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Grace, wake up. I need you.

Kimberlyn, Lola,
rise and shine.

Everybody, let's go downstairs.

Now.

I need at least
six hours of sleep

to cover a brokered convention.

I just took
a shit-ton of CBN.

- I'm prime time tomorrow.
- Yeah.

You guys just get
your beauty rest.

It's only our democracy
at stake!

Dick Braun went from
billionaire brainchild

of crypto, running the world's
largest digital exchange,

to a wanted fugitive.

His company, Pygmy FX,

valued at $52 billion,
is now bankrupt.

The man, the legend,
Dick Braun joins us now live.

Bryce, thank you
for having me.

You know, I was napping
in my sleep sack,

and the maid comes in.

And I'm watching her,

and I realized
the regulators, the SEC,

they all have the IQ
of this woman

who cannot figure out
how to use a fitted sheet.

Why am I watching this
when I should be sleeping?

Oh, no reason.

I just figured we could
all use a little brush-up

on Dick Braun since I just
found out he's the one

who paid for the dirt
on Walker.

What?

I think he's
using his billions

to meddle in the election

and try to get
Hot White Guy elected.

So, you know,
we need to stop him.

What do you mean, found out?
Who told you?

Okay, well,
even if this is true,

at least he's not
the worst candidate.

But what if he is?

What if Hot White Guy
is the actual devil?

I mean, we've been
giving this guy

a free hall pass for months.

Months!

Now he might be
the Democratic nominee,

and what do we actually
know about him?

What do the American people
know about him?

Fucking nothing.

And that's on us.

We failed.
- No, we didn't fail.

I don't spend my time
vetting candidates

polling in the single digits.
- Really?

Really, there's nothing that
you wish you'd followed up on?

- No. Um--
- Hmm?

Maybe the car crash
in South Carolina.

I still don't know who
the mystery woman is.

My editor said there was no
there there, so I dropped it.

We all dropped it.

I mean, we liked him.

Hell, even Lola liked him.

The man held a baby.

Okay, well, we still
have time to fix this.

We gotta find out everything
we can about Hot White Guy.

The roll call vote
is tomorrow night.

Action Star's delegates
are up for grabs,

so that means it's
basically a two-way tie

between the Mayor and Walker,

and the delegates
need to know the truth.

You know what?

That Ken Doll Mayor
is always bragging

about his grassroots army
of online donors.

I call bullshit.

I don't usually say this,
but Lola is right.

We should look
into all the angles.

Okay,
I'm starting a group chain

so we can share our reporting.

All right.

I'm gonna scrub the shit out
of the Mayor's background.

Lola, follow the money.
- Yeah.

Grace, follow the woman.

Kimberlyn, follow up
with your GOP sources.

The first person who
finds anything concrete,

run with it.
- Calm down, Ben Bradley.

Oh, OTR--
on the record, baby.

- No, no, it's off the record.
- Okay. I know.

I'm fucking with you.

Okay.

I'm ordering a pot of coffee.

- Okay, look, Sadie--
- Huh?

Do not beat yourself up
about this, okay?

We're gonna figure it out,
but you gotta get some rest.

Okay.

Yeah, I'll be right up.

Hey, whoa.

Hey, there she is.

What time is it?

Uh, almost 7:00.
Did you spend the night here?

I, uh, I was working.

Where are you headed?

Catching an Acela home
to D.C.

What about--
what about the vote?

It's in, like,
less than 12 hours.

I will catch
"The Sentinel's" needle

with the rest of the civilians.

I thought you were more
of a Delta Shuttle guy.

Aw, you remembered.

Do you--do you
really have to go?

Ah, well, there's nothing
for me here, so.

Oh.

I mean, there's nothing
for me to do.

Mm-hmm, right.

You, on the other hand, you
got your hands full, you know?

Busy speaking truth to power,
all that nonsense.

Mm, nonsense, all of it.

I gotta figure out
my next move.

Hey, you're gonna be
all right, McCarthy.

Okay?

Okay.

Come here.

Mm-kay.

I'm your host,
Mike Moriarty,

and today,
we've got a close one.

We're here
with Felicity Walker

and Hayden Wells Garrett,
neck and neck.

