All language subtitles for The.Devil.Wears.Prada.2

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♪ Her face is a map of the
world Is a map of the world ♪

♪ You can see she's a beautiful girl
She's a beautiful girl ♪

♪ And everything around her
is a silver pool of light ♪

♪ People who surround her
feel the benefit of it ♪

♪ It makes you calm ♪

♪ She'll hold you captivated
in her palm ♪

♪ Suddenly I see ♪

♪ This is what I wanna be ♪

-♪ Suddenly I see ♪
-♪ Suddenly I see ♪

♪ Why the hell it means so much to me ♪

♪ And I feel like walking the world
Like walking the world ♪

♪ And you can hear she's a beautiful girl
She's a beautiful girl ♪

♪ She fills up every corner like she's
born in black and white ♪

♪ Makes you feel warmer when
you're trying to remember ♪

♪ What you heard ♪

♪ She likes to leave you
hanging on a word ♪

Good luck.

♪ Suddenly I see
this is what I wanna be ♪

-♪ Suddenly I see ♪
-(children giggling)

♪ Why the hell it means so much to me ♪

-♪ Suddenly I see ♪
-♪ This is what I want to be ♪

-♪ Suddenly I see ♪
-♪ Suddenly I see ♪

♪ Why the hell it means so much to me ♪

♪ And she's taller than most ♪

♪ And she's looking at me ♪

♪ I can see her eyes lookin'
from the page in a magazine ♪

♪ Suddenly I see ♪

♪ She's got the power
to be the power to give

♪ The power to see yeah, yeah ♪

♪ She's got the power to be
the power to give ♪

-♪ The power to see yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
-(horn honks)

-♪ Suddenly I see ♪
-♪ She's got the power to be ♪

♪ The power to give
the power to see, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Suddenly I see ♪

♪ She's got the power to be
the power to give ♪

♪ The power to see, yeah, yeah
Suddenly I see ♪

-♪ Suddenly I see ♪
-♪ This is what I want to be ♪

-♪ Suddenly I see ♪
-♪ Suddenly I see ♪

♪ Why the hell it means so much to me ♪

-♪ Suddenly I see ♪
-♪ This is what I want to be ♪

-♪ Suddenly I see ♪
-♪ Suddenly I see ♪

♪ Why the hell
it means so much to me ♪

-♪ Suddenly I see ♪
-♪ Oh, oh, yeah, yeah ♪

-♪ Suddenly I see ♪
-♪ Suddenly I see ♪

♪ Why the hell it means
so much to me, yeah, yeah ♪

-♪ Suddenly I see ♪
-♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

-♪ Suddenly I see ♪
-♪ Suddenly I see ♪

♪ Why the hell it means so much to me ♪

(bell dings)

Hi. Uh, I have an appointment
with Emily Charlton?

-Andrea Sachs?
-Yes.

Great. Human Resources certainly
has an odd sense of humor.

Follow me.

Okay, so I was Miranda's
second assistant,

but her first assistant recently got
promoted, and so now I'm the first.

-Oh, and you're replacing yourself.
-Well, I am trying.

Miranda sacked the last two girls
after only a few weeks.

We need to find someone who can
survive here. Do you understand?

Yeah. Of course. Who's Miranda?

Oh, my God. I will pretend
you did not just ask me that.

She's the editor in chief of Runway,
not to mention a legend.

You work a year for her, and you can
get a job at any magazine you want.

A million girls would kill for this job.

It sounds like a great opportunity.
I'd love to be considered.

(giggling)

Andrea, Runway is a fashion magazine,

so an interest in fashion is crucial.

What makes you think
I'm not interested in fashion?

-(cell phone ringing)
-Oh, my God.

No! No! No!

What's wrong?

She's on her way.
Tell everyone!

She's not supposed to be here until 9:00.

Her driver just text messaged,
and her facialist ruptured a disk.

-God, these people!
-(whistles, whispers) Who's that?

That I can't even talk about.

All right, everyone! Gird your loins!

-(excited chattering)
-Did someone eat an onion bagel?

(exhales, sniffs)

(bell dings)

Sorry, Miranda.

(bell dings)

Move it! Ooh!

I don't understand why it's so difficult
to confirm an appointment.

I know. I'm so sorry, Miranda.
I actually did confirm last night.

Details of your incompetence
do not interest me.

Tell Simone I'm not going
to approve that girl

that she sent me
for the Brazilian layout.

I asked for clean, athletic, smiling.
She sent me dirty, tired and paunchy.

And RSVP yes
to the Michael Kors party.

I want the driver to drop me off at 9:30
and pick me up at 9:45 sharp.

-(whispers) 9:45 sharp.
-Call Natalie at Glorious Foods,

tell her no for the 40th time.
No, I don't want dacquoise.

I want tortes filled
with warm rhubarb compote.

Then call my ex-husband and remind him

the parent-teacher conference
is at Dalton tonight.

Then call my husband,
ask him to meet me for dinner

at that place I went to with Massimo.

Also, tell Richard I saw
the pictures that he sent

for that feature
on the female paratroopers,

and they're all so deeply unattractive.

Is it impossible to find a lovely,
slender female paratrooper?

-No.
-Am I reaching for the stars here?

Not really.
Also, I need to see all the things

that Nigel has pulled
for Gwyneth's second cover try.

I wonder if she's lost any
of that weight yet. Who's that?

Nobody. Um, uh--
Human Resources sent her up

about the new assistant job,
and I was preinterviewing her.

But she's hopeless
and totally wrong for it.

Clearly I'm going to have to do that
myself because the last two you sent me

were completely inadequate.
So send her in.

That's all.

Right.

-She wants to see you.
-Oh! She does?

Move!

-This is foul. Don't let her see it. Go!
-That's--

(sighs)

Who are you?

Uh, my name is Andy Sachs.

I recently graduated
from Northwestern University.

And what are you doing here?
(clears throat)

Well, I think I could do a good job
as your assistant.

And, um--

Yeah, I came to New York to be a
journalist and sent letters out everywhere

and then finally got a call
from Elias-Clarke

and met with Sherry
up at Human Resources.

Basically, it's this or Auto Universe.

-So you don't read Runway?
-Uh, no.

And before today,
you had never heard of me.

No.

And you have no style
or sense of fashion.

Well, um, I think that
depends on what you're--

No, no.
That wasn't a question.

Um, I was editor in chief
of the Daily Northwestern.

I also, um, won a national competition
for college journalists

with my series on the Janitors' Union,

-which exposed the exploitation of--
-That's all.

(scoffs)

Yeah. You know, okay.

You're right. I don't fit in here.

I am not skinny or glamorous,

and I don't know that much
about fashion.

But I'm smart.

I learn fast and I will work very hard.

I got the exclusive
on the Cavalli for Gwyneth,

but the problem is, with that huge
feathered headdress that she's wearing,

she looks like she's working
the main stage at the Golden Nugget.

Thank you for your time.

Who is that sad, little person?

Are we doing a before-and-after piece
I don't know about?

Brown and Law, please?
Thank you.

-Andrea.
-Hmm?

Wait. You got a job
at a fashion magazine?

-Mm-hmm.
-What was it, a phone interview?

-WOMAN: Wow.
-Ow! Don't be a jerk.

Miranda Priestly is famous
for being unpredictable.

Okay, Doug. How is it
that you know who she is and I didn't?

-I'm actually a girl.
-Oh!

-That would explain so much.
-DOUG: Look, seriously.

Miranda Priestly is a huge deal.

I bet a million girls
would kill for that job.

Yeah, great.
The thing is I'm not one of them.

WOMAN: Look, you gotta
start somewhere, right?

I mean, look at this dump
Nate works in.

I mean, come on.
Paper napkins? Hello.

Yeah. And Lily, she works
at that gallery doing, uh, you know--

Oh, I'm sorry.
What exactly is it that you do anyway?

Well, lucky for me,
I already have my dream job.

(with Lily) You're a corporate
research analyst!

-Oh, you're right. My job sucks.
-No!

-It sucks. I don't-- It's boring.
-It's all right. Breathe.

-I'm trying.
-Here. Take a drink.

-I will have a drink.
-Ah, yes.

I'd like to propose a toast.
To jobs that pay the rent.

-To jobs that pay the rent.
-Jobs that pay the rent.

Oh, baby. You should see
the way these girls at Runway dress.

I don't have a thing to wear to work.

Come on. You're gonna be
answering phones and getting coffee.

You need a ball gown for that?

I think I might.

Well, I happen to think
you look great always.

Aww! I think you're full of it.

