[eerie music]
♪ ♪
[eerie music building]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Who's the girl?
- Lou Simms. She's actually kinda decent.
[clears throat] [sniffs]
- Sick? - No.
- I can't get fucking sick right now.
Get out.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
- Are you blowing me off, sis? You didn't respond to my text.
- I didn't get one, brother. - Bullshit.
You got a dress that doesn't make you look
like an extra from "Westworld"?
- You wanna get me started
on your tinted facial moisturizer?
- Hey, I have never used
tinted moisturizer, thank you.
- Own it.
- Premiere this Thursday,
if you can find something to wear.
- That goes with your face bronzer?
- Check your texts and find a new dress.
- [coughs]
- Go home, please. - I'm fine.
- You're not fine.
You've been on antibiotics,
like, ten times in the last three months.
- Try 11. [phone rings]
- Joyce Holt's office.
- Travis, it's me, Meredith's assistant.
- Seriously, bitch?
You finally decide to call me back?
- Have you heard the news? - What?
- Meredith has decided to give Joyce the books.
[pensive music]
♪ ♪
- I wanna fuck tonight.
I don't think you heard me.
I wanna put my dick inside you
and fuck you till you can't walk.
- [laughs]
- You think that's funny?
- It's cute.
- I wasn't going for cute.
- I'd rather you give me a foot rub.
Tomorrow, when I'm ovulating.
[knock at door] - Knock, knock! Avon calling!
- You better cover up.
You're gonna give the kid a heart attack.
Come in.
- Hi. So I have good news.
Meredith is backing out of the Universal deal
and going with us.
We got the books.
- How?
- I found a way.
[ominous electronic music]
- It's a dark day when my 24-year-old assistant
is more successful than my overpaid VP of production.
We got Meredith's books.
Correction. We didn't get them.
Travis did.
It's so funny how a British accent
can be misleading.
Makes one seem smart
when in reality, they're a fucking idiot.
♪ ♪
- Double almond milk matcha.
- We won't be needing you here anymore.
- You're firing me?
- Mm-hmm.
- Did Marty say you could let me go?
- Marty doesn't manage interns. I do.
- Joyce--
- Could give two fucks about you.
Take your braids
and your weird little outfits
and go back to Colorado Springs.
You're no longer needed.
- [breathing heavily]
- It's just so much fucking pressure every time.
- I know.
Just do what you gotta do.
- I feel like an asshole every time I do that.
I don't wanna do-- - Just do it.
- No. - I gotta be
on a conference call in 15 minutes.
- No, I'm not doing that. No.
- Sweetheart, no is not an option.
- [sighs]
Every time.
- Oh, my God.
[moaning]
Oh, my God.
[moaning]
Oh, my God!
[moaning]
- Yeah. Yeah. You like my fucking cock?
- Yeah. - You like my fucking cock?
I'm fucking fine? - Yeah.
- [gasping]
- You did it.
[cell phone ringing]
Oh, shit.
Hello.
- Meredith Lockhart calling.
- Okay, put her through.
- Hey, Meredith, you're on with Joyce.
- Hey. - I gotta hand it to you.
You're more punk rock than I thought.
- [chuckles] What can I say?
I have very tenacious assistants.
I've trained them well.
- I'll say. The new one's a beast.
- Oh, Travis?
Nah, he isn't new. He's been with me for a while.
- No, I'm talking about the girl.
I mean, most studios, they send over an obligatory gift basket.
But the smoking hot 22-year-old?
Ha!
That's a pretty audacious move even for you.
The whole pale skin, braided art chick specificity.
Oh, that was brilliant.
It was like a character out of one of my books.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- Where's the girl?
- The intern?
She's gone.
She got a job at some production company.
Quit yesterday.
- Get her back in her desk by tomorrow,
or you're dead to me.
About fucking time.
♪ ♪
[knock at door]
- Hi.
I came to apologize
for how things went down.
Look, I have jealousy issues. Okay?
Fucks up all my relationships.
So...I want you to come back.
- You want me to come back?
Or Joyce wants me to come back?
- We want you to come back.
- Let me think about it.
- Not an option.
Please.
- What's in it for me?
♪ ♪
- I came as soon as I heard.
- Thank you.
[laughs]
Funny thing, life.
First time I met you,
you were poor white gutter trash.
[laughs]
Joyce Mueller Holt.
From Gelsenkirchen. [laughs]
Now look at you.
