"previously on privileged... you're writing an unauthorized biography of laurel?" "if i could turn back time and unlearn what i learned, i would." "what do you know?" "your husband robert returned from vietnam, and you gave birth to your daughter carolyn only 7 months later." "we're going out." "Uh, no, you're not." "we have a study session, remember?" "i'm exhausted." "Yeah, me, too." "i didn't know we'd be out that late." "i've drafted a few pretty pathetic emails just in case you never call me back." "i would never not call you back." "man: good morning, palm beach." "It's 7 a.M., and this is wally weinger here to pour your first cup of morning joe." "mmm, mmm!" "smells- nice try, wally, but i've been up for an hour." "morning." "hey." "'sup, will?" "hey." "Well, well, well." "somebody fell out of bed and into a makeover." "what's the occasion, red?" "there's no occasion." "heh." "So... has will stopped by yet?" "just wondering, um, you know, too see if he drank all the coffee." "just, like, a fresh pot is all i'm sayin'." "look at me." "good will hunting- you had sex." "what?" "!" "no." "no, no, no." "No." "We just... we kissed." "Oh." "Well, that's a little pg-13 for my taste, but i'm happy for you." "well, don't be. 'cause i'm not sure what it means yet." "i mean, yes..." "The kiss was great." "but was it a one-time thing?" "was it something that happened spontaneously?" "was it something that he had planned on doing for a while?" "is megan someone who thinks too much, or is megan someone who thinks way too much?" "ok." "These are just a few of the questions that i have." "and the sooner i get answers, the better, because i can't be all heidi klum-ing it every morning wondering if will's here." "Will's here." "morning." "uh..." "Can we talk?" "yeah." "Sure." "oh, please." "so..." "Yesterday... kissing." "It was good." "it was-it was topnotch kissing." "i agree." "we should do that again." "really?" "um... ok." "Good." "well, that answers my first question." "uh, what's your next question?" "you and lily?" "you know, you guys were hanging out for a while, and it hasn't been that long since you've stopped hanging out, so i was just wondering if you and i started hanging out, that" "i get it." "But you don't have to worry." "this isn't a rebound thing." "ok." "i mean, i've been out with a few women since lily and i broke things off." "so, by definition- oh." "uh, but you rebounded and... scored." "Look at me using the sports metaphors." "megan - are you still dating all of those girls, or women, or whatever?" "i mean, i wasn't expecting us to become automatically exclusive." "no." "No, no, no." "Me, either." "I mean, come on." "it's not like i'm canceling any of my upcoming dates just 'cause we spontaneously kissed." "well, it wasn't that spontaneous." "i've been wanting to do that for a while." "but i don't need to hear about all your upcoming dates, just as long as you promise to keep me in the mix, huh?" "i'll see if i can fit you in." "good." "i'm late for tennis." "i'm gonna need to get me some upcoming dates." "hi, ladies." "Hi." "Hi." "oh, my god." "Jordanna, i love your bag." "who's the designer?" "i am." "i took my design to this woman, traneka." "she's an up-and-comer in south beach, and she made this exclusive bag just for me." "it's one of a kind." "Oh." "That's awesome." "do you get your jewelry at color me mine?" "mrs." "Winrow:" "ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats." "we have a lot of ground to cover this morning." "I have the results of your english final on a farewell to arms." "nice work, sage." "though, i don't believe the retreating italians were as focused on the style of their uniforms, as you suggest." "i was expecting more." "unh." "It's too early for phones." "ohh, god." "It's gotta be megan." "heh." "megan, mandy says it's too early for phones, and i have to agree." "oh, mandy's there." "Good." "Good." "That's even better." "Can i talk to her?" "uhh." "she wants to talk to you." "what?" "mm-hmm." "hello?" "mandy!" "hi." "How are you?" "i'm fine." "Ok, look." "So, quick question." "do you know of any single guys my age?" "uh, you mean, like, to date?" "uh, probably." "looks aren't the most important thing, obviously." "and-oh, but it would be nice if he was tall and with a sense of humor." "Oh, no smokers." "ok." "I'm sorry." "I