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There are state laws banning
the freedom to choose,

criminalizing doctors, forcing survivors

of rape and incest to leave their states
to get the treatment they need.

Many of you in this chamber,
and my predecessors--

What happened?

I told Claire not to go on TMS.

You gave up your source to the feds.

I tried to warn her. I told her--

UBN is in free fall. Stella is gone.

O24 was a disaster.

And now, thanks to you,
TMS has been raided.

I did not have a choice.

I've been walking this tightrope
with the feds for two years now.

Really? So you didn't think
you should tell me

that you were working
with the FBI when you came back?

What else are you hiding?

Are you wearing a wire right now?

Come on, Alex.

I think you and I actually both know,
deep down, that this was a terrible idea.

So if you actually came here to...

to submit your resignation, I accept.

That's not why you're here.

Chip and I found a whistleblower.

She worked at Martel Chemical.

She's been scared
to come forward until now.

Well, I don't blame her.

Sources are not very safe in your hands.

You told me you would give me time
to find a smoking gun. This woman is it.

She can put together all the pieces
of this investigation. I just...

I have to get to her
before she changes her mind.

I am this close
to landing a presidential sit-down,

I cannot have anything
or anyone fuck this up.

Our source is in Belarus.

She's hiding out with her family,
and she's agreed to talk to me,

but I have to meet in person.

Wait, I'm sorry.

Did you just say Belarus?

And if I'm gonna go, I...

I have to go under the auspices
of the network.

I need your authority to sign off on it.

You're the only one
that knows about the investigation.

I made a list of things I need.
I need a signature.

Belarus? Are you kidding?

No. Absolutely not.

You do not get my signature
or my permission or my auspices.

If it were up to me,
you wouldn't have a fucking job.

I know there is a cost to all of this.

Wait, wait.
Did you just call Claire a cost?

You can't make me feel worse
than I already feel.

If I can break this story, if I can help
those people, then I can prove--

- Prove what?
- That I'm on the right side of something.

A story is not gonna save you, Bradley.

This is over.

People died. And the network,
the one that you're the face of,

just looked the other way.

They actually actively buried a story
and they could have done the opposite.

How do you sleep at night?

Me? How do you sleep at night?

I don't.

Dad is pissed.

It's in all the French tabloids.

We never trusted him.

He's a bum.

You have four children, two with whores.

Exactly but...

- I didn't marry them.
- Wow.

Bravo, what a hero.

Your husband fucked around.

Dump him.

I don't take orders from you.

Dad said--

Always his little henchman.

Time to come home.

Afraid I'll outshine you?

Always the greedy one.

You were sent here for one reason only.

To cover up a scandal
at a chemical company.

- And I did that.
- But you kept going.

And now you've become the story.

You're not thinking of the family.

They're appointing a new CEO.

I'll have total control
of a media company.

CEO and President of the Board.

We will have total control
of the narrative.

They say perception is half the battle,

in fact it's the whole war.

Like promising a heartwarming
Olympic story to our partners in Tehran?

I didn't know that girl would defect.

We're deeply leveraged in these games.

I took care of that too.

There are the vendors.
The stadiums. Our partners.

And the Seine.

The Seine, your pet project.

Financing the great cleanup.

Apparently it's still littered with shit.

Just worry about cleaning
up your own mess.

Lose the husband and come home.

His name is Miles.

Oh, God.

Hello?

- Alex Levy?
- Yes?

We have your father here
at a campus security holding cell.

What? What are you talking about?

- Public intoxication.
- Oh, shit.

Alexandra, it's me!

- Oh, my God.
- I need you, Alexandra!

Can't you just put him
in an Uber or something?

He needs to be picked up.

There was an incident
that we'd prefer not to press charges on.

- What did he do?
- Public urination is considered

a lewd act
under New York Penal Law section 245--

Okay, okay. I'll be right there. Shit.

No, look, I'm completely fine.

All right. Come on. This way. Here we go.

- Let's go this way please, Dad.
- Don't fuss.

I'm not some crumbling fossil.

All right.
Dad, I have to be up in three hours.

I have a really huge day tomorrow.

- Listen, I... If I'm gonna...
- Please.

I want to sleep in my own bed,
so I'll call a car.

Dad, you're here. It's late. Okay?

Let's just sleep this off.

Let's go. Okay? Come on.

