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Oh, my God, you guys.

It feels so good to be back in New York.

Like, shoot it into my fucking veins. I feel alive and free.

Oh, my God, I know.

This is so exciting. Like, the girls are...

- ...back! - I know.

Guys, New York is so romantic.

This is literally the street that my dad met my mom

when he was shooting Kings of Chinatown.

- Aw! - That's so sweet.

I know! Wait, and that's the secret apartment

that he got her when he was divorcing his second wife.

They're gonna be so fucking surprised to see me.

- I love love. - Disagree!

Love slows you down.

I'm honestly so psyched to not be in LA.

Like, the heat and the palm trees, it's like fucking oppressive.

Maia! Like, wait up!

- No, please just let-- - What is she doing?

Just let her walk this off.

Walk what off?

She's obviously having a manic episode right now.

- No, she's not, okay? - I'm really worried about her.

She always walks fast and talks loud. She's just in boss mode right now.

'Kay. I don't think that's what's going on.

I mean, it's like Dylan was reading my mind

because I needed space.

That's why he's so good for me.

I'm so good. I'm perfect.

- See what I mean? - Girl, she's not good.

You're not reading her very well right now.

- Guys, I wanna try smoking. - Oh.

Oh, my God. I feel amazing.

- Yeah. - I'm, like, buzzing.

Yeah. It's so gross.

Ah!

Wait, I've decided I'm gonna get addicted to cigarettes.

And now that you don't have a job and you're single,

you have, like, way more time.

- I'm not single. - Oh.

- We're just, like, on a break. - Yeah, sorry. Totally.

- No, I meant like you can smoke-- - I'm just gonna text him.

Maia, don't text him.

You literally said seven days no contact. We have other stuff to worry about.

Yeah, I know, but this is just, like, logistics.

And then, after I send it, we can focus on your fitting with Antoine.

Okay, how about this?

"Hello, period.

"I just wanted to say the plane didn't crash, period.

"Telling you because we co-signed a lease, comma,

hope you're well, period."

Okay, that was very adult of you.

I just like-- I feel so much better,

'cause now I'm not worried that, like, he's worried.

- Yeah. - You know, I just wouldn't want him

to be stressed, like, "Did the plane crash, like..."

- No, and he's not. Like, he knows now. - Yeah.

I'm not thinking about him at all.

Me neither.

Oh, my God!

Dylan just thumbs-upped my text.

Just thumbs-upped my text. What the fuck?

How 'bout another pack?

I'm sorry, but you send a thumbs-up

to a TaskRabbit, not your fucking girlfriend.

Okay, well, being polite is how guys like Dylan

- show they're powerful, so. - What do you mean?

Like, every time I come over, he's like, "Can I get you a glass of water?"

Oh, because you have to show me you're a man?

Please. He's obviously having a mental breakdown on the inside.

- You're so right. - It's embarrassing.

Ugh, it's so sad. I'm gonna text Charlie

- and have him check on Dylan. - Okay.

This is-- oh, oh.

Excuse you. Okay.

Oui. Oui, oui, oui. Oh, it is stunning. It is absolutely stunning, yes.

Oh, my God, Maia.

This need to look like it have air,

- like it's clouds, okay? - Are you kidding me?

Is that an Erik Charlotte dress?

It's like Pagliacci, but make it cunt. I love that.

Hi!

My LA girls! Tallulah, come to change.

- Mai? - Cigarette cheers?

I heard you can go kind of cheers

- with the cig. - Beautiful.

This is perfect.

Are we sure it's, like, exciting...

- Hm? - ...though?

That you are invited to the Formé dinner is exciting.

That I am dressing you is exciting.

I think that is more than enough excitement.

Right. Yeah...

it's just like, I saw this, like, major clown moment outside.

Obviously, we want me to stand out, too.

Maybe we do something with, like, a pop of color,

or like-- I mean, like, this green is amazing.

This is for a model.

You're not a model.

You post your fun videos, you get drunk, you steal things.

That is who you are, and that is wonderful!

- Now, get changed. - Thank you.

- Thank you so much. - Of course. Ciao.

Fucking asshole.

And Dylan, like, keeps saying, like, he's busy too,

but it's like, he has some resolve.

So, it's like, I'm sorry.

Here, this is Dylan, my boyfriend.

So cute. And this is Clare.

Visually, like, do these feel like two people that would fuck?

She does not seem like a sexual person.

- You're a sexual person. - Yes! Exactly.

Totally. Thank you. I'm like, honestly, a real freak.

