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(music playing)

♪ I need a dollar, dollar ♪

♪ A dollar is what I need, hey, hey ♪

♪ Well, I need a dollar, dollar ♪

♪ A dollar is what I need, hey, hey ♪

♪ Said I need a dollar, dollar ♪

♪ And if I share with you my story ♪

♪ Would you share your dollar with me? ♪

♪ Well, I don’t know ♪

♪ If I’m walking on solid ground ♪

♪ And I need a dollar, dollar ♪

♪ A dollar is what I need ♪

♪ And if I share with you my story ♪

♪ Would you share your dollar with me? ♪

(music continues playing)

(woman whoops)

-

Who the fuck invited you anyway?

- Chill out! -

And then I’m gonna fuckin’ stab you!

Here she-- she’s coming. Yo, that’s hilarious, Ben!

You are funny, man.

Whoa. Is that Nancy?

Oh, hey. Hi.

Oh, God, I owe you a call.

You owe us a meeting, actually.

- Do I? - We re-did our lookbook.

To show you a guy in L.A. at South Willard.

Oh, right! Ryan.

- Ryan. - Oh, shit.

You know what? I’m gonna email him right now.

Thanks.

Those Neanderthals are effed the eff up.

That’s kinda their thing.

It’s so dirty, but you know what?

- I kinda love it. - Right?! Totally.

Kirsten, Christen.

- Meet Cam and Ben. - KIRSTEN and Hi.

- How you doin’? - Hello, ladies.

Wait-- so you guys are both named Christen?

Mm. No, I’m Kirsten. This is Christen.

- Got it. - So, what do you say, Nancy?

Shots and then we hit the Dior events?

- Ladies, you gotta pace yourself.

One night in New York is like a month St. Louis time.

Well, let’s get this month started, right?

- Oh! Ow!

- Is he cool, or--? - You know Ben.

He doesn’t hold grudges, but he’s not gonna fake

like everything’s a’ight when it isn’t.

- You know? - Yeah.

Hey, you do think he, um,

heard about the details or anything like that, huh?

Well, Rachael did do this one blog

about black dudes versus Jewish dudes.

- That was you! - Ah-ha, motherfucker.

- Whatever. - For your services, my friend.

Don’t be cheap. Let me check... okay.

And check this shit out.

What is this? What’d you do?

What could be better than a weed spray called Rasta Monsta?

It’s the essence of marijuana in a bottle.

Well, you’re not actually selling these, right? These are for fun?

It started off as research and development,

but every time I sold it to a regular,

they were fucking going crazy for it.

It could be big, man.

Are you out of your mind?

If Rene sees this, he’ll murder me and you.

Whoa. OK, cool, but I’m not wasting this shit.

Nothing about the inside.

It’s all about the outside, baby.

- Beautiful. You like that? - I like the outside.

- Like the colors? - Yeah, I like the green.

Everything in that video is for real?

Even the Jamaican guy?

He was so angry, I thought he was, you know, an actor.

It’s all real, my friend.

Streets of New York, they don’t lie.

Ya’ know, I had kids all week ask me,

"When am I gonna get Rasta Monsta?"

Rasta Monsta’s for the children.

Awesome. Great to finally meet.

Look forward to doing business with you.

Aw, thank you. Thank you.

Yeah! That’s what I’m talkin’ about.

- Rasta Monsta hits the suburbs.

Even the air smells different out here. Huh, boss, you smell that?

- DEBBIE’ Hi... - Come on, mamita.

- Pick up the phone, baby. - This is nice.

- I like this. - Oh... what now?

I’m saying we busted out at the bodega.

It’s only a matter of time now before we go national.

Yeah, it’s a real fuckin’ significant moment right now.

Come on, boss. It’s time to celebrate.

Let’s go to the ballet, fellas.

Mega Nortons.

Rated the second best tittie bar in New Haven.

Why the fuck we ain’t goin’ to the best one?

I called ahead. No sneakers.

Fuck it, let’s go.

And that’s why it’s called "The great American Scissors Road Test."

Because we’ll actually put the scissors to work

and see what they can do.

- Mm-hmm. - It’s like,

why are Fiskars scissors so ubiquitous?

Similarly, does anyone actually use pinking scissors anymore?

And so on.

Good.

