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Ladies and gentlemen, we are now approaching Marrakech, Morocco,

where the local time is half past 3:00 p.m.

As we prepare for landing, please make sure your seatbelts...

Thanks.

Katherine, it's Mona.

I think you're getting to that retreat today.

That's great.

But I know those things sometimes end up being more fun than work.

I just wanted to remind you of our deadline.

If we want to make your publication date, and it would be kind of disastrous not to,

we need your draft by...

Oh... thanks.

- Madame, welcome to Kasbah A'shab. - Hi.

I'm Hamid.

And your luggage is where?

Somewhere between JFK and here.

Oh, no, it's lost.

I'm gonna be optimistic and say misplaced.

Madame Benzakour was really sorry not to greet you herself.

She's dining with the other guests.

And this is you.

It's an ancient one. After you.

Oh.

Wow.

Oh, my God.

I, uh, RSVP'd so late.

I thought they'd put me in a broom closet.

Well, Madame Benzakour, she insisted you have her best room.

Who got bumped?

This is amazing.

Oh, wow.

Well, I will wait for you outside.

And whenever you're ready, I'll take you to dinner.

Oh, um...

No, no. No dinner for me.

You sure? Madame Benzakour was eager to say hello.

Oh, Hamid, I'm so tired.

Do you think if I just took the smallest room,

I could skip all the group activities?

I'm really... I'm just here to work.

Well, this is not a problem.

- Well, good night, madame. - Good night. Uh, Katherine.

- Sorry? - I'm not a madam.

Just a Katherine.

Very well.

Holy shit, Owen.

What are we doing here?

Don't ask me. I followed you.

Hey, Lily Kemp.

You made it.

Welcome. I'm Fatema Benzakour.

It's so nice to meet you.

And Owen. That's correct?

That's me.

Come, I'll show you around.

We are still waiting for some guests to arrive,

but all the other writers will be here by dinnertime.

This is the main kasbah.

But I have put you two in one of our garden rooms.

This way, please.

Wow.

If you don't see what you want in the kitchen,

just ask anyone, and they will take care of you.

- All right. - Okay.

Hamid, did you put their bags in their room?

- Yes, Madame. - Thank you.

- Hello. - Hey, man.

Fatema, this is incredible.

Thank you.

Everything is from my great grandfather's time.

Except the mattress, which you will be glad to know is new.

- Good. - Okay, I'll let you settle in.

Cocktails on the terrace at 6:00, okay?

Thank you so much for having me. It's such an honor.

Come on. The honor is mine. See you later.

I mean...

Oh, my goodness.

Pretty awesome.

Owen, look at this view!

You can see forever.

Seriously, how lucky are we to be here?

Hey, I know her.

Yeah. I still can't believe this is real.

I can.

What the...

Yeah.

Why am I getting real estate ads from some random phone?

I gave a realtor your number.

What? You can't go giving out my number.

You said you'd find a new place to live before you left.

I've been busy. I'm writing.

Kath, if we wait for you to stop writing to move out,

you'll live here forever.

Neither of us wants that.

You know how hard this book has been?

That's why I flew all the way out here just to get some quiet, all right?

- Kath. - To concentrate.

You sending this apartment bullshit isn't helping.

Yeah, well, helping you isn't my responsibility anymore.

- Yeah, you are the crime writing... - Yeah.

About crimes, yeah.

How long did it take you to write your graphic novel?

Listen, I read one of your books,

and I want to tell you you can improve yourself.

- I'd say two-and-a-half years all in all. - Really?

We'll talk again later.

They're all literary giants, and I wrote a glorified beach read.

They're just gonna take one look at me

and see what a total fraud I am and then just kick me out.

Hey.

You wrote a great book.

- You got this. - Thank you.

- Okay. Yeah. - Just police story. I was bored.

I am sorry.

Oh, my God, it's Ada Dohan.

- I don't know who that is. - Okay, she won the Nobel Prize,

- so act like you do. - Okay.

Lily Kemp?

- Yeah. - I'm Rafih Abdo.

Yeah.

- Uh, your memoirs... - I was really excited

to know you would be here. I loved your book.

Oh, my God. I... That...

Thank you.

This is Owen.

- Hey, nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you too, man.

Rafih wrote that beautiful memoir about his time as a child soldier in Libya.

- Oh, right, yeah. You loved that. - Yeah.

Listen, can I ask you a question about your book?

- First of all, like... - Okay.

When did you write it?

I started it right after college...

Hey, buddy.

How's it going?

All right.

Fiction or non-fiction?

I'm sorry?

Which do you write?

Oh. Neither.

I'm not a writer at all. I'm in finance.

I'm just here with Lily, my girlfriend.

Let me guess.

She dedicated her book to you, huh?

She did.

Yeah, I did.

I couldn't have done it without him.

Bullshit.

Bullshit.

Excuse me?

A book inside a writer is like a fetus in a womb.

Once it's been conceived,

there is nothing anyone can do to either speed or prevent its arrival.

Hmm? You're at best, an amenity.

Like the warm towel in business class. Huh?

Did you have a good time?

You hardly said anything all night.

Yeah.

Okay, you can't take that warm towel stuff personally.

She's a notorious shit-stirrer.

Okay? It's just what she does.

It's fine. It's fine.

Great.

I need an Ambien.

Are you going to take one?

No, I have my call.

Oh, yeah. Okay.

- Good night. - Good night.

Wait, what?

Oh, shit.

Oh, come on.

Shit.

Come on.

Shit.

Thank God.

- Hey, it's me. Are they on already? - It's okay,

- but they've been waiting. - Shit. Put me through.

Hey, Owen.

Hey, sorry. Little reception issue, but I'm here.

All right, here's the deal.

We cleared the sale of the property with the rest of his family.

They're all on board, just waiting to hear from us.

And like I said, he'll only sell if he can stay on as CEO.

So that should be part of it.

Yeah, we saw your email. We got it. All good.

- We'll let you know when the offer is out. - Okay.

Great. Just wanted to make that clear.

Hello?

Fuck.

Hey.

Hey.

Water.

Cell service. Barely.

Right.

Okay.

Hey. Um...

Did you happen to see what door I came out of?

Uh, no.

- Sorry. - That's okay.

Hold on.

- The stairs are over here. - Okay.