(giggling)

-Hey. Come on. Let's go home.
-Yeah.

I can think of something we can do
that doesn't require any clothing.

-Really?
-Mmm.

(up-tempo music playing)

-(phone ringing)
-♪ I haven't got much time to waste ♪

-♪ It's time to make my way ♪
-Hello?

Andrea, Miranda decided to kill
the autumn jacket story for September,

and she is pulling up
the Sedona shoot from October.

You need to come
into the office right this second

and pick up her coffee order on the way.

-Now?
-Now, get a pen and write this down.

I want one no-foam skimmed latte
with an extra shot

and three drip coffees
with room for milk.

-Searing hot. And I mean hot.
-(line clicks)

-♪ Are you ready to jump ♪
-(cell phone ringing)

-♪ Get ready to jump ♪
-Hello?

-EMILY: Where are you?
-Oh, I'm almost there. Yeah.

-♪ I'm ready to jump ♪
-Shoot! Oh!

Is there some reason
that my coffee isn't here?

Has she died or something?

No. (whispers) God.

Oh. Bloody time.

I hope you know that this
is a very difficult job...

-Mm-hm.
-...for which you are totally wrong.

And if you mess up,
my head is on the chopping block.

Now, hang that up.
Don't just fling it anywhere.

Okay. First of all,
you and I answer the phones.

The phone must be answered
every single time it rings.

Calls roll to voice mail,
and she gets very upset.

If I'm not here--
Andrea, Andrea--

you are chained to that desk.

-Well, what if I need to--
-What? No.

One time an assistant left the desk

because she sliced her hand open
with a letter opener,

and Miranda missed Lagerfeld...

just before he boarded
a 17-hour flight to Australia.

She now works at TV Guide.

-Man the desk at all times. Got it.
-(phone rings)

-Uh--
-Miranda Priestly's office.

No, she's not available.

-Who is it?
-(mouthing words)

Yes, I will tell her
you called... yet again.

(bell chimes)

Right, remember,
you and I have totally different jobs.

I mean, you get coffee--
(scoffs) and you run errands.

Yet I am in charge of her schedule,
her appointments and her expenses.

And, um, most importantly, um,

I get to go with her to Paris
for Fashion Week in the fall.

I get to wear couture.
I go to all the shows and all the parties.

I meet all of the designers. It's divine.

Okay. Now, stay here.

I'm going to the art department
to give them the Book.

-The--
-This is the Book.

Now, it is a mock-up of everything

-in the current issue.
-Mm-hm.

And we deliver it to Miranda's
apartment every night,

and she retu-- Don't touch it.
She returns it to us

in the morning with her notes.

Now, the second assistant
is supposed to do this,

but Miranda is very private and she does
not like strangers in her house.

So until she decides
that you are not a total psycho,

I get the lovely task
of waiting around for the Book.

-(phone rings)
-Oh, Emily? What do I do--

-Deal with it.
-(rings)

(sighs)

(rings)

Hello. Mrs. Priestly's office.

Hmm. That's what I meant.
Miranda Priestly's office.

(groans)

Um, you know, she is in a meeting.
Can I please take a message?

Uh-huh.

Okay. Can you please
spell Gabbana?

-(line clicks)
-Hello?

I guess not.

I guessed an eight and a half.

Um, uh, that's very nice of you,
but I don't think I need these.

Miranda hired me.
She knows what I look like.

-Do you?
-(chuckles)

Emily.

Emily?

She means you.

-MAN: We just cut on the bias.
-MIRANDA: That's not what I asked you.

I couldn't have been clearer.
There you are, Emily.

How many times do I have
to scream your name?

Actually, it's Andy.

My name is Andy.
Andrea, but, uh, everybody calls me Andy.

(chuckles) I need 10 or 15 skirts
from Calvin Klein.

What kind of skirts do you--

Please bore someone else
with your questions.

And make sure we have Pier 59
at 8:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Remind Jocelyn I need
to see a few of those satchels

that Marc is doing in the pony.

And then tell Simone I'll take Jackie
if Maggie isn't available.

-Did Demarchelier confirm?
-D-Did D-Demarchel--

Demarchelier. Did he--
Get him on the phone.

Uh, o-- okay.

-And, Emily?
-Yes?

That's all.

It's just the cavalier disregard
for clear directions--

(chattering continues)

Do you have Demarchelier?

Uh, Demarchelier.

-(groans) Leave it.
-Do you have--

I have Miranda Priestly calling.

I have Patrick!

Uh, no, she called me in there
and-and then she asked me about Pier 59.

And there was something
about Simone, Frankie, someone else.

And, um, she needs skirts
from Calvin Klein.

And, uh, there was
something about a pony.

-Did she say which skirts?
-No. No.

Did she say what kind?
Color, shape, fabric?

-I tried to ask her.
-You may never ask Miranda anything.

Right. I will deal with all of this,
and you will go to Calvin Klein.

Eh-- Me?

Oh, I'm sorry.
Do you have some prior commitment?

Some hideous skirt convention
you have to go to?

Uh--

-(cell phone rings)
-Miranda?

-Are you there?
-I'm about to walk in.

-I'll call you as soon as--
-(line clicks)

-(cell phone rings)
-(horn honks)

-Hello? Hi.
-EMILY: While you're out,

Miranda needs you to go to Hermès
to pick up 25 scarves we ordered for her.

-Okay.
-Cassidy forgot her homework at Dalton.

Pick that up. Oh, yeah,
and Miranda went out to meet with Meisel,

and she will want more
Starbucks when she gets back.

-Hot Starbucks.
-Can you just repeat that first--

-(dial tone hums)
-Hello?

Oh, my God.

What took you so long?
I have to pee!

What? You haven't peed since I left?

No, I haven't. I've been manning the desk,
haven't I? I'm bursting.

Oh, hi.

-(snaps fingers)
-You do coat. Do the coat!

Okay.

Now, be prepared.
The run-through is at 12:30.

And people are panicking, so the phone
is going to be ringing off the hook.

The ru--
The run-through. Right.

Yes. Editors bring in options
for the shoot, and Miranda chooses.

She chooses every single
thing in every single issue.

Run-throughs are a huge deal.

I don't know why you don't
know that, Andrea.

-WOMAN: Okay. Are you ready?
-EMILY: Oh, hi, hi.

Right. Well, after the loo,
Serena and I are going to lunch.

-This is her-- the new me.
-Hi.

-Told you.
-I thought you were kidding.

No, quite serious, yeah.

I get 20 minutes for lunch,
and you get 15.

-When I come back, you can go.
-Okay.

SERENA: What exactly is she wearing?

EMILY (giggling):
Her grandmother's skirt.

Hmm. Corn chowder.

That's an interesting choice.

You do know that cellulite is one of
the main ingredients in corn chowder.

So none of the girls here eat anything?

Not since two became the new four
and zero became the new two.

-Well, I'm a six.
-Which is the new 14.

Oh.

-Oh. Shoot.
-Oh, never mind.

I'm sure you have plenty more
polyblend where that came from.

-(cash register clicking)
-Okay. You think my clothes are hideous.

I get it. But, you know,
I'm not going to be in fashion forever,

so I don't see the point of
changing everything about myself

just because I have this job.

Yes, that's true.
That's really what this

multibillion-dollar industry
is all about anyway, isn't it?

-Inner beauty.
-(cell phone rings)

Hello.

Right. Come on.

Miranda's pushed the
run-through up a half an hour.

Mmm!

-She's always 15 minutes early.
-Which means?

-You're already late. Come.
-Shoot!

Excuse me.

(elevator dings)

-Mr. Ravitz.
-Nigel.

-Issue going well?
-Oh, yes. Our best September ever.

Great. Heard Miranda killed autumn
jackets and pulled up the Sedona shoot.

-What's that costing me?
-About 300,000.

Must have been some lousy jackets.

-Irv Ravitz.
-Oh, I'm sorry.

This is Andy Sachs,
Miranda's new assistant.

Congratulations, young lady.

A million girls would kill for that job.

Bye-bye.

-Hmm?
-Chairman of Elias-Clarke, Irv Ravitz.

You know what they say?
Tiny man, huge ego.

No. And I've seen
all this before.

Theyskens is trying to reinvent
the drop waist, so actually it's--

-Where are all the other dresses?
-We have some right here.

-Stand, watch and listen.
-And I think it can be very interesting--

No. No, I just--
It's just baffling to me.

Why is it so impossible to put together
a decent run-through?

You people have had hours and hours
to prepare. It's just so confusing to me.

Where are the advertisers?

-We have some pieces from Banana Republic.
-We need more, don't we?

