Previously, on "Another Period"...
Poor Lillian's memory was erased.
You don't remember who you are,
and you don't remember where you are.
That's about right.
We should get you home, shouldn't we?
I live here?
And you make love to me with no protection
because you're my wife.
My prince charming left a clue!
Come back, mystery lady!
Frederick is your beloved!
It's his name in the ring!
This is not my baby.
This is the wrong baby! This is not...
this is the wrong baby!
I'm running for president?
Oh, fantastic!
Frederick for president!
If we want to be president in '08,
we've gotta go straight to the people.
Frederick for president!
Oh, Frederick!
Remember, all you have to do is wave.
No words.
Just put your hand up and wave.
Do you understand?
- No words. - What are you going to say?
Well, if I'm allowed to say anything, then...
- Shh! - Manure Association of America
is proud to present...
Vice President Frederick Bellacourt!
Oh, my God.
What are you doing?
Freddy... no!
No, no!
Oh, holy Moses, no.
No.
Frederick,
put down the horse shit.
Put it back, put it back!
See? I didn't say a word.
? I want the money ?
? I want the fame ?
? I want the whole world to know my name ?
? This is mine ?
? I gotta get it ?
? I got to get it ?
? Got-got to get it ?
? Another period ?
I can't wait to see
the look on Frederick's face when I show him the ring
he left inside me at the ball.
What is this I'm hearing about
you desecrating our flag?
Am I gonna have to cut my hunting trip short?!
I'm one grizzly cub shy of killing an entire family!
- Oh, just leave the one. - You are about to destroy
everything I've worked so hard for!
I am terrified at what you're capable of.
Oh, well, there's no reason to be scared.
It's not dark out...
yet.
Uh, bye, Mr. Rosenfeld!
- Frederick? - Yes.
- I have something to tell you. - Me too.
You know the symbol of America?
Well, I set it on fire and covered it
in a steaming pile of horse shit,
and now everybody's talking about me.
Frederick, what I have to say is important.
Do you remember how we met
our soul mates at the masquerade ball?
Yes, and being jilted by my mystery soul mate
is the best thing that's ever happened to me.
What do you mean?
Well, now that I'm done with love
and focused on my career, there's a pretty picture of me
in every newspaper, with a caption
that says something about a national joke.
Oh.
So, Beatrice,
what was it you wanted to tell me?
I, um...
That's... that's all I had to say.
- Hmm. - "I, um."
Oh, dear God. Well, thank you
- for letting me know. - You're welcome.
It's been two weeks,
and no matter how many loads of laundry I do
or loads of Kerrtrussel I take,
I just can't seem to remember who I am.
God...
Ah, forgot me gun again!
I'll tell you what, I'd forget me belt too.
Great green goblins, what is this mess?!
I don't know what I'm doing.
None of this feels right!
I'm not good at cooking and cleaning and...
Rubbing peat oil
on your aching feet.
Oh, Garbagella.
I love the way you rub my feet.
I'm sorry about all the blisters.
Policeman shoes aren't good for much
but kicking hobos and stomping tramps.
I wish I could remember who I was.
I'll help you find who you are.
You will?
? Isn't it great, now we're together? ?
? And I can correct you when you're wrong ?
? And now you can see that life is better ?
Ooh, ah!
? When you're in your place ?
? Where you belong ?
? Ah-ooh ?
? Things are gonna be so improved ?
? When you do the things you do ?
Help!
? Wah-wah-ooh ?
? It's simply destiny ?
? Someone like you ?
? Is meant for me ?
Freddy!
What are these telegrams you keep sending out
- at all hours? - Those are my musings.
"Make America great for the first time."
- Mm-hmm. - "My plan for the economy
is that I am rich."
"I declare Civil War II"?
What do these even mean?
Well, I guess there already was one,
so it has to be a sequel.
That never is good, but what can you do?
Half the country is furious,
but the other half...
loves you! I like the sound of that half.
I thought you'd have to wait until 1908 to run,
but I think you could beat Roosevelt now.
Freddy!
Do you want to be president?
- Do I have to? - Well...
do you want more applause and portraits painted?
- Yes! - Then I'll make
the announcement tomorrow morning.
We have so much hard work
ahead of us!
Work? There's more work?
Nothing but work, work, work ahead of us
until the minute you take office!
I can't possibly work any harder
than I already am.
I've been standing here for an hour, at least.
At least five minutes.
Five, ten minutes.
Blanche! You're back.
Here, take this... shit-maker from me.
I'd say he missed you,
but I doubt he knows who you are.
Back to work, back to work!
Stop feeling.