All right, but look,
listen, I'm gonna need

- a toothbrush for this little sleepover.
- Yep. You got it.

- Dad.
- And some water.

Yes. Yes, yes. And an Aleve.
I got it coming all for you.

- Right here? This way. Oh, right.
- This way. Come on. Please.

This one is stunning.

Yeah, absolutely.

But come on.

This one.

It's adventurous but with a...

a deep inner life.

She's worried about this area.

- Can't we see some other options?
- No, I hear you. I hear you.

But...

this is the wig, right?

- You're right.
- And the right wig

is gonna get her the little gold man.

I'll take it over there.

I'll show her myself.

And she'll see. Thanks, guys.

Or she won't.

Ma, hey, I was just gonna call you.

Which Meryl wig do you prefer?

Silkwood, Prada, or Sophie's Choice?

Which, incidentally,
this is starting to feel like right now.

I'm on the lot, I gotta lock it in.

Are you back in Los Angeles?

I'm in New York on the lot today.

But, we've got
some exteriors later this week.

Cory, I have to talk to you.

Younger Meryl would be better,
but any Meryl really.

I'm not waiting for Switzerland.

I'm gonna take things in my own hands.

Mom, I'm sorry I didn't call you
back last night.

I had a major hair department crisis
that I had to de-escalate,

but I will swing by later today
and it's gonna be fine.

I put the eggs in the medicine cabinet
and my dirty towels in the fridge.

I'm losing it.

My brain was my one constant and now--

Okay, stop.

I know that this is stressful.
It's scary--

Yesterday I almost hit
the neighbor's child,

backing out of the driveway.

I was within inches.

I can't live like this.

I need to do this before I can't.

Before I have an around-the-clock nurse
who has to change my diaper.

Mom, we talked about this.

Cory, I've gotten the pills.

I've organized everything
so you won't have to do a thing.

I'm going to end my life today.

I love you.

Don't do anything until I get there.

Jesus.

Fuck.

Dad!

Dad? Are you fucking kidding me?

Goddamn it.

And get TMS to pull
my interviews of Obama and RBG.

There should be a link ready. And...

Don't... Don't forget
to get their coffee orders organized.

Don't go to the bitter place.

Go to the place that has that little...
They put foam and little faces--

- Are you okay?
- Why?

No, you just... you seem a little stressed.

Yeah. Well, I...

I had an incident with my father
last night and now he's missing.

Oh, the pee thing?

Did you see that video?

No.

A little.

Yes. I'm gonna get your coffees.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

You could co-chair the campaign.

I can't be so front-facing.

But we'll find the perfect person.

Why New Jersey?

I have a place on the shore.

The Democrat's going down
in the corruption scandal

which opens a path for an independent.

Alex.

Sorry, didn't realize you were...

- I'll come back.
- We're done.

- Good morning, Bro.
- Ms. Levy, always a pleasure.

It is a pleasure.

How are you holding up?

It's all so public.

I'm sorry.

He went upstate.

For a little while.

And we keep missing each other.

So, I think I have some good news for you.

I'm meeting with the press team
from the White House.

Biden hasn't done a long-form in months.
We could have a lot of eyeballs on it.

- Excellent.
- We need a win.

We're the last two standing.

Like at the end of a disaster movie.

Exactly.

Try not to let
the other stuff get you down.

Thank you.

Good luck with your father.

- You saw that?
- Hard to miss.

Parents are tricky.

Yeah.

This isn't gonna be a good look.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Yeah, so, I found your dad.

- Oh, God. Where?
- Alexandra.

What are you doing here?

Well, I can't cower in a cupboard while
my reputation's being trampled underfoot.

- Remy, please give us a second.
- Yes.

These ridiculous accusations of
literary theft

are a malicious lie, a takedown.

And now another insignificant incident
blown entirely out of proportion.

"Lewd acts" does not sound great.

- Hyperbole.
- You peed on Paul Revere.

It was Nathan Hale.

Dad, please, can we talk about this later?
I have a very, very big day today.

Put me on your show.
Give me the chance to vindicate myself.

To tell my side of the story.

To explain that the free exchange
of ideas is essential

to any substantive intellectual debate.

And in no way approaches
the threshold of plagiarism.

Dad, I can't... I can't do that.

They're trying to remove me
from the very department I created.

The least you can do, Alexandra,
is to help.

