So, are still on for tomorrow night?
Yeah, you bring the music, Frankie's bringing the beer.
What are you bringing?
Uh... actually, I was gonna bring Nicole.
Nicole? Your ex.
Who's engaged to another guy.
It's her birthday tomorrow night, and she doesn't have any other friends on the island.
Are you sure this isn't you hoping that she'll realize she's still in love with you?
No. This is what I would do for anybody who was alone on their birthday.
Okay.
But let me give you a little tip, sailor.
Beer and a bonfire isn't gonna cut it with her kind.
Her kind?
Yeah.
I don't even think she likes sand.
Oh, M.J., You don't know Nicole.
Beneath the prada exterior beats the heart of a regular girl.
Yeah?
Can your regular girl do this?
Hey. Why so early?
Hey. I got three weddings and a golf tournament.
So, are you still swimming a mile every day?
I'm up to a mile and a half actually.
That's impressive. Just be careful not to turn all pruny.
So I guess the use of the pool is one of the perks of living in a suite.
Yeah. It's just temporary, though.
- I mean, once Morgan gets here, we're going to look for a place. - Ah.
So, speaking of turning all pruny, it's your birthday tomorrow.
You don't forget anything, do you?
Some of us are having a bonfire on the beach. Come, you know?
I'll help you blow out your candles, 'cause you know there's gonna be a lot of them.
I was planning to ignore it.
Oh, come on. Everybody's gonna be there.
- Who's everybody? - M.J., Frankie, Gabriel...
Look, I get what you're trying to do, and it's really sweet, but those guys aren't interested in hanging out with me.
Well, how else are they gonna get to know you?
I'll see you at the staff meeting, okay?
Take the vuittons up to the suite, but leave the birkin with me.
I'm going straight to the beach.
Eva?
Oh! Nicolicious!
Oh my god. What are you doing here?!
Oh, hello? What's tomorrow?
I haven't missed one of your birthdays in, like, a decade.
Oh, yeah, that Nicole-- she's a regular girl, all right.
- That who I think it is? - Yeah, that's Eva Latisse, the "celeb deb."
Oh, hey, you know what would be great?
An umbrella drink. Anything with rum. Awesome.
Thanks.
- Thanks, M.J.. - No problem.
You really came all this way for my birthday?
Anything for you girl, and since you left the party, I brought the party to you. Hmm?
- What? - Okay, weary travelers, you can come in now!
No way. No way!
Hey, birthday girl!
- You are so skinny, I hate you. - Shut up. Come here.
Oh, my god.
Eva, how did you pull this off?
I borrowed daddy's plane.
- Oh, thank you, sweetheart. You're the best. - No, you.
Heard she makes Paris Hilton look like a girl scout.
Hello, Eva.
Oh, you remember Jason. From Maui.
How could I forget? The cabana boy.
Actually, he was a concierge, but, um, now he's the general manager here at The Grand Waimea.
Upwardly mobile. I like that.
This is carter.
And Christy. And everybody.
- Well, hello, everybody. - Can you believe they all came to surprise me for my birthday?
Everyone should have such good friends.
- Oh, that's sweet. - Yeah.
Please have some drinks, compliments of the hotel, and I'm gonna try to find everybody a room.
Oh, hey, if you're overbooked, I can always bunk in with you.
That's an offer.
- He's still got a nice ass. - Oh.
Now I know why you came back to Hawaii.
What are you talking about? I had no idea he even worked here.
Oh, of all the hotels in all the world, you just happened to walk into his.
We're just friends now.
Mm-hmm.
Well, you were pretty nuts about him.
No one last fling before the drop-dead?
I don't think my fiancé would approve.
I invited him, you know. He was busy with meetings.
He said he'd make it up to you.
I see Harry Winston in your future.
- So, you're really done with Jason? - Yeah. It's been over for a long time.
Well, if you don't want him, can I have him?
Saison 1 : Episode 3 Surprise Party
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Eva Latisse wants to throw one of her famous blow-outs at my hotel,
and you suggest giving the business away to a competitor?
Remind me again why I hired you.
Vincent, you know, our facilities are maxed. We've got three weddings, we have...
you know, the golf tournament's here, the kentor retreat.
What's this really about?
Look, don't get me wrong. I love my friends.
Especially Eva, all right? And she loves me.
But sometimes her way of expressing it can be a little over the top.
And you're embarrassed.
I just want the staff here to like me and to take me seriously.
And I want you to take me seriously.
And you don't think I'll be able to do that if you're
hanging from a chandelier in a ball gown with Eva Latisse?
- Something like that. - I respect the way you feel, Nicole.
