Mistresses (2008–2010): Season 3, Episode 3 - Episode #3.3 - full transcript

How do you all feel

about Marc and Scotty living here with us?

Awesome!

Previously on Mistresses...

I'd appreciate if you adjusted your tone.

I'll kiss your ass all day long if you
decide my wife is worthy of being saved.

Why would you do this for me?

I want to be of use. I want

to believe in something.

I love you. And I know that I'm
gonna be with you. But now right now.

This Harry must be
something pretty special.



He is.

Are you Harry Davis?

I've heard a lot about you.

Lucy, we're leaving in
five minutes! Get a move on!

I'll be ready when I'm ready!

Marc. Marc.

Get up.

Oh.

Scotty.

Scotty.

Just to be clear, Marc,
I am not your alarm clock.

I've had to wake you
up the last three days.

It's your responsibility

to get Scotty off to
school on time, not mine.



I'm not much of a morning person.

I didn't process a lot
of what you just said.

Uh, I think now would be a good time

for us to talk about a game plan.

Miranda's gone for the
next... what?... Three months.

Maybe now would be a good time

for you to look for some kind of job.

Something to get you out of the house,

give your day a little structure?

- Structure.
- Right.

It doesn't even have to be full time.

Just something to frame the day.

Gotcha. I'll... I'll get right on that.

Procedure will take
anywhere from four to six hours.

The blood will be taken from your right arm

and go through a centrifugal system here,

which basically means the stem cells

will be separated from your blood.

I've already read up
on the procedure, Alec,

so you don't have to go through it.

Blood will then re-enter your
left arm, minus your stem cells.

You'll probably experience
fatigue as the day wears on

and quite possibly pain
during the procedure,

but we can only give you Tylenol.

- We can't contaminate the...
- Why do you do that?

- Do what?
- That "talking down to the patient" thing

that you're doing.

You do remember I'm a doctor, right?

Eh, a psychiatrist isn't exactly

the same kind of doctor, now, is it?

Nurse will take you from here.

See you on the other side.

Are you ready?

Yeah, let me just grab
something to read first.

Sorry. You have to keep
your arms out straight.

But you can watch TV.

We only get a few channels on this thing,

but I think "Judge Judy" should be on.

No, thanks.

All right.

If you need anything,
just hit this button here.

Can you tell me what room he's in?

Oh! Hey, Wil!

Is our, uh, little lady ready
to get her soul cycle on?

It's Wil-son.

You and I, we are not yet
on an abbreviating basis.

No problemo, Wilsonian.

See what I did there?

- I made it longer.
- There is no way

that Calista is spinning
with you today, okay?

She is presenting her spring
line to Ken Downing tomorrow.

Well, she texted me this morning
saying that we're on, so...

Ken Downing.

Director of Neiman Marcus?

Wow?

"Wow" is what you say

when your parents let you ride a pony.

Mr. Downing is only the
tastemaker of fashion.

All right? Runway today, real way tomorrow.

No, there is no excuse for that!

That's my cue to leave.

No, you don't have to tell
me it is the 11th hour.

I'm well aware of that fact.

You know what? You know what, Ed?

It's an excuse.

And it's one frigging excuse
after another frigging excuse.

And you know what? I am tired of it.

I am tired of it. You're fired.

We're supposed to go spinning!

- Crap! I'm so sorry!
- No, no, no, don't worry about it.

You're obviously having a morning.

But, hey, if
it makes you feel any better,

that dress is so beautiful I want to cry.

Thank you,

but no one's ever gonna see it.

Ooh. Why not?

My imbecile of an event planner,

he never secured the venue,
so the "W" fell through,

and we're out, and I am screwed.

Uh, hello? I also plan events.

Venues are my bread and butter.

I... there's a million people that owe me.

Let me just make a few phone calls.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

- You're hired.
- You don't have to pay me, Calista.

I'm happy to do it as your friend.

No, don't... don't you dare.

- What? What did I...
- You never ever work for free.

Your time is worth something,

especially when you're launching
a new business, understood?

Listen, if you take you seriously,

then the rest of the world is going to.

All righty, then.

I will heed your sage advice.

And... and I will start charging you...

- ... Right after I text Harry back.

Harry?

Since when are we talking to Harry?

Since he called me the other night.

We... we... I haven't seen
him. We're just texting

and talking.

What? You don't think that
I should be doing that?

