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[phone ringing]

- Hey, Mom.
- Good morning.

Oh, Katie, I have
so much to tell you.

So we went out
for the other Carol's birthday,

and I bought her
a top from Chico's.

And then she opens
Angie's present.

You are not
going to believe this.

- It was the same top?
- It was the same top!

Different color though.
She's keeping them both.

That new "Bachelorette"
gets on my nerves.

- Who wears a bikini top
to a wine tasting?

both: And why does she keep
bringing up her dead brother?

- Mom, I gotta go,
I'm gonna miss my bus.

- Well, you know,
you wouldn't have to commute

if you lived
in New Jersey.

Your old room is
just the way you left it,

so your father can sleep
in there

and you can sleep
in the big bed with me.

- No, Mom, I love New York.
The energy, the glamour--

Ugh! Ew!

Did that rat just jump or
did somebody throw that at me?

- I saw the show last night.
Which segment was yours?

- I produced the one
about Halloween costumes

for obese pets.

- Oh, it was good.

Ooh, I liked the dog
that was a fat Dracula.

- No, Mom, I've been
at this show for three years

and I have never produced
a lead segment.

Greg just always gives me
all the fluff pieces.

I feel like
I'm treading water.

- Well, you have to go
up to Greg and say,

"Listen, bub,
I'm the best

and if you can't see it,
you're an idiot."

- You can't call your boss
an idiot.

I'm finally at work, Mom.
I gotta go.

- Okay.
Call you in ten.

[upbeat music]

*

- Oh, I'm exhausted.

I was in LA last night
for the NFL Honors.

My fiancé won
for Lewdest Touchdown Dance.

- Good morning, everyone.
Just a warning,

David Muir interviewed Putin
last night,

so we should all be prepared
for Chuck to be in a bad mood.

Now, who has
segment pitches?

- Oh, yeah.
"The Washington Post" led

with a really inter--
- Oh, what if we did a segment

called, "Am I Snapchatting
My Vacation Wrong"?

- Great. Katie,
you can produce that.

- "The Washington Post" led
with the UN Summit.

- Right. We'll open
with Chuck doing a UN piece.

Gene,
you produce that.

- You know who I hate?

- Ivanka Trump?
Same.

You know, she farted in my face
at SoulCycle.

- Young "rock and roll"
reporters like David Muir.

This industry is
plagued by ageism.

Unless you Twitter and know
all the latest slang,

they'll throw you out
like yesterday's newspaper,

which everyone's reading
on their watch now, I guess.

Uh, Twitter: I ate a salad.
Pound sign, I'm cool.

- Here's your coffee, sir.
I'm Cody, the new intern.

- I'm sure we'll be
very close.

Greg, fire Cody
and get someone else

to bring me
another coffee.

- Good meeting.

[quirky music]

- Listen, bub,
I'm the best.

- What?
- Nothing.

I'm so sorry I said that.

Don't even--
don't worry about it.

[upbeat news broadcast music]

*

- [groans]
Justin, everything sucks.

I just want to be
a great journalist, you know?

It's been my dream
since, like, forever.

- You know what?
Dreams just mess you up, okay?

I used to dream
of being a doctor,

but every time I went
into surgery,

my hands became
dog mouths,

which was very frustrating,

'cause it was affecting
my dexterity.

- Yeah.
- Then I stopped drinking soda

at night and now I don't
have that dream.

You see what I'm saying?

[phone ringing]

- Hey, Mom.

- The other Carol died!

- Oh, my God.
What?

- It was a heart attack.
No one saw it coming.

I mean,
she was 400 pounds

and she screamed
at the news a lot,

but hindsight's 20/20.

- Mom, I'm so sorry.

- Hey.

I had an idea
about that Snapchat piece.

- I shouldn't have let her
eat the whole cake!

- Can you hang on
just one second?

- Oh, sure.
- Ravenous!

- What if instead of doing it
on the show,

we did it on Snapchat?

- Katie, are you still there?
- Katie, are you listening?

- Yeah, I am.

- Anyway...
- Anyway,

do you have any ideas?
- I have no one

to go to the funeral
with me.

- What about Dad?
- Dads on Snapchat?

- Well, him, but I mean
no one fun.

- That's the piece.

Can you get working on it?
- Can you come with me, Katie?

- Yes, I can.

both: Great! Bye.

- Bye.

- Sorry I'm late.

- It's okay, honey.

