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Whoa!

Yeah!

Ah!

What?

Two years in a row. Well done.

Mmm. Yes, thank you. Alert the media.

Oh, wait. That's us.

And now we've arrived

at the Golden Keyboard,

for the story or series that constitutes

outstanding enterprise
or investigative reporting.

Our first nominee, from the New York Vanguard is

Andy Sachs,

"Stories of Resilience."

Our second nominee, from the Gotham Sentinel

is George Ali for "The Subway Tapes."

From the Borough Report,

Yvonne Simpson for, "The Cost
Of Medical Care is Terminal."

From the New York Metro Constitution,

Daniel Goldbaum,
for "Fighting Fire with Fire."

It's everybody.

And the winner is

Andy Sachs.

Go.

Go.

It's great!

That's right, Andy!

Uh...

Thank you for this award. Um...

Sorry. I know I look, uh...

shocked sad, instead of shocked happy,

and, uh...

that's because I...
I just...

I and that whole table

full of talented, award-winning professionals

from my paper, the Vanguard,

just got fired...

What?

by text.

We understand journalism is changing,

but it's still devastating

when something like this happens to you.

Turns out our parent company is taking

a 500-million-dollar write-down,

so we're...

technical term, toast.

I can't believe they just fired everyone.

At least it's a good picture of you.

I just feel so terrible
for everyone at the paper.

John's wife's about to have their second baby.

And Allison just bought a house.

Also, it's so unfair.

The CEO of the company that owns the paper

just took home 11 million last year.

Make that make sense.

I can't. But you are gonna be okay.

I don't know, Lil.

Everyone I know is going through this.

Layoffs, downsizing, consolidation.

It's just brutal.

Anyway...

I know that I'm lucky.

I know that a lot of people
have it worse than me.

Most people have it worse
than me. It's just...

I'll be fine. I'll be fine.

It is so unfair.

You've worked your ass off
for a whole two decades,

all across the country and the world,

and you never took the easy paycheck.

- Never slept with a colleague.
- Mmm?

- I mean, one.
- Mmm.

Two.

Anyway, the point is,

is that I never slept with
anyone who could promote me,

just the hot powerless ones.

Are you sure you don't wanna

come and work for me at the gallery?

I need someone who can write decent copy.

And you need a job.

So sweet.

No, thank you. Not yet.

So what do I tell her?

Okay. All right. Hold on.

You're sure the story is not gonna break tonight?

PR says we have a day or two.

Well, that's something.

I won't tell her until tomorrow then.

No point in spoiling the evening.

- It's Miranda.
- Is it Miranda?

- Miranda!
- Miranda!

Miranda!

Miranda!

Is Runway responsible?

Not tonight.

Hi. I just wanted to tell you that

the story broke online...

and The Business of Fashion has already run it.

- How bad is it?
- A disaster.

It's gone completely viral.
You want to take a look?

Nigel, can I see that?

- Do I have my glasses on?
- Sorry.

Anyway, you're being blamed
for absolutely everything.

- Oh, God. Irv is gonna flip.
- Yep.

And the timing couldn't be worse.

I know.

Chin up. Let's go face the music.

Oh, it's this appalling company

called SpeedFash.

They lied to us about their working conditions.

They tricked our reporter

and so now,

we are accused of being complicit in

promoting this perfectly horrible company.

The lengths that some people
will go to to turn a profit.

So now we're the villains du jour.

Served up red, piping hot.

Well, good for you, I say.

Villains are always the most interesting.

Oh, God. Irv.

Ah. That is my cue
to take the dog out for a walk.

Hey, Gio! Let's get this done.

Come on, boy.

Hello, Irv.

What the hell, Miranda?

Dad, check this out.

We are getting killed online.

I am getting angry emails from ad buyers

- for Tiffany, Fendi, Bvlgari!
- Well, I...

Who's gonna pay for your overpriced book?

I've already been on the phone to advertisers.

I'm meeting with them in the morning

and I'm going to have
a very direct conversation with Ashley.

Don't. I'll fix it.

This is abysmal timing.

I'm pondering this huge move
for you. And this happens.

Dad, this is bad.

Even the Journal is thrashing Runway,

and all of Elias-Clarke is getting blamed.

Our monkeys, our circus.

I know.

How are we gonna claw back
any shred of credibility?

Check this out.

Because some things still matter more than money.

Journalism still fucking matters!

Whoa.

Yo.

Miranda Priestly?

I thought she was smarter than this.

At this point, it's like you're not relevant.

- Oh, my God.
- She's a relic.

She's dead. She's a dinosaur.

Like, old, tired, washed.

I know it.

She watchin' the season finale of Yellowstone.

No, fully.

Hello?

Andy Sachs?

Yes.

Irv Ravitz. Quite a speech you made today.

- Oh. Hi.
- Looks like you need a job.

I can't even believe I'm thinking about

going back to work at that magazine.

How's the salary?

Twice what I made at the Vanguard

and Irv promised that

I would have a real budget to tell stories

and hire real writers
like you guys, so I don't know.

Hey. No one here is judging you.

I am currently editing a memoir

by one of Paris Hilton's Chihuahuas,

a sassy applehead named Chi-town.

Just to back up, you can hire us.

Your complete abandonment
of your principles means a lot.

Cheers to that. Pay that rent, man.

You know what you could do?

If you took the job, you could write a book.

The definitive Miranda Priestly expose.

No, I couldn't do that.

An insider's book about Miranda could be huge.

- I'm gonna text my boss.
- No. No, no, no.

- I'm just curious.
- Don't you dare.

I bet you could get 50K for it.

No, no... Like, really don't do that.
No, I... No, no, no.

Guys, I would never get hired
again. By anyone.

She has a point.

Some whiny girl complaining about her boss.

Okay, he said a well-written proposal,

and we all know you do write well,

could get you something like 100K.

No.

Yeah, I'm totally in on this.

No, I'm sorry, I'm just not that person.

I'm not. Maybe I can
make something of this job.

Runway does have a history
of publishing great writing.

No, I'm gonna walk in there tomorrow

with a big smile on my face

and I'm going to make something
of this job. Okay?

What?

"Don't worry. I fixed it.
Be ready at 9:00. Irv."

And you-know-who demanded
we be crosstown at 9:15,

so how do we do both?

We don't have time for this.

What does he mean, "I fixed it"?

I have no idea.

- Your 9:00 a.m. is here.
- Hmm.

Hello.

Miranda.

Nigel.

Look what TJ Maxx dragged in.

- Hello, Six.
- Hello.

Thank you so much for this opportunity.

I... I've got to admit,

I was really surprised when Irv called.

I mean, a lot of time
has gone by, but I'm just...

I'm so happy for the chance to...

Sorry.

Who is this? Do you know her?
Do I know her?

You might remember Andy.
She was one of the Emilys.

One of the what?

- The Emily from... It's...
- I'm Andy Sachs.

Uh... Uh, the smart fat girl.

I was one of your assistants eons ago.

Maybe Irv didn't fill you in.

And Irv sent you here to...

To run the Features department.

Be the Features editor.
He hired me last night.

He didn't tell you?

Um...

So he said that, um, we need to, um...

I mean, Runway needs to take control

of the narrative of the SpeedFash story,

and-and-and restore credibility,

and he thought someone with my
expertise would be a good idea,

but I thought that for sure
you had approved and were excited.

And that's why I came in here all like...

- Amari.
- Yes.

Get Ashley on the phone, please.

Hi. Good morning, Miranda.

Yes, Ashley. Flag on the play.

We don't need you this morning or ever,

so pack up your things.

And HR will be in to see you shortly.

Uh...

Happy?

You just cost Cornell summa cum laude her job.

First in her family to go to college, I believe.

Anyway, come along.

Come on.

Uh...

- You should get that looked at.
- Hmm?

The injury, or condition, or whatever,

that causes you to trudge.

So, um, I was thinking that...

when we get back to the offices,

we could sit down

and go through some of your priorities.

I could share some of my insights

into the editorial direction of the magazine.

First, though,

we need to appease an important advertiser.

- I-Is that where we're going?
- Yes.

They're furious about SpeedFash.

God knows what they're going to extract from me.

Free ad space, targeted editorial.

A cornea.

Luckily, though, I'm not worried

'cause I have you flown in from on high

to help redirect this century-old institution

with the benefit of
your infinite wisdom and what?

Oh. Expertise.

Yeah.

Dior constitutes 16% of our designer spend.

And are leading sponsors
of all our special events,

which ain't cheap.

Okay, so we fix this, we got this.

Who do we have to talk to?

Am I having a hallucination?

