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Oh, my God,
you're proposing to Tina?

There's a whisper campaign

that a good number
of our readers are homosexuals.

A bathhouse--more men
than we know what to do with.

I don't see how this
slots into a women's magazine.

But we need to be friends.

- No more... you know.
- I love friends.

Friends are the family
you choose,

and you don't have sex
with family.

Let me introduce you
to my new friend Doreen.

- Professor Merim.
- Wait, you're Professor Merim?

Oh, God.

You brought Constance in.

You pitched her
the global vision.

- And you should run the thing.
- Ah.

I'm going to be running
the entire

Minx International Division.

Hey, why didn't you tell me
about Minx International?

Constance made me promise
not to tell anybody.

Well, I'm not anybody, okay?

Would you mind signing this
for me?

I can't live like this, Ma!

Yeah, run away,
you little shit.

Just like your father.

Where do you think
you're going?

Are you going
to that hussy's house?

You make me sick.

Three... four, five...

six--fuck!

How are there so many?

Why did we do a car issue?

Maybe it was an accident.

It doesn't matter.

It was vehicular manslaughter.

Ugh, we got him with his dick
draped over the murder weapon.

I don't know,
these just don't look

like the eyes
of a mom-slaughterer.

How are we supposed
to fill these?

Our print deadline's
at midnight.

Maybe Joyce has a fix.

Oh, wait, she's at that thing

in the woods
with Tina and Constance.

No phones.

Should we call...

[Lee Hazlewood's
"Cold Hard Times" playing

♪ Selling yesterday's dreams ♪

♪ Wrapped in
Tomorrow's paper ♪

I've been thinking
about Dad lately.

Doug Renetti.

♪ It's a cold ♪

♪ Hard ♪

♪ World, love ♪

♪ These are cold, hard times ♪

In the moment,
they seemed like

adjustments, you know,
just small compromises,

but then when I saw
that Rolling Stone cover,

I realized I've been heading in
a direction I never intended--

- Going the wrong way.
- Exactly.

Oh.

What would I do without you?

Die of dehydration
at the bottom of a ravine?

Anyway, all that to say

that I know I've been a little
hard to pin down lately,

but I'm rededicating myself
to the cause.

You have my complete focus on
launching Minx International.

You know, I think if we get
the right editors in place,

we could really change
the world.

I just want to see the world.

I'm gonna move to Paris,

show my mom
porn really does pay.

How'd it go with Doug?

What, when I told him
about Minx International?

Good. He was happy for me.

Kinda mad
I didn't tell him sooner.

Well, I'm thrilled.

You know, I just--

I never should've
promised him the job

before checking with Constance.

That was--I just got
ahead of myself there.

It was my mistake.

Right.

Well, I mean,
how would you have known

she'd already offered it to me?

And Doug's totally on board.

A win for me is a win for us.

Great.

Uh, this really is quite, uh--

are we really gonna
ask everybody

to tramp through the woods
like this?

Constance said
the interview begins

the moment they arrive.

It's how we see
the whole woman.

Ah, my rancheritas.

Just coming
to check on your progress.

We got a long, long climb
ahead of us.

Chip, chop! Hey!

- Okay, we should--
- Okay.

- We should hustle.
- Yep.

Your property is
breathtaking, Constance.

It's so kind of you to host.

Rancho Peregrino is
where Yorgi and I made

all our important decisions.

Little hacienda
up in the clouds,

far from the clack and clang.

Could we have driven up here?

Oh, sure, but then you wouldn't
have had the whole experience.

Oh, come on. One murder?
This is nothing.

Yeah, but if we miss
our deadline,

something bad
with numbers happens

that only Tina understands.

We don't need Tina or Joyce.

The three of us
used to put out issues

in a tight 45.

That is vintage Bottom Dollar, right?

So what do we gotta do,
fill 12 pages?

Richie, what do we got
to pull up?

Shelly's still recovering
from her trip back east.

Maybe Bella can swoop in
and save the day.