Okay, you want my advice?

Here's my advice to you.

I would go away. I would disappear.

Wait till everybody moves on.

Move on where?

Academia is in free fall.

University presidents are being hauled
before Senate sub-committees.

Students sleeping in tents in the quad.

While rigorous debate, actual critical
thinking, has gone the way of the dodo.

I could've helped fix all this nonsense.

I still can,
just give me a chance to make my case.

I can't. I cannot put you on my show.

Charlie Rose was always happy to have me.

In the '90s.

And I don't think Charlie Rose is a very
compelling character witness these days.

You have exacerbated this situation
because of your profile,

therefore it is incumbent
on you to help fix it.

I am securing an interview
with the president of the United States.

I cannot do this right now.

"How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
to have a thankless child."

Dad, I'm sorry.

Mom!

One traffic ticket later, here I am.

The Hitler Youth cop said
I did a California roll,

which, you know, of course I'm gonna...

Forget it. I'm here.

So, Leon Erwin, my personal attorney,
will have all the paperwork ready for you.

Oh, wow. Leon the lawyer.
Oh, that's a sitcom.

I've made it as simple as I could.

You just have to sign.

I left a list of all the people
you need to call

with their numbers on the kitchen table.

Simple. Your death. Paperwork. Got it.

What do you wanna order for lunch?

All I ask is that you're gone
when the coroner arrives tonight at 9:00.

This is still illegal.

And the last thing I would want
is for you to get implicated in a crime.

Okay, sure, well, this sounds great.

You're gonna illegally kill yourself.

Mom, can we actually talk about this now?

- What do you mean?
- You're not gonna do this.

You know this.

I know this. You're upset. I get it.

But let's just talk about it, okay?

We'll figure it out together.

This isn't the kind of thing you just do.

And damn you
for dumping this shit on me today.

You tell me that this is just a ploy
to get your only and favorite son

back into the house
and I will forgive you.

Tell me that you're sad.

Tell me that you need something.

I'm glad you came.

Hey. You wanna meet
a movie star in Rhinebeck?

We'll make a road trip out of it.

Or we can head down the Hudson. Yes.

We'll hit Manhattan, see a show.

Let's find a play
with the worst possible reviews.

I have made my decision.
while I can still make one.

Now, you can be here,
or you can get the paperwork later, I...

Either way,

this is what's going to happen.

Today.

Used to be you'd try out new material

on campuses.

Now they all got cell phones and boom,
one anti-woke joke, you're done.

- Yeah.
- You're canceled. It's killing comedy.

I mean, yeah, I guess.

Oh, my God. You still do
the comic circuit though, don't you?

I do, yeah. No, I mean, you have...

you have to accept that what's funny
is gonna change, you know.

You just evolve with the times.

These kids, they don't know
the difference between a joke and reality.

Yeah, but okay, well, do you remember

that Bill Cosby had that whole set
about drugging and assaulting women?

- Turns out it wasn't such a joke.
- I do wanna talk about some Cosby.

- I don't know if I do.
- But first, we gotta pay the bills.

- You gonna let me plug my tour dates?
- You sure will, right after the break.

And stay tuned
for the shitstorm in the Seine.

- You hear about this?
- No.

They spent all this money
on cleaning the caca

out of the river in Paris
for the Olympics.

Well, I love a good poop story.

We'll be right back with the scat.

Hey.

Can I help you?

You know, it so happens that I'm
a constitutional scholar of some renown,

specializing in the First Amendment.

I could contribute to your discussion.

We don't do unsolicited guests.
No drive-bys.

No, these same students
you speak of are trying to destroy me

for a crime I did not commit.

And now, to further ridicule
and shame me, they've publicized a...

a little video of me relieving myself
in close proximity to a national hero.

You're Alex Levy's father?

Yes, I am.

Hey, we're back in 60.

Yeah.

Why don't you come have a seat?

The focus will be on the state
of women's rights post-2020.

Reproductive health care,
bodily autonomy, pay equity.

My...

My interview with Kamala
on gun violence scored huge numbers.

Especially in the... the core demo.

And you just talk to me about timing

and we will roll this out
around any important speeches or events.

That sounds good.

These days young people don't seem
to realize the privileges they have.

They take them for granted.

They don't recognize
that they stand on the shoulders

of the generations that came before.