Nice, Montana. I like it.

Rachel, did you have anything?

Yes, I do. Um, I have not printed it out yet,

but, um, it’s actually not too dissimilar

from what Montana was pitchin’ out.

But it was more like... basters.

You know, the squeegee things that you find in the kitchen.

Sort of investigate that.

Right. Mm-hmm. OK. See ya later. Bye.

Oh, my God, you guys. I am so sorry.

I mean, you schlepped all the way up here. Ryan left.

He went to LA already. He took the earlier flight.

Someone should’ve called you.

I’m really sorry, but, you know,

listen, he’s here all the time.

Definitely go out for coffee, drinks, sushi, whatever.

Well, what about a conference call? Or a video chat?

Oh, I don’t do that.

Seriously, it’s just too forced. It’s not my style.

Christen and Kirsten. You want a return, right?

Uh, shit. No, I’ll take ’em.

These are the girls from last night.

Buyers from Gadzooks.

I’m babysitting them, we’re doing business with them.

Just give me one second.

Hey! St. Louis in the house.

- Nancy! - Hey, Nancy!

- Ooh, stereo. - So, we heard back from Phillip,

and he didn’t love the Neanderthal stuff as much as we did.

Oh, no. I mean, we did kind of expect that right?

I mean, after all it is still the Midwest, darlings.

Yeah, but we still wanna bring something back super fresh.

We’re getting killed by Pac-Sun.

All right. Well, let me think about it for a few days, and I’ll come up with something.

- Awesome. Oh and hey, what’s up with the Boom Boom Room? - Yeah.

Because we couldn’t get in last night.

And that was with Kirsten offering to blow the door man.

- Shut up. - Kidding.

I knew we should have stayed at the Standard.

All the boys at the Mondrian are busted.

- - OK, well--

let me make a few phone calls

and I’ll get back to you, all right?

Awesome.

All right. Ciao bellas.

Nancy, what about Crisp for them?

Oh. No, that’s not the right fit.

Not where you should be focusing your energies.

We got plenty of energy to go around.

Gadzooks? They do huge volume.

I’m not even sure if you guys could deliver.

Oh, come on. We always deliver.

Oh, do you, Ben?

- Yeah.

Listen, guys. Let’s just focus on making South Willard happen.

All right?

I told you we should’ve never done those freebie

St. Maximilian’s t-shirts for her.

Now she’s gonna see us as amateurs

like we can’t do real business.

I don’t know, man. Have you ever seen a Gadzooks?

It’s like a department store.

It’s not really where I see Crisp.

Well, start picturing it, homie

’cause until Barneys starts calling in,

piecing together these little tiny orders from store to store

is not a way to grow a business.

Isn’t that what you said to me?

Yeah.

And these girls can order 500 sweatshirts

at once!

That would be nice.

And nobody in New York would even know.

It’s like that billboard we saw of Clooney, remember? Selling coffee in Tokyo?

I mean, we’d be crazy not to try to try to get this order.

Our shit’s so much better than the Neanderthals.

We should do it on principal.

See what I’m sayin’?

I see what you’re sayin’, man.

Yo, see those up there? I like those.

Yeah, they don’t have those in the city.

City’s too crowded.

Titties need to be more compact, but here?

Whoo-hoo, they got space and they got fresh milk.

What about you, boss?

Yeah, boss, you like compact city titties?

Or these big ol’ country titties?

Damn, man. I get no reception in here.

I’m sorry. It’s not you, it’s me.

Listen, not for nothin’,

but if I was you, honey, I would clone that ass.

Fucking make a phone call.

Debbie’s been giving him the silent treatment, man.

His freakin’ head is about to pop off.

Yo, I’ve never seen Rene like this.

He’s whooped, son.

Hey, what up?

- Hey. - Sorry I’m late.

Yeah, so am I ’cause I gotta go now.

What? I just got here.

I know, but you’re, like, 25 minutes late.

Aww, shit.

Sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

I just-- now I have to go to this meeting

I didn’t have to go to before.

OK. All good.

Do your thing, Miss Magazine Queen.

You look fresh today.

Um, so Lulu and I are, um,

having dinner with pals tonight.

Do you wanna maybe get drinks after, or?

Damn.

My good friend from Cleveland, Light Skin Leon’s in town.

