Previously, on "The Republic of Sarah"...
The town of Greylock has voted to declare independence.
Who's in charge if the mayor quits?
Ms. Cooper. She saved us. She should be the leader.
I think Alexis might be my person.
You'll never be hers.
Not as long as she's married to William.
Weston's doing a story on Greylock.
Chairman Cooper?!
Sarah, you negotiated a power deal,
entered into diplomatic relations with New Hampshire,
and started a new currency, all with no oversight.
Yesterday you repealed a law to save your friend.
I see a dictator.
"My Guess Is as Good as Yours" by Earthy Babes playing...
This is awful.
Weston's article about me being a dictator
has been picked up by a bunch of outlets; it's everywhere.
Okay, I don't think it's everywhere.
Yeah. My name is trending number four in the U.S. right now.
Well, in the clickbait Olympics, you don't even make the podium.
And the worst part is, now my inbox
is full of interview requests from other places.
I woke up to 27 voice mails.
What you should do is hold a press conference.
No, no, I've had enough press in my life for one month.
I don't know why you keep looking at that stuff.
It doesn't matter what a bunch of online trolls are saying.
The people of Greylock, they love you.
Her Excellency! Supreme Leader.
Guiding Sunbeam.
Guiding Sun Ray, Max.
Kim Jong-il was called the Guiding Sun Ray.
But he has a point.
Max? No, Weston.
Nothing he said in his article was wrong.
I haven't had any oversight
since I became Greylock's leader.
I always meant for there to be checks and balances.
This was always, like, was always gonna be
a democracy, I just haven't had time
to democratize.
♪ My guess... ♪
But clearly that time has come.
♪ As good as yours. ♪
Hey.
Hey!
Rumpelstiltskin, hi.
- What? - Knock it off.
People are gonna think you're trying to swipe her firstborn.
I can't help it.
Every time I see a baby, I just think about...
Your preggers paramour?
I wasn't gonna say it like that.
Oh, what about virile vixen? Boo eating for two?
I'm gonna dump this coffee on your head.
AJ, you don't even know if Alexis is pregnant.
Come on, the positive test that you found
could totally be Bella's.
Bella's been at prep school for three weeks.
And the test was bought with Alexis's credit card.
- I saw the receipt. - Okay.
So maybe the pregnancy's an accident.
Or maybe she's trying to eat her cake and have it, too.
She keeps this from me, she can enjoy our little soirees
for another month or two
before she trades in her heels for high chairs.
Ooh, maybe you would know
if you, I don't know, uh, asked her.
Well, I'm afraid to.
If I ask her and she says what I think she'll say...
You know how my temper is.
Okay, so talk to Alexis at the station.
Look, if you do it at work, you'll have cover
and you won't lose it. She's been gone.
Probably morning sickness.
Okay, AJ, just talk to her.
We need to talk.
As I'm sure you all know
by now, the media has determined
my leadership of Greylock to be a little... absolute.
And while I wish I could tell Weston Woods
to go suck a tailpipe,
the truth is, he's right.
We have an opportunity to build something great here,
something that represents all of us.
And in order to do that, we need more voices
in the room than just mine.
So, over the course of the next week
we will be holding elections for a new congress.
The rules for these elections are derived from
the Greylock town charter.
There will be two rounds of voting.
The primary is open.
Every adult resident of Greylock is eligible to vote
and to run for office.
The six highest vote getters will enter a runoff
for four seats.
These roles are part-time
and on a volunteer basis.
You can keep your day job.
All I ask is your time
and your mind to help me write
a new constitution for Greylock.
This is a democracy, not a dictatorship,
and together we're going to prove it.
Sarah.
Liz.
Finally decided to let the people of Greylock
have a say, huh?
I'm sorry if you don't like the way I've handled things.
All I can do is try my best.
Six months ago you were a high school teacher.
What qualifies you to run our lives
without any supervision?
Supervision?
I need checks and balances, not a babysitter.
You just can't get enough of us, can you?
