All language subtitles for The Republic of Sarah 1x06 - A Show of Hands (English)

Previously on The Republic of Sarah...

The town of Greylock has voted
to declare independence.

Who's in charge if the mayor quits?

Ms. Cooper. She saved us.
She should be the leader.

I think Alexis might be my person.

You'll never be hers. Not as long
as she's married to William.

Weston's doing a story on Greylock.

Chairman Cooper?!

Sarah, you negotiated a power deal,

entered into diplomatic relations
with New Hampshire,

and started a new currency,
all with no oversight.

Yesterday you repealed a
law to save your friend.

I see a dictator.

This is awful.

Weston's article about
me being a dictator

has been picked up by a bunch
of outlets; it's everywhere.

Okay, I don't think it's everywhere.

Yeah. My name is trending number
four in the U.S. right now.

Well, in the clickbait Olympics,
you don't even make the podium.

And the worst part is, now my inbox

is full of interview requests
from other places.

I woke up to 27 voice mails.

What you should do is
hold a press conference.

No, no, I've had enough press
in my life for one month.

I don't know why you keep
looking at that stuff.

It doesn't matter what a bunch
of online trolls are saying.

The people of Greylock, they love you.

Her Excellency! Supreme Leader.

Guiding Sunbeam.

Guiding Sun Ray, Max.

Kim Jong-il was called
the Guiding Sun Ray.

But he has a point.

- Max?
- No, Weston.

Nothing he said in his
article was wrong.

I haven't had any oversight

since I became Greylock's leader.

I always meant for there
to be checks and balances.

This was always, like, was
always gonna be a democracy,

I just haven't had time to democratize.

_

But clearly that time has come.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey!

- Rumpelstiltskin, hi. Knock it off.
- What?

People are gonna think you're
trying to swipe her firstborn.

I can't help it.

Every time I see a baby,
I just think about...

Your preggers paramour?

I wasn't gonna say it like that.

Oh, what about virile vixen?
Boo eating for two?

I'm gonna dump this coffee on your head.

AJ, you don't even know
if Alexis is pregnant.

Come on, the positive
test that you found

could totally be Bella's.

Bella's been at prep
school for three weeks.

And the test was bought
with Alexis's credit card.

- I saw the receipt.
- Okay.

So maybe the pregnancy's an accident.

Or maybe she's trying to eat
her cake and have it, too.

She keeps this from me,
she can enjoy our little soirees

for another month or two

before she trades in her
heels for high chairs.

Ooh, maybe you would know

if you, I don't know, uh, asked her.

Well, I'm afraid to.

If I ask her and she says
what I think she'll say...

You know how my temper is.

Okay, so talk to Alexis at the station.

Look, if you do it at work,
you'll have cover

- and you won't lose it.
- She's been gone.

Probably morning sickness.

Okay, AJ, just talk to her.

We need to talk.

As I'm sure you all know by now,

the media has determined

my leadership of Greylock
to be a little... absolute.

And while I wish I could
tell Weston Woods

to go suck a tailpipe,

the truth is, he's right.

We have an opportunity to
build something great here,

something that represents all of us.

And in order to do that,

we need more voices in
the room than just mine.

So, over the course of the next week

we will be holding elections
for a new congress.

The rules for these
elections are derived

from the Greylock town charter.

There will be two rounds of voting.

The primary is open.

Every adult resident of
Greylock is eligible to vote

and to run for office.

The six highest vote getters will
enter a runoff for four seats.

These roles are part-time

and on a volunteer basis.

You can keep your day job.

All I ask is your time

and your mind to help me write

a new constitution for Greylock.

This is a democracy, not a dictatorship,

and together we're going to prove it.

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Sarah.

Liz.

Finally decided to let the people
of Greylock have a say, huh?

I'm sorry if you don't like
the way I've handled things.

All I can do is try my best.

Six months ago you were
a high school teacher.

What qualifies you to run our
lives without any supervision?

Supervision?

I need checks and balances,
not a babysitter.

