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Woman: Screaming

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* *

MAN (on TV): People are
gonna be disappointed that

the arguments will be technical
and constitutional,

and they won't be about
dropping his drawers

and exposing himself. I mean,

they really won't be anything
like that. Uh, but...

(whirring)

(phone ringing)

(man on TV continues
indistinctly)

LINDA:
Hi, you've reached the home of
Linda, Ryan and Allison Tripp.

We're not available
to take your call.

-Please leave a message.
-(beeps)

Linda, it's Mike Emmick at OIC.

We're all set. Let us know
as soon as you make contact

with Ms. Lewinsky this morning.

(dialing)

(line ringing)

-(sighs)
-You've reached Monica. Please
leave your name and number

and I'll get back to you
as soon as I can.

-Thanks. Bye.
-(beeps)
-Hi. It's Linda.

Can you give me a call?

It's important.

I'll try paging you.

MALE VOICE:
Welcome to SkyPager.

Please enter
your telephone number

-or numeric message.
-(sighs)

Then press pound.

I spoke with Janet Reno.
It's official.

Our jurisdiction
has been broadened

to include this matter
of Monica Lewinsky.

Ah. Great.

We're set to brace Lewinsky
today

at the Ritz-Carlton
in Pentagon City.

-Emmick's gonna take point.
-What?

-Why not you?
-Well, apparently,
the consensus in the office is

that I'm too frightening.

So I've been told
to stay in the van.

(chuckles softly)

(grunts)
What is our timeline?

Well, Isikoff at Newsweek
has the whole story,

and they go to print
in 48 hours.

Mm, President Clinton
goes under oath

first thing in the morning,

so we need her to make
these monitored calls

this afternoon at the latest.

We'll be back with her quick.

Young girl, white-collar crime--

flip a witness like that
in less than an hour.

So what now?

We're waiting
for Linda Tripp to confirm,

but Prom Night's set to start
at 12:45.

Prom Night?

That's what we're calling it.

Operation Prom Night.

Half hour with a girl
in a hotel room.

(chuckles softly)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

-MONICA: Sorry. Hi, I'm here.
-(sighs)

Where on God's green earth?
(scoffs)

I was working out. Jesus, Linda.

Oh, your discipline.

You make me feel like a slob.
(chuckles softly)

Listen, can you do lunch
in an hour?

I'm in the middle of packing.

Monica...

(exhales)
I have good news.

I might've found a solution
for our problem.

Really?

Let's meet in the food court.

-Pentagon City.
-(clicks)

(lock beeps)

Hello, everybody.
What do you got for me?

On the girl's affidavit here,
it says she has a lawyer.

Frank Carter.
Do we have to involve him?

No. She met Carter
through Vernon Jordan.

Anything she tells him is gonna
get back to the White House.

We need to keep her
from making any contact.

Okay. Fine.

Thank you.

Linda Tripp called.

She's running behind.

Who runs late
to a sting operation?

* *

Hello again.

(exhales)
The Metro.

Absolute catastrophe.

Sorry for the delay.

Are you ready?

Everything okay?

It's the right thing to do.

(elevator dings)

Coming?

* *

Where will you be?

We'll be right behind you
the whole time.

What do I say to her?

You don't have to say anything.

* *

(sniffles)

Ms. Lewinsky, we're agents
with the Federal Bureau

of Investigation,

authorized by the attorney
general to investigate crimes

committed in relation
to the Paula Jones lawsuit.

Linda.

* *

EMMICK:
Ms. Lewinsky, you're under
investigation for your conduct

in relation
to the Paula Jones lawsuit.

We believe that you have

committed
multiple federal crimes--

perjury, obstruction of justice,

subornation of perjury,

witness tampering
and conspiracy.

These crimes are felonies.

-Most have five-year minimums.
-(breathing heavily)

All told, you could be looking
at 28 years in prison.

(shudders)

Ms. Lewinsky,

you'll want to focus
so that we can get to...

Let's just get a handle on this.

Close the doors.

(creaking)

-(doors close)
-(shuddering)

Just have a seat.

If you could sit tight.

Thank you.

-(clinking)
-(water pouring)

Water?

Does that look familiar?

(inhales)
How do you have this?

Let's talk about what it says.

Right here, it says

you never had a sexual
relationship with Bill Clinton.

Monica, we know that's a lie.

We have everything we need
to prosecute you right now

for filing this false affidavit.

Now, look, I know
that you've been manipulated

into this situation by
some really intimidating people,

and I want
to get you out of this.