Felicity...

Lola, why does it smell like
a hippie's armpit in here?

Oh, it's this Juniper
Palo Santo partnership.

Why, you don't like it?
- Ugh.

Can you hear me that, please?

Okay, fine. What?

I'll just burn it
while you're at work.

Oh, no, that's not it, it's--

I have an apartment here
and a doorman

and a walk-in closet
and a husband.

I should be home.

Well, what about Sadie's
Hot White Guy assignment?

I don't even think I'm gonna
be that much help with that.

Weirdly, all of my
GOP sources like him.

Ugh, proof that he's a
bad fucking dude, Kimberlyn.

Hey, look.

The second you guys
find something,

I will shout it
from the rooftops, okay?

I promise.

I still don't want you
to leave.

Look,
this has been super fun,

but it's time for me
to face my life.

So does that mean I have
to start packing up too?

No, Liberty Direct is
paying for this room.

You can say.

Oh, thank God.

Hello.

What?

You said it was on Liberty.

Hi, this is Sadie McCarthy
from "The Sentinel."

You were on Parris Island

with Hayden Wells Garrett, right?

Would you be willing
to go on the record?

Background? Anything?

And you served
with the Mayor in Iraq.

Would you be willing
to go on the record?

Are you there?

Hi, this is Sadie McCarthy
from "The Sentinel."

We're a newspaper.

And you served
with the Mayor in Iraq.

Hayden Wells Garrett, he's--
he's running for president.

No, no, he's not--
he's not the president yet.

He's running.
It's called a primary.

Just--never mind. It's fine.
Thank you.

Sadie McCarthy.

Declan Morales.

Finally. Finally.

Look, I know that Braun
is backing the Mayor,

and I could tell that something
was up from his time in Iraq,

but no one's giving me
anything usable.

I need your help.

I'm dropping you a pin.

Meet me in an hour.

I thought we said no phones.

You are right. We did.

I'm sorry.

That's a bullshit rule.
What's going on?

Nothing, just--just work.

It's okay.

Does anyone have anything
interesting to discuss?

Well, I thought we'd see
a show this afternoon.

- That's fun. What show?
- "The Lehman Trilogy."

Oh, a three-hour play
about an investment bank?

Sounds so fun.

Uh, this is my editor,
literally two seconds.

Walt, hi.

Yes, well--well, I am
chasing something bigger.

Yes, bigger than
a brokered convention.

Just find me
a competent stringer

that can handle
news of the day.

Is that too much to ask?

Thank you.

Everyone enjoying
their pancakes?

They're really fluffy.

Maybe the Frick could be fun.

Fuck the Frick.
What is happening?

So much.

So much is happening.

The Democrats may have

a Manchurian candidate
on their hands--

or he's the one
pulling the strings.

I don't know which.

What I do know
is that if I cannot find

a competent stringer who can
handle the bullshit news,

I will never nail this story.

- Maybe I could help.
- No, Annie.

I'm serious.

Before I destroyed my life
by dropping out of school

and following a sociopath,

I was getting an A
in New Journalism.

You were taking
New Journalism?

You were getting an A?

Do you know the difference
between background

and deep background?

Hey.

Hi.

How long you been
standing there?

Not long.

Can I, um...
- Yeah.

I thought you were staying
at the hotel tonight.

Yeah, I was.

Then I missed my bed.

I missed you.

Well, thank God.

I don't mean
to sound ungrateful,

but everything but "the"
and "and" is redacted.

Everything you need to take
down the Mayor is in there--

and here.

Off the record?

Always.

I told the Mayor things,
personal things.

I actually thought he was the
most decent man I'd ever met.

Everyone thought that.

That's why Dick Braun
handpicked him.

But then why would Braun pay

to dig up dirt
on his own horse?

What better way to have
leverage over a candidate

and the president than to know
his darkest secrets?

And I should warn you,

we could both be arrested
for having those.

You're a whistleblower.

We've got the First Amendment
on our side.

Tell that to Snowden
and James Risen.

The DOJ uses the Espionage Act
to come after spies,

leakers, reporters.

They can and will
prosecute anyone

who disseminates
government secrets

related to national defense.

