Original subtitles

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪

♪

Finished.

Finished.

♪

Robert.

Where's my Robert?

Shake me another martini,

and then let's play doctor.

Oh, Robert! Please come on!

You can't still be mad at me, can you?

Robert!

Robert!

Robert!

[Music]

Like the rising of the morning sun,

nothing in Palm Beach has quite the same sparkle of potential and promise as the daily delivery of the shiny sheet.

The rise and fall of social stocks, the cementing and undoing of legacies,

which backs were lashed and which paws were flowed.

So much promise, so much peril.

[Music]

Predictably, Mary David's old stock was at an all-time high that morning

thanks to her successful auction for fibrosis.

And Donna's social standing was still at a premium thanks to everything she did for the cancer babies.

[Music]

Rockale stocks seem perpetually in question,

but she was placing all her bets on her own ball to come.

[Music]

Evelyn, so sure she was next in line for the throne, was that morning throne for a loop?

[Music]

Meanwhile, a certain someone's social standing seemed even stronger following her embolism.

As I was soon to find out the end of season beach ball,

the biggest gala of the year, which never failed to resum in her social standing at an apex

as each season came to a close, was the brass ring every socialite in Palm Beach wanted.

[Music]

But with vitals trending positive, who knew what the future would bring?

[Music]

By any of us.

[Music]

[Music]

[Music]

[Music]

Hey! What? Where are you? Get your hands off my unmentionables you pirate!

Take your shit and get!

[Music]

[Music]

Ah, welcome back.

No, no jewels today. I need to send a telegram.

Oh.

[Music]

Chute.

Chicago O'Hare Airport.

Transworld airlines.

Pilot's Lounge.

Captain Delacorte.

AKA Simmons.

Big news, stop.

Norm is on the mend. Stop.

Since now weeks or months away, stop. Lodging in flux. Stop.

We'll let you know where I land. Stop. Do you get it?

Two dollars.

What would I do now that the queen was hanging on?

I had long relied on a motto from my caption days.

She who has the nails never fails.

It's a bit of letting.

[Music]

Maxie.

I'll mixie.

[Music]

My boyfriend dumped me last night.

Oh, honey.

Dear.

Dear.

[Laughs]

After we had sex and then went to the Great Wall of China to have hot and sour shrimp, which I paid for.

You had sex before dinner?

Look what I happen to have.

[Music]

You see this friend's $20 bill?

This was the first monetary compensation I ever received from my story pageant career.

Sadly, it's also the last bit of money that I have.

Just about shattered the frame this morning trying to buy gas.

And as I raised it above my head, I looked at it and then I stopped and I said, "No!"

Someone at the beginning of their career might be able to use this for inspiration.

Or at least for a hot and sour shrimp bill.

As the only non-duplicitous person I have met in Palm Beach, I'd like you to have this.

Especially now.

Maybe we could also use it as payment for some cute text frosted ice silver.

My paws need some mitzvie.

Maxie, didn't you see the shiny sheep this morning?

No.

What?

Why?

I was pecking.

[Laughs]

You're the lead story!

What?

[Laughs]

Who is this Douglas Telekord?

Oh, God.

I feel like I'm going to throw up.

Or maybe I'm going to do to.

No, I think I'm going to throw up.

Well, I'm not doing a little bit of bows.

Read the rest of it, Bowser.

After making a surprise splash by diving into the action at last night's auction for

Fobrosis, everyone wants to know who is Mrs. Douglas Telekord.

And with Norma Delacorte tragically incapacitated, what will become of the famous end of season

beach ball held at the beachfront Delacorte Estate for an unbroken 49 years?

Here comes the brilliant Betty.

She's on her way to a pre-dinner cocktail connection in this silk chiffon confection

shown here in the Maxie version for the ankle conscious.

Will the heir to the name be the heir to the gala?

Ladies!

I am here to ease your worries.

The beach ball is alive and well.

Of course, you'll all be getting an invitation.

Darling, wonderful to hear.

We are at a fashion viewing.

Well, I love to view fashions.

Thanks, fellas.

Thank you, Gramely.

She was on the cover of the shiny sheet this morning.

May we continue.

Here's the delightful doreen.

She's dressed in an empire-waste dress, patterned to impress.

Ladies, did anybody receive a beach ball invitation from Norma before she

embellized?