And the way I can do that
is if you agree

to cooperate
with our investigation.

I, uh... I sh-should have,
uh, m-my lawyer here.

His name is Frank Carter.

Yep, yep, you can get a lawyer
if you want a lawyer.

But we can make this easier and
I can give you more information

if we just keep this
between us right now.

So why don't you let me
walk you through

-what cooperation
would look like, okay?
-(door opens)

-Okay.
-(door closes)

(quietly):
The lawyer's name is Frank...

(inhales)

We will go to our office,

where we will do
what is called a debriefing.

Basically, you will tell us
every single instance

that you interacted
with the president.

After that,
you will make three phone calls.

Each call will be recorded.

You will call Betty Currie,

you will call Vernon Jordan

and then President Clinton.

What?

Don't worry.

We will coach you through it.

Who would do that?

No, I can't.

I'm not doing that.
You cannot make me do that.

(inhales)
How do you have these?

Monica, you need to understand
the situation that you are in.

Press play.

LINDA:
I need to know
what you're thinking.

About your affidavit.

Are you still planning to lie?

MONICA:
I already signed it.

My thing with him
was personal and private

and it has... absolutely
nothing to do with Paula Jones.

And I-I really thought about it.

-And maybe if this were a...
-Turn it off.

...a serious lawsuit,

-I would feel differently.
-Turn it off.

-(clicks)
-I don't understand
why you have this,

and I don't understand
what is happening.

Why is this happen...

Linda, what did you do?!

(breathing heavily)

(crying):
I feel sick. (gags)

-EMMICK:
Someone get her a trash can.
-I feel sick. I feel sick.

(crying)

No. No, no, I can't.

-IRONS: Let's clear the room.
-I can't think.

I can't think.

I'm going insane.

-I'm going fucking insane.
-(doors close)

Do you understand that?

-Monica,
I know that you don't...
-Please! Please.

-You have to make it stop
right now. Please.
-O...

Okay. That's what I'm here for.

-You can't tell anyone.
-Okay? Monica,

-you need to focus now
on your decision.
-(gasping)

-Okay?
-Everyone's gonna find out
about this.

My dad. My family.
Oh, my God, Betty.

Betty. What's gonna happen
to Betty and Vernon and...

(crying)

(inhales deeply, exhales)

-(breathing heavily)
-Monica, you need to calm down.

Okay?

You need to focus now
on your decision.

My life is over.

Not at all.

No.
You don't understand.

-No. Monica, it's not.
-(sniffling)

-Monica.
-(quietly): Carter's
on the phone.

Monica, I have been
a prosecutor for 20 years.

I see people in your position
all the time.

You're in shock.

That is normal.

-(breathing heavily)
-I will get you through this.

I will make sure
that you are okay.

I promise.

(shudders)

What if I kill myself?

Monica.

MONICA:
No, tell me.

If I kill myself,
will this all go away?

(shudders)
If I jump out this window,

tell me, what would happen?

(inhales, exhales)

This case is not going away.

(inhales)
I want to talk to my lawyer.

Okay.

Okay, we can... we can do that.

But we need to know

whether or not
you're going to cooperate

with this investigation,
all right?

It is time-sensitive.

Why is it time-sensitive?

(pager beeping)

Who is it?

It's my mom.
I need to call her.

Okay.

Okay, we will go to the office.

You can call your mother,
you can call a lawyer

and we'll talk through
everything, okay?

Why don't you gather
your belongings.

It's just a short drive
downtown.

Um...

can I go to the bathroom?

-(sniffs)
-Everything from your pockets.

(sniffles)

(sniffles)

Okay.

(breathing heavily)

Go ahead.

(breathing heavily)

(shudders)

(whimpers)

(stomps foot)

(sighs)

We should be on our way.

What do you want to do?

I'm not sure.

What do we do about...?

(sighs)

We're good.

Thank you, Mrs. Tripp.

We'll follow up later.

You can leave now.

* *

(breathing heavily)

(exhales, sniffles)

* *

Are you fellows
on your way back?

EMMICK:
We have a problem.
She's refusing to come in.

You showed her what you have?

Yeah.
(exhales)

We'll figure it out.

Keep me apprised.

Neille, can you please get me
Jackie Bennett

on his cell phone?

(exhales)

(chuckles softly)

Where is she?

She's in there.

In here?

(exhales)

Ms. Lewinsky.

Follow me.

Sit down.

(Bennett inhales)

I work with Mike.

I know he's informed you
of the evidence against you.

Candidly, I've heard the tapes.

All of 'em.

All of 'em?
How many tapes...

