Trent's voice : Stevie Ray Vaughan -1990...
The Lane household comes in to picture.
Trent's voice : Eric Carr and Freddie Mercury -1991...
Trent's room, Trent is sitting on his bed looking defeated.
Trent : Mick Ronson (Of the David Bowie group "The Spiders from Mars") -1992...
Trent sighs.
Trent : Frank Zappa -1993...
Trent is sitting next to the pieces of a destroyed guitar with tears streaming from his eyes.
Trent : Kurt Cobain -1994...
A knock is heard on his door, but Trent doesn't respond.
Trent : Jerry Garcia -1995...
The door opens and his older sister Penny, an emotional wreck herself, walks in.
Penny : (Weakly) Hi Trent.
Trent : Bradley Nowell (From ska-punk-rock group "Sublime") -1996...
Penny : Rock stars?
Trent : All of them died in the nineties... Mark Sandman (of Morphine) - 1999...
Penny : Then why are you...?
Trent : I always wondered who would be the first to die in the year 2000, but I never wanted it to be Janey.
Penny : (hugging her brother) Oh Trent...
They both cry in each other's arms.
Trent : (in an unusual high voice) She didn't deserve this; all of us have to die, but not by the hands of another!
Penny : The only thing important now is that we don't forget her; she wouldn't want us to. When I think back at the day when Mom and Dad brought her home...
Trent : (Letting Penny go) She was so sweet, her pale blue eyes and wry smile already in place.
Penny : (Drying her eyes) And then there were times that she insisted on going running with me...
Trent : And the times when I got out to find her when she ran away from home; it turned out that she was hiding in the garden waiting for someone to call her back in... (As seen in "Last Days of Solitude" by John Kilner)
Penny : And you lived in a tent for six months for the same reason.
Trent : Janey was the only one who visited me.
Penny : And can you remember how Dad looked when he found out that Jane painted his van?
Trent : (Chuckles in spite of himself.) Yeah, or that time she tried to put lipstick on for the first time...
Penny : ...and got herself smeared under. I showed her a thing or two about getting beautiful.
Trent : I still have some of Janey's first permanent records somewhere; they described her as a gifted student and a juvenile delinquent.
Penny : From what I heard, nothing had changed when she enrolled in Lawndale High School.
Trent : Do you remember Ms. Morris, the girl's gym teacher?
Penny : All too well; she was the prime reason for me to leave America.
Trent : Jane told me that she was comparing her to you in a negative way. So to take revenge, she joined a track team and left when they needed her the most.
Penny : (smirking) Way to go sister. By the way, how is her little friend taking it?
Trent : Daria. Knowing her, she must be even worse then we. She never had any support; her only sibling denied being related to her and her parents never paid attention to her. Meeting Jane was the best what could happen to her and by meeting her when I drove them to a party showed me a girl who was afraid to come out. Janey was always there to bring out the potential she kept inside. Daria and I had a good conversation a few months back and she admitted her feelings for me: it turned out that she has had a crush on me ever since we first met. I told her to give it some time. We came together a few weeks back and have been going steady ever since. If it weren't for Jane, none of this would ever happened.
Penny : Was Jane really her only friend?
Trent : No, but she certainly was her closest. Through Daria and Jane I met a lot of cool people. There was Jodie Landon and her boyfriend Michael; if you see two African-American people at Jane funeral, it's them. When all of you came home, Jane and I stayed with Daria's family for a little while and her parents are the most dysfunctional couple ever. And her sister was so vain and self absorbed, but that changed when she discovered that she's lesbian. Ironically, that's also the reason why Jane died.
Penny : WHAT?
Trent : (Slowly starting to cry.) Janey was helping Daria's sister out when she and her girlfriend were discriminated against by the people who they thought were their friends. Tom, Jane's boyfriend, heard the killer shouting something like "That's what you get for hanging out with dykes." When he came down to check out what was going on he found Janey dead...The killer is going to pay for this; I swear to you Penny, I won't rest until I get that person.

