"previously on "cashmere mafia"..." " what do you want me to do here?" " break it off." "from analyst to associate in four months- that's gotta be a record for this office." "i don't know if i'm gay or i'm straight." "i was just exploring all of this, and now i'm-i'm a parlor game for bored assistants." "who was i engaged to?" "did he even love me?" "right now it seems like the only way jack and i can communicate is through one and half million readers." "i know about cilla grey." "she says she's going to sleep with one of my friends." "and, davis, we're even." "okay, eric - laser tag." "artillery wall here." " uh-huh. - recharging station here. death mazes-actually, i haven't fully figured it out." "and, uh, it's a little more expensive, but i think we should seriously consider an annihilation chamber." "this from the woman who shuts because of falling anvils." " it's luke's birthday." " trust me, i know." "you've been planning it for over eight months." " he wants laser tag." " and he's gonna get it." "don't you think you're going a little overboard?" "this just cannot be a repeat of last year." " oh, will you stop beating yourself up?" " i ruined our son's birthday!" "you didn't ruin anything." "luke didn have a horrible time." "well, what an accomplishment." "aren't i just supermom?" "yeah, you know, actually, sometimes you are." "ohh." " what?" "i've gotta get into the office now." "okay, so what's the schedule look like?" "later in the week, we'll get we'll meet with the... shane, good morning. did you have a nice flight?" "oh, yeah. killed at some "halo 3,"" "then threw down some code for my new site." " nice." " hey, sweet offices." "and we're gonna sell your company for some sweet money." " katherine,could i see you for a sec?" " sure." " just be one minute." " excuse me." "so you started the meeting without me." "oh, m sorry, zoe. it's just, he was waiting." "and i appreciate that, but that really wasn't your call to make." "zoe, clayton promoted me because he has confidence in my abilities." "he keeps telling me to take more initiative." "yeah, and we're all very appreciative of your abilities." "but clayton isn't handling this deal." " i am, which means i- - that you're pulling rank." "that i'm responsible for everything that happens on this deal, which means i need you follow and you don't make a move without clearingwith me first." "okay, i hear you, and i get it. i'm really sorry." "would it be okay with you if i pee before heading back into the conference room?" "think that would be fine." "mimi!" "hello." "this is such a surprise." "you didn't even tell me you were coming." " oh. mwah." " i know. she surprised me, too." " oh." " daddy had a dentist appointment with that jewish man on riverside." "i've been up since 5:00 a. m." "i already walked 4 miles, closed an escrow and marinated some beef." "so... how do ymy new office?" "well... it's very big." "do you share it with other people?" "mom, i am the publisher of all the magazines, the entire company." "i don't need to share an office." "we've got big problems with katie's nipples." "these are my parents. wendy is the editor of "havoc. "" "they weren't airbrushed out. did you approve that?" "no. i am the publisher." "i don't deal with..." " nipples." " we need to send katie something now!" "you have to authorize the expenditure- at least 20 grand!" "she's very energetic." " welcome to my world." " oh." "mia, have you been, um, seeing anyone new?" "mom, jack and i just broke up." "i never liked him." "you are much smarter than him, and he know it." " i have someone better." " oh, no. no, really, mom." " no "no, realm. " this one is it." " no. you always think that?" "jason chun. he's a doctor, mia, and he's never been married." " no." " just moved here from seattle." " no." " and his mother says he's very handsome." "oh, like that's not the kiss of death." "and he wants to meet you for a coffre at five today what?" "mom!" " there's only one way to stop her." " dad... okay, fine, i'll meet him, but only if you promise me not to try again" " for a minimum of one year." " mimi... mommy just wants you to be happy." "i am happy. very!" "look around!" "happy!" "mom, i mean it. one year." "i am marking the date in my calendar." "we love what you've done in miami, but if you're serious about taking your boutique hotel and turning into a worldwide brand, you need to close this deal." "every hotel must be worthy of the gerard dumais name." "you're going to be very happy with some of the changes we've made to the language in section three." "words again, just words." "i think in colors and music and textures." "that is the language that speaks to me." "and if our legal department could draft a contract in that language, nobody would be happier than me." "nothing is planned without my approval." "i