Oh. This is-- This might be--
What do you think of--

Yeah. Well, you know me.

Give me a full ballerina skirt
and a hint of saloon and I'm on board.

-But do you think it's too much like--
-Like the Lacroix from July?

I thought that, but no,
not with the right accessories.

-It should work.
-Where are the belts for this dre--

Why is no one ready?

Here. It's a tough call.

-They're so different.
-MIRANDA: Hmm.

(snorts, chuckles)

Something funny?

No. No, no. Nothing's--

You know, it's just that both those belts
look exactly the same to me.

You know, I'm still learning
about this stuff and, uh--

"This... stuff"?

Oh. Okay. I see.

You think this has nothing to do with you.

You go to your closet...

and you select-- I don't know--
that lumpy blue sweater, for instance,

because you're trying to tell the world
that you take yourself too seriously

to care about what
you put on your back.

But what you don't know is that
that sweater is not just blue.

It's not turquoise.
It's not lapis.

It's actually cerulean.

And you're also blithely
unaware of the fact

that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta
did a collection of cerulean gowns.

And then I think it was Yves Saint
Laurent-- wasn't it--

who showed cerulean military jackets?

-I think we need a jacket here.
-Mmm.

And then cerulean quickly showed up

in the collections
of eight different designers.

And then it, uh, filtered down
through the department stores

and then trickled on down
into some tragic Casual Corner,

where you, no doubt,
fished it out of some clearance bin.

However, that blue represents millions
of dollars and countless jobs,

and it's sort of comical how you think
that you've made a choice

that exempts you
from the fashion industry,

when, in fact,
you're wearing a sweater

that was selected for you
by the people in this room,

from a pile of stuff.

ANDY: So then I said,
"No, I couldn't see the difference

between the two
absolutely identical belts,"

and you should have seen
the look she gave me!

I thought the flesh was
gonna melt off her face.

-(chuckles)
-It's not funny.

She's not happy unless everyone around
her is panicked, nauseous or suicidal.

And the Clackers just worship her.

-The who?
-They call them Clackers.

The sound that their stilettos
make in the marble lobby.

It's like,
"Clack, clack, clack. clack, clack."

(groans) And they all act like
they're curing cancer or something.

(chuckling)
The amount of time and energy

that these people spend
on these insignificant,

minute details, and for what?

So that tomorrow they can spend
another $300,000 reshooting something

that was probably fine to begin with
to sell people things they don't need!

God!

-I'm not even hungry anymore.
-What?

-That is why those girls are so skinny.
-Oh. No, no, no.

Give me that. There's, like,
eight dollars of Jarlsberg in there.

(sighs) You know what?

I just have to stick it out for a year.
One year.

And then I can do what I
came to New York to do.

But I can't let Miranda get to me.

-I won't.
-Easy there, tiger.

-Oh, good morning, Miranda.
-Get me Isaac.

I don't see my breakfast here.
Are my eggs here? Where are my eggs?

Excuse me!

Pick up the Polaroids
from the lingerie shoot.

Have the brakes checked on my car.

-(truck horn honking)
-(gasps)

Where's that piece of paper
I had in my hand yesterday morning?

The girls need new surfboards or Boogie
boards or something for Spring Break.

-Hello.
-The twins also need flip-flops.

-Ow!
-Oh, my gosh!

Pick up my shoes from Blahnik,
and then go get Patricia.

-Who's that?
-Good girl! Good girl! Good girl!

Get me that little table that I liked
at that store on Madison.

Get us a reservation for dinner tonight
at that place that got the good review.

-Get me Isaac.
-Thank-you notes delivered today.

-Where is everyone?
-Why is no one working?

(Miranda's voice overlapping)

Get me Demarchelier.

I have Miranda Priestly calling for--
Okay.

I have Patrick.

(sighs) Thank God
it's Friday, right?

At least Miranda will be in Miami, so we
don't have to be on call this weekend.

You know, my dad's
coming in from Ohio.

Yeah, we're gonna go out to dinner,
maybe see Chicago.

You doing anything fun this weekend?

Yes.

(piano music playing)

ANDY: Yeah, Nate said it was great.

He actually-- He applied here, but they
wanted someone with more experience.

-Here.
-Huh? What's this?

I don't want you to get behind
on your rent.

-Dad, how did you--
-It's--

I'm gonna kill Mom.
(chuckles)

Dad, thank you.

Mm-hmm.

-It's really good to see you.
-You too, honey.

So, you want to start grilling me now,
or should we wait till after dinner?

I thought I'd let you at least enjoy
the bread basket first.

No, no, no. It's okay.
Go right ahead.

We're just a little worried, honey.

We get e-mails
from you at your office at 2:00 a.m.

Your pay is terrible.
You don't get to write anything.

Hey, that's not fair.

I wrote those e-mails.

I'm just trying to understand why someone
who got accepted to Stanford Law

turns it down to be a journalist,
and now you're not even doing that.

Dad, you have to trust me.

Being Miranda's assistant
opens a lot of doors.

Emily is going to Paris with Miranda
in a few months,

and she's gonna meet editors and writers
from every important magazine.

And in a year, that could be me.

-All right?
-Mm-hmm.

Dad, I swear, this is my break.

-This is my-- my chance.
-(cell phone ringing)

This is... my boss.

-I'm sorry, Dad. I have to take this.
-Take it. Take it.

-Hello. Miranda?
-My flight has been canceled.

It's some absurd weather problem.

I need to get home tonight. The twins
have a recital tomorrow morning at school.

-What?
-At school!

-Absolutely. Let me see what I can do.
-Oh, good.

Hi. Um, I know this
is totally last minute,

but I was hoping that you could maybe
get a flight for my boss

from Miami to New York tonight?

Uh--

ANDY: Yeah, any kind of jet.

-From Miami to New York.
-Thank you.

-Yup, I need it tonight. I need it--
-Ow!

-I thought you were going out the other--
-Sweetie! No.

-It's over here, honey.
-Tonight.

Hi. I'm trying to get
a flight tonight-- for tonight--

from Miami to New York.

Yes, I know there's a hurricane.

Nothing is flying out?
What do you mean, nothing is flying out?

It's for Miranda Priestly, and I know that

she's a client of yours,
she's flown with you before.

Yes. Yes, hi. I need a jet tonight
from Miami to New York.

-Yeah. Sorry. Hold on.
-Hello? Miranda, hi.

I'm trying to get you a flight, but no one
is flying out because of the weather.

Please. It's just--
I don't know-- drizzling.

-(thunderclap)
-Someone must be getting out.

Call Donatella. Get her jet.

Call everybody else that we know
that has a jet. Irv?

Call every-- This is your responsibi--
This is your job.

Get me home.

Oh, my God!

-She's going to murder me.
-What does she want you to do,

call the National Guard
and have her airlifted out of there?

Of course not.
Could I do that?

Come on. Come on.

The girls' recital
was absolutely wonderful.

They played Rachmaninoff.
Everyone loved it.

Everyone except me,

because, sadly, I was not there.

Miranda, I'm so sorry.

Do you know why I hired you?

I always hire the same girl--

stylish, slender, of course,

worships the magazine.

But so often, they turn out to be--

I don't know--
disappointing and, um...

...stupid.

So you, with that
impressive resume

and the big speech about
your so-called work ethic--

I, um-- I thought you
would be different.

I said to myself, go ahead.

Take a chance.

Hire the smart, fat girl.

(clears throat)
I had hope.

My God. I live on it.

Anyway, you ended up
disappointing me more than, um--

more than any
of the other silly girls.

Um, I really did everything
I could think of.

-Uh--
-That's all.

Excuse me!
Where do you think you're going?

She hates me, Nigel.

And that's my problem because--

Oh, wait.
No, it's not my problem.

I don't know what else I can do

because if I do something right,
it's unacknowledged.

She doesn't even say thank you.

But if I do something wrong,
she is vicious.

-So quit.
-What?

-Quit.
-Quit?

I can get another girl to take
your job in five minutes--

one who really wants it.

No, I don't want to quit.
That's not fair.

But, you know, I'm just saying that
I would just like a little credit

for the fact that I'm
killing myself trying.

Andy, be serious.

You are not trying.

-You are whining.
-I...

What is it that you want me
to say to you, huh?

Do you want me to say,
"Poor you.

Miranda's picking on you.
Poor you. Poor Andy"?

Hmm? Wake up, six.

She's just doing her job.

Don't you know that you
are working at the place

that published some
of the greatest artists of the century?

Halston, Lagerfeld, de la Renta.

