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Well, why were you out there so late?

- Was she your lover? - Mr. Mayor, were you drunk?

Who is the woman?

- Come on. - Mr. Mayor...

I'm sorry, but I just won't dignify

some of those questions.

I did two tours in Iraq on the Explosive Ordnance Disposal team.

We were trained to run towards bombs.

I saw a car on fire and I ran towards it.

Most of you would have done the same.

Believe it or not, we all want to do good.

And when given the opportunity, we usually do.

Does that mean you have PTSD?

Did you have a previous relationship with her?

Are you a neocon warmonger?

Was there a reason you were there? Why were you out there?

I don't know who bullied you as children, guys,

but these questions are just not constructive.

Now, I appreciate your interest,

but the woman involved in the accident

isn't running for president, so I ask that

you all respect her privacy.

She's been through quite an ordeal,

and the last thing she needs is all of you

showing up on her front door.

All right, guys, the mayor has a packed schedule.

Thank you all so much for your time and for what you do.

I'll see you at the fish fry, okay?

I can't with this damsel in distress shit.

He's just another white savior, just what the world needs.

I mean, we can all agree that white men are the worst,

- but that one is... - Hot.

I was gonna say convincing,

but I'd lick his neck.

Excuse me.

Hey, Daddy.

Yeah, I'm just wrapping up here.

Yes, it is good to be home.

Yeah, I can't wait for the party.

Love you. Bye.

You do know that there are no plus ones

at this event, right?

Dude, I don't do plus ones.

Josie's hot, but we're just hanging out.

When's the actual wedding?

Well, it kind of depends on when we have a nominee,

but we've narrowed it down to three possible dates.

Oh, and last week I found out that the venue we like

might have a cancellation, so maybe that's a fourth date in the mix.

I don't know, maybe it's a third date.

- I don't know. - Wow.

Anyway, the good news is, we've settled on a color story.

I'm sorry I asked.

The wedding industrial complex is so messed up.

You know, monogamy is unnatural.

Monogamy is unnatural?

Hi, Annie.

It's your mom.

Remember me?

I'm glad you're enjoying Postmates,

but how does one even spend $118 at Chipotle?

Just call me back.

Nope.

Um, hi, I'm Dale.

I know who you are.

That's Sadie's seat.

This seat is reserved for "The Sentinel," not Sadie.

You have 10 seconds to tell me what you did to her.

I didn't do anything.

She's in New York.

To cover the Walker fundraiser.

She's supposed to be back today. Why isn't she?

8, 7...

I spent three months embedded with Boko Haram.

You don't scare me.

3, 2...

Okay, I'll... I'll find another seat,

but only because your perfume is aggressive.

Grace.

Why is Dale in your seat?

Why are you still in New York?

Why don't I have these answers already?

Um, hi. I miss you too.

Don't change the subject.

I was... I was chasing something,

something potentially big.

But now I don't know. And I can't really talk right now, so...

Sadie, what the hell is going on?

It's personal.

Okay.

You still care?

Slightly less, but I'm invested.

I mean, just tell me.

Okay.

Uh, okay, fine.

Um...

in the cone, I, uh...

I broke one of your rules.

No, I... I broke your number one rule.

And it was dumb, and I regret it, but it happened.

And I didn't want to tell you,

because even though we're friends, I... I...

I sort of worship you.

- And... - Fuck.

Please don't tell me you and Loafers...

Bruce pulled me off the trail.

You do realize this can never get out.

Why did you even tell me?

You made me tell you.

I don't make people do anything.

But what am I supposed to tell Kimberlyn?

It's her engagement party tomorrow.

Oh, shit.

I totally forgot.

Um, you're gonna have to cover for me.

And I have to go, but I will be back in time for the primary.

Don't worry.

Okay.

Bye.

You're not covering the primary,

- so don't even ask. - But...

I've asked Special Projects to pick up

from where you left off on the Walker donor list.

Bruce, they don't have...

If the source is correct

and they have fired an aide for nefarious reasons,

they will find out.

