Act Three
[Scene: 415 Magazine. Photo studio. MARY is nibbling on apple slices sprinkled with salt when PRUE comes up and sits down, retrieving a turkey sandwich without mayo from a brown paper sack. She unfolds the plastic wrap and takes a large bite and swallows.]PRUE: This delayed lunch break could not have come soon enough! (She looks across the room at SPENCER, who is talking with a young man who is waving his arms emphatically.) I was about ready to strangle that guy! Who the hell does he think he is?
MARY: He’s the poster child for the awful male stereotype.
PRUE: I just keep telling myself, only two shoots left and I’m done. (She takes another bite of her sandwich. Across the room, the little man next to SPENCER is still waving his arms and speaking a mile a minute.)
SPENCER's ASSISTANT: …she was a raving lunatic! Flailing her arms and demanding to speak with you face to face! I swear, I thought she was going to kill someone! We finally had to have security escort her off the premises!
(SPENCER pops a few greasy fries into his mouth.)
SPENCER: Well what did you expect? Women can’t handle the truth, the amount of hate mail and death threats I get prove that. (He stuffs a few more fries into his fat mouth. In the doorway, PHOEBE marches in, spots PRUE, and heads over to her sister.)
PRUE: (surprised) Pheebs! What are you doing here?
(PHOEBE sits down next to MARY.)
PHOEBE: I hope you don’t mind, when you weren’t in your office I stopped by Natalia’s and she said you were down here and would probably be having a late lunch any time.
PRUE: Well you caught me; I have about ten minutes left. What’s up?
PHOEBE: I came to rant. (She heaves a breath.) You will never believe what happened to me today! I ran across the most chauvinistic turkey you will ever meet!
PRUE: Well, that’s a coincidence, because the same thing happened to me.
PHOEBE: Oh, I doubt it. (She pulls out a folded newspaper clipping from her purse and hands it to PRUE.) Read that and tell me your blood doesn’t boil. (As PRUE unfolds the newspaper clipping, PHOEBE lazily looks around the room. Her eyes pop as she sees SPENCER talking to his assistant across the room.)
PRUE & PHOEBE: You’ve got to be kidding me! (PHOEBE points across the room at the same time PRUE holds up the paper, pointing to SPENCER’s picture.) That’s him! (They look at each other.) What?
(At that moment, SPENCER's ASSISTANT turns around and sees PHOEBE at the table with PRUE and MARY. His mouth drops open as he points.)
SPENCER's ASSISTANT: Oh my god, it’s her!
[Scene: Manor. Attic. PAIGE and DARRYL are there. PAIGE is standing over the table, holding JULIAN’s G.I. Joe in her hand with the scrying crystal draped over it. She’s dangling the crystal over a map of San Francisco, but the crystal just keeps spinning.]PAIGE: I don’t understand, Marcus isn’t magical, so he shouldn’t have the power to block the scrying crystal.
DARRYL: Maybe a demon’s helping him?
(PAIGE shakes her head.)
PAIGE: That doesn’t make sense…
(DARRYL narrows his eyes.)
DARRYL: Maybe you’re not looking at the right map?
PAIGE: Excuse me? (DARRYL spots a globe. He grabs it and sets it on top of PAIGE’s San Francisco map.) Darryl, he just got out of prison, I doubt he has the finances for world travel yet.
(DARRYL spins the globe and brings it to a stop where the United States is located. He turns it so the U.S. is facing up and points to California.)
DARRYL: Try that.
(PAIGE eyes him, then hovers the crystal over the state. A moment later, the crystal jerks to the right, crossing the California-Nevada border and hovers in Nevada, before slowly pulling downwards.)
PAIGE: Nevada!
DARRYL: He’s probably heading for Vegas. (DARRYL points at the crystal and moves his finger down to Southern Nevada to point in the general direction of Las Vegas.) It’s a great place for criminals to get lost. (He pulls out his cell phone and begins to dial a number.)
PAIGE: What are you doing?
DARRYL: Calling the station, I’m going to tell them I got an anonymous tip-
PAIGE: I have a faster way. (She grabs DARRYL’s hand and they orb out.)