It took them forever
to carry in the casket.

Because of her weight.
- Oh.

- Halfway down,
they just slid it.

Dave, honey, breathe
through your nose

or wait outside.

- Okay, you betcha.

- [sighs]

- [whispering]
Love you, Dad.

- Carol accomplished a lot
in her time on Earth.

She was a stay-at-home mom,
a licensed driver,

and a dedicated "Doctor--
[clears throat]

Phil" viewer.

But she also had
big dreams.

Carol's dream was to visit
the castle in England

where "Harry Potter"
was filmed,

but the Lord called her home.
- [sobs]

- If we can learn anything
from Carol's passing,

it is this--

if you have a dream,
you must go after it,

not next year.
not next week.

Now.
all: Amen.

Greg, can I ask you
something?

- No, we can't soundproof
the women's room.

I'm sorry
if the camera department

can hear you in there.

- That was
an anonymous suggestion

and it wasn't--
it wasn't me.

No, um, I want to produce
the lead...tonight.

- No.

- Wait, why no?

- Because Chuck is difficult
and I trust Gene.

- But maybe you only trust Gene
because he's a man.

Have you taken
the Implicit Bias Test online?

My results said I distrust
all white people.

- You honestly think
I'm being sexist?

- I have worked here
longer than Gene.

Why else haven't I gotten
a shot?

- Maybe you're not
as good as Gene.

You ever considered that?

- No, I-I had not.

- Good journalists, like Gene,
can produce a segment

without someone saying,
"Good job, little one."

Good journalists know
when to scrap a story

and think on their feet
if a better one comes along.

I don't think
you can do that.

And actually, I don't think
you think you can either.

- You don't know
what I don't think.

- Hey, there's our girl.

You really showed that toilet
who's boss.

- That wasn't me, Ron!

- Oh, well, thanks
for finally joining us.

Can I get you a drink,
a cranberry scone, an emoji?

Or should we start
the damn meeting?

- Let's start, shall we?
I think we should lead

with the hurricane.
- Ooh, I have a story pitch.

Why is bathroom water sweeter
than kitchen water?

- Fine.
Katie, you take that.

Gene, you take the hurricane.
Now, for the B block--

- Mr. Pierce, I would like
to ask you something.

I have never produced
a lead, ever,

and I've worked here
longer than Gene.

- Which white guy is Gene?
- I--

- And I really think
I could do it

if I'm just given
the chance.

I mean, shouldn't seniority
count for something?

- Yes.
Yes, it should.

This person is doing
the hurricane lead.

[dramatic music]

You know what, Greg?

That's exactly what's wrong
with this business.

Nobody rewards
experience.

Well, I do!

My personal trainer lives
in a nursing home!

- Very excited to work--
together.

*

Oh, hi.
What are you doing here?

Oh, no, did Dad finally run off
because of how you treat him?

- No, he's in the car.
I cracked a window, he's fine.

Listen, I'm going
back to school.

- Oh, that's great.
- I'm gonna study

television production,
and the admissions lady said

I could get credit
for an internship.

- Oh, good for you, Mom.

- So I'm getting one here.

- What? What?
No, no. Why? Help.

- Yeah, the show needs
an intern.

You know, the lady said that
students should use

their, you know, connections
in the industry.

So, I'm starting
from the bottom.

You know,
like that rapper sings.

Who's that guy?
The Canadian wheelchair guy

who dated Nicole "Mirage"?

- Drake.
- Yes.

- Drake, Mom,
and that's crazy.

It's one thing to take a class
to keep busy,

but you can't embark
on a giant new career

at your age.
- Why?

It's my dream.

[church organ playing]

- If you have a dream,
you must go after it,

not next year,
not next week, now.

Now, Carol!

all: Amen!

- What? No, Father Kevin
was talking to me.

And since when has it been
your dream to work in the news?

- Since always!

But then I met your father
and quit my job to raise you.

- M'kay, Mom,
you do not want to be an intern.

It is boring
and thankless.

- Boring and thankless?
I was a mom for 30 years.

I cleaned barf
out of the tape deck

of a Teddy Ruxpin.

- Well, I'm sorry, Mom,

because we already filled
that internship opening.

- She's lying.
I'd be happy

to accept your application,
young lady.

- Oh.

[upbeat music]

- What are you doing?

- Hiring your mother
as our intern.

- Look, I get
that you're mad

that I went over your head
with Chuck, okay,

but this is not the way
to get back at me.

