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So, lady, are you working on anything new?

Did I make that sound casual and not like, "You better be"?

Well...

No, I am writing, but not really.

I don't know, I'm trying something new, but it's not memoir, it's fiction.

Ooh, fiction!

Please, don't get too excited.

It's barely even like a zygote of a thing, so I don't wanna jinx it.

Message received, but as long as you're exploring new genres,

"romantasy" is very hot right now.

Have you ever thought about fairies and sea monsters getting it on?

-Amanda. -"Sex and the Cauldron"?

-Now I have a title. -Okay.

I've got speaking requests.

I know you don't like being an Avon lady...

-Here you go. -...for your books,

but it is literally my job, so...

"Ding-dong!" I'm listening.

Google would love to fly you out for an employee event in Palo Alto,

and South by Southwest in Austin

would love to host you for a one-on-one interview

with maybe someone you admire?

And some memoirist panel in Williamsburg, Virginia

reached out, but I don't know who they are, so who cares?

Virginia?

Williamsburg, Virginia.

Yeah, I'd consider that one.

Sorry. Did my Wi-Fi cut out?

Did you not hear the other more seductive destinations?

Why, what's wrong with Virginia?

Well, I guess we're going to find out.

Hello?! You're asleep?

This is our soft opening, so open your top

and open your eyes.

Ripped Van Winkle.

Everything okay? You need anything?

Nope, we're all good!

-Wonderful. -Alright then.

I'm going to Virginia next week

for a writer's conference.

And since I'm only gonna be an hour from Norfolk,

why not breeze over for a casual lunch with Aidan before I fly home?

-That is so romantic! -Yeah!

I think I read that fairy tale.

The one with the girl who gets on a plane

to have a sandwich with the boyfriend she can't call on the phone?

Alright, settle down, Sisters Grimm.

Just lunch? Why don't you stay?

I don't wanna stay. I don't wanna make him

feel like I'm invading his space or whatever.

No farmhouse, no boys, no pressure.

Just lunch. Easy-breezy.

Where is everybody?

Are people scared of carbs again?

-Is body negativity back? -I love this turnout.

It's chic and exclusive,

and I am having the time of my life.

Me too. It's gorgeous in here.

And gorgeous out there.

Yeah, cute, but not hung enough to stop traffic.

Where's Giuseppe when I need him?

Shove a baguette down there if you need to!

And move around. Push the bread!

Push the bread! Look alive! You're Hot Fellas, not Dead Fellas.

Well, I have been pushing the bread since I got here,

and it is delicious.

Yes.

So, I was thinking since it's an overnight,

why doesn't one of you overworked girls

take a trip with me down south? It'll be fun.

And if one of us comes with you,

then it won't seem like you're expecting to stay.

Sorry, but I'm already

flying to Helsinki next week for a snack.

I can't. I have a media training seminar at work.

-But I will cat-sit. -Thank you.

And I have TEFAF, The European Fine Art Foundation all week.

I know that sounds like a lie, but it isn't.

Seema?

Delightful little trip to Williamsburg?

You and me?

Sweetie, I won't even travel to Williamsburg, Brooklyn.

Oh, boo. Tomato, tomato.

Go right in there. Anything you want, right up there, on me.

Char, I thought I told you to make sure LTW was here today.

I need all of her "Upper East Side momfluencer" bullshit.

Hey! I'm a momfluencer, too.

Last week, I saw Kennedy Tyler

wearing a knockoff of an outfit

that I wore to a parent-teacher conference.

Alright, enough with the "Who Wore it Best."

Just text Lisa.

-Ooh. -Something wrong?

It's very odd. It's Aidan's wife calling.

Ex. Ex-wife.

-You said wife. -Well, whoever she is,

why is she calling me?

I'm gonna take this outside.

Congratulations, Anthony!

Hallelujah, my bread has risen!

-Hello? -Hi, Carrie.

Hi, Kathy. Is everyone alright?

Oh, God, yes! Sorry.

