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- Hey!
Go back to bed.

You don't need to be up
for me to stretch canvases.

- Oh, please,
some of my best art

comes from
my worst hangovers.

Here, wait.
Let me have this.

Shit!

Never drink absinthe
from a food truck.

- How about I staple

and you tell me
about Josh?

- Josh?

- You know,
super-hot tattoo guy.

Wait, his name is Josh,
isn't it?

He would've corrected me

if I said the wrong name
during sex, right?

- Wha--Please,
tell me you didn't.

- Why?

- He's Liza's ex.

- Wait, Liza, like
your roommate, Liza?

What?

- Hey, good morning.
What you up to?

- I banged your ex-boyfriend.
I'm sorry.

- Okay.

- She really
didn't know.

- Of course not.

- Oh, it's fine,
really.

Bang away...

like a screen door
in a hurricane.

- Okay.
- Yeah, okay.

I'm gonna go
to work now.

Have a great day.

- Oh, shit.

- If no one has
anything else,

I have an announcement
to make.

After a successful
early run,

including a pair
of best sellers,

Millennial
has quickly established itself

as a major player.

And while it is already
in excellent hands,

we think its growth potential
is going to require

another executive.

So it is my great pleasure
to announce

Millennial's new
associate editor...

Liza Miller.

- Oh, you guys.

Did you do this?

- We all agreed,
you're ready.

- Oh.

- Congratulations, Liza,

and here are your new
business cards.

- Ooh.
- Thank you.

This is unbelievable.

- What's unbelievable is
the work you've been doing

on an assistant's salary.

- I am just happy
to work here

in whatever capacity
you'll have me.

- We are so glad
to hear you say that.

- There's a bit
of a catch.

We're thrilled to
give you a raise

and a title bump,
but we can't afford that

and a new assistant
for Diana.

- But for today,
we celebrate.

- Yes. We'd like to
have you join us

for our yearly wine and dine
with Belinda Lacroix.

1:00 okay?

- Of course.

- Call the restaurant and change
the reservation to 4:00

and make sure they know
about my dairy allergies.

Congratulations.

- Associate editor,
that's wonderful.

We should have
champagne.

- Why don't we work on
our sidecar first?

- Always he scolds me about
drinking too much at lunch.

Didn't bother you
when you were 15

and stealing sips
of my whiskey.

- 15? Belinda, how long
have you been at Empirical?

- Many, many years.

- Many prolific years.

Belinda's been writing
a book a year for Empirical

since the early 1970s.

- Her romance novels kept
the lights on for a long time.

Before Edward L.L. Moore,

she was our biggest earner
for over a decade, right?

- And I outlasted
that old pervert

with his tales
of dragons and incest.

Where's my Netflix deal?

- No one can get past
the romance stigma.

Snobs.

- And that kind of snobbery is
just sexism in a tweed jacket.

Men decide romance
is silly,

and women feel embarrassed
about reading it.

- What's so embarrassing
about a woman being a hero

and having great sex?

- You should be
a feminist icon.

- Feminists!
Oh, goodness.

They don't want anything to do
with my books either,

at least not in public.

- We're working hard
to change that.

That's why I had
Liza join us.

We are hoping to
introduce your novels

to a new generation
of readers.

- And I can't wait to
hear all about it,

but might I have an escort
to the ladies' room?

I can get down
just fine,

but the--the getting up
can be melodramatic.

- Why don't we have our new
associate editor do that?

And then you two can get
to know each other better.

- Of course.

- Wonderful,
but we--

we--we--we should
go quickly.

- Right. Okay.

- Uh, Diana and I have
some really fun ideas

about this
upcoming book tour,

if you're up for it.

- Of course I am.

My fans have become
my friends.

Men come and go,

but those women
in pink hats,

they've gotten me
through a lot.

- Yeah, I hear you.

I don't know where I'd be
without my girlfriends.

I mean, I wouldn't have
this job,

and--and I wouldn't be
in New York.

- Don't let all
the unrequited lust fool you.

My books are about
women coming together

to control their lives.

- Hmm.

- Men...

Are just candy.

Oh.

- Belinda?

Belinda? Oh, my God!
Belinda!

Oh, my God!

Shoot.

She was fine.
She was joking.

And then she was
just gone.

- I'm so sorry,
Charles.

I know what she meant to
you and your family.

- Did she--did she say
anything before she...?

- The last thing
she said was,

"Men are just candy."

- It's a great
book title.

- Zadie Smith just bummed gum
from me in the ladies' room.

- I just saw Danielle Steel
icing Janet Evanovich.

It's like the who's who
of publishing here.

- I hate wearing pink. It's
like Barbie's dream funeral.