Scuse me.
I speak,

you listen.

That's what's happening here.

Mike has offered you a way
to save yourself.

But we need to hear from you
right now.

Do we have a deal?

I don't know about the law.

I don't know what to do
without talking to my lawyer.

Frank Carter's a civil attorney.

You're the target
of a criminal investigation.

Frank Carter
will be useless to you.

Can I at least call Frank
and maybe he could recommend

-someone...
-No.

Ms. Lewinsky,
listen to me very carefully.

Okay?
(inhales)

You have taken part
in a conspiracy.

We know Frank Carter and
Vernon Jordan are both involved.

Now, if you think
it's a good idea

to call up a coconspirator
right now, go.

Be my guest.

(exhales)
Then I want to talk to my mom.

What?

She's been paging me.
I always call her back.

And I'm sure she'll be fine.

She'll call the police

if she doesn't hear from me.

-Fallon, get the phone.
-No.

No, I want to talk to her
in private.

No.
You say hello,

you're all right,
you'll call her later.

Now go.

I said go!

(shudders)

(exhales, sniffles)

(dialing)

(shudders)

DEBRA:
Marilu Henner

is in Chicago.

Say she doesn't have the fizz
of Ann Reinking.

-Can we go see that Lion King?
-(phone ringing)

MARCIA:
I think those are
still impossible to get, Mom.

Oh. Really?

(phone continues ringing)

Hello?

-Hi.
-Oh, there you are,

Monica. I've been calling.

Uh...

Yeah, um...

I'm, uh... I'm at the mall.

Okay.

Well, me, Mom and Deb
have been trying to figure out

what show
we were gonna see tonight.

I'm sorry.

I, um...

(inhales sharply)

I'll call you later.

All right.

-Bye.
-Wait.

-Mom?
-Yes?

I love you.

Oh. I love you, too, Dotcha.

(shudders, exhales)

(beeps)

BENNETT:
Okay.

You've made your call.

You've had time to think.

You need to decide.

Yes or no.

I can't go to jail.

-Okay. Good.
-(breathing heavily)

Then you come back to our office

and either you start
on the monitored phone calls

or you wear a body wire
and you go see them in person.

I can't.
I can't trap Betty and Vernon.

-I just...
I will not do that to them.
-Too bad!

That's what we need from you!

(panting softly)

If you want our help.
(chuckles)

Or you can try your luck
in federal prison, huh?

-I don't understand how I'm
supposed to make this decision.
-No. No.

We are not going in circles
anymore.

I just want to talk to Frank
or at least my mom

without you hovering over me.

You're 24.

You're a smart girl.

You don't need
your fucking mommy to decide.

(chuckling softly)

Well, then you should know I'm
leaning towards not cooperating.

Oh, yeah?

Okay.

Well, you should know
we're leaning towards

prosecuting your mother as well.

-No. No.
-Yeah. We believe
she knew about the affair

-and your false affidavit, hmm?
-No.

-No, not my mom.
She's not involved.
-Huh.

Jury can decide that.

Either way, I can make
the next year of her life

a living hell.

I want to talk to my mom
right now,

and I do not want
to be recorded.

This is fucking ridiculous!

Can we just calm down?

Monica,

you can go back into this room.

You're not gonna be recorded.

You can have privacy.
I will close the doors. Okay?

I want to call her downstairs.

-(sighs)
-I will come right back up here.

I just want
to talk to her by myself.

I promise you, I promise you,

I will come right back upstairs.

(shudders)

(chuckles) Are you gonna arrest
me if I walk out of the room?

You have 30 minutes.

(sniffles, exhales)

(breathing heavily)

Monica.

Listen, this is important, okay?

Your mother is not to share

anything you tell her
with anyone.

A lawyer. Anyone.
And if she does

and word gets out...

...you're in this on your own.

Understood?

Okay, go.

(sniffles)

Nice.

We're never gonna see her again.

(panting)

(elevator dings, doors open)

(panting)

(breathing heavily)

* *

(panting)

(sniffles)

(panting)

(panting)

Pick up, pick up,
pick up, pick up.

(line ringing)

(phone rings)

-(beeps)
-Hello?

Mom.

Oh, Monica.

(sniffles)
It's bad.

I'm in trouble.

-I don't know what to do.
-Slow down.

Slow down, sweetheart.
What's going on?

Marcia, is everything okay?

The FBI has me.

-And Ken Starr and...
-Ken Starr?

What are you talking about,
sweetheart?

Like, wh-where are you?

