"All right, lovelies, let's catch up with the women of "Bold."" "Jane, determined to be the world's finest feminist writer, learns that means straddling a fine line and revealing yourself." "Kat kissed a girl." "And I liked it." "She really liked it, but not everything else." "I booked a flight to Paris." "Coco and I are going to try to work things out." "And Sutton finally got her job offer in the fashion department." "The starting salary, it's just a little bit lower than I was expecting." "But she'd have to push to make it work." "I'm Nora Ephron, bitch." "These are the women of "The Bold Type."" "Lookin' in the mirror" "Don't like what I see" "What happened to my dreams..." "I'm not entirely convinced this is a good idea." "I am." "You're not just embracing the crazy to get over Adena?" "No." "Are you wearing a bra?" "What is that?" "Okay, you know what?" "I can't feel." "The fact that you guys can't even tell is really depressing." "Hey, no bra or no bra, it doesn't make a difference 'cause it's all coming off in a minute, yeah?" "Yeah." "Not yeah." "And there they are." "Are we gonna get in trouble for this?" "No, Jane." "It's all right." "It's legal." "Yeah, a lot of things are legal." "Yoga pants on a date are legal." "Doesn't mean we should do it." "It was one time." "Yeah, you still did it." "Hey, check out cargo shorts dude." "He's totally gonna stare." "Get a lawn chair, perv." "But also, hey." "All right, ladies." "Are we almost ready?" "No, not ready." "I'm not ready." "Jane, in 1986, seven New York women on a picnic were charged with showing" ""that portion of the breast below the top of the areola."" "They appealed, and they won." "Yeah." "Women fought for our right to do this." "Anywhere in New York that a man can take his top off, so can a woman." "It's the law." "Mm-hmm." "Yeah." "And I respect the law." "Yeah." "This is our contribution in an ongoing mission to fight for women's breast health and breast equality." "Oh, come on." "You're just whipping your boobs out." "Uh, yeah." "True." "That is our water delivery guy." "You guys are gonna flash the water delivery guy?" "They're just breasts, Jane." "Exactly, which is why mine are going to stay in my bra where they belong." "Three, two, one." "Go!" "You two guys have fun though." "Oh, yeah." "I am." "Yeah, feels good." "Uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh oh" "Baby, I'm a wild child" "Hey, yo, fashion department coming through." "Please stop." "Hey, everybody." "We've got a big hitter." "Fashion department right..." "Oh, my God." "Stop, you guys." "Seriously." "This has been my desk for the past three years." "Now I'm gonna keep walking." "Hey." "No more Lauren phones, Lauren schedules." "No more green juice." "You're gonna be great, kid." "Oh, and hey, don't forget us." "Never." "My kingdom of dreams" "Baby, it's a wild life" "And, baby, I'm a wild child" "Good morning." "Red." "From now on, early is on time, and on time is late." "Got it." "See this flea market?" "It all leaves for Iceland in two days, which means every piece gets ID'd, sized, and carefully packed so that we don't have any problems with customs." "Yes, I'm on it." "Mm-mm." "This break room dreck is not giving me life today." "I'm getting coffee for the room." "Anyone?" "Venti cap." "Chai tea." "Espresso." "Americano." "Two Splendas." "Don't run away to Aruba." "That's a venti cap, chai tea, espresso, Americano." "Two Splendas." "Hey, where are you going?" "Fashion emergency." "You wanted to see me?" "Have you ever wakeboarded?" "Uh, no." "They crank the music from the back of the boat." "Okay." "So yesterday, you posted a photo on Scarlet's Instagram account that was removed by their compliance." "May I see it?" "Uh, sure." "It was the topless protest in Central Park." "I thought it fit well with our breast health awareness issue." "Well, unfortunately, Instagram has rules against posting photos that include women's nipples." "As our social media director," "I'm surprised that you didn't know that." "Oh, I did." "That policy is sexist." "Men can post photos of their nipples but women can't, even though it's legal for women to be topless." "You're making the posting's removal from Instagram the story?" "Already picked up on "Jezebel."" "That's an aggressive strategy, which I like, but for the time being I want you to stop." "What?" "And