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- Previously on
"The Bold Type"...

- Adena thinks I should try
sleeping with other women.

She thinks I'm having
a sexual awakening.

- And I also remember
you saying that Monday night

was really Saturday nights
for your mom.

- Which ended Tuesday morning
when the gin rickeys ran out.

- And you had
to pick up the pieces.

- You're also a carrier
of the BRCA gene.

If kids are in your future,
you need to start

thinking about it now.

- I'm here to pick up
the travel memo

for the fashion department.

- I'm holding a middle seat,
back row for you.

- I'm going to Paris
for fashion week?

Oh, my God!

- Well, this is a disaster.
I'm still light

on daytime formal wear.
- This is why we practice pack.

- Do you really need
two bathing suits?

You're going to Paris,
not St. Barts.

- Yes, I need options.
- Or another suitcase.

- No.
Oliver was very clear.

He said, "Red, if you bring
more than one suitcase,

I'm leaving you
at baggage claim."

- Think you need these.
- I do.

- Ah, it's like my skinny jeans
when I'm on my period.

- Ex-gymnast coming through.

Oh, yah!
- Nice, Jane.

Possibly a second career.
- Thanks.

- Okay, passport photo.

- Hold on. It's not just Paris.

She could be stuck with this
photo for, like, ten years.

- This is why they pay her
the big bucks.

- Well, I'm just relaunching
our entire website today,

so take your time.
Whenever you're ready.

- Okay, tilt your chin down.

Lipstick on the teeth.
- I'm taking it.

- Wait, do we like this shirt
with this backdrop?

- Oh, my God, should I change?
- No, I'm taking it.

- We'll fix it in post.
Say, "Fromage."

- Fromage!

Take that.

We are the Annie Leibovitz

of passport photos.

- I can't believe
I'm going to Paris.

- I can.
You worked hard.

Paid your dues.
- Well, there were some bumps

along the way.
- Some bumps on

your corporate card.
- Yeah, we all remember those.

Well, it just always seemed
so out of reach,

and now it won't be
as soon as I drop

my passport application off
at the travel department.

- Whoa.

- What?
What am I looking at?

Girls send you these?

- Mm-hmm.
- And Adena's cool with this?

- Uh-huh.
- Wow, you have cracked

the sexual matrix.
- You should start a cult.

- I'd join.
Can't speak for Ben, though.

- Aw, things still weird
with you guys?

It's like him

knowing exactly
what I'm going through

just compounds my anxiety.

I thought having a boyfriend
was supposed to be easy.

- No, you're thinking
of emotional support dogs.

See ya.
- Bye, honey.

Whoa.
- Another vag pic?

- It's 10:00 a.m.

Where do you find
these animals?

- This one's about Jacqueline.

- Happy website
relaunch day, everyone.

Hmm.
You must have seen

"New York Magazine"'s
business feature.

"Decline of
the Celebrity Editor."

"With ad dollars down
and fixtures like

"Graydon Carter out,
is Jacqueline Carlyle's time

at 'Scarlet' coming to an end?"

People...

I ducked sniper fire
for six hours

covering the coup in Panama,

so this type of sniping
phases me not in the least.

That said,
with the heightened scrutiny,

let's make sure the website
relaunch goes smoothly.

Kat, I'm sure you
have the rollout handled?

- Yeah, even have
a special Snapchat filter

that goes live at 4:00 p.m.
- Fantastic.

One more thing, I have decided
to eliminate comments

for all stories going forward.
- Really?

Why is that?
- Well, they have value, but...

too often they're
drowned out by trolls

trying to derail
the conversation.

I want our stories
to speak for themselves.

- We delete bad comments
pretty quickly.

- By which time,
the damage is already done.

- We have a vibrant
community of users--

- Of whom only 1% comment.

The negative
outweighs the positive.

Let's move on to editorial.

I think the slate
is on the heavy side,

so I'm looking
for some fun pitches.