It's Linda.
(shudders)

-She told them I lied.
-Honey,

where are you right now?

(sobbing):
Pentagon City.

They came up to me...

and they took me
to a hotel room in the Ritz.

And they let me
come call you in the mall,

-but I have to go back up.
-Oh, okay, okay.

Listen to me right now.

You're gonna call your lawyer
right now.

All right, sweetheart?

They won't let me.

What?

I think
that they may be watching.

I really have to go, okay?

What are you talking about?

Why wouldn't they let you call
your lawyer?

I have to call Betty

and I have to warn him.

No, you will not call him,
Monica.

Do you hear me?

Listen to me now.

You go back up there

and you tell them
not to do anything.

You tell them that I am coming
and you tell them to wait.

Okay, I have to go.

(shrieks)

(sniffles)

(groans)

(breathing heavily)

(indistinct chatter)

(sighs)

* *

* *

(jangling)

(rapid footfalls)

Hey. Can I take the van...

Are you okay?

What's going on?

Nothing.

Oh, there are some,
uh, men coming over,

some attorneys.

They need to ask me questions.

Again?

Different attorneys.

I can't explain it all to you
right now.

Just asking.

You look
like you're about to cry.

Allison,
go back upstairs, please.

(exhales)

(muttering quickly)

(quietly): We bombard
the prostate with the beam...

Dr. Lewinsky,
your ex-wife's calling.

She says it's urgent. Monica's
in some kind of trouble.

(sighs)

Yeah, hi. Listen,
I'm about to give a talk.

Forget your talk, Bernie.
The Feds have Monica.

We'll give her ten more minutes.

She's not coming back.

(soft knocking)

My mom is coming.

What?

She said not to do anything

until she gets here.

Her train gets in at 8:50.
She just paged.

But that's...

that's four hours from now.

There are flights out
of New York constantly.

-She doesn't like to fly.
-(Bennett laughs)

(chuckles)

Unbelievable.
Fucking unbelievable.

Where do you want me to wait?

Let's put you in the other room.

Thank you.

My God.

When you said FBI on the phone,
I thought Pentagon job, Defense.

Maybe she got drawn
into espionage, you know?

But this is, uh...

-far worse.
-I know.

That's why I asked you
to leave your deposition

and come meet me here.

(chuckles) I can't believe
they actually have

-prostate conventions like this.
-Bill,

-no jokes.
-I apologize.

I'm sorry.

-So how long were she
and Clinton having this...
-I don't know.

-Well, did Marcia know about it?
I mean, before today?
-(door opens, closes)

Don't know.
(clears throat)

Right over here. Thanks.

Thank you.

(door opens, closes)

So what did Marcia say?

What happened so that Monica and
Clinton ever actually ended up

in a room alone together?

Bill, I don't know.

I wasn't focused on that.
I was focused on the fact

that the FBI has my child.

(sighs)
Marcia's on her way over there.

God knows
what she's supposed to do.

What am I supposed to do?

All right.

Step one...

...you medicate.

Just throw it down.

(clinks)

(sighs deeply)

Step two,

I'll take over.

I can handle this thing easy.

Whole thing sounds
fucking ridiculous anyway.

-Really?
-Absolutely. Federal prison

for lying about an affair?

In a civil case?
(chuckles softly)

I'd wager my AMG that nobody's
ever been prosecuted for that

in the whole history
of the republic.

Bernie, look at me.

I've been your lawyer
for a long time.

I love you, man.

Love you like a brother.

You call Marcia.

You tell her,
when she gets to D.C.,

she dials me up
and puts me on with these guys.

I swear to you

I am going to fix this.

BENNETT (quietly):
Bullshit. She doesn't want
her mom here.

She knows we have
this one tiny window

-to do monitored calls.
-I don't know.

Bill Clinton sits for
his deposition tomorrow morning.

She is running out the clock,
and the mother's in on it.

She said her mom doesn't fly.

Are you fucking kidding me?
She's from California.

How the hell'd she get
to New York?

Don't be such
an easy fucking mark.

What's our alternative,
Jackie? Huh?

You want to go back in there and
work some more of your magic?

Maybe you can make her cry
again.

That was amazing.

We don't have a choice.

Okay?

(scoffs)

(footsteps approaching)

(sighs)

Okay, we'll wait
for your mother.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

(inhales)

(exhales)

I'm gonna need a coffee.

Do you want anything? Like a...

-Coke?
-Yeah,

a coffee would be great.

Thanks.

(sighs)

-(phone clicks in cradle)
-(dialing)

Uh, yes. Can we please have
coffee service

brought up to the room?

