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[Rumbling and heart beating]

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♪ Elegant music playing

♪ Bright synth tone

♪ Ethereal music playing

Woman: ♪ Dee dee ooh eeh

♪ Dee dee ooh eeh

♪ Dee dee ooh eeh

♪ Dee dee ooh eeh

♪ Dee dee ooh eeh

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[Cloth unfurling]

[Slap]

You're doing it for the girls and the gays, Margarita.

The girls and the gays.

[Cell phone chimes]

I'm Margarita, and I am humbled to be taping

for your unscripted fashion competition series.

♪ Man rapping in Russian

My hometown is West Hollywood, California,

not the fancy part, the Russian part.

I--I--I would describe my aesthetic as

Old World trash and treasure.

She's milking a cow at 5:00, but she needs to be

at the ballet at 5:10.

Loves a bargain bin.

♪ Man rapping in Russian

What's your toughest obstacle?

Um...

♪ Heavy percussion playing

[Chime]

♪ Man rapping in Russian

I live with my grandmother and my dad and my brother,

and we are 5 months behind on rent.

Oh, as for education, my grandma was

the most badass sewing teacher you could possibly imagine.

I mean, this, for example, is reversible.

[Gita speaking Russian]

Again, I forgot password.

[Speaking Russian]

Huh? Hmm?

♪ Woman singing in Russian

Margarita: My toughest obstacle is

getting out of my own way.

Woman: ♪ Dee dee ooh eeh

Margarita: I love fashion because it is a chance

to be someone new...

[Bells jingle]

every day.

Gita: Mmm. I'm old.

Margarita: You're fabulous.

[Chime]

♪ Woman singing in Russian

[Margarita speaking Russian]

Anton.

♪ Russian pop music playing on stereo ♪

Margarita: That's nice.

-Mm-hmm. -Bargains.

You can speak English. Another.

-Empty your pockets. -What?

Huh? Why?

We have camera.

-No, you don't. -Antoshka is camera.

Careful. It's eighties YSL.

[Woman muttering]

Ahh.

Shame on you.

Just like your father.

Antoshka! [Speaking Russian]

Antoshka: Hey, hey!

Margarita: I'm going, I'm going, I'm going.

Freak!

♪ Man singing in Russian

Woman, on phone: The customer sent the items

to a trusted third-party authenticator, Miss Levlansky.

Margarita: Ma'am, I am a designer myself.

You think I don't know real Mugler from counterfeit?

Woman: I'm sure you do,

but we have a zero-tolerance policy

against counterfeit merchandise.

-There's nothing I can do. -Ma'am, need I remind you

that I am one of your site's top merchants?

Woman: [Sighs] We are going to have to suspend

your account indefinitely.

Suspended indefinitely?

No warning? Nothing?

Woman: I see here that this is the third incident.

Margarita: OK. I'm gonna need to talk to one

of your supervisors.

[Incoming call alert beeps]

Woman: I don't make the rules.

We're just going to have to s--

Margarita: One second. This--this must be

my PR team calling.

Woman: Miss Levlansky.

Margarita: I don't qualify for your offer!

Different woman: Is this--

Margarita: My credit score is 430.

Stop calling me!

Impressive. Didn't know it even went that low.

Sorry. Who is this?

This is Nicol Alejandra Garcia

from the unscripted fashion competition show.

Oh. I got your automatic rejection.

Do you always take no for an answer?

♪ Bouncy synthesizer music playing ♪

Mark Cuban, on TV: I like your specs.

I'm more concerned-- if--if--if you have

personality changes with your bank account--

[Turns off TV]

♪ Piano playing romantic music ♪

Nerses, can we--can we be present, please?

Nerses: Ay!

Samuel: Present please,

and come, Mamachka, present.

Thank you very much.

Mindfulness doesn't put kasha on the table.

Oh, no, you put kasha on the table.

Gita: Margucya is more like me.

She's a shark!

[Nerses and Samuel speak in Russian]

Gita: I have solution for our problem.

We need to get Bill Gates' address.

Margarita: Bill Gates? Nerses: Bill Gates?

Gita: Yeah. We come there. I distract the guards,

and you run straight to his office past security, OK?

You get to his office, knock on the door,

present him with your business plan,

and the numbers will wow him.

He will see you worth the big bucks.

Margarita: Water's off again.

Gita: When will it end?

What we are going to do? Margarita: Shh, shh, shh.

Nerses: I don't know. I've been working

so many doubles.

Margarita: Hey. Gita: What?

What would you think, um, about me going

on a reality TV show?

Samuel: What reality? "Keeping with Kardashians"?

Gita: Are you going to meet a Bachelor there?

Nerses: I'm surprised you know what that is, Pop.

Prison, dude.

Margarita: Here. I'll show you.

Oliver, on phone: Must I fly to New York to experience

the cutting edge?

Not anymore.

We're scouting every enclave in this city

for untapped design talent, celebrating the textured,

working-class tapestry that just weaves

our culture together,

providing access to a panel of industry insiders

that has the connects to transform

pipe dreams into reality.

Oh, and did I mention there's a $100,000 on the line?

Gita: Ah! Oh!

Oliver: Do you have what it takes

to slay, serve, and survive?

Samuel: Underprivileged, hm? Wonderful. Great.

So good. Nerses: Yeah.

Margarita: Well, women are a protected group apparently.

Samuel: Yeah. Apparently. Apparently.

Well, if you have any better ideas,

I'm all ears.

Gita: Ay.

[Liquid slurping through straw]

[Papers turning]

[Slurping continues]

So, what's your story, love?

Margarita: My influences are Yohji Yamamoto,

Miuccia Prada, and of course--

Oliver: Oh, my God! A disgusting bug.

Oh, my God! Do you see that? It's right there!

And it's crawling! Squash it!

Ohh!

Nicol: So you're from L.A. Whereabouts exactly?

Oh. West Hollywood, Fairfax Districtish.

Oliver: That's so funny. I live right above Chateau.

Nicol: And you live with your grandmother, right?

What's that like?

Uh, yeah. Sorry that--that tape was a bit unhinged.

Nicol: Oh, we love unhinged.

Would you say that your mental health is something

that you struggle with?

Margarita: Not that I'm aware of.

-No depression, anxiety, OCD? -Yeah.

No.

Uh, it is a bit of a fraught time

at home right now.

-Really? -Wow.

Well, let's double-click on that.

What's going on?

My dad is adjusting to life post-prison.

-J'adore! -What?

Oliver: OK. What did he do?

Margarita: Nothing bad.

Um, just, like, white-collar stuff.

Nicol: Like money laundering?

Margarita: Um, I would love to point you back to my lookbook.

Um, there's this--

We know you're talented, OK?

