Minx (2022) s01e02 Episode Script

1
I'm sorry I was late, Miss Melons.
I promise it'll never happen again.
I'm sorry, can we take a short break?
I just have a tiny question.
Okay. Make it quick, Bambi.
- Blackboard's a rental.
- Right.
Just wondering, should I
really be punishing her?
Uh, yeah. That's kind of
the premise of the magazine.
No, I get that.
It's just that maybe she
was tardy for a reason.
Did anyone ask her? Maybe
there's trouble at home.
Sexy trouble.
These are the naughty
schoolgirls of Bad Girl High.
- They do bad stuff.
- Mm-hmm.
You spank their bottoms.
That's the whole story.
Typically, yes.
Uh, but maybe not in this instance.
Okay? Staci, please rise.
Hey, you can tell me.
Was there a reason that
you were late this morning?
Uh
Um
my dad was working late.
Right. 'Cause he's a cop
and he works the graveyard
shift with his partner, Rico.
Yeah. Yeah, and there was a shootout.
And Rico didn't make it,
so you were comforting your dad.
Well, since Mom died, I'm all he's got.
And for this she is getting spanked?
We should be supporting her,
not punishing her for her kindness.
Times they are a-changing, Phil.
Staci needs to be getting her degree
so she can bring this
compassion to the workforce.
I don't know what the
fuck you're talking about,
but this is the energy we need.
I'm trying to make an
important point here, Phil.
This isn't "Minx." We don't do points.
Stacy, bend over.
And, uh, lick the apple.
- Hey, Terri.
- Hi.
- Ooh, lookin' good, Joel.
- Ah, thanks, Joyce.
Great.
Oh, Alisdair. He got his fur washed.
- Hey. Carnal Coeds back in session, are they?
- I wish.
I'm somehow on the tenure
track at Bad Girl High.
Speaking of, if there's any way
I can be more involved at "Minx"
What happened to
centerfold coordination?
Well, turns out that's
a two-day-a-month job,
but I have 30 days of inspiration.
Well yeah, sure. What
do you have in mind?
Um, I could always do the, um
Or, um, you know the, uh
You know what? You just have a think
- and you let me know.
- Okay.
- Okay?
- Bonjour, ma belle.
- Bonjour.
- Guess what you get to approve?
Oh, my God, really? Already?
- How do they look?
- Oh, decent.
I think maybe next time
I'd go two stops darker.
But, uh, you tell me.
Oh, they're even better than I imagined.
Oh, thank God you think so too!
I love that we're saying
something, you know?
You see the pain in his eyes?
It's like he's
internalizing the harassment
endured by generations of women.
That's actually the moment
he found out what we're paying him.
- Oh, well
- Hey, kid.
- Yeah?
- You ready to go?
Yes. Been ready my whole life.
Just selling ad space for my magazine.
- He's taking you with him?
- Yup.
Culmination of a childhood dream.
No big deal.
It is a big deal.
- I'm here if you need me.
- Great.
Right on!
I'm not recognizing
a lot of these buyers.
What happened to the mission-driven
nonprofits I mentioned?
Oh, we need companies who
can actually give us money.
That's kind of how we
finance this operation
unless you wanna sell "Minx" for 49.99.
- I would pay that.
- Oh, cool. Well, that's one.
Oh, can we add the Feminist
Federal Credit Union?
Joycie, my ad guys did their homework.
These are all huge gets.
We'll be lucky if any of
these people want in, okay?
Don't be nervous.
Just be your classy Harvard self.
- Vassar.
- Whatever.
Women's liberation. What does it mean?
Well, I'll tell you what it means to me.
It means liberating women
from the $400 million
in disposable income
they spend every year.
Our format melds the precepts
of female emancipation
with mature but thematically
appropriate content.
We think of ourselves as
creating the female gaze.
Women are sexual, but
it starts with the brain.
You see, one issue of "Cosmo"
sold over 3 million copies in one month.
Why? 'Cause that good old Burt Reynolds
showed his hairy thighs.
Not your cup of tea, maybe not mine.
Who cares?
'Cause we're talking
about money a lot of money.
And I'm guessing that's what
So much flavor in one little box.
Wolfhagen.
Three beers takes me from bow to wow!
Yum-derwear.
A candy coating for that juicy center.
I'm telling you, Minx
is gonna give it to 'em
and we're gonna give it to 'em good.
Maybe two, but Pleasure Garden?