I didn't mean to alarm you. Everyone's fine.

-Oh. -Aidan said you were coming down.

Yeah.

Oh, God. This is...

so uncomfortable.

I have a really awkward favor to ask you.

Is it "don't come"?

Honestly, I feel like

that might somehow be less awkward than what I'm about to say.

-Okay... -Oh.

Ugh, okay, here it goes. I was hoping... wondering... if...

Do you think you could bring some Adderall for Wyatt?

You want me to bring Adderall down to Virginia?

Trust me, if I hadn't exhausted

every other possible avenue, I would never ask.

There's a nationwide shortage and I can't get my hands on it.

Well, then how am I gonna get my hands on it?

I was just thinking, you know, you're in New York,

you're well-connected.

Yeah, to restaurants and sample sales. Unless Prada makes Adderall.

What did she want?

Aidan's ex just called her.

Okay, hold on to your brioche, ladies.

She asked me to score some New York Adderall for Wyatt.

Apparently, they're fresh out in Virginia.

I mean, who do I look like, Scarface?

It's true. Practically every mom I know is trying to get ADHD meds.

Shit is rough out here.

Parents are bartering in the playground during pickup

like it's D.C. in the '80s.

-It's insane that she asked that. -Oh, I know.

It's totally insane. So now, where am I gonna get

30 milligrams of extended release?

She will settle for short-acting.

-Give me your phone. -Hm?

Hi, ladies.

Hi!

Veronica, quick question. Is Allegra still on Adderall?

What do you need? I'm practically a CVS at this point.

Great. I need 30 milligrams, extended release.

Yeah, I've only got short-acting.

Alexis, does Benjamin have any XRs he can part with?

I'm texting his nanny as we speak.

Charlotte, I'll leave a package with your doorman.

We gotta have each other's backs out here.

Thank you both so much.

It's a pleasure doing business with you.

Okay, Griselda!

Well! Well, well, well.

Art expert, momfluencer, drug kingpin. What can't she do?

Hi.

My friend's friend opened a bread store, so that's all we eat now.

Bomboloni or croissant?

Croissant.

I've got news, and croissants feel like a celebration.

Oh, great! Tell me, hot date?

Much better.

I got kind of an interesting phone call while you were out.

It was Steve McQueen's producer...

offering me his next doc.

Oh, my God! That's fantastic! Grace!

So, you'll leave right from this project

and go work with an Academy Award-winning director.

How amazing!

Well, they want me available now.

There's a lot of archival research.

Wait, so you're just

gonna leave me halfway through the project?

I'm not leaving you. This isn't personal.

It feels like an opportunity I'd be foolish to pass up.

So, I put together a short list of some great editors who could step in.

Perfect. Send that list to McQueen.

Lisa, I think I have to take it.

No, no, you don't have to take it.

You're choosing to. And why did you choose the croissant?

Because this is not a celebration.

It is a huge setback for me, and I'm more than a little annoyed.

I know the timing isn't ideal.

Oh, it's worse than ideal.

And it is personal.

We have been working on this project for eight years.

Yes, and it was supposed to only take one.

But I stayed with it because I love it, and I love you.

Well, it took longer... oh, God... because I have children.

And I don't. My work is my life.

Just think about it a little longer?

For me.

We've been together for eight years.

They wanna know my interest by Friday.

I'm interested. Very.

Wow.

Excuse me. I need a minute.

I picked the croissant 'cause I thought you'd be happy for me.

Oh. Lisa!

How's the rough cut of the first episode?

Are we any closer to Michelle Obama?

-Yes, we can. -Great. Alright.

Yeah, you'll have to come see it.

-Oh, my God, I'm tired. -What are they doing?

Good morning, ladies!

Is it a new day? I guess I should have gone home

-and changed. -Coffee!

Wait, I was with you guys till 9:00 last night.

-You went out after that? -Yes! I'm dead.

But I sold the Scott Flax sculpture at the after-party.

Oh, and I sold that huge ugly acrylic at the after-after-party.

