All language subtitles for Younger.S07E10

♪ MTV ♪

Clare and Rob
aren't together.

He is an available,
single person.

And have you asked Clare
how she feels about that?

This was all you.

You set me up.

Hey, what are you doing
with that sign?

Maggie Amato's been canceled.

If you loved Charles
and he proposed to you,

then why aren't you married?

It's gotta be your terms
or it just doesn't work.

I wanted to have all of you.

You did have all of me.

Oh, my God,
you don't believe me.

Can you blame me?

Okay, walk, walk, walk.

Give us a twirl.

Yeah, okay.
Toss the pony.

Mama is on her way
to her solo art show!

You don't have to gas me up

like I'm going
to an actual art show

at a real gallery.

It's a dive bar, Liza.

But that makes it cool,
right?

Hey.

Do you remember
the first time we met?

At your show at that
coffee shop in the Village?

Well.

It was barely a show

or a coffee shop,
and just so you know,

they were selling hash there.

Okay, will you just
let me have this?

It might have been
a tiny show to you,

but I bought
my very first piece of art,

which I still have,

and I met an incredible friend,

which I still have.

Tonight is going to be amazing.

Even if it's not...

exactly what you expected.

All right.

Here we go!

Well,

this is exactly
what I expected.

Maggie, hi!

Hi, hi, hi.
Uh, okay.

It has been a bit difficult
getting media to cover you,

what with all the toxic
social chatter,

but true heads know.

Okay?
- Okay.

It's gonna be--
- Hey, Mags!

Congrats.
This is amazing.

Whatever.

Oh, um, and Kelsey
had to take off early,

but she sends her love
and she promised

that she's gonna plug
the show at Inkubator.

Right on.
- Ooh, patrons!

They must have seen
the social campaign.

Hi, there!
- Hey.

Are you the girl
with the drink tickets?

I am she/they.
Yes.

Welcome to "Maggie Amato's
Who's That Girl:

Deconstructed Identities
in the American Simulacrum."

Now, tell me, which of our
marketing endeavors

led you to our exhibit?

Exhibit?
Where?

Oh, nice!

Uh, so drinks?

Yeah, drinks are for guests
of the show.

Got it.
Um...

I think--
- Yeah.

We're good.

Thanks.
- Okay.

Kay, uh, maybe we should
take a group photo.

Okay, everyone cram in
real tight.

Make it look like it's packed.

You guys,
you don't have to do this.

Of course we do.

I'm, like,
officially washed-up.

You are not washed-up.

No, you're right.
I am canceled.

You don't have to stay.

It's okay.
- We're not going anywhere.

All right?
Will you shut up?

The only place we're going
is the bar.

What do you want?

Oh, I don't know,
whatever, you know,

pairs with the edible
in my purse.

Bourbon.
Bourbon, neat.

Coming right up.
- Okay.

Oh, no.

Absolutely not.

Oh, God.
- Hi.

I don't know
what you're doing here,

but you've got 40 seconds
before Maggie notices you

and unsheathes
whatever's in her boot.

What?
- 35 seconds.

It's usually a switchblade.

But given how comprehensively
you've ruined her life,

she may have graduated
to something gnarlier.

Serrated.
- I'm not here--

25 seconds.
- I'm not here--

The reason that you're here
is irrelevant,

because you're leaving
as fast as those

shapely little legs can get you
to the relative safety

of the back alley there, okay?

You've got 25 seconds.

I'm going.

I've seen what I needed to see.

♪ Big mood, attitude ♪

♪ And I'm positively
gonna lose ♪

♪ It's a vibe, it's a mood ♪

♪ And I'm feeling good,
how 'bout you? ♪

Wait, wait, wait.
- I'm listening.

Are you gonna tell me
this is a bad idea again?

Yeah.

That is a good point.
What else?

Can you just stop being cute?

Seriously, I left
my friend's opening

to come and end this, and...

you're making it really hard.

Kels,

we've been over this
a hundred times.

Look, I like spending time
with you.

I think that you like
spending time with me.

