9" "You interested?" "In anything that involves you." "Okay." "Deja..." "Vu." "I miss this." "The day to day of us." "Yeah, me too." "Okay, well, I'm going to change now." "Okay." "Oh, you want me to leave?" "Yes, kind of a loaded question but, uh, yeah, I think that-that would be best." "Phoebe, we did live together." "It's not like I hadn't..." "Yeah, I-I-I know but things have changed." "Come here, come sit down." "We're very different." "Do we have to be?" "Uh, well, you know, when you, uh... okay, stop, stop." "Okay, go, go." "What am I doing?" "Okay, you know this isn't fair because I love it when you..." "Ugh, Prue, you scared me." "Where's Phoebe?" "Upstairs." "But you might wanna knock." "Phoebe, we need to talk..." "Yes, we do." "You know, you don't have to leave." "Yeah, I think I should." "I'll call you." "I hope you like the show." "Phoebe, I am so sorry." "I had no idea." "What, that it was my room that you barged into?" "I had more privacy when I lived in New York, a tiny island crawling with eight million people." "And at least one thief." "I'm sorry, excuse me?" "My new boss handed this to me, thankfully just before the urn could be sold." "Clay didn't buy it at some outdoor bizarre, Phoebe, he stole it." "This can't be right." "It looks right, Pheebs." "Seasons change, people don't." "I changed." "Remember what you thought of me before I walked back through that door?" "That's different." "How is that different?" "You're my sister." "Well, there's gotta be some mistake." "It gets worse." "If the background information is accurate, there's a curse attached to the urn." "anyone who steal it is dead" "A victim of the guardian who protects is and she feeds off their greed." "Okay, even if that's true," "Clay could've never known about it." "Otherwise he wouldn't of brought it here." "Are you sure, Pheebs?" "You wouldn't be the first Halliwell to misjudge a guy." "No, it's not about judging, it's about knowing and I know Clay." "And I know what Clay has done." "Okay, he put my job in jeopardy, he lied to me." "Phoebe, he lied to you." "You don't know that." "Look, I am not saying that he's perfect, okay, and even if he is foolish enough to risk his own life," "he would never risk mine." "If I didn't know any better, I'd say this was a scorpion sting." "Scorpion sting in San Francisco?" "I know, but that's what it looks like." "Any chance he was killed somewhere else and then moved here?" "No." "The levitities consist of where he was found." "Well, I'd buy this place had roaches," "I'm not so sure about scorpions." "Anything else?" "Found someone's business card in his pocket." "Buckland Auction House?" "Ah-ah-ah." "Let me guess, Prue Halliwell?" "Yeah, how'd you know?" "I'm cursed." "Let me know when you get the report back on the sting." "Excuse me." "Palmer?" "Lot 49 - $2600, lot 50 - $15000, lot 51 - excluded." "Shouldn't that be turned into proper authorities?" "I'm contacting customs as soon as we're finished here." "Look, again, I just wanna assure you that I didn't have anything to do with..." "Just handle it." "How did we do?" "$1.28 million." "We did it." "The auction house lives to see another day." "Congratulations." "Good work." "Thanks." "Andy, hi." "Here to arrest me again?" "Mmm, not this time." "A scorpion?" "Why am I not surprised?" "I'm afraid I don't..." "A young man died last night of a scorpion sting." "Palmer Kellogg, you know him?" "I don't believe I do." "Well, he obviously knew you." "I found your card on his body." "We did just have an auction, I met a lot of people." "Well, I'll bring a photo by later, see if it jogs anything." "That's fine." "Prue, listen, just because we're not dating anymore," "I want you to know I still care about you." "So if you're ever in a jam or you ever need anything, just know you can always call me." "I know, thanks." "Are you in there?" "Phoebe?" "You stole the urn didn't you?" "Why don't you come inside?" "No, I am not going anywhere until you answer the question." "Okay, yes." "Were you planning on saying goodbye before you skipped town?" "Palmer's dead, Phoebe." "What?" "He died from a scorpion sting." "I called Wesley to tell him, that's when his parents tell me he's dead too." "Spider bite." "I don't know how, I don't know why but I know one thing, I'm not gonna stick around." "You are such a liar." "Phoebe, I'm not lying." "You knew the urn was cursed when you stole it, you knew the legend." "What are you talking about?" "What legend?" "Are you telling me that you didn't know whoever steals the urn dies?" "Palmer and Wesley." "I swear, I know nothing about it." "Yeah, right." "Come on, Phoebe, you have to believe me." "No, I don't." "You're a liar, Clay." "You will never change." "You will always look for the easy way out." "Sorry." "i go get the broom." "Good idea." "I see you reversed the spell." "Yeah, and I've been given until tomorrow to fire him." "Maybe Prue was right." "Maybe they just don't belong together." "Seems like the theme of the day." "Oh, Clay?" "He totally used me, Piper." "He just used me to get to Prue." "I'm sorry." "Thanks for not saying 'I told you so'." "Why didn't I see it coming?" "What am I?" "A sucker for punishment?" "No, you see the good in people and that's never wrong." "Besides the wrong guys are usually the most interesting." "Until you get your hopes up and let your