All language subtitles for Privileged s01e09 Insrities.eng

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is this sage baker?

speaking. nigel barker told me

i need to be in the
sage and rose business.

we are having lunch with
patricia kingston tomorrow!

who's patricia kingston?

huge publicist!

part of the reason that
i wanted to work here

was so that i could meet people
that were worth writing about.

who's more accomplished than laurel?

you're writing an unauthorized
biography of laurel?

i did something bad. what did you do?

i decided to do more research on laurel.

♪♪♪

i??

well, maybe you shouldn't tell her.

if i could turn back time

and unlearn what i learned, i would.

what do you want from me?

i don't want anything from you.

well, let's see how
honorable you really are.

today is finally here!

you nearly cost me my eyebrows.

i'm sorry, i've just been
waiting for today for so long,

and now it's finally here.

and quite frankly,

it could not have come at a better time.

my best friend from yale is
flying in from new york today.

her name is caryn,

and you're going to love her.

well, i'm only starting to love you.

let's not muddy the waters.

we were roommates all four years.

we were both scholarship students
in the honors journalism program.

anyway, now she works as an
assistant at the finley review.

ooh, fancy. mm-hmm.

and we've both been so busy,

we haven't seen each other in forever.

it'll be nice to finally have
someone to commiserate with.

marco, i need to see the final
menu for the shareholder's dinner.

marco: right away.

morning, laurel.

you can bring it into my office.

and the hate continues.

no, it's just a phase. she goes
through that with everyone. it'll pass.

ah, i'm not so sure this one will.

mmm, not that she doesn't have
a reason to be angry at me, but...

you ever gonna tell me why?

nope.

ooh, good, you're here!

see, that's the kind of greeting i like.

danke.

so my friend caryn is
flying in from new york

and she's gonna stay with
me for a couple of days,

and i was hoping you could show us

some of that rich-ass
palm beach livin'.

you know, maybe we could take a spin
on of your yachts tomorrow afternoon.

how many yachts do you think i have?

ok, well, if the yacht's unavailable,

we'll go for a ride on
your horses or elephants.

you're the billionaire,
you tell me what's going on.

as much as i'd love to take
you ladies out for a spin

on the davis family elephants,

sorry to say that i'm working this week.

you're what?

i'm working.

didn't it ever occur to
you that i might have a job?

uh, no.

but that's probably 'cause
i've known you for 4 months,

and you never mentioned you had one,

but i'm silly like that.

i work for peter friedland.

he's a sports photographer.

hey, like you. like me...

except he gets paid

and published and all that good stuff.

he does mostly freelance,

so whenever he's doing
something in town,

he hires me to get his
coffee, do his bidding

and absorb his genius.

you do coffee runs?

you are blowin' my mind here, william.

yeah, well...

tomorrow he's giving me a
really cool break, actually.

there's this charity tennis
tournament over in west palm,

and he's gonna let me cover
it and critique my work.

really? that's amazing.

i can probably score you and your friend

some seats if you want.

the brian brothers are playing.

well, that would be great.

i mean, if the safari's unavailable.

you know i don't really
own any elephants, right?

i don't know! hey, girls.

big week next week.

finals are just around the corner.

we gotta get serious.

first up is english lit.

aww, yeah!

do you know that since
you moved into this house,

i actually look forward to
going to school every morning.

aw, thanks, sage. not a compliment.

ok, well, you don't have to
worry about me finishing it,

because i am so loving
a farewell to arms.

and i'm only a few chapters in,

but i'm already picturing
james franco as frederick.

how hot would that be?

oh, so hot.

and i'm glad you like it.

that's really great, rose.

yeah, well, some of the
vocab's a little tough,

but i'm using that online
dictionary you showed me.

lly making a big difference.

oh, good, 'cause when we
get around to s.a.t. stuff,

that's really
going to help--

oh! ooh, ooh, ooh!

ooh, ooh, ooh!

you're here!

i'm here! yay! hi!

come on.

give me your stuff,
give me your stuff.f,

oh, my god!

i cannot believe you
actually live here now!

i am in awe.

and i am in awe of your outfit.

thanks!

not a compliment.

why do people just assume?

uh, caryn, this is rose

and sage baker. girls,

this is caryn, my best friend from yale.

oh, nice to meet you.

you, too.

yeah. let's go, rose.
we're going to be late.

bye.

do you realize that
one pair of their shoes

would, like, pay my rent for a month?

i don't mean to make you sad,

but a half a pair of
those shoes would cover it.