Oh, also, I hit on this Dutch guy named Rolf.

Or a Rolf guy named Dutch.

-All that happened after I left? -Yeah!

That's why we're constantly begging you to not poop the party, babe.

We hate it when you miss out.

And Fun Charlotte is so fun.

-And always has Advil in her purse? -Ooh.

Yes, I have.

You don't think this is overkill?

Miranda, she's my only child.

Did I ever tell you that Brady had too many trucks or Legos?

Well, maybe you should have, because I can still feel

some of them embedded in the bottoms of my feet.

Oh!

Madam, your key.

-Oh! -Guard it with your life.

You know, the other day I was giving Adam a key

so he could get into the garden, and I realized Aidan doesn't have a key.

Here, hand me that long part there.

Oh.

So, at lunch,

I'm going to tell him that I came all that way to see him

to give him a key.

-Aw. -A key to our house.

-Oh! -Aw! Isn't that cute?

-That is downright adorable. -Ah.

And speaking of adorable plans, I asked Joy,

the BBC producer I like, out.

Ooh, on a date?

Not a date, yet.

-Mm. -Happy hour.

My cover story is that I want some on-camera coaching tips.

I'm trying to figure out if she likes me too.

Well, do you really have to play those games?

I don't know.

Maybe I should just hop on a plane and surprise her with a key to a house

she's already been in twice.

It's his house.

And can I please get a cease-and-desist on the Aidan wisecracks? This is...

This is hard. You know, I'm trying to...

I'm, like, trying to figure it out.

Sorry. I thought I was being funny "ha-ha"

but I think I'm coming off funny "asshole."

Hey, Shoe. You're getting a kitty condo.

My career is suffering because I am a wife and a mom.

-You are so dramatic. -I'm sorry, but it's true.

I have to rush home to make soup while they are out partying

and selling paintings at all the hot clubs all night.

-What clubs? -Giuseppe, this is a good question,

but I don't even know the answer because I'm too busy here being "Mom"!

No, you don't have to be here every night. Stop exaggerating.

"Mom, where's my clean laundry?

Mom, are you gonna make my favorite green beans?"

"Mom, buy vegan dog food!"

"Mom, should I wear more deodorant?" The answer is yes.

At the end of the day, the girls that I work with

just see me as a boring mom who wants to get home to her family.

I get it, honey. The Young Turks at work

look at me like I'm SpongeBob Square Partner

who just does my job, goes home, and never parties.

Yeah, 'cause that's who you are.

No, I'm not. I'm so much more.

-Are you? -Yes, he is!

And so am I!

Charlotte, I have a simple solution.

Why don't you join them? Fight fire with fire.

That's a great idea. I could join you, babe.

Bank a couple of Instagram shots of me at da club.

Dad, what are you going to wear at "da club"?

Your high-waisted mom jeans?

You're right. I need "da club" clothes.

-I can take you shopping. -You?

What? Should I ask LTW if she can take care of this, too?

-Is she available? -Why not ask Carrie?

Yes! Yes, she's the one. Carrie is cool.

Great idea. Thank you, Giuseppe.

Oh, of course, he's helpful

to everybody else's business but mine.

Mm-mm, trouble in paradise?

Outta nowhere, this one refuses to put on the Hot Fellas uniform.

So, at most, I get three, four customers a day,

and two of them usually come in to take a shit

-and don't buy shit. -Alright.

Tony, come on. I did my time, it's enough.

I'm a poet. I don't want to be commodified or objectified.

Right on, G!

What's the big deal, G?

It's a denim onesie. You're not Coco in Fame.

I don't get this reference. Do you?

I got it.

Elliot.

You summoned?

Liebchen! Sit down.

-I wanna talk to you. -Do I have to sit?

If it's bad news, I prefer a running start.

I think it's fantastic news.

I, Elliot Poust, am retiring.

Well, congratulations.

-Thank you. -But don't we have a plan?

Aren't I supposed to buy you out in a few years

and take over? What happened to that?

