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Lipstick Jungle...

"Out with the old,
in with the 'ew"'?

I mean, that's just mean.
This business is mean.

A man named Hachiro
will be there in ten minutes.

Be ready.

I don't like to be rescued.
I rescue myself.

Would you relax?

It just seems like you're grooming
Mike to become creative director.

I think you need
someone with a vision.

Your first time.
What?

Cheating on your husband.

I'm going to bed.

Good night, honey.
Night.

You have no idea
how proud of you I am.

You're gonna keep rising and rising,
and I'm gonna be here.

I'm gonna be looking
for Spider-Man Band-Aids.

I've just got to
make peace with that.

Is it good?

$40 million opening
weekend.

It's terrific.

Does that mean pancakes?

40 million of them.

Ask Hirsh if he can
move the Wyatt feature,

so that he can meet
Frank Gehry in Madrid.

And then...

Check Gail Begley's schedule.
Fly her out at 9:00.

Frank Gehry never eats
before midnight.

Hello?

You allergic to shellfish?

What time is it?

I know a place that does the
best stone crabs on the planet.

I will have a car
pick you up at 9:00.

We will be in
South Beach by noon.

You want me to go
to lunch in Miami?

Have you back by 4:00.

Joe as much as I would like to run
away right now, it's not gonna happen.

Come on.

I just pink-slipped 15 employees
and moved my office to my house.

I'm down to one assistant
and 26 boxes.

Boring.
- Middle of the road. Go!

What about dinner?

In what zip code?

Yours.

I'll pick you up at 7:00.

Wear something
that comes off easily.

He's the devil.

Morning.
Morning.

I rescheduled
your 9:00.

Why?

Thought you'd want to stop by
Hector's office. Mike's in there.

What happened?
Not sure.

I think we lost Prince
William and his crumpets.

How did we lose him?

Well, apparently,
we never had them.

Lan Craig never returned
signed contracts,

and now Tatler's proposed
something more enticing.

Who's lan Craig?

He the Prince's
press secretary.

And you proposed to put them on
the cover without a contract?

Well, we've done it before
based on good faith.

The royal handlers move like snails.
We can't force the issue.

But this issue
has a royal theme.

Who do we plan on using
if Prince Will defects?

Queen Latifah?

Do we know why he's leaning
towards the other magazine?

They preferred their approach.
They said ours was stodgy.

"Stodgy"?

His words or yours?
They're young.

They want to be perceived as
hip and edgy and progressive.

Who doesn't?

Well, if we're too stiff, then we'll
just loosen up. I've done loose.

Yes, but if we've
already lost them...

No! We haven't.

Let me make two calls.
I hired Patty Bloom to shoot this.

She does anything
but stodgy.

His Royal Highness will have new
concept boards by the end of the day.

You know, Nico, if you'd prefer
to just focus on the creative end,

I can call the Prince's
press secretary.

I have his number. Thanks.

All right.
It was really good.

Thank you.

Hello. Hi.

Morning.

Hello.

Okay, Josh, what's going on?

What do you mean?

Well, am I the only one
tracking the weekend box office?

We made $40 million
on a Western.

How come you people aren't
dancing in the end zone?

Morning.

Were we expecting a movie about
a suicidal cowboy to do better?

I take it you haven't seen this.
What is it?

Unpublished novel submitted
for the weekend read.

We in a bidding war?

No. I think
you'll pass on this.

Then why do I
have to hold it?

'Cause it seems to be a thinly
veiled account of your life,

and it's a little harsh.

Sal, why are you talking to me like
I'm on Thorazine? What is this?

Do you know the writer?

Mariska Havel.
She was my nanny.

Oh, boy.

What is this,
some kind of joke?

Only if you think it's funny
she describes you as

"shallow as a bedpan and twice as cold."
Page 17.

Part of me wonders why
we even brought this stuff here.

I'm trying
to reinvent myself.

Why am I hanging on
to all this?

Because it's your work,
and it's genius.

Remind me to give you a big
fat Christmas bonus this year.

You'll still come to the Christmas
party if it's just us, right?

Of course.

Reese?

Did someone offer you a job?

What? No.

And even if they did,
I wouldn't take it.

So, who is it?

Stella McCartney?
Viktor & Rolf?

If it's Betsey Johnson,
I'll throw myself on these scissors.

I am not even considering it.

Well, if they let you design,
you have to consider it.

But I can't leave you
right now.

There's still so much...

Honey, stop. I'll be fine.

I can't hold you back.

