I know what you're thinking, and I didn't do it.
But as any political journalist can tell you,
these days, the truth is whatever you want to believe.
So here's my truth...
about how it all went down.
♪ I get up in the evening ♪
♪ And I ain't got nothing to say ♪
♪ I come home in the morning ♪
♪ I go to bed feeling the same way ♪
Hey!
Yeah, oh, my God, of course!
Yeah, I get into Iowa late tonight.
Yeah, well, I still have to pack.
What--I'm gonna make it.
I always make it.
The Bennett campaign flew her Yorkie first-class?
Did it have its own seat?
I gotta use--can I use that?
Oh, I gotta-- I'll call you back.
Bye.
Hello? - McCarthy!
You will never get another interview with the Speaker.
Josh, Josh, Josh, if you would let me talk...
well, you read my profiles.
What did you expect?
Sadie McCarthy. Oh, hey, yeah.
Do you think I could go boxing with Caroline,
and it's sort of a metaphor for her role as governor?
No, it was-- - Sadie.
I know.
I know, but no one's gonna cover the--
McCarthy.
Come see me.
Listen, I have to call you back.
It won't be long. Bye.
It's happening, Hunter.
- ♪ Even if we're just dancing in the dark ♪
Hey, what's up?
Oh, hey.
I'm putting you on the old man's bus.
- What? Are you--what--why? - No, I know, I know.
You want Caroline Bennett. - Uh, yeah.
She's the front-runner, and I spent months
buttering up all of my contacts inside her campaign.
Well, I've already assigned Dale.
Fuck Dale!
Look, I really need you covering the old man.
Only you could find a fresh angle.
I mean, you see things that other reporters don't see.
So you're punishing me for being good at my job.
No. No.
No, the newsroom brass is still burned.
They worry that you live and write
in a more... emotional space.
That is such bullshit!
Felicity Walker.
What about her?
Aside from the fact that she should be president right now.
- See? See? There it is. - I'm kidding. I'm kidding.
Come on! Look, you wanted her to win,
and it showed in your work.
Hell, it showed on television.
I mean, your crying became a meme.
I don't think that--
The media is under attack.
We cannot show even a hint of bias.
Sadie, you're a great writer, but you lead with your heart.
And we need you to lead with your head.
Well, Hunter S. Thompson didn't just write what he saw.
He wrote how he felt.
He found a deeper truth,
which is what made him a legend.
You gotta stop romanticizing "The Boys on the Bus."
Hunter S. Thompson was a legend in 1973.
Today, he would be an HR crisis.
Bruce.
It was my first time on the trail.
You gotta give me another chance.
If I could assure my bosses that you have changed
and get you assigned to Bennett...
Yes?
You have to prove that you can write objectively.
Okay.
And--and you have to land the first interview.
Done.
Yes. Okay. All right.
You're not gonna regret this.
Why this obsession with politics?
I love what you've been writing lately.
That obit you did on the Central Park duck?
I mean, that's a masterpiece.
That.
That was good.
But this is a chance at the White House.
You said that the last time.
The road is my home.
Oh, okay, Jack Kerouac.
Try to make more than one friend this time, okay?
They're not my friends. They're the competition.
All right, y'all.
I got my gummies.
I got my headphones.
I got my ring lights.
Tell me, am I forgetting something important?
Going once, going twice.
Damn.
How could I forget? Ah!
Could y'all imagine if I had forgotten
my best little friend?
Ahh!
Thank you, thank you.
All right, y'all, first up is Iowa.
Let's do this.
Okay. What am I forgetting?
- Power heels. - Check.
- Passion planner. - Ooh, thank you.
Check.
Invisalign.
Check.
Fiancé?
Kimberlyn Anaya Kendrick,
will you marry me?
I've been on the trail for three decades.
I have 2 1/2 million points.
I have seen the inside of more Marriotts than Eliot Spitzer.
All I want is a corner room
on a lower floor, away from the elevator,
with a view not of the dumpsters,
hypoallergenic pillows,
and blackout shades that actually work.
