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"A year after the death
of Snow White's mother,

the king remarried.

But his new bride was in fact
a wicked witch,

- one consumed by jealousy..."
- What are you still doing up?

Not sleeping, as usual.

First trimester nonsense, I guess.

- You want me to mix you up a potion?
- Oh, no, thanks.

I don't want to turn my baby
into a guinea pig.

I got enough to worry about.

Like I'd ever risk turning my future
niece into a rodent. Please.

No, I was speaking figuratively.

And it is not a knock at your
super-witch kick.

It's just, I don't wanna subject her

to anything that could be
remotely bad for her, that's all.

Then maybe you should put away
those silly fairy tales.

Silly? You think fairy tales are silly?

Yeah, they're all about
helpless women

needing big, strong men
to come and rescue them.

Plus they're filled with evil witches.
You really wanna teach your kid that?

No, I wanna teach her values.

And that's what fairy tales are best at.

You know, good overcomes evil.

That's how Grams taught us.

Well, my grandmother taught me
values just fine

without big, bad wolves
devouring little girls.

- You want my advice?
- Not really.

You should ditch the fiction
and do what all other moms-to-be do,

and that is to rely
on your natural instincts.

Well, my natural instincts
are to panic.

And besides, every other
mother-to-be does not have to worry

about her child orbing out to Tahiti
when they are sent to their room.

I don't have a clue.

Luckily, you have
two magical sisters

who are gonna help you
any way they can.

So don't worry, honey,
you're gonna be just fine.

I hope so.

Where were we?

"A year after the death
of Snow White's mother,

the king remarried.

But his new bride was in fact
a wicked witch,

one consumed by jealousy.

Every day she asked
the magic mirror the same question. "

Aren't you dead yet?

Still so bitter
after all these centuries?

Some things never change.

Careful, my boy.

Those are not just symbols.
They are pieces of history.

I understand.

Never forget,
the power of every fairy tale

emanates from each of these.

Their magic continues to shape
every child born, even to this day.

Which makes the task of preserving
and protecting them that much greater.

No, the mirror. Don't let it fall!

Thanks so much.

I thought I'd never get out of there.

Now, this is the way
to begin a story.

Who are you?

A little rusty
on your fairy tales, I see.

Evil witch, magic mirror?

Speaks only the truth?

Perhaps this will help:

Freedom's loss must be unwitting
Into the glass, to do my bidding

Now, amuse me.

Not that you have any choice.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

who is the most powerful
witch of all?

You're much stronger
than most witches I see.

Yet, truth be told,

there are three
more powerful than thee.

We'll see about that.

Piper?

Where's the baby?

It's okay. You're okay.

I think I had a nightmare.

Yeah, the Brothers Grimm
strike again.

I wonder how they got their name.
Where's Leo?

I don't know. I think he's helping
one of his charges.

- What are you doing?
- Failing miserably.

I can't seem to make this
protection potion work.

Well, that's because it can't be done.

Well, according to the Book, it can.

Your Grams was working on an entry,

so that means she was close
to figuring one out.

Well, too bad she's not around.
She could help us both out.

I just... I need a little guidance.

What about your friend, Wendy?
She just had a baby, ask her.

Yeah, not one that could
heal herself from the womb.

I just wish I could talk to somebody
who's been through this before.

There you are.

Paige, did you ever
make that vanquishing potion?

- Vanquishing potion?
- The one for Cole.

Remember, I gave you
the letter opener with his blood on it?

Right, vanquishing potion.

I'm sorry, I didn't know you needed
that right away. Do you?

Well, if the nightmare I had last night
turns out to be a premonition,

then yeah, bigtime.

He had me back in the underworld
as his queen.

Oh, yeah, but you've had
that nightmare before.

I've lived that nightmare before.
We all have.

But this time
we have to be prepared.

No arguments here.

And he's got a lot more powers now.

So there's no telling how
he's going to come after me.

You guys have to be
really careful, okay?

What, you think Cole's gonna
try and kill us?

That would not be exactly
the best way to win you back.

Yeah, but it wouldn't be
the first time he tried.

But he just helped us save her.

Only because he didn't wanna
lose me.

All I'm saying is we've gotta be ready
just in case he tries something.

