-Thanks. -Rafalsky.
-And Langenbrunner.
And Langenbrunner.
-Is that it? -That's it.
-I love you. -I love you!
-You too, Kipp. -Oh, hey, listen.
Before I forget, the password is "Bob."
-Gotcha. -All right. Bye.
-Okay, then. -Can I ask you something...
...totally none of my business? Were you just talking to Kippie Kann...
...about Jamie Langenbrunner and Brian Rafalsky?
-You know them? -I wish.
I am the biggest hockey nut this side of Newark.
We're trying to book them on the show.
We're doing a whole recruiting segment. I'm their hockey gal.
You should meet my ex. He's a scout for the Devils. Give me your Palm.
-It's frozen. -I can fix it.
No, that's so sweet, but thank you.
Okay, well, why don't you just hold down the power button.
Go ahead.
Power button?
And you should hear a....
-And, fingers crossed... -Fingers crossed.
...it will reset.
Okay.
I cannot believe it.
-I can explain. -You have I Spy.
That's a brand-new program. Do you mind?
-Having I Spy? No, I don't mind. -Do you mind beaming it to me?
Here, I can-- You want me to show you there? Just take this.
And...
-...voil? -Voil?what?
-Voil? now I've got it. -But it's his-- Mine.
-I want it back. Please? -No. We both have it.
You have one, and I have its twin.
-You've never done it before. -Virgin. Damn proud of it.
You're funny.
So I work next Wednesday. Why don't you come by for dinner?
I will wow you with my chicken paillard.
How could I refuse? She had an ease, an openness...
...and the answers. She had the answers.
Party!
Kippie! Watch it, here! Watch it!
-Cut it! Phil, cut it! -Cut it. Reset.
Oh, God, she's coming up. She's coming up.
-Count to 10. -Katie!
-Take it easy. -Okay!
She's coming!
-Seven, eight, nine.... -Carl!
What? You were fantastic.
-That was very emotional. Phil? -Yeah. I teared up.
Trust me. No one does midgets like Kippie. Like you.
But everyone does them! Don't you get it?
-I want something fresh, original-- -It was his idea.
-Ira? -Now she remembers my name.
Get the midgets out of here.
Here comes the numbers speech.
Can you be midget-wrangler today?
My numbers go up, your numbers go up.
My success is your success.
Jerry Maguire.
Help Kippie help you!
That was very moving. I think we should all take a moment to--
-Places! Miserable midgets. -Moment's up!
-Places! Stand by, intro. -We're back in one.
-We are just about ready. -Phil, we're reset.
Okay, stand by, Kippie.
"Kippie's Kute Kouplings Kontinues."
Bob, I want you to move in really tight.
Tighter, tighter, tighter, till I tell you to stop.
Yeah. Right there.
We have a collection of cute couples to clear things up. I can't believe this.
What are you so worried about?
Do you think my idea is good?
-I mean, enough? -For the live show? Absolutely.
I'm convinced they're going to give it to you.
-Why? What do you know? -Not much. It's just, after staff--
-When? -Monday.
-Today's the big day! -I know!
-Go on. -I overheard them.
Pardon me? Who, who?
-Barb, Carl, Kippie. -Kippie? Kippie? Kippie's there?
-Yes. -Continue.
Well, they thought your "Little Black Book" idea was great.
They're right. I mean, it's my time.
I put in the work. I'm next up for promotion.
-It only makes sense. -It only makes sense.
Little black books. Little black books. Little black books.
This season's live show will be...
..."Plastic Surgery Nightmares." Congratulations, Barb.
Our newest producer.
-Way to go, girl! -Good one.
Now, people. People, people!
Since we are live, I'm expecting everybody to pitch in, right?
Right. Now that's a wrap.
Too bad, Ira.
Sorry, Ira. Maybe next sweeps?
Sweet.
Naive, but sweet.
You wanna go to dinner?
Can't. I'm on the committee for the Kippie Kann Kan Drive...
...Kippie Kares for Kids Koalition. Catch you later.