No, they... you can't do that.

The source was just starting to trust me.

The source isn't calling you.

The source is calling the most influential paper on the planet.

Don't conflate the two.

So you're just gonna let them bigfoot me?

You'll have a chance to make your case at your disciplinary hearing.

Phil in HR, he'll send you the details.

So... so that's it?

My future is in Phil's hands?

Okay.

- Synced and corrected by synk - - www.addic7ed.com -

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Thank you so much.

Hey, I recognize you. Come up here.

From Comic-Con, right?

There's hardly any signs out here for my girl.

How is she supposed to get her message out?

Have you met a Black person over 40?

Your girl's message isn't gonna resonate here.

And fish boy's message will?

He's a celebrity.

Um, if you'll excuse me, I have an exclusive to get.

Kimmie Kendrick.

My goodness.

I was hoping to see you here.

It is lovely to see you, Reverend Vaughn.

I've known this young lady since she was this tall.

Don't always agree on politics.

But her family and my family, we go way back.

Allow me to introduce you to...

Kimberlyn Kendrick, Liberty Direct News. Your coverage is excellent.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Double hushpuppies, please.

You got it.

You're having a bit of a moment, Mr. Mayor.

Well, I wish it had anything

to do with my policies.

But I'll take what I can get, I suppose.

Well, we don't know enough

about your policies or what you stand for.

- Mr. Mayor. - It's all right. I got it.

Especially the good folks of South Carolina.

- They don't know who you are. - Hmm.

Felicity Walker spent half of her cycle

last campaign in Black churches.

With all due respect, sir, where have you been?

If you want voters here to know you, you need me.

Whoo-whee.

You get that from your daddy...

the art of the hard sell.

What do you say, Mr. Mayor?

What do you say?

Wow.

Yup.

It really looks like her.

Charcuterie?

Can you give one to Felicity?

I mean, you must talk all the time.

We are dying to know.

Do you like Walker?

Oh, well, she's...

I... I used to love her, but now...

Isn't the South Carolina primary in a couple of days?

I'm surprised they let you off the trail.

Yeah. Your mom said you'd be on the road till election day.

Are you writing obituaries again?

Why aren't you on the road?

Okay, let's eat.

It's actually temporary.

I'm gonna be back soon.

Oh, Sadie.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

- Hey, let's go. We're gonna be late.

- Sorry. - Do you know where Sadie is?

Oh, she's stuck in New York.

She sends her regrets.

More vodka for me.

You're kind of an alcoholic. You know that?

Hmm.

Whoa.

Are you like a Kardashian?

My baby girl is home!

Daddy!

Ah! Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme.

Ah!

Emmanuel Kendrick.

- Welcome. - Grace Gordon-Green.

- Pleasure. - Hi.

- Lola. - Welcome.

I wish I could say Kimberlyn has told us all about you,

but she hardly has time to call home.

I have been working hard like you taught me, Daddy.

It's paying off.

I watched your segment the other night.

How many times did you watch?

Only six. Five.

Seven.

Hey, Eric. I'm Lola.

Oh.

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

- Congrats. - Yeah.

- Grace. - Eric.

- Congratulations. - Good to meet you.

Hi.

Hi.

Can I talk to you?

Yeah.

- Your palms are sweaty. - Yeah.

- What's going on? - I know. I'm nervous.

You don't have to be nervous.

It's just me.

- I already said yes. - Yeah, okay.

- So I have an idea. - Okay.

If you hate it, we do not have to do it.

There is absolutely no pressure here.

Okay.

I was wondering.

What if, instead of today being our engagement party,

it was our wedding?

I'm sorry.

What?

Okay, But remember... remember when you wanted us

to elope in Vegas and I said that I wanted it to feel special?

Yeah.

This feels special...

us at your father's house with our family

and our close friends.

You can cross all that stuff off your to-do list,

and no more fighting with my mom about flowers.

I wasn't fighting with your mother.

The Pierre was a non-starter.

My point is, if you hate it, we won't do it.

