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And tonight,
on Hunt for the Truth,

a shocking development
in the school bus scandal

that cost
two children their lives.

I have uncovered new information

about the lowlife responsible
for this horrible accident,

school bus driver
Ray Pennington.

Mr. Pennington, how do you
respond to the allegations

that you were driving erratically
the morning of the accident?

I drove the way I normally do.

I... I didn't do
anything improper.

That man, Ray Pennington, was being
treated for severe mental illness

at the time of the accident.

Friends, you have
to ask yourself,

do you know who's driving
your kids to school?

Joining us is psychiatrist
Dr. Bill Pratt. Dr. Pratt,

isn't it true that psychiatric
medications greatly impair

- a person's driving ability?
- Dad?

I thought we agreed you weren't
gonna watch this whack-job anymore.

Dad?

Dad?

Daddy?

Daddy! Dad!

Daddy? Dad?

Dad, can you hear me?
Dad? Dad!

Dad? Dad?
Dad, can you hear me?

No! Dad, wake up! Dad!

The doctor said
I got to him just in time.

- No charges were brought against your father?
- No.

It was ruled mechanical failure.
The police completely cleared him.

Right. Of course that wouldn't make
for a very good story, would it?

Well, the accident was a tragedy
and everyone was devastated,

but nobody pointed a finger at Dad until Monica
Hunter decided to make him her latest villain.

Look, I'm sorry to bring this up, but we
need to know, what about the mental illness?

When my dad got out
of the first Gulf War,

he was given antidepressants
for post-traumatic stress.

He hasn't taken them
in 14 years.

She made up lie after lie.

Here's what we can do. We can probably
get you enough money to save the house

- and pay for medical bills...
- We aren't interested in money, Mr. Ford.

This woman took
my father's self-esteem.

She took his reputation.
She took his good name.

That's what he needs back.

- I...
- All right, yeah.

We'll see what we can do.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Sure.

I wanna take the lead on this
one. I wanna do what you do.

Yeah, listen, I know breakups
can be very difficult, Sophie.

Whoa. That's not
what this is about.

I know that you have this need to
be in control right now, you know.

- I don't have any such need.
- But you can't project that onto the con.

Excuse me? This, coming from the
man who spent an entire year drunk,

working out his obsessive
vengeance on every dimwit

in a suit who happened
to cross our line of vision.

Hey, you put some thought
into that one, didn't you?

You know, I'm not tryin'
to control the universe

just because some guy dumped me.

I...
I appreciate the concern.

I just...

I need a new challenge.

OK.

This is your job.

Thanks.

Now...
let's go get this bitch.

Oh, boy.

The rich and powerful,
they take what they want.

We steal it back for you.

Sometimes bad guys
make the best good guys.

We provide... leverage.

Now, we've stolen a lot of odd things before,
but how do we steal back a man's reputation?

We get the network
to issue a complete apology

and utterly disavow
Monica Hunter's story.

- What?
- Yeah, Sophie's gonna be doing this one.

- What?
- Yeah.

Yeah. I'm gonna be Nate on
this one, only, you know, nicer.

But if you're gonna be Nate,
then who's gonna be you?

- You.
- Me?

I don't mean to obsess about the
last time Sophie ran a con, but...

I'm sorry, where we had
to blow up the offices.

- Really? Because I don't remember that.
- I do.

- Um, Hardison, just run it.
- Look, you don't mind,

I thought I would still do
the "Hardison, run it" thing.

Hardison, run it.

- Monica Hunter's
Hunt for the Truth

has been a top show in her time
slot for the last eight years.

She calls it an expos� show. Each
episode includes three elements:

Incriminating documents,
embarrassing footage of the subject

and an expert to make it legit.

Now, she mixes this all
into one hatchet job

on some poor citizen,
turning him into the bogeyman.

Doesn't matter whether
or not they're guilty.

If the victim tries to sue, the
network just buries them in lawyers.

Yeah, she demonizes perfectly
innocent people for ratings

and stands behind the network
thinking they're gonna protect her.