We've seen your lookbook, we've read your resume,

but we're not really doing one of those

cut-and-dry design shows.

We're looking for contestants who want to

pull back the curtain on their life.

Margarita, softly: Yeah.

Nicol: Are you willing to take us there?

Yes.

It would be an honor and a privilege to be part

of the disruptive work that you're doing.

Oliver: Mmm.

OK. Thank you so much for coming.

We'll--uh, we'll call you.

[Camera shutter clicks]

Oliver: Mmm. Who's next? Get them in!

Margarita: Let's just sell the wedding silver.

Gita: No way. We are not selling family silver.

It's a bad omen.

Margarita: OK. Gita: I met this guy.

He works for Amazon. I bet he knows Bezos.

-Did he call? -Nope.

Vlad: This is the place. So it's pretty--

Cassandra: Nice.

I can't die until I know you are comfy, in love,

everything is going your way.

Stop it! You are not dying.

[Samuel speaking Russian]

Cassandra, they're trying to make me out as a bad guy.

I'm a bad guy.

Gita: But Gypsy told me 80 would be my last year,

and look.

My birthday is coming up in 33 days.

[Shouting in other room]

Vlad: For 6 months, I sent polite notices.

I held up the remodeling.

-You call it polite notices? -I kept the lawyers out of it.

Samuel: Polite notices? Gita: Polite? Yeah?

To shut off water it's polite, yes?

I give your grandson work.

Samuel: No, he works for free. Gita: Yes.

Vlad: No, you work for free.

Samuel: Oh, I work for free. Vlad: In prison.

Galina Maesevena,

this comes down to simple economics.

This apartment, the restaurant,

even us--we-- we're all real estate.

Your mama's real estate.

Don't talk about my mamachka! Don't talk about her!

Gita: Get out! Get out!

[Shouting in Russian]

You are West Hollywood losers!

[Cell phone crimes]

Gita: Your mamachka's real estate.

Vlad: Don't talk about my mamachka!

Don't talk about her! Gita: Get out! Get out!

Vlad: You are West Hollywood losers!

Nicol: Someone came to work today.

♪ Energetic electronic music playing ♪

It needs to feel exclusive.

Nerses: The influencers boutta be lining up, Vlad.

Vlad: Wise guy, huh?

You'll need their tips more than ever.

Margarita: Hey, Nerses!

Nerses: Whoa! Margarita: Hey!

I've got news!

Nerses: Hey!

Am I looking at the next Vivienne?

I start tomorrow.

Aah! Ha. Uh, OK.

Wait here. OK.

Man: ♪ Work

Marie Davidson: ♪ Work it

♪ Work, work to be a winner

♪ Winners work it good

♪ Sweat

♪ Sweat to be a winner

[Doorbell rings]

Margarita: Hi.

Hi. Nicol: Hi.

Margarita: We're just gonna be right up--up there.

[Power tools whirring, hammers banging]

-Isn't that your place? -Um, yeah.

My dad's probation officer is just in there,

so we're gonna go up here.

Nicol: Fuck. We could have shot that.

Oh, yum.

Did your grandma bake these?

Margarita: Oh, she makes a mean Napoleon,

but, um, this one's from the store

that my brother works at.

Nicol: Your dad, brother, grandma all downstairs.

-Mm-hmm. -I'm sorry. Hang on.

This construction site's active?

Margarita: Could be worse.

We could be getting raped and pillaged.

Nicol: Ahh. This is great material.

Margarita: Well, it's my life.

Nicol: Oh, speaking of your life,

now I just need you and your family to sign

these release forms.

Clears us to use your likeness,

appearance, et cetera.

Margarita: Um, but sorry. My family?

Nicol: Yeah, it's just protocol,

so we can get more of that self-capture stuff,

which was gold, by the way.

Shall we dive right in then?

Why don't you tell us

about a defining moment in your life?

Try telling the camera.

I'll demonstrate.

A defining moment in my life...

was the day my parents died

in a freak car crash.

I had just turned 18 and moved to L.A.,

and 3 weeks into me being here...

♪ Somber music playing

[Wind chimes ringing]

they were gone.

I was alone in this world,

but I wasn't about to go hungry,

so I spent the next decade working as a bottle girl,

a nanny to Hilary Duff's publicist's kids,

and a reservationist,

and every night when I got home,

exhausted, wondering what I'm doing with my life,

all I wanted to do was watch reality TV.

I started getting so invested in these people's lives

in their struggles,

and it made me feel less alone

in my struggle, less ashamed.

Like, if they could push through and find their way,

then maybe I could, too.

[Exhales]

[Birds chirping]

Is that all true?

See how you're rooting for me now?

♪ Percussive, upbeat music playing ♪

Samuel: Margarit.

I cut these. Really good.

[Sewing machine chattering]

[Loud thump]

Margarita: This machine needs Hospice.

Gita: Margucya, make sure...

Very important. Margarita: Mm-hmm.

Samuel: Did you tell them about all

the crazy scholarships you got?

Margarita: I tried. They were more interested

in our struggle.

[Sewing machine chatters]

[Speaks Russian]

Unh!

♪ Mid-tempo electronic music playing ♪

[Indistinct chatter]

Nicol: Yes.

Get her self-mutilation.

Fire.

Perfect. Great. Let's move in closer.

-Hey, Margarita. -Hi.

Nicol: How you feeling?

Margarita: Good. Nicol: Yeah?

Thoughts on your competition so far?

They seem nice.

What do you think about Malcolm?

Margarita: He has kind eyes. Nicol: Kind eyes?

No. His aesthetic.

Margarita: Oh. Bauhaus core.

Accurate. What about Amalie?

Margarita: Coquette core. Nicol: Savage.

Jung-Soo?

Margarita: Indie sleaze. Clearly.

And Nikki?

Margarita: Dominatrix core.

Nicol: Perfect. OK. Great.

Margarita, pee, snack.

In 15 minutes, we're gonna roll on challenge one.

♪ Sassy music sting plays

[Whoosh]

Designers, without further ado,

let's get into your first challenge, shall we?

♪ Dramatic music playing

Who are Yuzu?

Our friends at YUZUCO have generously provided us

with as much fabric dye naturally derived

from the world's hottest citrus

that we could possibly dream of.

Jung-Soo: Ooh.

♪ Dramatic music continues

Oliver: In an effort to lower our carbon footprint,

we've taken the liberty of dyeing

some thrifted garments for you.

Each of you will have 5 hours to create

an upcycled eveningwear piece that not only turns heads

on the dance floor, it must slay,

but it also represents your unique cultural tapestry

down to the concept and cut.

Each of your pieces will be shown

to a major celebrity client.

Jung-Soo: Oh! Amalie: Ha! Oh, my gosh!