I just want to make you happy.

But if this doesn't, then...

It does.

You do, and I love you.

Hmm. I love you too.

Um, one question...

It's not a Vera Wang,

but I think you're gonna love it.

Check your closet.

Go ahead.

Wait. So we are doing this, right?

Oh, you bet your ass we're doing this.

Let's get married.

Zelda!

Hi, girl. Hello! Hi.

Just licked a Rottweiler's ass.

Oh.

I'm throwing you a bone here.

Get it?

I... look, I know you're mad at me, but I think

if you let me tell you what I found in the documents,

- I can prove my value. - You know, I thought

I told you to drop the investigation.

- We got this. - Yeah, I know.

But I... I'm so close.

- I am this close, Bruce. - All right.

Well, let's... let's say you broke the story. All right?

You broke it wide open.

It's the biggest thing since the Steele dossier.

Who's gonna believe it?

You know the right,

they're gonna say you're in bed with the campaign.

And the left, well, they're gonna say that

you were the scorned ex-girlfriend.

So we're screwed either way.

But if it's factual, if it's truth...

There is no truth anymore.

I mean, you know how many people

trust what they read in the newspaper...

the ones that still exist?

Seven percent.

Seven.

You know, if they don't trust us, what happens to our democracy?

I agree with you.

I agree.

But don't...

don't you think this is a little dramatic?

I hooked up with a bag man.

I didn't... I didn't get us into a war under false pretense.

You lied to me.

You lied to me, Sadie.

You know I was a crackhead.

- Right? - Yeah.

Not coke, not booze. Crack.

That is, like, the lowest rung on the addicts caste system.

I should have died.

But I got to a meeting, and now I have a family

and a career I don't deserve.

But do you know the first thing they tell an addict,

the one fucking thing every junkie needs

if they want to stay alive?

Honesty.

After everything I did to support you, I just...

- I... I'm not gonna do this. - Bruce, come on.

- Fuck it. - No, wait.

- Fuck it. - Stop. Please, come on.

Hey, listen. Let me ask you something.

If Dale didn't see you, would you have told me?

Hmm?

Probably not. No.

Yeah, exactly.

Eric?

It's Daddy.

Come in.

How do I look?

You look perfect.

I can't believe we're doing this.

You think it's crazy?

No, and neither would she.

Hello?

Sadie?

Grace?

How... how did you get this number?

You left your hoodie on the bus.

Why are you going through my shit?

Okay. I was doing your laundry.

You're welcome.

And you're the one who left a random

untraceable number on a cocktail napkin

begging to be called.

So I confide in you, and you decide to scoop me?

What the fuck, Grace?

Scoop you on what? I just called a number.

Well, call your own fucking numbers.

Okay. It's in my hand.

It's mine now.

Thank you.

You want to tell me what's going on?

Uh, well, Bruce called HR about Loafers,

and there's gonna be a disciplinary hearing tomorrow

to decide whether or not I get to keep my job.

Shit, Sadie.

Yeah.

It's... it's bad.

I'm an idiot.

No, you're not.

I mean, you are, but... fuck.

I'm sorry.

Fuck it. You know what?

I would rather give you my story

than let the assholes at Special Projects bigfoot me.

Get a pen.

I'll tell you everything.

♪ I love dancin' with you ♪

♪ I love dancin', dancin' ♪

♪ Dancin', dancin' ♪

♪ I love dancin' with you ♪

♪ With you, with you ♪

Hi.

The photographer needs you.

Do I know you?

I'm Grace.

Your whole family's waiting for you.

Oh, don't go anywhere.

Cock block much?

I need to get back to the hotel.

No, you can't go. We haven't even cut the cake.

Since when do you care about wedding traditions?

I don't. I care about cake.

Come on.

I saw you tearing up at the vows.

You're dancing, waiting for cake,

about to hook up with Kimberlyn's brother.

Yeah.

Admit it, you're moved.

Okay, fine. Yeah, whatever, I'm moved.

Congratulations. You're human.