No.

Hmm.

Without those invitations going out, I'm curious who exactly you'll be inviting to Norma's

gala Maxieen.

Just as chickens?

After all, a few of us are the only people you know.

The sheet would smell scandal.

This cape adds flair to this sumptuous raw silk bias cut a-line gown, if you dare.

I love pink.

It says "youths."

And hot dogs.

Maxieen, I would be more than happy to help you assemble your guest list.

Evelyn, thank you.

Well, that would be just wonderful.

The secret to Norma's gala is her famous rolodex, perhaps the most valuable object in all the palm beach, which she keeps under lock and key at the savings and loan, along with her more precious stones.

There are more precious stones?

That's where she keeps her crown.

Crown?

But the rolodex.

With that, you could be assured that the rich and famous would fly in from around the world.

If not for you, then to pay tribute to dear Norma.

But Maxieen, maybe they will fly in for you.

Certainly they'll all be asking the same question we are.

Like the sheet says, who is Mrs. Douglas Delacort?

Everyone wants to know.

If you fancy a little peekaboo, your cigarette-clad pant will show through this stunning yellow grape.

Sleepless tunic.

Maxieen, I think this is an opportunity for all us ladies to get to know the real you.

I would love to host you ladies for a little cocktail thingy.

Tonight, at the club, I'm sure cocktail hour works perfectly for all of us, doesn't it, ladies?

Oh, but too bad you won't be able to do it at the Palm Royale, darling.

Tonight is the annual South Florida veterans of the Great War horse pack, didn't it?

Well, tomorrow not then?

We're actually only free tonight, aren't we, ladies?

Oh!

I am sure everyone would actually love to see where you live, Maxieen.

One final look, Slee.

I think if you had us all over to your place, it would be wildly entertaining.

Wonderful.

Well, I will, uh, see everyone at cocktail hour.

Excellent.

Where, where shall we meet?

At the Delacor mansion.

Of course.

Idiot!

Shoot, shoot, shoot!

Close again. Close again.

Maxieen, drop that open.

I have some legs over.

Fuck!

[grunts]

[grunts]

[music playing]

[music playing]

[grunts]

[music playing]

[music playing]

[music playing]

[music playing]

[music playing]

[music playing]

[music playing]

[music playing]

[music playing]

[music playing]

[music playing]

[music playing]

[music playing]

What do you think you're doing?

I'm moving in.

And you're moving out.

Please sit on my things.

Thank you.

You're not.

I'm not.

And I won't.

This is not your house.

Funny.

Is it yours?

Can you tell me again exactly what you do around here?

I told you I'm Norma's caretaker.

Well, good job, soldier.

'Cause she is currently a vegetable and a home for the sideline.

And I bet you a rutitude to your little visit yesterday was your first one.

You can leave now.

It's the bar this way.

Now, we'll call the police, and I'll tell you what.

I'll call the police, and I'll tell them I saw you take Stone Maiden.

[screaming]

The police.

Sure, go ahead.

But don't forget to tell them the part about how I returned her.

It's broken.

Oh, please.

It's nothing a little eyelash.

We won't repair her.

And when they get here, I'll be sure to show them my new stationary that unequivocally

pronounces Maxine Delacort.

Tell me, do you even have stationary?

Robert.

No.

No.

And if you did have stationary, would it say Delacort on it anywhere?

No.

No.

Then I implore you.

[doorbell rings]

Dialed Will.

Thank you.

So this is how it's gonna lay out.

I'm gonna find the nicest room in the house to lay out my unmentionables, and then I'm

gonna throw a cocktail party for the ladies.

And by the time I get here, you're gonna be gone.

No.

What did you just say?

I said no.

Put your shirt on and leave.

I don't feel like I'm happy like this.

Right.

You better leave.

Make me--

You're made.

Well, you quit following me.

You should be getting your things together instead.

Can't come up.

This is not your house.

No, my house, then it is your house.

[door slams]

[sighs]

What in the--

This place looks like a crime scene.

What do you mean?

You purport to be taken care of normally.

You haven't even cleaned up her room?

Well, this is where it happened.

Her embolism.

So?

Well, you don't stop making embolism to make the bed.

A house boy does afterwards.

I'm not a house boy.

