The Newsroom

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What the fuck is going on?

- They're taking our hard drives. - Is it Neal's story?

They've got a warrant to search the hard drives.

- Is this for real? - What's your name?

- My name? - Yeah.

It's spelled arrest me or go fuck yourself.

- We've been raided. - It's Saturday night and you got the graveyard shift.

What would I find if I stop and frisk you, Snoop Dogg?

Unless that warrant says you can stick your hand in my pockets,

you're gonna find yourself in a conversation about illegal search and seizure.

All right, back off. Everybody just cooperate.

- My password's N-Y... - I don't need your password.

- That's a comfort. - Please stand away from your desk.

Do you know where Neal Sampat is?

What are my rights in this situation?

You don't answer and you don't get to keep asking that question.

Actually, she does, but nobody has to answer.

So just turn down the temperature a litt...

- This is a fucking outrage, Molly. - Okay.

And this is a fucking warrant from a federal court, Mac.

And we are the physical manifestation of the will of that court.

The fuck are you, Marley's ghost?

You kiss your sources with that mouth?

Don, please stay where you are.

I'd like to make sure my phones aren't being tapped.

They don't have permission to tap our phones.

Then I guess this would be the first time

the FBI has used a warrantless wiretap.

Can I save you guys some time?

Neal is a smart guy and there's no way he left a trail

to a government source on something that can be seized by the government.

Sloan I've got privileged stock information on my computer.

I see one of you guys buy a speedboat...

They're just doing their jobs.

And I'm doing mine.

Charlie.

It's Charlie Skinner. Give me LA control, please.

Please put the phone down, Mr. Skinner.

Don, Jim, power up our control room.

- Yeah. - Gary, grab a camera.

- Can you get me wired? - Guys!

It's Charlie in New York.

We're gonna be breaking in live in three minutes.

Do you have the first idea how any of this equipment works?

I don't know how electricity works. Just start pressing buttons.

We don't know how to broadcast anything.

Charlie was on the phone with Domino's Pizza.

We're not broadcasting anything.

Just get an in-house feed up on the monitors.

Don't make things harder on yourselves.

I think I'm making things harder for you.

Come on, Mac. We've been friends forever. I'm coming to your wedding.

Well, I haven't gotten your RSVP yet, Molly.

So how'd you like your name chyroned?

This is now out of control.

It's not hard to promptly RSVP.

- It's a common courtesy. - 90 seconds.

They're bluffing.

Hook me up, quick.

Come on, guys. Find some lights.

See, I don't think there's gonna be an on-off switch.

- Check it out. - What did you press?

It's an on-off switch.

What is on our air?

Red Carpet Roundup . We need a studio feed.

Can I just say that this network's Saturday night programming is...

- Maybe now's not the time. But I do agree. - Yeah.

How have neither of you in all this time

absorbed any of the technology involved

with broadcasting the news you, you know, do?

Well, I can't speak for Don, but my experience is...

Shut up.

Do we have sound? Can anybody hear me?

We're gonna need your first name for the banner.

Is it Kip?

Your lack of cooperation will be noted for our report.

I hope that doesn't leak to the press.

- Oh, I'm gonna make sure it does. - I'm being cooperative.

Can it be noted that some of us are being downright docile?

- So it's Kip? - Rodger with a D.

- We're gonna misspell it. - $210 a plate, Molly.

It's nice to have a head count. He's not made of money.

I do fine. We can afford it.

- We're up. - That's nice, Gary.

Yeah, start on the windbreakers

and then come over and frame up

Special Agent Levy for the hero shot.

There's a typo. You left out the R.

- Where? - It says "beaking news."

Calm down. Can she hear you on the IFB?

No. Please, please, pretend you can hear me.

- Copy, I can hear you. - She did it!

- She felt my vibe. - I think she can really hear you.

- It says "baking news" now. - Fuck!

- 15 seconds. - Good talking to you, Molly.

You and your men continue your government raid of an American newsroom.

I'm gonna go executive produce a special report.

Stand them down.

Stand down.

Everybody stand down.

LA control, keep your air.

They're stopping! Shh.

We did it.

Freedom won and not a bullet was fired.

Let this day be recorded in the all...

Your fly is unzipped.

I'm not sure how I feel about new confident Maggie.

She's looking good.

I can still hear you.

Do you think there's any chance she's...

I'm not pretending.

Seems like lately a lot of people have been playing fast and loose with the law.

I didn't break any laws.

It was a solid warrant and they had a solid reason for seeking it.

I'm not at all convinced we're the good guys.

- Where was he supposed to go? - The source?

Where was he supposed to go? The police?

He's not supposed to go anywhere with classified information.

That was the Assistant Attorney General,

the US Attorney for the Southern District,

and the Deputy Director of the FBI on the phone.

And?

We've negotiated a one-week ceasefire.

Friday night we'll all meet up at Main Justice in DC

and try to dig our way out of this.

I'm not holding this story for a week.

- Holding the story for a week isn't a problem. - It's a problem for me.

Doesn't it take at least a week to vet 27,000 documents?

If you put the same scrupulous attention into vetting this story

as you did with Genoa, you should be done in no time.

You are sitting at the loser table.

- At your wedding, what else is available? - There goes your plus one.

All right, look, what I need is an assurance

that it's safe for Neal to come out of the dark.

The government is not going to make a move on either of you

until Friday, and then hopefully never.

- They're still walking out of here with... - Shh, shh, shh.

Agents Levy, Hutchinson, thank you very much.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

You're getting the fish and the fish is gonna suck!

You're talking about your own wedding.

- She's got a point. - Where's Neal?

- I don't know. - Come on.

- I don't know where he is. - Good.

- You did something right. - He's safe.

What?

He's safe. That's all I know.

And don't ask me about it again, okay?

Yeah.

Can I speak with you?

I'm not sure I like the deal you just made.

I don't care. How do you know he's safe?

It's a premonition.

Did you... Fucking hell.

- Did you tell him where to go? - No.

- Did you give him money? A bus ticket? - No.

What happens Friday night?

The investigators are gonna ask you and Neal

to tell them everything you can without revealing the source.

If they can connect the dots without the identity of the source, great.

If they can't?

I don't know a district court judge who's ever let a reporter

keep his source when national security was involved.

And who decides if national security is involved?

- The judge. - You see my problem?

The judge is the one who's supposed to decide,

not Matthew Broderick in WarGames , not Neal, and not me.

- That's a prosecutor talking. - Yes, it is.

And how are we supposed to be in DC Friday night?

- We do the news here at 8:00. - The meeting's at midnight.

All right, obviously we'll talk more before then.

But for now just go drink... Home. Just go home.

That stunt with the cameras, that wasn't cool.

Neither am I.

All right.

We give them everything they want,

and in exchange we get to not go to jail?

We also get to run the story.

We get the guidance we need to run the story

without risking national security or anyone's life.

Good night.

I'm only going to ask you once.

Do you really know the identity of the source?

- Yes. - That was stupid.

That was something I would do.

They're not gonna lock me up. I'm too big to jail.

Until about half an hour ago, I thought they wouldn't raid a newsroom.

They've got his hard drive now and if there's anything

on there that shows he's aided and abetted,

then you and Neal are in two very different situations.

He used an air-gapped computer, remember?

- And where is he? - I don't know.

- Are you lying to me? - No.

You know, since it's not possible

for everyone to like you, I really think...

I wasn't trying to get the FBI to like me.

They just happen to be the only ones in the room

authorized to do what they're doing.

Why do we have a loser table?