This is absurd.

Mariska would never
write a novel.

She couldn't write
a grocery list.

She barely spoke English
when I hired her.

I guess she had
an axe to grind.

No, that is not Mariska.
She's a gentle, sweet soul.

She wouldn't kill a cockroach.
So, why'd you fire her?

She wouldn't
kill a cockroach.

She left crumbs everywhere.
Shane wanted to fire her after a week.

What did she say
about Shane?

Yeah, I don't think
you want to read this.

Listen, the question is, do
you wanna take legal action?

Who's the publisher?
I don't know.

It was submitted by an agent
I've never heard of.

Freddy DeValla?
Who's he with?

Look, I'm betting
it was sent here

so your former employee could nail
you for a hefty severance package.

I am not going
to be blackmailed.

Good for you.
Listen, okay?

In 20 minutes we've got a meeting with
Hector, and I've got a lot to prep.

All right? And by the way,
this is a day of celebration.

Oh, I'm dancing on the inside.
I am. See you in 20.

Okay.

Patty Blook, flying in.

Great.

Oh, hey. Hey.
Hey.

Thanks for coming up here.
Yeah, no problem.

I get it. They're royalty,
we're peasants.

Listen, I hope you don't mind.
I dragged my assistant.

Yeah. Kirby Atwood,
Nico Reilly.

Nice to meet you.

Let's go
for a steamier setting.

There's this fabulous pool
in Palm Springs,

the one with the portholes in
the downstairs bar. Very sexy.

I could shoot flowing
hair, legs, nipples, lips.

He's got great lips,
very kissable.

Is he hairy?

Who?
The Prince.

Oh, well,
I would... I don't know.

I like the pool for the layout,
but let's talk cover.

Well, if we land on desert,
we can do casino.

Put the Prince's babe
in something diaphanous.

Put the future king
in a tux,

burying her with poker chips.
Go for that James Bond thingy.

If they want to get
really hip and edgy,

then let's have
them riding naked

into some sleepy,
Scottish village on a Harley hog.

Put them in nothing
but helmets.

Rule Britannia!

Oh, see?
The young ones like that.

And that's who
you're out to bag, right?

I won't be long.

Can I bring you back
salad or something?

I'll find something
in the fridge.

My fridge?

Do you eat baking soda?

Right. I'll order in.

When do they
want you to start?

Soon. Like tomorrow.

God, I already miss you.

Don't. We are not
saying goodbye.

Mind if I take this with me?

I'd hate it if you didn't.
Just take whatever you want. I mean it.

Leave something though, so you have
a reason to come back and visit.

Totally. I'll have something
to you by 3:00.

You're the best.
Thanks, Patty. Okay.

Nice meeting you.

Likewise.

Kirby.

Listen to me.
It's not gonna happen again.

That was a one-time...
I'm married.

I forgot my notes.

This is so wrong.
Has Shane seen it?

I read that passage
to him over the phone.

He laughed.

I'm trying to protect my family,
and he thinks it's a big joke.

Did you
read him the part

where she calls him a
"neutered hound dog"?

I thought I'd save
something for pillow talk.

I can't go back to the office.
Everyone's read it.

Even the mail boy
was smirking.

Now you're paranoid.
Ralph has a tic.

Does she mention me and Nico?

I'm still on Chapter 3.

I couldn't
get past the section

where she said that I only
cook my children breakfast,

so I can admire
my reflection in the toaster.

You do that, too?

Wendy, everyone that knows you,
knows that you're a great mother.

So you say, but every morning,
I bring my son to school at 7:45,

and I rush off to
a breakfast meeting.

By the time I come
home, he's asleep.

Shane gets bathtime,
booktime, bedtime.

Look, if you're that concerned
about the book, kill it now.

I would love to.
How?

Pay your ex-nanny a surprise visit.
Scare her.

Burn a green card
in her face.

She'll toss every last copy
off the Brooklyn Bridge.

Can we order
a bottle of wine?

I thought you
wanted a fast lunch.

No, I have nothing to rush
back for. My assistant's gone,

my phone's got rigor mortis,
and three weeks from now

I'll be folding sweaters
at the Gap.

Victory, it's called
a transition.

Downsizing to a smaller
office is a transition,

making dresses in your kitchen
is called Mildred Pierce.

I thought she made pies.
Whatever.

Aren't you
designing a new line?

I'm trying to, but everything
that I sketch just seems so over,

and now I don't even have Reese
to kick me in the ass anymore.

You don't need Reese
for that. That's our job.

