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♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter,
cash register bell dings]

[soft music playing]

♪ ♪

Ugh.

Hello.

Um, I was wondering
if you could help me

find a magazine
that was due in this morning.

It's called "Minx."

- Is that Russian?
- No, that would be Minsk.

No, "Minx" is a clever play
on the word "floozy."

It's ironic 'cause
the magazine is feminist.

Like "Cosmo"?
That's on the rack.

Uh, nope.
[chuckles]

Um...

[whispering] Uh, it has
a more e-erotic bent.

Did you check here?

I did.
It's not--it's not there.

Oh, the one
with the dick in it.

Hey, Darius!

Did you stock that new mag
with the dick in it?

Check under the counter,
doofus!

Nope. No.
Not that one.

Oh, yeah, here it is.

[whistles]

Talk about an unsafe job site.

That's great.

[rock music]

♪ ♪

Oh, my God.
Thank you so much.

Have fun.

♪ ♪

[exhales sharply]

♪ ♪

So sales so far
have not been--

they--they've just not been ideal,

but I've seen worse.

- You have?
- I have.

And better.
Definitely better.

Look, this is not
surprising, okay?

No woman wants
to buy a magazine

if she's made to feel
like a pervert.

We have to think
of a way of getting it

out from under the counter.
- That's right.

We--we need
to create awareness.

We gotta get people talking
about it, asking about it.

- That's right.
- Is anyone reading it?

- Of course they are. Yes.
- Okay.

We're big in, uh,
Greenwich Village...

uh, Provincetown...

the Castro.
We're big in the Castro.

Intriguing.

So let's build
off that momentum.

Let's make issue two
a knockout.

What about
a celebrity interview?

- Ooh, yeah.
- Good. Yeah.

Ooh, Bella Abzug--I bet
she has some stories to tell.

- Sexy stories?
- Maybe.

- I'm one degree from Jackie O.
- Bobby or Teddy?

- Yes.
- I-I think we need somebody

with a little bit
more sizzle, right?

A bigger name. How about--

I'm just gonna
throw this out there,

but what about Billy Brunson?

- Who? Who's that?
- Okay.

Billy Brunson, the GOAT.
Billy Brunson.

The football player
who punched out Warren Beatty.

No. No!
G--God, no, absolutely not.

No. They have to align with
the mission of the magazine,

no matter how famous.

Oh, he's pretty famous.

I think we should use Bill--

Doug, delivery.

Okay, well, you can sign
for it.

Uh, no, I can't.

Hey, what's going on?

They sent back 25,000?

Something
about indecent material.

Tempe desert rats--
not even a heads-up.

I don't know
what to tell you, man.

They called a few times.

Gary Breckner,
VP of Operations.

You never returned.
- I thought we owed 'em money.

- We do owe them money.
- Well, you see? I was right.

Somebody needs to sign
for these.

I'll tell you what, Ron,
whatever Thrifty's paying you,

I'm gonna double it.

Will you just stick around
until I figure this out?

[indistinct chatter,
telephones ringing]

[exhales sharply]

Oh, great.

Very good.

Doug.

We cannot eat these magazines.

You think
I don't know that, Tina?

We don't have the cash
to cover the cost.

It's not just Thrifty.

- What are you talking about?
- Piggly Wiggly called.

[sniffs]

[upbeat funky music]

Fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Okay.

Fuck!

♪ ♪

[clears throat]

♪ ♪

Okay! This is the fun part.

We got a good product.

Now we just gotta tell people
about it.

That's all we gotta do
right now.

All right, well,
I have some pretty big

media contacts,
and I bet one of them

can help land a big fish
for the front cover.

You know,
a feminist with frisson.

See, that's what
I'm talking about, Joyce-y!

Good hustle!
- Okay.

How do you think
we built this place?

We built this place
with hustle.

Tina, come here, please.
[chuckles]

Me and Tina driving around,

handing out "Lusty Lesbos"
to anybody who would take it,

and the next thing you know,
people were begging for it.

And they're gonna do that
with "Minx."

Well, I know a thing or two

about our intended audience,

and I will tell you this:

they're motivated by fear.

Fear of someone
having something they don't.