You should enjoy your break,

like we were trying to enjoy ours.

You're so right.

You are right.

Hi, Ben.

What is a good place for three girls to go out in--

Hey.

- Hey. - Come on, let's go, babe.

They seem really busy. Hi.

- You like your dress? - Yeah, I love it so much.

It's really chic, black, classic.

Easy!

- Dylan. - Oh! Jesus Christ!

- Hi. - Charlie. Whoa.

I was knocking for like five minutes.

What is this? What's going on?

Did you know that after six months,

- spices start to lose their flavor? - Mm-hmm.

- You knew that? - I didn't know that.

- Let's take a break from the spices. - Okay.

Well, you know, I'm sure you know Maia's in New York.

And Dylan's in LA. What, I'm not allowed

to come over and see my best friend's boyfriend?

Yeah. Yeah.

Here, I brought you this, by the way.

Andrew left it in my fridge, like, forever ago.

It's like a pickle IPA.

I don't know, he liked all the straight guy beer.

Andrew? Okay. Have you guys been talking at all?

No. No, we're not talking.

How are...

you?

It's...

I feel like I'm going a little bit crazy.

- Ah. - Like, you know, it--

this whole seven-day rule thing, this was my idea,

but I-- it's absolutely hell.

I mean, she sent me literally one text just saying

that she didn't die in a plane crash, and that's it, like...

What'd you say back?

I thumbs'ed it up.

- Is that bad? - Thumbs-up?

- Yeah? - To Maia?

- Yeah. - Do you know this bitch? Like...

- Yeah. - Be real.

It's like, she needs affirmation. Constant affirmation.

You're right. Alright, I'm gonna text her.

Maia, sorry for the late--

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, no.

- What? - Delete, delete, delete.

Now, I'm understanding, maybe, the psychology.

She could be trapping you.

- Exactly, right? - Yeah, it might be a trap.

That's what I thought. Like, if I don't respond, then I don't care.

And if I do respond, then it's--

She'll think you're not taking the boundary seriously.

- Right. - I see the problem now.

Damn. Bitches be crazy.

It's like she just-- she put these landmines out everywhere.

- Land-Maias. - You know, and I spent

so much time just trying to avoid all of her triggers,

and that I ended up just-- I stopped.

I stopped sharing any real shit at all.

Like now, I don't even know what I'm mad about anymore.

Well, I happen to be an expert at making people realize why they're mad,

and then making them way madder.

- Mm! So, my new friend, Ayako... - Uh-huh?

...who's a model, she and her boyfriend,

also a model, they actually hooked up

with other people when they were on a break,

so that when they got back together, there was, like, no regrets.

Okay, that makes sense, 'cause I feel like a bad thing

always has to happen before a good thing can happen.

- Like, Babe one was just okay. - Yeah.

But Babe 2: Pig in the City was fucking incredible, I'm sorry.

- True. - Yeah. Guys, I'm due.

It was like, boom, COVID.

Then, I moved to LA. Boom, I meet Dylan.

Boom, I'm basically fucking 30.

It's like, I missed out on fucking shitty assholes in my 20s.

Just for one weekend,

- let me be a pig in the city. - Thank you.

Let me play in the mud before I become Dylan's sugar mama.

- Okay. - Fair, like, oink-oink.

- Like, treat me bad. - So bad.

Right? Guys, I wish I wasn't surprising my parents tomorrow,

'cause I really wanted to get into something strange.

Oh, my God. Like,

- that guy right there... - Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

We would fuck up the hotel room so bad. They would have to arrest me.

Girl, I would go to that trial. Oh, my God, he's looking.

- Oh, my God. That's Ben. - Oh, my God, he's looking at me.

Do I look okay?

- You look incredible. This is like... - So good.

- ...the best timing ever, are you joking? - Maia, you look so hot.

Wait, and he's wearing a wedding ring. That's a good sign.

I'm glad Paul could get you in. Hi!

- Thanks so much for hooking it up. - Of course.

- Ben, this is... - Tallulah Stiel.

- Congrats on Formé. - Thank you.

How does it feel to now be the littlest fish in a very big pond?

It feels so good. I love big ponds so much.

- I bet. I bet. - Maia killed it.

- Yeah, she did. - Mm-hmm.

Alyssa's lucky.

Yeah, I'm actually not at Alyssa180 anymore.

- Really? - I'm on my own now.

I'm sorry, hi. Hi, I'm Alani.

- Hi, Alani. - Maia and her boyfriend

are on a break, so we're just stepping out to...