LaRouche. I love it.
A couple ads for Minx merch.

Maybe throw in a retrospective,

replay
some of our centerfolds--

Over my dead body.

Hey, there are no bad ideas.

Yes, there are.

Okay, well, what do you got?

I mean, we just did
a double issue.

Every idea went...

God closes a door,
opens a glory hole.

The bathhouse.
Set already exists.

We can book the models on-site,
shoot a half dozen setups.

- In and out, four hours max.
- And everyone gets a schvitz.

This is what I'm talking about.

Great.
Bambi, activate the phone tree.

Emerald Springs in Silver Lake.

- On it.
- And I'll call

and I'll make 'em
an offer so big

that it'll dick-slap the "no"
right out of their mouths.

D-don't say that, though.

Goose bumps, you know?

All these women
from every corner of the globe

here to spread our message
to the masses.

Okay, uh,
where should we start?

Mission statements, bios--

Constance had something a bit
more unconventional in mind.

Super.

I'm all ears.

Ladies.

Bienvenidas. Willkommen. Welcome.

We are so eager
to get to know you

over a lovely meal.

Please open your baskets.

Is this an earring?

I know you may have been
expecting ham

or peanut butter and jelly,

but everything you need
to improvise

a beautiful woodland feast
is right before you.

Bon appétit.

Um, are you sure
they're gonna go for this?

These girls are hungry

for a shot at running
their own magazine,

just like you used to be.

Yeah. Yeah.

I guess I would've eaten bugs
for that.

There is normal food for us,
though, right?

Hey, Bambs, has somebody been
using my office?

Yeah, Constance set up shop

while you were out
with your sleeping sickness.

Owner's name is Walt.
Give him the moon.

You got it.

Hi, Daniel.
We're going to the baths.

No, for work.

Rex murdered his mom... allegedly.

Emerald Springs.
Walt speaking.

Hey, Walt, this is Doug Renetti
over at Minx magazine.

We're in a bit of a pickle,

and I-I think
you're just the guy

who can get us out of the jar.

What can I do for you,
Mr. Renetti?

I'm s-I'm sorry, can you hold
for just one moment?

Of course.

Thank you.

So this is all
a metaphor

for the-the trials
of the editorial process.

No, it's not a metaphor
for anything.

It's to see if they can
make lunch in the woods.

You know, delegation, communication,

coalition building.

That is an obvious disqualification.

She's cheating.

Or she just came prepared.

I'd kill for a BLT.

Of course,
as we move into Europe,

I'd love to explore each
region's feminist forbears.

You know,
your Hildegard of Bingens--

oh, how could I forget
Argula von Grumbach--

Shh!

Oh!

You caught something!

I wonder what--

Was rabbit.

What an illuminating session.

Mm-hmm.

Absolutely.

I just, uh, have some questions

about, uh...
I don't know, anything...

...related to actually editing
a magazine.

Um, Tina, you must have
a few questions

about their basic math skills?

Sure, I could ask them

a question or two
about budgets.

That's a death cap, love.

- See, I like her.
- Me too.

She gave me half her sandwich

and a recommendation letter
from Princess Margaret.

Come on, we have
24 incredible women here.

We want to make sure
we're choosing the right ones.

Agreed.

And we're down to 20.

Three quit.
One is unaccounted for.

- Uh--
- Oh, don't worry.

We gave them whistles.

Oh, thank you so much
for doing this.

Oh!

Are you kidding?
The boys love Minx.

Most of them flipped

when I told them
you were on your way.

Word travels fast.

All right.

Anyone willing
to show their face

and pecker to the world,
follow me to the pool.

And for those who want to keep
their privates private,

we have snacks and poppers
in the lounge.

Is this where people have sex?

It's a locker room. So yes.

Oh, fun.

Ah, thanks for hustling in

last-minute, Shelly, honestly.

Now, I know you have
your hands full at the moment,

but I need to read what
you have as soon as you finish.

I've never written
on a deadline before.

I'm not sure
if I can bang it out.