You need inspiration,
you need to get out of your house.

Go take a subway.
Go to the museum.

Can I do that
with a glass of wine?

You think a lot about money,
don't you, Regi?

You've got it.
You don't have to think about it. Sugar?

Two, please.
And lemon.

I thought girls your age
always thought about love.

Oh, love. I don't want
anything to do with it.

Patty Bloom's got a new concept board.
Should I send a messenger?

Right away. Thanks.

Marva, forget the messenger.
I have business downtown.

I'll swing by
and pick them up myself.

Hey.
That was fast.

I don't have a lot of time.
Where's Patty?

Jersey, scouting locations,
but she left me in charge.

Want to see what
we've come up with?

What are you doing?
Kirby?

Oh, relax. There's
no one else here but us.

Look, I meant what
I said this morning.

Hey, I'm just trying
to set a mood.

You know, most of Patty's pieces
involve baring some sort of royal flesh.

Now, this isn't
on the boards yet.

Picture Prince Willie-boy's head,
but on a much hotter body.

You want to take a picture?

You're relentless.

Look, I am...
Let me just look at those boards, okay?

I came down here
on business.

So let me just take a peek.

Yeah, right.

Editor-in-Chief of Bonfire magazine
can't find a bike messenger.

I don't think so.

I should...

Oh, Kirby.

Is your day
getting any better?

Where are you?

I'm in the kitchen.

Listen, don't forget Maddie's
coming by after school.

She wants to copy her social
studies project. Okay?

And, Wendy, you put that
book down, didn't you?

You let go of it?
Of course.

I can't waste any more time
on that stupid book.

I've got piles
of dailies to watch

and an actor
who wants his trainer

to direct
a $70 million feature.

Attagirl.
Go get 'em.

Listen, I'm stepping
into a meeting, okay?

Love you. Bye.

Want to check that address?

Oh, my God...
Where did you...

How did you get this?

This is... How much do you want for it?
That's mine.

It's sold.
You need mittens?

Sold? Sold to who?

Excuse me, did you...
Did you just buy this hat?

I don't know what you paid for it,
but I will give you double.

It ain't for sale.

I know that this sounds
insane, but this isn't...

This is not just a hat.

It was a part of my
final project at FIT,

and those were
my glory days.

Do I look like
I give a rat's ass?

Yeah. I don't know
how it ended up here.

I gave it to my teacher as a gift,
but this is definitely my design,

because you can see that these
are my initials on the label.

See?
VF, that's me.

I'm Victory Ford.

Well, I'm Vera Fang, and this here
hat's gonna make all the difference.

Let me just ask you why?
Why would you do this?

Mariska?

Who's that?

That is Freddy.

Yo! What's up?
I told you this would happen!

Don't raise your voice to me.

Get inside! Go! Come on!
Get in! Get inside! Get!

You got no right
coming down here.

She don't work
for you no more.

So, you're Freddy DeValla,
her agent?

We're done talking.
I don't work for you, neither.

Listen, if your intention was to
frighten me into writing some fat check,

you miscalculated,
Big Freddy.

That book's pathetic and ugly,
and no one's ever gonna publish it

or make it into a movie.

We already got a publisher, lady.
That train left the station.

You can pick up your copy
at Barnes and Noble's.

You come any closer, girl,
I will soak your ass with pepper spray.

You hear?

What are you doing?

This light is too good
to waste.

Kirby...

Don't move.

I'm gonna frame out the face,
I promise, but stay put.

Stop.
You're embarrassing me.

This is embarrassing you?

Look. Come on.
Stop.

Who is this guy?

What?

Your husband.

I mean, how does he let you
out of his sight for a minute?

I need 10 more copies,
but I stopped

'cause that guy with the mail
cart was giving me a dirty look.

Ralph?
He has a tic.

Did you eat today?

I'm eating now.

I mean real food. Protein.

This has nuts in it.

Follow me.

Oh, hey,
I have an update on the Mariska...

Oh, good.
Oh, hey, Maddie.

Hey!

We'll...
We'll talk later?

If this is about Mariska's book,
you can talk in front of me.

How do you know about that?

You hear a lot
in a copy room.

When can I read it?

Never.
No one else will, either.

Who's publishing it?

Bainbridge Press.

Of course it is.

That one's yours.

You know someone
over there?

Yeah, Madame Satan,
Janice Lasher.

Friend of yours?

Enemy.

You have enemies?
Sweet. Eat.

Is it too late
to make nice?