- Hello, Mr. Hunter.

For someone who doesn't

work on this floor,
you seem to be down here a lot.

- Well, the executive suite
is nice,

but you guys have almond milk.
- I see.

- What's up?
- Did you hear that Jacqueline

wants to get rid
of "Scarlet"'s comments?

I think it's a big mistake.

- Well, it's odd,
but it's not my purview.

- But she trusts you
more than anyone.

- And I trust her because
her judgment is rarely off.

- Look, Richard,
between running digital

and the magazine
and the relaunch,

I think she's
spread a little thin,

and if
"New York Magazine" is right,

can she really afford
to make a mistake right now?

- Hi.
- Hey.

So the other night
was kind of awkward.

- We were both overwhelmed.

- Look, I really like you,
Jane, and...

I just wanna help
make things easy for you.

- I really like you too.

- And one of the best ways
I can do that

is by helping you understand
the options you have, so...

I hope you don't mind,
but I researched

some of the options
you have on the table.

Hormone therapy.
Preventative surgery.

Egg freezing.

- This is, um...

exhaustive.
- I know, I know.

It's a lot but I just want you
to be fully informed.

- Can I help you?

- Yeah, totally.

- Oh, Jane,
I am stockpiling some

lighter fare for the dot com.
Any interest?

Lighter sounds great right now.

How about fun things to do
when you just can't anymore.

- Consider it yours.

Why was that so easy?

- All of this needs to be
packed before Oliver gets back.

- Sutton.
- Oh, hey, Leslie.

- This is a copy
of your birth certificate.

To secure a passport,
we need the real thing.

- I don't have the real thing.

- If you wanna be
in Paris next week,

I suggest you get it
by tomorrow morning.

- Maybe I will file a complaint
with the municipal clerk.

You're not welcome.

- No luck?
- The hospital doesn't have it,

and the best Vital Records
can do is two weeks.

How is this happening to me?
- Not to state the obvious,

but there is someone
who might have it.

- Who?
- Your mother.

- Babs?
- Wha--

I know you don't
want to call her,

but maybe she can help.

- Yeah, my mom is totally
gonna wake up

from whatever drunken stupor
she's in, answer the phone,

locate the birth certificate,
and then drive

to the nearest post office

and pay $49
to have it overnighted.

- Yeah.
- You don't know Babs Brady.

- Mm. Oh, my God.

- What?
- It's Andrew.

Jacqueline wants to see me.
Now.

- Kat, I feel like
I made my position

regarding our comments
crystal clear.

- You did.
- Then why is Richard Hunter

bringing it up to me?
- I didn't mean

to go around you.
- This is a critical time

for the "Scarlet" brand,
and when I make decisions,

I expect them to be followed.
- Yes. Absolutely.

I really am sorry.
- Kat...

just don't second-guess
my judgment.

- Hey, Alex,
do you have a second?

- Kind of.
I'm organizing

a dim sum walking tour.
I can't decide between

Chinatown or Flushing.
- So you do have a second.

I'm doing a list
for the website.

Would you rather go to Iceland,
go to Burning Man,

or learn how to make
pizza in Naples?

- Backpack in Iceland
where I'd learn

how to make pizza
over an open flame.

Pizza walking tour.

You're a genius.

- What happened to dim sum?

- These aren't
high stakes, Jane.

- Lucky for you.
Have fun with that.

On that note,
I have to go get coffee

and do a deep dive
into my fertility plan,

so something
almost as fun.

- Enjoy?
- Literally impossible.

- Going down?
- Seriously?

So what are you doing here?

- Just riding the elevators
on the off chance

I would run into you.

I had a meeting
in the building.

- What for?
- I'd rather not talk about it.

Where you headed?

- I'd rather not talk about it.

What are you doing right now?
- I don't know.

Day's wide open.

Might grab a beer
at J.G. Melons.

- Do you want company?

- Sure.