can veto sites. i can veto architect." "i can veto the kind of whisky we serve in the bar." "i hope you are pred for this." "collaborating with a perfectionist will not be easy." "trust me. you're talking td@one." "then how can you work in a building where the windows do not open?" "that's the design of the building." "the windows in my hotels - they open." "and that's non-negotiable." "a bientôt." "what's up with pep?" "le pew?" "please. i've been trapped in my office with him for hours." "really?" "you trying to make me jealous?" "no, and you shouldn't be." "even paris doesn't sound good to me right now." "come outside with me." "i, uh, have a surprise." "i am taking you to a romantic dinner at blue hill at stbarns." "oh, davis, that's sweet, but i - i'm meeting the girls for drinks, and it's so far out of town." "exactly." "care to drive?" "davis, what did you do?" "!" "i bought my beautiful wife a beautiful car." "an aston martin?" "you just don't go out and buy one of these." "really?" "i did it this morning. it felt great." "i was thinking how you said you loved the bartells' when we went to visit them at palm beach." "i was just making conversation." "they're so tedious, and we never even get out of the city." "we need to start taking some romantic getaways." "you do realize you're out of your mind?" "completely, but we are moving forward, so let's do it in style." "just don't go getting any funny ideas about the backseat." "you know what else i was thinking about?" "you know how they do those at-home spreads in "portmanteau"?" "yes, of course. it's one of mia's magazines." "they do that "new york power couple" thing every year." "it'd be fun to be in it." "why?" "i'd feel like an exhibitionist with people thumbing through, looking at our house, our things." "all right, just an idea. think about it." "and i bet mia would love it." "davis, you alrey got a ticket?" "and what were you doing in southampton?" "uh, i had to see this investor, charlie nadler, a big shot pain in the ass." "wouldn't drive into the city." "but the guy's connected, so i- i thought you just picked up the car this morning." "no, i got it detailed this one it came from the factory dirty?" "no, it got dirty driving back from the hamptons, and i wanted it to be perfect when i gave it to you, okay?" "honey, that's a traffic ticket." "that's not something to get uptight about." " i am not uptight. i just- - i had to see an investor." "if you want, i can get him on the phone." " i'm sure that he'd be happy to have- - don't be an ass, davis." "i'm not looking for all by good, because you don't need to." "thank you for the car." "i love it almost as much as you do." "cashmere mafia s01e04 next in line, please." "all right, a double latte?" " mia?" " jason?" "it's nice to meet you." "i hope you don't mind, i got you a choice- uh, double cap, espresso or green iced tea." "very efficient." "so how often does your mother try to make you do this?" "once a day would be a conservative guesstimate." "you?" "well, i just leveraged this coffee date" " to dial her back to once a year." " wow." "so you're a doctor?" "i am the new chief of neurosurgery and the professor of new neurotherapies at n. y. u." "you're a brain surgeon?" "yeah." "is that funny?" "no, it's great. it's just that you don't really meet brain surgeons, you know, unless there's something scary inside your head- other than the voice of your boss or your mother." "should i crack it open?" "that's more of a second date thing for me." "so what do you do?" "um, well, i'm the publisher of barnstead media." "so i oversee about a dozen publications..." " and various other media." " i'm sorry." "uh-huh." " yeah?" "he's doing fine." " hello?" "no, i can't approve $25,000 for an apology gift." " that's the normal side effect of radiation." " well, then just send last night" " he's completely cancer-free." " they're just nipples!" "well i put that fire out." "so, ane, let's just think of today's meeting as a kind of a warm-up, because intracom's fine," " but your best match is going to be brooks omnimedia." " sweet." "they're an old media concern on the market for a beachhead to cross-platform their brands." "so in terms of me, that means... buttloads of cash." " awesome." " oh, and, shane, i got you a little something... for good luck." "so... you mean... to wear?" "only if you want to." "we all love the silicon valley thing, but the money guys- they're not so good at looking at toes- even their own, god forbid. oh!" "look, there's socks in there, too." "bike messenger, 23rd and madison." "baby stroller, 81st and columbus." "oh!" "you got nailed by an upper west side stroller mommy?" "hey, those women use their strollers as battering rams." "plowed right through me so she could get a korean frozen yogurt." "this has been great." "i know, and