Emily, hi.

Oh, wow.

You also know her?

Well, we were at Runway
at the same time, Miranda.

Really? Where was I?

Right. Um, shall we?

Ms. Charlton, you're glowing.

It seems retail still suits you.

Ah, Nigel, you're hanging in there
by your fingernails.

Remember when magazines were a thing?

All right. Come on in,
everybody. Take a seat.

- Lots to discuss.
- Mm-hmm.

Um... Where would you like to start?

Okay. So, um, I'm the new
Features editor at Runway.

No, you're not.

Are you serious?

Wow. Wonders never cease.

No, I'm actually a journalist now.

Um, I've been published in...
It doesn't matter.

Anyway, we are all well aware
that running that story

was a mistake and are taking immediate steps...

I cannot actually get over this.

It's really remarkable.

A senior editor at Runway. You.

Yep.

- We're all so thrilled.
- Mm-hmm.

You know what's funny, is you've changed.

You have. You're much more confident.

Oh.

Kept those eyebrows though, didn't you?

Um, right, Miranda. How are you?

I mean, what a shambles.

I've had to unruffle so many feathers
because as you know,

our association with Runway and with you

is predicated on your sterling reputation.

Momentary lapse.

And we're doing everything we can
to make it right with you.

Good, 'cause I was quite shocked reading it.

Though, I'm sure, as you can appreciate,

it's also important
that we have editorial freedom.

We have to maintain our journalistic integrity.

Ooh. Integrity. I see.

La-di-da, Andy. Very high-minded of you.

Well, please help yourself to standards galore,

but if there are no advertisers,

there's no Runway.

No us, no you.

And we understand that completely.

Oh, good.

I think as a consequence
of your lapse in judgment,

there's just a few things we'd quite like

just to smooth it all over.

We are thinking at least
three pages of advertising credit

and a feature on the opening of our new flagship.

- Six pages.
- Three.

- No. Five.
- Four.

I'm sorry. Are we at a fish market, Nigel?

It's five, with brand mentions in all captions.

Miranda?

Absolutely. We'll get
right on that immediately.

Great.

I'm confused. You just
let them tell you what to do?

Because if I'm here

to restore your credibility, and I...

Did you not hear her? No them, no us.

We need our advertisers, Andrea.

The September issue is already so thin

you could floss with it.

Yeah, advertisers are important.

I know that. I'm not brand-new, but...

Let's be clear.

You did not earn this job.
I did not hire you.

You are a CEO's latest whim.

And all I need to do is to
bide my time until you fail.

And you will. Fail.

Why don't you take the train, dear?

You got this. You got this.

You... did it.

Okay.

They're just eyebrows.

- Hi!
- Hi.

We weren't properly introduced yesterday.

I'm Andy Sachs.

Charlie. I'm the second assistant.

Hi, Charlie!

Hey. Everybody just calls me

"Charlie the Chair," if you want,

'cause Amari won't let me leave my desk.

Oh, no, it's okay.

A million girls would kill for this job.

Heard that.

- Is Miranda in?
- There you are.

There you are. I am on time.

So...

you're the kind of person
who thinks on time is on time.

Okay, got it.

All right, come on.
I'll show you to your office.

Amari, I need to pee.
Please, I had a venti.

Oh.

Was it worth it?

- No.
- No.

Actually, I should probably
talk to Miranda first.

Oh, I'll take you to your office.

- Good luck, Charlie.
- Thanks.

So, I used to have your job.

I heard. Such a remarkable fact.

Yeah, back in 2006.

Got to go to Paris Fashion Week.

Wore a bunch of pieces from the Chanel collection

that year.

Oh, wait. The one with the pageboy hats?

And the thigh-high boots. Yeah!

Love. Do you still have all of it?

- No, I gave it away.
- What?

Would've been a bit much for a newsroom.

This is you.

Oh. Okay.

And this was Ashley's office?

No. Miranda wanted you to have
this one, for some reason.

For some reason. Right.

Who gives away Chanel?

- I stole these for you.
- Hey.

All from this season.

But lie about where you got them.

There's more where that came from,
but you can't be greedy.

- Cafeteria?
- Great. I'm all done.

Come on.

Hmm.

I don't mind that blazer. Is it...

- Margiela.
- Huh.

Thrifted it in Provo. Eleven bucks.

Learned a thing or two
the last time I was here, babe.

Hmm! Not bad, babe.

Ah, fate.

The winding road that brings us back to me,

watching you ladle goo into a bowl.

It's so good to see you, Nigel.

Yeah.

Miranda is very lucky
you're still at the magazine.

What magazine?

You must know that Runway
stopped being a magazine

many years ago.

I mean, we still have a book,
but practically nobody buys it.

Nope. We are digital. We are downloadable.

We are streamable. We're in the ether.

And the budgets?

I used to get four weeks in Africa with Avedon

to do a glossy spread,

and now I'm lucky if I get
two days at Milk Studios

to shoot content that people
scroll past whilst they pee.

- So...
- Yeah?

Is it just me, or has Miranda been extra spicy?

You see her outside of Dior?

I thought her head was going to
spin completely around.

Well, she's on edge because Irv
is about to promote her

to Global Head of Content.

- No way. That's a huge job.
- Yeah.

But the problem is, the SpeedFash debacle
might derail the whole thing.

What you're saying is, she needs me.

Oh, you're serious.

Sorry.

- Oh, really.
- Yeah.

I'm going up to the art department.

- Oh, you like that.
- Yeah, very much.

- Are you Andy?
- Yes.

Hi. I'm Jin Chao. I'm your new assistant.

- Cool! I was wondering...
- Hi.

about that. Nice to meet you.

I was an intern this morning,
but, uh, when a desk opens up,

the interns get a chance
to interview, and guess what?

Nobody wanted to work in your department

'cause it's not actual fashion,

so I just, like, got it. Isn't that cool?

Very.

- You don't want me.
- I didn't say that.

If you don't want me,
you can interview someone else.

- That's totally fine.
- I don't...

I did go to Yale, 3.86 GPA,

lead soprano of the Whiffenpoofs,

and my ACT score was 36
on the very first try, but...

No, you seem great. I'm happy to have you.

- Great. Okay. Nice.
- Okay, great. Okay.

Um, so, listen, I'm going
to be working late tonight,

so I'm just going to need
a couple things. First, I j...

Is Miranda hanging up her own coat?

Oh, yeah. I heard there were
some HR complaints.

Apparently, she used to
just throw her coat at people.

Huh.

Maybe some things have changed.

Ah. Anyway, yes, working late tonight.

You're not still waiting for the book, are you?

Oh, yeah. She likes hard copies.

Still?

Mm-hmm.

Um, can I give you something
to bring over to her?

'Course. I'll hoof it over.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Oh. When you go to her house,

no matter what anyone tells you,

don't go up the stairs, ever.

Who'd be stupid enough to do that?

No one!

Vanessa Friedman in The Times

says that Andy's story
is a "bracing mea culpa."

Yeah, but did anyone besides culture writers

actually click on the story?

Not really, but optics-wise,
saved our bacon, right?

We'll see. Jury's still out.

- Good morning.
- Hi.

Nigel in?

No. Nigel's not in.

- I read your piece.
- Hmm?

I read your piece. It was really good.

Oh, thank you.

Oh. See, that was a cool profile.

Oh, yeah. The Barnes piece.

Obviously, it was from before their split.

Yeah.

- I love Sasha Barnes.
- I know.

I've tried to get an interview with her,

like, a million times but I've always struck out.

- Oh, you're not the only one.
- Really?

Miranda would kill.

Now that their divorce has made Sasha

one of the richest women in the world.

Interesting.

I feel like I could write a book about

just his before and after.
You know what I mean?

The original Benji Barnes was,
like, that slope-shouldered

nerd who's like, never seen
the inside of a weight room.

Lately... There was a picture
of him the other day.

A few steroids,
a smidge of Sculptra, some Ozempic

- and voila.
- He's a modern miracle.

It's a modern miracle.

Gotta love a glow up.

It's compelling.

Okay, well... Ooh. Hi.

We took some vintage Muglers and Westwoods,

and we shot them downtown in the Washington Mews.

And you were there

when these images were taken?

Uh...

Yes, I-I was.

So the intention was dull and listless.

I wouldn't say that was, um, the goal.

And the models were encouraged

to mill around like starving goats

in the parking lot of
a methadone clinic in New Jersey.

- What?
- Can't say that.

What am I not allowed to say?

- Methadone?
- Mmm.

New Jersey? Anyway...

This was our first time using this photographer,

so we can do a reshoot.