OK.

Oliver: "Yuz" your time wisely, chickens!

Go!

Amalie: Go, go, go, go! Malcolm: Watch out, watch out!

Nikki: I need this!

Singer: ♪ Oh, I'm a dying breed

[Timer beeps]

♪ Rare, yeah

♪ I'm a dying breed

♪ Yeah, legend

♪ I'm a dying breed

♪ Let them hear it

Margarita: That's not a finished concept.

Yes. No, this is not finished.

Singer: ♪ Oh, but I enjoy the thrill

Malcolm: Fuck!

Singer: ♪ I was built different

♪ Yeah, you know the drill

♪ You know the drill, you know the drill ♪

Oliver: You have 20 minutes.

Singer: ♪ Yeah, go

♪ Yo, you gonna whip the cobra ♪

♪ Blow it up like a supernova ♪

♪ Buckle up, this here the closer ♪

♪ Huddle up, let's get controlling ♪

♪ We gotta come through the door ♪

♪ Ain't nobody see this coming ♪

♪ We came here to shift the party ♪

♪ Sorry, hey

Nikki: I am seeing the vision.

Oliver: I'm glad you're seeing it.

Singer: ♪ Head to the light, rejoice ♪

♪ Me and my brother gave our lives to this family ♪

♪ We chosen

♪ We're a dying breed

♪ We're chosen, chosen

♪ Dying breed

Oliver: Needles down, designers.

Time's up!

[Timer dings]

Give me your pieces.

In case you've been living under a rock,

our judges will now introduce themselves.

♪ Hip-hop playing

Rapper: ♪ Yeah, we coming

♪ Yeah

I'm Jonathan. I've sold 4 companies

and currently consult for Fenty and Skims,

to name a few.

Rapper ♪ Yeah, I'm the one, Yeah, I'm the one ♪

I'm Emma Wexler, fashion vlogger

and fashion history nerd,

and I just entered the coaching space.

Rapper: ♪ Unh, yeah

And I'm Candy.

I styled some of Beyoncé's most iconic looks--

tours, videos, red carpets, you name it, I did it.

Google the rest.

Rapper: ♪ And when I win, they're gonna lose ♪

♪ Yeah, we coming

Oliver: And with that, let's see the designs.

♪ Energetic trap music playing ♪

Candy: I like it. It's like sexy and kitty.

Thank you.

♪ Music continues

Emma: I would totally wear this if I was trying

to conceal a pregnancy.

Oliver: Well, that's always a positive.

Emma: Mm-hmm.

♪ Music continues

Jonathan: It's definitely a take on the material.

Thank you. Thank you.

♪ Music continues

Jonathan: If you're gonna send something down the runway,

it needs to be finished.

Emma: I'm just wondering why are you wearing

the better outfit?

Nikki: Oh, bite me.

Candy: I mean, the attitude was already

a no-no for me.

-She gotta go, go. -Ooh.

♪ Music continues

♪ Woman vocalizing

Margarita: So sorry. OK.

Hi.

We actually, um, met once.

Candy: I don't get it.

Jonathan: I didn't like it.

So one of my grandpas was from Chernivtsi,

a city in Ukraine, though we're mostly Jews,

who weren't considered real Russians or Ukrainians,

but anyway, I digress.

As soon as I saw the yellow fabric,

I knew that I wanted to stand in solidarity.

Oh, yes, girl. that war was a disaster.

Kind of like this piece.

Jonathan: Overtly woke art is a no for me.

Emma: I mean, the proportions are interesting,

but I do worry about the sustainability factor

with your plastic bags.

Exactly. Being a political refugee isn't sustainable.

You have to carry your life on your back.

Jonathan: Too much Candy: Too literal.

Emma: And can we talk about your anxiety for a second?

I heard you had, like, a breakout

or a rash or something.

Anxiety? What anxiety?

It's just eczema.

[Jonathan gags]

Emma: Listen. You have to learn to manage

your triggers and not sacrifice your well-being

for your ambition.

Candy: I think we heard everything

we needed to hear today.

Emma: I think so, too. Thank you, Margarita.

You can go. Candy: Thank you babe.

Margarita: Thank you. Jonathan: Yeah, you can leave.

Margarita: You did great.

♪ Mysterious music playing

Jonathan: People with no taste really scare me.

I can't believe she would call that fashion.

Oliver: Uh-huh.

Jonathan: I've seen homeless people dress better.

Like, actually, I was driving through downtown

and some people were really serving.

Emma: Hmm. Jonathan: Yeah.

Woman: Margarita, Lloyd needs to mic you up now.

♪ Swelling cymbal crash

Emma: Nikki, Margarita, please step forward.

Unfortunately, your outfits were just not our faves.

Candy: Nikki, we love learning about sex work

through fashion, but respect is everything.

Oliver: Mm-hmm.

Jonathan: And, Margarita, on a conceptual level,

your work felt very amateur.

Don't try to address the whole of Mother Russia,

but instead address your mother.

Remember, the personal is political.

Emma: You may step back in line.

Oliver: One of you will be going home,

but there's only one multi-hyphenate

that holds the veto power--

model, musician, and fashion icon Veronique!

♪ Dramatic music playing

[Cheering]

Amalie: Oh, wow! She's my entire mood board.

Veronique: Hi, babe. Oliver: Hey, honey.

-How are you? -I'm great.

I'm thrilled to be here. Hi.

Let's take a look, shall we?

♪ Intense rhythmic music playing ♪

Hmm.

Hmm.

I love this one. This one's very me.

The shorts are hot.

♪ Music intensifies

Candy: You're fine today, Margarita.

Jonathan: Hmm. Emma: OK.

Margarita: Thank you so much.

I'm getting emotional.

Congratulations, Margarita.

You are still in the running.

Oh, my God!

Emma: Nikki. You may pack your kit and go.

Nikki: Y'all are fake news!

[Cell phone chimes]

♪ Dance music playing, Woman singing in Russian ♪

Margarita: Uh, uh, uh.

♪ Music playing faintly

-Ohh! -Ha ha ha!

[Margarita gasping]

Jesus.

First day went well?

-Yeah. -OK.

What are you doing up?

What, you're fully nocturnal now?

Without the alcohol to help me sleep,

my dreams are very much, uh, "Shawshank" no redemption.

Um, Papa, what would you think about doing

an interview for the show about your sartorial choices?

I would just need an autograph.

Not sure you noticed. I'm not much of a fashionista.

Well, you could talk about what you love so much

about your prison sweatsuit.

Samuel: Margarita, I don't want anything

to do with this stuff, OK?

[Softly] Yeah.

Samuel: Better if--if they never find out

that you have a criminal for a father.

Oh, my goodness.