[Scene: Piper and Leo’s house. PIPER’s jeep is pulling into the driveway.]
[Cut to inside the keep. PIPER pulls down her mirror and presses a button causing the garage door to open. LEO is still staring out the window.]
[Flashback: LEO is walking down the isle of the train. Most of the seats are filled with young men around his age, also dressed in World War Two uniforms. He notices a free spot next to a young redheaded woman in a white nurse’s uniform who is turned towards the window. LEO walks over.]LEO: Is this seat taken?
(The woman turns around, revealing herself to be a twenty-one-year-old NATALIE FIELDS. Her name tag reads, “N. Fields.” NATALIE smiles and shakes her head.)
NATALIE: No. (LEO sits down.) It just seems like most people would rather not sit next to a woman.
(LEO stares at her.)
LEO: I don’t understand that. If it weren’t for nurses, the soldiers would be in pretty bad shape now wouldn’t they?
(NATALIE smiles.)
NATALIE: I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.
(LEO holds out his hand.)
LEO: Leo Wyatt. (NATALIE grips his hand firmly and they shake.)
NATALIE: Natalie Fields. (She notices a red cross stitched onto the arm of LEO’s uniform.) Oh, you’re medic.
(LEO nods.)
LEO: Looks like we’ll be working together.
NATALIE: I look forward to it.
[Cut back to the present. PIPER touches LEO’s shoulder, pulling him back from his thoughts.]LEO: What?
PIPER: I said, can you pull your seat forward so Mel can get out?
LEO: Oh, (he unbuckles himself) sure.
(LEO reaches down and pulls a lever to move the seat forward. In the back seat, MELINDA opens the back door and climbs out, carrying the car seat with her infant self. She shuts the back door and opens her dad’s side door.)
MELINDA: You comin’?
LEO: Yeah… (He climbs out of the car, heading for the door leading into the house.)
[Flashback: LEO and NATALIE are getting off the train and start heading through the noisy crowd.]LEO: Do you know where we’re supposed to be going now?
(NATALIE hands LEO a small pamphlet.)
NATALIEe: Company 21 boards flight three-seventeen to the Guadalcanal.
(LEO is looking through the pamphlet as they walk. He sees the instructions that NATALIE just explained.)
LEO: Oh. (His face turns a little red.) I don’t think I have one of these.
NATALIE: You can keep it, I’ve already memorized it.
MAN's VOICE: Leo! Hey, Leo! Wait up!
(LEO stops and turns around, prompting NATALIE to do the same. Two men run up to them. LEO’s face lights up.)
LEO: Rick! (He gives a quick hug to the larger of the men then does the same with the smaller man.) Nathan. I’m so glad to see you guys!
RICK: We thought you’d gone AWOL on us.
LEO: No, of course not! I’d been saying goodbye to Lilli and then next thing I knew, they were calling to board the trains and I never saw you guys. (He notices NATALIE.) Oh! (He motions to the red haired nurse.) This is Natalie Fields, I met her on the train. Natalie, these are some friends of mine, Rick and Nathan Lang. They're also in Company 21.
(NATALIE shakes hands with RICK and NATHAN.)
NATHAN: (to NATALIE) It’s a pleasure to meet you.
NATALIE: Likewise.
RICK: Any friend of Leo’s is a friend ours. (He wraps his arm around LEO’s shoulders.) He’s a good one right here! (He playfully hits LEO’s arm.) We’ve known each other practically our whole lives; grew up in Burlingame together.
(NATHAN looks at his watch.)
NATHAN: Hey, we gotta go! (He motions his hand.)
RICK: Any idea where-
NATALIE: (interrupting) Flight 317. (LEO stifles a laugh. NATALIE points to a group of soldiers near a ticket window.) I think we should be over there. (She starts to walk off. RICK raises his eyebrow at LEO.)
RICK: Ya sure that ain’t an undercover general?
(LEO rolls his eyes.)
LEO: I think she’s just good at taking charge. (He tugs RICK forward.) C’mon, before they leave without us. (They three men head off after NATALIE.)