The Morgendorffer residence: Daria's room. Daria is curled up in a ball and crying uncontrollably, apparently she has been doing that for a long while. There is a knock on her door and Helen comes in.
Helen : (Devastated by the sight of her eldest child in this state.) Daria...I'm sorry, but there are some policemen who want to speak with you about...
Daria : (Sobbing) I'll be right down, Mom.
Daria composes herself and puts on her green jacket but suddenly has a change of heart and puts on a red jacket that Jane gave her. "Train in Vain" by the Clash starts to play as she heads down. A police officer introduces himself and his partner to her.
Lt. Jones : Hello Ms. Morgendorffer, I'm Lieutenant Paul Jones and this is my partner, Sergeant Mick Simonon. We are investigating the murder of Ms. Lane.
Daria : (Exhausted) Then cut the crap and tell me what you want to know from me.
Jones : We understand that you and Ms. Lane were close friends?
Daria : Without her I wouldn't be here today.
Jones : The testimony of her boyfriend states that you were both active in the civil rights movement in Lawndale High. Is that true?
Daria : Let me begin where it all started. My sister Quinn discovered a few months back that she's gay and almost instantly all her friends turned against her. Jane and I stood up for her when she and her girlfriend needed help. But some people will never learn, and Jane became the victim of their ignorance.
Jones : Is there anyone in particular who held a grudge against the both of you?
Daria : The only person I can think of is Sandi Griffin, she is the president of the Lawndale High Fashion Club of which both my sister and her girlfriend used to be a part of. Sandi always looked like she could kill anyone but in reality was too stupid to actually do it, but that changed a few weeks back. Stacy, the girlfriend of my sister, told me that Sandi visited her at her job in a clothes shop in Dega Street...

Cut to "The Funky Doodle" as Jones and Simonon are questioning Mrs. Peterson.
Mrs. Peterson : Yes, Ms. Griffin came in to persuade me to fire Ms. Rowe because of her sexuality. I told her that I didn't mind. I later found out that she has visited more shops and even a restaurant to do just that.

The "Black Lion Inn" some time later.
Mr. Jackson : Oh yes, I remember Ms. Griffin; she tried to persuade me into banning two of my best customers from my establishment. I told her no, and then she started to insult me. Poor Ms. Lane. She was always a welcome sight. I guess I could organize a wake for her.
Jones : Thank you for your cooperation sir, and we'll let you know on how the case is developing.
Jackson : By the way, go visit "Chez Pierre". Apparently, they did ban Ms. Morgendorffer and Ms. Rowe because Ms. Griffin told them to.

Chez Pierre, a nervous waiter is calling his boss to tell them that the cops are here. Another one quickly tears the picture of Quinn and Stacy to shreds. When the boss arrives and learns about the discriminating act, he looks coldly at his waiters, who are all sweating nervously.

The former Griffin residence: Linda is furiously talking at the phone.
Linda : I don't care how much it will cost me, Tom, but you are coming back to me; my whole career is at stake!
Tom : (On the other end) Don't worry, you'll lay down and get yourself a new career in no time. In fact you're nothing more then a glorified version of a whore and I'm currently claiming custody for our children. I don't want them, and most of all I don't want Alexandra, to end up just like you, Linda.
Linda : Sandi is strong enough to stand on her own. I raised her to be independent.
Tom : And look what she has become: a drug addict and dangerously close to madness. If this is your way of raising Alexandra, then I feel that it is my duty as her father to get her professional help.
Linda : My daughter? Professional help? OVER MY DEAD BODY, TOM!
Tom : Just try to stop me! (click)
Linda : (Breaking the phone) AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!
Sam and Chris look in anguish at their mother's antics.
Chris : Did you hear that? Dad is going to get us out of here.
Sam : Chris, our dad is the best, and I feel bad about taking him for granted when he was still around.
Chris : Me too. Let's go and tell Sandi.
They head in to Sandi's room and look in horror as they see Sandi cleaning her self inflicted cuts. Sandi nods them to come in.
Sandi : Don't worry, it looks worse then it actually is. I let off some steam and dealt with some business.
Sam and Chris tell her the whole thing.
Sandi : So Dad is standing up for me. (Evil smile) How nice. (A quick flash back shows us Sandi's perspective of the murder she committed.) Hahahahahahah! (Jane's look of terror as Sandi stabs her is seen) Hahahahahahah! (Jane's blue eyes come in to close up as the light in her rapidly fades) HAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Sam and Chris run from her room with looks of sheer terror on their faces.
"The Guns of Brixton" by the Clash starts to play.

