KATIE TUR 2016 FULL
KATIE TUR 2016 TV

After the вЂњyouвЂ™ll never be presidentвЂќ episode, heвЂ™s jogged between berating me and buttering me up. My вЂњsix-week assignmentвЂќ is now six months of everdeepening weirdness between Trump and me. You canвЂ™t speak like that to a presidential candidate. Hope Hicks interjects: вЂњHeвЂ™s a presidential candidate. Thankfully, I bite my tongue before the words are out. He looks me straight in the eye and lands what he must think is the harshest insult of all: вЂњYouвЂ™ll never be president!вЂќ How would he get the audio of the interview, for one thing, and where are the cameras? I look up and I donвЂ™t see any, unless he means the security footage.

KATIE TUR 2016 FULL

вЂњIf you donвЂ™t,вЂќ he says, вЂњwe have cameras in here weвЂ™ll release the full footage!вЂќ вЂњItвЂ™s not up to me how much of the interview gets used,вЂќ I say, вЂњbut I know that we wonвЂ™t deceivingly edit you.вЂќ What is he talking about? DidnвЂ™t we just shake hands? Did I do something wrong? вЂњYou better air that interview in full!вЂќ he says. But I think IвЂ™ve got plenty for the producers to work with, so after heвЂ™s finished answering my last question I say, вЂњThank you.вЂќ Does he really want to keep talking? I canвЂ™t tell. Twenty-nine minutes later, IвЂ™ve asked all my prepared questions, and IвЂ™m surprised he hasnвЂ™t stopped me yet. Is that a tomato or a radish?ДЄfter my top five questions are in, I ask five more, and then five more.Дonald Trump speaks to NBC news correspondent Katy Tur on the golf course at his Trump International Golf Links in Aberdeen, Scotland. IвЂ™m going to, this weekend IвЂ™ll be with Clint Eastwood in California, tremendous group of people вЂ¦вЂќДЄs a journalist, my job is to listen and probe, listen and probe.ДЄs a human being, IвЂ™m struggling to identify every ingredient in his word salad. I was in South Carolina recently and weвЂ™re all over. Nobody gets as many standing ovations, and I spent a lot of time out.

вЂњIвЂ™ve been to New Hampshire many, many times. вЂњOh, IвЂ™ve been to Iowa many times,вЂќ he says. вЂњWhy are we here in New York? Why arenвЂ™t we out on the campaign trail?вЂќ вЂњYou know my whole life has been a win, you understand that,вЂќ he says. He scrutinizes his face on the screen and decides itвЂ™s OK. Keith says his boss looks good, but Trump wants to check for himself. Thin pieces of gold-tinted plastic placed over the lights that she said would give him a rich glow. In another, that same makeup artist always told him to request вЂњgold gelsвЂќ from the camera crew.

KATIE TUR 2016 TV

In one version of the story, he hired a makeup artist away from a TV network because she was wearing gloves as she worked. I had heard a rumor that Trump was finicky about his appearance. вЂњHeвЂ™s my stylist slash beauty consultant,вЂќ he jokes. Keith is looking into the monitor checking TrumpвЂ™s shot. вЂњDoes that look good, Keith?вЂќ he says to his bodyguard, the man in the dark suit with the white hair. TheyвЂ™re almost ready when Trump calls for a time-out. The camera crew is lining up the shot and double-checking the lighting. The shutter clicks and captures my bewildered grin. Or maybe he just figures heвЂ™s a bigshot celebrity and pre-interview photos are routine. Maybe Trump is trying to charm me, knock me off balance, confuse the point of this interview. IвЂ™m not sure itвЂ™s a good idea to tell him no but at the same time вЂ¦ why in the world would he think I want a photo? IвЂ™m not a fan. I know that our every move is beaming live into 30 Rockefeller Center, NBC News headquarters, and that my bosses, watching in real time, will cringe to see me smiling like a fan girl next to my interview subject. вЂњDonвЂ™t you want a picture?вЂќ he asks me, as if he doesnвЂ™t know why I havenвЂ™t suggested it yet. We shake hands вЂ“ and I go to take my seat. He smiles and squints, and the sound seems to slip out the side of his face. He doesnвЂ™t say hello, exactly, but sort of sings it.

At 10am, right on time, he emerges into the lobby alongside a tall, white-haired man in a black suit. He lives and works upstairs, so I imagine he must have the timing of his golden elevator worked out to the second. Hope Hicks appears, smiles, and gives us a two-minute warning. The main entrance is campy, with an old-fashioned clock and white-gloved doormen in tails and gold-trimmed hats. Trump Tower is a black, mirrored skyscraper that takes up half a block. But right now I need to wash my hair, throw on a dress, and paint my face. I really need to start waking up earlier. вЂњMotherfucking fuck,вЂќ I yell, jumping out of bed. This is a four-hour adjustment, a swing from 2pm to 10am. SheвЂ™s pushing up our interview, and not just a smidge. I scroll through my emails to see whatвЂ™s happened overnight. I should get some coffee and read the papers before I go in. I reach for the snooze button just as reality hits: my Trump interview is this afternoon.

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