After exposing my wicked ways, I figured you'd be off
to fry bigger fish.
Well, my editor wants me to stay to write a follow-up.
My first article about you got a lot of traction.
- Yeah, I noticed. - Yeah, sorry about that.
Yeah, don't be. It was, um... it was fair.
Harsh but fair.
Still hoping I suck a tailpipe?
- Sorry about that. - Don't be.
It was fair. Harsh but... but fair.
You know, you could have folks email you
their candidate paperwork.
Yeah, our town charter requires citizens to register in person.
Your town charter also says it's against the law
for a common animal to have carnal knowledge
of a pet from a noble household.
Yeah. And these elections are the last time it will have
any authority in Greylock.
After the vote, the new legislators and I will
write a constitution that will form the backbone
of this country.
Seems pretty undictatorial to me.
Unless, of course, you're running the election.
No. Keeping my hands off of this one.
Officer Vince is all over it.
Well, I'm no expert on election science,
but, uh, it all seems on the up and up to me.
Good. Not that I'm trying to impress you or anything.
- No, of course not. Okay. - No.
Maya Jiménez.
- That's J-I... - What do you think you're doing?
Becoming a public servant?
You're a child. You can't run for office.
Well, if I count as an adult when you're trying to deport me,
then I sure as hell count as an adult now.
What would somebody your age know about governing?
Well, I know we shouldn't be trying
to deport our own citizens over a prank gone wrong.
You broke the law.
Hey, it was a dumb law made by dumb adults.
If that's "mature" leadership, maybe it's time
we get a little immature.
- Excuse me? - Save it for the campaign, ladies.
Ms. Jiménez is correct.
According to the town charter, she qualifies as an adult
and is old enough to run for office.
Hey, good luck.
Thank you.
See you.
You know, I ran into William earlier today,
and he told me he wasn't entering the election because
he wanted to spend more time with his family.
More like more time with his new baby.
You know, at least now I know.
And I took your advice and called Alexis.
So now this explains why I didn't get a call back.
Easy there, American Psycho.
Your girlfriend did you wrong, not my muffin.
I'm sorry.
I don't even want to talk about it anymore.
Okay.
Great. Let's talk about something else.
Are you gonna still run for the new congress thing?
Oh, yeah. I turned in my paperwork this afternoon.
Oh! And what is your platform?
I'm assuming that it involves asking Childish Gambino
to write the new national anthem.
Uh, right after Kara Walker redesigns the flag.
I mean, Greylock is stuck between a superpower
- and its closest allies. - Mm-hmm.
At some point, we're gonna have to start thinking
about national security.
And diplomacy. I figure we need
someone who knows how to handle both
without being a D-bag.
What about you?
Me? You gonna run?
You're always talking about something
"somebody" should do to make Greylock better.
Why can't that somebody be you?
Well, because I'm not...
I can't... You are.
And you can.
Come on, you should run.
Having you on that council is exactly what this country needs.
Whoa, you know you're burning those,
right? Yeah, just how Doris likes them.
Her cat's been puking like a freshman on prom night.
I'm, uh, just trying to cheer her up.
What about you? I heard
that near-deportation thing was pretty rough.
Sorry I wasn't here to help.
What were you gonna do? It's not like anyone
could stop Chairman Cooper once she got going.
She wasn't really trying to screw you over, right?
Yeah, well, she did anyway.
Which is why I'm running for a spot
on the new congress.
That's allowed?
I'm on the prelim ballot.
Hey, actually, which reminds me, I have a favor to ask.
What, you want me to suppress a few votes,
pass out some election flyers with the wrong date on them?
No. I want you to be my campaign manager.
Okay, you know how to organize
- and you know how to fight. - Yeah,
I know how to fight against the system, Maya, not...
not for it. Okay, but why throw rocks
at an ivory tower when you can burn it down
from the inside, okay?
If I get a seat, I can actually change stuff around here.
I'm gonna need some compensation.
How about my everlasting friendship and gratitude?
How about you cover my shift on Monday?
