01x07 - Cash on Delivery

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She moved out of her apartment.
She left her job at Vanity Fair.

None of her friends or family will talk.

- Who?
- Who do you think?

Still obsessed with Rachel?
You've got to let that go.

She is the only one
of Anna's friends named in the complaint,

I need her. And she is ghosting me.

- You don't need her.
- I told her that.

Fine, I want her.

Code Paul. Code Paul.

- Paul.
- Hi, Paul.

You on safari? Come to see the locals?

Slumming it in Scriberia?

Barry, come on. I'm sorry.

What he means, Paul, is…

We don't like you. Go away.

I was just…
Vivian, how's the story going?

- Good. Great.
- How done are you with the article?

- Almost done.
- Is there a draft I can read?

No. I'm in the middle of it.

Uh, you know, inside it.

So, my process and all.
No draft to show you.

But soon.

There's an obvious deadline.
I mean, when is… all of that happening?

My baby is due in three weeks.

So, uh, I need the article ASAP.





We'll need extra time.

A lot of fact checking on this one.

And you of all people should know
how important fact checking is.

I got it.

Bye. Go. Shoo.

We have stories of our own
to write, deadlines.

I don't have time
for you to be telling that frat-boy lies.

Wait a minute. She's right.

- That baby's due in two weeks.
- And the draft is not almost done.

- She hasn't started writing yet.
- You selfish little bitch.

I have a Tr*mp think piece.

Do you? A think piece on Tr*mp.

You proud of that? Feeling original?

I need Rachel.

You don't have her.

People don't just disappear.

This girl lives online.

She'd die without Instagramming
her hair or her shoes, or whatever.

She's got to be on Instagram or something.
I bet you she's still liking posts.

Nothing. No Facebook, Insta, Snap.

Twitter, Weibo, Tumblr, none of it.

If a source won't come through,
build the story without 'em.

You've got enough without Rachel. Right?

Yes.

No. Maybe.

It's just better with Rachel.

She's right.

Without Rachel to corroborate,
this story's not as good.

- Marrakesh for sure.
- I don't agree.

Kacy's account is color enough.

She was there.

- For part of it.
- Well, she was there.

Yeah, she was there at the beginning,
but not for very long.

- What's the deal here?
- Kacy comes back.

- I don't think she's a reliable witness.
- We want to get started writing.

Barry, for God's sake.

Look, just start writing.

We'll find Rachel.

If you build it, she will come.

Go.

It started with money,
as it so often does in New York.

A crisp $100 bill
slipped across the smooth surface

of the mid-century-inspired
concierge desk at 12 George.

Later, Kacy Duke would recognize this

as a substantial gift from the Universe.

I'm sorry. What?

- I don't know what you're saying.
- Damn it, come here.

I have a friend
who I thought might know something,

so I called her and checked in
and she dug around and…

She just called me back and…

You're k*lling me.

I found Rachel,
and I know why she's not talking to you.

What?

She's dead? In a coma? What?

Rachel sold her story to Vanity Fair.

Mother fu...

God.

Okay.

You have
reached Anna Delvey, leave a message.

Anna, it's me.

Um, I'm back in New York
so if you could wire me that money,

that would be great.

Thanks, talk later.

Look, it happens all the time.
It doesn't mean your story's dead.

It doesn't mean her story's alive either.

Who's writing it?
Do we know who's writing it?

My friend didn't have that intel.

If it's someone like Nancy Jo Sales,
then I'm f*cked.

Yeah, that'd sink you.

Damn it, I need to tell Landon.

- No.
- You don't think I should tell Landon?

What if Paul finds out first?

- Can your story stand on its own?
- Yeah.

God. I think so. Maybe.

- You've done some great reporting.
- I'm not done writing it.

You don't say a word to Landon.

Lou?

They're right. Let's shut up.

No one says anything to Paul or Landon.

Let's see the Vanity Fair piece first.

We need to know
what you're up against.

When does it come out?

Print's out this week,
but online drops sometime today.

Nice tan.

Your Insta pictures were fire.

- Thanks.
- Come on, spill the details, girl.

I'm so jealous.
I've always wanted to go to Marrakesh.

- Was it amazing?
- It was nice.

Oh, my God, how did you swing La Mamounia?

Did you get a secret zaddy?

I'm sorry, guys,
my inbox is crazy and I have to work.

- Spoil sport.
- I need to get to work.

