Jason Tries Again &
Some Drastic Measures
Any luck? I brought these binoculars.
I see a building. Ooh! I see a birdie.
Pfft. Gimme those.
HEY!
There she is
Crap.
I think they saw me.
OK, so you ready? Just
tell her you want to take
her shopping.
Got it. The limo
customized?
All set!
You could have just driven me
to
the mall yourself, Jason. Why a
limo?
This isn't just any limo,
Brenda.
It's a customized drowning machine.
You're going to bite the big one with
no fishes to swim with, Baby.
Yeah, Benny, it's a go.
Jason, that's ridiculous.
This limo has
windows and doors. I can get out.
No you can't. They will
lock when I leave.
The limo has a false floor that will
retract and it will go down forever
into the murky depths. You're a goner.
Davy Jones' locker awaits.
Bye!
Shit!
That's some false floor!
Is that one of those metal chairs?
Ow! My nog!
I can't believe I managed to escape.
Assholes.
I need spiritual solace.
God, what am I going to do?
Honestly, Brenda, I don't like
you either.
That underwear thing and the whole
"playing God" with people's lives
(as if) and sleeping with married
people and such is an affront to me.
There is but one way to atone.
Here's what you should do...
I'm listening, Lord.
Shit. They're stuck.
There we go.
Here I am God. Looking up
into your rain.
I give of myself freely. Fill my nose, my mouth,
my lungs, my veins with your blessed liquid
from Heaven!
Brenda, what th' frig are you doing?
I have incurred the wrath of
God, Sonny.
God, Himself, is pissed at me. I must
drown myself in His holy rain.
Brenda, does that sound, I
dunno,
kinda dumb or something?
I was hoping you'd say that.
Brenda, come in out of the rain.
And go where?
C'mon. I know someone who can help.
I'm Dr Phil and today we're
going to talk to
Brenda, a girl who is a delusional, suicidal,
bad dressing adulteress in need of getting real.
Goodbye, Brenda. Who'd
have thought
all it would take to do her in was a good
dose of reality? RIP, Most Beautiful
Girl in Port Charles.