[chuckles] oh, sorry. hang on.

ugh, it's work. you wanna answer it?

no, i'm gonna call back later.

my boss is being such a nightmare.

i don't think he understands
the concept of vacation.

yeah, my boss hasn't exactly been
a joy to be around lately, either.

i thought you loved your boss.

i did. i mean, i do.

uh...it just got weird.

oh. it sounds like a good,
old-fashioned bitch session is in order.

yes, yes.

a million times yes.

oh, actually, that's my stuff.

oh, no, no, don't worry.

that's rami. he's the butler.

oh. hi, rami the butler.

do not hug me.

ok.

a butler with space issues.

come on, let me show you around. ok.

ok, then, what about the perfume idea?

we love perfume.

mmm, we can't do anything with make-up.

it's too close to laurel.

we don't want this to seem
like a nepotism situation.

plus, i promised my tutor no publicizing

until after 3 p.m.

hmm, girls. here's
the sit-i-ation.

you've definitely got the "it" factor,

and you may be a big deal
here on rich people island,

but you cross that bridge,
nobody's ever heard of you.

well, that sucks.

well, i mean, not necessarily.

i mean, it just means we
can make you into anything.

we just have to start somewhere.

anywhere. anything.

do you blog? ugh.

you know, the little
one's getting on my nerves.

we don't mean to be picky.

it's just, we've all seen

how these things can go.

i mean, a regional print ad,

some bad reality tv,

and then perez catches you
with a drink in your hand

and your 15 minutes are up.

are you kidding? what 15 minutes?

most crazies get a full
primetime hour these days.

but we want more than that.

we want longevity; a career.

i mean, look at madonna.

that woman is literally
a hundred years old,

and she's still relevant.

that's what we want.

yes, but queen esther,

she arrived on the scene with a
clear, definable skill, all right?

you have to give me
something to work with.

rose can sing.

mmm! yeah, i can.

and sage is practically
an expert at the guitar.

yeah. eric clapton has
a house next to ours

in turks and caicos. he
taught me all kinds of stuff.

well, how come you didn't
mention this before?

we didn't think it mattered.

well, it certainly makes my job easier.

do you have something i can listen to?

um, yeah, laurel, she bought us

a day at the recording
studio for our sweet 16.

i can bring you a copy
of the single we cut.

good.

and i can get you eric's
number if you need it.

mmm, yeah, no thanks. i have it.

all right, good. give me some time

to work this new angle out,

and i will get back to you, all right?

ciao, bellas.

our first professional meeting.

i feel so business-y.

i know.

maybe we should hire an assistant.

i can't believe you pulled the plug

on the whole laurel book.

i thought it was such a great idea.

i know, i know, and i was
having so much fun with it,

but then things got
off-track with laurel.

which i still don't understand.

i mean, the book was
basically a love letter to her.

it's complicated.

and now i just feel totally stalled.

oh, i know.

i spend most of my time making copies,

and when i'm not doing that,
i'm going on coffee runs

for my boss and making sure

the deli doesn't put too much mustard

on his pastrami sandwich.

i'm so glad i got my ivy league degree.

oh, laurel.

um, this is my friend caryn.

would you like to explain this to me?

i don't know what that is.

it's the girls' progress reports.

oh, yeah, yeah. i put that
on your desk a while ago.

you must have been out of town.

please. it's obvious why you wanted

to keep these from
me. they're not exactly

setting the academic
world on fire, are they?

um, i wasn't trying to
keep anything from you.

i--i thought you'd
be pleased to see

how much their grades have
gone up since last year.

i couldn't care less about last year.

it's this year that counts.

and from what i can tell,

you're not working nearly hard enough.