Well, that can still work. Are you prepared to make me an offer?

No, because I didn't realize I'd have to make one so soon.

How can you retire? Elliot! You're in your prime.

I'm 90.

What? No. You're not that old.

I am. My high-school crush was Jesus.

I thought you were, like, 70.

That's because I'm gay. A gay 90 is a straight 70.

Well, you can't trick us straight people like that.

Oh, no. Don't worry, Seema.

You know I would not leave without taking care of you.

I am selling my shares of the company to Ryan Serhant.

-Pardon me? -He'll take over

and become the primary controlling partner.

You should have spoken to me

before making such a monumental decision about our business.

This isn't the future I envision for myself.

Surprise!

-Hi, Ryan. -Elliot.

What's going on? I thought this was gonna be a party.

I brought hats.

It seems we've hit a bit of a snag.

Well, I have about a million sick days

and I'm gonna take them starting right now.

Just take some time to think about this little merger

and acquisition while floating in a pool somewhere.

I...

-I really like her. -Me too.

Geez, so many buttons.

Harry, when I told you I had stuff to do today,

you said, and I quote,

"This will take 20 minutes at most. Men are decisive."

These are so stiff, they make me walk like Robocop.

Here. I'm a drug dealer.

-That's how cool I am now. -Thanks, but that's your wife.

Now, let's buy those and go before he comes back

-and makes you buy a matching bucket hat. -Done.

I love this! "Harry and Carrie go shopping."

Should we start a podcast?

Hi. I'm about to commit hari-kari.

-What are you up to? -Right there with you.

Elliot sold the company out from under me.

These button flies are a challenge!

Without even talking to me first.

No, that's awful!

No worries. I'll get 'em.

Seema, what can I do? Whatever you need, I'm there.

Well, I'm on an impromptu vacation trying to figure out

whether or not to quit my job.

So, what time do we leave for Virginia?

-Am I blocking you? -Not parking.

-Just here to pick someone up. -Oh, is it me?

No, the person who lives here.

Carrie?

Pretty sure that T-shirt's copyright infringement.

Burger King already tried to sue me when I knocked it off.

Thankfully, my lawyer, Ronald McDonald, was a monster in court.

I'm Adam.

I'm also known as "New York's plant Picasso"

by the readers of Vogue.com.

I'm Seema, also known as Carrie's Virginia plus-one.

Ah, Virginia. Enjoy the dogwoods.

Oh, I'm not a nature girl. I will be enjoying the cocktails.

Your car is brown. A Mercedes S-class sedan. I like it.

And this is my nephew, Jamie.

A gentleman with good taste.

Where's your steamer trunk? Or did you ship it ahead?

I've got two outfits in my carry-on, a lip gloss and a laptop in my purse.

I'm traveling light, also known as "easy-breezy."

Okay, Carrie Golightly.

Have fun, Adam. Don't lose my Shoe.

Oh, don't worry. I've never met a kitty I couldn't bend to my will.

-Jamie, here, take this. -Should I put it with the others?

-That's your gardener? -Mm-hmm.

He's hot!

Oh, well!

Maybe after you've been charmed down South,

he can charm you up north.

I don't have a garden and I don't do dirt under fingernails.

Let him find a hippie vegan to plant trees with.

I like a man who owns shirts with sleeves and no writing on them.

-Noted. -But I will say,

it takes a confident man to wear a "Home of the Whopper" tee.

Bye!

-Bye, have fun. -Seat belt.

We cannot pull away from the gate until everyone is seated.

Again, we cannot pull away from the gate

until everyone is seated.

Hey, human-shield me while I slide this baggie of

Adderall outta my bra.

What? You could've just put it in a Tylenol bottle.

It's not like they're doing chemistry at the TSA.

So, how you feeling about the job situation this morning?

I'm feeling like I don't need to talk about it.

What I need is distance

and some comforting Southern fried chicken.

Mm.

Hi. We talked about you bringing me a tequila soda?

I'm on vacation and it's an emergency.

