Wow, these tomatoes look plump.
- Supple, even. - Why, thank you.
You off work?
Yeah, I was hoping to go in with Kelsey.
You know, help soften the blow over demotion,
but she hasn't replied to my many, many texts.
Give her time.
Hey, you know, you should stop by Josh's new space.
It's in Midtown, right near your office.
Yeah, I can't do that.
I need to keep our interactions to a minimum.
I told Charles I wouldn't see him anymore.
Oh. Chaz gave you an ultimatum?
- He's full of surprises. - No, not exactly.
It was my decision.
That's rigid.
I mean, I'm friends with all my exes.
Well, except hangnail Helen
and Libby, who had the frog tank next to her bed.
Josh is more than my ex.
And as much as I've tried, we are not really friends either.
Every time I'm around him, I get these feelings
that I don't want to be feeling,
and I don't trust myself.
That's called undeniable chemistry.
Something like that.
Anyway, I've made my choice.
And it's Charles.
We're peers. He's age-appropriate.
And it's... it feels right.
You trying to convince me or convince yourself?
I am convinced!
I want this relationship to work.
So the best thing for me and for Josh
is to just have a clean break.
So Josh is your sucker.
- Excuse me? - Tomatoes have these sprouts.
They're called suckers. See?
They're cute, right?
But they suck all the water out of the main stem,
and they distract the plant from making healthy fruit.
So, you just pinch 'em off.
How're you gonna do that to Josh?
I don't know.
I just know I have to.
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Oh, don't forget, your bridal makeup rehearsal is tonight.
Yes, I can read a calendar, Liza.
Just can't sync it with my phone.
Oh, and the caterer offered Friday night
- for cake-tasting. - Friday?
I was leaving that open for...
A night of merriment and libations.
Ladies only.
Oh, a bachelorette party?
Oh, I didn't think you'd want one.
Yes, that... that's why you're my maid of honor.
You get me. I was... I was bringing it up
'cause I don't want one.
Has anyone heard from Kelsey?
No. Uh, I prepared a press release
for the musical chairs that is our publisher.
Oh, and we need to tell the staff first.
I'd like to hear how Kelsey would prefer to handle it.
It's almost 10:00. I don't think she's coming in.
That's understandable.
She's probably suffering from the bends.
She rose too fast, and all the pressure, it just...
You can leave it in this office right here.
Are you... okay?
Yes.
It was my decision to accept the Chicago investment
on their terms, remember?
Yes, but moving out of that office isn't necessary.
Wait until we've decided how to notify the company.
No one knows yet.
Let's take care of that.
Morning, all.
Well, good news.
We have found an angel investor
to replace Quinn,
so operations will resume.
That includes the reinstatement
of Charles Brooks as publisher,
and I will be back editing with Liza.
Kept her head after all.
Impressive.
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
Really, I'm fine.
This is his family's company. This is his office.
I was just...
keeping the seat warm.
You did much more than that.
You made Millennial.
The imprint you built kept this company afloat.
Brava, Kels.
Exactly how I would've done it.
And if it's any consolation,
I thought your social media faux pas was tasteful.
You know, for you.
- Or someone like you... - We have a meeting.
It's a manners guide for millennials.
It's sort of an updated version
of Emily Post's etiquette books.
Does it include needlepoint patterns too?
Ooh, gosh, I hope so. You want to join?
Oh, not to be impolite, but...
I have a lot to do to finish up in here.
Of course, of course.
And we have tons of other projects to consider.
- Oodles. - Stop suffocating her.
I wrote "Uncommon Courtesy"
to help my generation learn acceptable social behavior,
because right now, we're deplorable.
I am not proud to be a millennial.
Neither was I.
Since we share so much of our private lives online
and see much more than we need,
there are no boundaries.
Yeah, one of our co-workers is learning that the hard way.
Yes, the blurred lines between work and play.
Do we need to see our colleague partying in Ibiza?
- We do not. - Because it does make us look at them
differently. And then what's proper etiquette?
"Like" their post? Comment on their summer body?