Just, you know, fix it.

So, who else? Marta?
What do you have cooking?

We're seeing a lot of gorpcore
for this year's resort,

so I was thinking of doing
an interactive piece on the app

where you choose a National Park

and then you choose a hiking shoe and a bum bag.

A bum bag!

May my suicide be brief and painless.

- No, no.
- What?

What do you mean, "No, no."

I... I'm not talking about
killing other people. Yet.

Okay. Fine. Uh, who else?

Ilana, what do you have?

The re-report of the SpeedFash
story went over well.

Media critics responded to our candor

and to us taking responsibility.

Right. But did anyone read the piece?

I don't know.

Nigel, how are the metrics on that one?

- Mm-mmm.
- Hmm-mmm.

See, you are here to write and edit
features that people read.

And when that happens, yes,
you may interrupt a meeting.

But until then...

Mm-mmm.

Let's talk about rodeo bow ties.

This one's cute.

That was kinda rough.

I mean, I just steered us through a crisis.

Is it so hard to acknowledge that?

Oh, yes. The girl who likes validation.

Did your parents hang

all of your finger paintings up on the fridge?

No. It's not that.

I don't need a pat on the head.

I-I-I need to know what she wants.

All right, I need constructive feedback.

Oh, feedback.

And a lollipop, or... just feedback?

Did you need this job?

Did you take the job?

So figure out a way to do this job.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Bye.

Okay, so I think that if we're talking about...

Kind of follow that sartorial thing

and how it links up to...

What is this?

Oh, that's far too pink, Ken.

We are subtle.

We're not Valentino, do you know what I mean?

Is this the sample I sent you?
"Tulip whisper."

That's the one.

Now I don't know. I don't know about that.

Wow.

Oh, there she is.

Is this all you?

- It is.
- It's impressive.

You are very busy.
Thank you for your time.

The thinking is that we will
cover the new flagship,

and your role in putting it together.

Is that Miranda's idea?

Um, it was mine.

Fine. If that's what you think
is best, then that...

That's fine.

Okay, great. Why don't you,
uh, give me a tour.

Okay. Will do.

Ken, it is not a whisper.
It's a cry for help.

This, of course, is a tribute
to the grand staircase

at the original Dior Atelier on Avenue Montaigne.

- This is incredible.
- I know.

And the cost?

I'm not at liberty to discuss that, Andy,

but it is whopping.

What? What is that sickening look?

It's just... It's nice
to see you all grown up.

Ugh. So... So gooey.

Always when you used to make that face...

Because you were always so irritating.

Yeah, you were a barrel of fun.

No, hey, hey, hey. Listen.

I don't know. It's nice to see you again.

- Catch me up. Who are you now?
- No.

Like, not for this, just, human to human.

Fine. I am divorced

from a pathological narcissist. Thank God.

But I've got two beautiful children,

Bronwyn and Roark.

One at Collegiate, one at Chapin.

- Good for you.
- I know. Gorgeous, right?

- Yeah.
- You?

I... left New York for 15 years.

Just lived everywhere, chasing stories.

And I'm not married.
Never found the right person.

And my kids are at a doctor's office on 85th.

They're frozen eggs right now,

but I like to think of them as my little ones.

Siobhan and Esther.

Okay, why did you leave Runway?

I'm sorry, is this an expose?

- No, it's just a question.
- It's not really relevant.

Well, I mean, you worshipped
that place, and Miranda.

So, why'd you leave?

Why are you even asking me why?

I mean, have a perv around this place.

Luxury retail is the only
sector of the fashion business

that still makes money. That's it. Retail.

Everything else, forget it.

So, yes. Happy to be here, frankly.

Because do you know that 20 years ago,

a $100 handbag was considered a splurge?

Brands like us, we changed all that.

Used logos and branding
because everyone understands,

everyone gets it,

that your bag, your scarf,
your perfume, your umbrella...

Write this down.

It tells the world who you are,
what you care about.

And now, there's housewives in Banff

who wouldn't dream of going out

without one of our $3,000 totes.

And that's a good thing?

I don't know. Is it a bad thing

to bring beauty and design to everyone?

Everyone who has $3,000.

Have you heard of Christmas?

Anyway, don't you worry about me and my career.

Worry about yourself.

I haven't seen any of your stories
get any traction.

Nothing moving the needle there.

What does Miranda say about it?

Is she being tough on you?

It's normal Miranda stuff.

Yes, Irv. Yes. I am looking at
the numbers as we speak.

They're unacceptable.

- Take care of it!
- Okay, I...

Well, that sounded like a warm bath.

It's as if he forgets he hired her.

His hire, my problem.

Did he say anything at all
about the global editorial job?

No, he's gone mum about all that.

I've spent my career trying to figure out
what people need to know,

now I need to figure out
what people wanna click on.

It's just...

Maybe you just have to figure out

how to do those things at the same time.

You know, like, the smart stuff
and the fun stuff.

Oh, my God.

Hi, there. Hi.
Uh, would you like, uh, uh...

No. Not going to sit.

Um, Irv called frustrated.

Your pieces are not breaking through.

Yeah, no. I... But I do have to say that

I think that some of these pieces are worthwhile.

Worth whose while?

I mean, that you want to
turn new readers on to Runway,

that's great.

But maybe you don't wanna turn
off the ones we already have.

Yeah, um, I-I didn't wanna...

But we do have some important work coming up.

- Hmm. Oh, good.
- Uh... Um, I...

I'm doing a Sasha Barnes profile.

You really have an interview set?

Uh, close.

I'm just locking in the details,
but I-I-I have an in.

Hmm.

Sasha Barnes hasn't done press

- in three years.
- Three years.

Bit of a holy grail interview-wise.

It's what makes it so exciting.

So what's your in?

Oh...

I don't have one.

- Here we go.
- No, it's...

God, this house is just... Wow.

Even back then, they were just so insanely rich.

And just so I'm clear,

you have no way to get to Sasha,

but you told Miranda that you do?

Correct.

That's just standing a little
close to the fire, no?

I am the fire.

Don't say that to people.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I know this piece.

This is a Cecily Brown.

It sold for over 600K back in 2009.

Okay. Uh, do you know who sold it to them?

Yeah, probably my friend Paula.

She's Cecily's biggest dealer.

Can she get me Sasha's number?

Maybe. Let me call Paula.

- Can you go faster?
- You gotta chill.

- I know.
- Okay.

Paula said you might be able to get me a number

for Sasha Barnes.

Uh-huh. You can't.

Dog trainer? I'll take it.

I just wanna ask her some questions.

Yes, no. I promise
it won't get back to you.

Thank you!

Sasha? Hi, Andy Sachs from Runway again.

Uh, would love to talk when you have a sec.

So call me anytime. Anytime.

I'm always clutching my phone. Thank you.

Sorry, I am so focused on getting this story.

- No worries.
- I've left Sasha 18 messages,

and I've reached out to everyone she knows

and has ever met.

Love that for you.

Sorry, where is this lunch place?

Right here.

Lily. What...

Saw her on Zillow. Isn't she gorg?

Anyway, even if I loved it, I can't afford that.

Sure you can. You're making
double your old salary.

- For how long?
- Ah, come on.

Let's just go take a sneak peek

at a model unit, okay?

I just want you to have
the apartment you deserve.

I mean, you gotta admit...

- Yeah, it's not bad.
- Uh-huh.

I bet you wouldn't have to bang on the faucet

to get running water.

The bar is so low.

I'm gonna go check out the bedroom.

Oof.

- Hi.
- Hey.

This apartment...

It's pretty nice, huh?

Uh, if you like this kinda thing.

Renovated properties?

Everything that's wrong with our society.

Right, right. Totally, yeah.

No, no, no. Don't get me wrong.

I mean, I-I-I don't...
I do love new places.

It just kinda breaks my heart

when you find a historic building

- and then they do... You know?
- This.

Well, it's heartbreaking and the other thing is,

you know... Um, I did this.

Yeah, this was... This was me.
This is my building.

It's fine. It's fine.

- No. Okay. Hi, I'm a jerk.
- Hello.

- I'm Peter.
- Andy.

Nice to meet you. I don't want you to
think that I'm, like, a greedy developer,

'cause I'm not.

I'm a contractor.
So, I just found the building

and I cobbled together a bunch of rich old people

who are, you know,

awful, disgusting, heartbreaking people,

and they bought it.

And I got to work on it and,

you know, they give me a little slice of that.

Also, the city was gonna knock it down,

- like, it was in bad shape.
- No.

- No, it was in bad shape.
- No. Oh, no.

- They had rats here.
- You saved the building.

