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Feels weird to be back.

Hey, I was more than happy
to stay on that boat,

sail it around the world.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

You're not sick of me
after those two weeks?

Yes, those matching tattoos we got

was my way of telling you
I need a little space.

- Wait a sec.
- Hmm?

Aren't I supposed
to carry you across the threshold?

What?

The groom is supposed to carry
his new bride through the doorway,

- otherwise it's bad juju.
- Mm-hmm. We don't have a doorway.

Shit.

You could carry me off the elevator.

You're my wife.

- I'm your wife.
- I can't stop saying that.

You don't have to.

Good.

Mr. Kennedy.

Sorry?

What do we do?

I'll take you in, and then
I'll come back out for the bags.

Okay.

Oh, my God. Give us some space.

Oh, Oprah, Barbara Walters,
The Today Show.

Everybody and their mother wants
to sit down with you.

Look who's the belle of the ball now.

Yeah, that's just what this moment needs:
more publicity.

I mean, yeah,
how are we gonna get to our car?

Well, they're all just clamoring

for the first official shots of you and I
as husband and wife.

Wait, I thought that's why we issued
the photo of you kissing my hand.

Listen, I promise you,

if we go down there and let them
get a couple clean shots of us,

they'll pack up and go.

And then you and I can
go have a nice, long brunch.

You make it sound
like we'd be posing for a portrait.

Don't you remember
how insane it was yesterday?

Well, what if I go down
and talk to them first?

Yeah, and say what?

I'll tell them they can get their shots,
but they got to back off.

- And give us some space…
- Hmm.

…while we re-acclimate.

A peace offering.

Maybe you could lead them in song as well?

Get everyone to harmonize?

- You know I'm tone-deaf.
- Oh.

I wish I knew that before we got married.

Just trust me.

I trust you.

Good.

Hello. Hi.

Uh, if you'll all indulge me for a moment,
I'm going to bring my wife down.

I just ask that, you know, getting married
is a big adjustment.

And for her, who was a private citizen
up until two weeks ago, it's even more so.

So, I just ask that, you know,
any privacy you can give her

while she makes that adjustment,
would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you.

Wait, John…

- How'd it go?
- Great.

- Hmm.
- They're gonna love you.

They already love you. Look at you.

I got you.

John, how was the honeymoon?

Great. I highly recommend it.

Carolyn, are you enjoying married life?

Any little John-Johns on the way?

Not even gonna buy us a drink first, Sean?

Uh, Vegas has the odds
at 3-to-1 it's a boy.

Carolyn, don't twins run in your family?

Thanks, folks. Appreciate it.

Smile.

Hey. Off the car.

Hey, come on, guys. What did I just say?

I don't think they're going anywhere.

What did Caroline
and Ed get us again?

A beautiful pearl-encrusted pillow
with our monograms on it.

Oh, I put together
that list of stylists you asked for.

Great. When can we meet 'em?

We?

You know
I don't actually work here, right?

Hey, I can set you up
with an office right here, right now.

Yeah, well, hopefully I have one
at Ralph Lauren after today.

How do you feel about that?

Good, I think.

I haven't interviewed for a job
since I started at Calvin Klein.

Well, Ralph Lauren called you personally,

so I think the job is yours
for the taking.

Yeah, well, that's what makes me nervous.

I just want it to be because of
my qualifications, not because…

You're the most famous woman in America?

I'm proud of you.

I haven't even gotten the job yet.

Yeah, well, I'm ready to be a kept man…

…so don't fuck it up.

Berman pushed your meeting
with Allison Menno to 6:00.

Okay. Thank you.

Ooh. I gotta go. Wish me luck.

You don't need it.

Oh, uh…

Don't forget we're taking
RoseMarie out for her birthday this week.

I did not forget
that we're taking her out,

- or that it was her birthday.
- Mm-hmm.

Good luck.

Love you.

Love you too. Bye.

Bye.

We could not be more excited to have you.

I mean, we have been talking
about what an amazing addition

you would be to this team forever.

Well before you left Calvin Klein.

This is such a watershed moment
for the company, preparing to go public.

I'm just so excited I can help
spearhead that transition, so thank you.

I am so sorry. I-I had…

I had no idea.

No idea.

The feedback from media buyers is
that we have a brand identity conflict.

Not intellectual enough for wonks,
or glossy enough for tabloid consumers.

I realize
your waning circulation isn't ideal,

but you have an astonishing amount
of free media in the wake of your wedding.

Your wife is a global sensation
in her own right.