You just can't get enough
of us, can you?

After exposing my wicked ways,

I figured you'd be off
to fry bigger fish.

Well, my editor wants me to
stay to write a follow-up.

My first article about you
got a lot of traction.

- Yeah, I noticed.
- Yeah, sorry about that.

Yeah, don't be. It was,
um... it was fair.

Harsh but fair.

Still hoping I suck a tailpipe?

- Sorry about that.
- Don't be.

It was fair. Harsh but... but fair.

You know, you could have folks email
you their candidate paperwork.

Yeah, our town charter requires
citizens to register in person.

Your town charter also
says it's against the law

for a common animal to
have carnal knowledge

of a pet from a noble household.

Yeah. And these elections
are the last time

it will have any authority in Greylock.

After the vote, the new legislators
and I will write a constitution

that will form the backbone
of this country.

Seems pretty undictatorial to me.

Unless, of course, you're
running the election.

No. Keeping my hands off of this one.

Officer Vince is all over it.

Well, I'm no expert on election science,

but, uh, it all seems on
the up and up to me.

Good. Not that I'm trying to impress you

- or anything. No.
- No, of course not. Okay.

Maya Jim�nez. That's J-I...

What do you think you're doing?

Becoming a public servant?

You're a child.
You can't run for office.

Well, if I count as an adult
when you're trying to deport me,

then I sure as hell count
as an adult now.

What would somebody your
age know about governing?

Well, I know we shouldn't be
trying to deport our own citizens

over a prank gone wrong.

You broke the law.

Hey, it was a dumb law
made by dumb adults.

If that's "mature" leadership,

maybe it's time we
get a little immature.

- Excuse me?
- Save it for the campaign, ladies.

Ms. Jim�nez is correct.

According to the town charter,
she qualifies as an adult

and is old enough to run for office.

Hey, good luck.

Thank you.

See you.

You know, I ran into
William earlier today,

and he told me he wasn't
entering the election

because he wanted to spend
more time with his family.

More like more time with his new baby.

You know, at least now I know.

And I took your advice
and called Alexis.

So now this explains why
I didn't get a call back.

Easy there, American Psycho.

Your girlfriend did you
wrong, not my muffin.

I'm sorry.

I don't even want to
talk about it anymore.

Okay.

Great. Let's talk about something else.

Are you gonna still run for
the new congress thing?

Oh, yeah. I turned in my
paperwork this afternoon.

Oh! And what is your platform?

I'm assuming that it involves
asking Childish Gambino

to write the new national anthem.

Uh, right after Kara Walker
redesigns the flag.

I mean, Greylock is stuck
between a superpower

- and its closest allies.
- Mm-hmm.

At some point, we're gonna
have to start thinking

about national security. And diplomacy.

I figure we need someone
who knows how to handle both

without being a D-bag.

What about you?

- Me?
- You gonna run?

You're always talking about
something "somebody" should do

to make Greylock better.

- Why can't that somebody be you?
- Well, because I'm not...

- I can't...
- You are. And you can.

Come on, you should run.

Having you on that council is
exactly what this country needs.

Whoa, you know you're
burning those, right?

Yeah, just how Doris likes them.

Her cat's been puking like
a freshman on prom night.

I'm, uh, just trying to cheer her up.

What about you?

I heard that near-deportation
thing was pretty rough.

Sorry I wasn't here to help.

What were you gonna do?

It's not like anyone could stop
Chairman Cooper once she got going.

She wasn't really trying
to screw you over, right?

Yeah, well, she did anyway.

Which is why I'm running for
a spot on the new congress.

That's allowed?

I'm on the prelim ballot.

Hey, actually, which reminds
me, I have a favor to ask.

What, you want me to
suppress a few votes,

pass out some election flyers
with the wrong date on them?

No. I want you to be
my campaign manager.

Okay, you know how to organize

- and you know how to fight.
- Yeah,

I know how to fight against
the system, Maya, not...

