All language subtitles for Dietland 1x2

I think it was Margaret Atwood

who said that
women's biggest fear

is that men will kill them.

Men's worst fear about women?

Being laughed at.

I had both.

OK, Ms. Kettle.

One-thirty over eighty-five
is still good.

but we're going to need
to see more movement
with the weight

if you want to have
that surgery.

I've been pretty religious
with my program.

Well, you might want
to try a new religion.

Vibrating belt machine,
green tea diet,

hot yoga, chia seeds,
raw foods, sweat cure...

fasting, meditation,
Herbalife,

sleep cure, paleo diet,
journaling, acupuncture,

fat blockers, hypnotism--

I tried themall,

including actual prayer.

The only one
that almost worked,

and almost killed me--

the Baptist Weight Loss Clinic.

Hey, I know it's tough.

A lot of my patients
almost starve before
the weight comes off.

I've been losing slowly,
I--

It's about a shock
to the system.

Whatever you're doing now,
try reducing another
500 calories.

That puts me under 700.
A day.

Lookit, I can't authorize
this surgery

unless you lose
another 15 pounds.

Minimum.

Now, this story just keeps
getting crazier...

and more tragic.

Seems those two men
thrown to their death
on the 110 freeway

were both
embroiled in a rape case
before their murders.

- They were among
the alleged attackers...
- Here you go.

...of a young girl
who took her own life

by jumping in front
of a speeding train.

Doesn't my insurance
cover most of this?

Didn't you get
the new policy?

You need to pay in full
for your visits.

If you're covered,
you'll get it back

when your insurance
reimburses you.

It's $170 for today.

It now seems
these two sad stories...

- Yeah.

...these two men's deaths
may have been

an act of revenge.

In a macabre twist,

UNN has learned
from a source

that Plum's credit card
may be declined.

Are you sure you made
your payment, hon?

What?

You got 170 smackers
on that card

for a fatty appointment?

I think so.

I-I mean, on the card.

But if I don't
get the money back soon

it's gonna be tight.

OK, then. Fingers crossed.

Both men were tagged
with a name...

Great. So, we emailed
a copy of your receipt.

- ...calling card,
which read simply...
- Thank you.

- "Jennifer."
- Sure.

Weird, right?
Like, themost harmless name.

My sister is named Jennifer.

Yeah, I guess.

The question now on the minds
of law enforcement,

as well as the rest
of the nation, is:

Who is Jennifer?

Would someone enlighten me?

Who uses primer?

You got your serum,
your sunscreen,

your primer,
thenyour foundation,

then your fixing powder
and spray.

That's six layers of shit
on your face

before you walk out the door.

I mean, who does that?

Hello?

Hello?

Sorry. Sorry, sorry.

I'm just--
I'm still--

I'm so impressed
that she didit.

Plum!
Like, and these notes.

It's like, do you need
more evidence that
girls need us?

Like, lookit. We ha--
Cutter. Cutter.

Exercise addict.
Incest. Rape.

Rape. We got...

somuch rape.

Anyone can see our Plum
has a secret rebel heart.

Ooh! I could
just eat her up.

Yeah. I mean,
not literally,
like you,

but yes.

Whatever you're thinkin',
cut it out.

You are done with her
as of right now.

- But what if we could help--
- Done, dearheart.

We've already got
what we needed.

And we don't know
if we can trust her.

And I'm not sure
she's ready for us.

OK, please
just hear me out
for a minute--

Let it go.
Now, I know I taught you
to question authority,

but not mine.

That seems a little
second-wave.

- Oh, for heaven's sake.
What now?

Some hideous T

Yeah, I just-- 'cause I have--
I'm late for class anyway,
I think.

I don't know.
I'm late for something.
So, bye!

Julia. Now.

I'd been checking my emails,

but there was nothing
from Kitty, thank God.

So far no one seemed to know

about my very impulsive
decision to become a criminal.

All right.
700 calories a day
is drastic,

but at least
it's not nothing.

When I do my green tea cleanses,
it's two weeks.

- Look, I know

you work your ass off,
all right?

It's fine.
I just want to move on.

Movin' on.

So what's been goin' on
with you?

Any word
from the basement lady?

Julia?
Not since the other day.

No Goth Girl sightings
around here, huh?

No, not a trace.

Huh. I guess that was it.

That's so weird.

Julia just wanted to tell you
you're destined for greater
things, that's all.

They gave you that book,
and now they're done with you?

Hello?

You scared of it still?

Kind of.

I feel like it'll be opening
a whole can of worms.

