When I heard your voice in a dream
Previously on Smash...
No! We have rehearsal in an hour.
You haven't told anybody.
No. Why?
You focus on your work, so I can focus on mine.
How much did you take from him?
Well, that should do it.
Reaching out for you?
Richard Francis, New York Times. Scott Nichols.
I'm so looking forward to seeing where all this goes.
My show needs your help.
Let me be your star!
We've cast the part of Marilyn's mother, Gladys.
Ivy, darling.
Mom.
We're not friends.
I work for you now, and that's it.
Ivy? Ivy Lynn?
We've been through this.
You jump on the cart downstage left, where the light is.
Yes, we have been through this.
For the past three days.
When are we moving on past Public Relations?
I haven't gotten it right yet.
Apparently.
As I explained last night, if you start center,
then the porters don't have enough room
to spin the luggage carts. Remember?
And as I explained,
I need to be over here because this is where the dancers left me.
People, quiet!
I just need you downstage left.
Where the light is. That's all.
Let's reset and run it again.
I don't understand.
What am I doing wrong? This is standard-issue tech.
You know that's not what this is about.
Okay. So I cast her mother. Is that really so unforgivable?
Is that something that ends years of friendship?
Well, I...
These are supposed to be rhetorical questions.
You knew it was a risk, given their relationship.
It was the right decision for the show, and Ivy should understand that
instead of poisoning the whole cast against me.
Sam won't even make eye contact with me anymore.
That one's not Ivy, that's all you.
This is supposed to be fun. Instead, it's downright depressing.
As depressing as your son visiting colleges without you
and having the time of his life?
You really shouldn't follow him on Facebook. Mmm.
Or Instagram. Is that Frank at a keg? Uh-huh.
I always thought we'd be doing this as a family.
But if I can't be there, at least I can be here, helping you.
You don't need my help, do you?
It's tech. Oh, fine. Fine.
I have things I need to take care of anyway. Call me if anything changes?
Will do.
Have you met our set designer, Sabrina?
She'd be perfect for the Arts Beat section.
I already ran the Bombshell story.
I know, and I don't mean to be ungrateful,
but after what Michael Riedel said in his column this morning,
I think you'll understand why I need to do a little damage control.
"Another bomb at Bombshell.
"According to insiders, the casting of Leigh Conroy
"has caused the longtime friendship between show star Ivy Lynn
"and new director Tom Levitt to go... Boom."
What is he, seven years old? I know.
I shouldn't let it get under my skin,
but this show's my life. I need some good press.
Look, I get that we both love our work,
but I was hoping we could just unplug for one night?
I can. Can you?
You know I like a challenge. How about dinner tonight?
Ouch.
Are you okay?
Remind me why we're hiding in here again, sneaking around?
We're working together. It's unprofessional, right?
Plus, you said yourself how messy it got
over Bombshell with your friend.
She's not my friend.
And I know. I'm just starting to feel a little weird about it.
You feel weird about this?
- Where's Karen Cartwright? - Um...
Karen!
Shh.
Oh, hi.
Wow. You paying me back already? I'm impressed.
Yeah, I'll have more when I get my next paycheck.
Hey, thanks, you know, for helping me out.
Don't mention it.
Trust me, I did some stuff when I was a kid
that would make you look like a choir boy.
I doubt that, man.
Oh, you do, do you?
Well, maybe we can trade war stories one of these days.
Hello.
Hey.
You two okay?
Seems like you're barely talking to each other.
Yeah, yeah. We're okay. Just, you know, just working.
Okay.
Um... Did I just see Richard Francis in the lobby?
Yes, you did.
And I hope you've found a way to make the Diva's role bigger,
because that's the character he's most interested in,
and he may ask you about it.
Well, we've found a way to give her a song in the second act, I mean...
- I don't think that's enough. - Well, I do.
And I look forward to hearing it.
Come on. Richard.
It's good of you to come down. I'm sorry, we're still a bit under construction.
Can you show me something worth writing about?
Oh, yeah. All right, everyone. Can we get ready for Original, please?
Can't wait to get out of here and get drunk.
You didn't tell Tom about the party, did you?
No! I don't want him there. He didn't even remember it was my birthday.
Can I remind him and make him feel bad? No.
Please? No.
I don't even want to think about work.
