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Let's not forget
one basic fact.

That I'm a prostitute.

Marry me.
I just need
a little bit of time.

(CRASHING)

REPORTER: The Mayor
of Los Angeles is dead.

I'd like to thank
the city council

for asking me to take
my husband's seat.

Would you vote for her?

You're running
as a freshman D.A.

People need to know
Gloria's got your back.

I'm gonna think about
that and get back to you.

Okay.
I'm here to see Keegan.

You're his domestic
assistant.

I'm his real assistant.
Just to be clear.

(SCREAMS)
Hey!

Oh!

(STAMMERING) My...my fiance
has been shot!

If you would consider
a run for D.A.,

I'd be more than happy
to give you my endorsement.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Let's be honest.

Scarlet doesn't really
need my endorsement.

Not with her record.

I just thought you
might like the chance
to return a favor.

Mmm, yeah, normally I would.

When I turned 85,
I told myself I'd try
to stay out of politics.

My father tried to stay out
of fundraising for
your campaigns.

(CHUCKLES)
Yes.

Arthur was always very...

Supportive.

KEEGAN: Arthur was a prick.

Excuse me?
A prick.

I'm sorry,

if the man doesn't want to
endorse your wife's campaign,

just deal with that.

All right, take out
a few more bus bench ads,

or go press the flesh
at a few more
retirement homes,

but don't dishonor
this distinguished gentleman.

By forcing him to glorify

your freak of a father, Ben.
I won't stand for it.

Thanks for your time,
sir.

No, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.
Where the hell you going?

(CHUCKLES)
This guy here.

He's the last honest man
in Los Angeles.

(CHUCKLES)

I wouldn't have endorsed
his father for dogcatcher.

(LAUGHING)

Hey, hey,
just for the record,

I don't think Scarlet cared
for the man too much either.

Yeah, it's true.
She hated him.

Anything Scarlet needs, Ben.
You can count on me.

Thank you, Governor.

Ex-governor.

I gotta make my exit now.

I got a manuscript
I have to deliver next week.

You boys like memoirs?

Oh, yeah.
Yes. Yes.

A great deal.

Governor, you...
Mmm?

It's actually that way.

Oh, of course.
Thanks.

Adios, amigos.

You, my friend,
are the golden closer.

(CHUCKLES)
The ex-governor
endorsing Scarlet.

Just add scotch and stir.

That's on top of
the four whales

you helped the firm
sign this month.

You know what?
This calls for
a celebration.

Get another round
while I go make golden.

Hey, order something fun.

Fun!

Another round of
the Macallan?

Uh, no, no,
we can do better than this.

What, uh...
What's in the cage?

MANAGER: Oh,
the Glendaruel 64.

We keep it locked.

Let's find the keys.

I want to thank
former Governor Markham

for inviting us
to his beautiful home,

because I can't
think of anywhere

I'd rather plant
one of these.

Well, that's gonna be a pain
in the ass to mow around.

(LAUGHING)

I can't imagine a better D.A.
for the city of Los Angeles.

(APPLAUDING)

I want to do for this city

what Mitch Markham
has done for this state,

both as governor,
and now with his
charitable foundation.

(APPLAUDING)

To make this a place
where we can...

FREDDY:
Excuse me. Excuse me.

Why won't you talk
about the real issue

when our most
precious freedom

is being squashed
by every level
of government?

SCARLET:
Ah, my competition
has arrived.

If I thought that Mr. Barnes
here was serious about...

I'm talking about
the freedom
of bodily expression.

SCARLET: That's ridiculous.

I am serious about standing up
for the victims of crime.

FREDDY: Ha!

And what about
the victims of clothes?

(CROWD MURMURING)

(CROWD GASPS)

(ALL GASPING)

Why does she refuse
to debate me

on the decriminalization
of public nudity?

At my age,

I'm not even sure
private nudity
is a good idea.

(LAUGHING)

MADDY: What I hear you saying
is that you feel powerless.

Yeah. Which is a form
of impotence, sir.

The only way you can
regain your power

is to embrace democracy

and insert your conscience
into the ballot box.

And when you do, remember,

the only real candidate
is Scarlet Leon.

