The Senator speechifies. The three women hum soulfully. He says he'll "fight for [us] like a junkyard dog." Um, okay. The EFA calls him away from the podium (yeah, right!) and says this is about "you being ruined, Senator." Because of the baby, see. He didn't even know he had a baby. The Deep Throat was the Evil Male Aide. If you care, gasp. He was the one covering everything up. And he didn't kill Barbara Bonabo; she "just took some pills and took a drive. She was distraught." So, accidental death. That makes it okay, I guess. The Senator says, "Whatever my behavior, this was wrong." Uh. Doy. The EMA is all bitter, and says everyone loves the Senator and that he's "the man." The Senator decides to tell the people the truth himself. Jimmy says he's still voting for him. Aww. Barf.
Cue the Aretha Franklin. I don't see how this conclusion is supposed to make me feel like a natural woman. The lone bunker is filled with our three gundudes, Yves, Jimmy and the baby. Jimmy is bummed that the Senator was corrupt. Yves thinks it was good he was man enough to admit the truth, but isn't " a great father." Dude, she's really into what a man should or shouldn't do, isn't she? The doorbell rings; it's the Senator. He says the three LGs and their paper is "inspiring." He came for his baby. He says, "Hello, son!" He decides to name the baby William. William Jefferson (not Clinton). The EFA knocks on the door; she came to get some of the baby's things for the Senator. Everyone just lets this happen. The TV says the first election results are in and the Senator is still in the race! Yay! And, aww! The baby is so cute! The end!