Aug 28, 2026

‘The Five’ Announces New Full-Time Co-Host

Fox News is making a major change to the lineup of its highest-rated program, filling a permanent seat that has been vacant for more than a year.

The move also means one familiar Fox personality will be leaving her longtime position on another popular daytime program.

Emily Compagno has been named a full-time co-host of The Five and will officially join the permanent lineup beginning September 8, Fox News announced.

Compagno will join Greg Gutfeld, Dana Perino, and Jesse Watters, while Harold Ford Jr. and Jessica Tarlov will continue sharing the program’s rotating liberal seat.

The move should be familiar to viewers because Compagno has regularly appeared on The Five as a rotating co-host.

She will fill the permanent seat previously occupied by Jeanine Pirro, who left Fox News in May 2025 and later became U.S. Attorney for the District of Columbia.

Compagno’s promotion also means she will leave Outnumbered, where she has served as a co-host since 2021.

Fox has not yet selected her permanent replacement, saying rotating Fox News personalities will occupy the seat until a new co-host is named.

Fox News Media CEO Suzanne Scott praised Compagno while announcing the decision.

“Fifteen years later, The Five remains a powerhouse and appointment viewing for millions of Americans,” Scott said.

“Emily is a highly accomplished host whose energy and talent have made her a standout across FOX News Media, and we are thrilled to officially welcome her to the show.”

Compagno said she was honored to officially become part of a program she has frequently joined over the years.

“I couldn’t be more honored to join The Five, a team I have long admired and have been fortunate to work alongside over the years,” Compagno said.

“Having an official seat at the table on what I truly believe is the most fun show on television is an incredible privilege.”

Compagno’s promotion comes as The Five continues posting enormous ratings for Fox News.

The program celebrated its 15th anniversary in July and averaged 3.6 million viewers during the second quarter of 2026, according to Fox.

It also averaged 322,000 viewers in the coveted 25-to-54 demographic and recorded its 19th consecutive quarter as the highest-rated program in cable news.

Fox says The Five commands more than 64 percent of the cable news audience during its time slot and regularly competes with highly rated entertainment programming on broadcast television.

Compagno initially joined Fox News as a contributor in 2018 before becoming a permanent Outnumbered co-host three years later.

Before entering television, she practiced criminal defense and civil litigation and later worked as a federal managing attorney and acting director at the Social Security Administration.

Compagno also worked as a judicial extern for Judge John T. Noonan on the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit and held legal positions internationally.

Before her legal and television careers, she served as captain of the Oakland Raiders cheerleading squad and was selected as an NFL ambassador, including participating in a USO tour visiting American troops in Iraq and Kuwait.

She is also the author of Under His Wings, which debuted atop Amazon and The New York Times bestseller list.

Compagno will now move from Fox’s daytime lineup into one of the most prominent positions at the network, Fox News reported.

And beginning September 8, the rotating role viewers have frequently seen her occupy on The Five becomes hers officially.

THE MAFIA BOSS WATCHED HIS BLEEDING HOUSEKEEPER RIP APART LILY'S BIRTHDAY PHOTOGRAPH, BUT WHEN SECURITY FOUND A HIDDEN ENVELOPE, ALL 36 GUESTS FELL SILENT.

The sentence was still hanging above the ruined birthday cake when Daniel's radio hissed again.

“Vehicle at the north gate is requesting permission to enter,” a guard said. “Driver claims he's here for the child.”

Luca didn't shout. That frightened me more than shouting would have.

“Tell him to stay where he is,” he said. “No one takes my daughter anywhere.”

Lily pressed her face into his jacket. Her pink birthday ribbon had slipped out of her hair, and one small hand gripped the white rabbit she'd carried since breakfast. The thirty-six guests watched the little girl as though her fear were another decoration to admire. I wanted to tell them to look away.

Instead I tried to stand. Pain shot up my right leg, and the room tilted. I put a bloody palm against the banquet table, leaving a red mark on the lace beneath the crushed cake.