Yeah.
She wants your vote.

Look at you.
Oh.

Back in the trenches.

Well, I had
a few days' vacation,

so I thought
I'd make myself useful.

I think Scarlet has this one
in the bag, doesn't she?

Her only competition
is a wacko whose
single endorsement

comes from
the sunscreen industry.

Yeah, well,
if she wants real authority,
she needs a strong turnout.

Are you helping?
Me?

Mmm-hmm.
No, the last time
you got me to volunteer

was college, wasn't it?

I remember.
An important senate race.

You used the phone bank
to place bets.

I would've done anything
to spend time with you.

I remember you threw
some pretty good parties.

We threw some
pretty good parties.

I wasn't at all of them.

(CHUCKLES)
Oh. No, no, no, no, no.

I posed nude
for your art class.

It was art history.

And it was historic.

This is poppy seed.
Your favorite.

Mmm.

That is good.

Scarlet ever
give you lunch off?

I know a great
little Italian place.

They do
a wood-roasted pigeon.

I've heard
about that place.
You wanna go?

Mmm, I can't today.

How 'bout Friday?

We'll see.

GLORIA: Some have
called him a hero,

but soon I hope you'll be
calling him a whole lot more.

(CHEERING)

(APPLAUDING)

DAVID: Thank you.

I'd like to thank
Mayor Barzmann,

I'd like to thank
the entire staff here at
Wilshire general,

and most especially,

I'd like to thank
my fiancee Mikhaela.

Honey, you're my rock.
You're my cheerleader.
I love you.

With your support,
and with the support
of the voters,

I hope to become
your next district attorney.

I love the buzzy excitement
of a campaign war room.

BEN: This is a...
SCARLET: Disaster.

Potter's running for D.A.

No, he's not.
Yes, he is.

What are you talking about?

Now we've got a real race.

Potter?

Are you kidding me?
I know this jackass.

Hey, he'll pull
worse than the nudist.

He's a hero, Kee.
He got shot

saving a Latina woman
from an armed mugging.

That's the ball game
right there.

The press is gonna be
all over him,

and we haven't
raised any money

because we didn't
think we needed to.

We need help.
We need professional help.

Can't afford a professional.

There is someone.

There is someone.

BEN: Yes.

There is.
Isn't there?

SCARLET: Yes.
No. No way in hell.

That is not an option.

Why not?
Why?

And...
You can't afford it.

Sir, you seem
very eager to prove
how conservative you are.

Are you afraid
you might be
a latent democrat?

Maybe we can afford it.

Scarlet, nobody
takes advantage of
my ex-wife other than me.

Out of the question.
Yes, I understand.

What?
Would you consider
calling Glenn?

Potter's in the race.

Potter? The guy
who took the bullet?
Yeah.

Fine, you want a coked-out,
self-absorbed,

pathological liar
running your campaign,
be my guest.

There isn't a better
political consultant
out there.

Are we even sure
that Glenn's available?

Oh, I'm sure Glenn
is available for you,
sweetheart.

Well, it was a very
long time ago.
Mmm...

It's up to you,
Maddy, but...

We don't think there's
any other way.

(CHUCKLES)

Problem?

(SNIFFS) no, no,
whatever's good for Scarlet.

Okay. I'll make the call.

God, if we get Glenn,
Potter won't know
what hit him.

Bam! Glenn Shepherd.

Bam! Mitch Markham.

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

MAN: Okay, sir, turn around.

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

(ELECTRIC SIZZLING)

(CROWS CAWING)

FEMALE REPORTER:
Political expert
Glenn Shepherd

has been brought on
to save Leon's campaign.

The candidate
is in do-or-die mode

in the wake of assault charges
being brought against

her biggest backer,
ex-governor Mitch Markham.

Now, Markham is being defended
by Keegan Deane,

who is usually associated
with such dignified clients

as cannibals, bigamists,
and serial killers.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Hi.
Mr. Deane.

I'm Jenny Markham.

Hi, I'm Rachel.

Daddy's waiting...
BOTH: In the living room.

More iced tea?
No, no, I'm fine.

I'm a little confused
by the police report, though.

