[Scene: Cairo, Egypt. Three men are at a house. One of them smashes the glass on the door, reaches inside and opens the door.]

Wesley: Told you. Piece of cake.

Clay: Let's just do this and get out of here.

Wesley: Relax, Clay. I told you no one's home, the owner is dead.

Palmer: Stay here and keep watch. We'll get the urn. (Wesley and Palmer walk into another room while Clay stands at the doorway.) Clay doesn't know does he?

Wesley: Why spook him? He probably believes it was the curse that killed the old man.

Palmer: He was stung to death by a scorpion, Wesley. In a bathroom of an aeroplane.

Wesley: Don't tell me you believe in that crap.

Palmer: You think I'd be here if I did? (He sees the urn.) Is that it?

Wesley: That's it. (They walk over to it and Wesley picks it up.) You see any scorpions around?

Palmer: No, just dollar signs. Let's go.

(A picture on the side of the urn glows and disappears. Clay comes up to them.)

Clay: Hey, man, there's a car coming. You guys must've tripped an alarm.

Wesley: Let's get outta here.

(Two guards come in. Clay, Wesley and Palmer hide behind some plants.)

Clay: Should've never  let you guys talk me into this.

Wesley: Shut up. We'll split up and meet in San Francisco. Give the urn to your friend and hock it right away.

Palmer: Don't you think about ripping us off 'cause I'll find you.

(Clay leaves. Wesley starts walking away but stops when he sees magic dust floating in the air in front of him. The dust turns into a woman - the protector of the urn.)

Wesley: Whoa. What are you?

Guardian: I'm the guardian of the urn.

Wesley: The what? (She touches her ring and then Wesley's chest.) Hey, what are you doing?

(A spider appears and he starts yelling in pain and falls to the floor.)

Guardian: You are being punished for your greed. As for your friends...

[Scene: San Francisco - 3 days later. Manor. Piper and Phoebe are walking down the stairs.]

Piper: New York Clay? That Clay?

Phoebe: That's the one.

Piper: You said you never wanted to see him again.

Phoebe: Ancient history.

Piper: Six months?

Phoebe: Five. (They reach the bottom of the stairs and Prue's standing there.) He's just stopping by on his way home. It's not a big deal. He was travelling or something.

Prue: Who's Clay?

Phoebe: Nobody.

Piper: Her ex-boyfriend, the musician. She met him when she was working in the rainbow room. You remember?

Prue: No, I don't. Nobody told me. They had you at the rainbow room?

Piper: Yeah, she was the hostess until she started working at the Chelsapere.

Phoebe: Okay, can we talk about this later please? (The doorbell rings.) A lot later. We're just friends that's all. Do I have lipstick on my teeth?

(She smiles.)

Piper: Yes.

(Phoebe rubs her teeth with her finger and heads towards the door.)

Prue: That was mean.

Piper: That was not mean.

Prue: Okay.

(Phoebe opens the door.)

Clay: Phoebe.

Phoebe: Hey.

Clay: It's really good to see you. (They hug and Phoebe has a premonition of her and Clay in bed together. The premonition ends and Phoebe smiles. They stop hugging.) You okay?

Phoebe: Uh huh. Ooh.

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[Scene: Quake. Piper and Prue are sitting at the bar.]

Prue: What else don't I know?

Piper: Prue, don't take this personally but sometimes you can be a bit judgmental.

Prue: That is so not true. (Piper gives her a look.) Alright, so maybe it's sometimes true. I just don't understand why Phoebe never even told me about this guy.

Piper: People don't like to dwell on things that end badly.

Prue: Yeah, well, I wish my relationships ended that badly. Did you hear them last night? There was music, there was wine, there was...

Piper: Talking. And how do you know there was wine?

Prue: Okay, so I peeked. Well, you know, if nobody tells me anything, I have to get creative.

Piper: Stop worrying, she's be fine. (Shelley walks past and she and the bartender look at each other. The bartender drops a tray of glasses he was holding but Piper freezes them before they hit the ground.) She knows what she's doing. Watch that entrance, make sure nobody comes in. (She walks around the bar and picks up the glasses out of mid-air, straightens the tray and places the glasses back on the tray. He unfreezes.) Whoa, Doug, easy.