How many points do I need for that?
♪ Ma-a-a-ation ♪
♪ And it feels nice ♪
Kimberlyn Kendrick checking in.
- Hi, are you Lola? - Welcome back, Grace.
- Hi! Yeah. - Oh, my God!
It's so nice to meet you. We're big fans.
Send it to me on signal.
♪ Fleez and me eating nuts in the leaves ♪
♪ That's where we dance to ESG ♪
Ah.
That better be a Long Island.
Oh, my God, Grace!
♪ Reunited and it feels so good ♪
Aren't you 40 yet? Will you stop singing?
Hi, Sam. Two Yellowtails.
Oh, I guess.
Why not?
So Bruce let you out of the rubber room
after your meltdown.
Bruce didn't seem too concerned.
Thanks. I just had to promise him
that this time around, I'm going to remain detached,
objective, and mostly sober.
So who are you assigned to?
Caroline Bennett.
She reformed public schools as a governor.
She has a military background.
Oh, and she publishes
murder mystery novels under a pseudonym.
She could be the real deal.
- You sound really detached. - Oh, stop.
And don't you worry about me.
I have learned my lesson.
I just need to get that first interview with Bennett,
and then I will be back in Bruce's good graces.
This scoop, if you actually want to call it that, Abby,
entirely misses what's really going on in this race.
He's shitting on your reporting again.
Why does he do that?
Ugh, fuck him.
Who cares what that dinosaur has to say anymore?
Christ.
The Right has arrived.
- Oh, God. - Absolutely, Nellie.
I know you want that job as much as I do.
Whatever happens happens.
I heard Nellie Carmichael had her makeup
tattooed to her face.
What did you say?
She said she heard your makeup has been
tattooed to your face.
Speaking of makeup,
I hope your mascara's waterproof this cycle, Sadie.
That was three years ago, Nellie.
John Edwards lived down a love child faster than this.
Kay? - Don't engage.
Don't engage. - Uh-huh.
I'll be right back.
Yo, hook me up with a Pabst.
It's Lola, right?
Hi. I'm--I'm Sadie McCarthy.
I love your Instagram.
I feel like-- I feel like I know you.
You don't know me.
But thanks.
Ah, Iowa,
where, every four years,
the political universe descends,
so that 300,000 Iowans
can determine the future of our democracy.
The first contest in our nation.
Sometimes, it's so close, they have to toss a coin.
Let that thought sink in.
Some may never live, but the crazy never die.
Three, two...
♪ This body isn't mine ♪
♪ But I got a heart of gold ♪
Yo, I'm at this chicken wing buffet,
AKA the Coachella of the caucuses.
This is the first big stop for all the candidates
who are trying to win our votes,
although you already know who has my heart.
This woman right here convinced me
politics is not just for boomers.
Y'all want to defund the police
and finally stand up to the gun lobby?
She's our girl.
You have my credit card and my private account.
What else could you possibly need?
Yeah, I--I gotta go.
What was that about?
Annie wants me to drive her to college.
She's got major anxiety about transferring mid-semester.
Freshman year is kind of a rite of passage.
So is the HPV vaccine.
Don't have kids.
It never ends with them.
Surprise, surprise.
No vegan options.
Good thing I always roll with a backup.
Use my discount code LOLA for 10% off,
and subscribe to my newsletter for more nutrition tips.
What the hell is she doing?
She's paying her way through sponsored content
and an advance from Substack.
Behold, the brave new world of campaign reporting.
Making herself a discount code
while promoting the socialist candidate?
That's fucking hypocrisy.
Does she know anything about journalism?
Doesn't matter. She has more Twitter followers
than "The Washington Post."
I remember when you actually had to be employed
by a legitimate news outlet.
And I remember when teenagers didn't become household names
for surviving a mass shooting.
Fair.
This business is dying.
Want me to plug you in?
Gotta jump. See you on the bus.
You've got scoop.
That's your scoop face. Spill.
You'll find out when the world does.
Okay, okay.