It says that the cab
hit the center median

after the argument
with you and the driver?

Thought he could take
advantage of an old man
going to Van Nuys.

Yeah. Where did
he pick you up?

Outside my foundation.

I told him to head
east on Wilshire.

Instead, he goes down
Bundy to Olympic.

Yeah,
I don't understand that.

Why would he go south
on Bundy to Olympic
if he's heading north?

Yeah, well, I told him
to pull over,
I wanted to get out.

He's on his phone,
jabbering away
in Russian.

I accused him of padding
the fare, threatened
to report him.

And then he turned around,
and he started grabbing at me,

the car swerving
all over the road.

And he's reaching
back over the seat.

He's yelling,
"Moo-dak, Moo-dak."

Means "bastard."

You speak Russian.

No, but I once
owed one $12,000.

He claims you
assaulted him with this?

Well, I don't know.

I may have raised it
in self-defense.

Can I see it?

Yeah.

Heavy.

You know, Mitch...
You're 85 years old.

It's okay to slip a little.

Maybe on this one
we don't take it to court.

Maybe you'll let me
plea this out.

Absolutely not.

I will do nothing
to blemish my legacy.

It's time for lunch,
daddy.

Miriam made pupusas.

Oh, Keegan. Maybe you
would like to stay for lunch.

Oh, no, maybe next time.

Yeah, well, Miriam here,
she makes things
pretty spicy.

I'll bet.

All right...

RACHEL: Mr. Deane.

This whole incident has been
very upsetting for all of us.

Recently, our father's
been getting a bit...

Discombobulated.
Really?

I have to tell you,
he seems very sharp
to me, Rachel?

Jenny.
Jenny.

Most times,
he's totally lucid.

But he has episodes.
Episodes, yeah.

Unfortunately,
this cab episode
is the worst.

We heard of
something called...

What was it, Jenny?

Diminished capacity?

Oh, no, there's no way
your dad's gonna take a plea.

It's okay. We'll be fine.

How can you be so...

ALL: Sure?

Because he's one
of the most beloved
politicians in California,

and he's facing
a foul-mouthed cabbie

with a piss-poor
sense of direction.

We'll be all right.

Linda from H.R.?
Yes?

Oh, hi. I'm Leanne.
Keegan Deane's assistant.

But Cindy
is Mr. Deane's assistant.

Oh, sorry, outside assistant.

You're right,
Cindy's assisting him
on the inside.

And doing
a fantastic job, too.

Yeah, no complaints there,
whatsoever.

Is everything okay?

Oh, it's nothing, really.
I don't want to sound gossipy.

The thing is, I don't want
to get Cindy in trouble,

or Mr. Deane,
but I get the sense

that their relationship
is a little bit more
than professional.

Could we talk privately?

(ARMENIAN MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHOOPING)

(RHYTHMIC CLAPPING)

Hi, hi, I'm Scarlet Leon.
I'd love to be your next D.A.

Hello, hi, I'm Scarlet Leon.
I'm running for D.A.

(SHUTTER CLICKS)
Thank you, thank you.

I'm Scarlet Leon.
This is a beautiful
community center.

Nice to meet you.

Gosh. I hope Glenn
gets here soon.

I'd like some notes on these
unrehearsed remarks
I'm planning to make.

Over there.

(SIGHS)

Glenn.

Glenn.

Glenn!

Oh, hey, Scarlet.
Hey!

Ooh, can we kill
the bouzoukis?

Glenn, have you
been drinking?

(SCOFFS)
No. Just champagne.

(CLEARS THROAT)
And not since
I got off the plane.

I hitched a ride
on Clive's gulfstream.

Things got a little freaky.

Just... I...

I just gotta get
some caffeine in me.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Maddy.
(CHUCKLES)

Good old
"more the merrier"
Maddy.

How've you been?

Really good.

I wanna hear
all about it, okay?

But right now we need
to focus on Scarlet

and kicking
some campaign ass.
Yes.

Will you take a look
at my talking points?

Yeah, toss 'em.

What am I gonna
talk about?

Well, you're
surrounded
by Armenians.

You should talk about
your Armenian ancestry.

