Younger (2015–…): Season 7, Episode 7 - The Son Also Rises - full transcript

Have you thought about
the very real possibility

that you might see the woman
you rogered in an alleyway

and turned out to be
your new boss's wife?

Shh-shh-shh-shh.

Let's talk about your
problems instead.

As someone who's gone
head-to-head with Quinn,

trust me, there's no
winning or losing.

There's just hangovers.

The next time you
investigate me,

you might wanna
double-check your sources.

You set me up.



Camilla would like
to share a photo.

- It's her boobs. Hit accept.

I just want what's best for you.

If you want what's best for me,

stay out of my personal life.

- You good?
- Yep.

Construction cones, veer left.

- No, no, no, the other left.
- Oh, shit.

The other left.

Doesn't the gallery have people

who can do this for you?

You know, people with a U-Haul
and upper body strength?

Hey, speak for yourself.

And have their sweaty
palms manhandle everything



in my art show? Pass.

Hey, Mags, say "my
art show" again.

- My art show.

- Oh, crap, another one.

- Oh, my titties...
- I mean her titties.

Whoa, will you stop
saying "titties" please?

- I don't know if I can.
- Who's texting you tit... nudes?

Kamila, the dean's wife.

I thought you threw her
off the set with Lauren.

I tried, but then she
invited me to Provincetown.

Oh, and these.

I mean, how do I
respond to these?

I don't wanna heart them.

I mean, what am I supposed
to do, do a thumbs up?

I mean, they're good boobs.

I don't want to make her
feel bad about her boobs.

No, no, you definitely
don't want that.

Well, that's the
problem with nudes.

- You're forced to affirm them.
- Forced?

Wow, I don't recall
you ever complaining.

Well, I didn't want
to make you feel bad,

but there's only so many
winky tongue out faces

and hot flame emojis
you can reply with.

- It's exhausting.
- Exhausting, yeah.

- Ugh, here comes the bush.

- Oh!
- Uh-oh.

Where there's
boob, there's bush.

Just saying.

- Good morning.
- Uh.

- Bad morning?
- Uh, yeah.

Kels woke up on the
wrong side of the bed.

Uh, it's called a couch...

Where you sexiled me last night.

I always forget you
two share a room.

- That must be fun.
- Well, slumber party's over.

I think it's time
that I actually buy

my own apartment
in New York City.

Wow, Kels, that
would be amazing.

- Uh, yes, I know.
- I've already put feelers out.

Check out this cutie
patootie crib I found.

Whoa, cute usually means small.

Whoa.

Oh, my God, I love
the bathroom tiles.

Wait, where did you find this?

You know I never
reveal my sources.

- Open house is tomorrow.
- I'm in.

- Right.
- Hmm.

Hey, did Charles
approve the cover art

for "Little Women in Space" yet?

No, because I haven't
shown it to him yet.

Okay, does staying out
of his personal life

- mean avoiding him completely?
- Yes.

No, fine, I'll
show it to him now.

I'm... okay.

We missed you at the office.

Well, I'm sure the
fluorescent lights

are a little dimmer
without me there, Charles.

- I recognize that voice.

Diana, hi! How are you?

How's Italy? How's Enzo?

Liza, one question
at a time please.

Oh, I miss you scolding me.

I know I should be back now,

but I am having a
surprisingly good time,

and as difficult as it
is for me to admit this,

I am not ready to
return to work.

It's like the Italians say.

Non tutte le ciambelle
riescono col buco.

Right?

Not all donuts have a hole.

They don't?

It means things don't
always turn out as planned.

Take all the time
that you want, Diana.

Grazie mille.

I do have 220 vacation days,
so it's time I cash them in.

- Ciao, ciao.
- Bye, ciao!

Ciao.

I just got some crazy news.

Crazy work news or
crazy personal news?

Because I don't want to
intrude on the latter.

- One of our authors died.
- Oh, no.

- Who?
- Ian Clarke.

He was before your time,
but Diana and I knew him.

He left us years ago
for another publisher,

but we still have some of
his out of print titles.

Oh, sorry.