But it's what
Belinda wanted, so I--

- That guy seems to be
pulling it off pretty well.

That's Zane Anders.

Rivington brought him in
to run their company.

"Esquire" did
a profile on him.

He has
a clothing allowance.

- He's really
attractive.

- Yeah. He knows.

- Stop ogling
the competition.

Barbara Walters.

Barbara.

It's Lachlan Flynn.

- The spy novelist?
- Yeah.

I tore through all of his books
in high school.

Is it weird
if I go introduce myself?

- Diana's pretty much
on Barbara Walters' lap,

so go for it.

- Yeah, okay.

Mr. Flynn. Hi, Kelsey Peters
with Millennial.

- Hello.

- I don't mean to fangirl
at a funeral,

but I read your entire
Grant Stone series twice.

- Really?

Now, I didn't realize
girls even knew

my books existed.

- You might want to mention
that to your publisher.

We're a huge part
of the market.

- Good afternoon,
everyone.

Thank you all
for coming,

and thank you all
for showing your pink.

Belinda would be sorry
she missed that.

I want to say a few words...

- We should probably
take our seats.

It was lovely
meeting you.

- The Empirical family
for decades.

- So we just buried a woman
in a hot-pink coffin.

I need a drink.

- What, dressed
like this?

It looks like we bailed halfway
through a breast cancer 10K.

- Come on, shouldn't
that scare you

into living life
to the fullest?

You're 40.

- 41, actually.

Last week.
Kind of flew under the radar.

- What?
- Well, I mean,

we weren't in
a good place, so...

- Right.

- So are we in
a good place now?

- Yeah.

You did what you had
to do for your kid.

I would like to think that
my mom would do something crazy

like that for me.

We're good.

- Thank you.

- Don't thank me. Come out
and get some birthday ass.

- Birth--
I-I'll pass on the ass.

- Josh is moving on,
and so should you.

That's what you do
after a nasty breakup.

You got to clear the pipes.
- Ugh.

- As long as he's
the last person you slept with,

he'll be clogging your drain.
- That is disgusting.

- Come on,
it's not bothering you

that he's screwing a girl
that's working in your loft?

- Okay, fine,
one drink.

But no weird
hipster places

where you have to walk
through a fake barbershop

to get to the bar.

- Don't worry, we'll go
to one of your places.

- What does that mean?

Old, that's what
you meant.

- They're only old
to Work Liza.

That guy at the bar,

he's perfect
for Real Liza.

He is hot.

And he--he's totally
hitting on you.

- Well, I'm not gonna hit back.
- Why?

- Because I'm not getting
involved with anyone right now.

- Who said anything
about getting involved?

You don't have to go collecting
an engagement ring

from every guy you sleep with.
Just smash and dash.

- Okay, I think I'm too old
for both of those verbs.

- Hi, you guys.
Sorry I'm late.

Let's get
this girls' night lit!

Oh, what's with
all the pink?

- Funeral.
- Oh, cool, cool.

Slam those drinks.
Let's go blow it out.

- It's Tuesday.

- No, I know, I know.
Okay, listen, I need this.

I am boo'd up,
and I am bored.

- Lauren,
Max is great.

- Um, is he?

You guys, I've been tracking
my emotional journey

through
this relationship,

and my sticker system
shows it has been grim.

- You have
a sticker system?

- Mm-hmm, I do, yes.

On the days Max makes me happy,
he gets a gold star.

- And the red dots
are for when--

- When he repulses me
and I want to rip off his beard.

- Okay.
- Come on!

Don't make
that face at me.

Listen, Max's dull normalcy
was cute at first.

It was, but, you guys, it has
chipped away at my edges,

and now I'm dull
and I'm normal.

Oh, my God, I'm sorry. Is this
an assisted-living facility?

- Shh.
- What?

What are we
doing here?

Come on, I need to party
with some guys

who aren't afraid to
get weird, okay?

Let's go to The Cock.
Uh...

Liza? Liza, hello?

- Oh, no Cock
for me.

- No, no. It's Cock,
like rooster.

It's--it's a dark,
filthy bar.

- Oh, no.
I-I'm gonna go home.

Kels, come on.

- No, I'm not in the mood
for a gay sleaze bar either.

- Okay. Well, you're
dressed like a drag queen,

so you're perfect.

Let's go, come on.

- Ah.
Oh, my God, okay.

- Liza, hop up front.

We'll drop you off at
the L on our way downtown.

- Oh, no, it's okay.
I'll get home on my own.

Thanks.

- You don't have to
go home on your own.

That guy at the bar was
totally checking you out.

- Let's go!
- But you know

because you were
checking him out.

Go get some
birthday cake.

- Uh, champagne, please.