But one of the reasons I brought you here, is because you grew up breathing the same rarified air as a lot of our clientele.
I expect you to know how to keep them happy.
Fine.
But do I have to throw my own party?
You're right. I'll get someone else.
I've got a lot on my plate right now, Vincent. Maybe we should job in an event coordinator.
I don't want to farm this out.
These people specialize in disposable income.
I want it disposed of here.
And I get that, but I'm supposed to be working with Nicole, and not for her.
I'm sorry if this is awkward for you, Jason, but I don't have anybody else I can trust to pull this off in less than 24 hours.
Well, then, I guess I'm your man.
- You can just keep 'em coming, okay, doll? - Sure thing.
- What about you, nic? A little eye-opener? - Oh, um...
Maybe just a pineapple juice?
Yes ma'am, no problem. Right away.
That one's got a little 'tude.
Yeah, I don't think she likes me very much.
Who cares what the help thinks?
- The heiress wants a glass of pineapple juice. - She stopped drinking?
No, the other heiress.
Frankie?
Hello?
Hey, come on, before Nicole has me fired.
Sorry. I was just wondering how Eva keeps that rockin' little body pounding mai tais for breakfast.
Easy. Finger sandwiches for lunch.
hey, let's go to the spa, just the two of us, talk about boys.
God, I would love to.
I got to go back to work, though.
Hey, your job is guest relations. And I'm a guest, so keep relating.
Who's up for nude volleyball?!
Let's go!
You go girl!
Oh.
I forgot how much fun Carter is.
You forgot a lot of things, sweetie.
But it's okay.
Mama's here.
Of course, Mr. O'shea. I'll have it delivered to your suite right away.
The Dolphin Cay at eight o'clock.
I have you confirmed on the lanai. And remember to tell them Tessa sent you.
Dolphin cay-- that's a tough table. I'm impressed.
- Morning, mr. Colville. - Please, it's Vincent.
Okay, Vincent.
Sounds like you have this island wired already.
Well, it's a pretty big rock.
Well, I'm pretty sure you'll cut it down to size.
Keep up the good work.
Thank you, Vincent.
Can I help you?
Oh, this is a little embarrassing, but I couldn't help noticing that man you were talking to.
He's very... sexy.
Do you know if he's here alone?
Not exactly.
He owns the hotel.
Really?
Vincent, as your attorney I have to ask... why in the world would you hire Nicole Booth?
David, you broke my concentration.
I'm taking a mulligan.
About the only guy in the world I know who'd take a mully when your, uh, four feet from the cup.
- I own the course. - Yeah.
Look, ever since we got four michelin stars, every luxury hotel chain in the country has been trying to add us to their portfolio.
Walter Booth is the worst of them.
I don't discriminate on the basis of race, creed, or having a rat bag father.
How do you know she's not going to go rifling through your drawers for dirt?
And we both know, there's dirt.
I better ask that lifeguard where it's safe to swim.
Sweetie, you're fishing with the wrong bait.
Carter, let me break this to you gently.
Despite your overactive fantasy life, not every beautiful boy in the world plays for your team.
Yeah? Well, no straight guy spends that much time on his abs.
It's a universal truth.
Care to put your money where your mouth is?
Hi.
So...
What do you do for fun around here?
I mean, when you're not giving mouth-to-mouth.
I surf mostly.
What about when you want to get your swerve on?
You do the circuit?
Can't really afford a gym membership.
Wow.
You do that well.
What?
The whistle.
Hey, uh, look, man, I don't-I don't really, uh...
go there, you know.
Dude, I don't know what you're talking about.
Ah... poor Carter and his wounded gay pride.
- The closet is such a lonely place for a young boy. - Oh, please. I've got this bet won.
Not unless you can close the deal, darling.
Sorry about this.
Oh, no need to apologize. I've always wanted to be your personal party planner.
Jason, I didn't even want a party.
That's right, 'cause I remember the year we were together, you had like six parties.
Mardi gras was shorter.
Well, I'm not that girl anymore.
No, the new you would prefer something a lot more low key, like a bonfire on a beach, say.
They just showed up, okay?
Let me ask you something, Nicole.
Was it that you didn't think my friends wanted to hang out with you on your birthday, or was it they didn't make the guest list?
Hey, Eva, it's Jason Matthews. Are you decent?
No, but don't let that stop you.
Eva, Jason's going to be handling the party from now on.
I'll take care of all the details, but I just thought maybe you had something specific in mind.
We need a theme.
I was thinking "clash of the islands : Manhattan invades Maui."
Eva, this is Oahu.
Potato, potahto.
