"it's not gonna be a problem." "i didn't let kimmie get to me in high school." " i won't let her get to me here." " i'm just saying, she used you." "i always knew she was the same old... rhymes with ba-zitch." "okay, lil' hilda." "i was naive to trust kimmie keegan." " but what can i do about it now?" "nothing." " you can make sure that she's not putting a steak knife in your back." "but it's not a competition, and you know what?" "we're both gonna be so busy, we probably will never run into each other." "it's, like, time to make a decision already." "i mean, it's not my fault i wear clothes so well, right?" " what can i do?" " kimmie?" "oh, this is nika and fiorina." "they're just getting me ready." "and you are at my desk because?" "i'm just getting ready for lunch with talia from french "vogue."" "we're discussing a benefit to save the llamas." " we'll be done soon." " daniel." " daniel." " good morning, betty. good morning, kimmie." "i ran into beau flynn at marquee." " he has a film at sundance." " uh, your plumber called." " he wants to do a party, and i said "mode" would cosponsor. - there is a clog. he wants to shut off your water." "okay, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "first things first. betty." "thank you, daniel." " i have a lot to go over with you." " like what?" "thplumber." "maybe just that for now." "okay. then how about food?" "i'm gonna need breakfast if we're planning a major sundance blowout." " huge news, kimmie." " i'm feeling ya, brah." " come on. let's go make it happen." " oh, is there any chance" " i could get a little brekkie, too?" "i famished. - yeah, sure. betty, do you mind getting a little something for kimmie, too?" "thanks." "yeah, i'd be happy to." "feeling you, brah." "there it is. breakfast." "thanks. i'll let you know if i need anything else." "actually, you know, if you do need something else, you should probably..." "do it yourself." "i was happy to get you breakfast because daniel asked me to, but i work for daniel." "whatever. just remember, i'm an editor now." "see?" "kimberly keegan, associate editor." "taste that." "mode a meade publication kimberly keegan associate editor 100 meade plaza south, new york ny 10016 well, we have, like, a thousand associate editors, you know." "what's your title?" "what your card say?" "i don't have a card." "oh, right." "that's because you're an assistant. darn." "editor..." "assistant to editor." "editor... assistant." "in just two weeks, i've gotten higher than you have in two years." "you know, i just wonder if you're gonna be an assistant for the rest of your life." "oh, and you can keep the card." "i have plenty." "the magazine industry is getting hit hard." "i know i'm-i'm just an accountant, but budgets are a lot like fashion  you'd rather not see red." " very funny. uh, perhaps you can wrap this up." " i have a meeting with tom ford." " yeah, this was great, mort. thanks." "you two, stop." "i may not be an owner of this company, but my last name is on this building," " and i am telling you to wake up." " mom, we got it covered." "i don't think you do." "now alexis may have had the occasional murderous impulse, but she also had a keen mind for numbers, which you two do not." "you need to bring in someone to run this business." "dear claire, setting us straight like a poor man's sally field." "neither i nor daniel cobbled our power together with the intention of giving it away." "i'm not talking about giving anything away." "i'm talking about a c.f.o., a managing director, someone who reports directly to you." "mort, enlighten my friends." "please give them an honest assessment of our finances." "if we keep going the way we're going, before you know it, you two will go from being the owners of meade to the owners of nothing." "you look like you could use a little help there." " oh. hi, jesse." " let me get a couple of those." "oh, no, no, no, no." "don't worry about me. i'm fine." "seriously, hand 'em over." "my parents taught me to be polite." " well, thank you." " sure." "so, uh, what's the guitar for?" "got a gig?" "am i using that word correctly?" "yeah. it's an open mike night at some coffee shop." "i'll probably get booed." " no, no." " nah, maybe not." "you know, last week, some dude read ten pages of his journal and then ended with a harmonica solo, and they liked him, so... you'll be fine." "so how goes the, uh, fast-paced life of a magazine editor?" "oh, i'm not an editor." "i mean, i want to be," " but for now i'm just an assistant." " oh." " i don't even have business cards yet." " i hear that." " it's like, what does it take to get noticed in this town?" " right?" " yeah." " i mean, i feel like everybody else is getting chances" " while i sit around and grab people breakfast." " you know, super b., you