know this is a lot to ask." "it's sort of an emergency situation." "i'm trying to level the playing field - not literally speaking, but, like, emotionally - level an emotional playing field." "uh, there is a guy at the crab shack who just broke up with his girlfriend-antoine." "if you think he's nice, then i'm for it." "set it up." "Sure thing." "bye, megan." "ugh." "She talks too fast." "why does she want you to set her up?" "mmm." "Shh." "we're going back to sleep now." "this is a very sweet picture." "is that your father?" "yeah." "how are things going with him?" "good." "we're having lunch next week." "That's nice." "uh..." "Well, this is a little bit embarrassing for me." "I'm not quite sure how to begin." "oh, it's just that ever since you came across my..." "Secret, you brought up things i haven't thought about in years." "and now i find myself unable to stop thinking about them." "and frankly, you're the only one i can talk to, because you're the only one who knows." "sure, sure." "Yeah." "Um, well, that makes sense." "well, you're a writer." "you..." "Must be curious who the man is." "curious?" "not really." "No." "i took the proverb about the cat quite seriously." "his name was miles." "Killed the cat- just, dead cat." "miles franklin is carolyn's biological father." "robert and i were married right after high school and were desperate to get out of maine." "once we decided on new york, i did what every young girl did and got myself a secretarial job at a law firm." "that's where i met miles." "he was a lawyer?" "and my boss." "we flirted." "It was harmless... until robert got drafted." "and then a few months later, he went missing." "i was inconsolable." "and then, one night, miles was there, and... just happened." "6 weeks later, robert returned home." "not dead." "i couldn't believe it." "Next day i quit my job." "and, well, it was only a few weeks later, i discovered i was pregnant." "did miles know?" "nobody knew." "then robert just assumed that the baby was premature." "and i certainly never corrected him." "i couldn't bear to." "he was the love of my life." "and miles?" "miles was the flame that never went out." "it's been 40 years, and i have never told a single person this story." "i never thought i could." "len is on the phone." "He says it's important." "i'll be right there." "thank you, megan." "i needed to get that off my chest." "which of the founding fathers lived in a house called monticello?" "hint-his face is on the nickel." "like we work with nickels." "sage... fine." "Thomas jefferson." "yes." "Ok." "Ok, which author of the federalist papers was killed in a duel with vice president aaron burr?" "rose?" "i don't know." "just think for a second." "i just said i don't know." "ok." "Well, your history final is friday." "Now is not the time to choke." "well, stop pushing me and maybe i won't." "ok." "Maybe it's time for a chocolate break." "i'm feeling s'mores." "Anyone?" "super." "you go start the campfire and we'll catch up." "look, sweetie, don't stress out, ok?" "you got this." "remember how worried you were about getting through a farewell to arms?" "and you ended up loving that book." "speaking of which, how did you do on that exam?" "we haven't gotten it back yet." "oh." "Well, i'm sure you did great." "wow." "ha ha!" "look who's crossed over to the dark side." "mwah." "ohh, marco, the smell of your muffins literally pulled me out of bed." "well, they were popovers, thank you, but there are none left." "that's my fault." "you can have the rest of this one if you want." "uh- i got a job interview." "oh." "Good luck." "just so you know, i haven't brushed my teeth." "and i had pickles on my taco last night, so it's disastrous in here." "thanks for the warning." "I was actually waiting for you." "what are you doing tonight?" "tonight?" "yeah." "I was planning on giving the proper 3-day notice, but i snagged a reservation for us at mizaka." "Are you free?" "um, hmm." "Yes." "yes, i- um, i'm free tonight." "for a second, i thought that i wasn't." "it's thursday night, actually, that i have plans." "Mm-hmm." "great." "I'll pick you up at 8:00." "ok." "Oh-pickles." "Heh." "heh." "ohh." "Just so you know, this is not how i wanted to look when i see the guy that i'm trying to be casual about casually dating." "but mentioning your pickle breath