Senator Walker!
- Sometimes, a story takes on a life of its own,
getting entirely out of your control.
Senator Walker, what is the nature
of your relationship with Blaine Novak?
I understand you want to make a point,
but all I can do is reiterate what I've already said.
How long have you known about his abusive behavior?
- Alleged behavior. - Oh, Benji, please.
Do you blame Novak for being bulldozed on Super Tuesday?
We knew it was gonna be a tight race going in.
It was more than tight.
Your campaign was basically crushed.
And we fought for every vote.
I am proud of my campaign.
Bullshit.
Are you gonna return his money the same way
you returned Dick Braun's in your last election?
Dick Braun was a convicted criminal
who defrauded investors and preyed on Americans--
And Blaine Novak has taken advantage--
And I immediately broke ties with him.
Which was a really good move. What are you gonna do--
The allegations against Blaine Novak
are still being investigated.
Senator Walker, this is an opportunity
for you to give us your side.
Do you condone puppy play?
Jesus, Margaret, puppy play--
Thanks for coming out.
But we have a town hall tomorrow.
And my focus right now is on answering the questions
of the American people.
As the press pack joined the feeding frenzy,
they were missing the story behind the story.
Who paid Declan Morales to dig up the dirt on Walker
to begin with and why?
That's what I was chasing.
But first, I had my own problem to deal with.
I appreciate that, Dr. Collins.
I didn't mean to put you in a difficult situation.
Like I said, I waited as long as I could.
Yes, yes, I will definitely be there.
I'll--I'll call you as soon as I get them.
Okay, thank you.
Hey, what the hell are you doing over here?
Your girl just got destroyed.
Destroyed.
She's not my girl.
And I've got my own problems right now.
What's wrong?
What?
Uh...
so I'm pregnant.
- What the fuck? - Holy shit.
Yep, that was my reaction too.
Wait, wait, what?
You have been getting laid this entire time
and you're still this tense?
One time. I got laid one time.
Well, three times, one night.
But I am handling it, or at least I was trying to.
But then my pills didn't make it to me in time,
and now my doctor can't ship them to me here because--
Abortion is illegal in Missouri.
Correct.
That is such bullshit.
Agree. Hate the world. Not the time.
Okay, well, what happens now?
Well, I just got off the phone with my doctor
who is going to ship the pills to a PO box in Illinois,
which is only a four-hour drive away.
Good, good, that gets you back for tomorrow's town hall.
Well, it would be good,
but my driver's license expired, like, forever ago,
so that would make driving to Illinois difficult.
Jesus Christ, Sadie, how can you let
your driver's license expire?
I--I take the subway.
No New Yorker has a valid driver's license.
I do.
Except for Kimberlyn!
Okay, I'm supposed to be
doing some interviews this morning,
but let me see if it's too late to back out.
I mean, I have a license,
but I can't legally rent a car yet.
Hello?
My point was, I have a license.
I can drive you.
Are you... okay with that?
Yeah.
I might not agree with the choice,
but that doesn't mean I can't be there for my friend.
- Thanks, Kimberlyn. - Yeah.
This goddamn patriarchal motherfuck of a country!
The fact that this is even happening...
- Again! - Is so insane!
Are you joking? It is your body!
We cannot keep doing this! - It's true.
What is it, 1527?
♪ Go on, take everything ♪
♪ Take everything, take everything ♪
♪ Take everything ♪
The Democrats are a disaster.
Look, you've got a rich guy famous for playing a fish.
And you got a socialist
who's younger than some of my socks.
That's not fair.
Chris, we're still the party that cares
about working people. - Okay.
One thing that I find interesting is actually--
All due respect, Senator, Chris is right.
In my 40-plus years covering politics,
I've never seen the party in such disarray.
But I also place some of the blame
on my fellow journalists.
By fellow journalists, he means me.
Unfortunately, yes.
Before Gary Hart, no major news outlet
would have published tawdry front-page stories
about a man wearing dog collars and using pee pads.
You'd rather ignore the fact
that a presidential candidate took money and advice
from a billionaire... - Grace--
Who abused his power over young women?