-Is he okay? -He's trying to be.
How about you? Urban legend.
-You said APs never get the live show. -What do I know?
Come with me. I've got a surprise for you.
Carl, here she is.
Stacy, Kippie liked your idea too.
For the tri-state cook-off! So if you could ask--
-What's her name? -Joyce.
-Lf we could have it at the-- -Kaleidoscope Kitchen.
Oh, love the K's. And Kippie loves cook-offs...
...so you get those pre-interviews in. Barb, you co-pilot.
-Katie. -Carl.
-Was he saying--? Are you saying--? -Congratulations.
My first show!
I mean, it's not a done deal or anything, but--
At least I'll have something legitimate to offer Joyce.
This is perfect. It's perfect! Thank you.
-I'm sorry. -That's okay. It's fine. I'm smiling.
Now Joyce could bake her cake, and the audience could eat it too.
Get that out to table four. Make sure they still have wine.
Which somehow made me feel a little less like the lying scumbag that I was.
And voil?
-And this is for dessert. -What?
What did you do?
Joyce.
-Open it! -"To Barb, I can't wait--
Love, Diane." I can't believe you!
The night manager got it for you. It's just a little thing.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
-Table 24 left this for you. -Thank you, Gordon.
-It's Pat Burns. -Head coach for the New Jersey Devils.
Right, I forgot. You're the hockey gal.
Oh, my God.
Tickets for the playoffs? You're beloved.
Come with me. They're for tomorrow night. I mean, if you can.
These are tickets for the Stanley Cup. You're a crazy girl.
Well, I don't know anyone else who likes hockey.
Except my little brother, and I'd rather go with you.
-And Derek will be there. -I'm-- Who?
My ex.
I told you about him. He works for the Devils.
We'll meet him after the game for a drink. It's a ritual.
Oh, really?
The beautiful people have arrived.
They come every Wednesday night to be seen.
I better call the manager and make sure the camera crew is cleared.
So we're on? Great. Call me. You have my number?
-Yep. -Okay, good.
Those are Manolos, you clumsy--
Joyce.
If I were you, I wouldn't finish that statement.
Stacy?
Lulu!
Get a shot of us. She produces the Kippie Kann show.
-Why is she calling you Stacy, Barb? -That's her name.
No, actually, my name is Barb.
The other woman you met's name is Stacy.
-No? -Yes.
-She was Barb. -No.
No-- What?
-Enjoy your meal. -Join us, Stacy-Barb?
Okay, Phillip. Bring your camera.
How do you know her?
-We did a show last year on bulimia. -Oh, why am I not surprised?
She does make you wanna throw up. Or at least me.
-Sorry, I don't really like her, I guess. -"I guess"?
She used to hang out with my brother, and I sort of took her under my wing...
...until she took Derek from under mine.
-He cheated on you with her? -No, we had split up.
But one day we're talking about getting married...
...and the next day we're dating other people.
Taking space.
God, I hate that expression, don't you?
Hate it. So then?
So then he starts talking to Lulu, who totally knows the score.
And then she advises me to see other people.
-Hideous. -And she meant nothing to him.
She was a fling. I mean, he wanted us to get back together.
But, in a way, we're just closer being friends.
You are? Good. You are.
We are, and if not, there's always the boomerangs.
-The boomerangs. -Yeah. You know the kind.
You throw them out there into the world....
-And they always come back to you. -Yeah, that's right.
He bought us each one, and we promised never to throw them away.
So no matter what happened, if we needed to, or wanted to...
-...then we could still end up.... -Together.
Anyway, whatever.
Why were we talking about this?
You know, he probably wouldn't even remember the story...
...never mind the boomerangs, and then there's me, the romantic sap...
...who still has hers framed in the bedroom.
How stupid is that?
Not stupid.
It's just a waste of energy.
There's so many other interesting guys out there for you.
Joyce, you're gonna meet the right person. Watch.
Or I could end up with Derek.
Wouldn't that be funny?