Well, then I better
get reading them.

We have to stop him
from becoming president.

We will.

I promise.

Okay, my chocolate superstar,
I'm ready.

Tell me all of it.
Give me the details.

Don't spare me a drop.

Tell me everything.
- Okay.

I mean, isn't that much
of a story to tell.

Terry Heite called me
into his office.

Terry Heite?
Big Dog Terry Heite?

Big Dog Terry Heite
recognized my big dog wife?

Is that what you're saying?
- Stop it.

You're making me blush.
- No, I'm proud of you.

Okay, so you get
your own segment.

I get my own show.

He wants to roll it out
during the convention.

So you're home now, right?

You get to be home.
That's what this means.

Yeah.

That's what that means.

Are you--are you
being humble or are you

not that happy about it?
- No, I'm happy.

Of course I'm happy. I'm happy.
- Okay. You're sure?

- Yeah.
- 'Cause it seems like

there's something
you're not telling me then.

I have been considering
some other options.

Because, you know,

Liberty has been a challenge,
and I--

And you rose to meet
that challenge.

And that is exactly why
now you get to do

what you've always wanted
to do.

You get to do what you love,

and we can build
a life together.

Maybe even a family--

If that's still what you want.

That is the only thing
I know for sure that I want.

♪ I don't know much,
but I know I've got ♪

♪ Je ne sais quoi ♪

♪ Ooh, la, la, la,
ooh, la, la ♪

♪ Je ne sais quoi,
ooh, la, la, la ♪

♪ Ooh, la, la, la,
je ne sais quoi ♪

♪ Ooh, la, la, la,
ooh, la, la ♪

♪ Je ne sais quoi,
ooh, la, la, la, la, la ♪

I told you I'm freelance,

but I'm in Senator Walker's
traveling press corps.

I have to get inside.

Next.

♪ Je ne sais quoi ♪

♪ Ooh, la, la, la, la, la ♪

I think Dick Braun is using
the Mayor as his puppet.

He wants to control him.

And the Mayor isn't
who he says he is.

You know those ads
he's been running,

touting himself as a war hero?

All politicians embellish
their personal stories.

No, I'm not talking
about embellishment, Alex.

He lied about his entire story.

Are you saying that he
was never captured by ISIS?

No, he was.

It just wasn't
for an act of heroism.

He--he abandoned his post.

He was charged with--

with desertion and misbehavior
unbefitting of a marine.

Soldiers died
searching for him,

and the Pentagon buried it.

And all of this
is in those documents?

My source obtained them
from the DOD,

the NSA--they're legit.

And we--and we need
to move fast on this.

We have to publish
before the roll-call vote.

Someone is going to win
this election today.

The delegates need
to know the truth.

Sadie, the roll call vote
starts in less than two hours.

These are explosive,
libelous allegations.

Our lawyers would need
to do a thorough review.

Even if the documents
are authentic,

we would be criminally
exposed by even having

classified intelligence,
much less publishing it.

And you would need to give
the Mayor, Dick Braun,

anyone involved,
time to comment.

Sadie.

Sadie.

Who are you, and what have
you done with my friend Lola?

I know, I know.

I just thought maybe
if I dressed the part

then I would be let inside.

Nope.

Just made me more of a joke.

You know a young female
journalist's superpower?

Nice tits?

Being underestimated.

I can't even get inside
for them to underestimate me.

All of the big donors
are in the arena.

If I'm gonna break
this money story,

then I have to be in there
with the money.

Fuck that.
Access is a curse.

You don't need them.

What have you got so far?

Just show me.

Well, nothing concrete yet.

But my gut says...

if this Dick Braun crypto bro

was able to create
an entire scam currency,

then he could have
easily made an algorithm

to filter his donations
to make them look like

they were small-dollar gifts.

Avoiding FEC laws
like the Koch brothers

funding the Tea Party.
- Exactly.

All right, let's stick
with that, okay?

Brenda, can you give me
ten seconds?

Okay, thank you.

This might be a lead
on the accident.

Now, listen to me.

Party insiders and donors
aren't your ticket.

You are an outsider,
and not for much longer.