And what they did, what they created,

was greater than art
because you live your life in it.

Well, not you, obviously,
but some people.

You think this is just a magazine, hmm?

This is not just a magazine.

This is a shining
beacon of hope for--

oh, I don't know--

let's say a young boy growing up
in Rhode Island with six brothers,

pretending to go to soccer practice when
he was really going to sewing class

and reading Runway under the covers
at night with a flashlight.

You have no idea how many legends
have walked these halls.

And what's worse, you don't care.

Because this place,
where so many people would die to work,

you only deign to work.

And you want to know why
she doesn't kiss you on the forehead

and give you a gold star
on your homework at the end of the day.

Wake up, sweetheart.

(sighs)

-Okay. So I'm screwing it up.
-Mmm.

I don't want to.

I just wish that I knew
what I could do to--

-(sighs) Nigel?
-Hmm?

Nigel, Nigel.

No.

I don't know what you expect me to do.

There's nothing in this whole closet
that'll fit a size six.

I can guarantee you.

These are all sample sizes--
two and four.

All right. We're doing
this for you.

-And--
-A poncho?

You'll take what I give you
and you'll like it.

-We're doing this Dolce for you.
-Hmm!

And shoes.

-Jimmy Choo's.
-Hmm.

-Manolo Blahnik.
-Wow.

Nancy Gonzalez.
Love that.

Okay, Narciso Rodriguez.
This we love.

-Uh, it might fit. It might.
-What?

Okay. Now, Chanel. You're
in desperate need of Chanel.

Darling, shall we?

We have to get to the
beauty department,

and God knows how long
that's going to take.

(groans)

I mean, I have no idea
why Miranda hired her.

Me neither.

The other day, we were
in the beauty department.

She held up the Shu Uemura eyelash
curler and said, "What is this?"

(laughing)

I just knew from
the moment I saw her,

she was going to be
a complete and utter disas--

-(phone rings)
-Miranda Priestly's office.

No, actually, she's not available,
but I'll leave word.

Okay, thanks. Bye.

(clears throat)

How did-- (scoffs)

-Are you wearing the--
-The Chanel boots?

Yeah, I am.

You look good.

-Oh, God.
-What?

-She does.
-Oh, shut up, Serena.

-See you guys tomorrow.
-Good night, man. Take it easy.

Take care of that finger, huh?

So, what do you think?

Uh, I think we better
get out of here

before my girlfriend sees me.

♪ Look around
Everywhere you turn it's heartache ♪

♪ It's everywhere that you go ♪

♪ Look around ♪

♪ You try everything you can to escape ♪

-♪ The pain of life that you know ♪
-(horn honking)

-♪ The life that you know ♪
-♪ If all else fails and you long to be ♪

♪ Something better than you are today ♪

♪ I know a place where you can get away ♪

♪ It's called a dance floor ♪

-♪ And here's what it's for ♪
-(cell phone rings)

♪ Come on, vogue ♪

♪ Let your body move to the music ♪

-♪ Move to the music ♪
-♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ Come on, vogue ♪

-♪ Vogue ♪
-♪ Vogue ♪

-♪ Beauty's where you find it ♪
-The gowns are fabulous.

Mm-hmm. We're gonna
use the burgundy.

♪ Vogue ♪

♪ Ooh, you've got to just ♪

-Gotta find--
-♪ Let your body go with the flow ♪♪

So we spent a whole semester
on potatoes alone.

You take the fry and squeeze it.

-See how firm that is?
-Hey. Oh, I'm so sorry I'm late.

There was a crisis
in the accessories department.

-I needed to find a python headband.
-Python's hot right now.

I have exciting presents for all of you.

Are you ready?

-What is that?
-It's a Bang & Olufsen phone.

Charlie Rose sent it
to Miranda for her birthday.

I looked it up on line. It's $1,100.

-What?
-Wow!

And I have some products.
Mason Pearson hairbrushes.

-A little Clinique.
-Ooh!

-Oh, damn it. I love your job.
-Oh! One more.

-A little thing.
-(gasps)

-Do you want it? You want-- Oh.
-Gimme! Gimme, gimme, gimme!

-I think she likes it.
-Oh, my God! This is the new Marc Jacobs!

This is sold out everywhere.
Where did you get this?

Miranda didn't want it, so--

No, no, no, no, no.
This bag is, like, $1,900.

-I cannot take this from you. (cackles)
-Yeah, you can.

-Why do women need so many bags?
-Shut up.

You have one. You put all your junk in it,
and that's it. You're done.

Fashion is not about utility.

An accessory is merely
a piece of iconography

used to express individual identity.

-Oh! And it's pretty.
-That too.

Yeah. But the thing is,
it turns out

there is more to Runway
than just fancy purses.

Look, here's an essay by Jay McInerney,
a piece by Joan Didion.

Even an interview
with Christiane Amanpour.

Looks like someone's
been drinking the Kool-Aid.

-What are you--
-(cell phone ringing)

I got it. It's--

-Yup, the Dragon Lady.
-Oh, Miranda?

-Let me talk to her.
-I need that.

I'll tell her to get
her own scrambled eggs.

Lily, no, no, no! Put that thing up!
I was gonna answer it!

It's gonna make--
Give me the... phone.

(beeps)

-(laughs)
-Hi, Miranda.

Ooh. Shh. Absolutely.

-Shh!
-Uh-huh. I'm leaving right now.

You know, you guys
didn't have to be such assholes.

(rings)

(electronic music playing)

Um, excuse me.

I'm looking for James Holt.

Um, that's him
right there.

-Oh. Thanks.
-No problem.

-I put my stuff out there,
-Really?

and I pray they improve.

-Excuse me.
-Hi.

I'm Andy. I'm picking up
for Miranda Priestly.

Oh, yes.
You must be the new Emily.

-(chuckling)
-Nice to meet you.

Oh, let me see that bag.

-Ah.
-Very, very nice.

Distressed, studded leather, pieced
by hand, finished with a metallic fringe.

(clicks tongue) Very nice, indeed.
Who made that fantastic thing?

You.

Hmm. Duh.

This way.

Uh, here we go.

It's a sketch of Miranda's dress
for the benefit.

Also the centerpiece
of my spring collection.

(whispers) Top secret stuff.

-I'll guard it with my life.
-Please do.

Come on. You're working
for Miranda Priestly now.

You must be in desperate need
of hard liquor.

Excuse us, girls.

She'll have the punch.

(clears throat)

It's deadly. Have fun.

(up-tempo music playing)

♪ And that you never seem
to be in short supply of ♪

-He's right, you know.
-Hmm?

The punch.
I drank it at James's last party.

I woke up in Hoboken wearing nothing
but a poncho and a cowboy hat.

-♪ You know I've wanted you so long ♪
-Ah. Well.

-Wise.
-(chuckling)

-Uh, hi.
-Christian Thompson.

Christian Thompson?
You're kidding.

No, you're-- You write for, like,
every magazine I love.

I actually-- I reviewed your collection
of essays for my college newspaper.

Did you mention my good looks
and my killer charm?

-No, but--
-What do you do?

Oh. Well, I want to work
for somewhere

like The New Yorker
or Vanity Fair.

-I am a writer too.
-Is that right?

-Mm-hmm.
-I should read your stuff.

-Why don't you send it over?
-Yeah?

That would be-- Thank you.
That would be great. (giggling)

But actually, right now, I'm working
as Miranda Priestly's assistant.

Oh, you're kidding.
Well, that's too bad.

That's-- Whoa.
You'll never survive Miranda.

-Excuse me?
-Well, you seem nice, smart.

You can't do that job.

Gotta go.

Okay.

Well, it was very, very nice
to meet you, Miranda girl.

Emily?

Call James Holt's office.

Tell them I want to move the
preview up to today at 12:30.

Tell everybody else.
Be ready to leave in half an hour.

But we're not expected until Tuesday.
Did she say why?

Yes. Yeah, she explained every detail
of her decision making.

And then we brushed each other's hair
and gabbed about American Idol.

I see your point.

-ANDY: What's a preview anyway?
-Good morning, Miranda.

NIGEL: Miranda insists upon seeing

all the designers' collections
before they show them.

-Great to see you.
-Hello, James.

-ANDY: And she tells them what she thinks?
-NIGEL: In her way.

Uh, this season really began for me
with a meditation

on the intersection between East and West.

NIGEL: There's a scale.
One nod is good. Two nods is very good.

There's only been one actual
smile on record,

and that was Tom Ford in 2001.

An obi belt.

NIGEL: She doesn't like it,
she shakes her head.

This is the dress that we have designed
specifically and exclusively for you.