-What time is it? -It's only 6:00.

Here, Galinka, iodine and honey.

Gita: OK. OK.

How you are going to meet nice man at this contest

when you look like you've been attacked

by the wolves?

I wear gloves. Duh.

And how he is going to see your beautiful figure?

We're designing, not fucking. [Nerses chuckling]

Gita: Why not both?

Listen, I got for you some nice undies, OK?

-What? -Just in case.

My mom would always say, "Wear nice undies

when you go out."

You never know where you will end up.

Lay off her. Like...

Gita: Listen, don't play games with me.

By the way, I'm watching you. OK?

Why are you wearing this earring?

Are you a gay?

Be honest. Tell me, huh?

-A gay? -Yeah.

Gita: I'm so tired.

And my glands, oh.

Gita: Going to work? OK.

Bring me some passionfruit.

-Oh, oh, oh, Nersick. -Uh-huh?

Have you asked that producer to listen to your stuff yet?

And scare off our one customer?

No, thank you. No. OK.

All right. Cool, then, I guess.

We'll do, like, um, lunch or something.

Want to take him out, introduce him to some people.

Like, let's just get this thing over the edge,

you know what I mean?

I'm like, I'm sick of fucking waiting.

Either that or we move on.

Um, sure.

Yeah. Um, all right. Cool.

I'm eating now. I'm gonna hit you in a bit.

♪ Dance music, indistinct vocals ♪

Jung-Soo: Thanks, man.

Nicol: Hey, were you gonna send me anything

aside from that footage of you dancing last night?

Working on it.

Cool. Yeah, 'cause Amalie's running circles around you

in that department.

I don't want you to get lost in the edit.

Mm-hmm.

You have some brown goo on your face.

Home remedies.

Niche.

Look, I probably shouldn't be telling you this,

but I spoke to the judges last night, and they're finding you

a bit difficult to connect with.

It's not a huge deal, but I would say

try being a bit more relatable today.

-OK. -Great.

♪ Techno music

All right. Relatable.

In life, you get one chance to make an impression.

♪ High energy dance music

I stand with Planned Parenthood.

If the last challenge was about slaying for pleasure,

today's challenge is about serving...your community.

You will each get 3 hours to design a t-shirt

that promotes a nonprofit of your choosing.

Your creative directional skills

will then be put to the test

as you'll also shoot a photo campaign for your shirts.

Since there's an even number of you now,

I figured, why not?

You'll be doing this challenge in pairs.

[Amalie squeals]

Yes.

Go.

Amalie: Let's go.

OK.

Ladies first.

Margarita: Ew.

Relatable.

Jung-Soo: Hey, don't stress. I got this.

Peep my first collection.

Margarita: Oh, that's a beautiful site.

Mm-hmm. Oh, come on. I don't bite.

Your breath just reminds me of my childhood.

Oh, you're a child of alcoholics, too.

They even named you after a cocktail.

After a Russian literary heroine, actually,

but, yes, my dad is sober.

Thank god.

Yo, we gotta do a riff

on those nineties DARE t-shirts.

No, no, no. That graphic is overdone.

No, no, no. It's brilliant. It's brilliant.

♪ Pop music, indistinct vocals ♪

Margarita: Sorry. I just think these proportions

are going to register as basic.

No, it won't be basic... Gita: Margucya!

Oliver: Wait. What's going on? Sorry.

Margucya! Margucya! Man: Hey! Hey!

Nicol: Ma'am...

Margarita: What? Nicol: Ma'am, we're mid-shoot.

Margarita: What are you doing here?

Gita: OK, you know what? Margarita: I am so sorry.

Our landlord shut off our water, OK?

And now I'm completely in pieces and I'm scared. OK?

What are you doing?

Let--Roll, boy. Roll.

Let me tell them what's happening.

Was that scripted?

Gita: Where are you taking me?

Let them see how we struggle.

Nicol: Fucking amazing.

OK. How did you even find this place?

You know there is a Find Friends,

and Regina gave me a ride. OK?

OK.

By the way, I see that they don't feed you here.

I brought you some fish.

That was completely inappropriate, Galinka.

That guy you were talking to is very sexy.

Christian father and Jewish mother.

It's mwah, the best cocktail.

And they have the most intelligent children.

Trust your grandma.

I'm sure. I do need you to leave.

I was just trying to help you.

You would help me if you

would just let me focus on designing.

Gita: What they need. it's not just the talent, OK?

They need a spectacle.

Wait.

What?

♪ Anybody in here got a cut

♪ Probably already dropped

♪ Let me know, throw it up

♪ All my dawgs in here

♪ No dawgs not showing no love ♪

♪ 'Cause we gonna throw it up ♪

♪ They hate and they wait and they say ♪

♪ Now I'm doing too much

♪ No, you just gotta know

♪ Throw it up, throw it up

♪ Throw it up

Emma: OK. This senior citizen is everything.

The shirt, though, it just, like, feels kind of uncool.

Candy: Facts.

Jonathan: I disagree. I fuck with the nostalgia.

Emma: Hmm.

Jonathan: Although I do wonder if the message is

universal enough, though.

But you said you wanted personal.

My grandmother's dad literally drank himself to death,

but--but--I'm sorry. So you want universal?

Yeah. Thank you. Thank you.

Um, I actually conceived of the graphic by fusing

Korean iconography and Americana.

I am seeing a lot of Jung-Soo's designs here.

Margarita, girl, you are floundering.

Emma: Right? I literally just raised this question

in last week's podcast: "Is Creativity Dead?"

Easy for you to say.

Sorry. What?

Well, I mean, you can just smack your name

onto any collection and it sells out in seconds, right?

And--and that's my fault?

-Come on. -No. I'm not gonna--

Is she serious?

Amalie: No one wants to say anything?

No? Nobody? Jonathan: What is this?

Amalie: No one wants to say anything?

All right, fuck it. You know what?

I'm sorry, but that hoodie that she's wearing--

her little private label is a direct dupe

off of an emerging new brand out in Bushwick.

-Bushwick? -Bushwick, bitch.

Why? You got a problem with New York now,

Miss flaunting New York on your hoodie,

but you can't wear some Bushwick shit?

New York hoodies are a basic human right,

you fucking psychopath!

Amalie: Psychopath? You want to see psychopath?

That triggered her...

I can show you psychopath.

I don't even think she knows where Bushwick is.

I wanted compelling contestants,

not rabid Marie Antoinette.

She was the most compelling contestant on the show.

If Emma wants her gone, she is gone.

Jung-Soo: Dope. We're chilling.

Margarita: Amalie's been reading way too much

Diet Prada.

Jung-Soo: Nah, she knows what she's doing.

She's gonna get so many followers

after that episode drops. Yeah.

