Idiotka (2025) Movie Script
1
[Rumbling and bright music]
[Sparking]
[Rumbling and heart beating]
[Morse code beeps]
[Buzzing,
switch off sound]
Elegant music playing
Bright synth tone
Ethereal music playing
Woman: Dee dee ooh eeh
Dee dee ooh eeh
Dee dee ooh eeh
Dee dee ooh eeh
Dee dee ooh eeh
Dee dee ooh eeh
[Cloth unfurling]
[Slap]
You're doing it for the girls
and the gays, Margarita.
The girls and the gays.
[Cell phone chimes]
I'm Margarita,
and I am humbled to be taping
for your unscripted
fashion competition series.
Man rapping in Russian
My hometown is
West Hollywood, California,
not the fancy part,
the Russian part.
I--I--I would describe
my aesthetic as
Old World trash and treasure.
She's milking a cow at 5:00,
but she needs to be
at the ballet at 5:10.
Loves a bargain bin.
Man rapping in Russian
What's your toughest obstacle?
Um...
Heavy percussion playing
[Chime]
Man rapping in Russian
I live with my grandmother
and my dad and my brother,
and we are 5 months
behind on rent.
Oh, as for education,
my grandma was
the most badass sewing teacher
you could possibly imagine.
I mean, this, for example,
is reversible.
[Gita speaking Russian]
Again, I forgot password.
[Speaking Russian]
Huh? Hmm?
Woman singing in Russian
Margarita: My toughest
obstacle is
getting out of my own way.
Woman: Dee dee ooh eeh
Margarita: I love fashion
because it is a chance
to be someone new...
[Bells jingle]
every day.
Gita: Mmm. I'm old.
Margarita: You're fabulous.
[Chime]
Woman singing in Russian
[Margarita speaking Russian]
Anton.
Russian pop music playing on
stereo
Margarita: That's nice.
-Mm-hmm.
-Bargains.
You can speak English.
Another.
-Empty your pockets.
-What?
Huh? Why?
We have camera.
-No, you don't.
-Antoshka is camera.
Careful. It's eighties YSL.
[Woman muttering]
Ahh.
Shame on you.
Just like your father.
Antoshka! [Speaking Russian]
Antoshka: Hey, hey!
Margarita: I'm going,
I'm going, I'm going.
Freak!
Man singing in Russian
Woman, on phone: The customer
sent the items
to a trusted third-party
authenticator, Miss Levlansky.
Margarita: Ma'am,
I am a designer myself.
You think I don't know real
Mugler from counterfeit?
Woman: I'm sure you do,
but we have
a zero-tolerance policy
against counterfeit
merchandise.
-There's nothing I can do.
-Ma'am, need I remind you
that I am one of your
site's top merchants?
Woman: [Sighs] We are
going to have to suspend
your account indefinitely.
Suspended indefinitely?
No warning? Nothing?
Woman: I see here that this is
the third incident.
Margarita: OK. I'm gonna need
to talk to one
of your supervisors.
[Incoming call alert beeps]
Woman: I don't make the rules.
We're just going to have
to s--
Margarita: One second.
This--this must be
my PR team calling.
Woman: Miss Levlansky.
Margarita: I don't qualify
for your offer!
Different woman: Is this--
Margarita:
My credit score is 430.
Stop calling me!
Impressive. Didn't know
it even went that low.
Sorry. Who is this?
This is Nicol Alejandra Garcia
from the unscripted
fashion competition show.
Oh. I got your
automatic rejection.
Do you always take no
for an answer?
Bouncy synthesizer music
playing
Mark Cuban, on TV:
I like your specs.
I'm more concerned--
if--if--if you have
personality changes
with your bank account--
[Turns off TV]
Piano playing
romantic music
Nerses, can we--can we
be present, please?
Nerses: Ay!
Samuel: Present please,
and come, Mamachka, present.
Thank you very much.
Mindfulness doesn't
put kasha on the table.
Oh, no, you put kasha
on the table.
Gita: Margucya is more
like me.
She's a shark!
[Nerses and Samuel speak
in Russian]
Gita: I have
solution for our problem.
We need to
get Bill Gates' address.
Margarita: Bill Gates?
Nerses: Bill Gates?
Gita: Yeah. We come there.
I distract the guards,
and you run straight to his
office past security, OK?
You get to his office,
knock on the door,
present him
with your business plan,
and the numbers will wow him.
He will see you
worth the big bucks.
Margarita: Water's off again.
Gita: When will it end?
What we are going to do?
Margarita: Shh, shh, shh.
Nerses: I don't know.
I've been working
so many doubles.
Margarita: Hey.
Gita: What?
What would you think, um,
about me going
on a reality TV show?
Samuel: What reality?
"Keeping with Kardashians"?
Gita: Are you going to
meet a Bachelor there?
Nerses: I'm surprised you know
what that is, Pop.
Prison, dude.
Margarita:
Here. I'll show you.
Oliver, on phone: Must I fly
to New York to experience
the cutting edge?
Not anymore.
We're scouting
every enclave in this city
for untapped design talent,
celebrating the textured,
working-class tapestry
that just weaves
our culture together,
providing access to a panel
of industry insiders
that has the connects to
transform
pipe dreams into reality.
Oh, and did I mention there's
a $100,000 on the line?
Gita: Ah! Oh!
Oliver: Do you have
what it takes
to slay, serve, and survive?
Samuel: Underprivileged, hm?
Wonderful. Great.
So good.
Nerses: Yeah.
Margarita: Well, women are
a protected group apparently.
Samuel: Yeah. Apparently.
Apparently.
Well, if you have
any better ideas,
I'm all ears.
Gita: Ay.
[Liquid slurping
through straw]
[Papers turning]
[Slurping continues]
So, what's your story, love?
Margarita: My influences are
Yohji Yamamoto,
Miuccia Prada, and of course--
Oliver: Oh, my God!
A disgusting bug.
Oh, my God! Do you see that?
It's right there!
And it's crawling! Squash it!
Ohh!
Nicol: So you're from L.A.
Whereabouts exactly?
Oh. West Hollywood,
Fairfax Districtish.
Oliver: That's so funny.
I live right above Chateau.
Nicol: And you live with your
grandmother, right?
What's that like?
Uh, yeah. Sorry that--that
tape was a bit unhinged.
Nicol: Oh, we love unhinged.
Would you say that your
mental health is something
that you struggle with?
Margarita: Not that
I'm aware of.
-No depression, anxiety, OCD?
-Yeah.
No.
Uh, it is a bit
of a fraught time
at home right now.
-Really?
-Wow.
Well, let's double-click
on that.
What's going on?
My dad is adjusting to
life post-prison.
-J'adore!
-What?
Oliver: OK. What did he do?
Margarita: Nothing bad.
Um, just, like,
white-collar stuff.
Nicol: Like money laundering?
Margarita: Um, I would love to
point you back to my lookbook.
Um, there's this--
We know you're talented, OK?
We've seen your lookbook,
we've read your resume,
but we're not really doing one
of those
cut-and-dry design shows.
We're looking
for contestants who want to
pull back the curtain
on their life.
Margarita, softly: Yeah.
Nicol: Are you willing
to take us there?
Yes.
It would be an honor
and a privilege to be part
of the disruptive work
that you're doing.
Oliver: Mmm.
OK. Thank you so
much for coming.
We'll--uh, we'll call you.
[Camera shutter clicks]
Oliver: Mmm. Who's next?
Get them in!
Margarita: Let's just sell
the wedding silver.
Gita: No way. We are
not selling family silver.
It's a bad omen.
Margarita: OK.
Gita: I met this guy.
He works for Amazon.
I bet he knows Bezos.
-Did he call?
-Nope.
Vlad: This is the place.
So it's pretty--
Cassandra: Nice.
I can't die until I know
you are comfy, in love,
everything is going your way.
Stop it! You are not dying.
[Samuel speaking Russian]
Cassandra, they're trying to
make me out as a bad guy.
I'm a bad guy.
Gita: But Gypsy told me
80 would be my last year,
and look.
My birthday is coming up
in 33 days.
[Shouting in other room]
Vlad: For 6 months,
I sent polite notices.
I held up the remodeling.
-You call it polite notices?
-I kept the lawyers out of it.
Samuel: Polite notices?
Gita: Polite? Yeah?
To shut off water
it's polite, yes?
I give your grandson work.
Samuel: No, he works for free.
Gita: Yes.
Vlad: No,
you work for free.
Samuel: Oh, I work for free.
Vlad: In prison.
Galina Maesevena,
this comes down
to simple economics.
This apartment,
the restaurant,
even us--we--
we're all real estate.
Your mama's real estate.
Don't talk about my mamachka!
Don't talk about her!
Gita: Get out! Get out!
[Shouting in Russian]
You are West Hollywood losers!
[Cell phone crimes]
Gita: Your mamachka's
real estate.
Vlad: Don't talk about
my mamachka!
Don't talk about her!
Gita: Get out! Get out!
Vlad: You are West Hollywood
losers!
Nicol: Someone
came to work today.
Energetic electronic music
playing
It needs to feel exclusive.
Nerses: The influencers boutta
be lining up, Vlad.
Vlad: Wise guy, huh?
You'll need their tips
more than ever.
Margarita: Hey, Nerses!
Nerses: Whoa!
Margarita: Hey!
I've got news!
Nerses: Hey!
Am I looking
at the next Vivienne?
I start tomorrow.
Aah! Ha. Uh, OK.
Wait here. OK.
Man: Work
Marie Davidson: Work it
Work, work to be a winner
Winners work it good
Sweat
Sweat to be a winner
[Doorbell rings]
Margarita: Hi.
Hi.
Nicol: Hi.
Margarita: We're just gonna
be right up--up there.
[Power tools whirring,
hammers banging]
-Isn't that your place?
-Um, yeah.
My dad's probation officer
is just in there,
so we're gonna go up here.
Nicol: Fuck.
We could have shot that.
Oh, yum.
Did your grandma bake these?
Margarita: Oh, she makes
a mean Napoleon,
but, um, this one's
from the store
that my brother works at.
Nicol: Your dad, brother,
grandma all downstairs.
-Mm-hmm.
-I'm sorry. Hang on.
This construction
site's active?
Margarita: Could be worse.
We could be getting
raped and pillaged.
Nicol: Ahh.
This is great material.
Margarita: Well, it's my life.
Nicol: Oh, speaking
of your life,
now I just need you
and your family to sign
these release forms.
Clears us to use
your likeness,
appearance, et cetera.
Margarita:
Um, but sorry. My family?
Nicol:
Yeah, it's just protocol,
so we can get more
of that self-capture stuff,
which was gold, by the way.
Shall we dive right in then?
Why don't you tell us
about a defining moment
in your life?
Try telling the camera.
I'll demonstrate.
A defining moment
in my life...
was the day my parents died
in a freak car crash.
I had just turned 18
and moved to L.A.,
and 3 weeks
into me being here...
Somber music playing
[Wind chimes ringing]
they were gone.
I was alone in this world,
but I wasn't about to
go hungry,
so I spent the next decade
working as a bottle girl,
a nanny to Hilary Duff's
publicist's kids,
and a reservationist,
and every night
when I got home,
exhausted, wondering
what I'm doing with my life,
all I wanted to do
was watch reality TV.
I started getting so invested
in these people's lives
in their struggles,
and it made me feel less alone
in my struggle, less ashamed.
Like, if they could push
through and find their way,
then maybe I could, too.
[Exhales]
[Birds chirping]
Is that all true?
See how you're rooting
for me now?
Percussive, upbeat music
playing
Samuel: Margarit.
I cut these. Really good.
[Sewing machine chattering]
[Loud thump]
Margarita: This machine needs
Hospice.
Gita: Margucya,
make sure...
Very important.
Margarita: Mm-hmm.
Samuel: Did you tell them
about all
the crazy scholarships
you got?
Margarita: I tried.
They were more interested
in our struggle.
[Sewing machine chatters]
[Speaks Russian]
Unh!
Mid-tempo electronic music
playing
[Indistinct chatter]
Nicol: Yes.
Get her self-mutilation.
Fire.
Perfect. Great.
Let's move in closer.
-Hey, Margarita.
-Hi.
Nicol: How you feeling?
Margarita: Good.
Nicol: Yeah?
Thoughts on your
competition so far?
They seem nice.
What do you think
about Malcolm?
Margarita: He has kind eyes.
Nicol: Kind eyes?
No. His aesthetic.
Margarita:
Oh. Bauhaus core.
Accurate.
What about Amalie?
Margarita: Coquette core.
Nicol: Savage.
Jung-Soo?
Margarita: Indie sleaze.
Clearly.
And Nikki?
Margarita: Dominatrix core.
Nicol: Perfect. OK. Great.
Margarita, pee, snack.
In 15 minutes, we're
gonna roll on challenge one.
Sassy music sting plays
[Whoosh]
Designers,
without further ado,
let's get into your first
challenge, shall we?
Dramatic music playing
Who are Yuzu?
Our friends at YUZUCO have
generously provided us
with as much fabric dye
naturally derived
from the world's hottest
citrus
that we could possibly
dream of.
Jung-Soo: Ooh.
Dramatic music continues
Oliver: In an effort to lower
our carbon footprint,
we've taken the liberty
of dyeing
some thrifted garments
for you.