strike me as a dreamer." "well, yeah." "i mean, i guess i am." "oh, me, too. that's why i tell myself every day," ""don't give in to the doubt."" "and if you want something, you gotta go for it." " * go for it, betty * - um, what are you doing?" "i'm serenading you with advice." "isn't it obvious?" "* go for it, betty, no need to get sweaty * * just go for it, betty * * i know that you're ready * * yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah *" "tell me more." "so i was leaving and the manager's like, "are you kimmie from 'mode'?"" "and i was like, "yeah," 'cause i am, and he says," ""come back tomorrow. it's gonna be bumpin'." i say, "why?"" "he goes, "are you down with young jeezy?"" " i was like, "am i down with young jeezy?" - hey, kimmie." " hey, sexy." " busy, busy. let's talk later, okay?" " so then i ran into jade fmpton from "elle"..." " did she just give us the "busy, busy." "let's talk later" blowoff?" " we invented that blowoff." " yes, we did, to remind the little people around here that we e king and queen of this particular prom." "and now kimmie's turning it on us." "i don't like it when the masses get ideas, marc." " we best keep an eye on that one." " mm." "okay, people, listen up." "let's talk march." "let's talk sizzling hot list." "the submissions were great." " everyone came in with very good ideas." " i was only blind with rage two times." "okay, here we go." "assignments." "so who is sizzling hot?" "russo, sizzling hot resort." "emily, sizzling hot shoes." "kimmie, sizzling hot club." "nice work. really nice pitch." "uh, peter, sizzling hot hobby." "cara, sizzling hot... charlie..." "sizzling hot workout." "blah, blah, blah." "* go for it, betty * * you know that you're ready, go for it, betty, go for it * how come all those people get to do something in the hot issue?" "because they submitted ideas." " why didn't i submit an idea?" " uh, you tell me." " i guess i - i didn't know i could." " of course you could, betty." "you've been here two years." "if you want something, you gotta open up your mouth," " just like every time i screw up." " okay. can i do something for the hot issue?" "yes." "really?" "yes?" "you mean it?" " i mean it. pitch me something." " when?" " now." " now?" "do you want this or not?" "sizzling hot. go." "um, okay." "uh, sizzling hot, um... uh... sizzling hot... uh, fruit." " what?" " you know, how everyone's always trying to find that new thing to eat, that thing that- that will increase brain power or reduce stress, something they can keep in their desk and pop in their mouth" "to get an edge in today's hyper-competitive world." "the sizzling hot fruit." "this is the first time i get to vote. the first time." "papi, last year you voted five times on "dancing with the stars."" "only because that kristi yamaguchi is an asian ball of fire, but this is for the president." "i've dreamt about it for a long time." "well, you're not the only one who's excited about the election." "got big plans." " what?" " to promote my shop." "yeah, the polls are right around the corner, and justin is gonna hand out flyers," " dressed in a red, white and blue suit." " no." "i think it's gonna be a really big day for hilda's beautilities." " and for democracy." " i got a job!" "ay, betty, i left mexico so my family wouldn't have to sell fruit on the street." "no, i get to choose this winter's sizzling hot fruit." "it's a quarter page in "mode" with a picture, and i'm in charge." "i'm in charge." "mmm. i like the carambola." "unh. so five minutes ago." "you're right." "it was everywhere last winter." " what about the durian?" " ay, no. this thing stinks." "pass me the dragon's eye." "don't bother." "the name is much more interesting than the flavor." " believe me." " mmm. kiwi." " ki-won't." " you're right. that's boring." "i need to find something dazzling, unpredictable." "it might be my only chance." "hang on. i got it." "the tico berry." "what?" "dad, i've never even heard of that." "it-it-it's brizilian, very rare." "i learned about it from this, um, busboy once." "interesting guy." "here it is." "ay, papi, that is one ugly berry." "well, don't judge it by the outside." " find out what's inside." " "succulent, flavorful, rumored to have special healing powers."" " hey. hmm?" " let me look this u succulent and flavful- reminds me of me." "mom, inappropriate." "well, there's not much here, except something on someone's blog." "hmm." "oh, my god." "what?" "oh, my god." "what?" "!" "all right, people, listen up." "we have a very important announcement." "daniel, she's your girl, so go ahead." "betty has scored a giant coup for the sizzling hot issue." "her choice for sizzling hot fruit, the... tico berry." "ahem. is the beloved fruit of supermodel adriana lima." ""growing up as a young