“Don't move,” Mrs. Carter said, appearing beside me. She had managed the mansion's staff for twenty years and could organize a hundred-person dinner without raising her voice. Now her voice was shaking. “You need a doctor.”

“I need Lily to be safe.”

“She is,” Luca said. He was kneeling before his daughter, not even looking at Vanessa. “Hannah, please. Let them help you.”

It was the first time he had ever used my name as though it mattered more than my position in his house.

Vanessa stepped closer, red silk whispering against the marble. “Luca, this is absurd. The transport company misunderstood the instructions. I was arranging an educational consultation.”

“With a vehicle waiting outside?” Luca asked.

“It was only preliminary.”

“And with my signature on a document I never saw?”

Michael emerged from behind a group of guests. He looked like Luca, though the resemblance was only in the shape of his jaw. His eyes never stayed in one place.

“Luca,” he said, “maybe we should talk privately.”

“That's what you said after the last family meeting,” Luca replied. “And the one before that. Somehow, every private conversation ends with me being told what I've already agreed to.”

A woman near the piano took out her phone. Daniel quietly asked her to put it away. Nobody objected.

“Cancel the party,” Luca told him. “Ask the guests to leave by the main entrance. Preserve the envelope, the frame, and every recording. Call the police.”

Vanessa's chin lifted. “You're calling the police on your future wife?”

“No,” Luca said. “I'm calling them because someone tried to take my six-year-old daughter without my permission.”

The word tried made my stomach turn. I had been a few minutes away from arriving too late.

A paramedic entered with a medical bag, followed by another carrying a stretcher. Mrs. Carter had called an ambulance when she'd first found my injury, and someone had called again after I collapsed. The older paramedic knelt beside my leg without touching it.

“I'm Paul,” he said. “Can you tell me what happened?”

I looked at Vanessa. She watched me with the same expression she'd worn when she pressed the knife toward my thigh in the pantry: not anger now, but calculation.

“She cut me,” I said.

The words came out too softly. I made myself say them again.

“Vanessa cut my leg with a kitchen knife because I heard her planning to send Lily away.”

The paramedic glanced at his partner. “All right, Hannah. We're going to check you carefully.”

He asked about the bleeding, the pain, and whether I had fallen or lost consciousness. His questions were ordinary. That ordinariness nearly made me cry. For hours I had been trying to keep the world from collapsing, and now a stranger wanted to know if I could feel my toes.

Luca turned toward me. “She did that?”

I nodded.

Vanessa laughed once, sharply. “She attacked a portrait with a knife in front of everybody. Are you really going to trust her account?”

“I don't need to decide her credibility tonight,” Luca answered. “The doctors and the police can hear what happened.”

It was a small sentence. But it took something enormous off my shoulders. I didn't have to win an argument against a rich woman while bleeding on the floor.

Lily wriggled out of his arms and took two hesitant steps toward me.

“Miss Hannah?”

“Stay back from the glass, sweetheart,” I whispered.

Daniel lifted Lily into his arms and carried her around the shattered frame. She reached out with her rabbit and gently touched its soft ear against my uninjured hand.

“He's helping,” she explained.

I managed a smile. “He's doing a wonderful job.”

She looked down at my leg and her eyes filled with tears. “Did my birthday hurt you?”

“No, Lily. Your birthday didn't hurt anybody.” I swallowed hard. “Some grown-ups made bad choices. None of that was your fault.”

Luca looked away quickly.

As the paramedics lifted me, Daniel received another message from the gate. He read it aloud to Luca, who was standing just beyond the stretcher.

“The driver says there are two seats reserved. One for Lily. The other for a woman named Elaine Porter.”

“Who's Elaine Porter?” Luca asked.

Michael's face changed.

Vanessa answered too quickly. “A chaperone.”

“Employed by whom?”

“The school.”

Daniel checked the message. “The driver's paperwork identifies her as a representative of Bellini Family Services.”

For the first time that evening, Vanessa had nothing to say.

