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- You need to call off your dogs.
- My dogs?

I know you're trying to have
nasty stories published about Hannah.

Jesus Christ.

- Do you know what time it is over here?
- What time it is where, Fred?

Do I need to explain
the concept of a mobile phone to you?

I don't know where the fuck you are.

I'm in Milan.
I'm trying not to wake up my wife.

Cory, I called you days ago.

These nasty stories,

and it seems to me they're true,
not nasty,

they're your fault.

My fault?

I called to talk
about getting the case dismissed.

You didn't call me back,
so I took matters into my own hands.

- Pays to call back business associates.
- Hey, you and me, we're square.

Let's cut the shit.
You woke me up from a deep fucking sleep.

I don't wanna waste one second
on the phone with an asshole

who's pretending to have any scruples
or the least bit of fucking power over me.

You don't.

And who the fuck knows
what's in that fucking book?

But once it comes out,

those liberal motherfuckers
are gonna act like it's the Bible.

Maggie Brener is the voice of God.
Hannah Shoenfeld...

- You need to shut your fucking mouth.
- No.

No. You're gonna do what I say

and keep your Woody Woodpecker
fucking comments to yourself.

The target is on me.
You were there to give me my exit package.

The woke mob won't like hearing
you paid me off to make yourself CEO.

That was the deal, remember?

Do you really wanna spend
the rest of your life

wondering what I had to say that was
important enough for me to come here?

Cory, they need continuity,
someone who can keep building up,

who doesn't feel the need
to take the place down to the studs.

They need someone unsullied by Mitch.

If it helps you process it,
I am Nixon, and you are my Ford.

You give me my pardon and my exit package,

and I get on that helicopter
and fly off into the sunset.

And then you can tell the country
that our long national nightmare is over.

That's where it ends.

Then you're free to do
whatever you want with my company.

I'll be gone. I'm not gonna stick around
and watch you fuck my wife.

That was the deal.

If that goes away,

Cory, I will have no reason to spare you,
and good fucking luck to you.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey. I texted you. You didn't reply.

How long have you been standing
outside my door?

Well, I choose not to answer that question

on account that the answer
will be incriminating.

- Okay.
- May I come in for a minute?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Fuck. Do you know how long it's been
since I've worn shorts just because?

You know I have to get up
at 3:30 in the morning, right?

I know, I know. But what if I was,
I don't know, like, you know, a surfer.

Would you still like me?

Something that didn't have "chief"
in front of it and "officer" at the end?

Okay, what's wrong?

I just... I'm...

I wanted to see another human being
who I think cares for me as a human being.

Seemed like a healthy thing to do.

Okay.

Also…

I wanted to talk to somebody
who knew Hannah.

What's... What's going on?

This wrongful death suit.

It is heavy, heavy business and...

- Right.
- And

it's…

easy to forget that she was a real person.

- Yeah, she was.
- Yeah.

Did she tell you anything
about her past or her family, or…

Not really.

She told me her mom died
when she was little,

and she wasn't very close to her dad.

You're not trying to get out of
paying him, are you?

Definitely not.

And the only place you'll see
Wednesday's Democratic debate

live from Las Vegas is on UBA and UBANC.

And make sure you tune in early
and stay tuned after

to see Bradley lead
the pre- and post-debate analysis.

Why, thank you, Alex.

It's Valentine's Day.
Plenty of love to go around.

Okay. "His company's
financial information computers

will do everything,
including give you a blow job."

Impressive.

"I guess that puts a lot of you girls
out of business."

Jesus.

No, no, no. Wait till you read the part
where Bloomberg calls Fergie "a fat broad"

and Princess Anne "a horsey-faced lesbo."

- Horsey-faced?
- It says "lesbo."

Plus, he tried to stop us
from drinking large sodas.

- Which is just un-American.
- Well, that's it. Out.

I'm not gonna ask about sodas, you guys.

Come on.

- I didn't mean you should ask.
- Thank you.

- But…
- It's not about "should."

- It's gross.
- I know. Guys, I'm sorry.

Listen. We just don't have a lot of time.

We're threading a really fine needle here.

And if it looks like
I'm letting them steamroll me,

or that people think
that I'm picking favorites

or that I ask the wrong question

or I ask the right question
the wrong way...