With politics having descended into one endless,
horrific reality show, isn't the presidential primary
just a higher-stakes version of "The Bachelor"?
The Geriatric, the ultimate elder statesman.
Former CIA director and Secretary of State.
The Action Star, who joined the race
after a Twitter poll came out saying that 46% of Americans
would vote for him regardless of party affiliation.
The Freshman, who has made our entire political system
seem accessible to the everyman
or, as she'd say, everyperson.
Let's call him the...
the Hot White Guy.
Because this little-known Kansas mayor
could actually be the Bachelor.
But he's polling dead last.
The Front-Runner.
Caroline Bennett has the military vote
and writes mystery novels under a pseudonym.
Yeah, I dig it.
It's fun, sassy,
and not at all what your editor asked you to write.
Fuck him.
Shit.
Excuse me, I'm Kimberlyn Kendrick
with Liberty-- - No, thanks.
- Excuse me. - Ugh.
I'm Kimberlyn Kendrick with Liberty Direct News.
I was hoping I could ask you a couple of questions.
I have a question for you.
How do you sleep at night?
Like a baby in a satin bonnet,
as secure as a Reagan economy.
Thank you.
Hey.
How does a Labor Day wedding sound?
Too close to the general.
Christmas weekend?
My father will kill me
if we compete with his Christmas.
I was thinking summer,
sometime after the primaries but before the convention.
And by "I'm thinking," you mean...
I've already pinned two possible venues.
Virtual tours are on our shared calendar,
but I can't talk right now.
If I'm gonna be the next Gayle King,
I've got to land that promotion and get on POTUS.
You will, and Nellie Carmichael will be
dust in your rearview mirror.
Stop that. Nellie's my friend.
I root for her. She roots for me.
And I am rooting for you.
I gotta go.
We can never let our hearts turn to stone,
and we can never let things fall apart so much
that we cannot create a center,
where the future of our children counts
more than the scars of our past.
These days, it's easy to lack conviction,
to go into our corners and slander our enemies.
But America works better when we confront them,
when we accept that building a future
is not a God-given right.
It's work.
It's obligation.
It's duty.
"Democratic presidential candidates
"threw jabs at Republicans and each other
"at the annual Cluck into the Caucuses
fundraising dinner."
Why are you reading me back to me?
"Throwing jabs"--
I'm just confirming, that's what you meant to send?
Is there something wrong with it?
It's okay, in a clichéd Politico way.
It just doesn't have your normal color.
Yes, but I don't do color anymore, you see,
because I am an objective newsman.
I am above personal opinions and basic hygiene.
Where are we with the Bennett interview?
I have some calls out.
Look, I told you
that if you want to prove to the masthead
that you deserve to be back, you gotta get there first.
Remember, you're on thin ice. - Yeah. Yeah.
I can do that.
Jamie loves me.
I wrote her great-grandfather's obit.
Yeah, well, Jamie had a breakdown
and opened a country store in Cobble Hill.
- What? - D.C. is hearing
that Bennett just poached a new press secretary.
Go through him. - Fine.
Who is it? - Some guy named--
♪ Big boy pants 'cause my pockets is thick ♪
♪ Hello Kitty keychain hang straight from my hip ♪
♪ Got a big boy bag, got a big boy drip ♪
♪ Make a little girl sad 'cause a big boy rich ♪
♪ I'm a girl, I'm a girl, I'm a girl, I know ♪
♪ But I got a big mouth and a big boy flow ♪
♪ Yeah, they only wanna listen when the bitches being hos ♪
♪ But you're an incel, I can tell, I know ♪
Wait, is that it? Is that the whole song?
♪ Boys rule, girls drool, that's just the facts ♪
♪ And if you think any different ♪
♪ Then you're gonna get smacked ♪
♪ Flat back on the floor ♪
♪ Nice, love it, feminism ♪
♪ Big boy pants 'cause my pockets is thick ♪
♪ Hello Kitty keychain hang straight from my hip ♪
♪ Got a big boy bag, got a big boy drip ♪
♪ Make a little girl sad 'cause... ♪
Shit.
