TTaryn
[after Jonah finishes shooting the video] So, you're coming to the loft party, right?
Uh, I don't know. That's the first I've heard of it.
TTaryn
Oh. Well, apparently, there's a stripper pole in one of the bedrooms. So, I was thinking you could grab that camera and direct me in something a little more private.
That sounds like a very interesting project, but... I'm gonna have to pass.
TTaryn
So I guess it's true: once gun-shy, always gun-shy. Pow. Bye.
Ella
What, you're not into rock stars? Guess schoolteacher's more your speed.
It's been a long day, Ella.
Ella
You're not seriously going home to your bride-in-waiting?
Yeah, I treated her like crap today, El. None of this means anything unless I have someone to share it with.
Ella
You were brilliant today, Jonah. When you focus and you execute, you're unstoppable. Why would you let anyone come in the way of that?
Because I'm not like you, El. I can't just turn off my emotions, okay? When I said I wasn't thinking about Riley, she was still on my mind. She's always with me.
Ella
Well, then I hope she likes bar mitzvahs and birthday parties. Because if you don't start putting your career first, that's all you're gonna have to share with her. Think about it.
Ella
If I'm eavesdropping correctly, you just scored yourself another date.
Hardly. It's drinks with a fellow intern.
Ella
Hot intern?
Ella
Yes, but is she hot?
[referring to Jane, Sydney's sister] Hey, what do you think of our new landlord?
Ella
Well, I can certainly see the family resemblance. She's got Syd's fangs.
Shouldn't you be bobbing for olives in your after-party martini?
Ella
Change of plans. I canceled the red carpet close-ups for Jane's dress.
Won't that be the shot heard around the courtyard?
Ella
It doesn't matter. After I spread the word that Abby Douglas hated her dress, Jane's samples won't be fit to mop floors.
Yeah. I don't know if that's gonna be enough to stop whatever she has planned for you. Let me take care of it.
Ella
You?
Yeah. Jane was married to my father. The skeletons won't take long to find. I'll bury her.
Ella
Wow. I don't think anyone's ever offered to destroy an enemy of mine before. David... That's almost... romantic.
Or we could say that it's all about the thrill of victory.
Ella
Go with romantic... [they kiss] Let's go work on that alibi.
Ella
I got the oddest e-mail from Jane. All's forgiven.
Ella
Uh-huh.
Ella
You know what could have changed her mind?
Ella
Wow. You weren't kidding about the toxic waste buried in your family history. Just so we're clear...
Ella
What you did... amazing. But last night? Total one-off. [referring to their kiss]
Why? You can't tell me you didn't have a good time.
Ella
Oh, don't flatter yourself, David. I always have a good time.
[shows Dante Zaretti's mug shot to Ella] You know him?
Ella
Who doesn't? Dante Zaretti. P.I. to the stars.
Have you ever used his services?
Ella
Half of my clients are married to cheating, drug-abusing, tax-evading celebutards. I have five P.I.'s on speed dial. That's not a crime. Why am I here?
We're still trying to account for your timeline the night Sydney Andrews died.
Ella
Didn't we cover this?
Ella
Like I said the first time, I left Coal at midnight. And then I went home and spent the night molesting my neighbor, David Breck. It's okay, he's over 18.
[In a flashback of Ella's]
Ella
Oh, well, hello to you, too, Syd. I have a conference call with New York, so...
I had another gallery showing last night, and only made one sale. No one showed up. Your publicity blitz was a complete and utter failure.
Ella
Come on. I wrangled more buyers through those doors than anybody at this company.
Well, they weren't there last night.
Ella
Syd, you are being unreasonable. I got you write-ups in the LA Times, The Weekly, even Vanity Fair. It is not my fault if nobody likes the art.
We had a deal. I turn you into a real publicist, and you promote my gallery. What am I supposed to tell my artists when they start pulling their work off the walls?
Ella
I don't know. Paint prettier pictures.
El, if I'm gonna be your alibi, I need to know the real story.
Ella
Okay. Only if you promise not to tell a soul.
Ella
I mean it, David. You say anything, and I will tell everyone that behind all the Prada, you're really the prince of San Berdoo.
Cough it up, El. What are you hiding?
Ella
Okay. You want to know the truth? The night Sydney died... I slept with a client.
Ella
I slept with a client.
That's it? That's your big confession?
Ella
Well, it is when their high-profile wife is also a client. Look, if this hit the blogosphere, I'd get 15 minutes of fame and a lifetime of peddling In-N-Out burgers.
[referring to Dante] If we can confirm his story, you can bet your Burberry you'll be arrested for murder.
Ella
Well, that's one big "if", Detective. Good luck with that.
Oh, I'm not so sure I'm gonna need any luck. It's gonna feel real good when I get to tighten those handcuffs around those adorable little wrists of yours.
Ella
Aren't you late for your power cocktails with the velvet mafia pre-Laker game?
Oh, I got a half hour and a vested interest in women's trendy denim.
Ella
Or more like a vested interest in what's under Anton's hemp boxer briefs.
Hot, talented, successful... He's more than mere hookup material. I'd date him.
Ella
That is so cute.
So, how's the press kit coming along?
AAnton
[to Jonah, away from Ella and Caleb] No! Jonah, we need to see the details, okay?!
Ella
Go. I'll take care of this. I mean, you don't want to be sober for tip-off.
Ella, keep Anton happy. Oh, and, uh... find out if he's dating anybody.
Ella
Ooh, I like it.
Ella
Anton V wants you to model for his new line.
Okay, I've had a really long day, and I'm not in the mood to be mocked.
Ella
I... am as serious as a shoe sale at Barneys.
I don't understand. Anton knows I'm not a model.
Ella
And that is exactly why he wants you.
[about shooting Riley] This is never gonna work. She's a total amateur.
Ella
Well, that's why Anton hired her—a real girl for real denim. Oh, come on. Models are like jeans. You just have to break them in a little bit.
I see this all the time with the new girls. You know, she's just afraid to lose her inhibitions. I need hot, I need sexy.
How am I doing? Is everything okay?
Yeah. You're doing great. I'm just gonna shake it up a bit, look for a different look, so, um, keep the jeans and lose the top. [Riley looks shocked at Ella]
Ella
Maybe you shouldn't have pushed her so hard.
It's what I do. Until she's able to tap into who she really is, she should stick to the ABC's instead of selling out for a pair of jeans and a few thousand bucks.
Ella
Selling out? I'm sorry, weren't you the one who traded in the refugee camps for a 12-page spread in Vogue? Maybe Riley wasn't the only one posing out there today.