i so wasn't expecting it to be." "yeah, me neither." "better get back to the grind." " well, it was great meeting you. - you, t- you, too." "thanks again." "mia, he was probably just distracted" " by what?" " oh, some little thing like," ""if i'm off by a thousandth of a millimeter" ""on mrs. smith's temporal lobe, she'll be walking backwards and hiccuping for the rest of her life. "" "whatever with?" "mia, what would you think if i wanted to be in the "portmanteau" power couple issue?" "isn't the timing a little off?" "i mean, you and davis being a power couple?" "davis and i are committed to making our marriage work." " just like that?" " well, obviously, it takes time, but why not move forward and do something bold and positive?" "i sure as hell don't want to end up like one of those angry, drunken w. a. s. p. s in an edward albee play. did you see the one where the husband cheated on the wife with a goat?" "i would rather it had been?" "at least it would have saved me the s. t. d. screenings." "caitlin, are you going to luke's party?" "'cause he seems to think you're the only adult" " capable of firing a laser pistol." " i want to so bad," " but i'm swamped with the serenity launch." " oh." " and i, um, have a thing on saturday." " what do you mean, a thing?" " i get nervous when she says "thing. " - yeah." "the last "thing" ended with a slurred 3:00 a. m.," ""come and pick me up, i don't know where i am" " " panic call." " it was an italian restaurant in nolita," " and i forgot what it was called." " it was called "burritoville,"" "and it was in the meatpacking district, but close." "well, i have a lesbian bridal shower." " wow." " with alicia?" "no, juliet, with joey briggs from the sanitation department." " of course with alicia." " i just didn't know that you would take a date to a bridal shower." "well, it's sort of a date/meet-my-friends combo." ""meet my fwell,s"?" "well,it's definitely significant." "i actually like waking up with her." "being gay agrees with you." "i know. it's been almost a month!" " hear, hear." " yes." "twice as long as the last five guys and 29 days longer than tae bo, cognitive therapy and carb-busters. and why?" "because women are sensitive to each other's needs." "women communicate." "if you feel weird or uncomfortable about something," " you talk about it." " god, what would that be like?" "yeah, really. it'd be like, "hey!" "what's up with that handshake?"" " oh, my god, mia, - again with the brain surgeon!" ""then you shook my hand and bolted. was it the lighting?" "did i smell like feet?" "did i have unsightly panty lines?"" " uh, mia. mia." " "or did i have a giant, gaping herpe on my lips?"" " mia.?" " ow!" "mia?" "wow. it's great to see you." "yeah, it's great." "you look terrific." "oh, congrats on that bartoli job." "oh, that was- hey, jack. sorry. i was running a little late." "liz, hi. this is mia." "mia, this is liz." "i've heard so much about you." "and i've... seen you on cable, reading the news." "hey, are you going to caleb stackpole's party on saturday?" "mm-hmm. oh!" "sure, yeah." "why?" "are you gonna be there?" "yeah. caleb's still a buddy." "i used to send him out on assignments all the time." "oh, looks like our table's ready." "it was so nice meeting you." "will we see you at caleb's?" "yes. i can't wait. we'll see you there." "okay, see you." "there's no way in hell i'm going to that party." "oh, you're going." " time to call the brain surgeon, honey." " absolutely." " and you're not going to that thing alone." " what?" "not if he's going with that thing." "you are so much?" "i am not calling the hand-shaking brain surgeon." "mia, i'm sure he really like you" " how could he not?" " it's so humiliating, and i am not good with rejection." "listen, do you want to go to that party alone with that talking head of a slut throwing you shade?" "i don't think so." "mom, i don't have to be in those stupid piures, do i?" "honey, it's up to you." "i know your dad wanted you to, but... he offered to buy me a horse. how desperate is that?" "okay, so leanna's mom got us tickets justin timberlake, and she's going to take us to boston." "well, even dad can't compete with justin timberlake." "i say go for it." "love you. i'll see you tonight?" "see you tonight." "davis?" "did you tell emily you'd buy her a horse?" "sorry. i didn't know yowere on the phone." "okay, great. i'll talk to you then." "sorry. nadler caught me just before i got in." "uh... how long has the water been running?" "let's see. i, uh, turned it on at 7:43, just before the call came in at 7:44." "and it's now 7:46 so..." "long enough to get nice and steamy. want to join me?" "i have to get to work, but maybe i'll take a raincheck." "okay, but, uh, if you change your mind... it's a hamptons prefix, which is where he got the ticket, which according