So use that
and break the story.

Brenda, hi.

Yeah, no, I'm sorry.
I'm all yours.

Please take your seats.

The roll call
is about to begin.

Oh, yes, I love it.

Thank you, Monty.

Welcome, everyone. Welcome.

We will now proceed with a
roll call vote of the states

to nominate the Democratic
Party's candidate

to become the next
President of the United States.

Alabama, Heart of Dixie,
home of the Crimson Tide,

casts all of its 52 votes
to Senator Felicity Walker.

Yes, I have had a lot

of eye-opening background
conversations.

I need to get something
on the record.

So just think about what
you would be willing to say.

Thank you.

The great state of Alaska,
North to the Future,

The Last Frontier,
has 15 delegates

to Senator Felicity Walker.

I know this sexy hacker
in Shanghai

deep in with the dark-web shit.

I can get her on this.

Wait,
can she tailor the search

to target
a fundraising platform?

Absolutely.

Connecticut,
The Charter Oak,

casts 11 votes
for Senator Felicity Walker

and 49 for Mayor
Hayden Wells Garrett.

Mr. Mayor,
it's "The Sentinel."

We need to talk.

So, like, I fucked a guy
in Tulum whose whole job

is to hide money for the rich.

You know, the web
is the new Caymans.

Huh.

A walled tropical garden
of opaque transactions.

The great state of Georgia,
The Peach State,

casts 32 votes
for Senator Walker

and 73 votes for Mayor
Hayden Wells Garrett.

Oh.

Anything
on the mystery woman?

Mm, nothing usable yet.

Kansas,
Home of the Jayhawks,

Amber Waves of Grain,

casts its 39 votes
for native son

Mayor Hayden Wells Garrett.

Mr. Mayor, we need to talk.

It's urgent.

Sadie.

I was just
fine-tuning my speech.

You have a way with words.
Do you wanna help?

I don't.

So this digital
fundraising platform,

it sounds pretty simple, right?

Totes.
It's like buying followers.

Not that I've done that.
- Mm-hmm.

Kentucky, The Bluegrass
State, Home of the Derby,

proudly casts its 54 votes
to Mayor Hayden Wells Garrett.

Mr. Mayor, I don't think
you're hearing me.

I have official documents
showing

that you were
dishonorably discharged.

So let me ask you this again.

Did you lie about
your military record?

Sadie, I don't know who's
feeding you this garbage,

but you know me.

It's not a denial.

Michigan, The Great Lakes
State, The Wolverine State,

casts 32 votes
for Senator Felicity Walker

and 93 votes for Mayor
Hayden Wells Garrett.

According to his campaign,
in the last quarter,

the mayor of Topeka
received 5 million

individual contributions
totaling $28 million,

breaking fundraising records.

But according to my sources,
that amount came

from a single donor, the
crypto criminal Dick Braun.

I spoke with Lizzie.

I'd want you to be Chief
White House Correspondent.

That's--that's your dream, right?

Not like this, it's not.

If Dick Braun is
blackmailing you, tell me now.

We'll publish it, expose him.

West Virginia, The Mountain
State, Heart of Appalachia,

casts 28 votes
for Senator Felicity Walker.

Come on, Sadie.
You can't be that naive.

You know that every single
presidential candidate

has played dirty.
That's the game.

What, you think that FDR didn't
lie and root around in shit

just so he could implement
the New Deal?

LBJ had to kiss
a lot of assholes,

but thank God he did,

because he passed
the Civil Rights Act.

He expanded Social Security,
voting rights--

bold, sweeping legislation that
moved this country forward.

So what if he had to do some
unsavory things to get there?

Spare me the sanctimony.

You're a fucking fraud,
and I'm gonna tell the world.

Shh, shh, shh.

Do you hear that?

That's the sound of me
becoming the nominee.

The Middle Coast proudly
casts all of its 84 delegates

to Mayor Hayden Wells Garrett.

Please congratulate the next

President of the
United States...

I couldn't have
done this without you.

Stick with me, McCarthy.

We'll make history together.