I just wanna go and blow off a little steam, if you know what I mean.
It's been four months. Something's gotta give.
Okay, that I can handle. Uh, how about JFK?
He's gonna be there?
Happy birthday to me.
Ivy Lynn?
Oh, right there. The blonde.
Thanks.
That's weird. We don't open for three more weeks.
It's her birthday.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, I totally forgot.
I'm a terrible human being. No wonder she hates me.
Are we doing anything for her tonight?
Everyone's so tired.
I sent champagne.
Well, that's no fun.
Ivy loves her birthday. We have to do something.
Oh, my God.
This is exactly what I needed.
What do you mean?
I can't take back what I did,
but I can remind her how much I love her.
And after she forgives me,
everything can go back to the way it's supposed to be.
What did you have in mind?
Call Liza.
9:00. Don't be late.
And do not tell Tom.
Do not tell him.
SMASH S02E10 The Surprise Party Sync to WEB-DL by Jill.Valentine
This is who you want to be? Like her?
Gaga, Lana, the Diva.
I mean, they're totally fake.
She's not fake.
She didn't like who she was, so she reinvented herself.
Look, people do it all the time. See?
Way back before she hit the scene
And she became the indie queen
She was a girl with nothing big to say
Her mouth was full of silver spoons
Singing her dime-a-dozen tunes
Till she came up with something new to play
A girl so scarred, a pain so real
A life so hard becomes a song you feel
Her tracks were leaked and all the hipsters freaked
She made herself a star
She wants, she wants, she wants
To be original
She will, she will become Something remarkable
Who cares, who cares, who cares
What stunt she has to pull?
She'll be remade as somebody original
Way back before the interviews
Before her music made the news
She was a nothing no one talked about
A mousy girl behind the mic One more vanilla look-alike
Till she decided to stand out
And now it's crazy clothes A brand-new name
A fixed-up nose and monster fame
Though she might say that she was born this way
She made herself a star
She wants, she wants, she wants
To be original
She will, she will become Something remarkable
Who cares, who cares, who cares
What stunt she has to pull?
She'll be remade as somebody original
You can wipe away everything you are
Wake up tomorrow as a star
There was a girl who blended in
That was the way her life had been
Till she decided to be someone else
She wants, she wants, she wants
To be original
She will, she will become Something remarkable
Who cares, who cares, who cares What stunt she has to pull?
She'll be remade as somebody original
Somebody original
See?
Thanks for coming down, Richard.
Seems ironic, you and a song about reinvention.
Still, every new piece of your show I see just makes me more intrigued.
And Karen's every bit as good as I've heard.
Is it true she's the one who found it for you?
Yeah. First Bombshell, now this.
She's a real inspiration to you, isn't she?
Karen and I are collaborators, nothing more.
Off the record, I get that it's bad
for your image to date another leading lady
after everything that happened last fall,
but this could be a great story.
"Director and ingénue leave the bright lights
"of Broadway for off-Broadway, arm in arm."
Yeah, it's a lovely headline, isn't it, but it's not actually true.
What? Are you saying the bad boy of Broadway's reformed?
I'm saying that's a lot of alliteration for The New York Times.
I'll come back in a week. You can run the whole thing for me then.
Sure.
I love the questions the show is asking
about identity and fame in the modern age.
The songs are outstanding...
The show opens in a month.
Skip to the "but."
But... Right now, the Diva's not a character.
She's just a symbol, a trigger for Amanda to transform herself.
She has no real agency of her own.
How would you fix it?
I thought you just wanted my thoughts.
We may not have seen each other in 15 years,
but I'm sure you haven't changed that much.
You probably already have a list of fixes.
I may have... Some ideas.
Julia, good to see you.
I hope you don't mind, Scott asked.
Oh, no, he told me. And I'm glad he did.
So, the boys have got some ideas about adding a couple of songs,
but they need some help with structure.
Hope you're up for it.
Up for what?
You're not... You're not asking me to be a dramaturg, are you?
You know full well my feelings about that.
Oh, yeah?
'Cause the last time you used a dramaturg,
it worked out pretty well for everyone.
Look, the boys have got talent, but they don't have time. They need a firm hand.
So, I don't understand.
Why doesn't Jimmy want anyone to know about you guys?
He wants to be professional, keep everything compartmentalized.