Yeah, so we were just like, fuck it, let's party.

- Nice. Yeah. - You know? Yeah.

- Do you wanna sit with us? - Oh, no, that's sweet of you.

I'm actually about to go out with my wife and some friends.

But I think my tab's open at the bar if you, you know,

guys want a little night out on the company.

Why, 'cause you're trying to poach Tallulah?

Maybe I'm trying to poach you.

You know, it was so forgetful of me to leave my card here.

If I could stop by the hotel tomorrow and come pick it up?

Yeah, sounds good.

- Okay, good. - Mm-hmm.

- Be safe tonight, guys. - Bye.

Oh, my God!

- Oh, my God. - What just happened?

You guys, I am fucking Ben tomorrow.

What?!

That was so weird that he said that about the little fish in the big pond.

- Like, why did he say that? - No, I think that's good.

Like, fish grow bigger in a bigger pond.

Like, more food, more room. That's why I'm so tall.

- Uh-huh. - 'Cause my house was so big.

Oh, can you guys believe he left his card here?

Thank God. I maxed mine out

- on the hotel rooms. - What?

Maia, I thought Formé was paying.

It's fine, it's fine. It's a business expense.

You're gonna make our money back.

- You're killing it, okay? - That part.

- Mm-hmm. - I'm so proud of you.

I'm so proud of both of you guys.

We deserve to celebrate.

- Let's get some shots. - Oh, my God, yes.

- Shots! Should we get fucked up? - Let's celebrate. Yes!

- Shots! - Ready? Cheers, you guys.

- I mean, shots! - Cheers, guys.

- Cheers to us! - To Maia's last week of being single.

So, when you were like describing this to me, it sounded weird.

But now that I'm actually looking at it, it's much weirder.

Can you just accept the exercise for a second?

- Just pretend I'm Maia. - Mm-hmm.

And tell me one thing that you get frustrated by.

- Pff, okay. - Hey.

Dylan, seriously.

Okay.

So I don't like it when you go jump

on your walking treadmill every time I try to talk to you.

- That's fair, that... - Right?

...that sounds really fucking annoying.

- It is. - And frustrating.

- It's very frustrating. - Okay, go on. Go.

- What else? - You know, I think

there's kind of a general thing, which is that I don't feel that you

actually, like, take what I do seriously.

Like, I'm really proud to be a teacher, you know?

And I just don't think that you actually respect

- what I want in life. - I really do.

I do.

Then, why does it-- then why do I feel like you push me away

every time something more important comes up, you know?

You feel that way?

Yeah.

I don't know. I don't know, maybe...

because you, like, see me for who I am,

and like, this town has just like, I don't know, made me...

bad, or-- and hard.

And I don't know, I just feel like I'm scared

that I'm just gonna end up here eating Christmas dinner alone

while you're, like, off in New York

being the VP of a company

who makes curated playlists for restaurants,

but it's like, at the same time, like, I get it.

It's like they're sponsoring your visa, it's like...

If you miss Andrew, you should just call him, you know?

Yeah, maybe.

Did Maia send you to check on me?

Duh, bitch.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You know she, like, cares about you a lot.

Yeah.

But you can go.

You don't have to stay and babysit me, like, I'm fine.

I'm not babysitting you.

- I'm having fun, I'm ac-- - You're having fun?

- Yeah, are you not having fun? - Really?

I'm having fun, but like--

Let's, like, do something.

You're here alone. Like, this is your week to be a free man. Like, let's go.

Okay, okay, I do have one fantasy.

Really? Okay, great.

Let's fucking-- lock up your daughters, Silverlake.

This man is about to murder their vaginas two at a time.

Charlie. My question is,

have you ever seen the Ken Burns Vietnam War doc?

Let's watch that.

Yes! Really?

- Yay. - Oh!

Mm.

Ugh, God.

Tallulah.

Tallulah.

Wake up, I think you got your period.

- Oh. - Ugh.

- Ow. - My phone is dead.

I don't feel good. I feel like I'm gonna throw up.

Oh, my God, my head hurts so bad.

- I'm so nauseous. - Wait, Tallulah.

What are you doing? What?

- Oh, my God! - What are you doing?

Go look at your fucking back in the mirror.

- Why? - Go, Tallulah.

You got a fucking tattoo.

Shut up, you're scaring me.

No, I can't believe you got a fucking tattoo!

- Stop! Oh, my God! - Oh, my God!

- Why the fuck would you get a tattoo? - I didn't mean to!

You could have fucking Hep-C!