guard down and then reveal their true selves." "So true." "Look at Doug." "Great guy, kind of boring on the surface, easy to over look but maybe in the long run we're better off with his type." "Maybe in the way long run." "I think I'm still looking for adventure." "Then you risk paying the price." "I got it." "Maybe it's a price worth paying." "I just don't know anymore." "Thanks for the ear." "Can I come in?" "No." "Look, I made a lie about buying the urn but I swear I didn't know it was cursed." "Well, that still makes you a thief now doesn't it." "Well, that's why I'm here." "I wanna make things right." "I wanna turn myself into the police." "I mean it, Phoebe, honest." "It's the only way I can redeem myself with you." "And how do I know this isn't just another one of your scams?" "Well, I guess you don't." "But I don't wanna take shortcuts anymore." "I wanna take the urn with me to the police." "There's no way Prue's just gonna give it to me, not with out you." "I need your help." "It's the last favour I'll ever ask, I promise." "I don't think so." "Please." "The curse." "What?" "Let's go." "Phoebe." "What is he doing here?" "Save it till later." "I have seen the future and it's not right." "Oh, good, you can give the urn to the police." "Yeah, no, I thought that it might get you into trouble." "Yeah, well, you know that little legend we were talking about?" "Well..." "I think it's true." "What the hell is that?" "Clay..." "Get him outta here." "Go!" "I don't wanna harm you." "I came for the thief." "Who are you?" "I'm the guardian of the urn." "You can not destroy me." "Uh, Phoebe, run." "So now there are more who will die." "I still don't understand." "You stay down here, we'll be right back." "What's going on?" "Tell you in the attic." "Hey, where you going?" "Fill her in, I'll meet you guys upstairs." "Uh, Piper is really into legends and Prue is really good with her mind, so..." "Yeah, but that thing, the guardian." "She's not even..." "Human?" "Yeah, I know, but she's real and we have to figure out how to stop her before she gets you." "I know what you're thinking, Phoebe." "I do not want you getting hurt because of me." "You know, I think I actually believe you." "Did you find anything?" "Nothing about Egyptian urns or Greek demons." "Zip." "Well, let's just hope that she didn't follow us here because our powers are useless against her." "How is that possible?" "I mean, that's never happened to us before." "Maybe we're not supposed to protect him." "What are you saying?" "All I'm saying is maybe there's a reason." "Like Piper trying to force Doug and Shelley back together again." "Maybe there are just some things that we're not supposed to save." "No, we're saving Clay, period." "There's just gotta be something we're missing." "Maybe this is something." "It doesn't talk about the urn but it talks about the seven deadly sins." "Greed being one of them." "Wait a minute, the guardian punishes the greedy so" "maybe if Clay does something selfless it'll even the score." "Good luck." "Sorry." "Clay?" "Clay, where are you?" "Clay!" "I think he left." "I don't believe it." "Sorry, Pheebs." "No, I mean I really don't believe it." "He wouldn't just leave like that." "Well, do you have a better explanation?" "He was worried about me, he was worried about us." "I am telling you... wait, my vision," "I think I know where he's gone, we've gotta stop him." "I knew you'd come back." "Your greed concerns you." "I'm not here for the urn." "You must be punished." "I know." "When you're done with me, that's it, right?" "You're not gonna hurt anybody else?" "Not until somebody steals the urn again." "How do you know anybody will?" "Somebody always does." "Clay." "Stay back, Phoebe." "No!" "Phoebe, look out!" "A selfless act." "Just like the Book Of Shadows said." "Where'd it go?" "Who cares as long as it's not here." "Are you okay?" "Am I okay?" "Who says people never change." "Good thing we didn't have to end up using our powers to vanquish her otherwise Clay would've seen her." "They didn't work anyway." "Not something I hope ever happens again." "Ooh, ooh, forgot about Doug." "This is getting ridiculous." "Oh, tell me about it." "That engagement ring's probably stopped burning a hole in his apron." "Where are you going?" "What are you doing?" "Saving your problem and keeping you employed." "Sorry." "What's that?" "I was carrying that around for weeks, trying to find the right time to ask you." "Ask me what?" "To, um, marry me." "But that's why I broke up with you." "I gave up on waiting." "This would've happened sooner if I would've keep my little wicca nose out of their business." "You can't change people, they have to change themselves." "Speaking of that." "Yum." "Go baby." "Go, girl." "Alright." "You go." "You can do it." "Hey." "Hey." "I'm glad you stopped by." "Any chance you're gonna come back with me?" "No." "This is my home now." "I konw." "I had to try." "I know I lied to you about a lot of things." "But one thing I never lied to you about was how much I care about you." "I know, Clay." "I guess I should be going." "Yeah." "Um, you know," "I hope the next time we cross paths," "I'll be the guy you always think you see." "Goodbye." "Are you okay?" "Oh, yeah, yeah, he was just stopping by on his way home, no big deal." "Heard that before." "subtitles synchronized by:" "emperor"