girl in brazil," ""adriana would spend the summers on her grandfather's farm," ""where he grew tico berries." ""she ate them every day." "she creds them for making her beautiful."" "amanda, they don't have any in the cafeteria." "it's not for me." "it's for my friend." "so la lima has agreed to a cover and a feature story for us." "this is big. adriana has never done a "mode" cover, so we're gonna cut the sizzling hot budget, go all-in on the shoot." "betty, it's yours." "run with it." "what-what do you mean?" "you made it happen. we want you to be the project manager." "really?" "well, that's initiative, people." "sometimes it comes in unlikely brown packages." "thank you." "oh, sorry, kimmie." "we're gonna have to cut the hot club. maybe next time." "wow. i'm so happy for you." "congratulations." "thanks. thank you." "game on, betty." "±¾×ÖÄ"½ö¹©Ñ§Ï°½"Á÷£¬ÑÏ½ûÓÃÓÚÉÌÒµÓÃÍ¾" "=ÆÆÀÃÐÜ×ÖÄ"×é=- ·­Òë:" "Ð£¶Ô:" "Ê±¼äÖá:" "ÎÒ°®Ê¨ÐÄÐ¡s" "marc, the car is not here." "make it get here." "well, do something now." "aren't you wilhelmina slater?" "oh, dear lord." "i'm sorry to bug you." "i know you must hate this, but i am such an admirer." "well, you're probably either gay or a gossip." "neither, i'm afraid." "connor owens." "connor owens from crittenden?" "formerly. just took my stock options and ran." "you did a nice job over there." "oh, a good book always sells itself." "the trick is marketing the brand." " well, that's not happening for our company." " really?" "that's criminal." "any publisher in town would love to have your titles." "uh, nice meeting you, connor." "connor, would you have any interest in coming to meade?" "i don't think that's gonna happen." "danny meade and i don't quite get along." "really?" "how so?" "oh, let's just say there's a little bit of history there." "you take care, ms. slater." "it was great to meet you." "daniel, hey." "i was just wondering if there's anything i can do" " to help out on the adriana lima shoot." " uh, yeah. talk to betty." "suzuki, always great to see you." "well, danny, we love a scoop at "fashion buzz,"" "and landing adriana lima for the cover of your march issue" " is two scoops with whipped cream and sprinkles." " well, the truth is, it's my incredibly capable assistant who made it happen." " you should talk to her." " mm. little person does good. great angle." "where is this plucky lady with a dream?" "uh, betty?" "b-betty." "yes?" "makeup." "okay, i can't stand to see makeup done badly." "i was on tv once, and i know how to do it." " please let me help you." " um, no, thank you. i'm fine." "no, you're not." "i mean, what you're doing is seriously awful." " well, maybe you and i have dif - look, if you're gonna represent the magazine, you have to look good." "okay, if it's impoant to "mode," it's important to me." " keep your eyes still." " why?" "um, eyelashes?" "trust me. people watching at home go straight to the eyes." "i hate to say this, but congratulations." "you know, you've done a really good job" " with this whole adriana thing." " wow. thank you." "so do you want to practice what you're gonna say?" "well, i am a little nervous." "this unique cover gives "mode" a special opportunity to show a new side of adriana." "one of her favorite sayings is, "tico is life,"" "so this incredible photographer we've hired is going to use the tico berry as a gateway to adriana's childhood memories, as in a surrealist painting." "i know that i'll be the first in line" " when it cos out on the newsstands." " awesome." "i forgot to tell my family that i'm gonna be on tv." "i'll be back." "okay. we'll just finish when you get back." "how do you guys lift these lights?" " i mean, they look so heavy." " i work out a lot." "yeah, i can tell." "so do you think this is gonna be bright enough for tv?" "yeah, we're good. any more, and it might be too hot." "well, i don't think it's bad if things get too hot, do you?" "well... papi, the polls open at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow." "you gotta be dressed." "can't have my clients see you in your crazy old man pajamas." "you worry about yourself." "you're crabby in the morning." "i'm cute. justin!" "what?" " ?" " i'm not wearing this." "sweetheart, that is so good." "who could rest that?" " anyone with taste?" " oh, come on." "you look great." "hello?" "what?" "aunt betty's gonna be on television!" "stylish people of "mode," could we have a little quiet, please?" "we go live in five, four... this is suzuki st. pierre with breaking news." ""mode" has scored adriana lima for their sizzling hot issue, and it's all the doing of this young lady-betty suarez." "speak, betty." "um, well, suzuki, i was researching our sizzling hot fruit, the tico berry, when i discovered that adriana's grandfather grows them on his farm." "farms." "we