STANLEY: Previously on Alaska Daily...
Ezra Fisher?
Can I speak with you?
What's this about?
Gloria Nanmac.
- Yeah? I remember Gloria. - You knew her?
Last place she was known to be alive
was at a house belonging to Clarence Redding.
Skeeter. Yeah. I know him.
If you were looking for drugs
or just about anything else, you'd go to Skeeter's.
YUNA: How did your custody mediation thing go this morning?
- Kinda intense. - You deserve better.
Do I?
Because I don't think-- I don't-- It doesn't--
JUDGE MATHIS: Good morning, Mr. Crenshaw.
You're being charged with murder in the first degree
in the death of Gloria Nanmac. How do you plead?
Not guilty, Your Honor.
Look, Toby's case isn't unusual.
The cops get a young guy in the box without a lawyer,
he's pressured into confessing and signing a statement.
ROZ: Does that mean you're gonna take the job
at The New York Times?
If I'm being honest, I haven't decided.
Your turn. Getting an offer
from The Washington Post ain't no small feat.
I always thought I'd jump at it, but now... I don't know.
Special delivery. The records for Gloria's burner phone.
Look at the date of the last call she made.
To 911.
There has to be a recording.
And we gotta hear it.
♪
DISPATCHER: 911, what's your emergency?
GLORIA: Help.
Please help.
DISPATCHER: Ma'am, I can't hear you.
GLORIA: I don't want to die.
DISPATCHER: Can you tell me your name?
Gloria. My name is Gloria.
DISPATCHER: Where are you, Gloria?
Are you alone?
GLORIA [distorted]: I don't know.
Ezra, please...
[click]
She said "Ezra."
You're sure this date is correct?
Yeah, if that's what it says, that's what it is.
That was more than 24 hours after she was reported missing.
How could she have survived out on the tundra
with all those injuries?
ROZ: Maybe that old boat where they found her,
maybe she used it for shelter.
Why didn't anyone look for her?
We never got her location.
You're 911. Isn't it your job to figure it out?
This call came from Meade, right?
That's 500 miles from here,
and we cover five times that square mileage every day.
Over that distance, the call gets relayed so many times,
we lose the location data.
Didn't the previous governor have a plan to fix that?
Yeah, that's been the promise for years,
but getting a promise from the governor
and funds from the state are two very different things.
Cops in Meade never heard this recording, did they?
I can almost guarantee it.
♪
[car door opens]
[exhaling sharply]
[engine starts]
She said "Ezra." No question.
But with no context.
But we do know he left the party with her.
He was the last one to see her alive.
Well, still, the recording doesn't link him to her murder.
So what do we do?
We should report on this,
see if it shakes something loose.
We'll say that newly released 911 records
reveal that Gloria was alive
for more than a day after she went missing.
The lack of spending on the village infrastructure
is the reason why she couldn't reach the Meade cops.
If she had, they could have saved her life.
[sighs]
Do we drop Ezra's name?
Yeah. We'll print the recordings.
Public record.
Wish we had more.
I asked Gabriel to call the other numbers
on Gloria's phone.
We'll see if that gives us something.
It better. Toby's hearing is in two days.
Hey. Did you get that list of family law firms I sent you?
I did, thanks.
I got a meeting on the books with Lisa Battle,
mostly 'cause I liked the name.
[both chuckle]
Hey, um,
I got a call from Marcilena from The Wasilla Gazette.
- You know her? - Yeah, I do.
Marci's cool. Good reporter.
- What does she want? - To meet.
Sounded urgent.
More layoffs.
Ah, could be, yeah.
Hey, you want me to pick you something up?
No, it's okay. I brought my own lunch.
Oh. Brown bagging it.
Respect.
All right, see you in a bit.
[telephone ringing]
It's happening, isn't it?
Totally happening.
I knew it was happening.
- [laughs] - I'm kvelling.
Wait, hold on. How do we kvell?
Wait, what's kvell?
You kvell when something makes you proud and happy.
- It's from Yiddish. - Oh, yeah.
I'm not sure if we can say that without being Jewish.
I'm pretty sure anyone can kvell.
I don't know. I dated this guy from Iceland.
He was nearly destroyed for saying he wanted a siesta.
He was always tired.
So I can't kvell anymore?
Why can't you kvell?
