Younger

Clare and Rob aren't together.

He is an available, single person.

And have you asked Clare how she feels about that?

This was all you.

You set me up.

Hey, what are you doing with that sign?

Maggie Amato's been canceled.

If you loved Charles and he proposed to you,

then why aren't you married?

It's gotta be your terms or it just doesn't work.

I wanted to have all of you.

You did have all of me.

Oh, my God, you don't believe me.

Can you blame me?

Okay, walk, walk, walk.

Give us a twirl.

Yeah, okay. Toss the pony.

Mama is on her way to her solo art show!

You don't have to gas me up

like I'm going to an actual art show

at a real gallery.

It's a dive bar, Liza.

But that makes it cool, right?

Hey.

Do you remember the first time we met?

At your show at that coffee shop in the Village?

Well.

It was barely a show

or a coffee shop, and just so you know,

they were selling hash there.

Okay, will you just let me have this?

It might have been a tiny show to you,

but I bought my very first piece of art,

which I still have,

and I met an incredible friend,

which I still have.

Tonight is going to be amazing.

Even if it's not...

exactly what you expected.

All right.

Here we go!

Well,

this is exactly what I expected.

Maggie, hi!

Hi, hi, hi. Uh, okay.

It has been a bit difficult getting media to cover you,

what with all the toxic social chatter,

but true heads know.

Okay? - Okay.

It's gonna be-- - Hey, Mags!

Congrats. This is amazing.

Whatever.

Oh, um, and Kelsey had to take off early,

but she sends her love and she promised

that she's gonna plug the show at Inkubator.

Right on. - Ooh, patrons!

They must have seen the social campaign.

Hi, there! - Hey.

Are you the girl with the drink tickets?

I am she/they. Yes.

Welcome to "Maggie Amato's Who's That Girl:

Deconstructed Identities in the American Simulacrum."

Now, tell me, which of our marketing endeavors

led you to our exhibit?

Exhibit? Where?

Oh, nice!

Uh, so drinks?

Yeah, drinks are for guests of the show.

Got it. Um...

I think-- - Yeah.

We're good.

Thanks. - Okay.

Kay, uh, maybe we should take a group photo.

Okay, everyone cram in real tight.

Make it look like it's packed.

You guys, you don't have to do this.

Of course we do.

I'm, like, officially washed-up.

You are not washed-up.

No, you're right. I am canceled.

You don't have to stay.

It's okay. - We're not going anywhere.

All right? Will you shut up?

The only place we're going is the bar.

What do you want?

Oh, I don't know, whatever, you know,

pairs with the edible in my purse.

Bourbon. Bourbon, neat.

Coming right up. - Okay.

Oh, no.

Absolutely not.

Oh, God. - Hi.

I don't know what you're doing here,

but you've got 40 seconds before Maggie notices you

and unsheathes whatever's in her boot.

What? - 35 seconds.

It's usually a switchblade.

But given how comprehensively you've ruined her life,

she may have graduated to something gnarlier.

Serrated. - I'm not here--

25 seconds. - I'm not here--

The reason that you're here is irrelevant,

because you're leaving as fast as those

shapely little legs can get you to the relative safety

of the back alley there, okay?

You've got 25 seconds.

I'm going.

I've seen what I needed to see.

Wait, wait, wait. - I'm listening.

Are you gonna tell me this is a bad idea again?

Yeah.

That is a good point. What else?

Can you just stop being cute?

Seriously, I left my friend's opening

to come and end this, and...

you're making it really hard.

Kels,

we've been over this a hundred times.

Look, I like spending time with you.

I think that you like spending time with me.

Yeah.

But if dating is too complicated,

I understand.

We can just be friends. - Mm-hmm.

And you can still come over, and we'll just...

play Monopoly.

Seriously?

What, are you not getting enough real estate

acquisitions in life?

Oh!

Yeah, everybody thinks it's such a clever gift

to get a developer.

I just got a Brooks Brothers one,

which they'd probably take back

if they saw what I ordered for dinner.

So pick a board.

And we will have a nice, quiet,

friendly night in.

If you want.

Yeah.

"Inject Dylan Park into my veins."

"I need more chapters. Now."

"I make $97 an hour working from home."

What?

Okay, that last one was a bot,

but these comments about the chapter

are glowing.

Yeah. - You look nauseous.

Well, I don't want this to peak too soon, you know?

We still don't have a way to get Dylan's book to readers.

We're doing it online, aren't we?

We can't just throw it up on a Wix site

and call it a day.

Totally. What's a Wix site?

Lauren is helping me

find someone that can built the app.

And hopefully a cheap someone,

since I spent all my money on Dylan's advance.

Oh, boy.

He has been in a mood.

What is going on with him?

Uh...

we got into a little tiff

over the Jonah Rothchild book.

How little? - I sorta refused

to get into the car with him and took an Uber home.

Oh, Liza.

What, did you think that we needed another obstacle?

Well, he's the one who killed the book, not me.

Maybe we should--we should just tell him the app plan.

If he finds out we're hiding something--

No, no, no, no. The whole reason

that we're doing it this way is because he doesn't

trust our taste.

So we need receipts.

Like, actual ones, before he knows anything, okay?

So just...

downplay.

I have gotten several phone calls

and emails this morning about

"Empirical's new start-up."

"Start-up"? No, no. What?

It's just--it's, like, a teensy little forum

for unknown voices.

That may be, but every news item

mentions that it is run by two Empirical editors.

We didn't want Empirical

to be completely ignored in this.

Especially with a demographic that we're no longer serving.

Well, I would appreciate it if you distance the company

from this in the future.

And I would remind you

to keep your eye on the ball here.

Meaning your actual paying jobs.

Of course.

I'm gonna go call Lottie

and tell her to leave Empirical's name

out of her mouth.

Lottie is our contact at Vulture.

She's a great gal.