Uh, Rachel.

Noah, what are you…

I'm meeting
one of the photography editors.

Marrakesh was crazy. Right?

How are you?

I might have, like, PTSD.

They charged my card
with the full amount.

- What the f*ck?
- Right? But Anna will fix it.

It's fine.

I've got to go to this meeting.

Do you want to grab dinner sometime?

I can't.

I'll see you around.

Anna, still no wire.
Have to pay work credit card ASAP.

Oh, no! So sorry, bank screw up.

I'm traveling. Wire arriving tomorrow.

Sorry about screw up.

- Rachel.
- Oh. Coming.

Heads up, here we go.

"As an added bonus,
she paid for everything."

Wait, she wrote it herself?

It's a first-hand account.

She wrote it herself.
This is really good for us.

Kent!
We got scooped by Vanity Fair?

He does not seem to think so.

Oh, sh*t.

Mmm.

People are going to lose their minds.

Still no wire.

Bank f*ck-up. It's coming.

Anna, I could get in trouble.

It was sent today.
I can send you confirmation slip.

Rachel.

- I'm sorry.
- What is with you these days?

What's the holdup?

It's coming.

Small problem
with international transfers.

Anna, what's going on?

What do you mean?
Everything's cool.

You'll have the money by Monday.

I asked for next month's photos.

Sorry.

Anna, I need the money back.

Minor delay.
Fixing it now. So sorry.

Wire will be completed today.

Had to move hotels.

Beekman, so basic.

Rachel.

Rachel.

If you won't focus,
I'll find someone else to assist me.

You're just in my way right now.

Come on.

You've reached
Anna Delvey. Leave a message.

Anna, it's been three months.

Okay, I need that $62,000.
I have to pay off my work credit card.

I've used up all my money
on the minimum payments.

Okay, please, Anna,
you have to pay me back.

I'm not
insulting the Vanity Fair piece,

I'm not saying it's bad journalism.

I'm saying it's not journalism at all.

Because Rachel wrote it herself.

She's not a writer or a journalist.

We still got scooped.

No, this is not scooped.

It's not a real article.

There's no facts,

there's no research,
there's no interviews.

She's just complaining about her friend.

It's basically
an email girls trip gone wrong.

Which goes to my point

about lack of content
and interest in a story like this.

Paul, her piece lacks content.

Rachel is in the dark.

She's got no clue about the banks,

the law firms
or the true scale of what Anna did.

My piece is about the swindle

that is the American dream
in the 21st century.

I am talking
about the theft of our ideals.

The stealing of a presidency,
the fetters on female ambition.

It's about
why scam culture is here to stay.

My story has a place.

It has a right to exist.

Your pages have something.

But I don't know.

I feel…

like we should just cut our losses.

Landon.

Landon.

Keep writing.

Finish the story.

- Then I'll decide.
- Thank you.

- I'm glad you called.
- I'm glad you were free.

Good to see you.

Away from all that crazy.

Right.

Uh, what do you have coming up?

Mmm, this buddy of mine, uh,
his band's playing Glastonbury.

Cool, right?

So, uh, they want me to go on the road
and take photos and document it.

- Amazing.
- Yeah. How about you?

I have no idea what I'm doing.

I'm still waiting for Anna to pay me back.

Wow. She hasn't paid you back?

I've been hiding it.

At work…

I don't know how much longer I…

She said she was staying at the Beekman,
but I don't think she's there anymore.

It's not like I'm asking her
to deliver cash to me by hand.

I just need her
to push a button or make a call.

I don't even know where she is.
I hope she's okay.

Rach, you've got to look out for yourself.

What do you mean?

Anna's my friend.

After everything
that went down in Marrakesh,

that you continue to call her that…

Anna's not your friend

or she wouldn't have
put you through all that.

She definitely puts herself first.

Well, she's different. That's all.

She exists on a different plane,
but she is good for it.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Mmm-hmm.

Everything's going to be fine.

Big night out?

Oh, uh…

I was… I couldn't sleep.

Living your best life.
I see you, Rachel Williams.

Oh, thank God.

What the hell?

You've reached
Anna Delvey. Leave a message.

Anna…

Am I interrupting?

Um, hi, Linda. Did you need something?

I'm trying to get my steps for the day.
Figured I'd walk down.

Did you get my email from last week?

The week before?

Oh, my God. Did I miss something?