He is still a demon.

Call me at work if you get
the potion, okay?

- Wanna see more?
- No.

I think I've seen enough
to know how to kill them.

Powerful though you are,
I doubt it can be done,

for good magic protects
the Charmed Ones.

Still, I wonder if it can
protect them against

such powerful magic
as we have here.

Certainly worth a try.

But using the props for evil could...

Change the meaning of fairy tales?

Shift them away from good?
So be it.

Let's begin with Snow White.
She was easy prey.

Woodsman, come forth.

Bring me the heart of the witch
who's as white as snow.

As you wish.

Now, mirror, mirror.

Show me the sister
who's been burned by love.

Oh, I know, I know.
I am very, very late.

It's okay, I switched
your 9:00 with the 2:00,

bumped your 10 to 12,
and I made your 11:00 a lunch.

I have no idea what you just said,
but it sounds great.

Any messages?

Yeah, your divorce attorney called,
then Cole, Cole and Cole again.

- Get my divorce attorney on the phone.
- Okay.

- I'm sorry.
- I'll get some paper towels.

- I am so sorry.
- Oh, that's okay.

Here, l...

Thanks.

I really am terribly sorry.
I'd be happy to pay for the dry-cleaning.

No, that's not necessary.

- Mr?
- Prince. Adam Prince.

- Hi, Adam, I'm...
- Phoebe.

I read your column.

- You do?
- You seem surprised.

Well, yeah, you're not exactly
my target audience.

Unless you're a closet
housewife pining for love.

Well, one out of two is not bad.

Adam, sorry. Got hung up in traffic.

What are you doing here?

You two know each other?

- Well, yeah, we're married.
- Yeah, but about to be divorced.

I didn't want this to affect your decision
whether to buy the paper.

What...? Buy what pa...?
This paper?

Adam's family owns several papers
across the country, Phoebe.

TV stations too.

And Cole, through his law firm,
was the one that suggested

I might be interested
in buying this one.

That's fascinating stuff right there.

- Excuse us.
- Excuse us.

I don't know what you're up to,

but whatever it is,
it is not gonna work.

Don't you think you're being
a little paranoid?

With my demon ex-husband from hell?
No, Cole, I don't.

Look, I'm just trying
to help you, okay?

I found out that Adam
liked your column,

so I figured if he could
syndicate it...

If you hurt me or my sisters,
I will vanquish you.

And this time,
I'll make sure it sticks.

You all right?

Yeah. I'll be fine.

So I guess this is probably not
the best time to ask you out.

I mean, not on a date, per se.

It's just that I'm hosting a charity
fundraiser tonight at the St. Regis,

and I thought
maybe if you're interested...

I'm interested.

And very, very flattered.

But you're probably right,
it's not the best time for me, you know.

- Sure.
- Rain check?

Absolutely.

Okay.

All right.

You heard me, Leo. I want you
to bring Grams back, now.

Okay, I can't do that. She's dead.

Well, I realize that.
Thank you very much, Leo.

I'm not asking you to resurrect her,

I just need her here for a little while,
for some advice.

Then why don't you try
conjuring her?

You did it once before.

Yeah, okay, but that was
a unique situation, okay?

And besides, I already tried.
It didn't work.

Look, I know this doesn't seem
important, but it is to me.

I can't do this alone.

Well, you're not alone. I'm here.

Yeah, I know, and it's not your fault.

But there's only so much
you can do, okay?

I'm the one that's carrying the baby,
and I don't want to screw it up.

- That's ridiculous.
- No, it's not ridiculous.

It is not ridiculous at all.
This is not raging hormones talking.

Okay, this is a very special baby
with very special needs,

and I need someone pretty damn
special to help me figure it out.

And when I say now, I mean now!

Piper.

Thank you.

Don't thank me, I didn't do anything.

What am I doing here?

And corporeal to boot?

Well, what do you mean?
Didn't you come on your own power?

Honey, I'm good,
but I'm not that good.

Well, as long as I'm here,
don't I get a hug?

But wait, I still don't understand.
Who summoned you?

- The baby?
- No. You think?

Maybe you tapped
into her power somehow

and made your wish come true.

Oh, you wished for me? Why?

Because I need help.
I need your advice.

