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Previously on "Younger"...

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. Uh...

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.

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.

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- 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.

"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.

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...

Shots, shots, shots!

Readers, you're gonna need it,

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

Whoo-hoo! To INKubator!

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.

Um...

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.

Okay.

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, my 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?

_

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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. No. - Clare.

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

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

Maggie's.

Clare? Clare.

I'm sorry.

I know that you're not gonna believe me,

but I didn't mean to hurt you.

I'm sorry.

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.

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.

Thank you.

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.

Good night.

Yeah.

Ah, good night, Liza.

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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.

I think he's having a heart attack.