And I promised him I’d take him to the club.

So, I don’t think it’s gonna work.

Oh, OK. All right, we’ll do it another time then.

Yeah, cool. I’m around.

Did you talk to Ben about us or whatever?

Yeah. Yeah, I talked to him.

OK, and...?

- It’s cool. - Cool.

Yeah.

- All right. I’ll see you later. - Yeah.

- Sorry. - All good.

Awkward as fuck, right?

Honestly, you look ridiculous.

I can’t stop thinking about it.

Oh, Cam, you say that to all the girls.

No, I don’t.

- You got skills. - Why thank you.

- They’re coming. - Oh-- let me call you back, all right?

Yeah, sure. See ya.

(Christen laughs)

- Tell me about the dress. - It’s black with one sleeve--

Kirsten, Christen. You guys were at the party last night.

- With Nancy? - Ben.

Oooh!

- Cam. - Are you-- are you guys staying here?

No, we’re just here for a meeting.

- Oh. - But, uh, do you wanna join us for a drink?

And sneak a peak before we sell out Spring 2012.

Sorry, guys, we’re kind of-- office hours are over.

- Yeah. - We’re just trying to unwind.

It’s our last night in New York.

- It was nice seeing you guys. - Yeah, you too.

Hey, have you been to the Jane yet?

Uh, no. We’re trying to hit up the Boom Boom Room tonight.

- Ooh... - The Boom Boom Room? Forget that spot.

- Nobody even goes there. - Nah.

Really?

- Cornball city. - Oh.

Yeah, no, Jane’s where it’s at tonight.

You know DJ Dorris?

Hottest party in New York?

That’s where you gotta go.

But just be careful ’cause the door can be a little tricky.

Do you think you guys could help us out?

- Hello? - Let me in, baby.

Get out of here, Rene, you phony sack of shit.

Oh, come on, man. I just, I just need five minutes, baby.

- Just five minutes. - Five minutes?!

You already wasted hours of my life

that I can never have back.

Come on, baby. I’m standing on my hands and knees

out here for you.

Let me in, please.

You are full of shit!

All right, so I’m not on my hands and knees.

But you know what? I’m gonna stand right here till you let me in.

And I’m gonna keep buzzering yo buzzer.

Look, Mami, I know what I did was wrong.

The truth is, I can’t even fuck with you right now, Rene.

I got bigger problems with Nilda.

- Some shit’s been happening. - What?

She has been staying out all night,

falling in with the wrong crowd,

They’re filling her head with ideas.

What kind of ideas?

Gay ideas. She hasn’t been coming home, and I can’t sleep.

- Baby, you want me to talk to her? - For what?

So she can learn how to lie and manipulate people?

Dude, so today at lunch,

Domingo runs in, like, thirty minutes late.

You shouldn’t take that personally.

He runs on weed dealer time.

- There it is. - OK.

Maybe now that Ben knows about it,

I think the mystery’s gone.

That’s a brutally honest way of looking at it.

(music playing)

Wow.

Oh, my God, I’m starving.

- Yeah. - Yeah. Mmm.

- Is that pickles? - What’s that?

Oh, my God! Lulu D actually made it to Bushwick.

Are you kidding me? It’s good to see you.

- Oh. - Look. She brought her high brow friend with her, too.

- Hey. - This is Rachel.

- My bodyguard. - Oh, hi, "my bodyguard."

Yeah, I think we’ve actually met before.

Yeah, I think-- yeah, we have.

Yeah, this is Heather.

- Hey. - Hey.

So what’s up with all the pickles?

We make them here.

Yeah, and we just got the lot next door.

We’re gonna expand the garden and grow grapes.

Wow. Very sustainable of you.

Fuck sustainability. I am gonna Coppola the shit out of this place,

and I am gonna put all these fucking hipsters to work for me making wine.

- OK. - Yeah. Do you wanna see the garden?

Yeah. Yeah, I wanna see the garden.

(girls laughing)

Carlos, Carlos. It’s Christen and Kirsten from St. Louis.

- Hello. - The show me state.

Get this one drunk, and she’ll show you it all.

My brother, what’s my new nickname?

- I don’t know, man. - Come on.

Young gecko. Call me "young gecko."

- What’s up? - New York fucking City, bitches!