- not for it.
- Okay, but why throw rocks

at an ivory tower when
you can burn it down

from the inside, okay?

If I get a seat, I can actually
change stuff around here.

I'm gonna need some compensation.

How about my everlasting
friendship and gratitude?

How about you cover my shift on Monday?

Bella and I have a video date.

Okay. Deal.

Go!

Get it, get it, get it.

Come back!

That's a good girl!

You're bouncy today.

You know, I think it's the elections...
the more I think about it,

the more I think I might
actually kick ass at it.

Oh, there's nothing "might" about it.

It's just that, I don't know,

people who grow up from the
part of town where I grew up

don't do things like this.

That's why it's always the Putnams
and the Fernsbys and the Coopers

- who end up running everything.
- Out. Yeah.

- No offense.
- No, none taken.

My family is singularly unable to
stay away from a political tangle.

You know, if you make it
through this first round,

you're gonna have to debate
the other candidates.

I know. I've been doing my research,

channeling my inner Socrates,

and if that doesn't work,

I'm just gonna throw some
Real Housewives at them.

Ready? This is you.

This is me.

Yeah, that's gonna play
really well in Greylock.

How does Adam feel about you running?

He's okay with it.

That enthusiastic, huh?

He just wants to protect me.

He really thinks our
little local election

is gonna get that dirty?

Um, our leader just got smeared
all over the American media.

And, oh, by the way, I've been
doing some digging on Weston,

and it looks like taking down
big shots is kind of his thing.

Yeah, I know, I read all his stuff, too.

I think it's less "taking
down big shots"

and more "speaking truth to power,"

which, honestly, I like.

Even if you're the "power"?

Yeah, I guess I'm still
getting used to that part.

Just... mm, be careful with him.

He's already called me a dictator

to an audience of millions.

- What more could he do?
- I don't know.

But I know that handsome men

always find new ways to ambush you.

_

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

"Vote for Danny Cooper"?

- Sorry.
- Sorry.

You realize other people
stay here, right?

Four months ago, you tried
to bulldoze Greylock.

Now you're gonna try and represent it?

My bosses were always gonna
put someone from Lydon

- into congress, so I raised my hand.
- Oh, lucky me.

How are you even eligible to run?

You live in a hotel.
You're not a resident.

Mailing addresses, all 350 of us.

Sorry, sis, but 16% of
your voting population

cashes checks with Lydon Industries.

A Fortune 500 hip-pocketing government

is not what democracy looks like.

A group of voters uniting in
service of a common cause

is exactly what democracy looks like.

You just don't like the voters.

But, hey, if you're really
that unhappy about it,

you could always go
back to dictatorship.

- Oh.
- What did that article call you again?

- Don't...
- "Chairman Cooper"?

Has a nice ring to it.

Careful what you wish for, Danny.

You'll be first against the wall.

Lactose tolerance...

You gonna help me or what?

I am helping you.

How does you watching Hunter
chug a gallon of milk help me?

It's research.

Oh, for a dairy farm you're starting?

No. For your campaign. Look.

I was going through the
Greylock directory again today

to try to find out where your
votes are gonna come from.

It's not the townies...
Liz Fernsby owns them.

Danny Cooper's got the Lydon guys,

and Officer Johnson and Corinne

are gonna split the independence vote.

That doesn't leave many
blank ballots, huh?

That's exactly what I was thinking,

but there's one major group of
voters that are unaccounted for.

Us.

Us?

Teenagers.

I mean, Greylock town charter states

that adulthood starts at 15.

That means most people in
high school can-can vote.

Yeah, but, listen, everyone
in the high school hates me.

No, they just don't know you, okay?

And we're gonna change that,
we're gonna give them a reason

- to vote for Maya.
- How do we do that?

I think I have a way,

but you're gonna hate it.

So, Hunter, wh-what do you say?

What, you want me to help you?

Are you high?

Dude, you're right. I hate this idea.

No, look, we don't like you
and you don't like us, but...

you're popular.