Guys, I'm married.

Ah!

I'm totally married.

And drunk.

And kind of adorable.

I'm really happy you're here.

I am too.

I feel bad for Sadie. We should take a picture.

Sadie!

Please go away.

Hey.

You want to talk about it?

Nope.

I think, uh...

I think I really screwed up, Mom.

I might lose my job.

Sweetie, they say that life doesn't really start

until you've had a professional meltdown

and been very publicly humiliated and fired.

Who says that? I don't...

I don't think that's a thing that people say.

No, I think it was Maya Angelou.

Bruce says that I threatened our entire democracy.

Oh, slow down.

He said what?

You're the most ethical person I know.

Mom, please.

I'm not a fucking Girl Scout.

Do you remember what you did after your dad

squandered your college savings at a poker game?

Ugh.

Uh...

binge-watched a "Real Housewives" reunion

and contemplated a future in the food services industry.

After that.

Uh, I... I wrote an essay.

You wrote an award-winning essay and won a scholarship.

You wrote your way out of that.

Write your way out of this.

You didn't need your dad, and you don't need Bruce.

I don't even know what I would write.

You'll think of something.

You always do.

My man. Thank you for coming. I appreciate it.

- Goodnight. - Thank you.

I can't believe my baby is finally married.

Believe it.

Love you.

Love you too.

I never thought this day would come.

And you... you did your mama proud tonight.

Thank you, Barbara.

You can call me Mom now.

Okay...

Oh.

Mom.

Well, we'll get there.

Now, you two try and get some rest.

Tomorrow is another big day.

You're right.

We should probably get some sleep.

Okay. Come here, you two.

Get some rest. Love you.

- Love you both. - Love you.

Thanks for everything.

See you in the morning.

Yes.

Shall we?

Have you seen Grace or Lola?

♪ 'Cause when I'm with you ♪

♪ I lose my cool ♪

I know it's late, but I'm wondering if you know anyone

recently let go from Walker's campaign.

Oh, do you have a contact for them?

Right.

Uh-huh.

And that happened when?

Okay.

And what was her relationship

to the campaign's finance arm?

Right.

You can kiss this scoop goodbye, "Sentinel."

Hello?

Look, I know you don't want to be my beat reporter, but skipping

my press conference, that's harsh.

You couldn't pull that hero stunt

before we went to press?

I tried you earlier, but your voicemail was full.

Ah, shit.

I should have known to answer.

You are the only

Topeka, Kansas, area code in my phone.

I'm flattered.

I always had this strange fascination

with Kansas.

That's a new one.

No, it's where New Journalism was born.

Truman Capote "In Cold Blood," and Dwight Eisenhower.

I visited his childhood home in Abilene once.

Wow. Dork.

Well, thanks to a windfall of small dollar donations

sent to your profile, I can now afford

an actual press secretary.

Congratulations.

Do they know you're calling me?

I'm calling to let you know that I'm gonna be

doing an interview with your friend

at Liberty about the crash.

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

You're dead to me.

I kid. I kid.

Uh-huh.

You... you're a contender now. You should talk to Kimberlyn.

- She's a straight shooter. - Yep.

You just always have to give me the news first,

or I'll write a nasty takedown piece.

I'm not joking.

Uh-huh.

Can I ask you a question, though?

About the crash, off the record?

Ugh, fine.

Why did you do it?

Well, my stock answer is that that's what

I was trained to do as a Marine.

But, I don't know, maybe I...

maybe I needed it too, to feel something. You know?

I get that.

I mean, I'm not running into a burning car any time soon,

but I get it.

After my wife died,

I felt so numb,

like a shadow of who I used to be,

just moving through this world running out the clock.

I don't feel like that anymore.

Thank you for that.

God, an honest fucking answer for once.

And I'm gonna make you put that on the record one day.

Yeah. Well, we'll see about that.

Well, um, I'm gonna go.

But good luck with your interview and the primary.

And you can never tell anyone I said that.

Yeah. We'll see you.

