At a G.E. plant or office or something (we can't tell. It's just a room with a G.E. logo posted), Ronnie is giving a speech about how great America is. He warns about Big Government and how it wants to tell you what doctor to see and what school to send your kids to. Yeah, that integration thing was a bitch. Ronnie tells a group of employees, "You and I have a rendezvous with destiny." He asks if they'll preserve freedom or doom their children to a lifetime of tyranny. The...uh...the first one? Much clapping and hooting. Ronnie gives good speech. Afterward, he signs some autographs and says he has to catch a train to Atlanta. A man in a jaunty hat offers him a ride to the train station. Don't do it, Ronnie! It's the Devil!
The Devil drives Ronnie in the rain at night. He asks if Ronnie was working off a script for his little speech. Nope. The words and the convictions are his own, Ronnie says. The hair? Total Dapper Dan. The compassionate ride-giver (who happens to be the Devil) says that the "rendezvous with destiny" thing was FDR. He asks if Ron is a Democrat. Yep. "You sure don't talk like one," the guy says. Ron says that the Democrats have changed, not him. The Devil introduces himself as Ben Weldon. Wait, he didn't introduce himself before Ron got in his car? The guy says he works for the Republican Party. It is the Devil! He says he's got some patriots he wants Ron to meet.
We go to a black-tie party under a canopy. Soft piano music plays, and people are dancing. Ron is entertaining a group of people at a table by telling them that Big Government is like a baby: a big appetite at one end and no responsibility at the other. Not much laughter or chuckling there from people at his table. "Hail Satan!" comes by and introduces two of his friends: Alfred Bloomingdale and Holmes Tuttle. Has there ever been a more confused name than "Holmes Tuttle?" They're introduced as the two men who control what's left of California's economy. One of them tells Ronnie that Knute Rockne is his favorite movie of all time. Ronnie gets asked again if he's a Democrat. "He's a Democrat...for now," The Devil says.
At another table, a socialite is telling a table full of women, including Nancy, that she had her kids' horoscopes done the month before. She calls her kids "little monsters." The women at the table start talking about Christina Taylor, an astrologer whose column they all read. Nancy is very curious. The woman talking about the astrologer is Betsy Bloomingdale. I have a feeling she and Nancy are going to be close friends. Nancy mentions that she's pregnant and wants a boy. There's a designer Betsy wants Nancy to meet. She suggests that Nancy might even get dresses for free: After all, she's Ronald Reagan's wife. Marriage-ship has its privileges.