Right now I'm not rushing into anything or anyone.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice....
-Shame on me. -Exactly.
Something about the way she believed she might get him back...
...made me believe it too.
Thanks, pal.
Hey!
I'm home!
Hey, Bob. How you doing?
Come here, buddy. Come here. Yeah. Oh, yeah.
-Hey. -Hey. I heard you from downstairs.
-You did? -Yeah.
Yikes. Was I that loud?
No, you sounded great. Kind of sad, though. Everything okay?
Yeah. You know, work issues, but I'm fine.
-You're home early. -You say that like that's a bad thing.
No! No, no, no.
I just didn't expect you, that's all.
What happened to the other guy?
A mouse.
-A mouse did this? -Yeah.
There was a mouse, and, you know, Bob freaked...
-...and forget about it. -A mouse scared Bob?
Went crazy. You wouldn't believe it.
He chased him onto the answering machine...
...where the mouse just, like, taunted and taunted Bob.
So I ran and I got your stick, your hockey stick...
...and I just smashed it.
-You smashed a mouse? -Yeah.
No, like I would smash a mouse.
He got away, but I scared him good.
I don't think he'll be coming back.
-He carry my box down too? -That's very funny.
No, I did.
I was looking for another phone.
Which you found, in a closed box marked "personal stuff."
No offense, Derek, but you're not exactly Mr. Organized.
-You're a mess. -All right, all right.
Don't go criticizing homie. Homie just got home.
-Yo, I was defending your dog, yo. -Thank you.
Who gets very sad when you're away.
Very needy.
-Oh, yeah? -He missed you.
-He the only one? -No, Joyce missed you too.
So you wanna know why I'm home early?
I'm seeing Robbie Moore's parents tomorrow.
-That means you're close. -Bringing the contract.
-Wait, wait. Tomorrow's the playoffs. -Yeah.
-You're not gonna go? -No.
If I don't close this kid tomorrow, Terry's gonna sign him.
I can't miss the opportunity.
You know what? I'm doing this for both of us.
I'm sorry, Bob. All of us.
I felt like a lying sack of fertilizer.
Knowing what I knew and not knowing what I didn't...
...and knowing more than anything that I had to know more.
She called all the time, begging him, pleading, pathetic.
He played me the messages on the machine. They were hysterical.
She was desperate.
One angry chef, coming up.
I can't show her that.
I'd be purposely hurting a friend.
Knowledge is a terrible and a marvelous thing.
It just depends on your perspective.
Think of it this way.
If she knew who you really were, she'd hate you.
Can you blame her?
And, Stace?
She's not your friend.
Have fun at the game.
Hi, I'm sorry I'm late. I was in the middle of a crisis with Derek.
I'm helping him with something.
Doesn't he have someone else to help, like a girlfriend?
Probably a bunch. But....
We agreed not to discuss anyone we date, unless one of us was serious.
Then we have to, but he's not, and I'm not.
So why torture each other? You know, it's just too painful for both of us.
Sorry, that's my cell.
Hello? Hey, I was just talking about you.
Derek.
So, what happened?
You might think it odd that I didn't strangle her...
...as I watched her flirt and coo with my man.
But I didn't.
I was strangely drawn to their banter.
Curious about this part of his life...
...that I had been completely dumb to just a few days earlier.
They had a past.
-They had a present separate from me. -They scored. Listen.
Can you hear?
She didn't know he had a girlfriend, but she didn't want to.
Suddenly, I knew what I had to do.
Finally I asked him to go back to his old girlfriend.
She called all the time, begging him, pleading.
-She was desperate. -Joyce?
-How'd you know her name? -You mentioned it.
-You did. -She did.
I did?
Well, yes. Joyce.
He only went back to her out of pity.
Barb was right.
As soon as Joyce realized that he'd lied to her about Lulu...
...she'd never forgive him.
Which was, after all, what I'd wanted.
So why did I feel so bad?
-I shouldn't have shown you that. -No, I appreciate it, really.
