Good Girls Revolt

Talia: It is magical, though, isn't it?

That something so large can stay aloft?

It's not magic, it's physics. Thrust, drag, lift.

I got to make a phone call.

I thought we agreed to set aside work for the day.

You suggested it.

I remained silent.

Wick: Don't tell me they cancelled your trip.

The first direct flight from New York to London?

Pan Am wouldn't cancel this for the Second Coming.

So you're just checking up on me?

Damn right. How's my magazine?

Well, Back of the Book's given me shit-all.

Front copy's more white than black,

and I'm waiting for a photo dump

from Stockton. Typical Saturday.

Where's Art stand on the cover?

Almost there.

I, uh, I have some lingering concerns.

About the cover art or about my story?

Your story's a smear piece.

500 Vietnamese civilians were murdered, unprovoked.

I'd say that warrants smearing.

We do not have confirmation from the military.

My source has seen the Army's preliminary report.

Look, in a matter of weeks this is public record.

Well, let's wait till then.

I mean, look, I want to know we're right

before we start tarnishing these young men's careers.

Announcer: This is the final boarding call.

Kelly, Mitchell, Bernhardt.

Jesus, Bernhardt's 23 years old.

I don't care if he's in diapers.

Finn.

We've been scooped on Songmy before

because you preached caution.

If you need substantiation

in order to sleep at night,

get General Peers on the phone,

then run my fucking story.

Okay, Chief.

When the galley's locked, wire it to London.

I'll head to the bureau as soon as we touch down.

Motherfucker. Angie!

Get General William Peers, U.S. Army,

on the phone. Tell him I need a confirmation

of a story before we go to press tonight.

Finn's centerpiece on Songmy?

Yes.

Finn: You know what gets me? It's the arrogance.

We can disagree.

It's not as if I'm above discourse.

He doesn't like it when I dust off my press pass

and write about Vietnam.

He's a hawk. A military apologist.

I read that there's a lounge in the upper deck

with a full bar.

I want to fire off this Editor's Page on the flight

and wire it home when we land.

Hopefully sneak it into this week's issue.

Where do you want to start?

I don't know. Cindy, I am so excited.

If we talk to two girls a day,

we can have the entire magazine in a couple of weeks.

Oh. What about Vivian?

Um...

she calls me Cindy Lou Who.

In a rude way.

We're gonna have to talk to a lot of girls, Cindy.

That means even the rude ones.

Why don't you talk to Dottie in theater?

I don't really know Dottie.

She's on your yes list.

Because she is always complaining,

not because we're friends.

I can't do all the recruitment on my own, Cindy.

Oh, I know.

I know. Oh. I'll talk to Beverly.

That'll give us half of foreign.

I think she's making it with her reporter.

Well, maybe,

but she gave me her Tuna Crunch Casserole once,

and it was delicious.

Hmm.

What about Jane?

You know, a lot of the girls look up to her.

I talked to Jane.

I don't think she's ready.

Oh.

Okay, well, I will focus on Beverly.

Cindy, what is that?

Oh, it's... ahem...

They were handing them out

at the last consciousness-raising,

and it is about giving and receiving pleasure.

My little girl is all grown up.

I can't read more than a paragraph at a time

because it makes me blush.

It's happening now, isn't it?

Damn it.

Those my profiles?

Eldridge Cleaver,

David Hilliard, Angela Davis.

Nice suit. Who died?

Oh. James P. Kelly, 63rd precinct.

PD got into a gunfight with a group of Black Panthers in Midwood.

One of the officers died.

Oh, boy.

_

You have something. What is it?

Do you know anyone in Vietnam?

Um, I could find a list of active servicemen.

No, no, personally. Do you know any vets?

All the boys I grew up with went to college to avoid the war.

Did Finn sign off an a story?

Sort of. On his way out last night,

he came over, tapped on my desk,

and said "When Our Boys Come Home."

And then he walked out the door.

"When our boys come home"?

How is that an investigative piece?

I have no idea.

When were you going to tell me you had a boyfriend?

What?

Townley Investments?

Chad, is it?

Who told you?

Not you.

You know, four Panthers were killed, too,

but they don't even mention that till the last paragraph.

It's articles like this that give them a bad name.

I think it's dead policemen

that give the Panthers a bad name.

Are you writing a pro-law enforcement article now?

Patti, I'm not gonna argue with you.

I'm not arguing. I'm just asking.

I'm not writing a pro-anything article.

There's violence on both sides.

I'm not going to ignore it.

So what time is the funeral?

Tonight at 6, near Prospect.

Rhodes, you're going to a funeral tonight?

Yeah. You need something to do?

Last time I checked, we publish on a Saturday.

Are you planning on bringing a typewriter to the funeral parlor?

We're not publishing tonight.

Finn gave us some leeway on our deadline.

Leeway? What's that mean?

I'm sorry, that sounds like an investigative piece.

Really? Doug, does that sound

like an investigative piece to you?

You know, I hadn't thought of it, Patti,

but it kind of does.

But that's Sam's assignment.

Right.

How's that coming along?

You know, an ongoing story is a privilege.

It's not something that you, uh, back into

when you can't close on deadline.

- Hmm. - Wick: Reporters!

In my office.

We may need an alternative

for the feature well in the next few hours.

I thought the Peers report was our centerpiece.

It was, but that story might not make it.

So I want to go around here

and see which story you might have

that we can slot in.

Why would Finn ix-nay his own story?

Nobody is ix-naying anything.

I'm preparing a contingency

in case this story unravels at the eleventh hour.

Does Finn know that you're preparing a contingency?

He's on an airplane. I am in charge.

And I'm gonna make damn sure

that this magazine lives up to its sterling reputation.

All right, who's got something?

Jeez, you think somebody's fired?

If Wick was letting a reporter go,

he wouldn't call them all in.

- Unless they're all fired. - Don't be ridiculous.

That happened at The Register.

They fired everyone but the typesetter

and the guy on Obits.

But they hired them all back the next day.

Angie, what's going on up there?

All hands on deck. I'm sure your reporters will fill you in.

Angie.

Wick is working on a back-up for the Songmy story.

He wants me to get everything Ned has for the week.

Why? Finn's story was brilliant.

Wick doesn't think it'll hold water.

I know. But once Finn lands,

this will all get sorted out.

Looks like for now it's double duty.

Ahh.

Wick: Thank you, gentlemen.

Captions?

This is scandalous.

Captions are Cindy Reston's job.