to him is wre this instor lives." " so why should i doubt him?" " rhetorical question, right?" "we can't rebuild our marriage if i'm paranoid all the time." "why don't you just call the number?" "nobody answers. i keep getting some automated voice mail." "he is so obnoxious." " who?" " gerard dumais." "he sends these ranting, expletive-filled e- mails to my entire company." "if he weren't so talented, i would just smack him." "anyway, jules,?" "not when there's a history that gives you a reason to be suspicious." "i can't wait for the magazine shoot." "what are the captions gonna say?" ""dashing davis draper and his powerful but suspicious wife juliet. "" "i can cancel it like that." "oh, my god. i just e-mled everyone," ""ignore gerard. he's a pompous little bastard. "" " good." " i hit "reply all. " his name's on the distribution list." " you're kidding." " i can't stop it. i am never multitasking again." " how many imes have we said that?" " okay, major damage control to do,excuse me" " oh, hang on a second." " jules, it's fine. go fix." "no, you're not getting out of it that easily." " did you call the brain surgeon?" " i can't bring myself." " pick up the phone." " okay, fine. just go." "jason, it's mia mason." "it was nice meeting you." "i'm going to this brunch on saturday at caleb stackpole's. do you want to come?" "zoe there you are. listen, the brooks omnimedia people need to move the meeting to sunday afternoon." " what?" "no, that's impossible." " it's the only time they can do it." "it's my son's birthday party." "i know that, but they've heard we've met with other buyers," " and clayton feels like we can get- - ohh." " sunday afternoon?" " what do you want to tell 'em, zoe?" "that you need to move the meeting because you want to play laser tag?" "i have been planning this weeks the one time i specifically set aside a moment to- and that is why we work in teams katherine has been on this with you from the beginning." "have i mentioned how delightful that has been?" "and if you think that she can handle this deal without me, you're out of your mind." "i'm a managing director." "she's been out of school for a year." "she knows the ins and outs of this deal like the back of her hand." "she learned from the best." "dan brooks is used with me we made it quite clear to dan that you would not to attend." "i'm sorry. you made a decision on my behalf, and then you conveyed that to my client?" "the firm's client, zoe." "i'm managing director as well." "and with all due respect, it seemed like a safe bet." "i mean, what are you gonna do, zoe, not go to your child's birthday party?" "this isn't the time to experiment with taking off the training wheels." "i will be there to back her up." "well, how convenient for both of us." "look, zoe, i'm sorry, but unless you figure out a way to split yourself in half, you need to make a choice." "i've made my choice." "so this would replace the brunella." "davis, hi." "honey, you're gonna hate me, but i can't make dinner tonight." " nadler is threatening to pull his funds." " nadler again?" "yeah, i'm probably gonna be late and just get some deli... or starve. i'm sorry, honey." " i was really looking forward to it." " me, too." "i'll make it up to you." "don't wait up, okay?" "i love you." "no one is available right now." "directory assistance." " what city, please?" " southampton." " i think you said "lake placid. " - oh, screw this." "i think you said- zoe. thank god. a human being." "were you able to find out anything about the number i gave you?" "hey, i just got off the phone with the c. f. o. of teckcom global." "it looks like davis was telling the truth." "the mystery number is billed to a charles nadler, southampton, new york." "okay, now i'm actually feeling guilty for feeling so relieved?" "that davis is actually telling the truth." "i don't care. i need to see her now." " but she's busy, sir." " ohh. oh, god. gotta call you back." "she's never been too busy for me." "do you really wantve been trying with such a pompous little bastard?" " gerard, i am so sorry - first, i am anything but little." "that was an unfortunate outburst?" "it was just... words." "but it was unprofessional, so if you feel the need to withdraw from this deal because i hurt your feelings, i understand." "what?" "you don't think i've been called a bastard by a beautiful woman before?" "but what i don't want is you calling me that behind my back." "i would rather you say it to my face." "gerard, if i think you're being a bastard again, i'll tell you." " you have my word." " excellent." "see, this selling my company to you- it is like a marriage between us." "in a way, yes." "there has to be trust and communication." "otherwise, problems fester, resentments pile up." "it does not work." "i agree completely." "from now on, we have