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- Good morning.
- Morning.

Oh, it looks perfect.

Well, I've learned
from the best.

You okay?

Honestly?

I don't know.

I don't know if I can do this.

Of course you can.

Call him back.

What, now?

Well, he's been waiting.

This is Frank.

Frank, this is Julia Child.

Is it?

So lovely to hear your voice.

Forgive my tardiness.

I was at the White House making
a television special

if you can believe it.

Yes, I know.

Which is a long way
of explaining

why I'm just
getting back to you.

I only now received
your message.

Well, I'm glad you called,
Julia,

and just in time, I may add.

I was beginning
to doubt whether

I'd hear back from you at all.

Oh, Frank.

You must be joking.

You continue
to think I'm joking

when I'm not joking.

I've waited long enough,
frankly,

and I want information.

I thought I'd pay a visit
to WGBH,

and you can tell me
what you know face-to-face.

Great.

I'll see you soon.

- Hello.
- Hey.

Mm. Sorry. I'm chewing.

Chew away.

So I had a thought--

thought I'd come visit you.

Mm.

I like that thought.

Can you pick me up
from the train station?

Of course I can.

I have so much to tell you
about the White House.

Oh, man.
That's right, the White House.

- I am so proud of you.
- Mm.

And you could tell me
all about it over oysters.

Oysters?

Oysters and lobsters
and clams.

Oh, my.

I made a reservation
at the Union Oyster House.

Oh, my goodness,
what's the occasion?

No occasion.

Here we go.

Let's do it.

But why you?
I don't understand.

Because I have the tools

to get him
what he's looking for.

How?

Because Paul and I
were members of the OSS.

Oh.

The Office
of Strategic Services.

- I know.
- During the war.

Which is now part of the CIA.

You were spies?

Well, I--I didn't say that.
No.

- I see.
- So Paul didn't retire.

Oh. No.

I know he was fired.

Uh, not exactly.

He was internally accused
of being a Communist.

And a homosexual.

- Ah.
- Yes.

We were in Norway,
and around the time

we learned that "Mastering"
was getting published,

I was summoned to D.C.

Finally my
long-awaited promotion?

No.

Uh, turned out to be
quite the opposite--

a cross-examination.

They wanted me to name names,

which left me no choice
but to up and quit.

Why didn't you tell me?

I would have liked you
so much more.

Well, yes, hindsight is 20/20.

Well, we can kid later.

They're blackmailing me,

threatening to go public
with the accusations

unless I play ball.

Julia is their in at WGBH,

which they think is a dangerous
den of poisonous snakes.

- Oh, come on.
- Yeah.

But seriously, Avis.

We need you to help us
thwart the FBI.

Oh, I told Julia
about Stanley.

Oh, I never liked that guy.

Mm, I did.

I did, too,
but we've bigger things to do

than talk about boys.

Let's save the world first.

Then martinis on me.

You wanted me?

Yes. Have a seat.

Um...

This is hard for me
to admit, Judith.

Truthfully, I don't
think of myself

as ever being in the wrong,
but since the party,

my heart has been pounding
in the roof of my mouth.

It's--it's like
"The Tell-Tale Heart" up there,

and I need to get this off
my chest, or it will kill me.

I've been too hard on you.

No.

I know it, you know it.
It needs to be stated.

It doesn't.

And you deserve
more than an apology

because the person
I'm really upset with

isn't you, of course.

It's me.

I appreciate this,
but really--

And I promise you...

As abusive
as I have been to you,

I have treated myself
far worse.

Not to sound maudlin,
but I need to say this

so I know it has been said.

Follow your heart.

Edit what you want to edit.

You have impeccable taste,
Judith.

I trust it.

I don't know why
I ever doubted you.

Everyone to
"The French Chef" set.

I'm calling
an emergency meeting.

This is not a drill.

Pronto, people.

What do you mean
you're calling a meeting?

You're talent.

