Monuments should be erected in my honor.
You didn't.
Oh, yes. A friend of a friend does the cover art...
and she happens to have the manuscript.
Oh, no, 'cause that would mean that I actually did something right.
It's just- Oh!
The thing is, Christian, I was just-
Look, you want this thing, you better hurry. I'll meet you at the St. Regis.
Excuse me.
- Welcome to the St. Regis. May I assist you with anything? - Oh. Yes.
Uh, I'm meeting someone at the King Cole Bar.
Right this way.
Hi.
You have one hour.
Thank you.
One copy. What are my twins gonna do with that? Share?
Oh, no, I made two copies...
and had them covered, reset and bound so that they wouldn't look like manuscripts.
This is an extra copy to have on file. You know, just in case.
Well, where are these fabulous copies? I don't see them anywhere.
They're with the twins, on the train on the way to Grandma's.
Is there anything else I can do for you?
Mm-mmm. That's all.
Okay.
- Hey. - Hey. I went to Dean & Deluca.
Man, they charge, like, five dollars a strawberry there.
But I figure since you quit your job...
we should celebrate.
Listen, Nate.
Wait a minute.
You quit your job, but you're still working on the twins' science project?
Well, that's big of you.
Okay, after we talked, I realized...
it doesn't make sense throwing away all those months of hard work.
I just had a moment of weakness, that's all.
Yeah, well, either that, or your job sucks and your boss is a wacko.
All right. Whatever. It's your job.
Nate.
Come on.
I'm still the same person I was.
I still want the same things. Okay?
- Mm-hmm. - I promise. Same Andy, better clothes.
I like the old clothes.
Really?
Well, what about these necklaces? Do you like them?
No? And this dress, it's new.
Eh.
Well, there is one other thing that's new...
that I thought you might like.
But, uh-What about this?
You don't like it. I should better do-
No, no, no, no.
Is this number two look? This is number two?
- Hi. - Hi. All right. Turn around for me, darling.
Oh, I get it. I get it. I get it.
The piece is called "urban jungle," right?
Yes, the modern woman unleashes the animal within to take on the big city.
Good. Go.
Sometimes I can't believe I talk about this crap all day.
- Bobby, come here. Let me see. - Oh, thank you.
- Make sure Miranda gets these as soon as possible. - Mm-hmm.
And tell her I switched in the Dior for the Rocha.
- Oh, great. Can't wait. - Excuse me.
- Can we adjust the attitude? - I'm sorry.
- Don't make me feed you to one of the models. - I'm sorry.
It's a busy day.
My personal life is hanging by a thread, that's all.
Join the club. That's what happens when you start doing well at work, darling.
Let me know when your whole life goes up in smoke.
That means it's time for a promotion.
No. All right, February, back of the issue.
Did anybody speak with Salma's people yet?
Yes, but she'd rather do a summer cover because she has a movie coming out.
No. Also, I'm pulling the Toobin piece on the Supreme Court women-
woman.
And I need to see a new draft on that piece...
about shopping for a plastic surgeon- It's dull.
And this layout for the Winter Wonderland spread.
Not wonderful yet.
Oh, okay. I-I'll look at it.
What about Testino? Where are we on that?
Zac Posen's doing some very sculptural suits.
So I suggested that, uh, Testino shoot them at the Noguchi Garden.
Perfect.
Thank God somebody came to work today.
What about accessories for April?
One thought I had was enamel. Um, bangles, pendants, earrings.
No. We did that two years ago. What else?
Um, well, they're showing a lot of florals right now, so I was thinking-
Florals? For spring? Groundbreaking.
But we thought about shooting them in an industrial space.
We thought the contrast between the femininity of the florals...
and the more raw, rough-hewn background would create this wonderful tension between-
- No. - Which?
Does anybody else have anything I can possibly use?
Antibacterial wipes perhaps?
How's the cold doing?
Like death warmed up actually.
Oh, God.
It's the benefit tonight. I've been looking forward to it for months.
I refuse to be sick. I'm wearing Valentino, for crying out loud.
Right. Well, everybody will be leaving soon to get ready...
so I suggest you go and drop Miranda's Fendi bag off at the showroom...
and then I suppose you can just go home.