so does our board of directors." "They've contacted me about this." "Really?" "I know that it's frustrating, Kat, but our Instagram account is important." "It has enormous reach, and we can't afford to have it taken down." "So no more nipple postings until you hear from me." "Yeah, okay." "Thank you." "All right, ladies." "What do you have for me?" "What are the qualifications to be a board member?" "Balding, off the rack suits, juggling." "No, I'm serious." "I don't know, why?" "They just killed the campaign to raise breast cancer awareness, so I'm thinking the qualifications must be cowardice and bully...ish..." "Ness." "Sure." "I mean, why do these middle-aged men get to tell us how to manage our breast health?" "Do we tell them how to manage their testicle wellness?" "Not me." "And, you know, for some reason it's all about the nipple." "Like, regardless of the law, a woman's nipple is still this forbidden zone." "It's ridiculous." "I'm gonna find my way around it though." "Oh, is that what you're doing?" "Yeah." "You're not texting Adena?" "Checking in?" "Even though she went back to Paris to be with her girlfriend." "It's like you're a detective, Tiny Jane." "Seriously though, what is going on between you two?" "We're just keeping in touch." "We're keeping it light, staying friends." "And yes, we were almost more than that, but the timing was off, and we realized it just wasn't for us right now." "It's not that big of a deal." "It just took you that gigantic sentence to explain it?" "I'm gonna back to freeing the nipple, which has nothing to do with me avoiding thinking about Adena." "Wow." "Your self-awareness is amazing." "Your parents must be really good therapists." "500 an hour, babe." "This is great." "It feels like we're playing hooky." "Yeah, but we're on a coffee run." "Oh, come on." "I like being outside of the office with you." "We don't have to hide." "Yeah, me, too." "You seem deep in thought." "Everything okay?" "Yeah, I just..." "I guess" "I'm thinking about how to start off on the right foot with Oliver." "I want him to see me as capable of more than just a coffee run." "You know, you are far more assertive than you give yourself credit for." "Aw." "After all, 'twas you who made the first move on me." "No." "It was so mutual." "Oh, is that what you call it?" "Because I was there, and I specifically remember you approaching me with purpose." "Yes, that's because when you see a superior in public, you're supposed to give a professional hello." "Well, it was a pro move, I I'll give you that." "Hey, do you want to know a secret about that night?" "Yeah." "I wasn't actually there to meet Jane." "I was supposed to be going on a Tinder date." "Sutton Brady, you pretty little liar." "You said that she canceled on you at the last second." "Nope, Tinder date." "And I saw him walk into the bar while we were talking." "No way." "Yeah, that's why I so deftly moved you into a booth in the back." "Well, see right there?" "You are good at getting what you want." "I guess I am, huh?" "Okay, I really got to go." "Venti cap." "Chai." "Thanks." "Coffee." "Thanks, Red." "You know my hair's not red, right?" "Yes, but it should be." "It would be fabulous with your coloring." "Oh." "Oh, my God." "What's wrong?" "Just our second crisis of the day." "The first one happened before you got here." "I will never be just on time again." "The jewelry for Wednesday..." "Go on." "I wanted to borrow from Paduano, from their new Rapture line." "Oh, I love that line." "We all love that line, but Felipe Paduano thinks" "I buried his last collection too deep in the book." "He's punishing me now, not lending me anything." "Call other designers." "Wait, Oliver." "What if I can get the Paduano?" "He's mad at us." "You can't." "But what if I can?" "Are you a cat burglar?" "No, but..." "Then call the other designers." "Oliver, you want the pendant." "Let me get it for you." "Wow." "Gumption." "Why am I not surprised?" "Bring me the Paduano pendant, but none of this absolves you from any of this." "Got it." "Thank you, Oliver." "Jenny, hey." "Yeah, I got a new job and I'm wondering, do you wanna help me kick ass at it?" "Michelangelo's sculptures are anatomically perfect with the exception of female breasts." "He was forbidden from observing them." "That is how old our schizophrenic relationship with breasts