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For most people, a memorial service is a solemn event

meant to honor the recently deceased.

But to the Beltway establishment

the power-hungry political elite

and a chattering class of journalists

who feed off the entire ecosystem

it's something else.

A campaign opportunity.

The geriatric may have been dead

but the race was more alive than ever.

A heavy hitter had departed

leaving the nomination and Ohio up for grabs.

You can't hustle too hard after a high-profile death.

That should be a given. But it isn't always.

I understand the sense of duty and purpose

that drove this man in his life of public service.

We airlifted the last Americans outta Saigon

in one of my proudest films

The Brave Among Us.

- I love that movie. - Thank you.

We were united in our commitment to America's promise.

Even if his America was rooted in the legacy of white privilege.

In many ways, he reminds me of my late father.

When it comes to politics

if you aren't cutthroat enough

to turn a eulogy into a self-serving stump speech

why the fuck are you running for president?

One, two, three.

We are all...

We're here to...

You know what?

To be honest

many of you here knew the Secretary better than I did.

But nobody in here knew him better than his wife of 44 years.

And, Lila, I do know a little bit about the path you're on today

more than I'd like to, so if the rest of you don't mind

I'll take a second and talk to Lila.

- Hi. - What's going on?

My wife Emma and I were...

were married for five years, together for eight

and when I lost her

it wasn't just that the house felt empty

or that nobody was there to watch bad reality television with me.

I remember reading somewhere

that our cells are replaced every seven years.

So by the time I lost Emma

there wasn't a single cell left in my body that didn't know her

and not a single cell that didn't feel her loss.

Maybe that's how you're feeling today.

Shit.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Wait. I'm gonna... Just wondering if... Sorry.

Probably just... just... Excuse me.

Please, just go.

- Are you for real? - Yep.

Forgive me, Father.

Whether it was the love your husband had for his country

or for his family...

Hello? Hello? I'm here, sorry. I'm...

Hello?

Are you... are you there? Hello?

Fuck. I'm gonna kill you.

I...

I meant that in a metaphorical sense.

- Hey, Bruce. - Go ahead.

Sadie.

I'm gonna call you back in little bit. Bye.

Hey.

- Are you okay? - Please. I'm fine.

Thanks. I'm...

I'm sorry.

I know you guys were close.

Spare me the sentimentality.

You practically parkoured over the pews in the middle of a eulogy

which means you're working on something big.

It was one pew.

Two.

I know what you're doing.

You get sources to fill uncomfortable silences

and then all of a sudden, they're...

they're giving you information they shouldn't be.

I... I'm not falling for it.

I can be silent too.

You're very kind, thank you.

But truly, I just... I spoke from my heart.

Actually, I have been meaning to catch him.

I gotta... I'll...

Yeah.

- My condolences. - Thank you so much.

Hey, there.

Hi. Your... your eulogy was... was beautiful.

You sounded like a real person and not a power mourner

which is rare at these things.

And you didn't even hear the end.

Oh, god. You saw that.

I am so sorry.

You think the President saw?

Yes. I actually overheard him tell a security detail

to keep an eye on you.

Oh, so, that's why I had a full body cavity search

- at the Porta Potty. - You know, I never understood

why the press couldn't use the indoor toilets.

Oh, you'd trust us to use the same bathroom

as the Speaker of the House? We're feral.

Fair.

How's the profile comin' along?

I should've asked, are we off the record?

God, I hope so.

It's... it's supposed to run on Sunday.

- All right. - I'll... I'll call you

- to fact check? - Yeah, anytime.

And... and we might be getting a press bus soon.

There'll be a seat for the Sentinel if you want it.

Careful what you wish for.

- Okay. - Hello, sir.

- Hi. How are you? - How are you?

- It's a pleasure to meet you guys. - Very nice to meet...

God, this was such a waste of time.

I missed so much shit.

How much longer do we have to stay here?

Maybe this one time you don't say every single thing you're thinking?