I mean, they're huge
and they never had a way
to market directly
to women. Now they do.
So 10, 15 ads that
alone pays for our book.
Kid, we're gonna wet the panties
of every chick in America.
Hey, where're you going?
The car is that way.
What's the problem,
Joyce? That went great.
The ads were an affront
to all womenkind.
And those products ball
gags and French ticklers?
What's the pr do you hate sex?
No. No! It's no.
I it's just it's it's
No. It's supposed to be private is all.
And it's just people like
me, we don't discuss
- vaginal lubricant.
- Don't be such a snob.
The world does not begin
and end in Pasadena.
Yeah. Our magazine might, though.
Okay.
If want a certain kind of reader,
we have to advertise upscale products.
Okay? We gotta lure
them in with pantyhose
and perfume things
that make them feel safe.
You think I never tried to
get Cadillacs and caviar?
Classy companies have never put their ad
across from a pair of titties.
And they're certainly not
going anywhere near a dong.
Yeah, no. Obviously not when
you talk about it like that.
Maybe it's better if I just speak with
the high-end buyers directly.
What?
What does she think she's gonna do?
Just cold call a shampoo company?
- Doug.
- I mean, I only
brought her along so that these
guys would know that I was legit.
Tin, she's like the, um
she's like the hood ornament, right?
But me, I'm the whole car.
- You done?
- No, I'm never done.
You know that. But go ahead.
It pains me to say this,
but they kind of liked
the hood ornament.
Pleasure Garden called. They want in.
- No kidding?
- But their in-house guys
don't know how to do an ad for ladies,
so they want us to spec it for them.
Joyce is gonna love this.
You jokers hit the jackpot on this one.
This ad is gonna write itself.
All hail Lucifer's Horn.
What's the deal with the double ends?
Those "Minx" chicks got
two fox holes or something?
It's for lesbians, Perry.
You know, the only women
not attracted to you.
Give me five minutes with 'em.
Five minutes seems about right.
There have to be better
advertisers than that.
Do you get who your audience is?
I mean, "Minx" is for sexually
liberated chicks, okay?
Yes, but our penis is for
political purposes, okay?
It's about shifting power
dynamics and gender reparations.
Kid, I hate to break it to you,
but you can't control
what readers are gonna do
with that fireman's schlong.
Some might even jerk off to it.
I don't have to help them do that.
And no one's asking you to.
I got my best ad guys on it.
Oh, my God.
I could have done anything with my life.
I did quite well on the GRE.
Oh, my God. It's as big as his thigh!
Oh, Pedro, more tea please.
Thank you so much. This is so cool.
I feel like a secret agent.
Yeah, well, it might
stay a secret forever.
Doug's ads, I'm telling
you, they could kill "Minx"
before it even gets off the ground.
I think you're overreacting. Thank you.
Oh, really? You do? Okay,
so would be comfortable
getting your nails
done, reading a magazine
- full of double dongs.
- Double doubles?
- Doubles, did you say?
- The Prigger sisters.
- Hi, Mr. Ross.
- Hello, Mr. Ross.
Oh, bacon.
Your generation of
ladies not afraid to eat.
- Oh.
- It does keep one alive.
My wife, she swears by half
a grapefruit each morning
and then on Wednesday,
she adds cottage cheese.
Well, I've seen Bitsy on the courts,
and she's looking incredibly trim.
Yeah. If only she had Joyce's forehand.
Oh, ha ha, well, she
more than makes up for it
with that nasty backhand of hers.
Oh, pancakes.
I see someone is treating themselves.
How dare they!
"On Thursdays I permit Bitsy
to loosen her girdle by one notch."
Oh, she sniffs two blueberries
and then downs a fistful of Dexedrine.
How does that fossil stay in power?
Mr. Ross has been
president here for, what,
- like, 30 years?
- Yeah.
He's the richest.
And all these men love to suck up.
You know it's not just tea
parties and tennis here, Joyce.
This is a place of business.
I bet there are people
here who could teach me
a thing or two about advertising.
You know, like, give
me the tools that I need
to convince Doug to let me do it my way.
Well, yeah, I mean, there's
more CEOs on the golf course
right now than this Doug fella
has met in his entire life.
Mr. Irving. Oh, I was so sorry
to hear about the tournament.
What happened to your
niece, it was a travesty.
She doesn't hold a candle
to you on the courts.
- Oh.
- You were like a gazelle.
