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- I just gotta get used to her
being around.

- Kinda sounds like
you got a kid.

- Thanks to her,
I never, ever want children.

I run from babies.

- We have
an open teaching position,

and you are a perfect fit.

- Coming?

- When you know what you want,
you don't apologize for it.

You go for it.

- Maggie,
this is my wife, Camilla.

- I remember you.

- I literally told her
to find a guy with kind eyes

and a strong jawline
to stand next to her,

and she would jump ten points
in the polls.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Leather or tweed?

- Oh, tweed, definitely.
Very dignified.

I won't pretend
that didn't hurt.

- Don't be offended.
You served your purpose.

I just don't want to look
too academic.

- Sure, that makes sense,

considering today is your first
day as a literal professor!

Are you excited?

- Artist-in-residence,
technically,

and no, I am just too nervous
about the students--

- Oh, you think you're gonna
run into Kamila?

- [gasps]

- Oh, shit. You think I'm gonna
run into her?

- No!

- No, I--no. I meant the
students, too, obviously.

Nerve-racking.
But, yeah.

I mean, have you thought about
the very real possibility

that you might see the woman
you rogered in an alleyway

and turned out to be
your new boss's wife?

- Shh, let's talk about
your problems instead.

Okay? What's good
with Chaz these days?

- I haven't said a word
about Charles.

- No, no, but that little
cartoon thought bubble

above your head has a
three-piece suit in it,

and it's bespoke.
Just saying.

- Okay, fine.

I decided I'm gonna tell
Charles about Quinn.

If she's actually
reentering politics

and using him and his daughters
to boost the viability

of her campaign,
he deserves to know.

- Uh-huh.

- And, if he stays with her,

then at least
I've done my part,

and he's aware
that she has an agenda.

And if not, well then,
you know,

he's making a informed decision
based on all the facts.

What?
- You don't need to rescue him.

I mean, he's not your
responsibility anymore.

- Well, it's not just him.
It's the girls, too.

- Oh, I didn't realize you had
joint custody.

- I have a hunch you'd be nicer
in the tweed.

- ♪ Oh, oh I'm coming at you
like oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Coming at you like oh ♪

- I've been surrounded by
greasy, un-showered roadies

for weeks.
[laughs]

New York cannot come
soon enough.

- [laughs]
- And neither can I.

- Hey, now.
- Clear your schedule.

We are not leaving
that apartment,

except maybe to go
to the Pleasure Chest.

- So you want
to get creative, hm?

- Mm-hmm.
- What'd you have in mind?

- Hm, I don't know.

Surprise me.
- [laughs]

- Oh, Josh, can I have some of
this pureed apricot

in the fridge?
- Hey, shh.

Can I call you back tonight?

- [kisses]
- Bye.

Hey, can you just
not mention baby food

when I'm on the phone with KT?
- No, come on.

You still haven't told her
about your offspring?

- It's not like
I haven't tried.

She's never here.

And when she is,
she usually just goes to sleep

right afterwards, so...
- Josh, you need to tell her.

Okay? The longer you wait,
the bigger a deal it is.

It's festering,
like an abscess.

- Can you not compare my
daughter to an abscess, please?

- No, I meant
the adorable kind.

[sighs]

- I'll figure it out
on my time.

[upbeat music]

[knocking]

- Morning, hi.
- Good morning, Eliza.

- I'm just going to come right
out and say this.

Maybe I'm not the best person
to be telling you,

so don't shoot the messenger,

but there's something
that you need to know.

- Hey.
Are we meeting in here today?

- Hi, hi, team.

Oof, you okay, Lies?

- What did you just call me?

- Lies, like short for Liza?

Relax, it's funny.

- I have another meeting.

Quinn, you are in good hands
with these two.

- The conference room's open.

- Okay.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- Speak later?

- Yeah, sure.

- I'll see you in there.

- Something you need?

- No.

Have a good meeting.

♪ ♪

- The early buzz is really
helping with presales.

Numbers are climbing.

- Are bulk sales responsible
for these numbers?

I hate to ask, Quinn, but you
understand given your history?

- Oh, Liza.
You sweet little elephant.

You never forget a thing.

No, didn't you read
chapter three?

I learned my lesson
from that fiasco.

Also, did my assistant send
over the dietary restrictions

for Elon Musk?

He's vegan, but he will do
bone broth.

- Copy that.

Everything else for the party
is looking great.

Lauren has lined up a bunch
of press,

and people seem to be excited
about the venue change.

- Did we change it
from The Beekman?

- Yeah, Quinn had an in
at the TWA.