Grace, you know the evidence tying Novak to Walker
is tenuous at best.
It's tabloid trash.
You're chasing clicks instead of reporting
on issues that matter.
It's called investigative journalism.
And it is our job, our responsibility
to question whether or not these candidates can hold
the highest position of power.
And part of that is scrutinizing
their inner circle.
You chose to turn a blind eye
when Gary Hart had Donna Rice on his lap,
not because of professional integrity,
but because behind closed doors,
you were pulling the exact same shit.
Wow. Wow.
Thanksgiving must be super fun with your family, huh?
Anyway, more on this Walker-Novak disaster
after the break.
Yeah, I know you would have driven me,
but Kimberlyn offered, and you can't leave Walker
to go on an abortion road trip, especially not right now.
I'm--hey, I'm gonna be fine.
I promise.
Okay. Bye.
- Everything okay? - Yeah.
So I broke it down, and if we start
with the original Broadway cast recording of "Les Mis,"
that'll give us an hour and 45 minutes.
And after that, we can slide right into Sondheim
or, you know, switch gears and podcast it up.
Oh, oh, I downloaded a range of audiobooks.
Is Maggie Gyllenhaal reading "The Bell Jar" too dark?
Or we could just use the time to meditate.
It's one of the things I love about driving.
You can just get in, let your mind wander,
and see where it takes you.
Okay. Yeah, sure.
I--I like to meditate.
But so, like, you mean the whole time?
Well, it seems like your message is starting
to resonate with voters.
Well, the message hasn't changed, Margaret,
but I was--
I was shaking hands at a rally last week
and someone handed me their baby,
and the next thing you know, I'm a meme.
You guys--you guys see that? - Hilarious.
You did. How cute was that kid?
Oh, my goodness, adorable. - Very cute.
You should have seen the cheeks on this kid.
Very trusting.
Oh, thank you. I should hope so.
Okay, I got you two scoops,
and if you want more hot fudge, just say the word.
Also, there are sprinkles to spare.
So you're so hyper right now.
I know.
I still feel guilty.
Lola, don't feel bad. I told you, I'm not mad.
I attacked your boss in public,
and now half of my fan base is bailing on her.
They're probably not even gonna vote.
I wouldn't blame you for hating me.
Lola, I believe in the separation
of church and state.
My job is my job and my life is my life.
Besides, part of why I fell for you is your passion.
As soon as this election is over,
I think we should take a trip somewhere.
I'm dying to go to Tulum.
You think we're still gonna be hanging out
after the election?
Don't you?
I mean, I just didn't want to assume anything,
but I kind of hoped that we would.
Okay, well, then we definitely should.
- Yeah, we should. - Yeah.
Also, how are we not posting this right now?
It's fucking adorable.
Where's your phone?
- Okay. - Okay?
Wait, give me this.
Well done, kiddo.
Spicy stuff. - What do you want, Dad?
I'm late for a string of NPR hits.
Well, a "thank you" would be nice.
I just gave your little story a lot more traction.
You guys were fantastic out there.
- Thanks. - Fiona Perry,
features director at "Vanity Fair."
I'm here promoting our issue on issues.
Ah, it's very nice to meet you.
I'm running a little bit late, so--
Oh, I'll be quick.
Peggy Romero is shooting a spread
on media dynasties for the New Establishment tomorrow.
I know it's last-minute, but we'd love
to include the two of you.
That sounds terrific, Fiona.
We'd be happy to. - Oh, hold on.
I'm supposed to be covering the town hall tomorrow.
I'll have to check with my editor first.
Give me a call. I'll give you all the details.
We'd love to make this work.
Thanks.
Check with your editor?
Really?
Come on, Gracie. It'll be fun.
Oh, nothing with you is ever fun.
What are you talking about?
That panel we just did was a blast.
Are you insane?
What--a blast?
You interrupted me
and then attacked me for no reason.
That's our shtick.
What are you getting so upset about?
It's all just theater, Gracie, like Carville and Matalin.
But you know that.
I thought we were both in on the joke.