You sound like my grandmother.

You're mad cute when you're all earnest

and riled up, though.

Yeah. Thanks for taking credit

for the only aspect of the shirt that the judges liked.

Makes me want to fool around with you

in a public park.

♪ Trance EDM

♪

Nicol: I don't think there's

any reason in talking about this

until you address my notes on Clive's B-plot, OK?

Thank you.

Who's Clive?

Uh, nobody.

We have code names for you all.

Ooh.

Nicol: Did you need something? I'm in crisis mode.

I just wanted to assure you that I am going to be

a better pupil from now on.

Yeah, we lost a good one today, huh?

Amalie would've made me a sex tape

if I'd asked her to.

I am ready and willing.

Do you smoke?

I found your dad's trial online.

[Coughs]

8 years for Medicare fraud?

That must have been tough on you...

having to take care of everyone while he was gone.

He was a great doctor.

He just got taken advantage of.

I'd love it if we could hear more about his incarceration

and how that impacted you.

He's just so sensitive about those years.

I bet you he wants to talk about it.

You would be surprised how people open up

when there's a camera in their face.

♪ Nerses playing guitar

♪

♪ Nerses singing indistinctly ♪

♪

What's up Papa?

What?

What's up?

What's up?

Just reviewing another rejection

by the medical board.

Sorry.

Since when do you care?

I care.

OK.

At least in prison, I could help other inmates

manage their pain.

And now... [Exhales]

Um...

have you heard back from Oleg

about working at the clinic?

Left him 3 messages. Nothing.

I don't think he wants to see me anymore.

But maybe if we dressed you for success.

Come.

Trust.

Samuel: Ready? Margarita: Uh-uh.

♪ Russian rock music

[Margarita speaking indistinctly]

♪ Man singing in Russian

Margarita: Oh, go, go, go.

♪

[Margarita chuckles]

[Margarita screams, then chuckles]

OK, OK, back.

♪

♪ Whistling

Depop...

come out.

We have a winner.

I can't believe I can still fit in this stuff.

Margarita: Introducing Papa 2.0.

Nerses: Hey! Wow.

Gita: Wow! Ooh.

Look at you.

Thank God you have my good looks.

Nerses: Dynamic duo. You two.

Samuel: Uh... Sheriff: Hello?

Is one of you Gita Levlansky?

Gita: Who is asking?

Sheriff: You've been served, ma'am.

Samuel: Eviction.

Eviction.

[Conversation in Russian]

Samuel: Nitroglycerin... Gita: Nyet...

[Conversation continues in Russian]

♪ Eerie music

♪ Driving synth music

Listen, Nersick.

When do you head to work today?

Not for a few hours. Why? What's up?

We're going to need a lawyer, cash flow.

So, would you ever be willing to start

your own Depop page?

Are you sure, Margucya?

Yeah. Yeah.

Just...

OK.

All you do...

is you sew on the labels, OK,

and then you email the customer.

Yeah. No. I've seen you do it a hundred times.

This stuff is special enough to pass as real designer.

Nerses: Right. OK.

OK. just hashtag Hailey Bieber,

hashtag Bella Hadid, and then--

Yes. OK. I got this. Just go. Focus. I got it.

♪

We slayed, we served.

And today we survive...

in the Ring Light & Shadow Challenge,

sponsored by Fab Lighting,

which, like any great wardrobe staple, makes you

look radiant even on your darkest days.

Designers, in this challenge,

you'll be wearing your shadows,

and it'll bring two of you

one step closer to the $100,000 cash prize.

You have 8 hours.

[Whispers] Go.

Nicol: Margarita, I'm sensing a lot of tension.

Do you want to tell us what's going on at home?

Just this morning, my family was

legally ordered to vacate our home within 5 days.

And the helplessness and disenfranchisement

brings me back to when my dad was first arrested.

I'm here advocating on his behalf.

Was that good?

Nicol: Yeah, that was great.

Can you do it one more time

but this time, more victimized?

Just this morning,

my family was legally ordered...

[Hammering nearby]

♪ Suspenseful synth music

♪ Instrumental music with hip-hop-style beats ♪

Emma: Very strong.

I feel like she's really coming into herself,

owning her power.

Love to see that.

♪

Emma: She's learning.

Jonathan: She's listening to us.

Candy: Mm-hmm.

Emma: Honestly, I would grid this look in a heartbeat.

Candy: The orange and the blue, it's hard.

Jonathan: It does look very elevated.

Can you tell us a little bit about the shadow work?

Yeah.

So my dad went to prison when I was a teenager,

and I couldn't help but notice that the uniforms

were designed to strip these men

of any individuality.

They were drab and too thin.

My dad was practically shivering

whenever I visited him.

I guess this glamorous, one-of-a-kind approach

is my response to that.

My brother did time, and when he got out,

all he really wanted was a second chance,

so I completely understand where you're coming from.

Jonathan: I rallied around criminal justice

a few years ago,

but you're so right.

It hasn't been fixed yet.

Candy: You know what?

I'm gonna give this girl a hug.

I don't normally do this, but you touched my heart, baby.

♪ Ambient synth music

[Leaf bushel rustling]

I will bring it back as soon as--as I--as I can.

It will be--I can, uh...

No, no. It's OK. It's OK.

Oleg: But, uh...

Ooh...

Wow. These designers are super poor,

but their personal tapestries are rich.

Only two can make it to the finale, where they'll get

one week to create a culminating piece

and give birth to a runway show

that encapsulates how their community

slays, serves, and survives in Los Angeles.

Jung-Soo, your designs are divine,

but you have to be a team player.

Women are people, too.

Emma: Malcolm, we really enjoy your craftsmanship,

but we're so over hearing about your tour in Iraq.

Just get over it.

Isn't there more to you?

Jonathan: It's bumming us out.

Margarita, you've only just scratched the surface

of your lived experience.

We want more. Give it.

Oliver: Drum roll, please.

The designers who will make it to the finale are...

♪ Suspenseful synth music

Judges: Jung-Soo and Margarita.

Jung-Soo: Oh, I knew it. I knew it.

Margarita: Yes.

Malcolm: Just say you don't support the troops, then.

[Snaps fingers]

They gobbled it up.

They did.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Friday will be the real test.

Creativity coaching with Emma.

We're going to aim to have cameras up at your place

at 8 a.m., OK?

OK.

I admit...

that was somewhat cathartic.

The truth will set you free, babe.

I am going to go show my dad the piece.

I will keep you posted.

Oh, you know what?

Um...

looks like he must be checking out

the baby hummingbird nest.

Hope he likes it.

Papa?

Papa...

[Samuel speaking Russian]

[Speaking Russian]

Hey, hey, hey...