It's just so bad, you know.
I probably did call him a few times when he was with her.
But I was upset. I wouldn't characterize it as being hysterical or pathetic.
But for her to know...
...that I called means that he told her.
Even if she didn't hear it, she knew, and that's just so bad.
Joyce, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
-He's in there. -Where?
Right there, with the orange sweater and the stupid haircut.
It is stupid.
Yeah.
We stood there...
...both of us sadly in love with the same man.
Both of us feeling let down by him.
Where are you going?
I'm going home. I'll see you tomorrow for the pre-interview. Good night, Barb.
Wait, Joyce?
Wait. Please. Wait.
-That tape, the Lulu-- -You know what, it's not about the tape.
It's just...
...talking to you and seeing Lulu. All that stuff brought up bad memories.
And who am I trying to kid, you know?
A clean break is easier. You can reset it...
...and it heals, and you move on.
But if you leave things messy or things don't get put right...
...then it just hurts.
Forever.
It's really time for me to move away from him.
From all this.
I don't even know who he is anymore.
I should have felt happier at that moment.
I had won.
But the cost was high and the victory hollow.
I had taken a good friend from someone I loved.
And nothing about that felt right.
I needed a reality check. I needed Mom.
But she was out. So I settled for Carly.
The line between right and wrong had blurred.
In my search for truth, I had become the lie.
Perhaps some secrets should remain secret.
Okay, you guys are not that bright. Can I have an amen?
Is everything okay?
It's great. Yeah.
-That makes one of us. -What's the matter?
I'm not feeling so, you know, good.
You can't go home. I mean, I need you.
Today's my show. I'm a nervous wreck. We're live.
Oh, my God. I totally forgot. Of course I'll be here.
Wouldn't miss it for the world.
You are so beautiful, like a real producer.
Hello. Headset.
And there was something I needed to tell you. What was it?
-Oh, right. We're live. -There she is.
-Yikes. -Showtime.
Great to see you.
-Welcome to Kippie Kann Live. -Watch this ladder.
I need a running order.
-Who's on first? -You.
-What? -It's for you.
-What is? -Everything.
Let's see who's at Kippie's door.
Just go with it.
Stacy, oh, come on out.
That's right, Stacy. Make yourself comfortable.
You look a little confused.
-Know the name of today's show? -"Plastic Surgery Nightmares"?
No. Actually it's called "Little Black Book."
Let's fill our audience in on some recent history.
Stacy's a new member of our staff who's been using resources here...
...to do her own personal research...
...on her boyfriend, Derek.
And three of his ex-girlfriends.
-Oh, no. -Oh, no.
Oh, yes.
She went through his little black electronic book...
-...found his ex-girlfriends... -I don't believe this.
...and interviewed them under the guise of being a guest on our show.
-That's my idea. -Wow, man, too bad.
-Barb's upstairs, if you wanna kill her. -And they will be.
But not for the reasons they thought.
Take, for example, supermodel Lulu Fritz.
Welcome to Kippie Kann Live.
You used us. You took my idea, and you set her up.
-How can you just stand there? -Camera two.
-You stole my idea. -It's poetry.
-You stole it. -I'll share credit. Ira...
...there's a bigger thing happening. Just watch. God, are you watching?
It was all superficial. Completely about sex.
I'd have to say no. That's not from my documentary.
That's right, Lulu. It's all a ruse.
A flower?
-A ruse, a joke. This woman... -How can you do this?
...Stacy Holt, a member of our staff, got you here under false pretenses.
-Her name's Barbara. -No, the woman producing is Barbara.
The woman beside you is the current girlfriend of the man you once dated.
-Stephen? -Derek.
Camera five. Doorbell.
Another woman scorned, and she doesn't even know it yet.
Come in, Dr. Keyes.
Welcome to Kippie Kann Live.
Drama, pathos, life unfolding.
-It's good. -It's Greek. Go to three, Phil.
-Camera three, go. -Dr. Keyes, you're a gynecologist.
This woman posed as a patient...