is." "Even today we deal with some of the same issues, but we have to soldier on, fight the good fight, especially where breast health is concerned." "So does anybody have a new angle there?" "I met a female doctor who thought, with the right family history, women should be offered genetic testing for mutations in the BRCA genes... the BRCA genes, as early as their 20s." "That's way too young." "Why do you think that?" "Well, actually, a lot of people do." "She's taken a lot of flak for giving a preventative double mastectomy to a woman in her 20s." "In her 20s?" "That's so irresponsible." "Is it?" "I think we need to find out." "Jane, go see her." "Yeah, but what about Alex?" "What about Alex?" "You're a woman in your 20s." "You'll have a better handle on this." "Yeah, but it's his story." "Alex doesn't have a problem with this, right?" "Mm-mm." "I like that you have an opinion." "Go in." "Ask her the tough questions." "So what's next?" "Sage, what do you have for me?" "The doctor's name is Elysa Hendricks." "Buckle up." "She is intense." "Hey, Jane." "Does Jacqueline know about your mom?" "I don't think so." "I'll be fine." "Don't worry." "Wow." "Oliver's letting you take that dress?" "Well, he wants the Paduano necklace." "We didn't really get into details." "Oh." "Damn, Sutton." "Big swing." "But if I come back with that pendant, it's gonna be a..." "Touchdown." "You don't watch sports, do you?" "Not one second." "Aw." "Adena's getting gelato." "Seriously?" "Fashion closet." "Should've looked there first." "Hey, Alex." "What's up?" "Have you talked to Jane?" "Hey, Jane." "Hey, cutie." "What's up?" "You guys, I have an appointment." "I really got to go." "Are you sure that going to see the BRCA doctor is a good idea?" "Yes, it's fine." "I'm fine." "You sure?" "Yeah." "It's an article." "I'm gonna write it." "I write articles." "That's what I do." "So do I have permission to go?" "Yeah, we were just thinking, you know, while you're there, maybe you could, um... ask the doctor about getting the test." "Our insurance covers it now." "I got to go." "Love you guys." "If one of your parents has a BRCA mutation, you have a 50% chance of having it." "Right." "And if you have the mutation, your lifetime chance of getting breast cancer jumps from 13% to as high as 80%." "Let's talk about testing women in their 20s." "Okay." "It seems aggressive." "Cancer is aggressive, so I am, too." "Some would call it irresponsibly aggressive." "I get the impression you are one of those people." "The stats you gave me are for your whole lifetime." "The chances of developing it before 30 are much smaller, so to put a woman in her 20s through this, why?" "What if a cure is found before then or a better test?" "Why put them through the worry when there's nothing to be done?" "The answer to all your questions is prevention." "Prevention is always better than treatment, always." "What's your family history?" "This isn't a personal article." "I ask women I meet on the street the same question." "It's what I do." "I want to get people thinking." "Jane?" "What's your family history?" "My mom had it." "And how old was she when she was diagnosed?" "32." "That's very young." "Yep." "You're an excellent candidate for testing, Jane, though I suspect you've already been told that." "Hey, Jenny." "Oh, hey." "Okay, should we do this here?" "It's not a drug deal, and I'm already late." "Okay, J. Mendel." "Cornflower." "Hand-pleated." "Silk chiffon." "My God, Sutton." "It is gorge." "Yeah, and it has to come back gorge." "I'm just wearing it to a wedding." "I don't do tequila anymore." "Oh." "And here you go." "Oh, amazing." "And you're not gonna get in trouble, right?" "No." "I'll tell the downstairs guys the clasp broke, it's upstairs getting repaired, and tell the upstairs guys it's in the basement getting cleaned." "No one will know where it is until it's back, right?" "Wednesday." "Wednesday." "You know, one day soon, we're gonna run this town." "Not everyone will be spared my wrath, but you?" "You'll be all right." "I wanna feel it on my skin" "I wanna wake that fire within" "Come on" "Light the fire in me" "Come on" "Light the fire, light the fire in me" "Light the fire in me" "I wanna taste it" "I want the thrill" "I'm gonna get it, know that I will" "Come on" "Light the fire in me" "Come on" "Light the fire, light