Bella and I have a video date.
Okay.
Deal.
Go!
Get it, get it, get it.
Come back!
That's a good girl!
You're bouncy today.
You know, I think it's the elections... the more I think about it,
the more I think I might actually kick ass at it.
Oh, there's nothing "might" about it.
It's just that, I don't know, people who grow up
from the part of town where I grew up don't do things like this.
That's why it's always the Putnams and the Fernsbys
- and the Coopers who end up running everything. - Out. Yeah.
- No offense. - No, none taken.
My family is singularly unable to stay away from a political tangle.
You know,
if you make it through this first round,
you're gonna have to debate the other candidates.
I know. I've been doing my research,
channeling my inner Socrates,
and if that doesn't work,
I'm just gonna throw some Real Housewives at them. Ready?
This is you.
- This is me. - Yeah,
that's gonna play really well in Greylock.
How does Adam feel about you running?
He's okay with it. That enthusiastic, huh?
He just wants to protect me.
He really thinks our little local election
is gonna get that dirty?
Um, our leader just got smeared
all over the American media.
And, oh, by the way, I've been doing some digging on Weston,
and it looks like taking down big shots
is kind of his thing.
Yeah, I know, I read all his stuff, too.
I think it's less "taking down big shots"
and more "speaking truth to power,"
which, honestly, I like.
Even if you're the "power"? Yeah, I guess I'm still getting used to that part.
Just... mm, be careful with him.
He's already called me a dictator
to an audience of millions.
- What more could he do? - I don't know.
But I know that handsome men
always find new ways to ambush you.
Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
"Vote for Danny Cooper"?
Sorry. Sorry.
You realize other people stay here, right?
Four months ago, you tried to bulldoze Greylock.
Now you're gonna try and represent it?
My bosses were always gonna put someone
from Lydon into congress, so I raised my hand.
Oh, lucky me.
How are you even eligible to run?
You live in a hotel. You're not a resident.
Mailing addresses, all 350 of us.
Sorry, sis, but 16% of your voting population
cashes checks with Lydon Industries.
A Fortune 500 hip-pocketing government
is not what democracy looks like.
A group of voters uniting in service of a common cause
is exactly what democracy looks like.
You just don't like the voters.
But, hey, if you're really that unhappy about it,
you could always go back to dictatorship. Oh.
What did that article call you again?
Don't... "Chairman Cooper"?
Has a nice ring to it.
Careful what you wish for, Danny.
You'll be first against the wall.
Lactose tolerance...
You gonna help me or what?
I am helping you.
How does you watching Hunter chug a gallon of milk help me?
It's research.
Oh, for a dairy farm you're starting?
No. For your campaign. Look.
I was going through the Greylock directory again today
to try to find out where your votes are gonna come from.
It's not the townies... Liz Fernsby owns them.
Danny Cooper's got the Lydon guys,
and Officer Johnson and Corinne
are gonna split the independence vote.
That doesn't leave many blank ballots, huh?
That's exactly what I was thinking,
but there's one major group of voters
that are unaccounted for.
Us.
Us?
Teenagers.
I mean, Greylock town charter states
that adulthood starts at 15.
That means most people in high school can-can vote.
Yeah, but, listen, everyone in the high school hates me.
No, they just don't know you, okay?
And we're gonna change that, we're gonna give them a reason
to vote for Maya. How do we do that?
I think I have a way,
but you're gonna hate it.
So, Hunter, wh-what do you say?
What, you want me to help you?
Are you high?
Dude, you're right. I hate this idea.
No, look, we don't like you
and you don't like us, but...
you're popular.
We want you to use that popularity
to help Maya's campaign.
Yeah... Why the hell would I do that?
Shorter school days.
I'm listening.
Studies show that shorter days improve learning.
You help me win the election, maybe the last bell
starts ringing an hour earlier. Vote for Maya.
That wouldn't completely suck.
Neither would lowering the drinking age.
60% of countries let kids drink before the age of 21.
You really think you can swing that?