Mmm-mmm.

Janice Lasher does
not do nice.

She's been trashing me
for two years

'cause I dumped that horrible
book of hers on Hillary Clinton,

which turned out
to be a pack of lies.

I pulled out of a bidding war and she's
wanted my head on a stick ever since.

Maybe you should send her some brownies.
Eat.

Not a bad idea.
Might work.

Ben Affleck did Pearl Harbor
for a box of steaks.

Hey.

So, I was hoping to get home
before my cat dies of starvation.

You can leave.

Are you sure? I mean,
it's not really my cat.

Go home.
All right? Bye.

Oh, wait, wait, wait!

Do we have a number
for Janice Lasher?

I've had a call
from Legal

regarding the reconceived
layout boards for the Royals.

They're concerned.

Why? Because
they're provocative?

Since when do we
allow some legal drone

to have a say
in our creative decisions?

Since I saw them and also
find them objectionable.

Hector, I have to
shake up our approach.

If the Prince wants edgy,
this is the...

Edgy to the Prince means
loafers without socks.

Besides, our readers...

Are not prudes.

Be nice to strip them
a bit of our...

Nico, what's gotten
into you?

Since when did you
become so reckless?

There's a bigger picture here. We have
our magazine's integrity to protect.

Change it.

Wendy Healy on Line 2.

Okay.

Hey, Stu,
I got to call you back.

This is Janice.

Hey, Janice,
it's Wendy Healy.

I know that, I have an assistant.
What can I do for you?

Yeah, listen,
a work of fiction came across my desk,

a novel by a Mariska...

I already have
two bidders.

You want to jump
in the fray?

You submitted this book
to other studios?

Warners is at 300.
What are you offering?

I wasn't calling
to make an offer.

What? You want
to chit-chat?

Call me in August, hon.

Some of us actually work
for a living.

Why would someone keep
something that isn't theirs?

Are we back
to your hat?

I couldn't have been
any more honest.

Back to the hat.

Okay, maybe you need
to go back there

and offer
himlher $1,000.

It's not about money, Joe.
Not everyone can be bought.

She can,
five times a day.

Have you never been
up 10th Avenue?

So, what are you saying? That I
design clothes that appeal to hookers?

It's cold, isn't it?

This hat...
This hat stands for something, Joe.

It was a part of the last project I did
before I got my first job in the real world.

I get it.

No, I don't think you do.

I grew up in a dead,
beige suburb,

just counting
the minutes

before I could move to New
York and design clothes,

and I wanted to
live in a place

where I could dare to be
lucky and live out loud.

Forget the $1,000.

Go back to your friend
with the hat

and tell her exactly
what you just said to me.

You think that would work?

I do, but I'd change
the last couple lines.

They were a lot fresher when
Susan Hayward said them in 1959.

How do you
know that movie?

I'm full of surprises.

Can I kiss you?

Come here.

Will you please
turn out the light?

I am reading.

No, you're not.

You're stewing. You've been on the
same chapter for the last two hours.

People spend less time
studying for the bar.

Shane, this is really bad.

She refers to me as
the "polar ice cap."

Wendy, if you let this get to you,
you are validating every word.

Now, just throw it in
the garbage where it belongs.

She calls you
"hetero-flexible."

What? Let me see that. Oh, that's
complete crap. Lots of guys moisturize.

So, hon, if we're not gonna
get any sleep tonight,

can we at least make it
a little bit more fun?

Shane, stop.

Honey, come on.
No, come on!

No! No, I cannot handle being screwed
by two people at once. Oh, God.

Look at my hands.
Honey, I'm shaking.

Take a Xanax. I did.
This is me on Xanax.

Any suggestions?

Do we own a Taser gun?

Shane, I can't laugh.

Not everything in here
is fiction.

She has an uncanny memory
when it comes to our fights.

What fights?

One on the Vineyard.

Over Taylor's birthday party.
How would she even remember that?

I don't think she was
with us on that trip.

How would she have known?

You know what?
We should put it away, okay?

Get some sleep. We both need
to get up early in the morning.

Just rest up.
Oh, dear.

What's your next move?

Haven't gotten
that far yet.

What can I burn in
Janice Lasher's face?

I'd say burn her face,
but I don't think leather melts.

Suede does. Made that mistake once
with a skirt and a blow dryer.

Where are you with the Prince?

Back to scrambling.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

It's fun to realize you have all the
responsibilities and none of the power,

isn't it?

Hello?

Hi.

Yes, that'd be great.

Okay.