- We're gonna sever that relationship.
- How?

We're gonna get her to go on air with a
fake story that just destroys her reputation.

Like when you find
a crooked cop, you know,

- all his cases go right out the window.
- Exactly.

And then to protect themselves, they
issue an apology to Mr. Pennington

and then they throw Monica Hunter
into the jaws of the very media machine

that she bent
to her own malicious will.

Wow. I gotta say, Sophie's
briefings are much more dramatic.

- And poetic.
- You see, what we need to do though,

what we need is, we gotta
sell her a fake news story

that she can't refuse. That's what we
gotta do, because what does she have?

She has fame. She has money.
What does she need?

She...

Sorry.

What does she have?
She has fame. She has money.

What does she need?

Respect.

Yeah, she's a joke
among serious journalists.

Look, these are emails from her agent
and internal memos from the network.

See, every time
her contract's up,

she tries to go and get
a job on a serious news show,

- but she gets laughed out of the room every time.
- We can't sell her respect.

But we can sell
a story that commands respect.

A story that she's gonna chase
to get the respect she craves.

Hm? Pack your bags, everyone.

We're going to D.C.
to make news.

That's when you wanna...

I wanna do that bit again.

Pack your bags, everyone.

We're going to D.C.
to make news.

She's walking into the closet.

Friends, join me tomorrow as we
hunt for the truth in your own home.

Which of your household
appliances is killing you?

It's not the one you think.

And we're... out.

Nice show, everyone.

- We have to bump this.
- What idiot made this coffee?

- I got the pass. Easy.
- Parker, we went over this.

You're not supposed
to take it. Get caught with it.

I don't
know how to.

Yeah, I know it's
difficult to steal badly.

Just... just try.

I need this yesterday.

What am I paying you for?
You can't make a cup of coffee.

Incompetence.
I'm surrounded by incompetence.

Oh.

What the hell are you doing?

Cindy MacAllen,
Caspergale Nightly News.

Caspergale?
How'd you get in here?

That's your cue.
Go on. Leave now.

Apparently, I have to go.

Hey. Hey. I will have you
arrested for trespassing

if you do not tell me
what you are doing here.

Technically, you can't
have me arrested for trespassing

because you don't
own the station.

Parker,
tell her the story.

I have a story.
A huge story.

- Pentagon.
- Right.

There's a high-level source at
the Pentagon that's evading me.

So you were gonna sneak in
using my press credentials?

Yes.

Tell me the story.

No. I can't.

Tell me,
or tell the police.

I have a story that
will bring down...

...the president
of the United States.

I have to warn you about my
source. He doesn't like strangers.

Strangers? I'm Monica Hunter.
I'm in 41 markets.

Monica Hunter,
meet Wade Perkins.

I told you don't
bring nobody here.

They can't know that we know.
Not now.

- I'm out.
- No, I know how this looks. Just hear him out.

OK. Three minutes.

Tell me a story that'll
bring down the president.

The presi... the president,
man, the president

said he was gonna close down
Guantanamo Bay. He lied.

Guantanamo is being replaced
by a network of secret prisons

right here
in the United States, man.

These are satellite photos of
vacant military installations

across the country. Empty
missile silos. Closed bases.

Places we've abandoned
since the end of the Cold War.

Suddenly, three months ago, the photos
were taken off-line and classified.

Until
I cracked the encryption.

See, this... here... here's what the
government doesn't want you to see, man.

Come. Look. This...

Construction sites
working around the clock

installing generators
and water filtration systems.

And... and...
and fully-stocked kitchens, man.

There's a word for that.
It's called government pork.

Oh, no. All this construction
is goin' on underground.

Under, beneath the eyes.
The eyes of the world, man.

They don't want you to see.
Congress doesn't know,

governors don't know, Red Cross,
ACLU, National Geographic.

Nobody knows, man. Nobody, man. They're
puttin' terrorists in your backyard.

Terrorists under your backyard.
"Hey, little Billy, go outside.

