Part 1 of Season 3, Episode 5: Shooting Star / American in Paris - Speaking of shooting, time to shoot myself into the sun after this one.

 Poor Brenda.  Poor my stomach.  Poor my long-simmering rage at this sinister story line on a 35-year-old nighttime teen soap opera.  Poor my perimenopause causing me to feel 12-years-old and achy-hearted all over again.  My god.  Time is truly cyclical.  And a mother-fucker.

Triomphe,  Arc of.

Fountaines, of the Concorde.

This building, in which I want to live forever.

Fade to Brenda and Donna walking along a totally-non-Parisian street.  Donna carries a HEAP of shopping bags, and Brenda says that she deserves a key to the city for "single-handedly reviving the French economy." Donna will be joining Maggie soon to shop some more at "Les Halles," but Brenda declines: "I am shopped out, or at least my wallet is.  Buying Dylan's present left me awfully low on francs." She won't regret this gift at all; no, not at all.  Also, the only gift Dylan deserves after the last episode is a swift punt to his penis and a fresh turd slipped down the back of his wetsuit.

Let's pause to appreciate both of their outfits here.  Brenda's quilted leather vest with the mini is so chic, and Donna's floral dress is very of the era but also timeless and I want both of these looks in my closet, post haste.

So Donna's off to shop, and Brenda's planning to soak up their last few days in Paris outdoors.  Before they head off on their own, Donna stops in her tracks!: "I almost forgot!  I'm supposed to call my mom today.   What time is it [back home]?"

Brenda provides another iconic (only to me) line when she responds with, "Oh, it's just about...beach time." They giggle adorably...

Part 4 of Season 3, Episode 4: Sex, Lies and Volleyball / Photo Fini - Let's get repulsed! For a few reasons.

Get all the way in: Part 1.  Part 2.  Part 3.  And now - FINALLY - Part 4:

Fountaines de la Concorde, oui oui.

Inside a probable den of iniquity, we see a tacky party going on and Pierre and Donna standing in the middle of the tacky happenings.

Pierre, possibly the biggest cheesedick in the cheesedick game - and that includes one Steve "Business in the Front, Party Nowhere to be Found" SAUNders - points out to Donna some other presumable-lech from across the room, "Christophe," who's the head of the modeling agency, and therefore, Donna should "act like [she] know[s] who is he." He's probably also on Interpol's Red Notice list, so I'm certain half the world's law enforcement knows who he is as well.

Pierre goes on: "Everyone else, you can yawn in their face, or even step on their toes.  But not him, d'accord?" She laughs and agrees, then asks, "Do you think we can go somewhere and talk for a few minutes, just the two of us?" He tells her that they'll speak after the party, but when she presses...

...she's ignored as Pierre greets the aforementioned Christophe, who is shockingly more viscous than Pierre himself, and who comments on Donna's beauty en francais...

...then does this, which means Donna's now going to have to decontaminate her hand by sawing it off, urinating on it, then lighting it on fire.

As all of this is going down, we get this shot from behind Beret a few yards away, undoubtedly observing some kind of sex trafficking ritual...

...then we see her head-on, still looking confused / concerned.