You know, what I think doesn't matter.

Um, Eva, you're done. You could, um...

Go give the dress to Wilson.
He's in the other room.

Look, you're the one who
said you wanted some time

before you committed to Harry.

I'm just repeating what you told me.

Well...

I mean, that is what I said I wanted,

but then, uh, we just
sort of fell back into it,

you know, the way that we were,
because he's my best friend.

I don't even remember why
we're not together right now.

Well, because you felt guilty about Savi

and you wanted this
relationship to be a choice

rather than a reaction to a
wedding that you didn't want.

You're right.

I did say that.

Which means no talking,

no texting. If you want a
break, then take a real break.

It's the only way to know for sure.

You're right.

Again.

Okay, great.

All right, now, please, let's talk venues.

Oh, um, literally

give me two seconds. Watch what happens.

Sorry. I'm a little late opening up today.

Busy morning.

You, uh, need anything in particular?

Uh, no, Mrs. Malloy, I'm not here to shop.

I'm from the Western Majestic
Life Insurance Company.

We were recently informed by
the FBI that your husband, Paul,

did not in fact perish
in a boating accident

in 2010.

So the death benefit in
the amount of $200,000

we paid you back in 2012

is null and void.

You have 30 days to pay it back.

My card's attached.

Call me if you have any questions.

How do they expect me to come up

with $200,000 just like that?

Sorry, you... are you comfortable?

Hmm, yes.

But you two really don't
need to be fussing over me.

Honey, if there's ever a
time to accept pampering,

it's after giving your magic,
lifesaving blood for six hours

to a virtual stranger.

Are you sure you don't
want another blanket?

I'm fine.

Now, tell me what the
insurance woman said to you.

The FBI told them

that Paul didn't die in a boating accident,

and now they want their money back...

end of story.

Did they miss the chapter

where he's dead now and
that he was murdered?

They should be giving you
more money, not taking it away.

Exactly!

I spent that money when
I thought Paul was dead

and my whole world fell apart.

I can't get that year and
a half of my life back,

but they want their money back?

They don't care that I had to hold

my crying daughter every
night so she can go to sleep.

That I am
still repairing the damage

that all of this has done to Lucy and me!

Sit down. It's okay.

Come here.

I'd be happy to give you a loan.

N... no.

I couldn't do that to our
friendship, but thank you.

Well, it's too bad I can't
ask Calista for a loan,

'cause she's loaded.

Is that why you hang out with her?

I'm not gonna lie...

it doesn't suck being treated to
lunches at the Ivy, but, no, it's...

it's way more than
that. She's unbelievable.

She's super-smart, and I'm
learning a ton from her.

I just... she's somebody I aspire to be.

I don't know. I'm... I'm really
excited for you to meet her.

Hopefully soon, before I
have to file for bankruptcy

- and move to a cheaper state.
- It won't come to that.

But I do think it's time you
hire yourself a good lawyer.

I wish Savi were here right now.

Hey. Niko.

Hey! It's the man of the hour!

Ellis.

Whoa, no! Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa! What's the hurry?

Hey, I wanted to tell you

what, uh, the investors
thought of your amusing bouches

and all the other

things you prepared for
them the other night.

Mm!

Oh, that's good.

They think that you are a genius.

- Genius, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

Wow. Uh, disposable one
week, genius the next? Okay.

You know, I never pegged you

for the sensitive type, Harry. Come on.

If we're gonna get along,
you got to toughen up, dude.

We're gonna fight. I promise you that.

You're gonna throw a punch.

I might throw a punch.

But when I tell you what
I'm about to tell you,

I think that you're gonna want to hug me.

Pb-b-b-ht!

I highly doubt that, Ellis.

Oh, yeah? Okay.

L.A. Magazine just
named you, Harry Davis,

one of the top 10 best
chefs in Los Angeles.

- Really?
- Yes, really!

They're coming tomorrow
to do a photo shoot.

This is a really big deal for us.

Big deal for you, too, Harry, you know?

So I want you to enjoy the limelight.

Okay? 'Cause you've earned it, my friend.

Oh, yeah, come on. Bring it in.

- N-no, I couldn't...
- Bring it in. Yeah, you.

I can't, mate. No. Just...

Ohh.

Joss?

Hi.

Hola!

Oh, my god! This place is adorbs!

Thank you so
much for meeting me here.