I'm sorry I've kept this
from you all for so long,

but I hope you can see
I had little choice.

Julia said it all in her
wonderfully roundabout way,

but to sum up,
our old friend Frank

is worried about
the Left's dangerous influence

on the media.

The work we do on civil
rights and against the war.

WGBH is a left-leaning
organization,

and to bozos like Frank,
that spells trouble.

They could shut us down.

They're coming for all of us.

And if they didn't think
Julia was their stooge,

this, of course,
would all be top secret.

None of us would know they're
keeping dossiers on us.

They are doing this
at organizations like ours

all over our fair
and fragile country.

Here's the plan.

This is not how
I wanted to go out.

Oh, I'm sorry, Albert.

To be blindsided
with such startling news

moments before
my final episode,

how do you expect me
to perform?

Just try blowing.

At least it's me
and not a stranger.

We'll get through it together.

Julia, I need
to confess something to you.

The thing is, in my youth,

I was a member
of the Communist Party,

but it's not my fault.

I'm Canadian.

It's a socialist country.

The Communist Club
and the Curling Club,

they were the popular clubs,

and I wasn't
a very good curler.

I have a double-jointed
shoulder,

so my sweeping
is for shit on one side.

I'm all butterflies
with a broom.

Ask my mother.

May she rest in peace.

I just didn't know what to do.

Oh, Albert. Albert!

Look at me.

You can do this.

You have more knowledge
in your little pinkie--

Knowledge in my pinkie?

Yes, Albert,
don't be so literal.

You are an esteemed man
of letters,

and you will rise
to the occasion.

Now let's go put on a show
that'll leave 'em wanting more.

Trumbo, Lardner, Duhamel.

I guess it was inevitable.

Places, everyone.

It's been a great privilege.

And we're live
in five, four, three...

Hello, and welcome
to "I've Been Reading."

I'm Albert Duhamel, of course,

and it looks like we've
come to the end

of our metaphorical
semester together.

For the last time,
I have the honor of saying

class is now in session.

Thank you so much for
meeting with me, Mrs. Jaffrey.

It is my pleasure,
and please call me Madhur.

To say I'm intrigued
is an understatement.

Well, I read
the Claiborne article

- in "The Times" the other day--
- Wasn't that lovely?

He is such a benevolent man.
And that accent!

Those feasts you make
for all your friends

sound utterly divine.

My husband and I also
throw big dinner parties.

We adore cooking
for people we love,

and we've even dabbled
in Indian cuisine.

It was a very nice article,

but I still don't understand
why you wanted to meet with me.

Well--oh! Ah.

This is seekh kebab,
and these little biscuits here

are called bakarkhani,
and I used to love

eating them as a child.

Ah, this all looks fabulous.

Indian cuisine is still
like the ocean to me.

There's so much to explore
below the surface.

It is a cuisine
unfamiliar to most Americans

but one that is as rich
and complicated

and flavorful
as anything out of France.

Exactly.

I want you to write
a cookbook for us.

Me?

Oh, I am not a cook.
I am an actress.

That's not what Craig wrote.

The second I saw you,
I knew that the feeling

I had in my bones reading
that profile was right.

You have it in you.

You can do for Indian cuisine

what Julia Child did
for French.

I don't know what to say.

I'm rather speechless.

It's worse than I thought.

I knew it.

Well, thank you, Frank,
for opening my eyes.

Den of snakes.

More like ballroom of snakes.

Chateau of snakes.

I feel naive.

If it weren't for you,

who knows
what could have happened.

They could have gotten
their claws into me as well.

I can't tell you how happy
I am to hear that.

You've seen the light.

And what a light.

We're old friends, you and I,
and old friends know things.

It may have taken you a minute,
but I always knew

you'd come through for me,
for us, for her.

Her?

- America.
- Ah.

Right.

Can I ask you?

What was it like to eat
at the People's House?

Oh, it was the meal
of a lifetime.