No. Just a book.

You don't have to read it,
ya know.

But it was delivered unto me

by a goth angel.

OK, well, you get on it.

I used my triple lipid cream
and my rosewater mister,

but I just can't
keep the glow today.

Oh, shut up.
You look fabulous.

Isn't there some new
life-changing thing

I simply have to try?

Always.
Nature of the beast.

True.

Everything OK, Kiki?

I mean, we never
see you down here
unless you're stressed.

You know...
that may be why I'm dry.

You want to talk about it?

I'm here.

And I'm so grateful.

You are my rock.

My eyes and ears
on the ground.

Under the ground. Ha.

- I did.

How's that goin'?
Are there any leads?

Nothing. And you know how
I hate not knowing things.

I do. I do.

Must be one of those crazies

who blames the media
for all the world's woes.

It has to be. And what if
they come after me?

I mean, I am the most
recognizable face at Austen.

You know Stanly was never
interested in that stuff.

You are. You are the face.

But-- and please
don't take this
the wrong way...

You know I'm not sensitive.

You oversee women's titles.

I mean, with everything
that's goin' on,

the crazies just aren't
that interested in you.

Hmm. I never
thought of it that way.

What you do is vital.
Soimportant.

But people don't think
it's important.

So that keeps you safe,
see?

Oh, my goodness.

Yes. I guess that
that's reassuring.

I'd like to make
more of a mark, though.

And you will. You will.

But safety-wise, you just

rest easy-- for now.

Ya hear?

Thank you, Julia.

I knew you would know
what to think. You always do.

- Well, I try--
- Bring that up with you,
will you?

And throw some dry shampoo
in there for Eladio.

He stinks.

Do you make birthday cakes?

- Um...
- I'm having a thing.

It's for my birthday.

I-- Wow. Uh--

I'm tryin' to cut back
on the baking.

Oh.

It's not forever.
I-- I'm just busy.

That sucks. But hey,
you should still come.

- Yeah. It'll be fun.

Just, like, a few friends...

How many friends?

Just...fifty?

Uh, it's like
people from school,

guys I skate with,
my subway buds...

- I'm sorry. I just--
- No, no, no. Go ahead.

It almost seems quaint now...

- This is Plum.
- that I was worried about

turning over those girls'
email addresses to Julia.

When?

I had no idea

how small a role I was playing
in Jennifer's Grand Guignol.

Oh, give it to me.

♪♪

Come on, Malleck.

Oh. OK.

Into the woods.

Jesus, this girl's...

Hey, baby,
wait for Daddy.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

Don't go too fast.

I'm not really...
so much...in shape.

♪♪

Any word back
from Malleck Ferguson?

I've tried everywhere.
Nothing.

Malleck.
Oh, he's the one who--

- Mal's a character.
- Never convicted.

He's probably on a shoot.

Or at some
billionaire's chalet

with a bunch
of baby "models."

Leave him another message.

Tell him I want him
to shoot Rihanna,

and I'll get Tim Walker
if he doesn't get back
to me by tomorrow.

- He'll hate that.

Dear God, no.

I wanthim
to photograph her.

- Love it.

You are a wicked kitty cat.

Isn't there an unofficial
boycott on Malleck?

I mean, after those models
said what they heard--

- Oh, he said, she said. It's--

Rumors. You know,

the lines get blurry
with creatives. Kiss kiss.

More? What am I supposed
to do with all this shit?

Put it on your face?

Ohh. You're a riot.

Anything good?

Kitty got you
dry shampoo.

Which is code for
"You need a shower."

Showering is the new sitting,

which was the new smoking--

sobad for you.

OK, I don't even know
what that sentence means.

Here. Clé de Peau.

She didn't even open
the last one.

If this pretty baby turns up
on eBay, it wasn't me.

Kitty seems anxious.

What do you know
about these leaks?

Not much.

But the detective
they got is...dreamy,

so I shouldn't complain.

Detective?

- Mm-hmm.

He's been poking around.

Hmm. Not in the way
that I wish he would.

Hmm. Well,
good luck with that.

I'm gonna keep a look out
for this detective.

- Get an eyeful.
- Do.

And the next time
she wants to go shopping,

give her trial sizes,
would you?

- Whoo! Hey!
- Oh, my God, you scared me.

Oh. Sorry. I can't imagine
what you must think of me,

like, "Who is this gawky weird
girl tracking my ass

like some hunter on, like,
a beaver hunting show
or something."

Kitty called me
into her office.