You don't think he's hiding something, do you?
Like... Like what? A secret wife and kids?
You don't know. He could.
I mean, how much do you really know about this guy?
I know he's a really good friend of Kyle.
And that he's extremely talented.
So you've told me.
That's not what I was talking about.
But also true. Mmm-hmm.
Look, I'm all for a girl having a good time,
but don't you think that this top secret thing is a bit of a red flag?
I don't know. I dated a guy I thought was decent for three years,
and look what happened.
I don't know, maybe I should be worried.
Look, you're both adults. You can be professional
- and still be public. - Can't you?
Ivy, can I talk to you for a sec?
Happy birthday.
Oh. Yay!
You didn't think I'd forgotten, did you? Of course not.
So, any big plans for tonight?
I really wasn't up for much this year, you know, what with tech and all.
Yeah. Long hours.
Good! Because I have quite the night cooked up for us.
Oh, no, you really don't have to...
Ah, ah, ah, you are not sitting at home on your birthday
when you could be dining in style with me.
Well, I already told you that, uh...
I won't hear another word about it.
I have a great surprise planned, you're coming. The end.
Um...
Well, okay. All right.
Ooh.
Yay! Okay. Yay!
Code red, code red. Tom just invited me to dinner tonight.
And you said no. I couldn't!
He said he had a big surprise for me,
and he wouldn't take no for an answer. Ugh!
Tonight's gonna be ruined, I'm gonna miss my own party!
No, you won't. No, you won't. Look, we'll start later.
You go do your surprise thing with Tom, and by the time you're done...
The party will be raging, and you can have your pick of the hot guys.
Hot straight guys. Straight guys. Don't mess that part up.
We know. We're on it. JFK's already in. Don't worry.
Worry about what?
Hey. Nothing.
Come again? What?
All right. Let's set up for Let's Be Bad.
Let's set it up.
Agnes, I wonder if we have any more media
pickup from the Ivy-Leigh Times piece?
No. I'm getting a lot more calls off the Riedel column.
Is there anything going on that could wash his bad taste away?
Well, not really, we're in tech.
But, uh, Tom's arranged a surprise visit from Liza Minnelli
for Ivy's birthday at Table 46 tonight.
That's about it. Wait.
Tom is taking Ivy to meet Liza? You're going, too, right?
Well, I hadn't planned on it, but now that you mention it, uh,
do you think you could get Michael Riedel there?
Of course. He owes me.
Good.
Only problem is...
I promised Richard Francis I'd take
a night off work and have dinner with him.
So have dinner at Table 46.
I'll tip off a few discreet journalists and handle the rest.
Excellent.
Just look at this as a chance to get
a fresh pair of eyes on the show.
And not as some stranger coming in and telling you what to do.
I've been in your shoes and trust me,
I don't want to be that person.
Yeah, I just wish Jimmy were here.
He's busy rehearsing. We'll keep him in the loop. Don't worry.
Julia? Okay.
How do you and Jimmy like to work? Do you use a board?
What's a board?
I...
I've been thinking.
Oh, you shouldn't do that.
I don't want to do this here, okay?
You want to try the lighting booth?
I mean, I don't want to do this here anymore.
I seriously don't get why we're hiding this.
It can't just be because of work.
I mean, are you ashamed of me for some reason?
Of course not. Then what is it?
You married? Seeing someone?
It is nothing like that. I promise.
Come on, let's just go in there
and tell everyone we're together.
Get it over with.
No, I...
I can't do that. Not yet.
Then let me know when you can. 'Cause I'm not coming back in here again.
Karen, I...
Everything okay? You have a flight to catch or something?
No. I'm fine.
'Cause checking your phone is the international symbol for
"I'd rather be having a root canal."
Is there a night when Eileen is not here?
I don't mind them setting it in present day,
I mind that it's a complete rip-off of the Robert Wilson version
with nothing new to offer. I completely disagree.
I mean, yes, it's an homage to Wilson,
but it's from an entirely new POV.
Finally we get the mother's perspective.
What are you smiling at?
You haven't mentioned work all night.
Well, all you need to do is ask.
This way, gentlemen. You'll be fine here, okay?
- Here? - Yep.
Uh...
I really think Jimmy wanted it here.
Well, forget Jimmy, what do you want?
Well?