Whatever it is, it's all...

All the attention is gonna land on me

and not choosing the leader
of the free world, okay?

That cannot happen.

- Yep.
- It cannot happen.

Okay.

Okay, so what else are we...

He was pro coal expansion.

- We could pivot into that.
- Turn that into renewable energy.

- Let's do health care.
- That'd be good.

Okay.
How about this, you guys? How about this?

So that it's about more
than just Bloomberg.

"Senator Sanders,

how do you believe
the recently resurfaced quotes about women

attributed to Mayor Bloomberg
will impact his electability

in a general election
against Donald J. Trump?"

Okay. Senator Sanders, two minutes.

The American people
deserve someone who represents them…

- That's Bernie.
- …and not just the one percent.

- Dude, you could just say it.
- Women make up over 50% of voters…

Ouch. Fuck. Right now?

Mayor Bloomberg's treatment
of women, quite frankly, is…

- Be right back. Excuse me.
- …a detriment to the Democratic party.

- You lost her.
- You gotta quit doing Bernie.

You lost her. But he got the hands right.

Audra?

Wha... What a surprise.

Alex, what a cool office.

Thank you.

So, how has it been being back?

They're giving you
quite the hero's welcome.

- It's good. It's been really good.
- Yeah?

- Hey, Audra, what are you doing here?
- I'm a little bit early…

…for a bite with Daniel.

And I thought I would just,
I don't know, pop by.

Well, we don't really have
a "pop by" kind of relationship.

True. I just figured that if I called you,
you would ask what it was about,

and then we would have
this whole conversation over the phone.

And this really feels like
more of a "in person" thing.

What is this dire conversation
that has to be had?

Okay.

Maggie Brener's book
is coming out next month,

and her press agent wants her first stop
on her book tour to be at YDA.

That makes sense.

And?

And I wanna make sure
that you're okay with it.

Because, Alex, if you're not,
I'm not gonna do it.

Why wouldn't I be okay with it?

Well, I don't know.
I mean, I don't know what's in the thing.

They're making me go to their office
to even read it.

But I do assume
that you're a main character.

And, of course, I would assume
that you're okay with it,

me doing the interview.

Because if it wasn't, you wouldn't do it?

I wouldn't.

But I am so glad
that I have your blessing.

Well, I have to get back to it.
I do appreciate, though, you stopping by.

Keep fighting the good fight.

Okay, you know what, Audra?

Come on. Let's just cut the bullshit
for just a second.

I have always been gracious to you,
have I not?

What?

You honestly believe that.

Well, nonetheless,
the past is in the past,

and I'd like to hope that
if the shoe were on the other foot,

you would offer me the same courtesy.
Bye, Alex.

New York will see highs of 45.

We have a cold front coming in
that'll... that'll...

Okay, next graphic, Tom.
Okay. Good, good. Good.

Out west, a high of 61 in Vegas.
Alex, Bradley, I'll talk about the debate.

Check conditions in your neck
of the woods. We got this. It's good.

Hey, Mia. Mia. Hey.

Hey. I just need a minute, okay?

Why am I not going out into the plaza?

I can't send you out.
It's too unpredictable.

We gotta put this "spirit animal" thing
to bed.

- Okay, I apologized.
- Yeah, well, that came off as insincere.

But I talked to Stella. We have a plan.

I can't send you until everyone's back,

but you and a crew will go
to Florida next week.

You'll tour the Tah-Thi-Ki Museum,
sit with members of the Seminole tribe,

you'll learn about their culture.

Then that will be that.

Okay. I mean...

I'm fine going to the museum,
and I'll talk with the people.

But why does it have to be filmed?

I mean, wouldn't it seem more genuine
if I did that in my private time?

Maybe, but then our audience wouldn't know
you learned your lesson.

You're setting an example.

I think I set an example

by being a pretty decent
first-generation Cuban in this country.

What, you gonna teach me
something about racism now?

You trying to go down this road
with me today?

- 'Cause we're gonna need some snacks…
- Come on.

- …on this road. Yanko...
- I'm not talking about you, Mia.

I'm talking about the collective you.
Come on, Mia.

You know what the problem with racism is?