Yeah? Oh, well, that is great. Perfect actually.
I need to get to Magnolia Bakery before it closes. It's Nate's birthday tonight.
So we're, uh, having a little party for him.
Yeah, I'm hearing this, and I wanna hear this.
Bye.
I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.
Hello?
Before the benefit tonight, I need to make sure...
that you're both fully prepped on the guest list.
But I thought that only the first assistant went to the benefit.
Only when the first assistant hasn't decided to become...
an incubus of viral plague.
You'll come and help Emily.
That's all.
Right.
These are all of the guests. Miranda invites everyone.
We have to make sure that they all think she knows exactly who they are.
And I've been studying for weeks.
I have to learn all these by tonight?
No, don't be silly, Andrea. These too.
Look, you better just start without me, okay? I'll get there as soon as I can.
Andy, come on, it's his birth-
Okay, but hurry.
Oh, please, believe me, I will. This is the last thing that I wanna-
Ooh, I love that. Uh, I'll call you the second I'm leaving, okay?
- Will that fit me? - Oh, yeah.
A little Crisco and some fishing line, and we're in business.
Well, nothing really. I mean, this is-
I mean, really, this is the social event of the season.
Oh, oh, my God. Andy, you look so chic.
Oh, thanks, Em. You look so thin.
- Do I? - Yeah.
Oh, it's for Paris. I'm on this new diet.
It's very effective. Well, I don't eat anything.
And then when I feel like I'm about to faint, I eat a cube of cheese.
Well, it's definitely working.
I know. I'm just one stomach flu away from my goal weight.
That's John Folger, the new artistic director of the Chelsea Rep.
- John, thanks for coming. - Hey there.
Oh, thank you. It's always nice seeing you.
Stop fidgeting.
I'm sorry. I'm so late.
Just deal with it. You have to be here.
Emily, come here.
Isn't that Jacqueline Follet from French Runway?
Oh, my God, and Miranda hates her.
She was supposed to arrive after Miranda left.
- I didn't- Oh. - Yeah.
Miranda, fabulous event as always.
You brought Jacqueline.
- Surprise. - Quelle surprise.
Oh, wonderful. We're so happy you were able to come to our little gathering.
Of course. I plan my whole year around this.
Well, we're so grateful that you do.
- Ciao. - Have you gotten my note?
Yes, I did. We'll discuss it on Wednesday.
- Yes, I agree. No business tonight. - Not tonight.
Enjoy.
Em.
Oh, thanks. Thanks.
Oh, um- Oh, my God. I just can't remember what his name is.
I just saw his name this morning on the list.
It's- Oh, I know this. It's something to do with-
Wait, he was- he was part of the- Oh, God, I know this. Um-
It's Ambassador Franklin, and that's the woman that he left his wife for, Rebecca.
- Rebecca. Ambassador. - Miranda.
- You look fabulous. - Oh, very kind.
Thank you.
- Look at you. - Hello.
You're-You're a vision.
- Oh. - Thank God I saved your job.
You know, I figured out a few things on my own too.
Turns out, I'm not as nice as you thought.
I hope not.
Well, if it weren't for the stupid boyfriend...
I'd have to whisk you away right here and now.
Do you actually say things like that to people?
Evidently.
Well, I gotta go.
Are you sure? 'Cause my editor for New York Magazine is inside...
and, you know, I could introduce you two.
- You sent over your stuff for me to look at? Remember? - Yeah.
All right, I gotta admit, I only read a couple. It was a very large packet you sent.
- Yeah. - But what I did read wasn't half bad.
And, you know, I think- I think you have a talent, Andy.
He should meet you.
Why don't you come in? Just for one drink.
Um, okay, yeah. I guess I could for one-
No, I can't. I'm sorry, but I have to go.
All right. Give my best to the boyfriend.
Roy, I'm sorry. Can you go any faster?
I'm sure Nate will understand.
Yeah.
Hey.
Happy birthday.
Nate, I'm so sorry.
I kept trying to leave, but there was a lot going on.
And, you know, I didn't have a choice.
