BAH. Prue's office. Daryl opens the door for her, and she praises him effusively because she's "pleased that while romance is dead, chivalry isn't." It's at this point that I realize that this episode will contain much more wrong-headed sexist blather than usual. A quick rewind to the credits confirms that the script was written by a committee that included Aaron Spelling, Tim Allen, John Gray, Ellen Fein and Sherrie Schneider. Prue asks Daryl what's the sitch. Daryl explains that four men have been killed on the past four nights of the heat wave blah blah blah he has no suspects wah wah wah Prue has a secret flap flap flap here are some photos of the victims yadda yadda yadda all of the men belonged to the same dating service called "Fine Romance." Daryl asks Prue to help out by finding out some information about the service, but he doesn't want her to "get hurt." He adds that "the brass" is watching him on this one, "so it can't be an unexplained case." Way to delegate your whole workload, Mr. Two Speeds: Under-Act and Over-Act. Prue gapes at him.

Halliwell Manor. The camera pans from yet another blowing fan over to Piper, who's carrying a tray of iced tea into the parlor to Phoebe. Pheebs is wearing a tank top, coochie shorts, and nine ounces of baby oil. Pheebs begins to recount her "turned on" dream of sex and murder from the night before. As she speaks, she picks up the pitcher of iced tea, rubs it all over her forehead and chest, then chugs straight from it. That's okay, Lazy P, I'm sure Piper wasn't thirsty anyway. Sheesh. Piper pooh-poohs her sister about not really killing a man in her dream, and prepares a thermometer for her. Phoebe declares that she "could feel his body shaking uncontrollably under hers." Piper: "Now you're making me sick." Word. As Phoebe adds that she "can still taste his blood," Piper sticks the thermometer in her mouth. Woo hoo! Granted, it's not a gag and some duct tape, but it'll do. Prue enters and asks how Phoebe's doing. Phoebe: "Mmm tho hot." The thermometer reads 100.5 degrees. Piper asks Prue what's going on with Morris. Prue shows the docile Ps the crime photos. Phoebe freaks -- the men were all killed in her dreams. Phoebe: "Coincidence? I think not." Piper and Prue decide that Pheebs must have a psychic link with the killer. Phoebe seems to believe that she could actually be the murderer. Piper doesn't agree. Phoebe reminds her about turning into the Wendigo. (I saw that ep last summer and liked it because Piper finally told the lazy Ps off.) Prue wants Pheebs to go to the dating service with her while Piper researches the killer in the Book of Shadows. Phoebe: "I might be a man-killing demon and you send me to Bachelor Central?" Owen: "Contrivance? I think so."