We want you to use that popularity

- to help Maya's campaign.
- Yeah...

- Why the hell would I do that?
- Shorter school days.

I'm listening.

Studies show that shorter
days improve learning.

You help me win the election,
maybe the last bell

- starts ringing an hour earlier.
- Vote for Maya.

That wouldn't completely suck.

Neither would lowering the drinking age.

60% of countries let kids
drink before the age of 21.

You really think you can swing that?

I mean, I can try, but
it definitely won't help

if I'm not even in the room.

What do I have to do?

Everybody follows you on social
media here at school, right?

All you got to do is send out

- a few posts, tweets...
- Couple little texts.

- ... texts, pictures: "Vaya con Maya."
- Yeah. Yeah.

Just a few little things
for us and I really think...

- Vote for Maya.
- What do you say?

Say cheese, shorty.

All right. It's posted.

See you Halloween costumes later.

Ugh, what a tool.

He's the right tool for the job.

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_

_

The candidates are making
some big promises.

So what do you think you
can give to Greylock?

What can voters expect
if they support you?

That I'll support them right back.

There's this dumb idea

that people have to be
told what we need.

Young people, poor people,
people without any power.

Hey. Greg.

- But we know what we need.
- And what's that?

Somebody who's willing to shut
up for a second and listen.

That's what I can give to Greylock.

So none of this has anything
to do with the fact

that one of the other candidates
tried to have you deported?

Of course it does. I don't
want something like that

to happen to anyone else.

Ms. Cooper and Liz Fernsby
could go after me

because they thought I didn't matter.

But I do.

And so do the rest of
Greylock's average citizens.

My campaign is about proving that.

Everybody counts.

What are you doing?

- You shouldn't be talking to him.
- Why not?

'Cause he called you out on your BS?

Hey, if you need any quotes on her, oof,

I've got plenty.

Maya's 16. I don't want her
caught in the media's crosshairs.

Maya Jim�nez is a great story.

She's an inspiration.
It's exactly the kind of thing

I was hoping for when I
requested this assignment.

- You requested this assignment?
- Oh, can I... ?

Of course I did.

A brand-new country,

led by a brilliant, badass
24-year-old woman?

- That's career-making stuff.
- "Brilliant, badass"?

You-you couldn't have led
your article with that?

You can blame my editor.

Go easy on Maya. She's just a kid.

Goes without saying, Dear Leader.

Kidding. I'm-I'm kidding.

Kidding.

- He bothering you?
- No, he's fine.

If anyone's bothering me, it's me.

I'm so antsy, it's like I've forgotten

how to function without a crisis.

I can set the coffee machine on fire

if it'll make you feel better.

Getting these elections right

is what will make me feel better.

Greylock the country has...

pretty much been my baby
for the past few months.

Bringing new people in is so scary.

Yeah, but it's the right thing to do.

Besides, I can't handle
this on my own anymore.

It's way too much for one person.

When's the last time
you-you took a break?

Yeah, I have no idea. Maybe,
like, um, that concert we went to

the day before my brother arrived.

- Idles at The Roxy?
- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Do you trust me?

The last time you asked me that,

we had to hitchhike home from
that pet store in Albany.

Yeah, but you also met Beth Ditto.

- Yeah, I trust you.
- Good.

Meet me here after the debate.

I got a surprise for you.

What kind of surprise?

The kind that's a surprise.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the results of the
preliminary round are in.

The six candidates for the
final runoff election are:

Amy Johnson...

... Daniel Cooper, Olive
Platt, Corinne Dearborn...

All right, Corinne!

- ... Elizabeth Fernsby...
- All right, Liz!

... and Maya Jim�nez.

We look forward to seeing you
all at the debate tonight.

- Hey, congrats, AJ.
- Oh, thank you.

Hey.

I just heard that you
made it to the runoff.

Congratulations.

Oh, so now you want to talk to me?

I'm really sorry that
I haven't called, okay?

Uh, William has been
very present lately.

Of course. I'm sure he's
excited about the baby.

