I don't know if they will announce it before your board meeting.
Well, as long as I can say the donation is coming.
As soon as it's official, Sancorp will write you the check.
This is going to be a big year for us.
Community of what?
I would say immigration, banking or education, but...
None of my regular sources can confirm that.
They don't know, or because they're not talking?
Because they don't know.
Keep at it, get me something.
Sorry, I'm so sorry Mr. Hammerschmidt.
Did it take him a year to remember your name?
Good morning, Lucas.
What can I do for you, Zoe?
I am sick of the Fairfax county council.
You tell me everyday. Move me online.
My own blog.
First person, subjective, 500 words.
Not gonna happen. I'll go underground.
backrooms, the urinals!
I'll win over staff members on the Hill.
They need a place to vent.
A gossip column? No. We'll lift the veil.
What's really going on.
This is the Washington Herald, Zoe.
Do you know how many people who watch TMZ?
I couldn't care less.
Which is why print journalism is dying.
Then it will die with dignity. At least with this paper.
You are stuck in the 20th century, Lucas,
you lack imagination.
Maybe so, but right now I don't need imagination,
I need copy.
Your nights and weekends are yours,
I applaud whatever you want to do,
as long as its not on my time.
You're telling me to go back to work? I am.
What you're really telling me is to fuck off.
I'm telling you both.
It's Mr. Chapman already, from Provence Trust.
Hold my calls, Christina.
It's good to see you.
How long are you in town for? Just today.
What? You gotta come back down for the inauguration.
I can hook you up.
How about you hook me up with
the zoning laws you promised to get changed?
We got 12 millions sitting in escrow
for an empty lot we can't build on.
I know, but you gotta understand...
It's a local municipal issue.
I can't just pick up the phone...
Because that's not what you lead us to believe
when you begged for 50 grand in donations.
Just one second.
Christina, I said no calls,
not while I'm meeting with Mr. Chapman.
Do you mind? No, go ahead please.
Put him trough Christina.
Yes, we were pleased to win by double digits.
Absolutely, anything you need.
I need you to put your long, wet, talented tongue
between my tights
and make me squeal like Monica Lewin...
Okay, thank you, sir.
I'm so sorry...
where were we?
what's he like?
The Presidentelect running late?
No, he couldn't make it. I'll brief him, though.
This is the memo, I've drafted,
on our Middle East policy we've been developing.
Now, I want to borrow from Reagan.
I'd like to coin the phrase "Trickledown diplomacy".