Wait. You're not, like, actually mourning that man?

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize we all needed to check in with you

before expressing an emotion.

Please. You've literally spent weeks shitting on him

every chance you got.

On national TV.

That was politics, Lola.

This is an actual memorial service. I am a real human being.

Did you even hear those speeches?

This is politics.

Every single person here, including you, apparently

is so fucking fake.

Crying crocodile tears just to prove how inner circle you are.

- It's all one bullshit performance. - Yeah.

- Nellie! - Hi!

Well, you would know a thing or two

about performance, wouldn't you?

If you'll excuse me, I'll be with the other frauds.

I thought you were done with the Democrats.

Kimmy!

You know how it is. Wherever POTUS goes, we go.

I bet they're feeding you a lot better than turkey sandwiches.

We had filet mignon on the way over.

Girl, I've missed you.

You've been all over my TV lately.

You're making those Dems work for you.

Yeah.

It's just... moments like this kinda change your perspective a bit.

Just about what we're putting out there.

What do you mean?

I mean, the vitriol, it can get so personal sometimes.

Feels like we're supposed to be talking about policy...

Honey, we're supposed to be making television.

It's not like you killed the man.

Liberals are always gonna find a way to make us doubt ourselves

especially when their primary is in chaos.

Yeah.

You're probably right.

- Oh, I am. - Nellie, you comin'?

I gotta go.

Talk to you later.

If this is about the protein powder

I tried it this morning, and it tasted like ass.

Oh, that's just the mushroom extract.

But I have something that might put a better taste in your mouth.

Water.

Water's free.

This is special water. Some kind of technology

that makes it extra hydrating and extra expensive.

But the protein people need a post today

so start chugging.

I'm at a memorial, Ashleigh.

Where the fuck am I supposed to make a protein shake?

That's your job, honey.

I'm running into a meeting. I believe in you.

Don't let Secret Service see that.

- Hey. - Hey.

Are you okay? You seem kinda rattled.

I'm fine.

I'm just not a big fan of church.

It tracks, yeah.

You want one?

Oh, my god.

I've always been a sucker for peer pressure.

Take a whole one, you pussy.

Hey, you okay?

Looked like you might've pulled a muscle in there.

Oh, you know what, actually, I ran cross country in high school

but thanks for your concern.

Okay.

Hey, sorry. I'm back.

- Oh, damn it. - Sadie.

I gotta call you back in five minutes.

Goddamn it.

Hey, Dale.

I heard they sent you out here for one last hoorah.

Sorry your horse died.

I... wai... I didn't...

- I didn't mean that literally. I... - I get it, Sadie.

I'm off the road.

Back in New York tonight. Honestly, it's fine, though.

I haven't had a good Grindr date or a bagel in months.

I haven't had any trouble finding carbs.

Unfortunately.

That's not funny. I have a leader to file.

I'll see you back in New York.

Me again.

Oh, you doin' all right?

No. Are you eating?

You said I had five minutes. What's wrong?

I missed it, Bruce.

- The memorial? - No.

No. The...

The Deep Throat.

I haven't heard from him since Vegas. So, he ghosts me

and then when he finally calls me back

I miss it because of the goddamn service.

Well, he'll call back. I have faith.

You wanna know why I have faith?

Desperately.

I just finished reading your Styles story.

Reminded me of Marjorie Williams.

You really captured him.

Hell, it's something larger.

Something... I don't know.

Human.

I...

Yeah, I wanna add some more color from today.

He... he really moved the crowd.

Well, do it fast 'cause the news desk

is stealin' this one to run on the front.

Sunday paper.

You got your mojo back, Sadie.

I'm proud of you.

Bruce. I'm just so grateful that I...

All right. Lovefest over.

Let me finish my bacon, egg, and cheese.

Okay, bye.

Has anyone seen a vibrator rolling around?

Looks like an egg with arms.

Shit.

I have to pee.

