Rose's outfit for this Episode
Gail's house. Gail, Amanda and Helen are chanting a spell. They are standing in a circle holding hands.]
Gail, Amanda, Helen: "We call on the demon Cryto, reach back throughout the ages, humbled by his power, we invite him into our circle."
(Gail coughs.)
Helen: Are you alright?
Gail: Just keep chanting.
Amanda: We've been chanting for fifteen minutes.
Gail: It's a seance, Amanda, not AT&T. He'll come, he has to. Come on.
Gail, Amanda, Helen: "We call on the demon Cryto, reach back throughout the ages, humbled by his power, we invite him into our circle."
(Smoke rises in the middle of them and forms a face.)
Cryto: Who dare summon me?
Gail: Three, who are humbled by your presence, Cryto.
Cryto: What do you want?
Gail: That which only you can give. Youth, beauty, health.
Cryto: What can you give me?
Gail: We can make you whole again, we can bring you back.
Cryto: But I want more. I want powers. Great powers. Don't ever summon me again.
(He starts to disappear.)
Gail: We can get you great powers. The powers to move things with your mind, to stop time, to see into the future.
Cryto: Do so and you'll get your youth.
(He disappears.)
Helen: Ah.
Gail: I had to do something, we were losing him.
Helen: You lost him already, Gail. Why would you promise him something we can't get. What if it makes him angry?
Gail: I can get the powers, Helen. I have to. I'm not ready to die. I'll be back. Just be sure you have the quilt finished by tomorrow night.
[Scene: Manor. Phoebe's room. Phoebe's sitting on her bed. She squints her eyes while trying to read a book. She puts on a pair of glasses and looks in the mirror.]
Phoebe: Ugh.
(Someone knocks on the door. She hides the glasses under a pillow. Prue walks in.)
Prue: Hey.
Phoebe: Hey.
Prue: Have you, um, made an appointment to see the optometrist yet?
Phoebe: Prue, I keep telling you I do not need glasses.
Prue: Oh, well, then... (she turns the book around the right way) this might help.
Phoebe: Unrelated.
Prue: Mmm hmm. Look, I really need you help. Piper's throwing our her boots. The tan ones.
[Cut to the kitchen. Piper's putting her boots in a paper bag. Prue and Phoebe walk in.]
Phoebe: Piper, what are you doing? Those are your favourite boots.
Piper: I know. Demon blood from one of our vanquishing and I can't get it out and I can't exactly explain it to the shoe repair guy now can I? It's the third damn pair this month.
Phoebe: What's the matter, honey?
Piper: Nothing. I've gotta get to the club. Dan's waiting for me.
Prue: Are you really gonna break up with him?