Oh boy, bar boy, whatever boy.

All I know is that you have been.

No help to me, so I will get my things myself.

If I were you, I'd get your dungarees packed.

Squatter.

You say that like it's an insult.

Well, you should know in this great nation of ours,

we have a long and proud history of squatting.

After all, how do you think we got Texas by squatting on Mexico?

You squat, I squat.

Oh, we all squat for hoodie squat.

Get out!

I'm not going anywhere.

You get out.

I will see you at the club, Ginslinger.

We're not squatting, he's squatting.

We don't own the house yet.

We don't have to.

Sides, someone's got to keep an eye on it,

protect the family interest.

I don't like the idea of thinking about you alone in the house with some strange man.

It's my Douglas Jealous.

Your Dougie is worried.

I can hear you gnawing on your paw.

Stop, you're not going to have any fingers left.

Sides, he's not so strange.

He is a veteran, and it's so much nicer than the motel.

Pagan Room 103 was essentially an axe murderer.

She was very open about that.

This guy just walks around with his shirt off all the time.

He's fine.

Why is he shirtless?

What's funny to get that big?

Look, I would prefer if you found accommodation elsewhere.

Listen, I must run.

The lady has a collar.

You're getting carried away.

I'm the opposite of getting carried away.

I'm a woman coming into her own.

A vaccine?

No, please hurry home.

I'm having such fun.

Maxie, I'm not.

Maxie, I'm not.

You do live here.

Good morning, Mrs. Delacorte.

It's an an holiday from the Shanish.

Does that live in Pummelsbury?

Apologies for the drop in.

I just wanted to do a quick follow up on you.

Between you and me, I was researching your aunt Norma's obit yesterday,

which brought me no pleasure, by the way.

Only to discover there is a new Delacorte in Palm Beach.

I don't know what to say.

Also, I'd like to take a few pictures.

I love what you're wearing right now.

It's so real.

How about one right now posing in the doorway?

Oh, okay.

Oh, yes.

Oh, wonderful.

Oh, okay.

Oh.

The beautiful car.

How about we do some photos over here?

Oh, okay.

Oh, my.

It's like a calendar pose.

Okay.

I've got it.

Oh, why don't we take one where it looks like I'm waving to someone?

All right.

[laughs]

[music]

[music]

[music]

[music]

[music]

[music]

[music]

So, who is Maxine Delacorte formally Simmons?

Other than Miss Junior Okei 1943, Miss Chattanooga 45,

and Miss Minner of Luffs 46?

Yes.

Other than that.

Just a girl.

From an aspirationally glamorous upbringing,

who dropped everything at significant trouble

to rush to the bedside of her husband's aunt

while he continues his duty to his passengers

and the transportational needs of this great nation.

So wonderfully wordy, yet so lacking in detail.

That's a skill.

Thank you, Anne.

You're from Tennessee.

I hear it.

Nashville?

Chattanooga.

Chattanooga.

Are your people still there?

No.

No, we've all moved on from little Chattanooga.

And the big question,

well for 49 years, the richest, most famous men and women

from around the world have come to Palm Beach

to take part in the most talked about party of the season.

One written about with all in all the gossip columns

from coast to coast.

Will the beach ball have a 50th anniversary this season?

[music]

It will.

And I am going to host it right here where it's always been.

In honor of Norma, of course.

Who, if luck will have it, will dawn her crown

for the 50th time?

[music]

One more photo.

Oh.

Ready?

[music]

Oh, I got it.

I've really got it.

Thanks so much for taking the time.

I'll just make my deadline.

Oh, when is this coming out?

By 8 a.m. tomorrow morning, the entire town will know

the new hostess of the beach ball.

Tomorrow?

Yep.

[music]

I was stepping into my own.

In 14 short hours, all of Palm Beach would know

the queen in wait and had arrived.

Royal impressions must be made.

I had just over four hours to put together a nice table scape

and think of a cocktail.

The world was not a oyster.

But in that moment, all I was digging up were...

Cloyams.

[music]

Where's all the food?

Are you hungry?

I can't prepare something with what I got in my kitchenette.

No, I don't want you to prepare me anything.

Where's the food in the mansion?

Do you know anything about rich people?

I am a rich person.

Then you would know that you don't keep anything in the house.