know what those are." "those are the things fashion people knock down so we can build our weekend houses." "tell us more, betty." "what other newsworthy crumbs can you drop on the ground for gossip-hungry "fashion buzz" viewers, hmm?" " wow." " she's doing so great." " i bet you she gets her own show after this." " quiet. i want to hear what she says." "steamy brazil, was it?" "well, suzuki, um... this unique cover is a great chance for "mode,"" "um, to show... um, show, a-a different side of adriana." "not so, uh, old." "i mean, uh, not the same old  not the same old thing." " now, uh, does the tico berry go good with vodka?" "would it make a good tico-tini?" "uh, her... uh, her berries- adriana's berries... um, well, adriana's berries have never been, um, been seen before." "ooh. uh, sorry. sorry. um..." " holy crap." " there goes her show." "what-you know what?" "um, i'm sorry." "just o-one second." "suzuki, hi." "hi." "as our girl adriana says, "tico is life."" "and when you see this cover, you'll know why." "i know i'm gonna be first in line at the newsstand" " the day it comes out." " well, you'll be right behind me, 'cause i can't wait." "you heard it first." "adriana lima in "mode,"" "from kimmie keegan, associate editor." "great work, kimmie keegan." "wonderful job." "betty, so, uh, everying you've done so far to make this cover happen has been fantastic." "you're working very hard. you're putting the pieces together." "ugh!" "just rip it off, daniel." "the tv spot was a disaster." "kimmie will work on the cover with you to add a little polish." "any questions?" "no questions." "i'm so thrilled about this." " i'm really excited for us to be working gether, betty." " moving on." "anyone's name who is not on the masthead may leave." "you are unbelievable." "you sabotaged me." "uh, it's not my fault you don't have the face or pores for television." "no, you just couldn't stand that i was in charge," " so you had to weasel your way in there." " i happen to like being in the spotlight, and unfortunately, there's just not room for the two of us." "yeah, well, we have to work as a team, so it'll have to be." " that's one way to look at it." " and what's the other?" "the shoot is in two days." "my bet is, is that by the time it happens, one of us will be gone, and it's not gonna be me." "you know daniel, i was thinking about what your mother said." "about hiring a c.f.o.?" "well, i only know him by reputation, but, uh," " i heard that connor owens is an exceptional - no." "well, he has the best business mind this side of iger." "absolutely not" "daniel, i-i thought we had reached a place where we could work together on things." "isn't there a chance you could put whatever silly issues you have with him aside and do what's best for meade?" "daniel, i'm so sorry to bother you, but i really don't think that i can work with kimmie." "why not?" "well, i don't trust her, and she brings out this side of me where i want to scratch her eyes out." "betty... do you think i like working with wilhelmina?" "well, no." "there isn't a day that goes by that i'm not fighting with her about something." "like it or not, she's my partner." " we have this magazine to put out. - but kimmie's trying to take my project from me." " so don't let her." " no, but she doesn't play fair." "that's her problem. you gotta worry about yourself." "this is what you wished for, right?" "as you move up, things aren't gonna get easier." "my advice to you- be a professional." "take the high road." "and christina aguilera walks in with her child, and she's breast-feeding." "how did it happen?" "we used to be the ones spreading rumors, mocking coworkers, ruining self-esteem, because god made us pretty, god made us mean." "sometimes he gives with both hands." "but look around." "it is kimmie's world." "okay, but before we go nuclear on her, we need more." "i agree. and you know me, i hate going nuclear." " you love going nuclear. - i do love going nuclear, and destroying someone is fun." "oh, look. it's sad betty." "betty, we need to talk to you." "there's a problem, something that affects all of us, like global warning." "it's kimmie, and the inconvenient truth is that she's evil," " and she has to go." " what do you mean, go?" " we need to kill her." " get her fired." " whatever." " and we need your help." "she's working with you on the shoot, right?" "i don't know, guys." "getting someone fired..." " betty, she threatened your family." " what?" "when?" "okay, she didn't do that, but she did weasel her way into your big moment, right?" "yes." "it's not exactly taking the high road." "betty, yes or no?" "no." "people, behold." "this is a loulou de la falaise reproduction of marie antoinette's famous framboise necklace." "poor girloved her berries." "betty, do