You don't fix it
by pretending to wanna fix it.

And she's full of shit. Stella.

She's... I mean, prejudice, it...
It's like a scavenger hunt for her.

You should have seen her eyes light up
when she decided I was a Republican, okay?

Now if racism...
If that's still an issue here with me,

I'll deal with that quietly.

But I'm not gonna be Stella's tool
and go and pretend to fight it on TV.

No, I'm not gonna publicly genuflect
at the altar of her progressive bullshit.

- Okay? I'm sorry. Not doing that, okay?
- Yanko...

Actually, I'm not sorry,
and I'm not doing that.

- Rena, could you give us a second, please?
- Sure.

- You're welcome.
- You're amazing.

What's up? You were gone so long
I let everybody go.

That's okay.
So, Audra just stopped by my office.

Apparently, Maggie is going on YDA
to promote her fucking book.

And she just came by
asking for my blessing,

as if she wasn't gonna do it anyway.

Okay. You know
that this book is going to come out

- whether Maggie goes on YDA or not...
- I know it is. I know that, Chip.

You just gotta get me that book.

You want me to get you a...

- How am I supposed to do that?
- Yes.

- They're not gonna give it to me.
- My God. What a shitty attitude.

- That's not a sh...
- Honestly, you're back one week

- and then you can't do anything. Come on.
- I'm being realistic.

Well, you should find it, because I bet
you're prominently all over that book.

Well, I'm sure I am.

- I'm sorry. That was shitty.
- That was shitty.

You know what, but… whatever. It's true.
We have way too much work to do.

- Can we just get into this, please? And...
- I can't work anymore.

I can't work... I gotta go home.

- I gotta get out of here.
- Well...

Well, can you at least stick around
for a few minutes?

- Madeleine is stopping by and...
- Shoot.

I... Listen, I would love to,
but I gotta...

I honestly... I fucked up my back.
Something's wrong. I just...

I gotta get out of this place.

- I'm really sorry. Okay?
- Sure. Sure.

- Okay. Well, rest up, and...
- I'm sorry. I will.

- I don't... Happy Valentine's...
- Happy Valentine's Day.

That's the last one.
Think you got everything you need?

I think we have everything, yep.

- Well, that wasn't so hard, was it?
- No.

Thank you for helping me. Really.

You could have chosen
to quarantine without me.

Why didn't you?

I like your company.

I don't want you to think that...

What I'm... We're not gonna sleep together.

That's not what I meant. I... I…

Sorry, that's... I'm not...

I j... I'm just... I'm glad you're here.

I'm glad I can help with the documentary.
That's all I'm... That's all.

I know that.

- This isn't about you.
- I know that.

You're a very beautiful woman.

You're a good person.

Kind, funny, smart, fun to be with.

I know.

I'm just pretty damaged.

I know.

Then why do you want to stay?

The damage thing, you know,
makes me feel at home.

You didn't say I had good judgment.

- Here he is.
- Thank you, Jasmyn.

- Hi. You're here.
- Hello.

Sorry, give me a second.

So, this is TMS?

Well, this is just debate central.
TMS is an idea.

Well, don't blow my mind before
the Alex Levy meet and greet you promised.

Shoot. I am so sorry.

I forgot to tell her you were coming,
and she had to go.

- Does she have Valentine plans or...
- No, no, she... She just…

Shit got real today…

and I can't believe she got me
to come back here. So…

Hey.

No matter what happens,
we'll figure it out, okay?

I will always teach, and you...

You can raise alpacas
and make them debate each other.

- Okay?
- Okay.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

Take me out tonight?

- Yes. Let me just finish up, okay?
- Okay.

All right.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I chartered the plane out of Teterboro
for you tomorrow at 1:00.

You're scheduled to land in Green Bay
about 4:00.

- What's in Green Bay, by the way?
- It's a personal thing.

And you're the only one
that knows about it.

You don't need a hotel, right?

Because I booked you
to come back tomorrow.

Yeah, no, I don't.
And cancel all my Vegas travel.

Stella's gonna be there.
She can handle it.

- I got too much to do here.
- Yeah, no problem.

- Itinerary's in your calendar.
- Good.

- Your juice.
- Thank you.

Hey, by the way, you know who's dating?