Well, I'm already adopting
the lingo.

- Whatever. We're desperate.
- Oh.

Come on, boys. Paradise awaits.

I need to talk to you.

Connie is a butcher, Tins.

She's just being nice
to our faces.

She's just fattening us up
so she can unload us.

Can't you see that?

Look. Look at what I got.

If you don't believe me, look.

She left this in my office.

It's just a bunch of numbers with...

is that the word "closure"?

Disclosure.
It has to be disclosure.

And that's what you need
to file in order to sell.

She is going to fuck us.

Okay. Say it's true.

Why would Constance leave that
in your trash can?

Because there's nothing
we can do.

The deal's already over.

So flying in
a bunch of up-and-comers,

hosting them in her home,

right before
she sells the company?

Look, I can tell you're not
taking me seriously, Tins,

but there is something fishy
with this woman,

and you have to help me
stop her.

You been drinking
with your bird again?

No.

Well, that doesn't prove anything.

You're grasping at straws.

- It does--
- Yoo-hoo!

I found these in the garret,
and I think that--

Douglas, I didn't realize
you'd be joining us.

Oh, no, I-I forgot
my toiletry bag,

and he just brought it.

Now he's leaving.

- You got everything you need?
- I do.

- Okay. Sorry to interrupt.
- Thanks, babe.

I'll let you guys
get back to it.

- Okay.
- Bye.

Um, just over--hi.

Oh.

Oh! Excuse me greatly.

That's a lot of business.

Ope, four's company.

Mary, you look lost.

Is there a place I could do
a little typing,

you know, undisturbed?

Oh, you're with the magazine.

- I got just the spot.
- Okay.

You should come back
on Thursday for ladies' night.

Bring your girlfriend.

Oh, um, I don't have
a girlfriend.

You and me both.

Chris Isherwood comes
once a week,

mostly for sex,
but he's always inspired after.

Oh.

You might want to take a walk
every 15 minutes,

get some fresh air.

Okay, great. Thank you.

Hey, hey, no touching.

Can you all just--Bambi?

- Here to do my job.
- Can you tell the guys

to keep their hands
to themselves?

We gotta leave room
for imagination.

Sex negative. Got it.

Hey, why am I still
seeing shadows?

Because this was
a last-minute shoot

and I'm not a magician.

Fine, I'll get another light.

Hi. Everything's on schedule.

Should be out of your hair
in no time.

Hey, no touching!

Yeah, you're, uh, really doing
a number on this place.

You know, I only said yes
to the huckster on the phone

because I thought
with one of us

behind the camera,
we'd be in good hands.

No, you are.

I've been prepping this
for months.

If all you wanted was
tubs and tiles,

you could've just shot
at the YMCA.

I wanted to bring people
to the baths,

but Minx readers have
an expectation.

We have to maintain
a certain look.

- A house style.
- As-as do we.

Um, and I thought you were here
to capture that.

Mm, you're the expert.

Psst. Prigger. Prigger.

Doug. What are you doing here?

Something is brewing.

We're all in danger.

- Danger from what?
- From Constance.

She's stripping Bottom Dollar
for parts.

We're on the block.

You need to help me stop her
before it's too late, okay?

Okay, Doug, that's--
that's not what's--

That's what's happening. Please.

Okay. Just hang on.

Thank you.

I know that you've had
some disappointment,

and a certain amount of that
is my responsibility--

This is not about you.
Can't you see what's happening?

She's taking control.
She's boxing us out.

Yeah, it's her company.

But it-but it's still
my magazine.

And she's taking it places that
I never even dreamed possible.

And yeah, okay,
maybe she doesn't need you

holding her hand anymore,
but that doesn't mean

that you're not wanted,
that you're not essential.

So she got to you too, huh?

Okay, Doug, I think you should
do yourself a favor.

Um, we're in a beautiful place.

Why don't you go for a walk

and take in the mountain air,
you know?

Ah, for fuck's sake.

..."going all the way back

"to those hazy
childhood fixations,

the dolls again."