Fuck me.
Well, Senator Walker's campaign has said
that this story is a hit job
fed to the media by one of her enemies.
What is your reaction to that? - It's her usual spin.
And it doesn't change the fact that she's casting blame
and dodging our questions.
- Fuck! - Which is a shame
because this is a real opportunity
to put this story behind her
and start engaging voters.
Oh? How so?
There are still a lot of open questions
about her connection to Blaine Novak.
What did Walker know about these sexual abuse allegations
and when?
Oh, my God.
Shouldn't you be doing some of these interviews?
No, I hate interviews.
I always say something stupid
and then obsess about it for weeks.
It's not worth it.
Then what are you so mad about?
I'm mad because Grace is right.
Walker is screwing this up.
So you're mad at Walker?
Oh my God, Sadie, the way you let that horrible woman
get under your skin.
She's not under my skin.
And she's not horrible. - Oh, please.
You think that she really didn't know about Novak?
Come on. - We don't know for sure.
And I, for one, am certainly not ready
to jump to any conclusions.
So fine, at best,
she is a horrible judge of character,
and, at worst, she's corrupt.
If you need to take that, I can put my AirPods back in.
It's fine.
It's--it's the guy.
Oh.
It's fine. I'll call him back later.
So does that mean, like, you two are still a thing?
No. No. No, we never really were.
I mean, it's-- it's complicated.
Clearly.
Getting pregnant was like, "Shit."
I obviously am not ready to have a baby.
But I--
I might want one,
eventually.
And if I were gonna have a kid, I...
wouldn't mind having one with him.
So you like him.
♪ It isn't right ♪
I do like him.
♪ It isn't light ♪
♪ We just wake it up and watch it fly ♪
Yeah, I like him a lot.
♪ Last night, I slow-danced with younger men ♪
Hey, sister. What's up?
Hey, I'm just making sure you're okay.
I know you changed your mind about your favorite socialist,
but these tweets this morning were really vicious.
What are you talking about?
I haven't tweeted anything today.
Um, "Althea Abdi stopped persisting
"and sold the fuck out.
#DefundTheBitch."
What the fuck?
"Althea Abdi talks progressive values,
but is lying through her capped teeth."
Locked out? Come on.
And now you've got all her little fanboys
threatening to come after you,
so I just want to make sure you're safe.
Hey, let me call you back, okay?
Lola Rahaii.
I knew you'd come crawling back eventually.
Look, Ashleigh, I know things didn't end
that great between us, but I really need your help.
I'm gonna tell you what I told my mother last Christmas.
You are toxic. Lose my number.
Somebody hacked my Twitter account.
Can you please just call your contact over there
and get me back in, please?
What do you mean hacked?
Somebody took over my account and posted
a bunch of nasty shit pretending to be me,
and now all of the Freshman's fanboys
are coming after me really hard.
Look, I just got a puppy, so that's my priority, obvi.
But I'll do what I can. And you're gonna owe me. Big.
Yeah, fine. Whatever.
Oh, my God, this traffic!
This thing just added another five minutes.
- We'll make it. - But the place closes at 5:00.
I'm aware, and we will make it.
- Oh, shit. - Oh, what now?
Walker, she's bailing on the town hall.
She's fundraising, which is code for going into hiding.
God damn it.
This still doesn't prove anything, okay?
She might just need the money.
You know what, Sadie, believe it or not,
I don't care about Walker.
But I do need to make a phone call.
Can I trust you not to listen to this conversation?
Yeah, yeah, of course.
Hi, this is Kimberlyn Kendrick for Patti.
Oh, okay. Would you please let her know
that my schedule has suddenly opened up
and I have a window tomorrow?
So if they still want to meet, I'm available.
Thanks.
Who's they?
I'm sorry. Sorry.
Never mind. Never mind.
Are you leaving Liberty Direct News?
Sadie, this is not a real thing.
I'm mostly happy where I am,
although "happy" is a dumb word.
Are you happy at "The Sentinel"?
100%. It's literally my dream job.
Oh.
Well, then you are very lucky.