I'm sorry. Clara has this big trip.
I've been booking flights and travel.

Um…

Three countries.

I had a message from AmEx.

Something about
an unpaid balance on your corporate card.

Oh.

Mine?

Look, Marco's doing
his quarterly checks next week,

so you'd better pay
whatever needs paying by then.

Definitely. I'll have everything cleared.
I must have forgotten.

Sure.

Come on.

You've reached
Anna Delvey. Leave a message.

Look, Anna, it's me.

You only sent 5,000, what about the rest?
I need the rest of the money.

Look, someone at work knows.

Anna, call me back. Please.

I am losing my mind here.

I have to pay that bill.

Sorry, sorry.

All this time Anna was where?

She'd left the Beekman, right?

Anna gets back from abroad.

The 12 George
won't have anything to do with her,

so she checks into the Beekman.

No surprises.

It takes less than a month
for the people at the Beekman

to realize
Anna's not the bill-paying type.

After that, she decamps for the W.

This is really good stuff.
You could use this, Vivian.

Where are you going?

Uh…

I'll be back. I thought of something.

So, this whole time Rachel's trying
to get her money back, Anna's homeless.

Missing wire transfers
from hotel to hotel.

The luxurious hobo.

Exactly. Not that Rachel knew that.

Hi, this is Vivian Kent for Dr. Harris.

Can you tell her
to meet me at the hospital?

Something's happening.

Something you want to tell me?

You let her spend $62,000
on your company AmEx?

I didn't let her.

I mean, I did,
but she's supposed to pay me back.

- She is so rich.
- Talk to Marco.

I can't.

He'll see it for himself in like two days.
It'll be better if you tell him first.

Then Condé Nast can set legal onto her.

No, she says a check is coming.

Get a grip.

She's been stringing you along
for three months.

Tell him, or I will.

She paid back some of it.

If she pays back the rest,
then Marco doesn't ever have to know.

Do you think this is grade school?

This is fraud.

It's police. It's jail time.

This is serious, Rachel.
You have to turn her in.

You don't know her!

Look… To you
she's an inconvenient accounting holdup.

To me, she's my friend.

And I am not turning
a foreign woman over to the police.

Not in Tr*mp's America.

Not when I actually know her.

And know she's a good person.

And know that whatever
she's going through,

she is going to figure it out
and come out stronger for.

Same as I will.

Hey, what happened? What's going on?

- Nothing is going on.
- Something's going on.

What happened was,
I can see the baby's head is now engaged.

Engaged? Oh, my God, okay.

Engaged, engaged is what?

That's not serious. That's not married.

Vivian,

two days, three tops, and you're in labor.

I want only gentle walks,
low stress and relaxation from now on.

You've got it.

Vivian, you've got
to take care of yourself.

I will.

I promise.

Hello?

Uh, Anna?

Anna, are you there?

I'm here, Rachel. What's up?

Uh…

I don't know
if you got any of my messages,

but I'm still waiting
on that wire transfer.

You know what,
I'm so fed up with this wire thing.

I'm at the W, why don't I go to the bank
and get a cashier's check for you?

You can come and collect it.

Does that work?

It works. That works.

I'll come in today.

Yes! I knew it! Yes.

In her article,
Rachel talks about an intervention.

Mmm-hmm.

No one mentioned that to me.

Not Anna, not Kacy.

All right,
car will be here in four minutes.

First babies are always late.
Everybody always says that.

Your sister. Her baby was late, right?

Rue was a week early.

- What are you doing?
- Calling an Uber.

Are you serious?

Jack, my story isn't done.

I'm close. I just…

- I need to talk to Kacy.
- Did you hear Dr. Harris?

Rest. Relaxation. Gentle walks.

Vivian, this is not a drill.

We're at zero dark baby.
And we're not even ready.

The nursery's not done,
we haven't child-proofed the house.

We need that baby monitor with the things.

We have no diapers.

Look, people have babies every day.

People squat in fields.

We are not special.

So, we don't have this stuff.

This is where we are.

We're not bad parents
because she's not here yet to parent.

So you know what we do?

Whatever it takes to be ready
when she gets here.

I need to get this story
out of my head and onto the page.

I need to get this done. I need to finish.

I need to have this baby,
knowing that I kicked ass.

And won.

Can you get behind that?

Can you do it in two days?

I have to. It's now or never.

What the hell?

Can I help you?

I'm looking for my friend. Anna Delvey.

