Episode Report Card Demian: B | 0 USERS: N/A YOU GRADE IT Somewhere, Sigmund Freud spins in his grave
By Demian | Season 3 | Episode 15 | Aired on 2001.02.22
Phoebe, seriously unsettled over this whole "Two Faces of Prue" thing, asks AP Prue to explain herself further. AP Prue reveals that she's tired of watching her sisters lead the sorts of lives she wants for herself. She's tired of sublimating her desires for the greater good. The lonely little lightbulb in the dank recesses of Phoebe's brain glows a bit, and she notes that AP Prue initially escaped Special Ed Prue during a "dream state, when the subconscious took over." AP Prue wants to know what the big deal with that is. Phoebe, fumbling around in her brain with both hands for the rusted file cabinet labeled "Psych 101," tells AP Prue she represents Prue's Id while Special Ed Prue represents her Ego. Jesus. Phoebe, if you want to throw around faulty pop psychology, start by tossing it at Piper. After all, she's the one with the child-of-divorce intimacy issues. Anyway, long story short, AP Prue and Special Ed Prue have to stop fighting each other to ensure Reconstituted Prue's happiness. AP Prue smiles sadly, silently agreeing with this assessment. She then shamefacedly asks if Piper is "very mad" at her. Phoebe gently notes, "Yes," but reassures AP Prue that Piper will come around. Piper and Phoebe have "passion and purpose" in their lives, and they owe it all to Prue. "You took care of us," Phoebe tells her, "and now it's time to take care of you." AP Prue processes this for a bit, then dematerializes to rejoin Special Ed Prue. Reconstituted Prue stirs and pulls herself up to thank Phoebe for the chat. Phoebe says, basically, "Any time." The two then rise to evaluate the wedding ruins. As they wonder how to make things right with Piper, the lights cut out. "What now?" Phoebe groans. I'd offer Phoebe two words, those words being "rolling blackout," but I'd be wrong. The front doors burst open, and what appears to be an entire SWAT team storms in. Whip follows with a flashlight. He shines the light in Prue's face, telling her she's "under arrest for murder." Cut to Prue's expression of dismay, then cut to commercial.
Fade up on a disheveled and dejected Prue still clad in her bridesmaid's gown, standing behind a police marker. An Asian-American cop fires off a couple of mug shots, then leads her to an interrogation room. He tells her to wait for the inspector, and leaves her there alone. Prue gazes at her reflection in the two-way mirror and sighs, "This is all our fault."