Well, hero is your word.

I don't wanna play into that narrative.

But there were rats here that were basically men.

- Excuse me.
- Yeah.

Um...

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Okay.
- I'm just... Sorry.

- Oh, hi. Uh, Lily, this is...
- Hello.

- Peter Warburton. Yeah.
- Peter. Peter.

- And I gotta...
- Yeah.

- I gotta go to this thing.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm so sorry I insulted
your building. Good luck.

It's fine.

Call you, Lily!

- Huh.
- Huh.

You two were having a moment.

Think so?

- What's your story?
- My story?

- Single?
- Yeah.

- Why?
- Uh, well...

- Divorced?
- Yes.

- Kids?
- No.

- Do you have a card?
- Yeah. Yeah. There you go.

I'll be checking your socials.

Okay.

Oh...

I...

- Where is she?
- Why?

Charlie the Chair, where is she?

Okay, I'll look. Um...

We were thinking about
Victorian and Edwardian dress,

and the incredible undergarments

and how they exaggerate
and enhance a woman's figure.

You hate the bow.

I don't like the bow.

Michael, I told you she'd hate the bow!

I got the holy grail.

Why grant an interview now?

I didn't intend to live a public life.

I got my PhD, taught anthropology

while Benji was tinkering with code.

I had no idea that would, you know,

put me on a rocket ship
into this hall of mirrors.

To mix a couple of metaphors.

But here I am, this estate,

this art collection, and my goal is...

Well, actually my obligation

is to eventually give everything I have away.

Well, we're very grateful
you chose to sit down with us.

Lately, I've noticed

what you've been doing with your articles.

There's more gravitas
and an actual point of view.

Hmm.

You know, you haven't asked me
a single thing about Benji.

Either the original or the 2.0 version.

Why should you be defined by that marriage?

He isn't.

You're right. I'm not.

Nor will I be defined by my second.

I'm engaged.

I met someone who has his own life

and doesn't give a shit about
all this fanfare around me.

Engagement?

I'm... I did not have any idea.

Well, no one does. You're the first.

I mean, I'm not sure why people care,
but they seem to.

Yeah.

You know, go ahead and break the story.

It's my little gift to you.

This is huge.

A fabulous bit of gossip

that we are breaking

about an iconic but elusive woman.

Photos are gorgeous.

Your article is great.

My styling is genius.

This is what Runway does best.

What if Miranda doesn't like it?

Don't be negative.

Yeah, why would I be negative?

Stop it.

That.

Brilliant.

- Right?
- Yep.

So, let's just...

run it as our main piece.

Push it out to the subscribers,

and, uh, pin it on top of the socials as well.

That's great.

Maybe his medication is
something he needs to look...

I have no idea what's going on with it myself.

- Hi.
- Hi. You came back.

I came back.

Good.

Any apartments still available?

I think there's, like, 15 or 20.

How many do you want?

Let's start with one.

I think it's good,

but I also have the 11 other stories

that I had to post today about, uh, coconut water

and private jokes between you and your lover

and enzyme peels.

Enzyme peels?

That's the one.

What is that? What does
an enzyme peel... peel?

It peels the skin off your face.

- Does it now?
- Right off.

Wow. People pay for that?

Maybe I should.
I've still got all my old skin.

Oh, no, that's completely out. No.

I feel like I'm out.

You're done. It's over.

But you still get to do real journalism.

Please, tell me that you do.

You know what was amazing?

The series you did on the Federal Reserve,

um, when you were at the Vanguard.

Oh, stop, stop.

You read a four-piece series

about the inner workings of the Federal Reserve

without knowing if you were
ever gonna see me again?

I did. And that's weird that I did that.

Now it's... Hearing you say it,
that is weird.

I shouldn't have told you that.

It's nice.

It's really nice.

I have been in long-term relationships with guys

who have never read anything
of mine, so it's very nice.

That's appalling.

I know. It's crazy. But...

That's... I can't help it.

Part of me does hope that
this is a stint at Runway,

and that it's a stepping-stone,

that I get to go back and do real journalism

and, you know,

work for a paper or a serious-minded magazine.

Or write a book.

A book? Think you got a book in you?

I actually have an offer for a book.

That's awesome.

My friend wants me to write a book

about someone famous.

Okay? But she wants
the trashy tabloid version.

But I would want to make it good.

I guess I could make it good.

You made the Federal Reserve sexy.

I'm sure you'd be fine
with this celebrity person.

And then you'd be on a date with an author.

Because that's what this is.

This is... I mean,
this is a... this is a date.

Does talking about it make it less of a date?

Talking about it makes it more of a date.

Are we on more of a date?

We're on more of a date than we previously were.

I like being on more of a date.

Come on.

Talia, I'm not interested
in doing the tabloid version.

It would have to be elevated and rigorous.

Would that be something
your editor would be interested in?

Wait, are you kidding me? No, he'd die.

Okay. All right. Um...

Okay, I'm gonna send over a few pages

and a proposal and...

Andy, are you for real on this?

Because, like... this would
really help me at the company.

You better not be messing with me
on this, all right?

Because... Oh, my God, I'm so excited!

What are we gonna wear to the book party?

- Just, you know, please...
- Can we wear matching dresses?

I've always wanted to do that.

keep this between us, okay?
Thank you. Bye.

It'd be so cute. We can be, like, twins.

Wow.

Hi.

So I got a text that Miranda
wants to see me this Saturday.

- Mm-hmm.
- At her house in the Hamptons.

Yes. She's having people there
for the weekend.

Wait, I'm "people"? What?

Perhaps Irv requested you? Hello.

Irv's going to be there?

Charlie. What did we say about laughing?

Stella. Hi.

How many looks are there?

- Just three.
- All right.

Good Lord. What?

I don't own anything for the Hamptons.

I don't Hampton. I've never Hampton-ed.

Calm down.

I once put together a whole suite of summer looks

for R.B.G., and she slayed.

Okay, so a weekend in the Hamptons...

I mean, does this mean I'm in?

- No.
- So when can I relax?

Um...

I'd say coffin.

I am not equipped for this.

Okay. Here's what you need.

Fendi. We need that.

The Brunello Cucinelli pants. Love those.

And where... Oh, yes.

The Gabriela Hearst.
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous.

And custom Kelly.

What about this?

No.

This is quiet luxury.

Luxury that is so quiet you need an ear trumpet.

Okay, you definitely need

an embroidered two-piece Toteme set,

but not the terracotta because you're so pale.

Hmm.

Let's go with the ivory. Okay?

Now, remember, all this, just a loan.

Got it? I need every single bit
back by Monday.

- Got it.
- Great. Okay.

No. That is not quiet.

That is like a screaming
guitar solo. Sorry.

That is so pretty.

Yes, it is.

But it's inappropriate
for this occasion. Sorry.

Not a stain.

Not even the hint of a stain.

Nothing. I mean, nothing.

Oh, come on.
Please, I'm not a kid anymore.

Oh, God. I can't watch that.

Shoes. Ask for shoes.

the metrics as soon as
we get them. Okay, Jin?

All right. Thanks.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Andy Sachs.
- Andy Sachs.

- Yeah. You're good.
- Thank you.

Here you go.

Thank you very much. Have a great day.

Hello, you must be Andy.

Hi. And you're Stuart Simmons.

I am. Let me take that.

- Very nice to meet you.
- And you.

I'm a big fan of your quartet.

Really?

Since yesterday when
I found out I'd be meeting you

and I listened to you on Spotify all day.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I'm not. It was wonderful.

You are very kind.

- And that is a terrific dress.
- Oh, thank you.

I want you to meet two of my favorite people.

This is Suleika and Jon.

- Hi.
- I saw your symphony...

- Yes.
- at Carnegie Hall.

It was extraordinary.

- Kara Swisher.
- Hi.

- Oh, hi.
- Nice to meet you.

She's our new Features editor.

- I know. I saw the piece.
- She wrote...

- It was great.
- the Sasha Barnes article.

- Thank you very much.
- Yeah.

- Hi, I'm Karl.
- Anthony Towns.

Yes, yes.

Hello.

- How are you doing?
- It was a great series.

- Oh, appreciate it. Thank you.
- Like, it was, um...

it was a thrill to be a New Yorker.

Jenna Bush Hager.

Hi. How are you? Nice to meet you.

Hello. Very nice to meet you.

That was quite an interview.

Highest engagement of any
Runway story in eight years.

Tomi Adeyemi and Ronny Chieng.

You should know Tina Brown.
Tina, this is Andy Sachs.

- I'm a huge fan.
- Your piece. Incredible.