a problem, we communicate direc we start fresh tomorrow with a clean slate." "you're absolutely right." "thank you, gerard. to a clean slate." "philippe?" "juliet draper." "i know this is last minute, but can you wrap me up two of the most decadent things you have on the menu?" " hi, honey." " oh!" "honey, what are you... cilla. how lovely to see you." " this is not what it looks like." " really?" "i'd better go." "no, please stay." "i brought braised short ribs and roasted beets." "sounds a little too rich for my tastes." "oh, cilla, what could possibly be too rich for your tastes?" "juliet." "juliet, please." "do you have any idea how foolish i feel right now?" " it was business." " oh, business?" " i went to cilia for money." " what?" "there are things going on that't know about." "there are problems with my fund." "oh, stop it, davis. stop trying to blame your lack of character on your hedge fund problems." " take some responsibility for once." " that is what i am trying to do." "?" "i'm in hot water." "what would you suggest i do, short of dipping back into our- dipping back into our what?" "look, the fund just needed a quick shot in the arm." "how much of our money, davis?" "i am showing my investors that i have confidence in my fund." "so you use our money when you know it's tanking, then blow $200,000 on a car?" "!" "it's going to turn around. i promise." "and the car - it's just a little window dressing." "it shows people that we're doing well." " it's about presentation. it's about image." " i thought it was?" "that's not how i meant that." "well, how nice that we're all just props for your photo oo" " juliet- - to think that i was comforted by the stupidly optimistic notion that you were doing it out of guilt." "the last thing i wanted to do was to go to cilia for money, but that is the only reason i went to her." "you have to believe that." "i don't know what to believe anymore." "hi well?" "i did some digging around." "word is that davis' fund has taken some big hits on mortgage-backed securities." "investorare gonna get rewed." "he really knows how to it around, doesn't he?" " what are you gonna do?" " i don't know. i go back and forth." "davis and i have a lot invested in this marriage." "the truth is, he lied- maybe not about the thing you thought he was lying about," " but he still lied." " he knew i'd be shocked." "in his own messed-up way, he was trying to protect me." "what, just like he was trying to protect you from finding out about the affairs?" "it's all so black and white for you." "i - i really envy that." "i'm not saying it's easy. i'm just... you need to do what's right for you." "i need to do what's right for my marriage." "it seems as though i'm at a bridal shower or a baby shower or some sort of shower every weekend." "when it's my turn, i can hit the ground running." "i never even thought about it." "i wouldn't know where to start." "well, you're in very good hands." "we've actually seen her taking notes." "guys." "erika and susie are making plans to get pregnant." "i'm gonna have the first one, and susie is gonna carry the second." "seems fair." "erika is a little freaked out about the insemination." "oh, it's not so bad." "our friend steven's gonna be the donor." "he works for calvin, so he's totally gorgeous." "if you two decide to have a family, where will you get your sperm from?" "will you excuse me a sec?" " oh, god!" "sorry." " no, no, no. it's okay, you're cool." " um, everything's all put away." " i didn't mean it like that." "it's not like i haven't seen them before... i mean, not like a ton." "sorry." "hey." "relax. you look beautiful." "i get a spray-on tan." " okay. well, the bathroom's all yours." " oh." "maybe next time you should lock the door." "yeah, maybe next time you should knock." " see you out there." " yeah." "so it's nice see iou again." "i was worried that you'd be busy or in surgery or something." "just had to move a procedure or two." "you bumped a brain surgery for me?" "you kidding?" "i've been really looking forward to this." "i am a huge fan of caleb stackpole." "d you read that piece about his roraima expedition?" "i published that piece." "he scaled cerro marahuaca in three days." " do you know how steep that peak is?" " ah." "nobody's done that since the 1800s." "well, caleb knows that, and he wanted me to mention that several times in the article." "okay, i have to ask." "if i hadn't called you to invite you to this thing, would you have ever called me?" "mm. that's a tough one." "what do you mean, it's a tough one?" "i don't really... go for chinese." "excuse me. what?" "oh, come on." "all that pressure from your parents to date a nice chinese boy- doesn't that send you in the opposite direction?" "no, it most certainly does not." "how many asian men have you dated?" "tons." "okay, two... in