I need to know how
to get ready for this baby.

Oh, well, that's easy.

Now, let's see, have you been
exercising your powers daily?

Do I need to?

Well, you know, if you don't
wanna lose control of them.

Did you perform a ritual
to promote growth?

Did you cast a spell to ward off
demonic parasites?

Sweetheart, what did you do?

We built a nursery
in our bedroom closet.

Closet? Well, no wonder
this baby called me.

Come on, we'll start in there.
We've got plenty of work to do.

Oh, my goodness.

Don't tell me you're already
interviewing nannies.

Paige, you're even more beautiful
than I imagined.

And you are?

Why, I'm your Grams, of course.
Oh, come here.

Quick, go clean up the nursery.

No offence,
but aren't you supposed to be dead?

Oh, I'm over that. Look at you.

I mean, you're absolutely gorgeous.

You have my mother's eyes.
Oh, she was a real looker too.

Bet you have plenty
of boyfriends, right?

Actually, not a problem
I'm having right now, Mrs. Halliwell.

Oh, please, call me Grams.

Piper!

What the hell was that?

What's going on? Paige?

Paige?

Try as you might, fairy-tale magic
runs out at midnight.

There's still plenty of time.

The Woodsman failed, but I won't.

I'll split the witches up

and make sure that none of them
lives happily ever after.

I'm telling you, that was a demon.

No crazy person off the street
is that good with an axe.

Except since when do demons
attack with an axe?

Athame, axe, what's the difference?

Who cares? Let's just see if there's
any more where he came from.

I mean, I certainly don't want a body
if it's gonna get chopped up.

Well, Piper says you're the super witch.
What do you think he was?

I don't know.

Although there was something
about him that looked familiar.

A little like this, maybe?

Oh, the Woodsman, of course.

Oh, you recognized him too.

I read fairy tales to my baby
just like you read to me.

Oh, darling. Well, I'm glad
you're finally doing something.

Wait, you're saying a fairy-tale
character came to life

and attacked us? Come on.

Well, why not?

They're real.
I mean, at least they used to be.

What?

Oh, Paige.

I can see I have lots
to teach you too.

Fairy tales are not all fables, my dear.

Some are recountings of
ancient battles between good and evil.

And they're as much a part
of our heritage

as anything
in the Book of Shadows.

You expect me to believe
that there are giant beanstalks

and gingerbread houses
that actually existed?

You used to think the Evil Enchantress
was just a fairy tale too, didn't you?

That was different, that was...

A past life, yours.

Hey, you guys,
was anyone here when this got?

Grams.

In the flesh, so to speak.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

Wait, what did I just hug?
Where did you get the body from?

Oh, it's a long story.
And speaking of stories,

a fairy tale just tried
to slice our heads off.

A fairy tale?

The Woodsman from Snow White.

Okay, well, that would explain
where these came from.

Glass slippers.

Cinderella's, no doubt.
Cole knows it's my favourite.

Cole? You think Cole
is doing all of this?

Who else has enough power
to turn fairy tales against us?

I told you he was gonna attack.

Except it was an evil witch who sent
the Woodsman in Snow White.

I think I better go check
with the Elders.

I think you better.

- What are you doing?
- Proving that I'm right.

Hey, that's risky.
You don't know what could happen.

Well, I know that Cole won't hurt me,
physically anyway.

Well, as much as I distrust him,
we don't know that it's him behind this.

All the more reason to play along
and find out who is.

We can't just sit around here
and wait to be attacked.

She could get killed.

Piper, a little support here?

If Grams thinks it's a good idea,
who am I to disagree?

This way. See?

No problem. I'm fine.

Actually, I'm better than fine.

Where are you going?
Where are you going?

- I don't know, I can't stop!
- Well, get out of them.

I can't.

The door! The door!

- Grams, what do we do?
- Just let her go.

We're never gonna be able to get
to the bottom of this if you don't.

Paige, follow her.
Orb her out if she gets in trouble.

She's already in trouble.

Help!

I'm gonna have to help you
get ready to be a mother later.

Right now, we've got to deal
with evil witches.

Right.

Oh, not that book.
This one.

Listen, I am very interested
in making an offer,

but I am on my way
to a charity event right now.