is a rock solid turnon." "so, pray tell, who are you seeing thursday night?" "his name is antoine." "And i thought the worst thing about him was that his message says, "hey, it's antoine." "Leave a message." "Rock on."" "there's something worse than that?" "oh, he wasn't saying "rock on." he was saying "rock om,"" "as in om shanti." "Cancel immediately." "i can't." "Many went through all this trouble." "who cares?" "you shouldn't feel like you have to date a bunch of people just because will is." "Oh, he didn't say he was dating a bunch of people." "He said he was dating a couple people." "and i can't believe you were listening to us yesterday." "you can't?" "that's adorable." "Ok, um, this is not only about will." "I mean, yes, obviously, that's what started all of this." "But then i realized, you know, i gotta start dating like a normal person." "well, there's nothing normal about you." "That's what makes you so cute." "no, that's what makes me so single." "usually, when i like a guy, i spend all of my time obsessing about him." "but last night, instead of sitting in my room waiting to see if will was gonna call, i was on the phone with antoine." "chanting to the hindu god?" "shut it." "Rock om." "the point is, i'm all about having lots of eggs in the basket." "yes, yes, yes." "I might like one egg more than the other." "but the fact that i have other eggs takes the pressure off the one egg that i really like, so it won't crack." "i have no idea what you just said." "but all of a sudden, now i'm jonesing for an omelet." "hmm." "what time is it?" "sorry." "I didn't mean to wake you." "Go back to sleep." "oh." "What are you doing up so early?" "study group doesn't start until noon." "yeah, i know." "I'm just getting a head start on the day." "i'll see you at school." "rose?" "wtf, dude?" "i got your text." "yes." "Sit down." "Oh." "i was wondering if you would like to resume work on my biography." "seriously?" "our talk yesterday made me realize how right you were." "i mean, your initial take on the book makes more sense to me now." "i mean, all great biographies reveal secrets about their subjects." "exactly." "That's what i thought." "i suppose that my desire to keep my past in the past kept me from fully understanding your perspective." "but, well, now that you know everything, i say let's rip off the scab and start with miles." "see what else you can find out about him." "dive into the juicy stuff." "Ok." "Great." "i'll get right on it." "Heh." "clearly, lying to megan was just the gateway drug." "don't make me feel bad." "Uhh." "don't make you feel bad about deceiving your sister who loves you?" "suck it." "I'm about to go postal on your ass." "i'm sorry." "I had to ditch today." "i don't care that you ditched." "but if you're gonna go shopping, i want in." "i didn't go shopping..." "Technically." "where did you technically go?" "i bought something." "but it's not anything you want or need." "So... what is it?" "come here." "i bought the history test." "you what?" "!" "shh!" "what do you mean, you bought the test?" "where?" "how?" "it doesn't matter." "And anyway, it's all fine now." "where is it?" "it's in my bag." "let me see it." "Why?" "uhh." "I'm not gonna copy it." "I just want to see it." "oh, my god." "i think you're taking this bad girl thing a little too seriously." "maybe we should start smaller-you know, like adding some leather to your wardrobe." "i'm not trying to be bad, ok?" "i had to buy this test, or i'm not gonna pass the class." "yeah." "But if you get caught, that's it." "You're expelled." "so, i'm not gonna get caught." "Ok... so, what's the plan, then?" "are you gonna memorize all the answers?" "i guess." "it's gonna be kind of tough to memorize 50 random letters in a row." "are you gonna write the answers on your arm and wear long sleeves?" "i don't know!" "god." "ok." "You seriously need to invest in some prozac, because this edgy thing is really starting to bug." "you don't understand." "english was the only class i was doing well in, and that "d" just totally screwed everything up, ok?" "so, i have to ace the rest of these finals, or my average is gonna go down, and i'll be held back." "rose, listen to me." "you're psycho-panicking right now." "?" "i do not know what creature i just ate, but it was fantastic." "that's squid heart." "oh, my