Each of you will have
5 hours to create
an upcycled eveningwear piece
that not only turns heads
on the dance floor,
it must slay,
but it also represents
your unique cultural tapestry
down to the concept and cut.
Each of your pieces
will be shown
to a major celebrity client.
Jung-Soo: Oh!
Amalie: Ha! Oh, my gosh!
OK.
Oliver: "Yuz" your time
wisely, chickens!
Go!
Amalie: Go, go, go, go!
Malcolm: Watch out, watch out!
Nikki: I need this!
Singer:
Oh, I'm a dying breed
[Timer beeps]
Rare, yeah
I'm a dying breed
Yeah, legend
I'm a dying breed
Let them hear it
Margarita: That's not
a finished concept.
Yes. No, this is not finished.
Singer:
Oh, but I enjoy the thrill
Malcolm: Fuck!
Singer:
I was built different
Yeah, you know the drill
You know the drill,
you know the drill
Oliver: You have 20 minutes.
Singer: Yeah, go
Yo, you gonna whip
the cobra
Blow it up like
a supernova
Buckle up,
this here the closer
Huddle up,
let's get controlling
We gotta come
through the door
Ain't nobody
see this coming
We came here to
shift the party
Sorry, hey
Nikki: I am seeing the vision.
Oliver: I'm glad you're
seeing it.
Singer: Head to the light,
rejoice
Me and my brother gave
our lives to this family
We chosen
We're a dying breed
We're chosen, chosen
Dying breed
Oliver: Needles down,
designers.
Time's up!
[Timer dings]
Give me your pieces.
In case you've been
living under a rock,
our judges will now
introduce themselves.
Hip-hop playing
Rapper: Yeah, we coming
Yeah
I'm Jonathan.
I've sold 4 companies
and currently consult
for Fenty and Skims,
to name a few.
Rapper Yeah, I'm the one,
Yeah, I'm the one
I'm Emma Wexler,
fashion vlogger
and fashion history nerd,
and I just entered
the coaching space.
Rapper: Unh, yeah
And I'm Candy.
I styled some of Beyonc's
most iconic looks--
tours, videos, red carpets,
you name it, I did it.
Google the rest.
Rapper: And when I win,
they're gonna lose
Yeah, we coming
Oliver: And with that,
let's see the designs.
Energetic trap music
playing
Candy: I like it.
It's like sexy and kitty.
Thank you.
Music continues
Emma: I would totally wear
this if I was trying
to conceal a pregnancy.
Oliver: Well, that's
always a positive.
Emma: Mm-hmm.
Music continues
Jonathan: It's definitely
a take on the material.
Thank you. Thank you.
Music continues
Jonathan: If you're gonna send
something down the runway,
it needs to be finished.
Emma: I'm just wondering
why are you wearing
the better outfit?
Nikki: Oh, bite me.
Candy: I mean,
the attitude was already
a no-no for me.
-She gotta go, go.
-Ooh.
Music continues
Woman vocalizing
Margarita: So sorry. OK.
Hi.
We actually, um, met once.
Candy: I don't get it.
Jonathan: I didn't like it.
So one of my grandpas
was from Chernivtsi,
a city in Ukraine,
though we're mostly Jews,
who weren't considered
real Russians or Ukrainians,
but anyway, I digress.
As soon as I saw
the yellow fabric,
I knew that I wanted
to stand in solidarity.
Oh, yes, girl.
that war was a disaster.
Kind of like this piece.
Jonathan: Overtly woke art is
a no for me.
Emma: I mean, the proportions
are interesting,
but I do worry about
the sustainability factor
with your plastic bags.
Exactly. Being a political
refugee isn't sustainable.
You have to carry
your life on your back.
Jonathan: Too much
Candy: Too literal.
Emma: And can we talk about
your anxiety for a second?
I heard you had, like,
a breakout
or a rash or something.
Anxiety? What anxiety?
It's just eczema.
[Jonathan gags]
Emma: Listen. You have to
learn to manage
your triggers and not
sacrifice your well-being
for your ambition.
Candy: I think we heard
everything
we needed to hear today.
Emma: I think so, too.
Thank you, Margarita.
You can go.
Candy: Thank you babe.
Margarita: Thank you.
Jonathan: Yeah, you can leave.
Margarita: You did great.
Mysterious music playing
Jonathan: People with no taste
really scare me.
I can't believe
she would call that fashion.
Oliver: Uh-huh.
Jonathan: I've seen homeless
people dress better.
Like, actually, I was
driving through downtown
and some people
were really serving.
Emma: Hmm.
Jonathan: Yeah.
Woman: Margarita, Lloyd needs
to mic you up now.
Swelling cymbal crash
Emma: Nikki, Margarita,
please step forward.
Unfortunately, your outfits
were just not our faves.
Candy: Nikki, we love learning
about sex work
through fashion,
but respect is everything.
Oliver: Mm-hmm.
Jonathan: And, Margarita,
on a conceptual level,
your work felt very amateur.
Don't try to address
the whole of Mother Russia,
but instead address
your mother.
Remember,
the personal is political.
Emma:
You may step back in line.
Oliver: One of you
will be going home,
but there's only one
multi-hyphenate
that holds the veto power--
model, musician,
and fashion icon Veronique!
Dramatic music playing
[Cheering]
Amalie: Oh, wow!
She's my entire mood board.
Veronique: Hi, babe.
Oliver: Hey, honey.
-How are you?
-I'm great.
I'm thrilled to be here. Hi.
Let's take a look, shall we?
Intense rhythmic music
playing
Hmm.
Hmm.
I love this one.
This one's very me.
The shorts are hot.
Music intensifies
Candy: You're fine today,
Margarita.
Jonathan: Hmm.
Emma: OK.
Margarita: Thank you so much.
I'm getting emotional.
Congratulations, Margarita.
You are still in the running.
Oh, my God!
Emma: Nikki. You may pack
your kit and go.
Nikki: Y'all are fake news!
[Cell phone chimes]
Dance music playing,
Woman singing in Russian
Margarita: Uh, uh, uh.
Music playing faintly
-Ohh!
-Ha ha ha!
[Margarita gasping]
Jesus.
First day went well?
-Yeah.
-OK.
What are you doing up?
What, you're fully
nocturnal now?
Without the alcohol
to help me sleep,
my dreams are very much, uh,
"Shawshank" no redemption.
Um, Papa, what would
you think about doing
an interview for the show
about your sartorial choices?
I would just need
an autograph.
Not sure you noticed.
I'm not much of a fashionista.
Well, you could talk about
what you love so much
about your prison sweatsuit.
Samuel: Margarita,
I don't want anything
to do with this stuff, OK?
[Softly] Yeah.
Samuel: Better if--if they
never find out
that you have a criminal
for a father.
Oh, my goodness.
-What time is it?
-It's only 6:00.
Here, Galinka, iodine
and honey.
Gita: OK. OK.
How you are going to meet
nice man at this contest
when you look like
you've been attacked
by the wolves?
I wear gloves. Duh.
And how he is going to
see your beautiful figure?
We're designing, not fucking.
[Nerses chuckling]
Gita: Why not both?
Listen, I got for you
some nice undies, OK?
-What?
-Just in case.
My mom would always say,
"Wear nice undies
when you go out."
You never know
where you will end up.
Lay off her. Like...
Gita: Listen, don't play
games with me.
By the way,
I'm watching you. OK?
Why are you wearing
this earring?
Are you a gay?
Be honest. Tell me, huh?
-A gay?
-Yeah.
Gita: I'm so tired.
And my glands, oh.
Gita: Going to work? OK.
Bring me some passionfruit.
-Oh, oh, oh, Nersick.
-Uh-huh?
Have you asked that producer
to listen to your stuff yet?
And scare off
our one customer?
No, thank you. No. OK.
All right. Cool, then,
I guess.
We'll do, like, um, lunch
or something.
Want to take him out,
introduce him to some people.
Like, let's just get
this thing over the edge,
you know what I mean?
I'm like, I'm sick
of fucking waiting.
Either that or we move on.
Um, sure.
Yeah. Um, all right. Cool.
I'm eating now.
I'm gonna hit you in a bit.
Dance music,
indistinct vocals
Jung-Soo: Thanks, man.
Nicol: Hey, were you
gonna send me anything
aside from that footage of you
dancing last night?
Working on it.
Cool. Yeah, 'cause Amalie's
running circles around you
in that department.
I don't want you to
get lost in the edit.
Mm-hmm.
You have some
brown goo on your face.
Home remedies.
Niche.
Look, I probably
shouldn't be telling you this,
but I spoke to the judges last
night, and they're finding you
a bit difficult
to connect with.
It's not a huge deal,
but I would say
try being a bit more relatable
today.
-OK.
-Great.
Techno music
All right. Relatable.
In life, you get one chance
to make an impression.
High energy dance music
I stand
with Planned Parenthood.
If the last challenge was
about slaying for pleasure,
today's challenge is about
serving...your community.
You will each get 3 hours
to design a t-shirt
that promotes a nonprofit
of your choosing.
Your creative directional
skills
will then be put to the test
as you'll also shoot a photo
campaign for your shirts.
Since there's an even number
of you now,
I figured, why not?
You'll be doing
this challenge in pairs.
[Amalie squeals]
Yes.
Go.
Amalie: Let's go.
OK.
Ladies first.
Margarita: Ew.
Relatable.
Jung-Soo: Hey, don't stress.
I got this.
Peep my first collection.
Margarita:
Oh, that's a beautiful site.
Mm-hmm. Oh, come on.
I don't bite.
Your breath just reminds
me of my childhood.
Oh, you're a child
of alcoholics, too.
They even named you
after a cocktail.
After a Russian
literary heroine, actually,
but, yes, my dad is sober.
Thank god.
Yo, we gotta do a riff
on those nineties DARE
t-shirts.
No, no, no.
That graphic is overdone.
No, no, no. It's brilliant.
It's brilliant.
Pop music,
indistinct vocals
Margarita: Sorry. I just think
these proportions
are going to register
as basic.
No, it won't be basic...
Gita: Margucya!
Oliver: Wait.
What's going on? Sorry.
Margucya! Margucya!
Man: Hey! Hey!
Nicol: Ma'am...
Margarita: What?
Nicol: Ma'am, we're mid-shoot.
Margarita: What are you
doing here?
Gita: OK, you know what?
Margarita: I am so sorry.
Our landlord
shut off our water, OK?
And now I'm completely
in pieces and I'm scared. OK?
What are you doing?
Let--Roll, boy. Roll.
Let me tell them
what's happening.
Was that scripted?
Gita: Where are you taking me?
Let them see how we struggle.
Nicol: Fucking amazing.
OK. How did you even find
this place?
You know there is
a Find Friends,
and Regina gave me a ride. OK?
OK.
By the way, I see that
they don't feed you here.
I brought you some fish.
That was completely
inappropriate, Galinka.
That guy you were
talking to is very sexy.
Christian father
and Jewish mother.
It's mwah, the best cocktail.
And they have the most
intelligent children.
Trust your grandma.
I'm sure.
I do need you to leave.
I was just trying to help you.
You would help me if you
would just let me focus
on designing.
Gita: What they need.
it's not just the talent, OK?
They need a spectacle.
Wait.
What?
Anybody in here got a cut
Probably already dropped
Let me know, throw it up
All my dawgs in here
No dawgs not showing
no love
'Cause we gonna throw
it up
They hate and they wait
and they say
Now I'm doing too much
No, you just gotta know
Throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up
Emma: OK. This senior citizen
is everything.
The shirt, though, it just,
like, feels kind of uncool.
Candy: Facts.
Jonathan: I disagree.
I fuck with the nostalgia.
Emma: Hmm.
Jonathan: Although I do wonder
if the message is
universal enough, though.
But you said
you wanted personal.
My grandmother's dad literally
drank himself to death,
but--but--I'm sorry.
So you want universal?
Yeah. Thank you. Thank you.
Um, I actually conceived
of the graphic by fusing
Korean iconography
and Americana.
I am seeing a lot of
Jung-Soo's designs here.
Margarita, girl, you are
floundering.
Emma: Right? I literally just
raised this question
in last week's podcast:
"Is Creativity Dead?"
Easy for you to say.
Sorry. What?
Well, I mean, you can just
smack your name
onto any collection and it
sells out in seconds, right?
And--and that's my fault?
-Come on.
-No. I'm not gonna--
Is she serious?
Amalie: No one wants to
say anything?
No? Nobody?
Jonathan: What is this?
Amalie: No one wants
to say anything?
All right, fuck it.
You know what?
I'm sorry, but that
hoodie that she's wearing--
her little private label
is a direct dupe
off of an emerging
new brand out in Bushwick.
-Bushwick?
-Bushwick, bitch.
Why? You got a problem
with New York now,
Miss flaunting New York
on your hoodie,
but you can't wear
some Bushwick shit?
New York hoodies are
a basic human right,
you fucking psychopath!
Amalie: Psychopath?
You want to see psychopath?
That triggered her...
I can show you psychopath.
I don't even think she
knows where Bushwick is.
I wanted compelling
contestants,
not rabid Marie Antoinette.
She was the most compelling
contestant on the show.
If Emma wants her gone,
she is gone.
Jung-Soo:
Dope. We're chilling.
Margarita: Amalie's been
reading way too much
Diet Prada.