♪ Ambient music

Take this camera out of my face.

-No. -I'm your father.

Margarita: You're a child.

Samuel: And you're a grown-up, huh?

Well, you are paying the bills of the family,

so, uh, thank you.

You want to take video? Take a video.

Everything I did, I did for you.

♪

♪ Gentle music

♪

♪

[Muffled scream]

[Sniffles]

♪

[Dog barking]

♪

[Program running]

Nerses: You good?

Yeah.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Margucya.

So when a customer asks for extra authentication,

what do I say?

Just show some agency for once and figure it out.

Ay, yo,

lying doesn't come as natural to me.

You want to be a musician,

but you can't use your words?

♪

Hey, can we drink?

♪ Dance music

There. I dropped the ball. You see...

OK.

-Then, yup, just like that. -Uh-huh.

Yeah.

[Margarita chuckling] That's great.

Hey, you think I'm misagenic?

Misogynistic?

Mm! Mm! Yeah, that.

No. You just know your worth.

[Hits billiard ball]

You have no idea what I have planned

for my final show.

No idea.

Shit. Seriously? I haven't even thought about mine.

Hey. Should we get out of here?

♪

Whoa. So many units. Is this all yours?

No.

Jung-Soo: Oh. [Clears throat]

Whoa.

Oh, shit.

Yeah? You got it?

Margarita: Don't doubt me.

No.

Jung-Soo: Ooh.

Margarita: Just push it. Jung-Soo: Push it? Push it.

Is it safe?

Margarita: It's West Hollywood.

What is wrong with you?

Jung-Soo: There was mad security around

when I was a kid,

and now I'm just a man of the people.

Security? OK. Pray tell.

Oh, my dad's a big deal in Korea.

Oh, yeah?

Mm-hmm. Electronics.

But I thought we, um, submitted tax returns

to prove how poor we were to be on the show.

I'm not going to see a dollar of that till I'm 30.

Fucking bullshit.

Mm! Hey.

Oh. Oh, OK.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. You're right.

We should just chill and stargaze or something.

[Sighs]

♪ Light music

Out, out.

Aah! We--I'm so sorry.

My friend and I got locked out. Aah!

Oh, daddy, chill. What--

Chill? You chill.

I'll see you at the finals, OK?

Vlad: You people have no respect.

I'm so sorry about last night.

Go.

You all brought it on yourself.

You couldn't hold off a little longer, man?

She's a finalist on "Slay, Serve, Survive."

What the fuck is that? Off my property, both of you.

Come on.

Nerses: Aah! [Speaking Russian]

No respect.

Disinfection.

[Coughing]

Heh heh heh.

Samuel: Hmm.

-Ahh. Samik, Samik. -Hmm?

Mama.

Mama.

What's wrong?

Samuel: Mama.

Gita: In the closet in the hallway,

there is a file of documents, OK?

Card of my rabbi.

I want him to give a speech at my funeral.

You could be filming right now this whole thing.

It would be nice for documentary.

Nerses: What kind of cancer? Huh? Since when?

Samuel: Lung cancer. Gita: Obviously.

Yes.

I will do what I want to do to the end!

I will live the way I want to live, OK?

[Nerses speaking Russian]

Gita: Let me live the way I do,

and you don't storm on me, OK?

[Door slams] Look at your son.

♪ Somber acoustic guitar playing ♪

[Gita sighs]

Please, Galinka.

Please don't leave me.

You're the inspiration for everything I do.

[Gita sighs]

You just idolize me because I'm old.

You should be your own muse.

You know, like, uh, Emrata, yeah?

♪ Nerses' playing continues

♪ Song ends

[Cell phone vibrating]

Oh!

[Whispering] Hi. [Louder] Hi.

Nicol: Finally. Margarita, we're outside.

The intercom's not working. Margarita: Oh!

Nicol: Can you come get us, please?

[Gita coughs]

♪ Intense music playing

[Chime]

[Chime]

[Chime]

[Chime]

[Chime, chime]

OK. Fuck!

Nicol: I feel like we could intercut the construction

with the crypto house next door,

really, like, drill in the gentrification.

Axel: Love that.

Emma: Ohh. My fitting just got bumped up.

♪ Music continues

Margarita: Hi!

♪ Music ends

Hi. I'm so sorry. We never use this entrance.

Wow! You look amazing.

Come in, come in.

Emma: And you look like, um... Margarita: Hagrid's assistant.

I know. I was up all night sketching.

Just--come on in.

Nicol: Watch the floor. Good.

Margarita: Come, come, come. Come in.

Emma: Oh!

Margarita: Um, can I just have one second to change?

Nicol: OK, fine, but go now.

-You have two minutes. -OK.

Um, ignore the water damage. Just Hurricane Hilary. OK.

♪ Intense music playing

Emma: Is it safe to film in here?

We are at the residence of Margarita Levlansky,

and I'm assuming that this is her dining table

and also her workstation.

Nicol: Little BTS shots throughout the day.

Oh! Oh!

Margarita: Oh! Um, this is my grandmother

just getting her beauty rest.

-How very Charlie Bucket. -Turns out she's dying.

Excuse me for just one second.

One second.

♪ Music continues

Nerses: Hello. Wow. Hi.

Emma: And you are?

Nerses: I am Nerses. I am--

Nicol: You're Margarita's brother, right?

Nicol: Yeah. I'm--I'm so proud of her.

Emma: Yeah. We're just having a look around--

Oh. Is this your mom?

Nerses: Uh, it's my grandmother. It's--

[Speaking Russian]

Emma: What is that?

Gucci? Versace?

Nerses: No, this is just an inside joke with our grandma.

Emma: Are these labels?

Margarita: Sorry, sorry, sorry.

This has nothing to do with him.

Emma: You've got to be kidding me.

Can we cut the cameras?

Emma: Oh, my God. I can't believe--

I need to get out of here.

Margarita: Jung-Soo has a trust fund.

Nicol: OK. Cut the cameras.

Vlad: Who's Range Rover is blocking my driveway?

The workers are here!

Emma: Oh, that would be me.

Vlad: It should be totally fine. Yeah.

Nerses: Emma, this is Vlad.

We watch all your videos together.

Vlad: My pleasure. I am familiar with your work.

Nerses: Da. Should we all take tea on the patio?

Margarita, softly: What are you gonna do

with that footage?

Nicol, softly: I'm not trying to send you

to prison, Margarita.

[Nerses murmurs]

All right, everybody set?

Action!

Margarita, let's circle back to your self harm.

If you win, "Slay, Serve, Survive,"

how will you handle the pressure?

Margarita: I think just by keeping my head down

and doing the work.

Emma: OK. Being the head of a global brand

is so much more than that.

What do you actually stand for?