- Let's go, Sloan.

- Not only is she making
a bad decision,

but she's not willing to have
a conversation about it,

and I'm the one
that's gonna get blamed

for trying to fix it.
- I'm sure Jacqueline knows

you're just trying to do
what's best for the magazine.

I don't know.

Think she thinks I was trying
to do an end run around her.

- Well, now that you
moved up the ladder,

you need to be aware of
the power dynamics around you.

How things look.
Be less...impulsive.

More...
- Strategic.

I gotta go back.
It's launch day.

- I may go to MoMA

and see the rest
of the Hockney exhibit.

- Oh, I didn't know
you saw the beginning.

- Yep.
- I thought

we were going together.
- Oh?

I went last Tuesday.
- Ah.

I had a date that night.

It was fun, but I would have
rather been with you.

Just tell me about it
later, okay?

- Of course.
I'm in the studio tonight,

but soon.
- Okay.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- Coachella, you know,
pretty basic.

Skydiving--worth it.

New York Marathon.
It's very long.

Iceland.
Don't go to Iceland.

- Why?
- Because the world has seen

enough photos
of a beautiful girl eating moss

in a crystal clear pool,
you know?

- Okay.
11.

12.

13.

We've reached
maximum olive capacity.

- So what does this have to do
with your fun things article?

Oh, that's one way

to make tapenade.
- Why do I need a reason

to do anything?
Can't I just

live in the moment?
Isn't that what

our 20s are for?
Just existing...

Without worrying
what comes next.

Excuse me?
Can we get two more, please?

- Is everything okay, Jane?

I'm getting a bit
of a weird vibe from you today.

- Wow, I'm getting a bit
of a weird vibe from you.

Since when do you call me
Jane and not Sloan?

- When I'm serious.

- Look, some days
you wanna talk.

Other days you wanna get drunk
and shove a bunch of olives

in your mouth,
and that's today.

But I appreciate
your concern, Ryan.

- Mmm.

Can I have, um,
14 olives please?

I'm trying to break
a world record.

- T-minus 12 minutes
until we are live, people!

- Sorry I couldn't
meet up earlier.

I was stuck in meetings
all morning.

- Don't worry about it.
- So...

work emergency.
- Yes, um...

supposed to be going to Paris
next week with Oliver.

- Oh, yeah, that's right.
I heard that's happening.

We always talked
about doing that.

- Yeah, I know.

Uh, the thing is...
I don't have a passport

and I don't have
my birth certificate

to get a passport,
so I wouldn't ask

if it weren't dire,
but I remember that

your dad had a friend who
worked at the State Department.

I don't know if there's
anything you could do...

- Ah, I'd love to help,
but Glen retired last year.

Moved to Zurich.

There's gotta be

something you can do,
right?

- Um...

Yeah. Last resort.

Go to Harrisburg.
- Oh.

Wow.

Uh, does that mean you're gonna
have to see your mom?

- No, I'm hoping to make it
more of a surgical strike.

- Yeah.
Seal Team Sutton.

- Yeah.
- Richard.

I'm so glad you could join us.
- Thank you.

- Oh, was my friend over
at Douglas Elliman any help?

- Yes, yes.
He was great.

We are having coffee tomorrow.
- Oh. Fantastic.

He helped sell
Mary Kate and Ashley's

West Village apartment,
so I'm sure he can help you.

- Jacqueline,
we need you.

- Ah. Excuse me.
Mm-hmm.

- So you're moving?

- Yeah, I don't want to.

Jessica wants to stay downtown,
so we're just

checking out our options.
- Mm.

all: Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one!

- We are live!

- Whoo-hoo!

- Well, that was about
as eventful as Y2K.

- Hey.
Hey, you ready to do this?

- Yes.

- Hey.
We are road tripping.

I have to go get
my birth certificate

from my mom.
- Yep, we're gonna take

my parent's car
and we'll be back in 12 hours.

Are you in?
- Shotgun.

