(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)
Guys, I swear, I did not ask for special treatment.
So you didn't mention anything to Daniel?
Well, I mean, I gave him an update,
but I didn't ask for the article!
- Liar! - Get the liar who spreads the lies!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(YELPS)
Go for her fleshy middle!
Sorry, Betty. I'll just aim for a cankle.
(PANTING)
I'll aim for the heart. It'll only hurt for the rest of your life.
(PANTING)
(YELPING)
I surrender!
(SCREAMS)
(ALL LAUGHING)
Oh!
Well, boys and girls, looks like we caught ourselves a meaty one.
We're gonna eat good tonight.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Who's in the mood for some carnitas?
Betty, it did not happen like that at all.
Okay, maybe I'm over-exaggerating a little, but my glasses did break! Look!
HILDA: Then maybe you'll finally get some new ones.
What's wrong with these? I've been wearing them since high school.
I love these glasses.
All I'm saying is I feel like I'm under attack at work.
It's like Matt, Marc, Megan, anyone whose name starts with a "muh!"
It sounds like Daniel's looking out for you.
Yeah, and his name starts with a "duh."
It feels like things have gotten worse since Daniel got back.
I mean, I was finally starting to fit in.
I know his heart was in the right place, but he just came and screwed it all up.
IGNACIO: Look at it this way.
A few days ago, you were worried you had no allies and no assignments.
Now that Daniel's back, you have both.
Papi, you are missing the point.
No, no, no. You need to tell Daniel to back that truck up,
that you can take care of yourself. Hello.
Well, he just lost his wife. I mean, that's a little harsh, no?
Okay, well, then you can kiss fitting in at your new job goodbye.
AMANDA: So, I was at The Gates last night,
and that dad from Jon & Kate Plus 8 was there.
I think his name's Ben.
Anyway, he was totally hitting on me, of course.
And PS, "Plus eight"? More like, "Plus four."
(MOUTHING) Hi!
Um, Blondré the Giant is over there. I think she wants to talk to you.
I choose to ignore the elderly.
OMG, The Gates? I was there last night, too!
Did you see Ben from Jon & Kate Plus 8?
Oh, so sad.
Old and crazy.
(EXAGGERATED WHISPER) Don't worry! Lt'll all be over soon!
Ooh, he's hot.
By the way, Serge, that bouncer? A little handsy.
(CHUCKLES)
- I know. - I kind of liked it.
- (GASPS) Me, too! - Mmm-hmm.
Hey.
Old people usually frighten me,
because they remind me of death and all...
- Mmm-hmm. ...but I like you.
- You're like a giant, knobby shade tree. - Thanks.
Anyway, can you tell me where Daniel Meade's office is?
- I'm supposed to be his temp. - I can do you one better.
I can take you to the Closet where we can steal clothes.
Oh, my God, I worship you.
(LAUGHS)
DANIEL: Damn it!
Damn it!
Oh!
Betty, hey!
How's my favorite associate editor this morning?
Um, better than your stapler.
And you know, Daniel, there are a lot of really great editors around here.
You probably shouldn't have any favorites.
You're right. You are right.
- So, about your meeting yesterday... - Yeah, wasn't that great?
I am so stoked to be back. It just feels good to be involved again,
you know, helping out, helping you.
Yeah. Yay. Helping me.
So, ready for your big pitch meeting?
I'm sure you're going to knock it out of the park.
Oh, look at that. We are going to be late. Come on.
Um...
We?
Wait, Daniel! You don't usually go to department pitch meetings.
Well, I've been known to make an appearance.
Besides, I can't miss your first one, can I?
(SIGHS)
I really appreciate you wanting to help me. It's just...
I don't want to get a reputation, you know, for being Daniel's girl.
Now, wait, who the hell
- is calling you Daniel's girl? - No!
No, no one. I just want to keep it that way.
You know, people around here can be rough.
Yeah, I get it. I mean,
back when my father, sister and mother all worked here,
I used to worry that people thought I got preferential treatment, too.
Yeah. Yeah, right, it's... That's exactly it.
All right, then. I'll keep my distance. Good luck in there.
Oh!
MEGAN: Oh.
Get them.
Glittered cleavage, really, Marissa?
I thought you were better than that.
No, I didn't. Go. I can't even look at you.
Well, I think we can all agree that the beauty department
really crapped the sheets.
Features, I hope you can do better.