I mean, I can try, but it definitely won't help
if I'm not even in the room.
What do I have to do?
Everybody follows you on social media here at school, right?
All you got to do is send out a few posts, tweets... Couple little texts.
...texts, pictures: "Vaya con Maya." Yeah. Yeah.
Just a few little things for us and I really think...
Vote for Maya. What do you say?
Say cheese, shorty.
All right. It's posted.
See you Halloween costumes later.
Ugh, what a tool.
He's the right tool for the job.
♪ This dismal epistle ♪
♪ Grounds enough for my dismissal ♪
♪ Wherein I say, "Things would be great ♪
♪ If great things could stay that way" ♪
♪ You know I'm just depressed ♪
♪ 'Cause no one's gonna let me starve to death ♪
♪ Or I'm doing well ♪
♪ So much so I must frustrate myself. ♪
The candidates are making some big promises.
So what do you think you can give to Greylock?
What can voters expect if they support you?
That I'll support them right back.
There's this dumb idea
that people have to be told what we need.
Young people,
poor people,
people without any power.
Hey. Greg.
But we know what we need. And what's that?
Somebody who's willing to shut up for a second and listen.
That's what I can give to Greylock.
So none of this has anything to do with the fact
that one of the other candidates tried to have you deported?
Of course it does. I don't want something like that
to happen to anyone else.
Ms. Cooper and Liz Fernsby
could go after me
because they thought I didn't matter.
But I do. And so do the rest
of Greylock's average citizens.
My campaign is about proving that.
Everybody counts.
What are you doing?
You shouldn't be talking to him. Why not?
'Cause he called you out on your BS?
Hey, if you need any quotes on her,
oof,
I've got plenty.
Maya's 16. I don't want her caught
in the media's crosshairs.
Maya Jiménez
is a great story.
She's an inspiration. It's exactly the kind of thing
I was hoping for when I requested this assignment.
You requested this assignment? Oh, can I...?
Of course I did.
A brand-new country, led by a brilliant,
badass 24-year-old woman?
That's career-making stuff. "Brilliant, badass"?
You-you couldn't have led your article with that?
You can blame my editor.
Go easy on Maya. She's just a kid.
Goes without saying, Dear Leader.
Kidding.
I'm-I'm kidding.
Kidding.
He bothering you?
No, he's fine. If anyone's bothering me,
it's me. I'm so antsy, it's like I've forgotten
how to function without a crisis.
I can set the coffee machine on fire
if it'll make you feel better.
Getting these elections right
is what will make me feel better.
Greylock the country has...
pretty much been my baby for the past few months.
Bringing new people in is so scary.
Yeah, but it's the right thing to do.
Besides, I can't handle this on my own anymore.
It's way too much for one person.
When's the last time you-you took a break?
Yeah, I have no idea. Maybe, like, um,
that concert we went to the day before
my brother arrived.
Idles at The Roxy? Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Do you trust me?
The last time you asked me that,
we had to hitchhike home from that pet store in Albany.
Yeah, but you also met Beth Ditto.
Yeah, I trust you.
Good.
Meet me here after the debate. I got a surprise for you.
What kind of surprise?
The kind that's a surprise.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the results of the preliminary round are in.
The six candidates for the final runoff election are:
Amy Johnson...
...Daniel Cooper,
Olive Platt, Corinne Dearborn...
All right, Corinne!
...Elizabeth Fernsby...
All right, Liz!
...and Maya Jiménez.
We look forward to seeing you all at the debate tonight.
Hey, congrats, AJ. Oh, thank you.
Hey.
I just heard that you made it to the runoff.
Congratulations.
Oh, so now you want to talk to me?
I'm really sorry that I haven't called, okay?
Uh, William has been very present lately.
Of course. I'm sure he's excited about the baby.
I'm sorry, what? Don't stand here and lie to me.
I found the pregnancy test, Alexis.
You, you snooped in my...
I was cleaning up,
and I found it.
And like a good girlf...
whatever I am to you,
I waited for you to tell me about it.
