Previously on Lipstick Jungle...
Excuse me. I am so sorry to interrupt.
Megan is one of my most promising grad students
when she gets at least two hours sleep a night.
You know, you are one lucky woman.
You know that, right?
What do you know exactly about this new investor of yours?
I know his checks clear.
How long you gonna be away? Not long.
Not long is still too long.
Then why don't you come with me?
He didn't buy your company.
How do you know?
Because I did.
Sell my company. Just sell Victory Ford.
I will. In time.
Really? 'Cause, I'm thinking 9:00 a.m. Tomorrow morning works for me.
So what brings you to Scotland?
Work. How about you?
A beautiful woman.
In fact, I'm waiting for her now.
Hey! Hey.
Yes, I'm a terrible person. Is that what you want to hear?
I found out you lied to me all this time, cheating on your husband.
So I'm sorry I'm not throwing my arms around you in support.
All right, mother superior, you made your point.
Thank God you're not a mother.
What kind of values would those poor kids be growing up with?
The thing I said to you in the hotel,
maybe you can forget it.
Tell me how.
We should have lunch here more often.
Hmm. Maybe next time you'll even give me
Something to eat.
Mmm... Don't get it.
Okay, come on. I have to.
It's the office.
Stop it. Stop. I cannot take another shower.
I'm pruning.
Hey, Marva, what's up?
Hey, Maybelline wants to move up the call for next year's ad budget,
and Kelly and Chris Parker invited you to their hotel to watch the Knicks game.
Really?
I guess it's a thank you for putting them on the cover.
That's really sweet of them. Do I have to bring the beer and Buffalo wings?
No, they're serving Mexican and I can't read the cocktail du jour,
because the mail boy dribbled it to my desk.
What? The invitation's on a basketball?
Uh-huh.
All right, well, tell them I'll try and stop by.
I mean, Charles might like a party like that, 'cause,
you know, he doesn't like to talk to anybody.
All right, I... I got to go.
You are so bad.
That's just creepy.
Do we have a script for Losing Jack?
It's coming. Can I get a hard date?
The line producer wants to pull the production trigger.
We can't start spending money on a movie when there's no script.
Lorraine Lippman is doing the rewrite.
With what, a quill?
Salvador, she comes with an Oscar, and Meryl Streep requested her.
And I'm guessing she doesn't play bad cop with her favorite writer.
Probably not, but if she does, it's with an impeccable Irish accent.
Taylor's teacher called. He needs to reschedule the conference.
Well, move whatever you have to.
You want to pawn it off on your husband, or is he still out of town?
I don't pawn things off on my husband, I delegate.
This is me delegating. Go do something. All right.
So, you'll shoot our Oscar-winning writer
a kick-in-the-ass email, right?
Email? She's old-school. She doesn't have a computer. What?
Or voice mail. Her agent contacts her through an answering machine or tomtom.
Sounds like you may be paying Meryl's favorite writer a social call.
You make it sound like a mafia hit.
Well, don't break her knuckles, she needs those.
You're gonna call a staff meeting, you give a girl a little notice, am I right?
You don't just call and say, "I'm sending a car."
Mr. Bennett doesn't seem to be all that concerned with the inconveniences of others,
but he is your boss.
Well, I bet he doesn't call these little staff meetings
with the other companies that he owns.
If you would've called me to a staff meeting, I'd be obliged to go, wouldn't I?
It's not the same thing. Joe's just trying to show me that he is in control.
Well, with all due respect, isn't he?
I think by not going you'd be sending the wrong message.
You are a smart and talented businesswoman.
Your only choice is to go and be tough and stick to your guns.
So, in other words, I'm a professional, so act like it.
You kidding? You're a professional professional.
Victory Ford's studio.
He's here.
Miss Ford?
Welcome.
You better wait for me upstairs.
Champagne? Chocolate?
I thought you were sending a car to bring us to a staff meeting.
I assure you, I have every intention of discussing business,
as soon as we get to Milan. What?
The fashion capital of the world.
If you think that I can be won over by chocolate...
I had them flown in from Geneva.
Hazelnut truffles. Those are your favorite, aren't they?
Why can't you just admit that you missed me?
