Chances Are Page #4

I was a stringer for

two years for Time

and I can start tonight.

Now. Two hours ago.

He's very hot. He's... He could be

our next Woodward and Bernstein.

Well, at least talk to him, Ben.

OK, Finch. Wait outside.

Right!

Thank you.

Mr Bradlee will see you now.

I'm sorry, Finch.

But did you read the one about

the kitchen workers' strike?

If I hired you, the guys in this

office would eat you for breakfast.

Believe me, you need

experience. Contacts.

Find work on a small-town paper.

Then, when you've paid your

dues, know your way around,

gimme a call.

OK.

Thanks anyway.

Bradlee doesn't know everything.

- Hi. Philip Train.

- Hi.

Philip Train...

Pulitzer Prize, 1979.

Wow.

Listen, I'm about to get a cab.

Can I drop you anywhere?

I have a car.

I can give you a ride.

I'd be honoured. Sir.

I've lived in

Washington all my life.

With the exception of six months

in Bolivia. I married a tin heiress.

Can't remember why.

She used to call me Peeleep.

Anyway, I just got out

of mistake number two.

Why don't you turn left up here?

Sorry.

- What are you doing for dinner?

- Dinner?

You're coming with me. My friends

live just down the street.

Coming?

Yeah.

Hello, hello, hello!

- Nobody home.

- God, this is a nice house!

Hi, Philip.

Hello, honey. Meet my friend,

- Alex...

- You!

- Miranda!

- Finch.

I don't believe this.

This is incredible.

Do you two know each other?

Someone should start dinner.

I'll do it.

- Get him a drink!

- Come in.

OK.

- What are you doing here?

- I came down to get a job at the Post.

- Well, how'd it go?

- Terribly.

But... things are...

definitely picking up.

So I started today. I'm

interning for this judge.

That's great.

- First in her class in law school.

- Philip...

Second.

Skipped high school entirely.

Skipped a year.

- I'm home!

- We're out here.

- Mom!

- Sweetheart!

Philip, that smells delicious!

Sorry I'm late, but we've been

looking for Dolly Madison's arm.

- Poke holes in 'em, otherwise they explode.

- Sorry, Mom!

Mom? This is Alex Finch.

- Hi, Alex.

- Hi.

Have we met before?

- I don't... think so.

- He's staying for dinner. He's homeless.

Oh! Wonderful.

I'll go change and be right back.

- She's a curator at the Smithsonian.

- And your dad?

He died before I was born.

- Sorry.

- And Philip's my godfather.

He's your mother's boyfriend?

No! No.

Well, unfortunately, my mother

never really got over my father.

Look at this. Come here.

That's my dad.

Miranda where's that corn?

So what kind of lawyer

do you want to be?

A public defender.

Supreme Court justice!

I like to fight.

Oh, honey, you'd better

get some more ice.

- I'll get it.

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