Spoiler alert: you didn't.
So, yeah, I'm a little pissed off.
AJ. Look, I get you're married.
That was a part of the deal when we started. But a baby
is different.
And then you fill my head with BS
about you being crazy about me.
Meanwhile, you're starting an 18-year re-up
with your husband.
Behind my back. You don't...
Oh. Officer Johnson.
We just heard. Congrats on the runoff.
Congrats to you, too. A new baby is so exciting.
What?
Alexis, you're pregnant?
Oh...
Why is there a disco ball in my walk-in?
I'm doing something for Sarah. Ah.
And is this, uh, sudden burst of boldness
related to the charming reporter that's been sneaking around?
He's not that charming. Uh, he is that charming.
Maybe, maybe me seeing him make cow eyes at her
sped up the process a little bit,
but it was bound to happen.
What?
- N-Nothing. - That's not a "nothing" look.
Is this the first date
that you've gone on since...?
I-I'm sorry for even bringing it up.
It's okay. Patience is gone, and I'm here
With an absolutely perfect woman who I'm pretty sure is into me.
So, yeah. It's time to move on.
Of course.
I'm good.
Uh, good evening.
Welcome to Greylock's inaugural legislative primary debate.
To those of you here tonight and those of you
listening from home, I'm Weston Woods
of The Yorkshire, and as an impartial observer,
I'm honored to have been asked
to moderate this evening's event.
Each candidate will give their opening statement,
then we'll move to a roundtable discussion.
This is your chance to get to know your candidates.
I look forward to an enlightening evening.
The most important issue facing Greylock today is identity.
Who are we? But more importantly,
who do we want to be?
We are a nation of tradition.
But we are also a home for innovation.
A place for second chances.
A land of wild and untamed beauty.
A community of strength.
A harbor from the storm.
We founded this country
to get rid of Lydon.
Why would we put one of their lackeys in our government?
I'm a son of Greylock. This place shaped me.
I'm just looking for an opportunity to return the favor.
Government works best as a team of rivals.
We can't have a congress of Sarah's flunkies
rubber-stamping her every whim.
Sarah's roommate,
Sarah's brother, Sarah's best friend,
Sarah's devotee.
Former devotee.
How are we supposed to have
independent oversight if Sarah owns
half the candidates?
No one owns me.
And just because I live with Sarah
doesn't mean I can't tell her
where to stick it and when it needs to be stuck.
New ideas
are exactly what this country needs.
And to get new ideas, we need new faces.
My family has been in Greylock since its founding.
We declared independence
so we could stay who we were.
I love
Greylock's unique history,
but a country isn't a hot dog stand.
You can't rely on the same formula forever.
The world is changing. We have to change with it.
You know, I could see why you would say that, Ms. Dearborn.
Because if anyone would benefit
from forgetting the past, it's you.
Uh, what do you mean by that?
You know, most people wrote you off
when you became another teen pregnancy statistic,
but you certainly have made the most
of your youthful mistakes.
Sorr... My-my youth... My youthful mistakes?
What... uh, what do you, what do you mean by that?
Are you calling my son a mistake?
Hey, bitch in the ugly blouse,
did you just call my son a mistake?
Because I swear to God, if you even...
This election
is just the first step in a long journey
toward Greylock's future. I suggest
we worry less about what we've done,
focus more on
what we can do.
Grover, what...?
Excuse me, Miss, uh-uh,
you can't come in here without an I.D.
It's me, I promise.
Enjoy your night. Thank you.
Hi. Hi.
You look like a... whiskey ginger type.
How did you know?
Lucky guess.
Grover, this is amazing.
Why did you do all of this?
'Cause you deserve a night out.
And I figured since I couldn't get you to a club
before the elections, I'd bring the club to you.
Thank you.
Cheers.
Ah. The opener should be on any moment now.
♪ We will have to save ourselves... ♪
There they are.
Okay. Come on.
♪ We are hiding way down low ♪
♪ Sacrificing limbs ♪
♪ For a rope, a hope hoax ♪
♪ Oh, no... ♪
Come on, come on.