Ah. Oh, but that happens,
right? So--

I was just there!
It has to be about the emails!

Not necessarily.
The server you sent
that stuff to

- is crazy secure.
- I can't believe this.

I had temporary insanity.

I don't do well with stress.
I haven't been sleeping--

Is that why you take the Y?

How do you know
about that?

Oh, I'm observant.

I have this freaky
attention thing,

it's like ADD, sort of,

but I'm usually
all over the place.

But when I care
about something,

I am crazy focused,
like laser-beam focused.

Listen, someone like me
has a hard time finding a job.

If I lose this,
if I get fired,

I lose my insurance,

and then I'm gonna be
really, really not good.

OK, I'll talk to Julia.

She will wait,
because she doesn't
want you to suffer, OK?

In the meantime,
I want you to go see someone.

Verena Baptist.

What! I told her about you,
and she wants to meet.

That's ridiculous.

Oh, no, she's
super-intimidating,
but also a-mazing.

She will change your life.

By convincing me
to stay obese.

She hurt a lot of people
when she closed those clinics.

Is that what you

So, wait,
did you read the book?

You just gave it to me.

And how did you know that
I was on the Baptist Plan, huh?

- If you guys are hacking me--
- I didn't know.

I mean, for sure.
It was just...

you know, the way you...eat.

Like the 12 Commandments
of Mealtime,

um, from the program?

You know, the "always
leave food on your plate,"

and "use smaller utensils"
and "chew each bite 50 times"

and all that stuff,
you still do them...all.

I do not.

I have video. Actually,
if you want to see--

Oh, my God!

Not like scary video,
just like on my phone.

Why am I even
talking to you?
I don't know you.

But I want you to.
Know me.

I-- I am ripe
for the knowing.

But why?

I don't understand why
any of this is happening.

Neither did I,
and then Julia found me,

like...like she found you.

People don't really
see themselves, you know?

Like, some awful people
think that everything
they do is magic,

and then...

and then people who actually
make the world a better place

think that
they're pieces of shit.

But your...letters.

You know, Julia saw you
through your writing,

just-- just like she saw me.

- No. God, no.

Um, I just-- I did, um--

I do, like, rants
on YouTube or whatever.

But look, the point is
that my-- my life was in theory,

you know? Like, I didn't
actually do anything...

just like you.

No offense.

Julia knows
that you and me...

we are too smart...

we are too smart
for the lives that
we thought we deserved.

We are special.

Or we're weak...

impressionable.

You got your attention thing,
I'm...what I am.

Look...

go see Verena.

Please.

She will help you.

Oh, um,
but we don't tell Julia

that I sent you?

Or, you know, that we talked
or...anything, actually.

Um, I have to go. I have class,
maybe. I-- I don't know.

Anyway, I gotta jet. Bye!

Pro tip: potions.

Future of beauty.

Collagen drinks
that make you glow.

Well, you are glowing.

Am I?

Thank you.

So, after our last meeting,

I had this feeling.
I...

can't explain it,
but it gnawed at me.

Did you know that Missoni
is doing a plus-size
capsule collection?

- I did not.
- And Temperley

is doing Big Gals for Tarzhay.
Something is happening.

- Well, statistically--
- Exactly, women are
getting bigger.

Especially those who work.

But you have to be
absolutely fanatical

to stay under a size 2.

I never talk about this
around here,

but... menopause--

peri, in my case--

you know me,
always have to be first--

suddenly I had this middle.

My chef had to cut
absolutely everything white
out of my menu.

You can do things for the face,

the body, even the hands.

But the waist?
You have to attack.

Around here you start looking
like somebody's grandmother--

you're out.

Martha Stewart
can get away with it,
she sells hot glue guns.

But tastemakers? No.

Mark my word...

it won't happen to me.

I will not be left behind.

Sorry. What was I saying?

- Um, plus-size fashions.
- Fashion Week. Yes.

Rene Tyler is doing a show
for big gals at Clarkson Square,

and I want...you

to cover it.

Really?

You're our hidden resource.

You know what
these people want.

Uh, wow.

Uh, that-- that is exciting.

How does that work?
I go to the show--

Oh, no, they're showing it
on Facebook Live.

You'll watch it there.

Oh.

I'll send one of
the regular girls,

you know,
just to show support.

- And I'm your
hiddenresource.
- Exactly.

But you'll have
your very own name
in the magazine.

How about that?

That is also very exciting.

Hey, Chocolate Cake.

Hey.

Hey. Hi.

On a case, huh?

Kitty told me
about the hacking.