Jung-Soo: Nah, she knows
what she's doing.
She's gonna get
so many followers
after that episode drops.
Yeah.
You sound like my grandmother.
You're mad cute
when you're all earnest
and riled up, though.
Yeah. Thanks for taking credit
for the only aspect of the
shirt that the judges liked.
Makes me want to fool
around with you
in a public park.
Trance EDM
Nicol: I don't think there's
any reason in talking
about this
until you address my notes
on Clive's B-plot, OK?
Thank you.
Who's Clive?
Uh, nobody.
We have code names
for you all.
Ooh.
Nicol: Did you need something?
I'm in crisis mode.
I just wanted to assure you
that I am going to be
a better pupil from now on.
Yeah, we lost
a good one today, huh?
Amalie would've made me
a sex tape
if I'd asked her to.
I am ready and willing.
Do you smoke?
I found your dad's
trial online.
[Coughs]
8 years for Medicare fraud?
That must have been tough
on you...
having to take care of
everyone while he was gone.
He was a great doctor.
He just got
taken advantage of.
I'd love it if we could hear
more about his incarceration
and how that impacted you.
He's just so sensitive
about those years.
I bet you he wants
to talk about it.
You would be surprised
how people open up
when there's a camera
in their face.
Nerses playing guitar
Nerses singing
indistinctly
What's up Papa?
What?
What's up?
What's up?
Just reviewing
another rejection
by the medical board.
Sorry.
Since when do you care?
I care.
OK.
At least in prison,
I could help other inmates
manage their pain.
And now...
[Exhales]
Um...
have you heard back from Oleg
about working at the clinic?
Left him 3 messages. Nothing.
I don't think he wants
to see me anymore.
But maybe if we dressed you
for success.
Come.
Trust.
Samuel: Ready?
Margarita: Uh-uh.
Russian rock music
[Margarita speaking
indistinctly]
Man singing in Russian
Margarita: Oh, go, go, go.
[Margarita chuckles]
[Margarita screams,
then chuckles]
OK, OK, back.
Whistling
Depop...
come out.
We have a winner.
I can't believe I can
still fit in this stuff.
Margarita:
Introducing Papa 2.0.
Nerses: Hey! Wow.
Gita: Wow! Ooh.
Look at you.
Thank God you have
my good looks.
Nerses:
Dynamic duo. You two.
Samuel: Uh...
Sheriff: Hello?
Is one of you Gita Levlansky?
Gita: Who is asking?
Sheriff: You've been served,
ma'am.
Samuel: Eviction.
Eviction.
[Conversation in Russian]
Samuel: Nitroglycerin...
Gita: Nyet...
[Conversation continues in
Russian]
Eerie music
Driving synth music
Listen, Nersick.
When do you
head to work today?
Not for a few hours. Why?
What's up?
We're going to need a lawyer,
cash flow.
So, would you ever be
willing to start
your own Depop page?
Are you sure, Margucya?
Yeah. Yeah.
Just...
OK.
All you do...
is you sew on the labels, OK,
and then you
email the customer.
Yeah. No. I've seen you do it
a hundred times.
This stuff is special enough
to pass as real designer.
Nerses: Right. OK.
OK. just hashtag
Hailey Bieber,
hashtag Bella Hadid,
and then--
Yes. OK. I got this. Just go.
Focus. I got it.
We slayed, we served.
And today we survive...
in the Ring Light & Shadow
Challenge,
sponsored by Fab Lighting,
which, like any great
wardrobe staple, makes you
look radiant even on
your darkest days.
Designers, in this challenge,
you'll be wearing
your shadows,
and it'll bring two of you
one step closer to
the $100,000 cash prize.
You have 8 hours.
[Whispers]
Go.
Nicol: Margarita, I'm sensing
a lot of tension.
Do you want to tell us
what's going on at home?
Just this morning,
my family was
legally ordered to vacate
our home within 5 days.
And the helplessness
and disenfranchisement
brings me back to when my dad
was first arrested.
I'm here advocating
on his behalf.
Was that good?
Nicol: Yeah, that was great.
Can you do it one more time
but this time,
more victimized?
Just this morning,
my family was legally
ordered...
[Hammering nearby]
Suspenseful synth music
Instrumental music
with hip-hop-style beats
Emma: Very strong.
I feel like she's really
coming into herself,
owning her power.
Love to see that.
Emma: She's learning.
Jonathan:
She's listening to us.
Candy: Mm-hmm.
Emma: Honestly, I would grid
this look in a heartbeat.
Candy: The orange
and the blue, it's hard.
Jonathan:
It does look very elevated.
Can you tell us a little bit
about the shadow work?
Yeah.
So my dad went to prison
when I was a teenager,
and I couldn't help
but notice that the uniforms
were designed
to strip these men
of any individuality.
They were drab and too thin.
My dad was practically
shivering
whenever I visited him.
I guess this glamorous,
one-of-a-kind approach
is my response to that.
My brother did time,
and when he got out,
all he really wanted was
a second chance,
so I completely understand
where you're coming from.
Jonathan: I rallied around
criminal justice
a few years ago,
but you're so right.
It hasn't been fixed yet.
Candy: You know what?
I'm gonna give
this girl a hug.
I don't normally do this, but
you touched my heart, baby.
Ambient synth music
[Leaf bushel rustling]
I will bring it back
as soon as--as I--as I can.
It will be--I can, uh...
No, no. It's OK. It's OK.
Oleg: But, uh...
Ooh...
Wow. These designers are
super poor,
but their personal tapestries
are rich.
Only two can make it to
the finale, where they'll get
one week to create
a culminating piece
and give birth
to a runway show
that encapsulates
how their community
slays, serves, and survives
in Los Angeles.
Jung-Soo, your designs are
divine,
but you have to be
a team player.
Women are people, too.
Emma: Malcolm, we really
enjoy your craftsmanship,
but we're so over hearing
about your tour in Iraq.
Just get over it.
Isn't there more to you?
Jonathan: It's bumming us out.
Margarita, you've only
just scratched the surface
of your lived experience.
We want more. Give it.
Oliver: Drum roll, please.
The designers who will
make it to the finale are...
Suspenseful synth music
Judges: Jung-Soo
and Margarita.
Jung-Soo: Oh, I knew it.
I knew it.
Margarita: Yes.
Malcolm: Just say you don't
support the troops, then.
[Snaps fingers]
They gobbled it up.
They did.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
Friday will be the real test.
Creativity coaching with Emma.
We're going to aim to have
cameras up at your place
at 8 a.m., OK?
OK.
I admit...
that was somewhat cathartic.
The truth will set
you free, babe.
I am going to go show
my dad the piece.
I will keep you posted.
Oh, you know what?
Um...
looks like he must be
checking out
the baby hummingbird nest.
Hope he likes it.
Papa?
Papa...
[Samuel speaking Russian]
[Speaking Russian]
Hey, hey, hey...
Ambient music
Take this camera
out of my face.
-No.
-I'm your father.
Margarita: You're a child.
Samuel: And you're
a grown-up, huh?
Well, you are paying
the bills of the family,
so, uh, thank you.
You want to take video?
Take a video.
Everything I did,
I did for you.
Gentle music
[Muffled scream]
[Sniffles]
[Dog barking]
[Program running]
Nerses: You good?
Yeah.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Margucya.
So when a customer asks
for extra authentication,
what do I say?
Just show some agency
for once and figure it out.
Ay, yo,
lying doesn't come
as natural to me.
You want to be a musician,
but you can't use your words?
Hey, can we drink?
Dance music
There. I dropped the ball.
You see...
OK.
-Then, yup, just like that.
-Uh-huh.
Yeah.
[Margarita chuckling]
That's great.
Hey, you think I'm misagenic?
Misogynistic?
Mm! Mm! Yeah, that.
No. You just know your worth.
[Hits billiard ball]
You have no idea what
I have planned
for my final show.
No idea.
Shit. Seriously? I haven't
even thought about mine.
Hey. Should we get out
of here?
Whoa. So many units.
Is this all yours?
No.
Jung-Soo: Oh.
[Clears throat]
Whoa.
Oh, shit.
Yeah? You got it?
Margarita: Don't doubt me.
No.
Jung-Soo: Ooh.
Margarita: Just push it.
Jung-Soo: Push it? Push it.
Is it safe?
Margarita:
It's West Hollywood.
What is wrong with you?
Jung-Soo: There was
mad security around
when I was a kid,
and now I'm just
a man of the people.
Security? OK. Pray tell.
Oh, my dad's
a big deal in Korea.
Oh, yeah?
Mm-hmm. Electronics.
But I thought we,
um, submitted tax returns
to prove how poor we
were to be on the show.
I'm not going to see
a dollar of that till I'm 30.
Fucking bullshit.
Mm! Hey.
Oh. Oh, OK.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. You're right.
We should just chill
and stargaze or something.
[Sighs]
Light music
Out, out.
Aah! We--I'm so sorry.
My friend and I
got locked out. Aah!
Oh, daddy, chill. What--
Chill? You chill.
I'll see you
at the finals, OK?
Vlad: You people have
no respect.
I'm so sorry about last night.
Go.
You all brought it on
yourself.
You couldn't hold off
a little longer, man?
She's a finalist on
"Slay, Serve, Survive."
What the fuck is that?
Off my property, both of you.
Come on.
Nerses: Aah!
[Speaking Russian]
No respect.
Disinfection.
[Coughing]
Heh heh heh.
Samuel: Hmm.
-Ahh. Samik, Samik.
-Hmm?
Mama.
Mama.
What's wrong?
Samuel: Mama.
Gita: In the closet
in the hallway,
there is a file
of documents, OK?
Card of my rabbi.
I want him to give
a speech at my funeral.
You could be filming
right now this whole thing.
It would be nice
for documentary.
Nerses: What kind of cancer?
Huh? Since when?
Samuel: Lung cancer.
Gita: Obviously.
Yes.
I will do what I want
to do to the end!
I will live the way
I want to live, OK?
[Nerses speaking Russian]
Gita:
Let me live the way I do,
and you don't storm on me, OK?
[Door slams]
Look at your son.
Somber acoustic guitar
playing
[Gita sighs]
Please, Galinka.
Please don't leave me.
You're the inspiration
for everything I do.
[Gita sighs]
You just idolize me
because I'm old.
You should be your own muse.
You know, like,
uh, Emrata, yeah?
Nerses' playing continues
Song ends
[Cell phone vibrating]
Oh!
[Whispering] Hi.
[Louder] Hi.
Nicol: Finally.
Margarita, we're outside.
The intercom's not working.
Margarita: Oh!
Nicol: Can you come
get us, please?
[Gita coughs]
Intense music playing
[Chime]
[Chime]
[Chime]
[Chime]
[Chime, chime]
OK. Fuck!
Nicol: I feel like we could
intercut the construction
with the crypto house
next door,
really, like, drill in
the gentrification.
Axel: Love that.
Emma: Ohh. My fitting
just got bumped up.
Music continues
Margarita: Hi!
Music ends
Hi. I'm so sorry. We never
use this entrance.
Wow! You look amazing.
Come in, come in.
Emma: And you look like, um...
Margarita: Hagrid's assistant.
I know. I was up
all night sketching.
Just--come on in.
Nicol: Watch the floor. Good.
Margarita: Come, come, come.
Come in.
Emma: Oh!
Margarita: Um, can I just have
one second to change?
Nicol: OK, fine, but go now.
-You have two minutes.
-OK.
Um, ignore the water damage.
Just Hurricane Hilary. OK.
Intense music playing
Emma: Is it safe
to film in here?
We are at the residence
of Margarita Levlansky,
and I'm assuming that
this is her dining table
and also her workstation.
Nicol: Little BTS shots
throughout the day.
Oh! Oh!
Margarita: Oh! Um, this is
my grandmother
just getting her beauty rest.
-How very Charlie Bucket.
-Turns out she's dying.
Excuse me for just one second.
One second.
Music continues
Nerses: Hello. Wow. Hi.
Emma: And you are?
Nerses: I am Nerses. I am--
Nicol: You're Margarita's
brother, right?
Nicol: Yeah.
I'm--I'm so proud of her.
Emma: Yeah. We're just having
a look around--
Oh. Is this your mom?
Nerses: Uh, it's
my grandmother. It's--
[Speaking Russian]
Emma: What is that?
Gucci? Versace?
Nerses: No, this is just an
inside joke with our grandma.
Emma: Are these labels?
Margarita:
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
This has nothing
to do with him.
Emma: You've got to
be kidding me.
Can we cut the cameras?
Emma: Oh, my God.
I can't believe--
I need to get out of here.
Margarita:
Jung-Soo has a trust fund.
Nicol: OK. Cut the cameras.
Vlad: Who's Range Rover is
blocking my driveway?
The workers are here!
Emma: Oh, that would be me.
Vlad: It should be
totally fine. Yeah.
Nerses: Emma, this is Vlad.
We watch
all your videos together.
Vlad: My pleasure.
I am familiar with your work.
Nerses: Da. Should we all take
tea on the patio?
Margarita, softly: What are
you gonna do
with that footage?
Nicol, softly: I'm not trying
to send you
to prison, Margarita.
[Nerses murmurs]
All right, everybody set?
Action!
Margarita, let's circle back
to your self harm.
If you win, "Slay,
Serve, Survive,"
how will you handle
the pressure?
