Scott: You think you can
match me?
Don't make me laugh!
Becca: Come on, turn around.
See what I have for you.
Scott: No, not that, please!
No, don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Becca: Laugh at this!
Becca: I hope you said
your prayers, pilgrim.
Tiffany: Oh, Paris
on your honeymoon.
Oh, that must have been totally
romantic.
Oh, now I don't know.
I mean, my honeymoon --
I mean, if and when --
because Paris sounds awesome.
But then so does a Mediterranean
cruise on some swanky yacht.
Janet: Mediterranean cruise
sounds good, too.
Tiffany: Oh, Mrs. Palmer
Cortlandt was in here talking
about how fabulous it was.
That's where she spent
her honeymoon.
Janet: What are you talking
about?
You mean Opal?
Tiffany: Oh, no.
The new Mrs. Palmer Cortlandt.
Janet: Palmer got married
again?
To who?
Tiffany: Uh --
oh.
What's her name?
Millicent: Vanessa Bennett.
Janet: What?
Vanessa Bennett?
I don't believe it.
Millicent: My husband
and I are overjoyed.
At last poor Palmer has a wife
who is his intellectual
and cultural equal.
Janet: You're right.
Palmer never was Opal's equal
in any way, shape, or form.
Miicent: Hmm, I couldn't
agree with you more.
I don't mind telling you I've
died a thousand deaths sitting
across from that woman
at the country club.
Janet: Well, I'm sure
you'll get along great
with Vanessa.
You two have so much in common.
Millicent: Oh.
Marian: Millicent, darling.
It is so lucky running
into you like this.
It'll save you making
a phone call.
You're rsvp'ing about my brunch at the Chandler mansion
tomorrow.
Millicent: Tomorrow?
Marian, dear, it's such short
notice.
Marian: Well, I had
the messengers deliver it
to you specially this morning.
Millicent: Well --
Marian: Well, darling,
your maid Dolores said you got
the invitation, Millicent.
Millicent: Oh.
That invitation.
Marian: Yes, that one.
Oh, please, you really are
coming, aren't you?
Erica: Yes, may I be
connected with
Dr. David Hayward's room,
please?
Erica: No.
No, thank you.
Wait.
Yes, I would like to leave
a message.
Would you please tell
Dr. Hayward that his evening
appointment has been confirmed?
Thank you.
Edmund: Poison?
David: Without a doubt.
Edmund: Alex is carrying
poison in her medical bag?
That can't be routine.
David: Well, I have to admit,
I was a little surprised myself.
Edmund: Was it lethal?
David: Oh, I would say so.
Given in the right dosage,
it would topple even
the healthiest specimen.
Edmund: Oh, man, I was truly
hoping it wouldn't be this.
David: But you did
suspect it.
You took the substance
without her knowledge
and you had me analyze it.
Edmund: I know, but I was
hoping that Alex was who
she said she was and that
my brother had sounder judgment.
David: Hmm.
Let's be clear about something
here.
Just because Alex had a vial
of poison in her bag doesn't
prove anything.
Edmund: I realize that.
I need solid evidence that
she tried to kill my brother.
David: All right.
How you going to get it?
Edmund: The autopsy --
she didn't want it performed.
Now we know why.
David: You think she poisoned
Dimitri.
Edmund: An autopsy will
answer that once and for all.
David: Well, it's a bit late
for that, don't you think?
Edmund: No.
My brother's going to get
an autopsy, and you're going
to help me right now.
David: You've got the wrong
guy, Edmund.
Pathology is not my area.
In fact, it's the last field
of medicine that I would've
chosen.
Edmund: You're the only one
with the expertise to get what
needs to be done done.
David: That's -- that's
irrelevant, ok?
If Alex refused to allow
the autopsy the first time
around, what makes you think
that she's going to agree
to exhuming his body now?
Edmund: I'm not going to ask
Alex.
David: Ok, fine.
Then you'll need a court order.
Edmund: I'm not going to get
that, either.