You know what you could do?

Spread a rumor
that I'm an alcoholic.

Ooh, or slut-shame me.

- This has nothing to do
with you.

If I hire an "Old"
as an intern,

it'll finally get Chuck
off my back.

Whenever he yells about ageism
I can just point to this "Old."

- Oh, your ring is so big.
Did he cheat?

- Mom--
- No, but if he does,

I have just the thing
picked out.

[both laughing]

Katie, I didn't know
your mom lives,

like, ten minutes from here.

Why don't you just
move in with her?

- Yeah, that's what
I always say.

- Hi,
I'm the Executive Producer.

- Oh, you must be Greg.
He's not that tiny.

- Okay, good interview.
You're hired.

- W-what?
- When can you start?

- How about today?

- Perfect.

- Oh, I love this man.

[whispering]
You should date him.

- Mom!

- Job's pretty simple,

except you do have to be
careful around Chuck.

- Why?
Is he handsy with the girls?

I don't mind.

- No, but he loves
to fire interns.

- Oh. Well, I get along
with everybody.

- Chuck gets his lunch at 1:00,
he gets his snack at 2:30,

at 3:00 he takes his nap
so his snack must arrive

at 2:30.
Got it?

- Yes.
- Say it back to me.

- Oh, then no.

- Okay, start with this guy
in the kayak

going past a submerged car
right there.

- Hi, Pumpkin.
- Hi.

- You must be Justin.

- Oh, hi.
- Hello.

I think he smells fine.

- Mom, do you need
something?

'Cause we're kind of
on a deadline.

- Oh, of course.
Oh, for your big story.

- Yeah.
- Oh, it's just too bad

it has to be
about a hurricane.

- Why is that too bad?

- The news is always scaring
people about the weather.

They say a hurricane's coming,
then nothing happens.

Now, why did I
come in here?

Oh, God, okay, I walked in,
I sat down--

Ugh, God, what is it?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh--

okay, yes.
Honey,

is your work email password

the same
as your regular email password?

- It is the same,
but don't say it out loud.

- So it's "teamedward,"
all lowercase?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, thank you.

- Yup.

Oh, my God, I can't believe
she's working here.

- I can't believe
you let your mother have

your email password.

- I mean, at least I
used to have work as an escape,

you know, but now
there's, like, no boundaries.

She's just gonna be on top of me
every single day!

- Listen, this problem
will solve itself.

Have you ever seen my super edit
of Chuck firing interns?

- Why am I sweating so much?
You're fired!

That's eye contact.
You're fired.

My ex-wife has that sweater.
You're fired.

You're fired.
Fired! Fired!

[clatter] Who put that there?
You're fired!

Is this a tour
or can I fire them?

Who's the old guy?
You're fired!

- Chuck, that's a mirror.

Then smash it!

Wheelchair, you're fi--

- See? No intern's ever lasted
more than a couple weeks.

- Yeah.

- Katie, did you need
a file called

"Hurricane Research, important"?
'Cause it just disappeared.

Oh, I just spoke with Greg,
he is single,

so I invited him
to your cousin Tami's wedding.

Do you think he'll need
his own hotel room

or can he just share
a bed with Dad?

- Can you go to the post office?
I need some stamps.

- Oh.
No, I can't. No time.

Gotta get Chuck his snack
at 2:30.

- No, um, Chuck takes his nap
at 2:30.

He gets his snack at 3:00.

- Oh, right.

It's hard to remember things
when you're a woman my age.

Plus Alzheimer's and insanity do
run in our family. Okay!

- Oh, my God. I just lied
to my mom to get her fired.

Please don't judge me.

- Bad news, Wendelson.

Your hurricane just got
downgraded.

- What?
- A Category Two

isn't gonna make
much of a lead.

- Oh, no, I'm still the lead.
I'm gonna fix this.

- Then you better find a way
to change the weather.

[dramatic music]

*

- Oh!
[laughs]

Hey, Beth, you preparing
for an earthquake? [laughs]

- The mega-quake isn't
until 2018,

and you won't be laughing then.
I dropped a raisin.

- Oh. Do you have any contacts
at the National Weather Service?

I'm trying to get
a tropical storm

upgraded
back to a hurricane.

- Oh, sure thing. I can call
Bernie in Storm Designations.

- Oh, really?
- No!

There's no Bernie
in Storm Designations.