Yeah.

But if dating
is too complicated,

I understand.

We can just be friends.
- Mm-hmm.

And you can still come over,
and we'll just...

play Monopoly.

Seriously?

What, are you not getting
enough real estate

acquisitions in life?

Oh!

Yeah, everybody thinks
it's such a clever gift

to get a developer.

I just got
a Brooks Brothers one,

which they'd probably take back

if they saw what I ordered
for dinner.

So pick a board.

And we will have a nice, quiet,

friendly night in.

If you want.

Yeah.

♪ Coming in hot ♪
- ♪ Ahh ♪

♪ Always on top ♪
- ♪ Always on top ♪

♪ Baby, I'm the boss ♪
- ♪ I'm the boss ♪

♪ Baby, I'm a boss ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

"Inject Dylan Park
into my veins."

"I need more chapters.
Now."

"I make $97 an hour
working from home."

What?

Okay, that last one
was a bot,

but these comments
about the chapter

are glowing.

Yeah.
- You look nauseous.

Well, I don't want this
to peak too soon, you know?

We still don't have a way
to get Dylan's book to readers.

We're doing it online,
aren't we?

We can't just throw it up
on a Wix site

and call it a day.

Totally.
What's a Wix site?

Lauren is helping me

find someone
that can built the app.

And hopefully a cheap someone,

since I spent all my money
on Dylan's advance.

Oh, boy.

He has been in a mood.

What is going on with him?

Uh...

we got into a little tiff

over the Jonah Rothchild book.

How little?
- I sorta refused

to get into the car with him
and took an Uber home.

Oh, Liza.

What, did you think that we
needed another obstacle?

Well, he's the one
who killed the book, not me.

Maybe we should--we should just
tell him the app plan.

If he finds out
we're hiding something--

No, no, no, no.
The whole reason

that we're doing it this way
is because he doesn't

trust our taste.

So we need receipts.

Like, actual ones,
before he knows anything, okay?

So just...

downplay.

I have gotten
several phone calls

and emails this morning about

"Empirical's new start-up."

"Start-up"?
No, no. What?

It's just--it's, like,
a teensy little forum

for unknown voices.

That may be,
but every news item

mentions that it is run
by two Empirical editors.

We didn't want Empirical

to be completely ignored
in this.

Especially with a demographic
that we're no longer serving.

Well, I would appreciate it
if you distance the company

from this in the future.

And I would remind you

to keep your eye
on the ball here.

Meaning your actual
paying jobs.

Of course.

I'm gonna go call Lottie

and tell her to leave
Empirical's name

out of her mouth.

Lottie is our contact
at Vulture.

She's a great gal.

She'll leave you out of this
moving forward.

What else
is moving forward here?

Nothing.

We're releasing
more of Dylan's chapters,

some short fiction and poetry
by other readers,

and we're beta-testing
a podcast.

That's it.
Promise.

Kay.

Is this really
just about Inkubator?

Liza, I--

I am just trying to run
my business here.

Well, why don't you
come tonight?

Maybe if you saw it up close,

you'd realize that
it's not a big deal.

It's--

it's actually kind of fun.

Yeah.

I have to--to see
if I'm available.

All right, well,
I'll tell you what.

I am just going to write down
the address...

and the password for tonight.

And if you can make it...

great.

I am not saying this.

Oh, yeah, you kind of
have to say the password.

Hmm, it's part
of the whole gestalt.

♪ Whoo ♪

I don't even know
if he's coming.

But if he does, he'll see
how lo-fi it is

and he'll stop stressing.

You'd better be right.

It's gonna be okay.

I promise.

Hi, Kelsey.

Clare.

Oh, my God.

Hi.
- Hi.

What are you doing here?
- Hi.

Say hello
to your new app designer.

Wow!
Oh, my God.

That's so nice.

Can we afford a Google coder?

Oh, no need.
Mama's a cheap date.

You--you know what?
You two chat.

I gotta get back
to the door anyways.

It's really not much work,
and I don't mind.

I've got a light week,
so I started.