Taking the shortcut.
David: Shortcut?
I'm not sure I like the sound
of that.
[Edmund gets a crowbar]
David: You can't be serious.
Edmund: I'm dead serious.
Now, please, help me find out
what Alex has got covered up.
Alex: He knows, Sean.
No, not about that.
He knows I'm a physician.
Oh, there's no way of
stopping him.
He's going to keep digging.
Yes, it will mean a quick escape
to England, so you'll have
to have everything ready
as we discussed it.
I don't know.
Oh, I have no idea.
It could be any time now.
Yes. All right.
So stay in touch?
Thanks.
[Alex thinks about Dimitri]
Alex's voice: Oh, it's not
bad news.
Dimitri's voice: It's
all right.
It's all right.
It's not what you wanted to say.
What you wanted to say was that
I was cured, that you'd save me,
and all is well.
Instead, you had to tell me that
we're on to plan b -- and I'm
sure it's a marvelous plan
and it'll do really good,
and then maybe there will be
a plan c or d or whatever.
It doesn't matter.
What you have given me --
in a way, my life was over when
I came to you.
I was planning to go to Vadzel
and end it there.
I was. I was.
So this --
sitting here with you --
it's a miracle.
But I don't --
I don't want you to be hurt
anymore.
I don't want this to be harder
on you.
Well, I'll find another doctor.
I will leave the country.
Alex: You can't.
Dimitri: Alex, it's
all right.
Alex: No, it's not.
It won't help.
Don't you see?
You could go to Ethiopia,
you could go to the end
of the world, and I'd still stay
awake at night worrying
about you.
I love you.
It's too late.
Don't you see it's too late?
Dimitri: It's not.
It's not, Alex.
It --
it's just begun.
It's just begun.
Marian: Simply everyone has
asked me if you were going to be
there, and, well, I blush
to tell you that I fibbed
a little and I said yes.
Millicent: Oh, dear.
Marian: I mean, after all,
darling, you are the jewel
in the crown of Pine Valley
society.
Millicent: Oh --
Marian: Oh, no, you must know
that.
And it's going to be a wonderful
event.
For instance, all the PHAT
ladies will be there.
[Tiffany giggles]
Marian: Tiffany,
that's P-H-A-T -- Preserving
Historical Architectural
Treasures.
Tiffany: Oh, I get it!
Marian: And, of course,
Lurlene Tutwiller, the mayor's
wife, wouldn't miss it.
Millicent: Oh, I detest that
bald-faced social climber.
Marian: Oh.
Oh, and my dear friend
Erica Kane's going to be there.
Hi, Erica.
Erica: Hi.
Millicent: Erica Kane is
your dear friend?
Marian: Well --
Millicent: Tell me,
is it true?
Did she have her face healed
in South America?
Because I read somewhere that
she's actually wearin g
an elaborate mask.
Marian: Oh, well, I never
betray the confidence of a close
friend.
But if you really want to know,
I heard that this doctor that
she went to was incredible.
Tiffany: Mrs. Greenlee?
We're ready for your facial.
Millicent: Oh, yes.
Let me look at my book, Marian.
I'll get back to you.
Marian: Oh, Tiffany,
I want a facial as well, ok?
Tiffany: Uh, no way,
Mrs. Chandler.
Only one facial at a time.
Marian: Erica, darling,
would you save my life?
Erica: All right, Marian.
Sure, if I can.
Marian: Brunch tomorrow
at the Chandler mansion.
Erica: Oh, Marian,
I don't know.
I mean, I don't know if I'm
free.
I'll have to check my book.
Marian: Oh, please, darling?
You simply have to come.
Uh, for Stuart.
You see, he desperately wants
to get into The Society
of the Preservation
of Historical Architectural
Treasures.
Erica: Oh, you mean, the PHAT
society -- the P-H-A-T -- PHAT
society.
Stuart wants to join that?
Marian: Yes, it's been
his fondest wish for ever
so long, and he's done so much
to help them over the years
and he's never really been
thanked for it.