Oh, fuck.

Sadie McCarthy.

Yeah, that's more like it.

I don't like getting voice mail.

Yeah, I'm... I'm so sorry about that.

I couldn't get service and then...

Well, here we are.

I'm listening.

You need to follow Walker's donations.

Because they're not all legit.

Did you just tell me to "follow the money"?

'Cause I've seen All the President's Men too.

You need to be more specific.

Something that wouldn't show up on FEC filings

'cause every rich person is dodgy.

She's more than dodgy.

Walker's got a bad apple in her barrel.

And you know what they say.

Well, how would I even attribute that...

Good talk.

- Yo. - Bruce.

Bruce, I need Research to pull every major Walker donor at Super PAC.

You okay?

Yeah. Get the chicken, not the tuna.

She's chasing something.

I don't know what it is yet, but I'll find out.

Meantime, I'm sending you 500 words on the memorial

and we're about to head into Youngstown.

Walker's early play for Ohio, yeah.

Let me call you back.

Annie?

Hi.

How did you get here?

I took an Uber.

From Chicago. With my credit card.

How did you know where I was?

I texted Sadie. She responds quicker than you.

Okay, what... What happened?

Why aren't you in the college we're paying for?

I sort of...

got suspended.

- Right. - What do we want?

Clean water.

- When do we want it? - Now.

- What do we want? - Clean water.

Well, this stench really speaks to the state of the Democratic Party.

I think it's cool that she came to a sewage plant.

Why should we pretend this isn't America?

Yeah, well, I guess "America smells like ass"

doesn't really have the same ring as...

"A woman's place is in your face."

We're seeing that the so-called Bra Bump has real staying power.

The polling boost she received

from college-educated women after Nevada has only grown.

You mean white women, right?

Oh, Liberty Direct News.

"Reshaping stories."

Sadie, can I have a word, please? Excuse me.

Okay.

Someone's in trouble.

- Watch your step. - Thank you.

I really don't think we should be doing this.

Doing what?

Stop smiling.

- What do you want from me? - Me? Nothing.

You have to ask her.

Sadie. Do you have a minute?

I'd like to talk to you about something.

I...

My life revolves around your schedule, so you tell me.

Are we on the record?

Can we not be just this once?

As opposed to all of the times you go on the record with me?

Okay, look, I know we've had our differences

and let's be honest, we still do.

But we both know this race is too important

to get bogged down by petty disagreements.

And if this week has shown us anything, life is short.

I'd like to propose a truce.

This bitch is playin' you.

A... a truce?

Senator, we're... we're not at war.

Fuck yeah, you tell her.

Okay, you're right.

A clean slate then?

Let's give each other the benefit of the doubt.

Move forward without prejudice.

Senator, they're ready when you are.

Let's go to work.

She's hiding somethin'.

Or...

Or she's riding high after Vegas.

Drunk on optimism and a RealClearPolitics average

that put her in second place after the frontrunner...

well, died.

Or she heard about your latest profile piece

and wants some of that Sadie McCarthy glow.

Or she's hiding something.

I... I don't understand.

You told me you had some pot in your dorm room.

I mean, who doesn't?

We also had some other stuff.

What stuff?

Pills.

Just Adderall. Which is basically like caffeine.

Doctors don't prescribe caffeine.

I can't get Adderall at Starbucks.

Does your father know?

I didn't want him to worry.

And I didn't want you to be mad.

I thought it would just be probation or something

but they said, with the aggravating circumstances or whatever...

What... What aggravating circumstances?

We sold some of the pills.

Jesus fucking Christ, Annie.

This is why I didn't wanna tell you.

That you're a drug dealer? Good instinct.

I was just helping.

My friend accidentally ordered too much

and needed to get rid of it, and everybody uses it

to study for finals anyways, so that's...

Ordered? Where? Amazon Crime?

Who is this friend?

He's no one. We met in Sociology.

Of course.

I get it now. Your friend.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means...

we're calling your dad.