the fire in me" "Brendan, hey." "What's up?" "You having a fun summer experience with us?" "Yeah, it's an incredible opportunity, and..." "Yeah, that's great." "Um... so..." "I have a favor to ask you." "Okay." "Um..." "Show me your nipple?" "Wow, okay." "Not even gonna question that?" "It's been a long summer." "This isn't even close to the weirdest thing" "I've been asked to do, so." "Mm-hmm." "Thank you." "Hey." "Hi." "How'd it go?" "Fine." "Did you..." "Where are you going?" "Going to take photos of dudes' nipples." "Okay, and this is work?" "Oh, yeah." "It's so much more than work." "I'm saving women's breasts and taking on the patriarchy." "Great." "See ya." "Okay, honey." "Jane, how'd it go with that doctor?" "It was fine." "A little more specificity would be fabulous." "I will type up my notes for you." "Jane, come here." "What's going on?" "Her advice is irresponsible, and I don't think this is something that women in their 20s need to be obsessing about." "Well, that was the attitude you walked into the interview with." "It sounds like maybe you wrote the story before you got the story." "I didn't do that." "I asked hard questions." "Well, let's go over your notes together." "And this is a delicate subject, and I want to make sure that if we draw a conclusion, it's the appropriate one." "I asked her hard questions." "I don't agree with the answers." "Jane, that's not the way this works." "You're not the doctor, she is, and if she thinks that young women need to take this seriously..." "She thinks I should have the test." "I'm 25." "It's ridiculous." "Well, why does she think that?" "It doesn't matter." "I'm not doing it." "Jane... who in your family had it?" "Was it your mom?" "Yeah." "I understand why this is tough." "No, you don't." "Then explain it to me." "Oh, my God." "This is the story you want me to write, isn't it?" "Let's discuss this in my office." "Why, so you can tell me what an incredible journey this will be for me as a writer?" "I can write all about how my mom was dying from breast cancer when I was in kindergarten, how the only thing I really remember about her is her hospital and her mechanical bed, and how the smells in there still scare the crap out of me." "I could relive all of that for you, for "Scarlet" magazine." "Jane, I think you should take a walk." "Why?" "No, it's not fair." "I mean, we do all of this for you, and what do we even know about you?" "Anything?" "Your secrets?" "No, of course not because that's not how this works." "We're just here to dance when you clap your hands and be your little writer monkeys here to humiliate ourselves, to torture ourselves for you." "Take a walk." "Look, I'm..." "I'm sorry." "Right now!" "Hey, guess who has $5,000 worth of jewelry on her lap?" "Not me." "I don't." "That was a joke." "Totally joking." "I yelled at Jacqueline." "What?" "Where are you?" "I don't know." "She told me to go for a walk so I'm..." "I don't know, somewhere in Midtown." "What happened?" "I-I don't know." "She was..." "She kept pressing me about my mom, and I just-I flipped out." "You stay right there." "I'm coming." "Drop me a pin." "Okay, bye." "Hey, what went down?" "I completely lost it." "I lost it on Jacqueline Carlyle." "Okay." "All right." "It's okay." "It'll be fine." "She was asking me about my BRCA article, and it became about me, and I just felt cornered and used, and..." "Great." "I am not to return to the office, and I need to be available for a 7:00 meeting at some random address." "It's an exit interview." "I'm getting fired." "Hey... you're not gonna get fired, okay?" "You're not." "You are too talented to get fired for this." "I have to go back to the office, though 'cause I really do have $5,000 worth of jewelry in my pocket." "What?" "Oh, my God." "Oh, my God." "Oh, my God." "What?" "The Paduano pendant." "I don't have it." "It's not in my pocket." "It must have fallen out into the cab." "Oh, my God." "It's a necklace in a bag." "Yeah, my friend left something in a cab, and we're just wondering if you have a lost and found." "Okay." "Well, if anything does turn up, please call this number." "Hey, Jane." "No, stay home." "Get ready for your meeting." "Love you, babe." "Kat's helping me." "We got this." "We really don't got this." "Are you sure you don't remember the cab company?" "No, I don't know the cab company." "Taxi-Limousine