- God, no. - Well, some affirmation is polite.
Right? I mean, what's the alternative? Stop following?
Definitely an option.
But couldn't that send another message,
like you don't approve of their lifestyle
or you don't want to be friends with them outside of work?
It could.
Everything is so fluid and ambiguous with this generation.
Which is why manners are imperative.
Millennials are commitment-phobic.
Not only when making plans, RSVP'ing to weddings...
- Ugh. Don't get me started. - But when dating.
We struggle to define our relationships.
And when we no longer want to engage with someone...
a bad hook-up or an ex... we ghost them.
Now, this behavior is not only impolite,
it is damaging.
My book aims to right these wrongs.
So, how do you politely disengage from an ex?
Hypothetically speaking.
Uh, with matters of the heart, be clear and direct.
Like writing them a "Dear John" letter.
Isn't that a little old-fashioned?
I mean, do millennials even know how to hold pens?
With careful words and quality paper,
any message, however important or painful,
doesn't hurt as much.
Hm.
Alice, let's just circle back to the wedding RSVPs, shall we?
Hey. You okay?
I've been getting asked that question a lot today.
Do I not look okay?
Oh, come on. You know what I mean.
We haven't talked since Chicago.
- What's there to say? - That I'm sorry.
I feel partly responsible for what happened.
I posted the video.
Not you.
Yeah, but it was to me. Right?
Obviously.
Look, if I can't run a social media account,
maybe I shouldn't be running a company.
Oh, come on. You're a great publisher.
And one day when you really do have your own company,
I mean...
What?
I don't know how to do this with you.
Whenever we try,
one of us loses.
It's like we're cursed.
How do you feel about me being back as publisher?
I just wish Kelsey hadn't been unceremoniously
stripped of the title.
She seems to be handling it well.
- She seems to be. - How about you?
Always thinking of others. How do you feel?
I'm not sure.
There's been so many sea changes around here,
I'm still trying to find my footing.
Me too.
Ah, Diana.
Uh, flowers aren't necessary.
They're not for you.
They're from Alice Dwyer.
Says on the envelope.
We got "Uncommon Courtesy."
"Dear Liza and Diana, deepest appreciation
"for meeting me today.
I want you to know that you're such wise women."
Oh, my faith in this country's youth...
actual youth, Liza... is restored.
"However, I'm going with another publisher
and wanted to notify you as soon as possible."
Well, the flowers are a nice touch.
Well, Alice is right.
A "Dear John" letter is more polite
than not hearing from her again.
Good manners never get old.
I'm taking these.
Dear Josh,
I can't begin to thank you
for how you've changed my life.
And picturing you not in it breaks my heart.
But I need to let you go...
Okay, so the Publisher's Roundtable don't want...
sorry, need you,
and neither do the Young Presidents' Club in Phoenix.
But on a more positive note...
My schedule is wide open?
Yes! Yes, exactly!
And, uh, you have been asked
to present to an all-female committee
featuring the next generation's greatest minds and influencers.
Huh. Uh, what committee?
The, uh... the Young Women's Charter...
School.
- School? - High school, yeah.
Okay, nice try.
Why did they ask me?
Because, dude, you are a digital SHero.
That is hero with an S.
Yeah, they want you to speak on the dangers of social media.
How you leaned in, right into the lens,
and now you may suffer permanent repercussions.
I am not a victim.
No, no, no.
But you are an example
of a woman who made a very simple mistake,
and the patriarchy's seizing that opportunity
to tear you down, okay?
I don't understand how you're totally okay
with all the sexist crap.
I don't want to be an example or a SHero, okay?
I want to distance myself from the situation.
Tell them no.
I'm not doing it.
Bronwyn Madigan.
Travis Jason.
Gloria Rivera.
A confident slate of established writers
and bold new voices.
Many of these are a credit to Kelsey's impeccable instincts.
- And Liza's. - Not my moment.
So thank you all for your patience and your hard work
during this, uh, sea change.
Which brings us to this.
Wha... I thought I passed on the seafaring book.