- Holy shit! - Oh, my God.

- Holy shit! - "Nightmare Before Business"?

- That makes no fucking sense! - It's really big.

What is the point of that?

I don't know, Maia!

Oh, my God!

It's Scotty from Dragon City Tattoos.

- Ow! - "I had to send you this legally

- because of how drunk you seemed." - Oh, my God, Maia.

- Bitch, you need to get a tattoo. - No!

- Please? Please? - Maia, I don't want one.

- Like, no. - Do it or I'll kill myself.

Then we'll match. It's my company name.

My God.

Fuck. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, fuck. Fuck!

Oh, my God!

- Okay. - Oh, it's bleeding.

- Fuck. I'm so sorry. - It's so big.

- It's okay. It's okay. - It's okay.

- Yeah. - I like it.

- Okay. - It's random.

- It's fine. We'll get them lasered off... - Yeah.

- ...when we go back to LA. - Yeah, back to LA. It's fast.

And you said your dress tonight is, like, classic, elegant, right?

- Like, it goes all the way up... - Oh.

- ...covers the back? - Y...

Okay, so like, manager Maia's not gonna be really happy.

But I have a surprise. That's my surprise. It's a new dress.

Wait, what happened? I thought your dress was black.

Antoine was saying that, like, my vibe is, like, messy,

and like, I couldn't pull off something model-y,

which is so fucking rude! Like, yes, I can.

So, I took this one instead.

To show him you're not messy, you stole a dress?

- No, Maia. - Tallulah!

It's the better dress.

The dress you stole is backless!

- It is so fucking backless, okay? - Ow! Ow!

Oh, fuck.

Dad? Mom?

Oh, my God.

Mama?

Surprise.

You're not my mom!

- Oh, my God. Alani, one second. - Who the fuck are you?!

- What are you doing in my parents' house? - Wait, Alani, Alani.

I am so sorry we're meeting this way. I did not think you were coming to town.

Who are you?

Alani, I'm your dad's girlfriend.

But my dad is married to my mom.

Hey.

Did we fuck last night?

- What? No. - Oh.

We watched a sobering indictment

- of imperial overreach. - Oh yeah, it's horrible

how we treated our boys when they got back from battle.

Mm-hmm. And you listened to me vent, like, a lot, so thank you.

I mean, I think I did a little bit of venting too.

Yes.

Not to be like a whole-ass fudge packer about it,

but, like, I don't know, I believe in you guys.

You're my favorite couple.

It's just so stupid, because I'm stressing

about not talking to her, but she's just probably going

through the exact same thing.

You know, we should just fucking talk, and that's it.

Okay, sign.

Look, bitch, she's literally calling me to, like...

- No. - ...see how it went with you, yeah.

- You think so? - I know her. Yeah, duh.

You wanna listen in?

- Yeah, yeah. - Okay.

- Hey, sista. - Charlie?

What's on your mind?

The only fucking thing on my mind right now

is that we have a full fucking dress disaster,

and the dinner is tonight.

- Oh, Mai. - Like, okay.

- Sorry, give me one-- - So, Antoine fit Tallulah

- in a black dress, and it's just like... - Sorry.

...not a moment, and it...

- That's my whole fucking point. - It's been-- ever since--

It's my whole fucking point. I can't. Charlie, I can't, okay?

It's been-- it's-- are you list-- Charlie?

Sorry, what happened?

Quiet, Tallulah's puking in the bathroom.

Okay, you know this world better than I do.

Is Antoine, like, a vengeful person, or is he, like, chill about stealing?

I can put a jacket over it

- and it will cover it. - No. No.

- Maia, yes. - We have to return the green dress

and get yours back. Charlie said if you steal

from Antoine, that he'll blacklist you.

Being a model seems so bleak.

Like, I don't wanna get bullied all the time.

No, totally.

- Oh, my God. - What?

Ben just texted me.

"I wanna talk about a role for you at my company.

"Maybe I should come by your hotel room in an hour.

I need that card back."

- Maia? - I don't know.

Oh, my God, are you serious?

It's, like, you don't have to feel guilty.

You guys are on a break. You're allowed to fuck other people.

And I think that when Dylan sees how much money

you're making at Mercer, he's gonna forget what you guys were even mad about.

Yeah, I mean, that job would be so amazing, right?

Yeah, for both of us.

It's like a lot of pressure being your only client.

It's not here.

I found it.

It's just like, I wish it wasn't such a fucking boring dress.

Hey, you will make it the look, okay?