Remember my novel

about the affair that I
had with an older woman

- after I graduated from college?
- Of course.

"The Miseducation
of Henry Cane."

The woman was Ian
Clarke's wife Judith.

She's Elisabetta?

And Ian is the famous
author Sam Hartwell?

Did you really work
on a lobster boat?

You remember so many details.

Oh, remember it? I loved it.

I wish you'd finish it.

Yeah, well, all I can
focus on right now

is getting through his wake.

It would be nice if a few people

from the company
paid their respects.

Sure, I'll ask Kelsey.

I haven't seen Judith
since we ended things.

Hmm, so crazy work
and crazy personal.

Yeah.

See you tomorrow. Hey.

- Hey, I just wanna say...
- We so enjoyed

having you to dinner
the other night,

and your Lauren is a hoot.

She can't keep
her hands off you.

We're new.

- You know how it is.
- I don't, I don't.

Kamila and I never really
had a honeymoon period.

Didn't do much on
the honeymoon either.

Between you and me, she
has trouble finishing.

- Oh, really?
- I'm so sorry to hear that.

I try.

I try, and she says it's not me,

but it didn't help that
when we first hooked up,

I accidentally stuck
my finger in her...

Butt,

- and she screamed, "Wrong hole!"
- Oh, boy.

I hope you told that
story at the wedding.

Sometimes I think she
should just outsource

- if I don't satisfy her.
- Mm.

That's really open of you.

But then I think
about that woman,

and I wanna kill her.

I think about the
two of 'em together,

I wanna kill 'em both.

By the way, I have to
observe your class this week.

- Oh, really?
- Relax.

Standard protocol for all new
faculty members, I promise.

- Mm, okay, relax, protocol...
- You know,

- you sound like my gynecologist.
- You are too much.

No wonder the students love you.

Dinner again soon?

Oh, my gosh.

There's Martin Amis
and Gay Talese.

Ian had famous friends.

- Yeah, this isn't a wake.
- This is a publishing orgy.

- Oh, hi.

Editor from Macmillan.

You know what?

- We should pitch her Dylan Park.
- To publish?

- Yeah, why not?
- I mean, Charles turned it down.

It's so inspiring. Her
voice needs to be heard.

Okay, before we do anything,
I might have another idea.

- Thanks for coming.
- This room brings me back.

Almost every literary
event or awards night

would end up here.

Ian and Judith were
generous hosts.

I heard.

From Diana.

She said that the
parties got pretty wild.

I'm just happy there's
not an open casket.

- Well, there's an open bar.
- Ooh, BRB.

- Be right back.
- Ah.

That's Judith over there.

- Whoa, she is stunning.
- You know how to do it.

And not how you described
Elisabetta in your book.

Artistic license.

It's there, the Hamptons house.

She'd raise that flag
whenever Ian was away

to let me know that
the coast was clear.

I should go pay my respects.

- Well, two words of advice...
- Half-mast.

Liza, it's the man's
memorial service.

- Charles.
- Judith.

Thank you for coming.

- Wonderful to see you.
- You too.

I wish it was under
better circumstances.

Ian always regretted
leaving Empirical, you know.

- We were sad to lose him.
- Such a brilliant writer.

He was always very fond of you.

We both were.

May I show you
something in private?

Uh, yeah, of course.

You're looking well, Charles.

But then, you always
were so handsome.

Huh.

Remember those summers
in the Hamptons?

They were fun, weren't they?

Yes, from what
little I remember.

Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun.

Ian's life reduced
to these boxes

and that urn in the living room.

Hmm.

- "Tides That Bind."
- God, "Route 27."

Such a talent.

A fine talent.

Whose books haven't
been published

in 15 years.

I mean, I'm devastated
to lose Ian,

but this is the real tragedy.

He left our son Topher

in charge of his literary estate

to give him a sense of purpose.

Topher has some ideas.
Will you meet with him?

After all our
history together...

You owe us that.

Please tell me you
two didn't just...

Are you okay?

You look like
you've seen a ghost.

I did kind of.

Ian Clarke just BRB'd me.

