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Whoa. You're taking
all those clothes too?

No, these are for Goodwill.

Which is also
where I bought them.

Don't get rid of this one.

I like this one on you.

It's nice.

Hey.

Are you leaving?

Uh...
Um...

Yeah,
but not for a second, so...

That's okay. I'll wait.

You know,
Cincinnati is gonna be

a great learning experience
for you.

Yeah. Yeah.
No, it's a big opportunity.

Yeah.

You wanna go around
the block a few times?

No, then someone
might take my spot.

Okay.

All right.

You know, you don't...

You don't have to leave...

without snacks.

- You-- you always travel...
- Yeah.

- ...with snacks for the road.
- No, I-- I got snacks.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

- No, I'm good.
- Okay.

- Great.
- Yeah.

- Have a good day at work.
- Yeah.

Send me a photo of you
at your new desk.

- I hear the Cincy office...
- Okay.

...is fancy. So...

- Okay. Bye.
- Bye.

Sorry.

All good.

Bye, Sampson.

Bye, Pritti.

Well, I hate this.
Absolutely hate it.

But she wanted to go.

So I'm not gonna
stand in her way.

I didn't wanna go
to Cincinnati.

I don't know why I said it,

but Ned didn't tell me to stay,

so I guess I'm not.

I'm sorry about lying
to you guys

about our relationship.

That's...
That's not what I'm about.

From now on, total honesty.

Don't tell the staff.

I'm still gonna lie to them.

At least
I got work to focus on.

Busy day.

Busy day.

Hey! How you doing?
I'm Randy,

and I'm a logistics coordinator

for the Lucas County
Emergency Management Bureau.

And I'm Mary Beth,

and I thought we agreed
that I would lead presentations

because you're
the helicopter pilot.

Tornado season has begun,

and we work to get
real-time disaster info

out to the public.

Emergency alerts

have to strike the right tone.

Too alarmist, and you're
the boy who cried wolf.

Not alarmist enough, and you
are risking people's lives.

Mm-hmm.
Mary Beth: Let's see

how the storm season goes

and if you can keep up
with the other outlets.

Indeed, we can.

With the help of something

called "push notifications."

All right? This is something
that only our app can do.

With this amazing technology,

we can send disaster info
to people as it happens. So...

The Truth Teller is not
just a newspaper.

We have an app.

We're a tech company.

If I've learned anything
lately,

it's that you can't
hold on to the past.

Maybe if you let it go,
it'll come back on its own.

Okay. What do we think?

If we're gonna put out
emergency tornado updates,

maybe we need a mascot
for the app.

Something like
Wee Willie Weather?

Something--
No, not that.

Tornado's like a funnel,
so what about Funzie?

Oh, cool, so kids
could run right towards it?

Ned, how about Windy?

Well, see, that sounds
like a hurricane.

Well, it could be
half-hurricane, half-tornado.

Oh, that's diverse.
I like that. Good.

What's Windy's gender?

Long eyelashes could be cute.

Windy should be a boy,

and he should wear pants
so we don't see his thing.

Windy doesn't have a penis.
He's made of wind.

What happened to his penis?

He was born without one.

My God.

Windy should be female.

Where's Mare? She'd agree.

She works at
The Cincinnati Chronicle now.

You didn't know?
We threw a party for her.

We had cake, cupcakes, charcuterie.

It was an incredible party.
Mm-hmm.

But you didn't hear
from inside my office.

You mean my office.

We had cake and champagne
and you didn't.

And you will never see
your friend Mare again.

Hi.

I'm Mare.
Today's my first day.

I, uh, just came here
from the Toledo Truth Teller.

What?

Just saying I'm filling--

Wait, wait-- Hold on.

- Oh. Sorry. Good.
- Okay, what?

I'm so sorry,
I didn't realize.

I was just saying
today is my first day.

So excited to be here.
I'm Mare.

- That it?
- Yeah.

Well, that wasn't worth it.

Hey, Mare, why don't you give us
three fun facts about yourself?

Uh, oh, my gosh.

Putting me on the spot. Um...

Okay, I have three brothers.

Um...

I'm allergic to eggplant.
And, uh...

Oh, okay, this is actually
kind of fun. Um...

I did 23andMe and found out
that I have more Neanderthal DNA

than 92% of the population.

Whoa. Okay. That was fun.

- Hey, great job, Mare.
- Thanks.

- Uh, Jeanie? You wanna--?
- Mm-hmm? Yeah, I got a tip.

Mare said she's gonna
send a pic of her new desk.

But nope.

Nothing yet.

I could text her,
but I'm not gonna.

It's her first day and all.

Ooh!

"Mary Beth. Level yellow."

Okay, everybody. We are on
an official tornado watch.

Now, this is going
to be very hard

to cover this
without Mare, but...

I'm here, boss. Got you.