Michael mentioned you two probably
wouldn't be comfortable

posing for the cover,
but from a PR standpoint,

it would be a fucking juggernaut.

Yeah, and according to Page Six,

she's already been offered the covers
of both Vogue and Harper's Bazaar.

And she turned them both down.

And, sorry, just so I'm clear,

you don't want Carolyn's input,
but you'd happily put her on our cover?

If it combats the narrative
that we are a sinking ship? Yes.

All I'm saying is,

you two have a hundred paparazzi camped
outside your apartment day in and day out.

You might as well find a way
to use it to your advantage.

My relationship is not the solution
to our problem.

And Carolyn is trying
to make a very conscious effort

to not attract any more attention
to herself, and I want to respect that.

So that's off the table.

Where are we on the George TV show?

I told the network I'd be willing
to do an intro to each episode,

but we still need a host.

You know,

I just don't understand
why you're willing to narrate

Ed's documentary for HBO,
but it comes to your own show--

Wait, what?

I spoke with Richard Plepler at HBO.

He told me you're narrating a documentary
on your father's legacy

that Ed is executive producing.

Well, this is the first I'm hearing of it.

Not so fun to be kept in the dark, is it?

Well, I go down to the lobby
and there's a paparazzo trying

to bribe the concierge,
and he's just waving lira in his face.

Mind you, we'd been in Turkey
less than 12 hours.

Well… …at least we know
your appeal translates to the Near East.

What did Carolyn say?

I didn't tell her.

I wasn't gonna ruin our trip
right out of the gate.

I didn't say anything.

Gin. It's like four games
in a row I've won.

I'm starting to get concerned.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Uh…

I don't want to make
a big thing out of it. I, um…

I went to get a screening the other day.

They, uh… they found some nodules.

Okay, um…

What does that, um…
What does that mean exactly?

Well, it's not ideal.

It means the cancer is back.

Apparently, it… …leapfrogged
from my balls to my lungs.

Wait, didn't you have a negative scan,
like, three months ago?

And three months before that.
And a year before that.

Anyway, doctor is confident
he can get them all out.

And you've met the man.
He's, uh…

He's got the bedside manner
of a prison warden, so--

Y-You need to be getting treatment
at the NCI.

I know the director, uh, Dr. Clauser.
I'll call him now.

Why don't you call
the surgeon general while you're at it?

Look. I-I appreciate your concern, really,
but could we just take a beat, please?

What I really would like to do is
just go get a proper drink.

Yeah, okay.

You're buying, obviously.

Let me get my wallet.

You coming?

Yeah, yeah, I'll be right there.

I still don't know
how they found out I was there.

I didn't think anyone was following me.

Yeah, someone must have seen you go in.

- How'd you leave it with them?
- I just apologized.

I said it was obvious that my presence
at the company would be an imposition.

I'm sorry, baby.

- You want me to call Ralph?
- No.

- I feel like I'm partially responsible.
- No, no.

I think we should just leave it alone.

Have you thought
about what you're gonna say to Ed?

Yeah. Stop rubber-stamping business deals
with my fucking name.

Or my father's for that matter.

You have every right to be upset,
but they are hosting this party for us.

Yeah, a party we didn't ask for.

Come on, guys, make some space.

Right here, sweetheart.

- John.
- Carolyn.

Carolyn!

Guys, I ca-- I can't see.

Carolyn.

Come on, princess.

Back it up. Give us some space!

Give us something to work with, baby!

Get out of here!

- Back off. Get out.
- You okay?

- Yes, I'm fine.
- You sure?

- Get out of here.
- It's late. Let's just go.

I'm not sure I see where the issue
is. This is in the preliminary stage--

No, the fact that you put my name
on something about my father

without consulting me first.

I never said that you agreed to it.
I simply suggested that we involve you--

If this is how you want to capitalize
on our father's legacy, fine.

Just leave me out of it.

What do you call this?

It's tongue-in-cheek.

Everyone else gets to poke fun
at the family lore. Why shouldn't we?

Because it isn't funny, John.

In fact, it's tone-deaf
and incredibly embarrassing.

Since when did you become
the steward of the family legacy?

Since you started dressing up celebrities

like our father's alleged mistress,

I guess.

I mean, are you that desperate
to boost sales

that you have to resort
to cheap, tawdry publicity stunts?

Oh, your husband doesn't seem
to mind my publicity

since he's leveraging it
for a documentary about our father.