god." "i'm kidding." "I'm sorry." "but i do love it when your face does that." "so, how did the job interview go today?" "uh, it went well." "I think." "i don't know." "You never know." "there aren't that many jobs out there, especially when your focus is in sports photography." "well, have you thought about exploring other options in photography, like, i don't know, head shots?" "just to pay the bills until the perfect job comes along?" "well, i'm not really in it for the cash." "heh." "Right." "Billionaire." "ok, moving on." "Heh heh." "heh." "what?" "what's so funny?" "nothing." "Um... well, that was just the first lull in our conversation, and i didn't freak out." "do lulls normally freak you out?" "oh, yeah." "Yes." "usually, when there is an awkward silence, my head starts to race, and i fill it with useless, nervous banter." "Nut, um... i don't know." "With you, i... i feel totally comfortable." "so, you mean you're not like this with all your other dates." "oh, well, i'm pretty new to the casual dating scene." "it's kind of a nightmare out there, isn't it?" "i don't know." "I mean, i've always thought dating was kind of fun." "you think dating is fun?" "sure." "I mean, think about it." "you learn all kiof new things from people." "are you learning anything from me?" "every day." "like, did you that some people are afraid of lulls?" "heh heh heh!" "mm-hmm." "i'm running 10 minutes late." "Don't wait for me." "wesn't gonna." "oh, megan - just the person i wanted to see." "how is it going with our project?" "any updates on miles?" "not yet." "I sort of hit a wall with the research." "what kind of wall?" "well, the law firm that you used to work at is not showing up anywhere, and there's a thousand miles franklins online." "i just-i need some more informqtion to narrow the search." "well, uh, his wife's name was jessica." "perhaps that will help." "oh, definitely." "I've been checking the obituaries, and any fact- obituaries?" "you think he's dead?" "well, i-i don't know." "I just- obituaries can be a good search engine to narrow the results." "oh." "Well, i see." "keep me posted on whatever you find, huh?" "ok." "Laurel- um, never mind." "I'll keep working on mt." "heh." "hey." "Hi." "i figured it was safe, since i know what you had for dinner last night- no pickles." "No pickles." "by the way- i had so much fun." "yeah?" "me, too." "we should do that again soon." "i was thinking that." "yeah?" "and i saw online that there's a whole kubrick retrospective down on las olas." "oh, yeah." "I heard about that." "Yeah." "you want to go tonight?" "uh, i can't tonight." "but tomorrow is good." "Can you do tomorrow?" "uh, yeah." "yeah." "Tomorrow is great." "great." "Well, i'm excited." "Too." "i'll call you later and we'll it up." "Ok." "all right." "isn't tomorrow thursday?" "leave me alone." "happened to your other egg?" "i'll deal with it." "crack." "hey." "hey." "What's up?" "nothing." "Not much." "What are you doing?" "magpie!" "time, no see." "hey, sammy." "Megan, you're loooing hot." "you should lave worked this look in high school." "i beu would have gotten laid a lot more." "shut up, sammy." "so, when did you guys get back together?" "a few weeks ago." "she just can't keep her hands off me." "ok." "I'll see you later." "bye." "well, that's fine." "I just won't pay my rent until it's fixed." "that's all." "oh, yeah, like you're really gonna get lawyers involved." "hey." "Did you know that lily and sleazy sammy got back together?" "yeah." "Sucks, right?" "very much so." "Anyway, listen." "i've got to ca my date with antoine." "Oh, my god." "Is he here?" "oh, i don't think so." "He usually works nights." "hey, megan." "Hey, mandy." "I'm gla you're here." "hey, did it go ok with bob?" "is he gonna fix the pipe?" "actually, no." "He hung upme." "and i think he might have even been threatening- shh..." "Oot." "He is here." "what?" "oh, my god." "It's cool." "it's not like he knows what you look like." "are we talking about antoine?" "oh." "Well, you want to meet him now befoou go o]t?" "uh, no, no, no." "I, um, don't want to meet him." "ihave to reschedule." "Oh, ok." "No biggie." "or cancel." "I might want to cancel the date completely." "i'm just not really sure that i'm into the idea of going out on a blind date witheone." "then why did you ask her to set you up in the