Don't worry about it.
I'm gonna go to bed.
Can we at least talk about this?
You look really pretty.
Andrea?
- Do you have the Book? - Oh. Uh-
Mm.
Paris is the most important week of my entire year.
I need the best possible team with me.
That no longer includes Emily.
Wait. You want me to-
No, Miranda.
I...Emily would die.
Her whole life is about Paris.
She hasn't eaten in weeks. I-I can't... do that.
Miranda, I can't.
If you don't go, I'll assume you're not serious about your future...
at Runway or any other publication.
The decision's yours.
That's all.
Hey, Andy.
- Hey. - You coming to bed anytime soon?
Uh, yeah. Five minutes, okay?
Andrea, don't forget to tell Emily.
Do it now.
Don't pick up.
- Don't pick up. Don't pick up. Don't pick- - Hi.
- Emily. - Hi, hi. Sorry I'm late.
It's just Miranda wanted some scarves from Hermès.
And she did tell me yesterday, but I forgot like an idiot.
And so I freaked out, of course.
Emily, Emily, I-I need to talk to you.
I called Martine at home, and she opened the shop early. Whoa! I'm sorry.
She opened the shop early for me, so I got them, which is great.
Okay. Um, Emily, wh-when you come in...
there's something I have to talk to you about.
Well, I hope it's not another Miranda problem.
Not exactly.
Well, good, because I've got so much to deal with before I go. I swear to God-
Oh, my God!
Emily?
I don't care if she was gonna fire you or beat you with a red-hot poker!
You should have said no.
Emily, I didn't have a choice.
- Oh. Please. - You know how she is.
That is a pathetic excuse.
Thanks.
Do you know what really just...
gets me about this whole thing...
is that, you know, you're the one who said you don't really care about this stuff.
And you don't really care about fashion. You just wanna be a journalist.
What a pile of bollocks!
Emily, I know you're mad. I don't blame you.
Face it, you sold your soul the day you put on that first pair of Jimmy Choo's.
I saw it. And you know what really just kills me about this whole thing...
is the clothes that you're gonna get.
I mean, you don't deserve them.
You eat carbs, for Christ's sake.
God, it's so unfair!
- Emily. - Just go.
- Emily, I- - I said go!
- You are going to Paris for the couture shows? - Mm-hmm.
- That's the coolest fashion event of the year. - Mm-hmm.
- I mean, who are you going to see, Galliano? - Yeah.
- And Lagerfeld and Nicholas Ghesquiere. - Yep.
Yes. Okay, now you're scaring me.
- Hey. - Hey.
- This show is amazing. I am so proud of you. - Thank you.
Okay, start with the photos in the back and work your way forward.
That is the way I designed it. It is brilliant.
- You will love it. - Of course.
And you, I have somebody I want you to meet, okay?
Ooh, art and sex. Lead the way.
- See you later. - Okay.
Hey. Hey, Miranda girl.
- Hi. - I was just thinking about you.
Oh, come on.
- It's true. - No.
I'm profiling Gaultier for Interview and, uh, making my Paris plans.
I found myself wondering if, uh, you were gonna be there.
Well, actually, um, I am going.
Great. I'm staying in a fantastic little hotel in the Seventh...
right across the street from the falafel restaurant that will change your life.
I'm sorry. I'll be too busy working.
You'll have to find someone else's life to change.
Well, that's just it.
I'm beginning to wonder if I can.
Lily.
Lily, he's just a guy I know from work.
Yeah, that looked like work.
Look, you're making a big deal out of-
You know, the Andy I know is madly in love with Nate...
is always five minutes early...
and thinks, I don't know, Club Monaco is couture.
For the last 16 years, I've known everything about that Andy.
But this person? This "glamazon" who skulks around in corners...
with some random hot fashion guy?
I don't get her.
- Lily. - Have fun in Paris.
You going to Paris?
Uh, yeah. It just happened.
I thought Paris was a big deal for Emily or-
Great. Now you're gonna give me a hard time too?
Hey, Andy. Andy!
- Andy, what the hell is wrong with you? - I-I didn't have a choice, okay?