I am short-staffed today.
It's no problem at all.

I love an excuse to get out of that office.

It's so brown.

And Dom apologizes for not being here,

but I feel he did me a
favor by recommending me.

Pro Bono cases are so boring,

but, I mean, reading your case file,

it's like watching one of
my favorite telenovelas.

Oh, you love the drama.

And speaking of drama,
I hear Savi is missing?

Not missing... traveling.

Can we stick to me and my case, please?

Oh, of course. Yes.

- So have a seat.
- Yes, thank you.

Mm-hmm.

So, what's our plan of attack?

Well, it's pretty straightforward.

The insurance company
wants their $200,000 back.

We'll tell them what we
can pay, they'll counter.

And in the end we'll
just reach a happy median.

Oh no. There is no median.

- Okay, so, what can you afford?
- Nothing.

What little money I had
left, after buying the shop,

was set aside for Lucy's college fund,

and I don't want to touch that.

Besides, this wasn't my fault.

Can't you make them see that?

It's a big insurance company,
April. All they see is numbers.

But I see it.

And I love a good challenge.

Really?

Yes, I'll take your case.

Let's just go over the facts one more time.

So, he died... the first time. Then what?

Breathe.

Yeah.

Knew you'd feel worse today.

It's always the second day.

Well, you could have warned
me about that.

I believe you interrupted me
before I got to that part...

something about you being a doctor

and knowing everything already.

Your blood pressure is too low.

That's why you feel like crap.

Why are you here, again?

I called several times. You didn't answer.

Why are you here alone?

Excuse me?

After a major procedure,

why is there not someone here with you?

That's not very responsible of you.

I have a friend staying with me.

Is she here?

She had to work.

So you are in fact alone.

Yes, but...

You know where Vivian is right now

after her end of the procedure?

She's in the hospital,

surrounded by doctors and nurses.

And you're here without
so much as a house cat.

If you're trying to make
me feel worse, you have.

Congratulations.

Look, you can leave now. I'm fine.

- Are you aware your foot's bleeding?
- Yes. I-i am.

Yes, this is Dr. Adams.

Cancel my 11:00 A.M. and my noon...

Ow.

... and my 2:00. Thank you.

Ooh.

Okay, guys, can we just
finish this up here?

Chairs, about 40 on either side.

Can you just move that
a little to the left?

Wait, that looks good. Ow. Hi.

Can you just show me? That's blinding.

Just perfect.

And then just match... please don't fall.

It's very expensive.

Uh...

Oh.

Ah. Hey, you.

Thank god you picked up. I need your help.

What? Oh, my god, are
you okay? What's wrong?

I don't know what shirt to wear.

Okay.

I'm not sure that that
constitutes an emergency.

Harry, I'm kind of in the middle
of something right now, so...

Yeah, I know it's stupid, but I've
been chosen by L.A. Magazine

as one of the top 10 chefs in L.A.

They're coming to the restaurant
today for a photo shoot,

and I've got no idea what
I'm supposed to wear. Help.

Oh, my God, are you
serious?! That's incredible!

Well, you know, who knows who actually
reads these bloody things, right?

Are... um, everyone that
eats at a restaurant.

- That's who.
- Well, that's... that's great.

- Now I'm even more worried.
- I'm sorry. Don't be.

It's just, um... I'm sure
that they'll have a stylist

go through your stuff or
bring clothes or whatever.

Right. Yeah, of course. Stylist.

Good. Thank you.

Why didn't you tell me about this before?

Well, I didn't want to seem like a wanker.

A... Wanker?

Yeah, you know, braggy.

Okay, well, for the record,
you are so not braggy.

As a matter of fact,

you could stand to be a little more...

Braggy.

- We'll work on that, you know?
- Okay.

Uh, yeah.

Uh, anyway, um, I got
to... I got to go, so...

Yeah, you know what? Why
don't you stop by the shoot?

- Yeah...
- It could be fun, right?

I would be a hell of a lot more relaxed

- if you were there.
- Uh, you know what?

I-I'm actually on a job right now,

and it's... it's an insane day, so...

Okay, yeah, no. I'll...
I'll call you later.

You know what? Don't.

Um, it's... I just... I think this thing's

gonna run all day and
then through the night,

and I just... maybe it's...
it's better if you don't call.

Sure. Yeah. Of course. No.

U... you... yeah, just
buzz me when you can.

