Minx

Who are those people,

and why do they keep taking our picture?

That's Rolling Stone, and they're here today

doing a feature on Bottom Dollar.

I didn't come here to write about Bottom Dollar or Minx.

I came here to write about you.

There's a whisper campaign that a good number of our readers

- are homosexuals. - Isn't it better

if our work is interesting to all kinds of people?

We have advertisers that are paying

specifically to reach women.

Tonight, ladies choose their partners.

Len, I was, um, thinking about going back to Minx.

Oh. It's about time.

I would like you to consider it

my application to be your secretary.

But I need you to come up with more ideas for Minx.

I've gotten everything I've ever wanted,

and it's happened so fast.

Have you ever considered that maybe

you are exactly where you belong?

[NANCY SINATRA & LEE HAZLEWOOD'S "SAND" PLAYING]

Ow!

I could've sworn I set my wake-up call for noon.

- Oh. -

I can send up the concierge if you would prefer.

You do know that I have a thing for a man with a comb-over.

- Did I tell you this? -

Come here.

I am very late.

I have back-to-back meetings.

You're not gonna look very professional

without your knickers on, are you?

Just saying. Do you want these back?

Mm...

We're shooting the album cover today.

I could use your eye.

If you want to add another shoot to my schedule,

then I am going to require payment in advance.

Oh. Well, that can be arranged.

- All right. - Yeah.

You got five minutes.

- Five minutes? - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, but what if I want to, you know...

Okay, 25.

Jogging!

That's three days this week.

43 minutes. It's my personal best.

I'm telling you,

you gotta try this jogging thing.

You really do. This is the...

well, it's the healthiest I've ever felt in my whole life.

Hey, boss.

I covered your office windows

so no one can sneak a peek of...

... Secret Project X.

Sorry, Rita. It's a secret.

We know.

- Doug? - Mm?

As your probationary secretary,

can I ask you a question about Secret Project X?

You can ask me anything.

Um, does it have to be a secret?

I mean, wouldn't it be more fun

if people knew what they were excited about?

Well, it's about, you know, keeping people guessing,

so that's kind of the idea.

Oh, but...

they're not.

Well, maybe not out loud, Bambs, but...

but inside, they are.

I mean, look at them.

They've got an itch inside their brains,

and they don't know how to scratch it.

But none of these people matter anyhow, right?

We've got an audience of one,

and when Connie sees what we are cooking up,

we're gonna be writing our own ticket.

And then I'll officially be your gal Friday?

Absolutely... we pull this off,

you're gonna get a raise and benefits.

Yes!

Oh, but can I still do my own dental?

Yeah, whatever you want.

I can't believe it's real!

It just needs Bella's signature.

And also, you need to trim about 100 words

'cause I don't want to mess with the design.

Oh.

Maybe lose the bit

about Bella finding the earring?

What? It's the soul of the piece.

Ugh, you really are a writer.

Yeah!

Oh, it feels great to be back.

I have missed this place.

Aw. Well, we missed you too.

A lot of people here care about you,

and you sort of disappeared on us.

Well, I... I needed to figure some stuff out, you know?

- Mm. Like Bella? -

And her escapades seem to have brought some stability.

And adventure.

Yeah, Bella's been around the block now.

Those San Marino blocks are long and leafy.

- You don't know the half of it. -

But Bella started her journey

through some other neighborhoods too.

Ones with more experimental architecture.

Think she's tempted to revisit those?

Well, Bella is in a... a better place

with her husband, Gian-Paul,

and uh, Bella needs to focus on her work

while at work

and nothing else.

Do you get what I'm saying? I'm not good at this.

No, I get it.

- Oh, what's going on here? - Oh, nothing.

Just finishing up some stuff for tonight.

Oh, right. Your secret special something.

- What time is it again? - Uh...

Doors open at 8:00.

Don't worry if you can't make it.

You work hard, you play hard.

You deserve a quiet night in.

No, I can spare 90 minutes.

That's just an estimate.

I didn't factor in applause breaks.

Okay, you mind heading in and finishing up?

Yeah. But all good, Prigger.

I mean, Connie's coming tonight,

and those are really the only eyes I need,

so honestly, don't worry about it.

- Uh-uh. - Okay.

Okay.

- Hey! - Oh, hi! Mwah!

- Oh, both cheeks! That's new. -

Maybe I'll use that for Bella.

- Oh, you should! - Yeah.

Listen, um, I'm just popping in.

I'm gonna drop these off,

and then I'm gonna go meet Constance in Beverly Hills.

Oh, excuse me.

- Field trip with the boss? - Mm-hmm.

Somebody's making an impression.

I think she just wants to give me notes

on the August issue in her, you know, natural habitat.

But anyway, it's so good that you're back.

Oh, well, it feels great.

Everything got so shiny.

- I know. - Right?

Oh, did you look at those revisions?

No, not yet, but I will.

I'm just... you know, I'm swamped.

There's just... there's so much going on here,

and... and I... I'm trying to write my book,

and I have the... the renovations on the new condo...

And?

Plus crashing at the Margaux, yes,

so I'm just getting no sleep.

Now, is that the hotel's fault

or your rock star boyfriend?

He's not my boyfriend. He is just...

The famous musician you're shacking up with.

I cannot believe this is my life

and not some story that I'm writing in my head.

It's wild! It's almost as wild as Bella.

Where do you come up with that stuff?

Oh, well, actually...

Does my hair look okay, by the way?

I did not have time to wash it this morning

because I was having sex.

- - Yes, yes.

It looks perfect.

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here, I'm here.

Okay, I hope you can uh, read my notes.

They got a little bit smudged.

Whiskey and, uh...

... mint chip.

What a Wednesday.

Well, I learned from the best.

Yes, you did. Okay, I call it...