I think Jason gets the idea.
Uh, I have my marching orders, so, ladies, if you'll excuse me.
What the hell was that?
What? You said you were over him.
Well, I am, but...
I thought you were kidding about hooking up with him.
I didn't get all jealous when you started dating Morgan.
That was different.
You got drunk and made out with him at a frat party.
- So? - So you two were never serious.
Like you and Jason.
Oh, honey, you still love him.
No, I don't.
I love Morgan.
But the thought of you and Jason together, it just....
makes you feel kinda icky?
I love you.
I'm really glad that you came to see me for my birthday.
I wouldn't miss it for all the cabana boys in the world.
Vincent. You got a minute?
Sure, what can I do for you?
I've got this guest, a very attractive woman, she's asked me to arrange a private dinner in her bungalow.
Well, you're already scoring tables at the dolphin cay, I don't think that should be a problem for you.
Like my grandpa used to say, "the devil is in the details."
What's she asking for?
Two rib-eyes, medium rare, a bottle of '82 lynch-bages, and you.
I know it's not exactly part of the job description for me to be pimping for the boss.
Sorry. Poor choice of words. I really need to work on that.
Anyway, I know it's your policy to please the guests, so I thought you'd want me to at least bring it to your attention.
Tell the lady it'll be my pleasure.
Wow.
You really do go all out for your guests.
You don't waste time.
The front desk, uh, said you asked for me. What can I do for you?
There's a creature in my room.
It's disgusting.
It's a chameleon.
How'd it get in here, we're six floors up?
Well, it's got these little grabbers.
Do they bite?
Hm. It's more like a nibble.
Nibbling's good. I like nibbling.
I, uh...
I got to get back to work.
I've- I've got a very important party to throw for a very important guest.
It's okay.
I got permission.
- Permission? - From Nicole.
Permission from Nicole.
Well, hey, if it doesn't bother Nicole, and the lizard doesn't mind...
Hey.
There was, like, a, um, a lizard in her room.
I bet.
This is the spot. Supposed to be very native.
What a dive!
I love it.
Is no place sacred?
I'm getting a drink.
There's our boy.
I hope you brought your wallet.
- Hey, anybody sitting here? - No. Go ahead.
I'm Christy. I think you met my friend, carter.
Hey, uh, this is Frankie.
Howzit?
"Howzit?"
Is that like the local patois? Hey, can you teach me more?
Please ignore my culturally challenged friend.
Carter tells me you're a surfer.
Yeah, gabe's turning pro.
Wow.
I wish someone would teach me to surf.
I'm off tomorrow if you're really interested.
Oh, hey, I want to learn how to surf, too.
What time do we start waxing our boards?
Hey, you made it.
Yeah. Yeah, I got your message about the bonfire.
Are we making s'mores?
So it's not too weird?
Asking you to hang out two nights in a row?
No. No, it's great actually.
Oh, hi.
- Hi. - Do you guys make mojitos?
- Excuse me? - 'Cause we could use, like, five pitchers of mojitos at that table over there.
I don't work here.
Aren't you a waitress?
Yeah, at the hotel.
Oh, I'm sorry. I thought...
What? That I just follow you around awaiting your instructions?
Okay.
Sensitive.
Mr. Colville.
You really shouldn't have gone to all this trouble.
It's good to see you, Maya.
Hey.
Mm. Hey, you missed all the fun.
The simple life cleared out, like, an hour ago.
They kidnapped gabe.
Uh-oh.
Something about going to a club and "getting their swerve on."
Must be rich person code for "slumming with the help."
Speaking of "help," I am going to need you two to help work Nicole's birthday party tomorrow night.
What about the bonfire?
I'm sorry. I know.
Vincent told me to grant Eva's every request, and...
apparently you guys made a pretty good impression on her because she specifically asked for the "hottie with the dreads" and the "sassy blond."
She did not call me "sassy."
Sassy's good. I like sassy.
Okay, just so we're clear, this morning you asked Nicole to celebrate her birthday with us.
And now, you're ordering us to work her party?
Yes, and don't think that I don't see the irony in it.
I am the last person that wants to be working Nicole's birthday party.
So, uh, back when you two were dating, did Nicole used to ask you to pickup her dry cleaning and walk her little poodle, too?
Hey, go get me a beer.
- You asleep? - Mm... no.
Just listening to you breathe.
It's nice to know I still have my membership privileges.
- It's a very exclusive club. - Mm. You gonna let that Tessa girl join?
Excuse me?
It wouldn't be the first time you took on a promising young protégée.
you really rattled her with that "mystery woman" routine.