junior high." "fine. you made your point." "it's nothing personal." "i think you're great." "you're smart. you're funny. you're successful- listen, it's fine, and it explains so much, which is good, i guess." "i... i didn't mean to mislead you." "probhould have said something when you called." "it's just... listen, do me a favor." "when we get in there, can you act like you're really into me?" " 'cause my ex is going to be there." " okay." "and be really brilliant and dazzling and all... brain surgery-esque." "what,like that's gonna be hard?" "mia mason." "more powerful than ever, more beautiful than ever... an unstoppable ascension to the pinnacle of perfection." "how long did it take you to come up with that one?" "it's goo right?" "caleb, this is jason chun." "i just finished your book about afghantan." "that part about the caves in tora bora wae." "don't get him started on the caves of tora bora." "oh, get her. now that she's in charge of a magazine empire, she's editing conversations." " i'm getting you both drinks." " great." "oh, hello." "jack, hi." "nice to see you again." "um, this is... my guy - jason chun. jason just moved to the city." " nice to meet you." " cool. what for?" "i just got a job offer at n. y. u." "oh. jay, stop being so modest." "they created a position for him- chief of neurosurgery and professor of new neurotherapies." "you should do a piece on him." "he's pretty much the go-to guy for cutting-edge neuro." "he's developing this fantastic nano-techno aps that's still in trials." "the therapy is still in its early days, but mia has so much faith in me, it's-it's inspiring." "he's too modest. that's the only thing i don't like about him." "well, that's great." "how did you guys meet?" "well, i was at my coffee place, and- and now she's being too modest." "the truth is, i saw an article about her announcing her promotion, and i thought, wow, not only beautiful... but smart and powerful?" "i had to meet her." "and then on the way back down- bullet ants." "now i have been snack food for piranhas, leecs, snakes." "but, man, this was the worst." "i wish you would have brought some back." "you have an ant farm?" "we've been discovering medicinal purposes for all kinds of animal venom." "i'm doing this trial right now for a brain stem glioma treatment using scorpion venom." "and it's looking very promising, isn't it, babe?" "yes, sweetheart. we're very hopeful." "i was hoping you would come find me." "and why would i do that?" "to give me your number." "well, i would have given it to you in the bathroom," " but looked like you had yourands full." " oh." "thanks for noticing." "i'm sam, by the way." "sam." "you do realize that that's a lesbian bridal shower?" "no, i had no idea." "is that why all those pretty girls are kissing each other?" "so you intentionally hit on gay women?" "just the lipsticks." "how's that workin' out for ya?" "depends on your answer." "what would you say to a date date?" "a date date?" "are you sure you want to bak precedent?" "i think it's time to shake things up." "i like being with you." "i had a great time." "hope you did, too." "i did." "well, this time, i'm gonna call you... tomorrow." "in the morning." "what's the earliest i can call you?" "on a sunday?" "9:00." "and remember, you must show good, sportsmaikuct." "and that means no swearing, no cursing, no cuss words, no shooting people in the back." "it's not fair. why do you guys have to be on my team?" "lukey!" " old people totally suck at this game." " we're not old." "we've been working really hard to make this a nice day for you." " shouldn't you be a little nice back?" " well, you better listen to me," " because i don't wanna lose on my birthday." " yes, captain." " this-this is a really violent game. - yeah?" "die, die, die!" "okay, everyone!" "go!" " zoe, ambush!" " aah!" "get him, mom!" "it's 100 points!" "100 points?" "go, go, go, go!" "die!" " honey, can i..." " i'll cover you!" "ha on!" " zoe burden." " zoe?" "katherine, i can't hear you." "i'm so glad we reached you." "can you talk for a minute?" "what is it, katherine?" "can you help me better explain the debt structure to mr. brooks?" "i've been over my powerpoint presentation  point presentation?" " are you kidding me?" "mr. brooks thought that you might be able to clarify- if dan brooks wanted me to clarify, he shouldn't have insisted on moving the meeting to a day" " i couldn't be there. - zoe, listen- no, you listen. this is my son's birthday, and i'm not about to waste this precious time hand-holding you or dan brooks through this deal." "i am just a little too busy playing laser tag." "you're on speaker!" "hi." "zoe?" "dan brooks." "i'm a bit confused, seeing as how it was your side that asked us to change the meeting." "i sure as hell didn't want to be here on a