- I'm sorry, what?
- Don't stand here and lie to me.

I found the pregnancy test, Alexis.

- You, you snooped in my...
- I was cleaning up, and I found it.

And like a good girlf...

whatever I am to you,

I waited for you to tell me about it.

Spoiler alert: you didn't.

So, yeah, I'm a little pissed off.

- AJ.
- Look, I get you're married.

That was a part of the
deal when we started.

But a baby is different.

And then you fill my head with BS

about you being crazy about me.

Meanwhile, you're starting
an 18-year re-up

with your husband.

- Behind my back.
- You don't...

Oh. Officer Johnson.

We just heard. Congrats on the runoff.

Congrats to you, too.
A new baby is so exciting.

What?

Alexis, you're pregnant?

Oh...

Why is there a disco ball in my walk-in?

I'm doing something for Sarah.

And is this, uh, sudden
burst of boldness

related to the charming reporter

- that's been sneaking around?
- He's not that charming.

Uh, he is that charming.

Maybe, maybe me seeing
him make cow eyes at her

sped up the process a little bit,

but it was bound to happen.

- What?
- N-Nothing.

That's not a "nothing" look.

Is this the first date that
you've gone on since... ?

- I-I'm sorry for even bringing it up.
- It's okay.

Patience is gone, and I'm here
with an absolutely perfect woman

who I'm pretty sure is into me.

So, yeah. It's time to move on.

Of course.

I'm good.

I'm good.

Uh, good evening.

Welcome to Greylock's inaugural
legislative primary debate.

To those of you here tonight

and those of you listening from
home, I'm Weston Woods

of The Yorkshire, and as
an impartial observer,

I'm honored to have been asked
to moderate this evening's event.

Each candidate will give
their opening statement,

then we'll move to a
roundtable discussion.

This is your chance to get
to know your candidates.

I look forward to an
enlightening evening.

The most important issue facing
Greylock today is identity.

Who are we? But more importantly,

who do we want to be?

We are a nation of tradition.

But we are also a home for innovation.

A place for second chances.

A land of wild and untamed beauty.

A community of strength.

A harbor from the storm.

We founded this country
to get rid of Lydon.

Why would we put one of their
lackeys in our government?

I'm a son of Greylock.
This place shaped me.

I'm just looking for an opportunity
to return the favor.

Government works best
as a team of rivals.

We can't have a congress
of Sarah's flunkies

rubber-stamping her every whim.

Sarah's roommate,

Sarah's brother, Sarah's best friend,

Sarah's devotee.

Former devotee.

How are we supposed to have

independent oversight if Sarah
owns half the candidates?

No one owns me.

And just because I live with Sarah

doesn't mean I can't tell her

where to stick it and
when it needs to be stuck.

New ideas are exactly
what this country needs.

And to get new ideas, we need new faces.

My family has been in
Greylock since its founding.

We declared independence so
we could stay who we were.

I love Greylock's unique history,

but a country isn't a hot dog stand.

You can't rely on the
same formula forever.

The world is changing.
We have to change with it.

You know, I could see why you
would say that, Ms. Dearborn.

Because if anyone would benefit

from forgetting the past, it's you.

Uh, what do you mean by that?

You know, most people wrote you off

when you became another
teen pregnancy statistic,

but you certainly have made the
most of your youthful mistakes.

Sorr... My-my youth...
my youthful mistakes?

What... uh, what do you,
what do you mean by that?

Are you calling my son a mistake?

Hey, bitch in the ugly blouse,

did you just call my son a mistake?

Because I swear to God, if you even...

This election is just the
first step in a long journey

toward Greylock's future.

I suggest we worry less
about what we've done,

focus more on what we can do.

I.D.

- Grover, what... ?
- Excuse me, Miss, uh-uh,

you can't come in here without an I.D.

It's me, I promise.

- Enjoy your night.
- Thank you.

- Hi.
- Hi.

You look like a... whiskey ginger type.

- How did you know?
- Lucky guess.