You know what? I think this is it.
Oh, my God. Oh, yes.
- Hey--oh, wait. What?
No, come on!
Hello?
It's not actually 5:00 yet.
It's 4:59, asshole!
Are you serious?
Sir!
Hello!
Open the door, dickwad!
- Sadie. Sadie. - What the fuck?
- Take a breath. - No, I'm out of breaths.
I need those pills.
I know. I know you do.
- What am I supposed to do? - We're gonna figure it out.
I don't know how to figure this out.
We're gonna figure it out. Come on.
God, what a little buttface.
I know.
About damn time.
Does this mean we're back on speaking terms,
or are you calling to yell at me?
Because I have had a day.
I'm a bit worried, Grace.
- Why? What happened now? - Nothing.
That's the problem. Annie's gone radio silent.
I haven't heard from her since you canceled her credit card.
I mean, this is the longest we've gone
without some kind of communication.
Well, that makes sense. She's mad.
Well, then how is she paying for everything?
The same way most kids pay for things.
She's probably selling pictures of her feet on the internet.
Or they're selling drugs again.
Charlie, you didn't raise our daughter
to be a drug dealer.
She's smarter than that.
I hope so.
Hey, I, um--
I caught the end of you and Harold on "Chris Hale."
That looked like fun.
You sound like my dad.
For the record, I wasn't having any fun.
I know.
But, apparently, that's all on me.
According to my father, I've been
overreacting my whole life.
"Vanity Fair" thought we made such a great team,
they want us to do a photo shoot tomorrow.
Dad is obsessed with the idea, of course.
- You're gonna do it? - You think I shouldn't?
No, no, no, I mean, I just--
I love that you're just entertaining the idea.
I mean, if you and your dad can resolve your issues,
then it gives me hope that maybe everything with Annie
might be okay.
Well, how so?
She hates me way less than you hate him.
Yeah.
Man, these hotel rooms really do all look the same.
They really do.
You--you don't have to stay with me.
You know, you got me all the way here.
I can just Lyft tomorrow. - Don't be crazy.
You know how much that'll cost you?
Well, I'm already out 800 bucks for the pills,
so might as well just go broke.
- $800? - Yeah.
Yeah, they make it pretty impossible.
You know, I am way too tired to drive back anyway.
I'd much rather sleep.
I just wish I had a change of clothes.
Well, you relax and--
and I'll go get us some things.
Oh, you don't have to do that.
Kimberlyn, please let me do something nice for you.
You are literally saving my life.
I wish you wouldn't put it that way.
I wish it didn't feel that way.
I'll be back.
Okay, so I posted on TikTok and Instagram.
And you're reposting me, right? - Yes, yes.
Okay, good, because the more we can
get the word out that somebody is targeting me, the better.
Babe, babe, I got you, but you can't
go overboard with this stuff.
It's gonna look like you're lying.
Oh, my God, I fucking hate social media.
You can't win with these trolls.
When I find out which one of those dick shit fanboys
did this to me, I swear-- - Okay, take a beat.
You don't know that the fanboys are behind this.
- Who else would it be? - Don't get unhinged.
Fuck Twitter. Let's just...
try and fix the situation another way.
How?
I'll talk to the Freshman.
I'll see if I can get her to do an interview with you.
If she believes you, everyone will believe you.
Yeah, but she won't go for it.
She hates me.
But she trusts me, okay?
If I vouch for you, she'll do it.
You're, like, incredible.
You know that, right? - Yeah.
Back at you.
Thank you.
I also got UNO!, nail polish,
Ding Dongs, and White Claw.
So cute, but I do think I'm gonna have to call it a night.
No, no. No hitting the hay.
No more meditating.
We are hanging out.
Oh, look.
"Do You Know Me?" Girl, no.
Come on, it's fun. It's really fun.
And the questions don't even get that personal.
Let me show you.
"Has blank ever thrown up in public?"
Well, we all know that you have.
I don't know what you're talking about.
And I'm not playing your dumbass game.
Okay, fine, forget the game.
Ask me--ask me anything. Anything you want to know.