What's been happening here in Youngstown is inhumane.

Parents were told their water was safe

only to learn they've been bathing their babies in poisoned water.

If this was happening in a rich suburb outside of Cleveland

how quickly do you think the government would have acted?

Preach.

Basic sanitation should not be a privilege.

And clean water should not be reserved

for millionaires and billionaires.

Which way to the water?

- Is that... - AguaBro to the rescue!

What the fuck?

When I heard what was happening here in Youngstown

I knew something had to be done.

If all the politicians can't fix things around here

- maybe AguaBro can. - What is going on?

I'm donating my paycheck from my last AguaBro film

to do a little good here on dry land.

- While my opponents - Does that say 16 million?

- I'm covering the cost - Bullshit.

to fix Youngtown's water system.

Because AguaBro doesn't do red tape.

Preach.

Private enterprise saves the day. Again.

- AguaBro... - AguaBro...

Grace is gonna be so pissed she missed this.

- Hi, you've reached Charles Greene. - Damn it.

- Please leave a message. - What time is it there?

What difference does it make? He can't do anything

from the fuckin' jungle.

What am I gonna do from Toledo, Ohio?

Will you just get your shoes off the bed? It's gross.

I don't know. Maybe you could call the dean

and tell them it's not that big a deal?

I bet that if you said that you'd do a lecture

at the J School or something they'd forget it even happened.

You want me to bribe them?

Do you know what happened to Lori Loughlin?

- I don't know who that is. - She went to jail.

Why are you being so dramatic?

Nobody goes to jail for giving a lecture.

It's called free speech.

Do you know what it would do to my professional credibility

if I went around trading favors

to cover up my daughter's criminal behavior?

It's like I don't even know you right now.

Like you ever did.

What is that supposed to mean?

Because you missed everything.

Dad took me to ballet, and Back-to-School Night.

Dad helped me with pre-calc and taught me how to drive.

That is because you were very bad.

And I couldn't have you driving the Audi.

And... and they kicked me out of ballet

after I filed the story on Axelrod.

Dad bought me tampons.

What is this?

What did you want a stay-at-home mom?

I'm so sorry. I was busy making the money.

Dad had a career. Yours just always came first.

It... It came before everything.

You swooped in for birthdays or graduation

but mostly you picked this.

And I used to tell myself that that was really important.

That you were out there changing the world and shit

but you were really sitting in a fucking Greyhound

writing bullshit scooplets and escaping your family.

Isn't it enough already?

Is another campaign really more important than your own legacy?

I've got news for you, kid.

This is my legacy.

I haven't spent my entire adult life building a body of work

just so I can be remembered as being a mom.

Any asshole can procreate.

I have been a part of three Pulitzer winning teams.

The work is the first line of my obituary.

You, my dear, are the last.

And whether or not you understand it right now...

That is a gift.

Your life belongs to you.

You don't have to live up to my expectations.

But what if what I want is to be in school?

Then you will be.

When your suspension is over.

And who the fuck is even gonna read your obituary?

Dad?

Believe it or not, I do have some friends.

You don't have friends. You have sources.

And it's not the same thing.

None of them are going to remember you when you're gone.

He literally rode in on a trash truck wearing the full AguaBro costume.

I love it.

Get me a thousand words by eight.

Did you get the... the donor list from Research?

Yeah, I got it. I'm trying to start

with the known criminals and creeps

but that still leaves a lot of names.

Oh, that's hardly a ringing endorsement of Walker.

Well, every candidate has horrible donors.

And... and remember last cycle

she actually returned the money from that asshole Dick Braun

after his... his whole crypto scandal.

Well, it brought her a few extra votes in Florida.

Didn't change the out...

Outcome.

What's wrong with you?

It's either a serratus spasm or a herniated disc.

You think he's lying?

Who? The source? I... I don't know.

I talked to him, and I don't trust her.

I talked to her, and I don't trust him.

