[siren wailing]
[♪ somber music playing]
[vehicles passing]
[John] Feels weird to be back.
[Carolyn] Hey, I was more than happy to stay on that boat,
sail it around the world.
-Yeah? -Mm-hmm.
You're not sick of me after those two weeks?
Yes, those matching tattoos we got
was my way of telling you I need a little space.
[chuckles]
[kisses]
-Wait a sec. -Hmm?
Aren't I supposed to carry you across the threshold?
What? [chuckles]
The groom is supposed to carry his new bride through the doorway,
-otherwise it's bad juju. -Mm-hmm. We don't have a doorway.
Shit.
You could carry me off the elevator.
You're my wife.
-I'm your wife. -[chuckles] I can't stop saying that.
You don't have to.
[softly] Good.
-Mr. Kennedy. -[paparazzi clamoring]
Sorry?
[♪ playful music playing]
What do we do?
I'll take you in, and then I'll come back out for the bags.
Okay.
[clamoring continues]
Oh, my God. Give us some space.
Oh, Oprah, Barbara Walters, The Today Show.
Everybody and their mother wants to sit down with you.
Look who's the belle of the ball now.
Yeah, that's just what this moment needs: more publicity.
I mean, yeah, how are we gonna get to our car?
Well, they're all just clamoring
for the first official shots of you and I as husband and wife.
Wait, I thought that's why we issued the photo of you kissing my hand.
Listen, I promise you,
if we go down there and let them get a couple clean shots of us,
-they'll pack up and go. -[sighs]
And then you and I can go have a nice, long brunch.
You make it sound like we'd be posing for a portrait.
Don't you remember how insane it was yesterday?
Well, what if I go down and talk to them first?
Yeah, and say what?
I'll tell them they can get their shots, but they got to back off.
[chuckles]
-And give us some space… -Hmm.
…while we re-acclimate.
A peace offering.
Maybe you could lead them in song as well?
Get everyone to harmonize?
-You know I'm tone-deaf. -Oh.
-I wish I knew that before we got married. -[chuckles]
Just trust me.
I trust you.
-Good. -[chuckles]
[paparazzi clamoring]
Hello. Hi. [clears throat]
Uh, if you'll all indulge me for a moment, I'm going to bring my wife down.
I just ask that, you know, getting married is a big adjustment.
And for her, who was a private citizen up until two weeks ago, it's even more so.
So, I just ask that, you know, any privacy you can give her
while she makes that adjustment, would be greatly appreciated.
Thank you.
-[paparazzo 1] Wait, John… -[paparazzi clamoring]
[inhales]
-How'd it go? -Great.
-Hmm. -They're gonna love you.
-[chuckles] -They already love you. Look at you.
I got you.
[paparazzi clamoring]
John, how was the honeymoon?
Great. I highly recommend it.
Carolyn, are you enjoying married life?
Any little John-Johns on the way?
Not even gonna buy us a drink first, Sean?
Uh, Vegas has the odds at 3-to-1 it's a boy.
Carolyn, don't twins run in your family?
Thanks, folks. Appreciate it.
[clamoring continues]
[paparazzo 2] Smile.
Hey. Off the car.
[knocks on window]
[engine starts]
Hey, come on, guys. What did I just say?
I don't think they're going anywhere.
[John exhales] What did Caroline and Ed get us again?
A beautiful pearl-encrusted pillow with our monograms on it.
Oh, I put together that list of stylists you asked for.
Great. When can we meet 'em?
We?
You know I don't actually work here, right?
Hey, I can set you up with an office right here, right now.
Yeah, well, hopefully I have one at Ralph Lauren after today.
How do you feel about that?
Good, I think.
I haven't interviewed for a job since I started at Calvin Klein.
Well, Ralph Lauren called you personally,
so I think the job is yours for the taking.
Yeah, well, that's what makes me nervous.
I just want it to be because of my qualifications, not because…
You're the most famous woman in America?
[gags]
I'm proud of you.
I haven't even gotten the job yet.
-Yeah, well, I'm ready to be a kept man… -[Carolyn chuckles]
…so don't fuck it up.
Berman pushed your meeting with Allison Menno to 6:00.
Okay. Thank you.
Ooh. I gotta go. Wish me luck.