NIGEL: Then, of course,
there's the pursing of the lips.

ANDY: Which means?

NIGEL: Catastrophe.

(whispers) Just, uh-- Just go.

-I just don't understand. I'm appalled.
-It's absurd. Appalled.

-You deal with it.
-I'll talk to him.

So because she pursed her lips,
he's gonna change his entire collection?

You still don't get it, do you?

Her opinion is the only one that matters.

-Call my husband and confirm dinner.
-At Pastis? Done.

And I'll need a change of clothes.

Well, I've already messengered
your outfit over to the shoot.

Fine. And, Andrea, I would like you
to deliver the Book to my home tonight.

-Have Emily give you the key.
-Mm-hmm.

-Guard this with your life.
-Of course.

You know, if I can deliver the Book,

that means I must have
done something right.

I'm not a psycho.

Oh, and, you know,
she called me Andrea?

I mean, she didn't call me Emily,
which is-- Isn't that great?

Yeah, whoopee. Right.

Now, it's very important that you do
exactly what I'm about to tell you.

Oh. Okay.

EMILY: The Book is assembled
by 10:00, 10:30,

and you must wait around
for it until then.

You will be delivering
Miranda's dry cleaning with the Book.

Now, the car will take you
straight to Miranda's townhouse.

You let yourself in.

Andrea. You do not talk to anyone.

Do not look at anyone.

This is of the utmost importance.
You must be invisible.

-Do you understand?
-Uh-huh.

You open the door
and you walk across the foyer.

You hang the dry cleaning
in the closet across from the staircase.

Uh--

And you leave the Book
on the table with the flowers.

(panting)

-Shit!
-GIRL: It's that door to the left.

Okay.

(whispers) Thank you.

-You can give the Book to us.
-Shh. Which-- Which table?

-It's okay. Come on up.
-No, I can't. I can't.

-What? It's okay.
-Come on.

-Yeah, come on. It's okay.
-Please stop talking.

Or you can bring the Book upstairs.
Emily does it all the time.

She does? Right.
She does, all the time.

Yeah? Okay.

(giggling)

MIRANDA: What did you expect me to do,
walk out in the middle of a cover shoot?

MAN: I rushed out of
an investment committee meeting,

and I sat there waiting
for you for almost an hour.

I told you the cell phones didn't work.

Nobody could get a signal out.

MAN: I knew what everyone in
that restaurant was thinking--

there he is, waiting for her again.

-Okay, okay! Okay, okay.
-Oh, no. Shh!

It really wasn't that big a deal.
I promise.

The twins said hello,
so I said hello back.

Then I went up the stairs
to give her the Book and--

You went upstairs?
You went upstairs.

Oh, my God. Why didn't you just

climb into bed with her and ask
for a bedtime story?

Okay, I made a mistake.
I know.

Andrea, you don't understand.

If you get fired,
that might jeopardize Paris for me.

If that happens, I will search
every Blimpie's

in the tristate area
until I track you down.

She's gonna fire me?

I don't know.
She's not happy.

MIRANDA: Andrea?

(snaps fingers)

Miranda, about last night, I--

I need the new
Harry Potter book for the twins.

Okay. Okay. I'll go down
to Barnes & Noble right now.

Did you fall down and smack
your little head on the pavement?

Not that I can recall.

We have all the published
Harry Potter books.

The twins want to know what happens next.

You want the unpublished manuscript?

We know everyone in publishing.
It shouldn't be a problem, should it?

And you can do anything, right?

(cell phone rings)

Yes, Bobbsey. I know, baby.

Mommy's working very hard
to get it for you.

She doesn't get it.

You know, I could call frickin'
J.K. Rowling herself.

I'm not gonna get a copy of that book.

My girls are leaving on the train
for their grandmother's at 4:00,

so the book better be here
no later than 3:00.

Of course!

And I would like my steak
here in 15 minutes.

No problem!
(panting)

Okay. I have four hours
to get the impossible manuscript.

Smith & Wollensky's
doesn't open until 11:30.

How am I gonna get the steak?

Okay. I will be back in 15 minutes.

-Wish me luck!
-No. Shan't.

Yes, yes, yes, yes. I've been on hold.
Well, it's for Miranda Priestly.

It's very important.

Yes, I know
it's impossible to get,

but, well, I was wondering if you could
make the impossible possible,

if that's at all possible.
(laughing)

Yes, I'm calling about
the Harry Potter manuscript.

Uh, no. Unpublished.

Not a chance?

Tell her that it's for Miranda Priestly.

'Cause I think it makes a difference.

Let me call you back.

Hi, you probably don't remember me.
We met at James Holt's party.

I'm Miranda Priestly's assistant.

The Harry Potter manuscript?
Oh, you're kidding.

Uh, sorry to ask, but I'm desperate.

Just tell her it can't be done.
You'll have to come up with a Plan "B."

Well, this is Miranda Priestly
we're talking about.

There is no Plan "B."
There's only Plan "A."

Is she back? Am I fired?

I rarely say this
to people who aren't me,

but you have got to calm down.

Bloody hell!

Coat, bag.

What's that?
Oh, I don't want that.

I'm having lunch with Irv.
I'll be back at 3:00.

I'd like my Starbucks waiting.

Oh, and if you don't have
that Harry Potter book by then,

don't even bother coming back.

(phone rings)

Hello.

Quit? Are you sure?

I failed.
She's gonna fire me anyway.

-I might as well beat her to the punch.
-Wow.

Andy, good for you.
Congratulations. You're free.

-Yeah. Well, listen, I'll call you later.
-Okay.

-(line clicks, phone rings)
-Hello.

I'm brilliant. No, really.

Monuments should be erected in my honor.

-You didn't.
-Oh, yes.

A friend of a friend does the cover art,

and she happens
to have the manuscript.

Oh, no, 'cause that would mean
that I actually did something right.

(chuckles)
It's just-- Ugh!

The thing is, Christian, I was just--

Look, you want this thing,
you better hurry.

I'll meet you at the St. Regis.

-Excuse me.
-(horn honks)

Welcome to the St. Regis.

-May I assist you with anything?
-Oh. Yes.

Uh, I'm meeting someone
at the King Cole Bar.

Right this way.

Hi.

-You have one hour.
-Thank you.

One copy.

What are my twins
gonna do with that? Share?

Oh, no, I made two copies...
and had them covered,

reset and bound so that they
wouldn't look like manuscripts.

This is an extra copy to have on file.
You know, just in case.

Well, where are these fabulous copies?
I don't see them anywhere.

(whistle blows)

ANDY: They're with the twins,
on the train on the way to Grandma's.

Is there anything else
I can do for you?

Mm-mm. That's all.

Okay.

(door opens)

-Hey.
-Hey. I went to Dean & Deluca.

Man, they charge, like,
five dollars a strawberry there.

But I figure since you quit your job,

we should celebrate.

-Listen, Nate.
-Wait a minute.

You quit your job, but you're still
working on the twins' science project?

Well, that's big of you.

Okay, after we talked, I realized
it doesn't make sense

throwing away all those
months of hard work.

I just had a moment of weakness,
that's all.

Yeah, well, either that, or your job sucks
and your boss is a wacko.

All right.

Whatever. It's your job.

Nate.

Come on.

I'm still the same person I was.

I still want the same things.

-Okay?
-Mm-hmm.

I promise. Same Andy, better clothes.

-(giggles)
-I like the old clothes.

Really?

Well, what about these necklaces?
Do you like them?

No? And this dress,
it's new.

Eh.

Well, there is one
other thing that's new

that I thought you might like.

But, uh--
What about this?

(up-tempo music playing)

You don't like it.
I should better do--

No, no, no, no.

♪ But we're never gonna survive ♪

♪ Unless we get a little crazy ♪

♪ No, we're never gonna survive ♪

♪ Unless we are a little crazy ♪

Is this number two look?
This is number two?

-Hi.
-Hi. All right.

Turn around for me, darling.

Oh, I get it. I get it. I get it.
The piece is called "Urban Jungle," right?

Yes, the modern woman unleashes
the animal within to take on the big city.

(growls)
Good. Go.

(sighs) Sometimes I can't believe
I talk about this crap all day.

-Bobby, come here. Let me see.
-Oh, thank you.

Make sure Miranda gets these
as soon as possible.

And tell her I switched
in the Dior for the Rocha.

-Oh, great. Can't wait.
-Excuse me.

-Can we adjust the attitude?
-I'm sorry.

Don't make me feed you
to one of the models.

I'm sorry.
It's a busy day.

My personal life is hanging
by a thread, that's all.