The Morgendorffer residence: the Lanes are over to discuss Jane's funeral. Not a single eye is dry during this sad conversation. Finally overcome by grief, Daria leaves the room. Trent looks at her go. Penny looks at Trent and smiles an encouraging smile.
Penny : Go after her, Trent. She needs you.
Trent gets up and walks towards Daria's room. When he enters, he finds Daria going through her closet. Mostly out of curiosity, he takes a peak.
Trent : Whoa, you have more clothes then I thought.
Daria : Yes, but I have to wear six of the same outfits just to keep myself from drawing attention.
Trent : (Chuckles) That's a good idea. So why are you going through your closet?
Daria : (While fishing out a pair of black stockings) I have some idea of who the killer is, and I'm going to haunt her by dressing up as Jane.
Trent : (Astonished) "Her"?
Daria : Damn right, the killer is female.
Trent : If you want some help with that, I'll be happy to give you some clothes of Jane=s.
Daria : (smiles) Thank you, Trent. Wearing her clothes would at least made me feel like she's still there.
Trent : Should I come with you when you're going to school tomorrow?
Daria : (Breaking slowly) I...I...
Trent : I know you're not that strong Daria; you are far from over it.
Daria embraces Trent as she starts to cry from the bottom of her heart.
Daria : (Through her sobs) Jane (sob) would have said (sob) "Now don't (sob) get all mushy on (sob) me."
Penny and Quinn take a look inside Daria's room but decide to leave their siblings alone.
Quinn : Shall we go to my room?
Penny : Gladly, I can't stand the presence of my parents anymore.
"Just be Good to Me" by the S.O.S. band starts to play as they enter Quinn's room. Quinn has redecorated her room to fit her new way of living. The stuffed animals are gone, the walls are painted orange and brown, her furniture has been replaced by seventies disco style furniture like bubble chairs and inflatable couches. Her posters of boybands have gone AWOL, all but one of her mirrors are moved away, her bubble gum machine has been replaced by a lava lamp, and a disco ball shines fractures of light through her room.
Penny : Wow, you really got into the lesbian lifestyle.
Quinn : I was bored of the posters that told me what a stuck up little nightmare I was. Besides, I never liked the music anyway.
Stacy walks in.
Penny : Your girlfriend?
Quinn : Yep, this is Stacy Rowe, the girl that made me open up to my real self. Stacy, this is Penny Lane. She is an older sister of Jane.
Stacy : Pleased to meet you.
Penny : "Rowe"? When I went to LHS, I used to date a guy named Alvin Row. Are you related?
Quinn : She has no brothers or sisters, but he could be a cousin of hers.
Penny : In the same way that Daria is your cousin?
Quinn : (Faux upset) Who told you that? (Laughs)
Stacy : Actually, Alvin is my uncle. He's seven years younger than my mother, and he lives two blocks away from here.
Penny : I'm eight years older than Jane was. Trent and I were talking about the fact that Jane and Daria stood up for the two of you. And he also told me about how you used to be.
Stacy : Oh God, when I think back to the times when the Fashion Club debated here! A lot of shallow conversations took place here.
Quinn : (Deep voice) I, like, hereby call this meeting of the Fashion Club to order or something. First order of the day, platform jellies: good or bad. What do you think Tiffany?
Stacy : (Putting her index finger at her lip.) Dooooo theeyyy make me loook faaat?
Quinn : (Acting like her old self) Sandi, everyone knows that seventies revival clothes are soooooo over. Right Stacy?
Stacy : (Fakes looking vacant) Oh sure, they went out in the eighties or whatever.
Quinn : (Acting like Sandi again) Gee, if everyone is on Quinn's side maybe she should be president of the Fashion Club! Of course, she can't be president because I don't allow dykes in my club. (Quinn quickly switches to her current persona and speaks up to "Sandi") Why don't you just take your @$*&%$@ Fashion Club and stick it up your @$$!
Stacy : Right on!
Penny applauds.
Penny : Isn't it good when you can look back on your past and being able to laugh about it?
Stacy : But on a serious note, that Sandi we referred to could be Jane's murderer.
Penny : But what would drive a shallow girl to do such a thing?
Quinn : (Sighing) From what I know it would be to scare Daria away from helping me and Stacy. Daria and Jane were really close, and Sandi once said that if one of them would go the other wouldn't last on her own. And seeing Daria in the state she is in now proves that she was right about that.
Stacy : The second possibility is even more sinister but far more likely, Sandi blaming Daria and Jane for making us lesbian.
Penny : Ever tried talking to her?
Quinn : Ever tried to talk sense into Adolf Hitler?
Penny : (a tear rolls down her cheek.) But Janey...she was innocent. Griffin could not have had a reason to kill her.
Stacy : If you want to talk to her, call her. We, as ex-Fashion Club members, still know each other's phone numbers.
Quinn : Calling Sandi, that is not a bad idea. Let's do it.
Quinn and Stacy gather everyone and start dialing the Griffin household number. Everyone listens through the speaker as Sam answers the phone.
Sam : Griffins’.
Quinn : Hi Sam, this is Quinn speaking. May I speak to Sandi for a minute?
Linda walks by.
Sam : (Still crazy about Quinn) Sure, Quinn. I will get her for you.
And then Linda jumps in between.
Linda : GIVE THAT TO ME! (To Quinn on the phone.) HOW DARE YOU CALL? HAVEN'T YOU CAUSED ENOUGH MISERY YET?
Quinn : (With the Lanes and the Morgendorffers fuming in the background.) What are you talking about?