That’s what I’m talkin’ about.

Total disrespect for the Dom. I gotta respect that.

Yo, thanks for hooking it up, Kappo.

This could all be gone tomorrow.

That’s why we need to enjoy it tonight.

- Good lookin’ out, Kappo. - Hell yeah!

You do know how to show us Heartland girls

a good time, Mr. Kaplan.

It is my pleasure, Kirsten.

Mmm. I’m Christen.

Yeah.

You said "Kirsten."

I fuckin’ love you, girl.

Kirsten, Christen,

we wanted to tell you about our line, Crisp.

We make tees and hoodies.

Not to be those dudes, but we heard that you guys

liked the Neanderthals, and if you take a look,

our line is undeniably more fresh.

Boo. Business.

No, if you see something you like, we’ll ship to St. Louis.

Well, I see something I like.

I just don’t know if you can ship it.

OK, I gotta go tinkle. Kay kay, come on.

♪ Don’t be a drag, just be a queen ♪

♪ Don’t be a drag, be a queen ♪

Well, what you lookin’ for, 5-0?

Oh, I know, po-po.

He’s lookin’ for this real pussy

with that special cherry on top.

Nilda, can I talk to you for a minute?

I got nothin’ to say to you.

That’s OK, I’ll do all the talking.

You know this dude?

You heard the girl. She ain’t got nothin’ to say to you.

What are you, her echo?

Maybe I am. You wanna find out, old man?

You know, you keep talkin’ that shit,

I’m gonna smack a dress out of you.

It’s all right, Tiffany. We good.

Yo, I’ll be right back.

Yeah. Neanderthal to the core.

I get up when the sun does and tend to my land.

Can’t believe you grew all this.

Of course. DIY or die, right?

- I’m jealous. - Of what?

My bountiful bush here?

No, of how happy it makes you.

Yeah. You know what, it actually really does.

I’m not really the greatest at dealing with people,

but plants, man-- I totally understand them.

Right? All they need is the slightest bit of love,

and they yield this.

Here. Try one.

- They’re good. - OK.

- Oh, but--

you have to forgive me if it tastes like bus exhaust.

It’s still Bushwick.

Mmm.

I like girls more than I like boys.

I always have.

How can you know what you want at this age?

Didn’t you know what you liked when you were sixteen?

So, what was that that I saw with you and Wilfredo.

I could be with boys.

But it’s more like, I go through the motions

and I can’t wait for it to be over.

And then when I’m with a girl,

it’s more like I’m actually there.

OK, I got you.

You gonna get mad like my moms?

I mean, how could I?

Who you are and who you wanna see yourself with,

baby, that’s your business.

That’s how you really feel?

Nilda, listen to me. I understand what it’s like

for people to see you differently than you see yourself.

See, most of my life, I’ve been a badass.

Now I’m just trying to be an honest person.

Like those fake ass earrings you to tried to give my mother?

I have my moments.

Wait, you guys aren’t leaving, are you?

We’re about to go on a bike ride.

Um, school night.

- Calling a car service. - Yup.

Really? Well, do you wanna come with us?

- What? - Yeah, no, come on.

It’s gonna be a lot of fun.

What else are you gonna do?

Are you gonna go home and live vicariously

through a Real Housewife of who gives a fuck?

Come on. It’ll make you happy.

Uh, the car’ll be here in seven minutes.

Lulu, I think I’m gonna ride bikes.

- Wise choice.

You’re not gonna say hello?

Why should I say hello?

’Cause that’s what nice people do.

I’m not nice anymore.

- Do’. - Hey. What up, Cam?

Ben, what’s up, man?

What up, Do’? You good?

I’m cool. I just wanted to apologize face to face.

Okay.

I never meant to fuck with your feelings at all or go behind your back.

I mean, the shit with me and Rachel happened,

like, outta nowhere.

You know, I kinda never really had a chance to ask.

I wanted to tell you I’m sorry for real.

I get it.

But you get that it’s kina weird, right?

Totally.

- If I thought this shit would happen the way it happened-- - Look...

We don’t have to talk about it. Let’s just keep it moving.

I’m happy Cam set this up, man, and we finally got a chance to talk about it.

Oh, he did, did he?

Oh, yeah!

Domingo, how you like me now?

- I like you now, Kappo Mac Mode.

