Van. Phoebe perkily hops into the passenger seat and orders the sullen Piper to drive. As they pull away from the soup kitchen's door, an addled elderly lady pivots distractedly in her place on the line to watch them go. She raises her right hand to her temple for a scratch. The camera tracks in to focus on her Limelight angel hand-stamp and...

...just in case you're a fricking moron, there's an immediate cross-fade to Max's photo of Brittany in Andy's lap. Andy and Darryl are staking out [jihad johnn=y's] in an unmarked car to prevent another abduction. They snipe at each other, cops-in-buddy-movies-style, reminding us as they do so that Andy's the Mulder and Darryl's the Scully -- that is, Andy believes something supernatural is absconding with the pretty young things of San Francisco, and Darryl thinks Andy's an idiot. Darryl wonders aloud if Andy's favorite movie is Ghostbusters. Shut up, Darryl. Andy admits that his favorite movie is Evil Dead II, and a quick check confirms this episode was written by Bruce Campbell's bestest-ever friend, Brad Kern. Darryl idly supposes that they could requisition the security tapes from the bank adjacent to the restaurant in hopes of spotting a suspect with the missing women as Andy spies Prue pulling up to the valet in her convertible. Her convertible? Okay. Andy leaps from the car to follow her into the restaurant. Darryl bitches, but allows Andy five minutes to stalk Prue.

Inside, Prue fills Piper in on her disastrous interview before noticing that Phoebe is flirting shamelessly with Pecker over a couple of bottles of Perrier. Prue's label-whore eye notes further that Phoebe's wearing an expensive Armani, so Prue interrupts the flirtation to berate Phoebe for buying things she can't afford. As the gals pedebitch back to the kitchen, Pecker notices the liver spots sprouting once again on his hand and quickly darts his squinty demonic eyes about the room.