- That is very sweet.
Um, while I have you
I'm in a new entrepreneurial venture,
and I'd love to pick your brain.
How do you make ad buys?
Is that agency based or is
that business to business?
I came here to relax, Miss Prigger,
not educate impudent young ladies.
Uh-huh.
What do you look for
in advertising partners?
Just a vague description would suffice.
It's a magazine with a penis.
That sounds very nice.
Yeah, thank you. Thank you so much.
- I like looking at pictures.
- Do you?
"While he's serving his country,
she's serving herself."
Vietnam? I don't know, guys.
Maybe we leave politics out of it.
Well, it's a cool gun though, isn't it?
Yeah. And she has a weapon of her own.
See the symmetry?
No, I got it. What's next, guys?
"No one will know your
dirty little secret."
Kinda shamey, right?
I mean, we want them to buy it.
- Yeah. Yeah.
- Okay. Uh
"When you don't have a ring,
it's the next best thing."
Okay, that's just mean.
Doesn't make it not true, though.
Guys, we don't wanna bully these women.
We wanna get them off.
Okay. We did have this one other one.
It might be a little closer
to what you're looking for.
- Let's see it.
- We were thinking
women love strength, right? Mm?
"Trust the machine."
All right. Thanks, guys. Great.
Well, that was a bust.
All they're willing to talk to me about
is my figure and my tennis game.
Oh, your forehand was a marvel.
But I guess they call it
a boys' club for a reason.
Oh, my God. What now?
- Uh, Miss Prigger, um
- Yeah, hi.
Little bird told me that you've been
conducting business on club grounds.
Yeah, I was trying to, anyway.
You boys make it look so easy.
Then I became aware that
you are marketing explicit
and scandalous content to young women?
I wouldn't call women's
liberation scandalous.
Well, you always were the club
rabble-rouser, weren't you?
I don't wanna be mean, Doug,
but these make me hate myself,
and I love myself.
These make me hate men.
And they kind of make me hate you.
- Oh, yeah. For sure.
- Please simmer down.
That's why I brought you guys in here,
to get a female perspective, right?
So I don't know. Bambi,
what would make you buy a vibrator?
I don't know I have a
whole drawer full already.
But, I don't know, maybe if
it tickled a little deeper
or if it went, like, a
Like a syncopation thing.
Or maybe if it played music.
Oh, also price is
important. I'm on a budget.
These are all really great.
Any ideas how to take that
brainstorm and put it on paper?
Um
No.
I guess I can't be a
magazine advertising person.
Guess who harpooned a whale!
Whoo!
Yeah!
And then he said, "I
personally find nudity
to be distasteful, but I
believe this venture of yours
will be popular with modern women."
And I think he meant
"modern" like an insult,
but I will take what I can get.
Beckley Cosmetics? I
never heard of them.
It's just one of Mr.
Ross' many holdings,
a fact that you would know
if you had researched upscale markets.
Beckley's market is the old folks' home.
- No one under 80 wears it.
- And they test on bunnies.
Oh, my God. Enough
with the bunnies, okay?
- All they do is shit and fuck.
- So do we.
How many ads is this guy buying?
We will know after our
pitch at the club tomorrow,
5:00 on the dot during
the Summer Soirée.
Great. Well, let me know how it goes.
Uh, y well, actually,
I I suggested to Mr. Ross
that he sit with you as well.
Just out of respect, you know,
so that we both have
a voice in the process.
He wants to meet your male publisher.
All right, fine. There
is a patriarchal mindset
amongst the establishment.
But that is exactly why
we need "Minx," okay?
It's to dismantle these
systems of oppression.
One lipstick ad at a time.
I wanna go on record and
say that this is bullshit.
It's a rich-girl-favor meeting
and I will come and I
will give it my best,
but if this doesn't work,
you're all in on the Pleasure Garden.
Your skepticism is my fuel.
- Ooh, we're shaking.
- Mm-hmm.
Saddle up, partners, we're
going to the "cunty" club.
- Um
- Well, if you're gonna
drag me to some lame party,
I'm bringing people who can hang.
Well, it's just they
won't have fun there.
Clubs are a gas.
JP Getty and I used to make love
on the golf course at Maidstone.
Mm. And I love mingling
with the colonizers.
Tins, you do love a raw bar.
Not as much as I love an open bar.
Oh. Wow.
The more the merrier, then.
Looks like the hood
ornament's driving the car now.