i'm so sorry.

i'm just gonna take this outside.

i don't recall giving you
permission to have a houseguest.

i cleared it with geraldine.

geraldine doesn't have the authority

to decide who sleeps under this roof.

if you're gonna use my home as
your own personal ritz carlton,

you should ask me directly.

i'm
sorry. i--

i tried to get a hold of you,

but you've been a little
hard to pin down lately.

you've made your bed, megan.

i suggest you figure
out how to lie in it.

i know.

was--is that
your boss, too?

it was.

oh, my god.

did we just get chewed
out simultaneously,

because that would be almost poetic.

not exactly. um...

oh, no.
did--

did you just get fired?

actually, no.

um...ha ha, i just got promoted.

oh! really?

ah, well, that is great!

wow! congratulations.

you are in luck, because marco

just happened to bake some of his famous

"congratulations on becoming

an assistant editor" cupcakes.

how fortunate that i happen to be

an assistant editor in
need of congratulations.

yeah, it worked out kinda nicely, huh?

if he made his "mazal tov on
your bar mitzvah" brownies.

you are so sweet to do this.

and i was thinking.

yes?

ok, this might be
slightly awkward, but...

now that the assistant position

at the finley review is available,

i was thinking maybe
you'd want to take it.

your old job?

it would be so much fun.

you could move back to new york.

we could get an apartment together.

i mean, this is exactly
the kind of job you wanted

right out of college.

well, it was the job that
i wanted out of college.

i applied for it, but
you got it, remember?

that's how i wound up at page 11.

oh, i didn't--i didn't
want this to be awkward.

no, it's not. it's
not. it's just--

you know, i sort of have
already done the assistant thing.

and, you know, come on.

you were just telling me
how awful that job was.

i was being a whiner.

this job is so much closer to doing

what you actually want to be doing.

i hate to see you wasting
your time as a nanny--

i'm a tutor, not a nanny.

megan... come on.

we're gonna be late for
will's tennis tournament.

you're mad, aren't you?

no, i'm not mad. i...

it's hard.

i mean, come on.

yesterday when you got here,

we were on the same page.

and now you're on a completely
different stratosphere,

and i'm sort of... all the
misery without the company.

i know, i'm--
i'm sorry.

don't be! i'm psyched for you.

and i appreciate you wanting to help,

but i'm happy here.

come on! i am.

i just need to get another
project going, that's all.

and you and i both know that
i wouldn't get any writing done

if i took some crazy
assistant job in new york.

that's probably true.

if i'm gonna get a book off the ground,

this is the best place for me to be.

now! you ready to see a sporting event?

ok, tell me again why we're doing this?

oh, you'll see, trust me.

all right.

that book was so lame.

i can't believe they
make us read this crap.

you're finished, already?

why would an american
guy join the italian army?

it makes no sense.

my ass could write better
than ernest hemingway.

wait, how could you be done already?

i'm barely halfway.

well, maybe if you
didn't waste all your time

looking up every other word,

you'd be done, too.

hey, megan says that
increasing my vocabulary

is the easiest way to
boost my...comprehension.

megan is old.

hello?

?? patricia, hey!

patricia: sage, honey... where's
your sister? we gotta talk.

are you both there? i'm
gonna knock your socks off.

hey, patricia, we're both on.

patricia: my darlings,
i have some amazing news.

sit down.

all right, listen up.

the lauren-kate consortium
is a group of investors.

they're artists, they're
musicians, movie stars;

creative people with much too much money

who party like it's 1999.

ok, she's old. shh!

anyway, they own dozens of
nightclubs from l.a. to dubai,

and tomorrow night, they are
opening one in miami called chanm?

all right? big opening, and
you two are going to be there.

you are gonna walk the red carpet,

you are gonna smile for the cameras...

that sounds great!

yeah, well, it gets
even greater, all right?

they are looking for
a hot girl opening act,

and because i work miracles, thank you,

you two are the hot girls.

hello?

both: we're here!

all right, listen, pick one song.

just some cool cover, ok?

tomorrow afternoon is the
rehearsal and the sound check.

tonight i need you to meet with adelmo,

my favorite stylist. are you with me?

i hope you girls are ready to be famous,

'cause you're gonna be.

oh, my god!

we're gonna be famous!

caryn: ok, now i get it.

yay, sports.

i told you.

although you might want to at
least pretend to watch the game.

or the match, or whatever
it is they call it.

who can pay attention with all
this man candy in front of us?

now i understand why
you're so happy here.

caryn! what?!

will is basically the hottest guy ever.

why haven't you thrown
yourself at his feet?

