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My ride's waiting...

What? What?

This is bad.

- How bad?

- It's worse than I thought.

- How worse?

- A lot.

According to this, these books

were never legally checked out.

Yeah, so?

So it means I can't

charge you for them.

You beat the system.

Yeah.

- Alex.

- Alex?

Miranda.

Thank you. That was

really sweet of you.

Consider it a graduation present.

- I'm not graduating.

- I am. Tomorrow.

Oh, yeah? Congratulations.

I got to go.

OK.

Bye.

- That wasn't really your mother, right?

- No.

- Have a nice life.

- Thanks. You too.

The Today show is here, they're setting

up. We're not ready! It's not working.

Richard, calm down! It's just

the panic before the storm.

Corinne, Eleanor Roosevelt's

wig is missing.

What?! It's got to be here.

I'm sure we'll find it.

- Mamie Eisenhower's hair might work.

- Wrong party. She's a Republican.

- Have you checked Maintenance?

- No. I'm on my way.

Oh! When you go by

the Today show set,

casually see what Willard

Scott has on his head.

- Excuse me. Corinne, telephone.

- I'm not here.

- It's your daughter.

- Oh! I'm here.

- Hello, honey!

- Hi Mom.

Where are you?

I'm on the New Jersey turnpike.

I'm running a little late.

I'll be home for dinner.

Great! Are you alone, or are you

bringing the missing link with you?

Mom, we broke up months ago.

Well, I never thought

he was right for you.

I know. OK. I have to go.

Be careful, sweetheart. Bye-bye.

- You were right! Maintenance had it.

- Great.

- And look what I found.

- What?

Jackie Kennedy's earrings!

They were with the dinosaur teeth.

Inventory got 'em mixed up

when we switched buildings.

Corinne, you should

have been a first lady.

I was, once.

Corinne, can I go?

Sure. I'll see you

tomorrow morning at six.

Six? This is the opening of an

exhibit, not... a dairy farm.

You're right. I'll see

you at six thirty.

Six thirty.

- Good night, Joe. See you, John.

- Ms Jeffries.

Hi, handsome.

I'm having those dreams again.

The X-rated ones with Louie.

- Dr Bailey, you'd be shocked.

- What else? How have you been feeling?

Fantastic. It was Louie's

birthday on Saturday.

I baked him a cake with

little cherries in it.

I thought we agreed that you were

going to stop cooking for Louie.

It was his birthday.

It makes me happy to feed him.

The Egyptians fed their dead.

Not after 23 years.

Now, when you first came to me

you told me that you wanted to free

yourself from your attachment to Louie.

That you wanted to move on, that you

wanted to experience love again.

And we agreed that that meant

a fruitful relationship with a man

who has a body.

Now, can you do that much, Corinne?

Can you refrain from these

activities that, uh

perpetuate your fantasy?

I'll try.

Here's your favourite... Peppermint

Patty. Good night!

He raised a gull-like

cry in the air.

Thar she blows!

Thar she blows!

A hump like a snow hill!

It is Moby Dick!

I liked it so much better.

From the day I said goodbye.

And I tell myself I'm free.

But I'm only fooling me.

Cos no matter what I do.

I can't get over you.

A Mr Alex Finch to see Mr Bradlee.

Mr Bradlee doesn't

know who you are.

- I'm sure he would recognise me if...

- I'm sorry.

- May I help you?

- Can I... try him one...?

Goodbye.

Excuse me. I was wondering

if Mr Bradlee...?

I have a delivery for Mr Bradlee.

Hi, there. Morning.

Oh, good. You're here.

Thanks.

Who the hell are you?

I met you at Yale,

sir, where I went.

You gave a lecture and you told

me to look you up when I got out.

I just got out yesterday, and here

I am! I want to be a reporter.

How'd you get up here?

The elevator, sir. I...

I came up...

With me. He came up with me.

It's my very good friend...

Alex Finch.

I... I was editor of the

Yale Daily News and.

I was a stringer for

two years for Time

and I can start tonight.

Now. Two hours ago.

He's very hot. He's... He could be

our next Woodward and Bernstein.

Well, at least talk to him, Ben.

OK, Finch. Wait outside.

Right!

Thank you.

Mr Bradlee will see you now.

I'm sorry, Finch.

But did you read the one about

the kitchen workers' strike?

If I hired you, the guys in this

office would eat you for breakfast.

Believe me, you need

experience. Contacts.

Find work on a small-town paper.

Then, when you've paid your

dues, know your way around,

gimme a call.

OK.

Thanks anyway.

Bradlee doesn't know everything.

- Hi. Philip Train.

- Hi.

Philip Train...

Pulitzer Prize, 1979.

Wow.

Listen, I'm about to get a cab.

Can I drop you anywhere?

I have a car.

I can give you a ride.

I'd be honoured. Sir.

I've lived in

Washington all my life.

With the exception of six months

in Bolivia. I married a tin heiress.

Can't remember why.

She used to call me Peeleep.

Anyway, I just got out

of mistake number two.

Why don't you turn left up here?

Sorry.

- What are you doing for dinner?

- Dinner?

You're coming with me. My friends

live just down the street.

Coming?

Yeah.

Hello, hello, hello!

- Nobody home.

- God, this is a nice house!

Hi, Philip.

Hello, honey. Meet my friend,

- Alex...

- You!

- Miranda!

- Finch.

I don't believe this.

This is incredible.

Do you two know each other?

Someone should start dinner.

I'll do it.

- Get him a drink!

- Come in.

OK.

- What are you doing here?

- I came down to get a job at the Post.

- Well, how'd it go?

- Terribly.

But... things are...

definitely picking up.

So I started today. I'm

interning for this judge.

That's great.

- First in her class in law school.

- Philip...

Second.

Skipped high school entirely.

Skipped a year.

- I'm home!

- We're out here.

- Mom!

- Sweetheart!

Philip, that smells delicious!

Sorry I'm late, but we've been

looking for Dolly Madison's arm.

- Poke holes in 'em, otherwise they explode.

- Sorry, Mom!

Mom? This is Alex Finch.

- Hi, Alex.

- Hi.

Have we met before?

- I don't... think so.

- He's staying for dinner. He's homeless.

Oh! Wonderful.

I'll go change and be right back.

- She's a curator at the Smithsonian.

- And your dad?

He died before I was born.

- Sorry.

- And Philip's my godfather.

He's your mother's boyfriend?

No! No.

Well, unfortunately, my mother

never really got over my father.

Look at this. Come here.

That's my dad.

Miranda where's that corn?

So what kind of lawyer

do you want to be?

A public defender.

Supreme Court justice!

I like to fight.

Oh, honey, you'd better

get some more ice.

- I'll get it.

- Thanks.

Thanks, Alex.

- So what do you think?

- I like him.

Philip!

I think we'll call the tree George.

Now, aren't they beautiful?

That... that didn't happen.

That's right.

My bowl! What's that doing here?

"Corinne Randolph and Louis Jeffries,

joined in holy matrimony, May 18th, 1963."

Do you Louis Jeffries take Corinne

Randolph to be your lawful wedded wife?

Sh*t!

What a coincidence.

That's a coincidence.

That's a coincidence.

Uncle Marsh!

Who the hell's Uncle Marsh?

Who is he?

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