sunday." "what?" "dan, apparently there's been some sort of miscommunication." "yeah, apparently, there was." "you know, so many people on all sides, dan." "just too many opportunities to get wires crossed." "tear each other new ones on your own time." "is there nobody in this entire company" " that could clarify for me the debt structure?" " we, as we've put forth  someone other than you." " dan, it's exactly like mandelar." "mandelar limited or mandelar holding?" "holding. your '04 deal." "well, for crying out loud, why couldn't anybody at this table have told me that?" "that's a good question, dan." "that a good question, when are you available, zoe?" "how about monday at 10:00?" "i'll see you then." "and, young man, for the love of god, take some of that $200 million and buy yourself a new pair of shoes." "clayton, could you pick up for a sec?" "yeah, sure. hold on." "hey, zoe." "clayton, i don't want to see you or katrihin 50 feet of that conference room on monday." "i think that will be fine." "and be advised- i will do whatever i need to to defend myself, even if it means calling your wife." "hey!" "hey. everything okay?" "great, actually. hey!" "mom, we won!" "we won!" "that's awesome, honey!" "yeah, you got, like, the second highest score." "you don't suck at all." "oh, thanks, sweetie." "okay, we gotta work a little on the manners." "hey, that was amazingly high praise." " i'm kinda jealous." " well,you don't su" "all right, you little freakazoids." "who's up for round two?" "come on!" "okay, terrific." "a few more. that's great." "the stuff we got upstairs looks great, but, man, this light is perfect." "okay. let's geyou guys in the car." "take your time. we need to reset and reload." "i love it. they even have props." "well, if we were going on one of our romantic getaways, we'd have bags, right?" "i mean, it is all about image." "okay, i had that coming." "you've been a good sport, and i want you to know how much i appreciate you." "call me, d. six months from now, assuming the hedge fund turned around, would you have told me about cilla?" "hey, can you guys go up honey, that's... how can i answer that?" "with the truth." "i wanted to protect you." "i always will." "do you want to drive?" "i think you should." "in fact, i think i'm going to sit this one out." "what do you mean?" "i'm just tired from all the posing we've been doing." "well, just sit. we can take a few with- of course, we've been posing for years, and it never bothered me." "honey, will you please just get in the car?" "davis, the bags behind you?" "i filled them wiclothes this aftnoon." "what?" "why?" "to take with you to the hotel where you'll be staying" " once you drive away from here." " oh, come on." "i said i would do this for you, and i did." "i'm a woman of my word." "but that's it. we're done." "now if you want to avoid an embarrassing situation, and god knows i don't need any more humiliation in my life, you should just drive away." "how can you do this to me?" "how can i do this to you?" "to you?" "you lied to me." "you betrayed me." "you jeopardized the security of our family, and you broke my heart- first in little ways, and then in big ones." "now some of those i can get past, but... i can't trust you, davis, and i never will again- not because i don't want to and not because i'm incapable of it... but because you don't deserve it." "happy birthday, luke." "caitlin, yay!" " you made it!" " hi. mwah." " how was the shower?" " it was great. it was... great so did you kick some major butt, or what?" " yes." " good." " oh!" "might be work. sorry." " oh." "hi. hello?" "hi there, spray-on. sam." "uh, hi. um, now is not actually a good time." "can i call you back?" "sure. i just hope that means that y're really gonna call." "yeah course." "sounds good. bye." "who was that?" "some guy... i know." "guy?" "no, not like that. ju, uh, some guy..." " you-i met at the shower. - uh-huh." "he wasn't a guest. he wasn't really at the shower." "he was cute, but he - he wasn't that cute." "i don't know why i gave him my number." "i probably shouldn't have done that." "zoe, i am the worst lesbian ever." "you need cake." "jack, what you doing here?" "i'm still addicted to that coffee place on the corner." "you know, we really didn't get a chance to talk at caleb's." "so?" "so... i wanted to tell you i know i was a jerk about how i ended ings." " yeah, not exactly kid gloves." " i'm sorry." "i messed up, and it really sucked to see you with that guy yesterday." "look, jack, you're seeing someone else, and i'm seeing someone else, and i'm not ready to let you off the hook for how you dumped me, if that's what you're after." "no. i don't expect that." "that's not what i want." "then what do you want?" "i... i don't know." "i'm still trying to figure it out." "well, i do. i want to move on with my life."