Well, of course, it was.

I can't stop
thinking about it.

They treated me like a queen,
Frank, like a queen.

Look at you--
Julia McWilliams from Pasadena

dining with the president.

I've been
on a high ever since.

I'm still on one
if you can believe it.

I think your best bet
is to talk with everyone

in your sly, strategic way,

uncover all the corruption.

I hope you don't mind,
but I've taken the initiative

and prepared a list
of who you should interrogate.

Question.

Right, question.

Right.

Russell Morash?

Yes, sir.

I'm Agent Frank Bludger.

I'm with the FBI.

Dubble Bubble?

Uh, yeah.

Sure.

I'm part of a team that
looks into places like this.

Places like what?

Like WGBH.

Oh.

Organizations we've flagged
as potentially subversive.

Oh.

Look, I'd love to help you,

but, honestly,
I don't know anything.

According to this,

you were fished out
of the Charles River

a few months ago?

Let's start with that.

First of all, I really don't
have any information for you.

To my eyes, at least,
we're pretty squeaky.

Second of all,
I want my lawyer.

If I'm not mistaken,
it is not against the law

to protest in this country.

I'm a decorated
war hero, sir.

I mean,
that was a long time ago.

What's the cliché?

If you're not a liberal
when you're young,

you have no heart, and if
you're not a conservative

when you're old,
you have no brain.

Um, it's something like that.

So your friend Stanley
Lipschitz is heavily involved

in the anti-war movement, hmm?

Pardon my French,
but fuck that guy.

Yeah, I like you.

You should talk to Albert.

That guy, well, he's Canadian,
if you know what I mean.

I mean, I'm Canadian.

What excuse
does Mr. Morash have?

Yes, I attended
an anti-war event,

but it was Avis DeVoto's idea.

She made me go.
I was just making a docuseries.

Hmm.

Show business.

Did you talk to Russ?

They were all his ideas.

I never thought much of them.

Man to man, sir,
I was just following orders.

Have you talked to Roland?

Now, there's subversive.

Avis DeVoto pushed
hallucinogenics on Russ.

She's dangerous.

I hear there's
agitational material

hidden in the ceiling.

Roland will tell you.

If you listen
to "Karate Cats" backwards,

you can hear them say
"God is dead."

Word is,
they're developing a show

about how to make bombs
from ingredients

already in your fridge.

You should ask Hunter
about the time

he made us all drop acid.

Tune in and tune out, indeed.

Is office nudity a crime?

This is
the People's House,

where everyone's voice in this
great nation can be heard.

Great nation, my foot.

Keep reading.

Well, the sermon is about to
begin here on the South Lawn

where they're rolling out
the red carpet,

and we're going to see
everything.

There must be thousands
of people here this morning,

and some of them
are terribly important.

When all the important people
are in their places,

the ceremony begins.

This bunch of howitzers

is about
a quarter of a mile away

from the White House
but pointing

in the opposite direction.

They're ready to give
a 19-gun salute

to the man
in the black limousine

as only America can.

Goodbye, Margaret.

Have a good evening.

Back to D.C.

Safe travels.

Hi.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So I have quite the night
planned for us.

- We are celebrating.
- Celebrating what?

The White House, dummy.

Oh, right. Of course.

Maybe we should just
hang at my place.

Oh?

I had a really weird day.

You sure?

I mean, those oysters
are wicked fresh.

Did I say that right?

Sure, and sort of.

Wait, what happened?

I don't even know
where to begin.

Well, maybe oysters
will help.

I really don't mean to be
a party pooper, Isaac,

but can we do something
low-key, please, for me?

Yeah, of course.

Okay.

I mean, on the one hand,

the White House footage
is incredible.

I can't believe
some of the shots we got,

and cutting it together has
been the most satisfying thing

I've ever done professionally.

On the other hand, this guy
Frank was fucking weird.

I'm not exaggerating, honey.