Thank you.

If it's okay, um,
my mom was asking why

I can't call my lawyer.

What?

Well...

she asked me to call him,
and I-I told her

-that you guys said I couldn't.
-Oh, no, no, no.

We never said that you couldn't.

You're going undercover,
so it's crucial

to keep it to a few people.
But it is your choice, Monica.

I explicitly told you that.

Oh.

Okay.

You want to call your lawyer?

Yes.

(line ringing)

RECEPTIONIST:
Carter-Verrone.

-Yes. Frank Carter, please.
-I'm sorry.

He's left for the day.

May I take a message?

Oh, um...

No, thanks.
I'll-I'll try back another time.

I'm authorized to page
Mr. Carter after-hours

with anything urgent.

Is this an urgent matter?

No. Thank you.

(door closes)

(phone clicks in cradle)

Friday rush.

(inhales)
Probably wanted to hit 495

before it turned into
a parking lot.

Here's a public defender.

If you want to go that route.

I think I'll stick with Frank.

(chuckles softly)

Well, should we, uh...

watch TV?

(NYPD Blue theme playing)

-(man speaking indistinctly)
-See what else is on.

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is scheduled to testify

tomorrow morning in the...

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-(breathing heavily)

It's so hot in here.

You already turned
the thermostat down two times.

(sighs)

Do we have to stay in here?

(indistinct chatter)

(breathing heavily)

So what do you want to do?

Um, I don't know.

Uh, Crate and Barrel?

(indistinct chatter)

(footsteps approaching)

Can I help you with anything?

We're good. Thank you.

What's that for?

It's a decanter.

You...

You never seen a decanter?

I don't do much shopping.

Really?
You seem so comfortable in here.

You take wine
in the perfectly...

fine bottle it comes in
and you pour it into this.

Then you pour it again
into an actual wineglass.

(inhales)

Seems weird.

Yeah.
(chuckles softly)

My grandma has crap like this
all over her place.

My grandma's gonna be
so disappointed in me.

Let's keep moving.

What do you say?

(indistinct chatter)

(breathing heavily)

Um, you know what, I have to use
the restroom real quick.

Should we go back up
to the room?

There's one in there.

Just-just inside.

I know my malls.

Um, my mom's coming,
so I'll just...

I'll just be one minute.

We should follow.

We have to be very careful
about that.

She'll come back.

* *

Okay. Okay.
(panting)

Betty, pick up.
(pants)

(whispers):
Betty, pick up...

BETTY (recorded):
You've reached the office

-of the personal sec...
-Fuck!

(panting)

(whispers):
Come on, Betty. Please.

BETTY (recorded):
This is the home
of Bob and Betty Currie.

Please leave us a message.

(beeps)

(baby fussing quietly)

(baby cries)

Are you with them?

(indistinct chatter)

(breathing heavily)

What now?

WAITRESS:
Okay,

we have a Pilgrim Burger.

Chicken nacho pasta pie.

Here.

Bourbon teriyaki salmon.

Thank you.

Enjoy.

Mmm.

Why would it be 28 years?

What?

You said
I could go to jail for 28 years.

Mm.

To prison.

Jail's where you go when you...

(inhales)
get blasted

-and you drive into a mailbox.
-(chuckles softly)

Oh.

Five years, perjury.

Five years,
subornation of perjury.

Obstruction of justice, five.

Conspiracy, five.

Filing a false affidavit, five.

Tack on another three
for witness tampering.

28 years.

I'll never have kids.

Uh...

Don't say that.

No one's ever gonna marry me.

(inhales, clears throat)

Monica...
(sniffs)

it's only 28 years
if you face it without us.

And that's not gonna happen.

I know it may not look
like it now,

but we are on your side on this.

We are.

* *

(doorbell rings)

-Hello, George.
-(Porter chuckles)

What's in this bag?

Dubs of the Tripp tapes.

How many Tripp tapes?

All 20 hours.

What?
H-How did you get those?

Don't ask,

-don't tell.
-(Porter laughs)

-Hey, what do you have tonight?
-I'm, uh,

going to the Monocle
with Ingraham and David Brock.

Ugh, you're canceling.
You're welcome.

We're listening
straight through,

every single one.

Ice?

Is that six bottles?

Why would you get six bottles?

Richard, come over here
and pop this.

George, we're celebrating.

These tapes are going to be
in the Smithsonian one day.

We're living a page
in a U.S. history book.

I'm just saying, maybe we
should hold off on celebrating

until we know for sure there's
something usable on those tapes.

