"We're nearly done. All cameras on me. This new regime of ours is so... Seductive. I understand that. But before we all hand off our freedoms, shouldn't we ask to whom we're handing them over? Don't you wanna know what's being done in your name? How many people were transitioned last month? A record high. Again. If you care. Shouldn't someone ask Advance how they plan to deal with this blockade? How many years or months of supplies we have? Why aren't we asking these questions, instead of "Whose shit is this"? There's a cat backstage, dressed as a fucking goalie for Christ's sake... He's even got the little gloves. Anyway. That's why I arranged for you all to see that broadcast in the last break. I didn't know it was going to be him... But I guess that just about sums it up. We are all up shit creek, with a paddle made of Alan fucking James. Christ, it's all so fucking pointless... I was gonna quit tonight. Take a holiday. Try something else. Out of the limelight. Maybe try having a relationship. I hear they're nice. Never tried it. I... I loved the news. And now, well... [Jenny: God, Jeremy, don't!] I've tried my best to be honest with you, but... this just isn't the news anymore. And I'm sorry! [Jenny: Cut to the Ads!] I've lost this fight. [Jenny: Alex. Cut to the Ads! Boseman: Alex, think of the consequences!] I've let you down. [Jenny: Please, we can't show this, cut to the Ads!] All of you. My name's Jeremy Donaldson. [Jenny: Now! Do it now!] If you can... Somehow. And I envy you if you can. Have a peaceful night."