Flirty late night call with a candidate.

Hmm, hmm, hmm.

You're pushing it.

Aw, give me a fucking break.

You... you were in McGovern's lap

during the entire '72 campaign.

Richard Ben Cramer fell in love with every candidate

in '88, even Gephardt somehow.

You taking the dem hack seriously?

You don't think that Theodore White

actively wanted Bobby Kennedy to win?

Bobby's voice had a psychic connection to The Rolling Stones.

We all wanted that trip.

You boys, you broke every rule,

fucked anything that moved,

and then got to be hailed as heroes.

But my... my fling with a bag man,

no, it's gonna take down our democracy.

I'm fucking sick of it.

Atta girl.

You're getting angry.

Now, channel that righteous anger.

Legendary "New York Times" editor

Abe Rosenthal famously said,

"It's okay to fuck the elephants.

Just don't cover the circus."

That was right before he fired a female reporter

for sleeping with a source.

But what did he tell the boys?

Could they fuck the elephants?

He didn't tell them anything.

Because whether it was spoken or not,

the boys could fuck whoever they wanted.

And I hate when Hollywood portrays female journalists

using sex to get the facts, while male journalists

always use their brilliant minds

and unimpeachable morality to nail the story.

Because the truth is, it's the opposite.

We have to report backwards and in heels.

We give up our lives to the job

and are expected to be celibate,

scouring FOIA requests in our hotel rooms.

I'm not saying I didn't make a mistake.

I did. And I need to own that.

I understand why I'm here.

And I'm happy to answer any further questions

you may have.

I just thought it was worth pointing out

the history and the hypocrisy.

Did you reveal the personal nature

of your prior relationship to the press secretary

when you were assigned to Caroline Bennett's bus?

No.

Then when you switched to Walker?

I should have told Bruce sooner

about the potential conflict.

But maybe I didn't because I knew deep down

that there is zero margin of error for women journalists,

especially one like myself, who's...

who's already been branded with the Scarlet E.

An emotional liability.

Sadie, we take any allegation of a conflict,

particularly sexual in nature, extremely seriously.

I never once let this

relationship impact my work.

Never.

In fact, I worked twice as hard

to avoid any semblance of special treatment,

to make sure my facts were sound,

to ask the hard questions, even if it meant

inciting a Twitter mob or hurting a decent candidate.

Because...

because I love this job.

And I believe in journalism and our mission.

And no matter what you decide today, I always will.

Thank you.

That'll be all.

Thank you.

Good morning, husband.

Mm. I love the way that sounds.

- Mm, mm, mm, mm... wait. - Mm.

Shoot.

I should get dressed.

This early?

Brunch isn't till 11:00.

Brunch? What brunch?

The brunch you and my mom talked about last night.

I have no idea what you're talking about, babe.

I'm sorry. I thought when my mother said,

"Tomorrow's another big day," and you said, "You're right,"

I assumed you knew what she was talking about.

I assumed that she was talking about

my interview with the Kansas mayor.

Why would my mom know about your interview?

I don't know. I thought maybe you told her.

Why would I know about the brunch?

Okay. Okay. Let's start again.

Hmm?

Good morning, wife.

- Eric, what is... - We have a brunch today.

Now, my Uncle Bill and Aunt Margie couldn't

get in last night, so their flight lands in an hour.

So I will see them after my interview.

It won't take that long.

But Gary has the flu, so I have to do my own prep.

I cannot believe you are doing this to me right now.

I can't believe you're doing this to me right now.

When you were working 24/7 trying to make partner,

I had your back every step of the way.

And so what, now my work just doesn't matter?

I'm just saying you should have told me.

You should've told me about the brunch.

For the record,

I forgot about the damn brunch.

It's fine.

Go do what you got to do.

Just please come back to me as soon as you can.

- Okay? - I will.

I promise.

- Oh. - Excuse me.

Oh, good morning.

Oh, I didn't think you'd be up this early.

But since you are, I wouldn't say no to your help.

I have so much food to get on the table.

Um, Barb...