Doug: Thanks, Piper. I hope Shelley didn't see that.

Piper: Oh, don't worry about that, you just hang in there.

(Piper sits back down.)

Prue: What was that?

Piper: What?

Prue: 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.

Piper: Yeah. I'm finally getting some control over the unfreezing. The poor guy he just keeps dropping everything.

Prue: Well, then maybe you should just fire him.

Piper: 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.

Prue: So, what, you're playing Cupid of the risk of your own job?

Piper: 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.

Prue: Still, you can't just keep, you know, freezing in order to protect him.

Piper: I know. So are you still going back to Bucklands?

Prue: Yeah, that's where I work.

Piper: I just figured after everything that happened with Rex and Hannah that you would be hitting the classifieds.

Prue: Well, if we don't save the auction house I might have to. Rex... (Doug comes out of the kitchen carrying plates. He trips and Piper freezes him.) bankrupt.

Piper: What were you saying?

Prue: Never mind, I gotta go.

(Prue leaves. Piper walks over to Doug and shakes her head.)

[Scene: Park. Clay and Phoebe are walking along.]

Clay: I wish you could've been there, Phoebe. You would've lobed Egypt. Pyramids, giant sphinx, Nile River, camel taxi's. It was amazing.

Phoebe: You rode a camel?

Clay: Hey, they're friendlier then some of the cab drivers I met, believe me.

Phoebe: Can't imagine they're faster.

(Phoebe and Clay look at each other.)

Clay: You were right to leave me.

Phoebe: Ooh, and the conversation turns.

Clay: No, I'm serious. You were the best thing that ever happened to me and I blew it, I know that.

Phoebe: Clay...

Clay: What? Too much too soon?

Phoebe: Yep. (They laugh.) Look, I hope you don't take this the wrong way but why are you here? With me now?

Clay: Why, can't a guy visit?

Phoebe: Yeah, but you're not just a guy, (she playfully hits him with her purse) you're Clay and Clay comes with strings attached.

Clay: I never could hide anything from you.

Phoebe: Actually you could. That was one of our problems, remember?

Clay: I picked up this urn at an overseas market. Thought it might be worth something.

Phoebe: So you want me to get Prue to help you because of the auction house?

Clay: Guilty.

Phoebe: Phew. For a minute there I thought you were here to win me back.

Clay: 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.

[Scene: Bucklands. Prue's office. Claire's there looking through files. Prue walks in.]

Prue: Hi.

Claire: Oh, hi, you must be Prue.

Prue: And you must be...?

Claire: 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.

Prue: Yes, well, Rex and Hannah weren't exactly qualified.

Claire: 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.

Prue: Excuse me, did you say tomorrow?

Claire: Did I stutter?

Prue: With all do respect, you don't just decide to throw an auction okay. You need advance notice, a catalogue, buyers.

Claire: Then it looks like you've got a lot of work ahead of you doesn't it?

(Claire heads towards the door and Phoebe and Clay walk around the corner.)

Phoebe: Sorry. (Claire leaves. Phoebe and Clay walk in. Clay is carrying the urn.) Who was that?

Prue: A new sheriff.

Clay: Hey, Prue.

Prue: Hey, Clay, what's up?

Phoebe: Uh, favour. Clay was hoping (she takes the urn off Clay) that maybe you would sell this for him.

(She puts the urn on the desk.)

Clay: Yeah, I picked it up at a market overseas.

Prue: Picked it up? Does that mean you bought it?

Phoebe: What else could it mean?

Prue: Well, it's really beautiful. Gold inlay, twenty-four carats, a lot of lapis. Looks to be from Egypt.

Clay: Exactly. That's where I was travelling.

Prue: This etching's quite interesting, very unusual.

Clay: You think it's worth something?

Prue: Oh, well, I would have to determine the urns origins, it's previous owners.

Phoebe: Oh, couldn't you just skip a step or two?

Prue: Phoebe, I can not risk this auction house's reputation with something like this without checking on it first.

Phoebe: Come on, come on, come on. I will, uh, what will I do? I will cook you dinner.

Prue: Oh, don't threaten me. Fine, I'll see what I can do.

Clay: Hey, thanks, thanks a lot.

Phoebe: Is she the best or what? (They hug.) Thank you, thank you. Ooh, I love you.