'cause i have a little self respect.

i want to put him a cracker.

i'm sorry to interrupt,
but the man you're ogling

happens to be someone i know, so...

oh, we are not ogling. she is ogling.

just in case you were going
to report back this incident.

how close are you guys?
and by that i mean,

do you know what type
he usually goes for?

well, you have to ask
him. i'm just his boss.

you're peter friedland?!

yes, i am. hi!

yeah. and you are?

i'm megan smith. this
is my friend caryn green.

hi, nice to meet you.

oh, will has told me all about you.

he's so excited he'll
be working for you.

oh, he's a good kid. takes
pretty decent shots, too.

so how do you know will?

oh, um, he's my neighbor.
well, he's not my neighbor,

but he lives in the house next to
the house that i live in palm beach.

palm beach?

yeah, yeah. i
work-slash-live at les anges

and he lives with his parents
over at via tranquilla.

i love how all the
fancy palm beach mansions

have names. it's hilarious. i know.

i guess i never realized that
will lived with his parents.

oh, no, no, i don't want
you to get the wrong idea.

he doesn't live there because he has to.

he's not a slacker or anything.

i mean, if my family owned
half of the oil in this country,

i would probably live with
them until i got married.

wait a second, are you telling
me that will davis is...

will davis as in davis oil?

um, yeah.

sorta seems like he didn't know that.

yeah. i'm starting to get that idea.

it's a shame.

hey, will, gotta talk.

oh, hey, megan. you're not
really supposed to be up here.

and my boss
is there, so--

oh, i know, i know.

we're sitting next to him. he's so nice.

oh. right. well, have fun.

ok, will do. but here's the thing.

can we talk later? i really have to...

for sure. in a jiff.

um, i just wanted to
give you a head's up.

i told peter friedland that
you were really, really rich.

not sure if that's important to you,

but just wanted to let you know, ok?

wait, you did what?! ok,
guess it is important.

glad i checked in with you.

that--that was
an amazing shot.

well, i'm sorry you missed that.

come on.

all right, explain this to me.

how did you manage to
work my family's money

into the conversation?

well, uh, i didn't do it on purpose.

it just sort of came out. i
didn't know it was a secret.

it's not a secret.

it's just not something
that my boss needed to know.

i'm so
sorry. i--

but if it makes you feel any better,

i don't think he thinks
it's that big of a deal.

yeah, it is.

i didn't tell peter who my family was

because i wanted us to
have a normal relationship.

i mean, he probably wouldn't have
hired me if he knew who i was.

that's crazy.

not so much. i bet a lot of people

would think that it's odd that
i'm working for $10 an hour

bringing some guy coffee and wiping
off dirty camera lenses all day.

ok, well, he may think it's odd,

but he can't fire you for being rich.

never mind. you don't--
you don't get it.

no, i do, i do get it.
you want him to like you

for who you are, but he does.

he just told me that he
thought you were a good kid.

it's not about him liking me for me.

all right? i'm not marrying the guy.

it's just that our whole
dynamic is going to be off now.

i think you're overreacting...

no, it's not about what you think.

i'm sorry.

it was an accident.

never mind.

all right, it's fine.

i gotta get back out there.

all this for a study session?

we crammed for our chaucer final on
nothing but cold pizza and pop rocks.

and if i remember
correctly, we both aced it.

well, these girls have a
little bit harder time focusing.

so if a little cucumber water

gets them to read a few
chapters, than so be it.

did i tell you, my first assignment

is to help my boss edit
a piece by michael chabon.

holy crap, you're kidding me.

that's amazing. hey, girls.