Viral. I'm getting alerts
every ten seconds.

Oh, God. We don't have enough rosé.

Excuse me for one second.

Please don't sit.
Please don't sit. Please don't sit.

- Oh, hello.
- Hello.

Um, thank you so much for inviting me.

It's such a wonderful crowd.

I just talked to Irv.

You know that big party

Elias-Clarke's throwing for his 75th?

That's where he's gonna make the announcement

about my new role.

I'm gonna be Global Head of Content

across all Elias-Clarke publications.

Wow, that is... Wow.

You know, he's been holding it
over my head for so long.

I don't know why I'm telling you this.

But I thought it would never happen.

Congratulations. You deserve it.

And he's talking about giving
the Features department

a bigger budget.

- No.
- Yes.

Really?

Which means maybe we'll have to look for

a more respectable office for you.

Well, uh, that would be great.

Mm-hmm.

I always knew that you would
end up doing something great.

You forgot I existed.

Right. But before that, I knew.

Ah!

Just so you know, Nigel picked this out.

- So it's a lot.
- I like a lot.

- You do?
- Yeah.

Okay. I'm just gonna come out.

- Yeah, just come out.
- It's a lot.

Well... I mean,
if this is what you call a lot,

I like it a lot.

- Like, a lot.
- Thank you.

Like, I don't think we should
go to this thing at all.

Sometimes, less is more.

She's on so much Ozempic,

she tried to eat a hot dog...
Projectile vomited.

- Shop. Chicken Shop Date.
- Chicken Shop Date.

I don't think we need to know why.

Okay.

Okay. This is
a pretty cool work party.

If you like this sort of thing.

Everything that's wrong
with society. Yeah.

Okay. Stop. Now, is that Hugh Jackman?

That is Hugh Jackman.

I should probably say hi. Shouldn't I?

I mean, I should.

Do you know him?

Well, no. But if Australians
don't say hi to each other

overseas, you know,

it becomes a whole thing.

So I'll just say...
How's my "g'day"? G'day.

- Okay. All right.
- Okay.

Oh, hi.

It's basically simple science, you know.

At a certain point, we're just
not going to need our necks.

Ooh, that's not... That is so crazy.

It's true. It's a new trachea technology.

- It's trachea elimination.
- I like my neck.

- It's useful.
- You can throw out

your tie collection, that's for sure.

Can you believe it?

- Emily is dating...
- Mm-hmm.

Yep. Benji Barnes, no less.

Look at him. Utterly smitten.

Just torso, no neck.
That's gonna be us in space.

She is every girl who never
talked to him in high school.

No. Just really stick them out
'cause I don't like the beard.

You know, all the girls.

Let's go say happy birthday to Irv.

What fun.

Hello. Sorry, sorry.

God, these parties were so much better

when I was drinking.

Not for me.

- There's the birthday boy.
- Excuse me.

Hi, Miranda. Thank you so much for coming.

Hey. Great to see you.

- You look fabulous.
- Thank you. You do too.

- Hey. Happy birthday, Irv.
- Thank you so very much.

- Holding up?
- Oh, yes.

So, Irv is about to announce
Miranda's new position.

- Right now?
- Mm-hmm.

At the end of his speech.

There you are.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome. Cheers.

Cheers.

You know, I gotta say

I'm impressed the way you got past

what happened between you and her.

- What do you mean?
- In Paris.

When she gave the job you wanted to Jacqueline.

Twenty years ago?

She's done versions of that to me

a million times since then.

But here I am.

By her side.

Or to the side, you know, a few steps behind.

And you'd rather be out front?

Maybe you should tell her what you want.

What, like you do?

Like everyone else does?

Benji, I want you to meet some of the people

I worked with at Runway a gazillion years ago.

This is, um, Nigel Kipling.

- Nigel.
- Pleasure.

And that's Andy...

- something or other.
- Okay. Andy.

- Sachs.
- Sorry, can't remember. Sachs.

- Hi, hi.
- Andy. Hi.

Oh, God. That dress... that is po-pow!

No, I really hate po-pow. No, no, no.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

It's very nice. Not couture,
not custom, but it is nice.

Say, are you the gal

who wrote that piece
in Runway about my gal, Emily?

- Yes. I am.
- Oh, my God.

I gotta thank you.

- Really?
- That was so intriguing to me.

The writing?

Photos.

- The photos were so good.
- The subject.

Right?

Oh, my God!

Is there a doctor?

Dad? Dad?

- Oh, my God, Dad.
- Irv.

Dad?

Got a lot to think about.

A day like today
really puts things in perspective

how fast time moves.

How we gotta focus on what's important.

And priorities.

- Mm-hmm.
- My father loved Runway,

- you know.
- Yes, he did.

So did your grandfather.

Yeah.

He hired me, you know.

And when he passed everything over to Irv...

- Yeah.
- we were the same age.

We worked so closely.

Yeah. Right.

Now it's me and you.

And I look forward to carrying that football

into the end zone together.

The end zone. So beautifully put.

Isn't this awful?

I can't believe this is happening.

It's terribly sad.

Yes, it is very sad.

Somehow, Dolce dressed everyone here.

This entire funeral is their fall '26.

I mean, they must've driven to everyone's houses

flinging out freebies, no doubt.

Bloody Domenico. So sly.

He'll do anything to get back at me

since I put Kendall in the finale of '24.

Isn't she the greatest?

He's been chomping at the bit for vengeance.

- Yeah.
- Over Kendall.

I can't believe there's someone named Candle.

What's Jay gonna do? Do you know?

Do we have any idea
what he's gonna do with Runway?

No, no. I have no idea,

but, I mean, you've seen the man.

He's not exactly a fashion icon.

He's dressed head to toe
in performance synthetics.

Throw a match at him

and he'll go up like a Christmas tree in March.

We're gonna be okay, right?

Runway is still valuable, right?

I mean, even without Irv.
They know that, right?

Sorry. So aggressively rhetorical.

You know, I have no idea.

We're just going to have to soldier on.

Runway Italy helped establish Milan

as one of fashion's most important

bases of operation,

which is why we can own this

the Brera Academy.

We're going to have a custom runway

that will be for fashion

as well as musical acts.

The whole evening is going to kick off

with one of Miranda's trademark speeches.

This one will be about the intermingling

of Runway and Italian couture.

I'm almost finished with the speech, by the way.

It will be in your inbox
by the end of the week. Yes, Marta?

Yeah, this thing with Irv dying and all that,

when do we find out if things
are changing around here?

Yeah, what's Jay's plan for the magazine?

Is he taking over?

I mean, does he even like fashion?

I mean, he wears Drakkar Noir.

- No, he doesn't.
- Oh, my God.

I'd like to talk about the looks

that we're going to feature
in the Brera Academy show.

Some of the bodies are very interesting, very...

body... negative.

No, don't tell me.
I know this. Body positive.

But why, really?
When you think a...

Oh, my God. He's here.

Yeah, that's, like, our new owner.

Always loved your office.

Can't get views like this anymore.

Mmm.

And the size. I mean, wow.

I remember you coming to the offices

as a kid with your father

and your little lacrosse stick,

tossing that ball up all around.

I broke a vase.

Did you? I don't remember.

Anyway, sorry it took me a while

to stop by or call you back.

We barely noticed.

But now I'm ready to get ducks in rows,

kick some concepts around
with you, check boxes. Lunch?

- Now?
- Bad time? You slammed?

No, not at all.

I'll just get someone to make a reservation at...

Oh, cafeteria's fine.

I have a couple calls
that I should return anyway.

Um, I will see you there in ten.

Amari?

Yes?

We have a cafeteria?

- Oh, yes.
- Really?

Cafeteria?

She's never even been to that floor.

It's frozen again.

Be back in 20 minutes.

Hey. What's good here?

Um...

All the...

things.

You know what?

Before we eat,

why don't I introduce you to some of the guys.

People. Some of the people.

Didn't mean to, uh, spring all
these folks on you at once.

And yet...

These are just some consultants that I brought in

for the restructure.

The best guys. People, the best people.

They'll be weighing in on
our organizational alignment,

operational strategy, financial architecture,

digital transformation,
user experience, everything.

Everything.

Sandeep, you wanna fill Ms. Priestly in

on our concepts?

Absolutely. Sandeep Kapoor,
Harvard MBA. Not important.

You know, at our offices,
we call you "Miranda Beastly"

'cause you're a beast in the game.

And unfortunately, right now what's happening is

that beast is leashed.

And we need to let that
beast free. Let it roam.

Ugh. Undertakers.

No, what? Management consultants.

Like I said.