You did, but we think we should, uh, turn the tide.
Good one, Charles.
- We? - Unbelievable.
Is this how it's gonna be?
Just watching all of my decisions be reversed?
Well, each publisher has their own instincts.
And apparently mine weren't so impeccable after all.
Got it.
We have several other titles
that fell through the cracks of Kelsey's desk.
Fell through the cracks?
Didn't have time for.
We have a satirical reimagining of Apollo 11.
An exposé on Deflategate.
- Who cares? - Kels.
Charles does. And he's in charge.
Charles in charge.
Oh, you're enjoying this, aren't you?
I get knocked down a peg,
and your list expands,
all because I sent you that stupid video.
- You do blame me. - Let's not discuss that here.
Boundaries, Kelsey.
I agree.
Pay attention, Charles.
And you too, Liza.
- Me? - Yeah!
I didn't have any boundaries at work.
And look what happened.
♪ Guess who got the money ♪
♪ Guess who got the money, honey ♪
♪ Money, the money ♪
♪ The money, money, money ♪
♪ Mon-mon-mon-mon... ♪
Did you make that?!
♪ Money, guess who got the money ♪
She got the money, honey, and that is why you have a job!
That is why we all have a job.
She's a goddamn hero.
Told you. SHero.
Fine.
I will speak at the school.
Good. They just have, uh, two teensy requests:
a picture of what you're gonna wear
and what your pronouns are.
My favorite artiste at work.
Hey, uh, since you're here, do you want to weigh in
on some of these paint options for this wall?
Do I? Yes.
Legally, I have to.
I'm thinking here somewhere here in this, like,
midnight void.
I think these, uh, they tie perfectly with our fall line.
It just... it's...
it's not really Inkburg's aesthetic.
And they're the three colors that ad sales approved.
- Copy. - So pick one of these.
Totally your choice.
Citrus zest it is.
Between you and me, I don't like these colors,
but I can't officially dislike them, you know?
If you ever want to unload your corporate frustrations
to a sympathetic ear... because believe me, I get it...
here's my personal number.
Oh, handwritten and stamped. Classy.
Where do you even find a mailbox these days?
- Beats me. - Okay.
I'm gonna let you get back to work,
but seriously, Josh...
unload on me.
I'll leave you to it.
"Dear Josh, I can't begin to thank you
"for how you've changed my life.
"And picturing you not in it breaks my heart,
but I need to let you go."
Got you a cold brew.
Josh, are you okay?
I-I'm gonna take a break real quick.
I'll be right back.
Okay.
"From the first time we met,
"you saw me in a way no one had in a long time,
"not even myself.
"And since then, we've made so many memories.
Some that still make me laugh... "
"Some I'll never forget...
"And some I wish I could.
"And now I've left my lie behind,
"and you're a dad.
"Look at us, all grown up.
"The problem with memories is,
"they lock us in the past,
"and we both need to move forward.
"As much as I want you in my life,
"I can't right now.
I hope you understand why."
There's so many of them.
Yeah, that's because this is an issue that affects so many girls.
I mean, imagine having rampant hormones
and being on the verge of womanhood in this era.
There are no men in here for a reason...
they would tear their pussy-grabbing limbs off
like a pride of lionesses.
Terrifying pep talk. Thanks.
You're welcome. Go get 'em, tiger.
♪ Money, honey ♪
♪ Money, the money, honey ♪
♪ I got the money, honey ♪
It's a banger.
Right? I would dance to it.
But I'm not okay with it.
I'm angry.
And today, I'm here to tell you that it's okay to be angry.
This is the story of a women who rose to be publisher,
made a tiny mistake on social media,
and lost it all.
You guys, Kels was fierce today.
Those girls were looking at her
like they were in the presence
of a modern-day Betty Friedan.
Okay. Couldn't you have picked a cuter feminist icon?
We're all feminist icons.
- Yes! - Amen!
Ooh, ooh, here she comes.
- Put your hats on. - Ah!
I don't see your van, Enzo.
Well, how could I not know what it looks like?