Apparently because I'm not Jewish.
Oh, you can kvell all you want.
- What are you kvelling about?
- Nothing. - Nothing.
Oh, well, carry on kvelling.
Just no kvetching.
But not because it's appropriating.
I just don't like complainers.
Copy that.
Yuna, have you filed the school voucher story?
I did. Just waiting on some fact-checking questions.
Okay, but you're late, right?
- Right. - When in doubt, leave it out.
Get the damn story in.
That's not about you.
How you doing, Bob?
I'm okay. Why?
Just checking in.
If this is about Yuna, she needs to respect deadlines.
This isn't the first time she's blown through one.
Okay, but we all miss deadlines.
Maybe we shouldn't.
Maybe this place would be in better shape if we didn't.
Just 'cause the world's falling apart
doesn't mean we don't have a job to do.
Is it? Falling apart?
[cellphone vibrating]
I have to take this. If you'll excuse me.
Sure.
But if you need... anything, just ask.
♪
[vibrating stops]
[sighs]
♪
I appreciate you meeting me on such short notice.
Yeah, what's going on?
You think you can put in a word at The Daily Alaskan?
I need a job.
You know, I gotta be honest,
it's pretty tight at the Alaskan right now.
I thought you guys were doing okay.
Yeah, I thought so, too, but, um,
half the newsroom got axed this morning.
My God.
Yeah, I mean, nobody was getting rich or anything,
but they gathered us together this morning
and told us the paper's been sold.
- To who? - They wouldn't say.
Just, "We're sold."
Then they pulled half of us into the conference room
to tell us-- as a group--
we were being laid off, effective immediately.
- Classy. - [chuckles dryly] Yeah.
Uh, was it Horizon Capital, by chance?
They tried to buy us.
You know, I--
I don't know. Um, listen,
I don't mean to be pushy, but could you ask today?
I mean, I've got a kid and a mortgage,
and... I'm worried.
I'll ask as soon as I'm back. I promise.
And, Marci,
I'm sorry.
Thanks.
That's good.
Uh, lose that, I think.
ROZ: Yeah.
Good. Done.
Great. Send it to Stanley.
Tell him to give us a strong headline.
We need to grab eyes.
Like 911 is broke as hell and killing people?
Something like that.
Hey, I think I got a hit on those phone numbers
you asked me to check from Gloria's phone.
- Yeah? - Yeah, so most of them are names you've reported on--
Alice, Toby Crenshaw, Gallahorn,
but this number is for a Clarence Redding.
I didn't know that name.
Holy crap.
- Holy crap good? - Holy crap very good.
We know Clarence Redding.
Yeah, we do.
We call him Skeeter.
♪
[line ringing]
SARAH: Hello?
Oh, um, I'm sorry.
Uh, I thought this was Skeeter's number?
This is his old number. Who's this?
Uh, my name is Roz Friendly.
This is the only number I had.
I live in Anchorage, and I thought
that I saw him on the street the other day.
Yeah, he lives there now.
Well, in Palmer.
You from Meade?
No. Um, Southeast.
Is this his sister?
His niece.
Sarah.
Hey, Sarah.
Do you have his new number?
I'd love to reach out.
I would, but Skeeter told me
not to pass on his new number
when he gave me his phone.
I get that. Sure.
Well, if you talk to him, let him know Roz said hi.
It was really nice to see him,
and, uh, you have my number if you'd like to give it to him.
Okay.
Bye, Sarah. Have a great day.
You, too.
Should I have told her I was a reporter?
Mm, wouldn't have helped. You played it well.
[inhales deeply]
[cellphone chimes]
It's her.
"You sounded nice."
[cellphone chimes]
We have his number and his address.
Like I said, you played it well.
Let's go to Palmer.
♪
Can I help you?
Hi, there. Uh, Roz Friendly,
Eileen Fitzgerald with The Daily Alaskan.
Are you Skeeter?
I go by Clarence now.
We can talk outside.
We were hoping to talk to you about a woman
we're reporting on, Gloria Nanmac.
Do you remember her?
Yeah. I do.
Several people we talked to placed her
at your house the night she went missing.
Is that true?
[sighs]
Why are you asking about Gloria?
Thought they got Toby Crenshaw for her murder.
Isn't that all over?
We're just filling out a timeline for a story.