Maybe instead of canceling us,
they should thank us.

Hallelujah. I love a man
who's not afraid to speak his mind

irregardless of the consequences.

No, no, no.
"Irregardless" is not a real word.

The prefix "ir-" denotes a negation,

so in this, and, well,
frankly in any other context,

- "regardless" will suffice.
- Schooled.

And it won't all be softballs,
but it will be fair.

No Hunter, no Trump trial.

Abortion and the Supreme Court,
obviously, are all on the table.

And I would like 30 minutes.

- Ten.
- Twenty.

- Twelve.
- Fifteen.

- Twelve.
- Twelve and a walk-and-talk.

We can do that.

That's great.

- We'll get back to you with some dates.
- Yes.

Why don't you keep open
the first two weeks of July?

We will make it all work.

Absolutely.

This is fantastic, Riley.

Thanks so much for coming in.

- Thank you.
- So great. Yes!

What?

What the fuck?

How does one get canceled nowadays?

- Is it... email?
- You ask me.

I mean, this is a new thing,
but I tell you, it was--

Stop. Cut it.

- Okay, we're off.
- What is going on in here?

You finally made it to the show.

You forgot to tell me
your dad is brilliant.

I thought you were going home?

You've just interrupted
a very interesting conversation.

I'm sure. It's...
But let's go. It's time to leave.

Well, Mr. Hartman, it's been a pleasure.

You're welcome back anytime, sir.

I would love to get your take
on the right to bear arms.

- The Second Amendment--
- God, no, no, no.

One simple sentence,
three confounding commas.

We could do a whole series.

- We could.
- No, none of this is happening.

None of this is happening. Let's go.

And you should have asked me
before you put my father on your show.

Oh, I didn't know
I needed a permission slip.

Just, you know,
common decency, a little respect.

Decency and respect?

Yeah, that's rich coming from you.

Dad, let's go, please.

You know, let me work this out.

When a guy ghosts after sex, he's a dick.

But when women do it, it's, like, what?

Feminism or something?

Listen, whatever occurred between us,
let's just keep it between us.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Let's talk about us.

- Dad, let's just get out of here.
- She has a terrible time with men.

Oh, my God.

What the...

- Why don't we settle down, and--
- Thanks, Professor.

You do not understand what that man is.

- That was extremely interesting.
- He is one of the worst human beings

- on the planet.
- It's intelligent--

I think I did very well actually.

Okay. It's the White House, Dad,
so please.

- Riley.
- Hi, Alex.

Oh, my gosh.
It was so lovely to see you today.

You know, I was actually thinking,
I know we discussed the Blue Room,

but I'm wondering
if maybe the Roosevelt might be better.

It's not gonna happen after all.
I'm sorry.

What do you mean it's not gonna happen?

It's timing.

Timing?

I can be to D.C. within two hours' notice.

It's not you. It's your father.

I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that.

It's your father.
The thing in the Post this morning,

his rant on that podcast.

It doesn't help the ageist narrative
we're fighting against with our guy.

- Sorry, Alex.
- I understand. Thank you.

- Well, now that you'll have time--
- Don't. Please.

Charlie, will you please take him home?

84th and Central Park West.

Thank you so much.

Weeks.

Weeks of
a carefully orchestrated negotiation

and in one day you just blew it up.

Jesus.

Don't you ever slam
a door in my face again.

Ever. I'm your father.

Don't you ever just barge
into my apartment like that again.

Jesus.

- Where are you going?
- I'm going to get some air.

Weeks of negotiation?

Try 50 years of service in academia
and for what?

You've cost me my legacy.

I did not ask you to plagiarize anything.

I did not plagiarize.
Would you please get that

- into your thick skull?
- Come on. You didn't listen.

I told you to go home, and you didn't.

And you fucked me
and you fucked my interview.

Oh, ho, ho, ho,
still blaming everybody else

- for your own failures, are you?
- Excuse me.

I do not do that.

That is not true.

And the only person that I actually feel
like a failure around is you.

Ever since I was a little kid.

God, isn't the statute of limitations up
on your poor old childhood?

Do you remember what you would do
to me at dinner every night?

You would quiz me on current events
and obscure literature.

I was training your brain to think.

And no matter what I said...
trust me, I scoured the news,

I scoured every book in your library,
and no matter what, you just dismissed me.

I was testing you.

I never dismissed you.