The ambulance doors closed on the scene before I could hear more. Through the little window, I saw Luca still holding the forged authorization. Lily stood beside him, her rabbit pressed under one arm. Between them lay the remains of a photograph that had shown a perfectly happy child.

I wondered how long Vanessa had been planning to destroy the real happiness behind that picture.

At the hospital, everything smelled of antiseptic and clean sheets. A nurse named Alana removed the temporary dressing from my thigh while the doctor examined my hand and the cut on my cheek. I winced when he explained that the leg wound required repair and observation, but he did not make light of it. They treated the injuries, checked for other damage, and told me I would need time away from physical work.

“Did someone attack you?” Alana asked once we were alone.

“Yes.”

“Do you feel safe going home?”

I almost said yes out of habit. Housekeepers learned to make life sound manageable. But I pictured Vanessa's mouth shaping the words your mother.

“I don't know,” I admitted.

Alana nodded as if that were a completely acceptable answer. “We can ask a social worker to talk through your options.”

My phone buzzed. Three missed calls from my mother. I called her immediately.

“Hannah?” she said. “Sweetheart, why is a stranger saying there's been an incident at the mansion?”

“I'm all right, Mom.”

The lie felt heavy.

“Your voice doesn't sound all right.”

“I got hurt. I'm at the hospital. I'm being taken care of.”

My mother was recovering from hip surgery, and most of my paychecks went to the woman who helped her move safely through the little house where I'd grown up. I could hear her breathing change as she tried to decide whether to ask me about money or pain.

“Are you coming home?” she asked.

“Not tonight.”

“Then listen to me. You can lose a job. We can work out how to pay for help. I cannot replace my daughter.”

I closed my eyes. She had always been more courageous about my life than I was.

Near midnight, a detective named Elena Ruiz came to take my statement. She didn't ask why I'd been foolish enough to attack a portrait. She asked what I'd heard, what I'd seen, where the knife had come from, and whether I could identify the envelope before it was found.

I told her about the pantry. About Michael saying Lily would leave after the party. About Vanessa telling him to hide the papers behind the frame. About the knife. I explained that I'd tried to remove the envelope but couldn't reach it without breaking the backing, and that, when I saw the portrait carried out, I panicked.

“I know I frightened Lily and the guests,” I said. “I know it looked terrible.”

“You can explain your actions,” Detective Ruiz replied. “You don't have to pretend they were perfect for us to investigate what happened to you.”

She asked whether I wanted photographs taken of the wounds for the investigation. I agreed. Alana stayed beside me while they documented the injuries.

After the detective left, Mrs. Carter arrived carrying my clean clothes, my phone charger, and a little package wrapped in pink tissue paper.

“From Lily,” she said.

Inside was a paper butterfly, slightly crushed, with six crooked words written across its wings: Thank you for finding the truth.

My vision blurred.

“Is she asleep?”

“Not yet. Luca is sitting outside her room. She says the car outside might come back.”

My stomach tightened. “What happened at the gate?”

Mrs. Carter sat carefully. “The driver stayed. He gave the police the paperwork he'd been handed. He thought he was collecting a child for a scheduled transfer to a school. There was an itinerary and a copy of the authorization.”

“Where was he taking her?”

“First to a private terminal. The paperwork listed a flight early tomorrow morning.”

My heart seemed to stop.

“Tomorrow?”

Mrs. Carter nodded. “And Hannah—there was something else in the packet. A letter supposedly written by Luca, explaining to Lily why he couldn't see her anymore.”

For a moment I couldn't hear the hum of the hospital lights. I could only picture Lily standing before that enormous birthday portrait, waiting to be praised for turning six, while strangers waited to take her out of the country.

Then Mrs. Carter took my hand.

“Daniel says the police found the letter before anyone had a chance to give it to her.”

I held the paper butterfly against my chest.

It should have made everything feel finished.

Instead, I knew we were only beginning to learn how carefully someone had planned to make a little girl believe she had been abandoned.