There's a Barney in Weather
Event Classifications,

but I'm not calling him.
- Why not?

- You can't re-categorize
a storm for no reason.

Unless you want to get called
before an Ethics Tribunal

at the Barometric Castle
in St. Paul!

Is that what you want?

[dramatic music]

- How did your rain dance go?

- Can't talk right now.
I got a lot of work to do

and it's almost 2:30.

- Where's my snack?

- Oh, God.

- I'm supposed to have my snack
at 2:30!

- Katie. Stamps.

Who's yelling like that?
Sounds like the Pathmark by me

that's all Hispanic now.

- It's Chuck,
about his snack.

- What?

You told me he got his snack
at 3:00.

- I'm so mad
I could spit bullets!

- I--did I?
I--

- All right,
who screwed this up?

Who's the intern?

- Uh--
Mr. Pierce, I can explain.

- Are you the intern?
- No, Katie Wendelson.

Segment Producer?
I held your hand

while you passed
your kidney stones?

- It's okay, dear.
Hi.

- Hi.
- I'm Carol.

- Hi.
- I'm the intern.

- But you're, uh--

Carol, we have
a schedule.

- I know.
- And when people disrespect

that schedule,
they disrespect me.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Well, Carol,

I've been in this business
for 30 years,

and I will not be
disrespected!

I was on the ground in Kosovo!
I shot a flaming arrow

at Mike Wallace's
Viking funeral!

And another thing--

- Jeez Louise, calm down!

You're a graying old man,

you're throwing a tantrum
about a snack.

The world's not gonna end
if you don't get

your little pizza bagel,
which you don't need by the way.

You hold your weight
in your belly, and that is

heart attack city according
to "Good Housekeeping."

Okay? I mean,
you're not like that, um--

Oh, gosh, who was
that actor who died?

You know, mob show?
Come on, think.

- Uh, Marlon Brando?

- No, no, no, he was
in that movie I like

with Old Christine.
Come on, you know it!

- James Gandolfini.

- Yes.
- James Gandolfini.

- Yes. Yes.
- It's James Gandolfini.

- You're not like him, Chuck,
but you could be.

Take care of yourself
and stop getting so mad!

Okay, go to your office.

- Oh, all right.
Okay.

- That's right. I'll make you
a bowl of popcorn, okay?

- Okay.
- Go, go.

- Did I tell you
the wrong time?

- Nice try, Pumpkin.

I can always tell
when you're lying.

- That was amazing.

You got Chuck to do
what you wanted.

Can I...kiss you?

- I don't think I can do
this internship.

- Wait.
Mom, come on.

- No, really, I've been
running around all day long,

and I am exhausted.

You're right, Pumpkin,
I'm too old for this.

Goodbye, everyone!

Thank you
for the opportunity.

Kathryn.

[dramatic music]

[Steely Dan's
"Reeling In The Years" playing]

- * Are you reeling
in the years? *

[music stops]

- Could you hear
my psych-up music?

- Um, yes.

- Pretty fresh beat, huh?

Well, let me blow your mind.
That song is 40 years old.

- Okay. Um, they need you
for run-through.

- No. I have to speak to
that mature intern first.

Can you send her in?

- Um, sir? Sir?
Uh, she quit.

- Well, get her
back here,

or you and the other
interns are fired!

- I'm--not an intern.

- What the hell was that?
- I'm on it, Greg.

- Yeah, you better be on it,
or else you'll be on Craigslist

selling your body
for rent money!

Sorry, that was
too rough.

You know what? Coffee.
Coffee run on me.

[indistinct chatter on TV]

- Oh. Mom, why didn't you
answer your phone?

- I don't have to.
You're not my boss anymore.

- Okay, Chuck says he needs
to talk to you.

- Oh, so you only came here
because you need my help.

- No, no. I'm very sorry that
I tried to get you fired, okay?

- I gave up everything for you,
and now I just want

a little dream for myself
and you won't let me have it.

- But Mom, why can't you get
a different little dream?

Why do you have to horn in
on mine?

- Oh!
- Hi, Honey.

I'm just gonna close
the den door

so I can read my magazine.
- [sighs]

- Mom, work is hard enough
without you there, okay?

I have nothing for
my lead hurricane segment.

And Greg and everybody else
there thinks that I suck,

and the worst part is,
they are probably right.

- Oh, you do not suck.
You're great.

You've always been great.

Look at this shrine.