Well, Betty is our newest editor. I'm sure she's dying to pitch.
Okay. So, I've been doing research on an amazing woman
- who does very intricate insect jewelry. - Oh, stop.
Elle did a piece on dragonfly brooches last year.
Oh. Uh...
Is someone not doing their homework?
People, I want you to think outside the box! Be bolder!
Preferably an original idea, if that's not too much to ask.
Now, Betty, for the first time in my life, I want bigger from you.
What do you have?
You want to hear another idea,
which is okay, because I have a whole bunch of them. Um...
BETTY: Okay, okay, I have to say something. So what? Um...
Mosquito-netting, malaria. No, don't say malaria.
Wilhelmina hates malaria. Now I can't get it out of my head.
Malaria, malaria, malaria, malaria.
- Betty, we're waiting. - Sorry, I just have to organize my notes.
Oops.
Don't say malaria. Don't say malaria. Don't say...
Malaria!
- Oh, dear God. - No, wait.
See, the United Nations has this program
where they promote bed-netting
to stop the spreading of malaria in Third World countries.
It's called Nothing But Nets. It's very clever, right?
- You're not gonna stop, are you? - What if we got a big designer
to make a series of dresses out of the bed-netting material,
and the UN will let people shoot there
if they promote awareness of one of their initiatives?
- Okay. - It's a win-win, really.
See, we look great. We're promoting a great cause.
It's only $ 10 to buy a net and save a life.
- I mean, that... - I said okay.
Don't make me take it back
because the sound of your voice is annoying me.
Sorry.
(SIGHS)
All right, I'm done with you.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Push all my afternoon meetings to next week. I am going home.
And I'm getting a pedicure.
- Oh. - Ow!
And a manicure.
Miss Slater? My name is Oskar Castelar.
I'm investigating the disappearance of Jonathan Vieja.
I believe he's dating your daughter. Or he was, before he disappeared.
I'm sorry, Mr. Castelar. Did you say you're with the police?
No, I'm a private investigator.
Jonathan's family in Madrid hired me to find him.
- Well, why didn't they call the police? - They did,
but the American police think he's no longer on US soil.
His family suspects otherwise. That's where I come in.
Well, where do I come in?
I'd love to get a chance to ask your daughter some questions
about when she last saw Jonathan.
I'm not sure we can be of any help.
She hasn't seen that boy in quite a while.
You'd be surprised, Miss Slater.
Sometimes the smallest detail can blow a case wide open.
So, how about tomorrow?
(SIGHS)
Hey there.
I said, "Hey there!"
(CLEARS THROAT)
So what, you're not talking to me now?
What gave it away, the not talking part?
- Hey! - I can't believe
you told Marc not to talk to me!
You're mad at me about that? I should be mad at you! You lied to me!
Why didn't you tell me that somebody at school was picking on you?
- He told you? - It was an accident.
But why do I have to hear from somebody else
what is going on with you?
Justin, don't walk away from me! Justin!
Sweetie, look, you... I know how hard high school is.
Do you think it was easy being pregnant and going to classes?
Well, skipping classes, but everybody telling me
- I was getting fat... - So what?
Do you think that has anything to do with what I'm going through?
I'm just saying you can talk to me. I understand.
(SCOFFS)
You don't understand me at all.
(SIGHS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Besides, you hate mosquitoes, we hate mosquitoes, everybody wins,
except the mosquitoes.
(CHUCKLES)
Yes, I'll hold.
Wow, looks like you're going to make that UN thing happen.
I'm trying. What are you doing?
You still have some office decor violations. I thought I'd help out.
Don't want you to get written up.
I can take care of it.
Yes, hi!
Really? Well, that's... That's amazing news! Um...
Yes, we were thinking sometime next week?
Tomorrow?
Hi, Matt! Are you busy?
Look, I know we're not exactly on the best terms,
given that you hate me and all,
but I have an eensy-weensy little problem with the UN shoot.
It has to happen tomorrow.
- Are you serious? - Yes.
It's the only day they can give us one of the council rooms.
I've already called about getting international models,
and I spoke to Roberto DiPaolo.
He agreed to design the dresses, even with the tight turnaround.
Great. So he thought he was signing up for something long-term
and ended up with something short-term. I can relate.
Not one of your best slams, but okay.
- Are we done here? - No.
Look, if this is gonna happen by tomorrow,
then I need the help of the entire department.
So, you want me...