Commission says if we don't know the company, then we have to just call 'em all, and even then we still need the cab number." "I can't believe I did this." "Is that Richard?" "in to see Jacqueline?" "Do you think it's about Jane?" "I'll be right back." "Yeah." "Jacqueline said nothing to me about Jane." "And knowing Jacqueline," "I have no idea what she's gonna do." "So how much is the necklace worth?" "About $5,000." "Well, there's only one thing to do." "Report it." "I can't do that." "Sutton, they have insurance." "Even after what your crazy friend Jenny..." "She was helping me, Richard." "Okay, but she has to file a claim soon for it to hold." "Don't lie to an insurance company." "It's my first day." "What do you not get about that?" "I can't look so stupid." "I don't know what to tell you." "That is my professional, legal advice." "Not what I want to hear right now." "Hello?" "Hi." "Hello, Jane." "Hi, um... are you from HR?" "Come on in." "Jacqueline's waiting for you." "So she's here?" "Yes, we live here." "I'm her husband." "I'm Ian." "It's nice to meet you." "Come in." "Jackie." "Oh, boys, boys!" "No screens until your homework is all done." "James, I just turned off the Wi-Fi, so come on." "Come introduce yourselves." "Hello, I'm James Carlyle." "Hello, I'm Connor Carlyle." "Hi." "Jane Sloan." "Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you." "All right, boys." "Thank you." "And take Frida." "Take Frida, please." "Come on, Frida." "Come on." "Please sit down." "You wanted to know more about me." "One husband, two boys, one dog, no church." "I take a statin for my cholesterol." "I love to cook Cambodian food." "I have been taking cello lessons for...eight years and..." "I'm awful, and there's more, but I don't feel a need to share it with you because I run the magazine." "Okay, enough about me." "Let's talk about you, Jane." "Well, isn't fashion sexy?" "Oliver's testing you on day one?" "No, I'm here this late because I just... haven't been in the office most of the day." "Hey, are you all right?" "No." "Do you know what treatments your mom tried?" "What drugs?" "I never wanted to know." "I'm surprised." "You're ordinarily someone who over-arms herself with information, but not this time, huh?" "You know, fear causes bad behavior, like today in the bullpen." "Yeah." "That can never happen again." "I know." "I'm sorry." "Don't say sorry." "Jane, you just need to get control of this fear that's spinning you out." "Do you know why I originally assigned you to this article?" "Because I thought there was validity in your argument." "I don't think every woman in their 20s should get this test, but you're not every woman, Jane." "You need control." "You thrive on information." "I think you should strongly consider getting the test." "Okay." "What?" "Look, I really appreciate all of this, and I know people are trying," "I just don't think they understand." "I don't need the balloons and the ribbons and the marches and the awareness, and I definitely don't need Kat tweeting #Prevention every five minutes." "Just makes it worse." "So what do you need?" "I just..." "I need everyone to know how scary this is." "Yeah." "It's in a little satin sack, probably still stuck between the seats somewhere in a cab, one of eight million New York cabs, and I can't stop hearing the recording of the mayor's voice saying, "Don't forget your belongings."" "I hated that thing." "It freaked me out." "It made me feel like he was watching me." "Oh, Big Brother's always watching." "You." "That's it." "I have to go back to where the cab dropped me off." "Do you want to come?" "What?" "You know everything's closed right now?" "Okay, this is where I got out." "Over there." "There's a really good reason not to steal stuff in New York." "You mean besides not stealing stuff?" "Well, yeah, but also there are security cameras everywhere." "Like that one?" "Oh, my God." "Yes." "Oh, I love you." "In the past 24 hours, the "Scarlet" Instagram account has had four more photographs flagged and taken down." "The board's very concerned." "They shouldn't be." "It shouldn't have happened." "One of the photographs was of a woman's nipple on a statue." "I used a few filters to make it look real." "Please tell me the board does not have a problem with classic Renaissance art." "The others were of dudes' nipples." "You