I was interrogated
by a lunatic.

We all were.

Thank God for Julia and Paul.

If it wasn't for their plan,

I don't know
what would have happened.

He wanted names,
we gave him names.

We played him like a violin.

It was insane.

Oh, my God.

That chicken looks stupendous.

Do you even still
have an appetite?

Are you kidding?

This is just to pace myself,

just something to tide me over
until the main event.

Aren't you gonna
ask me about my day?

Of course.

Of course. How was your day?

Well, I roasted a chicken,

read some board books to Vicki,

oh, and I vacuumed.

Was that a trick question?

No, it wasn't.

So?

Oh, I think Frank
was sufficiently flummoxed.

At least I hope so.

- Out of the woods?
- Oh.

By the skin of our teeth,
I might add.

Told Margaret he was
heading home to D.C.

when he left,
but, oh, Paulski,

I felt like I was back
in the OSS.

Wild Bill playing
his mind games on me,

and Coolidge and I fighting
over poisons and shark meat.

I remember it
like it was yesterday.

You always said
if you want to hide evidence,

bury it in a mountain
of evidence.

I felt squeamish all afternoon,

but by George,
we worked as a team.

Everybody played their part

and pointed their finger
accordingly.

I was proud of our motley crew.

Would you say
mission accomplished?

Oh.

More like mission stalled.

His, that is.

Ah.

- Mm.
- Ah. I have chills.

It's so creepy,
yet so brilliant.

I love how much you love it.

Whoa, are you crazy?
What are you doing?

I had the worst day, Isaac.

I know, but turn
the volume back up.

I am so grateful that
I am not alone tonight.

Sometimes your timing has been
a bit spotty...

But not tonight.

Tonight, it was perfect.

Don't you wanna see
how it ends?

My day was an episode
of "The Twilight Zone."

That was enough
"Twilight Zone" for me.

Uh, okay.

Uh, okay.

Okay, so I had something
way more elaborate planned.

Oysters were involved.

Uh-huh.

But, um, Alice, I've been
thinking about this a lot.

Oh.

And I know
what you're thinking.

You--you have
the worst poker face,

but you're wrong because
before you say anything, I--

I'm quitting my job.

I have an interview
here tomorrow.

My plan is to come to you,

to be with you

if you'll have me.

I could be a lawyer anywhere,
but there's only one Julia,

so this is where
you need to be.

You thought
we'd need oysters?

Yes!

Hello.

I know it's early.
Did I wake you?

No, no, no, no, what's wrong?

Is it Frank?

Frank? No.

I just couldn't wait.

I have some exciting news
to share with you.

Are you sitting down?

Well, I'm lying down.

Uh, right. Sorry.

"The French Chef" has been
nominated for an Emmy.

A what?

An Emmy.

- Paul, Paul.
- Hmm, wha?

We've been nominated
for an Emmy.

Oh. A what?

An Emmy, Paul.

An award for television.

Oh.

Mazel tov!

Apparently, there's a
new category this year

for educational television.

This is huge, my dear,
and I'm coming to Boston

to celebrate with you.

Make a reservation anywhere.
It's on Knopf.

Oh, how marvelous.

We have two things
to celebrate.

Two?

Yes, Paul and I
just thwarted the FBI.

Morning, Emmy nominee.

Good morning, pleb.

So I've been thinking--

Russ, seriously.

One day, I'll grow up.
I swear.

But not today.

Russ, I--I don't wanna
just be a housewife anymore.

I want more.

I wanna work for you--
or for Julia--

or for "The French Chef."

Now, I don't want any
special treatment, mind you.

I will prep, chop, clean,
hide behind the counter.

I do all those things anyway--

except hide
behind the counter--

and you can harass and abuse me
and get away with it.

But I wanna learn from her,
from Julia.

Well, sure.

Why not?

I mean, I think
it's a great idea.

Color me tickled.

My wife, a working woman.