- Ooh, already called it.
- I didn't hear you.

- I didn't have to call it.
It's my parent's car.

- That's not a rule.
- Yes, it is.

- Are you drunk?
- What?

- You're so sitting
in the back.

- Oh.
How'd that happen?

- Whoa, slow down.

- What is that smell?

- New Jersey.

Or whatever Jane
was drinking.

- I'm very pleased
with my decision

to sit in the backseat.
I do have to pee, though.

- We're not stopping again.
- Well, I also have

to throw up 'cause
you suck at driving.

Who taught you how to drive?
Vin Diesel?

- You can't even pass
a breathalyzer test right now,

and city slicker over here
doesn't even have a license.

So I'm driving.
- Hey.

Wanna put the phone down
and, uh, be present?

- Just--I'm trying to make sure
that the launch goes well.

At least...

Until we lose cell reception.

- Oh, my God, we're going
to Pennsylvania.

This isn't "Deliverance."
It's three hours

outside of Manhattan.
- Whoa, I'm sorry, what?

We have two hours left?

Why are you letting me
drink this?

- Finish it
and you can pee in it.

- I do have
really good aim.

- Sandwich?
- No.

- Bite?
- Absolutely not.

- Okay. More for me.

See, girls...

This is what
your 20s are about, you know?

Friends...

Sun setting on the open road.
Not...

fertility preservation
for dummies or whatever

Ben put in my folder.

- He means well.

- That's literally what you say
about annoying people.

You know what I think it is?

He acts like
he knows what I need

rather than just asking me.

- So you'd rather he'd
get day drunk with you

and shove olives in his mouth,
et cetera?

- Yes, I would.

I just sometimes think
that Pinstripe gets me more.

- Or enables you more.
Probably to get your pants off.

- But I don't think that was
what he was trying to do.

- Maybe he just likes
what he can't have.

Come on, let's go.
- Shotgun!

- Ha-ha.

- I think Richard and Jessica
are gonna move in together.

- What?
- I didn't want to say anything

'cause I wanted to sit with it
and see how it made me feel.

- And?

- Part of me is happy for him.
Genuinely.

But then also--
- Wow, she got her claws

in him so fast.
- I know.

Dude, they've been together
for, like, a month.

- See, this is what happens
when you get old.

You just start making decisions
based on logistics,

which is why I think
we should celebrate...

being young.

Oh, no.

Gas station roast beef
was a bad choice, ladies.

I need gum.

- Or...

I need this.

- What?
- Susan and Marcus vape.

- Of course they do.

They're bougie therapists.

- They're also my parents,
though.

Maybe it's an e-cig.
- Is it, though?

Nope.
- What?

- I can't believe
my parents vape.

- Why do they have
a washing machine in the yard?

- Ah, that's the Ricarte's.
They use it as a planter

to grow tomatoes.
- Oh, okay.

How are the tomatoes?
- Not bad.

Clean. Fresh taste.

Well, here we are,

Casa Brady,
aka Termite Tower.

Well, we made it.

- How are we supposed
to get in and out

without seeing your mom?

- Are you kidding?
It's thirsty Thursday.

If I know Babs,
she's throwing back G&T's

at bowling league before
she goes to the bar.

We're gonna get the spare key,
the certificate,

and get the hell out of here.

Are you kidding me?
The key's not here.

Ugh!
How is she still

ruining my life?
- Sutton, babe, it's cool.

We're just gonna break in.
- Break in?

- Yeah, it's a perfect crime.
Really, like,

it's your birth certificate,
and the last time I checked,

you can't get arrested
for stealing something

from yourself.

So we're just
gonna find something

to break the window with,
like, maybe a rock.

- No, honey.
Mm-mm.

- Wow, I was almost
convinced by that.

- Do you have a better idea?

- Sure your mom's here?
- No, but I'm sure

she will be at some point.
Just look for

a haggard-looking woman with
raccoon eyes and a hip flask.