No sweat.

- Okay, I will.
- Okay.

Um... Marc?

Hey.

Aah!

Ah. I got a job.

No, make that multiple jobs.

- I got them off busy beaver.
- Busy what?

Uh, it's like Craigslist,
but for errands and stuff.

You won't believe what
people will pay you to do.

I already earned 150 bucks just for that.

Although that Dollhouse is way
more complicated than it looks.

I mean, we're talking Ikea-level hard.

Hmm.

And the dogs? Why are they here?

Maurice and Leroy?

They can't stay home alone.

They get too depressed when their owner,

Patrice, goes to the office.

Their Xanax stopped working.

I know. Beverly Hills dogs. Go figure.

No. No, no, no, no, no! Marc!

- Oh. Hang on.
- Ohh!

I think he's all done. Sorry.

You know, when I suggested you get a job,

I thought that you would
go to the job.

Yeah, that's not really
what busy beaver's about.

Do you know what? I-I'm
gonna call my friend Harry.

He runs a restaurant.

Maybe he can find something for you

because this... this is not
gonna be happening in my house.

Are you okay? You seem a little on edge.

I'm fine.

If you want to talk about it...

I said I'm fine! Clean that up, please!

Did I tell you, or did I tell you?

The hottest staff in town.

I mean, go ahead. Take your pick.

Oh, and there's our Adonis now...

rock-star chef Harry Davis.

Harry, I'd like you to
meet the photographer...

- Ted Sorkin.
- Ted Sorkin.

Good buddy of mine.

- Nice to meet you. Welcome.
- You look great.

Ty!

Let's go ahead and get you

- into these little bad boys.
- Wow. What... ?

- What is this?
- This is your wardrobe.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Wh... uh...

Wait, w-why would I wear a
pair of star-spangled underpants

for this photo shoot?

'Cause we're hitting the
newsstands in July, baby.

- Right?
- Yep.

But what... what's this got to
do with top 10 chefs in L.A.?

Top 10 sexiest chefs in L.A.

- Hold that thought.
- Yeah. I'll give you a moment.

You said "top 10 chefs in L.A."

- Did I?
- Yeah.

No, I'm pretty sure I said "hottest"...

No, no, you distinctly
said "top 10 chefs in L.A."

Eh, tomato, "tomahto."

But you know what they say?

All press is good press. So just come on.

Relax. Okay?

Have fun. Gee.

I cannot believe what you
have done with this place!

This is crazy! 24 hours?!

You are a genius.

Oh, I wouldn't say "genius,"

- but if you want to, then...
- Genius!

Thank you. Seriously. So much.

No. Oh, no.

I-I'm actually the one
who should be grateful

because I've been so busy
today that I've actually

stopped thinking about
Harry for five seconds.

Hallelujah! Thank you, Jesus!

I- know.
- Oh, my god.

I mean, yeah, he's...
he's hot and everything,

especially with that sexy accent.

Wait a second. No, wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Huh?
- What?

Um, the... did you see Harry somewhere?

Oh, went to the restaurant last week.

W-why?

Um, well, you talking about him so much,

so I figured I had to, you
know, check out the goods.

You would have done the same thing.

Uh... I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't.

It's not a big deal, Joss, seriously.

But you know what? It is a big deal.

I did see a certain dynamic
between him and that bartender.

I think I just saved you a
whole bunch of heartbreak.

Meaning what?

What? Meaning... meaning nothing.

I'm just saying, you know,

you should probably let
him gets his rocks off

before you two settle in.

You should do the same.
Wish I could do the same.

Okay, uh...

Let me get this straight, Calista,

you... you stalked Harry
like a week ago and... ?

I'm sorry. I didn't...
I didn't stalk anybody.

It's not like I was
lurking in a bush somewhere.

The restaurant is up
the street from my house.

I went in, sat at the bar, and had a drink.

Yeah, but, Calista, it's
still a little weird.

It happened over a week ago,
and you're just telling me now?

A-actually, you... you
didn't even tell me.

It just sort of slipped out, so I...

Let's not get all dramatic.

I am your friend, Joss. I'm
just trying to protect you.

I mean, the guy is on the verge

of having the biggest
career moment of his life.

It's like dating Justin Timberlake

before he went solo.

I should know. I...

the little songbird broke my heart.

You know what, Calista?