So I'm throwing this event
so he can get the recognition
that he so richly deserves.
Erica: I see.
Marian: And the
creme de creme of Pine Valley
society will be three
but, of course, it wouldn't be
the same without you.
Erica: All right, Marian.
All right.
I will do that because it means
so much to Stuart.
Marian: Oh, it does.
Oh, darling, believe me it does.
Thank you.
Erica: Sure.
Woman: Telling you, men get
all the breaks.
Tiffany: They do, huh?
Woman: Look at that old dog
Palmer Cortlandt.
Dumps a perfectly fine wife
and before the divorce is even
out there, he's hooked up
with Vanessa Bennett.
It's humiliating to poor Opal.
Bet she won't find a husband
so soon.
Women never do.
Tiffany: Maybe Opal isn't
looking.
Woman: Still reeling, huh?
Oh.
Hi, Opal, honey.
How are you?
Opal: I'm just fine, thanks.
Erica: Opal?
Well, why don't you just mind
your own marriage?
I am so sorry that you had
to hear that.
Opal: Oh, honey, forget it.
It doesn't matter.
As long as Palmer is with that
she-dog, I'm going to have a big
sign that says "kick me" stuck
on my posterior.
Erica: Don't you dare.
Becca: Next time
you challenge me to a duel,
remember I'm a country girl
and my Grandpa Tyree taught me
how to shoot cans off
the back yard fence.
All I had to do was picture
you on a soda can and you're
mine.
Scott?
You know what?
It's getting kind of dark.
Maybe we should go.
Scott?
Come on.
Oh, I get it.
You're dead.
That's great.
Come on, let's go.
Becca: Scott, come on.
Enough already.
Look, this isn't funny.
Oh, my gosh.
Did you hit your head?
Scott, that better be water.
Um -- um --
listen, everything's going
to be ok.
I'm sure it's nothing serious.
Come on, come on.
Let's wake up.
Can you open your eyes?
Scott, can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Scott: Ow!
Hey, you deserved it.
Shooting me and leaving me lying
in a puddle of -- water,
by the way, not blood.
Becca: Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Scott: And after I begged
for mercy, too?
Becca: I was merely
retaliating against you.
You were the one that
started it.
Scott: Me?
Becca: Yes.
Scott: I believe in making
love, not war.
Becca: Ha!
Scott: What, you don't
believe me?
Becca: Never mind.
But you shouldn't have pushed me
off the float like you did that
way in the lake.
I got wet and I was already dry.
Scott: How did you expect
to get back, by walking
on the water?
Becca: Ok.
Ok, so you're right.
Ok, so I'm not perfect,
like I obviously showed earlier
at the TV station.
Scott: Ah, come on.
I told you to forget about that.
Time code thing was no big deal.
Becca: But I slowed you down.
Scott: Slowed me down?
Becca, this project wouldn't be
close to finished if it weren't
for your great ideas
and your wonderful
organizational skills.
I think you're just perfect.
Well, except for --
Becca: Oh, except for what?
Scott: Except for those
homicidal tendencies you showed
today.
Becca: Oh, I'm sorry.
Is there anything I can do
to make it up to you?
Scott: Yes.
Towel me dry.
Becca: Towel you dry?
Scott: Well, I can hardly
finish the documentary if I'm
dying of pneumonia.
Becca: Oh.
Well, anything for
the documentary.
Becca: Uh --
don't you think --
Scott: What?
Becca: Maybe --
maybe we should be getting back?
Scott: I guess.
Becca: I know.
Janet: I just heard about
Palmer and Vanessa.
I can't believe it.
How you holding up?
Opal: Oh, I'm fine -- except
everybody asking me how I'm
holding up.
I mean, what do I care about
that mangy old hyena?
She can have him.
I hope she enjoys his long
toenails in bed at night.
Erica: Oh, Opal, you don't
have to pretend with us.
I mean, obviously you're upset.
Opal: Well, I am not upset.
Well, not about Palmer.