- As in the defunct airline?

- Liza, you of all people
should know

that failure doesn't mean
you can't fly again.

It's the perfect venue
for "The F Word."

Any-who, thank you
for the update.

I've gotta run. I'm having
brunch with Kara Swisher,

and if I'm late,
she'll vaporize my career.

- I know you're trying,

but maybe don't
stir the pot so much.

- It's not me.
It's Quinn!

She's a self-stirring pot.
- It's not worth it.

- You know, people
keep telling me that.

I'm starting to think you all
might be on to something.

- I'm just looking out for you.

- As someone who's gone head to
head with Quinn, trust me,

there's no winning or losing.
There's just hangovers.

- You're right, I just need to
focus on work--different work.

- Well, we're having dinner
with Redmond tonight,

and I have a really good
feeling about it.

- If he doesn't bail
on us again.

- He won't.
Gah, cheer up, Lies.

It's catchy.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Hm.

Okay, okay.

Too literal.

This, people, is visual arts,
not figure drawing.

Now, what's the first thing we
all looked at on that statue?

- His dick.
- Bingo.

I mean, we can't help it.
It's in our nature,

so tap into
that primal instinct.

I mean, lucky for us,
sex sells.

[bell rings]
- Great class.

- Thanks.
Keep up the good work, people.

- Oh, Maggie, you're a natural.

- Whoa, thanks, Dean.
I didn't see you there.

- Please, Dean is my mother.
Call me Cass.

What are you doing
tomorrow night,

because my wife would love
to cook for you.

You remember Kamila?
- Oh, how could I forget?

I'm sorry, but I have plans
with my, um...my girlfriend.

- I didn't know you were
partnered up.

- It's very new.

- Well, you know, you can
bring her along.

- Kamila's a wonderful cook,

and she has endless capacity
for small talk.

She can go all night long.

- Um...dinner it is!

- Oh, wonderful!
- Yeah.

♪ ♪

- Very excited to hear who
you've got for us, Redmond.

- Can't I order first?

Fine, I was gonna save
this for dessert,

but get this--

BD Mulvaney said Empirical
is her first choice,

and she's basically a lock for
"The Times" Best Seller List,

so you're welcome.

- BD who?
- BD Mulvaney.

She's a mystery writer.

Unpublished, but has a huge
online following

with the AOL crowd.

Her latest is called
"Murder, She Blogged."

- [laughs]

- What's with the giggling?

Is the air thinner up there?

- No offense, Redmond,
but generic label

"Murder, She Wrote" doesn't
sound very current.

- Yeah, well, that's the point.
It's cozy.

There's tea, and knitting,
and gentle crime

among upper middle class
white folks in coastal Maine.

No, it's not current, but it
does somehow defy the times.

- Redmond, are you kidding?

- There used to be a time

when you were a resource
for Millennial.

- Millennial?

Uh, hm, I thought Millennial
can't come to the phone

right now.
Why? Because she's dead.

- We still would like relevant
authors, okay, not dinosaurs.

That is not our brand.

- Ahh, this is exactly
your brand.

Millennial, Empirical, Mercury,
Sterling Cooper Peters Brooks,

whatever the hell you want
to call it.

"Murder, She Blogged"
is essentially

the female "Arabian Sea ."
I should congratulate you.

You ladies have emerged
as the mid-lit leaders

of the new decade.

- Mid-lit?
- Middle-aged literature.

Last I heard, your pipeline
was stacked

with historical potboilers.
True or False?

- Well, yes, but--

- Well, if you wanna stay
in that age bracket,

the least you could do is get
the she/her point of view.

Come on, this is win-win.
I can see it now:

You publish the book,

CBS turns it into a procedural
starring Betty White,

Metamucil pays the ad sales
up front,

and we all reap the benefits.

Lean into your identity,
ladies.

We all gotta eat.

- This is so depressing.

Like, mid-lit?

When did we go
from forward momentum

to just treading water?

- If I had to guess,
I'd say it was the day

Empirical took over again
as flagship.

Rebrand, remember?

- That was not a rebrand.
That was an un-brand.

- We can fix this, Kels.

We just have to figure out...

[laughs]

How do we beat
the establishment

when we've been effectively
swallowed by them?

- Isn't it obvious?

You guys need to do a complete
180 in the opposite direction.

I mean, make your movement
grassroots.

To the people!
- Hey.

- Huh, the people think
we're some corporate,

thriller-on-a-ship,
murder-at-a-train-station,

airport book factory.

- No, they think Empirical is.