Oh, my God. What--?

- Take that off. Take that off.
- I can't.

I'm New Mare.

I can't live any longer
in the bullpen.

I need to get my office back.

Marv listens to Ned.

And Ned clearly favors women
who dress like Big Orphan Annie.

Everyone,
I present to you Windy.

Oh.
- Where's his do-rag, man?

We could not incorporate
everyone's ideas.

We're on a very limited budget.

Are there any interesting
stories on social yet?

A guy posted his shed
getting blown away

by a microburst tornado.

How do they know
it's a tornado?

Oh, good point.
Why not cover it and find out?

Yeah.
- And I will go

take pictures of it.

Sounds great.

- Perfect.
- Okay.

Hell, bro?
That was my story.

Getting scooped
at my own paper.

No, Detrick, look at me.

I want you to be the new Mare.

Okay?
You are Makeshift Mare.

I need you
to assemble the newspaper,

and I need you to find
a solid story

in case there's no tornado.

Now, does that sound good?

- Sure.
- Great.

Thank you very much.

"Sounds good?" No.

"New Mare" sounds like a sitcom

that my mom used to watch
that got canceled in 2014.

You know what sounds like
a good show? New Ned.

No, that doesn't sound like
a good show either.

I'm gonna have to go
to the council meeting.

See you soon, right-- No!
Coming.

Absolutely not.

Why?
No.

Without Mare, you need me.

No, you'll make this
all about yourself.

It's what you do.
Because you're selfish.

I'm not selfish.
This is so ridiculous.

This is so laughable.

I'm not trying to be mean,

but you don't work well
with other people.

You can't, because
you're a narcissist.

Yes, a narcissist,

who currently looks
like Andy Warhol.

Sorry.

A narcissist?

A loving, nice person
is not a narcissist.

A mom can be a narcissist? Ha!

I mean,
when people are jealous of you,

that doesn't make you
a narcissist. Okay?

Mary Beth:
This is the Truth Teller.

They're being re-added
for this emergency

on a provisional basis.

- We're honored to be here.
- I'll bet.

Full-time, non-provisional
member Salty Peanuts,

WBRT, The Bert.

What place
does AM Radio have in this?

Take it easy, Mr. Peanuts.
No one cares about AM Radio.

Ouch.
Hey.

Did you guys see that?

I just put radio in its place.

Ah. I wish
I could tell Mare about it.

Maybe I'll text her.

Yeah, I'll just text her.
I'm gonna text her.

As we all know,
they're pouring

a ton of money in this thing.

Uh, Mare.

- Do you wanna take that one?
- Yeah.

I'm so sorry, what was it?

Over-the-Rhine re-dev.

Maybe you need a hearing aid
too, Wilma Flintstone.

Right.

Up next, the story of a man

who says he can smell
when a tornado's coming.

We introduce...

She hasn't said anything
of value.

- It's just fluff.
- I don't know. I'm entertained.

Shall we make popcorn?

Sorry, so it took
how long to get a permit?

Two years? For a hot tub? Okay,
hm, which inspector did you use?

- We get it, Detrick,
- Mm-hmm.

you're a real journalist.

Ned, should we send out
an alert?

Windy is the gold standard
of information.

We can't go off half-cocked.

Barry [high-pitched voice]:
Half is better than nothing,

believe me.

Who said that?
I did.

I speak up for those
who don't have a voice.

Okay.

- Hey.
- Ned, is your app working?

I haven't seen
any notifications.

We're just putting one
together as we speak.

Yep.

Uh, stand by.

- Are you Mare?
- Yeah. Hi.

Oh.

Ooh, ooh, ah, ah...

Oh, Neanderthal.

That's funny.

- Well, that was mean.
- Thanks.

I know those look like rocks,

but, you know,
you could use them as tools

or bang them together
if it makes you feel at home.

Or you could start a fire
if you can.

Thanks, Todd.

Okay, I think I got
what I needed.

Okay.

Uh, why are you taking
that creepy-ass doll?

Because I brought it.
It's my prop.

It makes the photos
more interesting

if people think
a little girl lived here.

What, like she died
in a tornado?

No, she escaped before it hit.
She just forgot it.

Or, yeah, I don't know.

Maybe it's up
for interpretation.

That's what makes it
poignant as hell.

Sure.

All right.

Oh, look,
a notification from Windy.

"Wind can be fun,

but maybe put off
that jog around the park.

There's a tornado warning
in effect."

- That's not alarmist, is it?
- No, no, no.

That is sober messaging.

Without fearmongering.

Windy is our Lester Holt.

Ooh.

Damn, look at that sky.

I don't think these shed photos
are gonna cut it.

We gotta go get the real deal.

I recently accepted that

my belief in an afterlife
is performative.

And that my only real shot
at immortality

would be a truly legendary,
viral YouTube video.