Loafers?
You've gotta be kidding me.
I wish I was.
And I can't tell Bruce.
If he finds out, he'll pull me off Bennett,
and I really, really need to prove myself.
How did your ex go from bagman
to press secretary in one cycle?
"Ex" is a bold term.
And he always was an ambition monster.
And how did it end between you two?
Bad enough that I can definitely see him
cockblocking my interview, which, you know,
my entire career and livelihood are resting on.
Skip it.
There's better stories out there than Bennett.
Where are you right now?
I'm drinking alone.
In Chicago with Charlie and Annie.
I caved. - Hey, Sadie.
Oh, good for you. Hi, Annie.
She's been gone or on the phone all day, Sadie.
Dad and I did all the work.
Hello.
Are these my bras I'm folding?
I take it your tip didn't pan out?
Find another story.
And for the last time, what's my number one rule?
both: Don't fuck the flack.
My mother, ladies and gentlemen.
- I gotta go.
Hello, Charles.
Harry.
- Grandpa! - Sweetie pie!
Hi, Dad.
Hey. Hey there. Hey.
- Oh.
So, uh, what are the odds
that you'd give me the first interview with Bennett?
Run it on the front, Sunday edition.
Sadie.
If I was drowning in a tsunami of cow shit,
and you were the only one with a lifeboat and Febreze,
I would not give this to you.
That's funny.
So you're still mad?
- It was--how long ago was it?
Three years? - Yeah, three years.
Three years ago, and you know what, I seem
to remember you being the one that always said,
what happens on the road stays on the road.
Did I?
You know, I think I was referring to Jell-O shots
in Milwaukee when I said that,
not our entire relationship.
Relation--see, I don't think I realized
we were in a full-on relationship.
You haven't changed one bit.
Yeah, well, we could have talked about it,
if you hadn't hopped on an Acela and fled to D.C.
You know, it was a Delta shuttle.
- Oh, so sorry. - And unlike you,
I chose not to spend the off cycle sulking
and, um, writing about a dead duck.
She was a Chinese mallard.
The Governor is excited to be back in Iowa
to talk to real Americans about real solutions.
Just ten minutes.
We have no further comment.
I liked you better when you were a bagman.
Bet you did.
Kimberlyn. - Hey.
Hey. Already?
I'm trying to get work done, okay?
Theresa, hi.
Hi, it's--it's Sadie McCarthy from "The New York Sentinel."
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, I get that.
But just tell Bennett that the first interview
has to be with "The Sentinel."
Long time. Yeah. Yeah. Random question.
You and Bennett play pickleball together, right?
Yes, my editor put me back on politics.
Jamie, Jamie, surely you still have hope.
No. No.
I can't go through her press secretary
for reasons I cannot get into.
No, I'm not in the bathroom.
Fuck!
Who's got the first cable sit-down
with Caroline Bennett? - Liberty Direct News.
Liberty Direct News?
Not exactly a friendly outlet.
Who is it? Nellie Carmichael?
Actually, it's gonna be with Kimberlyn Kendrick.
Kimberlyn? Uh-huh.
All right. Thanks.
Kimberlyn Kendrick.
Venti cinnamon almond milk macchiato.
Bingo.
Saying yes to your own wellness...
Saying yes to your own wellness
often means saying no to others.
If you keep saying yes to everyone,
you will have nothing left for yourself.
Good morning, Nellie!
Oh.
No, honey, you sound awful.
Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry.
Is there anything I can do to help?
Oh, Nellie, that event is, like, two hours away, right?
No, no. It's fine. Fine, no.
I got you. Just feel better.
Hi, fam!
I'm at the University of Iowa.
And before we get some action with our candidate crush,
I want to break down some of her talking points.
So first, Green New Deal is not just gonna save our planet
from all the shit that we have done to it--
fucking straws--
but it's also gonna save your future
by creating a green economy and bridge the wealth gap.
We'll be making a living wage on our wind farm,
so we're not gonna have to win the next round of "Squid Game"
just to buy dad a new kidney.