Have you tried a chiropractor?

Oh, I don't believe in chiropractors.

If somebody's gonna fuck with my spine

I want 'em to have an MD.

Well, somebody's lying.

What? What?

The Youngstown stunt must have really spooked her.

I just got an updated schedule

and she's goin' to New York tomorrow night for a fundraiser.

An evening with schmoozing with shitheads and criminals.

You need to be there.

I'll do my best.

By the way...

Walker sort of talked to me off the record.

Oh, you agreed to go off the record?

- Jesus. - It wasn't like it was newsworthy.

It was a truce. She wants a clean slate.

Or she wants to butter you up

so you won't report on a brewing shit-storm in her campaign.

Figure it out.

Make me proud.

I thought you already were proud.

There's always room for improvement.

I didn't take you for an IPA girl.

Oh, I read the Sentinel too.

Don't tell your friends.

By the way, I saw your hit this afternoon.

That was some gold.

Well, I wish I could take credit

but a man dressed as a fish kinda sells itself.

Yeah, but you made it a compelling argument

for public-private partnership.

Really?

Thanks.

You want a beer?

Yeah, I mean if we can make it a bourbon.

And just put it on my tab.

- Absolutely. - Thank you.

Thanks.

Okay, ma'am. Let me fill you in

- Oh, my god. - on the clown show...

Okay, so this...

This is what I'm dealing with.

Let's not mistake a brazen publicity stunt as an act of heroism.

Working people should not have to depend

on the whims of the rich just to get clean water.

That girl needs to read Bari Weiss.

The best part is that every other post of hers is a hashtag ad.

So, it's a communist manifesto sponsored by branded content.

And it's a parody of Liberal hypocrisy.

Wait. Is that...

Butt plumper butter.

Good Lord. This I have to see.

- I didn't look. I swear. - No, no.

It's fine. It's just that...

Some of the press got the okay to break out of the bubble

and go to karaoke tonight.

Oh, well, don't let me keep you.

I should go pack anyway.

We've got a 5.00am bag drop to go back to DC.

Well, why don't you come?

I mean, I could use the backup, and I do owe you a drink now.

When in Ohio.

Hey.

Oh, love the slippers.

But I thought we weren't supposed to be doin' this.

Actually these are limited-edition shearling Birks that I got on sale.

Well, glad to see you still love a good bargain.

And... and I'm glad to see

that you're still enjoying the Shinola I paid full price for.

Well you know, I'm sentimental.

I remember.

Also I need to cover the fundraiser tomorrow.

You really do know how to abuse a fresh start, don't you?

Well, you heard your boss.

My role is central to society.

Oh, well, I hate to break it to you, Sadie

but sometimes politicians say things they don't mean.

All right. I know that these events are typically closed off to press

but if she wants a clean slate

she's gotta start letting us in.

Or at least me.

- You? - Come on.

She listens to you.

I'll try my best.

Thank you.

Hey, you sure you don't wanna just, you know

come in, kick off those slippers?

I can't. It's karaoke night.

Also you should really shower.

We were at a sewage plant.

Oh, if I showered would you...

Many times, I've tried to tell you

Many times, I cried alone

- Okay. She's good. - Boring.

You cut my feelings to the bone

Don't wanna leave you really

Didn't know you were coming.

Yeah, I am here.

I even brought some fake tears with me.

Kimberlyn, listen, about this morning...

We belong to the light We belong to the thunder

Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

We belong to the sound of the words

- We've both fallen under - Oh, my...

- Gary. - Oh, my god.

Whatever we deny or embrace For worse or the better

- That's insane. - Yeah! Okay, that was traumatic.

There was a used condom on the bathroom floor.

At least they were practicing safe sex.

Lola, this is Nellie Carmichael.

We work together at Liberty.

And this is Lola Rahaii.

We're on Walker's bus together.

Of course. The Communist.

Socialist.

Do you know the difference?

Because my six-and-a-half million followers know the difference.