You just did it.
You just did it right there.

You just dismissed
the idea of you dismissing me.

Good thing you never went into the law

- because your arguments are not--
- Yes.

Got it. Not smart.

I know, I'm not smart enough.

I'm not academic enough.

I'm just not enough.

It's true that in those days you were not
exceptionally incisive.

All you wanted to do was impress

your sycophantic coeds
that you would bring over.

Here's the brilliant professor saddled
with this simple daughter.

But do you know what?
I actually wasn't simple,

I was a ten-year-old.

And I still cleaned out
your dirty ashtrays,

cleared the table, did the dishes.

Just you and me.

And yet every time you were around,
I felt...

I felt more alone than I ever felt
when I actually was alone.

I do not blame Mom
for leaving you for one minute.

Don't you talk about your mother.

I know, we don't talk about Mom.
I get it. I remember.

But I don't understand.

She was my mother and you just erased her.

You just took her pictures down.

You threw her clothes away
and you pushed her.

And you pushed her

and every memory of her out of the house.

And I don't know why.

I never pushed her.

You don't know what...

You were too young. You don't understand.
You don't know anything.

I do know this.

You didn't parent me.

I raised myself.

I gave up all manner of things for you.

What great sacrifices? Tell me.

I would love to know
what great sacrifices you made.

I'm dying to hear this.

My wife.

I lost my wife.

You want to talk about your mother?

Okay. Fine.

What do you wanna know about her?

She was a true original.

She knew the lyrics to every song,
she did the crossword in ink.

She loved to dance.

And she made the best martini...
We had a great life.

I didn't want anything to change it.

But she'd always...

always gone on about having a child and...

The only thing she'd ever asked for was...

- Was me.
- No. I...

I wanted her to be happy.

And she was.
She was so happy being pregnant.

And then she gave birth, and...

after the hospital,
she wouldn't even hold you.

It was like she fell down a w-well.

Dad, that's postpartum.

It doesn't matter what it was called.

What difference does it make?

It makes all the difference in the world.

My entire life I thought Mom...

left because of you.

Because you're so impossible.

I didn't know she was struggling.

Why wouldn't you tell me this?

Well, there you are.

Now you know.

I mean, I'd come home in the evening
and she'd be staring at the ceiling.

And you'd be screaming
in a filthy nappy for...

God knows how long.

Oh, well, I tried to get her better,
to take care of you both, but...

Then one day she just up and left.

Leaving me with this messy child
I didn't want in the first place.

Oh, my God.

A child who looked
like her spitting image.

Okay, Dad, stop.

Just stop for a second, please.

You blame me for Mom leaving.

You've resented my entire existence
from the day I was born.

So it didn't really matter.

All of those things that I tried to do
to get you to see me.

My grades.

My recitals. And my...

career.

None of it really mattered.

Dad, do you know how...

badly I...

I wanted to be somebody
that you could love?

And I know you talk about your legacy,
Dad, but you...

I didn't cost you your legacy.

'Cause it's me.

I'm your legacy.

I was a septic skeptic.

We can't desalinate the ocean,

how are we going to clean the literal shit
out of the dirtiest river in Europe?

It's a good question.

- But I've talked to some scientists.
- Wait. Look.

Really? Are they real ones,

or just women on OnlyFans
who wear glasses?

Apparently, the new technology
that they pioneered

in the Paris cleanup was revolutionary.

I love a good French revolution.

And it's cleaner than Poland Springs now.

Really? Is that so?

Liberté, égalité
and most definitely fraternité.

You're not gonna drink that.
He's drinking it. Okay!

- That's not safe.
- Relax, it's Fiji.

Just for dramatic effect.

That's the guy who sells food supplements?

You're such a snob.

Behold the next Senator from New Jersey...

home of Tony Soprano...

birthplace of the electric lightbulb.

This guy? You're kidding?

I'm supporting his campaign.

He has over a hundred million followers.

By tomorrow, this little story...

will be all over the world.

And you... you're out of your shit.

Don't thank me.

Well done.

I know.

I need you to do something for me.

Well, that's funny.

I didn't realize we were asking favors.

If that's the case, I'd kindly ask you
not to kill yourself. How's that?

I'm asking you to listen.

Hey. Let me tell you this.

If this is one of those
fucking last rites situations,

you can count me out. I'm not interested.