Amazing. I know.
Next, when y'all hear my girl bring up MMT,
she's not telling you to "meet me there."
She's talking about Modern Monetary Theory.
So you know how we're always hearing
how we have to balance our budget?
No. We don't.
We have enough money to pay
for everything that society needs.
All we have to do is hit print.
Kimberlyn?
It's Sadie.
I'm so pissed.
They messed up my coffee order.
Do you want my venti cinnamon almond milk macchiato?
Hi.
- Thank you. - Oh.
Enjoy.
I am still waiting, y'all, and I'm fully about to get
a UTI from holding my pee.
But you gotta sacrifice for the cause.
I'm trying to get y'all some legit face time
with the candidate.
- Hi.
Here she comes.
Hi. Hi.
Excuse me. I'm so sorry. 'Scuse me, 'scuse me.
Congresswoman, do you really believe
that redistribution will benefit the poor
when capitalism has lifted--
Oh, thank you. So nice to meet you.
Whoo!
Do you really believe that redistribution will
benefit the poor when capitalism has lifted
more people out of poverty than any other economic system?
Why are you afraid of Liberty Direct News?
Maybe because you're the devil.
Oh, says the party that's supposed
to stand up for free speech.
Your network's words
are literally violence.
Words are not violence.
Get out of here!
Stop! What are you doing?
Whoa, whoa!
Stop it! No!
Guys, stop!
crowd: [chanting] Far Right fake news has got to go!
Hey, hey! Ho, ho!
Far Right fake news has got to go!
Hey, hey! Ho, ho!
Lola Rahaii just turned a panel about monetary policy
into a livestream of a mini riot.
Guaranteed NOTD.
Being in the right place at the right time
doesn't make you a reporter.
It doesn't?
She goes to all the cool protest marches.
I heard she chained herself
to a chicken processing plant in Ames
to protest inhumane conditions.
Why do you sound jealous?
You ate half the coop at the buffet yesterday.
I'm--I'm just saying, it must be nice
to stand up for what you believe in
and still have a job.
She doesn't have a job.
She has a phone.
Sadie, get off Instagram.
Your dad's taking you to breakfast in half an hour.
I'm leaving, unless you need me
to fold something else or give you a sex talk.
You gave me the sex talk when I was five.
I was the only girl in kindergarten
who knew the word "vulva."
Accuracy matters.
Okay, you two.
Be good. Don't get pregnant.
Abortions are now illegal pretty much everywhere.
Mom. Ugh.
What he/him Iowan do I have to blow
to get a Lyft out here?
Y'all, send help. - Wait.
I'm in the middle of an Iowan farm.
Help!
Why is Kimberlyn with Lola?
So what's Uber saying?
Lyft. We Lyft.
And it's completing a nearby trip.
In fucking Omaha?
Ugh!
Motherfucking shit cunt.
Oh, my God, I'm being canceled?
No, no, no!
No good deed, man. No fucking good deed.
Okay, so, Lola, I need you to focus on getting us a ride,
because I'm gonna be late for an interview.
Okay, chill! I didn't make you late.
If you had a thing in Des Moines,
why'd you bounce all the way to Iowa City?
My friend was sick,
and she asked me to cover.
Women help women.
Kind of like what I just did for you?
I wasn't sure you identified as a woman,
and I would hate to misgender.
Okay, I'm sorry, Kimmy.
I think that you were trying to drag me just now,
but that might have been the wisest thing
that I've ever heard you say.
Like you've ever even watched me.
You don't know me. I watch everyone.
Know thy enemy, just don't give them all your energy.
Oh, is that from one of your buttons?
Honestly, I don't mean to be rude,
but are you even a reporter?
According to The Cut, I am the eyes and ears
of my entire generation.
What about you? What's a Black woman doing
working at Liberty White Nationalist News?
You want to do this right now?
Okay, let's do this.
I know what Liberty is.
They are racist, because everyone is racist.
At least they're honest about it.
It's better than condescending Democrats
trying to tell me that I'm a victim,
and only they know what's best for me.