Ugh, Siggy Freud over here.

"The memory became
a siren's call,

a melody Bella couldn't"--no.

"Desire is an iceberg." No.

"With each crunch
of the yellowing leaves,

Bella could smell something
different."

Hmm. I'll allow it.

I think I might head out.

Come on, you're no fun.

Mick, please.

The humidity is starting
to fritz our gear.

We have ten minutes max.

Just keep wiping it down, okay?
We'll--

Hey, boys, come on.

- We're about to shoot.
- Yeah, me too.

Hey, um, are you sure
this is what you want?

No. No, none of it is.

I just--I need...

Go for a schvitz.
You've earned it.

You don't need me
to stay and help?

No, no, no, you've been great.

Thank you.

Minx, out. Models only.

All right.

All right.

I don't understand
why we shy away from reality.

As beauty editor at Vogue UK,

I know women have to look
a certain way

to trick men
into opening the doors

we haven't yet smashed ourselves.

I've always found charm
more effective than a hammer.

We identified
several corporate partners--

Estée Lauder, Burberry,
Dr. Thinsmore--

that can give women
the tools they need

to transform themselves
with style.

- Don't forget the free samples.
- Love free samples.

I have a couple questions
about Dr. Thinsmore...

...though.

Okay, let's try
something different.

All right, you two.

Yeah, perfect.
Exactly. Keep that.

Keep that. Love.

Gorgeous.

Hey, I like
this little moment here.

♪ I could never make it
In your house ♪

Oh, great.
This feels really natural.

Okay, give me your profile.

Give me a smiley one.

Yeah, that's beautiful!
I love that.

♪ Highborn in another time ♪

Yeah. Okay, look at me.

♪ Just like a circle
Around the sun ♪

Oh, I love you two together.

Can you look over there, please?

Gorgeous.

You know, I actually spent
the winters

with my Grandpa Heinrich
in Argentina.

So if you decide to conquer
the Southern Cone,

hablo español también.

Was he born there,
or did he hide--

The past should stay
in the past.

Ah, see, the spirits concur.

♪ Take a look at the world ♪

♪ What the world is today ♪

♪ Man can't even open
His mouth ♪

♪ To see what he wanna say ♪

♪ Take a look at this world ♪

♪ What this world is today ♪

♪ People are part
Of the dirtiest spot ♪

♪ While the poor man
Has to pay ♪

♪ Just take a look
At this world ♪

♪ And you've got
To get stronger ♪

♪ 'Cause the things that are
Happening to you and me ♪

♪ Just can't go on
Too much longer ♪

Could you grab another log?

Nothing bigger than your arm.

Sure.

Quite the system you have.

My nightly tradition
with Yorgi.

Um...

you know, I'm-I'm glad that,

uh, we've got a moment
out here,

just the two of us,
because, um...

Because you have some concerns
about the girls.

I just want to make sure
that we are on the same page

about the kind of women
that we're choosing.

Well, it's a process, Joyce,

and there's bound to be disagreements.

Minx is a publication that has
a real point of view.

Politics, culture, sexuality.

So why are we grasping
at low-hanging fruit?

We need to hire women
who stay true to our values

as well as to their own.

Let-let's hire people that have
something meaningful to say.

You know, one of my favorite
things about you

is that you always tell people
exactly how you feel.

Put together a dream list,
and I promise you,

I will take it
under serious consideration.

Oh, thank you, Constance.
That is such a relief.

Thank you.

- Do the honors.
- All right.

Ah.

♪ Waiting for the rain
to come ♪

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Beautiful.

Can you get closer together?

Hey, hey, no running
by the pool!

You can't go in there!

God, not again.

Wh-what's happening?

- LAPD!
- Cops. Hide!

- Stay where you are!
- Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Hey, hey. Hey, you.
Stop running.

What's going on?

Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry!

No!

Okay.

Stop running!
Stop running!

Got a runner
over here!

Gotta--oh.

I didn't fucking do
anything!