Samuel: Hurrah! Finally, the world gets to see

how oppressed we are.

-Um... -Uh, Samuel.

-Hi. Nicol. -Margarita's proud papa.

Nicol: I've heard so much about you.

Samuel: Yeah. I'm Margarita's proud papa.

Can I get you ladies anything?

Tea, preservatives?

Nicol: Nerses already got tea.

Samuel: Oh, Yeah. OK. OK.

Nicol: Any chance you want to hop in on the interview?

Samuel: Oh, so nice of you, but no.

I don't like cameras.

Reminds me of KGB.

OK. I do have a hard out.

Nicol: Yeah, yeah. Let's jump right back into it.

OK. Action.

Emma: So as you devise your final piece,

I'd love to hear how you're gonna tackle the events

of the past few days.

I encourage you to really ground yourself

in what happened in the garden the other day.

That relapse footage.

I mean, my dad was a huge drinker, too,

so I totally, like--it just hit so close to home.

It felt so familiar.

Margarita: Papa!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, Papa!

Samuel: I want nothing to do with this.

[Speaking Russian]

Margarita: I didn't know what else to do.

Samuel: This is sick, Margarita!

Margarita: You're sick, Papa.

You will never forgive me anyway.

Margarita: I'm trying to here.

Samuel: Was I really such a horrible father?

I--I didn't abandon you.

I made sure you get education.

I never forced you to become a doctor or a lawyer

like all of my friends did to their kids!

Margarita: Exactly. You created this monster.

Emma: Margarita I hate to break this up,

but I have a hard out.

Margarita: One goddamn second. Samuel: One second!

Emma: OK. You know what? I quit.

Margarita: If you had only been lucid enough to see

the piece that I had made,

you would understand what I'm doing here.

Margucya did everything she needed to survive.

Nerses, let's go! Leave these people.

Come inside. Margu--Margucya, let's go inside.

Margarita: I'll see you inside.

Gita: Let's go.

Margarita: Holy shit. I am--I am so sorry.

Nicol: Did you forge your dad's release?

Margarita: Um...

Nicol: Margarita. Margarita.

If you don't get that signed,

we're gonna have a major problem.

♪ Somber acoustic guitar playing ♪

Gita: Let's just everybody make up.

Margarita: Wait, wait, Nerses. You don't understand.

I--I didn't have a choice.

Nerses: He's trying his fucking best.

When are you gonna look at yourself?

♪ Music continues

[Gita sighs]

You want a cigarette?

Hmm?

Margarita: Da.

Gita: Have one.

Ah. When we came to this country,

you know, I was working at the factory.

It was not easy.

My boss was treating me like a dummy.

I didn't speak any English, you understand.

I felt like a dummy.

Then we saved some money and opened

tailoring shop,

and then I came back to the boss and...

felt so proud of myself.

Such a pride in my heart.

I achieved something.

♪ Soft electric piano playing ♪

Lovers, husbands, chihuahuas--heh--

come and goes,

but what is the most important is your dream.

It doesn't come to you on a golden plate.

You fight with your fists if you need,

and I was a fighter.

You're more like me than I thought.

Pushkin's birthday.

What?

Combination for a safe.

♪ Music intensifies

OK. 66.

[Dial clicking]

-Mm-hmm. -Yeah.

Gita: 17...

99.

Ha ha ha! Voila!

Margarita: You sold the silver?

Gita: On eBay, yeah,

and I order for you new sewing machine, OK?

-It comes tomorrow. -What?

You were working so hard,

and if you want to beat that nepo child,

you have to have every stitch on your final garment

like singing, OK?

Simple.

Nicol: Thank you.

Vlad: You're producer? Nicol: Mm-hmm.

You know, my restaurant great for filming

anytime you need.

Look. Huh? Huh?

Nicol: Yeah. Looks nice.

Vlad: Very opulent. Here.

California fusion cuisine.

[Kiss]

Nicol: No borscht?

Vlad: Oh, we have that, too,

plus brand-new LED light installation

and state-of-the-art speakers, USB compatible.

Mm-hmm.

Nicol: Well, it could have been great

for Margarita's Final show,

but apparently she's allergic to winning 100 grand, so...

maybe next season. If we get renewed.

♪ Suspenseful music playing

[Vlad speaking Russian]

♪ Purr's "Drift" playing

♪ Just drift, take this

♪ I'm just trying to care less ♪

♪ Last ditch, new plan

♪ Chase the new sensation

♪ You said, "You just have to grow" ♪

♪ I said, "I don't have to know" ♪

♪ Make it...

Samuel: Heh heh.

♪ "Drift" continues

Purr: ♪ Last pitch, fastball

Margarita: Appreciate it.

Woman: ♪ Watch the winner take it all ♪

♪ Last door, long haul

♪ You said, "You just have to grow" ♪

Candy: I'm gonna give this girl a hug.

I don't normally do this,

but you touched my heart, baby.

Purr: ♪ I said, "I don't have to know" ♪

♪ Ahh ahh ahh ahh

♪ I said, "I don't have to know" ♪

♪ Ahh ahh ahh ahh

♪ You're a natural

♪ You'll change another life

♪ Don't break it if you try

♪ You want it, you need it

♪ You've got it

♪ And do I have to show my own fear every time... ♪

Margarita: Have you guys seen that orange suit?

Gita: Closet, blue garment bag.

♪ "Drift" ends

♪ Fast electronic music playing ♪

[Man speaking Russian]

Gita: We are VIP.

Bouncer: Oh, yes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Candy: We're VIP, too.

Jonathan, slowly: We are the hosts of this competition.

[Slowly] I was born in Skokie, Illinois.

I just need to see your IDs.

Emma: IDs? Can't you just Google us?

Oliver: Mmm! Margarita: Hi!

Gita: Good? Oliver: Mmm. Mm-hmm.

Margarita: Hi. Gita: Hi.

Margarita: Did Papa end up coming with you?

Gita: No.

[Cell phone crimes]

Margarita: OK. Sorry.

♪ Dance music playing

What?

[Sighs]

Gita: What was it? Ha ha!

Oliver: All done. Gita: We're finished.

Oliver: Mmm!

-Nerses. -Huh?

-Look at this. -Hmm?

Look. Jung-Soo did a show at his uncle's private pond.

Nerses: Yo. Who the fuck got a pond?

Margarita: Right? Look around. I'm screwed.

Don't let him take your head out of the game.

You're fine.

Yeah. You're good.

Nicol: Margarita, can you come with me, please?

Margarita: Yeah.

It should be quiet in here.

[Door shuts]

Hey.

-You came. -Yeah.

Yeah, I--um...

[Paper rustles]

Margarita: Oh, no, Pap--Papa, you really don't have to.