- So where'd the other
pink lady go?

- What?

Oh, no, these
aren't costumes.

We were at a funeral.

- Ooh, so you were
mocking a death.

- No!
It was in her will.

- I'm just teasing.

You know, like you
and your friends over there

making fun of the old guy
sitting alone at the bar.

- We weren't
making fun of you.

- Oh, that's okay.

I did the same thing
when I was your age.

You never think you're
gonna get this old.

- I'm 41.

And I was
flirting with you.

- Really?

Diego.

- Liza.

- Very nice to
meet you, Liza.

- I cannot believe that
you sat for over an hour

with a hot
Argentinean architect

and you didn't even
give him your number.

- He doesn't even
live here.

He's from Connecticut.

He renovating this old bank
building in Greenpoint

into condos.

I mean,
look at this place.

- Oh, my God.
That's gorgeous.

- I know.
- Wow.

Maybe you should swing by there
on your way to work.

Maybe he'll be there.

- No. I'm not gonna
see him again.

It just felt fun to flirt with
someone I didn't have to lie to.

- You know
what's more fun?

Sex in
a construction zone.

Maggie.

- Maybe he'll loan you
his hard hat.

- * Find a boy, settle down *

* Not the same
without you around *

* You mean the world to me *

* Steal a kiss, make a dream *

* Holding hands
became a theme *

* You stole the sun for me *

* It's a game,
and you're on top *

* Kiss and tell, take a shot *

- Lachlan Flynn wants
to meet for coffee.

He is not thrilled
with his publisher,

his contract is up,
and we just--

- Buried one
of our best-selling writers.

Way to pounce.

- Oh, speaking of, how did
it go with the hot old--

the hot guy?

You saw me head home.

- I saw you head
back inside.

- One drink. He's great.
I didn't get his number.

- Whatever. We can stalk him
online when I get back.

- That's creepy.
- No, no, no.

That is dating.
Get used to it.

- He's about to say
he's not coming.

Zane Anders.
Lachlan Flynn's editor.

But you already
knew that.

- Sorry.

- Don't play dumb, Kelsey.
You're too smart for that.

I'm actually a fan
of Millennial.

It's a cute imprint.

- Is "cute"
code for "girlie"?

I mean, we do skew female, but
young women still read books.

Young men think they
know everything already.

- Well, let me tell you
what I know.

Empirical lost one
of its biggest repeaters,

and your boss sent you
to steal one of mine.

- No, Charles doesn't
know I'm here,

and we're just
having coffee.

- You did not put on
that sexy little skirt

just to get coffee.

Nice legs, though.

- You know, not everyone
in publishing

has a wardrobe
allowance.

This was all
I could put together.

Nice jacket, though.

You know, I could be mad
about this

but you failed
so spectacularly

that I'm willing to let you
make it up to me somehow.

- I could teach you how to
market your authors to women

so they don't go looking
for new editors at a funeral.

- I'll tell you what.

I need a plus-one for this
boring book party tonight.

- Is that my punishment?
A party?

- Who said anything
about a punishment?

Text me. I'll send you
the party info.

Just keep your hands off
my authors.

Deal?

- Liza, I realize you're
in a transition period,

and with your
new responsibilities

you might not pick up
every one of my calls,

but I don't remember saying
I would pick up yours.

- Oh!

Hello, this is Liza.

Oh, oh, shoot.
I think this is one of yours.

- Line three.

Hello, this is Liza.

- Hola.
Me llamo Diego.

- Oh, wow, hi.

So I was
kicking myself

for not getting your number
the other night,

and I'm glad to see
you felt the same way.

- What?

- Well, my security camera
spotted a tall,

beautiful 41-year-old woman

from Empirical Publishing

peeking into my windows
this morning.

Now, if you wanted to
see the place,

I'd be happy
to show it to you.

- Oh, that's--
- How about tonight

after work?

- Um...

I mean, I'm not sure what time
I'll be done here.

- Liza, you don't need to make
a down payment.

It's just a tour.

- Sure.

That sounds great.
Why not?

- All right, perfect,
then it's a date.

- It's a tour.

- Whatever you say.

- I have never felt
more productive.

You know,
before you started,

I usually made these things
sometime around noon.

- Happy to help.

- I was thinking maybe
we could knock out

the gold leafing
tomorrow.

- Mm-hmm.

- Are you okay?

- I can't be your
assistant anymore.

I'm so sorry.

I've had so much fun,

and I've learned
so much.

I just--I need to focus
on my own work and--

- And you feel bad
about Josh and Liza.

- I feel terrible
whenever I see her.

She's so jumpy
around me.

Do you hate me?

- Of course not,
but don't hate me

'cause I can't pay you
till after my show.