So, I'm not gonna cosign
on to this death sequence.

Do you understand? That answer is no.

It's no, no, no.

- And no.
- Cory--

We didn't even go to Antarctica.

- What?
- Yeah, you promised me.

After we saw March of the Penguins.

'Cause you said...

you wanted to go to Antarctica
before you died and I said yes.

Even though that was
the last thing I wanted to do.

Go freeze my ass off
to watch a bunch of birds

who can't even fucking fly
squawking on shit-covered ice.

I told you that I would go
on the only cruise I'd ever go on

because I wanted to be with you.

I did. I don't know why. It's stupid.

But you promised me.

You made a promise, Mom. Yep.
And I was really looking forward to it.

I could book the tickets right now.

- We could go. We could still go.
- No. Listen, Cory.

You have to listen to me.

Everything I did, I did for you.

From the moment I first held you.

That surge of love
went straight to my bones.

You looked at me
with those dark, pensive eyes.

Nothing else mattered.

I had to protect you.

From anyone and anything.

- Mom, I don't wanna hear...
- No matter what.

- ...my fucking birth story anymore.
- Cory! You have to listen to me.

You were...

You are the greatest thing I've ever done.

All I ever wanted was for you to succeed,

be happy.

I...

I have to tell you something.

I need to.

- I...
- You need to what?

You need to what?

You need to what?

I need to...

see the wig.

Okay.

You're gonna love this movie.

She's a private investigator with a past.

She's beautiful. She doesn't know it.

Just kidding. She knows it.
Of course she knows it.

- She absolutely knows it. Look at her.
- Yeah.

She's a former district attorney.

Who are, oftentimes,
political shills without a moral center.

That's right.

She is a former fascist district attorney
who blew the case of a lifetime.

You know, it was one of those cases
where the criminal dodges prison

on some kind of technicality.

We call that
a constitutional violation, honey.

A constitutional violation.

So here she is.
And she has been haunted by it.

It's followed her around.

So now she's burnt out.

She's a burnt out former district attorney
turned private investigator.

And then she gets this sexy new client

who's accused of murdering his wife.

And at first she doesn't trust him
because, well, he has a...

- Beard.
- A beard. Obviously.

And so that leads to a fight.

He says some terrible things.

She leaves in a huff, and she thinks,
"Fuck this. I'm not gonna do this case."

And then she stops.

She turns around and she says...

My favorite line in the entire movie.

And I made the writer put it in because

of course he doesn't know
how women actually talk.

She turns around and she says...

Mom!

Mom?

Your call has been forwarded to voicemail.

The person you're trying to reach
is unavailable.

At the tone, please record your message.

Hey. It's me.

What are you doing right now?

Let's go skiing!

Cory.

Wow. You look like shit.

Long story.

Oh, yeah.

I got this one from Columbia House.

But you don't have that in France?

Do you guys have Columbia House?

Maison de Colombie?

- No?
- No, no.

In the '80s and '90s we had
an institution called Columbia House.

Which was... It was a mail-order CD club

that was catering mostly to teenagers
who had no fucking money.

They would say
"Sign up, and we'll send you free CDs."

All of their free CDs,
they were shitty CDs.

That was the con.

We just kept ordering.

Yeah. Not buying. The American Dream.

We would just sift
through all the shit until finally

we would land some good music
like Iggy or Led Zeppelin or...

on the very rare occasion, a Smiths album.

Just on the off chance
that a girl might cross the threshold...

the virginal, virginal threshold
of my childhood bedroom.

The rest of our lives would
never compare to the halcyon days

when we got all the music we ever wanted
in the mail for pennies.

Long live the days of Columbia House.

When I thought
my parents were embarrassing,

they knew everything
and they'd always be around.

Yeah, constant, like...

the northern star.

Constantly in the darkness.

Where's that at?

If you want me, I'll be at the bar.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

This feels really good. You should try it.

Hi, you've reached Bradley Jackson.

Leave a message and I'll get back to you.

Bradley?

You were right.

I've been doing a lot of thinking.

Of course I will support your travel.

I will. Just, honey, open the door.

Come on.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Where's Bradley?

She went to Belarus.

Of course she did.

Alex,

she was supposed to check in
with me every three hours, it's been six.

I called my contact at the IMF,

- they think she's being detained.
- What?

And we know what they do
to journalists over there.