You're magnetic. You're gonna meet insane people.

It's gonna be an epic fucking night, okay?

- Mm-hmm. - So, wear the dress.

Okay.

- Hi. - Hi.

Do you wanna...

- I have your card. - Oh.

So, do you wanna come or I'll grab it for you.

- You can come in. - Yeah.

There is maybe

a tattoo place on there.

So, I am sorry if you got a big charge last night.

Yeah. I got a big charge last night.

You wanna fuck me?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Mm-mm.

Touch yourself.

Oh, my God.

Yeah. You like that?

Uh-huh.

You gonna jerk off too?

Mm-mm. I'm just gonna watch you.

And then you're gonna fuck me?

No.

Not today.

- Okay. - Mm-hmm.

Well, just so you know, this is, like, this week is, like, my main...

window...

in terms of fucking, like, indefinitely.

So...

Oh, my God.

You gonna cum for me?

- I'm gonna cum. - Cum.

That was fun.

So, got some good news.

Mercer Digital has an opening.

One of our managers went on paternity leave, so he's fired.

I assume you're interested.

We have considerably more resources than Alyssa did.

$380,000.

Sorry, I know you wrote it on here so I wouldn't say it out loud.

It's just, like, a really big number.

Well, we'd share Tallulah together, so, you know, we'd spend a lot of time

implementing Mercer strategy, whatnot.

Yeah.

Well...

I'll have to talk to Tallulah and...

think on it.

But I will--

I will let you know.

You're adorable. You think you make these choices.

What?

You like to be told what to do.

- No, I don't. - Maia.

You quit your job, you broke up with your boyfriend,

and you came to New York when I called.

Imagine what I'll get you to do when you're working for me again.

Hm?

Shit. Fuck.

Oh, wow, is this Tallulah's look for tonight?

- Yeah. - God, Antoine is so smart, you know?

Show everyone your client cleans up nice, can sit at the big kids' table.

And next year, you swing for the fences.

I like it.

You better get dressed, too.

We can't have you showing up to the Formé dinner

looking like you just got fucked.

It's so stupid.

Like, all of the relationships that I've sabotaged

because they weren't my dad.

Being particular's okay, Alani.

I was just waiting for a guy that would divorce

the entire world for his soulmate.

And now, I find out he and my mom aren't even soulmates.

So, it's like all fucking bullshit?

Sorry, honey, I never meant to break up a marriage,

but when Leon and I met, everything made sense.

For the both of us.

Does my mom know?

Not yet. He's going to tell her.

He just didn't wanna ruin their anniversary.

Hey.

Your father's not a bad man, Alani, okay?

Fuck. Fuck. I think that's them.

Okay, it's okay. Don't worry. Hey, hey, hey.

It's time to just rip off the Band-Aid.

Yeah?

- I need a vacation from that vacation. - It was great anyway.

- Hey! - Alani!

- What are you doing here, honey? - Hi, Mom.

- This is a great surprise. - Dad.

Well, who's your friend?

My friend? Is that how we're gonna play this?

- What? - Hey, Leon. I've missed you.

Who the fuck are you?

- I'm Denise Howard. - Oh, shit.

We're connected by the star Polaris,

and I'm here to finally give you a message.

- Oh, shit! Fuck! - Remember me!

- Oh, fuck! - What the actual fuck?!

- What is going on? - What the fuck?!

- Goddammit! - Oh, my God! My God!

- Alani, call the police! - Call the police!

- What the-- - Wait, wait, so are you

or are you not having an affair with Denise?

What?! Of course not!

That lunatic's been following me for 15 years.

- I thought she was in jail. - Oh, my God.

- She used to send me bullets every week. - Oh.

- Oh, fuck! - That Denise.

- Don't squeeze it! - I know Denise. I'm sorry.

I knew you guys were soulmates.

I love you, Dad.

Sorry, sorry, I'm here. Mimi's jet had a female pilot.

- Charlie! - Hi, how are you?

I didn't think you were gonna make it.

Is that it?

Maybe.

I cannot believe you pulled this off.

What are you talking about? When have I ever not pulled something off?

Can I give you credit for a second?

You were right. Your instinct was right. The black dress was not it.

- Like, what is this? - No. Right?

Like, what's the fucking point of Formé if it's, like, not even a moment?

- Like... - No, it's not a moment.

You're sure Antoine won't be pissed though, right?

No, I mean, if she looks fabulous, which she will,

he'll take credit for it, and, you know, all will be good.

Charlie, I'm so grateful for you.

I know. I know, love.