Joyce.
- Hello, Glenn.
- I, uh
I-I didn't think you'd be here.
Uh, well, I do still belong, so
Right. Um
Glenneth, where'd you put my wrap?
Joyce, this is this
is my friend, Kitty.
Kitty Lawson.
Oh, my God, of course.
Yeah. I used to
I used to babysit you.
When I was eight.
You pierced my ears with
an ice cube and a potato.
That's right. I did do that for you.
- The holes stretched.
- Oh.
My lobes are so delicate.
They might as well be made of gossamer.
- Emma!
- How are you?
We missed you at the croquet party.
Sorry.
I I hope this isn't
too awkward for you.
No. No.
No, it's not awkward for me at all.
No, um she needed a new sitter
when I went off to college anyway, so
You take care, okay? Nice to see you.
I asked for a Grasshopper.
Did you?
Oh, sorry, Kendra. It's taken.
This one's taken. Keep moving.
Oh, I didn't even
know you owned a dress.
- Taken.
- All right, Shelly.
You just need to calm down.
This is your first advertising pitch
and I just want it to be perfect, right?
Yeah, it will be.
Uh-uh. Can you not
see I'm standing here?
Roger.
Eileen, I love that dress.
Mm. So many shrimp.
Ooh, and the big ones, too.
What are you wearing?
What? You said "Dress for the occasion."
This looks like the
"Rich and Horny" wardrobe.
That's because it is.
Look, it was either this
or "Victorian Vixens."
Please excuse my
sister's lack of manners.
I think you look just fine. I'm Shelly.
- Oh, hey.
- Hi. Oh hi.
Hi. Shelly. Shelly.
- Shelly.
- Older or younger?
Someone's been brought up right.
- Well
- So, I gotta say, this place
is not as nice as I thought it would be.
- The hedges need pruning.
- Oh, that's 'cause it's June
and the wrens are still nesting in them.
I have the same problem at my chateau.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Let's get this show on the road.
Oh, good, I have a table
saved all right over here
Oh, the Coopers.
Hey, Dianne.
- L'Chaim.
- Oh.
Let's introduce you to Mr. Ross, okay?
Who gives a mare's
behind? They're bunnies.
What are we supposed
to do, test on humans?
A good point as always, Mr. Ross.
They're unhinged, these activists.
What's next, a ban on DDT?
Gentlemen.
I see you put your
face on for the evening.
Oh, I just wore a little
eyeliner, that's all.
This must be the famous Mr. Renetti.
It is. You have a
beautiful club here, sir.
Lovely hedges.
Yeah, well, they're a bit
unruly this time of year.
The ladies are quite up in arms
- about protecting the wrens.
- Oh, those ladies.
They have opinions about
everything these days.
- We do.
- They've made my business quite challenging.
- Oh, I bet.
- We feel we can help you.
You seem to have figured it out, hm?
60% growth in the last five years,
4 million circulation.
You've done your homework, sir.
Yeah, he has.
So that is why we believe
that "Minx" can really
help you because it is a platform
Okay. Okay. Enough of the chit-chat.
But maybe we should
get down to brass tacks.
Yes, I would love that.
- My thoughts exactly.
- Mr. Renetti,
let's adjourn to the lounge.
I hope you're a Cohiba man.
If you got 'em, I'll smoke 'em.
I'll see you later, then.
I mean, baby oil works
great as, like, a base,
but if you wanna be
really brown, you have to
add Crisco and then
spray yourself with Pam.
Honey, that's how I roast a ham.
And here I thought you were Portuguese.
No, no, no. I'm white as heck.
She's like a ghost really.
You know what, Bambi is so talented.
She can open beer
bottles with her teeth.
Pick up tissues with ropes of spit.
- Uh-uh.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yup.
- Wow.
- There it is.
- Are they all mouth related?
Well, my tongue was
clipped when I was two.
- Okay.
- I have a lot of party tricks
but not a lot of actual skills.
And working with your
sister is so amazing.
I mean, she cares about so many things.
- Yeah.
- I wanna make a difference.
You'll figure it out.
Eleanor Roosevelt started
out as arm candy too.
To Eleanor!
Yes!
Oh, my God. Your lives seem so fun.
All I do with my mouth is yell.
Can I interest you in a twilight swim?
Uh, I didn't bring my suit.
You don't need one.
Oh, you're kidding.
- Really?
- Yeah.