Laura Peterson and Bradley Jackson.

No, they're not.

Well, I don't know
if they're dating exactly.

It's unclear if there's any romance.
But my friend saw them walking...

Nobody likes a gossip, Kyle.

- Right. Got it.
- No, no, no.

No. No. Not that.

It's not true.

But also, nobody likes a gossip, Kyle.
Don't be a gossip.

Okay. Okay.

- Have a good trip.
- Okay.

No. No. No.

I don't have to go.

You cannot go bleary-eyed
to the board meeting, understood?

I'm gonna tell them
that I'm not coming back

unless they rehire you.

I'm not.

I have leverage.

Do not.

I'm... I'm better off.

Seriously.

Can't you see?

It's gonna be so weird
to be there without you.

But maybe it would have its advantages.

Well, then maybe being bleary-eyed
wouldn't be the worst thing.

So, this interview with Mayor Pete
just miraculously popped up?

Well, we didn't get to spend
Valentine's Day together,

so I miraculously called Mayor Pete,

and he miraculously scheduled
an interview.

Fuck.

Do you have any Advil?

- You got a headache?
- It's my back. I told you that yesterday.

O... Okay.

Sorry.

- You wanna have it looked at or something?
- I have to moderate a debate.

I can send someone to the hotel.

I'm gonna make you work for it.

Good.

What the fuck is she doing here?

- She works for UBA. I don't...
- I don't care. Come on.

- She makes me so uncomfortable.
- Why? It doesn't...

I don't know.
She doesn't like me, for one.

- Never has.
- That's not true.

She has never, ever, ever been nice to me.
And I don't know why.

- What is wrong with you?
- I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know. I just don't. Something's...
I don't feel good. I don't feel right.

I feel stressed. I'm tired.
And I'm just, like, my back, it just...

I feel like there's, like,
this monster inside of my body

and I can't... I can't get it out of me.
I can't get it out.

It's just...

That's why we need to...

Just get me a fucking Advil, please.
Jesus, God.

Get it yourself.

What did you just say?

- It's coming.
- Just say... Okay.

Thank you.

Hey.

What makes you think
it's okay to just walk in here?

Apologies.
Are you not open, Mr. Shoenfeld?

I'm...

- I'm Cory Ellison.
- I know.

- I am suing you.
- That you are.

And I just wanna say,

I do not wanna hear you telling me
what a great girl Hannah was

- and how sorry you are for my loss.
- I understand.

Well, that's fine, but you still haven't
answered my question.

What makes you think
that it's okay for you to just show up

and walk in here?

None of it is okay.

But I needed to talk with you
without all the lawyers.

Well, first of all, we may be
on different sides of this lawsuit,

but we're on the same side of the issue.

The network bears responsibility
in all of this,

and the network should pay.

119.2 million is a rounding error for UBA.

You think rules don't apply to you,
showing up at my business.

We're gonna make you really pay.

Did you say "you"? "You"?

UBA, they're a company.
This is a corporation.

There is nothing to hurt.

Why are you here
if there's nothing to hurt?

Would you take the fucking money? Take it!

It's not gonna make you feel
any differently, but it's all that's left.

- You need to take the settlement.
- Don't yell at me.

I'm not. This is not me yelling yet.

But I'm trying to drive reason
into your brain.

We're closed!

Look.

We said we'd settle if you paid us
what you paid that fuck, Fred Micklen,

just for him to go away.

I would pay you if it was up to me.

But I have a board and shareholders
I have to answer to

who are not gonna agree
to pay you $119.2 million, period.

Well, what the hell is wrong with them
that they agreed to pay it to that fuck?

This case of yours,

it's gonna get thrown out,
and you're gonna get nothing. Nothing.

Please, take something. Take the money.

It's the best that you're gonna get.
Please. Take the deal.

Look. I'm almost 70.

The money is meaningless to me
unless I can use it to resurrect her

or buy her a better dad.

Mr. Shoenfeld, your daughter is
about to get smeared in the press.

Smeared?

- They're gonna try to...
- "They're" gonna do it.

Not you, they.

Yeah, they, not me.
I didn't have to come here.

My interest is in trying to do right
by your daughter.