- Miranda asked me, and I couldn't say no. - I know.
That's your answer for everything lately, "I didn't have a choice."
Like this job was forced on you.
- Like you don't make these decisions yourself. - Nate, I get it, okay?
You're mad because I work late all the time and because I missed your birthday party.
- And I'm sorry. - Oh, come on. What am I, four?
You-You hate Runway and Miranda.
And you think fashion is stupid. You've made that clear.
Andy, I make port wine reductions all day.
I'm not exactly in the Peace Corps.
You know, I wouldn't care if you were out there pole dancing all night...
as long as you did it with a little integrity.
You used to say this was just a job.
You used to make fun of the Runway girls.
What happened? Now you've become one of them.
That's absurd.
That's okay. That's fine. Just own up to it.
And then we can stop pretending like we have anything in common anymore.
You don't mean that, do you?
No, I do.
Well...
maybe this trip is coming at a good time.
Maybe we should take a break.
Nate?
I'm sorry. Just... one second?
You know, in case you were wondering...
the person whose calls you always take, that's the relationship you're in.
I hope you two are very happy together.
Hello, Miranda.
Pardon. Miranda.
Maestro. Mmm.
How are you? So glad to see you. Thank you for coming.
- You like the collection? - Absolutely. I think it's the best in years.
- This is very important for me. Very, very important. - I'm very happy for you.
- This is my new Emily. - Hello. How do you do?
- I'm good. Pleasure. - Nice to meet you.
You love the show?
Miranda. This way!
Miranda. Nigel. Fashion's great gatekeepers.
Miranda, what is Runway's position on French fashion versus American fashion?
- I've been thinking- - Oh.
- You still owe me for Harry Potter. - Oh, do I?
Of course you do. Are you working tonight?
Oh!
- No, actually Miranda has a dinner. - Great, you're free.
Oh, but there is the problem of le boyfriend.
Wait, don't tell me. The boyfriend non plus?
Je suis très, très desol?
Oh, you're so full of it. You're not desol at all.
No, not even a little. What time should I pick you up?
- Uh- - I'll call you.
Yeah.
Oh.
Oh, there you are.
We need to go over the seating, uh, chart for the luncheon.
Okay. Um, yeah, sure.
I have it right here.
By all means, move at a glacial pace. You know how that thrills me.
Okay.
So...
first of all, we need to move Snoop Dogg to my table.
But your table's full.
Stephen isn't coming.
Oh, Stephen is-
So I don't need to fetch Stephen from the airport tomorrow?
Well, if you speak to him and he decides to rethink the divorce...
then, yes, fetch away.
You're very fetching, so go fetch.
And then when we get back to New York, we need to contact, um...
Leslie to see what she can do to minimize the press...
on all this.
Another divorce...
splashed across page six.
I can just imagine what they're gonna write about me.
The Dragon Lady, career-obsessed.
Snow Queen drives away another Mr. Priestly.
Rupert Murdoch should cut me a check...
for all the papers I sell for him.
Anyway, I don't-
I don't really care what anybody writes about me.
But my- my girls, I just-
It's just so unfair to the girls.
It's just...
another disappointment...
another letdown, another father... figure-
gone.
Anyway, the point is-
The point is-
The point is we really need to figure out where to place Donatella...
because she's barely speaking to anyone.
I'm so sorry, Miranda.
If you want me to cancel your evening, I can.
Don't be ridiculous. Why would we do that?
Um, is-
Is there anything else I can do?
Your job.
That's all.
Hi. I need Miranda's itinerary for tomorrow.
- Okay. Come on in. - All right? Thanks.
- Who put that together for you? - This?
Oh, it's just- it's just something I threw on.
Turn around. Let me see. Turn.
- Mm. Incroyable. - Yeah?
- It's really just- No, it's- No, gorgeous. - Yeah? Okay, good.
Really. I think that my work here is done.
Oh.
We're going to celebrate. I'm going to get some champagne.
Okay. What are we toasting?
We are toasting, my dear, to the dream job.
The one that a million girls wanted.
Which I got months ago.
I'm not talking about you.
Mm-hmm.
- James Holt- - Yeah.