My videos average a million views across all platforms

and my CPMs are higher than your entire network.

Of course. And your ads too, right?

What did you say she was shilling, Kimmy?

Butt plumper?

Not that there's anything wrong with curves.

Or free enterprise.

You're talking shit on me behind my back with her?

Like seriously, her?

- No... - You know what?

Fuck both of you.

- I don't give a shit. - Lola.

Good Lord.

Is she always like this?

You know what? No. She's not always like this.

You sorta came at her.

She kinda came at me first.

Yeah, but she's young and new to this world.

You're the one who showed me the videos.

- You were laughing then. - I was laughing with you. Not her.

Oh, okay.

So, you'll only laugh behind her back.

Got it. You know, I should know better

than to waste my time with a bunch of losers.

I'm a White House correspondent, and I have a 5.00am bag drop

so if you'll excuse me.

But as long as we're dropping truth bombs

your segment today was an embarrassment.

I have no idea why we're fellating that Libtard

but the words "public-private partnership" made my pussy dry.

You know what, Nellie?

Thank you.

For a second there I almost forgot who you were.

You sure that's the move?

No.

But this is.

That had to have hurt.

Suck it, McCarthy.

Reduced to hanging out with the reporters, huh?

I thought that was just for bagmen.

Oh, yeah, I'm definitely way too important to be here.

I just wanted to deliver the good news in person.

I talked to Walker, and she agreed.

There's no reason not to open her fundraisers to press.

I must have really charmed her.

I will take that as a "thank you"

and I'll also take a PBR since you're buying.

Oh... oh, am I?

Isn't that a little déclassé for a Yale grad?

Well, actually it's a Jungian thing. The duality of man.

I'm only half Ivy.

I'll hold that.

- Oh, you're ser... - Very serious.

Okay.

Guess who's going to a fundraiser?

Walker said yes.

Two PBRs.

Don't you look happy?

Yeah. Well, looks like you're not the only one

with a decent bagel in their future.

I'm going to New York for Walker's fundraiser.

Oh, does she know that?

Well, her press secretary just said

she'd love to have the Sentinel so...

You've really turned over a new leaf, haven't you?

With the campaign?

Yeah. Yeah, it kinda feels that way.

I wonder what changed.

Thank you so much.

I hope that's for me.

Actually, it's for...

Definitely for you.

What happened to you today?

My child happened.

She got suspended for selling pills to half the freshmen class.

Give me the beer.

You walked into the party

Like you were walking onto a yacht

And you know what she wanted me to do?

Call the school and whore myself out for some guest lecture

so they'd let her off the hook.

- What'd you say? - No.

- You're so vain - What kind of example is that?

I bet you think this song Is about you, don't you?

Don't you?

Jesus.

That's the definition of entitlement.

Everything comes so easy that you don't even realize...

Famous dad.

Exactly.

I had to work harder and be better than everyone

- just to prove it wasn't nepotism. - Okay, Grace.

All right, you're right.

- You're better than all of us. - No... That isn't what...

Stop for one second

and... and think about how scared Annie must've been

to ask you for that favor.

To make herself that vulnerable.

Put yourself in her shoes for one second

and then maybe you'll remember what it's like

to be one of us mere mortals.

Some of us need second chances every now and then.

Hell, sometimes we even deserve it.

You're so vain

You probably think this song Is about you

- You're so vain - You're so vain

You up?

Sorry for texting so late.

I brought Wendy's.

I never turn down a Frosty.

Shut up.

Why is your room so clean?

Where's all your stuff?

In the drawers.

- Don't you, like... - Unpack?

No, I'm not a psycho.

Okay. You're the one who just showed up at my door.

Yeah, but I'm drunk. Doesn't count.

You look bummed.

People can just be really fucking disappointing sometimes.

- You know? - They can be.

You wanna talk about it?

Not really.

You ever open up about the things that are bothering you?

Not really.