♪ Who walked
into the room? ♪

♪ Who walked into the room? ♪

♪ 'Cause it feels
like crashing ♪

♪ And it feels like landing ♪

♪ And I want to dance ♪

♪ And I want to cry ♪

♪ Your wide eyes ♪

♪ Here is everything,
I got nothing to hide ♪

♪ And I got your wide eyes ♪

♪ Your wide eyes ♪

Give me a minute.

The pink bus was a mistake.

No.

The bus was epic.

That's what
the think pieces will say.

"Walker blew it again.

She overplayed the woman card."

Senator, I am--I am so--

Here, I think we can drop
the formalities now.

Call me Felicity.

They were never gonna
let me be president.

Felicity, I know--

I know Dick Braun and the Mayor
colluded to take you--

Dick Braun?

That's what you think
this is about?

Yeah.

Who were you talking about?

The American people.

Sen--Felicity,
more people voted for you.

If it hadn't been
for that fucking dossier--

Sadie, it's over.

If it wasn't Dick Braun, it
would have been someone else.

If it wasn't puppy play,
it would have been

some other
nothingburger scandal.

If it wasn't you, it would
have been another journalist.

You're all the same--

big egos, not very bright.

It's not about you and me.

It's the system.

God, that's depressing.

You called me an enigma
on the front page

of "The Sentinel."

- I just meant--
- No, you were right.

Years of racist,
sexist attacks--

I put up walls.
I developed a protective armor.

But what did people
want from me?

I think people
just wanted you to be

the best version of yourself.

Yeah, be yourself
and you're playing a card--

a race card, the woman card.

Hide yourself and you're cold,
calculating, a bitch.

We were harder on you
because you're a woman,

because-because
you're defensive,

because you're
fucking impossible.

I'm sorry, but you
kind of are sometimes.

But no candidate is perfect.

And deep in my heart,

I always knew that you were
a committed public servant.

You cared about the people
the media ignored.

And you would have made
a great president.

I'd like to be alone now.

The Democrats love to talk
about diseased aliens

and trans-friendly daycares.

But when the day comes,
who do they elect?

A straight white man.

They hate us
'cause they ain't us.

Felicity Walker
is now a two-time loser.

You had to endure traveling
the country with that woman.

What do you think, Kimberlyn?

Kimberlyn?

You know what, Mike?

I'm gonna tell you what I think
after traveling the country.

I think that
we're in a recession.

I think folks are working
longer hours for lower wages.

I think they can't afford
to buy eggs

or fill up their gas tank.

Their jobs have gone to China,
their towns are boarded up,

their husbands are unemployed,
their sons are on opioids,

their neighborhoods are unsafe,

and yet the liberals
want us to believe

that the rise in crime
is all in our heads.

If they're white,
their economic anxiety

is dismissed as racism.

And if they're Black or brown,
they can't vote Republican

without being told
they've somehow

internalized white supremacy?

We sit in our bubbles and we
post our politics on Twitter.

But God forbid
we actually do something

to improve people's lives.

Half of the country
is screaming into an abyss,

and the other half is just
too tired to scream at all.

And then there's you, Mike.

There's you and the rest
of Liberty Direct News.

Instead of bridging the divide,
you pour salt in it.

And the worst part is,
you don't actually believe

half of the vitriol
you're spewing.

You exploit our viewers'
deepest fears,

stoking grievances,
inciting riots,

and then you bring me out here
to widen the audience

and make you feel
a little less racist

before retreating to your
safe space at the Yale Club.

And yes, Mike,
I know you went to Yale

even though you scrubbed it
from your Wikipedia page.

And Nellie Carmichael,
if you're watching this,

I know you saw
"Hamilton"--twice.

You bitch.

I am tired
of being your token.

I won't do it anymore.

I'm tired of screaming
into an abyss,

and you should be too.

Cut off cable news,
quit Facebook,

get off Twitter, and get mad.

Get pissed. Demand better.

Demand better of us
because you deserve it.

And as for me, I promise to be
less focused

on lip gloss and ratings,

and more focused on holding
both sides accountable.

The future of our country
depends on it.

I'm talking to you, Mr. Mayor.

You're the bloody
money-in-politics beat reporter

for "The Wall Street
fucking Journal," Brad.