Vomiting is an emergency.

Miss Tequila can wait until we've reached our cruising altitude, 'kay?

Why is it gay men never do for me what they say they're gonna do for me?

I'm glad you're getting some distance.

Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats...

-Maybe I do need to talk. -Hmm.

Let's revisit it in the air...

Thank you.

...drunk.

Sweetheart!

They're dead already. Stand down.

I'm just working some shit out.

Grace took the job, leaves tomorrow, and left me high and dry, and furious!

Still, I don't think it's worth ruining a perfectly good pot of mashed potatoes.

They're not ruined. They're just extra smooth.

It doesn't sound like Grace.

I mean, why would she leave you and PBS to go work on another project?

I don't get it.

Neither do I.

And so what if it's Steve McQueen and his new doc?

-Steve McQueen? -Yeah.

Steve McQueen...

the Oscar-winning genius filmmaker whom we worship?

Steve McQueen! Now, I get it.

I can use this on people, too.

Look, I know I'm risking death by mashing,

but I feel the need to inject a little bit of reality here.

You want reality?

Reality is, I have a very aggressive timeline

and no editor. How's that reality?

Baby, when you stopped working on your film full-time to have Gabby,

Grace was always there, waiting.

One year on, one year off. Eight off.

Willing to roll with whatever worked best for you in your life?

Well, this is about Grace's life.

And maybe it's time to start thinking a little bit

about what works best for her.

Now, after all that,

-you are still mad at Grace? -No.

This is not Grace. Now, I'm mad at you.

-Mm. -And they're both staring at me

as if this is the best job opportunity ever.

And it is, for someone.

But I just don't wanna be in another situation

where I'm some man's number two.

Everyone knows what you do with number twos.

You flush 'em immediately.

Well, honestly,

sometimes number two's a pretty good ranking.

I'm my guy's number four.

Is that true?

-Wow, it kind of is. -No.

I think Aidan's trying really hard to make this all work.

Whereas Elliot's totally dismissive of what I've done

for the last 20 years.

You know what? I've just made a decision.

I'm done. Out. I'm not bowing down.

I will start my own place. The Patel Group.

"The Patel Group." Wow, that came pretty fast.

No, I've had it in my head for years.

-Oh. -Carrie? Carrie, hi.

I'm sorry to interrupt. I'm Mike. I do PR for the festival.

I trust both your rooms are okay?

-Yes. -Okay, good.

I just wanted to tell you, you were amazing today.

Oh, thank you. I had a wonderful time.

Well, everyone in the room was captivated.

Sidebar, I love your shoes.

-Oh! Thank you. -I also manage this restaurant,

in case y'all two ladies need anything at all.

Oh my goodness. Mike, you're just too sweet.

You're gonna ruin my appetite for the sweet potato pie.

And is "Mama's homestyle fried chicken" as yummy as it sounds?

May I?

I think someone gave you the old menu!

We recently changed our fare to somethin' a little more modern, so...

But you do still have the chicken?

Yes, but it is now air-fried with little or no oil

and comes with a okra mousse topped with a succotash foam.

Mama went heart-healthy.

I'll go get you new menus.

Cassandra, I told you a million times, you have to print out the new ones.

Why can no gay man ever give you what you're expecting?

This is the best mineral water I've ever had in the city.

So, is happy hour still happy when one's not drinking?

Yes. Because of the mixed nuts.

So, you want to know if you were the dog's dinner on the BBC?

No! I want some helpful tips from someone who is a broadcast expert.

We expecting another, then?

-Was I the dog's dinner? -Of course not.

-You were good. -Really?

Because I haven't been asked to be on the air again,

and, well, I'm used to excelling at things.

Oh, such a shy, withdrawn woman.

So, if you were gonna grade me, what grade would I get?

-An A. -Thank you!

But of course that's an "A" marked on a curve for beginners.

Well, I don't wanna be graded on a curve.

What can I do to improve?

-Seriously? -Mm!

Breathe.

"Breathe"?