You and I are independent,
human women

with our own agency
in this world.

The advantage our jobs
have given us

is the ability to scout talent.

We don't need Redmond for that.

Artists always find each other.
- Hm.

- Look at the
Algonquin Round Table.

Those writers went on
to be legends,

but it really just started with
friends sitting around a table,

drinking and telling stories.

- Pretty much what we're doing
right here.

- Exactly.

Think about it:

We spread the word, we--
[laughs]

we invite unpublished writers
to come in, drink,

read a few pages
to a like-minded audience,

and you and I get back to why
we got into publishing

in the first place.

- Okay.

You are brilliant.

But it's got to stay
underground.

It's got to be cool,

or there's gonna be a line
of boomers out the door.

And where can we do this?

- What, here?

Yeah!
I mean, why not?

I think it's pretty dope.
Here.

- Oh, my god, we could call it
INKubator.

- [gasps]
That is--

- That's good.

- Okay, but how do we get
low-key publicity?

Like a Facebook group?
- Ahh! No!

Oh, my god, Liza.
No, no, no, no.

Tell no one, and everyone
will be there.

Okay? That's the key.
[phone dings]

That's the thing.

You need to invite as few
people as possible...

Right, it's not--it's
a figure of speech.

In fact, maybe we should
even...

Let's make a secret friends
group. Wait, wait--

Liza, are you listening?
I'm on fire over here.

[gasps]
Ooh, you guys, fire--

tiki torches?
- No.

- Okay, yeah, no, never mind.
I'm spiraling from the whiskey.

It's--delete it.

- Hey.

Do you think we can
pull this off?

- I have no idea.

But what have we got to lose?

♪ ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

[laughter]

- It's coming...

- Hi, everyone!
Welcome to INKubator.

We started this little salon

because we are passionate
about storytelling.

And we wanted to give writers
a platform without judgment,

without the pressure
that often comes

with pursuing a creative field.

INKubator is a place
to share your pieces,

and to experience the work
of other artists.

The rough drafts we never get
to see.

We have an open-mic policy here
at INKubator,

but first, drinks on us!
- Whoo-hoo!

♪ ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

- Wait, wait, okay.

So we hate each other, and we
make snide remarks like:

"Wow, you sound just like
your mother right now."

That'll be fun,
don't you think?

- No, this is not supposed
to be fun.

We're only here because I want
to keep my job.

Now, I told Cass this is new,

so we don't hate each other
yet, okay?

- Ah, okay, okay.

Not what I prepared,
but I can take a note.

New couple, lovey-dovey,
googly eyes, horny.

Got it!
-No!

No horny vibes around the wife.

I don't know what's gonna
set her off.

- That's not what you told me.
- Shh!

- Hello!
- Hi.

- Welcome.
- Hi.

- Okay--okay.

♪ ♪

- "And when their antenna
touched mine,

I shuddered as four
became two...

became one."

Thank you.

[cheers and applause]

- Hey.

I'm Liza.

- Dylan Park.
Nice to meet you.

- Are you planning
on reading tonight?

- Um...

It's awesome that you've
created a place

free of pressure, but I still
feel the pressure.

- You were just listening
to that, right?

Point being, there are no
expectations here.

- It's not that.
I'm pretty proud of my work.

- Oh.

Stage fright?
- Yep.

Public speaking isn't my forte.

- You're a writer,
not a performer.

It makes sense.

What's your writing about,
if you don't mind my asking?

- Nothing crazy.

It's just
a multi-generational story

following the coming-of-age
journeys

of a mother during the '70s,

and her daughter
in the early oughts,

converging in modern day
Queens.

I may have practiced that.

- And I may be super intrigued.

Are those your pages?

Well, if you'd be comfortable
sharing with just one person...

I'd love to read them.

♪ ♪

- To Maggie's first class.
- Yes!

- Mazel tov!
- Salud.

- I am so proud of you, possum.

[both giggling]

- Lauren, st--
- Frisky, I tell you, girls.

She cannot get enough.

- I bet.

More wine?
- Oh, yeah!

- Oh, yes, please.
Thank you, love.

You guys are fun.
So much fun.

You should join us for our
girls' weekend

in Provincetown.

We have a nifty share house
in the Gallery District.

- [gasps]
P-town?

Uh, yes!
Sign our P's up.

What are your dates?

Labor Day's a no-go.
When is Carnival?

- I don't know.
I will grab my calendar.

Yes, I'm old-school,

and yes, it's a Kacey Musgraves
Wall cal.

It was a gift!

- Love her.
- P-town, really?