This is a coup d'état
and we're the coup.

Do you know how rare that is?

If there was ever a night
to crack open

something fucking decent,
it's now.

We're starting.

(scoffs softly)

(sighs)
'Kay.

(pops)

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Cheers.

-MONICA: Hello?
-LINDA: Hi.

How are you?

MONICA:
Fine. I'm tired.
I just got off the treadmill.

LINDA: (chuckles softly)
You're so good.

(inhales)

(exhales)

Mrs. Tripp.

I'm Jim Fisher.
This is Wes Holmes.

We're attorneys
for Mrs. Paula Jones.

Come in.

These are, uh...

my, uh... my personal items
from the Pentagon.

I asked a colleague
to bring them by.

It's only a matter of days
till the president learns

about all I've done.

Well, that speaks
to why we're here.

Um, tomorrow morning,

the president
will be going under oath.

I'll be asking him
specific questions

about his relationships with
women like Ms. Monica Lewinsky.

Any information you can give us
would be a great help.

Gifts exchanged. Events
they attended at the same time.

That sort of thing.

She, uh...

she'd see him in the Post
or, uh,

on TV...
(chuckles)

wearing one of the ties she
gave him and she'd be so happy.

She believed it was a...

a signal to her
to show he cared.

(chuckles)

She actually believed that.

So she gave him multiple ties?

She loves to shop.

(inhales, exhales)

She's a kid.

She needed someone to save her.

Were it my own daughter,
I'd have done the same thing.

Can't expect her
to understand that now, but...

that's how she is.
She's, uh, entitled.

(exhales)
It's how she was raised.

(sighs)
I have to accept that.

(grunts softly)

Mrs. Tripp,
I'm... very sorry to press,

but we don't have much time.

Any information you can give us
that's more specific.

Again, any gifts he gave her

-or...
-President gave her a book.

Okay, what book?

And a hat pin.

Although, of course, you've been
made aware of the hat pin.

-Let's run the book
to the ground first.
-I don't know, some sort of a...

autographed photo of-of him
in...

-(chuckles softly)
one of her ties.
-I'm sorry,

real quick, what was the title
of the book he gave her?

His thoughtful gesture,

as they met up
in our White House.

That is a special place

meant
for the most honorable few.

There's a heaviness to that.

Each, uh, handles it
his own way.

Ronald Reagan became president

and refused to set foot
in the Oval

without a full suit and tie.

George Bush became president
and handwrote letters

to every family
who lost a son in action.

Bill Clinton became president

and got the first vulnerable
girl he saw in a hallway

to suck his dick.

And then, boy,

did he make her suffer.

(scoffs softly)

The book was Leaves of Grass.

See what he has to say
about that.

* *

(knocking)

(indistinct singing on TV)

Monica.

Mom.
(panting)

(crying)

(exhales sharply)

Ma'am, my name is Mike Emmick.

I'm with the Office
of the Independent Counsel.

I'd like to talk to my daughter
alone.

And not in here.

Yes, of course.

(Monica breathing heavily)

* *

(beeps)

(panting)

-(sniffles) What have they done?
-(breathing heavily)

-What did they do to you?
-(dialing)

Wait, what are you doing?

I'm calling Betty,
because they're gonna trap him.

-No, Monica,
you're not calling anyone!
-How bad this is! No!

-Please...
-You're not calling anyone.
Monica!

-Please!
-You're not calling anyone.

-We're gonna work something out
with them.
-(panting)

No, you can't make me cooperate.

-What are you talking about?
-Mom, I need your cell phone.

-What? No.
-Please, Mom.

-Please!
-No! Come here.

Come here right now.

All right, now listen to me,
sweetheart.

This ends right now.

This is all my fault.

I caused this, and I'm
not gonna make him pay for that.

It's his fault, too.
You need to start thinking

about yourself right now.

Mom,

I'm not gonna be the one
to take down the president.

Don't you see
that is what this is?

I am not Bill Clinton's mother.

I am your mother.

(inhales, exhales)
Where are you going?

(shudders)
I am going to talk with them.

(sniffles, exhales)

I would like to speak with you.

And I need to use the restroom.

And she needs to use
the restroom.

LINDA:
You like salads though, right?

And you can have a lot of salad
with this thing.

MONICA:
Yeah, so we'll see. I mean, it's
good I get to eat pasta again.

I love pasta.

LINDA:
Do you like, um, Boston lettuce?

MONICA:
I don't know Boston lettuce.

LINDA:
It's very limp.