You have no idea the kind
of person that Harry is,

or me, for that matter,
and I don't need your advice

on how to handle my relationships.

I'll take it from here, okay?

Here you go.

Hello?

Hi! I have great news!

Already? I didn't think
you'd hear back so fast.

Well, I got the insurance company to agree

to half the total amount you owe.

Even better, you can pay in installments.

Uh, that wasn't what we talked about, Toni.

The deal was I pay nothing.

You said that, mama, not me.

Usually, you have to pay something.

Trust me, this is a fair deal,
considering the situation.

The situation is I can't.

My store is barely breaking even.

I was a stay-at-home mom
before all of this happened,

so I don't exactly have a fallback plan.

Go back to them and work something out.

I need you to do better, Toni.

You got somewhere you need to be?

As a matter of fact, I have a date tonight.

- Is it a first date?
- Yes, it's a blind date.

Well, you should definitely cancel.

You look like hell.

Do people often compliment
you on your bedside manner?

99% of a relationship's longevity

depends on the first impression.

I'm 99% sure you made that up.

Honestly, how did you land Vivian?

Because first impressions
aren't really your thing.

I was actually on a
date with somebody else.

Why am I not surprised?

We had tickets to the ballet.

Snore. And that's when it happened.

That's when I saw her.

She came on the stage,
and she was... Stunning,

graceful and perfect and walking on air.

It was like suddenly, the
whole room disappeared,

and she was dancing just for me.

And then out of nowhere, she fell.

I remember I heard a gasp
from the crowd, but...

I was already out of my seat
and halfway to the stage.

I used the magic words, "I am a doctor,"

to rush into the wings.

I scooped her up, wrapped her knee,

and... Refused to leave until
she agreed to a first date.

What about the other girl?

No idea.

After I saw Vivian,
there were no other girls.

- How are we doing? Good?
- Good. Yeah.

Great, great, great. Great, great, great.

Okay. Good.

Good, good.

Good. Good.

What is this? Good.

What? Why?

- Why is your hair down?
- Denise.

I just thought since the dress was flowing,

my hair should be, too.

Well, models aren't paid to think.

Good reason for that. Denise, really?

I'm sorry. We... we can fix it.

Yeah. I just need to grab my pins.

Okay, go ahead. Come on. Turn around.

Men like women with their hair down.

At least your husband does.

Okay.

You know, forget it. Forget it, Denise.

You can... you can wear
your hair just like that.

And you can go.

And don't ever come back.

Go now.

Anyone else have anything to say?

No. Okay.

So, who are you not calling?

A friend.

A friend who might be able to help me

figure out the best way to get out of this

without ruining my reputation for life.

- But you can't call this friend.
- Nope.

I cannot. Not allowed.

So, talk to me.

Well, the truth is, Niko,

I thought this magazine
article was a legitimate honor,

a way to wipe the slate clean, you know?

- Start over.
- Start over from what?

I lost my restaurant last year.

I let my personal issues
get in the way, and pow!

Anyway, I thought this might
help get me back on top.

But it's just a joke.
The whole thing is a joke.

And if I put those ridiculous knickers on,

joke's on me, right?

You don't get many third
chances in this business.

You can keep your pants on, tiger.

I got this.

Come on!

Marc, what are you doing?

Oh, it's another busy beaver gig.

I'm helping this kid,
Bobby, from the valley.

Ohh!

Didn't think I saw that coming,
did you, little punk ass?

Poor kid's getting bullied at school

'cause his scores are
so low, but not anymore.

I thought you were meeting
Harry for a job at Wunderbar.

He said they needed people.

Yeah, well...

See, I had to cancel 'cause
of the whole Bobby thing.

You canceled?

I did you a favor!

I put myself on the line for you,

and you blew it off to play video games?

No. L-look, I'm sorry.

I'm always trying to do the right thing,

always putting other
people's needs before my own.

Do you know that I broke up
with my boyfriend last week

just so Lucy wouldn't be upset?

I did not know that.

Well, I did because I am a selfless person.

And what do I get in return?

Screwed! That's what!

You lose.

- Sorry, Bobby.
- Game over.

What the hell, man? Why isn't he dressed?

I'll handle this.

Harry, my man.

Given pretty clear directions, no?

Eh, tomatoes, "tomahtas."

- Ellis.
- All right.

What do you think of this?

You see?

She knows how to take directions!

Actually, we came up with something else...

something way sexier.