ooh, a little fancy schmancy
for a night of studying, huh?

we're going out.

uh, no, you're not.

we have a study session, remember?

oh, well, i mean, we just figured

it was canceled since
you have a friend in town.

hi, marcy.

um, it's caryn, and nice try.

but get your butts in the seats.

mm-mmm, not happening.

we have a meeting with our new stylist.

what stylist-- what
are you talking about?

laurel already signed
off on the whole thing,

and since it has nothing
to do with school,

it's none of your business.

well, laurel also came to me very upset

about your recent progress reports.

so there's a little discrepancy.

look, girls, i don't
know what's going on here,

but this final counts
for 30% of your grade.

we still have to deal
with subtext and symbolism

archetypes, historical contexts.

i wish i could put you in a
historical context right now.

ok, wait, look, megan,

we're really sorry about tonight,

but we cannot get out of this.

it's like a huge deal. what is it?

[sighs] whatever.

tell her. ok.

we signed with a really huge publicist

who's helping us get started
on, like, career stuff.

[scoffs] megan: what?

look, i promise you it won't get
in the way of school stuff, ok?

it already is getting in the way.

no, but we can do both!

i mean, you find time to do your job

and all your personal stuff, right?

yeah, but i'm a multitasker at heart.

so that's what we'll be.

unless you don't think we can do it.

which would mean you
don't believe in us,

which would really suck.

rose, i believe in you girls,

but you can't keep
skipping study sessions, ok?

hmm. that took forever.

thank you for being so cool about
this. i won't let you down, ok?

bye.

are you not dying to know
what their career thing is?

i'm guessing nuclear physics.

i'm kidding!

no, i know.

ugh. they're not usually like that.

well, they were, but i thought
we were making so much progress.

meggie, those girls are never
going to care about school

the way you and i did.

don't kill yourself over it.

well, i guess the good news is

is that now i have a night off.

we can get all dolled
up and hit the clubs.

what?! don't look at me like that!

we are gonna have a real
miami night out on the town.

oh, my god, do you remember

that guy in postmodern drama

with the fake british accent?

oh, he was so annoying!

and he got away with calling
professor bernstein bob.

i mean, who does that? i know!

it is so great having you here.

i miss having a girlfriend around.

i miss you, too.

and i've been thinking.

just hear me out, ok?

you are an amazingly talented writer.

it's silly for you not to be

working on something just
because of this tutoring job.

i told you, i was going
to find a new project.

i just haven't figured
out what that is yet.

well, if you ask me, it's
staring you right in the face.

uh, pork fried rice?

the effects of msg, extreme bloating?

your life.

think about it.

what you are experiencing
right now is outrageous.

i bet the finley review would be very
interested in something like this.

i doubt the finley
review would be interested

in publishing a story about me.

well, not just you.

it would be an expos? on your life here.

a broke yale
graduate--

whose apartment burned down.

whose apartment burned down,

gets a job working as a tutor

at a fancy palm beach mansion,

neighbor to a handsome billionaire
who works for minimum wage...

who works for minimum wage

and probably isn't
speaking to me anymore.

see, it totally writes itself.

it's like nanny diaries
meets devil wears prada

with an edgy, tmz spin.

i couldn't do that. why not?

it's your story, so you don't
have to get anyone's permission.

and you're the one who said

that you wanted to stay in
palm beach so you can write.

so...why not write this?

that's true, but...

it's not so crazy when
you think about it.

you've always been so convinced

that you wanted to write
someone else's biography.

maybe you're supposed
to be writing your own.

these are good, will.

some of these are very good.

oh, you really think so? i wasn't sure

about the composition with this batch.

no, i like them, they're good.

oh, no, no, sit down.

it's ok, it's ok, really.

i'm sure the waiter will
reappear one of these days.

what?

i've been refilling your coffee
for over a year now, peter.

you never had a problem with it before.

i didn't know you would wipe
your ass with my paychecks before.

i'm sorry, was that too blunt?

nope.

i get it.

but i hope you can understand why i
chose to not tell you about my situation.