Because, Joe, I already told you, as long as you're my boss,
there's no point in discussing a romantic relationship.
That leaves us in a bit of a pickle, doesn't it?
And pickles and truffles, not sexy.
You know what? Either sell my company,
or call me when you're ready to have a normal meeting in a real office on this continent.
Come on, isn't this better breakup therapy than sitting at home
and watching old movies and having a three-way with Ben & Jerry?
Yeah, but you know who would really enjoy this? Wendy.
Well, come on, she used to play varsity basketball.
At least, I think she did. Let's call her.
Come on, I know that you mean well. It's just...
Ladies, how are you enjoying the game? Hey.
Great. Very, very good. Hey, this is Kelly and Parks.
These beautiful faces are gonna grace the cover of Bonfire.
And this is my very talented friend, Victory Ford.
Oh, we know who you are.
We're big fans.
This is gorgeous.
Oh, thank you.
Hey, look, we're dry. You want to get a drink?
Yeah, go, go, go.
I got to find Charles before he divorces me for talking work at the game,
or just talking at all during a game.
Okay. Bye-bye. Okay, have fun.
Hey.
These people don't even know a game's going on.
Well, and I thought this was one business perk that you would actually enjoy.
I'm sorry.
It's all right. All right, I've given up.
Just catch the highlights when we get home.
Yeah, as soon as we get back from the after-party.
Oh, no, sweetie.
It's gonna be a small group.
No, please. They're gonna be on my cover.
I just spent 20 minutes talking to what's-his-name. Parks.
By the way, is he a verb or is he plural?
Honey, you go to the party, all right?
I'm tired. I'm gonna go home. Okay?
You sure? Mmm-hmm.
You have a good time, all right? Okay. Mmm-hmm.
Okay.
Your stylist did not make you wear macramé.
Parks, am I exaggerating?
She looked like she should be hanging from a ceiling, holding a fern.
We just did not connect. You poor...
Well, I would imagine that there is a dozen stylists who would kill to do you guys.
Are you one of them? Seriously?
I do not joke about critically important matters like my looks.
Will you do us for the cover shoot?
Okay, I know it sounds like she's asking, but she's not.
You don't really have a choice.
Well, I'd be honored.
Great. Plus, that gives us the excuse to hang out together.
Why don't we start with the after-party? Victory can ride with us.
Great. Perfect.
Cheers. Cheers.
This beats the hell out of an after-party, right?
Doesn't it ever stop?
I'm on my way.
What? What happened?
Where are my shoes? Hey.
Nico?
Hey.
Where are my shoes? You gotta help me. Where are my shoes?
What happened? Kirby, just help me find my shoes!
God! Oh, my God. Is it about you?
Damn it! Where's my other shoe?
It's right here.
Hey, you're scaring me. What happened?
Give it to me.
You're freaking me out. Hey, what happened?
Let go of me! I've got to go!
Talk to me! Nico, what happened? Nico?
My husband had a heart attack!
Sal, I'm here. I'll get the script, but I've gotto go.
I've got Taylor on the other line.
Okay, hi, honey. All right, this is the last time.
"On Monday, he ate through one apple.
"On Tuesday, he ate through two pears.
"On Wednesday, he..." Oh. Honey, Momma's gotta go, okay?
Brush your teeth and go to bed.
Please tell me that wasn't a business call.
You must be Lorraine.
Wendy Healy. It is such a pleasure to meet you.
Heels! Interesting choice. Come in.
Thank you.
We're so excited about your script!
I can't wait to read it, especially since we start shooting
two weeks from Monday.
I made my world famous chicken curry.
No, I really... I can't stay. I say "world famous."
Okay, it's hyperbole. Although, Jeremy Irons loves it,
and he happens to be from England, so...
Oh, I really can't stay.
One scoop or two?
One.
I... Wow, I feel so bad that you went to all this trouble.
Trouble? Oh, please. What else have I got to do?
You know, it's funny you should mention that.
We're all very, very anxious to read the script,
and since Hugh Grant starts another film on the heels of this one,
we can't push the date or we lose him. You do understand?
Oh, I get it, but first things first. Red, white or clear?
Clear.