You don't need it.
Oh, uh…
Don't forget we're taking RoseMarie out for her birthday this week.
I did not forget that we're taking her out,
-or that it was her birthday. -Mm-hmm.
Good luck.
-[shrieks] -Love you.
Love you too. Bye.
[John] Bye.
[chuckles]
We could not be more excited to have you.
I mean, we have been talking about what an amazing addition
you would be to this team forever.
Well before you left Calvin Klein.
This is such a watershed moment for the company, preparing to go public.
I'm just so excited I can help spearhead that transition, so thank you.
[♪ pensive music playing]
[paparazzi clamoring]
I am so sorry. I-I had…
I had no idea.
No idea.
The feedback from media buyers is that we have a brand identity conflict.
Not intellectual enough for wonks, or glossy enough for tabloid consumers.
I realize your waning circulation isn't ideal,
but you have an astonishing amount of free media in the wake of your wedding.
Your wife is a global sensation in her own right.
Michael mentioned you two probably wouldn't be comfortable
posing for the cover, but from a PR standpoint,
it would be a fucking juggernaut.
[Berman] Yeah, and according to Page Six,
she's already been offered the covers of both Vogue and Harper's Bazaar.
And she turned them both down.
And, sorry, just so I'm clear,
you don't want Carolyn's input, but you'd happily put her on our cover?
If it combats the narrative that we are a sinking ship? Yes.
[Allison] All I'm saying is,
you two have a hundred paparazzi camped outside your apartment day in and day out.
You might as well find a way to use it to your advantage.
My relationship is not the solution to our problem.
And Carolyn is trying to make a very conscious effort
to not attract any more attention to herself, and I want to respect that.
So that's off the table.
Where are we on the George TV show?
I told the network I'd be willing to do an intro to each episode,
but we still need a host.
You know,
I just don't understand why you're willing to narrate
Ed's documentary for HBO, but it comes to your own show--
Wait, what?
I spoke with Richard Plepler at HBO.
He told me you're narrating a documentary on your father's legacy
that Ed is executive producing.
Well, this is the first I'm hearing of it.
[Berman scoffs]
Not so fun to be kept in the dark, is it?
Well, I go down to the lobby and there's a paparazzo trying
to bribe the concierge, and he's just waving lira in his face.
Mind you, we'd been in Turkey less than 12 hours.
Well… [exhales] …at least we know your appeal translates to the Near East.
What did Carolyn say?
I didn't tell her.
I wasn't gonna ruin our trip right out of the gate.
I didn't say anything.
Gin. It's like four games in a row I've won.
I'm starting to get concerned.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
[chuckles] Uh…
[clears throat] I don't want to make a big thing out of it. I, um… [gulps]
I went to get a screening the other day.
They, uh… they found some nodules.
Okay, um…
[smacks lips] What does that, um… What does that mean exactly?
Well, it's not ideal. [chuckles]
It means the cancer is back. [clears throat]
Apparently, it… [stutters] …leapfrogged from my balls to my lungs.
Wait, didn't you have a negative scan, like, three months ago?
And three months before that. And a year before that.
Anyway, doctor is confident he can get them all out.
And you've met the man. He's, uh… [chuckles]
He's got the bedside manner of a prison warden, so--
Y-You need to be getting treatment at the NCI.
I know the director, uh, Dr. Clauser. I'll call him now.
[chuckles] Why don't you call the surgeon general while you're at it?
Look. I-I appreciate your concern, really, but could we just take a beat, please?
What I really would like to do is just go get a proper drink.
[sighs]
Yeah, okay.
You're buying, obviously.
Let me get my wallet.
[exhales]
You coming?
Yeah, yeah, I'll be right there.
I still don't know how they found out I was there.
I didn't think anyone was following me.
Yeah, someone must have seen you go in.
-How'd you leave it with them? -I just apologized.
I said it was obvious that my presence at the company would be an imposition.
I'm sorry, baby.
-You want me to call Ralph? -No.
-I feel like I'm partially responsible. -No, no.
I think we should just leave it alone.
[John exhales]
Have you thought about what you're gonna say to Ed?
Yeah. Stop rubber-stamping business deals with my fucking name.
Or my father's for that matter.
You have every right to be upset, but they are hosting this party for us.