You're drunk.

I'm not that drunk.

Should I put this down or...

Yeah, I get into JFK at one.

I'm gonna be at the fundraiser till eight or nine.

But I'm meeting Bruce for hot pot

and then I'm on a 6.00am to Charleston

the next day outta LaGuardia. I...

I just don't think I'm gonna have time to see you this trip.

And I'd hate for you to schlep all the way into the city

just for an hour...

Ma, I'm... I'm gonna have to call you back at the airport. Bye.

- Hi. - Hey.

What are you doing here?

In Ohio or existentially in life?

I just went out hunting for a print paper.

Heard there's a pretty good piece on me in the Sentinel.

- Oh, is there? - Listen to this.

"It's unseasonably hot, even for Las Vegas

as the candidate steps into a sweltering loading dock

to speak to the union workers who work there.

He's here to talk about a living wage

but not before he rolls up his sleeves and pitches in

perhaps more comfortable with some literal dirt on his hands

than the mudslinging of electoral politics."

Someone give her a raise.

I also heard we've had a surge in small-dollar donations

over the past 12 hours

which I'm sure it is, you know, no coincidence.

So, thank you for helping us get the message out.

What? Sorry. Sorry, I didn't mean th...

No... It's... it's okay. It's okay.

You're just never supposed to thank a journalist for a profile.

It basically means we've failed at life.

Michael Avenatti once sent a colleague flowers

and now she works in PR.

So, I guess I shouldn't ask you to be in my traveling press corps?

- Absolutely not. Definitely not. - Okay.

Actually can I... can I borrow one of those?

Thanks.

Are you done with that?

Can we talk?

I am sorry about what happened last night.

Nellie should not have come after you like that.

You do not have to apologize for Nellie.

I already knew she was a massive bitch.

I'm also apologizing for me too.

I shouldn't have been talking about you behind your back.

Then why were you?

I don't know. I just...

I feel like you touched a nerve at the memorial.

I was already feeling bad about myself

and then what you said just made me feel worse and...

That is not an excuse for my behavior.

It was some petty, middle school shit, and I'm sorry.

I forgive you.

And I shouldn't have lashed out at you either.

Memorials and funerals, they still kind of...

freak me out, you know.

I've just been to way too many of them.

Yeah. I... I'm sorry. It didn't even occur to me.

It's cool. It's fine. Don't worry about it.

You never talk about it.

What happened to you, the shooting and...

I talked about it all the time after it happened.

I made a whole bunch of noise.

I spoke at every March For Our Lives rally.

Didn't change a fucking thing.

So, that's why you're here.

You're really tryna change things.

I mean, yeah.

Or... Maybe. I don't know. I...

Either way it... doesn't give me an excuse

to be a bitch to you at some old man's memorial.

I clearly should've been shitting on Nellie instead.

Look, I know that you and I disagree on a lot of things.

Yeah, your Reagan fetish is borderline unhinged.

But I like you, Lola.

I think you're a good person.

Disastrous opinions and all.

Back at you.

People like to say New York isn't the real America.

But what's more American than being born someplace else

and coming to this city to turn your dreams into a reality.

There's no denying

the city favors the rich, the connected, the powerful.

As journalists, we get to be flies on walls we'll never afford.

Which makes us super fucking skeptical

of every rich person we meet.

Sorry, this is for guests only.

You ever heard of feeding the press?

Who's the asshole?

Blaine Novak.

He just pledged his entire net worth to charity.

He's one of the good billionaires.

No such thing.

Definite possibility.

This guy's got half of Congress in the back pocket of his hoodie.

Rich are free.

The rest of us are in cages.

Shit.

You have a twisted sense of timing. I'll give you that.

You got her scared. Well done.

What does that mean? Are you here?

Walker is circling the wagons, purging liabilities.

- Sorry, no press past this point. - Oh, of course.

Purging liabilities? What does that mean?

- Is someone getting fired? - Hey, Sentinel.