She's not with us anymore.

Look, I need to see her.

She left a check for me,
I have to get it from her room.

She left a check for you?

What do you mean
she's not with you anymore?

She hasn't… She hasn't paid you?

I'm unable to discuss
the personal affairs of any of our guests.

Or any ongoing financial disputes,
or irregularities they may have with us.

Or the Beekman. Or the Mercer.

Okay.

God.

So what am I supposed to do?

You don't understand,
I'm just a normal person.

She's rich.

Really rich.

Rich?

It doesn't seem that way.

While Rachel's losing her mind waiting
for Anna to pay her back, Anna is where?

By that point she's in jail.

The W Hotel
called the cops on her for non-payment.

That's right.

Here's the arrest paperwork
and booking log.

That's when she first met Todd.

I got you out on bail but this isn't over.

I mean, what is happening in America?

I had high hopes for your new president.

This would never happen to me in Europe.

Especially not in Germany
or Paris where I'm better known.

Sorry if I missed this,
but why didn't you pay?

I mean, I tried to,

but I guess I didn't warn
my bank that I was traveling, so…

Cards weren't working. Got it.

They put me in handcuffs and everything.

Can you imagine?

Yeah. They do that.

I mean, they should be
more considerate of someone's stature.

When you represented Alec Baldwin,

I'm sure they didn't put him in shackles
if he went after a paparazzi or whatever.

I didn't represent Alec Baldwin.

- But, it said online when you...
- Mr. Baldwin had a stalker.

I represented her.

The stalker?

So…

What happens now
is that you sign this form

that allows me
to put a lien on your assets

in case of some other mishap
with your finances down the line.

And I get to work on making
this go from a criminal matter

back to the misunderstanding
that I'm sure it was.

One other thing.

Because of all this bank trouble,

I'm still having
a hard time with my credit cards,

so, I'll just need to stay with you.

It'll only be for a few nights.

Absolutely not.

How are you doing with this?

This story makes her look so bad.

We didn't even know half this stuff.

Did you read
this part about the intervention?

I know. You talk to Anna?

Not yet. This case is going to k*ll me.

You didn't tell me
anything about an intervention.

Rachel was a mess.

This girl had left her
hanging for so long,

then this story about her being busted...

Back up,
who decided that you should confront her?

Me, I guess.

I'm all live and let live, but…
I thought, let's fix this.

Get Anna to admit what's wrong,

get Rachel her money, help Anna.

Maybe call her parents if she needed.

I told Anna
to come meet me for drinks.

I said my friend Nicole

was in the neighborhood
and would bring her.

Nicole? Your client got involved?

That was a mistake.

She was here
when Rachel showed up in tears.

Tighten that core, navel to spine.

It hurts.

sh*t.

She wants us to have the kids over.

Why the f*ck should I have
those vampires ruin our holiday weekend?

Nicole, deep breath.

Remember what I said
about staying present.

The past is your teacher,
but the present is your creation.

What did she do?

Look at me.

You have let Anna take too much,
it is time to stand in your power.

I don't have any power.

That is not true.
You have to claim your power back.

You have to take up space
and demand what you need.

It's time for you
to love yourself and put yourself first.

Do you think she'll come?

Nicole is picking her up right now.

- I'm scared.
- No.

You are brave.

And you're going to face her.

And how are you
going to flip the narrative?

By standing in my power.

- Good.
- Because I am a bad bitch.

Yes, you are!

Now let's do this.

Yeah.

- I'm a bad bitch.
- I'm a bad bitch.

- Bad bitch. Bad…
- Bad bitch.

Kacy wants to meet here?

She's waiting for us.

Oh, my God, Kacy.

What are we doing on this side of town?
Everyone's so old.

Rachel.

What the f*ck is this?

An intervention?

I have a business to run
and you're wasting my time.

You paid me that 5,000, and I am grateful

but please, okay, I need the rest.

Just transfer it.

The head of finance is back
and I can't let him find out.

Tell us the truth about Marrakesh.
Where is Rachel's money?

I told you. I'll pay you back.

It's been three months,
Anna, three months.

I know you're my friend

and you don't want to hurt me so please,
just give me back that money.

Please, Anna.

Why are you being like this? So dramatic.

I'm being dramatic?

You always pretend to promote peace,
but really you just love a riot.

- You crave drama.
- You've left her in a horrible situation.