Cool.

Diane, send flowers to Craig
Claiborne and to Julia Child.

- Sure thing.
- Go big.

Hello?

Simca, this is Judith
calling from New York.

I have the most wonderful news
to share with you.

Julia's been nominated
for an Emmy.

What is an Emmy?

It's an award.

Who won that award before,
other chefs?

Oh, no.
It's an award for television.

Oh. It's a stupid award.

It's a new award,
this category,

the first time
it's been awarded.

Oh, then who cares?

I think you should call Julia
and congratulate her.

Don't be silly.

Simca, as your editor,
I am insisting

that you call
and congratulate Julia.

As your friend,
I'd hope you'd want to.

What do you think?

It's just sort of harrowing,
putting them live

into a pot of boiling water.

Oh, it's all part of the fun.

We all have a touch
of the murderer in us.

This way, we can let it out
for a moment,

and it's perfectly harmless.

Tell that
to the lobster's mother.

Oh, yes.

Mm, hmm.
You look rather euphoric.

Emmy glow?

Well, yes, but actually,
I wanted to tell you--

- Julia.
- Yes, what is it?

- He's back?
- Who?

- The FBI goon.
- What, Frank?

Yeah, and he's brought
a team with him.

Oh, I should have known
it was too easy yesterday.

All right,
we've got five minutes.

Listen up, everyone!

Surprise, I've returned--

this time
with a search warrant.

There will be no hiding
from me now.

Let me call Mr. Fox for you.

You have two minutes.

You've got this.

Yes,
without a moment to spare.

Courage.

Okay, places, everyone.

And we are on
in five, four, three...

Well, these lobsters
spent last night

in the icy waters of Maine.

Today, they're going to star
in our production

of homard à l'américaine,

one of the most famous
French lobster dishes.

Welcome to "The French Chef."

I'm Julia Child.

Now, homard, meaning lobster,

à l'américaine,
in the American style.

Good old Uncle Sam.

The lobster goes in here
in this section.

This half is called
the living room.

That always tickles me.

And he crawls in there,
and he smells

all the fragrant bait,
which is in the second room,

which is called the bedroom.

There's all the bait
tempting our lobster

to come to the boudoir,
and so he does.

Now, apart from our star,

we're going to need butter,
lemon, tomatoes,

garlic, and white wine.

And these ingredients
will really bring--

oh, thank you, Lloyd.

These ingredients
will really bring out

the heavenly
and truly unique flavor

of our good friend,
the lobster.

And he spreads his arms wide,

and he flaps his tail
like that--

flap, flap, flap,
flap, flap, he's--ooh!

Oh.

Lobster on the loose.

Oh, yes.

Got him!

Well, he is a lively one,

and who can blame him?

He's fighting for his life.

Now, you want to put it in
head first,

and that's because
the lobster's brains,

hearts, and feelings
are right here in the head,

and this will kill him
instantly and painlessly.

And we cover the pot

and put a weight on it

so that there's no escaping,
just in case.

Now, the first thing to lop off
are the claws

with our...shears.

You need to break up
and break down the lobster

for homard à l'américaine.

Honor guards from every branch
of the service

are here this morning--

Marines and Navy and
Coast Guard, the Air Force,

and way down there are
the Army and their howitzers.

They're ready to give
a 19-gun salute

to the man
in the black limousine.

You should be able to get
tarragon at any grocery store.

I'm using dry here,
but fresh is even better.

And if they don't
have tarragon,

demand that they order some.

Our markets need herbs.

It's 1964, for goodness sakes.

This is America.

So, now, it's hard to describe
what these critters taste like

because they don't
taste like anything else,

but goodness, heaven.

I don't even have
the words to tell you

how delicious this is.

But maybe I can try
and find the words.

It's succulent, sweet,
and briny.

Tender, and serve it
the French way, in its shell,

which has become
a brilliant red.

And a chilled white wine
will really bring it home

and knock you out.