Massimo Corteleoni...
is investing in James's company and taking it global.
- Mm-hmm. - Bags, shoes, fragrances- the works.
And James needs a partner.
And that partner would be me.
- Does Miranda- - No, no, Miranda knows, because-
- Oh. - Oh, she put me up for it. God, no. Can you imagine?
But- But- But you're leaving.
- Mm-hmm. - I can't imagine Runway without you.
I know, I know, but I'm so excited though.
This is the first time in 18 years I'm going to be able to call the shots in my own life.
Oh, my God!
I'm going to be able to come to Paris and actually see Paris.
Well, congratulations.
- Huh? Oh. - Nigel, you deserve it.
You bet your size-six ass.
- Four. - Really?
Cheers.
- Cheers to you. - To us.
Let me see that.
Okay, I just wanna say that yes, there are things Miranda does that I don't agree with, but-
- Come on. You hate her. Just admit it to me. - No.
She's a- She's a notorious sadist...
and not- not in a good way.
Okay, she's tough, but if Miranda were a man...
no one would notice anything about her, except how great she is at her job.
I'm sorry. I can't-
I can't believe this. You're defending her?
Yeah.
The wide-eyed girl peddling her earnest newspaper stories?
You, my friend, are crossing over to the dark side.
I resent that.
You shouldn't. It's sexy.
Sexy?
Really?
Really.
So do you- do you know where we're going?
- 'Cause I'm lost. - Yeah.
Yeah, don't worry. I know this city like the back of my hand.
It's my favorite place in the whole world.
You know, Gertrude Stein once said...
"America is my country, and Paris is my hometown."
It's true.
What do you do?
Do you just write stuff like that down...
and then file it away to use on us girls?
- I'm Christian Thompson. That's my way. - That's your way. Right.
I work freelance. I have a lot of free time on my hands.
You know, I never understood...
why everyone was so crazy about Paris...
but... it is so beautiful.
Mm. I-I can't. I'm sorry.
I can't. You know, Nate and I just split up a couple days ago, and I can't.
Ooh. I've had too much wine.
And my hearing-vision- judgment's impaired.
No, I barely know you. I'm in a strange city.
I... am out of excuses.
Thank God.
Yes.
Oh, shoot.
Bonjour, madame.
Uh, what the hell is this?
What does it look like? It's a mock-up.
Yeah. Of?
Of what American Runway will look like when Jacqueline Follet is the new editor in chief.
Wh-They're replacing Miranda?
Yeah. And she's bringing me in to run all the editorial content.
You're really surprised?
Jacqueline's a lot younger than Miranda. She has a fresher take on things.
Not to mention American Runway's one of the most expensive books in the business.
Jacqueline does the same thing for a lot less money.
And Irv- Irv's a businessman, you know.
Miranda will be devastated. Her whole life is about Runway. He can't do that to her.
It's done. Irv's gonna tell Miranda after the party for James.
And she has no idea?
She's a big girl. She'll be fine.
Shi- I have to go.
Andy.
Andy, it's done.
Baby, it's done.
I'm not your baby.
Allo.
Oh! Oh! Thank God you're there.
Excuse me?
I need to talk to you right away.
It's about Jacqueline Follet.
Shit! Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit!
Yes.
Oh, hello, Mr. Ravitz. I'm so sorry to bother you, but I was wondering-
Have you completely lost your mind?
I need to talk to you.
Do not disturb me again.
But, um, it's just for one- Miranda!
Miranda. Miranda. Wait, I need to talk to you.
Irv is making Jacqueline Follet the editor in chief of Runway.
Christian Thompson told me he's gonna work for her.
Irv is going to tell you today. I thought maybe if I told you, that you could fix it.
Do I smell freesias?
What? No. I-I specifically told them-
If I see freesias anywhere...
I will be very disappointed.
For 72 years, Runway has been more than a magazine.
It has been a beacon of elegance and grace.
Miranda Priestly is the finest possible guardian of that beacon...
setting a standard that inspires people across the globe.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Miranda Priestly.
Thank you, my dear friend.
Bonjour.
Thank you very much for coming today...
to help celebrate our dear friend, James Holt.