Hey, first of all, it was green-lit
before I ever mentioned your name,

and secondly,
I think Caroline was more hurt

that you didn't at least
give her a heads-up--

- Oh, take a laugh, Ed. Seriously.
- Don't talk to him like that.

It's okay. It's okay.

God, what's mind-boggling to me is
that you complain incessantly

about wanting the magazine
to stand on its own merits,

yet routinely insert yourself
into the narrative.

You know, if you had actually stuck
your neck out and tried something--

I've written two books, John.
One on the merits of privacy.

You ought to give it a once-over.

If I had known that you didn't
wanna take part in the documentary,

- I wouldn't have--
- No one's gonna take part in it.

I shut it down.

God, you're unbelievable.

You're lucky Mom couldn't come tonight.

Why, was she planning
on giving another toast?

Did you tell her about the interview?

No, I told her I had one.

How do you think
the press found out about it?

I don't know.

You don't think
it could've been anyone I told, right?

Oh, God, I hope not.

There's no point in trying
to keep Mom in the dark about this stuff.

She can read all about it
the next day in the press.

She told me
she's abstaining from any publication

that even mentions me.

Well, she's gonna have
a blast reading The Economist

for the rest of her life.

I'm just trying
to avoid an "I told you so"

for as long as humanly possible.

Can you blame her?
Like, what the fuck is going on?

I don't know.

I mean…

Obviously, I knew it'd be a little crazy
when we got back.

- I'm not naive, but this is--
- It's diabolical.

Like, before we got married,

there'd be a few photographers waiting
outside a restaurant.

They'd get their shots,
and they'd go home,

but now they just…

They-They don't… They don't go home.

Like, they sleep in tents on our sidewalk
and seemingly spawn overnight.

I think it's safe to say that John's
little honeymoon speech fell on deaf ears.

Yeah. We probably should
have workshopped that one.

I would've advised him not to tell
the press I'm no longer a private citizen.

I just think it's a little weird
that he only asked for privacy for you.

Like, he's fine with all of the attention.

"Please don't aggrieve my fragile wife."

Okay. I'd like to see you try
and wrangle a thousand reporters.

I need a drink.

Okay, but I think it's a cash bar.

Have you thought about which charities
you'll lend your name to?

Lend my name?

You know, Jackie was
a fierce conservationist.

Single-handedly saved
Grand Central Terminal.

We've kept a board seat warm for you
at the Municipal Art Society.

Ditto for the American Ballet.

Now is the time for you
to solidify your philanthropic credentials

before John answers the call, so to speak.

Carolyn, can I have
a glass of water, please?

I'm so sorry.
Just excuse me for one moment.

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine. I'm shielding you
from those witches of East Hampton.

You are twisted, you know that?

Well…

You know, I've never been to a party
that was thrown for people

who weren't invited to another party.

- Yes.
- Like, on principle,

attending this as a guest
would be my own personal hell.

Yeah. Yes. Yes.

- Yes. Speaking of people not invited…
- Hmm?

I heard my mother sent you hair clips
as her wedding gifts.

- And scrunchies.
- And scrunchies.

Well, huh, hell hath no fury
like a slighted Bouvier.

I told John to invite her.

Yeah.

How are you feeling?

Oh, just… peachy.

John said you were feeling optimistic
about the new clinical trial.

Is that what he said?

- You know he can only think positively.
- I know, I know.

I have had a front-row seat to John's
version of reality my whole life,

and fortunately for me,
it's no longer my responsibility

to remind him that he is a mere mortal

and that he cannot will things
into fruition.

- Best of luck.
- Mm-hmm.

Do not call me for advice. I'm retired.

Ugh.

- All right, I gotta make the rounds.
- Yes, you do.

- You need anything else?
- I'm okay.

Okay.

- Hey.
- Hmm?

You're a good sport.

So, what's this I hear about you possibly
dipping your toe in the political waters?

Oh. I didn't realize you were
still on Uncle Teddy's payroll.

I'm a political consultant.
I'm on everyone's payroll.

Yeah.

There's just been a lot
of chatter in the cloakroom

as to how the party might best deploy you.

Oh.

Uh, I'm just saying,

senator sounds a lot better
than former editor of George.

Do you need me
to butter up your wife?

No.

Do not say anything to her about this.

Well, she can certainly work a room.

Do-do, do, do, do. Again, again, again.

- Do, do, do-do.
- Again.

Ah.

Can we go downstairs
and get some candy from Edgar?

I thought you'd never ask.
Let's go.

Where's my other daughter?

Stop.

