Shining Vale

Previously on Shining Vale...

My firm is pitching to the New York Archdiocese

and they paired me with an expert.

- Kathéryn. - Let's put a pin in Kathryn

and get back to your ghost.

Let's say she's your muse.

In the meantime, just take the Clonazepam.

Possible side effects include hallucination,

blackout, memory loss.

I wrote 13 pages,

and I'm hearing music coming from the closet.

We have a vintage Tiki bar.

Why aren't you so fucking happy?

Because I know it was you who sabotaged my presentation.

I told a room full of priests to "suck a hot dick."

I got suspended. Kathryn got fired.

I have no memory of doing that.

Welcome, Patricia.

- Are you my muse? - I'm Rosemary.

Did you write those pages?

We wrote them together. Let's celebrate.

I haven't had a drink in 16 years.

You deserve it.

You shouldn't be here.

Hey, hon. How's it going?

Fine.

- Yeah? - Mm.

Getting a lot written today?

Yeah.

Hey, I heard they opened a pressed juice stand

at the farmer's market.

What do you want me to do about it?

Oh, come on, honey.

Don't be so grouchy.

See, I-I'm trying to finish my work.

And when you come up here, it's...

It's distracting.

And then I lose my train of thought

and I have to start over.

Maybe I'll pick up a couple of fresh juices,

and when I come back, you'll let me read something.

We'll play it by ear.

It was Sunday, which meant church,

pork chops, and sex with Rolf...

Did you say something?

I did not.

Huh, okay.

Terry, we're gonna make a rule.

When you hear me typing or... or talking

or whatever the fuck you hear me

doing up here, it means I'm working.

So please don't come in.

You think you could handle that?

Sure.

So why don't you start by getting the fuck out now?

Okay.

And a trip to Vogel's market

for some not-so-subtle flirting with Dan the Grocer.

Hi, Rosemary.

Hello, Dan.

You got some great hams here.

They're bone in.

The manager says your husband said

not to let you buy alcohol.

Well, you can tell your manager

I will not be treated like a...

Goddamn child.

You want mango madness or green machine?

Oh, green machine.

Great choice. I love that.

You look nice.

And where's the insult?

No insult. That dress hides your flass.

And that's mean slang for?

"Flat ass," obviously.

Oh, obviously. You look nice too.

Is that for your virgin boyfriend

or is today the big Diane Sawyer costume contest?

I don't get that old person reference,

but yes, this is for Ryan.

Surprisingly respectful.

Yeah, I'm trying to break him,

but his Lord and Savior continues to cock block me.

Aw, that's my baby girl.

And here's our last hope for the Phelps' line.

What's for breakfast?

Mm, you're holding a bagel.

Sweet.

Well...

You know, it's funny you guys should ask because I-I do,

I have a really big meeting today.

Shit.

Oh, God.

Ugh.

Eh.

Hello?

Oh, God, Terry!

Sorry. I didn't mean to scare ya.

Wow, look at you. You look great.

Really? Gaynor says I have a flass.

Oh, well I love a woman with a fleshy ass.

So can I, uh, pour you a drink?

Why? Why... why would you ask that?

Because, look at all this stuff.

Can I make my lady a...

an Elderflower Cordial?

Virgin, of course.

That sounds absolutely horrible.

Coming right up.

Why are you all dressed up?

Oh, 'cause Kam wants to talk to me

about the new pages I sent.

I've been on such a tear. It's been so easy to write.

That's never happened to me before.

I'm happy for you. That's great.

You're sweet.

I still feel bad about writing "suck a hot dick"

in your presentation.

I don't understand why Thom

would suspend you for something that I did.

Ah, it's a power move.

Plus, I don't think he likes the idea of a man

who doesn't have a control of his home life.

But in his defense, he's a gigantic asshole.

Such an asshole. I still feel bad.

Don't. Other than barely seeing you this week,

I've had a great time off. Honestly.

Got to do all the dad stuff I never get to do, you know?

Take the kids to school,

repair the wall that you hatcheted open.

Oh, we got a lot of treasures around here.

Look at this.

Oh, good. More junk.

No, no, no. That's a...

That's a vintage movie projector there.

Look at that. Dark secrets, dirty movies, who knows?

And wait, there's more.

Oh.

Can't wait for that to chase me around in my nightmares.

- Ahh! - Stop.

Can you help me pick out paint samples?

Oh, shit. I gotta catch my train.

No, follow your heart. Wish me luck.

Well, she's gonna love it.

I fucking love it!

Ugh. It's next level.

And holy shit, Trish. Uh, Rosemary?

I mean, she's like you, but more.

And where the fuck did she come from?

You know Dr. Berg, the shrink I hate?

Mm.

Pill pusher, misogynist. Yeah.

Exactly. I love him now.

He told me that Rosemary was like my, uh...

My alter-ego slash muse.

So now I just take a little vitamin C

and she practically writes it for me.

Jesus, Trish, cocaine?

No, Clonazepam.

Don't worry. I have a prescription.

Oh, good.

I mean, you can't get addicted with a prescription.

I take a half of a pill just to relax me.

And then I get into her character.

Pl... don't give me shit. It's working.

All right, well, there's some potential bad news.

I passed your pages around the office

and the elite division wants your book.

That means a new advance.

Like, triple your old ones.

What? That's great news.

W-what's the bad news?

I said potential bad news.

'Cause historically speaking,

when things start going really well for you,

you self-sabotage.

Around the office we call it "pulling a Pat."

I resent that. I really do.

I... I think I have this wife-mother-artist shit down.

It's my kid's school.

Why do I allow myself to be happy even for one second?

Hello?

Do, do, do. Lights...

cameras...

Nothin'.

Y'ello.

Jake got caught with porn at school.

How? We blocked everything on his phone

other than Poison Control and the compass.

It wasn't on his phone. It was... it was a magazine.

Where'd he even find them?

I don't know.

But the school wants one of us to come get him.

Can you please handle that for me?

It's my last day home from work.

Of course I want to have the dirty magazine

talk with my son.

Ow, mother...

Well, well, well.

Look at us.