Vince learns about his girl’s plans during a romantic dinner that turns dysfunctional. He protests her decision to return to porn. She says he’s being controlling. He becomes angry and mixed up and drops the “L” word — perhaps an “Entourage” first. They celebrate in porn-star style — a quickie in a public restroom.
Eric is still trying to convince Drama to sign on to star in the animated series “Johnny’s Bananas” (”The network thinks this could be the next Simpsons,” Phil Yagoda tells E). He gets nowhere until his assistant, Jennie, begins talking Drama off one of his frequent emotional ledges in her sexy British tones. After a little ego stroking and hand holding, Drama agrees to star even without having seen the big presentation that Lloyd and Phil Yagoda arranged. One Chase brother is out of his own way; one more to go.
The Turtle storyline is trying our patience, so we won’t try yours. In brief: Turtle oversteps his bounds again, the head of Avion gets angry again, Mark Cuban again cameos as an investor (Cuban, incidentally, is so awkward on screen that he’s not even believable in the role of Mark Cuban). Could “Entourage” executive producer Doug Ellin’s friendship with the real marketers of Avion be the reason this lame plot has wasted Turtle’s season? We think so.
As for Ari, things are just starting to cool down in king-of-the-world land when he finds out from Queen Latifah that his arch-rival, Amanda Daniels, is bringing the NFL team to L.A. now that the league has punted Ari. Poisonous rivalries trump family time, so Ari keeps his wife waiting for their dinner date while he stakes out Daniels’ office. He can hold off Mrs. Ari no more. At the restaurant, Ari swears that he won’t be thinking about business — he isn’t even carrying a Blackberry — but after spotting Daniels with some men a few tables over, he springs into action. Ari ducks into the bathroom where his assistant has hidden a BBM. He calls Daniels, then drops the cell in the toilet by accident. Back at the table, Daniels stops by the Gold table and Ari blows his stack.
He screams that he’s going to bury her for giving the tapes to Deadline Hollywood, and bury her even more for bringing his beloved NFL team to L.A. When he’s done panting and all the diners are staring at him, Daniels quietly lowers the boom. She didn’t send the tapes to Deadline; an angry assistant who once worked under Ari did. And she wanted to involve him in the NFL franchise — the men she’s dining with are league honchos but now that he’s publicly humiliated himself, that won’t be happening. Mrs. Ari is humiliated. See you both in couples therapy.
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