Yeah, a party we didn't ask for.
[camera shutters click]
[paparazzi clamoring]
Come on, guys, make some space.
[paparazzo 1] Right here, sweetheart.
-[Carolyn] John. [grunts] -Carolyn.
Carolyn!
Guys, I ca-- I can't see.
Carolyn.
[paparazzo 3] Come on, princess.
Back it up. Give us some space!
[paparazzo 4] Give us something to work with, baby!
[John] Get out of here!
-[doorman] Back off. Get out. -You okay?
-Yes, I'm fine. -You sure?
-[doorman] Get out of here. -It's late. Let's just go.
[Ed] I'm not sure I see where the issue is. This is in the preliminary stage--
No, the fact that you put my name on something about my father
without consulting me first.
I never said that you agreed to it. I simply suggested that we involve you--
If this is how you want to capitalize on our father's legacy, fine.
Just leave me out of it.
What do you call this?
[John] It's tongue-in-cheek.
Everyone else gets to poke fun at the family lore. Why shouldn't we?
Because it isn't funny, John.
In fact, it's tone-deaf and incredibly embarrassing.
Since when did you become the steward of the family legacy?
Since you started dressing up celebrities
like our father's alleged mistress,
-I guess. -[John exhales]
I mean, are you that desperate to boost sales
that you have to resort to cheap, tawdry publicity stunts?
Oh, your husband doesn't seem to mind my publicity
since he's leveraging it for a documentary about our father.
Hey, first of all, it was green-lit before I ever mentioned your name,
and secondly, I think Caroline was more hurt
that you didn't at least give her a heads-up--
-Oh, take a laugh, Ed. Seriously. -Don't talk to him like that.
It's okay. It's okay.
God, what's mind-boggling to me is that you complain incessantly
about wanting the magazine to stand on its own merits,
yet routinely insert yourself into the narrative.
You know, if you had actually stuck your neck out and tried something--
I've written two books, John. One on the merits of privacy.
You ought to give it a once-over.
If I had known that you didn't wanna take part in the documentary,
-I wouldn't have-- -No one's gonna take part in it.
I shut it down.
[chuckles] God, you're unbelievable.
[door slams]
You're lucky Mom couldn't come tonight.
Why, was she planning on giving another toast?
Did you tell her about the interview?
-No, I told her I had one. -[inhales, exhales]
How do you think the press found out about it?
I don't know.
You don't think it could've been anyone I told, right?
Oh, God, I hope not.
There's no point in trying to keep Mom in the dark about this stuff.
She can read all about it the next day in the press.
She told me she's abstaining from any publication
that even mentions me.
Well, she's gonna have a blast reading The Economist
for the rest of her life.
[grunts] I'm just trying to avoid an "I told you so"
for as long as humanly possible.
Can you blame her? Like, what the fuck is going on?
I don't know.
I mean…
Obviously, I knew it'd be a little crazy when we got back.
-I'm not naive, but this is-- -It's diabolical.
Like, before we got married,
there'd be a few photographers waiting outside a restaurant.
They'd get their shots, and they'd go home,
but now they just…
They-They don't… They don't go home.
Like, they sleep in tents on our sidewalk and seemingly spawn overnight.
I think it's safe to say that John's little honeymoon speech fell on deaf ears.
Yeah. We probably should have workshopped that one.
I would've advised him not to tell the press I'm no longer a private citizen.
I just think it's a little weird that he only asked for privacy for you.
Like, he's fine with all of the attention.
"Please don't aggrieve my fragile wife."
Okay. I'd like to see you try and wrangle a thousand reporters.
-[sighs] -I need a drink.
-Okay, but I think it's a cash bar. -[laughing]
Have you thought about which charities you'll lend your name to?
Lend my name?
You know, Jackie was a fierce conservationist.
Single-handedly saved Grand Central Terminal.
We've kept a board seat warm for you at the Municipal Art Society.
-Ditto for the American Ballet. -[chuckles]
Now is the time for you to solidify your philanthropic credentials
before John answers the call, so to speak.
-[Anthony coughing] -[Carolyn chuckles]
Carolyn, can I have a glass of water, please? [coughs]
I'm so sorry. Just excuse me for one moment.