Linda : You know perfectly well what I'm talking about. Ever since you and that other little dyke went steady Sandi has gone downhill!
Quinn : Oh, and what did she do?
Linda : She drove my husband away by exposing my secret love...err I mean my way of building up my position, acted with nothing but hatred towards me, and cut words into her arm to prove she's no fake when she knows that she indeed is. And you and that sister of yours are the blame.
Helen : (speaking up) It sounds to me that you are the one causing all this, Linda.
Amanda : A mother doesn't talk this way about her own daughter. No matter what she does, she is no fake.
Linda : (Realizing that Quinn is not alone.) Wait a minute, who else is in there?
Amanda : Two families who have been torn apart by your daughter. And it seems to me, Mrs. Griffin, that you are really the one who is the blame.
Linda : (Hearing the bitterness in Amanda's voice.) What did she do?
Amanda : First, let me introduce myself. I am Amanda Lane, I'm 49 years old and have been married to Vincent Lane for almost thirty years.
Vincent : Yep.
Amanda : Our love sprouted five children, three daughters and two sons. And one of my daughters made me a granny when she sprouted four children.
Linda : (Getting impatient) And what has this to do with the misery Helen's kids are causing me?
Daria : (furiously hissing) Do you want to talk about misery, Mrs. Griffin? Try this: walk to Sandi's room and peek in.
Linda : Why...
Daria : DO IT!
Linda walks towards Sandi's room and peeks in. Sandi is seen injecting herself; Linda freezes.
Daria : As Amanda said before, she has five children. Summer,
Summer : That's me.
Daria : ...Wind,
Wind : (sobbing) That's me.
Daria : ...Penny,
Penny : Yep.
Daria : ...Trent,
Trent : Yeah.
Daria : And the youngest, who was my best friend, was called Jane. But your daughter, who probably was raised by you to follow in your footsteps, took her away.
Linda : (goes white) Did Sandi really?
Amanda : Tell me Linda, did you raise your daughter because you love her? If so, then why is she showing so much hatred towards you?
Linda : I raised her to be independent.
Penny : It sounds to me that you've raised her to be co-dependant.
Amanda : During the growth of my children, I always encouraged them to go out and explore their world and I wasn't always at home myself. But that doesn't mean that I neglected them. You on the other hand took your daughter for granted in order to shape her into a younger version of yourself, and that's neglect.
Daria : And why do you blame me or Quinn and her girlfriend Stacy?
Stacy : Yes, why? When the Fashion Club held meetings at your place, you always told me that I was the brightest of the bunch and that I always would be welcome. Why the sudden change?
Linda stumbles.
Helen : It's their sexuality, isn't it? I know that you've despised me ever since you found out that Jake and I used to be hippies, but our past has made us raise our daughters to be OPEN MINDED.
Amanda : And that was Jane's only crime; she helped Quinn and Stacy because she was open minded, too. But why did she have to die by your daughter's hand?
Quinn : Sandi was always trying to ruin my life. But why did so many people had to get involved in her efforts?
But Sandi has heard all this. Nobody will block her way now, not the Morgendorffer girls or the Lane family and certainly not her own mother. This murder was her masterwork and they all got what they've deserved. Finally free from those wires of sanity that have kept her captured for so many years, she won't let them capture her again.
Daria : You lost your husband, but I've lost my best friend, Amanda and Vincent Lane have lost their daughter and their children and grandchildren have lost their sister and aunt. If you have any respect for your own daughter, then go to the police and turn her in.
Linda decides to take Daria's advice and walks in, forgetting to put off the phone. The events that happen next are clearly heard in the Morgendorffer living room.
Linda : Sandi, we need to talk.
Sandi : (Starting to lose it, mostly because of the drugs.) What for, you never showed care for anything I did unless it was something really cruel. Yes, I've killed that arty friend of Daria Morgendorffer. That will teach her to stay out of my business concerning Quinn. I really enjoyed killing her. It was a liberation. I was finally free from all those rules they made me live by. It showed me that I could really end the life of another if I wanted to! (Daria faints at hearing this.) Are you not proud of me? You raised me to be cruel and I just did the cruelest thing that a human being can do!
Linda : And what did you achieve by doing so?
Sandi : (Hissing furiously) More then you'll ever achieve in your whole wasted life. And this conversation with the Morgendorffers showed me once again that you are a lousy mother. I, on the other hand, will be a much better one.
Linda : WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
Sandi : F#$@%*& with Upchuck left me pregnant, and I don't want to give this up, mostly because Upchuck turned out to be very good in bed. My kid will be anything I wasn't, even if I have to raise it from a jail cell. You, on the other hand, let Sam and Chris turn into two major brats. And neglected your husband and let me go insane, and for that last thing I thank you, Mom. Thank you for liberating me, and to show you how much I care...
Sandi suddenly lunges towards her mother with lightning speed and stabs her in her throat. Linda can manage to scream a little before collapsing.
Sandi : ...I'll gladly return all the pain you've given me through all those years.
Sandi's laughter echoes through the phone before Helen franticly calls the police.