know, humans with penises, and I know the board definitely doesn't have a problem with that." "Our very own intern Brendan was one of them." "His big debut." "He's got a really nice nipple." "That's all very clever, Kat, but one more and they'll shut down the account." "They can't do that." "They've crowdsourced compliance." "Yes, they can." "Look, I'm making a point, okay?" "And the story's already been picked up by "Jezebel," "HuffPo," "BuzzFeed."" "How many clicks?" "Unique views." "31,000." "We have 2.1 million Instagram followers." "It would be a terrible trade to lose that account over 31,000 clicks." "I'm sorry, but the board is insisting that we play by the rules on this one." "We understand." "Thank you, Richard." "Okay, I have a better idea." "We are going to post pictures of cancer survivors post-surgery..." "Kat." "Literally no nipples." "They can't take that down." "Kat, stop." "I don't think this is about women's health for you anymore." "I think this is about you winning against the board." "Maybe a little, but..." "No buts." "Richard was right about Instagram." "We reach a lot of women with that account, and we can't have it taken down." "I'm trying to raise awareness." "Then raise it, but remember that there are a lot of young women out there at risk for breast cancer who are wrestling with what is a horrible decision, and I don't think they need us up in their face" "telling them what to do." "They need our support and our understanding." "And you know one of 'em." "Thank you." "Sutton?" "Where the hell is that girl?" "How long does it take to get something cleaned?" "Are you joking?" "Can't give you video." "Can't reveal my customers." "Dude, this is a dry cleaners, not a strip club." "Who cares?" "Ugh." "Okay, we're gonna have to scare him." "Scare him?" "Yeah." "Like, threaten him or something." "You want me to threaten a dry cleaner?" "No." "Yes." "I'm insane." "You're not insane." "Desperate." "Let me think of something." "I have to get this." "Sutton, we're gonna get this tape." "Hi." "You're not at work." "No, I'm at a dry cleaner on 41st and 6th." "I think that the security camera might've caught my cab." "Sutton, what are you doing?" "It's fine." "Oliver thinks that I'm just getting the necklace cleaned." "No." "No, he's annoyed that you're not at your desk." "I just walked by." "Oh, crap." "Look, if I could just get this guy to show me the security footage, I can fix this." "I don't think this is a good idea." "You should get back to the office." "You still there?" "I need to do this, Richard." "So..." "I'm really glad you still work here." "Yeah, me, too." "Jacqueline says I need to stop living in fear because it's changing who I am." "Look, I want to apologize." "No." "Let me finish." "I know I've been pushing you." "It's really easy for me to tell everyone else to go and get their breasts checked, but I'm not in your position." "You know why I do it though, right?" "'Cause you want what's best for me." "Sort of." "Sort of?" "Well, I actually just really want what's best for me." "I'm a selfish bitch, and I'd hate it if you ever got sick." "I mean, you're, like, 50% of my social life." "What would I do?" "That is so true." "Yeah." "You do what you want, Jane, and I will support it." "Truly." "Just know that I love you." "A lot of people do." "I love you, too." "You see this key?" "It says do not duplicate." "Yeah, so?" "Last week, you duplicated it." "So?" "See, I went on a date with this girl, she was crazy." "She stole this key and copied it here at this store." "I almost got "Fatal Attraction'd"" "because you ignored a legally binding inscription, and now I'm suing." "Or you can let me look at those tapes." "Look, this isn't legally binding." "It's a myth that locksmiths can't copy these." "Okay." "I didn't want to have to do this, but I'm gonna have to call my lawyer right now." "Oh, no." "He's telling the truth." "I just Googled it." "Seriously?" "What's the point of even having the inscription?" "I know." "Listen, sir, I don't know if you came to this city with a dream, but I did, and today I did something to jeopardize that dream." "I'm sorry, what was your name?" "Max." "Max." "Maxy." "Look, the mistake that I made was one out of friendship." "See, unfortunately several years ago..." "Oh, my God." "Just shut up, both of you." "If I let you