Dig in the sandbox. Ooh, klang. What'd
ya find, little Billy? What'd ya find?

It's a terrorist. It's a
bunker full of terrorists, man. "

Bunker, man.

What other sources do you have
besides tin foil hat over here?

Hey, hey, hey, man.
Bein' a tin foil hat,

that's better than bein' a lap
dog for the four corporations

that control the
global media, man.

General Mark Chesler at the
Pentagon is running this program.

He's been ducking me.

That's why I needed
your credentials.

OK.

Call me tomorrow. We'll hit
the general in the morning.

- That's what I'm talkin' about.
- All right.

And the cameraman.
The usual setup.

I must say, Monica,
I'm proud of you

- helpin' out this young reporter.
- Don't be silly, Steve.

Once I've got her sources, I'm kicking
Strawberry Shortcake to the curb.

The story is all mine.

Hunter's hooked.

Our mark has a story and
a source. We halfway home.

Now, for the hard part.

We need to steal a general.

No, it's,
"Let's go steal a general. "

- You know, it's a rallying cry.
- Yeah.

"We need to steal a general. "
It's a little naggy.

It's kinda like, "We need eggs,"
you know? "We need eggs. "

"We need eggs!" You know?

No, I'm just tryin'
to give you a little...

You see what you did.

Eliot, these conspiracies
aren't real, right?

What do you mean?

Like that one over there
that says all the major wars

of the past 50 years were
ordered by members of The Council.

Parker, I'm not at liberty
to discuss that with you.

You're not a member
of The Council, are you?

Eliot?

- Is he?
- Oh, I don't know.

Huh?

Uh, Nate, is he?

Meeting adjourned.

General Chesler, I'm from
Senator Ruden's office,

and he needs to speak
with you immediately.

Uh, they are about
to put a spike

in the XJ-12
Armored Vehicle Project.

I'm just relaying the message. I
don't even know what that is, sir.

It's the last eight years
of my life, that's what it is.

Yes, sir. Uh, the senator would like
you to meet him in his office, ASAP,

and bring the
latest XJ-12 files.

- I don't have them on me!
- Don't have 'em.

Yeah, right here, call your secretary
and have her meet you there, pronto.

Again, I'm just relaying the
senator's words. They're not mine.

Pamela, stop what
you're doing right now,

and grab the following files.

- Sir.
- Sir.

Is she gonna buy this?

Hardison changed
the general's profile online.

When she's on camera,
Monica only looks at Monica.

- Parker, what's your 20?
- Seconds away.

Shouldn't we have called first
to schedule an interview?

Schedule a...?
Ah, skipper,

you're not covering the Tulip
Festival for the Action News anymore.

- This is the real world.
- What if he won't talk to us?

- Then we celebrate.
- Celebrate?

Denial means guilt.
Refusal means more guilt.

Punch out my cameraman,
and I'll kiss you on the mouth.

Mm-hm.

I knew it.
You've got a shadow.

- What?
- Means you're being followed.

Means there's
some meat on this bone.

All right, we're rolling.

My friends, we are outside the
office of General Mark Chesler

to discover the truth about
America's secret prisons.

What's going on here? Who the
hell let you in this building?

General, who is being held in
the secret underground bunkers?

I am late to a meeting.

Then you don't deny
that these prisons exist.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

So how long have you been in
charge of the prisons, general?

Here, take this.

Watch the door.

This is it. Construction memos for
the sites in the satellites photos.

All classified. Cell requirements
are eight square feet per bed.

They are prisons.

- We've got our proof.
- Yes.

Fair enough.

You bring that crackpot source of
yours down to my studio right now.

I'm gonna obscure his face, disguise his
voice. Refer to him as my secret informant.

Do you have any idea what this
story might mean for democracy?

Whatever. I just
wish I could see the faces

of those bastards
at the Times and the Post

when they find out they've gotta
chase a Monica Hunter story.

My story, too, right?

Hey, make sure
to set the TiVo.

I wanna see how I look
with the fuzzy dot on my face.