Oakwood, the Wells' household, Tom Griffin is bringing back the glory days with Patty and is feeling truly happy for the first time in a long while. But at that moment his cell phone rings.
Tom : Griffin speaking.
Lieutenant Jones : Mr. Griffin, this is Lieutenant Jones of the L.P.D. I'm afraid that I have some very bad news. Your daughter Sandi apparently murdered your wife.
Tom : (shocked beyond believe) WHAT?
Jones : We were on a case of the murder of a 17 year old girl who was killed in exactly the same way, of which your daughter is the prime subject. And according to the witnesses, you and your wife knew nothing about that.
Tom : (Deeply sobbing) Oh my God, Alexandra...
Jones : Your daughter has run away; she is armed and dangerous. We need your cooperation in capturing her.
Tom : Of course. I'll be right there. Oh wait, how are my sons doing?
Jones : They are fine, in fact, they've told me to tell you that you're the best father anyone could have.
Tom : (Relieved) Tell them that I'll be picking them up and that everything will be all right.
Jones : It will be my pleasure, sir.

Lawndale High School, a window of a storage facility slowly opens and Sandi creeps in. "Under the Bridge" from the Red Hot Chili Peppers (I hate the All Saints version) starts to play as she gets in.
Sandi : (Patting her belly) Comfortable down there? Good. At least you won't be raised in the same manner as me.
"Under the bridge downtown is where I drew some blood. Under the bridge downtown I could not get enough. Under the bridge downtown forgot about my love. Under the bridge downtown I gave my life away."
Sandi puts down a physical education mat, takes out a blanket from her backpack and dozes off.
Sandi's dream: we see Sandi running through a dense forest until she reaches an old bridge. She ducks underneath it and hears the policemen rush by. Only when she breathes a sigh of relief she notices that she's not alone. Another girl sits across of her and speaks up in a croaking voice.
Girl : On the run?
Sandi : Not that it's your business, but yes.
Girl : I'm on the run too, but not from the law.
The girl looks up to Sandi and smiles. Sandi sees two pale blue eyes and ruby red lips coming out underneath the baseball cap she's wearing. Sandi looks in fear.
Jane : Surprised to see me?
Sandi : But I...you're supposed to be...
Jane : Dead? Believe me, I am, but I've returned to claim what's mine.
Sandi freaks out and throws her knife at Jane. It passes right through her.
Jane : (Walking over) Being a ghost has it's advantages. For instance: I can follow you wherever you go. I also saw the grief and anger on the faces of my relatives and friends. But I can only haunt you when you are asleep.
Sandi : (being Sandi) Oh, and what are you gonna do about it, bore me to death with your "You should feel sorry about all you did" stories?
Jane : (Smirking evilly) "Bore you 'til death." That's a good idea, but I have a better one!
Jane suddenly reaches out to Sandi's belly and Sandi screams as she sees Jane taking the baby out of her womb. She cuddles it and smiles.
Jane : Congratulations, Mrs. Ruttheimer, it's a girl. Listen up, Griffin, I can take over this girl's body and make her grow up to be a brain.
Sandi : NO!
Jane : Okaaayyy, how about making her grow up to be a lesbian?
Sandi : NO!
Jane : Or you can turn yourself in so I can rest in peace and leave you and your family-to-be alone. You'll get 24 hours to reconsider.
And Sandi bolts awake.
Sandi : (Posh) Only a dream. Like that Lane girl would really...
Suddenly Sandi winces as a loud mental sound echoes in her head
"24 HOURS!"