McKinsey to my eye.

Pfft. Cute.

Wish I could hear what they were saying.

I know.

Anyone want Froyo?

- What?
- What? Best thing here.

I worry about this generation of kids.

It's a national emergency.

It went on for an hour.

Miranda in the middle of that circle of suits.

I have no idea what was agreed to.

They're gonna cut Features first.

They always cut the writing first.

Look, look...

Miranda is resourceful, all right?

Whatever this new situation is,
she'll find a way.

Trust me.
She is always ten steps ahead.

Well, it's just, you know, this whole thing

of having an actual job,

it's been, like, great, you know?

Yeah, I know.

- Hi, hi.
- Oh, boy.

I need to talk to you right now.

Okay. Okay. Excuse me, please. What?

Okay.

You know you said that you wanted to know about

what Miranda and Jay were talking about

in the cafeteria.

Yeah.

So...

What is that?

When I was getting Froyo,

I dropped my spoon on the floor,

and I put my phone under her chair,

and it was recording the whole time.

Jin!

- Yeah. Yup, yup, yup, yup.
- What? You are such a badass!

Yeah, I know.

We took a look at your budget

and have some immediate ideas for scale-downs.

Show the markets that we are
ready to crank that EBITDA.

I'm just gonna...

You don't wanna know.

Then don't tell me.

Oh... Oh.

I was kidding. What is it? Spill it.

Nigel, they're cutting everything.

Features? Reduced to nothing.

Fashion and Beauty? Decimated.

Cuts across all departments,

and anyone who's been here
for longer than five years

is too expensive and has to go.

I'm sorry.

That makes sense.

- And you know what she said?
- Nope.

Not a single thing.

Nigel.

You know what I think?

I think I like the bag cross-body.

That's what I think.

All right.

I'll leave you to it.

I just can't believe this is happening again.

Another publication, deleted.

- I'm sorry, Andy. It sucks.
- Sucks.

This is where it's all going,
you know? It's...

It's happening all over.

It's pharmacies, it's bookstores.

It's... You name it.

It's all being downsized.
It's all consolidating.

No, I just can't accept that. I...

We... We can't just keep

sucking the soul out of everything.

And-and gutting it and then repackaging it.

To what end?

But it's... it's...
We're replacing it, you know?

I mean, you've basically just described

what I've done with this building.

Peter, we're not talking about
you right now. We're talk...

And also, like,

journalism matters more than luxury apartments.

That's true.

I'm sorry. I'm just...

This is such a spectacularly
helpful conversation.

Thank you.

- Is it not?
- No.

I might give you a minute.

Thanks.

Hey, I, uh...
I know you gotta go to Italy,

but if you wanna...

if you wanna catch up
when you're back, I'd like it.

But it's up to you.

Hmm, no.

- Oh, hi, Stuart.
- Andy.

- Yes.
- You all right?

- Could I come in?
- Sure, absolutely.

Um, wasn't expecting you, I suppose.

Sorry to bother you.
I just, um, need, uh...

- I think...
- Catch your breath maybe.

Okay. Can't. Um, is she here?

Yeah, she's, um...

Brave.

Ah.

I don't mean to bother you.
I just need to talk.

- Talk.
- So, uh, I just need to...

I just need to... You have a plan, right?

A secret plan like...

- like you did...
- I can't hear you.

Don't you have people you can call?

I just don't want everyone to lose their jobs.

Please, Miranda,

we have been doing such great work lately.

We're attracting great writers,

and people care about the magazine again.

This job has let me hope again

for the future, for our future, my future.

I... I might be able to unfreeze an egg.

Go home.

- But I...
- It's late.

Do not concern yourself with this.

It does not concern you.

Hmm. Huh.

Allora, Milano...

Nigel, you were saying that some new directives

have come in from on high.

Budget cuts?

Yes, so, regarding Milan,

we're cutting John Legend

because he wants us to ship his piano there,

and that's too pricey.

So, no music.

Unless we call in a favor.

No.

No. She's impossible.

That cover almost...

killed me.

Fine. No music. None at all. No music.

- Okay, fine. I'll call her.
- Thank you.

Now, there are a few new
policies across the board.

The first one is no more
private cars. Uber only.

And as for the flights...

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome aboard United Airlines Flight 19

with service to Milan, Italy.

We'll be coming by with champagne

for our Polaris business class
passengers shortly.

If you're seated in economy,
we do have a full flight today

so please stow your carry-ons
in the overhead compartments

above you and secure
any personal bags or belongings

under the seat in front of you.

I need some... Get me something to drink.

What is wrong with Miranda?

Why is she putting up with this?

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Uh, Ms. Priestly would like a glass

of your finest champagne.

I'm sorry.
That's not served in this cabin.

They have snack boxes.

Mmm. Um...

A snack box perhaps?

Oh, it's so beautiful!

Just click it.

- Look at that.
- What do you think?

- Oh, yeah. Uh-huh.
- What do you think, Benji?

What are you doing?

Uh... Got hypnotized.

Benji's buying Emily a very nice necklace.

Yes, I'm not surprised.

Last week, he bought her a Monet.

And a Klimt.

- Really?
- Oh, yes.

Come on.

- What?
- No, I mean, we're gonna...

Hey, just put it on my tab here.
Just put it on my tab.

Ah. Pronto?

Pronto, si, pronto. Um...

Posso avere il numero di camera...

Yes, I need a room number.

Mommy, Roark said he wants

the eclair from Miss Madeleine,

but it was my idea to go there.

Oh, bunny, what do we do
when we get a bit wobbly?

We... That's right.

- Breathe in, hold...
- Breathe in, hold.

and breathe out.

And don't forget to do the tappy-tap,

tappy-tap it all away.

- There we are. Is that better?
- Uh-huh.

Okay, my love. Now, listen,
can you go get Daddy?

All right. Love ya.

- What's up?
- Frank.

I am in Milan, and as you can see,

I am stretched thinner than a pair of Spanx,

so can you just try parenting?

Go to Miss Madeleine

and get them the bloody eclair.

- I can't do everything.
- You went to Italy.

I'm here. So...

May the bridges I burn light my way.

God.

Hi.

- Andy.
- Do you have a sec?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Okay.

Well, hello.

- Hi.
- Look at us, up before dawn.

I just went for a stroll.
What are you doing?

- Me? Um...
- Yeah. Where are you going?

- Como.
- Ah.

Yeah, I'm doing that story on the winery.

Oh. Right, right.

That's cute.

Dinner tonight?

I always eat with Tom Ford at Da Giacomo.

- Little gossip sesh? Hmm?
- Uh-huh. Um.

Okay, great. I'll text you.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Hmm.

Come on.

Window up. Window up.
Nigel's watching. Nigel.

What? Bloody hell.

There she is.

Oh, hi, honey. Hi. Don't.

I'm sorry. I'm just saying, "hello."

So how long have you had a place here?

- Me?
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, God. Um...
- Grazie.

I don't know. I don't know.

He doesn't remember anything.

Nothing.

Oh, no, no.

Non, non per mio, grazie.

- No, thank you, Massimo.
- Ciao.

Not having anything?

No, I'm not doing water these days.

Trying to operate at an aqua deficit.

- It's poison.
- Not poison.

- It is poison.
- So, uh,

do you think we can pull this off?

Depends on what he's asking.

- Oh, come on, BB.
- What?

You can persuade anyone
of anything. You know that.

Well, that's true. I did persuade this one
to go on a date with me.

To go on a date with you.

I know.

With all of that ear hair.

Oh my... Oh, please.

It was so awful.

Andy, if you had seen me before I met this one.

I had ear hair.

It was like a jungle in there.

So much hair growing out of them.

I had to get him one of the things.

- The buzzy thing.
- The buzzer.

Yeah, and then a lawn mower for the rest.

Can you imagine lawn-mowing my chest?

I know. I just like him
like a bar of soap.

That's right, just hairless.

- Oh, there he is.
- Oh.

What we need to do is get four people on.

We need to get the accountant,

we need to get the business manager.

We need to get everybody's team.

- Everybody's team.
- Jay!

Real quick, then.

You wanna tell me quick?
You can tell me quick.

Jay-Jay!

You wanna tell me slow, you can tell me slow.

- Does he not see us?
- Not at all.

Oh, there you are.

- Oh, hi.
- Hi.

Hey, how was your dinner?

- Lovely. How was yours?
- Mmm.

Oh, you know, I just ordered room service.

- Oh, yeah? Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

I love their baccala mantecato here.

- Yum. It was so good.
- Yeah.

Yeah, they don't have that here.

