Good Girls Revolt

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Ready.

Set.

Go!

Yes. Let's go.

- Let's go! - Come on, Jane.

Yes.

Attagirl. Yes! Ha-ha.

I did it. Finally, I won.

No celebrating. I beat you by a foot.

No, no, no, Daddy. You know that I won.

Won, my ass. I could have smoked a cigarette waiting.

You know, you shouldn't lie. It sets a bad example.

Oh, you two.

Chad, the apple does not fall far from the tree.

Chad, who won that race?

This is strictly Hollander business.

- Reenie, let me buy you a juice. - Oh, such a gentleman.

Yeah. Put it on Gordy's tab.

All right.

Well, they asked me to audition for The Philadelphia Story.

Mm! You should. As Tracy Lord?

- We'll be in front to cheer you on. - You don't cheer at a play.

But it is all at night, and then I wouldn't be home for Daddy...

-...after his day at work. - Wasn't your goal to retire at 50, Daddy?

And that's, what, five years away?

Yes, exactly.

Now I have to wait until your idiot brother...

...can prove he won't run the business into the ground.

I will very likely be an old man unless I can leave the business to you, Chad.

Well, let's see.

Been at Townley's a month.

How early is too early to resign?

I'll take that from you, ma'am. - Oh, I was--

No, she's finished.

Oh, okay.

So finish that story.

News of the Week, this is Charlie.

I wonder why she's here.

She's the publisher. She doesn't need a reason.

Oh, I read an article that despite being one of the richest people in the country...

...Mrs. Burkhart still enjoys making her own clothes.

I guarantee you she didn't make those snakeskin shoes she walked in on.

They look like they cost at least $50.

$50?

The Burkhart family made their fortune from Kentucky bourbon.

As the story goes, a giant oak tree fell on Bea's great great grandfather's house.

He made 40 oak barrels using that tree...

...and used them for his first batch of bourbon.

It's now called Storm Tree bourbon...

...and it's one of the most sought after in the world.

Hm.

The Burkhart family is a client of my father's financial firm.

Oh. - There it is.

Oh, Naomi, you have a run in your stockings.

I have an extra pair of L'eggs in my desk.

Let me get them for you.

Thank you.

Heh, heh, heh. I tell people when Daddy died...

...he had so much bourbon in his blood, they didn't have to embalm him.

Thank you.

Just a second and I will join you.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Bottoms up.

Mm, wow!

- That is good stuff, strong, strong stuff. Mm-hm.

That'll drive you to put a lampshade on your head.

Well...

...now that we have had our frivolities...

...let's get down to boring old business.

Gentlemen, for most of my life...

...although my father was a rich bastard--

I was a failure at everything I ever did.

I failed at arithmetic...

...I failed at three marriages...

...and I can't get a seed to flower to save my life.

But despite my failures, people always remembered me.

Because you were the daughter of a rich bastard?

Well, that helped.

That has always helped, yes.

Uh, but no.

People remembered me because I was different.

I said things that people didn't expect a lady to say...

...I wore things that made people turn their heads...

...and I did things that, uh...

...well, I usually blamed on the bourbon.

But I am concerned that my daddy's magazine...

...is not memorable.

It's not interesting.

There's nothing in our magazine that I can't read somewhere else...

...and to add insult to injury...

...Time Magazine is kicking our butt.

- We're kicking Newsweek's butt. - Look, I agree, Bea...

...but the news is the news.

We're gonna be covering the same story.

Our goal is to tell it better than anybody else.

- To go deeper inside-- - We won't beat Time at their game.

But the game is changing.

And I can assure you, we are looking to the future.

And what is it that you see?

Well, before long, Time is gonna be the old people's magazine.

Meanwhile, there are three million 23-year-old Americans out there.

Their parents read Time Magazine, which means they're not going to.

They're looking for something different. I want News of the Week to be that.

So that by the time they're 25, we're their go-to magazine.

We're the voice that they trust.

- That they can turn to. Hm.

How are you going to do that?

- We're working on several initiatives-- - How's he gonna do it, Wick?

Well, we're gonna write about the things they care about.

Mm-hm.

Civil rights. The draft.

The back of the book stuff, you know, the arts...

...and rock musicians.

Rolling Stone is less than two years old.

It's got a fraction of the subscribers Time does...

...and yet the young people can't stop talking about it.

Jann Wanner, he is not afraid to take risks.

That is exactly what we need to do.

You are saying that we're going to lose readers?

Well, you can't win new readers without--

We may lose some.

Hm.

Yeah, Tuesday.

Robinson.

Rhodes.

You left this in my apartment a while back.

Thought you might want it.

Need it.

Are you trying to drive a point home?

You will not be sleeping over at my apartment anymore.

I got it.

We gonna be able to work together?

Yes.

Of course.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING AND PHONES RINGING]

Jane.

Finn needs you.

- Bea, you remember Jane. - Of course.

I knew Jane when she had braces on her teeth...

...and Gordy Hollander had a full head of hair.

It is so nice to see you, Mrs. Burkhart.

Jane was an excellent recommendation of yours.

She's kind of our head researcher around here.

Jane, maybe you can give Bea a tour of the place before lunch.

Well, that would be nice. It's been a while.

I'd love to revisit how the sausages are made here.

Well, I would love to show you around the sausage factory. Heh. Um...

- May I carry this for you? Oh.

Thank you.

Bill Shawn from New Yorker called to say he only found two typos...

...in last week's issue.

Son of a bitch.

Inside joke.

- Angie. - Yes?

Is that a hand?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

It's my daughter.

She woke up too sick to go to school...

...and my husband's on a construction site for three weeks.

My neighbor who watches her in a pinch...

...is at the hospital having a baby of her own.

I understand how terrible the timing is with Mrs. Burkhart here--

Angie, I didn't know you had a daughter.

Hi. What's your name?

Vera.

I hope you feel better soon.

Put her in my office, she can lay down. Comfy couch.

- What about-- - It's better, it's private.

Are you sure?

Robinson.

Get over here.

How old are you?

Twenty-four.

Oh.

Follow me.

Do you read this magazine?

Is that a trick question?

No, it's a goddamn serious question. Do you read it?

Every word.

How about the average 24-year-old? If you didn't work here, would you read it?

Well, I would, but I'm weird. I read three newspapers every morning...

...even before I got this job.

Well, I guess we're both weird. Three?

I will require absolute silence.

The Times. The Daily News.

You're too smart to read the Post. Too cool to read the Wall Street Journal.