Do you wanna tell me
how an influencer

beat us on the biggest
money story of the cycle?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

- Over here.
- Are you all right?

I got here
as quickly as I could.

You gotta be
freaking out right now.

No, I'm not freaking out.

You want a drink?

No.
You--did you not get fired?

Oh, yeah, I got fired.
I got real fired.

But I think that
I have something else,

something better.

I don't understand.

Okay, the speech
that I just gave

was not exactly off the cuff.

I've been writing it
for a while.

But at first it was just, like,
ramblings for myself,

just a way to get my feelings
off my chest.

Then I had an idea,
and it was kind of a big idea,

so I didn't think
that I could pull it off,

but I did,
and I think that it worked.

What worked?

I do not--what the hell
are you talking about?

Okay, I had a meeting
with a media consultant

named Johnny Beamer about
launching my own media outlet.

Nobody is talking
to the center-right anymore.

Rational conservatives
who have values like mine

don't have anywhere to go.

And Beamer liked the idea,
but he didn't think that I had

enough followers and everything
to really properly launch it.

So he thought that maybe
I needed a viral moment.

And, baby, I am trending. Look.

I'm sorry, are you saying
that you planned this?

And you didn't bother
to tell me?

Well, it's like I said.

I wasn't sure I really had
the nerve to actually do it.

Yeah, but the whole meeting
with Beamer,

this whole other life plan?

Girl, you clearly put
a lot of work into this.

You built a pitch deck,
didn't you?

We talked about everything

and you didn't think this
was worth mentioning?

I tried to,
but you were really happy

about the Liberty job,
and I just--

I felt like if I told you
about this crazy idea I had,

you'd probably try
to talk me out of it.

And then I would
never take the risk.

Oh, so that's what I am.

I'm the guy that
talks you out of stuff.

No, I'm not saying
that you're talking me

out of what I wanna do,
I'm just--where are you going?

You can't just--
- I gotta go.

I got a meeting that I pushed
specifically to support you.

And it sounds like
you don't even want that.

In fact, Kimmy, I don't
really know what you want.

I really don't.

Sadie, why does the FBI
want to see you?

Uh--

Did you tell anyone
about those documents?

No. No.

Not really.

I--

I reached out
to the Mayor for comment.

I told him what I learned.

They want you down
at the federal building now.

Now?
But the convention is--

Sadie, I'm not asking.

Go. Now.

So what's our next move?

I'm crazy.

You're not here. No.
You're not real.

This is not--this is not--

Said the reporter
who has lengthy talks

with Hunter S. Thompson.

Fair point.

I miss you, Bruce.

Oh, for the love of God
and Johnny Cash,

will you buck the fuck up?

Nobody said this caper
would be easy.

Come on, come on,
we got work to do.

What do you know?
- Okay.

We--we know Dick Braun
is a--is a bad fucking dude.

And he is backing the Mayor,
who is most definitely a liar--

a liar who may or may not
have reported me to the FBI.

But none of it matters anymore.

He won.
- No.

That's what makes it
a better story.

Nobody wins a Pulitzer

for taking down
a small-time mayor.

Nope. He's the nominee.

Why--why do you think Braun
would back a nobody mayor?

My best guess?

Braun knows the power
of a pretty filter.

Put deregulation,
pro-business, neoliberal policy

behind the Mayor's
glossy façade,

add the fact
that he's a Democrat,

and most people won't realize
that he is quietly shredding

our social safety net.

This is a great
fucking story.

But I--God, I need
a comment to publish,

and I'm supposed
to drop everything

and report to the Feds.

Well, fuck the feds.

You're a journalist.

But I can't even
get near Hot White Guy

now that he's the nominee.

You know there's
somebody else out there

who can confirm or deny this--

all of it.

You gotta be kidding me.

You find Dick Braun,

and you confront him
with what you know.

Don't give up on this.

And don't give up on yourself.

My money's on you,
Polar Bear, always.

Oh, God.

Can I buy you a coffee?

- No, thanks.
- Bloody Mary?

Uh, look, you're cute in a
Steve Kornacki type of way,

but you are not my type.
Sorry.

- I'm not hitting on you.
- Why not? Fuck off.