You mean, do the thing that comes automatically to me, otherwise I die?

When you were on camera, the words started to become one long run-on sentence.

-Huh. -So, when that happens, you have to stop,

take a moment and breathe.

-Hmm. -But with intention.

Be conscious of the breath. Like this.

So, when you see me breathing...

...I'm not panting per se, but it's deliberate.

Oh.

Feel that?

I can feel that.

Now, you try.

And, breathe.

Not too fast. Not too slow.

Measured. With purpose.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Yeah, like that.

Now, imagine doing that while also talking to a news camera about famine.

Charlotte, I love the show very much.

Oh, I have two pieces by Wasted Rita

and one by A'Driane Nieves.

I think you'd love them, Rolf.

Yeah, I've seen these pieces today.

Interesting. Tell me more.

Hey, y'all! This girl from Dharma Gallery

just pinged me the location for their secret after-party.

Who's going?

-After-party? -Don't make that face, honey.

It's the boring, senior partner face.

It's who I am. You heard the kids.

You think I don't wanna leave? I keep picturing my slippers at home.

But I am this close to making a sale to that Dutch guy.

We can leave after the after-party.

Okay, well, I gotta make a trip to the little boys' room

if we're gonna continue this noisy marathon.

Okay. I'll meet you at the host stand, okay?

Are you gonna go?

I'm trying, but my jeans won't unbend.

-Oh. -Okay, no...

-Okay, I got it. -Alright.

Oh! Ah!

Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

Oh, come on!

Geez, buttons, aye!

Why so many?

Oh, no. Oh, oh, fu...

Oh. Fuck.

Obviously, we're gonna take cars. It's kinda far.

-Do you think so? -Yeah.

-Oh, hey. -Here's an interesting twist.

I just pissed myself.

I went from SpongeBob SquarePants to SpongeBob Wet-Pants.

What?!

It's been a while since I had four drinks.

It came on so quick and I hadn't factored in

the Japanese denim button matrix.

-Oh, my poor honey. Let's get you home. -Absolutely not.

You go sell that Dutch guy a painting.

-Are you sure? -I'm sure, I'm sure.

Here, just let's get a couple of shots

-for the 'gram before you go. -Okay.

-Right over here. -Okay.

Oh, yes. Very cool.

Here.

Oh, it's a good thing these babies are so dark.

You can't tell that they're soaked. You go, you go.

The restaurant's on Route One.

I mean, you sure you don't want me to pick you up?

Oh, fiddle-dee-dee.

That's Southern for "no," right?

I say it all the time.

No, no, it's okay. I'm renting a car

and Seema and I are very much looking forward

to the scenic Virginia drive.

And besides, you know, you're already driving

all the way from your farm into Norfolk.

It's only 20 minutes from the house.

Really? It's that close?

Right down the road.

Okay, well...

we'll see you for lunch.

I can't wait.

Bye.

Who is it?

Colonel Sanders.

It's not Mama's homestyle...

Yet, I believe we can make it work.

Please, come in.

I know what I said about starting my own firm.

And I was feeling it.

But...

am I just being stupid?

It's a battle out there. Do I wanna fight it?

At my age, do I really wanna be starting over?

Well, if you concede, and you decide to work with him,

you know, what would be the hardest thing about it?

My name won't be on the company.

At least with Elliot, I felt like it was a partnership.

In all the years I've spent in this business,

building a reputation and an enviable client list,

my name belongs up there.

And you know for sure it can't be?

You know what, Carrie? I don't know that. I'm assuming.

Well, if you don't ask, you don't get.

-Hm. -Can I tell you something?

-Mm-hmm. -It's kind of along the same topic.

You know, when I was talking to Aidan just now,

I assumed he was gonna ask me to stay.

And then I would just say "No, no, no. No, it's just lunch."

Well, do you wanna stay?

Well, I don't know, but why didn't he ask me to?

Do you think maybe you were so busy being easy and breezy,

it didn't seem like you wanted to?

Maybe.

You don't ask, you don't get.