Yeah.

Any idea who did it?

Nah, I mean, I've been
pulled onto something else
for the last few days,

but...nothing new.

- Hmm.

OK.
How are you?

Honestly, I'm... hungry.

I-I keep thinking about
that chocolate cake.

I gathered that
when you called me
Chocolate Cake.

Yeah. Kinda tipped you off.
Sorry. I don't know
what I'm thinkin'.

It's not like you're
gonna be carrying a piece
in your purse or something.

I did actually do
a bunch of baking

for a café near my place.

Really?

Chocolate cake's sold out.

Carrot cake moves slower,

but people are passionate
about it. Love or hate.

Happens to be
my second favorite.

- Sometimes first.

Yeah. Depends on the day.

Holy shit.

- Oh, yeah.

- Have we not
established that?

You think I'd drag you
to my neighborhood to feed you
somebody else's cake?

It's sublime.

More coffee?

Yeah, thank you.

So, what do you think
of my Plum's skills, huh?

Incredible.

Bye, Steven.

Bye.

So, is that your boyfriend?

No.

Oh. 'Cause he called you
"my Plum."

No, no, he's a friend.
He's a gay friend.

I-- I'm too busy
for a boyfriend.

Gay, huh?
It's funny,
I didn't peg that.

He's right, though,
you do have a gift.

It's a shame more people
can't have this.

I bestow it selectively
on those who deserve it.

"Bestow." I like that.

It is probably
better this way.

If I could have this
anytime I wanted,

I'd be as big as a house.

Not that there's anything,
you know...

It's like...
whatever works.

So what else do you do?

For fun.

Oh, you know, read, write.

Yeah? Cool.

So what do you--
what do you read and write?

Novels.

Um... I studied
art and literature
in grad school,

so I read a lot of articles
for research. I write for work.

So, for fun...you work.

Sounds a little grim
when you put it that way.

Not if you're happy.

Yeah.

Hey.

Sorry.

Are you happy?

I don't really
think about it.

It's more about survival,
you know?

Because of your work?
It's dangerous?

Listen, um...

I don't want to take advantage
of your hospitality, but...

if you could
keep your eyes open
around Austen,

that would really help me out.

'Cause tech crimes,
it's not really my thing,

we're down a few men
and I kinda drew
the short straw on this one.

Nobody else wanted it, huh?

Yeah, I mean, it's important,

it's not like
it's not criminal,

it's just not sexy,
you know?

You OK?

Yeah.

Fine.

So, yeah, anyway,
you know,

if you just--
if you see anything,

somebody's acting interesting,

you see something off,
you let me know, yeah?

Somebody acting interesting.

God knows
I couldn't be interesting.

I was only fit for writing
from my sad apartment.

Not for public consumption.

But I was done with that.

I'm looking
for Verena Baptist?

- This way.

...because he watches
some kid on YouTube,

he thinks he's an authority
on my spankin' new clit.

I paid good money
for this thing.

Honey, you need to date
from the community.

Girl, those guys
are too earnest.

Look, I need a beast,

somebody who's gonna
break mine in.

Yes, girl, somebody
who's gonna bark like a dog.

Hi!

- She's here to see Verena.

I'll tell her.

Are you hungry?

No, I'm good,
thank you.

Or a drink? We were just about
to open another bottle of red.

- I'm fine, thank you. Really.

- Plum. Plum Kettle.
No, it's not.

Are you from
a children's book?

Be nice. Shall we
pretend that you're
not even here, dear?

- Please.
- Oh, my God,

did you guys hear about
that thing that happened?

The guys who were thrown out
on the freeway?

Yeah. Jennifer.
I'm grimly fascinated.

Yeah, I'm kinda
rootin' for Jennifer.

- Verena would say so.

- She thinks it's horrible.
- Both responses
are appropriate,

but vigilantism

- is a slippery slope.
- You are correct.

They should really only do it
two...maybe four more times.

I got some names for them.

Well, there is
another guy that's missing.

That photographer--
the one who did
those shady pictures.

- Oh, my God, those ones

where she's tied up?

She's a porn star!
What do you expect?

Uh, Terrance--
- Malleck. Ferguson.

He worked with Kitty sometimes.

Yeah, not Terrance at all.
Thank you, Plum Kettle.

Yeah,
that pervert guy, right?

He was like at a party,
and he just disappeared,
I think.

Mm-hmm.

Doesn't surprise me.

He's not well-liked.

Oh, my God, did you guys hear
that Stella Cross

is putting out a line
of temporary tattoos...

for the hairless pussy?