I mean, you're supposed to be
shielding me from Kamila,

not signing me up for
gay-cations with her!

- Okay.
[phone dings]

- Wait, "Kamila would like
to share a photo."

What's AirDrop?
- [gasps]

It's her boobs.
Hit accept.

- No--Lauren!
Oh, Jesus.

[gasps]
Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, my god,
she's dropping more.

Wait, she's taking these
from the bathroom.

Oh, my god.
Wait, wait--no, no, no, no, no.

Stop drop--stop drop...

- Okay, she is clearly
jealous of me.

Mission accomplished, right?

♪ ♪

- It's good.
- So good.

- It's funny, and fresh,
and thoughtful.

IT's exactly the sort of thing
that mid-lit isn't.

Liza, you're like one of those
Italian hounds

that hunts for truffles
in large fields of shit.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

[both laughing]

I think we should
bring this to Charles.

I mean, Empirical could give
Dylan her very first book deal,

and that could be huge
for her career.

- Mid-lit be damned.
I'm in!

- Yes.

- [laughs]

- Mm.

- Seriously?

- Thank you.

- Dylan Park!

♪ Uh-uh ♪

[phone dings]

♪ Gonna be the one who's on
top, top, top ♪

♪ Take the little bubbles
and pop, pop, pop ♪

[knocking]

- Hey, is Josh home?

- Nope, he's on his way.
Come on in.

Take a load off, make yourself
at home, etc., etc.

- [laughs]
Thanks.

I'll just wait in his room.

I wanna get out
of these smelly bus clothes.

- Okay.

- Um...

Why does Josh have all this
baby stuff in his room?

- Um...you know what, that's
actually none of my business.

Okay? That's between you
two, not me. That's private.

Okay? Okay, cool. Good.
I'm so glad we discussed that.

Okay, I gotta go.

♪ ♪

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Oh.

- Hey.

- Here, have a Quinn and tonic.

It's weird.

- Is that rum?

Why isn't it gin?
- Yeah.

That's why it's weird.
- [laughs]

Wow, look at this crowd.

- Oh, yeah.

"The Times,"
"Wall Street Journal," NPR,

some cable news folks, and
they don't show up for books.

It's basically
a press conference

with a cocktail hour.
- Hm.

The power of Quinn Tyler.

[laughs]

Mm, it's growing on me.

Like, it tastes wrong at first,
but I don't know,

it gets the job done.

- Kinda like
our guest of honor.

Wait, Charles brought his kids?

- Yeah, Quinn was adamant
that they come.

[phone dings]

I'm gonna be right back.
- Yeah.

- Hey.

[phone dings]

[phone dings]

[phone dings]

[phone dings]

- Hey, KT.
You here?

- I'm waiting for you.

- She's waiting for us.

There you go.

Okay, I'll be right back.

- Hi, Daddy.
I'm hung-wy.

- Oh, my god.

- It's okay, it's okay.
I'm into whatever you're into.

Let me go there with you.

- Uh...
[Gemma cries]

- Oh.

- [continues crying]

- [sighs]

[soft jazzy music]

- Hey, there.
- Hi, Liza!

- Hi.
[laughs]

Hi, sweetie.

- We missed you so much.

- Oh, I miss you, too.
- Hi, girls.

Charles, Quinn wants to borrow
the girls for her speech.

- What?
That's insane.

- Uh...
That's fine.

Come on, yeah?
- No, wait.

Charles, can I talk to you
for a second?

- Go on.
I'll be right here.

- No, don't.

Sorry.

You're letting her borrow
your daughters?

- It's no big deal.

- It is a big deal, Charles.

I wasn't going to say anything,

but it feels irresponsible
if I don't at this point.

I just got confirmation
that you're being used.

- What are you talking about?
- I heard from my source

that Quinn is announcing her
run for governor tonight.

Right now.

And she's using your family
to give her

the picture-perfect image she
didn't have last time around.

[applause]
It's the truth.

- Thank you.

Thank you all so much
for being here tonight.

"The F Word" really
is a testament

to a woman rising
from the ashes.

I've had many failures
in my life.

Including in relationships.

But for the first time,
I am with someone

who wholeheartedly
supports me,

and whose family has become
like my own.

IT almost makes me feel like

maybe I should take another
stab at all the other things

I failed at.
[laughter]

Bianca and Nicole, come on
out here, girls.

You have been such a bright
spot in my life.

You have inspired me to pursue
a lifelong dream.

Come here.

- You're not gonna do anything?

- You've got the wrong idea,
Liza.

- And with that,

it is my honor to announce
that I'm...

