I'd say you make a perfect
Angel in the snow
All crushed out on the way you are
Better stop before it goes too far
Don't you know that I love you?
Sometimes I feel like
Only a cold still life
That fell down here
To lay beside you
Don't you know that I love you?
- Papi, are you okay? - What's wrong?
Nothing. It's just a little tickle in my throat.
- Sorry about that. - What? No, it's fine.
It's totally fine.
Yeah, but, you know, sometimes
when you're recovering from a quadruple bypass,
something that seems small can be pretty big.
But this isn't big. This is... No stress here. You just relax!
Do you need anything? Like food, or more tea?
Yeah, maybe something high in Omega-3s?
Yeah. You know what I really want?
A chili dog with fries.
Oh. Mmm-mmm.
Heart attack or not, that's just disgusting.
Papi, medical bills?
Didn't I tell you that we're supposed to worry about these?
I just want to help out.
You can help out by just getting better, okay?
Yeah.
What happened? I thought you said you were going to send these...
No, that's what I was telling you the other day.
Remember how when I was...
Everything okay?
Yeah. Oh! Did you just hear a bluebird?
Yeah! The one that I saw out back the other day.
Uh-huh.
- It's winter. - I know. It's weird, right?
I thought you were going to send these in to insurance.
They said that they could process it faster if we faxed it in,
so I figured you could just do it from work.
Okay, fine. And before I forget,
I made up a checklist of things for you not to forget to do today,
- you know, to help you out. - That is terrific.
Is that in addition to all the Post-it notes that you have left everywhere?
Well, you get busy, you know. It's easy to forget.
Which reminds me,
you should probably take papi in to see Dr. Steve.
Get that cough checked out. "Take papi to Dr... "
To Dr. Steve, yeah. Betty, I get it.
Stop worrying. I can handle it. Get out of here, just go. Go to work.
But promise me you're not going to wear this.
No, I just ran out of clothes.
I have to go back to my apartment, which I haven't seen in, like, forever.
I'm excited to see it.
Betty! Oh, my God, you look fantastic!
How many times did I tell you to stop eating that fatty Mexican food?
You are too young to have a heart attack.
Amanda, I didn't have a heart attack. My dad did.
Ow!
How could you let me worry about you like that?
- What? - I'm sorry, Betty.
I was just really concerned about you. Wait, your dad, is he...
He's better, thank you. It's just been a rough couple of weeks.
I totally get it. I had to work extra shifts at D.T. McDoubleshots
to make up for the vacation time off at Mode,
and I will never ever get the smell of fried jalapeño out of my hair.
Is that why you haven't had a chance to clean up around here?
Clean? I missed you!
Are these all bills?
I can't believe how much I'm spending for a place I never see.
Well, I have seen it, and, unfortunately, we have roaches.
I know. At first I was scared, and then I tried naming them. Look!
That's Little Betty. She's just like you, a survivor.
Welcome home.
What a great vacation, huh?
You know what I think I'm going to miss most?
Running into Heidi and Spencer everywhere we went.
I know. It's like they were stalking us.
I know, after a while, didn't you kind of want to be all, like,
"Heidi, how could you do that to L. C? Come on. "
Actually, can I just admit now that I really don't know who they are?
Yeah. Me, either.
- You know what I miss? - Hmm?
Real photos that you can hold in your hand.
Come on. With real photos,
can you do awesome slideshows like this?
Oh... Uh...
Sorry.
Guess we're going to have to tell him about us eventually.
I know,
but he's all alone right now. Telling him just seems cruel.
Not to mention how awkward it'll make work for both of you.
Back at college, he was definitely the jealous type.
Maybe he just needs time?
Yeah.
You have 214 new messages. Message one...
- Betty! - Okay...
Hey, my God, how are you doing?
- Daniel! - How is your father?
What happened to your desk?
Yeah, this is what happens when I'm gone for two weeks.
My dad is doing better, thank you.
And thank you for all those flowers you sent.
Is 12 dozen too much?