This is Christen and... and Kirsten.

- Hey. - Our friends from St. Louis.

How you doing? Domingo.

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you, too. - Thank you.

- St. Louis. - Mm-hmm.

- Yes. - Wow. Midwest side.

- That’s right. - You have to meet my friend, Leon.

- He’s from Cleveland. - Mmm.

- Come on, man. - What up, Gee?

This is Christen, Kirsten, and Mac Mode Kappo.

Oh, Leon. I like that sweatshirt.

Oh, it’s Do’s. I’m just borrowing it.

That’s so cute.

Why don’t you tell ’em it’s Crisp, man?

It says Crisp.

You guys are aware that I’ve been wearing the same exact hoodie all night?

Oh, sorry. Just, it looks different on him.

This is really soft.

Yeah, that’s the Japanese cotton.

Let’s throw these guys a bone and write an order.

- Nancy’s your rep, right? - Yeah, Nancy.

I’m gonna call that slut right now.

Cheers to that shit.

- I made mofongo. - I’m not hungry.

I’ll have a little. I’m gonna go wash up.

Thanks for bringing her home.

You can go.

Please, Debbie, give me another chance.

I’m sorry about the earrings.

You think I care about some goddamn earrings?

That’s what makes me so angry.

I’m not even like that. You should know that by now.

I’m trying to get to know you, baby. I just made a mistake.

You shoulda seen me back in ’97.

I was seventeen years old and doing music videos.

I was on top of it. And I had everybody buying me shit-- expensive shit.

I’ve been with too many gangsters in my life.

Filthy rich one day, broke and locked up the next.

All I want is someone I can count on.

Someone who isn’t a cheat. Somebody honest.

Somebody stable.

That’s what I want, too.

Is he staying to eat with us?

Ew.

To our favorite new designers.

- Yay Crisp!

- Yay, Crisp! - Yes.

I don’t know why I didn’t think about these guys for you sooner.

Sorry. This one didn’t work either.

Oh, shit. Really? You know,

those fucking fraud protection alert things.

You know, I got it.

- No no, Nancy, absolutely not.

Nancy, stop!

I insist. My pleasure, thank you.

Chrissy, after party in our room?

- Love it. - Love it!

(music playing)

I love you, Kirsten!

I love you, Christen!

I love you more!

- I love you more. - I love you--

I love you more!

You’re a fucking hooker, but I love you!

You’re mom’s a hooker!

- Sorry. - There are not guys as cute as you in St. Louis.

No, I’m one of a kind.

Yeah, well, there’s not girls as cute as me in New York!

- There are now.

-

- Are you good? - Yeah.

Here. Have a little whiskey before we go.

OK.

Nothin’ like drinking and driving, right?

- I guess. - All right, motherfuckers!

What the fuck?! Let’s fucking go!

(music continues)

( Christen and Kirsten whooping )

Sweetheart. Baby doll.

I think I’m gonna call it a night. I’m so tired.

- Forgive me? - Aw. We’ll talk-- ow!

Lady! Come on, let’s go, Ben.

Uh, you know what, I’m gonna take a rain check.

I gotta get up early in the morning.

Come on. Let’s go. Let’s play--

Next time. Next time, I promise.

All right? Next time.

- Lame. - Have fun tonight.

These losers are bailing!

Let’s go, let’s go!

First is Bank and West 4th,

and the second will be somewhere in Brooklyn.

Greenpoint, please. Thank you.

Hmm. So I hope you’re happy.

You guys just really went for it. Huh?

Made sure those girls wrote you out an order.

You just threw everything that I said right out the window.

I’m sorry. I guess I can be kinda stubborn

when I get mind set on something.

It’s not as cute as you think.

Ben. No, no, no, no, no, no.

- No. It’s not-- it’s... - I’m sorry.

♪ Waiting in car ♪

♪ Waiting for a ride in the dark ♪

♪ The night city grows ♪

♪ Look and see her eyes, they glow ♪

♪ Waiting in a car ♪

♪ Waiting for the right time ♪

♪ Drinking in the lounge ♪

♪ Following the neon signs ♪

♪ Waitin’ for a roar ♪

♪ Lookin’ at the mutating skyline ♪

- -

♪ It wraps me in the sparkling twilight ♪