- Well, that could be
a couple people in here.

- Hi, excuse me, sorry.

Do you know a Babs Brady?

- Of course.
- I thought you might.

- She should be in
at around 10:00.

- Great.
Let's go get food

and come back later.

We can get food anywhere.

We can only get drunk
right here.

Excuse me, could I get
three tequila shots, please?

- I'm driving.
- Okay.

Then two tequila shots
and an agua

for Buzz Killington over here.

Thank you.
To Sutton.

Going from Harrisburg
to Paris-burg.

- You're cut off.

- Sutton, is it--

- Oh, my God, Billy, hi.
- Hey.

- Hi.
- How's it going?

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, my gosh,
what are you doing here?

Are you coming
to see the band?

- You know,
I'm not actually.

Sorry, this is--
- Billy Jeffries.

- Billy.

- Yes,
aka former Mr. Sutton Brady.

- Heard a lot about you.

- Really?
I haven't seen this one

since, what?
Uh, summer, 20--2010?

- Yeah.
- We had a lot of sweaty nights

in the back of that van.

You know what
I'm talking about, right?

- I bet it gets
quite humid here in July.

- Yep.
both: Yeah.

- It's really--
- So I gotta do sound check.

There's a mic still open
with your name on it.

- I wanna sing.
- What?

- Being a lead singer of a band
is definitely on the list.

- Let's do it.
Yes.

Oh, we can do that too.
Your friends are awesome.

Come on.
- I like him.

- I like Jane when she
gets drunk and high

to avoid dealing with things.
- Good on a road trip.

- Hey.
It's gonna be okay.

- Yeah, I know.
It's just the sooner

she gets here, the sooner
we can leave,

you know?
- Mm-hmm.

Not sure Jane's
ready to leave, though.

Oh.
- Your friend can sing.

- Yeah.
Thanks.

- I love it when people
from out of town come in.

- Really?
- Really.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- You're amazing.

- Go, Jane!
You're a rock star!

Thank you, New York!

- Harrisburg.
- Harrisburg!

You're beautiful.
- Thank you so much, Jean.

Great job.
- It's Jane.

- Jane.

Next up, Slipknot.

- Hey, Barbara's here.

- Sutton.
- Hey, Mom.

- She doesn't look like
a raccoon to me.

- Shh.

- What are you doing here?

- Uh, I need
my birth certificate.

So--when did you start
working at Dicey Reilly's?

- Few months ago.
- One way to get free drinks.

- Come here, hi.

Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

Hi.
You must be Jane and Kat.

I'm Barbara.
You probably know me

as the terrible mother
in all of Sutton's stories.

- How does she know
who we are?

- It's really nice to meet you.
- You too.

Oh, God.
- Barbara, let's go.

- I'm coming.
My shift just started.

Why don't you guys
just grab a table?

- Uh, Mom,

I gotta grab
that birth certificate

and then hit the road, so...

- Well, can't you stay
and eat something

before you go?
I would love to catch up.

- We kind of have
to get back.

- Please stay and have some
chicken fingers on me.

- Oh, chicken fingers
sound so good.

- Good.
Jane wants chicken fingers.

- I don't care what Jane wants.
- She offered.

And I really have
the munchies.

- I gotta be honest,
I really expected more of

a Ramona Singer Turtle Time
kind of vibe.

- Give it a couple hours.
It'll turn into

a long day's journey
into night.

- Well, clearly she's trying.
- And you're falling for it.

- I'm just saying, she wants
to spend time with you.

- Yeah,
that's kind of the problem.

- Nice shot.

- Sometimes the break
goes my way.

So what are you in town for?
- Oh...

Just adventuring.

Oh, my God.
- You're holding the cue wrong.

- No, I'm just
terrible at pool.

- Let me show you.
- Oh.

- So it's like you're sliding
through water, okay?

- Okay.
Wow.

That is a very slick move.