Excuse me? I'm... I'm looking for my husband, Charles. Charles Stern.
Ryan, Stanton, Stern, here. We've left several messages for you.
I know. Doctor, this is Mr. Stern's wife.
I'm Dr. Zisk. Come with me. What?
We tried calling you a few times.
I know. I was... How... How is he?
He's in stable condition. Your husband suffered a heart attack.
Technically speaking, a myocardial infarction due to left ventricular fibrillation.
Well, how bad is it? We don't know yet.
We need to run some tests to determine the extent of the damage
to the heart tissue, if any. I've ordered an EKG, CAT scan and cardiac panel.
We'll know a lot more in the morning. He's right through here.
Come on.
Oh, my God, Charles.
Hey. Hi.
Hey, there you are.
Did you have fun tonight?
How are you feeling, Mr. Stern?
Clearly, he thinks I'm the one losing his hearing,
while some poor, deaf schmuck down the hall is hooked up to a heart monitor.
I keep telling him I'm fine,
but I'm getting the impression that's the wrong answer.
We're just gonna have to borrow him for a couple more hours.
If you want to wait outside, that'd be great.
Okay, I'm right out... I'm just right there, okay? Yeah, okay. Okay, baby.
Okay, one more drink, but then that is it.
Oh, please. The night is still a puppy!
To our new business relationship.
Oh, of all the bosses that I have had recently,
you two are definitely my favorite ones.
Well, thank you. Oh.
Oh. Whoops!
Hang on.
Nico, hi!
What's wrong?
No, no, I'll be right... I'll be right there.
Oh, and that's me and husband number two on location in Nicaragua.
Dull as dishwater, but a great body.
Sandinistas held up production.
I wrote a novel, and he snorted coke off a village girl's ass.
Okay, back to the script. So what have you done with the movie's love story?
Oh, I am so tempted to tell you,
but I think it would be better if you read it for yourself.
Oh, I'll read it tonight.
You're the head of the studio.
I can't exactly get away with keeping it from you, now, can I?
Oh, you have had quite a life. Thank you for sharing it with me.
Just good fortune.
And as my mother used to say, "When Fortune knocks, offer her a chair."
Good night.
Damn it.
What'd you steal?
Can you believe it? I left without the script.
Look, don't worry. I just have one or two more scenes to tweak,
and then it will be perfect.
I would feel a lot better if I had some pages.
You know, I'm a great sounding board, if you want to run something by me.
Okay, I will. Good night.
You have until tomorrow afternoon, but that is it.
Nico...
Okay. Tell me.
They're running some tests.
Okay. Well, he's gonna be okay. He has to be.
I'm not so sure.
Sweetie, I know that things are crazy scary right now...
But we're gonna be on the other side of this pretty soon.
Okay, do you want some coffee or something?
I can go get us something. Hey, hey. Hey.
Um...
I wasn't with him.
Charles. I wasn't with him.
He tried calling me, and the hospital called several times,
and I was with Kirby.
I just kept thinking, what if Charles...
What if Charles hadn't been able to call the ambulance,
and he ended up dying alone, and I was with Kirby.
Okay, stop it.
Don't do that.
Who cares what you didn't do, or could have done, or should've done?
It's what you do now, and from now on, that really matters.
Thank you.
Bottom line, we're ready to go as soon as we have a script,
and we do have a script, right?
On its way. I gave her one more day to finish. It'll be fine. Trust me.
Do we start production or not?
Because the train needs to leave the station by now!
If it doesn't, we lose Hugh Grant, the crew,
a million-dollar tax credit for shooting in Calgary.
I get it. We lose everything. Thank you, Josh.
So what do you think? Do we go for it?
If it were up to me, I would have fired Lorraine Lippman, okay?
Meryl or no Meryl, Oscar or no Oscar.
Haven't you learned? The most talented ones are always the most difficult.
Figuring out how to hold their hand without squeezing too tight, that's our job.
Yes or no, Wendy?
Just so you know, you can't uncrack this egg.
What the hell?
Pull the trigger. Crack the egg. Leave the station.
That means we go.
I'm sorry. I would have gotten these books to you sooner,
but with my friend at the hospital.