I am worried about Petey,
though.
Erica: Petey?
Opal: Now that he's got
himself a new wife, what is
to keep him from going back
to court and trying to get
more -- more time with Petey?
Janet: Well, look, if that's
what you're really worried
about, I don't think Vanessa's
the kind of woman that's going
to want a child around.
Opal: Yeah, but as long
as the honeymoon lasts,
I mean, she is going to have
to let him call all the shots.
I would not be surprised to see
her show up in court dressed
as Mary Poppins.
And if the judge is a man
and of a certain age, he's going
to buy her phony baloney act.
Erica: Opal, not at all.
I agree with Janet.
I mean, Vanessa's going to want
Palmer all to herself.
And if she does get sneaky,
we have a secret weapon.
Janet: We do?
Opal: What secret weapon?
Erica: Well, David Hayward.
I'll just get him to go to court
and tell the judge exactly what
kind of a mother Vanessa is.
Opal: Since when does
David Hayward owe you any
favors?
Edmund: Doc, you got
to help me.
You're the only person I can
count on to get the evidence
against Alex.
David: I'm sorry, Edmund.
I'm not about to start exhuming
bodies during my spare time.
In case you've forgotten, it is
illegal.
I could go to jail or,
worse, lose my license
to practice medicine.
Edmund: Your name won't
come up.
I will assume full legal
responsibility.
David: Are you really willing
to go to jail just to get
the goods on Dr. Devane?
Edmund: How can I not?
Every time this woman feeds me
a story and I start to believe
her, I catch her in another lie.
Now, why did she not tell me
she was a doctor unless she had
something to hide?
David: That's a good
question.
Edmund: And then Dimitri's
on this plane.
She said, "Oh, he just died
of a sudden aneurysm.
He was perfectly healthy before
that."
And then when I corner her,
she goes, "Oh, he had a fatal
brain disease," and she was
treating him.
David: A Prion disease, yeah.
Which, by the way, if it is
a lie, was a brilliant choice.
Most doctors aren't familiar
with it.
Edmund: You said this poison
can kill a person?
David: If administered
in large doses, yes.
Edmund: What about small
doses, gradually.
Could it fool Dimitri that
he had a brain disease?
David: I --
I can't say for certain, ok?
But I would guess that,
yes, it is possible.
Edmund: Is the Alex you know
capable of such a thing?
David: Hmm.
The Alex I know is capable
of justifying anything that
she sets her mind to.
Edmund: Then I need
an autopsy, to find the truth.
Even though it's going to cause
my family so much more pain.
David: Why, what are
you saying?
She's wormed her way
into your family's heart?
Edmund: Yeah.
There's people who find
a connection to Dimitri in her.
And Gillian --
there's a special bond
with Gillian and Alex.
It's going to be especially hard
on her.
David: Poor Gillian.
Admit it, Edmund --
for a second there, you forgot
who you were dealing with.
Edmund: I know exactly who
I'm dealing with.
I know you don't care about
my brother, my brother dying,
or my family.
But I do know you're going
to help me because of
your feelings for her.
David: What feelings are
those?
Edmund: I don't know exactly.
I don't know.
But I saw the way she just
treated you.
You don't let a woman dismiss
you just like that.
David: Well, as I said
earlier, we had a run-in a few
years back.
Edmund: What'd she do
to you, doc?
David: There's nothing
she could do to me.
Not a woman like that.
Edmund: She get to you?
Personally?
No?
I don't know what it was,
but she got to you.
And what better way to get
to her than by proving she's
a murderer.
David: Look, Edmund,
I would love to see Dr. Devane
cut down to size.
Edmund: All right.
Then help me.
David: I can't.
And it's not because I don't
care about what happened
to your brother.
It's because it's none
of my business.
So I'm sorry.
You're going to have
to excuse me.
I'm late for some plans I have
this evening.
Edmund: You're just going
to let her get away with it?
You're going to let her win just
like she won over you?
David: She did not win
over me.