I have one last favor
to ask you before we close the paperwork.
[chuckles]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Come on, don't deny a dirty old man
his dying wish.
♪ ♪
I can always change my mind, you know.
How much are the keys to the kingdom
really worth to you?
Come on.
For old time's sake.
Touch her.
♪ ♪
Not there.
You know where.
[tense music building]
♪ ♪
Oh, God.
Give me your hand.
Thank you.
Ambrosia.
[laughs]
You live,
and then you die.
But I'm not gonna die.
I'm in remission.
[dark music]
And you've been a naughty girl.
I know all about your plan to fund
your big dreams of expansion.
You're gonna sell off 49% of Fountain
to private equity investors.
You overplayed your hand, little lady.
I've sent your chink investors hightailing it back
to Bei-fucking-jing.
The only question now is,
what do I do with you?
♪ ♪
Clearly, I should fire you.
But I think--
I think I'll just shorten your leash.
Watch you strain against your master.
♪ ♪
Here.
Disinfect your finger.
You never know what's been in my mouth.
- Power is a dangerous, delicate creature.
Intoxicating,
and fickle.
[dark music]
♪ ♪
Thank you.
♪ ♪
- I see you found a new dress.
This place belonged to Hearst.
Supposedly, Jackie O and JFK
spent their honeymoon night here.
- Head just blew off.
- Stick with me, kid. I don't fuck around.
Champagne?
- Twist my arm.
[low rock music]
♪ ♪
Vodka soda, please.
♪ ♪
- Sorry.
Such a filthy habit.
You know, I've been trying to quit since I was a teenager.
- We all have something.
♪ ♪
- I know you. You sail.
- I barely drive. - No. No.
I have a sailboat down at the Marina.
You came with us on one of our Saturday evening booze cruises.
- Not me.
- Did you work on the movie?
- No. I just moved here.
- How do you like it so far?
- People are pretty hard-core.
- That's why I like sailing. It's the epitome of soft-core.
♪ ♪
Text me
if you want an old guy to take you sailing.
- You're not so old.
- She says, making the old guy feel that much older.
♪ ♪
- Looks serious.
- Isn't it always with her?
- Why are you sitting in here? - Why are you not?
How'd you score VIP access, Colorado?
- I'm not sure I did. - [coughs]
- Can I help with anything?
- No, I'm good.
All-nighter damage control on deck.
The movie's tracking awful. Redmond is losing his shit.
[coughs]
- Here.
You need it more than me.
- I can't. I'm sober. Remember?
- I'm sorry. I totally forgot.
- Mm-hmm.
- Well, feel better.
[disquieting music]
♪ ♪
[polka music playing on speakers]
- I need a moment of joy.
Chili cheese fries might be it.
- Hey, you could be running any studio in town.
Fuck Redmond. Fuck him.
- I've been building this thing for over a decade.
I'm not quitting.
I just need to wait it out.
- And it's gonna happen.
- Doctor said we're down to one good embryo.
If all goes well, we implant on the 23rd.
- Okay.
- Can we get two chili cheese fries?
- Hey, if it's our last shot, don't you think we should wait?
I mean, you're so stressed out right now--
- I'm not stressed. I'm fine.
- Hey.
We can adopt if it doesn't work.
- It will.
♪ ♪
It will.
[phone buzzes]
- Her timing is impeccable. - [laughs]
- [sighs]
- What's she like?
- She's complicated.
- Is she as impenetrable as she seems?
- Yeah.
Yeah. I should have quit years ago.
- Why do you stay?
- My therapist says I like the abuse.
- I just wanna do something beyond dog walking
and lunch orders.
- I think I can help with that.
- You've done enough already.
- What do I get out of this if I did help you?
[soft music playing over speakers]
[chuckles]
You know we can't.
- We're brother and sister.
That would just be weird.
- We're not even allowed to hug co-workers anymore,
let alone...
- I'm really good at keeping secrets.
Pinky promise.
- All right. Okay.
Pinky promise.
[gentle music]
♪ ♪
- You got your fucking candle.
- You just lost me
a fuck-ton of money, little lady.
You better figure out how you're gonna make it back.
- Die already, you disgusting piece of shit.
[sighs]
Alex! Hand cream!
- He's not answering his cell.
- How'd you find this? - I have my ways.
- Find him. Get him in here. Now.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- Alex?
[cat mews]
Hi, pretty girl. [cat meows]
♪ ♪