Oh, stop. Don't even think about it. We've got plenty of time.
Sorry you have to deal with our photo shoot crap.
Oh, please. I could use the distraction.
So how was the rest of the party last night? Was it fun?
Would've been more fun if you'd been there.
Your new crush was asking after you.
Oh, God, no. It was hardly a crush. Please.
What's the matter, not your type?
I don't know.
I think it would be a lot of pressure dating a Beatle.
This'll just take a minute. Sorry.
I'm with clients right now, so is there something specific you need?
Wow. All business.
Fair enough. What are we doing about boots?
We aren't doing anything.
Hey. Parks, why don't you guys
just go start trying things on back there, and the racks are marked,
and then I'll be in in a minute. Okay.
I read somewhere that boots are gonna be very big this fall.
The guy with the closet full of identical, black suits is now tracking fashion trends.
I'm sorry. I need to get back to my clients.
Love the focus. Who are they?
I don't think it's any of your business.
You're meeting clients. I think I deserve to know.
Joe, you may own my company, but you don't own me.
You're right, but do you think it's fair to be using business hours for your side projects?
I don't know. Why don't you tell me what my hours are?
Better yet, why don't I start punching a time clock?
That can be arranged. Ellen, let's get Victory a time clock.
You know what? Let me do my work, and you go buy a country.
I'm sorry about that. Where did Kelly go?
Out for smokes.
Why do they always cut men's dress trousers for basketball players?
Wish fulfillment. You know, most guys wish they were bigger than they are.
I don't.
So did you always know that you wanted to be a hockey player?
Didn't you always know you wanted to be a fashion designer?
When I was five, I had my mother restitch my baby blanket to match my bedding.
I slept in my bed with my hockey stick until I was 10.
Well, this looks like a 34. Does that sound right?
Mmm...
Perfect. What do you think?
Why would you order chicken stew in a hospital? That's crazy.
There's only two choices for cardiac patients, low-fat stew or cardboard.
Jeez, this bed is hard!
You're so grouchy. I like it. It means you're getting your fight back.
This thing is stuck on a channel that keeps showing a program called Hey Paula.
Should've just let me die.
Don't say that. It's not funny.
Don't go soft on me, Nicky, or I really will think I'm dying.
All right, look, I'm gonna go get you The Times and The New Yorker,
and I'll call Columbia and ask Patti to send over whatever work you need.
There's one nice thing about being here,
getting to be with you, alone, together.
Feels like it's been a while, huh?
Yeah.
All right. I will be back. I promise.
I love you.
Oh, okay, one word, wow.
Or double wow.
God might not have made them, but this dress makes me love them even more.
Oh, honey, you're really worried, aren't you?
You've got to stay positive.
No, you're right. Thank you.
And Nico did say that Charles would probably be able to come home tomorrow,
so I don't even know why I'm so worried.
Because you're a good friend.
I feel like Princess Di.
Oh, thanks, Vic.
I really do value our friendship.
Parks and I both do.
Yeah, he... Yeah, I got that from him.
Uh-oh, did he make a pass at you?
Maybe I just misunderstood.
Well, let me take a different approach, more direct, so there's no confusion.
I know. - Josh!
Before you say a word, please tell me that you are printing out copies
of Lorraine Lippman's script.
Uh, no, sorry. Lorraine Lippman's completely MIA.
What? No one's heard from her?
I've been trying her all day. Her answering machine is full.
It just keeps going, "Please try again. Goodbye."
Oh, great.
She's probably got caller ID
and will not pick up the phone.
That woman does not have caller ID.
I highly doubt she even has running water.
Do you want me to call the police? 'Cause I read about this woman
who had like a terrarium growing on her flesh, 'cause she died,
and no one found her for days and days.
Okay, stop.
Yeah?
Lorraine! It's Wendy Healy.
Oh, I'm glad you called.
Uh, do you think Meryl's character would drive a Honda or, say, a Ford?
I don't know. Look, it probably depends on her income.
No, listen, wait. Where is the script, Lorraine?
Oh, you're right. She'd probably want to be seen in a BMW, thanks.
No, wait. Oh! Josh! Damn!
Oh, my God, it's like trying to get Maddie to finish her English homework.