I should have never put you in that position.

It's OK.

Thank you.

Woman: 10 minutes to showtime!

Margarita: Um, OK. I--I have to go get changed,

but I'll see you after, OK?

Samuel: Yeah. Wait, wait.

I--I was just thinking maybe the suit can fit

a certain, uh, remorseful father.

♪ Wistful music playing

My hair's in frame, right?

So, Margarita, how are we feeling

about our final look?

Feeling like if I win my family won't be homeless.

Oh, literally such high stakes,

but I am glad we got to have our coaching sesh.

Immigrant parents, am I right?

Yeah, actually, I kind of owe my dad,

like, all of this, you know?

Oh, totally. My grandparents are

from Paris, so I totally know the struggle.

Gita: Margucya.

Emma: You better go.

♪ Music continues

♪ Balalaika and guitar join keyboards ♪

Margarita: OK.

Remember, when you're out there,

you are wearing the garment. The garment isn't wearing you.

Youngest first. Let's go.

Emma: It smells in here.

Nicol: Can we have the lights?

[Indistinct chatter]

All right. Everybody settle.

And action!

Jonathan: Oh, God. Dinner and a show.

Emma: Stop!

♪ Playing dark, funky song

Candy: Interesting.

I kind of like it.

Emma: I do, too. Jonathan: Me, too.

♪ Hip-hop beat playing

♪ Man singing in Russian

Ayy!

[Cheering]

Emma: He's kind of hot.

Candy: That's your type? Emma: Mm-hmm.

Candy: Oh.

♪ Low droning

♪ Dance music playing

Emma: Yes, Daddy! Take it off!

Jonathan: It's crass and abrasive.

I love it!

♪ Man singing in Russian in low voice ♪

[Cheering and applause]

Emma: You ate that, Papa.

♪ Rapid beat playing

♪ Woman singing in Russian

Candy: Hello, Margarita.

Jonathan: She took what we said

and threw it back in our face.

Candy: Hmm.

♪ Music continues

It's about false labels.

Jonathan: It's about freedom!

[Bird squawks in song]

Emma: Ooh! Candy: Ooh!

♪ Music continues

[Cheering and applause]

♪ Music continues

♪ Man sings in Russian

Nicol: Deliberation time, everyone.

Party's over.

Judges, I need you in 5.

We'll wait up for you.

♪ Suspenseful music playing

Oliver: OK. Margarita or Jung-Soo?

Jonathan: We could change their lifes!

Oliver: It's not that much money, love.

Candy: I wonder what that Bushwick girl is doing.

Oliver: Poor white girl, rich Asian.

Jonathan: She has a story. Oliver: Oh, shit.

[Overlapping dialogue]

Jonathan: This is hard. Why am I here?

Candy: I just feel like Jung-Soo...

Fuck!

Oliver: Designers, what a day.

Both presentations felt profoundly ethnic.

You've made our jobs very difficult.

Candy: Jung-Soo, I'd style any of my clients in your work.

It has this finesse about it.

You're way before your time.

♪ Suspenseful music playing

Jonathan: And, Margarita, you are a true originale.

In you, I see a relentless entrepreneur, not unlike me.

[Emma sighs]

And the winner of "Slay, Serve, Survive,"

who will also be taking home the $100,000 prize is...

♪ Music stops

Hey!

The best man won.

Psh. Maybe the best, but you're self-taught.

-Heh. Who taught you? -Yeezy.

Now I just wait to see if my parents

will even text me back.

Yikes.

Jonathan: What's your IG?

Margarita: @deadstock_oligarch.

Followed.

You are so fucking chic and fucking random.

Bye, Jung-Soo, if that's even your name.

Nicol: Jung-Soo, Axel needs you for some social stuff.

Jung-Soo: OK.

You're gonna be the fan favorite.

I have a sixth sense for these things.

-You think? -Yeah.

That freak flag flew today.

That's all the people want.

-Heh. -Heh.

♪ Soft electric piano playing ♪

-You know, Pop? -Yeah?

Nerses: No? What happened?

Margarita: No. Samuel: Ohh.

But you're still a brilliant motherfucker, Margucya.

Margarita: Thank you. Aw.

[Nerses mumbles] [Samuel speaks Russian]

Gita: What's happening?

What's happening?

[Samuel speaks Russian]

♪ Music continues

Gita: Guys!

We won, Galinka.

We won the big dream!

Gita: You did! Oh, my goodness!

Congratulations!

♪ Music intensifies

Samuel: Hey! Gita: I'm so happy!

So happy. Ahh!

Nerses: Ha ha ha!

Gita: I have surprise.

Margarita: Oh! Gita: OK?

Nerses: Oh! Champagne!

[Laughter]

Gita: OK. For you. Margarita: Spasibo.

-For you. -Spasibo.

-For you. -No, no, Mama.

Gita: Good boy. Samuel: OK.

Gita: Opa!

Ahh! To me for sacrificing everything,

everything to raise A-plus designer.

Put that on my mausoleum, OK?

Samuel: I'm on it.

[Pop]

Gita: Aah! Margarita: Aah! Whoo!

Nerses: Opa!

-It's fine. -Thank you.

To you, my darling. To you.

[Kiss]

You are the best! Love you.

Margarita: You. Nerses: Cheers. Cheers.

Gita: Whoo! Ha ha ha!

OK. Sit down. Tell me everything.

Margarita: OK. Well, first of all...

incredible. Gita: Incredible?

Margarita: No one could stop talking about you.

Gita: Yeah? About me? Yes.

[Samuel speaks Russian]

Margarita: Model of the year.

You were walking, yes. Naomi Campbell.

Gita: You are kidding. Come on.

Margarita: You're gonna be busy.

Gita: Thank you.

Samuel: Who was it? Nerses: Dior.

[Indistinct chatter]

♪ Uplifting music playing

♪ Music fades

♪ Guitar strumming

Oliver: Hi. Margarita: Hi.

Oliver: It's been a whirlwind few months for you.

Margarita: Truly. Oliver: Wow.

OK. First things first.

How can I get my hands on a pair

of these rubbish gloves?

Margarita: I'll put you on a gifting list.

Oliver: Well, I have to ask about dad?

My whole heart. What's he doing?

How's he doing?

He's doing really powerful spiritual work.

Samuel: Mind, soul, spirit, repeat.

All: Mind, soul, spirit.

Oliver: And your hot brother?

What's going on with him?

Margarita: He's killing it, as well.

Zack Bia: I got some good news for us.

Very good news, but first, a toast.

Nerses: OK.

Zack: Sometimes you. Sometimes me.

-Always us. -All right.

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[Wind blowing]

♪ Somber Russian music playing ♪

♪ Shifts to dance beat

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