Grover, this is amazing.

Why did you do all of this?

'Cause you deserve a night out.

And I figured since
I couldn't get you to a club

before the elections,
I'd bring the club to you.

Thank you.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Ah. The opener should
be on any moment now.

? We will have to save ourselves... ?

There they are.

Okay. Come on.

? We are hiding way down low ?

? Sacrificing limbs ?

? For a rope, a hope hoax ?

? Oh, no... ?

- Come on, come on.
- ? Oh, no... ?

I'm used to there being
more people to hide behind!

Who are you gonna hide behind?
It's just me. Come on!

? Just us... ?

Thanks for coming.

Sarah's out, so I thought we could talk.

I think you have said
more than enough today.

Why the hell do you
think you have the right

- to talk to my husband?!
- I messed up, okay? I know I messed up.

You want to know why I didn't
tell you about the baby?

Huh? Because there is no baby.

You lost it?

I had an abortion.

I missed my period and I took a test

and I had no idea where
my marriage was going

and I had no idea what
you and I were doing

and I was, I-I was in no
place to be a mother.

So I told William that
I was gonna go see

an old college friend and
I went to the city and...

And I wanted to tell you.

I wanted to call you.

I just needed a few more days
to get my head on straight.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

Yeah, of course you didn't know.

You didn't know because
you didn't ask me.

Instead of asking me, you
just went off half-cocked

with your own delusions
and then you spewed

those delusions at my husband.

I was angry.

No. Stay away from me.

And I was confused and I was hurt.

Yeah, well, you know,
so am I, AJ, so am I.

And I'm also married

to a good and compassionate man
who doesn't deserve any of this.

So... I am going to go to
New York with that man

and I'm gonna see if there's
anything left of our marriage

that we can save.

What did you tell him
about the pregnancy?

That is none of your business.

Does he know about us?

No.

There is a world where
this ended so differently.

The way I felt about you...

Goodbye, AJ.

? Ships with ?

? Ships with holes will sink ?

? And I will swim ?

? It's nothing, make time for us ?

? Make time for us ?

? Can't even shout for words ?

? You know I'm far too shameful ?

? It's nothing ?

? Make time for us, make time for us ?

? Can't even sing for words ?

? You know I'm far too shameful. ?

Grover?

Uh, sorry.

Uh, I sh... I sh... I...
I sh... I shouldn't have.

Sometimes you look at me
like you need me to breathe,

and then, other times,

you can't stand to be in
the same room with me.

I knew you weren't ready,
I just really wanted you to be.

- I'm sorry.
- No, no, no, no.

I-I want you, Sarah.

I do. But, um...

I... Oh, God.

I can't.

I just can't.

It's okay. I get it.

When you are ready...

... you're gonna make someone
else incredibly happy.

"Someone else."

So...

he just couldn't get over
that Patience hurdle, huh?

I don't know why I thought he would.

It's hard,

feeling something for somebody so long,

and coming to terms with the
fact that they can't reciprocate.

Are you gonna tell me
what's going on with you?

'Cause clearly that little
speech wasn't just for me.

For the past few months,

I've been sleeping with Alexis Whitmore.

But as of last night...

I basically dynamited Alexis's marriage

and our affair.

So, yeah.

I'm batting a thousand over here.

That's better.

Looking like a snack in
those pants, Charlie.

Yeah... yeah.

Oh.

Hey, shorty.

Got to admit, you did
way better last night

than I thought you would.

What does he want?

It's funny you should ask.

You still have to get
through the final election.

And you need me.

But I need all that.

"ATV access in Hargis Preserve"?

"Homecoming as a national holiday"?

Mm-hmm.

- "Pack the courts with youthful hotties"?
- Uh-huh.

That-That's BS, dude.

That's politics.

Pass.

Look, I go, my votes go with me.

I lose, we all lose.

Yeah, maybe.

Maybe not.

You know how to find me

when you change your mind.

It's Grover, right?

Mind if I ask you a few questions?