Can we talk first thing
in the morning?

Great. Thank you.

What the hell?

How can I serve you, my queen?

Just be a charming prince.

Meet Cinderella at the ball.

But be certain that she's
in the carriage at midnight.

Otherwise, you won't have
a happy ending either.

- Hey, I'm walking here.
- Get out of the street!

Don't you have any way
of controlling those things?

They didn't exactly come
with an instruction manual, Paige.

God!

- They stopped.
- Yeah, but why did they stop?

Well, he's got style,
I'll give him that much.

Okay, this is getting too weird.
We're getting out of here.

Excuse me, sir?
Did Cole Turner send you?

Hello? I asked you a question.

Okay, whatever happens,
you are not getting into that...

Phoebe, no!

Looks like he wants Cinderella to go
to the ball alone, just like in the story.

Hold on.

I'll orb you out.

No, go back to the manor.

But what about you?

Look, I'll call for Leo
if I'm in danger, okay?

She's already in danger.

We never should have split up.
No offence, Mrs. Halliwell.

Grams. And none taken.

Yeah, well, if what we heard is true,

then Phoebe could be in a lot more
danger than we think. We all could.

Yeah, if somebody is using
fairy tales for evil,

it could rewrite them, corrupt them
for every future generation.

How? How can you rewrite them?
They're already in print.

Yeah, but every copy is
a manifestation of an original.

An original that was entrusted
to the Keeper of the Fairy Tales

long ago for protection.

The Elders think something
has happened to him,

that somebody took over
the fortress from the inside.

An evil witch, I might add.

Why don't we just orb to this fortress
and kick her butt?

Because nobody knows where it is.

Its location has been kept secret,
even from the Elders.

Where was their infinite wisdom
on the day that was decided?

The point is we have no way
of finding her.

Piper, I'm surprised at you.

I mean, she's a witch, isn't she?
Just scry for her.

Oh, right.

Then, after you find her,

you lure her back here to us,
and we vanquish her with a potion.

What potion?

Oh, one that works wonders
on evil witches.

Come, I'll show you.

Maybe we could also work
on your protection potion,

if we have time.

You all right?

I need to concentrate.

She'll find you.
And by midnight too.

I want her to find me.

Part of me, anyway.

Hair and a cloak? That's not
in the Little Red Riding Hood tale.

No.

But luring them away
from Grandmother's house is.

And so is the big bad wolf.

Excuse me, pardon me.
Coming through.

Excuse me.

Phoebe, you came.
I'm so glad.

Yeah, well, I didn't really
have much of a choice.

- You look fabulous.
- Thanks.

I just hope you're not here
with someone else.

Oh, no. I am definitely
not here with someone else.

Even if that someone else
thinks I am.

I'm sorry?

Oh, well, speak of the devil.

- What are you doing here?
- As if you don't know.

- Actually, I don't.
- Listen, Cole,

these boots may be
made for walking,

but they're never walking
back to you, buddy.

Boots?

You know what I mean.

Am I up to something again?

Listen, why don't we get a drink?

Oh, you two here together?

Yeah, yeah, isn't that part
of your master plan?

There is no master plan.

At least, not one that'll work.

- Okay, you ready?
- Yes.

- Phoebe, wait.
- Listen, why don't you back off, pal.

Excuse me?

Okay, you know what,
leave him alone, Cole. Let him go.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. You ready?

- Phoebe, I don't think you should...
- I don't care what you think.

Just stay the hell away from me.

You must take care to cut
the mandrake root to expose the meat.

Otherwise, it doesn't do any good.

And then you simply roll them
in mustard seed, but not too heavily.

And then...

...goodbye, evil witch.

I can't believe you did that
without looking at the Book once.

Honey, I wrote the Book.
All the good potions, anyway.

Would you be a dear
and get me a vial?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Paige, the vial?

I'm sorry.

You know, it's a good thing
you quit your job.

You catch on quickly
and you have a real gift for the craft.

How'd you know I quit my job?
How'd you know I even had a job?

Oh, I peek.
I mean, you know, sometimes.

Oh, but never during
a private moment.

Thanks, I guess.

I mean, what choice do I have?

- Okay, no offence, Mrs. Halliwell...
- Grams.