I'm not a Democrat, just for the record.
Yo.
- Lola! - Oh, is that the driver?
What's he saying? - It's Sadie McCarthy.
- Who? - From "The Sentinel."
We met the other night?
Never mind. Can I talk to Kimberlyn?
Yeah. It's for you.
- This is Kimberlyn. - Kimberlyn! Sadie McCarthy.
I, uh--I see that you and Lola are currently stranded,
and I'm wondering how you plan to make it back
in time for your interview with Governor Bennett.
I appreciate your concern, Sadie,
but I've got everything under control.
My Uber will be here any minute.
- Lyft! - Well, if you're not on
the road within the next five minutes,
you're never gonna make it in time.
Do you see that pickup headed your way?
That's my friend Billy, and his truck has
the horsepower to get you back in plenty of time.
Why would you help me?
Look, it's very simple.
You tell me where you're scheduled
to meet Governor Bennett, and the truck is yours.
Yeah, no, I'm not giving you my exclusive.
You won't be! My story won't publish
until after your interview hits.
That's the beauty of print.
We're slow as shit.
Are you with Lyft?
Come on!
Ugh, you know what? Fine.
Room 211.
Thank you!
- Are you Billy? - Yep.
You coming?
I think I'll wait for Eddie and his white Toyota Camry.
No offense, but you're toxic for my brand.
Okay.
Why, Iowa?
Jesus Christ.
You are relentless. - Thank you.
So, uh, pleading with every member
of her kindergarten class, that didn't work out for you,
so now you are storming the castle.
Governor's already arranged a first interview--
With Liberty Direct News, yeah.
I know. Seriously?
They spent the entire last cycle saying a woman
couldn't be commander-in-chief, PMS and all.
Black female correspondent.
Hits all the demos but speaks to the red states.
It polled in the '90s. - Yup. Yup.
The '90s.
Only things that poll in the '90s
are kittens and Kelly Clarkson.
And we're supposed to shift our whole strategy
'cause Sadie McCarthy wants in? It's not happening.
If you knew the pressure I was under--
The pressure you're under?
Sadie, we're running for president.
We have four days until the caucus.
That gives me 5,760 minutes--
- What? - I went to Yale--
to convince the good people of Iowa
to caucus for Governor Bennett, and I'm just--
I'm wasting two of them talking to you.
Dale.
Hey.
Hi.
Hey, it's me.
I, uh--I gave you a coffee earlier.
Hey, I was wondering, can I borrow your cart
for ten minutes?
Okay, here's the deal.
I screwed up at work, and my bosses gave me
a second chance, and then this is it.
This moment right now, we are--here we are,
and I have to nail this interview
to prove I can do this, not just to my boss,
but to all of the Dale Petersons of the world
who are just waiting for us to screw up
so they can take our jobs.
Actually, you know what? They're not even waiting
for us to screw up.
They are happy to steal our jobs
right out from under us.
They don't even need a reason.
They just get to win,
even though Nate Silver promised us they wouldn't.
Fuck Nate Silver.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Housekeeping!
Hi. I'm not housekeeping.
I was just hoping to talk to-- - What's going on?
Governor Bennett, Sadie McCarthy.
Governor, Governor! I'm so sorry, Governor.
I already told her your schedule is full.
- I just need five minutes. - Sadie McCarthy.
Your byline is appointment reading.
I loved your obituary
of the Central Park duck.
She was a Chinese mallard.
All right, Governor Bennett, I promised
I'd keep it short, so I have two questions.
What are five things you want America to know about you?
That's five questions.
And the second?
How are you going to break our hearts?
Ah.
Well, I could tell you about my next mystery novel.
It's about a wrongly-accused pastry chef.
I'm calling it "Flour in the Attic."
And I'm sure I could rattle off a few fun facts
folks don't know about me,
but I'd rather answer your second question.
Because that's the one that's really scary, isn't it?
How am I going to screw this up?
Let's talk about that. Let's talk about...