- Excuse me.
- No way!

There it is.
Blow on it. Blow.

You're right.

Very special ball.

Where?

There she is!

Hey, let's go upstairs.

Yeah, we don't wanna be down here.

Bye.

What are you doing?

What? I-I wasn't…

I… I'm so sorry.

The last thing I'd ever wanna do is
endanger one of your kids--

It's fine.

Yeah, she asked me to get candy with her.

I wasn't expecting
they'd take photos of us inside.

'Cause they normally exhibit
so much restraint?

Look, you know
that I have very strict boundaries

when it comes to my children
and the press,

so if you and John are going
to spend any time with them,

you have to be very mindful
of this feeding frenzy you bring with you

everywhere you go.

I understand.

I mean, I'm still getting used
to this feeding frenzy.

I would think you of all people would
be able to empathize with my situation.

I didn't choose this, Carolyn.

You could've lived any other life,

but you chose this one.

I chose your brother
in spite of this life.

Well… …then I don't really know
what to tell you.

Look, I… I know I'm not someone
you'd normally associate with.

But I love your brother
more than anything,

and I just don't want there
to be any animosity between us.

Well, we should get back to the party.

We've been gone a long time.

You okay?

I'll be fine.

I can see the wheels turning in there.

What are you thinking about?

How cold your feet are.

I know we're in the thick of it right now,
but this will pass.

I promise. Okay?

- When?
- Soon.

You know how much I love you?

How much?

- It's unquantifiable.
- Mmm.

You're not that good at math, though.

So…

I wish we could stay here forever.

- In bed?
- No.

Just here.

In this moment.

Where is she, John?
Come on. We haven't seen her all week.

At least she had the courtesy
to conceal my identity.

CKB. Oh, yeah, very subtle.

Is that just so you can't
sue her ass for libel?

Hey, none of the other publications
are worried

about smearing my reputation,
so why should she?

I'll call you back.

- Jesus, it's fucking freezing out there.
- How far did you run?

- Up to the catacombs.
- Hmm.

Ooh. Your lips are cold.

Are you training
for something I'm not aware of?

Well, this holiday weight's
not gonna lose itself.

Hmm. Yeah, you've really let yourself go.

Hey, was anything messengered over for me?

No. Why?

One of the Murphy Brown producers are
supposed to be sending me a script today.

Do you have, like, a big part
in this show or something?

No. No, it's just like one scene
with Candice Bergen.

I'm handing her a copy
of the new issue of George.

What if they make you a series regular?

How will you choose
between Hollywood stardom and George?

Well, I don't think it's that big
of a role, but maybe…

Oh, baby, I was joking.

- But good to know where your head's at.
- Mm-hmm.

How are they even finding time for this?
Your schedule's insane.

Well, fortunately,
that is a RoseMarie problem, not mine.

Weren't you supposed
to be seeing Dr. Waters today?

- Yeah, I don't think he's for me.
- Mmm?

Our last session,
I told him I wasn't sleeping,

and, um…

he said a woman's mind is
an ocean of secrets.

That's it. That was the only insight.

Speaking of healing,
what time's your lunch?

- Two o'clock.
- Mm-hmm.

I don't think she wants us duking it out
over the lunch rush.

Yeah, just hear her out

and don't be afraid
to swallow your pride if you have to.

But I don't think
she's going to concede to anything.

- She's the most stubborn person I know.
- Okay, see that right there?

That's not gonna help you mend things
with your sister.

And don't bring up Ed.

You two will just… go in circles.

Yeah, well, she needs to understand
that you are my priority now.

It shouldn't have to be one or the other.

You need your sister.

Make it right.

All right.

- I'm gonna go shower.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

- And don't be late!
- Okay.

I read your interview
with Reverend Graham.

- It was beautiful.
- Oh.

Thank you.

"Where does our own free will end,
and God's will begin?"

Sounds like you had a lot on your mind.

Yeah, well, it's been
a pretty stressful couple of months.

And you and I not talking
hasn't made it any easier.

I was really hoping
you'd have reached out to her by now.

- To say what?
- I don't know.

Extend an olive branch?
De-escalate the situation?

Look, I just think
the whole documentary thing stirred up

some bigger issues,

which is that I sometimes feel
like I'm relegated to the kids' table,

like I'm not trusted enough
to weigh in, or--

I honestly didn't think that much of it
when he told me,

and because you already have
so much going on all the time,

and you occupy such a huge space
in our family

that Ed wanting to carve out
something small for himself

would barely be a blip on your radar.