That's a Venetian dish, not milanese.

- I...
- Tell me the truth.

- What's going on?
- What? Nigel.

You're skulking.

I know a skulk when I see a skulk.

- Tell me.
- And... She's here.

- Morning.
- I can't do this clasp.

Ready?

Obviously, security is going to be very intense.

And we have hired
extensive protezione for the art.

Grazie.

Okay, everybody.

I'd like to run through
the dinner for the clients,

the seating,

so we have a U-shaped table.

That's the head up there.

It's going to end around here someplace,

about 40 people or more...

And we're going to take the brands,

and we're going to mix them up...

Do you know much about The Last Supper?

Not as much as I should.

Painting this particular scene was nothing new.

You can find frescoes of the same subject matter

all over Europe,

but in the other versions,

the man in charge is
usually depicted with a halo.

People think that it was
da Vinci's way of saying,

"We are human. No one is perfect."

Humans are at once glorious and fallible.

And inevitably we deceive and betray one another,

let each other down.

It's what we're built to do.

Would you agree?

Okay. Yes.

What's Andy doing beetling around here?

Scusa.

- Can I help you?
- Miranda knows.

- What do you mean she knows?
- She knows.

- How? Did you blab?
- No, but I don't...

She made it terrifyingly clear to me

she is aware something is up.

Oh, for God's sake.

And I know that we're just doing this to help her

but I honestly can't with the secrets anymore,

so I think we just...
like, we should tell her.

- No...
- Yes.

We will wait until it is done, please.

Emily, dai.

Mi dai un momento?

Perche sei sempre cosi impaziente, Donatella?

Per favore!

Emily, focus.

We need to tell Miranda.

We need to tell her now.

I feel a little bit sick.

I'm so nervous I can't breathe.

- My neck is hot.
- Oh, my God.

Just hide a feeling for once, please.

Oh.

The Emilys.

I thought you were Amari.

Waiting for my Armani.

Has she been human trafficked?

Oh. Uh, Jay sprung for the big suite.

Yeah.

Well, it's a little snug,
but, you know, I'll manage.

How can I help you two?

Um...

- Okay. Miranda.
- Mm-hmm.

What Jay wants to do with Runway,

scaling it so far back that it

doesn't even resemble what it used to be,

cutting my department,

Nigel and most of his department...

How do you know about that?

Look, we all know how important

Runway is and has been.

Yeah, I mean, Runway is practically a religion

and it needs to be protected.

So I think, you know, the question is,

who has the means to acquire it?

Will you two please spit it out already?

Um...

Benji's buying Runway.

Benji? Benji Barnes?

My Benji made Jay Ravitz an offer,

and Jay readily accepted.

And you had a part in this?

Yes, we're doing it to protect Runway and you.

You'll be editor-in-chief
for as long as you want to be.

I'm sorry.

I... I know we've had our differences,

but I just... I...

Well, now, I never realized that you

were capable of this level of betrayal.

Betrayal? No. Miranda,

we're preserving Runway for you.

Oh, no, no, no.

Miss Emily is not preserving
anything for anybody.

Yes, she is.

Yes, of course she is.

Emily.

Emily, tell her.

Yeah, Emily.

Tell her.

Well, she's right.

Benji's buying Runway for me.

So that I can run it.

What are you talking about?

Look, she's had a long run.

A historic run.

But she's exhausted.

And... And I'm fresher and younger.

I want to set tastes, not just cater to them.

Why would... Why would you do this?

She knows why.

I have no idea.

You pushed me out, didn't you?

I did nothing of the kind.

You made Dior hire me to get rid of me.

Why? Why did... Why did you do that?

For the same reason

that you should never
be in charge of Runway, Emily,

because you are beautiful and you're intelligent,

but, no...

you don't have what it takes.

I'm sorry, but you're not a visionary.

You're a vendor.

You don't know that.

You don't know the first thing about me.

You never cared to...

Oh, I think I do, and I also think, deep down...

you know I'm right.

That's all.

Well, Benji's lawyers, they will be in touch.

With all the details.

I had no idea.
I'm... I'm so sorry.

I just felt I had to do something.

I hope that's not what
you're wearing to the dinner.

Hey. What's up? How are you?

Oh, my God, Andy, these pages you sent...

My boss is freaking out.

These are perfect.

Oh. Uh...

So about that, um, I don't...

There's so much promise here.

I'm sending you an offer and a contract.

And, Andy, it's not 50.

It's not 100.

It's 350.

It's three-freaking-fifty.

- No.
- No?

What do... What do you mean, "no"?

Don't you mean, like, "hooray"?

This book,

it could harm Miranda. I don't...

Which is fine because she's atrocious.

It's more complicated than that.

Okay. Stockholm called.
They want their syndrome back.

I... Can I call you back later?

Okay. Thanks for letting me know.

Bye.

The moon?
We've already been to the moon.

And now, of course,
all the boys wanna go to Mars.

Fuck Mars.

Let's go to that big, orange star

that we call the sun.

Totally unexplored!

We've been looking at it for centuries.

I'm gonna build a little rocket.

I'm gonna call it The Icarus.

Icarus did fly too close to the sun.

- He did fly too close.
- He did. And he fried.

That's... You're missing the point, honey.

It's like an irony.

- No, it's not ironic.
- What's going on?

- It's...
- Hmm?

You look like a nervous cat.

Uh...

- Compliment?
- No.

- Hang on a second.
- Oh. Is it... Is it...

I don't know. I'll go find out.

So sorry.

Scusi.

I'm ready to make an announcement.

Whenever you're ready.

Oh, we're not closed yet.

Still ironing out some of the details.

Oh, I see.

So generous what you're doing for Emily.

Oh.

I know she has many plans.

But I do hope that some Runway traditions

are allowed to remain.

Hmm.

Who knows?

Look, the world is changing so fast sometimes

that even I can't comprehend it.

So tradition, well...

I think a day is coming, perhaps very soon,

where, you know,

Runway won't need models

or locations or even designers.

It'll all just, you know, be AI.

Mmm. Mmm.

Surely some things will stay the same.

A commitment to beauty, artistry,

the best in human achievement, maybe.

Maybe.

But...

look around you.

We're in an ancient city that was once part of

one of the greatest empires
that the world has ever known.

Now there's just little traces of it left.

The world is about change.

That's what human beings don't understand.

The future just comes rushing at us like, um...

well, like the lava of Pompeii.

Our job is to just let it take

what it wants to take, you know?

One day, it's going to come

and it's going to smother us all.

And maybe that's the way it has to be, hmm?

Maybe.

Excuse me.

Hey.

You made it.

Yeah, sorry.

I should know those flights

from Copenhagen are always delayed.

Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong?

How will I know when it's time?

Uh...

You'll know.

And if I leave?

What happens?

What will I have?

What do you have?

Well, you have the twins.

You've got one very badly behaved dog.

Gotta talk to you about him.

And, um...

you have me.

Yes?

Yes.

Yeah.

You bet.

You bet.

But what I have...

Don't decide anything based on what you feel now.

You just imagine tomorrow.

Wake up, you have an espresso,

you look out the window
at all the layers of Milan,

then you think

what's the next thing you want to do.

No, grazie.

No, grazie.

Mi dispiace. Non...
Non sono... Sono arriv...

Come on.

Pull yourself together.
We have work to do.

And by we, I mean you.

I have shows to attend.

You have phone calls to make.

I have a long list of people for you to wrangle.

I don't wanna tell you what to do,
but I'm gonna tell you

what to do. Please wake her up.

Wake him up. You can wake her up.

This is just worth it. You will thank me.

I'm going to have
to call you back. Wake him up.

It's a good thing. The clock is ticking.

Will you give me the number if I stop talking?

Yes, you do have the information.

My boss is badder than your boss.

I really need to talk to them.

As soon as possible.

I've just been trying all day.

Can you please wake them up?

I have had a lot of caffeine, yes.

Is Andrea here yet?

Can you please try again?

No, not like a hypothetical now.

Like, now now. Don't you wanna win?

Um, sorry.

It's, uh, time.

Have you heard from Andrea yet?

No, not yet.

- So, which way do I go?
- This way.

Uh, this is good. I like...

Gaga.

I was surprised to hear from you.

Really?

Why is that?

Because you don't like me.

Oh.

What an absurd notion.

You are such a favorite,

and we are so grateful
that you're doing this for us.

Well, of course I'm doing it.

Nigel said that I'd never get

another cover if I didn't do it.

Hmm.

Did he say that?

Doesn't sound like him.

No.

You're right.

Um, it sounds like someone else I know.

- You can get dressed now.
- Oh.