As she articulated her hopes,
her dreams, her eyes never leaving mine,
I could feel the familiar shiver down my spine.
I remembered what it felt like to fall in love.
I should have resisted, but I didn't.
- Thanks, Billy. - You're welcome.
Kimberlyn.
I just tried to call you.
Oh, no, you didn't just send me on a wild goose chase
to steal my interview!
Oh, my God, sweetie, no.
I was suddenly feeling better, you were miles away,
and I do not want us to lose this opportunity.
Yeah, don't worry.
We won't.
Hi, I'm Kimberlyn Kendrick with Liberty Direct News.
Is the Governor ready?
Kenny!
I heard ISIS was in the lobby.
Maybe you could get a sit-down.
"We are sentient human beings
"who can't help but pick a side.
To pretend otherwise is to deceive readers."
Why are you reading me back to me?
Just shh.
Don't interrupt.
"I want to pour my soul into every story,
wrestle with the facts and come out with the truth."
both: "I want to tell you
what I really think about the candidates."
"And the state of our fragile democracy.
In doing so, I will reinvent."
both: "I will heal."
"And maybe my readers will heal with me."
You hate it.
- I didn't say that. - It's too gonzo.
You want me to tone it down. I can tone it down.
I'll do another pass. I'll get it--
Did I say I want you to tone it down?
Well, you're not saying anything,
which is really freaking me out!
It's good, Sadie.
It's not objective,
which is the one thing we asked you to do.
But--hell, I don't know.
Maybe objectivity isn't as important
as authenticity here.
I'm sorry.
Would you care to repeat that on the record?
You have a point of view, and you're honest about it.
We've been objective for hundreds of years,
and our readers trust us less than ever before.
Maybe we're doing something wrong.
I've convinced the masthead to run it on the front.
Oh!
Better hurry if we're gonna make the bulldog.
Page one, bitch!
Whoo!
Band or DJ?
Both.
Seafood tower or no seafood tower?
If we're not gonna have a seafood tower,
why bother getting married in the first place?
My mom is worried that the venues you liked
are a little too small.
She wants us to go check out Cipriani
and the botanical gardens when we have time.
Baby?
Are you zoning out on me?
"Great job on the Governor, but the network felt
"viewers would respond more to Nellie.
"She got POTUS detail.
You stay on the Dems."
"Respond more to Nellie."
Well, we know what that means.
It means what it always means,
and you will rise above like you always do.
Oh, I'm so sick of having to rise above!
I was chapter president of my sorority!
I was on the "Harvard Law Review"!
I am the only Black woman to ever headline
the Young Republicans Convention.
And I landed the fucking exclusive!
God damn, what more do these people want from me?
That's right, baby. Let it out!
She was being attacked, Ashley.
Violence against women isn't a partisan issue!
"Black lives matter" doesn't only apply to people
with our same politics!
I mean, screw them. I'll find another sponsor.
Their protein bars tasted like ass anyway.
"Governor Caroline Bennett, the leading candidate
"in the Democratic race for president,
"allegedly engaged in an erotic club,
"recruiting vulnerable women and men
"to join her in illicit sexual activity,
"according to a source with direct knowledge
of the underground club's existence in Chicago."
Fucking Grace.
Hey!
Heads-up would have been nice.
I just wrote a Bennett blowjob!
Oh, I'm sorry, Sadie.
Did I forget to mention that the candidate I work for
is a sexual deviant whose past may have included wild orgies?
My bad. - The story's spreading
like scabies online already.
I look--I look like a goddamn idiot!
Is she dropping out?
Why would she drop out?
These egregious allegations are totally unfounded.
Come on. Really?
Off the record, she refuses to drop out,
even though we're done.
Are you okay?
Uh, yeah.
It's just politics.
Well, you don't look okay.
Hey, Sadie, come on. I don't have time.
And it's not just politics. It never has been.
Not for you. Not for me.
We were always the believers.
Yeah, look where that got us.
Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Sorry.
I'm sorry that I ghosted you.
Even if I wasn't fully aware that we were serious.
We talked about moving in together in D.C.