(Phoebe and Clay link arms and leave.)

[Cut to outside. Phoebe and Clay leave Bucklands.]

Clay: Thanks for doing that, Phoebe.

Phoebe: No problem. Prue can get you a great price for it too. She's really good at her job.

Clay: Well, it would be nice if she could like me a little bit.

Phoebe: She likes you, she's just real protective of me, that's all.

Clay: I remember when that was my job.

(He puts his arm around her.)

Phoebe: Yeah, and then I quit you.

(Palmer walks up behind them.)

Palmer: Hey, Clay.

(Phoebe and Clay turn around.)

Clay: Palmer. What are you doing here?

Palmer: I'm bumping into you. Aren't you gonna introduce us?

Clay: Oh, yeah, sorry. Phoebe, this is Palmer. I met him in Cairo.

Phoebe: Hi. Oh, wow, small world, huh?.

Palmer: Yeah, yeah. Hey, what's going on with that urn?

Phoebe: Wait, you know about the urn too?

Clay: Well, actually, that's where we met. The market place where I bought it.

Palmer: Yeah, right, the market place. Right, I thought you were gonna sell it.

Clay: Well, actually, Phoebe's sister works at that auction house. She's looking for buyers as we speak.

Palmer: That's good, that's good. The sooner the better I guess, huh.

Phoebe: Hey, are you okay?

Palmer: 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?

Clay: Yeah, sure.

Palmer: Me too. Uh, maybe we'll hook up later.

Clay: Mm hmm.

Palmer: (to Phoebe) It's nice to meet you.

Phoebe: Oh, yeah, you too. (He leaves.) Eww, creepy guy.

Clay: Yeah. You hungry?

(They walk off.)

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[Scene: Airport. Palmer walks up to a customs officer. There's a big wooden box there.]

Customs Officer: Can I help you?

Palmer: I was a friend of Wesley's. His family wanted me to make sure he got home alright.

Customs Officer: Sorry. How'd he die?

Palmer: I don't know. Spider bite I think. He's off to JFK, right?

(The customs officer checks his papers.)

Customs Officer: First flight in the morning.

(The customs officer leaves. Palmer touches the box.)

Palmer: Sorry, Wes.

(Palmer walks away. The guardian of the urn appears.)

[Scene: Bucklands. Prue's office. She's on the phone.]

Prue: 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?

[Cut to Piper. She's at Quake.]

Piper: Prue, you wonder why you're outta the loop. You worry too much about Phoebe.

[Cut to Prue.]

Prue: 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.

[Cut to Piper.]

Piper: 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.

[Cut to Prue.]

Prue: No, your point is that it's none of my business and you're probably right. Speaking of playing matchmaker, how's Doug?

[Cut to Piper.]

Piper: The same unfortunately. Except I'm getting a little freeze frazzled, it's draining.

[Cut to Prue.]

Prue: Don't you think you need to find a better way to deal before you get fired?

[Cut to Piper.]

Piper: I know. (Piper sees Doug coming.) Oops, I gotta go, I gotta go. (She hangs up. Shelley walks past Doug and he knocks a vase over and drops a tray of cutlery. Piper tries to freeze him.) Sorry, Doug. Too pooped to pop.

[Scene: Manor. Living room. Phoebe and Clay are there. They are eating Chinese food.]

Clay: 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.

Phoebe: I think a little bit of both. Anyway, things have kind of picked up at the Halliwell manor.

Clay: Like how?

Phoebe: Oh, well, let's just say, uh, San Francisco has been a lot more unusual. More rice?

Clay: No thanks. You know, Phoebe, you really haven't said much about what you've been doing.

Phoebe: Protecting the innocent from evil.

Clay: Come on, be serious. I mean, you barely had a spare minute in New York. Three jobs just to afford your social calendar.

Phoebe: Things have changed. I've changed.

Clay: I'm trying to change too. One thing that won't change is how I feel about you. (They kiss. They stop kissing and Phoebe lets out a little noise.) I'm sorry, I shouldn't...

Phoebe: 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.

Clay: I understand. But if I cleaned up my act would you consider moving back?

(Phoebe laughs.)

Phoebe: Do not go there now.

(Prue walks in.)

Prue: Oh, sorry to interrupt.