That's not really
how you say it.

My past is coming
back to haunt me.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

"Windward" is Dad's best seller,

but I think "Route 27"
is his best writing.

I mean, it's my
favorite at least.

Great minds. Mine too.

Then let's reissue it.

We usually only reissue authors

who were recipients
of Bookers, Pulitzers.

Then what if we had
authors guest write

under Dad's name?

It's been lucrative

for Stiegg Larsson and
Michael Crichton's estates.

So is your idea to
reissue his books

- or ghost write sequels to them?
- Why not both?

Do you have any authors in mind?

Sitting right in front of you.

- You're a writer.
- Well, no.

But I could splice some

of Dad's unfinished
manuscripts together.

I mean, how hard can it be?

Well, Topher, you have given
us much to think about.

- Thank you for your time.
- Appreciate it.

Thanks for being here.

I appreciate you humoring that.

I'll scan through the books
he pitched to reissue,

- see how they've aged.
- I'll do the same.

And, Liza...

Thanks.

You got it.

So this is when I
was a baby artist,

and I painted what I
knew and who I loved.

Is now a good time to observe?

Yeah, come on in, Dean, sure.

I'm just showing
some of my old work.

Care to take a trip
down memory lane?

Ooh, as long as the
lane doesn't lead

to Limelight or the Tunnel.

Those memories are
best left buried.

So this is a show that
I did about trans women

on the Lower East Side.
It's oil on canvas.

- Professor.
- Yes.

I found an old flyer
for that show online.

Was it called, "Gypsies,
Trannies, and Thieves?"

- Okay, people, context.
- Context is important here.

Maggie was breaking
new ground at the time.

Thank you, Dean.

I mean, obviously, those terms
are not politically correct,

but art's a reflection of
when it's made, all right?

So let's move on.
Thank you, Dean.

All right.

Shit.

Maggie, I think
Lauren is trying to...

No, no, no, no, no, how
do you make this stop?

- Ooh!
- Oh.

Is that... is that my bathroom?

Uh, Professor, what
do you call that one?

- That's called my wife.
- Ooh.

Uh, excuse me. Hey, Cass.

Cass, listen, wait, wait, stop.

- Look, I'm so sorry, okay?
- For what?

Your problematic show
about trans women

that I was forced to defend

or that the whole class
saw my wife's breasts?

The second one.

Maybe you're not a good
fit here after all.

Wait, what? No, no, no, I am.

Like, wait, I can explain.

Kamila was texting
me her, you know,

because we're doing
a sculpture for you

of her bust...

And it was supposed
to be a surprise

- for your anniversary.
- That was last month.

Which makes it even more
of a surprise, right?

Fine. Fine.

Oh, this has been
very distressing,

but it's also not
grounds to fire you,

so let's just forget
it and move on.

- So we're good?
- Of course.

- Of course we are.
- Thank you.

Thank you 'cause I
really love this job,

and you are gonna really
love that sculpture.

- Can't wait.
- Huh?

Am I interrupting?

I have never read
so many descriptions

of tides and wind.

Ian wrote mostly
in the Hamptons.

Definitely not as
literary as I remember.

I guess I hadn't read
as much back then.

And his female
characters, yikes.

One-dimensional, huh?

Didn't spend a lot
of time with women,

- especially his wife.

We can't reissue these.

My manuscript.

You're still stuck on this.

I can't get it out of my head.

I wonder how many times I
described tides and wind?

Hmm.

God, Judith said
"You owe us that."

Maybe it's my fault
that Ian left Empirical.

You think he knew
about your affair?

He must have.

Well, raising that
flag was bold.

Yeah, saluting it was worse.

Now he's guilting
me from the grave.

I shouldn't have
gone to that wake.

I'm too close to all this.

Leave it to me.

I'll take Topher out for drinks.

- I'll tell him we're passing.
- No, no, no, no.

That's not fair.
You've done enough.

I can handle this.

Then I'll go with you.

Uh, this is gorgeous.

And a doorman and an elevator?

I can't believe I
can afford this.