Margarita: I think just by
keeping my head down
and doing the work.
Emma: OK. Being the head
of a global brand
is so much more than that.
What do you
actually stand for?
Samuel: Hurrah!
Finally, the world gets to see
how oppressed we are.
-Um...
-Uh, Samuel.
-Hi. Nicol.
-Margarita's proud papa.
Nicol: I've heard
so much about you.
Samuel: Yeah. I'm Margarita's
proud papa.
Can I get you ladies anything?
Tea, preservatives?
Nicol: Nerses already got tea.
Samuel: Oh, Yeah. OK. OK.
Nicol: Any chance you want to
hop in on the interview?
Samuel:
Oh, so nice of you, but no.
I don't like cameras.
Reminds me of KGB.
OK. I do have a hard out.
Nicol: Yeah, yeah.
Let's jump right back into it.
OK. Action.
Emma: So as you devise
your final piece,
I'd love to hear how you're
gonna tackle the events
of the past few days.
I encourage you to really
ground yourself
in what happened
in the garden the other day.
That relapse footage.
I mean, my dad was a huge
drinker, too,
so I totally, like--it
just hit so close to home.
It felt so familiar.
Margarita: Papa!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, Papa!
Samuel: I want nothing to
do with this.
[Speaking Russian]
Margarita: I didn't
know what else to do.
Samuel: This is sick,
Margarita!
Margarita: You're sick, Papa.
You will never
forgive me anyway.
Margarita: I'm trying to here.
Samuel: Was I really such
a horrible father?
I--I didn't abandon you.
I made sure you get education.
I never forced you to become
a doctor or a lawyer
like all of my friends
did to their kids!
Margarita: Exactly.
You created this monster.
Emma: Margarita I hate to
break this up,
but I have a hard out.
Margarita: One goddamn second.
Samuel: One second!
Emma:
OK. You know what? I quit.
Margarita: If you had only
been lucid enough to see
the piece that I had made,
you would understand
what I'm doing here.
Margucya did everything she
needed to survive.
Nerses, let's go!
Leave these people.
Come inside. Margu--Margucya,
let's go inside.
Margarita:
I'll see you inside.
Gita: Let's go.
Margarita: Holy shit.
I am--I am so sorry.
Nicol: Did you forge
your dad's release?
Margarita: Um...
Nicol: Margarita. Margarita.
If you don't get that signed,
we're gonna have
a major problem.
Somber acoustic guitar
playing
Gita: Let's just
everybody make up.
Margarita: Wait, wait, Nerses.
You don't understand.
I--I didn't have a choice.
Nerses:
He's trying his fucking best.
When are you gonna
look at yourself?
Music continues
[Gita sighs]
You want a cigarette?
Hmm?
Margarita: Da.
Gita: Have one.
Ah. When we came
to this country,
you know, I was working
at the factory.
It was not easy.
My boss was treating
me like a dummy.
I didn't speak any English,
you understand.
I felt like a dummy.
Then we saved some
money and opened
tailoring shop,
and then I came back
to the boss and...
felt so proud of myself.
Such a pride in my heart.
I achieved something.
Soft electric piano
playing
Lovers, husbands,
chihuahuas--heh--
come and goes,
but what is the most
important is your dream.
It doesn't come to you
on a golden plate.
You fight
with your fists if you need,
and I was a fighter.
You're more like me
than I thought.
Pushkin's birthday.
What?
Combination for a safe.
Music intensifies
OK. 66.
[Dial clicking]
-Mm-hmm.
-Yeah.
Gita: 17...
Ha ha ha! Voila!
Margarita:
You sold the silver?
Gita: On eBay, yeah,
and I order for you
new sewing machine, OK?
-It comes tomorrow.
-What?
You were working so hard,
and if you want to beat
that nepo child,
you have to have every stitch
on your final garment
like singing, OK?
Simple.
Nicol: Thank you.
Vlad: You're producer?
Nicol: Mm-hmm.
You know, my restaurant
great for filming
anytime you need.
Look. Huh? Huh?
Nicol: Yeah. Looks nice.
Vlad: Very opulent. Here.
California fusion cuisine.
[Kiss]
Nicol: No borscht?
Vlad: Oh, we have that, too,
plus brand-new
LED light installation
and state-of-the-art speakers,
USB compatible.
Mm-hmm.
Nicol: Well, it could have
been great
for Margarita's Final show,
but apparently she's allergic
to winning 100 grand, so...
maybe next season.
If we get renewed.
Suspenseful music playing
[Vlad speaking Russian]
Purr's "Drift" playing
Just drift, take this
I'm just trying
to care less
Last ditch, new plan
Chase the new sensation
You said,
"You just have to grow"
I said, "I don't
have to know"
Make it...
Samuel: Heh heh.
"Drift" continues
Purr: Last pitch, fastball
Margarita: Appreciate it.
Woman: Watch the winner
take it all
Last door, long haul
You said, "You just
have to grow"
Candy: I'm gonna give this
girl a hug.
I don't normally do this,
but you touched
my heart, baby.
Purr: I said, "I don't have
to know"
Ahh ahh ahh ahh
I said, "I don't
have to know"
Ahh ahh ahh ahh
You're a natural
You'll change another life
Don't break it if you try
You want it, you need it
You've got it
And do I have to show
my own fear every time...
Margarita: Have you guys seen
that orange suit?
Gita: Closet,
blue garment bag.
"Drift" ends
Fast electronic music
playing
[Man speaking Russian]
Gita: We are VIP.
Bouncer: Oh, yes.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Candy: We're VIP, too.
Jonathan, slowly: We are
the hosts of this competition.
[Slowly] I was born
in Skokie, Illinois.
I just need to see your IDs.
Emma: IDs?
Can't you just Google us?
Oliver: Mmm!
Margarita: Hi!
Gita: Good?
Oliver: Mmm. Mm-hmm.
Margarita: Hi.
Gita: Hi.
Margarita: Did Papa end up
coming with you?
Gita: No.
[Cell phone crimes]
Margarita: OK. Sorry.
Dance music playing
What?
[Sighs]
Gita: What was it? Ha ha!
Oliver: All done.
Gita: We're finished.
Oliver: Mmm!
-Nerses.
-Huh?
-Look at this.
-Hmm?
Look. Jung-Soo did a show
at his uncle's private pond.
Nerses: Yo. Who the fuck
got a pond?
Margarita: Right? Look around.
I'm screwed.
Don't let him take
your head out of the game.
You're fine.
Yeah. You're good.
Nicol: Margarita, can you
come with me, please?
Margarita: Yeah.
It should be quiet in here.
[Door shuts]
Hey.
-You came.
-Yeah.
Yeah, I--um...
[Paper rustles]
Margarita: Oh, no, Pap--Papa,
you really don't have to.
I should have never put
you in that position.
It's OK.
Thank you.
Woman: 10 minutes to showtime!
Margarita: Um, OK.
I--I have to go get changed,
but I'll see you after, OK?
Samuel: Yeah. Wait, wait.
I--I was just thinking maybe
the suit can fit
a certain,
uh, remorseful father.
Wistful music playing
My hair's in frame, right?
So, Margarita, how are
we feeling
about our final look?
Feeling like if I win
my family won't be homeless.
Oh, literally
such high stakes,
but I am glad we got to
have our coaching sesh.
Immigrant parents, am I right?
Yeah, actually, I kind
of owe my dad,
like, all of this, you know?
Oh, totally.
My grandparents are
from Paris, so I totally
know the struggle.
Gita: Margucya.
Emma: You better go.
Music continues
Balalaika and guitar join
keyboards
Margarita: OK.
Remember,
when you're out there,
you are wearing the garment.
The garment isn't wearing you.
Youngest first. Let's go.
Emma: It smells in here.
Nicol: Can we have the lights?
[Indistinct chatter]
All right. Everybody settle.
And action!
Jonathan: Oh, God.
Dinner and a show.
Emma: Stop!
Playing dark, funky song
Candy: Interesting.
I kind of like it.
Emma: I do, too.
Jonathan: Me, too.
Hip-hop beat playing
Man singing in Russian
Ayy!
[Cheering]
Emma: He's kind of hot.
Candy: That's your type?
Emma: Mm-hmm.
Candy: Oh.
Low droning
Dance music playing
Emma: Yes, Daddy! Take it off!
Jonathan: It's crass
and abrasive.
I love it!
Man singing in Russian
in low voice
[Cheering and applause]
Emma: You ate that, Papa.
Rapid beat playing
Woman singing in Russian
Candy: Hello, Margarita.
Jonathan:
She took what we said
and threw it back in our face.
Candy: Hmm.
Music continues
It's about false labels.
Jonathan: It's about freedom!
[Bird squawks in song]
Emma: Ooh!
Candy: Ooh!
Music continues
[Cheering and applause]
Music continues
Man sings in Russian
Nicol:
Deliberation time, everyone.
Party's over.
Judges, I need you in 5.
We'll wait up for you.
Suspenseful music playing
Oliver:
OK. Margarita or Jung-Soo?
Jonathan:
We could change their lifes!
Oliver: It's not that
much money, love.
Candy: I wonder what that
Bushwick girl is doing.
Oliver: Poor white girl,
rich Asian.
Jonathan: She has a story.
Oliver: Oh, shit.
[Overlapping dialogue]
Jonathan: This is hard.
Why am I here?
Candy: I just feel like
Jung-Soo...
Fuck!
Oliver: Designers, what a day.
Both presentations
felt profoundly ethnic.
You've made
our jobs very difficult.
Candy: Jung-Soo, I'd style any
of my clients in your work.
It has this finesse about it.
You're way before your time.
Suspenseful music playing
Jonathan: And, Margarita,
you are a true originale.
In you, I see a relentless
entrepreneur, not unlike me.
[Emma sighs]
And the winner
of "Slay, Serve, Survive,"
who will also be taking home
the $100,000 prize is...
Music stops
Hey!
The best man won.
Psh. Maybe the best,
but you're self-taught.
-Heh. Who taught you?
-Yeezy.
Now I just wait to see
if my parents
will even text me back.
Yikes.
Jonathan: What's your IG?
Margarita:
@deadstockoligarch.
Followed.
You are so fucking chic
and fucking random.
Bye, Jung-Soo,
if that's even your name.
Nicol: Jung-Soo, Axel needs
you for some social stuff.
Jung-Soo: OK.
You're gonna be
the fan favorite.
I have a sixth sense
for these things.
-You think?
-Yeah.
That freak flag flew today.
That's all the people want.
-Heh.
-Heh.
Soft electric piano
playing
-You know, Pop?
-Yeah?
Nerses: No? What happened?
Margarita: No.
Samuel: Ohh.
But you're still a brilliant
motherfucker, Margucya.
Margarita: Thank you. Aw.
[Nerses mumbles]
[Samuel speaks Russian]
Gita: What's happening?
What's happening?
[Samuel speaks Russian]
Music continues
Gita: Guys!
We won, Galinka.
We won the big dream!
Gita: You did!
Oh, my goodness!
Congratulations!
Music intensifies
Samuel: Hey!
Gita: I'm so happy!
So happy. Ahh!
Nerses: Ha ha ha!
Gita: I have surprise.
Margarita: Oh!
Gita: OK?
Nerses: Oh! Champagne!
[Laughter]
Gita: OK. For you.
Margarita: Spasibo.
-For you.
-Spasibo.
-For you.
-No, no, Mama.
Gita: Good boy.
Samuel: OK.
Gita: Opa!
Ahh! To me
for sacrificing everything,
everything to raise
A-plus designer.
Put that on my mausoleum, OK?
Samuel: I'm on it.
[Pop]
Gita: Aah!
Margarita: Aah! Whoo!
Nerses: Opa!
-It's fine.
-Thank you.
To you, my darling. To you.
[Kiss]
You are the best!
Love you.
Margarita: You.
Nerses: Cheers. Cheers.
Gita: Whoo! Ha ha ha!
OK. Sit down.
Tell me everything.
Margarita: OK.
Well, first of all...
incredible.
Gita: Incredible?
Margarita: No one could stop
talking about you.
Gita: Yeah? About me? Yes.
[Samuel speaks Russian]
Margarita: Model of the year.
You were walking, yes.
Naomi Campbell.
Gita: You are kidding.
Come on.
Margarita:
You're gonna be busy.
Gita: Thank you.
Samuel: Who was it?
Nerses: Dior.
[Indistinct chatter]
Uplifting music playing
Music fades
Guitar strumming
Oliver: Hi.
Margarita: Hi.
Oliver: It's been a whirlwind
few months for you.
Margarita: Truly.
Oliver: Wow.
OK. First things first.
How can I get my hands
on a pair
of these rubbish gloves?
Margarita: I'll put you on
a gifting list.
Oliver: Well, I have to ask
about dad?
My whole heart.
What's he doing?
How's he doing?
He's doing really powerful
spiritual work.
Samuel: Mind, soul,
spirit, repeat.
All: Mind, soul, spirit.
Oliver: And your hot brother?
What's going on with him?
Margarita: He's killing it,
as well.
Zack Bia: I got
some good news for us.
Very good news,
but first, a toast.
Nerses: OK.
Zack: Sometimes you.
Sometimes me.
-Always us.
-All right.