MONICA:
Oh. Probably not. (chuckles)

These two.
(exhales)

I'm at once captivated and yet
now completely understand why,

in some cultures,
they drown their female infants.

-(snorts)
-These are shit.

What?

But she says--

in horrifying detail--

she gave him blow jobs.

But she never says

"Vernon Jordan got me a job

in exchange for lying."

She never says it.

No quid pro quo.

No smoking gun.

But it is sex.

"He shall be removed from office

"on impeachment for

"and conviction of treason,
bribery

"or other high crimes

-and misdemeanors."
-Yes, George,

we heard you the first time.

Having sex with an office girl

is not a high crime
or misdemeanor.

You've become a bore.

-(scoffs)
-(doorbell rings)
-(knocking)

(exhales)

(sighs)

Hey. Come in.

(exhales)
The FBI has Monica Lewinsky.

They're gonna flip her.

They're gonna do it tonight.

Fuck me.

(grunts)

(clears throat)

I want you to understand,

Monica has been through a lot
in her life.

We get it. We've gotten
to know her a little bit today.

She's a lovely young woman.

Oh, yeah. Lovely.

You must be very proud.

(chuckles softly, inhales)

Ma'am, we were asked
to wait for you, okay?

You chose to take a train.
The train was delayed.

I'm sorry I wasn't sitting ready

for the FBI to descend
upon my daughter today.

-Of course.
-Okay, fine. (chuckles) Fine.

At any rate, we were assured,

with you here,
she'd finally decide

whether or not
she was willing to cooperate.

Of course she will cooperate.

She will answer
all of your questions.

And you won't charge her
with anything.

She will be given full immunity
from prosecution

provided she answers
our questions

and does monitored calls.

(grunts)

And, uh...

-(inhales)
-(pouring)

...if she says no to the calls?

(pitcher clunks)

Do we still get immunity?

Well, the thing is
we need evidence

that can be used in court.

That's what the monitored calls
are for.

Does that make sense?

Mm-hmm.

So it's a yes?

Well...

I'll try.

I'll go explain to her...

(inhales)

...once you put it in writing.

Okay, well, why don't you go,

uh, have a word
with your daughter,

uh, in the ladies' room

and we will work on
that last part.

* *

-(door opens)
-(Bennett exhales)

(quietly):
Starr will say yes to immunity.

So what?

We can't get it on paper.

Not tonight.

(exhales)

(shudders)

They can dial a phone
and put it in my hand.

I won't do it.

You're not being rational.

I'll mess it up on purpose.

(knocking)

Yes?

-Yes?
-Can we have a word, please?

(sighs)

You can have a seat.

-(clears throat)
-Thank you.

So, here's where we're at.

We don't have a typewriter.

Can't you send for one?

-No.
-(groans)

It's 11:00 p.m.

There's no one at the office.

-All right,
how about a computer?
-No.

So you're saying there isn't
any way we can get this

-in writing?
-BENNETT: Hey!

Enough of this fucking bullshit!

We've been waiting all day!

EMMICK:
Now, listen, Monica will have

full immunity from prosecution,
okay?

You will have it in writing
first thing tomorrow morning.

We need to make these calls
tonight.

It is time-sensitive.

So, ladies,
we've given you a promise.

You need to give us an answer.

All right. Well,
then I feel more comfortable

if we call Monica's father
Dr. Lewinsky

-to be a witness...
-No fucking way.
-No.

...to this promise.

-(groans)
-No. No one outside of this room

can know what's happening.

He already knows.
I've called him.

-You told Dad?
-What? You told the father?!

Yes.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Bernard Lewinsky?

-Yes.
-I'm Mike Emmick with the office

of Independent Counsel
Kenneth Starr.

I'm here with your daughter
and your wife.

-Ex-wife.
-Ex-wife.

Right. Sorry.

Sir, we have evidence sufficient
to prosecute Monica

for multiple felonies.

We're offering her a chance

to cooperate
with our office instead.

Do you understand?

Isn't she entitled
to an attorney?

-An attorney?
-Yes.

Yeah.
Does she have an attorney?

Put Monica on the phone.

He wants to talk to you.

Hi, Daddy.

Monka.

I'm here with Bill Ginsburg.

He's gonna be your attorney.

Your friend Bill?

-The malpractice lawyer?
-Yeah.

I'm, uh...
I'm gonna hand you over.

Do as he says, okay?

Okay.

Did they put you in bracelets,
sweetheart?

Uh, what?

-Are you in custody now, dear?
-Oh.

Um...

No, no.
Well, I don't think so.