Join the club. That's what happens when
you start doing well at work, darling.

Let me know when your
whole life goes up in smoke.

That means it's time for a promotion.

No. All right, February,
back of the issue.

Did anybody speak
with Salma's people yet?

Yes, but she'd rather do a summer cover
because she has a movie coming out.

No. Also, I'm pulling the Toobin piece
on the Supreme Court women--

(inhales) woman.

And I need to see a new
draft on that piece

about shopping for a plastic surgeon--
It's dull.

And this layout
for the Winter Wonderland spread.

Not wonderful yet.

Oh, okay. I-I'll look at it.

What about Testino?
Where are we on that?

Zac Posen's doing
some very sculptural suits.

So I suggested that, uh, Testino shoot
them at the Noguchi Garden.

Perfect.

Thank God somebody
came to work today.

What about accessories for April?

One thought I had was enamel.
Um, bangles, pendants, earrings.

No. We did that two years ago.
What else?

Um, well, they're showing a lot of florals
right now, so I was thinking--

Florals? For spring?
Groundbreaking.

But we thought about shooting them
in an industrial space.

We thought the contrast
between the femininity of the florals

and the more raw,
rough-hewn background

would create this
wonderful tension between--

-No.
-Which?

-(Emily coughing)
-No.

(coughing continues)

Does anybody else have anything
I can possibly use?

Antibacterial wipes perhaps?

(groans)

(keyboard typing)

-How's the cold doing?
-Like death warmed up, actually.

(sniffles) Oh, God.
It's the benefit tonight.

I've been looking forward to it
for months.

I refuse to be sick.

I'm wearing Valentino,
for crying out loud.

Right. Well, everybody
will be leaving soon to get ready,

so I suggest you go and drop Miranda's
Fendi bag off at the showroom,

and then I suppose
you can just go home.

Yeah? Oh, well, that is great.
Perfect actually.

I need to get to Magnolia Bakery
before it closes.

It's Nate's birthday tonight.

So we're, uh,
having a little party for him.

Yeah, I'm hearing this,
and I wanna hear this.

Bye.

I love my job. I love my job.
I love my job.

(chattering)

(cell phone rings)

Hello?

Before the benefit tonight,
I need to make sure

that you're both fully prepped
on the guest list.

But I thought that only
the first assistant went to the benefit.

Only when the first assistant
hasn't decided to become

an incubus of viral plague.

You'll come and help Emily.

That's all.

Right. These are all of the guests.
Miranda invites everyone.

We have to make sure that they all think
she knows exactly who they are.

And I've been studying for weeks.

I have to learn all these by tonight?

No, don't be silly, Andrea.
These too.

Look, you better
just start without me, okay?

-I'll get there as soon as I can.
-Andy, come on, it's his birth--

Okay, but hurry.

Oh, please, believe me, I will.
This is the last thing that I wanna--

Ooh, I love that.

Uh, I'll call you the second
I'm leaving, okay?

-Will that fit me?
-Oh, yeah.

A little Crisco and some fishing line,
and we're in business.

(sarcastic chuckle)

(electronic dance music playing)

Well, nothing really.
I mean, this is--

I mean, really,
this is the social event of the season.

♪ I'm too near to make it clear ♪

♪ Emotional suicide ♪

♪ Is this love I'm thinking of ♪

-Oh, oh, my God. Andy, you look so chic.
-♪ I know that ♪

Oh, thanks, Em.
You look so thin.

-Do I?
-Yeah.

Oh, it's for Paris.
I'm on this new diet.

It's very effective.
Well, I don't eat anything.

And then when I feel like I'm about
to faint, I eat a cube of cheese.

-Well, it's definitely working.
-I know.

I'm just one stomach flu
away from my goal weight.

-(electronic dance music playing)
-♪ Look at us, we're beautiful ♪

♪ All the people push and pull but ♪

♪ Let's just go out and ride ♪

♪ Talk about the things we try ♪

That's John Folger, the new artistic
director of the Chelsea Rep.

-John, thanks for coming.
-Hey, there.

JOHN: Oh, thank you.
It's always nice seeing you.

-Stop fidgeting.
-I'm sorry. I'm so late.

Just deal with it.
You have to be here.

Emily, come here.

Isn't that Jacqueline Follet
from French Runway?

Oh, my God,
and Miranda hates her.

She was supposed to arrive
after Miranda left.

-I didn't-- Oh.
-Yeah.

-Miranda, fabulous event as always.
-You brought Jacqueline.

-Surprise.
-Quelle surprise.

Oh, wonderful.

We're so happy you were able
to come to our little gathering.

Of course.
I plan my whole year around this.

Well, we're so grateful that you do.

-Ciao.
-Have you gotten my note?

Yes, I did.
We'll discuss it on Wednesday.

-Yes, I agree. No business tonight.
-Not tonight.

-Enjoy.
-(sniffles)

Em.

Oh, thanks. Thanks.

Oh, um-- Oh, my God.

I just can't remember what his name is.

I just saw his name
this morning on the list.

It's-- Oh, I know this.
It's something to do with--

Wait, he was-- he was part of the--
Oh, God, I know this. Um--

It's Ambassador Franklin,

and that's the woman that
he left his wife for, Rebecca.

-Rebecca. Ambassador.
-Miranda.

-You look fabulous.
-Oh, very kind.

-Thank you.
-(chattering continues)

-Look at you.
-Hello.

You're-- You're a vision.

-Oh. (scoffs)
-Thank God I saved your job.

(stammers, chuckles)

You know, I figured out
a few things on my own too.

Turns out, I'm not as nice
as you thought.

I hope not.

Well, if it weren't
for the stupid boyfriend,

I'd have to whisk you away
right here and now.

Do you actually say things
like that to people?

-Evidently.
-(giggles) Well, I gotta go.

Are you sure? 'Cause my editor
for New York Magazine is inside,

and, you know,
I could introduce you two.

You sent over your stuff
for me to look at? Remember?

Yeah.

All right, I gotta admit,
I only read a couple.

-It was a very large packet you sent.
-(laughing)

-Yeah.
-But what I did read wasn't half bad.

And, you know, I think--
I think you have a talent, Andy.

He should meet you.

Why don't you come in?
Just for one drink.

Um, okay, yeah.
I guess I could for one--

No, I can't.
I'm sorry, but I have to go.

All right.
Give my best to the boyfriend.

Roy, I'm sorry.
Can you go any faster?

I'm sure Nate will understand.

Yeah.

(TV, indistinct)

Hey.

Happy birthday.

Nate, I'm so sorry.

I kept trying to leave,
but there was a lot going on.

And, you know,
I didn't have a choice.

Don't worry about it.

(grunts) I'm gonna go to bed.

Can we at least talk about this?

You look really pretty.

MIRANDA: Andrea?

-Do you have the Book?
-Oh. Uh--

Mm.

Paris is the most important week
of my entire year.

I need the best
possible team with me.

That no longer includes Emily.

Wait. You want me to--

(stammering) No, Miranda.

(exhales) Emily would die.

Her whole life is about Paris.

She hasn't eaten in weeks.
I-I can't... do that.

Miranda, I can't.

If you don't go,
I'll assume you're not serious

about your future at Runway or...

any other publication.

The decision's yours.

That's all.

(down-tempo music playing)

♪ Fill these spaces up with days ♪

♪ In my room ♪

♪ You can go you can stay ♪

(laughing)

♪ I can't sleep ♪

♪ I can't speak to you ♪

♪ I can't sleep ♪

♪ Now these years locked in my drawer ♪

♪ I'll open to see ♪

-♪ Just to be sure ♪
-Hey, Andy.

-Hey.
-You coming to bed anytime soon?

Uh, yeah.
Five minutes, okay?

♪ I can't speak to you ♪

♪ I can't sleep ♪

(sighs)

(fax printing)

(clears throat)

Andrea, don't forget to tell Emily.

Do it now.

-(line ringing)
-Don't pick up.

Don't pick up.

-Don't pick up. Don't pick--
-Hi.

-Emily.
-Hi, hi. Sorry I'm late.

It's just Miranda wanted
some scarves from Hermès.

And she did tell me yesterday,
but I forgot like an idiot.

And so I freaked out, of course.

Emily, Emily,
I-I need to talk to you.

I called Martine at home, and she
opened the shop early. Whoa! I'm sorry.

She opened the shop early for me,
so I got them, which is great.

Okay. Um, Emily,
wh-when you come in,

there's something
I have to talk to you about.

Well, I hope it's not
another Miranda problem.

Not exactly.