Matt, please don't make this about you and me.
This is about what's best for the magazine.
You know what? You're right.
So, Betty needs you to drop everything you are working on
to help her with what she is working on.
As usual, everything is about what Betty wants.
Thank you for that, Matt.
I like to think of this as a team effort. And there is no "l" in team.
Unless you spell it T-E-l-M.
(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)
Anyway, you all know the basic concept, malaria, mosquitoes.
But we're at a fashion magazine, right? So, still happy.
There's a lot of work to be done before tomorrow, so expect to be here late.
But the good news is, coffee's on me!
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Betty Suarez.
Yeah, is this Daniel Meade's assistant?
Nope. Not anymore, actually. Now...
Whatever, what's wrong? Is everything okay? Who is this?
Building security. I think we may have a situation with Mr. Meade.
(GRUNTING)
Dumb place.
DANIEL: Betty, I know. It's just...
Tahiti was where Molly and I were supposed to go on our honeymoon.
And I just... I have to see that stupid ad everywhere in this city.
I just... There it was, right in front of Mode. I just... I lost it!
Well, you are surrounded by things that remind you of Molly.
No, I know, Betty! I know! God, how could I have been so...
(GRUNTS)
Okay. Um... Let's maybe not hit things anymore.
Look, we can find you another place to stay.
No, I don't need another place to stay.
Look, I'm sorry you had to bring me home. I apologize.
I hadn't seen my temp all day, okay?
Daniel, I'm happy to help.
- Is there anything else I can do? - No, nothing. Everything's fine.
- Besides, you need to go to work. - Yeah.
Well, you probably shouldn't be alone. Um...
- I could call your mom. - No. Look, she just worries, okay?
Go. I'm going to be fine.
Daniel, you're crying.
No, it's these stupid allergies, I just... Damn it!
- Daniel! - Son of a bitch!
(SIGHS)
I haven't been sleeping.
At all.
- I'm just a little on edge. - Yeah, I know.
It's just...
I'm used to being in the room with someone.
And without that, it's pretty quiet.
Just give me one second.
Betty? Betty, where are you?
I've got a roomful of people here waiting for you to go over your concept.
- I'm going to be a little late. - What? What?
- Something came up with Daniel. - Oh, what a shock.
You're bailing on something that I thought was important to you.
- For Daniel. Of course. - I'm not bailing. It's just...
His wife died,
and he's not doing so well, and I don't think he should be alone.
So I'm just going to work from here and I'll get there as soon as I can.
- Betty, this is your concept meeting. - Yeah, Betty, thanks a bunch!
Well, can you just run it? I mean, you know what the concept is.
Fine. I guess your new job just can't compete with your old one.
Good news! I can stay a little longer.
- Oh, Betty, I can't ask you... - You don't have to ask.
(POP MUSIC PLAYING)
(PHONE RINGING)
Mode magazine, please hold.
- You hung up on them, right? - Totally.
(CHUCKLES) That felt so good!
Thanks so much for letting me do this. It really takes me back.
I cannot believe that you were a receptionist, too.
Best 20 years of my life.
You know, being the face of the company!
Deciding who gets to come in and who... Well, you know.
Yeah, I pretty much run this place. So why'd you give it up?
I didn't exactly.
Just one day people decided that...
You know what, you'll find out.
Wait, no, tell me.
There just comes a time when they don't want yours
to be the first face that people see anymore.
So, what do you do then?
(CHUCKLES) This. I mean, my life is still the same, hon.
I still do as little work as I have to
and go out every night, meet people.
Yeah, I'm not worried.
Someone will marry me or make me a part of their entourage
or make a reality show about me.
It's all good.
You know what? I gotta tinks. Sorry.
I just tried to talk to Justin and he wasn't saying much.
- Has he talked to you yet? - No.
He says I don't understand him.
But Bella Santorini is going to fix all of that.
What are you talking about?
I created a fake online profile.
Bella friended Justin, and if he accepts, I'll have my way in.
You can't be serious.
Well, what am I supposed to do?
He doesn't want to talk to me, so I thought this was a good idea.
Hilda, this is not a Hilary Duff movie!
What? Justin had that Hilary-Haylie period and maybe I'd watch, too.
- Those girls are very talented. - Well, I...
I don't know what to do.
We were always so close, you know? And now everything is changing.
And it's like I don't know what he needs or how to help him.