Music continues
Music fades
[Wind blowing]
Somber Russian music
playing
Shifts to dance beat
Music continues
Music continues
Music continues
Music continues
Music ends
[Rumbling and bright music]
[Sparking]
[Rumbling and heart beating]
[Morse code beeps]
[Buzzing,
switch off sound]
Elegant music playing
Bright synth tone
Ethereal music playing
Woman: Dee dee ooh eeh
Dee dee ooh eeh
Dee dee ooh eeh
Dee dee ooh eeh
Dee dee ooh eeh
Dee dee ooh eeh
[Cloth unfurling]
[Slap]
You're doing it for the girls
and the gays, Margarita.
The girls and the gays.
[Cell phone chimes]
I'm Margarita,
and I am humbled to be taping
for your unscripted
fashion competition series.
Man rapping in Russian
My hometown is
West Hollywood, California,
not the fancy part,
the Russian part.
I--I--I would describe
my aesthetic as
Old World trash and treasure.
She's milking a cow at 5:00,
but she needs to be
at the ballet at 5:10.
Loves a bargain bin.
Man rapping in Russian
What's your toughest obstacle?
Um...
Heavy percussion playing
[Chime]
Man rapping in Russian
I live with my grandmother
and my dad and my brother,
and we are 5 months
behind on rent.
Oh, as for education,
my grandma was
the most badass sewing teacher
you could possibly imagine.
I mean, this, for example,
is reversible.
[Gita speaking Russian]
Again, I forgot password.
[Speaking Russian]
Huh? Hmm?
Woman singing in Russian
Margarita: My toughest
obstacle is
getting out of my own way.
Woman: Dee dee ooh eeh
Margarita: I love fashion
because it is a chance
to be someone new...
[Bells jingle]
every day.
Gita: Mmm. I'm old.
Margarita: You're fabulous.
[Chime]
Woman singing in Russian
[Margarita speaking Russian]
Anton.
Russian pop music playing on
stereo
Margarita: That's nice.
-Mm-hmm.
-Bargains.
You can speak English.
Another.
-Empty your pockets.
-What?
Huh? Why?
We have camera.
-No, you don't.
-Antoshka is camera.
Careful. It's eighties YSL.
[Woman muttering]
Ahh.
Shame on you.
Just like your father.
Antoshka! [Speaking Russian]
Antoshka: Hey, hey!
Margarita: I'm going,
I'm going, I'm going.
Freak!
Man singing in Russian
Woman, on phone: The customer
sent the items
to a trusted third-party
authenticator, Miss Levlansky.
Margarita: Ma'am,
I am a designer myself.
You think I don't know real
Mugler from counterfeit?
Woman: I'm sure you do,
but we have
a zero-tolerance policy
against counterfeit
merchandise.
-There's nothing I can do.
-Ma'am, need I remind you
that I am one of your
site's top merchants?
Woman: [Sighs] We are
going to have to suspend
your account indefinitely.
Suspended indefinitely?
No warning? Nothing?
Woman: I see here that this is
the third incident.
Margarita: OK. I'm gonna need
to talk to one
of your supervisors.
[Incoming call alert beeps]
Woman: I don't make the rules.
We're just going to have
to s--
Margarita: One second.
This--this must be
my PR team calling.
Woman: Miss Levlansky.
Margarita: I don't qualify
for your offer!
Different woman: Is this--
Margarita:
My credit score is 430.
Stop calling me!
Impressive. Didn't know
it even went that low.
Sorry. Who is this?
This is Nicol Alejandra Garcia
from the unscripted
fashion competition show.
Oh. I got your
automatic rejection.
Do you always take no
for an answer?
Bouncy synthesizer music
playing
Mark Cuban, on TV:
I like your specs.
I'm more concerned--
if--if--if you have
personality changes
with your bank account--
[Turns off TV]
Piano playing
romantic music
Nerses, can we--can we
be present, please?
Nerses: Ay!
Samuel: Present please,
and come, Mamachka, present.
Thank you very much.
Mindfulness doesn't
put kasha on the table.
Oh, no, you put kasha
on the table.
Gita: Margucya is more
like me.
She's a shark!
[Nerses and Samuel speak
in Russian]
Gita: I have
solution for our problem.
We need to
get Bill Gates' address.
Margarita: Bill Gates?
Nerses: Bill Gates?
Gita: Yeah. We come there.
I distract the guards,
and you run straight to his
office past security, OK?
You get to his office,
knock on the door,
present him
with your business plan,
and the numbers will wow him.
He will see you
worth the big bucks.
Margarita: Water's off again.
Gita: When will it end?
What we are going to do?
Margarita: Shh, shh, shh.
Nerses: I don't know.
I've been working
so many doubles.
Margarita: Hey.
Gita: What?
What would you think, um,
about me going
on a reality TV show?
Samuel: What reality?
"Keeping with Kardashians"?
Gita: Are you going to
meet a Bachelor there?
Nerses: I'm surprised you know
what that is, Pop.
Prison, dude.
Margarita:
Here. I'll show you.
Oliver, on phone: Must I fly
to New York to experience
the cutting edge?
Not anymore.
We're scouting
every enclave in this city
for untapped design talent,
celebrating the textured,
working-class tapestry
that just weaves
our culture together,
providing access to a panel
of industry insiders
that has the connects to
transform
pipe dreams into reality.
Oh, and did I mention there's
a $100,000 on the line?
Gita: Ah! Oh!
Oliver: Do you have
what it takes
to slay, serve, and survive?
Samuel: Underprivileged, hm?
Wonderful. Great.
So good.
Nerses: Yeah.
Margarita: Well, women are
a protected group apparently.
Samuel: Yeah. Apparently.
Apparently.
Well, if you have
any better ideas,
I'm all ears.
Gita: Ay.
[Liquid slurping
through straw]
[Papers turning]
[Slurping continues]
So, what's your story, love?
Margarita: My influences are
Yohji Yamamoto,
Miuccia Prada, and of course--
Oliver: Oh, my God!
A disgusting bug.
Oh, my God! Do you see that?
It's right there!
And it's crawling! Squash it!
Ohh!
Nicol: So you're from L.A.
Whereabouts exactly?
Oh. West Hollywood,
Fairfax Districtish.
Oliver: That's so funny.
I live right above Chateau.
Nicol: And you live with your
grandmother, right?
What's that like?
Uh, yeah. Sorry that--that
tape was a bit unhinged.
Nicol: Oh, we love unhinged.
Would you say that your
mental health is something
that you struggle with?
Margarita: Not that
I'm aware of.
-No depression, anxiety, OCD?
-Yeah.
No.
Uh, it is a bit
of a fraught time
at home right now.
-Really?
-Wow.
Well, let's double-click
on that.
What's going on?
My dad is adjusting to
life post-prison.
-J'adore!
-What?
Oliver: OK. What did he do?
Margarita: Nothing bad.
Um, just, like,
white-collar stuff.
Nicol: Like money laundering?
Margarita: Um, I would love to
point you back to my lookbook.
Um, there's this--
We know you're talented, OK?
We've seen your lookbook,
we've read your resume,
but we're not really doing one
of those
cut-and-dry design shows.
We're looking
for contestants who want to
pull back the curtain
on their life.
Margarita, softly: Yeah.
Nicol: Are you willing
to take us there?
Yes.
It would be an honor
and a privilege to be part
of the disruptive work
that you're doing.
Oliver: Mmm.
OK. Thank you so
much for coming.
We'll--uh, we'll call you.
[Camera shutter clicks]
Oliver: Mmm. Who's next?
Get them in!
Margarita: Let's just sell
the wedding silver.
Gita: No way. We are
not selling family silver.
It's a bad omen.
Margarita: OK.
Gita: I met this guy.
He works for Amazon.
I bet he knows Bezos.
-Did he call?
-Nope.
Vlad: This is the place.
So it's pretty--
Cassandra: Nice.
I can't die until I know
you are comfy, in love,
everything is going your way.
Stop it! You are not dying.
[Samuel speaking Russian]
Cassandra, they're trying to
make me out as a bad guy.
I'm a bad guy.
Gita: But Gypsy told me
80 would be my last year,
and look.
My birthday is coming up
in 33 days.
[Shouting in other room]
Vlad: For 6 months,
I sent polite notices.
I held up the remodeling.
-You call it polite notices?
-I kept the lawyers out of it.
Samuel: Polite notices?
Gita: Polite? Yeah?
To shut off water
it's polite, yes?
I give your grandson work.
Samuel: No, he works for free.
Gita: Yes.
Vlad: No,
you work for free.
Samuel: Oh, I work for free.
Vlad: In prison.
Galina Maesevena,
this comes down
to simple economics.
This apartment,
the restaurant,
even us--we--
we're all real estate.
Your mama's real estate.
Don't talk about my mamachka!
Don't talk about her!
Gita: Get out! Get out!
[Shouting in Russian]
You are West Hollywood losers!
[Cell phone crimes]
Gita: Your mamachka's
real estate.
Vlad: Don't talk about
my mamachka!
Don't talk about her!
Gita: Get out! Get out!
Vlad: You are West Hollywood
losers!
Nicol: Someone
came to work today.
Energetic electronic music
playing
It needs to feel exclusive.
Nerses: The influencers boutta
be lining up, Vlad.
Vlad: Wise guy, huh?
You'll need their tips
more than ever.
Margarita: Hey, Nerses!
Nerses: Whoa!
Margarita: Hey!
I've got news!
Nerses: Hey!
Am I looking
at the next Vivienne?
I start tomorrow.
Aah! Ha. Uh, OK.
Wait here. OK.
Man: Work
Marie Davidson: Work it
Work, work to be a winner
Winners work it good
Sweat
Sweat to be a winner
[Doorbell rings]
Margarita: Hi.
Hi.
Nicol: Hi.
Margarita: We're just gonna
be right up--up there.
[Power tools whirring,
hammers banging]
-Isn't that your place?
-Um, yeah.
My dad's probation officer
is just in there,
so we're gonna go up here.
Nicol: Fuck.
We could have shot that.
Oh, yum.
Did your grandma bake these?
Margarita: Oh, she makes
a mean Napoleon,
but, um, this one's
from the store
that my brother works at.
Nicol: Your dad, brother,
grandma all downstairs.
-Mm-hmm.
-I'm sorry. Hang on.
This construction
site's active?
Margarita: Could be worse.
We could be getting
raped and pillaged.
Nicol: Ahh.
This is great material.
Margarita: Well, it's my life.
Nicol: Oh, speaking
of your life,
now I just need you
and your family to sign
these release forms.
Clears us to use
your likeness,
appearance, et cetera.
Margarita:
Um, but sorry. My family?
Nicol:
Yeah, it's just protocol,
so we can get more
of that self-capture stuff,
which was gold, by the way.
Shall we dive right in then?
Why don't you tell us
about a defining moment
in your life?
Try telling the camera.
I'll demonstrate.
A defining moment
in my life...
was the day my parents died
in a freak car crash.
I had just turned 18
and moved to L.A.,
and 3 weeks
into me being here...
Somber music playing
[Wind chimes ringing]
they were gone.
I was alone in this world,
but I wasn't about to
go hungry,
so I spent the next decade
working as a bottle girl,
a nanny to Hilary Duff's
publicist's kids,
and a reservationist,
and every night
when I got home,
exhausted, wondering
what I'm doing with my life,
all I wanted to do
was watch reality TV.
I started getting so invested
in these people's lives
in their struggles,
and it made me feel less alone
in my struggle, less ashamed.
Like, if they could push
through and find their way,
then maybe I could, too.
[Exhales]
[Birds chirping]
Is that all true?
See how you're rooting
for me now?
Percussive, upbeat music
playing
Samuel: Margarit.
I cut these. Really good.
[Sewing machine chattering]
[Loud thump]
Margarita: This machine needs
Hospice.
Gita: Margucya,
make sure...
Very important.
Margarita: Mm-hmm.
Samuel: Did you tell them
about all
the crazy scholarships
you got?
Margarita: I tried.
They were more interested
in our struggle.
[Sewing machine chatters]
[Speaks Russian]
Unh!
Mid-tempo electronic music
playing
[Indistinct chatter]
Nicol: Yes.
Get her self-mutilation.
Fire.
Perfect. Great.
Let's move in closer.
-Hey, Margarita.
-Hi.
Nicol: How you feeling?
Margarita: Good.
Nicol: Yeah?
Thoughts on your
competition so far?
They seem nice.
What do you think
about Malcolm?
Margarita: He has kind eyes.
Nicol: Kind eyes?
No. His aesthetic.
Margarita:
Oh. Bauhaus core.
Accurate.
What about Amalie?
Margarita: Coquette core.
Nicol: Savage.
Jung-Soo?
Margarita: Indie sleaze.
Clearly.
And Nikki?
Margarita: Dominatrix core.
Nicol: Perfect. OK. Great.
Margarita, pee, snack.
In 15 minutes, we're
gonna roll on challenge one.
Sassy music sting plays
[Whoosh]
Designers,
without further ado,
let's get into your first
challenge, shall we?
Dramatic music playing
Who are Yuzu?
Our friends at YUZUCO have
generously provided us
with as much fabric dye
naturally derived
from the world's hottest
citrus
that we could possibly
dream of.
Jung-Soo: Ooh.
Dramatic music continues
Oliver: In an effort to lower
our carbon footprint,
we've taken the liberty
of dyeing
some thrifted garments
for you.