Well, good, because I've got so much to
deal with before I go. I swear to God--

-(gasps)
-(horn honks)

-(people exclaiming)
-WOMAN: Oh, my God!

Emily?

(woman on P.A., indistinct)

(elevator bell dings)

I don't care if she was gonna fire you
or beat you with a red-hot poker!

You should have said no.

Emily, I didn't have a choice.

-Oh. Please.
-You know how she is.

-That is a pathetic excuse.
-(door opens)

Thanks.

Do you know what really just...
gets me about this whole thing,

is that, you know, you're the one who said
you don't really care about this stuff.

And you don't really care about fashion.
You just wanna be a journalist.

What a pile of bollocks!

Emily, I know you're mad.
I don't blame you.

Face it, Andy, you sold your soul

the day you put on that first pair
of Jimmy Choo's.

I saw it. And you know what really just
kills me about this whole thing,

is the clothes that you're gonna get.

I mean, you don't deserve them.

You eat carbs, for Christ's sake.

God, it's so unfair!

-Emily.
-Just go.

-Emily, I--
-I said go!

(sighs)

DOUG: You are going to Paris
for the couture shows?

ANDY: Mm-hmm.

That's the coolest fashion event
of the year.

Mm-hmm.

-Who are you going to see, Galliano?
-Yeah.

-And Lagerfeld and Nicholas Ghesquiere.
-Yep.

-Yes. Okay, now you're scaring me.
-(chuckles)

-Hey.
-Hey.

This show is amazing.

-I am so proud of you.
-LILY: Thank you.

Okay, start with the photos in the back
and work your way forward.

That is the way I designed it.
It is brilliant. You will love it.

-Of course.
-And you,

I have somebody
I want you to meet, okay?

-Ooh, art and sex.
-Lead the way.

-See you later.
-Okay.

(down-tempo music playing)

♪ I've no regrets ♪

♪ Every single work I find ♪

♪ Don't hold our breath ♪

-♪ Wait for another sign ♪
-Hey. Hey, Miranda girl.

-Hi.
-I was just thinking about you.

Oh, come on.

-It's true.
-No.

I'm profiling Gaultier for Interview and,
uh, making my Paris plans.

I found myself wondering
if, uh, you were gonna be there.

Well, actually, um, I am going.

Great. I'm staying in a fantastic
little hotel in the Seventh,

right across the street from the falafel
restaurant that will change your life.

(chuckles) I'm sorry.
I'll be too busy working.

You'll have to find
someone else's life to change.

Well, that's just it.

I'm beginning to wonder if I can.

Lily.

Lily, he's just a guy I know from work.

-Yeah, that looked like work.
-Look, you're making a big deal out of--

You know, the Andy I know
is madly in love with Nate,

is always five minutes early...

and thinks, I don't know,
Club Monaco is couture.

For the last 16 years,
I've known everything about that Andy.

But this person?

This "glamazon" who skulks
around in corners...

with some random hot fashion guy?

I don't get her.

-Lily.
-Have fun in Paris.

You going to Paris?

Uh, yeah. It just happened.

I thought Paris was a big deal
for Emily or--

Great. Now you're gonna
give me a hard time too?

Hey, Andy. Andy!

-Andy, what the hell is wrong with you?
-I-I didn't have a choice, okay?

-Miranda asked me, and I couldn't say no.
-I know.

That's your answer for everything lately,
"I didn't have a choice."

-Like this job was forced on you.
-Nate, I get it, okay?

Like you don't make
these decisions yourself.

You're mad because I work late all the
time and I missed your birthday party.

-And I'm sorry.
-Oh, come on. What am I, four?

You-- You hate Runway
and Miranda.

And you think fashion is stupid.
You've made that clear.

Andy, I make port wine
reductions all day.

I'm not exactly in the Peace Corps.

You know, I wouldn't care if you were
out there pole dancing all night,

as long as you did it
with a little integrity.

You used to say this was just a job.

You used to make fun of the Runway girls.

What happened?
Now you've become one of them.

-That's absurd.
-That's okay.

That's fine. Just own up to it.

And then we can stop pretending like we
have anything in common anymore.

-You don't mean that, do you?
-No, I do.

Well, maybe this trip
is coming at a good time.

Maybe we should take a break.

Nate?

(cell phone ringing)

I'm sorry.
Just... one second?

You know, in case you were wondering,

the person whose calls you always take,
that's the relationship you're in.

I hope you two are very happy together.

(cell phone continues ringing)

Hello, Miranda.

(up-tempo music playing)

♪ In the city ♪

♪ Of blinding lights ♪

♪ I'm getting ready ♪

♪ To leave the ground ♪

♪ Oh, you look so beautiful ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ In the city ♪

♪ Of blinding lights ♪

♪ The more you know the less you feel ♪

♪ Some pray for, others steal ♪

♪ Blessings not just
for the ones who kneel ♪

♪ Luckily ♪

(chattering)

Pardon. Miranda.

-(speaking Italian)
-Maestro. Mmm.

How are you? So glad to see you.
Thank you for coming.

-You like the collection?
-Absolutely.

-I think it's the best in years.
-This is very important for me.

-Very, very important.
-I'm very happy for you.

-This is my new Emily.
-Hello. How do you do?

-I'm good. Pleasure.
-Nice to meet you.

You love the show?

-Miranda. This way!
-(clamoring)

Miranda. Nigel.
Fashion's great gatekeepers.

Miranda, what is Runway's position on
French fashion versus American fashion?

-I've been thinking--
-Oh.

-You still owe me for Harry Potter.
-Oh, do I?

Of course you do.
Are you working tonight?

Oh! No, actually Miranda
has a dinner.

Great, you're free. Oh, but there
is the problem of le boyfriend.

Wait, don't tell me.
The boyfriend non plus?

Je suis tres, très désolé.

Oh, you're so full of it.
You're not désolé at all.

No, not even a little.
What time should I pick you up?

-Uh-- Yeah.
-I'll call you.

Oh.

Oh, there you are.
(clears throat)

We need to go over the seating, uh,
chart for the luncheon.

Okay.
Um, yeah, sure.

I have it right here.

By all means, move at a glacial pace.
You know how that thrills me.

Okay.

So...

first of all, we need to
move Snoop Dogg to my table.

But your table's full.

Stephen isn't coming.

Oh, Stephen is--

So I don't need to fetch Stephen
from the airport tomorrow?

Well, if you speak to him and he
decides to rethink the divorce,

then, yes, fetch away.

You're very fetching, so go fetch.

And then when we get back to New York,
we need to contact, um...

...Leslie to see what she can do
to minimize the press...

...on all this.

Another divorce...

...splashed across Page Six.

I can just imagine what
they're gonna write about me.

"The Dragon Lady,"
"career-obsessed."

"Snow Queen drives away
another Mr. Priestly."

Rupert Murdoch should cut me a check
for all the papers I sell for him.

Anyway, I don't--

I don't really care
what anybody writes about me.

But my-- my girls, I just--

It's just so unfair to the girls.

It's just...

...another disappointment,

another letdown,
another father... figure...

(chuckles) ...gone.

Anyway, the point is--
(clears throat)

The point is-- (sighs)

The point is we really need to figure out
where to place Donatella,

because she's barely speaking to anyone.

I'm so sorry, Miranda.

If you want me to cancel
your evening, I can.

Don't be ridiculous.
Why would we do that?

Um, is--

Is there anything else I can do?

Your job.

That's all.

(knocking)

Hi. I need Miranda's itinerary
for tomorrow.

-Okay. Come on in.
-All right? Thanks.

-Who put that together for you?
-This?

Oh, it's just--
it's just something I threw on.

Turn around.
Let me see. Turn.

-Mm. Incroyable.
-Yeah?

It's really just-- No, it's--

-No, gorgeous.
-Yeah? Okay, good.

Really. I think that
my work here is done.

Oh.

We're going to celebrate.
I'm going to get some champagne.

Okay.
What are we toasting?

We are toasting, my dear,
to the dream job.

The one that a million girls wanted.

Which I got months ago.

I'm not talking about you.

Mm-hmm.

-James Holt--
-Yeah.

Massimo Corteleoni...

...is investing in James's company
and taking it global.

-Mm-hmm.
-Bags, shoes, fragrances-- the works.

And James needs a partner.

And that partner would be me.

-Does Miranda--
-No, no, Miranda knows, because--

-Oh.
-Oh, she put me up for it!

-God, no. Can you imagine?
-But-- But-- But you're leaving.

-Mm-hmm.
-I can't imagine Runway without you.

I know, I know,
but I'm so excited though.