Well, just don't
push too hard.

- What? I'm...
- Bury her.

Three,
two, one, Monica.

Friends,

is your baby-sitter running a call
girl ring while you're at work?

Watch the shocking
nanny cam footage tonight

on Hunt for the Truth.

And cut.
Nice show, everyone.

- Hardison. Hardison, go in.
- Got it, got it.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, chief.

- What happened to the prison story, man?
- Renfield, Betsy Wetsy.

I'll admit I was tempted.
I figured here's my chance

to finally stick it
to the D.C. press corps.

But then I got to work
and I read these.

Nielsen Media.
These are your ratings?

On Monday, I had suburban teens
in secret pregnancy pact.

Number one in the time slot. Then
Wednesday was my Social Security show:

"Will Your Safety Net
Be There When You Retire?"

I lost to the Discovery
and History channels.

Sharks and Nazis. Now granted, sharks
and Nazis are cable TV's heavy hitters,

- but that's no excuse.
- But this is a national scandal.

No, a scandal is whatever
scares Monica Hunter's viewers.

Now, who are they gonna put in
those secret prisons? My viewers?

No. They're gonna
put bad people in there.

Secret government prisons make
Monica Hunter's viewers feel safer.

My job is to sell the morons
a steady diet of scary.

They want a reason
to lock their doors.

Fear sells,

and Monica Hunter
is in the fear business.

Don't you understand?
If we get to someone else,

you'll be missing out on
the opportunity of your life!

Listen to us!
Everything's at stake!

Thank you.

What are we gonna do now?

All right, she wants fear...

...that's what we'll give her.

This is how it starts.

- Go for Hunter.
- Monica, it's Cindy MacAllen.

There's more to this than we
thought. The general called me.

- Large latte.
- Look, Cindy, I told you,

there's no Hunt for
the Truth story here.

Please,
I'm right outside.

Give me just two minutes.

It's big, Monica.
It's bigger than we thought.

Oh. Oh.

Move.

Don't stop. Come on.

- They ran her over.
- I know, but we gotta go.

Security cameras, the ATM
cameras, the traffic cameras.

We're being watched. Just put
your head down. Act natural.

Why are you
dressed like a mailman?

Invisible man, mailman, nobody notices
the mailman. He blends right in.

Just like a circus clown. Wait,
wait, did... did she tell you?

- The general called.
- Yes. He called last night.

He wants to meet. Had a bad case of
the sweats and a guilty conscience.

What's this all about?

Something worth
killing her over.

Is it a big enough
story for you now?

Where the hell are we?

No windows. No cameras.
No crowds.

It's the perfect place to meet.
Now, look, look, look.

Do you want the truth
or not, man?

Miss Hunter. Where's MacAllen?

MacAllen had an accident.
Right in front of me.

They're cleaning
up the loose ends.

Not the ends, man. Not the ends,
man. I like beginnings of stuff.

Trimethylxanthine. I'll try
and see if I can get ya some.

- Trimethyl what?
- It's an antidote.

The CIA came up with it in '73
during the Tokyo Intervention.

Antidote to what?

Well, there's
been an incident.

An incident?

Don't spin me, general.

I'm Monica frickin' Hunter,

and I am on
a hunt for the truth.

Three weeks ago,
there was a breach

at one of our weapons
research labs outside of D.C.

Something got inside the water.

- It's in the water. I always knew it was in the water.
- Will you shut up?

A virally replicating
chemical nerve agent.

A nerve gas.
Dissolves in the water.

- Spreads like a disease.
- No.

No, we would have heard from the
hospitals, people coming in with symptoms.

It takes a while for it to rise
to toxic level in the human system.

People should start
getting sick any day now.

I don't understand. What does this
have to do with the secret prisons?

She thinks
they're prisons?

Out here's the prison!

They're shelters
for the elite.

Environmentally sound
safe houses

with their own
re-filtering water supply.

Good for two years
of underground living.

Even though I think we'll
only need about six months.

If you think the American
people are gonna stand by

and watch while thousands of
D.C. residents get sick and...