Each of you will have
5 hours to create
an upcycled eveningwear piece
that not only turns heads
on the dance floor,
it must slay,
but it also represents
your unique cultural tapestry
down to the concept and cut.
Each of your pieces
will be shown
to a major celebrity client.
Jung-Soo: Oh!
Amalie: Ha! Oh, my gosh!
OK.
Oliver: "Yuz" your time
wisely, chickens!
Go!
Amalie: Go, go, go, go!
Malcolm: Watch out, watch out!
Nikki: I need this!
Singer:
Oh, I'm a dying breed
[Timer beeps]
Rare, yeah
I'm a dying breed
Yeah, legend
I'm a dying breed
Let them hear it
Margarita: That's not
a finished concept.
Yes. No, this is not finished.
Singer:
Oh, but I enjoy the thrill
Malcolm: Fuck!
Singer:
I was built different
Yeah, you know the drill
You know the drill,
you know the drill
Oliver: You have 20 minutes.
Singer: Yeah, go
Yo, you gonna whip
the cobra
Blow it up like
a supernova
Buckle up,
this here the closer
Huddle up,
let's get controlling
We gotta come
through the door
Ain't nobody
see this coming
We came here to
shift the party
Sorry, hey
Nikki: I am seeing the vision.
Oliver: I'm glad you're
seeing it.
Singer: Head to the light,
rejoice
Me and my brother gave
our lives to this family
We chosen
We're a dying breed
We're chosen, chosen
Dying breed
Oliver: Needles down,
designers.
Time's up!
[Timer dings]
Give me your pieces.
In case you've been
living under a rock,
our judges will now
introduce themselves.
Hip-hop playing
Rapper: Yeah, we coming
Yeah
I'm Jonathan.
I've sold 4 companies
and currently consult
for Fenty and Skims,
to name a few.
Rapper Yeah, I'm the one,
Yeah, I'm the one
I'm Emma Wexler,
fashion vlogger
and fashion history nerd,
and I just entered
the coaching space.
Rapper: Unh, yeah
And I'm Candy.
I styled some of Beyonc's
most iconic looks--
tours, videos, red carpets,
you name it, I did it.
Google the rest.
Rapper: And when I win,
they're gonna lose
Yeah, we coming
Oliver: And with that,
let's see the designs.
Energetic trap music
playing
Candy: I like it.
It's like sexy and kitty.
Thank you.
Music continues
Emma: I would totally wear
this if I was trying
to conceal a pregnancy.
Oliver: Well, that's
always a positive.
Emma: Mm-hmm.
Music continues
Jonathan: It's definitely
a take on the material.
Thank you. Thank you.
Music continues
Jonathan: If you're gonna send
something down the runway,
it needs to be finished.
Emma: I'm just wondering
why are you wearing
the better outfit?
Nikki: Oh, bite me.
Candy: I mean,
the attitude was already
a no-no for me.
-She gotta go, go.
-Ooh.
Music continues
Woman vocalizing
Margarita: So sorry. OK.
Hi.
We actually, um, met once.
Candy: I don't get it.
Jonathan: I didn't like it.
So one of my grandpas
was from Chernivtsi,
a city in Ukraine,
though we're mostly Jews,
who weren't considered
real Russians or Ukrainians,
but anyway, I digress.
As soon as I saw
the yellow fabric,
I knew that I wanted
to stand in solidarity.
Oh, yes, girl.
that war was a disaster.
Kind of like this piece.
Jonathan: Overtly woke art is
a no for me.
Emma: I mean, the proportions
are interesting,
but I do worry about
the sustainability factor
with your plastic bags.
Exactly. Being a political
refugee isn't sustainable.
You have to carry
your life on your back.
Jonathan: Too much
Candy: Too literal.
Emma: And can we talk about
your anxiety for a second?
I heard you had, like,
a breakout
or a rash or something.
Anxiety? What anxiety?
It's just eczema.
[Jonathan gags]
Emma: Listen. You have to
learn to manage
your triggers and not
sacrifice your well-being
for your ambition.
Candy: I think we heard
everything
we needed to hear today.
Emma: I think so, too.
Thank you, Margarita.
You can go.
Candy: Thank you babe.
Margarita: Thank you.
Jonathan: Yeah, you can leave.
Margarita: You did great.
Mysterious music playing
Jonathan: People with no taste
really scare me.
I can't believe
she would call that fashion.
Oliver: Uh-huh.
Jonathan: I've seen homeless
people dress better.
Like, actually, I was
driving through downtown
and some people
were really serving.
Emma: Hmm.
Jonathan: Yeah.
Woman: Margarita, Lloyd needs
to mic you up now.
Swelling cymbal crash
Emma: Nikki, Margarita,
please step forward.
Unfortunately, your outfits
were just not our faves.
Candy: Nikki, we love learning
about sex work
through fashion,
but respect is everything.
Oliver: Mm-hmm.
Jonathan: And, Margarita,
on a conceptual level,
your work felt very amateur.
Don't try to address
the whole of Mother Russia,
but instead address
your mother.
Remember,
the personal is political.
Emma:
You may step back in line.
Oliver: One of you
will be going home,
but there's only one
multi-hyphenate
that holds the veto power--
model, musician,
and fashion icon Veronique!
Dramatic music playing
[Cheering]
Amalie: Oh, wow!
She's my entire mood board.
Veronique: Hi, babe.
Oliver: Hey, honey.
-How are you?
-I'm great.
I'm thrilled to be here. Hi.
Let's take a look, shall we?
Intense rhythmic music
playing
Hmm.
Hmm.
I love this one.
This one's very me.
The shorts are hot.
Music intensifies
Candy: You're fine today,
Margarita.
Jonathan: Hmm.
Emma: OK.
Margarita: Thank you so much.
I'm getting emotional.
Congratulations, Margarita.
You are still in the running.
Oh, my God!
Emma: Nikki. You may pack
your kit and go.
Nikki: Y'all are fake news!
[Cell phone chimes]
Dance music playing,
Woman singing in Russian
Margarita: Uh, uh, uh.
Music playing faintly
-Ohh!
-Ha ha ha!
[Margarita gasping]
Jesus.
First day went well?
-Yeah.
-OK.
What are you doing up?
What, you're fully
nocturnal now?
Without the alcohol
to help me sleep,
my dreams are very much, uh,
"Shawshank" no redemption.
Um, Papa, what would
you think about doing
an interview for the show
about your sartorial choices?
I would just need
an autograph.
Not sure you noticed.
I'm not much of a fashionista.
Well, you could talk about
what you love so much
about your prison sweatsuit.
Samuel: Margarita,
I don't want anything
to do with this stuff, OK?
[Softly] Yeah.
Samuel: Better if--if they
never find out
that you have a criminal
for a father.
Oh, my goodness.
-What time is it?
-It's only 6:00.
Here, Galinka, iodine
and honey.
Gita: OK. OK.
How you are going to meet
nice man at this contest
when you look like
you've been attacked
by the wolves?
I wear gloves. Duh.
And how he is going to
see your beautiful figure?
We're designing, not fucking.
[Nerses chuckling]
Gita: Why not both?
Listen, I got for you
some nice undies, OK?
-What?
-Just in case.
My mom would always say,
"Wear nice undies
when you go out."
You never know
where you will end up.
Lay off her. Like...
Gita: Listen, don't play
games with me.
By the way,
I'm watching you. OK?
Why are you wearing
this earring?
Are you a gay?
Be honest. Tell me, huh?
-A gay?
-Yeah.
Gita: I'm so tired.
And my glands, oh.
Gita: Going to work? OK.
Bring me some passionfruit.
-Oh, oh, oh, Nersick.
-Uh-huh?
Have you asked that producer
to listen to your stuff yet?
And scare off
our one customer?
No, thank you. No. OK.
All right. Cool, then,
I guess.
We'll do, like, um, lunch
or something.
Want to take him out,
introduce him to some people.
Like, let's just get
this thing over the edge,
you know what I mean?
I'm like, I'm sick
of fucking waiting.
Either that or we move on.
Um, sure.
Yeah. Um, all right. Cool.
I'm eating now.
I'm gonna hit you in a bit.
Dance music,
indistinct vocals
Jung-Soo: Thanks, man.
Nicol: Hey, were you
gonna send me anything
aside from that footage of you
dancing last night?
Working on it.
Cool. Yeah, 'cause Amalie's
running circles around you
in that department.
I don't want you to
get lost in the edit.
Mm-hmm.
You have some
brown goo on your face.
Home remedies.
Niche.
Look, I probably
shouldn't be telling you this,
but I spoke to the judges last
night, and they're finding you
a bit difficult
to connect with.
It's not a huge deal,
but I would say
try being a bit more relatable
today.
-OK.
-Great.
Techno music
All right. Relatable.
In life, you get one chance
to make an impression.
High energy dance music
I stand
with Planned Parenthood.
If the last challenge was
about slaying for pleasure,
today's challenge is about
serving...your community.
You will each get 3 hours
to design a t-shirt
that promotes a nonprofit
of your choosing.
Your creative directional
skills
will then be put to the test
as you'll also shoot a photo
campaign for your shirts.
Since there's an even number
of you now,
I figured, why not?
You'll be doing
this challenge in pairs.
[Amalie squeals]
Yes.
Go.
Amalie: Let's go.
OK.
Ladies first.
Margarita: Ew.
Relatable.
Jung-Soo: Hey, don't stress.
I got this.
Peep my first collection.
Margarita:
Oh, that's a beautiful site.
Mm-hmm. Oh, come on.
I don't bite.
Your breath just reminds
me of my childhood.
Oh, you're a child
of alcoholics, too.
They even named you
after a cocktail.
After a Russian
literary heroine, actually,
but, yes, my dad is sober.
Thank god.
Yo, we gotta do a riff
on those nineties DARE
t-shirts.
No, no, no.
That graphic is overdone.
No, no, no. It's brilliant.
It's brilliant.
Pop music,
indistinct vocals
Margarita: Sorry. I just think
these proportions
are going to register
as basic.
No, it won't be basic...
Gita: Margucya!
Oliver: Wait.
What's going on? Sorry.
Margucya! Margucya!
Man: Hey! Hey!
Nicol: Ma'am...
Margarita: What?
Nicol: Ma'am, we're mid-shoot.
Margarita: What are you
doing here?
Gita: OK, you know what?
Margarita: I am so sorry.
Our landlord
shut off our water, OK?
And now I'm completely
in pieces and I'm scared. OK?
What are you doing?
Let--Roll, boy. Roll.
Let me tell them
what's happening.
Was that scripted?
Gita: Where are you taking me?
Let them see how we struggle.
Nicol: Fucking amazing.
OK. How did you even find
this place?
You know there is
a Find Friends,
and Regina gave me a ride. OK?
OK.
By the way, I see that
they don't feed you here.
I brought you some fish.
That was completely
inappropriate, Galinka.
That guy you were
talking to is very sexy.
Christian father
and Jewish mother.
It's mwah, the best cocktail.
And they have the most
intelligent children.
Trust your grandma.
I'm sure.
I do need you to leave.
I was just trying to help you.
You would help me if you
would just let me focus
on designing.
Gita: What they need.
it's not just the talent, OK?
They need a spectacle.
Wait.
What?
Anybody in here got a cut
Probably already dropped
Let me know, throw it up
All my dawgs in here
No dawgs not showing
no love
'Cause we gonna throw
it up
They hate and they wait
and they say
Now I'm doing too much
No, you just gotta know
Throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up
Emma: OK. This senior citizen
is everything.
The shirt, though, it just,
like, feels kind of uncool.
Candy: Facts.
Jonathan: I disagree.
I fuck with the nostalgia.
Emma: Hmm.
Jonathan: Although I do wonder
if the message is
universal enough, though.
But you said
you wanted personal.
My grandmother's dad literally
drank himself to death,
but--but--I'm sorry.
So you want universal?
Yeah. Thank you. Thank you.
Um, I actually conceived
of the graphic by fusing
Korean iconography
and Americana.
I am seeing a lot of
Jung-Soo's designs here.
Margarita, girl, you are
floundering.
Emma: Right? I literally just
raised this question
in last week's podcast:
"Is Creativity Dead?"
Easy for you to say.
Sorry. What?
Well, I mean, you can just
smack your name
onto any collection and it
sells out in seconds, right?
And--and that's my fault?
-Come on.
-No. I'm not gonna--
Is she serious?
Amalie: No one wants to
say anything?
No? Nobody?
Jonathan: What is this?
Amalie: No one wants
to say anything?
All right, fuck it.
You know what?
I'm sorry, but that
hoodie that she's wearing--
her little private label
is a direct dupe
off of an emerging
new brand out in Bushwick.
-Bushwick?
-Bushwick, bitch.
Why? You got a problem
with New York now,
Miss flaunting New York
on your hoodie,
but you can't wear
some Bushwick shit?
New York hoodies are
a basic human right,
you fucking psychopath!
Amalie: Psychopath?
You want to see psychopath?
That triggered her...
I can show you psychopath.
I don't even think she
knows where Bushwick is.
I wanted compelling
contestants,
not rabid Marie Antoinette.
She was the most compelling
contestant on the show.
If Emma wants her gone,
she is gone.
Jung-Soo:
Dope. We're chilling.
Margarita: Amalie's been
reading way too much
Diet Prada.