I can send you a beta version
by tomorrow.

Wow!

Uh, that's incredible.

And so generous.

Thank you.
- I'm happy to help.

You guys have been
so supportive since--

well, we don't need
to say his name.

No.
We do not, no.

Well, I don't have
a lot of girlfriends

in the States, so...

it was nice to have someone
take me out to brunch

and listen.

Even if I didn't really
want to talk.

What are friends for?

Uh, you're good.

Next in line.

Mr. Brooks, hello.

Um, you are all set.

I've got you at the bar.
- Thank you.

Mm-hmm, I just need
the password.

I'm sorry, I didn't--I didn't
quite catch that.

Sir, I--I really can't let you
in without the password.

Fussy pussy.

Welcome to Inkubator!

Get on in there.

Hi, there.
Love that coat.

I--I didn't order a--

Hi.

Hey, everybody!

Thank you so much
for joining us.

The list of readers is
officially closed for tonight.

But before we get started,
we gotta do--

all: Shots, shots, shots!

Readers, you're gonna
need it,

and audience, you're probably
gonna need it too.

Whoo-hoo!
To Inkubator!

all: To Inkubator!

Whoo!

Okay, whoo!

Let's get started!

All right, first reader is...

Quite the prankster,
apparently.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome

National Book Award winner
Azealia King.

It's really you.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome

National Book Award winner
Azealia King.

I am such a big fan.

Golly, goodness.

Aren't you all sweet?

Hello, everyone.

Ah, isn't this terrifying?

I love you!

Uh, you wouldn't
if you knew me, darling.

I'm a mess!

So tonight,

let me be somebody else.

Somebody who didn't have
one huge book

seven years ago,
and then dust, okay?

I--I really
can't believe this.

Is this a normal night here?

Definitely not normal.
- So now that I'm not me,

you all won't mind
that these pages are dogshit.

Here we go.

"Elton had never

"followed through on anything
in his life.

"He'd always had
good intentions,

but they never went anywhere."

This is incredible.

Clare did this in one day?

It's basically done.

I know, she had a client

who was working
on something similar,

so she didn't need
to start from scratch.

Oh, um, and she's free tonight
to go over

any notes you may have.

I am so glad Josh
impregnated her into our lives.

Package for Peter Kelsey?

Close enough.

Okay, so you're just
accepting my mail now?

Mm-hmm.

Who sent you Monopoly?

What? Who is this from?
- No one.

I just got high,

and, you know,
I was online shopping again.

Mm.

Sorry, card was on
my clipboard.

Thanks.

Uh, Lauren?
- Have a good one.

Don't--

"In case you ever actually
want to play."

Wink emoticon, "Rob."

Clare's Rob?

Is he still sniffing around?

Ugh, why can't guys just take
no for an answer?

I'm sorry.
You did say no, right?

You're not dating the ex
of the perfect STEM angel

who's doing free labor
for you, right?

Okay, I tried
not to like him.

Kelsey!
- Okay--I did!

But he's sweet and funny,

and I don't feel the need
to impress him.

I am so sick
of dating these guys

who are hypercompetitive
and belittle my ambition

and feel the need to crush it.

And with Rob, it's just--
you know, it's...

uncomplicated.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Except it's not.

Well, if it was reversed,

I would tell Clare
to go for it.

That is a very gracious thing

to hypothetically do for Clare.

And you know what?
Maybe she'll be

the bigger person, you know?

But not if she doesn't know
about it, Kelsey.

You have to tell her
about this.

Okay.
- Soon.

Okay.

I got calls
from "The New Yorker,"

"The Atlantic,"
and the "Daily Mail"

about Azealia showing up
at Inkubator.

This is huge, Kels!
- God,

Well, at least they're calling
you instead of Charles.

The app is almost done.

I just need to--
- Good morning.

Oh, God.
- Hello.

That was...

very impressive last night.

Um...

how did you manage to get
Azealia King to read?

We didn't actually
do anything.

No.

She just showed up.

Ah.

You're being modest.