Get on it, girl.
You gotta get one

that looks like
a bear trap!

We don't usually talk
this much about pussy
before dinner.

- Oh, we absolutely do.
This is a lie.

What is a lie?

Absolutely nothing
of consequence, love.

Plum.

I am soglad you're here.

Leeta sent me
some of your writing.

Sh

You're Kitty, right?

Some subversive ideas
in there.

I did what I could.

Well, we noticed.

So, the building
on the corner was a church

and a home
for wayward girls.

Jake is handy, so when
I acquired the building,

we expanded, but now
he can't stop renovating.

- Like the Winchester
Mystery House.

- Uh, it's not important.
- I'll Google it.

Point is, now I have
an auditorium

and no idea
what to do with it.

Anyway, uh, so what
did Leeta tell you
about Calliope?

Is this Calliope?

Ah. So, nothing.

Yes. Our goal
is to support women
with bold ideas.

Women who will
further our mission
of fighting misogyny,

gender inequality.

I realize that sounds
a little sprawling and grand.

Uh, the bottom line is,
I find women who have
been discounted,

abused, marginalized--
which is most of us--

and I help them
form their vision for change,

then I help them act on it.

No way.

Oh. Way.

I remember these! God,
from the commercials.

My mama.

Those were hers.

- Wow.
- Leeta told me
you were on the program.

Mm.

Quite a life Eulayla had.

[ early '60s
pop music playing ]

My father was a preacher.

He fell in love, first sight,

when he saw Mother
in a beauty pageant.

She won,
and won again,

all the way to Miss Georgia,
1966.

My father wooed her...

and proposed
after Sunday services.

She said yes.

Then Mother got heavy
after she had me,

and she got desperate.

She wanted
to get her stomach stapled...

But he couldn't let her
take that risk.

He hired her a cook instead.

Exactly.

Food was the sin

and Mama was the sinner.

So, she ate
only what was provided

and avoided temptation
by never leaving the house.

No one saw her
for almost a year.

People thought
she might be dead.

But no.

From that day forward,

she was a symbol of hope...

for women like me.

You got it.

God and my father's plan--

mostly my father's plan--

returned her to sound mind

and a blessed size four.

They taught us all that.
Eulayla's story.

Only it was a lie.

After they got rich,
Mama got fat again.

But this time,
the plan didn't work.

Now that there was money
at stake,

my father had a change of heart
about the stomach stapling.

But something went wrong.

My mother wore a diaper
for the rest of her life.

But that wasn't
the only complication.

She got pills
to kill her appetite.

Mother started to get
all her calories from vodka.

My father was disgusted.

They railed at each other.

And then came the crash.

My mother couldn't live
with herself....

or him...

or me.

My parents knew
the Baptist Plan
didn't work.

What person can exist
in that state of starvation
for a lifetime?

My mother couldn't,
not of her own volition.

Aren't there laws?
They can't make
false claims.

The tiny print that says
"results not typical,"

that's all the law requires.

And when you fail,

the clinic blames you
for not being superhuman

and sells you a new plan.

And that is why
I closed the clinics.

So, I just happen to have...

- Try one.
- I'm fine, thank you.

Mm. God.

Do you remember the first time
you tasted chocolate?

Or something sweet?

No.

But you remember
something.

Just what it felt like
to eat something...before--

- Why do you need
to know this?

I don't.
You don't have to tell me
anything you don't want to.

I was gonna say I--
I remember what it felt like

to eat something delicious
before I knew I was too big.

The world must
have been simpler.

Friendlier.

I think I was in kindergarten
when I figured it out.

We were playing
this kissing game,

boys chase girls,

and this chubby kid
caught me.

But he wouldn't kiss me
because I was a pig.

- I'm sorry, Plum.

There's no excuse
for that behavior,

but you know how blind
and mean some people can be.

Hmm.

How about other guys?
How has that been for you?

Non-existent, pretty much.

There was one in college.

We were best friends.

We messed around
a couple times
when he was drunk, but--

He told me
he loved me.

I thought--

What?

I thought
he would be my first.

But when I made
that overture,

he, uh, said
he didn't remember
ever making out with me.

He said he must have been
in a blackout.

So--

He stopped talking to me.

That's awful. I can't imagine
how painful that was for you.

It's fine.

So, have you been
with anyone?

I haven't
really wanted to.

It's fine.
I don't really have
a sex drive. It's--

I mean, I get crushes,
but it's not a big deal.

Are you on medication?

