Episode Report Card Demian: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Somewhere, Sigmund Freud spins in his grave
By Demian | Season 3 | Episode 15 | Aired on 02.21.2001
Manor exterior, wedding morn. Up in Piper's boudoir, the bride-to-be awakes to the sound of the Dolt orbing up out of her bedroom. She opens her eyes to discover that the Dolt has strewn her bed with red rose petals while she slept. How very American Beauty of him. Let's just hope it doesn't say anything about his habits in the shower in the morning. Ick. Piper laughs and cups two handfuls of petals to her face, breathing in the scent. Phoebe kicks open the door, carrying a breakfast tray. "Is that giggling I just heard?" she asks. Piper replies that she's "guilty" of both giggling and "being happier than at any previous moment in [her] life." Phoebe sets the tray down on a dresser and joins Piper on the bed. They frolic in the rose petals. Whatever. Prue staggers in half-awake. "Uh oh," Phoebe intones. "Another bad dream?" Prue confirms this, noting that in this particular "dream," she was "attacked by a big galoot." Piper doesn't know what a galoot is, and immediately assumes Prue was fighting a demon in her sleep. Piper, again with the heretofore-unknown character-related contrivance, snits that if she has to fight a demon on her wedding day, the wedding is off. Prue reassures her Harve wasn't a demon, just a "big, rude guy" in a dream, and notes that the proper amount of self-medication in the form of caffeine should suffice to help Prue "vanquish" him. The doorbell rings. Prue guesses the floral arrangements have arrived. Phoebe bounds out of bed to draw a "bubble bath" for Piper, while Prue stands to deal with the delivery downstairs. Before she leaves the bedroom, she orders Piper to relax and enjoy herself on her wedding day. Piper asks Prue again if she's certain nothing "witchy" is involved in Prue's dreams. Prue perks out an "I'm positive" and tosses a handful of petals onto Piper's head. Prue leaves as Piper sighs and purses her lips.
Cut to a homicide detective photographing the very pale and very dead Harvey outside the biker bar. As other detectives interview various biker types outside, a yellow plastic sheet is drawn over the corpse. Cut to the inside of the bar, where Whip "I flashed my ass in More Tales of the City, but Laura Linney's the one with the real career" Hubley as yet another detective reviews a security tape of AP Prue beating Harve with the metal rod. Whip pauses on a very clear image of AP Prue, and asks Bobby Briggs if she was the woman he was with the night before. Bobby confirms this. Whip asks Bobby for a name. Bobby can't provide one. Whip snarks, "You stick your tongue down her throat, but you don't know her name?" Bobby snarks back that there's no law against macking with strangers. Indeed. Get over your uptight self, Whip. Brian Hawkins would be deeply ashamed of you. Whip tells Bobby he can understand the impulse to cover for one's "girlfriend" when said "girlfriend" faces a charge of homicide. Bobby insists that AP Prue is not a murderer. A middle-aged biker with a full greying beard saunters over to Bobby's side, asking him if he's positive about that. Whip quizzes the new arrival, asking him if he saw the person who offed Harvey. The middle-aged biker tells Whip, "I'm looking at her right now," and nods towards the image from the bar's security tape. Whip glances at Bobby, then back at the black-and-white freeze-frame of AP Prue.