Seriously.
I mean,

we did create
a low-stakes safe space

for a blocked writer
to try out new material

in a judgment-free environment,

but that's it.
Nothing else.

If you won't take credit,

I hope that you will
take me up on dinner.

My schedule's kind of hectic
these next few days,

but I would love to talk more
about this.

So, uh, tomorrow night okay?

That would be great.
- I'm gonna have to check.

Oh, um...

we'll email you to confirm.

Okay.

Great work.

Really.

If I had have been
within arm's reach,

he would've patted me
on the head.

And now we have to go dinner
and listen to him mansplain

why Inkubator's a good idea?

We know.
We created it!

Or he's ready to start
publishing Inkubator authors.

Yeah, so long
as they're already famous.

He's gonna poach Azealia
and then keep ignoring us.

Just let me finish the app
with Clare tonight.

I really wanna see
this through.

It is so nice of her
to help us with this.

I know.
She's the best.

Yep, so this is how it ends.

Death in exile.

Oh, stop.
You're being dramatic.

You are still a vibrant
and relevant artist.

I'm a cautionary tale.

Oh, God.

You will not believe
who's here.

Twitter trolls?
- No, zshuzsh your hair

and look over there.

Clive Wexler?
Oh, my God.

Whoa, wow,
this is so exciting.

Who's Clive Wexler?

What?
He's an iconic.

Like--like,
definitionally iconic,

not millennials-stanning-
Kombucha-Girl iconic.

Art critic, all right?

He wouldn't be here
if this weren't important.

Or he's here
to shit on my grave.

Is that a saying now?

Hey, Clive.

Have you been demoted
to obituaries?

Maggie Amato.
Long time.

Of course you two
know each other.

You are so effing cool.

Hmm, I reviewed her show
that shall not be named

for "The Voice" in '94.

So now I'm Voldemort?

You haven't changed a bit.

You're still as combative
and chaotic

as when I first saw you.

She pasted my face
on a Mapplethorpe print

and blanketed my neighborhood
with photocopies.

That's right.
- But at least now

you're channeling it
into your work.

I am impressed.

Really?
You like my show?

So far, yes.
Very much.

Can I see the rest of it?

Or, uh, do you wanna
heckle me some more?

No, no, no, no, no.
Please, go ahead.

Thank you.
- Yeah.

Just deep breathe,
deep breathe, it's good.

This little panda bear could
barely keep her eyes open

during bath time.

Night, baby girl.

Say goodnight, Gemma.
- Mommy loves you.

Aww.

Okay, now that I've got
a baby endorphin rush,

let's launch the app again.

Um, phone please?

Oh.

Thank you.
Okay.

Hey, Clare.

While we wait, um...

there's something I wanted
to talk to you about.

Success!
- What?

Yes.
- Wait, it worked?

We have an app?
- We have an app!

Ah!

Uh, okay.
I just need to give you

administrator access
on your laptop

so you don't have to always
log in on your phone.

Okay.
- Uh, oh.

Can you log in?
- Yeah.

Oh, my God.
Thank you.

I really don't deserve
all of this.

It really was no big deal.

I was happy to help a friend.

Ooh.

Who's Rob?

It's not my Rob.
- What?

No--oh, no, it's just a Rob.

No, that's Rob.
That's my ex Rob.

The Hudson?

Oh, my God.

Why can't I turn
this sound off?

What's going on?

I've been trying
to talk to you about this,

and I didn't exactly know
how to broach it.

Rob and I
are seeing each other.

Casually.

Well, not casually,
but not formally.

Oh, my God.

I know that it might
seem odd to you,

but you guys have been
broken up for a while,

and you said
that it was amicable.

Clare?

Clare!
Clare?

Hey, hey, hey.

She was almost sleeping.

What's going on?
Where's Clare?

She left when I told her

I was seeing Rob.

Clare's Rob?

Why does everyone
call him that?

They had a clean break.

No, she definitely
took it pretty hard.

Well, that would've been
good information to have.

So would've the fact
that you're dating him.

How long?

Were you screwing him
when you were

holding my hand at brunch?

