Carolyn enters the Yahoo! And Whatever All-Star Benefit intensely, and Rebecca welcomes her, intensely, and they talk as Carolyn stares at everything but her. Rebecca talks about how they've got "Yahootinis" with purple sugar on the glass and these really loathsome blinking purple ice cubes, and Carolyn stares around at all the Yahoo! crap, the screens everywhere screaming Yahoo!, and asks the obvious question, which is, "What do you have for the AIDS foundation?" And Rebecca's like, "…This sign." It's like an Eddie Izzard skit. "Oh, and Jake Glaser is going to be speaking." Carolyn interviews that the point of the event, after all, is to entertain the Yahoo! clients, and but also to raise money for the Glaser Pediatric AIDS Foundation, and thinks that maybe Rebecca "might have missed the boat a little on this." She tells us it's still "early in the game," and that she hopes Rebecca has some ideas, and makes these hmmm faces at Rebecca that are totally scarifying.
What Carolyn Says Next: I'm not going to keep you…
Trans.: Get the hell away from me. We're done here.
What Rebecca Says Then: Okay! Help yourself to something nice!
Ten years of Trump getting in his helicopter, Trump sitting dyschezically in his helicopter, Trump arriving some place in his helicopter. Randal runs out to meet him, looking freaked, and tells us that basically the last thing you want is Trump running around unescorted, and it's funny because the way he says it, what he means is that it would be rude, but it semantically could also mean that you don't want him fucking things up. We'll see in a sec why this is funny. On the way into the building, Trump's like, "You think the weather was bad enough?" and Randal replies that most of the celebs "didn't want to play in this weather," for which Trump cannot blame them, and then Randal starts in on "I have some bullet points for you." He shows Trump all these materials and documents about which Trump kind of couldn't care less, and finally Trump just actually gets bored and jumps up and walks away, and Randal has to quickly gather his stuff together and follow. It's an interesting juxtaposition there: Carolyn leaving Rebecca to work and do her job and stuff, while Trump gets the babysitting treatment from Randal. Which, speaking from a place lacking bias, neither of them really has the right idea, because in both cases they're working from a base where they just want the client to stop screaming at them, but while Rebecca assumes that Trump, Carolyn, whoever, can fend for themselves, Randal wants to shake and hold the hands of everyone possible. That's so biz dev, and one of the main things I've not really enjoyed about Randal -- he's definitely more interested in what Trump/client/whoever wants to say, but there's a downside about that where you're forced to delegate a lot more. Net result, in Randal's case, is watching Mark toil and bother while you're getting a load of pointless shit from Outback guy or from Singer, for example, with your mouth hanging open at being criticized the whole time.
Thom Filicia! I'm so stupidly in love with him, the idea of him, the nerdy pot-smoker laugh, the whole thing. No idea why. Wish it were otherwise, frankly. So Randal gives this speech with that Annie Lennox emo music about how autism is an epidemic, and we cut to six shots of wondering and touched faces and Randal saying not really anything. Mark interviews that Randal is a veritable "rock star for autism," which I totally thought that was the guy from the Vines, but then he gets all poetic and loveable: "In a carnival atmosphere, you see a man committed to autism," he says, and that it was "very moving" and that Randal "did an outstanding job." Randal talks about hearing about mothers and fathers of kids who grow up without the ability to say "I love you" to their parents, and...I'm not made of stone. Thumbs up on Randal there. This whole bit is kind of Frankenbyted around, I think, because we cut to Jerry O'Connell, bored, and then somebody who's touched and smiling, and then Trump, bored, with a big dumb baseball-headed mascot dude off to the side, and then this ridiculous dead guy with insanely stupid Goth hair floating like a ghost before the riot of color that is the Outback sign, looking Photoshopped from a Joy Division bootleg video (not to mention imminently slappable), and then lots of people clapping.