I'm not involved in the election.

Oh, it's not about the election.

About Sarah.

I don't know. She's smart, she's kind.

Is she single?

Excuse me?

Does she have a romantic partner?

What's that got to do with anything?

Well, Sarah's currently the
youngest head of state on Earth.

And you want to turn
her into a sex object.

No, I want to humanize her.

Show a generation of young people

that she's just like they are,

with the same hopes
and dreams and, yeah,

maybe the same romantic problems.

Hopefully inspire a few to follow
in her footsteps, you know?

Yeah. She's single.

Hi, Danny. What are you doing here?

Uh, just talking to the
judge about an easement

- on one of our mines. You?
- Nice. Um... I'm... Nothing.

- I just...
- Wait a minute, you're...

- What?
- You're not...

What? Giving up?

Packing it in?

Waving the white flag with,
uh, furious abandon? Yes.

- Why?
- Last night was a disaster.

Liz set a trap, and I walked into it.

And I made myself at home.

Just another white trash train wreck.

Okay, there's no coming back from that.

Liz Fernsby... is an ass.

She was born an ass, she lives as
an ass, and she will die an ass.

Everyone in Greylock knows it.

Just like they know you.

You are not a train wreck.

You're smart, you're
capable, and you care.

As long as those things are true,

- you'll always have a chance.
- When people look at me,

they don't see a leader.

I do. I'm people.

Danny, you don't have to... it's okay.

All this policy stuff is
over my head anyways.

- Why do you always do that?
- What?

Pretend to be dumber than you are.

I know my sister casts a long shadow.

But that doesn't mean that you
can't cast one of your own.

Tell me how you feel about
Greylock's school system.

- Danny, I don't want to...
- Tell me.

Okay, well,

now that we're finally free from
America's Jurassic-era curriculum,

we can take a look at how to
holistically serve all of our students.

Not just the five who test well.

I mean, independence is
probably the best thing

that could have happened
for our children's futures.

- Trust me.
- I do.

Now go get the rest of
Greylock to do the same.

Turned and burned, just
how you like 'em, Doris.

- There you go.
- Mmm.

Hey, what'd the vet say
about Eartha Kitty?

- She'll be fine, the little diva.
- Well, I'm glad to hear it.

Hey, let me know
if you need anything else.

- Okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh.

- What now?
- Hunter.

He started a write-in
campaign for himself.

- _
- Dude. He'll never win.

Yeah, I think he knows that.

He's trying to make you
regret pissing him off.

Okay, the only thing I regret
is not kicking him in the balls.

But we can spin this.

You know, he pissed off the
whole volleyball team last year

when he called Emma Donnelly a cow.

Yeah, I'm just, I'm done
chasing the popular kids.

If I'm gonna lose the election,

I'm at least gonna keep my pride.

You'll always have me and Doris.

Yeah, yeah, you're right.

I do always have you and Doris.

And the cross country
team, and with Doris,

you probably got the senior center vote.

That's my constituency.

The people that everyone
else in Greylock overlooks.

Yeah.

And that dude Charlie,
right, with the plaid pants?

- Yeah.
- I mean, he loves you.

And he's a bigwig at the bowling league?

Yeah, and Greg the Goth,

he's really tight with
all of the band kids.

Dude, screw Hunter.

We're gonna build a
country-wide coalition

out of Greylock's misfit toys.

Okay.

Hey.

_

Hey. Hey.

That's for undecided voters.

I thought you were going
after the youth vote.

I am. And the elderly vote.

And the birders and the marching band

and the bowling league and anyone else

who's ever felt left out.

Everybody counts.

Before we get to the results,
I just want to say

how proud I am of everyone.

Our citizens and all of our candidates,

the level of engagement has been
beyond my wildest dreams and...

I know whoever wins,

they're gonna, they're
gonna pour their hearts

and souls into helping Greylock grow.

Thank you, Sarah. All right, here we go.

In order of voting percentage,

Greylock's new legislators are...

Amy Johnson...