You live someplace
hoity-toity, right?

You're rich?
- Yeah, we're comfortable.

Happy for you. Good.

Here's what I want you to do.
I want you to take Bambi,

I want you to fill your car up
with magazines

and I want you to give 'em
away, all of them, for free.

- Okay.
- Good. Yes, trust me.

I have an idea
where I can go.

Good. That's what
I'm talking about! Great!

Good initiative! Good stuff!

This is what we're gonna do!

We're gonna win...
- [chuckling] Okay.

As this team.
[laughs]

Good! The A-team!

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna catch
the next flight

to, uh, Tempe, Arizona,

and I'm gonna get our magazines

back on the Thrifty shelves.

[telephone ringing]

[door opens]

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, Glenn.

- Joyce.
- Hello.

Hey.
What--what are you doing here?

I was in the neighborhood,

and we never got
that lunch, so...

No. I know. I--I left you
a few messages. I just--

I know.
I'm sorry, it's been crazy.

But, um, anyway,
I got some financiers

from that bakery we like
on Burton.

- Oh. [chuckles]
- Figured I'd say hi.

[chuckles]
That's so sweet. Thank you.

Um, you want
to crack them open?

Yes, I do.
[door closes]

So, what, do you have
a meeting nearby or--

I do, yeah.

I've got to get a big
splashy name for issue two.

So--oh, Jane Fonda's,
uh, publicist

says that she might be
interested, so...

Wow.
That'd be a big get.

Yeah, it would.
You know what?

I'm getting
the runaround, though.

I don't quite have
the contacts yet.

Yeah, well, those can take
years to cultivate.

Who else you thinking?
- Oh, God.

No, I don't want to bore you
with my tedious work dilemmas.

Stop, please.
It's my pleasure.

Some first ideas.

Okay.
Susan Sontag, she'll say no.

Victoria Hartnett.

- I love her.
- I know you do.

But she only does fancy stuff--
"The New Yorker."

[inhales deeply]

Hmm.

I have an idea.

Wendy Mah.

- "Aphrodisia" Wendy Mah?
- Yeah.

I was supposed to interview her
for Crush of the Month,

but we just couldn't make it
work by deadline.

I don't know. Her book,
it's middle-brow pablum

posing as a treatise
on sexual empowerment.

- You read it?
- No, of course not.

[laughs] "The Times"
eviscerated it, though.

Did you?
- I did.

Well, I had to for work.

But I don't know.

I found it entertaining.

[inhales sharply]
And provocative.

Just because something is
popular doesn't mean it's bad.

I mean, she did knock
"Jonathan Livingston Seagull"

off the best-seller list.

You know, she's teaching
right over at Woodbridge.

Bet I could get you a meeting.

Then I guess
I came to the right place.

Okay, but don't say the thing
about Gestapo tactics.

It sets the wrong tone.
- But that's what this is.

I mean, who is Gary Breckner
to decide

what is decent
for Thrifty customers?

Vice President of Operations
who has the right to do that.

- He sells "Playboy."
- Okay.

Are you saying that soft dick

is more offensive
than a hairy bush?

A hairy bush
is not the female sex organ.

- It's all vagina.
- Okay, listen.

You are lucky
we even got a meeting, okay?

The longer those magazines
stay on that truck,

the more fucked we are,
so just, please,

pull it together
and make this right.

- Okay. I agree.
- Okay.

[indistinct chatter over PA]

I got this, okay?

I will be home by happy hour.

Okay.
I'll be back to get you.

- Great.
- Have a safe flight.

Thank you.
[sniffs]

[sniffs, clears throat]

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

Excuse me.

And I think once Mr. Breckner
hears what I have to say--

well, would--would you please
tell him that he--

he has to make time
for me today

'cause I'm at the airport
right now. I'm about to board.

I'll be there
in an hour and a half.

I think what I'm asking for
is just a little face time.

Well, then who's above the
Vice President of Operations?

I don't know who his boss is.
I don't work for the company.

Hi, Mrs. Breckner?

[chuckles] Oh, good.
Hey, Carol, how are you?

Say, I was wondering,
what's your home address?

Look, I really appreciate
you meeting us

on such short notice.