Hi. Murray.
He's alive.
My baby is alive!
For the first time in my life,
I can honestly say I'm glad
I didn't die in my sleep last night!
Now that Lillian's gone,
Mother fired me, and Frederick wants to be alone,
there is no one in the world who loves me.
So, I'm going to get advice
from the least-loved person I know.
Hostess?
Hon-ton?
Becky?
- Hortense. - Yes.
Can I ask you some advice?
No, I do not know the best way to kill myself,
even though I must think about it day and night.
No, it's something else this time.
Oh, okay.
So, people don't like you, right?
So, it is not something else, but, yes.
I am a smart, independent woman,
so I am generally disliked. What of it?
Well, I lost the love of my life,
and the man who I thought was the future love of my life,
because the man who I thought was the future love of my life
was the same man as the love of my life.
But you already know all that.
Yes, and how can I help you?
Now that no one loves me...
what am I supposed to do?
Oh.
Being unloved can be quite liberating, actually.
With nobody to care about but yourself,
you can spend your time any way you want.
I never thought about it before.
I've always just done what Lillian, or Frederick,
or the horse that told me to murder his family wanted.
Well...
now is your chance to do what you want.
- Oh! - Travel, get a hobby.
Read a book.
Well, and learn the alphabet first.
Oh, so many options.
Would you...
want to do something together?
Just us...
lonely gals?
Remember how I said that people don't like you?
Oh, yes.
Well, I'm one of those people.
But thank you.
When Frederick's in charge, we're finally going to
get rid of all those poor people.
Garfield, we are those poor people.
No, if he's in charge, we're all going to die.
We're all going to die!
Oh, it won't be that bad.
Yes, our wages will be cut,
our rights will be systematically dismantled,
and the doctor will be fired,
causing all of us to die, but that's as it should be.
I agree.
To hell with it.
Let it all burn to the ground.
No! That man is dangerous.
He says he wants a Civil War II.
Why are you so scared of war?
It's a man's most natural state, you idiot.
You can't think of a reason
I wouldn't want another civil war?
We're all gonna die!
Oh, stop your hysterics, woman.
Frederick doesn't mean the things he says.
- That's why I like him. - Oh, I think he means
exactly what he says, and that's why I like him.
Well, either way, that idiot is never actually
going to be in charge. He thinks rain is a hoax
created by the umbrella industry.
Oh, he's going to build a roof over America,
and then we'll never get wet again!
Well, it doesn't matter anyway,
because we're already dead, and none of you can see it!
All right, all right!
This is why servants should never discuss politics,
religion, or contemporary American painting.
Whistler is overrated.
Whistler is a master of color and light,
and you know it! Whistler?
Whistler?! Whistler sucks.
John Singer Sargent... now that is a real painter!
Sargent's landscapes are middling at best,
you repulsive troll.
You wanna tell me
that Whistler's "Mother" is a good piece?
Come on! Well, it is!
It's an old lady sitting around, doing nothing!
- No, no! - When I see subjects,
I want them to be doing something,
or at least be posing!
? I'm trying to get that money ?
Now that I'm done with Frederick,
I'm off to the place where rich people go
when they're completely out of options.
? Money don't sleep ?
? Got a penny by the minute ?
Okay!
- O'Malley, here's for you. - Ah, thank you.
O'Shaugnessy.
- Thank you, dearie. - Ain't cheating this time.
- Okay. - Muah!
Oh, thank you, sweetie.
O'Connor, you keep looking at me like that,
I'm gonna have to make you my husband, too.
Who am I kidding? You can have a pat.
Ah, there you go, then!
Okay!
Okay.
What kind of sick game are you playing here,
- Kerrtrussel? - I have no idea
- what you're talking about. - What are you doing
with Lillian Bellacourt?
Shh! Hush up.
You know how sad I've been since my Petunia died.
Petunia was your cat.
And she made the house into a home!
Look, I've got no problem with you tricking a woman
with amnesia into believing she's your wife.
I mean, we've all done it.
The problem that I have is that it's her.
She's a damn heiress, man.
And when her family finds out about this,
you'll be in the clink.
And it'll be worth it!
She's the greatest woman I've ever known or abducted.
Food, food!
- Of course, some food. - Pretzels for you, honey.
My favorite German dish!
I fold.
Would you like me to pack this?
You have 12 other birdcages.
Blanche, I want to make a good impression.
Beatrice, can I ask your advice?
Celery is making me be president,
but it sounds really hard.
No! For the love of America, no!
Nothing.
I thought you were dead.
No, I'm still holding on.
Oh! Huh.