That's why you should always do the flower ordering around here.
- Yep. - Not that you can't take
as much time off as you need, of course.
No, Daniel, I need to be working.
Besides, Hilda and I are going to split the responsibilities
of taking care of my father.
So, what you got for me?
Well, you can take my vacation photos down to the lab.
I was going to print some of those pictures up.
- Oh! - Morning, Daniel.
- Excuse me. - Yes, yes, you're excused.
No, wait, wait, you're not. Here.
Cover photos of our exclusive Halston dress.
The press is already sniffing around for them desperately.
- I'll keep them someplace safe. - What are you, dense?
I want you to leak them. I'd ask Marc, he wants to,
but I hate to reward him without any good reason.
It's okay, Betty. We'll catch up later.
I did miss work so, the look of fear on people's faces.
I take it from your goggle tan you did some skiing.
And I take it from your tan, you also got some sun.
Or is it that awful spray-tan? You know, you look a bit jaundiced.
- Hey. - Hi, Connor.
It looks like you did some skiing, too.
Snowboarding.
- I was in Switzerland. - Aspen.
Good. I'll leave you to it then, shall I?
You know, it's kind of funny you guys had the...
Yes, yes, yes. Hilarious.
As much as I love your witty observations,
I need to speak to Connor about some upcoming ad meetings.
Connor. Connor!
Connor!
We have to control ourselves.
Didn't we have an agreement we keep this out of the office?
We did. I came in here to pee.
So you did.
Look, we had a wonderful time in the Swiss Alps for two weeks,
but now it's time to get back to work,
which means we have to try harder to hide it,
starting with this.
- It is a bit suspicious, isn't it? - Suspicious?
Even the special boy in the mailroom put the two of us together.
What's that?
All you need to know is that it's expensive, illegal
and will even out your tan lines.
You're not allergic to panda, are you?
You saw nothing.
- Well, actually... - You saw nothing.
- Yes, yes. No, no, no. - Nothing!
I saw nothing, but they are about to see everything.
- Thank you, Marc. - Yeah.
I don't think Mom's had a chance to talk to Dr. Steve yet.
Really? Well, is everything okay?
No, no, it's good!
This girl from my school hired Mom to do her and her friends' hair
for her quinceañera party. Fifteen girls!
- Is that Betty? Is that Betty? - Yes. Bye, Betty.
Oh, my God, oh, my God. Did you hear the good news?
Yeah! Yeah, that's great! I just, you know, I'm...
I'm worried that you might not have time to do all of that,
you know, with papi and everything.
What? It's work. We need the money right now.
Yeah. No, I get it. I just...
You know, you haven't even had a chance to take him
to see Dr. Steve today.
Betty, please stop worrying. I got this. Okay?
Okay.
Look, I got to go. We'll discuss this later, okay? Love you. Bye.
Mrs. Meade!
Sorry, I have a system.
I didn't mean to snap. I just have a lot on my plate.
Well, I just came by to say hello.
You're back from your trip! How was your vacation in Paris?
Well, I spent the entire time being groped by perverts in Montmartre.
I'm sorry.
Why? The French still appreciate something finely aged.
I spent a lot of time with Alexis and DJ and...
Betty, I was so sorry to hear about your father. How is he?
He's good. Thank you for asking.
He's got this cough, but my sister's going to take him to see Dr. Steve.
Dr. Steve?
Yeah, he's our family doctor. We've been seeing him for years.
Dear, I've had many doctors.
The only ones I ever called by their first names
were slipping me prescriptions for painkillers.
Well, Dr. Steve isn't like that.
Tell you what, Betty.
I'm on the board of Stuyvesant Memorial.
Dr. Farber is the finest cardiologist in the city.
Why don't I just call and make your father an appointment?
Oh, no, no. I could never ask you to do that.
And besides, we would never be able to afford it.
Well, Dr. Farber works in the Meade wing of the hospital.
It's not going to cost you anything.
Hey, guys! I've got some good news!
Good. Us, too. Talked to Dr. Steve.