Just tying up loose ends.
Yeah. She came by that night.
Bunch of other people, too.
Including Ezra Fisher?
Yeah, he was there.
Was his son, Jackson, there, too?
[exhales deeply]
Yeah.
♪
Ezra told us that he left your house that night
to get Jackson and never came back.
Why would he lie about that?
Yeah, um, I don't know.
It was a long time ago.
Hard to remember everything, you know?
Do you remember what happened to your home?
'Cause we couldn't find it.
I sold it to my buddy's brother.
He put it on a sled and moved it down to Nasiq,
next village over.
Why did you leave Meade so quickly
after Gloria disappeared?
Nancy got pregnant.
She wanted to leave, so we did.
Look, I... [sighs]
They changed my life.
I'm not that guy anymore.
I believe that.
But Toby Crenshaw is about to go to prison for a long time,
and we both know he didn't kill Gloria.
Are you okay with that?
Uh, I just...
I'm done talking about this.
Just leave me alone.
♪
He knows more than he's telling us.
Yeah.
- ROZ: So we come back? - We have to.
Excuse me.
Are you the ones that wrote that article today?
About the 911 recordings?
Yeah. We did.
♪
NANCY: Just tell them, Clarence.
♪
Look, you got a-a good life here, Clarence.
I understand why you left your crowd back in Meade,
but, you know, if you know anything
about what happened to Gloria, you're gonna screw all this up.
NANCY: Just tell them.
Just tell us what?
She said Ezra's name in the 911 recording.
They're going to get him.
CLARENCE: Stop it.
I'm no lawyer, but if you know something
and you come clean, there's always a deal to be made.
I don't need a deal.
ROZ: You sure about that?
You could go to the DA,
ask for immunity in exchange for your testimony.
But if Ezra talks first and throws you under the bus,
it's gonna be bad.
NANCY: Tell them.
You shouldn't have to keep his secrets anymore.
♪
Ezra left his kid in my bedroom
when he took off with Gloria, and she was pretty out of it.
Where did they go?
CLARENCE: I don't know.
He said he was just dropping her home,
but he didn't come back for hours,
and when he did, he told me to start a burn barrel.
What did he want to burn?
A bag of clothes, uh, his clothes.
Was he wearing different clothes when he came back to your house?
He changed. Yeah.
He told me that he'd kill me if I told anyone.
And then he left with Jackson.
So you burned his stuff and went to bed?
Yeah.
But, um...
not everything burned.
What didn't burn?
I figured I needed some kind of security.
So I hid them in the house.
In the house we couldn't find?
What didn't burn, Clarence?
♪
[breathes shakily]
♪
STANLEY: I'll be blunt.
You're screwing me here.
Getting things to you that early is deeply problematic.
- Stanley, I realize-- - STANLEY: To state the obvious,
we're the biggest printing job in Anchorage.
So, why is this happening?
There's a new player in town.
They have lots of money and lots of demands.
- Who is this new player? - I can't say.
Not until the deal is closed.
I'm sorry, Stanley.
You've always been a good partner,
but it's just too much money.
[sighs] Hmm.
CLAIRE: Who's taking our 9:00 p.m.?
I'm trying to find out.
A 7:00 p.m. print deadline means we have to file at 3:00 p.m.
We won't be able to report half the day's news.
Yeah. We'll be in trouble.
I mean, why would they...
We've been the only daily paper in this town since--
Since the last daily paper went out of business?
- Is there a new daily paper? - Apparently.
They're gonna try and poach our public notices and inserts.
Not to mention, if they do have deep pockets,
they can subsidize their losses and bleed us dry.
I just saw Marci from The Wasilla Gazette.
She said they got bought.
- By who? - She didn't know.
Circle back with her.
See if she knows anything else.
AUSTIN: Will do.
CLAIRE: There was a group out of Juneau
sniffing around the paper a few years ago,
funded by that guy who owns the Heavy Equipment chain.
Yeah. Uh, Victor Bernard?
Yeah. That's him.
Bernard. Bad dude.
- Yuna, look into it. - Okay.
I've known Frank Lester for years.
- I'll give him a call. - Who's that?
Editor of the Gazette.
- I'll put out some feelers too. - Okay.
- Let me know if I can help. - STANLEY: Yeah.