Kind of, uh, James Bond, don't you think?

Yes.

Perfect. Love it.

Yes.

Maybe just get a little closer on his neck.

I want to feel it.

Oh, gorgeous.

Harry, uncross your arms.

Turn your shoulder a little into him.

Sorry for invading your space all day.

It's okay. I should
probably be thanking you.

Agreed.

But it wasn't entirely selfless.

I spoke to Vivian's primary yesterday.

We may need more cells.

In most cases, the
procedure we did yesterday

results in all the cells a patient needs,

but Vivian's system is so depleted...

... We may need more.

I know you've been through a lot.

We'll wait an extra cycle if necessary.

I don't want to push you.

Thank you.

Uh... Hi.

Where have you been all day long?

Next time be a little more
considerate and check in.

What was that?

That was Alec... Dr. Adams.

He came by to check on me.

Oh, my god! Why didn't you call me?!

You said you were okay.

I was going to, but then
he showed up and never left.

Hmm... Well, that's, uh,
one hell of a house call

from the husband of the woman
whose life you're saving.

You're reading this all wrong.

I'm not reading anything into you.

I'm just saying that all men are rats,

and they're not to be trusted.

You want to talk about it?

No. I want a drink.

There's a Pinot on the counter,

but if you don't need
me, I'm gonna go to bed.

Oh, honey, I always need you,

but I think you should get some sleep.

My problem will still
be here in the morning.

As will yours.

I don't have a problem.

Says you.

- Night!
- Night.

Hmm? Hello?

Oh, you have to get back here right now!

It is really bad, and
it's not my job to fix it.

- Besides, you know, I-I've already tried talking...
- Wilson?

Who else do you think it is, okay?

Calista has locked herself in a bathroom.

- Now get back here.
- Uh...

Well, I'm sorry to hear that,
but it's not really my problem.

Actually, you know
what... it is your problem

because you took a job
and that job is not done!

Now, if this whole show blows up,

Calista Raines will find a way
to make sure that Josslyn Carver

never works in this town again.

Now, if I were you, I'd fix it.

W...

Hey.

You and Scotty want to join us for dinner?

Oh, no, thanks. We're headed out for pizza.

Marc, um...

I'm sorry, okay?

I shouldn't have gone off on you like that.

It had nothing to do with you.

I'm just going through
some stuff right now.

But I shouldn't have blown
up at you the way I did.

No, it's all right.

I... look, I'm sorry I didn't
meet with your friend Harry.

It's just that...

I don't know if I can
work in a restaurant again.

I'm... I'm three years sober, April.

Oh.

My god. I'm... I'm sorry. I had no idea.

Yeah, I don't usually lead with that.

And... and look.

Thanks for asking your friend, but...

The restaurant industry, it's
kind of a whole scene, you know?

I'm not sure that's the best
environment for me right now.

No, of course. I'm so sorry.

Oh, please don't...
don't be sorry. I'm not.

I spent years feeling sorry for myself,

blaming everyone for why I drank.

It's the restaurant industry.

I got an alcoholic dad,
an alcoholic grandfather.

Hey, I'm Irish. Damn
genetics. It's not my fault.

But the truth is...

I had a part in it, too.

Look, I... I know what I must look like.

You know, some odd-jobs loser

driving around in a rusty
old R.V.

But this is me taking
responsibility for me...

And making a life on my own terms.

Once I owned up to it, I was free.

So...

I'm ready.

Ready to go?

Yep.

All right, let's get some food, huh?

- Bye, April.
- Mm-hmm.

- See you later.
- Bye.

Come on!

Hi.

Go.

Hello.

- I'm here.
- Thank god!

Where is she?

Follow me.

Hmm. What's going on?

Shouldn't the show
already be started by now?

I-I don't even know why
I care anymore, really.

I really don't.

I mean, to keep letting him hurt me.

Who?

Luca.

You know what?

He could pick anybody,

but this time it was like
he wanted to humiliate me.

He wanted to punish me.

He's cheated before,

but never with someone I work with.

Never. He screwed Eva, my top model.

And she flaunted it in my
face in front of everyone.

Well, I didn't have a
choice. I had to fire her.

What? Yeah. Of course you did.

Are you kidding me? You're Calista Raines.

- Mm.
- Fire 'em all.

Yeah. I'm Calista Raines.

Famous. Wealthy.