She's about to lose her apartment.
She could lose her job.

Talk to us, Anna.

What's happening?
What's going on with your trust fund?

Do you need us
to call someone, your parents?

Who do you think you are?

You owe Rachel $57,000.

If you're not honest with us,
we can't help.

Do you really believe
all this bullshit affirmation?

What are you crying for?
I told you this would be sorted.

Are you f*cking kidding me?

Who the f*ck are you?

Calm down, Nicole. It's okay.

- No, it isn't.
- God.

Look at your friend,
crying like a rag doll.

She's a pathetic mess because of you.

This is none of your business.
You don't know me.

I know a million girls just like you.

Unlikely.

This is all so stupid and short-sighted.

You're all so basic.

You don't know
what it's like to create something.

Ugh! Please! You're a liar.

Everyone can see that.

Just give her the money you owe her.

Enough, Nicole. Anna…

Just stop, Anna.

Okay, stop. Just tell us the truth.

I'm creating something
that's going to be iconic.

But you're bothering me
about credit card bills?

Do you know
how many things I have on my mind?

I've got lawyers and financiers
who are helping me create ADF.

I'm leasing
a whole f*cking building on Park Avenue.

- Bullshit.
- What do you know?

She's right. It's bullshit.
You're not leasing 281 Park.

You can't talk to me like that, Kacy.

You're fired.

Girl, I already fired you.

You aren't leasing 281 Park
because it's already been leased.

- That's not true.
- Actually, it is.

Says so right there.

That's fake news.

- Are you for real?
- No, this is my building.

- Anna, what's going on?
- Anna…

f*ck you, Kacy!

Screw you and your psychobabble bullshit!

You have no clue what it's like for me.

I'm a boss.

I'm trying to build a foundation
and I'm surrounded by a bunch of amateurs!

Please, Anna. I am begging you.

No! I'm doing everything I can.

Do you think
I have time to waste with this?

Your money is coming.
Why can't you just listen?

I thought you were my friend.

But this is how you treat me?

After everything I've done for you?

Anna, you need to stop.
Tell us the truth and we can try to help.

Please, Anna.

I need that money.

This has gone too far.

I'm going to the bathroom.

That bitch is crazy.

I should've known
this was never going to work.

Give it time,
I think we're getting through to her,

- she's starting to listen.
- You think so?

Yes.

- She's running.
- What?

Anna!

Whole thing was a disaster.

I told Rachel
we should contact Anna's parents.

We could find them online or something.

So you spoke to Anna's parents?

No. Rachel said
she wanted to think about it.

And then, I see her article today.

These girls are toxic. All of them.

I want out of this narrative.

- What do you mean?
- I don't want to be in your article.

- What?
- This ain't me.

I don't want my clients
seeing me in this negative context.

I'm out.

Kacy, I need your story.

I am done with Anna Delvey and her chaos.

Please just take a b*at.

Think about it. Don't decide now.

They're trying to jump ship.

Who now?

Ron from Blade says
take out the stealing the plane thing.

- He wants his name out of it.
- No. Absolutely not.

It's already in the public record.

She was charged
with stealing the plane. No.

We'll see what legal says.

Oh, Jesus, people are so spooked
by Rachel's article.

You've been sitting here for hours
and you should be home.

Need to finish.

Is this bitch for real?
What are you going to do about this?

She's making it sound
like she's the victim.

I'm going to write my article.

That's what I'm doing.
The facts speak for themselves.

What's with the towel?

In case my water breaks.

I mean, you think Anna's seen this?

You should have told us you were famous.

What?

That f*cking bitch!

No! No! Let me out of here!

Let me out!

I need to call Vivian Kent.
I need to make a call!

f*ck!

No! Let me out!

f*ck you, Rachel!

Oh.

Next.

Oh, um…

Hi, I want to report a crime, I guess.

A crime? You guess? Okay.

- You're the victim of this crime?
- Yes. I'm the victim.

Nature of the crime?

I was on holiday
in Marrakesh at La Mamounia,

it's a luxury 5-star resort in Morocco.

The Kardashians stayed there.

Anyway, my friend asked to borrow my card

to pay for some stuff,
and basically ran up some money…

A lot of money on my AmEx.

Actually, it's my work AmEx.

But she promised to pay me back,

but it's been months, almost three months,
and I'm going out of my mind.

Just a moment.

So you went on a 62k vacay
with your pal at Le Moumounia?