You were the smartest kid,
and a track star.

And you were amazing
in "Les Mis" as Dock Whore.

- Mom, do you remember how
I got on the track team?

I didn't make it and then
you went to the coach

and you forced him
to let me on.

You have always
interfered.

I can never do anything
on my own!

- And then what happened next?
Who won these trophies?

I got you on the team, but
I didn't run the race for you,

did I, dum-dum?

- I guess I did do
the running.

You just made me believe
that I could.

- And you can do this too.

You are a good
little journalist!

- Yeah, you're right.

And a good journalist knows
when to scrap their story!

- [gasps]

Am I supposed to follow you?

- Mom, yeah.

- Oh.

[energetic music]

- Whew.
I'm scrapping the lead!

- What?
But I just sent you

to return henceforth
with the "Old."

- Justin, get me clips
of workers in their 60s.

- I'm on it!

- Amy, get that econ professor
from NYU on the phone.

Brenda, I need stats
on baby boomers

re-entering
the workforce.

- My name is not Brenda.
- Copy that.

Story's not about a hurricane
anymore.

It's about a tsunami.

- What are you doing?

- A good journalist always knows
when to scrap their lead

if a better one
comes along, right?

- What?
- That's--you--

Greg, you said that.
- No, I didn't.

- Verbatim, you said that to me.
- When?

- Yesterday.
- Why are we even talking

about this?
The show is in 20 minutes!

- It's in 20 minutes? 20?
2-0, great.

- Carol.
- Yes.

- Earlier, you called me
a "graying old man."

- I'm sorry.
I have no filter.

I've ruined dozens
of surprise parties.

- No, no, no,
I want to know if it's true.

Does my hair look gray
on camera?

It's just that...

[whispering] nobody around here
tells me the truth.

- Your hair does
look gray.

- Thank you, Carol.

- And also, Chuck,
when you wear a green tie,

you look exactly like
a leprechaun.

It's because of your ears,
they're very po--

- Baby steps, Carol,
baby steps.

- Live from Secaucus,
New Jersey,

this is "The Breakdown"
with Chuck Pierce...

- The lead is changing!
Guys, the lead is changing,

okay?
The package is on B.

Chuck, there's new copy
in your prompter.

- Good evening.
Tonight we take a look

at the so-called
"Silver Tsunami,"

America's surplus
of baby boomers

and their predicted drain
on Social Security

when they retire.

But as more older Americans
choose

to re-enter the workforce,

the future of our economy seems
brighter than ever.

[upbeat music]

Proving that seniority does
count for something, Greg.

I mean, Portia.

- Thanks, Chuck.
Coming up,

is there a silent killer hiding
in your family's handguns?

That's when we return.
- And, we're clear.

- Ooh.

- Good job, little one.

On to the next crisis,
who's gonna tell Chuck

with that hair he looks
like Ronald McDonald?

- Handling Chuck sounds
like a job for my mom.

It's too bad
that she quit.

- Yeah, it really is.

She could have talked him
into so many things.

- Hey, if you really
want her back,

I'm willing to negotiate.

- What are your terms?

- I convince my mom to come back
and be our intern,

and you let me do
one lead story every week.

- Done. Oh!
I thought you were gonna

ask for a raise,
which I would've given you.

- No.
- Idiot.

- Damn it.

You know what? No.
Baby steps, baby steps.

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

- Hey, Pumpkin.
The show was great.

I loved the story
you did about me.

And what'd you think
of Chuck's hair?

Zazzy, right?

- It's real zazzy, yeah.

Um, listen, Mom,

I think you should come back
and be our intern.

- I don't know, Katie.
Having me around

is a big sacrifice.
I can't do that to you.

I've already given you genes
for hairy arms and scoliosis.

- It's not a sacrifice, Mom.

You make me believe
in myself.

And I-I need you.
[chuckles]

- Aw, really?

I don't know, Katie.
I have to think about it, okay?

- Okay, Mom.

- Just kidding!
- [gasps]

- I'm in!
We're coworkers!

[both laughing]

Oh, I can't come in
tomorrow.

Two gays from my soap
are getting married.

- Why is this commercial break
taking so long?

[The Supremes' "Baby Love"]

Where's Carol?
Get me Carol.

- They need me
on the floor.

- Carol?
- Yeah, can we get Carol?

- Wrong way, Mom!

- Carol here?
Is she in the building?

- Carol!
- Carol!