Yeah.

I think I might be in love with Dutch.

His name is Rolf!

I felt his dick through his pants the last time we went out,

and I almost came in the middle of the bar.

But it's more than sex.

I have liked him since last year's TEFAF.

And you're good with guys! So, please help me.

Oh, okay.

Well, maybe stop "feeling his dick through his pants,"

and just have a conversation.

There you are! This girl is such a riot.

The last time she got me drunk, I blew two million bucks. Huh?

-He did. -Okay, let's go, ladies.

I got the address to the after-after-party, huh?

-Woo-hoo! -The after-after party?

Whoo!

Hey, Warhol, another round of drinks, 'kay?

And I hope the drinks are better than your art.

Lela, it's already 3:00 a.m.

I just don't know if I can stay awake much longer.

Two espresso martinis! And just keep 'em coming.

Oh yeah! I love this song!

I love staying up late! I love espresso martinis!

Dutch!

I wanna talk to you about A'Driane Nieves!

Let's find someplace more quiet.

Sure!

Whoo!

Yeah.

My turn.

Okay.

If I don't fuck Dutch tonight,

-I will die. -You won't die.

You will get whatever the girl version is of blue balls,

and then you'll go home and you'll pass out

-on your bed in your clothes! -Charlotte, I'm serious.

You need to help me. Find out if he's interested.

-I literally need him! -Hey.

And I literally need another drink.

-Would you like some party favors? Hm? -Help me! Help me!

-No, thank you. No. -You sure? It's good shit.

I just got it from the girl that ran out of here.

I can never remember her name, but she's fun as hell.

Her name is Lela.

-Hmm. -And I have a...

a very juicy piece of information for you.

-Oh? -Someone has a little crush on you.

Oh, yeah?

Someone who works at the gallery.

Oh, and is that someone here tonight?

Yes. Yes, she is.

And she really, really likes you.

-Mm! Stop! -Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What's happening now? I thought you had a little crush.

I'm not talking about me, you coked-up dummy!

I'm a wife and a mother!

I'm talking about Lela, the fun one, that you gave millions of dollars to!

She's not really my type.

Oh.

Wives and moms need love too, babe.

No, no, I'm good. I'm good.

Oh, my God.

Excuse me!

Oh.

Nice tits.

-Oh, you're here early. -Yeah.

Well, I'm about to leave.

I put all the latest cuts in today's bin.

Anything you need, feel free to call me.

Grace, I'm sorry.

I know I just said "feel free to call me," but now I mean it.

You know, of course I'm happy for you.

But I think I'm scared.

You're the only editor I've worked on this with.

And to be honest...

I don't know if it's me or you that makes it as good as it is.

Well, that's very generous of you.

But, Lisa, it's you.

Well, I'm not so sure.

I am.

It's your vision and drive to keep going that makes this you.

It's waking up at 5:00 to get your work done

before getting your kids off to school.

It's your need to celebrate these women

by telling their stories.

You may no longer have me.

And that's a huge, huge loss.

But, Lisa, you have you.

-You got this. -I got this.

You got this.

I brought croissants.

Okay, twist my arm.

-Next customer in line. -Oh.

-Hello. -Hi.

And how are y'all doing today?

-Late. We're running late. -Okay, no worries.

I have worries.

You're vibrating at a really high energy.

It's making me nervous, and I never get nervous about anything.

Mm, sorry, I woke up jumpy this morning, I...

I guess asking why Aidan didn't invite me, it just brought up stuff,

you know, stuff like, why am I here?

You know, who goes out of state for a casual lunch?

And why did I eat that complimentary jalapeno cornbread biscuit?

-Okay. -Ooh.

Miss Bradshaw, I see here your driver's license is expired.

What? When?

May 2017. How is that even possible?

Well, I travel with a passport

and, you know, I haven't been carded in years.

Well, you are going to need a new one, and it's too bad.

That is a very flattering photo.

Here. I'll drive.

No worries.

-Hot Fellas bread? -No, thanks.