Phoebe: It's okay, it happens.

Clay: I should get back anyway.

(He stands up and starts cleaning up the Chinese containers.)

Phoebe: Clay, stop, I got it, I got it.

Clay: (to Prue) So how's it going with the urn?

Prue: It's going.

Phoebe: I think what he's trying to ask is it going, going, gone?

Prue: Well, I put it on the auction block.

Clay: Wow, great, that's great, thanks a lot.

Prue: Yeah, well, I'm still waiting for the background check to come through and I guess I'll set a reserve price.

Clay: Okay, whatever you get for it is fine with me.

Prue: As long as it sells, right, and in a hurry?

Clay: Well, from what I understand if anyone can do that it's you. (He kisses Phoebe.) So I will call you tomorrow. Then you can show me around the city. Let me see where I left my heart. (Prue pulls a face. Phoebe and Clay kiss again and then head towards the front door.) Hey, I really appreciate it, thanks again.

Prue: Anything for Pheebs.

Clay: See you later.

Phoebe: Okay. (Clay leaves. Prue looks at Phoebe.) What?

Prue: I can worry about my little sister, can't I?

Phoebe: Don't ever stop.

(They hear a small explosion coming from the attic.)

[Cut to the attic. Piper's there doing a spell. Smoke has filled the air.]

Prue: Are you okay?

Piper: Nothing to see here, move along.

Phoebe: Welcome to London.

Prue: What did you do?

Phoebe: More like who did you do it too?

Piper: I put a charm on Doug but I doubled the recipe, just give love a shot and give me a break.

Phoebe: Go ahead, Prue, yell at her.

Piper: 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.

Prue: Did not.

Piper: Yes you did. I just need Doug to stop dropping things so I can stop freezing things, I'm just exhausted.

Prue: You know, maybe he and Shelley aren't meant to be together. Not everybody's supposed to be.

Phoebe: Oh, that was, that was real subtle, Prue.

Piper: Well, we'll never know unless Doug has the guts to pop the question. All I'm doing is giving it to him.

Phoebe: It's just like the cowardly lion from the Wizard Of Oz. Well, it is.

[Scene: Bucklands. Auction room.]

Auctioneer: 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?

(Prue walks up to Mark.)

Prue: Mark, move the Escott Fitzgerald Pen to the next slot alright. Our buyer, Mrs. Gorinson is getting restless, go.

(He leaves. Claire walks up to Prue. She's holding a sheet of paper.)

Claire: I think you should see this, Prue.

Prue: What is it?

(She takes the paper off of Claire.)

Claire: It's the appraisal of the urn you requested. The good news is it's worth a fortune, the bad news is...

Prue: It's stolen.

Claire: Apparently. No wonder the auction house is going under. Selling stolen goods.

Prue: No, this is highly unusual and very embarrassing.

Claire: Yes it is.

(She walks away.)

Auctioneer: Yes, now 16? $16000?

Prue: Oh, no.

(Prue uses her power and swaps the number over in front of the urn with another item.)

Auctioneer: $15000 going once, going twice, sold for $15000. (Prue walks over and picks up the urn and leaves the room.) Next item up, lot number fifty-one. (The assistant picks up a painting.) This beautiful twenty-four carat gold inlay from Egypt... (He notices the painting.) Oh, obviously there's been some kind of mistake.

[Cut to Prue's office. Prue walks in. She notices Palmer there.]

Prue: Who are you?

Palmer: You must be Prue, Phoebe's sister.

Prue: Same question. Who are you?

Palmer: Me? I'm a friend of Clay's. Why didn't you sell that urn? You were supposed to sell it.

Prue: I think that you better leave.

Palmer: No, don't you understand. You have to sell it before the curse...

Prue: Curse? What curse?

Palmer: The urn. It's cursed. Never mind, forget it, I'll get rid of it myself.

(Palmer walks towards the urn and Prue uses her power to move it. She gasps and he stops.)

Prue: Oh my God, it is cursed.

Palmer: Oh, no.

(She moves it again.)

Prue: What's going on?

Palmer: It's happening. It's too late. I gotta get outta here.

(He runs out the room.)

[Scene: Phoebe and Piper are walking on the sidewalk.]

Phoebe: So do you believe in giving people second chances?

