At one point, my phone died, Oppenheim cut off mid-shout. I was still in the greenroom at MSNBC. I borrowed a charger and plugged in. As I waited, a prominent on-air personality who hadn’t yet left the office sat with me and remarked casually: “Noah’s a sick fuck, and Andy’s a sick fuck, and they both need to go.” “You mean beyond this?” I asked. “There have been three things that I know of personally.” “The Access tape,” I said. “This…” “And something else. Involving talent here.” My eyes widened. But the phone was alive again, and Oppenheim was calling back.