...to obtain personal information on her boyfriend, whom you once dated.
But I examined her.
-Well, that was all a setup. -Even the warts?
No, it was a joke. There were none, ever.
Ah, the apex. Joyce. She thinks she's doing a pre-interview for a cook-off.
That's what you told her, right, Stace?
Come in, Joyce.
Welcome to Kippie Kann Live.
Here comes the tough part. You can do it.
Welcome.
What's with the audience and all these--?
-Lulu. -Oh, that's right.
You two go way back. But what about you two?
-Barb? -No, actually, that's Stacy.
-Derek's current girlfriend. -What?
No cook-off today.
You lied to me? After everything I told you, you lied.
-Just like she did. -Are you referring to me?
-Shut up. -What did you say?
Ladies, please. Let's fill the audience in, shall we?
We sent our own Kippie Kann crew to the Kaleidoscope Kitchen...
...posing as a crew for 48 Hours.
-Then that was all a rose, too? -Ruse, yeah. Roll it.
-Why is she calling you Stacy, Barb? -Because that's her name.
No, actually, my name is Barb.
The other woman you met's name was Stacy.
-No, she was Barb. -No.
-What? -Stimulating as ever.
I'd say it's nice to see you, but then I'd be lying.
Enjoy your meal.
I got sick that night, and not on purpose.
Stay put for more surprises when "Little Black Book" continues.
Ladies, stay in your seat, okay. We're still live.
-I'm sorry-- -Don't-- Don't say another word.
You wanted me to hate him? Mission accomplished. I do.
But, as bad as he is, he is still too good for you.
-Lf you could have a seat-- -This is completely unacceptable.
I'll sue this entire show for defamation of character.
This is America, and you are welcome to sue anyone.
But that release you signed is ironclad.
I was told we'd be discussing sexually transmitted diseases.
Sexually transmitted diseases. That's an idea.
-Ninety seconds to air. -Ninety seconds.
-I love it live. -You stoop to conquer.
Yeah. I stoop. We all do.
I mean, look at where we work.
We march thousands of Stacys through here every year.
We uncover their secrets. We spare no feelings.
But suddenly you get a conscience because you know one personally.
-You're unethical. -You're a hypocrite.
-I'm a hypocrite? -This show is based on hypocrisy.
You wanna call me unethical? Okay.
But don't judge me and then worship Kippie for doing the same thing.
We're all swimming in the same cesspool.
We work in reality TV, Ira. This is reality.
Forty-five seconds to air, Phil.
-Ira. -Underneath your seats...
...there's a Kippie Kann Live hat for each one of you. Kippie's a giver.
-I gotta get to the control room. -Carl, you wanna handle this?
-Got it covered here. Thanks. -You're all in on this?
-Everyone knew? -There is no conspiracy here.
Just a good idea for sweeps.
-You can fight it. Seems pointless. -Lame. Really stupid.
Or you could become a part of something bigger.
Something completely different. Now, of course I cannot--
But trust me, gonna be big.
-Huge, it's giant. -I'm talking about a real show here.
Changing formats. Breaking the fourth wall, and the fifth.
Kamikaze television without restriction...
...without hesitation, without Kippie.
It's a pretty exciting time to be on the ground floor.
Thanks, Carl. But being that low doesn't interest me.
Don't fool yourself. What you did was lower than anything I've ever done.
By the way, if you leave now, I will sue you for fraud.
Oh, come on.
It's your 15 minutes. It's not so bad.
-It's my life. -It'll be over soon.
I meant the show.
Five, four, three, two....
Welcome back to Kippie Kann Live.
And "Little Black Book."
I think it's time to bring out the man of the hour. What do you say?
Are you ready for Derek?
Derek! Derek!
Roll scream, roll doorbell.
Derek, come on out.
What the--?
Derek thought he was coming to a surprise promotion party for Stacy.
You're in for it now!
Lulu? Rach-- Joyce.
What the hell's going on? What are you doing here?
-You can do it. -You wanna tell him, Stace, or shall I?