Say, a Côtes du Rhône
is just perfect.

And now to review our good old
all-American lobster...

After the execution,
it's break down into pieces,

sauté in hot oil, flambé,
add wine, and simmer.

And 20 minutes later,
it will all come together

in something marvelous.

And that's all for today
on "The French Chef."

This is Julia Child.

Bon appétit.

The coast is clear.
They just left.

Oh, heaven, I haven't
felt that nervous

since the pilot episode.

Seeing as I have you all here
on this beautiful set

now filled with the goodies
that make this place

the special place it is,
I have news.

We've all been nominated
for an Emmy Award.

Let's throw a party,
tonight, on me.

This isn't over yet.

Isn't it?

You'll be sorry, Paul.

There are things we know about
you that you would rather--

Yeah, yeah. Julia told me.

She did?

Leak what you want.

Say what you want.

I stand by my life,
and I stand by my marriage.

And nothing you say
is gonna change that.

We'll see.

Change, Frank,
don't be afraid of it.

It's the side
you always wanna be on.

Oh, coming.

Coming.

Hey, love.

What a delightful surprise.

What's wrong?

What do you mean,
what's wrong?

Nothing.

Let's just say I'm not
used to surprise visits,

but I could get used
to them in a heartbeat.

Now, what's wrong?

Oh, it has been quite a day.

Quite a day, huh?

I don't even know
where to start.

Well, why not start
with the biggest news

and work your way down.

Yes, that makes sense.

I'm glad you think so.

Oh, my Lord!

Mom.

I can't believe it.
I just can't believe it!

He bought the cow.

May I remind you it's 1964
and saying things like that

makes you seem like a relic.

It's an oldie
but a goodie and a truey.

My goodness, honey.

I am going to miss
your sass, though.

Luckily, New York is
only a train ride away,

and I do so love it.

Broadway musicals especially.

Last time
your father and I went,

we saw Diahann Carroll
in "No Strings,"

and she was breathtaking.

Oh, and she could sing too.

Don't worry.

I'll visit a lot.

Actually, Mom,
he's moving here.

Here?

What do you mean?

I mean here, as in Boston.

He's at a job interview
this very moment.

You must be some woman,
Alice Ruth,

or should I say Alice Delilah.

I underestimated you.

Oh, my God!

It must be Judith.

I told her to call
when she got to the station

and we'd pick her up.

Just in time.

Hello?

- Julia.
- Ah!

Oh, my super Française.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I'm calling
to congratulate you.

Congratulate me for what?

For your Enemy nomination.

Emmy, my darling.
It's Emmy.

Oh, whatever, um.

Congratulations.

Oh, that's very kind
of you, Simca.

I was wrong about TV.

I was wrong, yes.

There. Happy now?

Oh, I'm not so sure.

You should see
some of the garbage

that passes for entertainment.

Oh, people like garbage.

Yes, I guess they do.

And thank you, my sister.

Any reason to hear your voice
is a plus in my book,

and hopefully
all this distraction

will buy us some time
with our little project.

We'll be side-by-side
soon enough, hmm?

Oh, yes, we will.

No, I'm in Boston.

- What?
- Boston.

Boston, Massachusetts.

We're celebrating.

Celebrating what?

Julia's Emmy nomination.

An Emmy nomination?

Well, fuck me, Jascha Heifetz.

Who are you on with?

Blanche.

Blanche.

Blanche.

This is Julia Child.

Mm.

Well, I understand
congratulations are in order.

Well, uh, maybe,
but, oh, Blanche,

this would never have happened
to me without you.

As you know, every other
publisher turned me down.

I have a lot of angels
in my life,

and I try to thank them
as often as I can.

So thank you.

That's very kind
and generous of you to say.

As we both know,
it's barely true.

Oh. But barely.

Judith was right about you.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm going to go and eat

lots of shrimp cocktail
in your honor.

Oh!