Well, I felt bad we couldn't
make the "Lad" piece work.

Awoogah.
Hey, big fella.

Yeah.
[chuckles]

Child brides, ugh.

It's one thing to screw at 14,

but can you imagine
being married?

Nightmare.
- It is a nightmare.

In Bangladesh, there's--
- Uh, you know,

Joyce really responded
to "Aphorodisia," Wendy.

Yeah. God, oh, yes.
Yeah. You know what?

You have a flare
for literary erotica

without ever devolving
into the profane.

Tell that to the eunuchs
at "The Paris Review."

Or you could.

You could write
a whole feature.

That sounds fun,

but between press
and my course load--

Uh, we'd figure out a way
to make it work

with your schedule.
I can come back after class.

Sure. Uh, maybe...

No, feminist
collective meeting.

I'm faculty advisor--

sorry, faculty sister.

You know, Joyce ran the
feminist collective at Vassar.

Persephone Rising had
no formal leadership structure,

but I did facilitate
most of the meetings.

Really?
Come by.

We're always on the hunt
for guest speakers.

Oh, gosh. [chuckles] I'm not
sure I'm accomplished enough

to, you know,
warrant that honor.

You're a successful woman
in publishing.

They'll eat you right up.

So--so then afterwards,

we could talk
about you and "Minx"?

- I'll see you there.
- Okay.

[chuckling] Yes!
- Good job.

You did a good job.

- Thank you.
- That was awes--okay, hey,

you got any plans
for this afternoon?

No. Nothing that I have
to rush back for.

What'd you have in mind?
- Okay, great.

Just a little
grassroots marketing.

Lead the way.

[upbeat rock music]

♪ ♪

- Hey!
- I'm sorry.

Oh, yeah.
We were just so distracted.

What's that?

Oh, my gosh.
It's a kick.

You've never heard
of "Minx" before?

Everyone's talking about it.

- They are?
- Yeah.

Too bad it's sold out everywhere.

- Oh.
- You know what?

Here, why don't you take
my copy?

- Becky!
- It's okay, Jane.

We've already had our fun.

- [mouths] Thanks.
- Enjoy!

♪ ♪

Okay, um...

Volkswagen Beetle.
They're always secret freaks.

That's what I drive.

♪ ♪

Thank you.

♪ ♪

- [mouths] Hey.
- Hi.

- How's it going?
- I'm good. Here you go.

Um, actually,

how about you give me
one of those magazines instead?

All right.
Enjoy, Bruno.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

Don't tell me
I missed the party.

Sorry, fresh out.

What kind of salesman
doesn't bring enough product?

[chuckles]
Not a salesman.

I'm, uh, the photographer.

You got a camera on you?

♪ ♪

All right, Brit, Cam, Brock,
you're hittin' sorority row.

And, Chet, Buck, Dingus, education.

And if you strike out there,
try cheerleading practice.

Alternatively,
poli-sci is flush

with female majors this year.
- Wonderful.

May as well run by history
and econ as well.

Move, maggots! Let's go!
Hidey-ho!

Don't make be
bring out the spoon!

[chuckles]
The what?

Once a Beta always a Beta.

Well, the efficiency
of the manpower

you have summoned
is undeniable,

but are fraternity brothers
the right--

Pledges.

They haven't earned it yet.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

Are pledges
the right emissaries

to be spreading
the "Minx" message?

Listen,
don't overthink it, okay?

We are actively getting your
magazine out there right now.

Look at it.

I mean, you don't want to end
up like that guy, do you?

Tenor? Tenor? Tenor?

No, really.
I cannot thank you enough.

You know, we have a real chance
of booking Wendy.

And I get to talk to the women

that I actually
made "Minx" for.

I might even come out of this
with some mentees.

There you go.

Dingus, what are you doing?

Come on, Dingus.
Move it!

[chuckles]
- Yeah.

[car horn honks]

I did not expect her
to talk about

her dead husband that way.
[laughs]

We're really
doing a mitzvah here.

I'm 1/18 Ashkenazi.

How many boxes
do we have left?

- Um, just two, I think.
- Okay.

Oh, the Jurgensen's
by my kid's school!

Those PTA moms will love it.