- I really am that girl. - You are.

How are you?

- You fuck Ben? - Ugh.

No, he was just, like, a little mean and he watched me jerk off.

- Classic. - It's just, I don't wanna work for him.

Why? Why not?

Because the sex was like a sneak preview of what the job would be.

It's like, I say what I want, he laughs, he does what he wants.

It's like, "Ooh, what if Alyssa was a misogynist?"

It's like, okay, cool, my ideas get buried again,

and now I have to look at dick pics on Microsoft Teams.

Okay, then fuck it. Like, don't work for him.

I know but, like, Tallulah really wanted me to take the job.

What am I gonna say? Like, I turned down 400 grand

because Ben was a dick?

Four-hundred grand?

That-- you should take-- you've always wanted 400 grand.

- Like, maybe take the-- - Charlie.

Okay, okay, okay. Here's what you do.

Just like, tell Tallulah it was all bullshit.

There is no job, there was never a job, he was just trying to fuck you.

Like, lie?

"Like, lie?" Yeah.

You could lie. What, are you three?

Yeah, it's like, she's your client.

Sometimes you're gonna have to lie to her to protect her.

- But this lie feels bigger. - Okay.

Well, it means you're leveling up, kid.

That's good. It's good for you.

Alright. Now, tell that dumb fucking cunt to get down here and get her dress on,

'cause that bitch be late. Don't be late.

- No, we will not be late. - Promise me you won't be late.

- I'm gonna make her hustle. - You're gonna kill it.

- You both are gonna kill it. - We will not be.

I'm very proud. I'm very proud right now.

- Thank you, I love you. - Love you.

Wait, oh, my God. What did Dylan say?

Like, how did he seem? I feel so crazy not talking to him.

He misses you. Yeah, a lot.

I'm gonna call him. Like, fuck seven days.

- I love you. - I love you.

- I'm proud of you. - I love you so much.

I'll see you. Mwah.

Do you need to get that?

No, it was probably just a misdial anyway, so.

Yeah, I should probably get going.

I mean, I'm sure you got, like, a bunch of work

- to get done today, so. - No.

Why? It's Saturday.

Maybe we can go see a movie or something.

Go for a walk.

Mm.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Maia. This is amazing.

Ben is a fucking idiot.

Like, I cannot believe he didn't offer you a fucking job.

That's crazy.

I mean, he did, but only if I dropped you as a client,

and I was like, "Fuck, no."

- You did not. - Yes, I did.

You're my fucking family.

Maia360, here we come.

Yeah.

Okay, breathe all of the air out of your body.

- Oh, my God, Maia! - Sorry.

- Hey. - Hey.

I was surprised when you texted.

I brought you something. It might be cold. Flew with it.

- Din Tai Fung? - Mm-hmm.

- You bitch. - You know, I could be basic too.

I have that capability.

You here with Mimi? How long do I have you for?

I have nowhere else to be.

Oh, okay, that's Maia at Tessa's restaurant.

Tessa's Tallulah's new girlfriend.

Maia got a haircut, huh?

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah, it's cute.

- It's good for her face. - That's what I said.

It's literally what I said.

People seem stressed.

- Oh. - Oh, sorry.

- You've been ten away for an hour! - Excuse me.

We're gonna miss the fucking dinner if you don't find a way through.

Oh, my God. Are we gonna be late to the dinner?

I don't know, I texted our driver, but he said he can't get through.

Thank you.

What the fuck is going on?

What?

Fuck.

Hey, do you need a light?

Yeah, yeah, that'd be great.

Think I have one.

Mm, thank you.

What's going on with all this traffic?

Some crazy stabber lady tried to kill an actor,

- or director, or something. - What?!

Yeah, police spotted her in the area.

- Yeah. - Oh, my God.

Okay.

So, the streets are, like, completely blocked off.

We're not gonna make the dinner. That's it.

Yeah.

If we take a car.

Okay.

- Excuse us! - Excuse us. Sorry.

Oh! Sorry!

We're going very fast.

Okay. Okay.

We got it.

Excuse us.

We're going to the ball!

Thanks so much for covering my ride.

The hotel rooms really tapped me out.

Yeah, obviously. That was fucking stupid.

I got you. Besides, we're gonna be really rich soon.

Oh, we're so close to tunnels between our mansions.

Maia.

I love you.

Love you.

Excuse me. I think you two ladies look beautiful.

Aw! Thank you.

But my rat thinks you look like sluts.

Okay.

Unnecessary.

God, I miss LA.