Jung-Soo: Nah, she knows
what she's doing.
She's gonna get
so many followers
after that episode drops.
Yeah.
You sound like my grandmother.
You're mad cute
when you're all earnest
and riled up, though.
Yeah. Thanks for taking credit
for the only aspect of the
shirt that the judges liked.
Makes me want to fool
around with you
in a public park.
Trance EDM
Nicol: I don't think there's
any reason in talking
about this
until you address my notes
on Clive's B-plot, OK?
Thank you.
Who's Clive?
Uh, nobody.
We have code names
for you all.
Ooh.
Nicol: Did you need something?
I'm in crisis mode.
I just wanted to assure you
that I am going to be
a better pupil from now on.
Yeah, we lost
a good one today, huh?
Amalie would've made me
a sex tape
if I'd asked her to.
I am ready and willing.
Do you smoke?
I found your dad's
trial online.
[Coughs]
8 years for Medicare fraud?
That must have been tough
on you...
having to take care of
everyone while he was gone.
He was a great doctor.
He just got
taken advantage of.
I'd love it if we could hear
more about his incarceration
and how that impacted you.
He's just so sensitive
about those years.
I bet you he wants
to talk about it.
You would be surprised
how people open up
when there's a camera
in their face.
Nerses playing guitar
Nerses singing
indistinctly
What's up Papa?
What?
What's up?
What's up?
Just reviewing
another rejection
by the medical board.
Sorry.
Since when do you care?
I care.
OK.
At least in prison,
I could help other inmates
manage their pain.
And now...
[Exhales]
Um...
have you heard back from Oleg
about working at the clinic?
Left him 3 messages. Nothing.
I don't think he wants
to see me anymore.
But maybe if we dressed you
for success.
Come.
Trust.
Samuel: Ready?
Margarita: Uh-uh.
Russian rock music
[Margarita speaking
indistinctly]
Man singing in Russian
Margarita: Oh, go, go, go.
[Margarita chuckles]
[Margarita screams,
then chuckles]
OK, OK, back.
Whistling
Depop...
come out.
We have a winner.
I can't believe I can
still fit in this stuff.
Margarita:
Introducing Papa 2.0.
Nerses: Hey! Wow.
Gita: Wow! Ooh.
Look at you.
Thank God you have
my good looks.
Nerses:
Dynamic duo. You two.
Samuel: Uh...
Sheriff: Hello?
Is one of you Gita Levlansky?
Gita: Who is asking?
Sheriff: You've been served,
ma'am.
Samuel: Eviction.
Eviction.
[Conversation in Russian]
Samuel: Nitroglycerin...
Gita: Nyet...
[Conversation continues in
Russian]
Eerie music
Driving synth music
Listen, Nersick.
When do you
head to work today?
Not for a few hours. Why?
What's up?
We're going to need a lawyer,
cash flow.
So, would you ever be
willing to start
your own Depop page?
Are you sure, Margucya?
Yeah. Yeah.
Just...
OK.
All you do...
is you sew on the labels, OK,
and then you
email the customer.
Yeah. No. I've seen you do it
a hundred times.
This stuff is special enough
to pass as real designer.
Nerses: Right. OK.
OK. just hashtag
Hailey Bieber,
hashtag Bella Hadid,
and then--
Yes. OK. I got this. Just go.
Focus. I got it.
We slayed, we served.
And today we survive...
in the Ring Light & Shadow
Challenge,
sponsored by Fab Lighting,
which, like any great
wardrobe staple, makes you
look radiant even on
your darkest days.
Designers, in this challenge,
you'll be wearing
your shadows,
and it'll bring two of you
one step closer to
the $100,000 cash prize.
You have 8 hours.
[Whispers]
Go.
Nicol: Margarita, I'm sensing
a lot of tension.
Do you want to tell us
what's going on at home?
Just this morning,
my family was
legally ordered to vacate
our home within 5 days.
And the helplessness
and disenfranchisement
brings me back to when my dad
was first arrested.
I'm here advocating
on his behalf.
Was that good?
Nicol: Yeah, that was great.
Can you do it one more time
but this time,
more victimized?
Just this morning,
my family was legally
ordered...
[Hammering nearby]
Suspenseful synth music
Instrumental music
with hip-hop-style beats
Emma: Very strong.
I feel like she's really
coming into herself,
owning her power.
Love to see that.
Emma: She's learning.
Jonathan:
She's listening to us.
Candy: Mm-hmm.
Emma: Honestly, I would grid
this look in a heartbeat.
Candy: The orange
and the blue, it's hard.
Jonathan:
It does look very elevated.
Can you tell us a little bit
about the shadow work?
Yeah.
So my dad went to prison
when I was a teenager,
and I couldn't help
but notice that the uniforms
were designed
to strip these men
of any individuality.
They were drab and too thin.
My dad was practically
shivering
whenever I visited him.
I guess this glamorous,
one-of-a-kind approach
is my response to that.
My brother did time,
and when he got out,
all he really wanted was
a second chance,
so I completely understand
where you're coming from.
Jonathan: I rallied around
criminal justice
a few years ago,
but you're so right.
It hasn't been fixed yet.
Candy: You know what?
I'm gonna give
this girl a hug.
I don't normally do this, but
you touched my heart, baby.
Ambient synth music
[Leaf bushel rustling]
I will bring it back
as soon as--as I--as I can.
It will be--I can, uh...
No, no. It's OK. It's OK.
Oleg: But, uh...
Ooh...
Wow. These designers are
super poor,
but their personal tapestries
are rich.
Only two can make it to
the finale, where they'll get
one week to create
a culminating piece
and give birth
to a runway show
that encapsulates
how their community
slays, serves, and survives
in Los Angeles.
Jung-Soo, your designs are
divine,
but you have to be
a team player.
Women are people, too.
Emma: Malcolm, we really
enjoy your craftsmanship,
but we're so over hearing
about your tour in Iraq.
Just get over it.
Isn't there more to you?
Jonathan: It's bumming us out.
Margarita, you've only
just scratched the surface
of your lived experience.
We want more. Give it.
Oliver: Drum roll, please.
The designers who will
make it to the finale are...
Suspenseful synth music
Judges: Jung-Soo
and Margarita.
Jung-Soo: Oh, I knew it.
I knew it.
Margarita: Yes.
Malcolm: Just say you don't
support the troops, then.
[Snaps fingers]
They gobbled it up.
They did.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
Friday will be the real test.
Creativity coaching with Emma.
We're going to aim to have
cameras up at your place
at 8 a.m., OK?
OK.
I admit...
that was somewhat cathartic.
The truth will set
you free, babe.
I am going to go show
my dad the piece.
I will keep you posted.
Oh, you know what?
Um...
looks like he must be
checking out
the baby hummingbird nest.
Hope he likes it.
Papa?
Papa...
[Samuel speaking Russian]
[Speaking Russian]
Hey, hey, hey...
Ambient music
Take this camera
out of my face.
-No.
-I'm your father.
Margarita: You're a child.
Samuel: And you're
a grown-up, huh?
Well, you are paying
the bills of the family,
so, uh, thank you.
You want to take video?
Take a video.
Everything I did,
I did for you.
Gentle music
[Muffled scream]
[Sniffles]
[Dog barking]
[Program running]
Nerses: You good?
Yeah.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Margucya.
So when a customer asks
for extra authentication,
what do I say?
Just show some agency
for once and figure it out.
Ay, yo,
lying doesn't come
as natural to me.
You want to be a musician,
but you can't use your words?
Hey, can we drink?
Dance music
There. I dropped the ball.
You see...
OK.
-Then, yup, just like that.
-Uh-huh.
Yeah.
[Margarita chuckling]
That's great.
Hey, you think I'm misagenic?
Misogynistic?
Mm! Mm! Yeah, that.
No. You just know your worth.
[Hits billiard ball]
You have no idea what
I have planned
for my final show.
No idea.
Shit. Seriously? I haven't
even thought about mine.
Hey. Should we get out
of here?
Whoa. So many units.
Is this all yours?
No.
Jung-Soo: Oh.
[Clears throat]
Whoa.
Oh, shit.
Yeah? You got it?
Margarita: Don't doubt me.
No.
Jung-Soo: Ooh.
Margarita: Just push it.
Jung-Soo: Push it? Push it.
Is it safe?
Margarita:
It's West Hollywood.
What is wrong with you?
Jung-Soo: There was
mad security around
when I was a kid,
and now I'm just
a man of the people.
Security? OK. Pray tell.
Oh, my dad's
a big deal in Korea.
Oh, yeah?
Mm-hmm. Electronics.
But I thought we,
um, submitted tax returns
to prove how poor we
were to be on the show.
I'm not going to see
a dollar of that till I'm 30.
Fucking bullshit.
Mm! Hey.
Oh. Oh, OK.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. You're right.
We should just chill
and stargaze or something.
[Sighs]
Light music
Out, out.
Aah! We--I'm so sorry.
My friend and I
got locked out. Aah!
Oh, daddy, chill. What--
Chill? You chill.
I'll see you
at the finals, OK?
Vlad: You people have
no respect.
I'm so sorry about last night.
Go.
You all brought it on
yourself.
You couldn't hold off
a little longer, man?
She's a finalist on
"Slay, Serve, Survive."
What the fuck is that?
Off my property, both of you.
Come on.
Nerses: Aah!
[Speaking Russian]
No respect.
Disinfection.
[Coughing]
Heh heh heh.
Samuel: Hmm.
-Ahh. Samik, Samik.
-Hmm?
Mama.
Mama.
What's wrong?
Samuel: Mama.
Gita: In the closet
in the hallway,
there is a file
of documents, OK?
Card of my rabbi.
I want him to give
a speech at my funeral.
You could be filming
right now this whole thing.
It would be nice
for documentary.
Nerses: What kind of cancer?
Huh? Since when?
Samuel: Lung cancer.
Gita: Obviously.
Yes.
I will do what I want
to do to the end!
I will live the way
I want to live, OK?
[Nerses speaking Russian]
Gita:
Let me live the way I do,
and you don't storm on me, OK?
[Door slams]
Look at your son.
Somber acoustic guitar
playing
[Gita sighs]
Please, Galinka.
Please don't leave me.
You're the inspiration
for everything I do.
[Gita sighs]
You just idolize me
because I'm old.
You should be your own muse.
You know, like,
uh, Emrata, yeah?
Nerses' playing continues
Song ends
[Cell phone vibrating]
Oh!
[Whispering] Hi.
[Louder] Hi.
Nicol: Finally.
Margarita, we're outside.
The intercom's not working.
Margarita: Oh!
Nicol: Can you come
get us, please?
[Gita coughs]
Intense music playing
[Chime]
[Chime]
[Chime]
[Chime]
[Chime, chime]
OK. Fuck!
Nicol: I feel like we could
intercut the construction
with the crypto house
next door,
really, like, drill in
the gentrification.
Axel: Love that.
Emma: Ohh. My fitting
just got bumped up.
Music continues
Margarita: Hi!
Music ends
Hi. I'm so sorry. We never
use this entrance.
Wow! You look amazing.
Come in, come in.
Emma: And you look like, um...
Margarita: Hagrid's assistant.
I know. I was up
all night sketching.
Just--come on in.
Nicol: Watch the floor. Good.
Margarita: Come, come, come.
Come in.
Emma: Oh!
Margarita: Um, can I just have
one second to change?
Nicol: OK, fine, but go now.
-You have two minutes.
-OK.
Um, ignore the water damage.
Just Hurricane Hilary. OK.
Intense music playing
Emma: Is it safe
to film in here?
We are at the residence
of Margarita Levlansky,
and I'm assuming that
this is her dining table
and also her workstation.
Nicol: Little BTS shots
throughout the day.
Oh! Oh!
Margarita: Oh! Um, this is
my grandmother
just getting her beauty rest.
-How very Charlie Bucket.
-Turns out she's dying.
Excuse me for just one second.
One second.
Music continues
Nerses: Hello. Wow. Hi.
Emma: And you are?
Nerses: I am Nerses. I am--
Nicol: You're Margarita's
brother, right?
Nicol: Yeah.
I'm--I'm so proud of her.
Emma: Yeah. We're just having
a look around--
Oh. Is this your mom?
Nerses: Uh, it's
my grandmother. It's--
[Speaking Russian]
Emma: What is that?
Gucci? Versace?
Nerses: No, this is just an
inside joke with our grandma.
Emma: Are these labels?
Margarita:
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
This has nothing
to do with him.
Emma: You've got to
be kidding me.
Can we cut the cameras?
Emma: Oh, my God.
I can't believe--
I need to get out of here.
Margarita:
Jung-Soo has a trust fund.
Nicol: OK. Cut the cameras.
Vlad: Who's Range Rover is
blocking my driveway?
The workers are here!
Emma: Oh, that would be me.
Vlad: It should be
totally fine. Yeah.
Nerses: Emma, this is Vlad.
We watch
all your videos together.
Vlad: My pleasure.
I am familiar with your work.
Nerses: Da. Should we all take
tea on the patio?
Margarita, softly: What are
you gonna do
with that footage?
Nicol, softly: I'm not trying
to send you
to prison, Margarita.
[Nerses murmurs]
All right, everybody set?
Action!
Margarita, let's circle back
to your self harm.
If you win, "Slay,
Serve, Survive,"
how will you handle
the pressure?