you think this might be a good idea for the adriana lima shoot?" " maybe. yeah." " it's just a suggestion." "it could be the perfect complement" " to that beautiful oscar de la renta gown." " bom dia." "bom dia. adriana" " mwah. adriana. mwah. tudo bem?" " tudo bem." " hi." " i haven't seen you since milan. how you feeling?" "i've been great except for my broken finger." "you should see thether girl." "joking. joking." "but i'm really happy to be here to do this photo shoot with my beloved tico berries." "oh, we are just thrilled to have you." "kimmie has been telling me all her ideas for this photo shoot." "the theme of memory is genius." "uh, kimmie's ideas?" "i don't know about genius, but it could work." "and guess who we got to shoot it?" "phillipe loire. we saw him at t club last night." " cliff was supposed to shoot that cover." " that skank needs to be stopped." " kimmie, what is going on?" " oh, i saw in the schedule that you gave out that adriana was landing lastight, so i met her at the airport and introduced myself." "we hit it off, so we went out for some dinner and some drinks." "and then you told her that my ideas were your ideas?" "well, maybe you should have done more" " than just send a fruit basket to her room." " adriana, hi." " hi." " i'm betty suarez. nice to meet you." " i work here. actually - sorry, but we, um, we have to go." "sorry, guys. but, um, a. lim., it's spa time." "i'm sorry to interrupt." "i'll see everybody tomorrow." "and remember, tico is life." "don't worry about her." "she's just someone's assistant." "screw the high road." "i'm in." "let's kill kimmie." "it's a pleasure to be here." "daniel knows me from harvard, but unlike some people in this room, i didn't grow up rich." "nobody ever gave me anything." "i grew up in a council flat in sydney." "if that's where i end up, fine by me." "is there a point to this delightful mini bio?" " oh, daniel." " i never take a job for the money." " ah." " when i ran accounts for beard  phelps and a client didn'tike our campaign, i didn't take no from some v.p. of marketing who couldn't find his nuts with a gps." "i went over the idiot's head until i was standing in a room with the person who had the power to say yes, and then that person said yes." "because if i learned one thing talking to my old man on a prison phone through a glass partition, it's never take on something you can't defend." "and i can defend this company." "but i won't lie to you." "there's work to do." "you need a new business plan." "here's what i'd do." "read it through." "it speaks for itself." "thanks for your time." "thank you." "daniel?" "it's an odorless, colorless gas." "when she wakes up, she's got heroin stuffed in her pockets." "police come in, whisk her away, problem solved." " i don't know how i feel about sending her to prison. - yeah, i'm gonna have to go with betty on this one." " too far, mandy. too far." " i say she deserves" " whatever horrible punishment she gets. marc, - your boyfriend's getting cheese on my couch." "cliff, napkin." "honey, i know you're upset and anger-eating because you lost the adriana shoot, but trust me, kimmie will be dealt with." "it just has to be appropriate." " do they still make guillotines?" " not constructive." " wait. that's it." " marc, you're scaring me." "the marie antoinette necklace" " that wilhelmina wants to use in the shoot." " yeah, but that was just a suggestion." "that was no suggestion. that was vintage slater scheming." "that necklace is up for auction, and if a "mode" cover spikes the price, wilhelmina gets a cut." "and if that necklace isn't around adriana lima's neck... then someone will lose their head." "ay, louisa, you look beautiful." " and yohave your "i voted" sticker, so you get 10% off." " all right." " justin's outside. he'll cash you out." " all right." "okay, thank you." "okay, who's next?" "hi. come on in. come on in." "sit down." "okay, i'm thinking, like, um, a sexy michelle obama or maybe a stylish cindy mccain." "oh, excuse me. mija?" "oh. ruminate on that. i'll be right back. okay, good." " sweetie, are you gonna take a break soon?" " i got business out the wazoo." " but you haven't had a chance to vote yet." " yeah, papi, i'll do it if i have time." "mija, do you realize how important your vote is?" "mija, you are an american." "ay, spare me the civics lesson, okay?" "you know what's american?" "making money." "i am not about to slow down the best day of business this salon has ever had to vote on something that i don't care about." "it's got nothing to do with me." "now i gotta go. i got business." "hi. sorry about that." "you know what i was thinking?" "senator clinton." "it's a style that never quits." "all right, just make sure everyone's okay over there," " and then i'll - o.m.g., kimmie. it