- It's a very personal project.
- I agree.

Which is why I felt like my husband
could be entrusted with it.

And then
when you unilaterally shut it down,

it felt
like you were wielding your cachet,

making it very clear that the buck stops
with you and only you in this family.

But that's not even true.

I've been answering to you my whole life.

Well, that obviously isn't
our dynamic anymore.

So I… I should've talked to you
before I shut it down.

I'm sorry.

How's Carolyn holding up?

I read the news like everybody else.
I know she's been struggling.

- Well, a lot of it is exaggerated.
- Well, I don't know about that.

All the reports on our friction have
been pretty spot-on.

Well, it's, um… obviously,
hasn't been easy.

You know, the paparazzi camp
outside of her gynecologist's office,

the press calls her a drug addict.

They publish photos of her
leaving therapy.

- It's just a lot.
- I'm sorry.

For everything.

It's deplorable.

You know, I really thought
that this would all be over with by now.

I keep telling her it'll pass, but…

Maybe she doesn't
wanna hear that, John, anymore.

Maybe she just wants to know the truth.

No, I just don't think it's constructive

to dwell on the things
that are outside of our control.

Maybe you could talk to her?

I feel like she's alone
on an island right now.

Carolyn and I haven't spoken
since the party.

I'm not sure…
…I'm an ideal confidant.

What are you talking about?

You lived your entire life
in the public eye,

and somehow you still manage
to maintain your privacy.

Yes, compared to you.

But I also worked very hard

and had to make a lot of choices
to maintain that semblance of privacy.

Choices you were less inclined to make,
which is fine. To each their own.

But you're not on your own anymore, John.
You're a package deal.

Her relationship with the press
won't change until yours does.

Yeah.

Hey.

- Sorry I'm late.
- No, that's okay.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Ooh, I like this.
- Oh. Thank you.

Did I buy that for you?

- No.
- Hmm.

My boss just called me from his honeymoon.
He's on a fucking safari.

That perv
that always compliments your nylons?

- No, that guy got fired.
- For being a perv?

No, he showed up coked out
to our last IPO pitch

and said many bad things
in very bad Mandarin.

I was greeted by your cohort outside.

We're apparently
on a first name basis now.

Mmm. Yeah, I miss
when they called me Carolyn.

"Bitch" just doesn't have
the same ring to it.

Um, here.

- What is this?
- What do you mean?

We're celebrating your promotion.

My big sister is vice president
at Morgan Stanley.

I'm still not exactly sure
what it is that you do,

but I know it's very important
and I'm very proud.

Wow, I, God, really don't feel
like having my picture taken right now.

Do you wanna move tables?
We can, um… we can go somewhere else.

No, it's fine.
They'd just follow us, anyway.

I'm just gonna open this when I get home.

Did Nana call you?

No. Why?

She just said she hadn't talked to you
in a while.

Uh-huh.

I think she saw something about you…

being addicted to Prozac and freaked out.

What?

She doesn't understand
how any of this works,

that people can
just make shit up about you.

Well, why wouldn't she…
Why wouldn't she just call me?

Oh. I don't know.
I think some people feel like,

'cause you're, like, so famous now,

- it's like an imposition to call you.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh. You should be talking to someone.

- I'm talking to you.
- No, I'm serious.

What's going on with work?

Um… Yeah, John and I
are meant to go to London

to meet with the European advertisers
for George.

I'm not talking about John's career.

I'm talking about yours.
What are you doing for yourself?

I impose a circus on anyone
who comes within 15 feet of me.

Where am I supposed to go?

I just feel
like for as long as I can remember,

I've known exactly who I am
and what I want,

and now I just feel like…

paralyzed.

I'm terrified of making
the wrong move

or drawing any more attention to myself.

I'm doing that right now.

Oh.

- What does John say about all this?
- He feels terrible.

He tries to be positive and supportive,
but it's weird

'cause you'd expect him to be an expert
in all this, but…

…he's never lost his anonymity before.
He's never had it.

The thing is, you could skip
down the street with a smile on your face,

and they would still find something
to write about you

because at the end of the day,
a happy couple doesn't sell papers.

Every story needs an angle.

A protagonist and an antagonist.

John is the living embodiment
of a protagonist,

which means that you…

only have one role that you can play.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Smile, smile…

Fucking cunt.

- John.
- What?

Come on, man.

Sorry, she isn't feeling well.

- Morning sickness?
- No, no.

Loose dress tonight.
She hiding a baby bump under there?

