[Scene: G&P3. Gemma is talking to the new manager, Treat Taylor.]
Treat: White gauze curtains would give this place some flair. You know what I'm saying? Then we'll take out these tables over here. Replace them with mounds of pillows so people can lay back and get comfortable. You look worried, baby girl.
Gemma: Treat, I know I gave you the authority to make some changes in the club, but I thought they would happen gradually. You know, I don't want to shock the regulars.
Treat: Well, I do. Alright? Your place seems too safe. Now, do you trust me? Do you trust the number one club promoter in all of San Francisco?
Gemma: Yes, of course.
(Treat signals the workers.)
Treat: Good. Alright, guys. Rip it all out!
[Piper and Phoebe enter the club.]
Piper: Wait a minute! What's going on? That's our table? Who told them that they could rip out our table?
Treat: I did.
[Phoebe approaches Treat.]
Phoebe: And who are you?
Gemma: Phoebe, this is Treat Taylor. He's the new manager of G&P3.
Piper: I-I-I'm sorry. The new what?
Gemma: I just hired him on a trial basis.
Phoebe: Well, isn't that interesting. I need to talk to you.
[Piper and Phoebe pull Gemma aside.]
Gemma: You look worried, baby girls.
Phoebe: Well, why didn't you tell us about this?
Gemma: It just happened yesterday, which is why I asked you to come down here today.
Piper: We said we weren't going to do this.
Gemma: Uh, do what?
Phoebe: Make any major changes in our lives. All the books caution against it. After you've suffered a major loss. Do not sell the house. Do not get married. Do not quit your job.
Gemma: Okay, but like it or not, there's been a lot of changes lately, and this is hardly the biggest.
[They see Paige entering the club.]
Piper: Oh, speak of the devil/whitelighter/witch.
[Paige walks up to them.]
Paige: Hi, guys.
Phoebe: Hi!
Paige: I hope I'm not interrupting.
Phoebe: No, no, we were just talking.
Paige: Well, I have a quick question, but it can wait. Continue.
Gemma: I was just explaining to Piper and Phoebe that the changes I'm making in the club are not by choice. They are by necessity. P3 has been struggling a little lately, and we are now a single salary household.
Piper: Oh, we don't have to be. I--I can get a job.
Gemma: Uh-huh. And if you could get a part-time entry-level job that pays you about two hundred grand a year, that would really make a difference. Otherwise, I'd rather you be free for other work.