♪ Oh, no... ♪
I'm used to there being more people to hide behind!
Who are you gonna hide behind? It's just me. Come on!
♪ Just us... ♪
Thanks for coming.
Sarah's out, so I thought we could talk.
I think you have said more than enough today.
Why the hell do you think you have the right
to talk to my husband?! I messed up, okay?
I know I messed up.
You want to know why I didn't tell you about the baby?
Huh? Because there is no baby.
You lost it?
I had an abortion.
I missed my period and I took a test
and I had no idea where my marriage was going
and I had no idea what you and I were doing
and I was, I-I was in no place to be a mother.
So I told William that I was gonna go see
an old college friend and I went to the city and...
And I wanted to tell you.
I wanted to call you.
I just needed a few more days to get my head on straight.
I'm sorry. I didn't know.
Yeah, of course you didn't know.
You didn't know because you didn't ask me.
Instead of asking me, you just went off half-cocked
with your own delusions and then you spewed
those delusions at my husband.
I was angry.
No. Stay away from me.
And I was confused and I was hurt.
Yeah, well, you know, so am I, AJ, so am I.
And I'm also married
to a good and compassionate man who doesn't deserve any of this.
So... I am going to go to New York with that man
and I'm gonna see if there's anything left of our marriage
that we can save.
What did you tell him about the pregnancy?
That is none of your business.
Does he know about us?
No.
There is a world where this ended
so differently.
The way I felt about you...
Goodbye, AJ.
♪ Ships with ♪
♪ Ships with holes will sink ♪
♪ And I will swim ♪
♪ It's nothing, make time for us ♪
♪ Make time for us ♪
♪ Can't even shout for words ♪
♪ You know I'm far too shameful ♪
♪ It's nothing ♪
♪ Make time for us, make time for us ♪
♪ Can't even sing for words ♪
♪ You know I'm far too shameful. ♪
Grover?
Uh, sorry.
Uh, I sh... I sh... I...
I sh... I shouldn't have.
Sometimes you look at me like you need me to breathe,
and then, other times,
you can't stand to be in the same room with me.
I knew you weren't ready, I just really wanted you to be.
I'm sorry. No, no, no, no.
I-I want you, Sarah.
I do. But, um...
I... Oh, God.
I can't.
I just can't.
It's okay.
I get it.
When you are ready...
...you're gonna make someone else incredibly happy.
"Someone else."
So...
he just couldn't get over that Patience hurdle, huh?
I don't know why I thought he would.
It's hard,
feeling something for somebody so long,
and coming to terms with the fact
that they can't reciprocate.
Are you gonna tell me what's going on with you?
'Cause clearly that little speech wasn't just for me.
For the past few months, I've been sleeping
with Alexis Whitmore.
But as of last night...
I basically dynamited Alexis's marriage
and our affair.
So, yeah.
I'm batting a thousand over here.
That's better.
Looking like a snack in those pants, Charlie.
Yeah... yeah.
Oh.
Hey, shorty.
Got to admit,
you did way better last night
than I thought you would.
What does he want?
It's funny you should ask.
You still have to get through the final election.
And you need me.
But I need all that.
"ATV access in Hargis Preserve"?
"Homecoming as a national holiday"?
Mm-hmm.
"Pack the courts with youthful hotties"? Uh-huh.
That-That's BS, dude.
That's politics.
Pass.
Look, I go, my votes go with me.
I lose, we all lose.
Yeah, maybe.
Maybe not.
You know how to find me
when you change your mind.
It's Grover, right?
Mind if I ask you a few questions?
I'm not involved in the election.
Oh, it's not about the election. About Sarah.
I don't know. She's smart, she's kind.
Is she single?
Excuse me?
Does she have a romantic partner?
What's that got to do with anything?
Well, Sarah's currently the youngest head of state on Earth.
And you want to turn her into a sex object.
No, I want to humanize her.