Thousands? Thousands?

You don't get it, man?
It's in the water.

Once it's in the
condensation cycle,

it starts gettin'
in rain clouds and raindrops

and rain that keep falling, man.
It's not raining men, man.

It's raining death.
It's raining death, man.

In a couple of days,
being in one of those bunkers

will be the only safe place
in the entire country.

I still need more proof.

It's all in the file that
MacAllen took. The Red File.

They stole that file
off of her body.

You have other sources.
Use 'em.

The project
is code-named Destiny.

It's up to you, Hunter. It's up
to you to warn the American people.

Now, go hunt for the truth!

We totally went to the moon.

Movie sets. I've seen 'em.
They're outside of Albuquerque.

Why would there
still be sets there?

Because they're gonna reuse
'em for the Mars mission.

Repaint it all red.

Ooh, peppermint.

Are you sure it was cool
to let her loose?

She has to have corroboration
from her own sources.

She has to craft the narrative.

Monica Hunter has
to be the author

of her own personal nightmare.

Do I sound that creepy
when I...?

- Hell yes.
- Mm-hm.

- Really?
- You do.

The only question
is whether Hardison

- guessed her sources right.
- Guess? Guess?

- Well, you know.
- Woman, my name Alec Hardison.

I do not guess, OK?
Look, journalists, they're lazy.

They always go back
to the same sources.

I compared Monica Hunter's
stories for the last ten years

and created a heuristic model
based on her sources.

I filtered by story type,
priority and evidentiary chain.

Look, sex scandal: 87 percent
chance she goes to these sources.

Serial killer scare: 90 percent she
contacts these sources for confirmation.

Government secrets
and health scare intersects:

Ninety-five percent chance
she goes to these sources.

Look, look. Right there. She's
emailing them right now. Look.

I am answering for them.

"I can neither
confirm nor deny

the existence
of Project Destiny. "

See, now all of her cell phone calls to
these sources go straight to voicemail.

Leaving her no choice but to
contact the one and only source

that we let her speak to.

- Yeah, I can do that. Sure.
- Thanks a lot.

Congressman.

Ah, Monica!
My favorite journalist.

- What can I do for you?
- I need you to tell me the truth.

- Of course.
- About Destiny.

Now, here on the main stage,
let's give it up for Destiny!

- I bought you a car, baby!
- Thank you, baby.

Ooh!

Give me that.

Who told you about Destiny?
You can't tell anyone!

That would be the end!
The end of everything!

It's true.

Monica, we're shooting promos.
Get made up.

Monica.

No. It's everywhere.
It really is everywhere.

This is
studio security footage

from three hours ago.

Now, that's
what I call control.

Yeah, we might've,
uh, pushed too hard.

Please.

It's me,
Monica Hunter.

Are you there?

Let me in.

Oh, thank God! You're the only one I
can trust to help me get this footage.

- Some footage, man?
- I need you to take me to one of the bunkers now.

We need video proof. We are
gonna blow this wide open.

- All right, I'm...
- Come on. Let's go.

- Too much.
- A little bit.

Here?

Hold.
Hold, hold on.

Hold on.
Hold on a second.

OK. All right, your
satellite photos have something

that will pass as a bunker
at the Army Reserve base.

I'm right behind ya.

There's nothing in there but tank
parts. Just get the footage and run.

And Nate's right behind you. He's
gonna pick you up and do the blow-off.

OK.

Well, there you go.

We're not close enough.

Shoot me.

This is Monica Hunter coming to
you from a secret military base

just outside
of Washington, D.C.

with the most shocking
Hunt for the Truth ever.

You...!

Oh!

Sergeant!

Sir, yes, sir!

- Hey!
- Ow!

- Hey, Hardison. Hardison, what's...?
- Move in there now!

Oh!

This is U.S. Army!

Don't move! Drop the camera!
Hands in the air now!

Glass half full.

She really buys
the bunker story.

Listen, you don't have
to pretend with me.

I know.
I know about the bunkers.