Okay, that's my point.
I already had a grams.

One I really, really loved.

And yes, technically we're related
and you're my grandmother too.

I guess it just feels a little odd
because I don't know you.

I understand.

And I wouldn't dream of trying
to replace someone

as special to you as that.

But isn't it possible
that maybe there might be

a little room left in your heart
for me too?

Someday?

Well, at least I can see
where I get my stubbornness from.

I'd better get a couple of vials
for Phoebe and Piper too.

Grams?

You don't need Grams to do
the scrying. What's gotten into you?

I don't know. I suddenly feel
like I can't make any decisions at all.

I feel like I'm 10 years old again
around her.

Hey, what's this?

Oh, let me guess.
Little Red Riding Hood's?

Wait, we're off the beaten path,
aren't we?

Oh, no, Grams.

Paige.

Paige!

No. No!

What happened?

I'm afraid she's dead.

I know there's something in here
somewhere about poison. Leo?

No, we are not giving up.
This is a stinking fairy tale.

If Snow White can come back to life,
then Paige can too.

Right, Grams?

I wouldn't get my hopes up.

What are you talking about?

You're supposed to be the expert.
There has got to be some way.

- What about a kiss?
- A kiss?

It worked for Snow White.
It's worth a shot.

A kiss. Yes, by all means.

Come, let's find her boyfriend.

She doesn't have a boyfriend,
remember?

Right, sorry.

Stomach is really upset.

Wait, I got a spell.

Hear our call
For those who fall

Purge her to awaken
From this toxin taken

Nothing.

Grams, what do we do?

We focus on vanquishing
the evil witch,

in the hopes that it reverses
the dark magic. It's our only hope.

Did you finish
the vanquishing potion?

No, unfortunately.

Bad batch.

Oh, Leo, would you be a lamb
and see who that is?

Honey? Honey, you might
wanna come look at this.

What? What is it?

Someone here
eat a poisoned apple?

You know, there's a fine line
between love and hate.

What?

It's just I'm not sure if you're dancing
with me or for Cole.

To make him jealous, I mean.

Oh, no, it's not like that at all.
It's just very complicated.

I see.

I could always have him fired,
if that would help.

- Really?
- Absolutely, just say the word.

- Word.
- Done.

You know, it's almost midnight.

What do you say we get out of here?

Hold that thought.

I don't know what happened to you,
but I do know evil when I see it.

And you're it.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- No, of course you don't.

But if you try to hurt Phoebe,
I'll kill you.

She's dead?
What do you mean she's dead?

Don't worry,
the dwarves are all over it.

The dwarves?

Piper cast a spell
that wound up summoning

the descendants
of the seven dwarves.

Actually, they prefer to be called
"little people" now.

Snow White and the Little People?

Look, the point is that they preserve
the dead. It's what they do.

At least it'll buy us time

until we can vanquish
the evil witch who's behind all this.

Cole is behind all of this.

Not according to the Elders he's not.

Wha...?

Look, even if he is responsible,
there's nothing more you can do here.

Piper needs you back home
to try and save Paige.

Okay.

When's her prince getting here?

She doesn't have a prince.

No prince?
Then who's gonna kiss her?

- I'll do it.
- In your dreams, stinky. I'll do it.

- I told you not to call me that.
- People!

A little professional
decorum here, please.

Forgive them, it's been a while.

Sweetheart,
what are you doing with that?

Well, I'm not gonna sit around
and wait for the wolf to attack.

Wolf? What wolf?

From Little Red Riding Hood.
This cloak is meant for me.

Oh, you don't believe
that silly old story, do you?

Grams, you're the one that says
fairy tales are based in truth.

Well, yes, but that one
was made up to scare little kids.

I mean, after all, a little girl gets
eaten in the end. What a downer.

No, the Woodsman comes
and cuts open the wolf's stomach,

and frees her and the grandmother.

Well, that's not the popular version.

Well, it's in our version.

Really? Show me.

- Think she knows that's a wolf?
- Not our business.

Okay, let's orb.

Phoebe, where are you going?
Who is this guy?

This is my brother-in-law. Something
has happened and I gotta get home.

- I'm really sorry, Adam.
- Then let me give you a ride.

Don't go anywhere with this guy.