Because your days are filled with lunches and brunches

and your nights are filled with galleys.

And you always watch your way.

Of course I knew that.

Everybody knows that.

You would know that if you want to throw a little cocktail party,

you'd have a cater.

But good luck trying to find someone's fear at the moment during the season.

You would have to know someone to call in a favor.

But wait.

You don't know anybody, do you?

Actually, I do know someone and I don't need a fully catered event.

All I need is a beautiful table skate.

[music]

Table skate.

[music]

[music]

Hello.

[music]

[music]

[music]

[music]

[music]

[music]

Okay everyone.

I've had a revelation.

But right now I just want you to feel my energy.

[music]

Hope y'all didn't take a bunch of sign, Ad.

Oh, good. You're alive.

Your friend's here.

Told you she'd be back.

Hi, pal.

Is that a bad joke?

Maxine, what are you doing here?

Linda.

[sighs]

Look at that table skate.

No one can arrange cured meets like you.

Oh, thanks Maxine.

But we're meditating some people here.

All right, let's get started.

Why don't you come and join us?

I just need to do this.

Yeah, after the meeting.

Okay, yeah.

We'll sit.

Okay.

Ooh, I sat on the floor in a long time.

So, uh, today we're talking about partnering.

I think, like many of you, I feel disillusioned by it.

And I keep asking myself the question,

is marriage as it exists today what the world needs?

Yes.

I mean, especially in America.

The female class is expected to submit to an identity

that's already pre-ordained for.

And therefore, don't we as a nation then export that expectation

beyond our shores by force?

I'm talking about one thing.

Vietnam!

I'm sorry. I'm lost.

Can you understand American domination of South Vietnamese hamlets?

Is an endorsement of state sponsored male chauvinism.

And we've all had experiences of it.

My big one....

Getting left on my wedding day.

It takes an entire system for that to happen.

For a man to be made to feel he's entitled enough to do that to a woman.

You get what I'm saying, Maxine, right?

Not really.

We're talking about South Vietnam.

The South Vietnamese people are the bride.

America's the groom, right?

They proposed.

And they made a lot of promises.

And then the groom left the bride on her wedding day in front of all the guests,

of all the world community.

And that's the American male construct,

which needs to be examined on all shores that holds American boot prints.

Exactly.

Yeah, thank you.

That's it right there.

Obviously it was a bad engagement.

What?

America should have left South Vietnam at the altar.

But back in 1963, in front of all the guests,

Linda, the secret to a great marriage is not resisting the man.

It's living for him.

Oh, what the fuck?

Maxine, you're not that lost.

I am not lost, Linda.

I am but found.

He chose me, my husband.

I am his wife proudly and I will proudly bear his name.

I will shout it from the rooftops.

I'll shout it in the shower, Delicort.

And I will proudly do what I can to lift him up to make his dreams come true.

Am I right, ladies?

Don't you agree?

No?

No?

Speaking of lifting up, I did just come here to ask you for a favor.

Okay, let's just get you out of here.

Cuz we're out through here.

Okay, the bar should be good.

Okay.

Oh, great. And if you just go right through there and just bear right at the columns.

Okay.

Thank you.

How do you know where to tell him to...

Everybody knows the home of the beach ball.

Of course.

This definitely strains my idea of helping a sister in need though.

Thanks again for helping me with this huge seafood order.

This is a precision air strike.

Nobody, nowhere escapes a table like you.

I'm in the cover of the shiny sheet.

Compressions need to be made and maintained.

Thus elevating your husband and therefore yourself

to a newfound status amongst Palm Beach society.

You understand me perfectly.

Okay.

So where's your husband?

You're here doing all this for him.

He is 30,000 feet in the air.

Living for me.

Shepherding is 737 from Santa's Shine and Sea.

Okay.

Ten pounds of lobster tail, ten pounds of snow crab legs,

five pounds of jumbo shrimp, one pound of smoked hatik,

half a pound of caviar, 100 oysters, and 150 pounds of crushed ice.

That'll be $400.

Cash or check?

Check.

Probably easier.

Hi.

How do I look?

Did I strike the rotten oat?

Wow.

You look pretty in pink.

Sure, it's not too informal.

It's one piece.

No, you're dressed to impress.

Oh, thank you.

Linda!

These towers are exquisite.

Really?