Oh, please, remind me not to forget to get her a copy of Twelfth Night.
Don't forget to get her a copy of Twelfth Night.
Oh, and Shane was just on the phone.
What? Why didn't you interrupt me? You know I've been trying to reach him.
He doesn't get a signal up there.
Anyways, so he says he's gonna be an extra day.
Wow, you just spread sunshine.
And you're late to meet Victory.
I don't know, I think it may have
put everything into perspective for her.
I know. She feels so guilty, but maybe this is gonna bring them closer together.
God, I hope so. And I do think that I was too hard on her about Kirby.
You think?
Well, he was obviously giving her something in her life that she was missing.
Mmm-hmm. Great sex with a 25-year-old.
Being adored. There's a lot to be said for that.
Oh, keep talking. I may take Kelly and Parks up on their offers.
I'd go from dating a billionaire to dating a couple.
Is that a step up or a step down?
I'd say a step out. You know what they say, "When Fortune knocks, offer her a chair."
What is that code for? Has someone offered you a chair
that I don't know about?
You know me better than that. I've played it way too safe my whole life
to report girl-on-girl action,
except for that mini girl-crush freshman year.
Katya. She was from Prague.
So, this Katya chick was pretty hot, huh? Prague?
Miss Reilly?
Hi. I'm one of Professor Stern's students.
We met a few weeks ago over at the diner.
Oh, right, right.
I was just up at his office,
and Patti was gonna bring his things down, so I volunteered.
Can I see him?
It's, uh, it's family only right now.
We're not gonna lose him, are we?
No, uh, he's doing better.
Oh, thank God. Okay.
Well, what was your name again, so I can give Charles your regards?
It's Megan Albright.
Oh. Good. I'll, um... I'll tell Charles you stopped by.
Please. It was good to see you again.
Yeah, you, too.
Thank you.
"Thanks for everything." It can mean many different things, okay?
Maybe he gave her an extension.
Ba-dum-bum. Funny.
Okay, stop it. That is not what I meant.
She's probably just a student with a harmless crush on her professor.
I was just a student with a harmless crush on my professor,
and I ended up marrying him.
That is true.
Can we just drop it? Look, new topic.
Uh... I hate hospitals?
Oh, me, too. You guys promise me one thing.
If I'm ever incapacitated, one of you will be my plucker.
I'm afraid to ask. Well, you're in a coma, not a lot of grooming happens.
What with trying to save your life and all.
I'm just saying I don't want to wake up looking like Tom Selleck,
so I give you both permission to pluck, bleach, wax, whatever necessary.
Is that like power of attorney?
Yeah, it's power of plucking.
Hey. What?
All right, look. Look, just look.
I saw it. What?
It says, "Miss you." Is he sleeping with this girl?
Maybe I started cheating 'cause he was cheating, and I...
Nico! Nico, stop. Maybe, maybe not.
The real question is, what are you prepared to do about it?
Hey.
No.
No, I think it's supposed to be a secret.
Hello? Oh, hi, I just used the cardkey that you left me.
I hope that's okay.
Sure. Sure, come on in.
We were just talking about you.
Oh, I thought I felt my ears burning.
Just your ears?
Thank you.
You're just playing some dominoes?
I see old guys playing that in the park.
Oh, yeah, well, this is called Mexican Train.
We played it once at Penelope's, but I think we got it all wrong.
I don't think you can get dominoes wrong.
Isn't she sweet?
Like blueberry pie.
So, I think we should probably go over the wardrobe choices for tomorrow.
Sure. You're the boss, after all. Oh!
Hey, we've actually got a favor to ask you.
Mmm-hmm. It's actually more for Kelly than for me.
Hmm.
Okay, sure. Anything.
I was wondering if you'd come down to the shoot with me tomorrow.
I mean, I know you've already done so much, and you're probably really busy,
but... The Bonfire shoot?
Mmm-hmm.
Yes, of course.
Well, before we forget, what does everyone want for breakfast?
You are staying?
Lorraine, it's wonderful. I don't understand what the problem is.
Why haven't you finished writing the last few scenes?
Because I am too old or too tired.
How could you be tired? Or old? You are not old.