Is my Ford Fiesta
capable of storm chasing?

I have evenly distributed

four 70-pound kettlebells
in the trunk,

so we might as well be
anchored to the ground.

Siri, text Mare,

"Crazy day, tornado spotted."

Worried-face emoji.

Mm...

Huh. Paleo diet. Makes sense.

Yeah, so just give him
a call, ask him what his...

Excuse me,
does anybody want a pen?

I have a great pen
that I'm using.

I can't be the only one
who needs it.

- Me?
- Ah, I just thought I would ask.

It's very generous of you.

- Oh, okay. Thank you.
- Okay.

You're staying.

While we are talking,

did you hear that word
that Ned called me before?

"Narcissist"?

But a narcissist...

would never offer someone
a pen.

I think a narcissist could offer
someone a pen, theoretically,

if they thought they might
benefit by doing that.

So, what would a narcissist
not do, in case I meet one?

A narcissist would not

sincerely put someone else's
needs in front of their own.

Okay.

I see.

How was your weekend?

Oh. Um, it was-- It was okay.

Are your parents alive
or they're dead?

I'm so sorry.

- Esmeralda.
- Yes?

It's humility,
generally speaking.

Humility.

Yes.

- Thank you.
- Thank you. Thank you.

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

Hey, if you get a picture
of this tornado,

can you forward it?
I wanna send it to my mom.

Does she love tornadoes?

No,
she doesn't believe in them.

- What?
- What?

Okay, was it weird growing up
in an anti-science household?

No, and I don't believe
in them either.

It's called being skeptical.

Which is the essence
of science.

So, you roasted me
for believing in UFOs

while doubting
the existence of wind?

I believe in wind.

I believe in high winds.
I just, like,

a funnel that throws cows
and picks up houses?

Okay, so, then what,
what's all this?

- What happened here?
- Trash, dude.

We all know
we have a littering problem.

That's...

That girl is loco.

Guys?

I respect what you do,

but I can't in good conscience
let you follow me.

The cameras in the car
can film us.

I got this.

Save yourselves.

Gloria Tornado: Folks,
this tornado could have Toledo

in its crosshairs.

It's all up in the air.

That's it? You don't know
if it's coming to Toledo.

She's fearmongering
for attention.

That is beneath you.

Gloria Tornado: ...for
the township of Assumption

in Fulton County.

Text Mare.

The tornado might be
headed for Toledo.

Mare, Mare, Mare.

Pencil, this side.

Thanks.

Got it, though.
Just erasing on purpose.

Okay.

Hey, you know,
sometimes I brick my phone,

just so I can concentrate.

I can show you how.
- No, I can just turn it off.

Sorry.

We're hosting the head of
the Cincinnati Art Museum today

for an informal Q and A.
Care to join?

That sounds great, I'd love to.

Cool.
4 p.m. in the conference room.

"Windy is worried
about downtown Toledo.

A tornado can snatch
a healthy 165 pound man

off his... bicycle."

Hm.

Text Mare, "Did you see push
notification?" Question mark.

"How are things there?"
Question mark.

"As bad as here?" Question mark.

When she offered to go
to Cincinnati,

that wasn't her breaking up
with me, right?

Wind, science.

Tornadoes, science fiction.

The Wizard of Oz
is not sci-fi.

Do you think it takes place
in the future?

Sci-fi doesn't have
to take place in the future.

Yes, it does.
- It just has to be

science and fiction.

I think we're on
very different pages. Look...

Like trap doors,
made up for movies.

Very real.

How do you know?
Ever been through one?

No, but my ancestors have

and that's why I have
an instinctual fear of them.

Nate.

You work too hard.

Get off a load, dude.

Let me humbly assist you.

Don't mind me, I'm just
handling the trash for nothing.

Hold on! Alfonso.

Gotta empty my clippings.

My God. You got a bit
over me, but it's okay.

It's okay.

Ha! Look, Adam, I'm helping.

Hold it. Hold it. Hold it.
This one's for my bottom.

That could mean anything.

Thanks.

I am loving this.

Detrick, you see?
You know, maybe I'm greedy.

When handling trash
is your reward,

you just don't want
to stop this.

Hey! Acknowledge me.

Oscar, look at me!

What would
your death row meal be?

- Well, was I rightfully accused?
- Yes.

Okay, then,
probably a cold cup of broth.

Or gruel is fine, because
I wouldn't deserve better.

Okay, we keep driving at it,
but it's not moving.

You know, in boats
if a boat is not moving,

it means
it's coming right at you.

Yeah, so let's maybe
turn around.

Wow. Look at that.
Jesus Christ.

What the [bleep]?

Can we turn around?

- Yeah, we probably should.
- Yeah.

Unfortunately,
I'm built different

and I have to go towards it.

The only way out is through.

I don't wanna go through
the eye of the tornado.