first place?" "because will is dating a lot of other people, and i thought i had to date a lot of other people to make things even." "wait." "You're going out with will?" "i did go out witll." "It was great." "but now he's on a date with someone else tonight, and that is not great." "Well, if he't a date with sne else, then why are you canceling on antoine?" "because- because she likes will." "so, why waste antoine's time?" "it's true." "because she might like antoine more than will." "íhat's the point of dating more than one guy at a time." "also true." "She's not gonna like antoine more than will." "How do you know?" "because i know megan." "oh." "Well, if you wanna break the date, go ahead." "but it just seems like a lot of drama over this will guy who may not be as into you as you are into him." "just calling it like i see it." "don't let her bum you out." "she's all about the tough love." "no, she's right, though." "I mean, it's obvious." "i am way more into this than he is." "maybe now, but that will change." "Give him time." "how do you know?" "because you're the kind of girl guys fall in love with... whether you believe it or not." "mmm, charlie." "heh heh." "b where is it?" "calm down." "You're getting all perspire-y." "you look like the help." "oh, come on." "Just give me the test." "he and i got you a present." "just open it." "wow." "It's- oh, it's so cute." "Thank you." "it's more than cute." "It's effective." "look at your test, then look at your purse." "i went that that traneka woman that did jordanna's purse and had this made for you." "every yellow letter is an answer on the test." "just start reading from the bull's-eye and work your way ou ok... oh, my god." "You're a genius!" "heh heh." "nah, i've just been bad for way longer than you." "practice makes perfect." "i thought you didn't want me to cheat." "I don't." "but if you're gonna do it, you might as well do it right." "you know, you can get in as much trouble as me if you get caught." "we could both get expelled." "i know." "but if you're going down, i'm going down witu." "i feel really bad, antoine." "I mean, obviously, if i knew i was going to portland for this long, then i would never- uh-huh." "oh." "Ok." "Well, that's nice of you." "i- i wish you inner peace, too." "mm-hmm." "Ok." "Bye-bye." "hey." "hi." "is everything ok?" "yeah, yeah." "i - i was actually calling to see if you were ok." "i'm fine." "Why?" "n- nothing, no." "i just, um, well, we haven't spoken in a while." "and now you and sammy are back together and- i didn't think you wanted to hear from me." "you're right." "I, um, i didn't." "well, that's over." "So, we can move on, right?" "yeah." "Ok." "so, um... when did you guys hook up again?" "i mean, it's not that shocking." "We've been on and off for, like, 3 years now." "oh." "Well- i didn't realize." "he's not as bad as he used to be." "Besides, me and sammy are cut from the same cloth." "we make sense together." "yeah." "That's good." "making sense together- that's, um, that's hard to find." "Exactly." "it makes it so much easier when you're on the same page... or whatever." "so, you really called just 'cause you were worried about me?" "yeah." "I really did." "heh." "You want to cook up some ramen at my place?" "you can choose whatever chemical flavoring you like best." "what's wrong?" "well, bob decided not to fix the broken pipe in my bathroom." "but he did decide to raise my rent, which means that i'm probably gonna have to find a new place to live." "what?" "when did this happen?" "a couple hours ago." "But you and megan were still talking, so- well, you should have told me." "i'm not one to fight for a guy's attention, charlie." "wh-where is this coming from?" "is miss zen suddenly getting jealous?" "i'm not jealous." "I'm just exhausted." "i'm working my ass off, barely making ends meet, and now i have to move." "So, yeah, i'm stressed." "but it would be nice if you cared about my problems as much as you care about who megan's dating." "you rang, madam?" "yeah, i did." "um, we gotta talk." "uh-oh." "That's never good." "ok." "Um... i'm just gonna lay it all out there." "i like you too much to date you." "that makes no sense, even for you." "wait." "Is this because of last night?" "no." "Well, yes." "but, no... look, i know you went out on a date last night." "but i canceled