- Did you learn that
in a '90s rom-com?

- Hey, it worked,
didn't it?

- Yeah.

Still kind of tacky,
though.

- You wanna get out of here?
I still got 30 minutes

on my break.
- Uh, sure.

Just let me get my bag.

Oh, no.

- You ready?

- Uh, just give me
a second.

- I saw
the "Scarlet" comment stuff,

wanted to know
if you were okay.

- I, uh, have to go--
go deal with some work stuff.

- Okay.
- Sorry.

- You've reached
Adena El-Amin.

Please leave a message.

- These are so yummy.

Speaking of yummy,
where's your hot townie?

- Wasn't in the mood.

The relaunch is a mess.

All anyone can talk about
is how we killed comments.

"Best part of the 'Scarlet'
site was connecting

"with other readers.
Thanks for taking that away.

Hash tag 'Scarlet
doesn't get it.'"

- I'm confused.

- How is sex
with a hot stranger

not the perfect distraction?

- It's not what
I want right now.

- I'm so sorry.

I'm still fairly new here.
I can't slack off

when the boss is around.

I called you a few times.

You didn't pick up.
- I've been pretty busy.

- So why do you need
your birth certificate?

I could have mailed it,
you know?

- Oh, it's time sensitive.
I'm going to Paris next week

for work and I need
to get a passport.

- Oh, that's amazing.

What are you gonna be
doing there?

- Probably eating croissants,
wearing stripes, brooding.

Listen, I don't have
a lot of time, so--

- I know, I know.
It's just...

You always said you were gonna
go to Paris one day.

- I'm surprised you remember
anything I said as a kid.

- Look, Sutton,
I know what you're thinking.

But it's fine.
I'm sober now--

- Yeah, I don't need to see
another 20-day chip, Mom.

- And I am getting
a nursing degree.

- I need the key.

- I've got so much
I want to say to you.

If you could just stay
a little longer, you would see

that things are different.
- Nothing has changed.

Mom, the bar is still playing
My Chemical Romance.

Billy is still a flirt.
This place is exactly the way

it was when I left it
and so are you.

- That's not fair.
- What's not fair...

is that if you don't give me
my birth certificate,

I can't go to Paris.
So can you just give me

the key, please?

Well, I apologize for
any rodents and/or old food

that might be laying around.

- Are the rodents you speak of
the mice from "Cinderella"?

- Sometimes she cleans
when a boyfriend's coming.

She keeps important papers
in the junk drawer.

Oh, good.
No sign of my birth.

But if we want pizza.

I can't believe I thought

I was going to Paris.
So stupid.

- Why don't you just call her?
She might know where it is.

- Doubtful.
- Is it really so hard

for you to believe that things
might be different?

- Yeah, because
they never are.

I spent my entire childhood
watching her sober up

for, like, two or three days
at a time and thinking,

"Wow, maybe I really
have a mom now."

But she always slid backwards.
In sixth grade she was sober

for a week,
so I signed us up

for the mother/daughter
Girl Scout camping weekend.

She bailed
to go to Atlantic City

with a guy
that she picked up at a bar.

Why do you think I spent
so many nights sleeping

in Billy's disgusting van?

- I didn't know that,
and I'm sorry.

- I don't want to dwell on it.
I moved to New York

and I moved on.

Here we go.
I have low expectations.

Hello?
- If you have to go, I get it.

The certificate's in a box
under the couch.

- Thank you.

Amazing.

She finally did something
to make herself useful.

Let's go.
- Are you sure

you don't want
to go back to the bar?

Say good-bye?
It's on the way.

- I know you're thinking that
I'm being really unreasonable,

but I have been through this.
- At least you have a mom.

I'm sorry, but it's true.

And I know you're
really angry right now

and you need to do
what's best for you,

but, as small as it may be,

you have a chance
to fix things with her.

- Jane, I have tried
so many times to fix things

with my mother.