Aw, something tells me that one doesn't get rattled too easy...
so my only other rival is still the ravishing mrs. Colville.
She isn't going anywhere.
Well, she is 200 acres of oceanfront real estate and assorted buildings.
you're the one who won't go anywhere, Vincent.
I know where I belong. That's all.
What if...
what if I said I'm not leaving this time?
I'd say you were kidding yourself.
Where'd you fly in from, anyway?
Jakarta.
I'm designing a $100 million office complex for indonesia trust.
I really think it's some of my best work.
And you'd leave all of that for a life of sand and surf and listening to me breathe?
I just...
I just wish we had more time.
Then let's not waste any more time talking.
Isn't it a little bit early for this?
The waves won't wait for your hangover to go away.
Oh... Come on, carter, show him what kind of man you are.
Oh, honey, you know what kind of man I am.
All right, this is what you want to do.
You want to go straight to your feet, okay, not your knees, and then you want to keep your center of gravity low.
You mean my ass?
Sure. Whatever. Just, uh... keep it low.
- Okay, here we go. - All right.
Ready? All right, start to paddle.
What time is the bar open?
I'm so glad that you enjoyed your stay, mrs. Lovett.
If you'd like to reserve next year's vacation now, I can arange for a preferred guest upgrade.
I'm very sorry. If you'll excuse me for one minute.
Rebecca, could you take care of mrs. Lovett, please?
Eva!
You can't drive with that.
Mm, true.
Come on, Eva.
I'm fine. Go play hotel.
You know what? Could you please help me?
M.J.!
- Are you okay? - Oh, yeah.
Oops.
- How's Eva? - Well, she's sleeping it off.
Look, I'm so sorry about M.J. Are you sure she's all right?
You know, considering your friend almost turned her to roadkill, yeah.
Eva's offered to pay for the damage.
That is magnanimous of her. Vincent, I think that we need to consider canceling the party.
What, first her and now you?
What is this, some kind of alternate universe where I'm in the "turning down money" business?
This is an Eva Latisse party. She's notorious for being wild.
The press is going to be covering it.
If anything goes wrong, it could reflect poorly on The Grand Waimea.
Jason's right.
No.
Once the rest of the jet set read that Eva Latisse blew off some steam at The Grand Waimea,
they're going to want to do the same.
Just make sure Eva doesn't get out of control tonight.
That's great. Now I'm on Eva patrol.
I didn't hear you complaining when you were coming out of her suite.
Hey, isn't that what "cabana boys" do? Service the rich ladies?
That was Eva talking, not me.
Well, I'm sorry, I get you two mixed up.
Jason...
no, hey, I'm flattered that our time together was so meaningful that you'd actually recommend me to a friend.
What are you talking about?
She said you gave her the green light.
- She told you that? - Yeah, yeah. You know, the thing about Eva?
As messed up as she is, at least she doesn't pretend to be somebody that she's not.
Hey.
Not that I care who you sleep with, but for the record, I didn't give anybody the "green light".
- Whoo! - Whoo!
- That was incredible. - Don't I know it? You're a natural.
I could get used to this.
Yeah. Gets under your skin.
Well, maybe I'll stay for a few months.
I saw some fantastic houses for rent when I drove through diamond head.
You could do that? Just rent a house?
Maybe I'll buy one.
Don't you have, like, a job to go back to, or...
a boyfriend?
Hey, I'm going to this huge party tonight.
Want to come?
Hey, Frankie, one of your famous protein smoothies and an iced tea with lemon and for the lady.
So, it's going good.
You know, I...
I'm really digging her, and not just 'cause she's smoking, either.
No, seriously, she's like this...
free spirit, and she's talking about chucking everything and staying.
I'ut it on her tab.
I got it.
You working stiff. She rich guest.
I can afford an iced tea, Frankie.
You know that chick's a party girl, right?
Are you saying that like it's a bad thing?
Room service.
No, I didn't order any...
scrambled eggs, extra greasy.
And bacon?
Like, half a pig.
Oh, nobody knows how to a cure a pounder like you.
Oh...
- Eva? - Hmm?
You need help.
That's what I have you for.
No, I mean, like, rehab help.
Yeah.
Hey, perfect, hmm?
All our friends are here. Why don't we call 'em up? We can have an intervention.
I'm serious, Eva.
You're out of control.
Look at you. You drink all day. You jump my ex-boyfriend. You almost killed M.J.
Is that what this is about? Jason?
No, that's not what this is about,
but, you know, while we're on the subject, I thought that we agreed that he was hands-off.
Well, then, you'll be happy to know that I didn't jump him.
Okay, I did.