He said it's probably just a cold and papi's fine.
What'd he do? Just listen to his chest? Take some blood samples?
No, we didn't go in. We just talked to him on the phone.
- I'm fine. - Hey, do you hear a bluebird?
- It's night. It's winter. - I don't hear anything.
Well, maybe we should go and check, you know, just in case.
Hilda, I thought we were going to talk about you taking that job.
I have it under control, Betty. Dr. Steve said papi is fine.
It's a mild cough. It hasn't moved to his chest.
If it gets worse, then I take him in.
But you haven't even had a second to take him into the doctor,
and apparently you couldn't finish a single thing on my list.
Sorry, Betty. I thought things like de-linting his sweaters could wait.
What is that?
You didn't give him his pills for today?
Yeah. He can't take them before he eats. It upsets his stomach.
Well, then why don't...
Just want a little more tea.
- I think the bird went around that way. - Yeah. Crazy bird.
Look, Claire Meade got us an appointment
with her cardiologist tomorrow in the city.
Okay, all right.
So I'm supposed to give up my job with the quinceañera?
We still need the money!
Got my tea.
Good. I think I heard that bird out front.
I might not do things the way that you want me to,
but you can't be Betty Bossypants when you're off at work all day!
Well, you know what, Hilda? I only have to be Betty Bossypants
when nothing gets done around here!
And don't call me Betty Bossypants!
Well, then stop trying to control everything!
Look, you don't want to take papi to the city, fine.
I'll do it. I'll take over.
- You'll what? - I'll take over with papi.
You don't want to help, I'll just find a way to do it all by myself!
- I would like to see you try! - I will!
- Fine! - Fine!
Well, I guess there is something everyone can agree on.
Dr. Farber is an excellent doctor, papi.
Mr. Suarez, how are you feeling?
It's a little chilly. Is there some reason it has to be so cold in here?
Yes. Now, I've reviewed your chart, and I'd like to run some tests.
Dr. Steve was pretty sure it was just a cough.
Two weeks after a quadruple bypass, you can never be too careful.
Yeah, and, papi, Hilda only spoke to Dr. Steve on the phone.
On the phone. Terrific. That's how I order Chinese food.
Breathe.
All right, again.
All right, I want an x-ray. Check for fluid in the lungs,
an EKG, an echo, and draw some blood.
- CBC. Check for Dressler's? - Yeah.
- Dressler's? - Inflammation of the pericardium.
You did the right thing bringing your father in. Who's next?
See? Aren't you glad we came in?
My butt is cold.
You were a killer in there. I am continuously amazed by you.
Well, that makes the two of us.
Marc, don't just stand there like a gay flagpole.
We want to celebrate.
Go get something bubbly and expensive.
Okay. Yeah, it's what I live for.
How you convinced the Guerlain people
to increase their ad buy by 6%, in this market...
Well, you said the advertisers would never do it,
and I saw it as a challenge.
Well, maybe when we meet with
the Jaeger-LeCoultre people this afternoon,
I might get them to increase their ad buy
by, say, 7%.
- What about eight? - How about nine?
- Or maybe... - Ten?
Yes. I want you to give me 10%.
Collette! Klaus! Other Klaus!
You're early!
Jaeger-LeCoultre has put us on a tight schedule,
so we were hoping that Wilhelmina could see us now.
It's funny. You'd think people who work for a watch company
would be precisely on time.
Um...
Follow me.
You know what? It's an American tradition
to circle the building three times before a meeting, sometimes four.
Well, it's a good thing we got him in,
'cause Dr. Farber is running a bunch of tests.
What tests? Is papi okay?
Yeah, but two weeks after a quadruple bypass,
you can never be too careful.
Hilda, that's work. Can I call you back?
Work? Wait a minute, don't tell me you're leaving papi there alone,
because I am up to my ears in teenagers right now.
I cannot just run off.
No, Hilda. I told you I can handle it.
Look, I'll stay here with papi. I'll call you with the results, okay? Bye.