Meanwhile, at the Lane residence: Daria, Quinn, and Trent are looking through Jane's stuff. Daria tries on some of Jane's clothing.
Daria : Weird, I should feel bad about going through Jane's clothing, but I feel strangely serene. I feel that Jane is fine with it.
Quinn : Yeah, I can feel it, too. As if she's there and watching us taking care of her stuff.
Trent : She'd probably call us "glorified vultures".
Quinn finds a box.
Quinn : I wonder what this is... (she opens the box and finds an audiocassette) Hey you guys, look what I found.
Daria : Let's put it on; I'm in the mood for some music.
Quinn puts the cassette in Jane's stereo and presses play. A female voice comes through the speakers.
Jane : To everyone who hears this tape, I am Jane Lane, or as the situation will be, I was Jane Lane. I made this tape to record my last will, in case I'd die or did commit suicide.
Trent : Holy guacamole, Jane's last will.
Daria : You knew about this tape?
Trent : She once told me that she made a tape in case she would die prematurely, she always updated that tape. But I was never allowed to hear it.

The Lanes quickly assemble and listen.
Jane : First of all, I'd like to thank you all for coming, knowing that when someone in our family dies we all assemble, but most of these meeting were unpleasant like the one where Uncle Randy died. (In "On the Outside" by John Kilner.) I presume that Daria is also here...(A bit silence)...I'll take that as a yes. So let me get started. The music that I would like to hear on my funeral is "Best Days" by Juice. Maybe a strange choice, but meeting Jodie gave me some interest in R&B music. And to keep in touch with my roots, I'd also like to hear "Love You 'til Death" by Type O Negative. Mom, Amanda or Mandy as you'd like to be called. I'm donating all my art supplies to you, knowing that you will use them. Keep on working, Mom. I'm proud to be one of your works of art; in fact all of us are artworks you and Dad made. (Her siblings nod in agreement) Dad, Vincent, for you I'll leave the ticket to India. I bought it so I could go there during summer break to paint all those beautiful landscapes, shoot it all, Dad. Speaking of summer, Summer, big sis, I always liked it to baby-sit your children. They are so much like we were when we were kids. Try to find a job that will make you stay at home a bit more. Maybe that will keep them from running away. I'll leave you the four paint by number kits Grandpa bought me; give them to your children. That will keep then occupied. Wind, all that I can leave you is this advice: get to know a woman before you marry her. Penny, too bad I didn't see you much after you went to Mexico. I'm sure you'd love to hear what Daria and I did to the teachers in LHS. To you, I'll leave you my car so you'll have some transport for your new destination, wherever that may be. Oh God, the times we spent running, you were not only a big sister but my role-model as well. Trent...(Jane's voice begins to shiver) I first wanted you to know that I really look up to you, you have been everything to me: my brother who fought sibling wrestles with me, my mother who kissed away bruises and gave me the support I needed in hard times, my father who taught me to be independent and not to let them take control over me, and my friend who was always there when the rest of our family wasn't. You are no lazy bum, Trent, and I'll always keep you in the highest esteem. You can have your "Fetal Metal" CD collection back; it lies underneath my bed. (Jane is heard blowing her nose and she continues with a croaking voice) And last but far from least, my partner in crime Daria. You mean even more to me then any of my family members, you saw me for who I was and didn't try to change me. What you did change was the environment in LHS. Through you I did some things that I'd never done alone; I've met the most of interesting people and accomplished things that no one would seek behind me. And you were always there. To you I'll leave the responsibility of distributing my paintings to a project that Ms. Defoe and I started. And I'll leave you a painting that really shows my gratitude, it lies in the attic. Bye everyone, I was real glad to have been there. (A long period of silence follows, sobbing is heard from all sides and Daria is wailing but suddenly Jane speaks up again.) Now don't get all mushy on me, for Christ's sake.