So much alcohol.
I'm--I'm not--
I'm not great
at relationships.
It wasn't you.
Uh, well, um, on deep background...
I hadn't heard about anything worse than a parking ticket
till Grace reached out for comment.
Why didn't this come out in self-oppo?
She refused to do self-oppo.
I guess it's hard to see our own flaws.
Yeah. I know, I know, I know.
Dale is writing the leadoff for the front.
We still have time to make late editions.
And my story?
We run it web-only, linking to Dale's piece.
Stay on the bus until she drops out.
Gah!
God damn it.
How come your luggage doesn't squeak?
Seven cycles, bitch.
You'll get there.
I'm sorry about the story.
I know Bennett was an important get for you.
Well, you dropped the hints.
I should have picked up on them.
So Chicago.
That was a really nice thing you did for Annie.
Mm.
But I noticed that your story
had a Chicago dateline.
Did you take Annie to college to chase a source?
It was a really big scoop.
- I'm allowed to multitask.
Mother of the year.
Sorry. - Oh, don't be. You're lucky.
Nobody expects you to be
Martha Stewart and Bob Woodward.
There was a time when career women
couldn't be childless messes.
Oh, my God!
Y'all do understand that gender is a social construct, right?
Tell that to my pelvic floor.
Kimmy! Oh!
Ruiner of my career. Come. Come, come, come.
Join our elite media drinking game.
Take a shot every time somebody says "source" or "scoop."
- You do realize
that if Liberty had broken that story,
it would have been dismissed as a partisan hit job.
But the liberal media gets it,
and it's, "All hail the scoop queen!"
Hey, that's one!
We're not liberal.
We're objective. - Yeah.
Keep telling yourself that.
Well, Bennett's done.
So can we objectively agree
that we're all riding a zombie bus to nowhere?
Yo, print.
Old-school.
- Lola Rahaii. - Hi.
I saw your TikTok.
The way you broke down the Green New Deal,
that was super dope.
We should do a one-on-one at some point.
Yeah. Yeah.
Congresswoman, your car is here.
I'll find you.
Hey, sweetie.
I know yesterday was super intense for the both of us,
but I hope we can still be friends.
Let me make myself very clear.
I'm gonna do what our bosses ask me to do.
I'll cover the Democrats,
and I will exceed their expectations
until I don't just have your job,
I have any job I want,
and you're back waiting tables at a Hooters in Plano.
So by all means, underestimate me.
That'll be fun.
Get out.
Back off, boys.
These seats are reserved for the major dailies.
Keep moving.
"Wall Street Journal."
Don't mind if I do.
Well, I'll just do it on here.
Thanks so much.
Did you get that, Tim? We gotta do it on the app.
Oh! - Oh, I'm sorry!
Sorry. I'm so, so sorry. - No, that's--
Sadie McCarthy. - Yes.
I just read your article online.
It was good.
Too bad it had the shelf life of sashimi.
Thank you?
Hey, I dug your speech yesterday.
- Oh. - Too bad you have
no chance in hell of winning this thing.
Ouch.
How about this?
If I make it to Nevada, you do a piece on me.
I'm gonna miss my bus. - Okay.
Yeah.
That was weird.
Sorry.
I'm sorry. Hey.
Thanks for holding the bus for me.
You really think I'd do that?
Have you met me?
There's gridlock on the I-80.
Oh, great.
To be a journalist is to have a calling.
It's not a life you choose.
It chooses you.
For as long as I can remember,
all I wanted was to brave the storms of life
and write words that mattered.
And just like the boys on the bus who came before me,
I was determined to seek more than just the facts.
I wanted the truth.
And I wasn't alone.
We may have started as competitors,
but we would end as a family.
This is a story about the kind of friendship
you never knew you needed but can't live without.
We didn't realize it at the time,
but our journey was about to take one hell of a turn.
One that would bring all of us together
and force us to risk everything
to save our fragile democracy
or go down with it.
♪ I don't wanna lose myself again ♪
Greg, move your head.
Bye!