- Amanda. - Hey, Betty.
Some guy from a photo lab called
and said you messengered your phone bill to him.
If he pays it, can I send him our other bills?
What?
Mrs. Meade, can I have that back?
If Daniel's photos went to Suzuki,
then everything's going to go to the wrong place!
- Amanda, I need your help. - And I would totally help you,
but I'm a little busy covering Daniel's desk, like you asked me to.
I know, Amanda, but I'm at the hospital. I can't leave.
Oh, my God, is it your heart?
No, it's my dad. Haven't we had this conversation?
I know, Betty, but these things get passed down. They're generic.
Look, I can't leave my father, so I need your help.
Will you help me track down some of these letters?
Okay, fine. What do you need me to do?
Marc, throw those people out of the conference room.
I need to use it for the Jaeger-LeCoultre meeting.
Actually, I'm in a good mood. I'll throw them out myself.
About that. Collette and the Klauses have already come and gone.
What? They came early? Well, why didn't you come get me?
Because you were busy snorkeling in the Great Barrier Reef.
So I was otherwise occupied. You should've stalled them.
I tried, but that's not the point.
I'm worried, you know, that you know will... You know?
Marc, mince when you walk, not when you talk. What?
I don't want it getting out that the most talented woman in fashion
is missing meetings because her head is elsewhere.
Because I missed one meeting with them?
Our Swiss friends will not leave New York
without an audience with me.
I'll call them. It'll all be fine. You'll see.
Get Klaus on the phone, or Klaus.
Betty! How's your dad?
He's getting tests done, and they won't let me see him.
So, in the meantime, I've been dealing with a little work snafu.
There was a work snafu, huh?
It's all taken care of. Amanda helped me.
Oh! That's great.
The only thing left is something I was hoping I could get done tomorrow.
I have to get Suzuki St. Pierre to swap out your vacation photos
for the new picture of the Halston dress.
Wait, wait. Suzuki St. Pierre has my vacation photos?
Oh, no. You didn't ask me to print out those type of photos, did you?
Again?
Coming up, more life-ruining gossip, but first...
Betty, I have to tell you something. I'm seeing Molly.
What, Connor's Molly?
Look, she was with me in Saint Barts.
Wait, Connor's Molly?
Look, it's not what you think, okay? We are actually in love.
Daniel, you're in love with Connor's Molly?
Could you stop calling her that?
They stopped seeing each other before we got together.
Well, does Connor know about you and...
No. This could be a huge disaster.
I promised Molly I was going to keep this a secret.
You have to get those photos back for me.
Now? Betty, yes, now.
But, Daniel, I'm at the hospital. I have to wait...
Betty, please. There has to be something you can do.
Okay, all right, I'll find a way to get the photos back.
- I promise. - Okay.
Dr. Tesamada, please go to the pharmacy.
Dr. Tesamada to the pharmacy.
Hold it right there, missy. No visitors during medical tests.
I know. I know. I just... I have to tell my dad
I have a work emergency that I've gotta go deal with.
Well, he's gonna be in there for at least four hours.
How you spend your time is up to you.
Okay, well, can you just tell him that I'll be back as soon as possible?
Yeah, okay.
Okay. You can do this, Betty.
- No. - But why not?
Pictures of Daniel Meade having an affair with the fiancée of his CFO?
In my business, we call that news, honey.
But she's not even his fiancée anymore.
They broke up before she went on vacation with Daniel.
- So, see? No scandal! - Or even juicier scandal.
He stole her and they ran away on a sexy Caribbean getaway.
All right, Suzuki, can you just do this as a favor to me?
- Do I know you? - Betty Suarez!
We've met, like, 1,000 times. You've interviewed me.
Sorry, I've been working on this story for months.
Really? 'Cause these pictures literally just fell into your lap.
Just good, solid journalism is what I say,
and I'm going with the story tomorrow, so, goodbye, Benny.
Marc, what the hell? Put me down! What are you doing?
Marc, I was just trying to borrow these. Marc, what?