I better go.

Break a leg.

Bye-bye.

Who let her in here?

I understand. Yeah.

But if you could ju...

It is?

That's great. Thank you.

No, thank you, thank you.

I'm going to get her right now.

Thank you so much.

Buonasera. Allora, dove...

Okay, so it took all day,

and my cell phone bill

is gonna be a nightmare, but...

I did it.

Your plan worked.

Are you sure?

Yes, but we have to go now if we're going.

- Now?
- So...

So, are we? Are we doing this?

There's a slight problem.

I have to host this evening, you know?

I have to give the keynote speech.

No. There's someone else who can do it.

There's someone else who can
speak on behalf of Runway

and represent it just as well as you

if you let him.

Who?

Oh.

Oh, he doesn't want to...

He would never...

I would know if he wanted to...

do things like that.

When you pair this up with that black dress.

Can you do that for me? Right. Hurry up.

Have I taken you for granted?

What?

In a world where everyone shouts and complains

and whines and screws up and tries to cover up...

there's you.

Mmm.

I mean, there's always been you.

Yeah. Well...

And I need you. I need you to help me.

Okay.

Because I'm leaving right now.

And I need you to speak for us instead of me.

No. I can't do that.

Of course you can.

- You're brilliant.
- No, I can't. I'm... I'm not.

Of course you are.

Also, you wrote the damn speech, so...

I know you know it.

Please, Nigel.

Okay, okay. Okay.

Thank you.

Okay.

Grazie.
Grazie. Buona sera a tutti.

Tonight, I am here

to talk about the love affair

between Runway and Italy.

And about Runway's continued pursuit

of the excellent and the unparalleled,

in the world that we love so much.

The world of la moda.

Look, it's not about the money.

And it's not about the price tag either.

I'm seeing it as I'm getting
all the bang for the buck

because I'm getting a magazine,

but I'm also getting a creative mind

that does something that I can't do.

Okay, well, I did have one thought.

And tell me if this is a bit too much,

but I was thinking for the first issue...

Uh-huh.

that the cover girl could...
could be...

A lion tamer, or a magician's assistant?

- Oh, a trapeze artist.
- My God.

Do you work in a circus, Benji?

No. Me. Me. This means me.

Oh, right.

Ugh. That is brilliant.

Yes!

I know!

Because I'm a role model,

and most role models
are not a sample size, are they?

- That's true.
- Bit heftier usually.

Oh.

Okay, I'm gonna call my PR girl,

and I'm gonna have them issue a statement
tout de suite

- that you are the cover girl.
- My guy's pinging me nonstop.

What is it, Brad?

Can we swing those points?

How much cash?

Equity?

Is it syndicated?

- Just chic, quite stark.
- Oh, right.

Okay.

I'm aligned.

Just leave the creative to me.

We just do that simple black-and-white shot.

I don't want to do black-and-white.

- Why?
- Looks a little old-fashioned.

I think it'd be elegant and chic.
Old Hollywood.

So, here's the thing.

I've been trying to unload
Elias-Clarke for years.

Dad wouldn't let me.

Some sentimental hang-up.

But just now,

an offer just fell from the sky.

- So I took it.
- Uh...

- Sorry...
- Sorry.

Are you saying that you sold
Runway to someone else?

I sold all of Elias-Clarke,

including Runway, to someone else.

No, you didn't.

Sorry, guys.

People.

- No, no. Wait, wait, wait...
- It could be a good thing.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait...
- No, no. Don't be upset.

wait, wait, wait, wait.

I don't like it when you're upset.

How could you have let this happen to me?

Who did this to me? Who?

I have complete confidence in you.

- Hello.
- Hi.

As the editor of Runway
and our global head of content,

you'll have all the resources you need.

Show the world what you can do.

Oh, we will.

We will.

Do you think
she'll be able to stay out of things?

You heard her. Hands off. For now.

Mm-hmm.

You know, I should thank you.

You really woke me up. Somehow.

You should still write that book.

350K, that's nothing to sneeze at.

How did I know? Oh, Andy.

People run to tell you this kind of news.

They run.

No, you should write it,

and you should keep all the juicy bits in.

How impatient I am.

And... demanding and imperious

and, you know...

how much of my children's lives I've missed

and, yeah...

Just, uh, put it all in there.

Because people should know.

They should know there's a cost.

But, boy, I love working.

I really do. Don't you?

Yeah. I just love it.

But if you write this book accurately,

you know, it could buy me
a couple more years at the top.

I'm not gonna do that to you, Miranda.

Not anymore.

Why not? Oh, 'cause we're a team now?

Hmm. Okay, go ahead.

Tell yourself that you wanted to save me.

That's a nice story.

And you are a good storyteller, but, no,

what you wanted to save was yourself.

Elias-Clarke is just the last piece of wood

floating next to the Titanic.

And for now, yeah, there is room for both of us.

But...

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I did it to keep my life. But...

Hmm, we can still do good work together.

Well, we have no choice.

- Pinocchio.
- Mm-mmm.

- Oh, my God.
- Altro Pinocchio.

Pinocchio grande.

Andy, this is...
Thank you. This is very sweet,

but, you know, she doesn't need any of this.

Nobody needs anything,

but who doesn't love a freebie?

It's a Valentino. Oh, my God.

Do you love it?

- You love me.
- I love you.

- Mmm. Thank you.
- 'Course.

So... did you call him yet?

No.

I'm worried I'll say the wrong thing.

Andy, go see him. Say the wrong thing.

It's part of it.

Stop.

Sono felice di vederti.

I learned to say,
uh, "I'm happy to see you."

- In Italian?
- Yes, that was Italian.

Well, sono...

I'm happy to see you in Italian too.

Listen, um...

we didn't have a perfect hello,

and we certainly didn't have a perfect goodbye.

But maybe that doesn't mean anything

except we're not perfect.

And maybe we should just be not perfect together.

I would love that.

- Hello again.
- Hello again.

Hello.

- Cool hair.
- Thank you.

Well, I screwed up. Rather royally.

It's okay.

Really?

Everyone screws up.

Well, I'm obviously very happy to hear that.

Although slightly shocked you'd compromise

your much vaunted values for me, but...

Yeah. Well, you know, sometimes you gotta.

How are things at Coach?

I mean, honestly, fine. Great.

It's... It's fine.

Those other people were so mean about my French.

- Oh.
- Got a bit sick of it.

Do you know that I called you?

Yeah, I do. That's why we're sitting here.

No, I mean after you left Runway the first time.

I called you.

- You called me?
- I called you.

You...

Oh, yeah, I remember.
I got a pocket dial from you.

Bloody hell.

No, I wanted us to be...

I thought we could be pals.

- No. Don't make that face.
- No. But...

- It's not a big deal. It's...
- You wanted to be friends?

Yes, well, it's obviously too late now, isn't it?

Why?

Because I'm, like, persona non grata.

That's why.

Not to me.

And can I just say,

you're gonna get your shot to be

whatever it is that you do wanna be.

I don't know about that.

You know Benji broke up with me.

It's gonna be so hard
to find that kind of patron again.

You don't need him,

or a fashion house, or a patron, or anything.

You don't need... You are iconic.

Well, that is a lovely compliment.

So...

friends?

I don't want to hold your hand,

but yes. Friends.

Okay.

What is wrong with my eyebrows?

Look, it's not... it's not fatal.

I'm gonna take you somewhere,

and it's gonna be a transformation.

- All right.
- All right.

- Thank you so much.
- Oh, um, I don't know...

No, they are. I ordered them.

Don't carb shame me. Just a little appy.

Don't you know that shared carbs

have no calories?

You know what? I think I do.

Jin, you gotta stop.
You're a junior editor now.

But we match.

I get your same order
'cause I wanna be just like you.

Thank you. Is that dress...

Gaultier? Yeah. I thrifted it,

but the listing was misspelled. Steal.

- Oh, hey. Did you get the...
- Yes. Yeah.

I'm working on the budget now.

Mmm.

This is cute. You and me
together for the long run.

Like you said, fate's funny like that.

Yeah, that's true.

Fate and a couple of well-timed texts

to Jay Ravitz. Yeah.

With a glowing recommendation from me, of course.

This whole time

you thought that this job
just dropped into your lap.

Come here.

So sweet.

Forever my girl.

Here's the last folder for assistant number one.

That's me. Thank you.

Congratulations on your promotion, Amari.

Thank you.

I really deserved it, didn't I?

Certainly.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Hi.

Miranda Priestly's office.

Uh, draft of the lead story
for next month. Hard copy.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Something else?

Not right now.

Go.