I gotta hand it to you,
you set a nice hook.
It was a pretty easy reel-in for me.
I mean, obviously I'm
no angling enthusiast,
but I think I can get what
that means from context.
He wants the inside cover
for some fancy skin line
and then a few half-pages
for, I don't know,
some eye-related goo. But he's in.
It looks like Cadillacs
and caviar are in play.
Au revoir, le double dong.
Oh, my God.
One other thing is, uh,
Mr. Ross wants me to toss
in a night with Bambi.
Uh, you're not suggesting
I am. In order to close the deal,
he wants a night with Bambi at his
I guess you could call it his
"fuck pad" at the Ravenswood.
But I will defer to you.
I'll let you decide if
those terms are acceptable.
Ha ha, very funny.
This is his address and the code
to get in the back entrance.
You could try it yourself,
just be prepared for a handsy old man
who probably only gets semi-hard.
I'm sorry, kid, but this card
is who these people really are.
This isn't music.
No, "The Great American Songbook,"
now, that is music.
No, poetry.
Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon
And under the sun
Hope I'm not interrupting.
Cole Porter is who you're interrupting.
I hear we're going to be in business.
You heard right, young lady.
Your partner, Mr. Renetti, got
a good head on his shoulders.
So is this the address we
should use for your contract?
All my life, you've
lorded over this club.
And I have had to listen to
your toasts and your agendas
and your archaic rules
about dressing modestly
and acting with decorum.
I don't know what you're insinuating,
but clearly, you have
misread the situation.
Oh, so you're not a vile misogynist
who makes a deal to have a human being
delivered to his bed?
It's all right, everyone.
It's just Miss Prigger
in one of her tizzies.
Yeah. Yeah.
And that was just Mr.
Ross' hand on my ass
when I was 12 years old and won
the Juniors Tennis Tournament.
You wanna know why I'm
never on the courts anymore?
It's because that ass grab made me quit.
Oh, none of you are gonna say anything?
You are an embarrassment.
It's a good thing your father
didn't live to see this day.
Ooh
Oh, my God. Oh, God.
Uh
You're fine.
God, I've wanted to do that for years.
I didn't even know you could
break three ribs at once.
Doug told me what he said,
so I gave it a little extra oomph.
- So a new talent.
- Ooh.
Jesus, Prigger.
Who knew you could throw a punch?
I can never come back to this place.
And I think I'm fine with that.
Hey, Joyce, when I, uh
when I met that man and
realized that he might actually
advertise in our magazine,
I'm not gonna lie to you, kid,
I got
I got really excited.
Yeah.
I mean, what, you don't
think I want to, uh,
I don't know, be in business with people
who've got real money?
Chum it up at The Palm
on somebody else's dime?
Yeah, that's not
that's not where we are, though.
No, but I believe we will be.
You and me together on our terms.
I like the sound of that.
Good.
'Cause I need you to
do something for me.
Oh, God.
There's so many textures and sizes.
Oh, this one has a very realistic vein.
Oh, I got an idea. How about, "Dildos.
When every other advertiser says no."
Can I ask a crazy question?
Is it really so bad to let
women know about sex toys?
What woman wants a sex toy?
I don't know anyone who uses them.
- Uh, yes you do.
- Oh?
- Oh.
- Yeah, it's the only way I can, um
get to the end, per se.
So not with Lenny?
No, I mean, sex feels
nice, but I just
I need something to
push me over the edge.
For a long time, I thought there
was something wrong with me.
If I'd been aware of
these, um helpers,
you know, when I was first married,
it might have saved me a lot of tears
and a scary trip downtown
with a wig and glasses.
I had no idea.
Yeah, well, we don't talk
about this kind of stuff.
Well, maybe we should.
Yeah. Okay.
Uh, what's your favorite
way to masturbate?
Oh, my God, no.
Excuse me, Miss.
I just told you some
very personal things.
Things only my hairdresser knows.
No.
I d I don't do it, anyway, so
Not really. So it's just, you know
It makes me feel, um
Ugh. It's dumb.
So the only way you can get pleasure
is when you're with a man?
That's not very feminist, Joycie.
I mean, what would Gloria Steinem say?
I hope if I ever meet Gloria Steinem,
we are not talking about masturbating.
And I very much hope that you are.
She probably has a few
tricks up her sleeve,
you know?
All right, I'll see you later.
Use this one. Level 4. Okay?
Ahh.
Ahh!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Holy moly!