Ma'am, there are no bunkers.

I know you have to say that.

Uh-huh.

All this is an Army base?

What did you think it was?

You... I... I don't know. I
don't know that white woman.

Met her at a bar. She said
we was goin' back to her place.

- I thought it was a gated community.
- And the video camera?

She a freak, man.

Hold on.

- Get me out of here.
- Yeah, I'm working on it.

- I'm on it.
- No, no, no, no, no, you cannot go. You're dead.

- Monica Hunter sees you and the whole con is blown.
- Right.

Damn the con. I'm a black man caught
on an Army base with a video camera.

I am going to jail forever.

Yeah, look, Nate's the only
one close enough to get you.

But Nate's five minutes away
and still tryin' to figure out

how he's gonna walk two prisoners off
an Army base using an ID that's already

been reported stolen. No, guys,
we're gonna have to stall.

Stall?

Let me know if anything
from fingerprints comes...

Eliot, get me everything you
can on a Lieutenant Abbot.

Just do what I taught you.

Now, the "http" thing comes
before the "www-dot," right?

- Eliot!
- Which one's the forward slash?

- Oh, come on.
- It ain't the time, Eliot. It ain't the time.

It's not fun when you're
hanging out there in the wind

and there's a dude behind
a laptop cracking jokes.

- I like it when we switch jobs.
It's exciting.

OK. Let's pretend
there aren't any bunkers.

- There aren't any bunkers.
- You're a horrible liar.

In these bunkers
that don't exist,

there's going to be panic.

- Who's panicking?
- The special people.

And you know
what you could use?

A familiar face
from the media.

A face that they trust.

No,
that's everything on this guy.

Sir, I need to know
why you're on this base.

Yes. Why am I on this base?

- I'm asking you.
- No, I'm asking you.

Why am I on this base?
Why am I in this room?

- So I can ask you questions.
- Or maybe it's so I can ask you questions,

Lieutenant Kyle Abbot,
Social Security 823-24-6270?

- I don't know what you're up to.
- You're not cleared to know.

Two disciplinary actions? That
one in Germany?

Maybe you're just
too much of a security risk.

Did I say you could leave?

- Not gonna work.
- It's all in the salute, man.

Just work the stars and bars. Nobody
wants to look a general in the eye.

Uh, good form soldier.
As you were.

Clear.

Sir.

Sir, mine is freaking
me right out, sir.

Mine appears to be insane.

No, not insane, just a reporter.

Well, congratulations,
gentlemen.

This base has passed with,
uh, flying colors. Well done.

Uh, passed what, sir?

Have you not been briefed?
You were supposed to be briefed.

Department of Defense
has decided to, uh,

reassure the American people about,
uh, the safety of their military bases.

So we've agreed to cooperate with the
network and make a television special,

you know, to show off just
how effective our security is.

They were pretty
easy to catch, sir.

Well, for you.
But in Camp Munroe in Idaho,

those two were signing their name
on nukes with shiny silver pens.

Turn 'em loose now and
I'll get 'em out of your hair.

Of course, sir.

You're free to go, ma'am.

All right, let's go.

Sorry to waste your time,
gentlemen. Very well done there.

Lieutenant, did you catch
the full name on that ID?

- General Chesler, sir?
- That is not General Chesler.

All right, find out who they are.
Don't let anyone off the base!

Oh, trimethylxanthine.
Thank you.

That slows
the effect of the toxin.

Hopefully, long enough
for you to get the truth out.

- How did you find us?
- Are you kidding me?

Famous reporter shows up at one of the
bunkers, sets off alarms all over the city.

We're gonna be lucky if we get out
in one piece, I'll tell you that.

- We'll split up.
- No.

Your car's parked
over by the fence.

You pick it up and we'll
meet back at the apartment.

We'll gather the evidence
and we'll meet at the studio.

Hey, stop right there!

- You were right.
- Let's go.

No, hold it!

- Stop! Yo! Sergeant!
- Yes, sir!

Stop that car!