Clare, Gemma's trying
to sleep right now.

Did you know about this?
- No, of course not.

Or was it going on
before that?

Are we true tunnel sisters now?

I don't think tunnel sisters

has a temporal requirement.

No, you said
it was a mature breakup.

That's just a thing you say!

It's not a--
- Clare, shh.

It's not a green light
to every blond woman

in the tri-state area
to begin the hunt!

Okay.

That's not fair.

Is that why you took me
out to brunch?

To see how long you were gonna
have to wait?

No, I was trying
to be friendly.

You are not my friend.

I'm gonna get her.
- No, I will!

No, I--I am not comfortable
leaving her here right now.

I need to trust the people
my daughter's around.

Clare.
- No.

Oh, my God.
I'll--I'll leave.

Where are you going?
- I don't know.

Maggie's.

♪ See it in your eyes ♪

Clare?
Clare.

♪ Ooh, my blood runs cold ♪

I'm sorry.

I know that you're not
gonna believe me,

but I didn't mean to hurt you.

♪ Wanna see you fight ♪

I'm sorry.

♪ Or you'll sink
like a stone ♪

♪ In the darkest night ♪

♪ In the darkest night ♪

♪ My blood runs cold ♪

Here.
How'd you sleep?

About as terrible as, uh...

someone that Clare considers
to be a threat to her baby.

Oh, you poor thing.

You should've seen the way
Josh looked at me.

It was--

I felt so guilty.

And I'm gonna feel that way
every time

she comes over for Gemma.

Well, maybe it's time
for you to get your own place.

You've been looking.

With what money?

I spent my down payment
on Dylan.

When did I screw my life up
this bad?

I was just publisher
ten minutes ago.

Now I'm sleeping
on someone's couch?

I'm almost 30!

What happened?

Well, look on
the bright side.

I was 40
when I sought asylum here.

You have a full decade
before you need

to create a new identity.

I'm gonna start looking
for a sublet tonight.

We have that dinner
with Charles tonight.

Which I will handle
on my own.

Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

There's no reason to rush.

You can stay as long
as you need to.

'Cause this one?

She's never leaving.
- Oh.

I mean, so what's wrong
with another sister-wife?

Hey!

A few years with no sex,
and you're bringing in a third.

No sex, no cooking.

Someone's gotta pick up
your slack.

Well, I don't see
a ring on this finger.

Oh, now she wants a ring?
- I think I'm gonna...

take the day off to look too.

♪ Out of the hurt
and into the light ♪

♪ Nothing can stop me, baby ♪

♪ Out on the street
or chasing the high ♪

♪ Everybody feeling lazy ♪

Oh, my God!
There you are!

Wait, you have to come
in here and see this.

Come.
- Okay.

Lauren?

I mean...

What happened?

Um, Clive Wexler
raved about you

on his Instagram.

Clive Wexler's on Instagram?

Maggie, he's huge,
and some of his followers

might actually buy your work.

I mean, look at the
generational wealth in here.

I'm--I'm gonna go
work the room.

Okay, okay.

I won't stay
if you don't want me to.

I just came to say
how very sorry I am

for the way I behaved.

I don't know what came over me.

Well...

It wasn't your wife,
that's for damn sure.

For the record, ex-wife.
We're separating.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

You know, I'm not.

I was so focused
on trying to make her happy,

I never questioned whether
I was happy myself.

Mm, well, were you?

Oh, I'm miserable.

Why does everybody want
to date younger women?

It's so draining!

No offense.
Your Lauren's great.

Lauren is great, but, um...

she's not mine.

Oh.
- Yeah.

Wow.
Okay.

Well, you got a hot show,

you got a rave
from Clive Wexler,

and you're single.

I hope you clipped
your fingernails.

I'm so sorry.

That was so stupid.
Um...

congratulations on the review.
That's huge.

Well, I mean,
it's just an Instagram post.

You know?
- Well, I think he knew

that would bring
attention quicker.

He's a smart guy.

He told me to date women
my own age long before...

well, you know.