They're gonna try to make it seem like
she had problems

- long before she got to UBA.
- What kind of problems?

They're gonna say
she was a longtime drug addict…

before she got to UBA,

before she met Mitch Kessler
and Fred Micklen.

And…

And that your daughter slept with people
in order to get information.

Awful stuff, purposely awful.

They wanna make it too hard
for you to keep going with it.

They wanna make you go away.

Well, is it true?

Tomorrow you and Eric are meeting
with Deena Pham to get acquainted,

and then you're spending
the rest of the day doing a full mock.

You've got to get to bed early
to be up for TMS Monday at 4:00 a.m. here.

It's Vegas.
4:00 a.m. is when the party starts.

No party. Work. Let's get out of here.

- I know. I know. Okay.
- I'll see you guys in 25.

- Bye.
- Listen.

- Everything's gonna be okay.
- I know it's gonna be fine.

- Okay? This is all doable.
- All doable.

- Nothing bad's gonna happen.
- Nothing bad's gonna... Shit.

- Shit. Fuck me.
- Shit. Shit.

Did she see me?

- Is she still... What's she doing?
- I don't... No. Not... Hold on.

- Just keep your head down.
- But don't look.

Okay. So I should maybe look like
I'm looking for something.

- She... Don't turn. Don't turn.
- Thank you.

She's gone. She's gone. See? It's fine.

You just said
nothing bad could happen. God.

Get it! Fido!

Very good. Here. Take. Take.

Take. Take. Take it. Take. Ta...

Bravo.

Hey.

Hey, take your virus and go back to China.

What?

Hey, don't give me your China virus,
ching chong.

You don't know what you're talking about.
Go educate yourself.

Go fuck yourself, you slanty-eyed bitch!

Stop giving everybody your bat virus!

The fuck's your problem, man?

You fucking ignorant asshole.
And she's Korean, you fuckwit.

Why don't you go back
to your shitty country

and stay the fuck out of ours, dickhead?

Get your fucking hands off me!

Hey, hey, hey! Relax! Stop.

All right, all right. Come on.

Fuck.

Thank you, Senator Sanders.

That concludes tonight's debate.

Our thanks to my fellow moderators,

to the candidates,
and of course, to all of you,

the audience here and at home.

The Nevada caucuses are this Saturday,

with the South Carolina primary
just one week later.

Then the big prize,
Super Tuesday, on March 3rd.

We'll be following it all for you.

For now, from all of us at UBA,
I'm Alex Levy. Good night.

Okay. Great rehearsal, everyone.

- That's a wrap for today.
- God. Can I have an Advil, please?

- I know we're in Las Vegas…
- Yeah.

…but let's not get too crazy.
Be in bed by 11:00.

We're back here at 8:00 a.m.
after Alex wraps TMS. Enjoy your night.

It's good.

- It's good?
- Yeah, yeah.

Wanna get a drink?

With you?

I don't see anybody else here.

- All right.
- Come on. I know a terrible place.

- It'll be fine.
- I'm sold. Just help me.

- All right. You good?
- Just don't mind being my wheelchair.

- Yeah, I got you.
- Jeez.

Have you heard from Professor Viola
at all?

No. I hope he's okay.

He's been very present in my life
every day since, you know?

I've been watching that interview
over and over.

Admiring your work?

No, not at all.

I mean, I get more bummed out
each time I watch it.

- It's really good.
- I don't know.

All I see... Yeah, it's great.

Sorry. It's great.

But all I see is missed opportunities.

- You know?
- It is great.

You're very new to this.

But even if you weren't new,
it would still be great.

I need more practice, you know?

- I need...
- Once this COVID thing is over,

you're gonna have all the practice
you can handle.

Gonna be up to your eyeballs
in this stuff.

Let me interview you.

Let's not.

It would be so helpful.

I appreciate that.

But the last time
I was supposed to be interviewed,

it didn't go well.

I understand, but in this case,
it would be just for me.

Just for practice.

Come on. We're going to be stuck here
for two weeks.

Okay. I understand.

All I can think about is
what's in that fucking book.

I... So, I get it, man.

- I'm worried about it too.
- What do you think is in there? Come on.

I don't know.
The Vegas stuff for one, for sure.