- I--I get it, but...

maybe you should try again.

Trust me.

Chances aren't things
you should take for granted.

- I just, um...

I just can't get my hopes up
again, you know, because...

I just can't.

- I think you can 'cause
things are different now.

- How?
- You got us.

- Thank you, thank you.
We'll be back in 15.

- Go talk to her.
- Yeah, thanks, guys.

- You'll be glad you did.

- You came back.

- I did.
- Thank you.

- Do you have a second to sit?
- Yeah.

- All right, Mom.

What is it that
you want to say?

- Hmm.

Um...

seven months ago...

I woke up hung over
from a classic Babs bender.

And as I was
wasting the day away...

I saw a picture of you
on Instagram.

You, Jane, and Kat,
you were all having margaritas

at a little Mexican restaurant
on Houston Street.

And you looked so happy.

And I found myself wondering
if you were happy

because of your friends
or something at work or a boy.

And then it hit me that if
I didn't pull my life together,

I would never know the answer
to that question.

And I found that unbearable.

So I left the house,
I went to an AA meeting,

and I've been going
every day since, twice a day.

- So you stopped drinking...

because you saw a photo
of me drinking?

- Those margaritas

looked really good.
- They were.

- So glad we don't
muddle cucumber here.

I really want to be a part
of your life again, Sutton.

You have every right
to call bullshit,

but I promise you
something has changed in me.

- Just, um...

all those years
I really needed a mom...

You waited until I left
to try to be one.

- Timing never was
really my thing.

But I am holding it
together now, Sutton.

For you.
And I'm so sorry.

I really wanna believe you,
but it's so hard.

- All I'm asking
is maybe you just

check in on me now and then.

See if I'm good to my word.

- I can do that.

Also it's "How-ston" Street.

- "How-ston" Street.
- Yeah.

- See, I can change.

I'm so glad you came back.

- Excuse me, ma'am.
Will you dance with me?

- Um, yes, stranger.

- You know, I keep wanting
to pretend like...

I don't have BRCA and...

I want to be normal, but...

there is no normal.

I mean, Sutton spent
her teenage years

sleeping in a van.

I just need to face this

and stop feeling
sorry for myself.

- Well, I'm proud of you.

- Oh, a spin.

- It's Jacqueline.
I'll be back.

Hi.
- I'm sorry to call so late.

I'm assuming that
you saw the backlash?

- I did.
- I appreciate you

not responding.
- Didn't want to misrepresent

your message.
I wanted to be...

strategic.

- Well, clearly you were
right about all of this.

So if you were in my position,

what would you say
to "Scarlet" readers?

- Removing comments cut
"Scarlet" off from the people

who interact with
the brand the most.

I would acknowledge that.

Reopen the lines
of communication.

- Thank you, Kat.

Team meeting in the morning.
I'll see you there.

- I'll be there.

- I think I'm done
with the open relationship.

- Wow.
Where'd that come from?

- Just...

I miss Adena.

I miss...

being able to talk to her
whenever I want and...

I think I just underestimated
how much the open thing

would mess
with our communication.

- Does she feel the same?
- I don't know.

She has been going
to the studio a lot,

which could be code
for seeing someone.

- Hmm.
- Just have to tell her

how I feel...I guess.

- So does this mean that
I'm the last person

to rest my head on
your boobs before Adena?

- Hashtag blessed.

- Oh, this is cute.

Can we go home now?
- I'm ready.

- Me too.
- Hey, Sutton.

You checking out?
- Oh, hey, Bill.

Yeah, it's that
time of night.

- Bummer, you're gonna
miss my wife.

- Your w-i-ife.
- Wow...

Not insulted by that.
- No, I'm really happy for you.

Seems like you
have everything together.

- You too.
And if it's worth anything,

you know, I see your mom
around and...

she's different.
Better.

- Thanks.

- Super hot, B-T-dubs.
- Good night, Billy.