Okay, thanks a lot.
Bye.

Was that Joe?

No, that was an
old friend of mine.

A buyer at Bergdorf wants to know if
I have anything new I can showcase.

Vic, that's wonderful.

Yeah, would be, if I did.

Gotta go.
Breakfast meeting.

Bye.

You're vibrating.

I'm angry.

Your phone is vibrating.

Oh.

I never want
to hurt you.

When this person come to me,
she offer so much.

I don't know what to do.

I'm sorry.

She's caving.
Will you do it?

Wendy, come on, it...
You have to. Please.

Did you sleep at all?
Not much.

It's pathetic.

Your boss grew up
on fish and chips,

and doesn't even know
his native history.

Britain has a long tradition
of baring royal flesh.

Yeah, probably to
deflect from the teeth.

Seriously,
look at Charles II.

He had his favorite
court painter

immortalize his mistress
with bare breasts.

Really? Why?

To give a message
to his subjects.

Dawn of a new era,
period of openness, nothing to hide.

The bare body doesn't
have to be lewd, Nicky.

It depends on the context.

You might want to put
a blouse over them,

because your King Hector
is a prude.

Great. Thanks.

That's my hat!

Taxi!

Using Charles II
as inspiration,

we see the Prince and his lady
representing the dawn of a new era,

a period where...
Here, have a look.

There you are!
Hi. Sorry to interrupt.

I need your hat.
It's a long story.

I grew up in a beige suburb.
Bergdorf's wants to see something new,

and I need that hat
to get my mojo back.

This hat was a gift.

A gift? Who from?

Oh, that lovely tall girl
down the hall.

A little made-up,
but very neighborly.

Ma'am, please,
just name your price.

You can't wheel and deal
in a house of God.

Can we go outside?
No, we cannot.

Shame on you, snatching
clothes off a widow's back.

I don't want her clothes.
I just want her hat.

What are you,
an animal?

She can't attend services
bare-headed!

I'll make you a new one.

All right.

Shane, come on.
The boyfriend is not scary.

I promise you can take him.

I'm not scared.

I just don't think
we both need to do this.

Mariska's always had a soft
spot when it comes to you.

She thinks you're charming.
She thinks you invented toast.

Look, it just feels desperate. I mean,
no one who reads this stupid book

is ever gonna believe that's who we are.
Now, come on.

I'm not gonna
take that chance.

That stupid book portrays me
as some selfish monster

who uses her kids
as fashion accessories.

There is
a whole chapter

about Taylor's
rescheduled birthday party.

She completely distorted
why I canceled it.

And frankly, I still want to know
how the hell she knew about it,

'cause Maddie would
never have told her. I...

I told her.

What did you say?

I told her.

Oh, just get in the car.
Let's go grab a coffee.

You?

Yes. I didn't think
it would end up in a book.

So, let me
get this straight.

Basically,

my husband thinks
I'm a bad mother.

Will you stop that?

How could you
do this to me?

Can we just please go
do this someplace else?

Please?

Let's not do it at all.

What?
Drive.

Reese, pick up.

Reese, pick up,
pick up, pick up.

Hello?
Reese!

Hey. I need to make a hat.

When did Klaiman's Ribbons
become a Korean deli?

Can I call you back?

Oh, you're at your new job?

Okay, yeah.
I'm so sorry.

Not necessary.
Good luck!

Nice. I can see
the Victory Ford influence,

but you've clearly
improved on her look.

How long did you work for her?
Three years.

Started as an intern,
but she was busy back then,

so she left a lot
of the designing to me.

Hi.
Hey. What are you doing here?

I won't bother you.
I promise.

I'll just check my e-mails
and cry softly in the corner.

What's going on?

Nothing.

I just... I really
can't go into it,

but I have another hour to kill
before the Yizkor service is over.

The what?

The movie.
He wants him to direct.

Does this guy have any
experience behind a camera?

I mean, besides taping
his video workouts?

Not now, Josh, please.

Your husband's here.

Deal with it.

All right. All right.
All right.

Hey, Sal.

Oh.

Darling, Mariska and I did not
sit around and talk about you.

This was one time.
I was pissed off.

I needed to vent and she
just happened to be there.

Honey, you ran off to put out some
fire on a vampire set in Romania,

and you left me having
to tell a three-year-old

that his birthday party
had been canceled.

You know that killed me.

Yeah, I do.

You know, this happened two years ago.
I would never do that now.

It's just taken a while for me to get used
to sharing you with a million other people.