Yes.
I wanna tell him. I'll do it.
God.
What's going on?
-Tell him! -They're all here because of me.
They're all here because of me.
See, after I heard about you and Lulu...
-...I interviewed her. -You did what?
You know, look under the hood first, she's Lulu Fritz.
Thank you.
-We got around to the sex question-- -Wait a minute. You're not serious.
She said that you guys did it, like, two, three times a day.
It's funny. I mean, why would she lie like that?
-What are you doing? -Purging. You can go next.
Then I went to Rachel. I wanted to go straight to Joyce, but I couldn't.
Not right away, so I made up this story about warts...
...and went to Rachel, who I thought was a podiatrist...
...but it turns out, joke's on me.
You can shut the cameras off, because it's never gonna air.
We're live in 70 markets.
Hi, Mom.
Then Barb and I browsed through your Palm.
-Barb who? -Barbara Campbell-hyphen-Dunn.
Who sold me out for this show.
Just like Carl's selling Kippie out.
At least, isn't that what you told me?
Yes, yes, that's it. Turn the tables on us all. That's real. It's honest.
Phillip, get Carl.
Jay, give me a shot to Carl.
-What are you doing? -Regurgitating.
Something sexy just for you, Carl.
-Who's Carl? -Stage left, crooked toupee.
-Philip, on four. -Camera four, go.
Get that camera off of me. Phil?
-Can't do this to him. -You hold that shot. Split the screen.
Did you know that Carl comes in really close...
...so that America can see that tape you wear on your face right there?
Then he edits it out of the copy he gives you.
-Back to Carl now. -And those tabloid leaks.
Nice, really nice.
You're burying Carl.
I'm burying him, her, you, me.
We're all going down.
Go to commercial.
No commercial. I'm still running things. Stay with me, Phil.
Not you. You'll get promoted.
I'm out of here. I can't top this.
Anyway, Barb and I were playing with your Palm, and we stumbled...
...across a lovely montage of Joyce...
...and your folks on holiday.
Which is really odd, because you never bring girls home.
-I don't. -You brought her.
She's different.
Why?
-Yeah, why? -Tell us!
You know what? I'm not doing this.
-Why? -You wanna get out of my way?
Is she better for you?
I guess so.
Maybe I always knew it.
Maybe that's why I had to meet her...
...and when I did, I understood, because I liked her too.
I liked you so much. I want you to know that.
Not in a weird kind of way, but in a way that I thought...
...maybe in some alternate universe we could be friends.
Yesterday, you told me you were schmoozing up some new recruit...
...and you're schmoozing Joyce?
No, Joyce's brother.
Robbie Moore, the recruit, is Joyce's brother.
Joyce hooked us up because she's trying to help me out.
Then why wouldn't you have told me that straight up?
-I mean, why lie? -I never lied to you!
-"Omission is betrayal." -Yes.
Oh, okay. Now you're gonna tell me about betrayal?
What the hell do you call this?
I would never do this to you, ever.
No?
Then answer me this.
If we shared our lives together...
...why didn't we share our lives?
You shouldn't have to tell me everything, Derek.
But why wouldn't you want to?
Unless there's somebody else you're waiting for.
Someone who isn't afraid to say, "The past isn't past, Derek."
Or, "I really wanna meet your folks."
Or, "I really, really hate hockey."
-You do? -Oh, to the bottom of the ninth.
-That's baseball. -You see that?
I was just too afraid to be honest with you, with myself, because....
If I was really honest...
...gut-wrenching honest...
...then I'd have to admit...
...that we weren't right the way you guys are.
Were we?
There's your show, Kippie.
"My Boyfriend Belongs With His Ex...
...and I Just Figured It Out."
Sue me, Carl.
Listen.
I'm fully aware that you may never speak to me again.
And I understand. I do.
But before you leave, I want you to know that this whole idea...
...wasn't planned out. It wasn't premeditated.
It presented itself, and then I guided it into this...