Edmund: You know,
frankly, I don't care what went
down with the two of you.
All I know is you and me
together, we can nail Alex.
We can nail her.
It'll benefit both of us.
David: Edmund, you're not
thinking clearly here.
What do you want me to do?
You want me to, what,
perform an autopsy?
Where, right here in
the mausoleum?
With what, a crowbar?
Edmund: No, you don't
understand.
No, listen, I can get a court
order for a postmortem to prove
that she poisoned my brother.
Now, in order to do that,
I need a tissue sample
from Dimitri and I need it
analyzed.
And I promise you, your name
won't come up.
David: You just need me
to analyze a tissue sample?
Edmund: Yeah.
But I also need you to extract
the sample.
David: We have to be careful
how we go about this.
Edmund: Absolutely.
David: I mean, if the body is
tampered with in any way,
it could compromise the results
of the subsequent autopsy.
Edmund: All right.
What about poison in a hair
sample?
Could we just use hair?
David: Yes, we can.
But we should get some
fingernail clippings, too.
Are you sure you want to do
this?
Edmund: I don't have any
choice.
Let's do it quick.
Janet: I'd love to know why
you think David would do us any
favors.
Erica: Well,
isn't it obvious?
Why do you think?
Opal: We give up.
Erica: Well, do I have
to remind you that David was
driving the night that we ran
into the truck and almost ruined
my life and my livelihood?
Opal: Well, honey,
I thought you kind of let all
that stuff go.
Erica: Well, I have.
But that doesn't mean that
I can't get some use out of it,
especially if it means helping
you.
Opal: Well, thanks.
Thanks a lot, and I appreciate
it, and I hope it doesn't come
to that.
Erica: No, no, no.
I'm sure that it won't.
But you do know where to reach
me just in case Palmer acts up.
Opal: Ok.
Janet: You're going out
of town again?
Erica: Oh, just a business
trip.
Actually, I'm going to publicize
the launching of our web site.
Janet: I heard.
That's so great -- the Glamorama
web site that's going to sell
Enchantment products.
Erica: It certainly is.
We're going to be even richer.
Opal: And more famous!
Janet: That's the whole
point, I guess, huh?
Opal: Yeah. Yeah.
Imagine --
I, Opal, have a web site.
I guess the millennium really
has arrived.
Millicent: Thank you,
my dear.
That was most invigorating.
Marian: Millicent,
darling, are you looking for me?
Millicent: Well --
Marian: You said you'd check
your book to see if you were
free tomorrow for the brunch.
Millicent: My book is
at home.
Marian: Oh.
Well, I'll call you, then.
Oh, by the way, if Greenlee's
available, bring her along, too.
I'm sure Scott would be
delighted to see her again.
Millicent: Scott,
your stepson, will be there?
Marian: Well, of course.
He wouldn't miss it.
Millicent: Marian,
dear, it's very flattering
to know that my presence means
so much to you.
I'm going to change my schedule
and I'll see you tomorrow --
with my granddaughter.
Marian: Oh, that's wonderful.
We can get to know each other
better.
Millicent: Mm-hmm.
[Opal laughs]
Opal: Oh, honestly.
Thank you, honey.
You are the best.
You know, whenever I'm feeling
down, I know I can always count
on you for a good laugh.
Erica: Oh.
Bye-bye, Opal.
Bye, Janet.
Janet: Bye.
Opal: Bye, honey.
Now, don't work too hard!
Millicent: Oh, dear,
we'd better hide or we'll be
stuck in a long, drawn-out
conversation with the owner
of this place.
Once she starts, she never
stops.
Becca: Oh, hey, did you get
my Mega Soaker?
Scott: It's in the back.
Becca: Great.
Never know when a girl might
need it.
I mean, like, if we run
into a witch or something.
Scott: Wha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
All right. All set?
Becca: Yep.
Next stop, Pine Valley.
Scott: Uh-huh.
Becca: Let's go.
[Engine cranks]
Scott: Or not.
