- Who's the girl?
- Lou Simms. She's actually kinda decent.
- Sick? - No.
- I can't get fucking sick right now.
Get out.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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, 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.
- 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.
- 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.
Every time.
- Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
- Yeah. Yeah. You like my fucking cock?
- Yeah. - You like my fucking cock?
I'm fucking fine? - Yeah.
- You did it.
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.
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.
- 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.
- 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.
Funny thing, life.
First time I met you,
you were poor white gutter trash.
Joyce Mueller Holt.
From Gelsenkirchen.
Now look at you.
I have one last favor
to ask you before we close the paperwork.
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.
Oh, God.
Give me your hand.
Thank you.
Ambrosia.
You live,
and then you die.
But I'm not gonna die.
I'm in remission.
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.
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.
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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
Her timing is impeccable.
- 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?
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.
- 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.
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.
- Alex?
Hi, pretty girl.