Show a generation of young people
that she's just like they are, with the same hopes and dreams
and, yeah, maybe the same romantic problems.
Hopefully inspire
a few to follow in her footsteps, you know?
Yeah. She's single.
Hi, Danny. What are you doing here?
Uh, just talking to the judge about an easement
on one of our mines. You? Nice. Um...
I'm... Nothing.
I just... Wait a minute, you're...
What? You're not...
What? Giving up?
Packing it in?
Waving the white flag with, uh,
furious abandon? Yes.
Why? Last night was a disaster.
Liz set a trap, and I walked into it.
And I made myself at home.
Just another white trash train wreck.
Okay, there's no coming back from that.
Liz Fernsby...
is an ass.
She was born an ass, she lives as an ass,
and she will die an ass.
Everyone in Greylock knows it.
Just like they know you.
You are not a train wreck.
You're smart, you're capable, and you care.
As long as those things are true,
you'll always have a chance.
When people look at me, they don't see a leader.
I do. I'm people.
Danny, you don't have to... It's okay.
All this policy stuff is
over my head anyways. Why do you always do that?
What?
Pretend to be dumber than you are.
I know my sister casts a long shadow.
But that doesn't mean that you can't cast one of your own.
Tell me how you feel about Greylock's school system.
Danny, I don't want to... Tell me.
Okay, well, now that we're finally
free from America's Jurassic-era
curriculum, we can take a look
at how to holistically serve all of our students.
Not just the five who test well.
I mean, independence is probably
the best thing that could have happened
for our children's futures.
Trust me. I do.
Now go get the rest of Greylock to do the same.
Turned and burned, just how you like 'em, Doris.
There you go. Mmm.
Hey, what'd the vet say about Eartha Kitty?
She'll be fine, the little diva.
Well, I'm glad to hear it.
Hey, let me know if you need anything else.
Okay? Mm-hmm.
Oh.
What now?
Hunter.
He started a write-in campaign for himself.
Dude. He'll never win.
Yeah, I think he knows that.
He's trying to make you
regret pissing him off.
Okay, the only thing I regret is not kicking him in the balls.
But we can spin this.
You know, he pissed off the whole volleyball team
last year when he called Emma Donnelly a cow.
Yeah, I'm just, I'm done chasing the popular kids.
If I'm gonna lose the election,
I'm at least gonna keep my pride.
You'll always have me and Doris.
Yeah, yeah, you're right.
I do always have you and Doris.
And the cross country team, and with Doris,
you probably got the senior center vote.
That's my constituency.
The people that everyone else in Greylock overlooks.
Yeah.
And that dude Charlie, right, with the plaid pants?
Yeah. I mean, he loves you.
And he's a bigwig at the bowling league?
Yeah, and Greg the Goth,
he's really tight with all of the band kids.
Dude, screw Hunter.
We're gonna build a country-wide coalition
out of Greylock's misfit toys.
Okay.
Hey.
♪ You started falling apart... ♪
Hey. Hey.
That's for undecided voters.
I thought you were going after the youth vote.
I am. And the elderly vote.
And the birders and the marching band
and the bowling league and anyone else
who's ever felt left out.
Everybody counts.
Before we get to the results, I just want to say
how proud I am of everyone.
Our citizens and all
of our candidates, the level of engagement has been
beyond my wildest dreams and...
I know whoever wins, they're gonna,
they're gonna pour their hearts and souls into
helping Greylock grow.
Thank you, Sarah. All right, here we go.
In order of voting percentage,
Greylock's new legislators are...
Amy Johnson...
Daniel Cooper...
and Maya Jiménez.
What? Yes!
And beating out the fifth place finisher by just two votes...
...Elizabeth Fernsby!
Congratulations to Greylock's first legislators.
The reign of Queen Sarah hath come to an end.
You'll finally have some real oversight.
Hey, sorry it didn't work out, but "A" for effort.
Oh, hey, Liz? Um, "K" for kiss my... Hey!
Sorry.
She's just... what a... douche canoe.