Scott: Ok, start it up.
[Engine cranks]
Scott: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Stop, stop, stop, stop.
It's just what I thought.
It's the fan belt.
Becca: Oh.
I don't think so.
Scott: Oh?
Becca: No, nope.
Yep, it's the timing belt.
Scott: The timing belt?
Are you sure?
Becca: Mm-hmm.
See, the crankshaft runs
into the camshaft, and when it
sits on the two valves,
if the crank shaft isn't working,
then it's not keeping the time.
Scott: How could you tell all
that from back there
without even looking?
Becca: Well, it has a very,
very different sounds.
Ok, see, a fan belt sounds more
like --
[Becca makes a whirling sound]
Becca: You know, like really
high-pitched?
And then the timing belt is
more like --
[Becca makes a grunting sound]
Scott: And that's just how
it sounded.
Becca: Yeah. Yeah.
I used to help my dad
and my brother fix engines.
Scott: Now, that's what
I call a skill.
Can you fix it?
Becca: Yes.
Yes, I can --
if I had a new timing belt
and some tools.
Scott: Oh.
Becca: Yeah.
So --
now what?
Scott: Hey, that's -- that's
what cell phones were invented
for, right?
Scott: It's dead.
I -- I forgot to charge it.
Becca: Oh, no.
Scott: Oh, hey, see, I make
mistakes, too.
No one's perfect, right?
Becca: Well, I guess I feel
a little bit better.
Scott: Well, hold that
thought because unless a gypsy
car mechanic drops by,
we're stuck here for the night.
Opal: That is too funny.
So Amanda made the whole thing
up just to get you and Trevor
over to Paris.
Janet: Well, she thought
we needed a honeymoon.
Opal: Yeah, well, she was
right about that.
But the fact that she had
the two of you believing that
Tim was actually going to marry
some older French woman
with two kids?
That's hysterical.
Janet: Trevor was so relieved
it wasn't true, he didn't bat
an eye when Tim asked
if he could stay in Paris.
Opal: Oh, so you didn't bring
Tim back with you?
Janet: No, he's going to do
his freshman year there.
Opal: Oh.
Janet: You should hear him
speak French.
It's fabulous.
You'd never believe he was
from Pine Valley.
Opal: Oh, how great.
Janet: But the honeymoon's
definitely over.
We came back to find out that
Hayley had been ill.
Opal: Oh, yeah, I know.
I heard that she had collapsed.
How's she doing?
Janet: She's out
of the hospital and recuperating
at Adam's.
Opal: Hmm.
Is that the best place
for her to mend?
I wonder.
Janet: Well, what are
you going to do?
He's her father.
If she wants to be there --
Opal: Yeah, you're right.
I guess at least it's a nice,
big place.
She'll get plenty of peace
and quiet, you know.
Janet: Well, let's hope
that's all.
Opal: Yeah.
Marian: Oh one more thing,
Millicent -- you're not allergic
to shellfish, are you?
Millicent: No.
Marian: Good.
I'm going to make
my shrimp puffs.
I'm actually becoming quite
famous for them.
So, I'll see you and Greenlee
tomorrow.
Millicent: I'm looking
forward to it.
I'll finally get a chance
to converse with my friends
from the preservation society.
At the meetings, that awful Opal
monopolizes all the
conversations.
[Marian makes a phone call]
Marian: Oh, Scott,
darling, this is Marian.
Listen, it's important that
you show up at your Uncle Adam's
house tomorrow morning.
Well, actually, it's more than
important.
It's vital, ok?
So please be there.
Ok, thanks. Bye.
Opal: Well, that's odd.
Marian running out of here
without even saying good-bye?
Tiffany: Oh, she probably had
to go home and get to work.
She's got that big brunch
tomorrow.
Opal: What brunch?
Tiffany: Oh, for some PHAT
society.
[Erica enters David's room at the Pine Valley Inn]
Erica: David?
Erica: David?
[Telephone rings]
Erica: Where are you?
