We open tonight's episode with a few scenic images of LA Beach and typical Los Angeles traffic, which transitions to the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Riley chases Jonah down Hollywood Boulevard while he talks trash until he reaches a magazine stand. They find the mag they're looking for and Jonah hurriedly tears through the pages to get to the centerfold with the spread of Riley, tastefully topless in jeans. Jonah holds it up triumphantly above his head. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is my fiancĂŠe!" to the passers-by who seem about as interested as we are. Just then, a bus passes by the with same ad plastered on the side. Oh, and that ad says, "Your ass is 100% organic. Why aren't your jeans?" Let that sink in for a while. Jonah decides to buy all the copies of the magazine the stand has.
WPK. Caleb looks over the proofs for the ad and compliments Riley's hotness to Ella who sits across his desk with a forced smile on her face. Caleb's able to sense the angst and instructs Ella to leave whatever feeling she has about this at the door tonight at the launch party. Launch party, eh? Ella says there's no place she'd rather be except Fallujah, having her fingernails ripped out. The lengths women go to for fashion; I do not understand.
Cut to high-heeled feet quickly walking, shot like tonight's episode is directed by Jonah's favorite director.
Cut back to Caleb telling Ella it's her job as Riley's handler to not let her out of her sight and make sure Riley's story reaches the masses.
Cut back to the feet. The shot makes its way up to purse level as heads begin to turn.
Return to Ella telling Caleb that Riley is an adult who doesn't need her care. Ella will simply enjoy the free champagne.
Back to legs that command the WPK peons to stand up at attention and straighten up their appearance.
Caleb tells Ella that she will do this despite her attitude. Orders straight from New York.
Heels climb the steps up to Caleb's office.
Defiant Ella: "Oh. Well you can tell New York that when we're looking for their opinion, we'll ask." That's what I'm sayin'. "Why don't you tell New York yourself?" the mystery woman asks from off camera, startling Ella. The shot goes back to the heel-clad feet and works its way up the body of Ms. Amanda Woodward. Ella's mouth hangs agape while she slowly stands up from her seat. Caleb is almost as shocked because he wasn't expecting Amanda to visit for another two weeks. Amanda likes surprises, she says, before looking down at Ella's outfit with a look on her face that says, "I shaved my ass for this?" Ella self-consciously does a double-take at her own outfit. Priceless. Amanda launches into criticism of Caleb's operation. He gets defensive, saying that he was brought in to revamp the office from the ground up and he's still establishing client relationships. He cites Anton V. "Anton V?" Amanda asks, "More like 'Anton Why?'" Good one, Amanda. She wants to know why they're spending so many "man hours" on a denim line. Emphasis on "man hours." Amanda already knows that Caleb's focus has "shifted from [his] client's assets to [his] client's ass." Who is this woman -- some sort of wordsmith? (Just kidding, old school MPers. I know who Amanda Woodward is.) Amanda fires Caleb outright. Shit just got real. "Take your bat and balls with you," she adds to the wound. Shit just got surreal.