[coughs, exhales]
Are you okay?
Yes, I'm fine. I'm shielding you from those witches of East Hampton.
[both laughing]
-You are twisted, you know that? -[laughs]
Well… [sucks teeth, clears throat]
You know, I've never been to a party that was thrown for people
who weren't invited to another party.
-[chuckles] Yes. -Like, on principle,
attending this as a guest would be my own personal hell.
Yeah. Yes. Yes.
-Yes. Speaking of people not invited… -Hmm?
I heard my mother sent you hair clips as her wedding gifts.
-And scrunchies. [laughs] -And scrunchies. [laughs]
Well, huh, hell hath no fury like a slighted Bouvier.
I told John to invite her.
Yeah.
How are you feeling?
Oh, just… peachy. [chuckles]
John said you were feeling optimistic about the new clinical trial.
Is that what he said?
[♪ wistful music playing]
-You know he can only think positively. -I know, I know.
I have had a front-row seat to John's version of reality my whole life,
and fortunately for me, it's no longer my responsibility
to remind him that he is a mere mortal
and that he cannot will things into fruition.
-Best of luck. -Mm-hmm.
-Do not call me for advice. I'm retired. -[chuckles]
-[guests laughing] -Ugh.
-All right, I gotta make the rounds. -Yes, you do.
-You need anything else? -I'm okay.
Okay.
-Hey. -Hmm?
You're a good sport.
[party guests chattering]
So, what's this I hear about you possibly dipping your toe in the political waters?
Oh. I didn't realize you were still on Uncle Teddy's payroll.
[chuckles] I'm a political consultant. I'm on everyone's payroll.
Yeah.
There's just been a lot of chatter in the cloakroom
as to how the party might best deploy you.
Oh.
Uh, I'm just saying,
senator sounds a lot better than former editor of George.
[guests laughing]
[consultant] Do you need me to butter up your wife?
No.
Do not say anything to her about this.
[Carolyn, guests laughing]
Well, she can certainly work a room.
Do-do, do, do, do. Again, again, again.
-Do, do, do-do. -[kid 1] Again.
[imitates airplane]
Ah.
Can we go downstairs and get some candy from Edgar?
I thought you'd never ask. [whispering] Let's go.
[kid 2 giggling]
-[John imitates airplane] -[kid 2 giggling]
Where's my other daughter?
[kid 2] Stop.
-Excuse me. -[John] No way!
[kid 2 giggles]
[doorman] There it is. [exhales] Blow on it. Blow.
[blows]
[chuckles]
-You're right. -[kid 1 giggles]
-[doorman] Very special ball. -[kid 1 giggles]
-[doorman] Where? -[Carolyn chuckles]
[paparazzo 5] There she is!
Hey, let's go upstairs.
Yeah, we don't wanna be down here.
-[softly] Bye. -[elevator bell dings]
What are you doing?
What? I-I wasn't…
[sighs]
[♪ somber music plays]
I… I'm so sorry.
The last thing I'd ever wanna do is endanger one of your kids--
It's fine.
Yeah, she asked me to get candy with her.
I wasn't expecting they'd take photos of us inside.
'Cause they normally exhibit so much restraint?
[guests chattering]
Look, you know that I have very strict boundaries
when it comes to my children and the press,
so if you and John are going to spend any time with them,
you have to be very mindful of this feeding frenzy you bring with you
everywhere you go.
I understand.
I mean, I'm still getting used to this feeding frenzy.
I would think you of all people would be able to empathize with my situation.
I didn't choose this, Carolyn.
You could've lived any other life,
but you chose this one.
I chose your brother in spite of this life.
Well… [chuckles] …then I don't really know what to tell you.
[scoffs]
[♪ somber music playing]
Look, I… I know I'm not someone you'd normally associate with.
[scoffs]
But I love your brother more than anything,
and I just don't want there to be any animosity between us.
Well, we should get back to the party.
We've been gone a long time.
You okay?
I'll be fine.
-I can see the wheels turning in there. -[chuckles]
What are you thinking about?
-How cold your feet are. -[chuckles]
[♪ gentle music playing]
I know we're in the thick of it right now, but this will pass.
I promise. Okay?
-When? -Soon.
You know how much I love you?
How much?