looks amazing." " you did such an awesome job." " thanks." "i love how those things" " look like they're free-floating in the air. - oh, yeah. it's suri-realism." " it's this thing tom cruise's daughter invented." " oh." "oh, but what is that thing on adriana's stand-in's neck?" "ew. marc, check that out." "ugh. it is awful!" "it's a giant piece of fruit." "what, did it fall off of carmen miranda's hat?" " oh, or is the theme berries?" " oh." "tico berries, strawberries." " what about blueberry?" " or a halle berry?" "this was betty's idea, wasn't it?" "it was totally betty's idea, 'cause it sucks." "do you really think it's that bad?" " the worst." " beyond." "i don't know." "yeah, it blows." "could someone please lose that necklace a-sap?" "get it off her neck." "it's hurting my eyes." "okay, come on." "we don't have all day." " we set her up, betty." " you knock her down." "since you haven't said anything, i assume it's a no go on hiring connor?" "fine. i'll give him a call, tell him we didn't think he was the right fit." "i'll talk." "hi, daniel meade for connor owens." "connor, daniel meade here." "i'm sitting with wilhelmina slater." "so how'd you like to come run the business side of meade?" "you'll have the offer in writing tomorrow morning." "yeah." "you were right." "we need him." "well, thank you, daniel, for putting your ego aside and respecting me on this." "this is albacore, okay?" "i don't eat albacore." " now go back to nobu and get me what i ordered." " hey, kimmie." "i was just wondering if you needed me to do anything," " you know, help out?" " no, i'm good." "gosh, i'm so nervous you know, wilhelmina's gonna be here any second." " so?" "big deal." " well, not for you, because you're so good at standing up for yourself, but i'm not." "i mean, wilhelmina always has such strong opinions," " and i always back down." " well, i'm sure she likes that." "no. no, she hates it." "she only respects people who stand up to her." "really?" "yeah. i mean, she's gonna walk in here, ask to change ten things, but what she really wants is for someone to say no." "i always say yes." "i just wish i wasn't so weak." "the only way to impress wilhelmina is to be strong." "oh, well." "* if anybody wanted to know * know *how to party and get on the floor *" " you made it happen, betty." " ye, i did." "i'm proud of you." "you found a way to make it work with kimmie." "oh, uh... yep, i did." "this business is tough." "it really makes you wonder, what kind of person am i?" "what am i willing to do to get ahead?" "it's not easy." "so how's everything going?" "excuse me." " kimmie, i have to talk to you right away." " bad time. adriana's due any minute." " no. look, i may have steered you in the wrong direction." " hey, betty." " what are you doing?" "stop this." " guys, i can't do it, okay?" " this isn't how i want to get ahead." " oh!" " we have to distract her. does anyone have a 6-foot hoagie?" " no. ooh." "all right, so i set you up." "wilhelmina hates it when people disagree with her, so whatever she says, just do it." "what?" "just back down and look weak?" "no, thanks." "unlike you, betty, i intend to go places." "no, but that's what she wants." " she wants you to be weak. she wants everybody to be weak. - you're so transparent." "no, i am being honest." "look, she really, really wants that necklace in the shoot, so just put it back." " necklace!" " unbelievable. now you're trying to set me up to put that ugly necklace back on the model." "no, i was setting you up before." "i am not now. i swear." "look, betty, i know how to judge character, and right now you're oozing petty, bitter, jealous ooze." " it's all over you. i see right through your stupid little plan. - kimmie." "so, uh, where is the necklace?" "it's not going to be in the shoot." " but i want it in the shoot." " yeah, but it's hideous, so we're not using it." "now don't worry, babe." "i got it covered." "just sit back, relax, have a doughnut." " do you have some kind of death wish?" " my only wish right now is that you scooty scoot scoot." "go on. find someplace shady." "get the damn necklace and put it in the damn picture." " here." " it's not going to be in the picture." " that's my decision, and that's final." " well, you're fired." " no, i'm not fired." " oh, yes, you are fired." "but-but... wait a minute." "they tricked me." "that's not fair. i have worked too hard to get here." "this is my jumping off point." "what about my blog, my vlog," " my perfume, my fashion line?" " security, come get her, please." "nuh-uh. this is not how it's going down." "no kimmie, no shoot." "how about that?" " excuse me?" " have fun doing a tico berry shoot with no tico berries." "no. no, kimmie!" "don't." "please don't." "that's all we have!" " this way, miss." " what