Yeah, but if that's in there,
who would have told her about that?

I don't know if it's in there,
but as far as who,

maybe Mia talked to her.

She's clearly not thrilled
with me right now,

and I kinda don't blame her.

That was the same night that
Mitch asked me to take her off his team,

and I just fucking did it.

That could be in there.

I mean, you were talking about how
you didn't want Mitch's garbage.

Wait, what? What?

What... What do you mean?
That's what you said. Remember? We were...

No, I didn't.

Yes.

You said Mitch could shit where he eats.
You didn't want his trash.

- I know you didn't mean it like that...
- No. I didn't say it.

Hey, I'm not judging you...

You should judge me
if I said something like that.

I just didn't say it.

- Okay, fine. You didn't say it.
- No, don't do that now.

- What?
- Now you're just being a jerk.

- Okay. What do you want from me?
- That just sounds condescending.

I want you to know
that I did not say that!

You…

You do this thing. You...

There are a lot of things
that you conveniently forget.

And it's frustrating.

My God.

What?

I see you remember everything.

Did you talk to Maggie Brener?

- Yes, but not on the record.
- My God.

- Don't... It's not... It's not...
- My God.

I can't believe you came back
to work for me and did not tell me

you spilled your fucking guts
to Maggie fucking Brener!

- No, I did not spill my guts, okay? I...
- Shit.

I helped you. I didn't have to.
Let's not forget you got...

- You got me fuckin' fired, okay?
- How... I did not get you fired.

- I did not get you fired.
- What... How is that not true?

And what do you mean you helped me?
What's that supposed to mean?

- What do I mean?
- Yeah.

I mean despite all of this shit
that was going on between us, I...

- I did your PR.
- My PR?

- I didn't mean it like that.
- My PR? You think I need PR?

- Come on.
- Got it.

So you think
I'm a really horrible person too.

Wow. Okay, great.
So I don't have an ally in the world.

This is amazing.

- Where's my fucking room? Fucker.
- Okay. Hey.

- Take it easy, okay?
- Goddamn it. Hold on, hold on.

- Are you all right?
- Yes, just... Just give me a second.

- I think I'm back this way.
- Okay. Listen.

I'm not saying
you're some horrible person, okay?

- Fuck.
- I'm just... Here, let me...

- Get off me. Don't touch me.
- I'm just trying to...

Shit. I'm sorry.

I wanted someone to know
that I was not a horrible person.

- Okay? Fine, I admit it.
- I see. I get it.

I wanted people to know
I leaked the story. Okay?

I see.

- Okay.
- Okay?

So, you wanted to look like a hero.

And what does that mean for me?
What do I look like?

You… are just gonna look like you.

That's it.

This fucking book.
I just fucking can't stand it.

Can't fucking stand this fucking book!
Shit!

Story's killed everywhere but The Vault.

Fuck.

Well, if they publish,
is Shoenfeld gonna back down?

I mean, that's what Fred's after, right?

No, he's gonna soldier on,
and he'll lose the case

or it'll get thrown out,
but that's not really the point.

The point is keeping a dead woman
from being dragged through the mud.

I don't wanna screw up my paycheck,
but does anybody care?

Her dad doesn't.

I care.

Is this personal to you?

Do not.

Okay.

Well, as far as The Vault goes,
I don't know what to tell you.

As soon as they can confirm
what they've got, they'll run it.

The only thing that moves the needle
at a place like that

is an even more salacious story.

Right.

I'm having so much fun.

And to think I wanted
to moderate the debate.

Then I wouldn't have gotten to spend
this time with you.

I wouldn't get to relax

and eat 15 different kinds of weird foods
that don't go together

and put it all on UBA's tab.

By the way, did you see Alex's face?

She looks like she swallowed a lemon
ever since we got here.

I feel kinda bad for her.

Don't.

Is there something specific
that happened between y'all?

I feel like you don't like her,
but I don't know why.

You don't seem to love her.
We bonded over that.

Well, I know I've said some things, but…

I don't know, there's something about her.
I just always end up feeling for her.

Well, just wait.

You don't have to tell me
if you don't want to.

I'll tell you.

Okay, but not because I made you
or I, you know,

- twisted your arm or anything.
- I will tell you.