-It's unquantifiable. -[chuckles] Mmm.
-You're not that good at math, though. -[chuckles]
So… [chuckles]
I wish we could stay here forever.
-In bed? -No.
Just here.
In this moment.
Where is she, John? Come on. We haven't seen her all week.
[Carolyn] At least she had the courtesy to conceal my identity.
[caller] CKB. Oh, yeah, very subtle.
Is that just so you can't sue her ass for libel?
Hey, none of the other publications are worried
about smearing my reputation, so why should she?
I'll call you back.
-Jesus, it's fucking freezing out there. -How far did you run?
-Up to the catacombs. -Hmm.
Ooh. Your lips are cold.
Are you training for something I'm not aware of?
Well, this holiday weight's not gonna lose itself.
Hmm. Yeah, you've really let yourself go.
[John chuckles]
Hey, was anything messengered over for me?
No. Why?
One of the Murphy Brown producers are supposed to be sending me a script today.
Do you have, like, a big part in this show or something?
No. No, it's just like one scene with Candice Bergen.
I'm handing her a copy of the new issue of George.
What if they make you a series regular?
How will you choose between Hollywood stardom and George?
Well, I don't think it's that big of a role, but maybe…
Oh, baby, I was joking.
-But good to know where your head's at. -Mm-hmm.
How are they even finding time for this? Your schedule's insane.
Well, fortunately, that is a RoseMarie problem, not mine.
Weren't you supposed to be seeing Dr. Waters today?
-Yeah, I don't think he's for me. -Mmm?
Our last session, I told him I wasn't sleeping,
and, um…
he said a woman's mind is an ocean of secrets.
That's it. That was the only insight.
Speaking of healing, what time's your lunch?
-Two o'clock. -Mm-hmm.
I don't think she wants us duking it out over the lunch rush.
Yeah, just hear her out
and don't be afraid to swallow your pride if you have to.
But I don't think she's going to concede to anything.
-She's the most stubborn person I know. -Okay, see that right there?
That's not gonna help you mend things with your sister.
And don't bring up Ed.
You two will just… go in circles.
Yeah, well, she needs to understand that you are my priority now.
It shouldn't have to be one or the other.
You need your sister.
Make it right.
All right.
-I'm gonna go shower. -Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
-And don't be late! -Okay.
I read your interview with Reverend Graham.
-It was beautiful. -Oh.
Thank you.
"Where does our own free will end, and God's will begin?"
Sounds like you had a lot on your mind.
Yeah, well, it's been a pretty stressful couple of months.
And you and I not talking hasn't made it any easier.
I was really hoping you'd have reached out to her by now.
-To say what? -I don't know.
Extend an olive branch? De-escalate the situation?
Look, I just think the whole documentary thing stirred up
some bigger issues,
which is that I sometimes feel like I'm relegated to the kids' table,
like I'm not trusted enough to weigh in, or--
I honestly didn't think that much of it when he told me,
and because you already have so much going on all the time,
and you occupy such a huge space in our family
that Ed wanting to carve out something small for himself
would barely be a blip on your radar.
-It's a very personal project. -I agree.
Which is why I felt like my husband could be entrusted with it.
And then when you unilaterally shut it down,
it felt like you were wielding your cachet,
making it very clear that the buck stops with you and only you in this family.
But that's not even true.
I've been answering to you my whole life.
Well, that obviously isn't our dynamic anymore.
[exhales]
So I… I should've talked to you before I shut it down.
I'm sorry.
How's Carolyn holding up?
I read the news like everybody else. I know she's been struggling.
-Well, a lot of it is exaggerated. -Well, I don't know about that.
All the reports on our friction have been pretty spot-on.
Well, it's, um… obviously, hasn't been easy.
You know, the paparazzi camp outside of her gynecologist's office,
the press calls her a drug addict.
They publish photos of her leaving therapy.
-It's just a lot. -I'm sorry.
For everything.
It's deplorable.
You know, I really thought that this would all be over with by now.
I keep telling her it'll pass, but…
Maybe she doesn't wanna hear that, John, anymore.
Maybe she just wants to know the truth.
No, I just don't think it's constructive
to dwell on the things that are outside of our control.
Maybe you could talk to her?
I feel like she's alone on an island right now.
