All language subtitles for And Just Like That - 3x03

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."