At least give him a second to think it through.
I see you're still pushy.
Oh, pushy? That's you.
When was I ever pushy?
Uh, remember when I wanted to scrap
all the flashback scenes in the Amelia Earhart play?
Oh. Yeah. You went ballistic.
You would not stop until I put them all back.
'Cause it was a terrible idea!
That's beside the point.
So, did you guys used to date?
No. We couldn't. No. It wasn't like that.
Wait, it wasn't like that, or you couldn't?
Wait a minute, was it like that for you?
You were married, it didn't matter if it was.
Wow.
I had no idea.
I made sure you didn't.
I'm sorry, Sam, I had no idea he was gonna order four courses!
Yeah, I'm starting to feel really guilty, though.
I feel like I should invite him.
Fine, I won't invite him. I'll be there soon, okay?
Uh...
Hold on to JFK for me. Thank you.
What is Michael Riedel doing here with our show's publicist?
I have no idea. Coincidence?
Oh, my God, Did you see who just walked in?
Wow, look at that.
Wow, she looks even better in person.
How are you, honey? You look wonderful. Thank you. So do you.
Oh, my God. What's... What's happening? Why is she coming over here?
Do I have anything in my teeth?
No.
Hello, my lovely. Hello, my baby.
How are you?
I'm fine.
So, this is the birthday doll I've been hearing about, huh?
Oh, my God! I am a lifelong fan.
Did you have something to do with this?
I might have had something to do with it, yes.
He knows I've always dreamed about meeting you.
But you're gonna do more than meet me.
Well, you'll find out.
Happy birthday, my friend.
Thank you.
Wait, the, um...
This wasn't just some PR stunt you set up
to fix the bad press on our show?
No, why would you even...
Wow.
I actually thought you were doing something for me,
but really, it's still all about the show.
Ivy, that's not true. I don't even know
how those guys found out about this.
The only person I told is...
Excuse me.
Sorry to interrupt. Tom.
Did you tip off Agnes about my plans for tonight with Ivy?
I'm sorry, Tom, I promised poor Richard here a work-free evening...
'Cause you were the only person who knew I was doing this.
Well, of course I did.
I mean, we need all the good press we can get.
Well, good luck with that, Eileen.
Richard. Pardon me.
Well, well, well. Is the Bombshell team combusting again?
I'm starting to run out of puns for my headlines.
Charming to see you, too, Michael.
Okay, I've had enough.
Thank you for everything, Tom.
Uh...
Ivy Lynn, where are you going?
Sit down.
Okay, sorry, Liza Minnelli.
Because your friend, Tom, has written an entirely new song just for you.
All right.
Oh, hi, there. Well, hi, there.
Seems like old times. Mmm-hmm.
Remember San Francisco?
This is just a little song I wrote for my dear friend,
the one and only, the incandescent
Ivy Lynn, who I love.
Even when we're fighting.
Which we were just doing a minute ago!
Today at tech where life's a zoo
What irony, I missed my cue
Your birthday almost came and went
No wonder you were malcontent
And so tonight to right the wrong
I've written you a birthday song
But I ain't gonna wing it
Look who I got to sing it
May each evening be a triumph
Where the planets are aligned
With you the star that hits the sky
And climbs
And when you waken in the morning
Well, dear friend, I hope you find
A love letter from the Times
Then an afternoon of roses
Like the At Home section brings
Just pass the Metro section
And its crimes
They're yelling on the Sports page
But the Arts & Leisure sings to you
A love letter from the Times
A full page ad that's full of quotes
About your face, your style, those notes
Superlatives about your gifts prolific
The raves from me would never end
About the girl who's my best friend
She's wonderful, she's special
She's terrific!
So that's the gift I wish for you
And hope I can achieve
And someday when we both run out of rhymes
I don't care about my notice
But I know that you'll receive
A love letter from the Times
You're older, and I'm wiser
Ivy, look, I brought you Liza
With a love letter from the Times
Oh, hey.
I was just working on the next scene.
Okay. I'll leave you to it.
No, you can stay.
Want to help?
Yeah, all right.
What are you looking at?
Jesse and Amanda's first date.
Of course.
You've been drinking.
Oh, God, yes.
Everything okay?
I'm not sure.
What is it? You can tell me.
Karen, you know I care about you.