Carolyn and I haven't spoken since the party.
I'm not sure… [chuckles] …I'm an ideal confidant.
What are you talking about?
You lived your entire life in the public eye,
and somehow you still manage to maintain your privacy.
Yes, compared to you.
But I also worked very hard
and had to make a lot of choices to maintain that semblance of privacy.
Choices you were less inclined to make, which is fine. To each their own.
But you're not on your own anymore, John. You're a package deal.
Her relationship with the press won't change until yours does.
Yeah.
Hey.
-Sorry I'm late. -No, that's okay.
-Hi. -Hi.
-Ooh, I like this. -Oh. Thank you.
Did I buy that for you?
-No. [chuckles] -Hmm.
My boss just called me from his honeymoon. He's on a fucking safari.
That perv that always compliments your nylons?
-No, that guy got fired. -For being a perv?
No, he showed up coked out to our last IPO pitch
and said many bad things in very bad Mandarin.
I was greeted by your cohort outside.
We're apparently on a first name basis now.
Mmm. Yeah, I miss when they called me Carolyn.
"Bitch" just doesn't have the same ring to it.
Um, here.
-[chuckles] What is this? -What do you mean?
We're celebrating your promotion.
My big sister is vice president at Morgan Stanley.
I'm still not exactly sure what it is that you do,
but I know it's very important and I'm very proud.
Wow, I, God, really don't feel like having my picture taken right now.
Do you wanna move tables? We can, um… we can go somewhere else.
No, it's fine. They'd just follow us, anyway. [scoffs]
I'm just gonna open this when I get home.
Did Nana call you?
No. Why?
She just said she hadn't talked to you in a while.
Uh-huh.
I think she saw something about you…
being addicted to Prozac and freaked out.
What?
She doesn't understand how any of this works,
that people can just make shit up about you.
Well, why wouldn't she… Why wouldn't she just call me?
Oh. I don't know. I think some people feel like,
'cause you're, like, so famous now,
-it's like an imposition to call you. -Mm-hmm.
Oh. You should be talking to someone.
-I'm talking to you. -No, I'm serious.
What's going on with work?
Um… Yeah, John and I are meant to go to London
to meet with the European advertisers for George.
I'm not talking about John's career.
I'm talking about yours. What are you doing for yourself?
I impose a circus on anyone who comes within 15 feet of me.
Where am I supposed to go?
[exhales deeply]
I just feel like for as long as I can remember,
I've known exactly who I am and what I want,
and now I just feel like…
paralyzed.
[inhales] I'm terrified of making the wrong move
-or drawing any more attention to myself. -[camera shutter clicks]
[softly] I'm doing that right now.
Oh.
-What does John say about all this? -He feels terrible.
He tries to be positive and supportive, but it's weird
'cause you'd expect him to be an expert in all this, but… [sniffles]
…he's never lost his anonymity before. He's never had it.
[exhales]
The thing is, you could skip down the street with a smile on your face,
and they would still find something to write about you
because at the end of the day, a happy couple doesn't sell papers.
Every story needs an angle.
A protagonist and an antagonist.
John is the living embodiment of a protagonist,
which means that you…
only have one role that you can play.
-Ready? -Yeah.
Okay.
-[paparazzi clamoring] -[John clears throat]
[paparazzo 5] Smile, smile…
[paparazzo 6] Fucking cunt.
-[Sean] John. -What?
[Sean] Come on, man.
Sorry, she isn't feeling well.
-Morning sickness? -No, no.
[reporter 1] Loose dress tonight. She hiding a baby bump under there?
No, no, no, nothing like that.
[reporter 2] John, who is she wearing?
[John] Oh, I'm gonna butcher this, but, uh, I believe it's Yamamoto.
[sobs]
[John] Here you go, buddy.
Have a good day, okay?
Uh, I have a dinner with David Pecker after work tonight,
so I'm gonna be home late.
Okay.
What is it?
"Rumors of Carolyn Bessette Kennedy's pregnancy reignited last night
at the Guggenheim, when she appeared
with a… [sniffles] …noticeably fuller face and bulging abdomen.
One guest remarked, 'She no doubt had that pregnancy glow.'
Another, 'If she's depressed, you'd never know it.'"