♪
[clattering]
♪
You seeing this, ladies?
We're seeing it.
♪
McKENNA: Two crutches.
I'll hand them off to Trooper Wilson.
He'll keep chain of custody intact,
bring them to Anchorage.
Quyanaq, Chief.
Absolutely. Quyanaq.
Glad I could be of help.
The proverbial smoking crutches.
Right.
Skeeter was on the record, right?
He was.
How long before Toby Crenshaw's plea change hearing?
36 hours.
We need to publish again, try and move the needle.
- Definitely. - Okay, what do we have?
We have Clarence saying that Ezra left with Gloria
and returned hours later with her crutches
and wearing different clothes.
After Ezra threatened him,
Clarence burned the clothes that Ezra was wearing that night
and hid Gloria's crutches in the wall of his house.
It's him, Stanley.
Ezra killed Gloria.
He did. We got him.
Write it up.
♪
Thanks, Frank.
And thanks for calling me back.
I know it's a tough time.
The Gazette deserves better.
You deserve better.
Take care.
[sighs]
Hey.
Did you follow up with Marci?
AUSTIN: I did. She didn't know anything else.
- Mm. - Said the vibe's really weird.
A lot of rumors swirling.
Nothing about Victor Bernard?
AUSTIN: No. Well, at least not yet.
I did a deeper dive on him.
He's scary.
He got indicted twice on racketeering charges.
Yep. That's who we want running a daily newspaper.
I just heard Victor's in D.C. right now.
I wonder if that has something to do with the sale.
- YUNA: Mm. - BOB: Well, if it's Victor, he's got big plans.
I just got off the phone with Frank Lester.
And?
Not only is the new owner rebranding the Gazette,
they're expanding.
Wait, so they're laying people off,
but they're expanding?
With who?
Frank didn't know.
How does the editor not know who's buying them?
Because he was fired.
He got canned, too?
- Who replaced him? Does he know? - Oh, he knows.
Dennis Gibson is replacing him.
Dennis Gibson?!
He's a blogger, not an editor.
And he hates us. All he does is attack us.
Well, he's about to have a much larger platform
from which to do so.
[buzzer]
So... Ezra did it?
We think so.
Yes.
So can I go?
No, Toby, you-- you can't go.
But I'm not gonna have to change my plea to guilty, right?
This guy Ezra did it. They're gonna let me out.
You're sure as hell not gonna plead guilty,
but whatever happens is gonna take a minute.
I don't understand.
The DA has to be willing to act on Clarence Redding's statement
and the evidence found in his house.
JIMMY: We need the DA to believe
that he can build a winnable case against Ezra.
- But... - You signed a confession.
That's a cakewalk for them.
The DA is lazy.
We have to make it easy for them.
JIMMY: But here's the good news.
Our reporter friends here have dug up
a lot of reasonable doubt.
So if they don't charge Ezra Fisher and exonerate you,
we'll have to go to trial, but now,
we have a pretty good chance of getting an acquittal.
A good chance?
But what about bail?
I can't stay in here anymore.
Can you get me out on bail?
Not without a hearing. But I...
Look, I can file for one. It's just...
It's gonna take a minute.
♪
The Eagle has totally revamped their site.
None of those small, niche ads
for apocalypse supplies or whatever.
Some major legit advertisers now.
It has begun.
- The rise of Dennis Gibson. - Hmm.
No wonder he's been dodging my calls.
He's too big for us now.
How did you find out where he lives?
We do book club at his house.
[chuckles]
Roz. Uh, she had it.
Paid him a visit while Eileen and Gabriel were held hostage.
Mm.
And here we are.
[gearshift clanks]
♪
[engine starts]
♪
YUNA: And there goes Dennis.
♪
On it.
♪
What's he doing?
Yeah, why's he doing it here?
YUNA: These are the old Harlan Oil offices.
AUSTIN: Yeah.
Do you want to approach him?
Let's give it a minute.
Curious.
Your story's number three and climbing.
People are reading it.
ROZ: Let's hope the DA has.
Did you e-mail him?
And everyone else in his office.
Hey, there are people gathering outside the DA's office.
- Demonstration? - Looks that way.
I'm heading that direction. I'll take a look.
Maybe I'll give him a call, see if he wants to comment
- on the growing foot traffic. - Good idea.