my date tonight to go out with you." "you did?" "i thought you said - no, i lied." "because i like you and i hate dating." "and i can't be sitting around here not seeing anyone else while you're dating a bunch of people." "I'd end up resenting you." "so, you want me to stop seeing other people?" "no." "No." "That would be crazy- well, for you." "Not for me, which is why we probably ultimately wouldn't work out in the end." "we're too different." "Megan- we're cut from different cloths." "look, will, i think that you are a terrific guy, and your friendship means the world to me." "last thing i want to do is ruin that by forcing each other to be people we're not." "wow." "i got to say, i did not see this coming." "well- i'm sorry." "I should take this." "hello?" "mrs." "Winrow: is this megan smith?" "it is." "this is mrs." "Winrow, rose's english teacher." "i wanted to follow up with you about rose's test results." "oh." "I was under the impression that she hadn't gotten them back yet." "she did." "She got a "d."" "um, i'm sorry?" "i couldn't..." "Understand you through all the chewing." "did you say she got a "d"?" "i was surprised, too." "She had been doing so well." "in any case, mr." "Cassidy told me to alert you specifically if there was any cause for concern- ok, well, it's just one test." "I mean, you can't possibly recommend holding her back an entire year after all the work that she's done." "no, but i would recommend you talking to rose and making sure this doesn't happen again." "it goes without saying, the remainder of her finals are crucial- i- i get it." "um..." "I'll take care of it." "megan!" "hey." "you got a "d" on your english final?" "how did you know?" "mrs." "Winrow just called." "i was gonna tell you, i swear." "I just- well, i just thought that if my other grades were better, then it might make that one look less bad." "so, instead, you lied to me?" "after all the work that we put in together?" "i'm sorry." "you're falling into your old habits, rose." "you're partying with sage, choosing your publicist over school- oh, no, no, no." "The publicist-that was all sage's idea." "this isn't about sage." "this isn't even all about you, rose." "it's about us, ok?" "i thought i could trust you." "you can." "No, obviously, i can't." "and i don't know how you plan on getting your act together, because you're not even studying right now, and your history final is tomorrow." "i know." "I- you know what?" "i don't even want to hear your excuses anymore." "you really, really disappointed me, rose." "i don't even know what else to say." "you don't have to go through with this, you know." "you're probably more prepared than you think, considering how hard megan's worked you all semester." "maybe, but i can't take that chance." "this test, it's..." "Way too important." "why?" "you know they can't hold you back now." "it's not just that." "I don't want to let megan down." "if i fail, it's like she failed, too." "what?" "well, you know, like, if my grades are bad, laurel will just fire her and find somebody else who she thinks can do a better job." "and megan-she moved her life for us, and she's worked so hard." "i..." "I don't want her to have to go." "so, this is all about megan?" "it's not all about her." "But- i put my ass on the line so she won't get in trouble for sucking at her stupid job?" "well, no." "You were helping me." "yeah, so you could help her." "uhh." "I can't believe this." "sage- no, forget it." "i don't want to talk about it." "i found miles." "he lives in santa barbara, california." "his wife jessica passed away about a year ago." "and his daughter elise is a lawyer who lives in new york." "wonderful work, megan." "so, is this how you want me to start the book, or should we save it for a later chapter- we can decide that as the project takes more shape." "i agree." "Either way, we shouldn't let anyone see these pages until you've spoken with the girls." "you do realize that all of this stays between us until i'm ready to move forward." "you are not to tell the girls any of this." "of course." "?" "?" "oh, my god." "go away!" "i'm armed, and i'm..." "Trained in krav maga!" "megan, stop yelling." "It's me." "will?" "what in the heck are you doing climbing up onto my balcony?" "i, um..." "Uhh." "in my head, this was romantic, but now i see that it's