Then you shouldn't have gotten
in my Ford Fiesta.

Thanks for checking in.
We're all safe here.

It's not nearby.

And I'm in a massive
stone building.

Sure,
like the pyramids.

Love you, bud.

My friend Kevin just checking
to see I was okay.

Oh. That's great.

Must be nice to have people
who care about you.

Yeah.

"The city is circled
by tornadoes. No way out.

If there is someone
that you love in Toledo,

now is the time to tell them."

Yeah?

Ned, what the hell
was that last update?

The paper is worse
than irrelevant,

Windy is completely unhinged,

and he's panicking people.

She. She is panicking people,
Mary Beth.

- What?
- I've thought it over,

and I have decided
that Windy is a woman.

- Yeah?
- Ned, I'm worried about you.

Worry about yourself, Randy.

You're the one FaceTiming me

while you're piloting
a [bleep] helicopter.

Sorry. It's just--
It's a stressful day.

I'm worried about your safety.

- You're blowing this, bro.
- I know.

Tell me what to do.

Windy had to take
a mental health break.

So we had to find
a replacement graphic.

Luckily, we had someone that
was already a trusted figure,

someone with real gravitas.

Please, open the door.

I'm a lonely woman
in a hurry, here!

Ah! Are you insane?

I need to ask you
something really important.

Go home!

Am I a selfish person?

What?

Am I a narcissist?

Two hundred dollars.

Okay. Channel--
Channel the truth.

I'm getting...

No.

Oh, thank you!

- I knew it!
- Come in. Get out of this wind.

Is your son safe?

I don't know, I think so

because the school
is made of bricks.

- Oh, my God. Okay.
- We're okay.

- We're not okay. I think...
- We're fine.

- We're getting too close.
- No.

- Turn around.
- We're fine.

- Turn the car around.
- Calm...

- Travis, turn around!
- Okay, okay, okay!

God.

God.

Why have you stopped?

We are not gonna outrun this.
Get out. Get in the ditch.

- What?
- Get out of the--

- Adelola, get out of the car.
- Oh, my God.

Getting in the ditch.

Where are you?

- Travis!
- Keep down, keep down, Adelola.

Come on.

What is this?

We're gonna be fine.

- What?
- Do not worry.

Adelola. Look at me.

Oh, don't worry.
Oh, God.

- Pardon me. Sorry, Adelola.
- Where are you going man?

- I'm sorry. Oh, my God.
- Okay.

- Oh, God. Oh, God.
- Are you okay?

Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Oh!

Oh, shit.

Here we go.

Hey Siri, call Randy,
helicopter pilot. Ah...

- Hello?
- Hey, Randy.

I'm on the roof
of the Truth Teller.

- How can I help?
- It's not safe

for me to fly in the city,
where's the tornado?

- Oh, my God!
- What? What do you see?

I just saw a bird
fly into a building.

Ned, the tornado.

Wait, wait, I see a funnel

over by Jamie Farr Park,

but it's headed away from us
over the lake.

Hey, that's Detroit's
problem now. Ha, ha!

- Good reporting, Ned.
- Thanks, man.

You made a difference.

Okay, hey, I gotta bring this
chopper back to Cincinnati.

Wait, wait, Randy, Randy.

Could you do me a teeny favor?

And so we're excited

about this Louis Kronberg
exhibit.

He was an American protégé
of Degas.

It's a milestone exhibition
for us.

Are there any questions?

Me want
know, do you have cave painting?

Me like cave painting.

Why you laugh?

Me want cave painting.

Oh, now you can hear.

Sorry.

It's an in--

It's an inside joke
in the office.

Are your family from Cincinnati?

My girlfriend
works for the Chronicle.

- It's her first day.
- Oh, okay.

So, you're surprising her, huh?
That's sweet.

No, I asked her to send me
a picture of her new desk

and she didn't.

Yeah.

- You're gonna be okay. Okay?
- Yeah.

You wanna get a beer
sometime or...?

I'll see you later.

Yeah.

Thanks.

What am I doing?

No, uh, wait.
Hey! Hey, wait! Randy!

Hello?

Hey, are you okay?

I just saw the tornado warning.

Oh. Um...

Yeah, you didn't see my text?

Not yet, I just figured
I'd call you first.

I'm so sorry,
today's been insane.

That's all right. You know,
maybe just delete them.

And could you say
the same thing to your dad?

I sent him a bunch too.

Today was just nuts.

Okay. Do you have
a minute to tell me about it?

I have about four hours.

But, honestly,
I'd rather hear about your day.

Hey, I was looking
at tomorrow's paper.

That picture of the shed...

...on the front page
was a good get.

- Thank you.
- And that dirty doll.

Nice touch.

But you know what I thought
was just excellent?

What?

Your article.

- Thank you.
- Goodnight, kid.

Goodnight.

Hm.