Anything? Really?
Go for it.
Okay, um... mm.
What made you want to become a journalist?
Softball, huh?
Well, that's easy: my dad.
We used to read the newspaper together.
And he would make me do
the who, what, when, where, and why.
Turned me into a real news junkie.
That's sweet.
He must be really proud
of how successful you've become.
Uh, I wouldn't know.
We don't talk.
It sucks, but at least I can blame him
for all my problems with men.
Okay, my turn.
What is Kimberlyn Kendrick's dream job?
Because we all know it's not working
for Liberty Direct News.
I don't have one.
That's the problem. It just--
it feels like there's no place out there
that's just the right fit for me.
- Okay, so make one. - Yeah?
I should just go Oprah that shit right up?
- Sure, why not?
Okay, I don't know.
Kimberlyn!
You could have your own media company
like Ben Smith or Megyn Kelly
or those--those dudes at Puck.
Honestly, all I've ever really wanted to be
is Gayle King.
- Oh, hell yes. - Right?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
So make it happen.
Okay, so it's not like
I haven't thought about this at all.
It's just, it would really take real money.
- You have money. - No, Eric has money.
And it's not like I can ask my father for a handout.
My dad built his fortune from the ground up.
And he would expect me to do the same.
It just wouldn't feel right any other way.
I don't know.
Maybe one day.
So have you ever paid for a psychic reading?
Yes or no?
Whoa!
♪ I'm feeling right tonight ♪
Grace, meet the legend Peggy Romero.
Oh, I think we actually met before in the bathroom line
at the Bloomberg-VF party
at the White House Correspondents' Dinner.
Yes, you're right.
Harry Styles jumped the queue.
Indeed.
Fiona. Do I get to keep this?
Harold, you look fabulous.
Me? What about her?
She looks like a movie star, don't you think?
Shall we?
Thank you.
All right, so we want this to be playful, fun.
Just enjoy each other.
Let's have you about right here.
All right.
Harold, let's have you around here.
Use the space.
Feel free to move around.
Have some fun.
Music!
♪ Let's go, I'm a big mood ♪
♪ You can't name a lot of things that I didn't do ♪
♪ I'm stackin' paper like a book, not a Kindle ♪
♪ You outdated, I'm the one they gettin' into ♪
♪ And I don't break a sweat, let's get it ♪
♪ Let's get it, let's get it ♪
Is this music supposed to be helping?
Guys, let's kill the music.
Why don't we just do something like this?
- Oh! Dad. - What?
Sorry, sorry. I--did I squeeze too hard?
No, no, no, I just-- I wasn't expecting that.
Oh.
But just maybe hold my hands?
Perfect. This is perfect.
Good.
Wonderful.
This is really working. Lovely.
Really nice, you guys.
Let's go. We gotta hit the road.
Come on. - Okay, calm down.
The place doesn't even open for another couple hours.
Hey, did you see that Hot White Guy is up in the polls?
It looks like it's getting close.
I don't trust polls anymore.
And I need you out of your pajamas.
We've got a pit stop to make in Chicago
before we pick up my pills.
What's in Chicago?
You're having coffee with Gayle King.
Sadie, what did you do?
I did a profile on her a couple years back.
I remembered she had a place at the Water Tower Palace.
So I texted her, just on the off chance
that she was in the neighborhood.
You did not. Sadie!
You have a dream.
Gayle King can help you make it happen,
or at least help you figure out how to do it.
- Sadie! - Trust me,
meeting your heroes can change your life.
I know this from experience.
Oh, my God.
- You gotta get dressed. Hurry. - Okay, yes.
We gotta go.
Yes, yes, yes. Um, okay.
I hear congratulations are in order.
Eh, I don't trust polls.
So will I be seeing you at the town hall later today,
Ms. McCarthy?
You know the drill, Mr. Mayor.
If Walker isn't there, I'm not there.
But there will be plenty of other reporters there
to record your every word.
Yeah, but, somehow, my words always sound better
when you write about them.
Ha-ha.
Good luck. - Good luck?
So you are rooting for me.
Shit.
