Cavern Of The Bi Kraps. Cole fiddles absently with the amulet while he awaits Ian’s return. The Freak waits with him, and the two snipe at each other a bit. So sad when love goes wrong, isn’t it? Ian squiggles in, uttering an apology about the other “business [he had] to attend to.” He asks for the amulet, and Cole hands over. Ian then jovially asks for the gruesome details of the mission: “Was it a beautiful death?” Cole responds with “huh?” noises. He didn’t kill the witch in question because, he lies, doing so would have alerted the Halliwells to the theft. Ian reveals that the “other business” he had was whacking the blonde. “Don’t make me clean up after you again, Belthazor,” he warns. The Freak asks to be given the next amulet-related assignment. Ian wants Cole to do it. He passes his hand across Cole’s face again, and sends him on his way with another warning: “Find the witch, and this time show no mercy.” A poker-faced Cole squiggles out. “Think he’ll do it?” asks the Freak. “You keep putting the bottle in front of him, sooner or later he’s going to take a drink,” is Ian’s reply. Even if that doesn’t happen, Ian has further “insurance” to assure Cole’s compliance. Ian raises his left hand, and a glowing white orb materializes between his fingers. This is where that nefarious twiddling would be useful. Alas, Ian’s face remains hair-free. Wish I could say the same for the Freak.

Manor. Phoebe enters through the front door, followed by Prue and the Dolt. Prue wants to scry for the other witch. The Dolt reveals that scrying would be useless in this case, as the amulet deflects all magic, good or evil. Phoebe guesses that this little detail factored into their earlier failure to find the blonde in time. Prue frets a bit, but the conversation is interrupted by what sounds like a moist gunshot in the kitchen. Trust me on that description. The camera cuts to reveal Piper mewling helplessly as wet, fleshy chunks of red and pink drop from the ceiling to cling to her hair, hands, and clothes. Prue asks, “Was it a demon?” No, it was a watermelon. Piper pitched it up into the air and tried to freeze it. It exploded instead. Snicker. Yes, snicker. God help me. Piper gestures in frustration as she tells her tale of watermelon woe, and the dirty dishes in the sink explode. Startled, she wheels around while flapping her hands some more, and the glass in the cupboard doors shatters. “Piper,” Phoebe intones. “Put your hands down and no one will get hurt.” “Hon-eeeee,” Piper whines. The Dolt shushes her. Prue slides a couple of large oven mitts over Piper’s hands and tells her to freeze the teakettle. Boom! Phoebe suggests that Piper try to calm down, as her current heightened state of anxiety is likely exacerbating the problem. The Dolt orbs out to consult TPTB. Prue wonders again how they’re to find the other half of the amulet while Piper whines some more.