Oh.
Hello, Marc. Marc's friend.
Actually, it's...
"Marc's friend" is fine.
Oh, my God! Are they...
No, they are absolutely not.
Okay, but you have to swear not to say anything to anyone.
Swear!
Marc, you're hurting me!
- Am I? - Not really.
But I get it, you're serious. I'm not going to say anything to anyone.
God, why are you being so weird, anyway?
Why must God test the pretty people so much more
than the regular, lumpy people?
This is supposed to be my year.
I got into YETI. Willie is co-Editor-In-Chief.
I just don't want her star to wane
before I have a chance to cash in on having worked for her.
You know what I think? Good things come to those who wait.
Plus, it helps being pretty.
Take me, I have always wanted to work Daniel's desk,
and now check me out.
- Do you need to get that? - No, it's fine.
It's just I've never had to deal with a boss
who cared more about sex than work.
Actually, maybe this is what working for Daniel is like.
Why are you looking at me?
- Marc! There you are! I need your help. - I need yours.
When Daniel blows off a meeting to go sleep with some floozy,
- what do you do? - What? Daniel doesn't do that!
Yeah, and this is my real nose, which it totally is.
Okay, so, when Daniel gets distracted by "life," what do you do?
I just like to see those moments as career opportunities,
you know, a chance to step it up, show Daniel what I can do.
- Why? Is Wilhelmina... - No. No. Not at all.
Why would you even say that? But she's a woman. She has needs.
Get over it, Betty. Grow up.
What did you want?
I need to get a gift for Suzuki.
I accidentally sent him something that I need back, and I just...
I have to do it fast so I can get back to the hospital and my dad,
and anyway, I thought you could help me.
A gift for Suzuki St. Pierre?
He's a serious journalist. He's not going to take a bribe.
You need to blackmail him.
What? Bribery, blackmail, that's not what I was talking about.
Well, too bad, 'cause his ex works at Meade,
and that bitch will dish.
Fabian! Fabian!
Hi, you don't know me,
but you might be able to help me with a problem.
I understand you dated Suzuki St. Pierre.
I can't talk about that.
What? I thought you said he'd dish.
Not if you approach him like that.
People who've dated celebrities are really secretive about it.
Hello, I should know.
You've never dated a celebrity.
As far as you know. Jeremy Piven.
Okay, he goosed you on the subway once, Amanda.
You talk about it constantly.
The point is, you have to make him talk. Go put the heat on, sister!
Ah!
Fabian! You have to help me, please?
No, I don't.
You tell her what she needs to know,
or I will tell everyone you have ambiguous genitalia,
yeah, like a Ken doll, and that's the kind of stank that don't wash off.
Is this Suzuki's address?
No. Suzuki St. Pierre does not live in Jersey.
Well, who lives here?
Betty! Thank God I reached you. It is teenage chaos here,
but I just wanted to check and see how papi is doing.
He's fine. The nurse says he's fine.
- Good. Can I talk to him? - No. He...
They won't let anybody see him while he's getting his tests done.
Yeah, I get it. I get it. I'm just worried about him, that's all.
Listen, Betty, thank you.
I know you're crazy juggling Dad and work and everything.
Hilda... Hilda! My hair!
I'm coming!
Betty, let me call you back, all right? But keep me posted. Okay, bye.
Okay, bye.
I guess my photos aren't all that important in the big picture.
They are. They are. I just have a lot on my plate right now.
So, what is it you're hoping to find here?
I have no idea.
Byron Wu? Daniel!
You're not supposed to just go through people's mail.
Well, we want to find out who lives here. Who's Byron Wu?
I don't know. Maybe Suzuki's boyfriend?
Get over here.
Hey, hey!
Nice hustle today, kiddos!
Now let's get dressed, get inside. I'll go grill some brats.
Right. You heard your father.
- Betty, is that Suzuki? - That's his wife and kids?
Hi, Suzuki.
Or should we say Byron?
Crap.
Hit it, hit it, hit it!
That's my boy.