No. Really, I'm Carla Rizzotti from Queens.

No matter what, I'm just this...

Chubby little kid with a big nose

and a chip on her shoulder.

- You don't have a big nose.
- No.

Not after the best plastic
surgeon money can buy.

Little harder to change
what's on the inside, though.

You know what?

Personally, I am looking forward

to, uh, getting to know
this Carla Rizzotti, right?

But at another time.

'Cause listen to me, there
are a ton of people out there

waiting for one hell of a
show from Calista Raines, okay?

So let's... what? What?
Luca? Come on. Just...

Let's get up. Let's go
find you another model.

What do you think Wilson
and I have been trying to do

for the last three hours?

It's not that easy to find
a 6-foot-tall size 2...

Hmm.

Mm, are you already going back to work?

Shouldn't you be taking it easy?

It's a short shift.

Besides, I feel so much better.

Yeah? Thanks to a little TLC maybe?

It's not often that a
doctor makes house calls

outside of reruns of "Little
House on the Prairie."

Admit it, Karen, it's a little weird.

It's not like that. If you knew them...

they have the most beautiful marriage.

- Mm-hmm.
- It's actually giving me something to aspire to.

Okay.

Now, I want to hear about what
happened with you last night.

Ugh.

You must be Karen. I'm Calista.

Nice to meet you. I've
heard so much about you.

Oh, well, hope it hasn't been all terrible.

Not at all.

I'm gonna be late.

- Uh, there's coffee in the pot if you want some.
- Thank you.

Well, this is for last night.

Where's the coffee?

I looked for you after the party,

but you took off so quick.

Oh, whoa, Calista, this is way too much.

You earned it, Joss.

Mm, yeah, you bailed me out.

- You really did.
- Hmm.

And that's why I want you
to be my event planner.

- Full time.
- Hmm?

I'm not gonna lie. It
is a very demanding job.

But I think you would be amazing.

Unless you're not interested.

No, it's just, uh... It's...

The "stalking Harry" thing
made it weird between us?

Yeah, it's a little weird.

I'm sorry.

Look, when I like someone...

and it is rare, believe
me... then I like them.

I'm an intense person.

My relationships are intense.

I get protective.

- Protective of me? I don't... why?
- Yes.

I mean, look at you.

You're... you're open
and vulnerable and raw.

It's like all your nerves are
on the outside of your body,

and, you know, I just wanted to
make sure he was worthy of you,

and then I saw him speaking to
that girl, and it annoyed me.

But you know what? It was
my own baggage. It really is.

And I looked at Harry through
my crap-colored sunglasses

because of my situation with
Luca, and I shouldn't have.

Thank you.

And you know what?

- I actually think you might be right, so...
- I'm sorry?

I went to Wunderbar last night,

and there was definitely a dynamic.

Okay, so... What?

- She's into him.
- Mm-hmm.

Big deal. We don't know if he's into her.

And even if he is into her,

we don't know if anything's happened yet.

- Come on, it...
- But what, Joss, what do you want?

Seriously. Don't think.

- Just what do you want?
- I want Harry.

Then get him and don't let
anybody stand in your way.

Forget it.

Hey, just checking in.

You probably feel better

but still look terrible.

I'm working on my beside manner.

How'd I do?

What are you doing?

Uh... I'm downsizing.

You might see a few changes around here,

some, uh, belt tightening.

Is this gonna affect the almond butter?

'Cause I notice you buy the good stuff.

Yep.

Thanks to you and what you shared,

I am taking responsibility
for my situation.

What situation?

I, uh...

I kept Paul's insurance money,

even after I knew Paul wasn't really dead.

I'm basically Carmela Soprano.

Minus the acrylic nails and hot pants.

I guess I felt so entitled to my anger,

I didn't see my own part in it.

Now I do, so let's just
hope we all don't wind up

living in your R.V. as a result.

Well, you're always welcome,

but I don't think that's gonna happen...

'Cause I'm turning over a new leaf, too.

What is this?

My share.

As long as Scotty and I are here,

I want to contribute to household expenses.

- You don't have to do this.
- Oh, I know.

That's what makes it so awesome.

I'm basically a saint.

Oh, and, uh, I rescheduled
that interview with Harry.

I spoke to my sponsor.
He thinks I can handle it.

And so do I.

Now, that's gonna be a problem.

I thought we weren't talking.

We're not.