Piper: Absolutely. It's probably why I want to help out Doug so much.

Phoebe: Okay, well, Clay says he can change and I wanna believe him but...

Piper: But you're afraid of getting hurt, that's totally understandable.

Phoebe: So I keep my distance and then what? Hope that I'm wrong?

Piper: Well, you could be. That premonition of yours was definitely in the future.

Phoebe: 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. (Piper gives her a look.) Sorry, you know what I mean. I didn't mean it like that.

Piper: Alright, that's fine. So why did you leave him?

Phoebe: 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 involved with some bad people, got in over his head, way over his head and finally I just couldn't take it anymore, I had to leave.

Piper: And so now his back hoping to be the man you fell in love with originally.

Phoebe: Yeah, so what do I do? What if he's the one? Like you say Doug and Shelley are. Do I just walk away?

Piper: No, but...

Phoebe: We can't live together forever. What, do we expect to be sixty years old and still be sharing clothes and a cat.

Piper: Now that you put it that way, no! I don't want to live with you anymore. (Phoebe and Piper walk in Quake. Doug is at the bar shaking up a cocktail shaker. He does a little spin on the spot. There are women standing at the bar.) Oh, boy.

Phoebe: I thought your charm was to boost his confidence, not turn him into Tom Cruise.

Piper: Maybe I shouldn't of doubled the recipe.

Phoebe: Uh, yeah.

(Phoebe and Piper walk up to the bar.)

Piper: Doug. (He walks over to them.) What's going on?

Doug: Not sure, but whatever it is I feel great.

(Shelley walks up to the bar. Doug pushes a drink down to the end of the bar.)

Woman: Thanks, Doug.

(Shelley walks away.)

Piper: Uh, Doug, what about Shelley?

Doug: Who cares about Shelley when I've got Thursday, Friday and Saturday all lined up and waiting. (to Phoebe) I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

Piper: I don't believe you will. Off limits.

(Doug walks away.)

Phoebe: Your charm worked. You turned Doug into a...

Piper: A monster.

Phoebe: Mmm hmm. Oh, I gotta go, I told Clay I'd meet him over at the house. (She kisses Piper on the cheek.) Goodbye.

(She leaves.)

[Scene: Hotel. Palmer walks in his room. He starts packing the guardian of the urn appears.]

Guardian: Leaving?

Palmer: How'd you get here?

Guardian: I came with your friend. I waited for your fear to consume you. Where's the urn?

Palmer: 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. (She makes a scorpion appear and she puts it on him.) I'm sorry. No! No! No!

(The scorpion stings him.)

Guardian: You are being punished for your greed.

[Scene: Manor. Phoebe's room. Clay's sitting on the bed and Phoebe's picking out a dress.]

Phoebe: So the band goes on at 10:00 but if we get there before 9:00 there's no cover. You interested?

Clay: In anything that involves you.

(She gives him a look and he smiles. She holds up two dresses.)

Phoebe: Okay.

(He chooses one but she throws one on the ground. They laugh.)

Clay: Deja...

Phoebe: Vu.

Clay: I miss this. The day to day of us.

Phoebe: Yeah, me too. Okay, well, I'm going to change now.

Clay: Okay. Oh, you want me to leave?

Phoebe: Yes, kind of a loaded question but, uh, yeah, I think that-that would be best.

Clay: Phoebe, we did live together. It's not like I hadn't...

Phoebe: Yeah, I-I-I know but things have changed.

Clay: Come here, come sit down.

(She sits down on the bed.)

Phoebe: We're very different.

Clay: Do we have to be?

(He starts kissing her neck.)

Phoebe: Uh, well, you know, when you, uh... okay, stop, stop. (He stops.) Okay, go, go. (He continues kissing her neck.) What am I doing? Okay, you know this isn't fair because I love it when you... (He kisses her on the lips and they lay down on the bed.)

[Cut to the living room. Piper's got the Book Of Shadows and she's writing something. Prue comes in the front door.]

Piper: Ugh, Prue, you scared me.

Prue: Where's Phoebe?

Piper: Upstairs. (She heads upstairs.) But you might wanna knock.

[Cut to upstairs. Prue barges in Phoebe's room.]

Prue: Phoebe, we need to talk...

(She sees Phoebe and Clay in bed together.)