(SIGHS) That's exactly how I felt when you were a teenager.
And believe me, you let me know plenty of times,
and in colorful language, that I didn't understand you.
- So what did you do? - (CHUCKLES) You don't remember?
There were some years you barely talked to me, mi hija.
This is being a parent.
I wish I could tell you there was an easy solution.
I can't do this.
- Oh, Nico, calm down. - I can't calm down, Mom!
I don't wanna talk to a detective about what happened that night!
You're gonna have to talk to the detective.
No, Mom. I can't go back there. I don't want to remember it.
It was Jonathan. We were on his boat.
- And he was yelling at me. - Well, why was he yelling at you?
- I don't know! - Well, think!
He... Just... Sometimes things set him off.
But this time was different. He grabbed me, and he hit me.
He just kept hitting me. I was so scared.
I grabbed something to defend myself, anything,
and I started hitting him back again and again.
I didn't know what to do, so I pushed him over the edge,
and he didn't come up.
Nico, I know it's hard, but we will get through this.
And you will never have to relive that night again,
because we will invent a new one.
(GASPS)
Oh, my God!
I'm sorry.
We are way beyond sorry at this point, Betty.
Yeah, well, I don't know what else to say. And I am sorry.
Look, there's no time. We've got a big problem with Roberto DiPaolo.
- He's threatening to walk. - What?
I don't have a problem. Everything is fantastic!
And what an honor to be here at the United Nations.
(CHUCKLES)
Oh. Great. Well, if there is anything you need, just let me know.
Oh, of course. Oh, you are such a darling. I...
And I love all the things going on here.
Oh, thank you.
Roberto is not happy.
- Um, he seemed okay. - No! Not happy!
Roberto doesn't like to be the bad guy. He hired me to be unhappy for him!
Oh.
So, why don't you take me through what you were doing
the night of your boyfriend's disappearance?
Go ahead, Nico. We have no secrets.
Well, we were both kind of depressed.
Jonathan had just dumped me, my mom recently lost a child.
I'm sorry. I didn't know.
Yes.
But we move on, which is why Nico and I wanted to spend some us time,
a night where we could just forget about everything else.
We started by going to see The Proposal.
WILHELMINA: (CHUCKLING) Oh, did we laugh! And cry.
And then we went to Serendipity for frozen hot chocolates.
WILHELMINA: Women will do anything to get their chocolate.
(CHUCKLES)
And then we came home and watched a Gilmore Girls marathon
until we fell asleep.
We're just like them, except they talk so fast.
(CHUCKLES) And they make me dizzy. And I'd just stopped being seasick.
Seasick?
Why were you seasick?
Um, I...
We took a water taxi to see the city at night.
Yes, I know it sounds like a romantic thing, but we didn't care.
Sometimes you just need to do those kind of things for yourself.
Okay.
I think I have all that I need for now. I'll be in touch.
Thank you, ladies.
Yeah, I did DiPaolo's contracts. That was what you asked me to do.
Okay, great. Well, there's a problem with his rider.
There's supposed to be an assortment of fun-sized chocolates
in his greenroom, but...
Betty, you asked me to do his paperwork,
not go shopping for snacks.
Right, but I thought you would just, you know, do it.
Okay, it's darling that you thought this shoot would somehow come together
without you to guide it.
- I've been guiding it. - Of course you have.
Some friendly advice from a senior editor?
No one is your friend.
If you want something done right, you do it yourself.
I could have given you this advice last night while we were working late,
but where were you, again?
Okay, you made your point.
(ARGUING IN RUSSIAN)
- What is going on? - I wouldn't know. I don't speak Russian,
and I don't think those two speak any English.
Ladies, excuse me. Ladies?
(EX CLAIMS)
(BOTH ARGUING SHRILLY)
Where's Suzanne? She's in charge of models.
- Over there. - Suzanne!
Now I know you asked her to book international models.
Did you ask her to book interpreters, too?
What?
Olga, no! No hitting! Please, you're gonna tear the dresses! Suzanne!
I mean, she was a receptionist just like me.
And now the highlight of her day is getting groped by Serge the doorman?
- That's the highlight of your day! - I know.
Mandy, look, we've discussed this.
When your looks start to go, we are buying you new ones.
I know, I know. But it's not just that.
I guess I assumed things would always come to me because I'm pretty.
Well, as long as people only look at your left side, they will.
But what if they don't, Marc? What if things don't just come to me?