He's an incredible kisser. I can see why you were so into him.
I don't need all the details...
yeah, you do, because we were just about to get busy, and he suddenly stops and says,
"you know what? I'm not anybody's cabana boy," and just walks out.
I couldn't uncurl my toes for, like, an hour.
If you ask me, he's still in love with you.
You know.
We were talking about rehab.
Right, rehab.
Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm, like, 12 steps ahead of you.
That was a joke.
Ha.
There's this place in new canaan.
I'm checking in next week.
Why didn't you tell me?
Well, you've been kind of busy lately with your job and your fiancé.
You went and grew up on me, Nicolicious.
But I'm still me.
And I'm still here for you.
- You mean that? - Yeah.
Because if I'm going to do this, then I need tonight to be like... like the old days, you know, Nikki and Eva.
One last rager for the glam goddesses of gotham.
Oh, god, I don't know if that's a good idea.
Please, nikki?
For me, please?
whoo!
Thank you for there.
Uh-uh, no, thank you.
Those two girls together? Brah, that is just unfair.
Yeah, you're telling me.
Gabriel, my man, you clean up nice.
Who knew they sold varvatos in Honolulu?
This is better than Ibiza!
- Have you seen Eva? We got separated. - Aw, that girl can take care of herself. You're mine now.
What are you doing?
You look great in that suit, but I'm guessing you look even better out of it.
I'll be right back.
Hey, hey, if you find Eva, tell her I'm jonesing for a bump!
Oh, hey.
You want a toot?
You shouldn't be in here.
You gonna tell on me?
Excuse me, miss?
Are you a waitress again 'cause I could use a refill.
I think you've had enough.
Wait, hey!
Get your hands off me.
Hey, don't walk away from me.
M.J.!
I want this bitch fired, now!
Miss Latisse, are you okay? What happened?
This waitress person punched me in the face.
M.J., Is this true?
I saw the whole thing.
I'm sorry, Vincent. It was really nice working for you.
M.J., Wait.
The truth is that Eva's very drunk.
She tripped and fell, and M.J. was just trying to help her up.
Nicole!
I'm sorry, Eva, but I'm just not gonna cover for you anymore.
I don't believe this.
Come on, Eva, the party's still going, and we haven't danced once.
You know, this is going to be a very cute shiner.
Too bad you're not available.
I don't know what really happend here, M.J., but you have Nicole to thank for your job.
Maybe you should take the rest of the night off.
Good night.
And we have a winner!
Hey, guess what?
What?
Piertaking us all to his villa in positano, and I guess I'm paying for your ticket.
- Cha-ching! - Cha-ching.
You mind telling me what's going on here?
You just won me a plane ticket.
Doesn't mean it wasn't hot.
You might want to get that suit pressed.
Sorry I'm so late.
Small problem with a guest.
Maya?
She got called back to Jakarta.
Work emergency.
She asked me to tell you how sorry she was and to remind you to renew her membership for next year.
What did she mean by that?
Leget something straight, Tessa.
I don't like my employees pocking into my personal life.
Then you're not going to be happy about this.
I had mind checked out.
You did what?
A woman like that, asking a lot of questions about my rich, powerful boss.
I started thinking, maybe she's a gold digger.
So you were just looking out for me?
I found out she used to work here, and apparently, you two were quite an item.
Why did it end?
Sorry, I'm crossing the line.
Hold on, Tessa.
The Grand Waimea is its own little world.
Maya decided it wasn't big enough for her.
So she marries a billionaire industrial who flies her around the globe to do interiorigning on his buildings.
He gives her what I can't.
Apparently not everything.
It's funny though.
What's that?
If it were me, I never would've left.
Good night, boss.
Hey.
I'm sorry I lied, but M.J. Was gonna lose her job.
That's okay. I'm over it.
It's kind of sexy.
Signorina ciao, piero.
Did they tell you?
We're going to spend the month at piero's villa in positano.
Why do you join us bella?
You know what? Can you just excuse us for a minute, please?
- Eva. - Hmm?
What about new canaan?
Oh, Connecticut is so boring.
Where are you going?
I love you, Eva.
If need me give me a call, okay?
No. Come with us to Positano you don't belong here.
You're right, I don't.
Nikki, wait!
I Warned you, man.
You try to fit it in where you don't belong, you end up getting burned.
Of course, I did hook up with an incredibly hot chick.
Here, here.
- Mm-hmm. - Here, here.
Right.
And I get to keep the suit.
It's a nice suit at that.
At least you got something.
Hey.
Hey, you want a beer?
Sure.
By the way...
..happy birthday.
Thanx.
God, I love sand.