No, La Momounia.

Right. And you paid for this
on your work credit card?

It was both on my personal
and my work card.

But it was only supposed to be a hold.

- Not the actual charge.
- Right. Got it.

Uh, and your friend, Anna Delvey,

did she coerce you
into giving her the card?

No. Uh, not exactly.

I mean,
I thought she was good for the money.

62k on the company card.

How much is your limit, Jo?

- On my company card?
- Hmm.

The city doesn't give me a company card.

Yeah. They don't even give me
expenses to replace my g*n holster.

Look, I'm… I'm really in trouble here.

Can't you talk to her? Like, I need help.

Miss, right now I have one homicide,

a sex as*ault,
two incidents of domestic v*olence,

and a flasher at large in Alphabet City.

Look, I'm sorry…

But I don't know what to do.

What should I do?

Well, there's no crime here
from what I can see.

My advice?

Start a GoFundMe page
and maybe pick better friends.

For sure.

Better friends.

Next.

Anna runs away from the intervention
and Rachel goes to the Chinatown precinct.

- Without telling Kacy.
- Snitch.

So, where's Anna? Where did she go?

And where's Rachel after the cops
laugh her out of the precinct?

I… I swear, I wasn't trying
to defraud the company.

She said she would pay me back.

This isn't about your friend,
but your lack of judgment.

- But it wasn't my fault.
- Whose then?

- I tried to fix it.
- You failed.

Are you f*ring me?

If an investigation
finds that you were in on it,

we'll be calling in the police.

Wait, I… I didn't take any of it.

You stayed at the hotel, didn't you?

Can't you understand
what I've gone through?

You helped
your friend defraud this company.

You're neck deep in this Rachel.

Tell Alan to call me back. It's urgent.

Gabriel, it's me.

They leased 281 Park.

How could you let this happen to me?

Call me back.

You need to fix this.

We need to talk. Next plan.

Good evening, madam, can I help you?

No, I was on my way to the desk attendant.

I'm afraid the desk attendant
won't be able to attend to you, madam.

Why not? There's no line.
She's just sitting there.

Because if you get any closer to her,

she's been instructed
to call for security.

Personally, I'd rather
avoid that whole fuss,

which is why
I was so eager to attend to you myself.

Now, is there anything else?

You're kicking me out?
Do you know who I am?

Yes, I do.

I have a photo of you,

which is why I'm advising you
to seek accommodation elsewhere.

It's cold out there.

And in here, rooms start at 800.

For you, payment upfront.

You and Anna were friends, right?

- Still are.
- So, what was her deal?

Like, what is this all about?

If she's that rich,
why didn't she just pay?

Anna's a good person.

Kind of kooky, but real.

You know, if she's your friend,
she has your back.

But her dad cut her off.
It happens all the time.

These rich kids, their big allowances,

sometimes sh*t goes down
in the bank of mom and dad.

But when it works itself out,
that money is back.

Anna just… They had a bad few weeks.

I'm out.

Sounds intense.

Yeah. I knew it wouldn't work.

Confronting her like that.

She called me dramatic.

She said I pretend to want peace.

Like, she turned it all on me.

- She's awful.
- The cops think I'm a fool.

My coworkers think I'm an idiot,
and I feel like an idiot.

Like, how did I let this happen to me?

What was…

You were there, is this my fault?

You're a good person.
And you were being a good friend.

And I got screwed.

You were right.

This wouldn't happen to Anna.

She'd put herself first.
She would be selfish.

What are you going to do?

To my face, while I was crying,
she said I craved drama.

Like our friendship meant nothing.

Like what she's putting me through
meant nothing.

If she wants drama, she's going to get it.

How long's she been at it?

- Twelve hours.
- Respect.

I mean, she's crazy.

She is not crazy. She has her reasons.

So she made one mistake in her career.

Women don't get to make mistakes?

It was a big f*ck-up.

Barry?

Maud, she should have been on top of it.

Because you would have been?

She's a human.

It was a g*dd*mn list
and the kid lied to her.

Tell me
you haven't f*cked up at some point.

I bet you didn't lose jobs
and respect over it.

Rachel, until
this investigation is complete,

I'll need you to return
all your company IDs and credit cards.

It wasn't my fault.

The investigation
will determine all the facts.

Until then you must not discuss
this with other members of staff.

And you will be suspended,
pending a thorough inquiry.

I can't lose my job.