What if I have to go to things?
I think I want more than this. I can't be a receptionist forever.
Oh, my God, this is really huge.
What are you gonna do?
(SIGHS)
I'm gonna send the phones to voicemail and go drink my face off.
Hey, Marc. Hi! Can I talk to you for a second?
That depends on how much finger-wagging
and lip-smacking there's going to be.
None unless you keep that up. Stop!
(SIGHS)
Sorry, I'm just...
I'm here to talk about Justin.
- I haven't said a word to him. - I know, I know.
I need your help.
I need you to help me figure out how to get Justin to start talking to me again.
Well, that's your first mistake.
He only came to me
because he wants to talk to someone who understands him.
I understand him. He just thinks that I don't.
- You're his mom. - So?
There are a couple of areas where I have an edge.
(SIGHS)
Well, it's just...
It's not easy to see your son going through something so hard,
and I want to do something.
Well, you care about what happens to him.
Not everybody has that.
Well, do you think maybe you could talk to him?
I mean, if he comes to you again?
Yeah, I could do that.
Okay.
Oh, uh, just...
If it's something really big, maybe you could tell me.
Oh. Well... Yeah, I could do that.
Okay.
(BOTH SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(DMITRI SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
They are from different countries.
Olga's from Georgia and Tatiana's from Russia.
Oh. Okay, so they're fighting because their countries are at war?
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
She is saying, "That bitch stole my boyfriend."
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
"I will kill you, you insect-ridden whore."
Okay, I get the picture. Thank you.
- Betty, how's everything going? - Hey! Great! Good!
- What's going on there? - Oh, nothing. They're just hungry.
I'm so glad you're here and looking rested.
- Thank you again for last night. - Don't mention it.
- Will you excuse me just one second? - Uh-huh.
Can you tell your friend that I have to go back
to the nuclear disarmament talks?
Yeah, maybe turn it a little bit this way
- so the stinger's... - Where did that thing come from?
- This is a photo shoot about malaria. - Which is caused by mosquitoes.
So, why do you want a smiling mosquito?
Is he happy because he caused some malaria?
This is your concept, Betty. "Mosquitoes, malaria, but also happy!"
- That's what you said, remember? - I didn't say happy mosquitoes!
- Who wants to see an angry mosquito? - Who wants to see a mosquito at all?
You know what? You weren't there at the concept meeting,
so don't blame me if you let something slip through the cracks.
- Matt, you know I was helping Daniel. - Exactly!
And that is why you have a smiling mosquito at your photo shoot.
- You happy now? - No! I'm not. Unlike that mosquito.
You know what? I don't know why I'm surprised.
I mean, this is totally typical of you.
You make a big commitment and then just abandon it at the last minute.
That is so unfair. We're not even talking about the shoot anymore.
Yes, we are! I am supposed to be your boss. Me.
You should have been here, not out with Daniel doing whatever!
You're not his assistant anymore!
And, you know, what were you doing all night, huh?
You two sleeping together now, too?
(GASPS)
(GROANING)
(PANTING)
(OLGA AND TATIANA ARGUING IN RUSSIAN)
I've got to deal with these girls.
Ladies, please! Hey, that is expensive!
I'm sorry, Mr. DiPaolo. Please, don't go. We can fix this.
- I can get different models. - (MOUTHS) Bye!
Don't leave!
(ALL CLAMORING)
Ladies! I need you to stop right now!
Is there anybody here who can help me with these models? Anybody!
What the hell is going on here?
I can explain.
You know what, I don't even know why I asked that question.
I don't care. Your shoot is falling apart. Your shoot for my magazine!
- It's my magazine, too, Wilhelmina. - Well, then start acting like it!
You're punching out your employees.
Even I know not to do that in public, Daniel.
I'm throwing you both out.
- What? - What?
I'm taking over the shoot.
You're both leaving and we're losing that ridiculous mosquito.
That was Betty's idea.
You can't throw me out, Wilhelmina.
And I'm sure as hell not gonna let you throw Betty out of her own shoot!
- Daniel. - No, let me finish.
You have to understand one thing. You mess with Betty,
you're messing with me. You got it?
And that goes for every single one of you!
Daniel, please, stop.
- We'll leave. - What?
She's right. You just assaulted somebody.
They could arrest you, so let's just go.
- I'm sorry, Wilhelmina. - I am, too.