[Cut back to the present. LEO is now standing in his and PIPER’s bedroom. His old WWII uniform is lying on the bed and he just stares at it.]
[Scene: 415 Magazine. Photo studio. RUPERT is standing in the doorway, his mouth agape as PHOEBE gets right up in SPENCER’s face, screaming at him. She’s jabbing her finger at him, but he seems unfazed.]PHOEBE: Where do you think you get off saying the things you do, let alone publishing this crap?! (She waves the advice column in his face.)
SPENCER: It’s called business, Sweet Cheeks.
PHOEBE: (mockingly) Business? Ha! Businessmen actually have the couth to meet in person. You wouldn’t know business if it knocked you on your ass. What you do is slander-
SPENCER's ASSISTANT: Mr. Ricks does not slander! People come to him for advice-
PHOEBE: Oh and, “If she’s hot, just ignore the blabber. It’s a given with chicks.” isn’t slander? (She tilts her head to the side accusingly.) It’s denigrating to women and therefore is slander.
SPENCER: It has to be false to be denigrating. (grinning) Can you prove you don’t belong in the kitchen?
(PHOEBE’s eyes bulge and her jaw nearly hits the floor. PRUE clasps her hand to her mouth.)
PRUE: (warningly) Phoebe!
PHOEBE: (yelling) How dare you! (She smacks SPENCER across the face with an open palm so forcefully and suddenly that he loses his balance and falls onto his butt. His assistant gasps as he grapples to help SPENCER up.)
SPENCER's ASSISTANT: Are you okay Mr. Ricks?! (He helps SPENCER up as PRUE runs across the room, grabbing her sister. The assistant turns as PRUE pulls PHOEBE away.) Mark my words, you’ll be hearing Mr. Ricks’ attorneys!
(PRUE forcefully hauls her yelling sister out of the room. RUPERT is staring shell shocked while MARY grins.)
MARY: That woman’s my heroine!
[Scene: Nevada interstate highway. A black 2003 Dodge Ram is speeding through the endless desert.]
[Cut to the bed of the truck. PAIGE and DARRYL are ducked down, hiding underneath the back window. DARRYL looks furious.]DARRYL: And how exactly do you plan to stop this guy? Orb in front of him and hope he veers off the road?
PAIGE: Actually, that’s not a bad idea-
DARRYL: Paige!
PAIGE: Look! I hadn’t exactly thought this through-
DARRYL: Obviously.
PAIGE: All I was thinking about was saving Julian.
DARRYL: And you also didn’t think about how you were going to explain his rescue.
(PAIGE grits her teeth.)
PAIGE: Maybe if I use a spell?
DARRYL: And then what?
PAIGE: Hello? I’m making this up as I go along.
DARRYL: Hence the problem I’ve been complaining about for the last ten high speed minutes!
(PAIGE puckers her lips in thought.)
PAIGE: We need to get the license plate number.
DARRYL: And how are we going to do that?
PAIGE: We aren’t, (she points her thumb at herself) I am. (She grins.) I’ve been practicing a little somethin’ with my orbing and I think this is a perfect opportunity to try it out.
(PAIGE orbs, but instead of disappearing completely, the orbs linger in the air. They drift through the air and up and over the bed of the truck. DARRYL watches anxiously as he sees PAIGE’s head suddenly poke out of the cloud of orbs as it chases after the truck. DARRYL looks shocked as PAIGE’s lips move, a sign of her memorizing the license plate. Her head disappears back into the orbs again and then they fly towards him, wrap around him, and he dissolves into the orbs and they disappear.)
[Scene: Manor. Attic. PAIGE and DARRYL orb in. DARRYL jumps back.]DARRYL: What the hell was that?
PAIGE: Cool, huh? I’ve been working on orbing certain parts of my body instead of everything all at once. (She points to DARRYL’s pocket.) Now, get on the phone, it’s time to make a call.
DARRYL: To who?
PAIGE: We’ve finally got something reliable for that anonymous tip.
(DARRYL starts dialing on his phone.)
DARRYL: Hello? (pause) This is Inspector Darryl Morris speaking, I’ve just got an anonymous tip about the missing Seldon boy…
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