Phoebe: Yes, we do.

(Prue pulls a disgusted face and walks back outside.)

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[Scene: Manor. Foyer. Phoebe and Clay are standing at the doorway. Prue's standing near by.]

Phoebe: You know, you don't have to leave.

Clay: Yeah, I think I should.

(Piper stands beside Prue. Phoebe and Clay kiss.)

Phoebe: I'll call you. (Clay leaves. Phoebe closes the door and turns to Prue.) I hope you like the show.

Prue: Phoebe, I am so sorry. I had no idea.

Phoebe: 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.

Prue: And at least one thief.

Phoebe: I'm sorry, excuse me?

Prue: My new boss handed this to me, thankfully just before the urn could be sold. (She hands Phoebe a piece of paper.) Clay didn't buy it at some outdoor bizarre, Phoebe, he stole it.

Phoebe: This can't be right.

Piper: It looks right, Pheebs.

Prue: Seasons change, people don't.

Phoebe: I changed. Remember what you thought of me before I walked back through that door?

Prue: That's different.

Phoebe: How is that different?

Prue: You're my sister.

Phoebe: Well, there's gotta be some mistake.

Prue: It gets worse. If the background information is accurate, there's a curse attached to the urn. Anyone who steals it ends up dead. A victim of the guardian who protects is and she feeds off their greed.

Phoebe: Okay, even if that's true, Clay could've never known about it. Otherwise he wouldn't of brought it here.

Piper: Are you sure, Pheebs? You wouldn't be the first Halliwell to misjudge a guy.

Phoebe: No, it's not about judging, it's about knowing and I know Clay.

Prue: And I know what Clay has done. Okay, he put my job in jeopardy, he lied to me. Phoebe, he lied to you.

Phoebe: 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.

(She walks away.)

[Scene: Hotel. Police are in Palmer's room. The coroner is looking at the sting on Palmer's neck.]

Coroner: If I didn't know any better, I'd say this was a scorpion sting.

Andy: Scorpion sting in San Francisco?

Coroner: I know, but that's what it looks like.

Andy: Any chance he was killed somewhere else and then moved here?

Coroner: No. The levitities consist of where he was found.

Andy: Well, I'd buy this place had roaches, I'm not so sure about scorpions. Anything else?

Coroner: Found someone's business card in his pocket. (He reads the card.) Buckland Auction House?

Andy: Ah-ah-ah. Let me guess, Prue Halliwell?

Coroner: Yeah, how'd you know?

Andy: I'm cursed. Let me know when you get the report back on the sting. (Andy walks out in the hallway. He bumps into Clay.) Excuse me.

(He continues walking. Clay looks in the room and sees Palmer getting zipped up in a body bag.)

Clay: Palmer?

[Scene: Bucklands. Prue's office. The picture appears back on the urn. Prue and Claire walk in.]

Claire: Lot 49 - $2600, lot 50 - $15000, lot 51 - excluded. (She sees the urn.) Shouldn't that be turned into proper authorities?

Prue: 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...

Claire: Just handle it. How did we do?

Prue: $1.28 million. We did it.

Claire: The auction house lives to see another day. Congratulations. (They shake hands.) Good work.

Prue: Thanks. (Claire leaves. Andy walks in.) Andy, hi. Here to arrest me again?

Andy: Mmm, not this time. (He sees a picture of scorpion on the urn.) A scorpion? Why am I not surprised?

Prue: I'm afraid I don't...

Andy: A young man died last night of a scorpion sting. Palmer Kellogg, you know him?

Prue: I don't believe I do.

Andy: Well, he obviously knew you. I found your card on his body.

Prue: We did just have an auction, I met a lot of people.

Andy: Well, I'll bring a photo by later, see if it jogs anything.

Prue: That's fine.

Andy: 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.

Prue: I know, thanks.

[Scene: Hotel. Clay's room. He's packing. Someone knocks on the door.]

Phoebe: Are you in there?

Clay: Phoebe?

(He opens the door.)

Phoebe: You stole the urn didn't you?

Clay: Why don't you come inside?

Phoebe: No, I am not going anywhere until you answer the question.

Clay: Okay, yes.

(She walks inside.)

Phoebe: Were you planning on saying goodbye before you skipped town?

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