It's New York.
Everyone is.

I'm asking because
it can wipe out your libido.

Plus a lot of other things.

I was-- I went on Y.

After the thing
with the college guy.

Y is strong. It could be
part of the reason

for your
disinterest in sex.

But sex is a primal drive.

You deserve to be touched,
to be held.

Well, I will be.

After you lose the weight?

Leeta mentioned
you're having surgery
in a few months.

- Yes.
- OK. Well,

if we were
to work together,

it wouldn't necessarily
affect that.

Work together?

I have a job.

Just let me back up.

Um, remember I said
I try to help people
find their purpose?

I think that you could do
great, meaningful work

that could help
a lot of women.

- I'm sorry, this is ridiculous.
- Just stay with me.

I would like
to see you flourish,

and I have an idea
how you might.

We'll call it
the New Baptist Plan.

Which is?

Well, the first step

would be getting
off the Y,

and then three or four
other things,

I'll lay out
the rest as we go.

Nothing you can't handle.

And when you complete
the program,

I will write you a check
for $20,000.

- Twenty thousand dollars.
- No strings attached.

If you still want your surgery,
you can use it for that.

We'll draw up a contract.

But you're hoping
I won't want it.

I am hoping

that you'll make
whatever decision

with your eyes open.

Surgery's risky.

But so is life.
So?

- It's a lot of money.
- I have a lot of money.

I like to use it
productively.

Making reparations
for the, um,

legacy of my parents

is a way of putting it.

I don't know.

There's no catch.

But of course,
you don't have to
decide right now.

But promise me
you'll think about it.

What did Stanley say?

I haven't told him
about the security issues.

You know how nuts
he'd be.

I have to solve the problem
before I tell him
there is a problem.

And that is why he's a titan.

He's got you all
so terrified of him.

- Stop. Please.

But I don't report
to him directly,

so it's rarely relevant.

Did you see that thing
on Malleck Ferguson?

- Horrible.
- We've got a pool going
in the news room.

I'm letting everything ride
on "choked on his own vomit."

Cheryl.

Hey, what is the word
in the news room?

Do they think that
this Malleck thing

is connected to
those Jennifer people?

It's too soon to tell,

but it's looking likely.

Extremely.

Well, it's unfortunate.
He'll be missed.

All hail Jennifer!

I asked you
for one thing. One.

I know.
I just thought--

How dare you go
against my explicit
instructions?!

Verena texted me,
saying she and Plum
had sucha good visit.

The police are involved.
Did you know that?

- No. No, I d--
- There is a detective

snooping around,
and you send Plum
to Verena?

I told you
from the very beginning--

I didn't think
that it would be--

Which is why you question
every authority but me.

I am the oneauthority
that you follow blindly,

or you get the hell out!

Do you understand?!

Verena's offer was crazy,
obviously...

but hard to refuse.

Twenty thousand dollars

would change everything.

I knew Verena
planned to change me,

turn me into
a cheese-eating happy fatty

like I met at her place.

I was no fool.

No bag?

No.

But what's the worst
that could happen?

Oh, that's great, honey.

Yeah. My first
real assignment...

on fashion, of all things.

Well, those degrees
are really pay-- Hey!

Get off there.
Not on the lawn,
for Christ's sake.

This is private property.

God, can you believe

they're still doing this,

after all these years?

You know, when I was little,
I thought it was because of me.

What, the pictures?

Yeah. I thought they
were taking pictures of me.

No.

Why in the world
would you think that?

Why do you think?

Oh, baby, no.

It was Dolores Del Rio's
house.

That-- we're on that map.

That's what happens
in Hollywood.

I know that now.

And it's Glendale.

You're so--

I wish you could see yourself
like most people do.

Well, I'm proud of you.

How was the rest
of your day?

Interesting.

I had a coffee

with a guy,
a detective.

Steven says he's sexy.

Really?

What do you think?

I think he's probably
in it for the cake.

Don't get too excited.

I know. Why did I
bring up Dominic?

It just felt good
to have a story,

any story.

And the new Baptist plan?
I kept that to myself.

I thought I had a grasp
of the situation.

♪ I feel my mind is boiling

♪ I'm crawling up the wall

♪ ...down

♪ Oh oh oh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

Move!

♪ Oh oh oh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ Oh oh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ Oh oh oh

[ vocalist
continues indistinctly ]

I figured,
try Verena's plan.

What did I have to lose?

Get a life.

That.

My life.

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ Oh oh oh

♪ Timing
isn't good ♪

♪♪