Anything to keep the pressure on.
We gotta flush him out.
DA just announced a press conference.
- Consider him flushed. - [taps wall]
♪
- [camera shutters clicking] - The State of Alaska
has decided to drop the charges
of murder in the first degree,
sexual assault in the first degree,
and aggravated assault against Toby Crenshaw.
Ezra Fisher of Anchorage was arrested a few minutes ago
for the murder of Gloria Nanmac.
Now, Governor Thacker would like to make a brief statement.
Good afternoon.
I can say with certainty that Alaska is safer for all women
since the arrest of Ezra Fisher.
The system may be imperfect, but today, it worked.
To see it continue working, the Department of Public Safety
will be put under review, and adjustments will be made.
But I want to make one thing very clear...
Thacker found his scapegoat.
GOVERNOR THACKER: ...that suggestions from the media
over the past few months that the State of Alaska
is somehow responsible for the death of Gloria Nanmac
are both false and offensive.
It's fake news, folks.
The truth is, Ezra Fisher and Ezra Fisher alone
killed Gloria, and for that, he will pay.
- [reporters clamoring] - No questions at this point.
MAN: Governor!
This guy.
- Yeah. - Let's file this.
♪
[taps arm]
I like stakeouts with you.
Do we have to tell Stanley?
You mean that we're involved?
There are rules about this stuff.
I mean, are we supposed to inform HR?
That's only if there's a power differential.
Is there?
I mean, I am a bit senior to you,
but we're both reporters,
and you do scare the hell out of me.
Fear is good.
Keeps things honest.
Well, definitely gonna tell HR you said that.
You do, and I'll destroy you.
- [truck door opens] - [gasps]
Look.
AUSTIN: Okay. Here we go.
♪
Well, cue the bad-guy music.
♪
No...
Way.
[cellphone rings]
Hey, Stanley.
Are you still in Anchorage?
AARON: Yeah, I had some work to finish up. What's up?
We just found out who's financing the new daily in town.
It's your father.
♪
My father?
He's merging the Anchorage Eagle Blog
with The Wasilla Gazette,
and they're setting up their new office
in the old Harlan Oil building.
Aaron, I'd like to believe
that this is just business, but--
AARON: It's not.
It's personal.
If I know my father, he's gonna come after us
with everything he's got.
That's how he works.
You cut him, he destroys you.
Understood.
♪
Thanks for calling, Stanley.
STANLEY: You got it.
♪
What's up?
They freed Toby and arrested Ezra.
Why don't I feel any better?
They're just symptoms, not the disease.
We're not done yet.
♪
So, the moment of truth.
Are you staying or going?
Anchorage or New York?
You first.
I'm staying.
The Post is a great paper. Love to live in D.C.
But this is my community.
I still have a lot of work to do here.
The Alaskan is lucky to have you.
Your turn.
♪
[cellphone chimes]
EILEEN: Saved by the DM.
And it's a doozy.
From someone called "Disillusioned."
"You've shined a light in dark places, but you're not done yet.
LRS192. Happy hunting."
- LRS192? What the hell's that? - [cellphone keyboard clicking]
Um, all I'm getting is waste management,
health services...
road services.
Ask them what we missed.
"What do you mean, we're not done yet?
What did we miss?"
[cellphone chimes]
"They knew what to do. They just didn't do it."
Who's they?
EILEEN: "Who is they?"
[cellphone chimes]
"Do your job. Investigate."
♪
Listen up, gang.
Does anyone know what LRS192 means?
Competition or a riddle?
ROZ: Both. Anyone?
LRS192.
Legislative Research Services.
Ugh. I hate not winning.
They publish reports for the Alaska Legislature.
- Michael for the win. - He's right.
Damn you, Michael.
Anyone know where those records are kept?
The Legislative Information Office on Minnesota and Benson.
ROZ: Got it. Thanks, guys.
♪
[keyboard clacking]
Uh, there is no report 192.
No report 192? At all?
Nope. Checked twice.
Is there a report 191?
[keyboard clacking]
- [computer beeps] - CLERK: Yep. Right here.
What about report 193?
[computer beeps]
CLERK: Yep. Got it.
So it's only report 192 that's missing?
Yep. Weird.
Sorry.
Thanks.
It's me.
- LRS192 is missing. - EILEEN: Hm.
