okay, promos are approved, let's--
i would have swore i already said this, but promos are approved. now * can we move on? *
evan, you'11 know something when i know something. bruce bursts into the room. the meeting stops. jack doesn't need to say anything, he just looks at his watch.
nice story, bruce, but we're going with evan's piece on the sex scandal at the mayor's office for sweeps. this hits bruce hard. a beat of silence.
okay, knock it off.  bruce we're holding your story in reserve. now, can we get back to the board so we have something to air today? jack continues with assignments. evan sits smugly, as bruce slides down into his chair, deflated.
sure, bruce. what do you need?
you don't want to be like evan. evan's an asshole.
no, bruce. you can't. bruce thinks, then flips jack's sandwich plate over. it scatters on the floor. jack and bruce stare at each other for a beat.
are you going to pick that up?
look, bruce. you're a good reporter. you make people laugh. god knows today we can use it. bruce slumps, he's heard this a thousand times before. * jack * alright, tell you what. it's the * 23rd anniversary of the maid of the mist. i want you at niagara falls in an hour.
yep.
well now you and evan get the live feeds.
yes, but watch yourself, bruce. i've seen your outtakes. bruce hugs jack, pressing the sandwich against his chest.
what's going on?
he may not have audio. check his feed, have susan cover.
come on, bruce, talk damn-it.  okay, get ready to pull the plug.
thank god. jack pats the director's shoulder, heads out of the room.
did i just hear?
alright, cut the feed! cut to black if you have to.
look, i'll be straight. we want you back, bruce. i want to tell you, it wasn't my decision to let you go. when the big guy gives the order, i gotta.
you did that in a day?
i haven't been the best father in the world.
i cur se a lo t. i c hea t on my ta xe s. my w ife u se d t o mak e my kids call me, when she was alive.  . now, i go to strip clubs, and dri nk a ll nig ht. bu t at le ast their open unt il four. w hat are you doing tonight?
yeah, i gotcha. it feels good to get that out. thank you. jack gives bruce a big hug.
look, it's not in my power to give you a nchor, but as far as field repor ting goes, if you're looking for a bump.
what the hell is that? evan is starting to visibly sweat.
look this isn't easy for me. we're starting to get some complaints and.  well, bobby, things just aren't working out.
an, you can keep the cart if you like. we can see bobby's breath now.
the world's gone mad. jack clicks off the monitor. bruce hustles in from make-up. an air of forced confidence about him. nothing and no one is going to ruin his big moment.
oh, there you are. your big debut. how you feeling?
okay, the sabers just won the stanley cup. it's getting pretty crazy out there. we're going to kick live to fred at the stadium. oh, and bruce, you won the pool again. exact score, dead on. twenty-three to one, who would have thought.
this is it, you good? bruce nods, straightens in his chair, prepares for his dream
what happened? what the hell happened? the stage manager listens to his wire.
aw, geez. ever since that damn asteroid hit. the power comes back up.
what the hell? bruce covers.
oh, for the love of godl what is it now? the stage manager again listens to his wire.
so what about you? what will you do?
permission granted. bruce turns to go, then turns back.