Oh, Anton was right. The schoolteacher's absolutely gorgeous. All right, look, whatever issues you have, just leave them at the door tonight. This launch party better go smoothly.
There is no place that I would rather be. Except for maybe Fallujah, getting my fingernails ripped out.
Ella, I'm serious. Being Riley's handler means she's within ten feet of you at all times. With Anton in Milan, it's our job to make sure Riley's story gets out there.
Caleb, Riley is an adult. Expertly potty-trained. Trust me, all I need to do is go and drink the free champagne.
You're doing this. Direct orders from New York.
Oh, well, you can tell New York that when we're looking for their opinion, we'll ask.
[shows up unexpectedly at the door] Why don't you tell New York yourself?
Amanda, um, I thought you weren't, uh, visiting for another two weeks.
You know how I love surprises. This LA branch is drowning in red like a steer in a slaughterhouse. Now, when I hired you to give this place a makeover, I didn't mean smear it with lipstick and turn it into a five-dollar hooker. This office is pathetic.
Uh, Amanda, you hired me to revamp this company from the ground up. I'm still establishing new client relationships. Anton V, for example. This could be a hugely successful campaign.
Anton V? More like Anton Y. As in, why are we spending so many man hours on a denim line? And I think we both know what I mean by man hours. You could have been a leader, Caleb, but your focus shifted from your client's assets to your client's ass. You're fired. Get out. Take your bat and balls with you.
What do you think you're doing?
Bringing you your wardrobe. And hi.
I just read the bio you sent me. Every word is a lie.
Wait. What are you talking about? What's going on?
"Raised by a single mother in a low-income household, Riley Richmond fought gang violence on the rough streets of Boston's Roxbury neighborhood. Her dreams to teach brought her to LA, where Anton V discovered her on a playground and changed her life forever."
Ella... Riley's from Beacon Hill. Her dad's an attorney who argues in front of the Supreme Court, and her mom's an editor for The Boston Globe.
Exactly. The masses don't relate to private schools and brownstones.
Riley's punishment was not getting her ten grand. Why torture her? What does she matter to WPK?
She doesn't matter to WPK, at all. But she matters to you. So if you plan on staying around for more than a week, you need to show me that you are capable of putting your work above everything else, including your friendships. Call the school. Tell them what she did.
Ms. Woodward... if that's what it takes to be you, then... I'm sorry. I guess I'm not interested.
What's up with the harvest fest in my living room?
Just how super sweet and romantic you were. And some other stuff that I couldn't hear over the sound of my own gagging. David! When did you get cute?
Just a little dinner. It's not a big deal.
Uh-huh. Okay, fine. Play it cool, but I know that you're a cheese ball at heart.
I just clicked on this link David sent me, and now I have these pop-ups of naked women all over my desktop.
Oh, that sounds like a random malware installer. That's easy to get rid of.
I'm kidding. I never click on David's links. And since when are naked women a bad thing?
Um, I'll let you know as soon as I read a company handbook.
Yeah, I'm not sure if we have one of those, although I would not be surprised if Amanda put one out written in blood.
Wait, I thought you worshipped her.
I do, but apparently, the feeling is not mutual. Look, I am on such thin ice right now that I should be wearing a wetsuit under my dress.
[referring to Sydney's death] You must've been devastated when you found out.
Oh, yeah. That was a total shock.
Really? I mean, when she told me that you two had reignited that old flame, I thought she'd really gone off the deep end. I didn't think that she would actually end up floating facedown in it.
I didn't realize you two talked. Let me guess. You ran into each other at a support group for women who fake their own deaths?
Oh, don't worry. I didn't come here to point fingers. I'm looking for something I loaned Sydney before she died. It's not worth much, just a lot of sentimental value.
Oh, what could possibly have sentimental value to Amanda Woodward? Some kind of medieval torture device?
Look, Jonah, I'm not like you. Okay, I'm not some jack-of-all-trades. I know how to do one thing and one thing only, and that's spin stories. I've been doing it since I was in pigtails.
Why does that not surprise me? You probably got so many freebies from the ice cream man.
Don't you just love living here?
I'm an old friend of your father and Syd's. Actually, we all used to live here.