Maybe we pay one more visit to our old buddy Brenda.
Commissioner Haynes will see you.
She has five minutes.
Should be enough.
[keyboard clacking]
Maybe I should just have a standing appointment
for you two.
Thanks for squeezing us in.
Well, actually, I'm just curious.
What else could you possibly want?
How about file LRS192?
What is that?
Legislative Research Service Report 192.
We'd like to take a look at it, but it's missing.
Files go missing.
It might be missing 'cause someone didn't want it to be seen.
We think this is important.
- ROZ: Are you familiar with it? - No, I'm not.
It had something to do with the MMIW crisis.
- Look, we have a-- - ROZ: Task force. We know.
Did you bury the report?
Did you erase it from the LRS servers?
You have no idea how this system works.
ROZ: So tell us.
Look, Thacker just threw you under the bus
at the press conference.
This isn't the time to be a good soldier.
The Governor and I have a great relationship.
ROZ: Do you?
I have a source in Juneau that tells me
Thacker's shopping your job.
Don't pull that crap with me.
EILEEN: Brenda.
This is one of those times in life.
Do the right thing here.
Be on the right side of history.
I'm sorry, but I have another appointment.
Mm. So am I.
[elevator bell dings]
♪
- Love that woman. - She's just the best.
She didn't give it to you?
Nope.
You're Disillusioned.
You DM'd me, didn't you, Mary Anne?
I thought if I gave her the chance
to do the right thing, she would.
What's in the report?
Real solutions to solve the MMIW crisis,
and they just ignored it.
Can you get us a copy?
- No. - Who has it?
Not sure. A lot of people saw it.
The Governor's chief of staff, probably.
She has one.
But even if I could, I-I wouldn't give it to you.
So you're a loyal whistleblower?
Yeah.
Guess I'm pretty messed up, huh?
Don't stop, okay?
[elevator bell dings]
So you think they created this report and then they ditched it?
- Why? - Money. Politics.
Apathy. Racism.
- All of the above. - Stay on it.
It feels like this is at the heart of our reporting
on the systemic problems.
We need somebody to go on the record.
- We go back to Mary Anne. - EILEEN: Doubt it.
She's busted, and not in a good way.
Is there a good version of busted?
- Me? - [chuckles]
I need caffeine. Anyone?
- Always. Black. - EILEEN: All right.
HAYNES: Eileen.
Commissioner. Are you stalking me?
My assistant quit today.
She told me she's leaving public service altogether.
Well, if it helps, she wouldn't turn on you.
She told me she got into politics because of me.
And I was also the reason she was leaving.
Mary Anne cared.
She believed she could make a difference.
Now she doesn't.
That's tough. I'm sorry.
This is the report.
♪
Brenda, this is only good if we know who made it go away.
- We need a-- - Bad guy?
There isn't just one.
An assistant or deputy or department head
or chief of staff or deputy chief.
Any one or all of them could have pulled it off the server.
You don't need a bad guy when you've got a bad culture.
We still need a reason.
You know the reason.
It just wasn't a priority.
It should have been.
On the record?
Yeah.
On the damn record.
Thanks.
♪
ROZ: "Two years ago, Gloria Nanmac's body
was discovered under an overturned boat
on the tundra three miles outside the village of Meade.
Why her murder went unsolved for so long
is a story of a broken system that has failed to protect
Alaska Native women and men for centuries.
The Daily Alaskan acquired a copy of a report
delivered to Governor Thacker's administration that provided
a litany of solutions for this broken system.
They are straightforward.
Improved healthcare access for Alaska Natives,
increased trained policing for rural communities,
investments in a DNA database to track repeat offenders,
a functioning 911 system.
The report was abandoned.
Yet if any of these solutions had been implemented,
Gloria Nanmac could be alive today."
Let's get a read from Bob, then it goes to legal and copy.
Guys, she's here.
I'm sorry to interrupt your day,
but I just wanted to take a moment
to express my gratitude.
When Eileen approached me
about reporting on the murder of my daughter, Gloria,
I slammed the door in her face.
And then she returned with Roz, and I would have done the same,
except there was no door to slam.
[laughter]
So, I listened and watched
with growing admiration and awe
as these two women,
with your support, sought the truth.
And just as the whale gives itself to us
when our intentions are right, the truth gave itself to them.