Yeah, I care about you, too.
Yeah, that's not what I mean.
I'm sort of... Sort of seeing someone.
Jimmy, actually. And it's... It's complicated, too.
I'm sorry. I hope this doesn't make things weird between us.
Oh, of course not. Good for you.
Shall we get back to work?
I still don't understand when you had the time to write that song.
In between lighting cues?
What can I say? I'm good.
Remember last year, we spent your birthday together at Grand Sichuan?
We were both depressed.
I remember.
The workshop had gone badly for you, and I'd just lost Marilyn.
But we had each other.
I'm sorry I bungled things with your mom so badly.
I wasn't thinking straight.
And I may have overreacted a teeny bit.
Wanna get a drink somewhere?
No, it's okay. You're tired. You should go home.
Yeah. Yeah, I should do that. Um...
Thank you, for everything.
Sure.
Your chariot.
Thank you.
See you tomorrow. Bye.
Get good rest.
Excuse me? Uh, these keys, are they your friend's?
Yes. Thank you.
No problem.
What if we did this?
I like it. Me, too.
But does that ruin the surprise of their duet?
True. Good point.
Okay, what's up with you guys?
You've barely talked the last hour. You just keep agreeing.
Nothing's up. We're just focused.
We're out of cards. There's some more in the other room.
So,
you really never had an inkling?
Ever?
Okay, I might have had the teeniest inkling
the day we saw John Guare speak at the 92nd Street Y.
I just thought I was crazy.
You were. I was totally over you by then.
God, I was mad at you for so long,
I'd forgotten that some of the best nights of my life
were sitting on the floor like this, working with you.
I'm just glad I'm not mad anymore.
Me, too.
I just had the most amazing idea. Do you guys want to hear it?
Absolutely. You bet.
Hey, birthday girl!
Hi!
Surprise.
Happy birthday, girl.
Don't kill me, don't kill me, I did all I could,
but JFK left with High-Kick Heidi, like, 10 minutes ago.
That's okay. I'm not really in the mood anymore.
So Tom not only ruins your birthday, but he kills your sex drive?
We should lighten up on Tom.
He's made some really big mistakes,
but his heart's in the right place.
You should've seen what he did for me tonight.
I'd rather do this.
Huh?
To you. Let's go.
Here she is.
- Hi. - Happy birthday.
It's my birthday.
I just think that, if you're going to do that...
Hey, guys. Oh, my God!
Tom. Hi. Hey.
- You guys live near Ivy? - No. Uh...
Oh, um...
Weird. Hey, there's Syd and Amber.
- Amber? No. - No.
- That's not... - No.
No. No. I wouldn't...
Hey, Amber!
You dropped your keys.
I don't understand.
Your life is perfect. You have everything.
No, I don't.
I just feel like if I... If I can't be famous,
I'm a nobody. Nothing else matters.
Really?
What about me?
I'm right in front of you.
Oh, God, that's enough!
This is so sweet, I'm getting a cavity.
The scene is supposed to prevent
Amanda from committing suicide.
You do it like that, the entire audience is
gonna want to jump off the bridge with her.
That's a little harsh, Derek.
Oh, yeah?
Well, wait and see what the critics say. Do it again, please.
I don't understand. Your life is perfect, you have...
No, no! God, you're all over the place. This is a mess.
I'm trying something different.
Well, why don't you try my blocking instead?
All right, maybe we should take a break. No!
Again.
I don't understand. Your life is perfect.
Oh, my God. Do you know what?
This is the last time I use untrained actors!
Come here. It starts like this. Come here. Hey, hey!
Derek, what are you doing?
This doesn't concern you, Karen.
Well, it feels like it does. Well, it doesn't!
This concerns your boyfriend here.
He is not my boyfriend. You told him.
Yeah, so?
You should've been straight with me.
And say what?
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't stay away from her after you told me to."
"Told you to"?
What are you talking about?
You told Jimmy to stay away from me?
Again, that is not what I said.
Yeah, it kind of is.
No, it isn't.
I'm not your property. Yeah, I know that.
No, you don't.
This is the same crap you pulled with Dev.
You don't control me. You don't run my life. You can't keep doing this.
Doing what precisely?
Helping you get everything you ever wanted?
Don't worry about it, sweetheart, I'm done.