money makes most people uncomfortable,

and you assumed i was
one of those people,

which means you must not
think very highly of me.

no, that's not the case at all.

well, then what is it, will?

i'm curious.

what goes through the mind

of a twenty-something billionaire?

i just didn't want you to
question my dedication to this job.

i'm very grateful for the opportunity

to work with you and learn from you.

i'm very passionate about photography.

oh, i know you are.

i take this very seriously.

i just needed you to treat me
like you treat anybody else.

fair enough.

go on, get me a refill, kid.

no, i'm just kidding.

sit down. what are you doing?

sit. i'm just messing with you. sit.

really. hey, just out of curiosity...

how much are you worth, actually?

♪ never know how much i love you ♪

♪ never know how much i care ♪

♪ when you put your arms around me ♪

♪ i get a fever that's so hard to bare ♪

♪ you give me fever ♪

♪when you kiss me ♪

♪ fever when you hold me tight ♪

♪ a fever ♪

♪ in the morning ♪

♪ fever all through the night ♪

♪ everybody's got the fever ♪

♪ that is something you all know ♪

♪ fever isn't ♪

♪ such a new thing ♪

♪ fever started long ago ♪

rose baker, people!

was that ok?

are you kidding me? you are
a star, my little lovely.

you are a freaking star!
holly, call lenka's people,

tell them we will not need
her this weekend after all.

thank them, ok? you had backup for us?

no, no, no, don't be silly, honey.

it was a whole different thing.

so you really think we were good?

i think you were spectacular!

i mean, when i got that cd,

i thought maybe you'd broken
out the digital voice enhancer,

but you are the real deal.

what about-- what
about me? was i ok?

yes, honey, you looked very pretty.

you just keep doing
what you're doing, ok?

all right, listen to me.

have you ever thought
about getting into acting?

i mean, with those pipes, what,

you could--you could be
in the sequel to hairspray!

lucy: i don't think i'd
be that good at acting.

yeah, you know what, zac efron
said the same thing to me,

and look at him now. sit down for a bit.

ok.

all right, here's the deal.

here's what i want you to do.

i want you...

rose? sage?

caught under a shoe avalanche?

hello?

what's with the furrowed brow?

someone suck all the
cream out of your ÉClair?

ugh. sorry.

sometimes the cooking
metaphors go astray.

so where's your brainy gal pal?

she's on the phone with michael chabon.

that's right.

she's schmoozing with pulitzer
prize winning novelists,

and i'm pretty much a
glorified baby-sitter.

not that glorified.

i mean, i could be
writing, too, you know.

all right? i got ideas.

and instead of collaborating
with brilliant writers,

i'm getting ditched by the girls again.

so why don't you talk to laurel?

i would love to talk to laurel,

but she won't take any of my calls.

and she gets all mad about the
girls' grades not being good enough,

but then she lets them
hire a freaking publicist!

i mean, it's like she wants me to fail.

so don't let her. why not?

i mean, seriously, marco.

why am i the only one busting
my ass if nobody cares?

i mean, if nobody wants me around,

then why the hell am i here?

ok, if i knew you were
throwing a pity party,

i would have whipped
up some hours d'oeuvres.

i'm sorry. it's just...

i don't know, i thought
having caryn here

would make me feel better about my life,

but it's only made me feel worse.

and i know the race is long,
and it's only with myself,

but...i don't know, sometimes it's nice

just to have a running buddy, you know?

well, if you're looking for
someone to commiserate with,

why don't you call will?
boy's got real problems.

what kind of problems does will have?

did he forget to charge his golf cart?

no. he lost his job.

they were saying that the deadline
might have changed for that? [mouthing]

um, yeah, yeah, no, no,
no, they told me about that.

absolutely. yeah, i am, um,

i just want you to know, you
know, whatever you need from me.

i mean, i can do copies, i
can do it from here, actually.

i'm flying in tomorrow,
so i'll be available--

will: hey, this is will. leave a
message and i'll get back to you.

hi.

it's me.

megan...smith.

red hair.

i was, uh, just calling

to apologize again.

and to see how you were doing,

and you probably hate me right now,

which i totally understand.
it's perfectly warranted.