So, when I graduated from Columbia J-School,
you know, I wanted to be Woodward, Bernstein,
but the only jobs available were Britney this, Angelina that.
- But isn't that the stuff you love? - It's the stuff Suzuki loves.
Wait, so, Suzuki St. Pierre is made up?
You think Fashion Buzz would go near a guy like me?
I mean, look at me.
But as a fabulous, bitchy queen,
the fashion world welcomed me with open, well-toned arms.
That's creepy.
Byron, don't forget to take the garbage out when you're done!
Yeah, no prob!
So down to brass tacks, Daniel, Bessy...
- Betty. - Betty.
You know my secret. What do you want?
We are not here to blackmail you.
- We're not? - No, but we do need your help.
Those photos could destroy people's lives, Byron.
You have your own secret. You should understand.
You want me to try hard?
Soft.
I didn't think so.
That was nice work, Betty.
So, Daniel, how long do you plan
on keeping this whole Molly thing a secret?
I don't know,
but sometimes honesty isn't always the best choice, I guess.
I understand that.
It's just secrets kind of have a way of getting out.
Don't even bother with Klaus, either one of them.
Collette's the one with the real power.
The ice queen of Lake Geneva.
Well, I have a feeling you'll be able to melt her.
Just flirt with her a little bit.
- You'd be comfortable with that? - Of course. It's just business.
Well, I'm not sure I'll be able to pull that off.
I can't just turn it on for anybody.
Really? You've flirted with me a million times.
That's because I meant it, because it was you.
So, we have been waiting for
10 minutes.
Well, perhaps if Wilhelmina had one
of your beautiful, elegant, timeless, handcrafted watches...
- We'll come back later. - Wait!
You speak French?
Actually, that's all the French I know,
but if you give me just a few minutes, I know that I can show you
why Mode and Jaeger-LeCoultre are meant to be together.
Excuse me. Where's my father?
- He left. - He left?
But you said he'd be in there for four hours.
I guess he was done early.
- Well, where did he go? - I'm sorry. I don't know what to tell you.
What?
Hilda, I think I might have lost Dad.
All right. Somehow, we have to find a way to get through a whole day
without that always happening.
Nothing wrong with creating a little anticipation for our Swiss friends.
Well, looks to me like your assistant
is doing a pretty good job of entertaining them.
Purse. That's exactly what we could do.
And this is the best part. You're gonna love this.
This is very exciting. So what we do is we...
Collette!
Klaus! Klaus.
I had no idea you were here, which is particularly tragic,
since I specifically told my assistant to call me as soon as you all arrived.
This is beginning to be a problem, so if it happens again,
it'll be back to spritzing perfume at the makeup counter.
That'll be all, Marc.
Nice to look at,
but you could sit a Picasso behind his desk to do the same job.
How could you have lost him?
You promised me you weren't going to leave him.
I know, but there was this emergency at work,
and I might have maybe left for just a minute.
- Betty, I... - I know, I know, you're mad at me.
I'm mad at me, too, but can we just try and find papi?
Look, there's Dr. Farber. Dr. Farber! Hi. Do you know where my dad is?
Yeah, see, my sister sort of lost him.
I talked to your dad maybe... Maybe two hours ago.
But once his tests are completed, he's free to go.
- And you have no idea where he went? - Can't be far.
Two weeks after major surgery, he's not gonna be running a marathon.
Look, I wouldn't worry about him.
His tests came back normal. He's going to be totally fine.
- That's great! Thank you. - Not a problem.
Did you hear that? Papi's going to be fine!
Yeah. So he didn't have to come to the hospital at all.
Hilda, where are you going? The doctor said papi's going to be fine.
Yeah, I heard what he said.
Well, then what is wrong with you?
He was already fine
until you came in and decided we had to take him
to some fancy Manhattan doctor,
and I thought for a second, "Okay, maybe Betty's right.
"Maybe we need to be more nervous. "
But you got me scared for no reason.
Well, what was I supposed to do?
If something's wrong, then we have to know about it.