And you're not a good enough liar to get away with that.
Don't play poker. And if you do, let me play. I could use the cash.
I don't understand what any of this has to do with the script.
Sweetheart, I am yesterday's news.
There is a very, very good chance
that this is the last thing I will ever be hired to write.
I doubt that.
Face facts. When I type "fade out, the end," I fade out. The end.
I might as well have an expiration date stamped on me,
because that is how I feel.
Let me tell you what I tell my kids
to know the difference between fact and feeling.
You may feel it's over, but the fact is life is short.
Talent is undeniable. You keep putting your talent on the page,
and no one's gonna give a damn who wrote it or how old you are or what you look like.
That's very eloquent, but don't be so naïve.
This is a youth-obsessed business.
There isn't a writer over 40 who isn't scared to death
that a 20-year-old is gonna take his job!
Well, you know what? Not today.
What?
Putting my money where my mouth is.
"Blind script deal. Upon completion of script."
You are very brave, Miss Healy.
Now, you have no excuse. Come on. Let's do this.
I'll type. Oh, you type.
Oh, goodness! I'm sorry. Let me just...
Give me two seconds, okay?
Maddie? Honey. Yeah.
Yes, I know. I know. Okay, look. All right.
Taylor will fall back asleep. Just put some music on and rub his back.
Mrs. Ross is on her way. I'm gonna be late tonight.
Honey, let me.
Mmm...
What are you doing? What?
You're doing it again. You do this every time. You always hog the girl.
Wait. The girl?
You guys have done this before?
Yeah. It's supposed to help with the relationship.
Don't you put this on me!
Look, sweetie, I don't think it's gonna work tonight.
I think maybe you should go.
What? No. Look, if anybody should be going, it's you. Victory, come here.
What?
Uh, no, no, no. Uh, just stop.
As much as I like being fought over, I'm going to go.
Thanks.
Look, I'm sorry. I did not want it to be like this.
Me neither.
Here you go.
Thank you.
Sorry, I wish I had more to offer than old Chinese food.
No, I'm not hungry, really.
Yeah, of course.
This is, um...
This is so, um...
What's going on?
I think Charles might be having an affair.
Okay.
Like, so...
So maybe this is the universe's way of telling you
you don't have to feel guilty anymore.
You know? Kind of giving us a free pass.
If that's still what you want.
I just... I...
I just want my marriage back.
I'm sorry.
Ta-da.
Hi.
I did it!
What? It's done?
And it's good, and I never say that about my work.
Can you come over every time I need to write?
Hell, why don't you just move in? How great would that be, huh?
Have you around all the time?
Get some rest.
Oh, you go home.
I can't. I've got two quick stops to make,
but then I'm turning this into production.
You are amazing.
Back at you.
Thank you.
Hello?
You're sleeping.
Now, I'm awake. What's going on?
I owe you an apology for yesterday.
I was a little...
Petulant? Indignant? Humorless?
Wow, easy, boy.
It's all right. You're still my favorite employee.
I want you back in my life.
I don't want to walk around hurt
and angry and just someone I'm not.
And it doesn't mean that I don't want to discuss raincoats with you,
I do, if you're... If you're open to it.
Can I just come over? Like, now?
Who is it?
Listen, can we talk about this in a couple of hours?
Oh, God, you... You're not alone, are you?
I mean, just... Don't answer that.
I'll call you back, all right?
Yeah! Later or not or whatever.
One sugar.
Thanks.
Are you still wearing the same clothes as yesterday?
You would notice.
I just spent my first all-nighter since college.
You know what? It's a lot easier when you're 20.
Yeah. What isn't?
How's he doing?
He's good.
I brought him breakfast this morning. Fat-free, cholesterol-free...
Flavor-free.
Poor Charles.
I broke it off with Kirby.
Are you okay?
No, not really.
I know it's the right decision in my heart. It's just...
I missed you.
Me, too.
Have you been to bed yet?
No.
God, I'm glad you're here.
Rough night?
Yeah. Yeah, and then no and then...
And then yes again, and then...
God, whatever. I'm hungry.
How about we play hooky today?
That's the best idea I've heard all week.
You just sit. I'll make some breakfast.