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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.