Margarita: I think just by
keeping my head down
and doing the work.
Emma: OK. Being the head
of a global brand
is so much more than that.
What do you
actually stand for?
Samuel: Hurrah!
Finally, the world gets to see
how oppressed we are.
-Um...
-Uh, Samuel.
-Hi. Nicol.
-Margarita's proud papa.
Nicol: I've heard
so much about you.
Samuel: Yeah. I'm Margarita's
proud papa.
Can I get you ladies anything?
Tea, preservatives?
Nicol: Nerses already got tea.
Samuel: Oh, Yeah. OK. OK.
Nicol: Any chance you want to
hop in on the interview?
Samuel:
Oh, so nice of you, but no.
I don't like cameras.
Reminds me of KGB.
OK. I do have a hard out.
Nicol: Yeah, yeah.
Let's jump right back into it.
OK. Action.
Emma: So as you devise
your final piece,
I'd love to hear how you're
gonna tackle the events
of the past few days.
I encourage you to really
ground yourself
in what happened
in the garden the other day.
That relapse footage.
I mean, my dad was a huge
drinker, too,
so I totally, like--it
just hit so close to home.
It felt so familiar.
Margarita: Papa!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, Papa!
Samuel: I want nothing to
do with this.
[Speaking Russian]
Margarita: I didn't
know what else to do.
Samuel: This is sick,
Margarita!
Margarita: You're sick, Papa.
You will never
forgive me anyway.
Margarita: I'm trying to here.
Samuel: Was I really such
a horrible father?
I--I didn't abandon you.
I made sure you get education.
I never forced you to become
a doctor or a lawyer
like all of my friends
did to their kids!
Margarita: Exactly.
You created this monster.
Emma: Margarita I hate to
break this up,
but I have a hard out.
Margarita: One goddamn second.
Samuel: One second!
Emma:
OK. You know what? I quit.
Margarita: If you had only
been lucid enough to see
the piece that I had made,
you would understand
what I'm doing here.
Margucya did everything she
needed to survive.
Nerses, let's go!
Leave these people.
Come inside. Margu--Margucya,
let's go inside.
Margarita:
I'll see you inside.
Gita: Let's go.
Margarita: Holy shit.
I am--I am so sorry.
Nicol: Did you forge
your dad's release?
Margarita: Um...
Nicol: Margarita. Margarita.
If you don't get that signed,
we're gonna have
a major problem.
Somber acoustic guitar
playing
Gita: Let's just
everybody make up.
Margarita: Wait, wait, Nerses.
You don't understand.
I--I didn't have a choice.
Nerses:
He's trying his fucking best.
When are you gonna
look at yourself?
Music continues
[Gita sighs]
You want a cigarette?
Hmm?
Margarita: Da.
Gita: Have one.
Ah. When we came
to this country,
you know, I was working
at the factory.
It was not easy.
My boss was treating
me like a dummy.
I didn't speak any English,
you understand.
I felt like a dummy.
Then we saved some
money and opened
tailoring shop,
and then I came back
to the boss and...
felt so proud of myself.
Such a pride in my heart.
I achieved something.
Soft electric piano
playing
Lovers, husbands,
chihuahuas--heh--
come and goes,
but what is the most
important is your dream.
It doesn't come to you
on a golden plate.
You fight
with your fists if you need,
and I was a fighter.
You're more like me
than I thought.
Pushkin's birthday.
What?
Combination for a safe.
Music intensifies
OK. 66.
[Dial clicking]
-Mm-hmm.
-Yeah.
Gita: 17...
Ha ha ha! Voila!
Margarita:
You sold the silver?
Gita: On eBay, yeah,
and I order for you
new sewing machine, OK?
-It comes tomorrow.
-What?
You were working so hard,
and if you want to beat
that nepo child,
you have to have every stitch
on your final garment
like singing, OK?
Simple.
Nicol: Thank you.
Vlad: You're producer?
Nicol: Mm-hmm.
You know, my restaurant
great for filming
anytime you need.
Look. Huh? Huh?
Nicol: Yeah. Looks nice.
Vlad: Very opulent. Here.
California fusion cuisine.
[Kiss]
Nicol: No borscht?
Vlad: Oh, we have that, too,
plus brand-new
LED light installation
and state-of-the-art speakers,
USB compatible.
Mm-hmm.
Nicol: Well, it could have
been great
for Margarita's Final show,
but apparently she's allergic
to winning 100 grand, so...
maybe next season.
If we get renewed.
Suspenseful music playing
[Vlad speaking Russian]
Purr's "Drift" playing
Just drift, take this
I'm just trying
to care less
Last ditch, new plan
Chase the new sensation
You said,
"You just have to grow"
I said, "I don't
have to know"
Make it...
Samuel: Heh heh.
"Drift" continues
Purr: Last pitch, fastball
Margarita: Appreciate it.
Woman: Watch the winner
take it all
Last door, long haul
You said, "You just
have to grow"
Candy: I'm gonna give this
girl a hug.
I don't normally do this,
but you touched
my heart, baby.
Purr: I said, "I don't have
to know"
Ahh ahh ahh ahh
I said, "I don't
have to know"
Ahh ahh ahh ahh
You're a natural
You'll change another life
Don't break it if you try
You want it, you need it
You've got it
And do I have to show
my own fear every time...
Margarita: Have you guys seen
that orange suit?
Gita: Closet,
blue garment bag.
"Drift" ends
Fast electronic music
playing
[Man speaking Russian]
Gita: We are VIP.
Bouncer: Oh, yes.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Candy: We're VIP, too.
Jonathan, slowly: We are
the hosts of this competition.
[Slowly] I was born
in Skokie, Illinois.
I just need to see your IDs.
Emma: IDs?
Can't you just Google us?
Oliver: Mmm!
Margarita: Hi!
Gita: Good?
Oliver: Mmm. Mm-hmm.
Margarita: Hi.
Gita: Hi.
Margarita: Did Papa end up
coming with you?
Gita: No.
[Cell phone crimes]
Margarita: OK. Sorry.
Dance music playing
What?
[Sighs]
Gita: What was it? Ha ha!
Oliver: All done.
Gita: We're finished.
Oliver: Mmm!
-Nerses.
-Huh?
-Look at this.
-Hmm?
Look. Jung-Soo did a show
at his uncle's private pond.
Nerses: Yo. Who the fuck
got a pond?
Margarita: Right? Look around.
I'm screwed.
Don't let him take
your head out of the game.
You're fine.
Yeah. You're good.
Nicol: Margarita, can you
come with me, please?
Margarita: Yeah.
It should be quiet in here.
[Door shuts]
Hey.
-You came.
-Yeah.
Yeah, I--um...
[Paper rustles]
Margarita: Oh, no, Pap--Papa,
you really don't have to.
I should have never put
you in that position.
It's OK.
Thank you.
Woman: 10 minutes to showtime!
Margarita: Um, OK.
I--I have to go get changed,
but I'll see you after, OK?
Samuel: Yeah. Wait, wait.
I--I was just thinking maybe
the suit can fit
a certain,
uh, remorseful father.
Wistful music playing
My hair's in frame, right?
So, Margarita, how are
we feeling
about our final look?
Feeling like if I win
my family won't be homeless.
Oh, literally
such high stakes,
but I am glad we got to
have our coaching sesh.
Immigrant parents, am I right?
Yeah, actually, I kind
of owe my dad,
like, all of this, you know?
Oh, totally.
My grandparents are
from Paris, so I totally
know the struggle.
Gita: Margucya.
Emma: You better go.
Music continues
Balalaika and guitar join
keyboards
Margarita: OK.
Remember,
when you're out there,
you are wearing the garment.
The garment isn't wearing you.
Youngest first. Let's go.
Emma: It smells in here.
Nicol: Can we have the lights?
[Indistinct chatter]
All right. Everybody settle.
And action!
Jonathan: Oh, God.
Dinner and a show.
Emma: Stop!
Playing dark, funky song
Candy: Interesting.
I kind of like it.
Emma: I do, too.
Jonathan: Me, too.
Hip-hop beat playing
Man singing in Russian
Ayy!
[Cheering]
Emma: He's kind of hot.
Candy: That's your type?
Emma: Mm-hmm.
Candy: Oh.
Low droning
Dance music playing
Emma: Yes, Daddy! Take it off!
Jonathan: It's crass
and abrasive.
I love it!
Man singing in Russian
in low voice
[Cheering and applause]
Emma: You ate that, Papa.
Rapid beat playing
Woman singing in Russian
Candy: Hello, Margarita.
Jonathan:
She took what we said
and threw it back in our face.
Candy: Hmm.
Music continues
It's about false labels.
Jonathan: It's about freedom!
[Bird squawks in song]
Emma: Ooh!
Candy: Ooh!
Music continues
[Cheering and applause]
Music continues
Man sings in Russian
Nicol:
Deliberation time, everyone.
Party's over.
Judges, I need you in 5.
We'll wait up for you.
Suspenseful music playing
Oliver:
OK. Margarita or Jung-Soo?
Jonathan:
We could change their lifes!
Oliver: It's not that
much money, love.
Candy: I wonder what that
Bushwick girl is doing.
Oliver: Poor white girl,
rich Asian.
Jonathan: She has a story.
Oliver: Oh, shit.
[Overlapping dialogue]
Jonathan: This is hard.
Why am I here?
Candy: I just feel like
Jung-Soo...
Fuck!
Oliver: Designers, what a day.
Both presentations
felt profoundly ethnic.
You've made
our jobs very difficult.
Candy: Jung-Soo, I'd style any
of my clients in your work.
It has this finesse about it.
You're way before your time.
Suspenseful music playing
Jonathan: And, Margarita,
you are a true originale.
In you, I see a relentless
entrepreneur, not unlike me.
[Emma sighs]
And the winner
of "Slay, Serve, Survive,"
who will also be taking home
the $100,000 prize is...
Music stops
Hey!
The best man won.
Psh. Maybe the best,
but you're self-taught.
-Heh. Who taught you?
-Yeezy.
Now I just wait to see
if my parents
will even text me back.
Yikes.
Jonathan: What's your IG?
Margarita:
@deadstockoligarch.
Followed.
You are so fucking chic
and fucking random.
Bye, Jung-Soo,
if that's even your name.
Nicol: Jung-Soo, Axel needs
you for some social stuff.
Jung-Soo: OK.
You're gonna be
the fan favorite.
I have a sixth sense
for these things.
-You think?
-Yeah.
That freak flag flew today.
That's all the people want.
-Heh.
-Heh.
Soft electric piano
playing
-You know, Pop?
-Yeah?
Nerses: No? What happened?
Margarita: No.
Samuel: Ohh.
But you're still a brilliant
motherfucker, Margucya.
Margarita: Thank you. Aw.
[Nerses mumbles]
[Samuel speaks Russian]
Gita: What's happening?
What's happening?
[Samuel speaks Russian]
Music continues
Gita: Guys!
We won, Galinka.
We won the big dream!
Gita: You did!
Oh, my goodness!
Congratulations!
Music intensifies
Samuel: Hey!
Gita: I'm so happy!
So happy. Ahh!
Nerses: Ha ha ha!
Gita: I have surprise.
Margarita: Oh!
Gita: OK?
Nerses: Oh! Champagne!
[Laughter]
Gita: OK. For you.
Margarita: Spasibo.
-For you.
-Spasibo.
-For you.
-No, no, Mama.
Gita: Good boy.
Samuel: OK.
Gita: Opa!
Ahh! To me
for sacrificing everything,
everything to raise
A-plus designer.
Put that on my mausoleum, OK?
Samuel: I'm on it.
[Pop]
Gita: Aah!
Margarita: Aah! Whoo!
Nerses: Opa!
-It's fine.
-Thank you.
To you, my darling. To you.
[Kiss]
You are the best!
Love you.
Margarita: You.
Nerses: Cheers. Cheers.
Gita: Whoo! Ha ha ha!
OK. Sit down.
Tell me everything.
Margarita: OK.
Well, first of all...
incredible.
Gita: Incredible?
Margarita: No one could stop
talking about you.
Gita: Yeah? About me? Yes.
[Samuel speaks Russian]
Margarita: Model of the year.
You were walking, yes.
Naomi Campbell.
Gita: You are kidding.
Come on.
Margarita:
You're gonna be busy.
Gita: Thank you.
Samuel: Who was it?
Nerses: Dior.
[Indistinct chatter]
Uplifting music playing
Music fades
Guitar strumming
Oliver: Hi.
Margarita: Hi.
Oliver: It's been a whirlwind
few months for you.
Margarita: Truly.
Oliver: Wow.
OK. First things first.
How can I get my hands
on a pair
of these rubbish gloves?
Margarita: I'll put you on
a gifting list.
Oliver: Well, I have to ask
about dad?
My whole heart.
What's he doing?
How's he doing?
He's doing really powerful
spiritual work.
Samuel: Mind, soul,
spirit, repeat.
All: Mind, soul, spirit.
Oliver: And your hot brother?
What's going on with him?
Margarita: He's killing it,
as well.
Zack Bia: I got
some good news for us.
Very good news,
but first, a toast.
Nerses: OK.
Zack: Sometimes you.
Sometimes me.
-Always us.
-All right.
Music continues
Music fades
[Wind blowing]
Somber Russian music
playing
Shifts to dance beat
Music continues
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Music ends