I have to admit, I miss doing things at this scale.

Oh, well, who is trying to impress now?

Wanna help me with finishing touches?

You can do orchids, I'll do grapes.

Be my honor.

Just, okay.

You know, Maxine, I do think you owe it to yourself

to just get clear on why these ladies are coming here today.

I mean, no offense, but...

Maybe it's not 'cause they like you.

I know that.

I was on the cover of the shiny sheet.

They're coming to check out their competition.

No, Maxine, it's 'cause they want something from you.

What do I have that those women could possibly want?

The beach ball.

The beach ball?

Yeah, the beach ball, these gallows.

They're all the same.

They're big and lemme makers.

I'm sorry, I'm lost.

Let me give you an example.

Last year, this...

a hands-y young optometrist.

He threw a big old gala for his family foundation.

They kept all the money and spent it on oil portraits of himself.

Gosh, what happened to him?

Same thing that happens to all these people.

Nothing.

Well, I think the beach ball's pretty straightforward.

It's about preservation.

Keepin' trash off the beach.

The Delacort beach.

Exactly, Maxine.

It benefits the Delacort beach.

No matter who it is throwing it,

it's always gonna benefit...

Oh.

Hello?

That's the pool boy.

He's got a case of chippy shoulder.

The...

pool boy?

Get your mind out of the gutter.

What could she...

In a plate?

You talkin' to plants?

Yeah, she's Patsy.

Hello, Patsy.

Oh.

Semper-fime marine.

Do or die?

Did you serve?

Korea.

I'm glad you're safe.

Emma?

I wouldn't be so sure.

See ya.

I like him.

Yes, he's hilarious.

Well...

Okay.

Thank you.

You're so welcome.

Oh.

Oh.

You're dismissing me.

No!

Linda, I'm not dismissing you.

I'm telling you you have to go.

Okay, Maxine, I got it.

Listen, everyone's gonna be here any minute.

You hate her.

She hates you.

Be kind of a pooper if you stuck around.

You and I had our friend Tom.

Now I'm gonna have friend Tom with her.

I get it.

Okay, that's them.

You gotta go.

You gotta get out of here.

Okay.

All right.

Okay.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, not that way.

Not that way, not that way, not the back.

Oh, my God.

Oh, I don't want them to know you're here.

No offense.

Back door, go.

This is ridiculous.

It's not ridiculous.

Look, we'll catch a movie this week.

There's so many movies I wanna see.

Barry!

I parked on the lawn.

Welcome to the Delacorte mansion.

I should say that to you.

How long have you lived here?

Three hours.

Well, some would say my heart is twilled here forever.

My tie.

Extra mint.

Size of orange instead of pineapple.

Light on the ice and don't forget the umbrella.

Easy as pie.

Make yourself comfortable.

(somber music)

(somber music)

(somber music)

(somber music)

(somber music)

Hey.

Nice music.

Thank you.

At least I'm not talking to plants this time.

Ladies here?

Just now.

Guess what?

Right.

I got kicked out.

(laughing)

It happens to the best of us.

Don't worry.

(laughing)

Thanks.

(laughing)

Can I fix you a drink?

Gin Ricky.

Um...

Gimlet?

Keep it simple.

(somber music)

(somber music)

Oh, hey, pal.

Well, well, when the cats away,

does Norma know you're doing dress up at the Delacorte?

No, of course she doesn't.

She's in a coma.

I'll have a Mississippi punch with rye instead of urban,

extra cold.

And then I'm sure you'll explain what you're doing here.

(somber music)

Okay.

(whistling)

(whistling)

(whistling)

All right.

Cheers.

Linda.

Gin Ricky.

(whistling)

Robert, I will pay you $30.

(whistling)

But check.

If you can throw on an apron,

come inside and help me bartend.

I'm busy packing my dungarees.

You're just sitting there.

Mm-hmm.

(somber music)

Linda, what about you?

You made such a fabulous table scape.

Certainly you know your way around a bucket of ice and a festive umbrella.

Please.

I'm on the wagon.

You're drinking right now.

I mean after this.

And a few more.

And now I want to poop your party.

Gee.

Thanks, pals.

Hey.

Bartender's Guide on the Counterins.

(whistling)

Mississippi punch.

Okay.

Mississippi punch.