No, I will. I have nothing to hide.

I was anchoring at YDA.
I was doing really well.

And I had a small group of friends
in the business who knew who I really was.

And then Alex came to town.
She was in the class behind me.

And she made friends
with some of my friends,

started to hang out.

I can't get her to hang out with me.

Yeah. She presented herself differently
back then.

You know,
she was a little bit more easygoing.

A little more sunny.

But she was always a careerist.

Anyhow…

by knowing my friends,

she eventually found out
that I was a lesbian,

and she seemed fine with that, you know?

But then pretty soon after she found out,
Your Day, America found out.

What? Are you saying that she…

- How do you know?
- I don't.

But what I do know…

is that she definitely was
one of the people

who did not show up for me
when it happened.

I stopped getting her calls
and her invites.

And then I remember,

one day I was walking down Fifth Avenue,
and I saw her on the next block,

coming toward me.

And she saw me…

and looked away and crossed the street
so she wouldn't have to run into me.

I never forgot that, and I never will.

Wow. Did you ask her about that?

What's there to say?

I don't know.

No. I'm not gonna waste my time with
people who bring me nothing but chaos.

Life is too short.

Life is chaos.

But that's what this is for.

Clearly, your family has
a different relationship with alcohol.

Who is texting me?

It's Cory. He wants to know if I'm in bed.

"Dear Mr. Ellison,
I was asleep until you texted me."

I think he likes you.

No, he just doesn't trust me
to follow instructions.

Okay. I'm gonna go
and let you text your boyfriend while I...

- I'll just...
- He's not my boyfriend.

I'll be right back. Yeah.

- Hey.
- You know the phone didn't ring.

Well, that's weird.
I had 'em put me through to room 735,

- west tower, right?
- Shit.

I was kinda surprised
you could sleep through all that.

Well, you know,
I'm on TMS early in the morning,

and I have four hours of analysis
after that.

So I just thought I should get
some extra sleep, but...

I even turned down tickets
for Thunder From Down Under...

Yeah, okay, I don't care.

Okay, well, if you don't care,
then let me go back to bed.

No, please, I really need your advice.

- Is something wrong?
- Hey, Bradley.

- Bradley.
- It's Cory.

My God. I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry. Are you still there?

I... Yep, sorry. One second.

God.

God.

God.

Fuck.

Okay. Fuck this.

So, there's this story still out there.

And her dad didn't care?

I wouldn't say that,
but he's a tortured soul.

He's not interested in the settlement, so…

if I can't find some way
to keep this story from being published,

it is gonna be published.

This is the one thing she asked,
that her name not get out there.

And it's already out there,
but this is a million steps beyond that.

Jesus. I mean, this would have killed her.

To know at the end of this she was just
portrayed as some unscrupulous drug slut.

What a fucking world.

I know.

So, why don't you go to The Times

and just tell them
that Fred is trying to libel Hannah?

Or do you not wanna do that
because you'll get fired

because it's not
in the network's interests?

No, of course not.
I'm trying to do the right thing, Bradley.

Why is that where your mind goes?

Look.

Hannah told you her story.

She confided things in you
she didn't confide in anyone else.

And, well, for better or worse,
you're my Jiminy Cricket.

So, I'm asking you,
as a moral center of mine,

as the person…

who's more concerned with what's right
or wrong than anyone I've ever met,

if I can find some way to contain this,

to keep Hannah
from being publicly denigrated,

should I do it?

I will do whatever you say,
'cause I know it'll be the right decision.

Should I do whatever it takes
to keep the story from being published?

Yes. Absolutely, yes.

And I'll try to think of some way
to stop it too.

Okay, thanks.

I really, really appreciate it.

Now, I'm gonna let you get some sleep.

Won't be calling up to your room anymore.

Okay. Good night.

All right.

Take your time.

You asked what I thought I did wrong.

I fucked up, obviously.
I shouldn't have done any of it.

I didn't want to be this person.

I didn't want to hurt anyone.

I didn't want people to think
I was the kind of person

that could hurt someone.

And now one of those women is dead,
Hannah Shoenfeld.

And that should have never happened,
obviously. That's just…

I was just self-absorbed and ignorant,

and I thought it's what she wanted.