Uh-huh, yeah,
surprisingly affordable.

Oh... wait, why is there
a cameraperson here?

"Casting for
real-estate TV show."

Are you out of your mind?

You won't believe the
perks, and this will be

- really good for your brand.
- My brand?

Yes, young, hot editor and chief

of a publishing house inspiring
other young, hot women

to buy luxe apartments and
fill them with your books?

- It's aspirational.
- No.

I am not a reality TV girl.

Kelsey, they'll wave
the 6% broker's fee,

throw in free interior design,
and furnish it, all right?

This is a deal and a
steal. Look at this view.

Look.

And I'm sorry,
check out the broker

you'll be working with.

Much yummier than
those Property Brothers

who look like the
unholy lovechild

of Ben Affleck and Borat.

All right.

No commission and
free furniture?

- Mm-hmm.
- Really?

If they choose you.

- Hey, Kelsey Peters.
- Hey, Brett Watkins.

- I read your application.
- My application?

Mm-hmm, I took care
of that for you.

- Hi, Brett.
- Seriously?

Are you actually a realtor or
do you just play one on TV?

Oh, I guess you've
never seen the show

or you'd know that
I'm actually one

- of the top brokers in the city.
- He's a real-tor.

Exactly.

And the reality is that, if
you choose to work with me,

which I hope you do,
I promise to find you

the apartment of your dreams.

Uh, are you making my girl
an offer to be on your show?

- Yeah, I think I just did.

- This is nuts, but okay.
- Yes!

Great, great, I've already got

three amazing apartments
to show you tomorrow.

We're gonna have fun.

I'll have my producers
send you the paperwork.

No, no, no, to me.

- What about this apartment?
- I really like this one.

Oh, yeah, no, this
one isn't for sale.

- It's just a set.
- Oh.

As much as we
respect Ian's books,

we've decided not
to reissue them.

Really? Why not?

Several reasons...

For one, we feel his
female characters

lack substance, a voice.

Well, Hemingway gets
reissued all the time,

and he's a misogynist.

That's a common misconception.

Lady Brett Ashley from
"The Sun Also Rises"

is a total heroine...
Flawed but complex.

But this blows.

I don't get my
inheritance until I'm 30,

and my dad's back catalog is
all he left me until then.

- Well, you must almost be 30.
- When were you born?

'95.

- Uh, what month?
- April.

Why, you gonna bake me a cake?

No, I just haven't
seen your mother...

Your family since around then.

Um... you're a lot taller

than your dad, aren't you?

Yeah, I'm pretty much taller
than the rest of my family.

Don't look like my
dad's side either.

Oh.

Why do you think that might be?

Well, if you knew
my mom back then,

you would've heard a
rumor that she slept

with some lobster boat
townie. She was pretty wild.

Uh... your mother...

Um, I find that hard to believe.

She's such an
old-fashioned woman.

The only thing
old-fashioned about my mom

is how much she
likes to drink 'em.

Can I ask you something?

Shoot.

Are we here to talk
about my mom's infidelity

or are we trying to figure
out a way to make some cash

on my dad's estate?

Reissuing books is an
expensive proposition,

and it doesn't always guarantee.

Okay, yeah, I got it.
The books are worthless.

Thank you for your
time, Mr. Brooks

and... uh... whatever
you said your name was.

That's why Ian left Empirical.

God, I cannot believe that
I'm only finding this out now,

but I kept away from
Judith and her family...

Are you sure that it
was the summer of '94

when Judith, you know,
climbed the pole...

- I mean raised the flag.
- Yeah, definitely.

Topher's age lines up,

and... you heard her.

She had an affair

with a deck hand
on a lobster boat.

But it was a rumor.

I'm the rumor, Liza.

I'm his father.

Don't you think
he looks like me?

- A little.
- Ugh.

How am I going to
explain this to...

Quinn?

My girls.

I cannot believe that
Judith kept this from me.

- You were 20 years old.
- What do you expect?

I'm gonna go see
Judith tomorrow.

Talk about life
throwing you curveballs.

Whatever happens, it'll
be fine, Charles, really.