Stop that vehicle!

Sir, the only ID that checked
out was the woman. Monica Hunter.

Hunt for the Truth?
I thought she looked familiar.

Call the police.

We've got footage of the shelters and
the testimony of a three-star general.

They can't continue the program
with this kind of exposure.

We're gonna grab the satellite
photos and put you on the air.

I am gonna make them pay for
keeping me out of those bunkers.

- Yeah.
- And lying.

- And injustice.
- Yeah.

Where did it go?
The photos.

The maps.

Where's Wade Perkins?

Thank God, the Red File.

Pardon me.
I was just cleaning up.

We hunt for the truth

through many dark places.

I am a patriot, Ms. Hunter.

I'm sorry. Earl.

Good thing Parker
switched that with water.

Didn't! Didn't switch.

Earnings reports continue
to come in, and as expected,

several major
banks are facing...

I've got to get
on the air, now.

- Are you drunk?
- Steve, listen very carefully.

You've got to patch me into
the Emergency Broadcast System.

I've got to go on the air live.

Now. Before they come for me.

They what? Monica, we're in
the middle of the stock report.

Fine. I'll do it myself.

...notes that those figures do compare
favorably with first-quarter productivity,

- though confounding expectations of labor costs.
- Get out!

We have breaking news.

And now, Monica Hunter
with some breaking news.

Monica, what are you doing?

Saving your life, Steve.

This is a very special edition
of Hunt for the Truth.

My friends, I've brought you
stories before of injustices,

of dangers
lurking all around us.

But tonight, my friends,
the enemy is everywhere.

My friends, this is the enemy.

Our water has been poisoned.

Do not drink it.
Don't even look at it.

Has she lost her mind?!
Where is she getting this?!

My friends,
while we are out here dying,

our government has secured
the so-called elites

in secret underground bunkers,

to protect them
from this poison outbreak.

Even now, these privileged few

are hiding underground.

But poor we are out here.

What the hell is that footage?!

Why can't you turn it off?!

Do not adjust your set.

I control the horizontal,
I control the vertical.

The water is poisoned.

What's that typing?!
Who's typing this?!

Hey, you!
Find out who's doing this!

And I have the proof.
I have the proof right here.

What? No.

What?!

No. No. No. No!

See, they wanna kill me
because I know the truth. No.

No! No!

No!

These are...
Are you on antipsychotics?

No! They're anti-virals!

For the water!
Give them to me!

Let go! Let go!

Go. Go. Go.

What?
What am I supposed to say?

This is breaking news right here
in our own studios at BNI.

Monica Hunter is being
taken into custody...

- I'm Monica frickin' Hunter!
- ... after suffering what appears to be

a psychotic break live on air.

Seeing this public meltdown,

what are your thoughts about
Monica Hunter's fall from grace?

I'm just glad that people
finally know the truth.

And I'm really glad
to have my good name back.

Thank you, Ray. For now we
can only pose the question:

How many other good people
did Monica Hunter destroy?

Ray was the beginning. I'm telling
you, every person that Hunter slandered

- is gonna get a second chance.
- Loch Ness Monster.

- Loch Ness submarine.
- No!

Scottish waters are cold and
deep. It's a perfect place to test.

- Area 51.
- True.

False.

- That's true.
- False.

She said Area 51, 51.

- I'm sorry. False. Area 52.
- Been there.

Yep.

Hey.

Come on. You had a
little bit of fun, right?

I mean, it's always fun.
I just...

No, it didn't
really hit the spot.

I've... I thought
it would be really cool,

you know,
switching roles, but no.

I'm a grifter.

For better or worse.

You're searching
for something.

Nate, I...

Oh, I feel like
such an idiot, but...

I feel a little bit
lost right now.

Just take your time.
Trust me.

The irony of that.

All right, trust me.

'Cause whatever you need,
I'm here for ya.

Listen, you carried
my drunk ass for over a year.

You deserve some
of the same latitude.

You make a good point.

Now, here is where you say

something nice about me.

Don't ruin the moment.