Mm-hmm?

Mom, I actually...

I have to run out real quick.

What do you mean you have to run out?

I have an interview.

You set up an interview for the day after your own wedding?

Well, technically, I set up an interview

for the day after my engagement party.

Because I didn't know it was gonna...

Damn. Sweet spread.

Hey, Gary, you sure you're up for calls?

Yeah.

Morning, gorgeous.

Okay.

Ooh. Read the room, dude.

No. Please just tell them that

I need a full lighting setup and that I'll be there in 30.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

It's primary day,

I have an exclusive, and my embed has the damn flu.

I told you.

Didn't I tell you?

What?

You told him what?

She can't live like this after you have children.

This just isn't gonna work for my grandbabies.

Mom, what are you doing?

- Stop. - Okay.

Well, if you two just want to have a conversation like I'm

- not even standing here, then... - No. Baby, no.

Well, do you want me to say it to your face?

- That's no problem. - Mom.

You need to get your priorities straight and fast.

This is not what my son signed up for in a wife.

Is that right?

What are you saying?

Stop.

No, that's great. I want to make sure

it doesn't come across as divisive.

All right? Yeah.

I always forget that part, but that's great.

Okay.

Hey, how was the engagement party?

Oh, it kind of turned into a surprise wedding.

You're kidding. You're married?

That's wonderful. Congratulations.

Yup, we did it.

We could have rescheduled this interview.

Oh, no. It's okay.

Eric had some family that flew in.

But I know you had to rearrange

so many things in your schedule to make this work,

and it is primary day.

Um, should we do this?

You're the boss.

Welcome to Liberty Direct News's

live coverage of primary day here in South Carolina.

I'm Kimberlyn Kendrick Jordan with an exclusive interview

with one of the Democratic candidates swept up in the story du jour.

Hey.

I'm heading out.

Just wanted to say thanks for the party,

and sorry about your impending divorce.

Excuse me?

Here's the thing, my guy.

You lied to my friend last night.

Those vows that you wrote, how you would always be there

for her and love her and defend her and protect her

like she was a fucking country and you were the only soldier

in her army... oh, my God. You had me shook.

Like, I fully believed you.

I meant every word of that.

Right.

But then just now, after your epic fail...

my God...

I remembered the one thing I know about you

that's actually true.

You don't know anything about me.

I know you proposed to Kimberlyn

the day she was leaving for Iowa.

Yeah, because I wanted to marry her.

Okay, I get that.

But it was the biggest day of her career, and you had to upstage her.

You peed all over her like a needy little puppy.

You make her birthdays about you too?

No. I always put her first.

And she always put work first.

Oh, true.

Yeah, you idiot. You knew that going into this.

If you wanted to change her, why did you propose?

I love her. I don't want to change her.

Then honor your vows...

in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer.

And when your mom is being a righteous fucking bitch...

Watch it.

Sorry.

But, I mean... no, you're right.

Sorry.

And if she doesn't forgive me?

At least you tried.

- There you are. - Hey.

Let me put my digits in your phone.

Next time when you're around here, you can hit me up.

That's okay.

I'm good.

I'll pack up my cubicle.

You're on a flight to Charleston today.

Get me a South Carolina curtain raiser

by the time you land.

I'm back on the trail.

Bruce, thank you so much.

I can't tell you how much I appreciate

you fighting for me.

I didn't.

I voted against you.

But Ellen overruled me.

And Phil reviewed your stories and agreed

it didn't impact your work.

So you're back on the bus.

Walker just brought Benji Newman on

as communications director, so you only deal with him.

Understood?

Benji usually only comes on when a campaign is in crisis.

Understood?

Understood.

You're the one that said if every reporter

that ever talked trash or fucked up was fired,

entire newsrooms would have to be shut down.

Did I say that?

That's why we're so good together.

You said it. We're shit stirrers... broken toys

who don't feel like we belong here.

The only difference is,

every time I walk through those doors,

I feel the great privilege of what we get to do.