And if she had just been able to tell me…

It's easy to say right now, but…

if you don't believe me,

then why waste a fucking second
talking to me?

That guy is a monster.

And as bad as it was,

sleeping with her wasn't my real...

wasn't my... my worst mistake.

A year ago, during the unpleasantness,

I was out of my fucking mind.

I was like a scared little animal
just trying to claw my way back.

So, my back was to the wall,
and what do I do?

I ask Hannah to help me,

which is unbelievably stupid.

But I did. I showed up on her doorstep,
and I asked for her help.

And she told me how she felt.

And she told me
how the situation had hurt her.

And it was so obvious,

the amount of pain she was in
in that moment.

But I still couldn't see.

I didn't understand why she felt that way.

And I pressed harder…

and I said horrible things.

And that is to me... That's my real crime.

Because…

I can't write it off as ignorance.

I knew what I was doing,
and I did it anyway.

I need to talk to you.

Fuck. Ouch.

- Jesus. Alex, are you okay?
- Fuck.

God. Please don't waste my time
asking me questions you don't care about.

Wait a minute.
I don't want to see you in pain.

I don't care. I don't care
that you don't want to see me in pain.

You have to.

You can't just write a book about me,
say whatever you want and cause me pain,

follow me across the country
to torment me, and act like you care.

Okay, first of all, I didn't follow you.
It's a presidential debate.

Yeah, one that I'm supposed to be
fucking moderating.

And I didn't say whatever I want.
The book is fact-checked.

Not by me.

Whoever claims to know anything
about my life is full of shit.

Alex, I reached out to you multiple times.

I did my very best to be fair to you
and to everyone.

Fair to me? Fair to me would be
you don't write a book about me.

Okay? Who cares?

Alex, it's a little late
to be storming into my hotel room,

stamping your feet.

What is it you even want?

I would like to see the book.

I don't have a copy on me.

That's such bullshit. That's bullshit!

The thing comes out next month.
You... Where is it? Come on.

I'm telling you.

- Come on. Where the fuck is it, Maggie?
- I'm telling you.

- I don't have a copy on me.
- Okay, I don't buy that.

- That's not it.
- We'll see.

My God!

"The Wrong Side of the Bed.

Corruption, cover-ups,
and a crisis of culture on Amer...

America's number one morning show."

What is this? What is this?

What the fuck is this?

It's a mock-up of the cover.

What's in the book?

There's nothing in it about you
that you don't already know.

Tell me what's in the book, Maggie!
Come on, I know I don't come off well.

- You don't like me. You've never liked me.
- That's not true.

- Which part?
- That I've never liked you.

Is there something specific
you'd like to know?

Laura Peterson implied...

The part about you sleeping with Mitch.
That's what you're worried about.

So, it says that?

It does.

Well, it's not true.

I don't... Who told you that?

- Alex.
- My gosh.

That is libel. Okay?

Maggie, you better fix that.
You have to fix that.

Otherwise, I swear to God,
you are gonna feel the wrath of God.

I'm not kidding.

Sue me if it's not true.

The book is done,
and I'm not changing that.

And I'm not going to include
this little epilogue,

so don't say I don't care.

I have to moderate a presidential debate

while you're making up salacious shit

about unimportant people
doing unimportant things.

I have to go out there

and speak on behalf of all womenkind
or some bullshit.

And that includes you, okay?

Do not do this to me, Maggie.

Do not associate me with him in that way.

Honestly, Maggie, if you fuck me up,
you're gonna... Shit!

You're gonna fuck up our whole country.
Jesus. Fuck. Fuck.

Alex, do you wanna maybe lie down
for a little bit?

God.

Mitch.

- You spoke to Mitch. Did he tell you that?
- I did.

Briefly. All off the record.

I can quote him to you.

He said, "Fuck off."

I'm gonna go now.

Fuck. Fuck.

My God.

Good evening everyone. I'm Eric Nomani.

Welcome to Las Vegas.

Here with me on the stage tonight,

chief political reporter
for the Las Vegas Weekly, Deena Pham,

and my former partner,

co-anchor of UBA's The Morning Show,
Bradley Jackson.

We want to send our best wishes
to Alex Levy.

Get well soon, Alex.