Once they’re in his office Will starts acting like a punk, actively ignoring her and looking at the newspaper while she tries to make small talk. Dick. As Mackenzie tries to go a little deeper, talking about how she tried to get in touch with him a lot over the last three years and did he get her emails, he says he did…he just didn’t read them. Oh important white man, why are you so important?
While he decides bitch smoking is the best course of action, Mackenzie starts in on the small talk, again, before getting to the heart of the matter, saying that she’s so sure it will work she signed a three-year contract, which is the longest she’s ever signed. Will tells her it’s not a three-year contract anymore, it’s a 156-week contract whereby he has the option to fire her at the end of each week, but he’ll give her a couple of months so he doesn’t get raked over the coals, again, for being a dick. He gave up $1 million a year in salary for the privilege.
Now do you remember why you ran to the Middle East to get away from me?
Don comes back from his pizza meeting so Maggie can introduce him to Jim and the men can get into a chest-thumping, dick-measuring contest. Turns out Jim doesn’t have to woo Maggie, he just has to be butcher than Don because he was Mackenzie’s producer in the field…in Iraq, Afghanistan and sometimes Pakistan.
First Don tries demeaning Jim’s experience, wondering if he ever produced in a studio (he has, for a year) then switches tacks to what a loon Mackenzie is and how patriotic she is, considering she’s not even American (She’s actually a British anchor baby.) and Jim keeps “jovially” swatting Don down. Knowing, but not acknowledging, that he’s beat Don smarms a welcome and drags Maggie away, ostensibly to find out how much trouble he’s in with her. Like the strong feminist she is, Maggie says she’s over it.
Haha, you’re awful.
Back in Will’s office, Mackenzie’s trying to get Will to lighten up, if not for her than for her staff that came with her. Mackenzie grossly overestimated the milk of human kindness that flows through Will and he just barks at her that they fucked up by trusting her.
His outburst shuts up the newsroom long enough for Jim to hear the news alert go off. No one listens to him so he brings it to Don’s attention, who blows it off because the alert is yellow. The rest of the newsroom also ignores Jim so when he hears the news alert one more time he checks it. There’s been an explosion in the Gulf and Jim and Neal bond over being the only people who seem to know that there are oil rigs in the Gulf of Florida. Don sends some blonde extra, Tess, to cover the assignment desk.
While Will and Mackenzie continue to obliquely discuss their failed relationship, the newsroom is tracking the BP oil rig explosion. Although emergency rescue crews were dispatched and 12 to 15 people are believed missing, Lettie Mae lets us know that the alert is still yellow so Don isn’t prioritizing the story. Noble Jim, though, can tell it’s going to be major and tells him they just haven’t updated the color and thinks someone should tell Will.
Don patronizes Jim some more, telling him he has no intention to step into that lion’s den and since Jim doesn’t work there, yet, he may as well just sit his pretty little ass down. Don asks some random if there’s anything new, in the last five seconds, and random says no. Noble Jim thinks there might be but Don says there won’t. What? Suddenly Don’s become lazy and dumb? It’s only the pilot. Retconning should take more than 35 minutes.
Oh hey, Lettie Mae. Congratulations on getting the hell out of Bon Temps.
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