Okay. Okay.

Uh, let's try this again.

My name is Tate Winston Wade.

I'm the Washington Bureau Chief
at "The Wall Street Journal."

We read your story
on the Mayor's

online fundraising juggernaut
with great interest.

Thanks.

So what are your thoughts
on Feingold?

Mm, I prefer real gold.

But here we were,
so focused on holes

in McCain-Feingold--soft money,
sourcing at super PACs,

chasing independent
expenditures

in a post-Citizens United
world.

But you came in
with a fresh angle.

It's impressive.

I have no idea
what you just said.

You will.

Come work for me.

Texting your girl tribe
so early.

Guess there's a lot to unpack
after last night.

It's the truth.

But I'm actually
texting with Annie.

She got a lead
on my mystery woman.

It's so great
what you're doing.

Annie needs this type
of encouragement from you,

even if it's just to build
her self-esteem back up.

Have you ever seen me
blow smoke up anyone's ass?

No.

Our girl is on fire.

I'm telling you, Annie could
have a future at this.

Well, we'll see.

I mean, she's supposed
to sign up for some classes

at community college
next semester.

Fuck community college.

She wanted a gap year.

Let's make it worthwhile.

Okay.

You already have
something in mind.

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, boy.

All right, well, at least
let me just get some coffee.

- Here you go.

Thank you.

Pygmy FX Manhattan.

- Jay Carl, please.
- Who's calling?

This is Sadie McCarthy
from "The Sentinel."

- Again?
- Yes, again.

Please hold.

Yeah, I'll hold.

Oh, shit.

So I was in Delaware when I
realized, I don't have a home.

Did you get rid
of your apartment?

No, uh, the thing I'm--
I am trying to say,

Sadie, is, uh, you are my home.

Yeah, so, um, I was headed back
to my sad, empty,

very tidy Georgetown apartment,
and I realized

I love your messy,
mid-range hotel room.

I love that you have
15 half-empty water bottles

all around you at all times.

I love that your power cords,
they're constantly tangled.

I love that you wear boxers
in a freezing cold hotel room.

I love that you--you mumble
about the Electoral College

in your sleep,
and every morning,

it takes you 45 minutes
to turn off your alarm.

I love that you eat
more Twizzlers

than could possibly be healthy.

I love that you
are the only person

who understands this crazy
lifestyle we've chosen.

Sadie McCarthy,
you are the only person

who understands me.

I don't know, I just figured
I should tell you that.

You do know
"When Harry Met Sally"

is my favorite movie, right?
- Yeah, I do know that.

Yeah.

Now, how can I help?

Funny you should ask.

Do you know Jay Carl,
Dick Braun's press guy?

Yeah, I know Jay Carl.

♪ I'm feeling rough,
I'm feeling raw ♪

♪ I'm in the prime
of my life ♪

VIP suite credentials?

Your name's Malcolm?

Yeah, that's correct.

Jay Carl! Jay Carl! Jay Carl!

Jay--I know you can hear me.

Jay.
- What the shit, Sadie?

A story is about to run--
a very damaging story.

And the entire world
is going to ask

why Mr. Braun didn't comment,
and he's gonna say to you,

"Why couldn't you spin this
for me?"

And you'll say,
"Oh, well, I could have,

but, you know, I was a pussy."

My, we are a hotshot,
aren't we?

Yeah, we are.

Wait here.

Yes, I'm heading there now,
Mr. Beamer.

I'll meet you
at the press check-in.

Right, the social media tent.

Right. That sounds good.

Maybe we should
get an Uber instead.

- Hey.

Grace.

Hey.

God damn this.

God damn this fucking day.

What are you
talking about?

You crushed it last night.

You're a viral sensation.

A viral sensation
on the verge of divorce.

And work won't love you back, right?

So where does that leave me?

Okay.

What happened?

I don't know what happened.

I don't--all I know
is that you were right.

Everything that you told me
back in Vegas--

everything you've been saying
all along, you were right.

We can't have it all.
That's what it is.

Okay, listen to me.

There is no such thing
as work-life balance.

It's all an ebb and flow.

Some days the work is good
and the home life is shit.