Put your hands
behind your back!

Hey, hey, stop. Stop.

Um... oh!

Okay.

Come on in. Vapor's fine.

The cops are here!

Yeah, I guess
pigs need a bath too.

But what are they doing?
I mean, it's--

it's not like
anyone's breaking the law.

Just put the wedge
under the door.

You'll be fine.

Mm...

It's real.

What are you
talking about?

All the proof we need.

The proof that you asked for.
It's real.

Did you steal that
from Constance?

She doesn't lock
her doors.

- Her casa is mi casa.
- Okay.

- That's not what that means.
- Just look.

She dissolved Bottom Dollar.
We're history.

She's forming a new company.

Well, maybe Bottom Dollar's
outlived its usefulness.

What?

Tins, the-the bones
of what we built are gone

without even a fucking funeral.

I don't understand, how is it
so easy for you to let go

of everything
we built together?

It wasn't really together,
was it?

You didn't promote me
for over a decade

while I helped build
your company.

Because you were my partner!

Why can't you be happy for me?

So you're choosing Constance
over me, huh?

No.

I'm choosing me over you.

Okay, is that
really necessary?

I'm just trying to relax.
I haven't had the greatest day.

Really?
When I peeked in the shoot,

you seemed to be doing
your Bambi thing.

That was just an act.

I mean, I've been grasping
at something for months.

I just don't know what.

When I first stepped
into Bottom Dollar, I mean,

it was magic.

It was like a spark.

No matter what I did,
it never felt like a job,

but...

today just felt like work.

Well, get in line, missy.

I wasn't even
supposed to be here today.

I specifically requested
time off this month

because fiction seems
a little trite

when you're, I don't know,
questioning your entire life,

but then
Richie dragged me here,

and now I'm rushing
to write a story

I don't even know
how to tell yet.

Go on.

What are you doing?

- I'm just trying to help.
- No, no, no.

You're doing the--you're doing
that thing that you do to me.

What thing?

That thing
where you take my picture,

and all of a sudden,
I'm spending

a week in Poughkeepsie,

lying to Lenny about
a last-minute invitation

to an erotica conference
in Saratoga Springs.

How is that my fault?

You unleashed something in me!

I didn't ask for any of this.

Shelly, you're not powerless.

No one's making you
do anything.

Okay. Isn't that enough?

Yes, it is.

You called all the shots
in our relationship.

Then you're the one who said
you wanted to be friends,

and then
you totally pulled away.

That's not--I didn't--

I just tried to confide in you,
and you didn't even see it.

You just see the Bambi
that you invented.

Everyone does that to me.

I'm sorry.

I'm done pretending.

Me too.

Back the fuck up
before I beat your ass.

Vito!

No! Get away!

Let go! Let go!

Come on! There's a side door.
We can make a run for it.

♪ Somewhere ♪

♪ Inside something
There is a rush of ♪

♪ Greatness, who knows
What stands in front of ♪

♪ Our lives
I fashion my future ♪

♪ On films in space ♪

♪ Silence tells me secretly ♪

♪ Let the sunshine ♪

♪ Let the sunshine in ♪

♪ The sunshine in ♪

♪ Let the sunshine ♪

"I know these words
may rattle some, but"...

"...'lesbian' sets me loose.

"A boat untethered,

"free.

To thine own self,
Bella, be true."

♪ Let the sunshine ♪

♪ Let the sunshine in ♪

♪ The sunshine in ♪

♪ Let the sunshine ♪

♪ Let the sunshine in ♪

♪ The sunshine in ♪

♪ Let the sunshine ♪

♪ Let the sunshine in ♪

♪ The sunshine in ♪

♪ Let the sunshine ♪

♪ Let the sunshine in ♪

♪ The sunshine in ♪

♪ Let the sunshine ♪

♪ Let the sunshine in ♪

♪ The sunshine in ♪

♪ Let the sunshine ♪

♪ Let the sunshine in ♪

♪ The sunshine in ♪

♪ Let the sunshine ♪