watch this tape, will you get out of here?" "So fast." "Yes, cab 9U55." "He returned it?" "Oh, my God." "Okay, thank you so much." "I'll be right there." "They have it." "They have it?" "Yes!" "New York cabbies." "I know." "Thank you so much." "Hey, you did most of it." "No, but you were there for me." "I mean, you invented a stalker." "Yes." "Richard, hi." "Hi, Sutton." "How is the new job going?" "Is Oliver not being too tough on you?" "Oh, no, he's not." "Thanks for asking." "Good." "Alex, right?" "Yep." "Hey, Richard." "Pleasure." "Dry cleaning?" "Uh, no, actually I... came to get a couple copies of a key made." "Two copies of this key please." "A little to wrong, than you like it" "A little too broke to buy it" "A little too great to hide it" "I'm a little bit wrong" "You know, this is gonna sound crazy, but I actually had fun today." "You had fun?" "Mm-hmm." "I had a panic attack, but I'm glad you had fun." "No, seriously." "It was epic." "Definitely epic, yeah." "Yeah." "So you're seeing him?" "Richard." "No." "Yes." "Please don't say anything." "Oh, I won't." "A little bit wrong than you like it" "A little too broke to buy it" "It's too bad, though." "What?" "You seeing him, Richard." "Because if you weren't, I'd kiss you right now." "Can you pull over right here?" "On the right." "A little too bent to fix it" "A little jam on my biscuit" "Lipstick's like love, I'll kiss it" "I'm a little bit wrong" "I don't know what you did to get this, but color me impressed." "And three, two, one, that feeling has passed." "Okay, back to work." "Things to do." "Chop chop." "What can I do?" "Go to Hermes." "I need their best new fall turbans." "You want me to choose them?" "No, I already did." "They're waiting for you." "Go." "But nice try, Sutton." "Hey, babe." "Hey." "Come on." "Time to dig your heels in" "Stick to your guns" "Hustle for your hunger" "Get the job done" "When you're breaking on the inside" "From the cracks on your face" "Paint it by the numbers" "Keep playing it safe" "Hey." "Hi." "We got your text." "Yeah." "Are you guys busy right now?" "Not too busy for you." "Just survival of the fittest" "What's up?" "One by one" "Can you record this?" "What, really?" "Yeah, for my article." "Do you mind?" "It's up to you." "It could help somebody someday." "Okay." "Okay, go ahead." "Hi, I'm Jane Sloan, and I am a 25-year-old woman living with a disease, and that disease is fear." "My symptoms are irritability and bad decisions, but today I'm taking this disease on... and my fear of needles." "I am getting the blood test to see if I have the BRCA gene mutation, and I don't know what's gonna happen, but I can tell you that" "I feel better already." "You've forgotten what you came for it's the funniest thing" "And it's over." "That was so beautiful." "I did forget to press record though, so you're gonna need to take more blood." "Maybe the other arm." "Stick her again." "Yeah, could we get another one?" "This time in the butt." "I will end you." "Hearts decomposed" "And bound to be broken" "I have your results from the blood test." "They indicate that you are positive for a mutation in the BRCA1 gene." "Um...so I have it?" "You don't have anything." "You're perfectly healthy, but, yes, you do have a gene mutation that increases your risk of getting breast cancer over the course of your life." "That's all." "There are several options for managing your care, and we're going to find the one that works best for you." "First is surveillance." "This involves breast screening, like mammograms, MRIs, and/or ultrasounds every six months or so to monitor any changes in your breasts." "You guys, you don't have to be weird around me." "I'm fine." "No, but really, I'm..." "I'm good." "I'm happy to have the information, and I feel like I can just keep living my life." "Good plan." "Agreed." "Plus, who knows what kind of treatments they'll have in 5 years?" "In 10." "In 20, we're all gonna be robots." "Yeah, fully bionic, baby." "It's a killer day, huh?" "Yeah, it couldn't be better." "All right." "You guys ready?" "Mm-hmm." "Me, too." "All right, three, two, one." "Hearts decomposed" "And bound to be broken" "You're right." "This does feel great." "Mm-hmm." "Did anyone bring sunscreen?" "Ooh, sunscreen." "Good idea." "Want me to put it on you?" "Out here?" "We don't want to cause a riot." "Oh, sure we do."