Good times. Hey, was there something in the chlorine back then that made you guys all so twisted?
Actually, I'm not sure it dissipated. Stealing art? Isn't that kind of a twisted way to make a living?
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
Well, before Syd died, we reconnected, and she opened up to me. About a lot. David, I-I gave her something of mine, a keepsake. It hasn't shown up in her belongings.
I'm not a lost-and-found.
Well, if you don't have what I'm looking for, maybe you could help me find it.
Look, I'm all for helping out strangers in need, but after you walk in here accusing me of being some criminal, I think I'll pass.
All right. Just know that as an upstanding citizen, I may have to do whatever it takes to protect the community from thieves like you.
[shows up when David and Lauren are kissing] Oh, geez. Please don't tell me you called me out here to be the "P" in PDA.
I texted you because I have an announcement to make.
Hey, what's going on, David?
Last night, the police arrested my father. He was the one who murdered Sydney. We all know that Auggie was innocent, and now with the right man in custody, it's only a matter of time before he's exonerated.
I hope there's a greeting card for "sorry we all thought you stabbed the landlord to death."
Talk to me, Ella. Yawning, the pacing around the apartment in the middle of the night. Let me guess. Still nothing but radio static from Jonah?
Deafening radio static. I mean, I did sell him down the river on that director credit, but... How am I supposed to apologize to him when he won't answer my phone calls? He's not even reading my BBMs.
What's going on with you, El? The amount of people you've had mad at you, I have yet to see you get this bent out of shape over it.
I don't know. I mean, maybe it's because Jonah is one of the only guys I've ever known who I can truly be myself with. He gets me.
Me... and Jonah an item? Lor. You and your scandalous imagination are spiraling out of control. It's kind of cute though.
[In a flashback of Amanda's. New York. Amanda enters a church pew and Sydney is already there.]
Atoning for your laundry list of sins? You're gonna be here a long time.
Look what the Santa Anas blew in. Did you follow me here?
You're a thief, Sydney. I want it back. Now.
Why would I ever steal from the big bad Amanda Woodward?
I told you. I never received the painting.
I didn't have it stolen from an Upper East Side co-op so it could be sent third class mail. That painting was worth nineteen million dollars.
Which my client in Hong Kong would gladly pay if I actually had it.
Who betrayed whom? Aren't you the one who slept with my boyfriend?
Boyfriend? Uh, Michael is happily married, Sydney. You and I were just strolls down memory lane for him. Don't use him as an excuse to steal from me.
I thought we were friends, Amanda.
Friends. We were business partners. I found the paintings, you turned them into cash. It was all working so well until you got greedy, stabbed me in the back.
Don't you ever get tired of falsely accusing people? Even the Lord rested on the seventh day.
You'll never get away with this. I want that painting, and I'll do whatever it takes to get it back. [gets up and leaves the church]
[throws a white scarf at Jonah, who's sitting at his computer] Ungaro is the closest thing I have to a white flag. [he drops the scarf on the floor] So how long do you plan on hating me? Because these heels make walking on eggshells very tough.
Oh, I'm sorry. Did, um, selling me out inconvenience you?
Okay, look, Jonah, I get it, all right? I mean, you have a million reasons why you should hate my guts, but... Not having you in my life, it really sucks, Jonah.
Hey! I walk around all day acting like some unflappable tough-as-nails bitch who doesn't give a damn what anybody thinks about me, but when I'm with you, I just... I don't know. You make me feel like I'm better than that.
Oh, I'm so happy I could help boost your self-esteem.
[In a flashback of Vanessa's]
Ah, sweetheart. I did you a favor. Don't you wanna know your husband is a lying, cheating pig?
VVanessa
He lied and cheated because of you.
Maybe if you had kept him satisfied, he wouldn't have turned to old flames to fill the void.
VVanessa
[noticing David passed out in Sydney's bed] Oh, my God. David? You really are a whore.
Takes one to know one. Mancini men are irresistible, aren't they? Secret's out, Vanessa. Boy gets pretty chatty when he's drunk.
VVanessa
That was a long time ago, Michael and I weren't even married.
Hm, it was five years ago according to David. By the way, isn't Noah five?