You should have thought about that

before you gave
your company credit card to a friend.

In the State of New York,
I'm entitled to a lawyer in compliance

with the National Labor Relations Act
in any disciplinary inquiry.

Also, you failed to inform me

that I could have
an independent representative.

- That might be...
- It's the law.

What was that in there?

I'm standing up for myself.

How's the rest going?

Seven thousand words,
five thousand good ones.

And the other thing?

Still dry.

This was Manhattan in the 21st century.

And money is more powerful than ever.

Rare is the city dweller who,
when presented with an opportunity

for a sudden and unexpected
influx of cash, doesn't grasp for it.

Of course, this money
almost always comes with strings attached.

Still, everyone makes the reach

because here, money is the one thing
no one can ever have enough of.

Resilience is hard to come by,
but not capital.

Maybe it could have happened.

In this city,
where enormous amounts of invisible money

trade hands every day…

Why not? Why this girl?

She wasn't super hot, they pointed out.

Or super charming.

She wasn't even very nice.

How did she manage to convince

an enormous amount of cool,
successful people?

Anna looked at the soul
of New York and recognized

that if you distract people
with shiny objects,

show them money,

they'll be virtually
unable to see anything else.

And the thing was, it was so easy.

It's good.

I don't disagree.

But we still have a Kacy problem.
Legal says we need her.

I'll call her.

Oh, God.

No, no, no.

- Uh…
- No, no, no. No. No, no.

- Yes.
- It's me. You good?

Sure.

I'm heading to the court house now.
See you by 10:00 a.m.?

I'm leaving now.

Anna, be on time.

The judge
does not take kindly to lateness.

I said I'm leaving now. Bye.

- Hello.
- Kacy, I need an answer.

This is all bad karma.

Kacy, I don't have time any more.

Let me tell your truth.

I don't want my name in it.

Okay. I'll use your quotes,
but your name is out.

Nothing that identifies me.

You have my word.

You'll be described as the, uh, trainer.

The trainer.

Okay.

Thank you.

She's in.

Unnamed. But in.

God. Somebody get an elevator for them.

Mr. Spodek.

- How are we doing?
- What?

Did she just ask how are we doing?

- f*ck you.
- Vivi.

We are not having a baby.

She's got a point. We're not.

But if you can still tell me
to f*ck off, you're good.

- See, we're good.
- No, we're not. We are not good.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.
Something must have happened to delay her.

She's a sweet kid...

A sweet kid with a penchant
for not paying for things.

I'm issuing
a bench warrant for your client.

This case is adjourned.

Where the hell are you?

- Deposit?
- Yes, please.

I would like to make a withdrawal.

In cash?

Yes.

Would you like that in 50s?

Throw in some 20s too.

We're at ten centimeters.

Pressure's a little low on mom.

Baby's a tad tachycardic.

And now we're getting late decels here.

Vivian,
let's get this baby out now.

- Now?
- Right now.

I'm really tired. Maybe later.

Vivian, now!

Jack.

The second she has a contraction,
get her to push.

Okay.

Chair please.

Ow!

Yeah, push. Push, push, push, push,
push, push, push, push, push.

Push, push, push, push. Push, push, push.
Push, push. Push, push, push.

Tired.

- Make it stop.
- No stopping.

You got this. You got this.

No, I'm done.

- I'm not having a baby today.
- Dr. Harris.

I see it.

Jack, she has to do this
or we go to the OR.

Do you understand? Make her push.

Hey.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

You're losing.

- I mean, you're losing right now.
- Are you… Hey.

You're losing right now,
and you don't lose.

You win. Right?

You can do this.

Right. This is easy. You can do this.

Anyone can do this. Tell me why, Vivi.

Vivi, tell me why.

- Because people squat in fields.
- That's right. People squat in fields.

I'm not special.

You are not special. Come on.

I need to do the work.

Do the work. Do the work.

I just need you to push.
One last time for me.

- I am not special.
- You are not special.

- I am not special.
- You are not special.

I am not special!

Push, push, push, Vivian,
push, push, push.

Push, Vivian. Push, Vivian.

Wow.

Mmm-hmm.

Stand in your power, Rachel Williams.

Ms. Williams, thank you for waiting.

How can I help?

I want to tell you about my friend, Anna.

I think she's a con woman.

I love Los Angeles in fall.

Beats this dump.

This city's full
of pickpockets and thieves.