(whistling)

Mississippi punch.

Mississippi punch.

Mississippi punch.

Mississippi punch.

Mississippi punch.

Come here.

Come here.

Where's my neck?

(whistling)

(whistling)

(whistling)

(whistling)

(whistling)

(whistling)

(whistling)

(whistling)

(whistling)

(whistling)

Welcome to our home.

(chuckling)

Not quite yet, dear.

(whistling)

Run this way.

Unlike you, I've been here before.

I'll have a general Harrison Eggnog firm,

but not too much,

plus a little extra nutmeg and not too icy.

You're a dear.

(whistling)

Thanks.

General Harris.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Okay.

(whistling)

Raquel, what can I get you?

Medrum Sour, Brandy Sheparell, Arfernard,

for my sangory?

Just a glass of white wine.

Oh, thank God.

Plus a $10,000 check.

If you plan on coming to my Havana Night Scala next week,

of course he's got to support the poor

underserved Battista loyalists of Florida.

Norman ever missed a party in the season.

I'm sure her heir apparent wouldn't either.

What?

So you were in the shit, huh?

Let's just say I was lucky.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers.

(clicking)

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Lucky is its own kind of trauma though, right?

I'm so done with traumatized.

I don't think if you spend your entire life

trying to excavate your own generational trauma,

you learn how to feel it in others.

I mean, even if they don't yet.

Never eager about bridge.

My family fortune, of which I possess none, by the way,

was built on the pain of others.

Specifically, my grandfather,

made his railroad fortune by dispossessing

Native American tribes across seven states.

So, surprise, I'm a revolutionary.

Cool.

How long you lived here with Norma?

I'm going under three years now.

Wow, so you're close.

Barry.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, but not like that.

Where floats your boat?

She ever talked to you about me?

I know that you hate Evelyn since she married your father

because you think she's a gold digger.

That's about it.

Unless there's anything else you want to share.

No.

Not a thing.

How about you?

No.

Not a thing.

You're a good bartender.

Oh, damn it.

I'm out of red.

I've got a red, but I need two greens.

Done.

Evelyn, I'll give you a blue one for one of Dina's greens.

What are the round white ones?

Mary.

It's aspirin.

[laughter]

Wait, who's kind of drunk?

Um...

Cocktails!

Ladies.

Mm-hmm.

Mata, extra mint.

General Harrison's egg yolk.

Mrs. would be punched with red?

Wine.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

[sighs]

Maxine, your ears must have been burning all day.

The town is a buzz.

Who is she?

Where is she from?

How does she keep her figure?

And of course, the biggie?

How the hell is she living at the Delacort mansion?

In pageantry, everyone knows that every interview question

actually hides a second, more important question.

Oh, well, someone's got to keep the lights on

for poor precious Norma, don't they?

Well, just yesterday, her doctor said that her recovery

would quicken if her life was ready and waiting to be

stepped back into.

But if Norma...

...heaven't help us, does not recover.

Darling Douglas will get ahead start and step into his inheritance,

the social order, after such a long, long sabbatical away.

If you want to keep Norma's seat warm for her return,

a little tip.

Norma would never run in bellowing about her cocktail gathering

in the quiet sanctuary of Graemann's salon.

Norma would have handwritten invitations and had them

hand-delivered weeks in advance.

It's simply a miracle that we were all free at this moment

during the high season.

Well, said Mary.

Well...

...some would say I bring perhaps a youthful,

and I think I can say that,

new sense of spontaneity to the dusty traditions here

that Mary feel, frankly, elderly.

Mary, Maxine is new here, so let's not get critical.

And Maxine, I was an earnest when I said I'd be happy to help you

co-host your party, as long as we have that rhododex of Norma's.

You think she's being eaten alive in there?

If she is, she's making them choke on the bones.

You partake?

My body's a temple.

Even the most sacred shrines need a little incense.

What the...

Oh, my God.

That is so lame.

And speaking of planning, do you know if Norma had engaged

any help before her tragic event?

Oh, well, the lady certainly doesn't pull through another lady's secretarial.

But you sit on her furniture and eat off her china?

Raquel, go.

What caterer do you think you'll be using for the beach ball?

And that's when it began to turn at the expert hands of Evelyn.

No wonder that she was rolly considered the true lady in waiting.