- Yeah, okay, see you.

- Let's go.

- How you doing?

- I'm glad I went home.

- Yeah, me too.

I think we all needed
to get out of the city.

- Hey, Les.
Here it is.

Everything you need.
- Just under the wire.

- Yep, that's me.

- Wait, where's the photo?

- It's right here.

Oh, my God, where is it?

It must have fallen out.
- It's fine.

I'll take it for you.

Go stand by the wall.

How do I look?

- Like...

somebody going to Paris.

Smile.

- Oh, and, Kat,

here's your ticket.

- Thanks.
- What?

- Hmm?

- You're going to Paris?
- Yeah, I was always going.

- Oh, my God.
- I was always going.

- Oh, my God!

- Why didn't you
tell me?

- And Sutton's ex-boyfriend

had a "Live free, ride hard"
tattoo.

It sounds like you guys
had quite the trip.

- Yeah,
I had to write my story

on my iPhone
on the car ride home.

"Fun things to do
when you just can't anymore."

- You mean "Fun things to do

"when you just can't
read your boyfriend's

boring medical research,"
right?

- There wasn't total
direct causation there.

- Uh-huh, you've just
always been dying

to visit the capital
of Pennsylvania?

- Maybe I have.

But listen.

I'm sorry that I didn't
fully appreciate

what you were trying
to do for me.

- It's a lot to take in.
I get it.

- But it is my life,
and I have to deal,

so I've decided
to freeze my eggs.

- Well, that's exciting.

I'm glad I could've
been of help.

- Me too.

- Hey.

I've got to head to work
in a minute,

but, um...

there's something I thought
would always be fun to try.

Might be something
for your list.

- What if we get caught?

- I think that's the fun.

- Okay.

- I don't want any more
missed connections with us.

I want to be with you...

and just you.

- You do?

- Yeah.
I mean, I love that you

gave me the space
and the freedom to explore,

but created too much distance
between us.

I missed you,
and I missed us.

Also, playing the field
is very overrated.

- Mm.

I missed you too.

- Looks so beautiful.

So "the studio"
really was the studio.

- What did you think it was?

- No, yeah, I mean,

obvious--obviously
it was a studio, just...

- Hmm.

- Okay, well,
I am gonna take a shower.

- Mm-hmm.
- And then

you want to grab breakfast?

- I would love to,

but I have to keep
the momentum going.

Uh, I'm going back to work.

- Oh.
Yeah, that's cool.

Yeah, yeah.
- Mm.

- Cool.

I'll hit you up after.

- Okay, sounds good.

- So the comments
are back up.

- I saw the letter--
an eloquent way

to handle the situation.

- I thought it was important
to take ownership of it.

- Well, that's what
makes you you.

However, there is
some concern.

No relaunch traffic bump.

- Well, it's still early.

- Some people
out there think

that you might not be in touch
with what "Scarlet" needs,

especially after the piece
in "New York Magazine"

and the no comments debacle.

- Out there...

or...up there?

- You know I will always
have your back.

And I will let you know
if I hear anything else.

- Thank you.

- Hey!

You're not a nice man!

- Well, now this is

getting weird.

- Well, I work in Midtown.

What's your excuse?
- Mm...

- Oh, are you working
as a messenger boy?

Actually I didn't want
to say anything

until it was official,
but I submitted

my book proposal
to some editors

at Safford Publications,

and they responded.

- Responded like
they want to publish it?

- Exactly like that.
- Oh, my God.

That's amazing.
- Yeah.

You know, you pushed me
to write it.

I actually couldn't have
done it without you.

- Oh, please.

- Okay, fine,
I won't include you

in the acknowledgements.
- Oh, no, do.

- You know...

- What?

- Jane, what you said
at the bar the other day,

I thought you knew by now
that I'm capable

of being more than just
your beer o'clock guy.

When you call me Jane,

it makes it seem like you're
actually serious about me.

- Maybe I am.