Opal: Well, I'm here
at the Glamorama.
Where are you?
Erica: Opal?
Opal: Yeah, I called
you at home, but I got
your machine.
Where'd you go?
Erica: Oh, I went
to the Valley Inn.
Opal: Well, why?
I mean, did you get hungry?
Erica: Well, I just --
I remembered that I had to tend
to some affairs.
Opal: Oh.
Well, listen, I won't keep you.
I was just wondering,
did you get an invite
to Marian's brunch she's holding
tomorrow out on the Chandler
terrace?
Erica: Oh, yes, yes.
Opal: Well, I don't get it.
I didn't get my invite.
Erica: Oh.
Well, Opal, I'm sure that's just
an oversight.
You know Marian loves you.
Opal: Well, it is in honor
of the PHAT ladies,
and, I mean, you know I'm a PHAT
lady from way back.
Erica: Of course you are.
Look, I'm just sure that Marian
assumes you're going to attend.
Why don't we go together?
David: All right.
Careful now.
Just careful.
Ok.
Edmund: Got it?
David: Yeah.
All right, ready?
All right, just easy.
Lay it down.
Edmund: Think I'll start
right about here, do the least
damage.
David: All right,
wait a minute, Edmund.
You'd better take a moment
and prepare yourself for what
you're going to see here.
What's under this lid no longer
looks like Dimitri.
Even with embalming,
decomposition will have begun.
Edmund: Forgive me, Dimitri.
Let's do it quick.
Opal: The way she dashed out
of here, almost like she was
avoiding me --
Tiffany: Who?
Opal: Oh, Marian.
You know, the new Mrs. Chandler.
Tiffany: Oh.
Well, did you see the way
she was brown-nosing that snooty
Mrs. Greenlee?
Opal: Oh, poor Marian.
She's always been overly
impressed with those society
broads.
She doesn't understand,
you know, they're just folk.
When I go to those PHAT
meetings, I mean, they love
my stories and my suggestions.
Well, of course, I do have
a real eye for beauty, but --
Tiffany: Well, she probably
just forgot to invite you.
Opal: Now, that's what
Erica said, too.
Well, maybe I should call her?
Tiffany: Why bother?
I bet Mrs. Chandler will be real
disappointed if you didn't
show up.
Opal: You think?
Tiffany: Yes.
I mean, just surprise her.
She'll be glad you did.
Opal: That sounds like
something your mama would have
said.
You know that?
All right. Ok.
I think I will.
I'm just going to go.
Besides, she is going to need
a friend.
I mean, that awful Millicent
Greenlee always sneers down
her nose at Marian every chance
she gets.
Becca: Well, uh,
guess it's a good thing Dixie
isn't expecting me tonight.
She thinks I'm staying
at the Glam, but Opal gave me
the day off.
Scott: So no one will
miss us.
Becca: Nope.
Scott: Hey, well, we're not
going to starve to death.
I mean, there's plenty of food
in here.
But, then, I suppose you could always scrounge us up some
edible plants, right?
Becca: They will definitely
not find our skeletons.
Scott: And I guess while
we're stranded, we might as well
make the most of things, right?
Becca: I mean, it's not like
we're lost or anything.
Scott: Hey, y like
jigsaw puzzles?
Becca: Jigsaw puzzles.
Yeah, I love jigsaw puzzles.
Isn't there that one
of the Titanic?
It's, like, a thousand pieces,
3-d, back there?
Scott: Yeah.
Think you might be up for that?
Becca: It might take all --
ahem.
Yes, but it might
take all night.
Scott: Uh --
you chilly?
Becca: I -- actually,
I am a little bit, mm-hmm.
Scott: Want to light a fire?
Becca: Sure.
Scott: Warm up?
Becca: Ok.
Scott: Ok.
Becca: Here, I'll --
I'll help you.
Alex's voice: Well, I know
what I'm asking of you.
I'm asking you to hope.
You must.
You have to hope if you're going
to believe.
And you have to believe
if you're going to live.