I'll tell you what you could have done.
You could have stopped trying so hard to control everything
that you scared me half to death.
Hilda, if there is a problem, then we can't just ignore it.
You always do this.
And you always make me feel like everything I do is wrong.
Like, if I don't do things your way, then I don't love papi!
When have I ever said that?
It's not what you say. It's how you act.
This is exactly like when Mom was sick. Everything had to be your way.
Hilda, when Mom got sick, you disappeared.
You went off with Santos or wherever,
and I stayed home and took care of papi.
Like I'm doing now.
You're in Manhattan. You got your job. You got your apartment.
Where are you?
Where am I?
I am here! I have been here every day.
Do you have any idea what I have had to give up
so that I could be at home helping out...
You want to talk about sacrifice, Betty?
I live at home. I work at home.
And now with papi sick, I gotta fight you to take one job.
Well, I need your help. I guess I can't do it all by myself.
Yeah, I guess you can't.
What...
You know what bothers me the most, Betty,
of all your lecturing?
You weren't even there. I was the one in the ambulance.
I was the one who was holding his hand,
and I thought he was going to die, and you know where you were?
You were in the city. You were at some party.
That is not fair, Hilda.
Don't you think it kills me that I wasn't there?
I think about it every single day.
It's Justin. Hello?
Mom? Grandpa's home.
Okay, papi's fine. He's at home.
All right. Love you.
Bluebird?
Come on, I'm not stupid.
Look, I know you're fighting,
but what I can't live with is that you're fighting because of me.
- Papi, that's not true. - Papi, honestly...
Please. Now, you both are strong, intelligent, capable women,
but you can't do it all.
So, I've decided.
I'm hiring a nurse to help take some of the burden.
- What? - What?
- We cannot afford that. - And you're not a burden.
Stop. We can afford it.
I went to the Medicaid office and found out
that they'll help pay for a part-time nurse.
"Help"? What's that supposed to mean?
It means we'll manage.
Look, I can't control what happens to me,
but I can control some things, and I won't come between you two.
You could use a trim.
I'm sorry I wasn't there that night, Hilda.
If I could go back and change it, I would.
I don't know what I would have done...
A little gift from our new friends at Jaeger-LeCoultre.
We landed the account. Nice work.
Great. Now I won't be late to any meetings.
I'm sorry, did I miss something?
You're my assistant. You took a hit for me.
I brought you a fancy gift.
I expect gratitude, not attitude.
I'm sorry, Willie.
But that was humiliating for me. I was doing really well in there...
It doesn't matter how well you were doing.
They didn't come here to be pitched by some assistant.
They came here to be pitched by Wilhelmina Slater.
Well, maybe I wouldn't have had to step in if you hadn't been...
If I hadn't what?
It's just that I thought after four years, I might be able to...
Getting thrown under the bus to make me look good
is part of your job.
Unless, of course, you'd like to find another one?
No, I don't want another job. I...
Never mind. You're right. Thanks.
Hey, sweetie.
Okay, what's the matter?
So, you know how we dodged a bullet with our vacation photos?
Yeah.
Look at Page Six, behind Heidi and Spencer.
You're cut out of the picture, but I'm not.
Are you done with that?
I'm off. Lunch with Tom Ford.
But Proenza Schouler are coming to meet with you at noon.
Those ad meetings are so tiresome. Why don't you take it?
If you think you can handle it. Of course I can always...
Give my love to Tom and his chest hair!
Cable, we can totally just steal from upstairs.
And we both have cell phones, so we don't need a land line.
Plus, I gave that number out to too many weirdoes anyway.
Oh, my God, we have so many.
There's electric and gas and maintenance and Bergdorf's.
God, it is so hard to know which one to sacrifice, you know?
Mmm-hmm.
Amanda, I have to tell you something.
- You're moving out. - How did you know?
Because your family needs you right now,
and you're good like that.
Yeah.
A dream of togetherness
Turned into a brighter mess
A faint sign my spoken best
Now, now