Yeah. Sorry. Won't happen again.

I promise.

Hello, Sadie.

Hello, Dale.

How did you score an invite?

Oh, I would never miss an open-press fundraiser

six blocks from my house.

Well, you can thank me for that.

I'm the one who got her to open it up.

Oh, I'm sure you did.

Okay. I...

I don't have time for your weirdness. I'm chasing something.

"Chasing something."

Chasing something.

Is that code for making out with Walker's press secretary?

I'm... I'm sorry?

Where did you hear that? Your...

Your sources always were shit, Dale.

- I saw you. In Vegas. - So what?

You're not as slick as you think, Sadie.

I think that's the worst part

that you think everyone else is too stupid to notice.

Why else would Walker suddenly give you access?

Maybe because I'm her beat reporter

for the most influential news outlet in the world?

You're being pretty sexist.

Oh... You're gonna fuck her spokesman and then blame sexism?

- I'm not blaming a... - I saw you, Sadie.

And you better hope that I'm the only one.

Because your little hook up

could put the entire newsroom's credibility at risk.

I mean, can you imagine what Liberty Direct News

Drudge, Twitter would say if the Walker beat reporter

was literally in bed with the campaign.

I gave you so many chances to come clean

but you're too drunk on your own Kool-Aid to even listen.

What do you want me to do, Dale?

I just want you to be held to the same standard

as everyone else.

Bruce might love you

but the rest of us see you for what you really are, Sadie.

A fuck-up.

- Does... Does Bruce... - I haven't said a word.

But I think he deserves to know

what you've done with your second chance

and if you won't tell him, I will.

Dean Yarber

I wanted to apologize for not reaching out earlier

but I've been traveling

and Annie and I had a misunderstanding

about her disciplinary hearing but...

But I do understand how serious the situation is

and... and I know Annie does now too.

If there's any way she could get a second chance here

or some kind of probation, or...

Annie withdrew this morning.

Withdrew?

From the university.

I... I see.

I... I think there's been some...

You know, I'm... I'm sorry to take up more of your time.

- No. Not at all. - Thanks again.

This is Annie.

Leave a message, or better yet, text me.

Hey, Annie, it's me.

I... I just talked to the dean who told me that you withdrew.

This isn't a casual thing, you know that, right?

I mean, you have to start over, reapply.

Just call me, okay?

- Hey. - Hey.

I took the liberty of ordering.

- You like spicy beef, right? - Yeah, that's fine.

Oh, hey, 4 million hits on Stela.

The audio... the audio teams are gonna want to do a podcast.

Bruce, can I talk to you about something?

We're supposed to have pork. Where's the pork?

Bruce, I... I don't care about the pork.

Can I... Can I tell you something?

- What'd you do? - Not... Nothing. I...

I mean, it's not what you're thinking. It's...

Something happen at the fundraiser?

Kind of.

But also something happened before that.

- Like way before that. - We gonna play 20 questions

- or you gonna tell me what it is? - Okay, I fucked up.

But it was kind of a gray area and I...

- I thought it was okay, I... - Spit it out, Sadie.

I had a...

I had a relationship with a...

Well, it was more like a fling

with the guy who was Walker's bagman.

So super low level, definitely not a conflict

but now he is Walker's press secretary.

And we hooked up.

But he wasn't her spokesperson at the time.

Or maybe he was, I... I don't even know.

But I thought that he was unemployed at the time

and it was a terrible mistake.

It happened once, and I have been avoiding him ever since.

- So, there's... - And why are you telling me now?

Dale knows.

I... I swear to you

it has never once affected my reporting.

Walker hates my coverage.

What are you... Don't do that. Come on.

- Can we just... - Cancel your flight

to South Carolina.

You're off the bus.

And now to a developing story

we have very little information.

The Democratic candidate, Mayor Hayden Wells Garrett

was involved in a car accident with an unknown woman.

The circumstances of the accident are under investigation.