Starting a scholarship program!

You girls are so inspiring.
Get in here.

[applause]

Thank you so much.

- I owe you an apology.

- Forget it.
- No.

I'm sorry.
I didn't realize...

I just want what's best
for you.

- I said, forget it.

You want what's best for me,
stay out of my personal life.

It's best for us.

Liza.

- Liza.

Leaving so soon?

- Quinn.

Congratulations
on your big night.

I've got somewhere to be.

- Is that all you want to say?

- Excuse me?

- The next time you
investigate me,

you might want to double-check
your sources.

I was doing my due diligence
as an editor

when I fact-checked your book.

It's my job.

- Is it also your job to spread
rumors about me

to my own boyfriend?

- It wasn't a rumor.

I spoke with your former
campaign manager.

- Former?

No, she still works for me.

And you better believe

when I do announce my
run for governor,

it's not gonna be at a two-bit
book party like this.

- You set me up?

- You set yourself up.

You act like you're trying to
protect Charles.

All you are doing
is hurting him

by holding on.

- I didn't--
- No, no.

No need for rebuttal.

Good night.

♪ ♪

- Glad you stayed over
last night.

I'm sorry about all the crying.
She's not usually that fussy.

- No worries.

Although, the decibel levels
were pretty close

to a Floaty V concert,

so you might have a pop star
on your hands.

- Hey, now.

Hey, maybe you could be
her manager.

- Oh.
[laughs]

- She does really like you.

- Yeah.

About that.

- Mm-hmm?

- She's great, Josh.

You're great.

- But?

- But I'm not ready
for the whole

insta-family thing.

It's just more than I can
handle right now.

- I'm sorry.

I wish I would've said
something sooner, but...

I don't know.
I was just...

was having so much fun
with you.

- And I always had
so much fun with you.

- Oh, and...

Do you mind if I hang
on to this?

It was kind of sexy
for a minute.

Plus, I have a 16-hour flight
to Osaka on Friday.

- Uh, yeah.
Sure.

- Thanks, and um...

good luck with everything.

- You, too.

- Bye, Gemma.

- All right.
- Bye.

♪ ♪

- Hey.

If I would've told you sooner,

would it have made
a difference?

- Maybe.

♪ ♪

- So, it's a literary party.

- It's not a party.

INKubator is
a salon-meets-speakeasy.

Or a writers' workshop,
but underground.

- It's a source for raw,
untapped talent.

And Liza found the gem
of the bunch.

And the best part is,
the book's already written.

- I know everyone
is always saying

blank is the new Joan Didion,

but this girl
actually might be.

- She sounds like
a great choice.

For another publisher.

Right now we are focused
on blockbusters.

It's not the time
for literary fiction.

- Seriously?

You're not even gonna
read the book?

- The board will be reluctant
to disrupt a proven formula.

Chicago wants best sellers.

James Patterson charts higher
than literary debuts.

It's business.

And I'm sorry.

Sounds like you've already
taken a personal interest

in her.

- No, you're right.

This isn't the right fit
for Empirical.

If Millennial was still
the flagship,

we probably wouldn't even be
asking for approval.

Millennial loved nothing more
than young, green authors,

but this is Empirical,
isn't it?

- It is.

- Right.

We humbly withdraw
our proposal.

Apologies for wasting
your time.

Kelsey.

- Hey.

Hey, what was that?

You totally flipped
the script on me.

We could have convinced him.
- I know.

I'm sorry, but that wasn't me
giving up.

Dylan is our author.
She deserves better.

- Our author.

INKubator can't offer someone
a book deal.

- I know,
but talking about how

it's this incredible wellspring
for us,

something that we built
on our own, felt...

so familiar.

- It felt like Millennial.

- I don't have a plan.
Yet.

But I'll work on it.
We will.

Right?

- You know, you're kinda
my hero.

♪ ♪

♪ Gonna show you what I got ♪

♪ I got, I got ♪

♪ Show you what I got ♪

♪ Gonna show you what I got ♪

[upbeat music]

- I think it's time
that I actually buy

my own apartment
in New York City.

- Check out the broker
you'll be working with.

- A woman who knows
what she wants.

- Sometimes, I think
she should just outsource

if I don't satisfy her.

But then I think
about the two of 'em together,

I wanna kill 'em both.

- You remember my novel
about the affair that I had

with an older woman
after I graduated from college?

My past is coming back
to haunt me.

- After all our
history together,

you owe us that.

- Things don't always turn out
as planned.

- Is he my son?

♪ ♪

- ♪ MTV ♪