Daniel Cooper...

and Maya Jim�nez.

- What?
- Yes!

And beating out the fifth place
finisher by just two votes...

... Elizabeth Fernsby!

Congratulations to
Greylock's first legislators.

The reign of Queen Sarah
hath come to an end.

You'll finally have some real oversight.

Hey, sorry it didn't work
out, but "A" for effort.

- Oh, hey, Liz? Um, "K" for kiss my...
- Hey!

Sorry.

She's just... what a... douche canoe.

Yeah, okay, yeah, I know, but she's,
she's my douche canoe now.

- So paddle upstream.
- Okay.

- Yeah.
- I'm sorry.

So... how's it feel to be
a government official?

I don't think it hit me until now

how many people are
actually counting on me.

- I just hope I don't disappoint them.
- You won't.

You're gonna kill it.

Hey, I just wanted to
come say congratulations.

You two make a really good team.

I was really proud to
vote for you, Maya.

Thanks.

Excuse us, Sarah. This is
kind of a family moment.

Oh, of course, I'm sorry.

Alexis? What are you doing here?

William wanted one of us
here to see the winners.

After everything that happened,
I couldn't exactly say no.

Wait, listen.

I'm sure you don't want
to hear this from me,

but I need to say it anyway.

The truth is...

I was falling for you.

And when I thought you weren't
on the same page as me,

I just got scared.

It's not an excuse for what I did.

But...

I need you to know that I'm sorry.

Now I know.

Goodbye, AJ.

Not bad for a first election, huh?

You prove the "Chairman Cooper"
headline more wrong every day.

Yes. Do you have any final questions?

Just one. Uh...

How do you feel about Api Morado?

Is that a person?

It's a drink. Comes from Bolivia.

Warm purple corn mash
with, uh, cinnamon,

cloves... orange zest.

There's a little bar just opened
down the street from my hotel.

The bartender makes his own.

This feels less like a reporter
asking a question

and more like you... asking me out.

Yeah, that's because
I am asking you out.

I have to file this story at midnight...

until then, I'm a journalist
covering the town of Greylock.

Going on a date with you would be...

well, it'd be totally unethical.

- Mm-hmm.
- But at 12:01,

I'm just a guy.

A guy who spent the last couple of weeks

completely bowled over by
the fearless, fascinating,

drop-dead gorgeous woman
in front of him right now.

So I'm gonna be celebrating
this story at 12:01 tonight

with some warm Api Morado.

And I'd love it if you'd join me.

I don't know what to say.

That's all right,
that's all right, um...

you still have five
hours to figure it out.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Hi. You, uh, all alone out here?

Yeah, Adam took Josh home to bed, so...

But not before I got to hear him ask

if, uh, this result
"makes Mommy a loser."

You are not a loser.

You were right with what
you said the other day.

I would have regretted quitting.

So thank you for making
me stand up for myself.

- I just gave you a little push is all.
- Yeah, well,

it was a push that I needed, so...

And, hey, congrats.

Good night, Danny.

_

_

Come on, AJ,

you won.

How is it that I lost to my ex,

and I'm still more chipper than you are?

I saw Alexis tonight.

Oh, wow, then you're
really gonna need this.

- You will move on soon enough.
- Mm-hmm,

hopefully with a single woman

who isn't married to William Whitmore.

- Yes.
- No, thank you. I need a sex cleanse.

I need to focus on something new.

Like the congressional seat
I just beat you out for.

- And she's back.
- Yes.

That should work.

A toast to...

Greylock.

And to new beginnings.

To Greylock and new beginnings.

Hey... you came.

You hyped up this purple drink
so much, I had to try it.

Hey, I'll get that for you.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Okay, that's really good.

Thank you.

So, did you bring me
all the way down here

just to drink weird Bolivian tea?

I brought you all the way
down here so I can tell you

I really want to kiss you.

I have since about five
minutes after we met.

Wow.

That was really... forward of me.

I'm sorry.

"Don't bury the lede," right?

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