One or two people cannot land the mighty Agviq.
It takes a committed crew.
God willing, your work will prevent more of our women
and men from suffering the same fate as my Gloria.
Quyanaqpauraq uummatinmiñ.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Quyanaq.
Aaá.
Quyanaq.
♪
Quyanaq.
Thank you. Thank you.
WOMAN: Yá tula.eesháani ka toonéekw yee kát uagúdi aa,
gunalchéesh áwé yeeylateení wé yaakw.
Ldakát aax wududziháayi aa kagéiyi yís,
yées daséikw yá yaakw tóode gaxtootée.
♪
MAN: Yá ganaltáak yéi teeyí kaa saax'ú,
kusaxán has du jeet agatee, yá aax wududziháayi aa.
Yá haa káx gugaháayi s'éik kayéil' haa jeet agatee.
[drum beating]
♪
[laughter]
- I feel like... - Mm-hmm. Cheers.
[indistinct conversations]
♪ She's got a one-track mind
♪ Thinks about it all the time ♪
- ♪ Can't eat - [muffled] Don't be a baby.
♪ Can't sleep
♪ Looking in the mirror
More! More, please!
♪ You've lost your soul
Tonight feels like a good night.
Doesn't every night at the Beard?
- JAMIE: Definitely not. - [chuckles]
No. [chuckles]
So, we going up tomorrow?
I'd love to. Got a destination in mind?
No, I'm not really much of a destination guy.
You're more of a journey guy?
No, I'm more of a "I'll do anything to spend more time with you" kind of guy.
You got guts, Pilot Poet.
And you're cute.
- Good combo. - [chuckles]
You guys Instagram official now?
Insta-what?
Just remember where it all started, Eileen from New York.
How could I forget, Karla from Houston?
Do you guys need anything else?
I'll take a beer. On the rookie.
You heard the lady.
Coming right up.
Welcome.
Nice to see you two on, uh, Planet Earth.
Yeah, we're Instacart officials. I don't know if you heard.
It's very exciting.
- Not even close. - JAMIE: No?
- No. - JAMIE: Okay.
Jamie, would you excuse us for a minute?
I have some unfinished business with Ms. Fitzgerald.
Uh, yeah. Sure.
Due at the pool table anyway.
♪ Baby, better run away
So, it's time.
What are you doing?
Are you staying or are you going?
Okay.
You want an answer?
I'll give you one.
I'm sorry, Roz, but...
...I'm staying.
[chuckles] I knew it.
You can't live without me.
That, and I feel like this place
can use all the help it can get.
Uh, hey, everybody.
First official press release from the Anchorage Eagle.
- Oh. - Uh-oh.
Compliments of Conrad Pritchard.
Ugh.
- Boo. - Boo.
"Coming in three months,
the daily paper Alaskans deserve.
In print and online, The Anchorage Eagle."
[crowd booing]
Okay, well, say what you guys want.
The Pritchard family keeps things interesting.
AARON: Yes, we do.
[laughter]
You should get down now.
- Yeah, that's good advice. - Yeah, very.
Well...
To address the elephant in the room,
the rumors are true.
My father is creating a paper to rival ours.
It's personal for him. He wants a war.
That's how he operates.
And as your publisher, I will tell you right now,
he will not get one.
Instead, we are gonna continue to do what this paper does best.
We will pursue the truth fearlessly, without favor.
We will give voice to the voiceless,
and we will shine a light on crime and corruption.
If we make a mistake,
we'll correct it and learn from it.
♪
But we will not back down.
And we will never, ever quit.
Huzzah!
ALL: Huzzah!
Huzzah!
[laughter]
♪
I didn't know this was still a thing.
Once in a while.
When a story reminds me why I became a journalist.
Thanks for showing up in my lobby.
The most reckless thing I've ever done.
Ditto.
And that's saying something.
- But I never doubted it. - [beeping, door opens]
I did.
[chuckles]
What is it about this place, Alaska?
It's huge and empty and dark and bright and...
like nowhere else,
yet somehow, I still feel like...
♪
Like you're part of something?
Yeah. That. It's nice.
CHUCK: Good story, guys.
Chuck. Thank you.
CHUCK: Anytime.
Mm.
Still warm.
♪
Sure looks good.
It does.
And so does that.
♪