"So I'm thinking of letting you intern as a host" -- Tommy smiles joyfully, it's nice -- "but you gotta do this on your own time, and it cannot interfere with your time as a dealer." Which right there? Is a land mine for Monique to do with what she will. It's so vague. I actually pray that Tommy screws this up on his own, without just handing the keys to her in the first day or so like I'm sure he will. Tim the Man-Tool Poster fakely says he's going to need to talk to..."oh yeah, John Sunstrum," and they both laugh toolishly. If I were Tommy? I wouldn't let my dad's name come within a mile of this conversation, but we've already seen that he considers Sunstrum père a resource in this venture, so whatever. "No one knows this racket better than your dad," Tim says. Tim? Don't say "racket." He refers Tommy to John about getting started on the internship. There's a bit of sadness in Tommy's eyes as he realizes that Monique's unspoken accusations might just be a teeny bit justified. "When do you work again?" Tim asks, to close out the meeting. "I'm going down right now," Tommy answers, meaning now-ish. Outside the elevator, Tommy immediately calls John with the exciting news. We watch his feet shuffle in a cute little happy dance. "It went perfect, man." Oh, Tommy. You're giving me the old Lady Heather again: "Girl, you are fucked."
Asshole Thunderdome -- also known as Monique's Pit -- commences. Having changed out of his big-boy suit, Tommy comes running in. Of course Monique's there waiting for him, and of course she's up his ass before he's close enough to be seen clearly. "Come on, Tommy!" she has to yell, since he's not close enough yet to address professionally. She does that bullshit can you believe what I put up with looking-around thing she does for the cameras. He walks in apologizing, so I'm thinking he's like half an hour late or something. He's totally not. Also? Having a meeting with the owner of the entire enterprise, even if it runs long -- I've always thought, at least -- should get you a bye. Monique cranks her sick little head open so we can see inside, and it's not that cool in there: "You know what, Tommy?" she purrs scarily. "Just because you wore a suit today, does it really give you the right to be eight minutes late?" WHOA! So much going on there. First of all, I'm pretty sure she knows where he was, and probably even what the meeting was about, since I sincerely doubt his ability to keep mum about his future aspirations in front of her. So it's patent bullshit to get in his face about the eight minutes he just spent with Tim. Secondly, it's eight minutes. I believe in punctuality as strongly as I believe that Matt "Velvet" Dusk is good inside, but eight minutes? That's a mean look, not a full-on speech. And the whole thing about how the suit -- on which she has already remarked once -- doesn't confer certain rights on him? What does that mean? Does she think that people wearing suits think that way about themselves? I don't even get all the levels here, I think. She's that nuts and obsessed with him. AND THE SUIT!