Other days,
it's the other way around.

What's fucking beautiful
is that you have two things

you care about that much.

You have a husband who
loves you and you love him.

You two are gonna
figure this out.

We're all just gonna
figure it out, you know?

Now, Lola told me
about Johnny Beamer.

Does this mean you're starting
your own media empire?

That's huge.
- I don't know.

I don't know what it means.

Beamer says that I need more
than one viral moment, so--

Well, what about a scoop

that could take down
America's Mayor?

What do you say
to allegations

that you commissioned
opposition research

on Felicity Walker in an effort
to get Mayor Garrett elected?

You still think anything

you write in your paper
matters?

No.

But I think the truth matters.

I hate to break it to you,
"Sentinel,"

but the truth left the building
a long time ago.

Okay, this is not Russia,
Mr. Braun,

and you're not some
fucking oligarch

who can buy our democracy.

You know, you--
your fantasy about democracy,

it doesn't exist anymore.

You know,
people vote out of fear,

misinformation, selfishness.

Our political system is a joke.

No one is in charge.

It is a circus
that never packs up.

And who better to step in
and fill the void

than the people in this room--

CEOs, titans of industry, entrepreneurs?

Huh? Who else?
Them, the unwashed masses?

They'd elect a cantaloupe
for a trip to Disney

and a blooming onion
grease bomb at Outback.

Democracy is not
your plaything.

Ho-hoo! Whoo!

Everybody, can I have
your attention, please?

Your attention, please,
everyone!

Attention, please.

I'd like to introduce you
to Sadie.

Excuse me.

She thinks our democracy
cannot be bought...

And that our future should rest

on the morbidly obese shoulders

of everyday fucking Americans!

How are we gonna
break it to her

that our democracy is dead?

It's fucking dead!

Can you hear me
in the cheap seats?

It's dead!

D-E-A-D, dead!

Peanuts? EpiPen!

Fuck you!
- Oh, shit!

♪ Some folks are born
made to wave the flag ♪

♪ Ooh, they're red,
white, and blue ♪

♪ And when the band plays
"Hail to the Chief" ♪

♪ Ooh, they point the cannon
at you, Lord ♪

♪ It ain't me, it ain't me ♪

Please welcome to the stage
Hayden Wells Garrett!

♪ It ain't me, it ain't me ♪

♪ I ain't no fortunate one,
no ♪

♪ Some folks are born
silver spoon in hand ♪

♪ Lord, don't they
help themselves, no ♪

Thank you.

Thank you.

To the chairman
and my great friends

in the Wisconsin delegation,
and to all my fellow Americans

on both sides
of the political aisle,

it is with deep humility

and profound gratitude
I accept your nomination

for the Presidency
of the United States.

May God bless you,

and may God bless
the United States of America!

♪ Some folks inherit
star-spangled eyes ♪

♪ Ooh, they send you
down to war, Lord ♪

♪ And when you ask 'em... ♪

How did we get it so wrong?

Why did we give him a pass?

Were we blinded by youth?

Ambition?

Cynicism?

Hope?

As I watched him on stage,
it hit me.

We had become unwitting agents
of the patriarchy,

and it would take
all of us to stop him.

We have a warrant to search
for the classified materials.

Right now, agents are
ransacking your apartment,

your hotel room,
your mom's house,

your boyfriend's apartment.

Is he really my boyfriend?

We will find them.

Go ahead.

I don't have them.

Can I go now?

The boys on the bus would have
knifed each other

to get the story.

We were supposed to be rivals,

nemeses, vicious competitors.

Instead, we became a family,

bonded together to save our
democracy or go down trying.

♪ You can stand me up
at the gates of hell ♪

♪ But I won't back down ♪

♪ No, I'll stand my ground ♪

♪ Won't be turned around ♪

♪ And I'll keep this world
from dragging me down ♪

♪ Gonna stand my ground ♪

♪ And I won't back down ♪

♪ Hey, baby ♪

♪ There ain't
no easy way out ♪

♪ Hey, I ♪

♪ Will stand my ground ♪

♪ And I won't back down ♪

♪ No, I won't back down ♪

Greg, move your head.

Bye.