Wait, um,

you're friends
with Clive Wexler?

So did you, like--

I just came to see the show.

Congratulations, Maggie.

Be honest.

You stacked the lineup the
night that I came to Inkubator.

You did hear the girl
that read the lyrics

to her "Queen's Gambit"
musical, right?

Yeah.

Yes, I did,
but you also brought her

to make everybody else
look better.

No, no.
- I know you did.

The draw
is completely random.

Oh, come on.

We can't stack it
because we don't know

what we're looking for
until we hear it.

I mean, that's what
makes it exciting.

We're not looking
for something marketable.

We're just...

waiting for something
to inspire us.

You know?

I do.

Or I used to.

Publishing has been
so fragile for so long,

and I've had to focus
too much lately

on blockbusters and safe bets

just to keep the lights on.

It is...

not quite as romantic

as your Brooklyn roundtable.

Well, you're running
a business.

You have to lead
with your head, not your heart.

We have a freedom
that you don't, because...

Inkubator isn't a--
isn't a business.

Yeah.

But I think that it could be.

Empirical is on solid footing,

and I think that we've earned
a little leeway

from our investors
to follow our heart more.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that I want
to bring Inkubator

into the company.

Maybe it is an imprint,

maybe it's just
a talent magnet.

But you have proven
it's valuable.

And with Azealia King
on the roster,

I think we can convince
Chicago to get on board.

This is...

wow, I--I--really,

I don't know what to say.

I haven't talked
to Azealia yet.

I mean, I don't even know
if she wants

to write another book.

You got her to read
her first new work in years,

and you weren't even trying.

Liza, I know
she has another book in her.

And...

she'll have you to help her

when she gets stuck.

You think I could edit
Azealia King?

Yeah.

I think that she would be
lucky to have you.

Uh, what's Quinn
up to tonight?

Uh, she is, uh--

she's at home in San Francisco.

She's actually trying to get me
to join her out there.

Said she would send a jet.

As if it's that easy.

Well, isn't it?
If you want it to be?

I don't know what I want.

I'm so sorry.
I just--

uh, it's none of my business.

No, I just--don't apologize.

No, I just made it weird.

No, you didn't.
- No, I just--

I only meant...

that--do...

whatever makes you happy.

That's all I want.

It doesn't matter
how you get there.

Thank you.

Totally still weird.

No, it's not.

How are we doing?

Would you like to see
a dessert menu?

Oh, no, it's okay.
- Um, we would love that.

Oh, uh, unless
you want to call it a night.

No, no.

Let's stay.

This is fun.
I've--I've missed it.

Yeah.

Yeah, me too.

Um, so, we will have
another round...

Okay.
- And we will look

at the dessert menu.
- Excellent.

No harm in looking, right?

Ha!
I don't think so.

Do you need a ride anywhere?

Oh, no.
My train is, um--

is a block away.

But thank you.

And thank you for dinner.

Thank you

for reminding me
why I got into publishing

in the first place.

You're exaggerating.

And drunk.

Just, uh, means
I'm telling the truth.

God, you are a remarkable
woman, Liza Miller.

You have a way
of making me see things

in a completely different way.

I'm sorry
I didn't see it sooner.

Excuse me, sir?
Mr. Brooks?

You left your card
on the table.

Um...thank you.

Take care.

♪ How'd we get here? ♪

♪ Say it's not real ♪

Good night.

Yeah.

Ah, good night, Liza.

♪ Say it isn't too late ♪

♪ Say ♪

♪ We will find a way ♪

♪ To the other side
of heartbreak ♪

Next time,
on "Younger"...

You broke up with Claire
pretty easily.

You plan on being
a little more careful

with Kels, yeah?

That's not really
a question.

It's not, really.

Liza.

Pauline?

He's still in love with you.

Charles and I are actually
going to Mystique

for a long weekend.

I didn't realize that, um,

Charles was taking
time off from work.

Oh, don't worry,
I'll bring him back.

Eventually.

I love him, Maggie.

It's not right
to stand in his way.