Charmed: The Mighty Belthazar Finally Saved

Deja Vu All Over Again

Rodriguez is looking at pictures Prue, Piper, Phoebe and Prim at his place. Tempus appears in a ball of flame. 'Tempus...'

'You never expected to see me? Of course not. You were not worthy before now. What is the name you are using?' Tempus asks.

Rodriguez answers. 'Rodriguez.'

Tempus nods. 'Ah, yes. I have been sent to you, Rodriguez. As a gift.'

'Sent? By who?' Rodriguez wonders.

Tempus smiles. 'I think you know who and why.'

'I can defeat the Charmed Ones on my own. I don't need any help.' Rodriguez growls.

'Really. What makes you think you have actually found the Charmed Ones?' Tempus inquires.

Rodriguez scoffs. 'Are you kidding? After so many of my colleagues have mysteriously vanished in San Francisco this year. It can only be one reason why. I posed as a cop as I believed that one was covering for them. I was right, he was. That's how I found them. Of course, you already know all that don't you. That's what makes me so worthy now, right?'

'Watch your tongue, Rodriguez, lest I split it for you. It's one thing to have found the Charmed Ones, it's quite another to defeat them as those who have gone before you have already discovered. Tomorrow is Wednesday. I want you to get all three witches together in one place by midnight and give it your best shot. But if you fail ...' Tempus is cut off.

Rodriguez is adamant. 'I will not fail.'

Tempus continues. 'Well, if you do, I'll be there to help you learn by you failures. Trust me. Now, how do you expect to get them together?'

'Trudeau.' Rodriguez states.

A paperboy rides along the road, a car honks and he waves. He throws the paper on the Halliwell's lawn. Inside the manor the TV is on ant the weather girl is telling us what to expect. 'Good morning, San Francisco. Well, it looks like it's going to be a beautiful Wednesday.'

Phoebe is on the phone. 'Piper, what are you doing at Quake? It's 8:00 in the morning.'

Prue enters the kitchen. 'Morning.' She goes over and caresses Patience cheek who smiles, reaching up.

Prim looks up having just finished feeding Patience. 'Morning.'

Phoebe echoes their words. 'Morning. (to Piper) Yes, alright, I'll be there in an hour.'

Kit gets on the counter and knocks over a pepper shaker.

'You'll be where in an hour?' Prue is now holding Patience.

Phoebe sighs. 'Ah, Quake. Piper's doing that thing for the food network and she needs me to bring her another dress because she spilt marinara sauce over the one she's wearing.'

'Just stay out of my closet.' Prue replies.

Phoebe smirks. 'Oh, don't worry, I don't think she'd want to ruin another one of yours.'

'Well she's welcome to any of mine. They always end up stained.' Prim smiles.' I don't believe this.'

Phoebe quickly replies. 'I'm kidding. Don't have an aneurysm, Prue.'

'Did you two see the front page?' Prim has lost all the color in her face.'

Phoebe shakes her head. They hear a crash outside. Prue looks at her. 'Where did you park my car last night?'

'In the driveway ... I think.' Phoebe isn't sure.

They run to the window. 'Mrs. Henderson's car.'

Phoebe breathes out a sigh of relief. 'Oh, thank God. I mean, that your car's in the driveway and I'm not in the dog house. Is she okay?'