but anyway, if you just
want to give me a call back,

that would be great, ok?

ok. uh, bye.

yeah. yes.

ok, great, yeah, yeah.

tomorrow at 7:00, i
will definitely be there.

girls! there you are.

oh, you look spectac!

oh, you're sparkly.

ready to work those magic pipes, huh?

well, i guess. all right, good.

i want to introduce
you to perez, all right?

not only can he make anybody famous,

but his website is the perfect
place to drop your single.

single? mm-hmm.

stick with me, you'll
have an entire album.

you mean me and sage, right?

what? well, the album.

it'd be for us to do together?

yeah, absolutely. come on. perez! whoo!

honey!

hi!

look at you, you are wasting away!

i'll take that as a compliment.

is there any other way to take it?

this is rose baker.

all right? she is the
next amy winehouse--

minus the crack habit. and
this is sage, her sister.

rose is working on some music.

i'm telling you, it's
gonna blow you away.

tell him about your music, honey.

is she a mute?

ha ha, you'll have to forgive my sister.

she gets very shy when
she talks about her music.

besides, she's saving her
voice for the performance.

i understand. her majesty
does the same thing.

love madonna, she's our hero.

in fact, i think our first single
will be reminiscent of ray of light,

but with a totally retro, beastie
boys, run dmc hip-hop vibe.

shut up!

i love it!

i can't wait to hear it.

we can't wait to play it for you.

darling, i think this is the beginning

of a beautiful friendship.

well, come on, let's take a picture.

there you go.

i amam so sad you're leaving early.

the fun was just getting started.

i know. i wish i could stay!

♪♪♪

♪♪

did hot neighbor call you back yet?

no.

he's probably still mad at me.

not .???

oh, stop it!

it is not your fault he got fired, ok?

and if he is mad at
you, he's just another

palm beach idiot. end of story.

so listen, i, um,

i spoke to my boss about your article.

he's very interested.

what article?

well, i presented it as an article,

but you know, you could always
write it as a first chapter,

and then maybe we could do a book

like gopnik did with
paris to the moon--

whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait, caryn.

back up. i never said i was
going to be writing that piece.

how could you not?

it's--it's such
a great idea.

it's not like i can write that

while i'm still working here,

and i'm certainly not in any position

to be quitting right now.
no, why would you quit?

no, it's way better if you
stay here longer, anyway.

you get more dirt that way.

i don't care about the dirt.

that's not the kind of
writing that i want to do.

and...more importantly,

that's not the kind of
person that i want to be.

you wouldn't be writing
anything that isn't true.

i mean, laurel is an ice queen,

and those girls are vapid princesses

who can't read a book
without cucumber water.

hey! i'm overstating
for dramatic purposes,

but you know what i mean.

they're not like that at all, and the
fact that you're judging them so harshly

without even
knowing them--

oh, you are being way
too sensitive here, ok?

it's called journalism.

no, it's not journalism.

it's tacky and cheap and
i'm not going to do it.

you're really putting me in
a bad situation, megan, ok?

i already told my boss
we were gonna do this,

and he got all excited.

well, you shouldn't have done that!

why do you care about
these people so much?

they obviously don't
give a crap about you.

we're going through a rough patch.

it's not always like this.

i-i don't even know you right now.

the megan i knew would have killed

for an opportunity like this.

this is the kind of situation
you and i used to dream about--

no! it's not.

and if you ever thought that i was

the kind of person that would
intentionally hurt someone

just to get ahead at a stupid magazine,

then...you really didn't know me at all.

i'll talk to you later.

i wonder how long it'll take before
our pictures are posted online.

[yawns] oh, i don't know.

oh, you were so good with perez.

i still cannot get over it.

wasn't he so nice? yeah.