[both squeal]

[Rare Earth's
"I Couldn't Believe What..."]

♪ ♪

[camera shutter clicking]
- Yeah.

Beautiful.

[camera shutter clicking]

♪ ♪

All your friends models or
just Dan and Benjy over here?

Models, actors, escorts...

whatever pays the bills.
- Hmm.

We all do very different things
to pay the bills.

Well, today's your lucky day

because you're the one
about to get paid.

♪ But I ran into a detour
in my life ♪

♪ ♪

Oh, wow.

Oh, this place.
- Mm-hmm.

God, my collective
met in the basement

of a science building
reeking of formaldehyde.

Then this piece
might speak to you.

Oh, okay.

- That's a sheep's uterus.
- Oh.

"Mary Had a
Little Hysterectomy."

You know, it's just--it's
amazing what women can create

when they have
the resources, you know?

I mean, look at this.

This--even the quotidian
is so beautiful.

Such depth of color here.

Those are
menstrual drippings.

Sisters, good afternoon.

As you know, we have
a very special guest today.

I see some of you have formed
a relationship

with her material already.

How about a warm
Sisters of Solidarity welcome

for Joyce Prigger?

[silence]

[mouths words]

Do I--um, do I--
uh, do I stand here or--

There are
no hierarchies here.

All right.
Should I just absorb in?

Just tuck right in there.

I'm just--yeah, all right.

So all right.

[grunts]

Okay.

[sighs, grunts]

[chuckles]

The one time
I decide to wear a skirt.

Looks like
you're nice and comfy.

Yes.

So I've got a few errands
to run.

You're gonna get along great.

Uh, you--you're not staying?

Oh, I'm yesterday's news,
right, ladies?

Ciao!
[door opens, closes]

- Hi.
- I have a contribution.

This penis is flaccid.
I resent the implication

that women are too meek
to confront an erect phallus.

all: Mm-hmm.
- Diving right in, I see.

All right. Um, does anybody
else feel that way?

[soft rock music]

♪ ♪

There's a taco casserole
in the freezer,

so just pop it in the oven.

Yeah.
I'll be home in a jiff.

350.

45 minutes.

Keep the foil on.

No, not to eat it.
Take it off for that.

[chuckles]
Love you.

[clears throat]

I like to bring mine
to room temp

before I pop it in the oven.

Well, obviously,
if he had time.

[both chuckle]
- All right.

[indistinct chatter]

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

[indistinct chatter]

[chuckles]

I mean,
who knew it was illegal

to hand out pornography
within 1,000 feet of a school?

Now that I say it out loud,
it does make a lot of sense.

Officer McNeal said
it was a new ordinance,

and we're the first women
to violate it.

Oh, my God.

You're so nice and normal.

That's your community
and all those snooty moms

almost saw you get cuffed.

Jesus!

It's--it's fine.

Where are you gonna
get groceries?

I mean, that assistant manager

seemed very serious
about your lifetime ban.

Yeah, so I'll--I'll shop
someplace else.

Why are you being so cool
about this?

Honestly,
I--I can't even remember

the last time
that I got in trouble.

And it felt kind of good.

[smooth R&B music]

[both chuckle]

I receive
your contribution, Sabrina,

but one of the goals of "Minx"

is to reveal
the oppressive nature

of all
traditional relationships.

So now
my lesbian relationship

can't be traditional
or oppressive?

Do you want it to be?

Where are the stories
about working-class women?

Or women who aren't white?

Or forced sterilization
of indigenous communities?

Good ideas, all,

but we can only have
so many articles per issue

based on the ads
that we can sell.

So the monsters
of Madison Avenue

dictate your content?

Oh, God.
I wish it was Madison Avenue.

It's more like, uh,
Ventura Boulevard.

Clearly, profits are
more important to you

than liberation.

I understand
that this magazine

can't please everyone,

but we are bringing attention
to important issues,

issues that you have raised
many times--

clitoridectomy in Upper Volta,
marital rape--

That had promise,
but you stopped way short.

All marriage is rape.

Come on.
That gets a weird silent clap?

Yes, marriage is problematic.
It is.

But don't you think
that we should refrain

from just calling
everybody's dad a rapist?