Honey, I don't know what you have
to do to put this thing to rest.

I really don't.

If it means taking down this
Lasher woman, then, please, do it.

The bottom line is,

Wendy, you're
a wonderful mother.

I know that.
The kids know that.

Isn't that enough?

I couldn't find anything in the same
color, so I just bought this one,

but I'm telling you,
my hat is a one-of-a-kind piece.

I spent... I spent three weeks
just embroidering the band.

Victory,
can I say something?

Not if it's mean.

Sweetie, you're chasing after
something you made 10 years ago.

I get it. It feels like
you've lost everything,

and in some ways you have,
but not your talent.

Starting over
is very scary.

It's a huge risk.

But it's also a new beginning.
Right?

Hector Matrick,
coming in.

Get out.

Go, go, go.

Okay.
Okay, okay.

Hector, you remember Victory.

I do. Forgive my intrusion.

No, forgive mine.
Great tie.

Bye.

Lan Craig just rang.
Prince William signed the contracts.

Glad to hear it.
Yes, I'm sure you are,

but you submitted yesterday's
boards against my wishes.

Hector...
That was a mistake.

I had to trust my instincts.

You gave me this job
because you once did, too.

And if this title doesn't
come with that privilege,

well, then
I shouldn't be here.

Well, well, well,
Wendy Healy.

She's not just the title!

Door!

You know, I promised myself I
wouldn't negotiate with a terrorist,

but here we are.

Truth hurts,
doesn't it?

Look, Janice,

I don't care what you
say about me and my job.

You can call me the biggest
bitch on the Eastern Seaboard,

but when it comes to my family,
you're out of bounds.

Sounds like somebody flunked
her "Mommy and Me" class.

What do you
really want, Janice?

You got a book you want the
studio to buy? Two books? Three?

I sent you a book, hon.

Fine, then put me
on the publicity tour.

I want to be
the first to say that

I am not the perfect mother.

In fact, there are days that I
suck at it, because my job is hard.

It's hard to juggle my family
and my work demands,

and God knows if Daddy had to
reschedule a birthday party,

no one would think twice.

But what matters is I am there
for my son and he knows it.

And what he's gonna remember is
that his mom did the best she could.

You must have me confused
with your shrink.

If you'll excuse me,
I have work to do.

What confuses me,
Janice, is why you,

of all people, enjoy bashing
other professional women.

Go ahead.

Publish your book.

It'll be your legacy,
not mine.

Hold that, please!

Hector.

A lovely suit. Armani?

Fendi.

I spent most of last night slotting
other executives into your job.

I even considered
recruiting an outsider.

But I gave you your title

because you're one of the
gutsiest players on my field.

But even a
highly-prized player

must remember they're part of a
team with a coach and a game plan.

Your actions
affect others, Nico,

so watch your step.

It doesn't take much for
a halo to turn into a noose.

Hi.
Hello.

Have you eaten?

Not yet.
Been caught up with work.

What's that?
Lunch.

And something that
might make you smile.

Oh, Joe.

"Oh, Joe"?

I just made an 80-year-old woman
with a bald spot very rich,

and cold, and I get,

"Oh, Joe"?

You didn't have to do this.

I thought you needed
this to get back to work.

I thought so, too.

Why did I have to
meet you now?

Two years ago,
I was successful.

I was on the top of my game.
I had 15 employees and 11 stores,

and now I look like this needy
person who always needs to be saved.

What makes you think
I'm saving you?

Here, lobster bisque
and crab salad.

You couldn't come to Miami.
I brought Miami here.

Get back to work.

So, how are things going with Charles?
Is it getting any better?

I mean, you know, did you use
the massage oil I got you?

Guys, we've been
married 17 years.

That's not
what she asked.

You know what? Charles is the
smartest, kindest, most remarkable man

I have ever known.

She didn't use it.

Have you tried to talk about it?
You two talk about everything.

Yeah, everything but. That's the point.
I love him. I do, but...

I don't know why we expect to
get everything from one person.

I mean,
is that fair to them?

Or us?

Nico?

Whoa.

You're not thinking of leaving Charles,
are you?

Of course not.
I'm just... Oh, just relax.

I'm asking the question.

Aren't we supposed
to be having fun?

I mean, you just
slayed the dragon.

You've got your mojo back.

Can't we at least
get a drink?

Bottle of wine.

Margarita.

Margarita.

I think we have a winner.

Send this one to Page 6.

Tell them to run it
with a caption.

"Tsunami for bad mommy."