...event. Now, granted, it was dramatic. It was extreme...
...but you dove head-on into the muck and came out...
...with this masterpiece.
And I hope one day you can understand...
...that you got what you wanted, Stace:
Your life back.
I should tear your eyes out right now.
But how will you ever be able to look at yourself in the morning?
Looks like we have an audience.
Stay put. Kippie Kann Live and "Little Black Book"...
...will be back after these words.
Move it, will you?
The question: How does a girl who jumps into a rabbit hole...
...plummeting into chaos, come out unchanged?
The answer:
She doesn't.
No, it can't be closed now.
Stacy?
Stacy Holt. It's Bean.
-King. Bean King from college. -Bean.
Bean, what are you doing here?
Inventory. We just finished.
Bean There's yours? The coffee place?
I come here all the time. Of course it's yours.
Wow, this all makes sense in some cosmic way.
I get it. I get it.
This must sound crazy to you.
It's just--
I have spent a lifetime preparing for a lifetime.
And I was beginning to think it all went wrong somehow.
But maybe you're the reason, Bean.
-For? -Everything.
Maybe you're the plan I was supposed to hang on to.
Bean?
The 8:00 was sold out. Should I try the 10:20?
Yeah, sure, honey. I'll be right there.
That's my wife, Colleen.
You should come meet her.
Love to, but I just gotta go jump in the river now.
Hey, come on, now.
Every plan I had for my life went so unbelievably wrong.
John Lennon said, "Life happens when you're busy making other plans."
-Then he got shot. -Right.
You just gotta live. Stop planning your moves.
Let them happen. I mean, you might be surprised.
Do you believe in happy endings, Bean?
Yeah, I think so.
How about you?
I do.
Isn't that funny?
I still do with all my heart.
Even when the girl doesn't get the guy in the end.
Or, in my case, both guys.
-That's amazing. Congratulations. -Thanks.
You go find your happy ending, Stacy Holt.
And thanks for the continuing patronage.
By fall, I was ready to try again.
A little bruised. A little humbled.
And, hopefully, a little smarter.
I believe we write our own stories.
And each time we think we know the end...
...we don't.
Perhaps luck exists somewhere between...
...the world of planning, the world of chance...
...and in the peace that comes from knowing...
...that you just can't know it all.
You know, life's funny that way.
Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up...
...right where you belong.
Wow, that is such an amazing story.
I mean, you went through all of that, and here you are.
I can do this job, Jane.
I've been preparing my whole life.
It's too bad Diane's gone.
She is?
On assignment. She'll be back next week.
But before she left...
...she told me, "If you find someone great for this job...
...I mean, perfect...
...don't let them go."
Welcome aboard, Stacy.
You mean...
-...I got the job? -You got the job.
Congratulations.
Stay here. I'll go check Diane's calendar.
Thank you.
-Hello, Mama? I got the job. -You got the job?
-You got the job! She got the job! -I got the job! I got the job!
-She got the job! -It's amazing, amazing, amazing.
-I knew it. -What could be better than this?
Mama, what could be better?
Are you Jane?
I'm Carly Simon. I'm here for the pre-tape.
Jane, Jane, Jane.
-Are you okay? Are you okay? -Hello? Stacy?
Honey? Honey, are you there?
Hello? Hi, I've just come into the studio, and I think your friend fainted.
She fainted? Oh, my God. Who is this?
My name is Carly Simon. I'm just here to meet with Jane.
Oh, I think she's coming around again, so I'll give her the phone.
Hello? Mama?
Gone. Are you really Carly Simon?
-Yeah, I just-- -I can't believe this.
-You just really made my life. -Are you Jane?
-My name is Stacy Holt. -Stacy.
I just got a job here. Please don't tell Diane that I fainted.
-You really are Carly Simon. -You're okay?
This is the most-- Yes, thank you. I'm so mortified.
I hug people when I'm embarrassed.
So do I. I do exactly the same thing.
I think this is just about the greatest day of my life.
So thank you. Thank you so much.
I love you