Hot Fellas bread? Hot Fellas bread?

No.

Hot Fellas bread? Hot Fellas bread?

Lieutenant Mortadella, reporting for duty.

You came outta retirement for me?

Whatever he's selling, I want it.

-I do, too. -Now, we got a business.

Inside!

Remember maps? Maps were so cool.

Wish I had a map now, to tell me where I should be heading in my career.

-Hmm. -I can argue both sides.

Can't the universe just send me a sign?

Speaking of signs, it's...

it's 50 miles an hour.

I really don't wanna get stopped by the police.

I hear you, Adderall Bra Express.

Hmm.

-Ryan Serhant is calling. -Oh.

What, you're not gonna FaceTime while we're driving.

-I'm not? -No, absolutely not.

No, me dead is not easy-breezy.

Here, there's a parking lot. Pull over there.

Alright. I'm gonna give you some privacy.

Okay, thanks.

Hey. Remember to ask for what you want.

-Charlotte? -Oh, Alexis!

-Hi. -Hi.

You caught me. Eyedrops, sorry.

Late night in the gallery world.

Well, I need them, too. I was up all night with the twins.

I might actually be sleepwalking right now.

Well, I learned my lesson.

Late-night art hustling is just not me.

Are you kidding? You have the coolest job.

In fact, I'm on the way to pick up the kids,

but I wanted to swing by and ask if Kasabian

had that A'Driane Nieves painting?

The one I saw in the TEFAF preview last week?

Well, yes. Yes, we do.

-Are you interested? -More than interested.

I have my checkbook, and I'd be thrilled

to give the commission to my cool gallerina girlfriend, Charlotte.

Yay! Oh! God, that hurt.

Oh.

-Let's go to the Kasabian room, okay? -Great.

You don't happen to have any Advil, do you?

And?

He said "not possible" to add my name.

So, that's it. Take it or leave it.

Well, there are worse things than being number two

to the number-one realtor in New York.

Hey! Hey!

Oh!

Hey, lady, you drove onto the spikes!

Didn't you see the sign?

-What sign? -The...

I thought my wife was a bad driver.

Well, this is the opposite of easy-breezy.

-Okay. Silver lining? -Sure.

I was asking for a sign and I got one. Literally.

"Don't back up." Why go backwards?

I've already been there working for someone else.

Go forward. Invest in myself.

Well, that's pretty silvery. I like it.

Somebody call for a Goober?

That's a hillbilly Uber.

Aidan! Don't back up!

I'm so sorry.

This is a lot of trouble to go through for a lunch.

Yeah, it is. So, why not stay for dinner too, and a light breakfast?

-You want me to stay over? -Yeah.

Hey, Seema, Aidan asked me to stay over.

Fabulous. Just drop me at the airport.

I've got a big life to start up back in New York City.

Mm.

What...

-Where's our luggage? -Oh, shit!

-It's still in the trunk of that rental. -Oh, God.

So, listen.

I didn't get a chance to tell the boys you were coming.

But it's okay that I'm here?

Yeah! Yes, but we got this thing now where the night before,

we lay out what the next day's gonna be.

And you don't wanna just, like, spring me on them.

Well, no. But yeah, kinda.

Understood.

So, should I just sleep in a field standing up like a horse?

That's what they do, right?

Guest house. Neat as a pin.

And it's got the best AC in the whole place.

So, I'll tell 'em as soon as they wake up.

-That okay? -Yeah.

Alright. I really appreciate it.

Oh yeah, it's cows.

Cows sleep standing up. But you don't have to.

Come on.

Oh! I almost forgot.

The Adderall that Kathy requested.

Mm-hmm.

Everything okay?

I'm just so glad you're here.

Hm. You have a funny way of showing it.

How's this?

Come on.

"The woman had survived the treacherous journey...

mostly intact."

"Albeit dispossessed of her nightgown and carpet bag...

"with little more than her thoughts for company,

"she burrowed beneath her blankets

to stave off the cold, uncertain night ahead."