( music playing )
( rooster crows )
( music continues )
- ( snoring ) - ( crows )
- Lucille! - ( gasps )
Are you kidding me?
How could you possibly sleep through your alarm again?
No, please, not today. I'm so tired.
- ( gasps ) - Ooh. Who the hell are you?
- I work in the kitchen. - Lucille: He works in the kitchen.
Well, don't you think you should probably head back to the kitchen, then?
Yes, ma'am.
( coin clatters )
Oh, don't look at me like that.
He brought me cake when I was lonesome.
I love cake.
Lucy, we cannot go through this
every single morning.
You are required to post.
Posting is what pays for this house.
- What is it today? - Today is hair tonic.
They'd like a picture of you holding their product
looking joyous amidst flowers on an ocean cliff.
The caption is "Blessed lifestyle."
What, you mean that pink stuff?
No, please, I hate that stuff. It makes me itch.
Well, today you love it. May I please begin the dance?
Fine.
Here, have some breakfast.
( music playing )
( groans )
( grunting )
Can you please smile?
You look like death and we're selling life.
But I feel like death. Why can't we sell that?
Because death is free.
Can you guys just shut the fuck up for, like, two seconds, please?
( music stops )
Thank you.
( music resumes )
( horse whinnies )
( whinnies )
I'm so tired of doing this day after day.
You can stop any time, Lucy.
You'd have to say good-bye to the countless little comforts
you've come to enjoy,
like your precious little hand-holder.
Mm-mm.
All right.
What will today's caption be attached to the post?
- You know that boy last night? - Mm.
He told me that the sun is a star.
Yes, and you are a star as well.
Ready to jot down that post, whenever you are.
And that stars burn out.
Without the warmth of the sun's light,
all living things on Earth will eventually freeze and die.
I love being appreciated.
I really do, and I am so grateful
to be blessed with this lifestyle.
But it's an imagined reality, Eliza.
It's an ultimately deceitful transaction, is it not?
Gold for lies, silver for smiles.
To what end?
If the only way to keep this horrible pantomime afloat
is to continue hocking hair tonic that makes me itch
and baby rhino tear lip gloss...
then I'm-- I'm quite sure I'd rather stop.
I'd rather be penniless and have the heart of a single soul
that loved me entirely and honestly
than have 100 million followers
that merely love the false reflection
of a dying star bouncing off my painted lips.
"Painted lips."
Well-said, as always, darling.
Now, if you'll just give me a moment.
Perfect.
Ooh.
Ooh, thank you.
Merchants. Smile, please.
Ah, Lucy, you look so beautiful today.
Would you consider posting about our new lip gloss?
It's harvested from the sniffles of an abandoned baby orca.
No, thank you.
Lucy, please, just a moment of your time.
This tea is guaranteed to help you lose weight.
I swear by it.
Side effects may include dry mouth, diarrhea, dizziness, achy limbs,
severe bloating, and homicidal thoughts.
We're very late. Thank you very much.
Lucy, I would do whatever it takes for you to consider
posting about our annual Festival of Fyre.
I have no idea what that is.
Call me.
Mm.
Look, all of you, this is not the place for this.
Please slide into my DMs.
Violet, take Lucy to her position.
( coughs )
That smells like shit.
Man: Okay, bring the ladder over here...
Good morning, Eliza. That's a lovely color on you.
Lucy's hair looks phenomenal, as always.
Here's the tonic and here's the payment.
Thank you, Mr. Pinkerton.
Your hair tonic is an essential part of Lucy's daily beauty regimen.
I'm so pleased.
Good morning, ma'am. The shutter release.
- Filter? - Mm, no filter.
Yep.
All right, everyone, it's time.
( crew chattering )
Lucy.
Selfie.
All right, boys, take it all down.
Let's get a move on. Come on, chop-chop.
Hey, give me a hand with this throne.
Good work, everyone.
Bring me the owler!
Ugh.
Owler, I need this owl to fly faster than he's ever flown.
Well, tell him, not me.
Owl, we are running late.
And in the time it takes to get there by horse,
we'll have missed the window of optimal posting time. Off you go.
Mm, another post.
- Like. - Like.
( phone rings )
Man: Mr. Pinkerton, what do you think of the video?
I love it. Tell them to post it.
Man: Yes, sir.
( music playing )