Daria smiles, that was Jane. The Jane she knew and loved, the no nonsense girl.

Lawndale High School, the next morning: Daria, wearing Jane's attire, walks down the hall straight to the principal's office, but Tiffany stops her.
Tiffany : Daria, good news: they've got Sandi. She turned herself in this morning.
Daria : (Smiling, really smiling.) That really is good news, Tiffany, thank you.
Tiffany : From what I heard, she confessed to both murders.
Daria : But they will probably state that she was intoxicated and they will give her a reduced punishment. But I guess that's okay; ten years in prison will teach her.
Suddenly a warm feeling comes over both Daria and Tiffany, a feeling of approval.
Daria : Whoa!
Tiffany : You felt it too?
Daria : As if someone just hugged me goodbye.
Tiffany : Yeah.
Daria : I’ve got to go to Ms. Defoe. I have some important things to discuss.
Tiffany : Tell her I said hello and that I want to enroll in the extracurricular art class.
Daria : Really?
Tiffany : I was color coordinator in the Fashion Club, and I started painting when I left them.
Daria : I will tell her, bye.

When Daria walks into Ms. Defoe's office, she finds her sobbing.
Defoe : Oh, hello, Daria, pardon me, but I...
Daria : It's all right. I miss her too; I started wearing her clothes to make me feel as if she's still there.
Defoe : She is, believe me, I know. I just experienced a feeling of approval; she told me that everything was all right. It was so beautiful that I started crying.
Daria : (smiles with the tears running down her cheeks) There is so much more between heaven and earth.
Defoe : Anyway, there are two reasons why I called you here...

Meanwhile, at the medical office of the LPD, is Sandi being treated for the self inflicted cuts and her drug abuse. Sandi dozes off to well-deserved hours of sleep.
Sandi's dream: We see her wandering through the morgue, and suddenly Jane appears.
Jane : So you did it, right?
Sandi : I swore to be a better mother then my own mother, and defending my own child is one of the most important aspects of that. Even if I have to sacrifice my freedom for that.
Jane : And what if she grows up to be a brain or a lesbian?
Sandi : I guess I should learn to live with that; there are some things you can't control.
Jane : I guess not, but come here for a sec.
Jane opens a drawer, the one which contains her own body.
Jane : Why did I have to die before all that dawned on you?
Sandi : It was meant to scare Daria away, so I could regain control.
Jane : You were never in control, Sandi. If even the most powerful man on earth was once a baby, it clearly shows that power is nothing more than just performing. Adolf Hitler could set masses to his hand by using charisma, and a rock band does exactly the same thing.
Sandi : (looking at Jane's empty shell) Were you an athlete? Your body was really muscular.
Jane : Yep, I loved to run and keep my condition at bay, and as my boyfriend Tom may testify, I was a wild one in bed.
Sandi : (Sobbing) I'm sorry for taking that away...(Bawling) I'm sorry I killed you.
Jane : It takes a lot of guts to admit that you were wrong, but there is also something else...
Sandi : My mother, I can't forgive her. She deserved it.
Jane : With time you'll learn to forgive her. I've got to go now; farewell, Sandi.
Jane's spirit begins to shine brightly, and Sandi wakes up.

