One last Will fit when Mackenzie asks him to move his Blackberry out of frame and they’re live. And it’s tragic. The wackjobs are wackjobs, Will indulges them even though even Fox & Friends and the fourth hour of the Today Show features more lucid guests, Maggie continues her scorched earth policy of being a raging asshole to anyone who tries to talk to her, Mackenzie finally remembers that defending incompetence brings the whole team down, and Will defends Palin’s comment conflating The Little Dutch Boy and foreign aid to clean up the spill. Okay then.
With the fiasco done, Will goes to Charlie to apologize for the show “bordering on unprofessional.” Charlie must have won some money back from the punk middle schooler because he makes a funny instead of reaming Will. He also makes a crack about Mackenzie’s email and the tens of thousands of people at the parent company who received it, including the tabloid magazine staff. Then Charlie gets all thoughtful and kind and tells Will he wished he knew about the split because he’d have found a way to make Will feel better, but he still needs to run a tighter ship, which Will accepts, and to stop his daily meetings with Reese, which Will isn’t as keen on.
See that teeny, tiny speck off in the sunset…that’s your professionalism jumping off a cliff.
Jim’s in the newsroom watching Gov. Brewer on CNN and licking his wounds when Neal asks if he wants to join them at a shit karaoke bar for cheap drinks and tuna jerky. It may be awful, but it’s close, it’s open late (they’re talking at 9:15) and it’s cheap. Because you know what’s really hard to find in Manhattan? A bar in walking distance that stays open late:
Including a place called the Pig & Whistle. I’m pretty sure it’s affordable.
Regardless, the day can’t get any worse so Jim agrees and leaves with Neal…just in time to miss Will who probably forgot their on his staff anyway, have his fifteenth argument with Mackenzie, this time about including the Palin BS in the broadcast and asking “Victoria’s Secret” to do a five minute nightly economic report, and stay classy Will because that’s not demeaning or sexist to Sloan at all. Are you sure you’re name isn’t Richard?
Mackenzie continues demanding that Will take responsibility and be the Big Daddy they all need and have some integrity and stop watching numbers and needing to be loved by his audience and that was about 60% inspirational and 40% bullshit, so progress. She tells him it’s Friday and she needs to know by Monday if he’s on board with the new format. She storms off into her office and Will looks like he’s got wood while someone’s singing Colbie Caillat.
Oh, it’s the karaoke bar with the morose staff. Gary tries to give them a pep talk about how they’re 2.0 and they can do this, but no one’s drunk enough to buy what he’s selling. Except Maggie. Jim gets up to talk to her but Don slides onto the stool next to her to talk. He’s still pitching for her to come with him to Elliott’s show, but she says no since he’s only asking because she’s his girlfriend. When he’s all “No duh” she goes off on another of her long line of bullshit tirades, saying they should break up and blaming him for not being “supportive” of her. (Read, indulgent and unquestioning.) She whines about being broke and living in a closet and Will’s kind of a massive, insensitive dick but he’s trying to do good so it’s Even Steven but Don’s a big meanie who wants Will to fail…
And FINALLY Don shuts her up by agreeing with her. They should break up. She, like the strong and drunk off her ass feminist that she is, whines for him not to leave “like this” and mewls that she said the wrong thing. Don just kisses her on the top of her head and walks out.
Mr. Fruity Drink. You’re my only friend.