They just keep asking me to...
(shudders)

to make a decision.

All right,
put me through to them.

Okay.

He wants to talk to you.

-Hello?
-Name, please.

Who am I talking to?

-Mike Emmick. Who is this?
-This is William Ginsburg.

-I'm Monica's attorney.
-(mouths)

(mouths)

Mr. Ginsburg,

we have been negotiating
with Ms. Lewinsky here

-for 11 hours now...
-Negotiating? Really?

Is that the new term of art
for "unlawful detention"?

Sir, she could have left
at any time.

Shut the fuck up,
you motherfucking cocksucker.

-Excuse me?
-We've already heard

what you want her to do.

Now tell us
what she's gonna get for it.

Full transactional immunity
from prosecution!

-I want that in writing.
-Yeah, well,
it's nearly midnight here.

-We've been down this road
with the mother.
-Too bad,

so sad. Write it up.

-Now.
-We don't have a typewriter
here.

-Then write it out by hand
and fax it.
-No, we don't have

-a fax machine either.
-You know, I know that hotel.

I've stayed at that hotel.
They've got a fax machine.

It's a goddamn

Ritz-Carlton.

Sir, we are
not going to use a communal fax.

You are a lying sack of shit.

Okay, look... I-I am sorry,
but I do not see

the need to use profanity.

That makes one of us.

Because the plain fact
of the matter is

you don't have the power
to put a single goddamn thing

in writing now, do you?

Fucking hang up on this prick.

Mr. Ginsburg...
(exhales)

this is a real offer.

Tomorrow, we will fax it to you.

You will have it in writing.

So, for Monica's sake,

for her future,

believe me when I say
you do not want...

Put my client back

on the phone.

What's going on?

Sweetheart, I want you to listen
very carefully.

Do exactly as I say.

Stand up,

don't say a word,

walk out the door.

What?

They should never have held you
there, and they know it.

Now go get your mother
and go home.

Monica,

nothing's gonna happen.

(whispers): They said
they were gonna send me to jail.

If they wanted to arrest you,

they would have
done that already.

I'm gonna hop on a red-eye.

I'll see you in the morning.

Now please go.

I swear to you on my life,

they cannot stop you.

Monica, do you understand?

Yes.

(line clicks)

(exhales)

(sniffles)

Mom, get your coat.
We're leaving.

BENNETT:
There it is.

Nice work.

(door opens)

So this is your final decision?

Yes.

Uh, thank you...

uh, so much for everything.

Good night, Monica.

Good night.

(breathing heavily)

* *

-(exhales)
-(keys jangle)

(shudders)

Honey, I'm gonna make you
some tea.

(exhales sharply)

(exhales)

(sniffles)

-(clinking)
-(cabinet door creaks)

We could go to Canada.

Tonight.

We just get in the Jeep
and drive.

Honey, they would
stop us at the border.

They're the government.

All you need to do now
is just get some sleep, and...

-we will finish this tomorrow.
-I just...

If I don't call Betty...

No!

You can't.

You cannot!

You have to look out
for your own life now, honey,

your own future.

(shuddering softly)

I'm gonna take a shower.

Okay.
All right.

-I'm sorry.
-I don't want...

* *

(sniffles)

(water running)

(Monica crying)

(creaking)

(crying continues)

* *

(shuddering)

(crying continues)

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Hillary. Hillary, wake up.

I'm sorry.

For what?

My name's Archer.

I'm an egomaniac
who endangers every mission.

Also I'm inebriated
almost 24 hours a day.

Lose the "almost"
and then take it again.

NADJA: Dear Diary,
I have been reminiscing

about the days I spent hanging
with those teen girls in Salem.

Those bitches
were absolutely crazy!

Really knew how to throw down.

(squeaking)

Brace yourselves.

-Give me your best argument.
-Sure.

WOMAN:
Pop culture is a religion.

Fire. (laughs)

You're in an era where

we worship celebrities.

-Oh, and also...
-Susie. Shh.

I don't listen to people.
I listen to God.

It's a constitutional guarantee.

-(camera clicks)
-Oh! I look terrible.

I'm here to present the future.

I posted that black square,
I deleted that black square.

I reposted the black square,
and then I redeleted
the black square.

WOMAN: It happened
pretty fast.

WOMAN 2:
The world has changed.

WOMAN 3: His survival
is classified.

Nobody can know about him.

People are gonna have
to pick sides.

I think it's going
to get worse

before it gets better.

Run!

I imagine that you attract
quite a bit of attention.

Well, more than before.
That's for sure.