No, no, no, nothing like that.

John, who is she wearing?

Oh, I'm gonna butcher this,
but, uh, I believe it's Yamamoto.

Here you go, buddy.

Have a good day, okay?

Uh, I have a dinner with David Pecker
after work tonight,

so I'm gonna be home late.

Okay.

What is it?

"Rumors of Carolyn Bessette Kennedy's
pregnancy reignited last night

at the Guggenheim, when she appeared

with a… …noticeably fuller face
and bulging abdomen.

One guest remarked, 'She no doubt had
that pregnancy glow.'

Another, 'If she's depressed,
you'd never know it.'"

You and I aren't trying
to have a baby right now,

but what if I was pregnant
and I miscarried?

What if I couldn't get pregnant at all?
How will all these headlines feel then?

Don't do this to yourself.

You shouldn't
be reading this crap, anyway.

You read everything
that's ever written about you.

Oh, it's different.

I've been dealing with this shit
my whole life.

They called me a fucking cunt.

Who did?

You know, I knew…

I knew this transition
was never going to be easy.

Any woman who married you
would've faced an uphill battle

in the court of public opinion, but in my…

worst fears, I never could have imagined
being called a drug addict,

a coke whore, a cunt

every time I leave my door
by men who live outside my house!

And I know.
I know, obviously, it's all bullshit,

but I… but I can't help but think about…

…my friends back home,
my teachers, my coworkers at Calvin Klein,

my f-family, who read this crap

and think, like,
"What happened to that little girl?"

"She had so much promise."

And people will say that,
"She knew what she was signing up for."

But-But…

you didn't even know
what we were signing up for.

We both thought the life we had
before we got married

was the life that we were coming home to
and, John…

…I know you say that you have
the press under control, but it's…

It's really starting to feel
like the opposite.

And I haven't said any of this to you
because I…

I love you so much.

And this is supposed
to be the happiest time in our life

and that's what I want.

I want that for you, I want that
for us, and I don't want to be…

- I don't want to be a liability.
- No, no, no.

I don't… …I don't want you to feel
like I'm not cut out for this,

but I'm just…

I'm so tired.

Come on. Come here.

I'm so sorry.

They won't leave us alone!

They won't…

- Where is she?
- You hiding her

- in your briefcase?
- Don't worry, we ain't gonna boo.

- What the hell?
- What's his problem? Jerk.

Unbelievable.

We're working our asses off here,

and then, what, he just shows up
if he wants?

I'm sick of it. He's always…

Where were you?
We had a 9:00 a.m. staff meeting.

Yeah, I had shit to deal with.

Yeah, well, we have shit to deal with
here too, you know?

I can't run this entire magazine
on my own.

Give me a fucking minute, will you?

You know, everyone else might
be comfortable

with operating on John time,
but I'm not one of them.

Look, Carolyn and I are going through
some stuff right now--

Oh, I could give a fuck about your wife!

Honestly, I am so sick of Carolyn

and the endless saga
that is your personal life!

Never say her fucking name again.
You hear me?

Look. Legal has been waiting for you
to sign this TV deal for days.

I don't care!
I will sign it when I'm ready!

Or better yet,
why don't you offer yourself up

for the TV deal, Michael?

Oh, yeah. That's right,
no one gives a shit about you.

You know, you're a fucking tragedy.

This is it? This is what you've
been whoring me out for?

Do you have any idea
what life is like, propping you up 24-7?

I mean, you can't do anything on your own.

I've had to be your mommy
and your fucking daddy!

Shut the fuck up. Do you hear me?

You're nothing without your name.

You're a sympathy case
with a pretty smile.

Fuck.

Fuck you!

Get the fuck out of my office!

Gladly.

I quit.

I can't wait for the rest of the world
to see what a joke you really are.

Fuck.

Hey. It's John.

Are you free tonight?

Sorry I'm late.

I told you, you can throw your hat
in the ring whenever you want.

What did you have in mind?

♪ Days like this
I don't know what to do with myself ♪

♪ All day and all night ♪

♪ I wander the halls along the walls ♪

♪ And under my breath
I say to myself ♪

♪ I need fuel to take flight ♪

♪ And there's too much going on ♪

♪ But it's calm under the waves ♪

♪ In the blue of my oblivion ♪

♪ Under the waves ♪

♪ In the blue of my oblivion ♪

♪ Under the waves ♪

♪ In the blue of my oblivion ♪

♪ It's calm under the waves ♪

♪ In the blue of my oblivion ♪