It’s morning in the Twilight Lounge; Goldbrener has coffee, but Rosen forgot to bring donuts — perhaps because he’s completely unhinged after sitting for jury selection. Meanwhile, an Israeli company has invented the folding car and “Rich kid” Rosen is prepared to take the NFL by storm.
But in Hollywood, a toxic svengali is drawing prominent Jews into his orbit. And really,
…are svengalis good for the Jews?
They’re not good for anyone, but when they tap a mid-list Jewish TV actress and the daughter of one of the most prominent philanthropic Jews in history, it gets personal — and the boys go deep, exploring the risks of blind faith and humanity’s need for a savior. Beware self-help seminars, people; you could end up branded and starved.