Very nice.
Lovely. - That's nice.
Oh, wait, wait, you look just like Annie in that one.
It's remarkable.
Oh, you think so?
- Is Annie your daughter? - Yeah.
Great kid--smart, funny, beautiful like her mother.
We should have asked her to join us today.
Does she work in the industry?
No, no, she's still in school.
I mean, not currently.
She's taking a gap year.
Well, I wouldn't exactly call it a gap year, but okay.
You're too hard on her.
Well, you don't know anything about our relationship, so--
Sure, I do. We talk all the time.
She called me this morning, as a matter of fact.
You talked to Annie this morning?
Yeah, she's very upset about your cutting her off.
I sent her some money.
Are you fucking kidding me?
My granddaughter is out there in the middle of nowhere
with zero support.
I frankly question
how you and Charles are raising this child.
Don't give me parenting advice.
I just made the hardest decision
I have ever had to make to try to teach my daughter
an important life lesson,
and you just swoop in and undermine it
without even talking to me first?
Nothing to talk about. You were wrong.
Have you lost your mind?
You have no right to interfere with my family.
You failed as a father.
Oh, here we go again.
I'm the worst dad in the world,
but somehow you turned out just fine.
In spite of you, not because of you.
This was a mistake.
I never should have come here today.
I was kidding myself... - Grace.
Thinking that you wanted us to do this
so that we could share something nice together.
But no, all you ever cared about is this.
The attention. - Gracie--
People doting on you,
telling you how amazing you are.
The theater. That's what you love.
Not me. Never me.
- That is not true. - You know what? I don't care.
I don't care about any of it anymore.
Just--just stay the hell away from my family.
Grace.
Grace, please.
- Uh... - And what is your position...
I'm not sure I do either.
Hold that thought. I'll be right back.
Lola Rahaii, my favorite reporter.
Yeah, right.
Pretty sure I just saw you offering a hand job
to those "Wall Street Journal" assholes.
Well, I will talk to anyone
who will put me in their paper, so...
Yeah, I don't have a paper, so...
Even better. No one reads them anymore.
What do you say, quick one-on-one
after the town hall wraps up?
Thanks, but I'm here for the Freshman.
Really?
I'm surprised you guys are on speaking terms
after California.
- You saw that, huh? - Everyone saw that.
And, hey, look, you were right
to call her out on the flip-flopping.
That's one of the things I despise
about career politicians.
She's not-- we're making peace.
That's what the interview is for.
Interesting. Whose idea was that?
What the fuck, dude?
It's my idea.
Why does it matter so much?
Well, it just seems that an interview
benefits her more than it benefits you.
Now if you'll excuse me,
I'm gonna go offer BuzzFeed a BJ.
Oh, my God. She's right there.
Yeah.
You know what, I can't do it. No. I can't.
Of course you can. What are you talking about?
I'm gonna be right next to you the whole time.
You're gonna be amazing. It's gonna be great.
Okay.
Oh, actually, never mind.
Start without me. - What? No.
You're gonna be great.
Go--hurry. Don't keep Gayle waiting.
Hey, what's up? - So a friend of mine,
who might or might not be in the CIA, finally emerged.
Declan Morales?
Holy shit.
Don't get too excited.
He might go right back into hiding
when he hears what I want.
Oh, my God, oh, my God, he's gonna tell you
who paid him to dig up the dirt on Walker!
Oh, my God! Who do you think it is?
- I have a few theories. - Me too.
But whoever it is, we're gonna run with it, right?
Only if it's newsworthy.
Of course it's newsworthy.
Someone paid to take her down.
Yeah, it's called politics, okay?
Rove, Atwater, Ailes, David Brock, everybody does it.
But voters deserve to know.
Was this a right-wing hit job?
A foreign adversary with an axe to grind?
If she deserved it, fine. But if she didn't--
The truth will reveal itself eventually.
Just ask the DNC.
Eventually may be too late.
This puppy play shit is dominating the news cycle
and completely engulfing her campaign.
We need to figure out
who wanted this story out there and why.