But before I talk to you about James...
and his many accomplishments...
I would like first to share some news with you.
Um, as many of you know...
uh, recently Massimo Corteleoni...
has agreed to finance the expansion of the James Holt label...
transforming the work of this visionary artist...
into a global brand, which is really an exciting enterprise.
Runway and James Holt share many things in common...
chief among them, a commitment to excellence.
And so, it should come as no surprise that when the time came...
for James to choose the new president of James Holt International...
he chose from within the Runway family.
And it's my great happiness today...
to announce to you all that that person...
is my friend and longtime esteemed colleague...
Jacqueline Follet.
Thank you. Merci.
And now to the main event...
our celebration of James Holt.
We at Runway are very proud to have been-
When the time is right, she'll pay me back.
You sure about that?
No.
But I hope for the best.
I have to.
You thought I didn't know.
I've known what was happening for quite some time.
It just took me a little while to find a suitable alternative for Jacqueline.
And that James Holt job was so absurdly overpaid...
that, of course, she jumped at it.
So I just had to tell Irv that Jacqueline was unavailable.
The truth is, there is no one that can do what I do...
including her.
Any of the other choices would have found that job impossible...
and the magazine would have suffered.
Especially because of the list.
The list of designers, photographers...
editors, writers, models, all of whom were found by me, nurtured by me...
and have promised me they will follow me...
whenever and if ever I choose to leave Runway.
So he reconsidered.
But I was very, very impressed...
by how intently you tried to warn me.
I never thought I would say this, Andrea...
but I really-
I see a great deal of myself in you.
You can see beyond what people want and what they need...
and you can choose for yourself.
I don't think I'm like that.
I-
I couldn't do what you did to Nigel, Miranda.
I couldn't do something like that.
Mm. You already did.
To Emily.
That's not what I-
No, that was- that was different. I didn't have a choice.
Oh, no, you chose. You chose to get ahead.
You want this life, those choices are necessary.
But what if this isn't what I want?
I mean, what if I don't wanna live the way you live?
Don't be ridiculous, Andrea. Everybody wants this.
Everybody wants to be us.
I have to be at work in 20 minutes.
What's up?
Well, I just-
I wanted to say that you were right about everything.
That...
I turned my back on my friends and my family...
and everything I believed in...
and- and for what?
For shoes and shirts and jackets and belts.
Nate.
I'm sorry.
I-
I flew up to Boston while you were gone.
I interviewed at the Oak Room.
And?
And you're looking at their new sous-chef.
I'm moving up there in a couple weeks.
That's great. Congratulations.
I don't know what I'm gonna do without those late-night grilled cheeses, but-
I'm pretty sure they have bread in Boston.
May even have Jarlsberg.
We might be able to figure something out.
You think?
Yeah.
So, what about you? I mean, what are you gonna do now?
Actually, I, uh- I have a job interview today.
- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.
That's what you're wearing?
Shut up. I like this.
- Andy, Greg Hill. - Hello.
Come on. These clips are excellent.
This thing on the janitors' union, that's exactly what we do here.
Well, my only question is, Runway?
You were there for less than a year.
What the hell kind of a blip is that?
Learned a lot.
In the end though, I kind of screwed it up.
I called over there for a reference, left word with some snooty girl.
Next thing you know, I got a fax from Miranda Priestly herself...
saying that of all the assistants she's ever had...
you were, by far, her biggest disappointment.
And, if I don't hire you, I am an idiot.
You must have done something right.
Miranda Priestly's office.
Hey, Emily, it's Andy. Don't hang up. I have a favor to ask you.
You have a favor to ask of me?
Yeah. The thing is, I have all these clothes from Paris...
and I don't have any place to wear them...
so I was wondering if you could take them off my hands.
Well, I don't know. It's a huge imposition.
And I'll have to get them taken in. I mean, they'll drown me.
But I suppose I could help you out. I will have Roy pick them up this afternoon.
Thanks, Em. I appreciate it. Good luck.
You have some very large shoes to fill.
I hope you know that.
I don't understand why it is so challenging...
to get my car when I ask for it.
Go.