A lot of people gave you a lot of chances

you didn't deserve.

And thank God they did, because you...

you are fucking brilliant.

And the world is a better place with your voice in it.

It's too bad you don't think I deserve the same grace.

And Bruce, I'm done apologizing.

Benji?

You wouldn't be trying to ignore me, would you?

Because that might make a journalist suspicious.

Grace.

Yeah.

I get 15 minutes to myself every day.

And in those 15 minutes, I get a break

from answering inane questions

- from shit-for-brains reporters. - Hmm.

Present company excluded, of course.

Well, I won't take up too much of your time.

This is quick.

The Walker campaign has shown an unusual amount

of staff turnover in the last two weeks.

Is that a question?

What's going on?

Campaigns evolve.

You've been around long enough to know that.

Oh, don't condescend to me. Losing campaigns evolve.

Your candidate is pulling ahead in South Carolina.

And by all accounts, everything is going well.

And yet in the last week alone,

the following staffers have been fired.

A videographer, two field organizers,

oh, and that cute scheduler who always wore a bucket hat.

Is this off the record?

If it must be.

No comment.

Hmm.

So what, you get married

and they just give your husband a room key

without your permission?

Your friend Lola vouched for me.

I made a mistake...

proposing to you.

- Oh, shit. - No.

No, no, no, no, no.

I don't mean... no, I meant the timing.

I shouldn't have waited till the day that you were leaving.

I had a thousand days to ask you, and I wanted to,

but I was just waiting for the perfect moment,

and then I never did it.

And then all of a sudden you were leaving,

and I got scared.

I was scared I was gonna lose you.

I don't want to lose you either.

That's good.

I'm glad we have that going for us.

All day long I've just been thinking about,

like, what did we do wrong?

And I thought maybe it was that we weren't

checking in with each other enough.

But then I started thinking maybe it's just me.

No, it's not.

No, not my fault.

I'm not gonna let you off the hook that easy.

But maybe I haven't been checking in with myself.

I thought that getting married would buy me some time.

But then this morning, with your mom, when...

I'll talk to her.

No.

I will talk to her.

She's not totally wrong.

I don't know how this is gonna work.

Getting married didn't solve the problem.

It just made it more obvious that we have a problem to solve.

So...

where does that leave us?

Married.

♪ Sun rays on the window ♪

♪ It's cold ♪

♪ But you're here with me ♪

♪ Never let me go ♪

♪ Your love ♪

♪ You've got your sunflower eyes ♪

Hey, this is Josie.

I can't answer, so please leave a message.

Thanks.

Josie, hey.

Uh, it's me, Lola.

Um, I... I don't know what your schedule is

or what you're up to.

But um, I was just thinking maybe, if you wanted,

we could go on, like, a proper...

I don't know, date.

Is that really lame?

Whatever. Fuck it. I think being lame is the new cool.

Um, okay, yeah, just call me back or...

yeah, call me back.

_

Holy shit.

Sadie.

Walker could win South Carolina.

And Benji blew me off, which means

you are definitely on to something.

How'd it go today? Do you still have a job?

Just a sec.

Hey!

- Yes! - I'm back!

Get in here.

Oh.

Oh, God. Okay.

So "The Sentinel's" Special Projects team

has the gestation of a llama.

I don't know what that means.

That means we have to fucking beat them.

What do you mean we?

Let's divide the reporting.

I will take donor lists and FEC filing.

And you... you can try to get staffers to break their NDAs.

My favorite pastime.

If you still have a job, then we're still...

Competitors, yeah.

This wouldn't be the first time our newspapers

have shared intel that was in the public interest.

- Pentagon Papers? - Snowden.

- Panama Papers. - ProPublica investigations.

Pentagon Papers pinky swear?

We share everything,

coordinate to publish at the same time.

Sadie, this is serious shit.

You don't think Ben Bradlee and Punch Sulzberger pinky swore?

My dad was there. I can guarantee you they did not.

Well, thank God we're not the boys on the bus,

'cause they sound boring as fuck.

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