Yeah, yeah, thanks.

Of course.

Good night.

Okay, make sure you
keep smiling and be nice

so you don't get the
villain edit, okay?

Wait, the what?

People are gonna wanna hate you

'cause you're so pretty,

so you've gotta convince
them that you're smart.

- Uh, I am smart.
- I'm sorry.

Is it too late to
dye her hair brown?

It's just... it's
so threatening.

- Is that Dove dark chocolate?
- Mm-hmm.

Ah.

- Lauren, get me some too.
- Uh, duh.

- Kelsey, how you feeling?

A little nervous.

That is perfectly natural,
but you are gonna be great.

Huh, you ready to
find your new home?

Let's do this.

Okay. Thank you.

Check out this room.

This could be a
great reading area.

I mean, as editor and
chief of Empirical,

a home office is essential.

I'd say it's
nonnegotiable, Brett.

I would need to add a bookcase.

A woman who knows
what she wants.

It's important when
you're running a business.

Look, you publish
fairy tales, right?

So why couldn't this be
yours, Princess Kelsey?

The castle with a
view, and from up here,

you could spot any
dragon-slaying knights.

It's spectacular.

But this princess doesn't
need any rescuing.

I like your attitude.

One thing I always
tell my clients

who are fresh off a breakup

is living well is
the best revenge.

True.

Now wait till you
see this closet.

- Come on.
- Ooh.

Topher told me
you're not reissuing.

Ian's books even though you
still own the copyright,

so... what is this about?

Is he my son?

Excuse me?

Am I Topher's father?

Did he say that?

He said there were
rumors you had an affair

with a deckhand
on a lobster boat.

And you think that was you?

- It was me.
- It was a very memorable summer.

You would raise the flag...

I raised the flag
over many summers.

Let's see.

There was Lewis the pool boy,

Puck what's his face,
the neighbor's kid

with the bacne, and
then it was Jerry

or maybe it was
Terry. I don't know.

Who cares?

It was a lot of summers

and a lot of
beautiful, young men

all blurred together.

I mean, I drank pretty
heavily back then.

Ah, and Ian knew
about most of them,

and he made me do a
paternity test on the kids.

They're all his.

I can't believe that Topher

is going around
saying otherwise.

I know he didn't like
his father very much.

I guess he takes after me.

But I'm glad that the summer
was meaningful for you.

It was.

At least I thought it was.

Topher can have the
copyright to Ian's books,

then he can shop them
around for reissue

or whatever he wants.

- I should go.
- Oh, well, now wait.

You could... you could
stay and jog my memory.

I mean, I'm sure that we've
learned a few new tricks

over the years, you know?

It was nice to see you, Judith.

What are you doing here?

Just thought you might
need a friend right now.

Look, I know I said I
wasn't going to get involved

in your personal life,
and I promise to be better

at sticking to
that in the future.

But?

Is Topher...

No, he's not my son.

You okay?

Yeah.

Little embarrassed
that my memory

of that Hampton
summer was so off.

Hmm.

Meant nothing to her.

But it meant something to you.

What you're feeling
right now, you should use

to finish your book.

We have to publish.

"The Miseducation
of Henry Cane."

If I do, it's going to
take a talented editor

to smooth off the rough edges.

I have someone in mind.

Could they also help
me rewrite the past?

Pretty sure they'd tell
you to accept the past.

Embrace the present and
keep moving forward.

Is that what we're
doing, moving forward?

What does this look like?

Right, left, right,
left, moving forward

one step at a time, easy-peasy.

I could even move
backwards. Watch this.

So many tricks.

You better believe it.

Next time on "Younger"...

Liza, when are you gonna
realize you can trust me?

I will try to hate
her a little for you,

but after tonight, okay?

Maggie, I'm your ally here,

but if the students
turn on you...

- Look at these tweets!
- I've read nicer things about me

on the wall of the men's
room in high school.

Lauren, this is your fault.

You said this was gonna
be good for my brand.

- It's not that bad, right?
- Right, guys?

I wish I understood you better.

Don't worry. I'm still me.