Look, your reporting is solid
regardless of who leaked it or why.
Just remember that.
I just refuse to let this woman blame me again
if she loses this election.
Well, do not blame yourself.
Ever. You hear me?
When are you back in New York?
Uh, next week.
We'll have lunch?
I'd like that. But also--
And I'll text you when I get Declan.
Okay.
Shit. Oh, no.
You know this is a Sharpie, right?
We're gonna protect Social Security.
People deserve to grow old with dignity.
Although you guys, you look like you never age.
What's happening here? - I love that.
But, you know, you can just be a boss.
You don't have to qualify it with gender, right?
- Hey. - Hey.
Okay, so here are the talking points
for the interview.
Ready to go?
Talking points? I--
Lola, please. We have a full slate today.
You can skip the apology if it feels too weird.
Yeah, all of these feel weird.
These aren't even questions. These are, like, compliments.
They're talking points.
Lola, look, this is shit you both agree on.
Why are you being such a cunt about it?
Look, I know that you're stressed
and that you put yourself out there to get me this, but--
Can you please just read what's on this paper
and say some nice things about her
so I don't lose my fucking job?
No. Sorry, but I can't do that.
Oh, my God, she was so funny.
She's telling me all these jokes.
And then she said that she would call
this guy Johnny Beamer for me. He's a media consultant.
Apparently, he knows how to make
all sorts of things happen.
That's awesome. You should call him.
You think that I should call him first?
Or should I wait for her to call him?
You know what? She might forget.
I could reach out myself.
Right. Right. Make a right.
Oh, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry.
♪ I am just an angel ♪
♪ Living in a nightmare ♪
♪ Life is just a game ♪
♪ Laugh away the pain ♪
♪ Ha-ha! ♪
Hello?
Shit.
Hi.
Hi, there should be a package here for me.
It was supposed to come here yesterday.
It's for Sadie McCarthy.
ID, please.
Yes.
There you go.
This is expired.
Excuse me?
Your driver's license.
It's expired.
♪ I walked into the kitchen ♪
♪ And I said, "Hey, baby, what's cooking?" ♪
Give me my fucking pills!
Um, I know.
Yeah, I live in New York.
It's very common-- - All good.
Just making sure you knew.
Cool.
Thank you so much.
Thank you.
I don't have time to talk.
I'm catching a flight.
Magazine called, said you backed out.
Actually, it was a fact-checker that called.
Fiona didn't have time, apparently.
You know what he said to me?
Dad, I can't--
He said he's a big fan... of yours.
I get that all the time.
"Oh, you're Grace Gordon Greene's father.
I love her."
I'm sorry that bothers you so much.
Me too, because it really does.
Well, I'll say it again: you are a shitty dad.
I know that.
I've always known that.
I made a choice to put all my energy into this job.
And it seems I don't even have that anymore.
People used to know me.
Now I'm just somebody's dad, and I hate it.
I'm jealous of you.
- You are not. - Not of your career, no.
No, I'm--I'm proud of you for that.
I'm jealous because you got to have it all.
You have a good man in Charles.
Annie loves you.
- I'm not so sure about that. - Oh, don't be a fool, Gracie.
The girl worships the ground you walk on.
Why do you think she's working so hard
to separate herself from you?
She's trying to figure out who she is
outside your giant shadow.
Well, I know how that feels.
I--I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have given her that money without your permission.
That was wrong.
I won't interfere with your family again.
Well, just--just...
Talk to me next time first, okay?
Annie needs all of us.
Okay.
- Yo. - I am such a good person.
Almost Christlike.
Even though you no longer make me money,
I talked to my Twitter guy about your account.
Hey, Mariah Hairy,
if you take another shit in that coat,
I'm not buying you any more clothes, okay?
Come on.
Let's go. - Hello?
He says you haven't been hacked.
Just your password has been changed.
But he can let you back in.
What do you mean my password's been changed?
How does that happen? - It doesn't.
Have you left your phone alone with anyone,
anyone who might know your password?
Girl, someone is fucking with you.