- You really do not have
to pay me anything.

This was such
an incredible experience.

- We'll figure
something out.

I mean, if I sell
enough pieces.

- Trust me, you are gonna
sell all of these.

- You think?
- Oh, my God.

I wish I could afford
one of your pieces.

I'm gonna be missing
spending time

with my little
warrior nymphs every day.

- Hey, why don't
you take it?

- Stop. That--
Don't tease me.

- No, no, no.
I insist.

You've done such
a great job here and--

You know what?
It's a gift.

- Aah!

Thank you!

- You're welcome.

And just so we're on
the same page--

- You do not
have to pay me!

I'm gonna miss you.

- This is so nice. I never
want to leave this room.

But I got surgery.

Missed you.

- Ah!

Hmm, whatever.

- Missed you again.
- Aah!

Oh, my God, hi.
- What's this?

- Nothing.
It's my stupid bullet journal.

I don't know.
Audrey Gelman was doing it.

It doesn't even--I don't
really even get it.

- You've been
grading me?

- It's nothing. Honestly, Max,
it doesn't mean anything.

It's just a silly,
neurotic exercise.

- Look at all these
red dots.

You've been miserable

and re--repulsed!

I repulse you?

- No. No, you--no.

Okay, listen, this is about me.
Okay, this is not about you.

- That's what people say
when they want to break up.

- Well, you said that,
not me.

- Got ya.

- Oh.

- Wow,
it's so beautiful.

- Oh, thanks.

- And very unique.

- Yeah, a lot of the new
buildings around here,

they're like
shiny hotels.

- Ha.
- I wanted to do something

a little more
old-school.

You know, that's
more my style.

- This bedroom's a little big
for its britches.

Yeah.

No, sometimes when I'm too tired
to drive back to Connecticut,

I just crash here.

Plus, the view is
not too bad.

- Ooh, the old
pencil factory.

- No, no, no, no, you got to be
at the right angle.

Come here.

Trust me.

- Can you see it?

- Uh, almost.
- Almost.

Oh!
- Aah!

- Oh, my goodness.

- Did you mean
to do that?

- Nah.

Yeah.

Did you mean
to do that?

- I'm not even
really cold.

I just really like
this jacket.

Exactly how much is
your clothing allowance?

- Now, that is
so sexist.

You would never ask
a woman that question.

I had fun tonight.

- You sound
surprised.

- Not surprised.
Staggered.

Shocked, stunned.

- Oh, stop
flattering me.

- I'm this way.

Let me call you
and my jacket a lift.

- Oh, no, here.

- I'll get it
next time.

- Next time?

- You went
a whole night

without trying to
ruin me professionally.

You win another date.

If you'd like to,
I mean.

- I'd like to.

- All right,
let me get you a car.

- You know, "Esquire" was
right about one thing.

You are a gentleman.

I can get my own car.

- All right.

Good night.

Try not to be so obvious
watching me walk away this time.

If I can be a gentleman,
you can try to be a lady.

- Go.

- What?

- Come on, are you sure
you're over 40?

'Cause last night sitting in
the bar, I could have sworn

you and your friends were
just giggly young girls.

- It's just
the perks of a pink dress.

- Well, you're not
wearing anything now.

- Hmm.

- Mm.

Come here.

- Can you keep
a secret?

- I can try.

Okay.

I don't usually tell
people this, but...

at work, my bosses
think I'm 27.

- And why
do they think that?

- Because it's
what I told them.

- Hmm, interesting.

That and your
youthful beauty.

- No.

That was the only way
I could get a job--

lying about my age.

Now everyone at work
thinks I'm a millennial

instead of a...
almost-divorced mother

of a college student.

- "Almost-divorced"?

- It's--

Long story.

It's all over
but the paperwork.

- Yeah,
if you say so.

- No, I'm serious,
we're done.

- No, I believe you.

Besides, it would be
hypocritical of me

to be upset.

- You're married?

- You're married.

- Mine's over.
Is yours over?

- Uh...

- Oh, my God, please tell me
you don't have kids.

- What?

I don't see what
the big deal is.

You're 27 at work,
and I'm single in New York.

- Hey, what's going on?

- Oh, we needed
a girls' night.

How was your date?

- Ugh, I don't want
to talk about it.

- Oh.

- Lauren, are you okay?

- She doesn't want to
talk about it either.

- You know what? We'll get back
to reality tomorrow.

Come on, sit, we're gonna
watch "The Crown."

- * Oh, oh, oh *

* So many times
I chose to run *

* So many times
I held my tongue *

* I held my tongue *

* I fell down
but I got right back up *

* And now I'm stronger *

* I've got
the heart of a hero *