Go under.

- She's good people.
- That she is.

We'll talk in the morning.
I should go.

No, no, no, not yet.

Stay--stay a minute.

I--I was at the doctor
this afternoon.

No matter what they tell you,

I want you to succeed me.

- I, uh--
- No.

Don't let them push you around.

Now go.

Celebrate your friend.

We'll talk face-to-face
when you get back.

Julia! Julia!

Oh, Russ, darling.

I wanted you
to connect with Marian.

Oh, Marian, what a delight
to see you again.

I--I still get butterflies
when I'm around you.

You'll have
to get over that

if we're going to be
working together.

I know.

I can't tell you
how excited I am.

Now, I'm not sure Russ has
told you my conditions,

but there are some things
I insist upon.

No, he didn't.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

You must tell me
embarrassing stories about Russ

as often as possible.

Wonderful.

You remember
my husband, Paul.

Of course. Of course. Hello.

This is Julia's place.

She and Paul
come here every week.

Wow.
I love the subterranean vibe.

Oh, yes. It's very French.

Julia.

Oh, you must be Isaac.

Welcome to the family.

Just in time.

I'd like to make
a toast...

to myself.

No, no, but seriously,
on this day,

Julia and the Emmys
and celebration,

I wanna say goodbye
on a purely positive note.

This has been
the ride of my life,

and I will always--

Hunter,
you can't cancel Albert.

You just can't.

He risked his life to save
the station, and besides,

who knows when the next
author finds their way

to "I've Been Reading"
and another show is born?

Plus he has
a lovely baritone.

He'll sing for his supper,
won't you, Duke?

While tearing off
a game of golf

I may make a play
for the caddy

But when I do,
I don't follow through

'Cause my heart
belongs to Daddy

I have no idea why that
just popped into my head.

Oh, all right,
one more season.

Oh, no. Please, Albert.

No, it's unbecoming.

Speech, Julia.

Speech, speech.

Okay, gosh.

Oh, gosh, heavens, what a day.

I--I've never been prouder
of our band of merry men

than I was this afternoon
making lobsters

and setting us all free.

And I thank Paul
for showing me by example

what it is to be brave.

These last few days,
starting with our time

at the White House,
I've learned something

that feels
rather revolutionary,

at least to me.

So often all any of us wants
is a pat on the back.

But what I needed
was a wake-up call.

And so I say this to all
of you with a clear head

and an open heart.

If they're going
to call us agitators,

then let's agitate.

Let's make programs
at WGBH that upset people,

that wake people up.

Let's be what they say we are
and make some noise.

Hear, hear.

- Hear, hear!
- Hear, hear!

And sure enough,
anything incriminating

was on Julia's set, but Frank
never thought to look there.

Okay, how many glasses
of champagne have I had?

Because that story is insane.

All I hope is that you have
something in the vicinity

of what I had with Bernard--

a lover, a true partner,
a soul mate.

What about Stanley?

Fuck that guy.

No. No, what happened?

He broke my heart.

Ah.

If you hurt her,
you'll have to answer to me.

Yes, ma'am.

Uh, sorry to interrupt,

but the White House special
is gonna be big.

Big, big, big, big, big.

- Thank you, Hunter.
- But Julia's right.

No more saying no to you.

It always bites me
in the ass when I do.

Hal can fire me if he wants,

but let's make something great
together.

Heck, let's make
"By Women, For Women."

Really?

Now, that's what
I like to hear.

To Alice.

To Alice.

To Alice.

Nice people.

We're very lucky.

It's a nice little community
we've found.

- It sure felt strange.
- Hmm?

Recording the narration
for the White House special,

filming our show
whilst Frank and his goons

tried to rip us all apart.

Mm.

That's our country, isn't it,
full of contradictions.

How it's been from the start.

Oh, as wise as you are
brave and handsome.

Oh, gosh.

Ooh, and to think someone
thought you were a Communist.