just creepy." "and for the record, you're on the ground floor, so there wasn't any actual climbing involved." "what are you doing here?" "i don't want to see other people." "that's sweet, but you can't change for me." "i mean, resentment is a 2-way street." "i'm not doing it for you." "i went out with this woman tonight, gia, some model that i met at my friend bill's place." "model." "Yay." "Good for you." "so, we're sitting at dinner, and she's in the middle of this inane story." "and all i could think was, "why am i here?"" "i am bored out of my mind." "and then the lull hit." "oh, the dreaded lull." "Heh." "Exactly." "and i started smiling, thinking about us." "and then i realized that there is no point to going on a lot of dates with people if they're not as fun as the dates that i have with you." "well, it was one date." "I mean... we've only been on one date." "it was a good date." "Well, i'm delightful." "yes, you are." "so, why am i wasting my time going on boring dates when i could be going out with you?" "i don't know." "me, neither." "?" "hey." "ok." "Before you say anything, i just want to say i'm really sorry." "that person that hauled off on you yesterday and got all jealous, that's not me." "I know." "i love that you're such a good friend." "it's part of what makes you so cool." "i was just having a crappy day, and i dumped it out on you." "No." "you didn't dump anything on me." "i want to be here for you- which is how i came up with my weird idea." "what weird idea?" "i was thinking about your apartment situation." "mm-hmm." "And i thought," "?" "i know, i know, it sounds crazy, but just hear me out." "all right?" "ok." "we have a great time together, right?" "yeah." "You're here almost every night, and i've got plenty of room, and we would both save, like, a ton of money." "are-are you sure you want to do this?" "this isn't you trying to prove anything?" "i got nothing to prove and only 400 bucks a month to gain." "screw it." "I'm in." "great!" "wow." "Heh." "megan: hey." "You off on a business trip?" "oh." "Well, actually, this is more of a personal nature." "oh." "Where are you going?" "somewhere good?" "i'm going to santa barbara." "oh, my god!" "shh!" "keep your voice down." "you're gonna go see miles?" "no." "I'm going to santa barbara for the weather." "and you're being sarcastic?" "you totally played me." "what?" "you think you're the only one who knows how to beat the system?" "i invented the moves you're working." "what moves?" "i have no moves." "too bad, because i do." "keep an eye on the girls for me." "and, uh, i'd focus your time on that second chapter- still feels muddled." "wha-laurel, does that- does that mean we're still doing the book?" "heh." "Well, i'm gonna take that as a yes." "hey." "I was just coming to find you." "you're not gonna believe what happened." "megan: hey, girls." "Good luck today." "are our protein shakes ready?" "we're gonna be late." "here you go, ladies." "Thank you." "so, listen- can you..." "Just hold on one second?" "hey." "Rose, look, i know we have some stuff to work out, and we can talk about that later." "but right now, i just want you to focus on nailing that test." "ok?" "you gonna do great." "I believe in you." "yeah." "Yeah." "Thanks, megan." "is she ok?" "she seems a little nervous, even for rose." "?" "what are you talking about?" "it's too much pressure." "She's not built like you." "she can't handle this." "She's gonna do fine." "no, she won't." "You have to do something." "please, megan, you have to help." "sage, what-what do you mean?" "ahem." "sage... look, megan, i really need to tell you something." "i'm sorry." "something is off." "just-hold that thought." "?" "whoa." "That's an expensive purse." "heh." "?" "look, megan, there's something- will, i'm sorry." "can we talk later?" "i gotta go get my keys and catch rose before she makes the biggest mistake of her life." "megan, we need to talk." "i got a job." "the call came early this morning, and i wanted to tell you right away." "that's-that's great." "i- i promise that we'll celebrate later, ok?" "the shoot is in brazil." "oh." "uh, for how long?" "a few months... probably 6." "whoa." "um... look, can we talk later?" "absolutely." "Go." "mr." "Karp:" "ladies and gentlemen, put away all of your outside materials." "?" "your time begins now." "?"