Come on, Karen. Let's get out... I'm not going
anywhere with you.
What, you're mad at me?
Are you kidding? What did I do?
You didn't tell me the truth.
All those games, all that time we were hiding, it was because of Derek.
Because you couldn't stand up to him?
Karen, it's not that simple.
Oh, well, then you should've told me
instead of making me sneak around
and lie to him and to everybody.
I...
I thought you were more of a man. I thought you both were.
Hey! Hey!
This is not what it looks like.
Are you kidding me?
You all just happened to be in the same bar at the same time...
I thought about inviting you.
I really did, but I just couldn't.
Well, that's hard to hear.
All I wanted was to make it right with you.
I know you've been mad at me, but... We're friends.
Tom, I love you, but you can't be my friend right now.
You're my director.
They're not mutually exclusive.
Yes, they are. And they should be.
You put our friendship on hold when you hired my mother.
I already apologized for that.
But you wouldn't have to if you were just being my director.
You shouldn't have to worry about my feelings.
And I shouldn't have to worry about yours
if I need a night off from my boss.
I miss you.
I miss being a part of everything.
We're not losing each other, we're just changing.
For now.
I ruined your birthday.
Liza Minnelli sang a song you wrote for me.
I'd say that pretty much makes it the best birthday ever.
Happy birthday.
So basically, we realized that the show could really deepen
if the Diva felt Amanda was responsible for her downfall.
The whole second act, she can plot her revenge,
and then enact it in the end.
Have I missed anything, Julia?
Not bad for a day's work, huh?
We should've waited for Jimmy.
Told you that wasn't necessary.
So what do you think, then?
I don't know why we didn't think of it sooner.
I'm sure Jimmy and Karen will have issues, especially now that
- her part has to be reduced... - She'll live.
Karen's nothing if not a professional.
Seriously, great work.
Thanks, I'm glad you're happy.
And you know who else is gonna love this? Richard Francis.
We should show it to him next week once you've ironed it out.
Get Ana in at 8:00. She's gonna have a lot of new material.
As well as some of Karen's songs.
What'll Jimmy and Karen think about that?
I don't care what they think.
Go home.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Whew.
Hey. Hey.
That was fun.
So, you'll keep me posted as to what happens?
What are you talking about? You're not done.
I told you, this was a one-time thing.
After watching you work today, I know you don't mean that.
We don't have to call it dramaturg. You can be a consultant.
Or fairy godmother, or whatever you want to call yourself.
I just want you involved.
Do you want to get a drink?
I would love that.
Great.
Oh, but just to be clear.
This time, if you feel something,
you can tell me.
Oh, I'll let you know.
So, how are you feeling?
Actually, a little weird.
Well, birthdays are always bittersweet, you know.
You're forced to look at everything you have
or haven't accomplished since the last one.
And what a freaking year it's been, right? Mmm-hmm.
I mean, I've been up and down. I was almost out.
And now I'm right back up again.
Mine has been pretty much the reverse.
You're gonna get back up again, too.
You won't be a swing forever.
God, I hope so.
I'll walk you home.
It's around the corner. Even in my state, I can manage.
You go ahead, I'll be fine.
I had a feeling I'd find you here.
'Cause I'm a workaholic?
Listen, I've got a Broadway show opening in three weeks.
And I should never have said that
I'd take a night off, because I can't.
And I'm not going to apologize about it.
I'm the one who should apologize.
Go on.
Most of my life, I've been married to someone who didn't work.
If I'm honest,
I think I liked being the only one who did.
This is new to me. And I'm trying.
To tell you the truth,
work isn't the only thing that's been distracting me these days.
I'm still not quite over my last relationship.
So we both have baggage.
What else is new?
I'm willing to go slow if you are.
I might be.
Jimmy, what are you doing here? It's midnight.
I'm sorry I listened to him.
I wish I hadn't. I just... I didn't know what to do, you know?
And I know I screwed everything up.
I just wish that there was some way
you'd let me make it up to you.
How?
Maybe take you out on a real date?
Out in public, where people can see us.
Like I should've done a long time ago.
When?
I don't know. How about now?
Plenty of places still open.
We can go anywhere you want.
I have to get my coat.
Hey, take mine.
You didn't think I was gonna forget your birthday, did you?
I'm glad you didn't.
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