You and I aren't trying to have a baby right now,
but what if I was pregnant and I miscarried?
What if I couldn't get pregnant at all? How will all these headlines feel then?
Don't do this to yourself.
You shouldn't be reading this crap, anyway.
You read everything that's ever written about you.
Oh, it's different.
I've been dealing with this shit my whole life.
They called me a fucking cunt.
Who did?
You know, I knew…
I knew this transition was never going to be easy.
Any woman who married you would've faced an uphill battle
in the court of public opinion, but in my…
worst fears, I never could have imagined being called a drug addict,
a coke whore, a cunt
every time I leave my door by men who live outside my house!
And I know. I know, obviously, it's all bullshit,
but I… but I can't help but think about…
[crying] …my friends back home, my teachers, my coworkers at Calvin Klein,
my f-family, who read this crap
and think, like, "What happened to that little girl?"
"She had so much promise."
And people will say that, "She knew what she was signing up for."
But-But…
you didn't even know what we were signing up for.
We both thought the life we had before we got married
was the life that we were coming home to and, John… [inhales]
…I know you say that you have the press under control, but it's…
It's really starting to feel like the opposite.
And I haven't said any of this to you because I…
[smacks lips, whispering] I love you so much.
And this is supposed to be the happiest time in our life
and that's what I want.
[sobbing] I want that for you, I want that for us, and I don't want to be…
-I don't want to be a liability. -No, no, no.
I don't… [sobs] …I don't want you to feel like I'm not cut out for this,
but I'm just…
I'm so tired.
[sobbing]
Come on. Come here.
-[sobbing] -I'm so sorry.
-[buzzing] -[wailing]
-[buzzing] -[sobbing] They won't leave us alone!
They won't…
[buzzing]
-[paparazzo 7] Where is she? -[paparazzo 8] You hiding her
-in your briefcase? -Don't worry, we ain't gonna boo.
-What the hell? -What's his problem? Jerk.
[Berman] Unbelievable.
We're working our asses off here,
and then, what, he just shows up if he wants?
I'm sick of it. He's always…
Where were you? We had a 9:00 a.m. staff meeting.
Yeah, I had shit to deal with.
Yeah, well, we have shit to deal with here too, you know?
I can't run this entire magazine on my own.
Give me a fucking minute, will you?
You know, everyone else might be comfortable
with operating on John time, but I'm not one of them.
Look, Carolyn and I are going through some stuff right now--
Oh, I could give a fuck about your wife!
Honestly, I am so sick of Carolyn
and the endless saga that is your personal life!
Never say her fucking name again. You hear me?
Look. Legal has been waiting for you to sign this TV deal for days.
I don't care! I will sign it when I'm ready!
Or better yet, why don't you offer yourself up
for the TV deal, Michael?
Oh, yeah. That's right, no one gives a shit about you.
You know, you're a fucking tragedy.
This is it? This is what you've been whoring me out for?
[Berman chuckles]
[breathes sharply] Do you have any idea what life is like, propping you up 24-7?
I mean, you can't do anything on your own.
I've had to be your mommy and your fucking daddy!
Shut the fuck up. Do you hear me?
You're nothing without your name.
You're a sympathy case with a pretty smile.
-[Berman groans] -Fuck.
[Berman screams, grunts]
[Berman grunts]
Fuck you!
[Berman groaning]
-Get the fuck out of my office! -[panting]
[scoffs]
Gladly.
I quit.
I can't wait for the rest of the world to see what a joke you really are.
Fuck.
[exhales]
Hey. It's John.
Are you free tonight?
[exhales] Sorry I'm late.
I told you, you can throw your hat in the ring whenever you want.
What did you have in mind?
[♪ "Sullen Girl" playing]
♪ Days like this I don't know what to do with myself ♪
♪ All day and all night ♪
♪ I wander the halls along the walls ♪
♪ And under my breath I say to myself ♪
♪ I need fuel to take flight ♪
♪ And there's too much going on ♪
♪ But it's calm under the waves ♪
♪ In the blue of my oblivion ♪
♪ Under the waves ♪
♪ In the blue of my oblivion ♪
♪ Under the waves ♪
♪ In the blue of my oblivion ♪
♪ It's calm under the waves ♪
♪ In the blue of my oblivion ♪