♪♪♪

oh, without a doubt.

i can't believe orlando bloom
gave you his phone number.

are you going to call him?

hello? what?

oh, never mind.

we'll do a recap later. i'm exhausted.

yeah, me, too.

i didn't know we'd be out that late.

get some rest.

you got a lot of bragging
to do at school tomorrow.

yeah, and our first final.

oh, right. blecch!

megan: where's the
butler when you need him?

you were actually going to
leave without saying good-bye?

i didn't think you'd want to talk to me.

come on.

don't you remember some of the
blowout fights we had in college?

last night wouldn't have even
registered on the richter scale.

i do remember a broken lamp once.

i'm sorry if i put you

in an awkward position with your boss.

it's not your fault.

i shouldn't have been so presumptuous.

i truly never thought the
article would be an issue.

unintentional magazine pun.

look, you obviously care a
great deal about these people.

not sure i understand why,

but... it's not my place to judge.

i know how it seems, but the truth is,

i'm responsible for a lot of what's

going on around here lately.

laurel does have the
right to be mad at me,

and i did overstep my boundaries.

and the girls are smart!

meggie! no, no, no, i'm serious.

i mean, they may not care
about school right now,

but i want them to have
choices later on in their lives,

and i feel like it's my job
to make sure that happens.

i know it sounds stupid.

no, it does not sound stupid.

it sounds like you.

look, this family may not know

how lucky they are to have you,

but i do.

oh, there's my cab.

all right.

ok.

and i promise to keep
writing while i'm down here.

♪♪♪

good.

call me when you land.

i will. bye.

that was a quick trip.

laurel...

um, i'm glad you're here.

do you have a minute?

i just want you to know that i
took a look at the girls' grades,

and you were right.

they do need to step it up,

and i need to step it up.

so to that end i added
another study session

to their schedule.

they've been a little distracted lately,

and i just need to get their focus back.

fine.

so, did you have a nice
time with your friend?

yeah.

it was nice to see her.

crossed my mind that you
might have been inclined

to book a ticket home with her.

if you don't want me
here anymore, laurel,

i can leave. we don't need
to make a big deal about it,

nobody needs to know why.

but for whatever it's worth,

i want to stay.

working for you has...

it's been everything that
i'd hoped it would be.

ok. well, at least i
can see the potential.

i know that things haven't been
easy for you these past few weeks.

i haven't been easy on you.

in my position, it's difficult

to place one's trust in anyone.

i understand.

more than ever, i understand.

and i plan to prove my loyalty
to you for as long as it takes.

i appreciate that.

you know, i was impressed with
you the first time i met you.

it's quite a relief to think

my instincts might not
have been wrong after all.

len just flew these
in from fauchon, paris.

shall we indulge?

you have 55 minutes to
complete your essays.

remember the
three cs--

clear, cogent, concise.

good luck.

will: you busy?

oh, no, no, no. no, no, no.

i was
just--

rewriting your apology letter to me?

make sure you spellcheckspell-checkit.

don't laugh.

i've drafted a few
pretty pathetic emails

just in case you never call me back.

i would never not call you back.

i still want to apologize.

you don't have to.

no, yes, i do. i feel terrible.

i should never have
said anything. it's ok.

i still cannot believe that your
boss would fire you over this.

not only is it unfair,
it's so totally illegal!

in fact, you know what?
give me his phone number.

ok? because i can be
really scary on the phone.

oh, i'm sure you can. and
it's nice of you to offer

to go to bat for me like that,

but honestly, it's all good.

i wasn't fired. i quit.

you quit? yeah.

well, the more i thought about it,

it was time to move on.

i've been playing it
safe for a while now.

you have?

i have.

maybe all this happened for a reason.

you know, force me to step it up a notch

and see what else is out there.

so, in a way,

i helped.

in a way.

well, good, good, that is good.

because i'm about to help some more,

because i'm very good at the next part.

and what's the next part?

rÉSumÉS, job hunting, interviews.

i so totally rock at the interview.

you wouldn't think so, because
of my whole nervous talking thing,

but it can be pretty
helpful in hiring situations.

is that right? definitely.

we'll put together a really
professional portfolio.

i have a label maker. of course you do.

organization is the key.

the first thing that we will do

is send out about 20 emails

and see what... comes back. i...

you know, i found it best
to stagger everything--

wait.

what?

i think i left my label
maker in my old apartment.

i'll get a new one.

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