are you doing?" "get off of me." " come on, now." " screw all of you!" "you haven't seen the last of me!" "what?" "adriana lima's arriving." "i'm here and ready to go." "where are my tico berries?" "betty?" "oh. too late for a haircut?" "no. no, no, no. not at all." "come on in. have a seat." "i saw one of your flyers over at voting," " and i thought i'd, uh, pop on in." " oh, great. how do you like it?" "oh, just-just clean it up a little bit." "i have this work thing later," " and i want to look, you know, sharp. - no problem." "i had no idea this little salon was right here in the neighborhood." " i love it. it's great for the community. - yeah, we don't get a lot of foot traffic, you know." "it's not like this is a business district. you have a hard time getting a business license?" "nah. i didn't get one." "what's the big deal, right?" "well, they could hit you with a pretty big fine," " shut you down. - yeah, but who's gonnsay anything?" "maybe no one, but, uh, it's always better to be safe with these things. trust me." "i'm a councilman in this district." "so you're here to bust me?" "uh, no. actually, i just really needed a haircut." " well, now you're not getting one. - i'm just telling you the law. it's my job." " get out. - but you only finished half my hair." "all right, look." "why don't you take my card?" "and i promise, i'll do anything i can to help you." "but i strongly suggest you shut down temporarily" " until you get that license." " "archie rodriguez"?" "that's me." "well, archie rodriguez, i have six weeks of bookings, and now you're telling me that i can't run my own salon?" "what can i say?" "next time you could vote me out." "betty, do something." "are there any more berries?" " they weren't very easy to find." " well, adriana's not doing the shoot without those berries." "if this falls apart, it's a major fiasco." " the press will kill us." " hello?" "i'm waiting for my beautiful berries." "uh, they'll be here in a minute, adriana." "we can't bluff for too long." "you know what they say about models," " but this one is a smart one." " done. anybody have the sunday "times" crossword?" "we have a lot riding on this." "are you sure you don't want me to take over?" "no. uh, no. um... i just remembered something." "adriana, hi." "hi." "i'm betty suarez." "i work at "mode."" " nice to meet you." " uh, adriana, did you get that fruit basket we put in your room?" "yes, i did." "it was wonderful." "thank you so much." "oh, good. uh... see, 'cause i know i put some tico berries in there, and it would be great if you didn't eat all of them, because, you see, we don't have any tico berries for the shoot." "i don't understand." "this whole shoot was inspired by the berries." "i know, i know, and we had them." "it's just, there was an incident, and now we don't." "and it's not like it's exactly easy to come by them." "i mean, this isn't todos os santos bay." " how do you know that?" " well, it's where your grandfather's farm is, right?" " yes." " i did the research." "kimmie told me she did all the work." "yeah." "okay. i get it." "she's that type of girl." "well, it's not exactly like my way's any better." "we don't have the berries." "so..." "did you eat all of them?" "i gotta say, you really pulled it off, betty." "congratulations." "thank you, daniel." "and i owe you an apology about kimmie." "she was a bad seed." "i didn't see it." "oh, well. you were right." "the thing that's important is how i do my job." "oh, uh, speaking of the business, i got you something i thought you might be able to use." " what?" " hello, daniel." "connor." " this is my assistant betty sua - betty suarez. hi." "you're connor owens." "oh, my god. you're, like, famous in the publishing world." "and you've got a good handshake." "firm, strong big hands  really big, like tennis racquets with fingers. - ahem. betty." " sorry." " it's nice to meet you." " so did that offer come in?" " yes, it did, and i'd like to talk about it with you." "betty, would you excuse us for a second?" "we did it." "so now it's real." "that was smooth." "and wilhelmina has no idea." "looks like somebody had a good day." "yes. today was a good day." " what you holding on to so tight?" " oh, nothing." "just something my boss gave me for doing a photo shoot." "oh. so you got your chance." "uh, yeah, mainly because you told me to go for it." "oh, well, i was just telling you what i tell myself." "well, it worked, so thank you." "sure." "so let me see what you got." "business cards." "they don't have a title yet, but i'll get there." "and you can keep that one." "i have plenty." "that's really cool, betty." "thanks." "*..." "last night * i had a reason to stay in the back of my head * * still, i have to say good-bye * * here in this bed * free * you are free"