"How bad is it?" Lisa asked, as her publicist perched herself on the edge of the hospital bed and pulled out a laptop.
"Why don't I just show you the clip," Rosé responded.
Jennie stood in the doorway, looking at the two of them uncertainly. Should she leave the room? She had the strangest feeling that she'd just been dismissed.
"You're probably going to want to see this too, Jennie," Rosé called over her shoulder. Lisa looked up and held out a hand towards Jennie. Not dismissed, then. Jennie went over to the bed and took Lisa's hand, letting her draw her to a spot by the head of the bed where they could both see the laptop screen.
Rosé clicked the video, and the screen was filled with a shot of two paramedics knocking on Lisa's front door. The door opened, and Jennie was clearly visible in the doorway, dressed only in a towel. Rosé paused the clip as the camera zoomed in for a close-up.
"Oh my God," Jennie said, pressing one hand to her mouth in horror.
Lisa glanced up at her. "Could be worse."
"How? I'm in a towel, Lisa."
Lisa smirked. "You look pretty good in a towel."
Jennie glared at her, and Lisa flashed her a grin. "Hey, at least you remembered the towel," Lisa said. "Things could have gotten really pornographic."
"Oh my God," Jennie said again, burying her face in her hands. "This is on every channel?"
Lisa addressed Rosé. "So she's in a towel. What's the big deal?"
"You haven't heard the rest," Rosé said, advancing the clip a few frames and then clicking it again. "They have the 911 tape."
Jennie looked up. The shot of her opening the door had been replaced by footage of Lisa being carried out of the house on a stretcher. She heard her own voice on a staticky phone line, talking to the 911 operator, with the text of the conversation transcribed at the bottom of the screen.
Dispatcher: 911. What's your emergency?
Jennie Kim: Help! I need an ambulance!
Dispatcher: Please tell me your location [Pause] Ma'am? Ma'am, are you there? I need an address.
Jennie Kim: [Unintelligible]
Dispatcher: Can you say that again, please?
Jennie Kim: 3120 Ledgewood Drive in Hollywood. Please! Please hurry-
Lisa sucked in her breath with a hiss as Rosé paused the clip again. "Shit," Lisa said.
"I don't understand." Jennie was looking back and forth between the two of them. "How do they even have the tape? Does 911 just give out tapes like that?"
"They didn't get it from 911, dear," Rosé responded.
Jennie looked at her in confusion.
"Let me guess," Lisa said. "You used the leaky phone?"
"The leaky phone?"
"The number I give people when I don't trust them not to leak it to the media," Lisa explained. "That phone's been hacked by every gossip reporter in town."
Jennie shook her head. "I called from your cell phone. You're telling me you have two different cell phones?"
"Lisa has three different cell phones," Rosé said. "The real phone, the leaky phone, and..."
"... the bat phone," Lisa completed Rosé's sentence.
Jennie looked at Lisa with widened eyes. "Is that supposed to be a joke?"
"Nope." Lisa shook her head.
Jennie raised her eyebrows at Lisa. "Because I could swear it sounded like you just tried to tell me that you're actually Batman."
Lisa chuckled at Jennie in spite of herself. "I didn't say I'm Batman. I said I have a bat phone. It's the phone I never turn off, no matter what. For calls I can't miss. Only three people have the number."
"Let me guess," Jennie said, tilting her head at Rosé. "She's one of them?"
"Rosé has it, yes. And my personal assistant, Jackson."
"And the third person?"
"My mom," Lisa replied.
"So the cell number you gave me - that was the leaky one?"
"No," Lisa said, putting a hand on Jennie's arm to reassure her. "I gave you my real number."
"Well, this is really lovely, you two." Rosé looked up at them from the computer screen where she'd been typing as they spoke. "Let me just go put on the tea kettle and we can make a whole afternoon of it..."
Jennie furrowed her forehead uncomprehendingly. "Tea?"
"She's being sarcastic, Jennie."
"I don't understand."