How could you have done this?

- Done what?
- Come on.

- Phoebe, wait.
- Leave her alone!

Keep him away from me.

Leo, he's evil.

Really? And what are you?

So Red Riding Hood
comes into the house,

and finds the wolf
dressed as her grandmother.

As if she wouldn't see through that.

Skip down.

Okay, let's see.

She says, "Grandmother,
what big ears you have."

"The better to hear you with,
my dear."

And then, "What big eyes you have."

"The better to see you with,
my dear."

Yeah, yeah, and then,

"What big teeth you have."

"The better to eat you with,
my dear!"

Piper.

What are we doing out here?

No!

The end.

Put it down. Gently.

I can't. The witch will kill me.

And so will I.

You don't wanna hurt her.

Oh, what am I gonna do with you?

Keep your hands off my pumpkin.

Where's my wife?

Where's my wife?

No!

Piper.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I think so.

- How did you?
- She blew him up from the inside.

Although it took her long enough.

Back off, Grams,
I just saved your ass.

She's back.

Your sister. And I had nothing
to do with this, I swear.

- Oh, my.
- What are we going to do now?

Well, we do what we were gonna
do in the first place.

We find the witch who did this
and vanquish her.

- Do you know how to find her?
- No.

Wait a minute, I think I do.

The wolf was trying to get into
the book of fairy tales.

Perhaps it's a portal of some sort.

Although I don't know how
we access it.

Well, we can't.

But maybe
Little Red Riding Hood can.

I knew I was gonna have to put on
this stupid thing sooner or later.

Don't forget the potion.

Go on. Show her who's
the most powerful witch of all.

Why won't you answer
my question?

Why won't you tell me
what I want to hear?

You know as well as I
that I cannot tell a lie.

Damn it!

Well, then, if I'm not the most
powerful witch in the land, who is?

Take a wild guess.

You?

That's not possible.

The wolf ate you. I saw it.

Yeah, well, I didn't agree with him.

See if this agrees with you.

No, I'm melting.

I'm melting! I'm melting!

You saved me.

Are you the Keeper?

No, his apprentice.

Or at least I was.

Oh, no. Wait, if he didn't
come back to life,

does that mean
my sisters won't either?

No, no, they were victims
of fairy-tale magic,

so when you saved the fairy tales,
you saved them too.

A glass slipper is missing.

Must mean that story
hasn't found the happy ending yet.

Well, I guess this makes you
the new Keeper.

I guess so.

Any idea how I get
the heck out of here?

All right, can someone please tell me
how I got in a coffin?

You were dead, dear.

But bright side, at least now we have
something in common.

You know, you really ought
to get yourself a prince

in case this ever happens again.

- Who are you?
- We'll send you the bill.

Let's go, men.

- Come on, guys, let's go.
- All right.

Paige, you're okay.

Which means the witch is vanquished.
So where's?

Piper.

Is everybody okay?

Well, thanks to you they are.

Well, I suppose that means
it's time for me to go.

Mind giving me a lift?

Well, why do you have to go at all?

Because I don't belong here anymore.

See, you thought you needed me,

but I was only here to remind you
that you don't.

Not even for her.

Okay, but what about me?

I feel like I didn't get to spend
any time with you.

That's okay. I don't stay dead long.

Good point.

Well, do I at least
get a hug goodbye?

It was great to finally meet you.

Grams.

Be safe, my darlings.

Where are you going?

I need to catch up on my fairy tales.

I guess I'm gonna catch up
on some sleep.

Okay, you want me to say it,
don't you?

I was wrong, okay? I'm sorry.

I really am.

It's not your fault.
I lost your trust a long time ago.

I can't expect
to earn it back overnight.

I don't think I'm gonna trust anyone
any time soon.

Do you mean Adam?

He was just being used by the witch.
He's a good guy.

Really? I don't think
I can even tell anymore.

What are we doing here?

Rebuilding your trust.

You liked him
when you first met him, right?

Yeah, so?

So he's not under a spell.

Why don't you see if
your original instincts were right?

Look, I don't want you
to fall in love with him, Phoebe.

But you need to realize he's not evil.

Why are you doing this?

Because unless you learn
to trust yourself again,

you'll never learn to trust me.