The Morgendorffer residence: the family has dinner, and Helen speaks up to her daughters.
Helen : Girls, I guess you already knew of the capture of Sandi Griffin, but I'll be her attorney.
Daria : Go easy on her, Mom, I guess she's learned her lesson.
Helen : Don't worry, sweetie, something already told me so.
Daria : In other news, Principal Defoe asked me to be her maid of honor at her wedding.
Quinn : Really? She asked me, Stacy, and Tiffany to be bridesmaids.
Jake : I guess that means that it will be a family day out.
Helen : I'm sure that Eric will leave me off at that day, and, if not, then I will MAKE him leave me off.
Quinn : I also got a call from Sam Griffin; he told me that he and his brother Chris are moving in with their father in Oakwood County.
Helen : I guess that they'll sell the house.
Daria : I would doubt it that anyone will buy it; the policemen who investigated Linda's murder stated that the house is haunted.
Helen : That's one situation that Linda can't control. (Smirks evilly) She must be very upset about that.
Daria : Don't worry, she will have an eternity to get over it.

A few days later at the wedding, which is held at the museum of visual arts in Lawndale: Ms. Defoe is wearing a white wedding dress and talking to her bridesmaids and maid of honor.
Defoe : Oh girls, I'm so excited. It's really the most beautiful day of my life, but I'm also very nervous. How shall I kiss him?
Stacy : Like this?
And she and Quinn kiss.
Daria : (while dragging in Trent.) Or maybe like this. (They kiss.)
Defoe : Oh, I'll see.
Mr. DeMartino comes over and looks at his bride. He chuckles nervously.
DeMartino : Claire, I err...
Defoe : I guess I'm not the only one feeling nervous. Tony, shut up and marry me.
DeMartino : Yes ma'am. (He then sees Trent.) Mr. Lane, I'm sorry about your sister.
Trent : Just call me Trent. I'm sure Janey is here watching us and approves everything that is happening here.
Tony : You can call me Tony, then. In fact, you all can. Claire and I have decided to resign from Lawndale High School to start a journey across the world together.
Claire : And we've decided to name our firstborn, if it's a girl, after Jane.
Daria : "Jane DeMartino." It doesn't sound right.
Claire : No, it will be "Jeannon DeMartino."
Mr. O'Neill comes over.
O'Neill : Anthony, the ceremony is about to start.
Tony : I'm coming.
"Best Days" by Juice is starting to play as the ceremony starts.
"The pop of the cork and the cling of the glasses"
Mr. D and his bride approach the altar. The minister blesses their union.
"We toast to the future and we drink to the past."
Claire is seen throwing the bouquet, and Quinn catches it.
"They might not be easy but never the less, these are the best days of our lives."
Trent and Daria wander off and smile at each other.
Trent : Tragedy and Happiness, two side of the same coin.
Daria : Yeah, it's almost frightening if you look back on how well planned Jane was about her death: she made a tape with her last will, knew about Claire's wedding, and already spoke to her about me being maid of honor.
Trent : Speaking of her last will, did you get that painting she talked about?
Trent and Daria hop into their cars and drive to the Lane residence, once arrive, they then walk into the attic and find a large covered painting. Daria takes off the cover to find a photo realistic painting of Jane and herself. With the underline "Thank you for being my friend."

The Lane residence, twenty years later. Daria (Looking like she did in "Write Where it Hurts") is talking on the phone.
Daria : Trent, honey, I just called to check up on you. How is the Spiral tour going?
Trent : It's fantastic: we've already played the Reading Festival in England, and we should be playing the summer festivals all over Europe. How is Jane doing?
Daria : Why don't you ask her? A girl in her early teens with pale blue eyes and jet black hair worn in a tail takes over the phone.
Girl : Jane Lane speaking. Oh, hi, Daddy. Don't worry, I'll be easy on Mommy.