I had hoped that you were changing, but obviously, I was wrong.
MALE ANNOUNCER: (LAUGHING) I can't believe it! I can't believe this!
Can't believe it. Count it, five motivations.
Mind if I join you?
Or is Wipeout something you need to do alone?
How's everything at school?
- Yeah. It's fine. - Good.
But if it's ever not fine, and you need someone to talk to, not me,
you know, it's fine.
I talked to Marc.
Yeah, so everything's okay.
(SIGHS)
I am sorry that I stuck my nose in your business.
It's just...
I worry about you.
I know.
But you're growing up,
and I can't tell you who to be friends with,
and I can't tell you who to confide in.
I just hope that you know
that if you ever do need someone to talk to,
you can talk to me.
Even if I don't understand you.
Okay.
You shouldn't have hit Matt like that, you know.
Yeah, well, he was being a jerk.
Yeah, that might be, but you still shouldn't have punched him.
(CHUCKLES)
Okay. Then why are you smiling?
Fine, I can't help it. He was being a jerk. He deserved it,
but it still wasn't the right thing to do.
(SIGHING) Look, I know, I'm sorry. You're absolutely right.
I messed up.
Daniel, I've been worried about you.
Ever since you got back to New York, it's like you're...
- Angry? - Yeah.
I am angry, Betty. I'm so angry at myself.
I'm angry I couldn't help.
Molly?
When you told me what was going on at the office,
I guess I just thought finally I could help someone.
- Daniel... - I know I shouldn't have hit Matt,
but I'm so tired of feeling helpless.
I think you need to talk to someone.
Look, not your family. Maybe not me. Just someone.
Listen, I think you might have made a mistake.
What do you mean?
You decided to help me instead of doing your job.
You're not my assistant anymore. Things are changing, for both of us.
We have to accept that.
Well, what if I don't want them to change?
Well, why don't you want them to change? They could get better.
I guess. I... I just don't want to lose who I am.
Listen to me.
You are not the same person I met three years ago.
Betty, you've already changed, but you're still you.
So? How does this work now? You and me.
We're not boss and assistant anymore.
- No. - We're friends.
Friends.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
You are not going to believe it. I made my very first house call.
It's like I'm a doctor, you know? But for hair.
Oh, man.
- Oh, your glasses broke again? - Yeah.
I'll get you some tape.
Hey, do you want me to cut your bangs?
BETTY: Um...
No, I think I'm okay.
I might try something different.
Well, all right!
(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)
Good morning, Amanda.
Something's different.
- (GASPS) You got your braces off! - No, I didn't.
- Oh! You shaved. - Betty!
(PHONE CAMERA CLICKS)
(LAUGHS)
Oh, it's not that funny.
Hi, sweetie.
- Hey, babe! - Hey, are you leaving?
Yeah, they kind of fired me yesterday,
but I just came by to pick up some of my stuff.
But you're a temp, you don't have stuff.
Well, I do now.
Oh! Hey, wait.
In case you miss it.
Thanks!
That's, like, the nicest thing anyone's ever gotten me.
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello, Mode magazine.
(MOUTHING)
No, I don't know where she went, I...
I'm sorry that Daniel hit you.
Yeah, me, too.
And I'm also really sorry that the UN shoot almost fell apart.
I take full responsibility for that and I promise it will never happen again.
I hope not.
You know, Matt, I will always regret what happened between us.
I made a mistake, and I can't change it.
But I have to move on now.
I've worked very hard to get to where I am now,
and I'm not about to give up.
Oh, and for whatever it's worth,
Daniel won't be interfering on my behalf anymore.
I can fight my own battles.
So, next time you're going to hit me?
Yeah!
No, no, no, it's our pleasure.
Nico and I want to get to the bottom of this mystery as much as you do.
Thanks. He bought our story.
Thank God. That's such a relief.
Well, it's a good first step, but we can never let our guard down.
That's when you get into trouble.
You got a delivery while you were out.
I signed for it, so I hope it's nothing illegal.
Oh, my gosh! I finally found some fashion-related decor for our office.
You're gonna love it!
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
That's fashion-related?
Mmm-hmm.
Betty! You want a ride?
Actually, I have my own.
You know, when you're an editor, and you work late,
you get your own town car.
- Not so bad, is it? - Nope!
Hey!
I'll see you tomorrow.
See you tomorrow!
(UPBEAT MUSIC CONTINUES)