I know what your face looks like, don't I?
Surprise, bachelorette!
Get in the hummer, bitch!
- Ooh, hey, Lauren? - Yeah, what?
- Less. - Oh, okay. Sorry.
You did do something.
I get you.
Okay, so how does this work?
Oh, really easy. You just pick up 20,
and you go like this... bam.
Oh, fascinating.
- Um, yeah... - Okay, so just hold up this...
anyone?
You're a lot. No thank you.
Uh, hi, little one.
Oh. He's athletic.
Well, it's over with Zane.
He didn't take a beat before exploiting this
to his advantage.
Why do men always win?
Hey, here's a fiver. You should smile more.
And now the balance of power has shifted back to them.
Can we stop making this about men versus women?
Oh, thanks. Uh, you look good. We're good.
- Are... are you defending them? - No!
Ladies, there are bulging crotches in your faces.
Can you focus?
Yeah, I'm good. Okay. Let's go.
Uh, why are you guys not getting grinded?
What is it, the lesbian has to be the wing-woman?
God, if only I could unsend that stupid video.
There's a letter I'm not sure I should have sent.
But you did, so move on.
What letter?
I wrote John a "Dear Josh" letter.
No... other way around.
A goodbye letter.
What gave you that stupid idea?
From the meeting you skipped. The manners book.
Oh, God, thinking about being in that conference room
bums me out.
When am I ever gonna be happy to be in there again?
Like, what am I supposed to do?
Climb all the way back up?
- To where? - I'm sorry, how did tonight
become all about you?
This is my night!
It's not a coffee klatch in the Millennial break room.
I want the full bachelorette experience.
I want to make mistakes I will regret for the rest of my life.
You want regrets, Diva Bride?
I know just the place.
- Okay. - All right.
Okay! Here we are!
Whoo!
Get out of the hummer van!
Okay, cheers, diva.
Diva, come on.
Oh, no. Oh, no-no-no. I...
I can't see Josh.
Did you know we were coming here?
I forgot we were in a car.
- Hello, sir. - Hey.
- Lauren texted me. - I did.
Y'all ladies called me right before closing time.
Listen, Diana wants a tattoo.
John, just something small, tasteful...
literary.
Something only Enzo can see.
Oh, I would love to, Diana,
but you're just a little drunk.
We're not drunk, they're drunk.
Um, you're gonna bleed a lot, so...
- Yeah, I don't want that. - Yeah, okay.
Okay, no-no-no, Diana.
Let's go to... let's go to Metropolitan.
Let's do karaoke at Metropolitan.
- Yes! - Thank you for nothing, Josh.
Be careful.
We'll be careful. I love you.
- I love you too. Hi, honey. - Hey, bae.
Hi.
Seriously?
You're just gonna write me a letter?
And then never talk to me again?
That's the plan here?
Yes.
Because I care about you. That's the problem.
I'm calling bullshit.
You convinced me to sign this lease.
You told me you'd always be here for me.
That you were gonna be Gemma's Aunt Liza, right?
Now, what? Now you're just abandoning me?
I want to give things with Charles a shot.
I can't go around riding on motorcycles with you
and having late-night calls,
and you know this is gonna hurt me too.
It's gonna kill me not to see Gemma!
Then why are you doing it?
Is Charles that much more important to you?
Are your feelings for him stronger than your feelings for me?
Yeah, look... I get it!
Okay? I do. You're scared... of us.
Scared of what we were.
Of what we still are.
So now you're making the safe choice.
You know what, you don't know anything about Charles!
And don't you tell me what I feel!
- Okay. - I know that this is hard to accept, Josh.
But we were a moment in time.
It was amazing, and I will cherish it.
But the time has passed.
Then just say it. Just say it.
Say you love him more than you love me.
Is that what you need to hear?
Yes.
Then fine... I love him more.
You know, you... you forget, Liza.
I know you.
I know when you're lying.
Especially to yourself.
You wrote a letter to the wrong guy.
_
Thank you for everything,
but it's time for me to move on.
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