I only have one mother,
and her name is Gaia.

Oh, g--good for you, Linda.
That's super.

Good for all of you.

It's--it's wonderful
that you get to sit here

in your little circle
with your menstrual blood

smeared all over the walls
of your free housing,

arguing semantics that have
nothing to do with life

outside of this building.

- Sellout.
- Child!

[PA chimes]
- Attention, passengers--

the inbound flight number 37
from Phoenix is delayed

due to mechanical issues.

[The Caliphs'
"Today, Tomorrow"]

♪ Today, tomorrow
wake her up ♪

♪ Just look around you,
you see the reason why ♪

♪ The falsification
of everything in sight ♪

♪ Made you run around
until I... ♪

Maker's neat.

♪ Today, tomorrow
wake her heart ♪

♪ I don't care
if I live or die ♪

♪ The jet set, the gurus,
the beats ♪

♪ Look at the way they
stroll about the streets ♪

♪ ♪

So you've just been
sitting here all day?

- Yep.
- Going to the airport

without a meeting is so you.

I thought
he'd fold eventually.

So no cactus keychains?

You see all the implications.

- Mm-hmm.
- I don't know.

When I was a kid, there was
this boy named Jimmy McGurgin.

And he opened up
a lemonade stand.

[chuckles]
It's good business.

And the punk
wouldn't let me in on it.

So you know what I did?
I opened up my own

but with a twist.

I added bourbon to it.
Hit of the neighborhood.

Moms, dads, older kids,
everybody loved it.

I was their king.

I put Jimmy out of business.

One of the happiest days
of my life.

That's super sad.

There's always an angle.

I don't know what is going on.

So look, if you want
to tell me "I told you so,"

now would be the time.

The magazine's an albatross.
Y--you were right.

I'm not gonna do that.

You're pathetic,

and I don't kick a man
when he's down.

Anyway, we've been here before.

Now you get resourceful, creative.

- Yeah.
- You'll figure out

how to add some bourbon
to the lemonade.

Can we get out of here?

There's a bird that's been
trapped in the ceiling

for the last two hours,
and it's really bumming me out.

[both chuckle]

[sighs]

We gotta make a pit stop.

Joyce is moving magazines
at Woodbridge.

I got a bunch of boxes
in the trunk.

Broke college kids?
Perfect.

Yep.

[groans]
Shit.

[overlapping angry chatter]

Fantastic. You're here.
Ready to go?

Yeah.
Why? What's going on?

Um, the pledges
did a great job,

but in their zeal to impress,

they made a pit stop
at Bible study

and may have left
some magazines behind.

That led to a protest,

which brought up
the Gay Liberation Front,

who, by the way,
love your magazine.

- Oh!
- Um, and that's Dean Oliver.

He's trying to explain
the university's stance

on free speech...
- Oh, all right.

Which obviously
got the attention

of the Civil Liberty Association.

Tell me it went better inside.

Is Wendy in?

God, Wendy.

- What?
- Wendy.

Hey, Wendy! Wendy!

How'd it go?
They're something, aren't they?

Those girls were terrifying,
but you knew that, didn't you?

Welcome to being a feminist
in the public's eye.

Tricky, huh?
- Yeah, apparently so.

But okay, fine.
That can be the angle

for the piece you do
for "Minx."

Oh, I'd love to,
but I forgot

I have a noncompete clause
in my deal with "Harper's."

[scoffs]

And you're
just remembering that now?

That's very convenient.
- Not cool, Wendy.

Well, you're welcome
to call my lawyer,

see if we can get a carve-out.

He's currently in Positano convalescing,

so it might take
a little while.

Good luck, sister.

I'm rooting for you.
[clicks tongue]

[clicks tongue sarcastically]

I never read your book,
by the way!

[overlapping angry chatter]

- Oh, my God!
- Jesus Christ.

I really thought
that they would like me.

[chatter continues]

College.

♪ ♪

Oh, my gosh, we're gonna
be early for that party.

Well, in there,
they're so fast.

Remind me to always
get arrested in Pasadena.

Tell me where
you're going again?

Oh, you're coming with.

Yeah.

