Palm Royale

Let's get these thrusters activated

so we can launch out into space and do our mission!

Roger. I have reset the tracker, the SI fuel, S-IVB octave levels are high,

and the GDC trans control powers are all set.

We are ready to set up

the SP thrust directors on the booster logic dump!

Go ahead and get those boosters running.

Stop touching those things.

Do you know what you're doing? No, you don't. So stop touching them.

Ground control to Apollo 12. You are go for launch.

Is it too late to change partners?

- T-minus ten, nine... - Counting down.

...eight-- Main engine start.

One small step, pal!

Wowee.

Just like I imagined it.

Endless horizon full of possibilities.

I think I'm gonna vomit.

Apollo 12, prepare for reentry.

Roger that, controller man!

Please, God, no more!

- I have some news. - Spare me the suspense.

The gun, it's gone.

What do you mean "gone"?

I threw it into the ocean! And the Rolodex!

You found Norma's Rolodex?

Well, little did I know, it ended up in the hands of the pool boy.

Then Linda found it, stole it and then destroyed it!

Anyway, it doesn't matter, it's amazing!

You're free, Evelyn. Everyone's free!

Oh, God.

How was it, ladies?

So good, I nearly tinkled.

- You dumb fucking dum-dum. - What?

I told you to keep that gun in the safety-deposit box.

- You have really gone and fucked me. - What?

And if what you said is true, Linda's fucked the Beach Ball.

You think I was after that Rolodex for the goddamn addresses?

God, fuck it!

Get me out of here!

Reach for my hand!

- Oh, yes, yes. All right. Okay. - Give me your hand! Pull! Harder!

- Pull! Pull harder! - Your nails--

- Very thin wrists. I'm sorry-- - Pull! Pull it!

My head was spinning.

Certain I would be celebrated for freeing everyone from the Rolodex.

My boosters had fired, but somehow I was still on the launchpad!

Did we lose Evelyn?

I think the space simulator made her a smidge queasy.

Ladies, welcome to NASA.

Over here, we have an exact replica of the suit Mr. Neil Armstrong wore

when he walked on the moon.

Where's the original?

He took it home.

Right this way.

Ladies, I wanted to ask you a question about the Beach Ball.

We all know our dear Norma

is known for safeguarding the secrets of the town,

with the requisite expectation

that her silence be rewarded by gala attendance.

- Uh-huh. - Go on.

What if I was a different kind of socialite?

What if, from here until all the tomorrows to come,

the Beach Ball was just the most important, grand ball of the season?

No threats attached. Completely consensual.

Then why would we come?

Maybe if you had a real somebody in attendance.

A marquee guest.

But no one would come just for you, Maxine.

And now, the apex of our tour.

I present to you

the finest America has to offer!

Yes, these are actual astronauts in quarantine

before their mission next week.

...three, four.

One, two, three,

keep going-- four.

Now, if you could get one of them, I would come immediately.

I mean attend.

I said, "31 floors? Hell, Perry, let's make it 32 floors."

And he said, "Let's make it 33 floors!"

And then I said, "Let's go to 34 floors!"

Thirty-four floors!

Am I not enough?

For the condos?

The Beach Ball. If it's just me. For people to come.

Are you even listening to me?

This is a big deal.

We even scored Pinky Kimberley-Marco.

Raquel's mobster husband?

Pinky is the best contractor in Palm Beach.

Perry even got him to agree to cut us in for cost.

Linda said Perry's hinky.

Come again?

She might have even used the word "radioactive".

Max, Perry may be spirited,

but it's that same go-get-'em nature that landed us royalty.

Royalty?

The investor that we met with in DC is the one and only Prince of Luxembourg.

Wow. Perry really does run with the horses.

That's what we're hashing out tonight over dinner.

Guess what? The new-- get this-- West Palm Beach

Prince of Luxembourg Luxury Towers.

Perry's confident, with the imprimatur of a prince, people will go anywhere,

even West Palm Beach.

Anywhere...

Douglas, I think you just saved the Beach Ball.

Have I now?

Oh, yes, you did. Those ladies would go to a Tijuana donkey show

if it meant meeting a real prince.

I'll-- When we're at dinner,

I'll invite him myself to be my marquee guest.

Douglas?

Here's the thing about that.

This is what you'd call a carefully choreographed song and dance

set to a finely calibrated orchestration, Maxine.

Douglas?

- It's a boys' dinner. - No.

It's not personal, Max. It's business. You understand.

You told him!

You told my husband about the other night, and now he's upset with me.

And I'm not enough. And he's having dinner with a prince without me.

And now I don't have a chance to invite him to the party!

What happened the other night?

Maybe, out of insecurity and too many Grasshoppers,

maybe someone made a silly mistake with someone who drove me home.

Maybe that sort of thing happens to someone all the time?

So it wasn't a big deal.

Well, maybe someone could be a little more modest.

And maybe someone isn't used to being rejected,

even if someone didn't mean it.

There you go.

I didn't tell your husband a thing because there's nothing to tell, Maxine.

You didn't?

I didn't.

Hi, Norma!

I'll let you two eat your applesauce.

We did it, ladies!

"Investigations show that real estate scion Perry Donahue

frequently paid off inspectors during the construction

of the Emerald Isle condominium complex."

My friend at the Miami Herald sent me an advance copy.

First we expose Perry, then Agnew, and then Nixon!

The first domino of the patriarchy is about to fall.

Already feels safer for this little one.

I'm sorry, we don't sell The Shiny Sheet here.

What did you do with the Rolodex, you spoiled little shit?

What Rolodex is that?

The fucking Rolodex that controls this entire town.

What did you do with it?

Linda?

Did you do something with it?

We better have this conversation in private.

Lead on, Linda.

What?

You burned it?

Can you keep your voice down?

I will keep my voice at present volume as long as I please! Please and thank you!

- Oh, my God! - I did the world a favor.

Don't you get righteous with me, you murderous twat.

That is so offensive on so many levels.

You two nitwits deserve each other.

- What did Maxine do? - She didn't tell you?

Tale as old as time. She found the gun you shot your father with

and threw it into the sea.

- What? - Wipe that smirk off your face.

Wow. Well, you've already showed your hand, Evelyn,

by showing your face in West Palm Beach.

Eat a dirty sock, Linda.

This is not over. Far from it.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna go tell my father on you.

For the record, I was never in West Palm Beach.

Excuse me. My husband, Douglas, is here dining with a Mr. Donahue

and the Prince of Luxembourg.

Tell the story.

You know what, I think I see 'em.

No-- Okay.

- Excuse me, I just need to powder my nose. - Yes, of course.

Maxine!

Bathroom. Now.

Yeah, that's the thing...

Don't tell me you came here innocently

dressed in the national colors of Luxembourg, Maxine.

For your information,

Douglas forgot his plans, and I came to drop them off.

And now that I'm here, I happen to see

this wasn't actually a boys' dinner after all.

The prince wasn't about to go stag.

Well, what about you?

Someone has to keep Perry sober while they close this thing.

Dinah?

Perry knows, Maxine!

About my affair with Eddie.

- Oh, no. - The little pied-à-terre I bought him.

Everything. And I am furious!

You're furious?

He says it frees him up to do what he wants.

All of a sudden, he's a bohème.

I already know he's seeing other women.