Good Girls Revolt

I want to remind you that this is a safe space,

and the purpose of this exercise

is for you to acknowledge the truth of your experiences.

Raise your hand if you've ever had

a sexual relationship with someone at work.

Okay.

Raise your hand if you've ever slept with your boss.

If you're not sure if the man you're thinking of

is your boss or not, but you are sure you screwed him,

raise your hand.

Okay.

Next week,

we'll try that with your eyes open.

- Hi. - And all she wants to do is sing

from the moment she wakes up.

You must be exhausted.

Same time next week?

We alternate between meeting here

and my friend's apartment one floor up.

Let me introduce you.

- Hi. Eleanor. - Ariana.

Would you like some?

Let me rescue you from your staring.

You might start making people uncomfortable.

I've just never been a part of something like this before.

- How are you? - Good. Thanks.

Okay.

Did you talk to Lenny about the diaphragm?

I called my doctor,

and I'm getting a new one, so...

N-No.

I couldn't talk to Lenny.

I just couldn't.

I've never been married, but I guess I thought

you could talk to your husband about everything.

- Oh. - Again, I wouldn't know.

Yeah. No.

She's terrifying.

- Who is she? - That's Eleanor Holmes Norton.

She's an attorney from the ACLU.

She drops in on these meetings to wake women up,

so she says.

How do you ladies know each other?

- Oh, we work together. - At, uh, News of the Week.

Ah. Fancy publication.

Yeah. It's fun. No days is ever the same as the next.

Oh, I wasn't as taken with it.

- I quit. - Why?

They don't let women write.

We do write... files

for the reporters, to help them with their stories.

So is that the role that you want?

Being of service to men?

It's the tradition there.

You know what else was a tradition?

Separate water fountains.

It's not like that.

If women aren't allowed the same kinds of jobs as men,

that's illegal.

Uh, illegal?

Yes.

Ladies.

Circle back up for our final exercise.

Oh, and please bring your compacts.

We're going to be celebrating our beautiful bodies

by looking at our vulvas.

I think I'm going to go.

- I'm going to come with you. - Okay.

You ladies have a case.

I want to talk to you more about it.

Did she just say "vulva"?

- Who is it? - It's me, Patti. Open up.

Marybeth?

My God!

- -

Come on.

Hi, Sissy!

- Hi. - Oh! Marybeth!

Hey, you two look adorable.

We got engaged.

Look at that stardust.

He asked me at Rockefeller Plaza just now.

- He got down on one knee. - I was down there for about 45 minutes

before she could answer.

Everyone was clapping. It was so special, Patti.

Oh, wow.

I had to come and tell you before anyone else.

I'm so glad you did.

I'm so surprised.

I'm happy. I'm happy for you. Of course I'm happy for you.

I'm so happy for you. Ohh!

We have so much to do in just a few weeks.

- Let's just enjoy it tonight. - Wait. Why so fast?

I... I'm... I go off to basic in February.

I didn't know you enlisted.

Yeah, his number was drawn at the lottery.

Yeah, on television two nights ago.

I watched it, but they didn't say names.

Randy, I'm so sorry.

Um...

Take off your coats.

Can... Are you hungry?

We can't stay.

Yeah. My hazard lights are on down at the curb,

so we should...

- I'm s... I'm sorry. - Okay.

But come home tomorrow.

You know, Mom's making a huge dinner.

- It'll be fun. - I have to work.

But I'll try to figure something out.

We should go.

Hey, thank you so much

for coming to tell me in person. That means a lot.

It's just dinner, if you can stand it.

I can stand it.

It would mean a lot to me,

and you haven't been home in months.

I'll be there.

- You know, I... - Thank God you changed it.

I was starting to see polka dots in my sleep.

I thought I was looking in a circus.

The Feds say they're responding proportionately to threats.

Hoover wants millions of dollars and a big bump in manpower.

My source tipped me to an item in the new budget

under Domestic Surveillance. It was buried.

Dig up that damn grave. How are they justifying the ask?

Hoover's guys point to crime stats in big cities.

Bullshit. Which kinds of crime?

What cities? And while you're up their ass,

find out if they're buying any new wire tap gadgets.

I love the G-man equipment.

Ralph, you're on the Altamont follow.

Make sure those pricks at Rolling Stone

know we're not backing down on our coverage.

You got it.

Wick? Wick are you in there?

I'm sorry, but there's a phone call.

Wick!

You better have the fucking ghost of JFK on the phone.

It's Mamie.

God damn it.

Sam, your exit interview with the Fed chairman. How are we?

There's nothing I don't know about the recession

or deposit ceiling rates of interest.

And my bond trader buddies tell me

that Martin's defending the gold standard, despite Nixon's objections.

There's no rationale for the stupid gold standard anymore.

It's magical thinking, and if you can get him to admit that,

you'll have a story. You know...

Martin and I played in a charity golf tournament a few years back.

He's not funny. "Just the facts" kind of guy

who knows the whole world hangs on his every word.

I think I speak for all Jews

when I say that's who I want in charge of my money.

Newbie's got a sense of humor.

- When's the sit-down? - 4:00.

Let me know how that goes. And don't sweat it.

Martin's only one of the smartest men on planet Earth.

You'll be fine.

Thank you, boys. Meeting is adjourned.

Ohh. Mamie Eisenhower's bloomers are in a bunch

because she did not get her Sunday copy of the magazine.

Finn, you had me take her off, unless I'm mistaken.

I thought I was in charge of the Sunday Night List.

In general, yes, but I wanted to add somebody.

When I add somebody, I like to take somebody off.

- It keeps it special. - Who did you add?

Kirk Douglas.

Kirk Douglas.

So we bump a former First Lady

and the widow of the finest military mind of our era

for a Hollywood pretty boy?

Our Sunday Night List is the 40 most powerful

decision makers and influencers.

Mamie is the relic of a dead president.

Finn, he sells popcorn.

I admire his success, his taste, and his wife.

He's currently the only man in America I can say that about.

Pardon me.

Ahem.

How was that story meeting?

We're doing a piece on the FBI upping their domestic surveillance.

Who are they surveilling?

The bad guys.

What am I doing here?

Oh.

Are you okay?

No.

My little sister got engaged.

It's not as scary as domestic surveillance, but...

it still freaks me out.

Is the guy a jerk?

No. He's from our neighborhood.

Randy. He's a wrestler... All state, actually.

Yeah? What weight class?

- That's not the point. - Then what is the point?