Elliot Gould's stunt double

is blowin' it out
in the Canyon.

Hell's Angels
are running security,

but I used to bang their
road captain, so we'll get in.

LJ.

Did you give those pigs
the what-for?

- You know we did.
- [chuckles]

Oh, Shelly,
this is Long John.

Oh, hello--okay.

[chuckles]
- Yeah.

Someone likes patchouli.

Okay.
- [laughing] Yeah.

Let's go.

Fire that shit up.
[laughs]

I know his eyes
are totally saucered,

but he's an above-average
stoned driver.

Also, Mulholland is only,
like, 19 miles away,

so we'll get there.

I should, uh, probably
get home.

What? No! Bread's ex-drummer
is gonna play,

and I heard he got kicked out
'cause he rocked too hard.

Oh, I do--I do love Bread.

It's just we just moved Milly
out of her crib this week,

and, um, I promised her
I'd do a monster check

under her bed tonight,
which is silly,

'cause everyone knows
monsters live in the closet.

We'll give you
a ride to your car.

Oh, I--

uh, I could use the walk,
I think, so--

[rock music playing
on van stereo]

Hey, um...

Yeah.

Use a can of Aqua Net.

Tell her it's monster spray.

That's what my mom
used to do for me.

Okay.

♪ ♪

This magazine should have
no place in the future we want!

"Minx" will destroy
our movement before we have a--

- Excuse me. Excuse me.
- Watch it!

[crowd cheering]
- Here you go.

So step right up and deposit

this piece
of feminist impostor-ism

into the trash heap!

Dong is wrong!
Dong is wrong!

all: Dong is wrong!
Dong is wrong!

I'm done with this!
all: Dong is wrong!

Dong is wrong!
Dong is wrong!

Throw that "Minx" crap
in the trash!

Let me hear you say it!

Down with "Minx"!

I don't even know why
we're doing this!

Because they're
your magazines.

Maybe just skip the ones
with spit on them.

Oh, God!

[indistinct shouting]

Hey, stop right--
Hey! Hey!

all: Down with "Minx"!
- Fuck Reagan!

Hard to argue
with that, buddy.

Prick.

fall: Down with "Minx"!
- Fuck "Minx"!

all: Down with "Minx"!

Can you believe this shit?

Yeah, I can.

Let it out.

Fine. I did tell you so.

I told you from the start
this was a bad bet.

You lost, Doug.
"Minx" is a dog.

Yeah, we don't have
a lot fans right now, do we?

I've done everything
you've asked.

I've been silent
when I wanted to scream.

I've defended you
when I knew you were guilty.

All in service of what?

An off-brand,
very expensive experiment?

This weird legitimacy thing
that if we don't cut our losses

will burn our whole company
to the ground.

all: Down with "Minx"!

And fuck you for making me
have to say all this stuff.

[scoffs] I'm the drunkest
person at the Christmas party.

I'm Good Time Tina!

Hey, girl.

Not you.
Keep riding, Junior.

all: Down with "Minx"!

[indistinct shouting]

Ugh.

Who throws a hardback Bible?

- Is it still bleeding?
- Yes, yes.

I'm so s--
I--I--I feel responsible.

Am I--am I--
am I responsible?

Are you talking legally
or morally?

I don't know.
Both, I guess.

Maybe we could ask
Wendy's lawyer.

[chuckles]

Just tell me that this
is all gonna blow over.

It'll be fine, okay?

I know it seems like
the end of the world,

a bunch of college kids
yelling at each other,

but it happens every day.

Yeah, bonfire!
[students shouting]

[The Groundhogs' "Cherry Red"]

♪ ♪

♪ All night long,
I loved her ♪

♪ Morning came too soon ♪

♪ I knew she'd be gone
by the afternoon ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I said,
"Please don't go"♪

♪ Still she said goodbye ♪

♪ But as she turned around,
she got a look in her eye ♪

♪ As she turned around,
she got a look in her eye ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And I thought it said ♪

♪ ♪

♪ When you look round
to see me ♪

♪ Turn around in your bed ♪

♪ The warmth of my body
will heat you ♪

♪ Make your blood
run cherry red ♪

♪ Cherry red ♪

♪ ♪