Well, if I'm president, I won't be able to focus
on what really matters, like...
what's for dessert, or... or teaching myself how to fly.
This is as far as I've gotten.
Hmm. You should focus on that.
- You're so close. - Thank you.
Blanche, don't forget to pack my Bible.
- I want to look smart. - Yes.
- Are you going somewhere? - I'm going to college.
Ew.
Gross. When?
I don't know. Tomorrow?
I'm... not sure how college works.
Well, if you're gone,
then I won't have anyone to play with.
So, I... might as well be president.
Will you at least stay for the speech
where I tell everyone I'm going to ruin the world?
Or run the world? What's the..
Sounds boring, but... all right.
Thank you.
- You found your ring. - Oh, yes.
Turns out I left it on my desk,
and not in the soggy velvet
of the mystery woman of my dreams.
Well, all right.
I guess I'm... off to be president.
Unless anybody wants to stop me.
- Did you say something? - Nothing.
- You didn't say anything? - No.
Okay.
Uh...
Well... it's a lot of power.
A lot of responsibility.
That I don't have to do...
if anyone says literally anything.
Miss Beatrice, perhaps you should stop him.
No, I think it's better this way.
- Good-bye. - Bye.
Oh! Sadly, it's back to work
- for me, dearie. - No, you're working?
I was gonna make wood biscuits for lunch.
Oh, that sounds too delicious,
but I had to pick up an extra shift...
big event for the vice president.
Wait, that sounds familiar.
No, it doesn't!
Politics is boring and for men.
Don't worry your pretty little mind
about that, my little pie.
Kisses forever.
Kertrussel!
Kertrussel! You forgot your gun!
Kertrussel!
Dear America, I come to you today
not just as a man,
but as a great man.
And not just as a great man,
but as a president man.
This ring...
Today...
My ring!
Where did it go?
Fre... Fre...
Hey!
I used to have a ring just like that!
It was you.
You are my beloved.
Freddy!
Go on with the announcement.
Frederick, Frederick!
Thank you, thank you, but...
I don't need your love.
In fact, I'm a little disgusted by it.
There's only one person
who will always love me no matter what.
And it's my sister, Beatrice.
You people only love me because I burned the flag
and destabilized our democracy,
but Beatrice doesn't care about that stuff.
Beatrice just cares about me, and how I feel,
and if my hair looks pretty.
- It does look pretty. - Thank you, Beatrice.
I'm not qualified for president.
I don't even know if it's pronounced
the "U-S" or the "us."
And frankly, I don't care.
Because I don't care about this country.
And I don't care about any of you.
All I care about is Beatrice.
- Oh, Frederick. - Oh, Beatrice.
Oh, goodness me.
Kertrussel!
Kertrussel.
You forgot your gun again, sweetheart.
I told you to not leave the house, darling.
Oh, hi, Lillian!
Hi, Beatrice.
Beatrice...
I literally have no behavioral standards at all.
I can make anyone cry in under 60 seconds.
I get to marry the prince! I'm Lillian!
Imagine my face on a milk jar...
or an oat sack.
I can't be better than you at anything?
That's the dynamic
that's been working for us so far!
Stop trying to make this all about you!
You're only pretty in Massachusetts!
I'm a star,
and you're not.
I'm supposed to be the famous one.
What's the point of living when Beatrice is famous
and I'm not? I'm going to miss
our custom-made suicide outfits.
This is all your fault!
Okay, Garbagella,
why don't you just go ahead and give me the gun.
My name's not Garbagella!
It's Lillian Bellacourt!
You held me hostage.
I slept... on cotton!
- Ew. - I was happy.
I had it all.
And then you got famous!
You ruined my life.
No, no, Lillian. I'm sorry I stole your dream.
I didn't mean to. And you know what?
Being famous, it's really hard.
And if you want to, you can have it.
Wait, you're not just saying that because
I'm holding a loaded weapon, are you?
Well, I am, but also, no.
I don't want it anymore, and you need it more than I do.
Lillian, I am giving you my fame.
Oh, Beatrice.
That's all I ever wanted, really...
was to be more famous than you.
Well, to be more famous than anyone, really.
Look, it's President Roosevelt!
I go hunting for one fortnight,
and you try to usurp me!
Drop the gun!
Beatrice! No!
Frederick, no!
I'm finally flying!
I think he's dead!
Garbagella, you're under arrest.
Anything you say or do
can be held... I love you so much!
Lillian! You shot the president!
Smile!
It turns out, we both got what we wanted.
I'm finally famous!
All right, off to the pokey, now!
And I get to keep my brother.
I guess Freddy's going to be president after all.
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