♪ Pull this car over, babe ♪
♪ Don't pretend like you don't know ♪
♪ A lot of girls have time for this shit ♪
If you're here to apologize, I'll take it
in the form of a Pabst.
I'm not staying.
It's hard to imagine buying a drink for somebody
who's been using me this entire time.
You played me.
You changed my Twitter password and posted all that shit
to freak me out just so that I would
interview your bitch-ass candidate
and get my base back in her camp.
To be fair, you did kind of lose your mind.
You started hating on her,
which could seriously cost her this election.
♪ I don't need to apologize ♪
♪ Us big girls gotta cry ♪
You know, you're gonna lose, Josie.
And when you do, you will have nothing.
And then one day, you're gonna get drunk
because you're feeling all sad and pathetic
because your life is basically meaningless.
And you're gonna text me
because you miss me.
And you want to know what I'm gonna do?
Fuck the fuck off.
Fuck off!
♪ Cry ♪
I swear to God, Charlie.
It's like all the thousands of dollars I spent on therapy
just miraculously paid off.
I mean, all of a sudden, everything was so clear.
And how long do you imagine
you can hang on to this clarity?
I'm sure it'll be gone by tomorrow.
But, man, does it feel good right now.
Shit.
What now?
I lost Annie.
What do you mean you lost her?
We share our locations.
We've been doing it since high school.
But somehow, she just shut it off.
Okay, well, just try and call her.
All right, hold on.
This is Annie. Leave a--
It went straight to voice mail.
Shit.
Okay, let's not panic.
I haven't been panicking this entire time
because I know exactly where in the world
our daughter is at every moment,
and now I don't. She's gone.
With some asshole drug dealer in a van.
This is all my fault.
I just--I never should have cut her off.
It's not your fault. It's--
if this was a mistake, then we made it together.
Shit.
Loafers.
Sometimes the only thing more terrifying
than the state of American politics
is the state of our own lives.
As political reporters, we spend so much time
writing about other people, we rarely have time
to think about ourselves.
Maybe that's why we do it.
It's one hell of a distraction.
Until it's not.
- Hi. - We come bearing Twizzlers.
- And a heating pad. - I brought wine.
- Hm. - It's for me.
Guys, that's so sweet.
We thought you might want company.
- Or not. - Just giving you the option.
I appreciate it, but I think I'm actually--
We could watch "Thelma and Louise."
I just downloaded it on my phone.
Y'all's road trip inspired me.
Oh, my God, I do love that movie.
- Everyone loves that movie. - Yes!
Oh, I live for the happy ending.
Two women falling in love,
riding off into the sunset together.
Oh, it's so good.
What?
Sweetie, what is not what happens.
They die.
What?
No fucking way. - Mm-hmm.
Okay, well, now I feel like we have to watch it.
I am not watching
a Ridley Scott movie on your phone.
Yeah, no problem. I'll throw it on the TV.
You know how to use the Airplay?
You guys are so fucking old. I cannot.
Sadie, if you want us out of here, just say the word.
Maybe just until Brad Pitt gets naked,
'cause I'm gonna need some alone time for that.
Oh, my God, you guys know me so well.
- Here, get in here. - Yeah, come here.
Yes, thank you. - Ugh, sorry, sorry.
- This is for you.
- Oh, thank you. - Yay!
Oh, my gosh, it's so warm already.
Ugh, this movie so holds up.
Yeah, it really does.
You guys are sure they die?
Hey, have a good night. Appreciate it.
Hey, thanks so much for coming out.
Oh, you guys were great. I appreciate you. Thank you.
- Sir, you have a call. - Oh.
Five bucks says it's my mom, huh?
Guys, don't forget to vote, all right?
Thank you, Vince. Can you give me a second here?
Yeah.
Hey. What's up?
No, it went fine.
They love me wherever the fuck we are right now.
Oh, I forgot to mention, the influencer,
I got her to mention me.
No, McCarthy wasn't there tonight.
I'm not worried about "The Sentinel," though.
I got 'em eating out of the palm of my hand.
Yeah, what do we got lined up for tomorrow?
Greg, move your head.
Bye.