Yeah, okay, yeah, I know, but she's,
she's my douche canoe now.
So paddle upstream. Okay.
Yeah. I'm sorry.
So... how's it feel to be a government official?
I don't think it hit me until now
how many people are actually counting on me.
- I just hope I don't disappoint them. - You won't.
You're gonna kill it.
Hey, I just wanted to come say congratulations.
You two make a really good team.
I was really proud to vote for you, Maya.
Thanks.
Excuse us, Sarah. This is kind of a family moment.
Oh, of course, I'm sorry.
Alexis?
What are you doing here?
William wanted one of us here to see the winners.
After everything that happened, I couldn't exactly say no. Wait, listen.
I'm sure you don't want to hear this from me,
but I need to say it anyway.
The truth is...
I was falling for you.
And when I thought you weren't on the same page as me,
I just got scared.
It's not an excuse for what I did.
But...
I need you to know that I'm sorry.
Now I know.
Goodbye, AJ.
♪ If I was all right and they sat with me a while ♪
♪ In the cool, dark country... ♪
Not bad for a first election, huh?
You prove the "Chairman Cooper" headline more wrong every day.
Yes. Do you have any final questions?
Just one. Uh...
How do you feel about Api Morado?
Is that a person?
It's a drink. Comes from Bolivia.
Warm purple corn mash with, uh, cinnamon,
cloves... orange zest.
There's a little bar just opened down the street from my hotel.
The bartender makes his own.
This feels less like a reporter asking
a question and more like you...
asking me out.
Yeah, that's because I am asking you out.
I have to file this story
at midnight... until then, I'm a journalist covering
the town of Greylock. Going on a date with you would be...
well, it'd be totally unethical.
Mm-hmm. But at 12:01,
I'm just a guy.
♪ In all the years gone by... ♪
A guy who spent the last couple of weeks
completely bowled over
by the fearless, fascinating,
drop-dead gorgeous woman in front of him right now.
So I'm gonna be celebrating this
story at 12:01 tonight with some warm Api Morado.
And I'd love it if you'd join me.
I don't know what to say.
That's all right, that's all right, um...
you still have five hours to figure it out.
Okay. Okay.
Hi. You, uh,
all alone out here?
Yeah, Adam took Josh home to bed, so...
But not before I got to hear him ask
if, uh, this result "makes Mommy a loser."
You are not a loser.
You were right with what you said the other day.
I would have regretted quitting.
So thank you for making me stand up for myself.
I just gave you a little push is all. Yeah, well,
it was a push that I needed, so...
And, hey, congrats.
Good night, Danny.
♪ In love with the water ♪
♪ In lust with the open sky ♪
♪ I swallowed the mirror ♪
♪ Reflect as the days flow by ♪
Come on, AJ,
you won.
How is it that I lost to my ex,
and I'm still more chipper than you are?
I saw Alexis tonight.
Oh, wow, then you're really gonna need this.
You will move on soon enough.
Mm-hmm, hopefully
with a single woman who isn't married
to William Whitmore. Yes.
No, thank you. I need a sex cleanse.
I need to focus on something new.
Like the congressional seat I just beat you out for.
And she's back. Yes.
That should work.
A toast to...
Greylock.
And to new beginnings.
To Greylock and new beginnings.
♪ And darn it all ♪
♪ The moss, it's glowing ♪
♪ Still wet in the morning sun ♪
♪ Thought I saw a ladder... ♪
Hey...
you came.
You hyped up this purple drink so much, I had to try it.
Hey, I'll get that for you.
Thank you. You're welcome.
Okay, that's really good.
Thank you.
♪ It swallowed the glory... ♪
So, did you bring me all the way down here
just to drink weird Bolivian tea?
I brought you all the way down here so I can tell you
I really want to kiss you.
I have since
about five minutes after we met.
Wow. That was really... forward of me.
I'm sorry.
♪ The side of the mother ♪
"Don't bury the lede," right?
♪ Won't have any questions ♪
♪ Won't have any questions. ♪