Another Period

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 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?

- Ooh, ah! -

Help!

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.