This is the first time in 18 years
I'm going to be able

to call the shots in my own life.

Oh, my God!

I'm going to be able to come to Paris
and actually see Paris.

Well, congratulations.

-Huh? Oh.
-Nigel, you deserve it.

You bet your size-six ass.
(guffaws)

-Four.
-Really?

-(glasses clink)
-Cheers.

-Cheers to you.
-To us.

-Let me see that.
-(giggles)

(woman singing in French)

Okay, I just wanna say that yes,

there are things Miranda does
that I don't agree with, but--

Come on. You hate her.

-Just admit it to me.
-No.

She's a--
She's a notorious sadist,

and not--
not in a good way.

Okay, she's tough,
but if Miranda were a man,

no one would notice anything about her,
except how great she is at her job.

(chuckles) I'm sorry. I can't--
I can't believe this.

-You're defending her?
-Yeah.

The wide-eyed girl peddling
her earnest newspaper stories?

You, my friend,
are crossing over to the dark side.

I resent that.

-You shouldn't. It's sexy.
-Sexy?

-Really?
-Really.

So do you--
do you know where we're going?

-'Cause I'm lost.
-Yeah.

Yeah, don't worry. I know this city
like the back of my hand.

It's my favorite place in the whole world.

You know, Gertrude Stein once said,

"America is my country,
and Paris is my hometown."

-(laughs)
-It's true.

What do you do?
Do you just write stuff like that down

and then file it away to use on us girls?

-I'm Christian Thompson. That's my way.
-That's your way. Right.

I work freelance.
I have a lot of free time on my hands.

You know, I never understood
why everyone was so crazy about Paris,

but...

it is so beautiful. (giggles)

Mm. I-I can't. I'm sorry. I can't.

You know, Nate and I just split up
a couple days ago, and I can't.

Ooh. I've had too much wine.

And my hearing-- vision--
judgment's impaired.

No, I barely know you.
I'm in a strange city.

I... am out of excuses.

Thank God.

(groans)

(gasps)

Yes.

Oh, shoot.

(door opens)

Bonjour, madame.

Uh, what the hell is this?

What does it look like?
It's a mock-up.

Yeah. Of?

Of what American Runway
will look like

when Jacqueline Follet
is the new editor in chief.

Wh-- They're replacing Miranda?

Yeah. And she's bringing me in
to run all the editorial content.

You're really surprised?

Jacqueline's a lot younger than Miranda.
She has a fresher take on things.

Not to mention American Runway's

one of the most expensive books
in the business.

Jacqueline does the same thing
for a lot less money.

And Irv--
Irv's a businessman, you know.

Miranda will be devastated.

Her whole life is about Runway.
He can't do that to her.

It's done. Irv's gonna tell Miranda
after the party for James.

And she has no idea?

She's a big girl. She'll be fine.

Shi--
I have to go.

Andy.

Andy, it's done.

Baby, it's done.

I'm not your baby.

-(phone ringing)
-Allo.

Oh! Oh!
Thank God you're there.

-(sighs) Excuse me?
-I need to talk to you right away.

It's about Jacqueline Follet.

Shit! Oh, shit!
Shit, shit, shit!

-Yes.
-Oh, hello, um, Mr. Ravitz, I'm so sorry

-to bother you. I was wondering--
-Have you completely lost your mind?

-I need to talk to you.
-Do not disturb me again.

But, um, it's just for one--
Miranda!

(horn honks)

Miranda. Miranda.
Wait, I need to talk to you.

Irv is making Jacqueline Follet
the editor in chief of Runway.

Christian Thompson told me
he's gonna work for her.

Irv is going to tell you today,
so I thought maybe if I told you,

-that you could fix it.
-Do I smell freesias?

What? No.
I-I specifically told them--

If I see freesias anywhere,

I will be very disappointed.

For 72 years, Runway
has been more than a magazine.

It has been a beacon
of elegance and grace.

Miranda Priestly is the finest possible
guardian of that beacon,

setting a standard that inspires people
across the globe.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you Miranda Priestly.

Thank you, my dear friend.

Bonjour.
(chuckles)

Thank you very much for coming today

to help celebrate
our dear friend, James Holt.

But before I talk to you about James

and his many accomplishments,

I would like first
to share some news with you.

Um, as many of you know,

uh, recently Massimo Corteleoni

has agreed to finance the expansion
of the James Holt label,

transforming the work
of this visionary artist

into a global brand,
which is really an exciting enterprise.

Runway and James Holt
share many things in common,

chief among them,
a commitment to excellence.

And so, it should come as no surprise

that when the time came
for James to choose

the new president
of James Holt International,

he chose from within the Runway family.

And it's my great happiness today

to announce to you all that that person...

...is my friend and
longtime esteemed colleague...

...Jacqueline Follet.

Thank you. Merci.

And now to the main event,

our celebration of James Holt.

We at Runway are very proud
to have been--

When the time is right,
she'll pay me back.

You sure about that?

No.

But I hope for the best.

I have to.

(people clamoring)

You thought I didn't know.

I've known what was happening
for quite some time.

It just took me a little while

to find a suitable alternative
for Jacqueline.

And that James Holt job
was so absurdly overpaid

that, of course, she
jumped at it. (chuckles)

So I just had to tell Irv that Jacqueline
was unavailable.

The truth is, there is no one
that can do what I do,

including her.

Any of the other choices
would have found that job impossible,

and the magazine would have suffered.

(sighs)
Especially because of the list.

The list of designers,
photographers,

editors, writers, models, all of whom
were found by me, nurtured by me

and have promised me
they will follow me

whenever and if ever
I choose to leave Runway.

(chuckles)

So he reconsidered.

But I was very, very impressed
by how intently you tried to warn me.

I never thought
I would say this, Andrea,

but I really--

I see a great deal of myself in you.

You can see beyond what people want
and what they need,

and you can choose for yourself.

I don't think I'm like that.

I--

I couldn't do what you did to Nigel,
Miranda.

I couldn't do something like that.

Mm. You already did.

To Emily.

That's not what I--

No, that was-- that was different.
I didn't have a choice.

Oh, no, you chose.
You chose to get ahead.

You want this life,
those choices are necessary.

But what if... this isn't what I want?

I mean, what if I don't
want to live the way you live?

Don't be ridiculous, Andrea.
Everybody wants this.

Everybody wants to be us.

(reporters clamoring)

(mid-tempo music playing)

(cell phone ringing)

I have to be at work in 20 minutes.

What's up?

Well, I just--

I wanted to say that
you were right about everything.

That...

...I turned my back on my friends
and my family

and everything I believed in,
and-- and for what?

For shoes and shirts
and jackets and belts.

Nate.

I'm sorry.

I-- (clears throat)

I flew up to Boston
while you were gone.

I interviewed at the Oak Room.

And?

And you're looking
at their new sous-chef.

-I'm moving up there in a couple weeks.
-That's great. Congratulations.

I don't know what I'm gonna do without
those late-night grilled cheeses, but--

I'm pretty sure
they have bread in Boston.

May even have Jarlsberg.

We might be able
to figure something out.

You think?

Yeah.

So, what about you?
I mean, what are you gonna do now?

Actually, I, uh-- I have
a job interview today.

-Oh, yeah?
-Mm-hm.

That's what you're wearing?

Shut up. I like this.

-Andy, Greg Hill.
-Hello.

Come on.
These clips are excellent.

This thing on the Janitors' Union,
that's exactly what we do here.

My only question is, Runway?

You were there for less than a year.

What the hell kind of a blip is that?

Learned a lot.

In the end, though,
I kind of... screwed it up.

I, uh, called over there for a reference,
left word with some snooty girl.

Next thing you know,
I got a fax from Miranda Priestly herself,

saying that of all the assistants
she's ever had,

you were, by far,
her biggest disappointment.

And, if I don't hire you,

I am an idiot.

You must have done something right.

-(beeping)
-(phone ringing)

Miranda Priestly's office.

Hey, Emily, it's Andy.

Don't hang up.
I have a favor to ask you.

You have a favor to ask of me?

Yeah. The thing is, I have
all these clothes from Paris,

and I don't have anyplace
to wear them,

so I was wondering
if you could take them off my hands.

Well, I don't know.
It's a huge imposition.

And I'll have to get them taken in.
I mean, they'll drown me.

But I suppose I could help you out.

I will have Roy pick them up
this afternoon.

Thanks, Em.
I appreciate it. Good luck.

You have some very
large shoes to fill.

I hope you know that.

I don't understand
why it is so challenging...

to get my car when I ask for it.

(chuckles)

Go.

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