I'll be using Norma's favorite.

And who would that be?

You can always ask Norma.

Mary, too soon.

This is all being thought of.

After all, it's not just a party.

It's like an event.

[ Laughter ]

Dear, it's not like an event.

And it's not some backyard birthday party for Backwater Girls from Tennessee.

It's the event of the season.

Have you started planning your entrance yet?

My entrance?

I remember the year Norma made her entrance dressed as Boti Célle's Venus in a clamshell of real Paris.

And when she was Queen Cleopatra on a chariot pulled by a swarm of Australian bodybuilders.

Or who can forget last year when she arrived as Marie Antoinette,

complete with powdered wig and pastries flown in from gay belly.

And always in her crown.

Maxine, the beach ball, is a production.

[ Laughter ]

It sounds like it.

Oh, Maxine.

That reminds me, since we're on money.

The fibs still haven't received your $75,000 check for your incredible winning auction bid.

And after all, that is what landed you in the shiny sheet.

What any of you ladies like some fresh crab legs?

Raw oysters, clams, caviar, lobster tails?

Just the check.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Music ]

[ Slap ]

To the fibs!

To the fibs!

Palm Beach is such a small town.

Never long enough.

You have memories in every mansion.

Not all of them good, you know?

My magic.

You know, I am --

I used to be kind of close to Norma.

She in the same care facility as my dad.

What's wrong with her?

He's been going downhill for a long time.

He's in a lot of pain.

And we all --

[ Sighs ]

Yeah, I could really use that.

[ Laughs ]

[ Laughs ]

It's okay.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, God.

I'm so sorry.

Whatever you're sorry for, it's not your fault.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

You sure you don't want to take some lobster with you?

Or those some shrimp and a napkin and save it for later in your purse?

Oh, please, please.

Let me make you a tegown napkin with some crackers and cheese, some shrimp.

Maxine, permit me to ask you a rather frank question.

Please.

Do you have any money?

Sure.

Loads.

Besides, when Norma tragically passes, Douglas will come into his inheritance

and will be able to throw the end of season ball.

You poor dear.

[ Sighs ]

Something I should have told you earlier.

There is no inheritance for Douglas.

What?

When Norma passes, all the money goes to the big cats.

I'm not following Evelyn. Who?

Who?

When she finally goes, and that will truly be a sad day for all,

her entire estate will be moved into a trust benefiting the Palm Beach Petterbrief Feline Society.

How do you know that?

Norma and I knew everything about one another.

And surprise, I know quite a lot about you.

As a matter of fact, Norma and I used to share a cocktail in a lab

of your sunny Christmas letters you'd send every year,

obviously making a bid to keep doggy on the money.

She always told me she wouldn't give doggy her money if he was the last

Delacort on Earth.

And he is unless you're with child.

I'm pretty sure you're not.

So I will be hosting the gala this year in honor of Norma, of course.

And I will do it right here to keep traditions unbroken.

I imagine the estate, whoever that might be, will want a juicy sight fee,

which is to be expected.

How generous.

And in return, you get to say what's left of that fresh piece of yours.

After all, you said it would be announced in the shiny sheet tomorrow.

Evelyn?

I've waited my entire life to arrive, as if arriving would mean I would have it all.

Three of worry, moving, as if by magic.

Never even touching the ground.

But today, I've realized, thanks to you,

that arriving is not the end of the journey.

It is just the beginning.

Might have taken you for a poetess, just a run of the mill interloper.

You caught me red handed, Evelyn?

I don't have any money.

And yes, this probably will be in the shiny sheet tomorrow.

But, you see, the Delacorte Mansion is the only place where the end of season beach ball can be held.

So, if you want to have the party, I think you have to partner with me.

Never.

I know you're slipping.

And I am barely hanging on.

If you fall, I will catch you, and when I do, I will hold on so, so tight.

You find the key to Norma's safe deposit box, get the roll of tax,

and the two of us will get down to business.

Fuck it, Norm.

[MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Maxine?

I'm in here.

I haven't been in here since... well... decades.

What did you do?

I made a real mess of the family man, didn't I?

How do you drunk?

I want you to do something.

Yeah, sure, babe. Anything.

I want you to take me upstairs and fuck me like a dill accord.

It's there, do you?

Well, I...

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Maxine!

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]