Clearing, night. Eleven o'clock, to be exact. As in, five hours after the previous scene. Is there a little bundle of joy nestling contentedly against Charlotte's bosom? Of course not. This is Charmed. The Ps huddle around the altar and stumble upon a method that might provide the "protected circle" in which Charlotte needs to give birth, just as the witch posse closes in. Five hours after the previous scene. Just wanted to point that out again. Anyway, Piper's given midwife duties, as the other two know she's going to have a little stranger herself at some point in the future. "I always get the messy jobs," she grunts, and stomps off to the prone and groaning Charlotte. Prue tells Phoebe to draw the circle while she works on the apples-and-laurel-leaves protection, as Cole and Granny Caan approach from a distance on horseback. Piper tells Charlotte to be as quiet as possible as Phoebe skitters around in a circle about them, tossing herbs this way and that. Just as the infant crowns, to the dismay of a panicked Piper, Prue and Phoebe grab the laureled apples and chant "knowledge and reverence" in unison. Well, it's not much, but it's better than the Hallmark cards they usually recite. Cole and Granny Caan watch from the sidelines, she wondering what he's waiting for, he revealing he wants to see "what they've learned." With the posse charging, Phoebe and Prue toss the apples to, presumably, the four points of the compass around them, and a blue circle flares up around the altar. The horses slam into the invisible obstacle and rear up, tossing their riders to the ground.
Cole notes the three Ps have "connected," and says it's too late for them to accomplish anything. As Granny Caan attempts to get him to change his mind, one of her minions fires off a shot which penetrates the protective circle to ricochet off the stone altar. Charlotte gives birth to a girl as another couple of rounds whistle past the four women in the circle. Phoebe gets an idea for something that might frighten off the posse for good, announces she's "going to embrace the cliché," dons the conical hat, and perches herself on a broom. What she embraces is a crappy blue-screen effects sequence. The broom lights up and rises into the air, and Phoebe hovers over Granny Caan's minions, attempting to cackle ominously but managing to sound like a Tri-Delt at a frat kegger snorting Whip-Its. The posse scatters. Cole dismounts and opens up a portal in the ground before Granny Caan, then calmly steps down into it. Shot of Phoebe, riding her broom against the full moon glowing in the background. Shot of Piper and Prue, admiring the sight. Shot of Cuervo Gold, down my throat.