I'm Persian.
Okay, let's not say that.

Say that...

You're very connected
to their beautiful country

and its freedom-loving
people.

Problem?
I just don't
want to pander.

No one's asking you
to pander, Scar.

Just tap into
your inner Armenian.

(DOOR OPENS)

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(SHUTTERS CLICKING)

Ah, ha, ha...
My worthy opponent.

David. Welcome
to the campaign.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

(SHOUTING OVERLAPPING
QUESTIONS)

David Potter. I hope
I can count on your vote.

Nice to meet you.
David Potter.

Hey, nice to meet you.

Lovely hat. Beautiful.

Please come out and vote.
Come out and vote.

Yes. Do you have a pen?

REPORTER:
Will we hear from her?

Is there anything
you'd like to say to
the person who shot you?

Uh, yes.
Uh, that hurt.

(LAUGHING)
Thank you for coming out.

GLENN: They're good.

I have not seen
a pair like that
since Bill and Hillary.

I'm gonna need
some talking points.

You're gonna let
your feet do the talking.

Wonderful.
(LAUGHS)

So Mads, let's talk.

Oh, just make
yourself at home.

How's my lo mein?

Where are we on Markham?

I can't believe these two.

How could anybody
think they were meant
for each other?

What is that,
a picture of Maddy
and Glenn?

Oh, that's very cute.
Very cute of you.

No, it's Potter and Mikki.

Wait, Mikki?

Your Mikki is his Mikhaela?

No.

Mr. 63% name recognition

is marrying an ex-prostitute.

You just put that toothpaste
right back in the tube, pal,

'cause it's no...

Oh, I'm sorry.
I thought you wanted
Scarlet to beat Potter.

Of course I do, but this
isn't how we're gonna do it.

(LAUGHS)
Ben, look at me.

Ben. Hey.

Nobody can know about this.

Not Scarlet,
and sure as hell
not Glenn.

Do you not get it?

This is a game changer.

This plus Glenn equals
Scarlet's our new D.A.!

Under no circumstances
is this happening!

We're running against a guy
who's marrying a hooker!

Ex-hooker,
and it would
ruin her life!

I could come back.

No, that's okay, Randall.
What do you need?

RANDALL: Could you
confirm a charge?
On your corporate card.

Sure.
Two nights ago
at Affinage?

I could...
I could come back. Okay.
No, it's fine.

Whoa! This has
gotta be wrong.

I mean, we did have
the tasting menu for three,

but still... Kee?

Nothing really
raised a red flag

except for the six glasses
of Glendaruel '64
at $8,000 a glass.

$8,000 a glass?

I... I didn't know.

You said order
something fun.

He wanted to get
something fun.

$8,000 a glass of fun
is not fun!

We probably should've
sipped those.

(SLURPING)

(GRUNTS)

Uh, David,
female voters
love the sling.

Especially 18 to 34s.

I don't care.
I don't need it.

I don't want it.
I'm fine.

Well, you might.

Scarlet's showing
a definite bump with
older Armenian males.

Man,
that woman can dance.

SLATER: Mayor Barzmann
and I think it's time

we really put her feet
to the fire about Markham
and his cab-tastrophe.

Hack-attack?

Taxi-gate.
Wow.

Can we not
"gate" everything?

That was actually
a very important event
in American history.

We're talking about
some unproven allegations.

Allegations that
are framed right could
make a bump go away.

Meanwhile,
the press definitely
wants more of Mikhaela.

KEEGAN: Cindy, dear,
could you go over to...

Cindy has been moved
to four...

Mergers and acquisitions.

So Cindy can't,
and I, as of right now,
won't.

Five years.
Five years of doing
your legwork

and all of your
dry cleaning,

and all your other
crap errands

without so much
as even a thank you.

But why would you
remember to thank me?

You can't even
remember my birthday.

Or my boyfriend's name.
Or my food allergies.

And then when there
is a chance for you
to bring me along

and get the firm to sponsor
my immigration paperwork,

I find out you haven't even
mentioned my name to H.R.

Because you're too busy
trying to bang Cindy!

I...
Don't even try.

Welcome aboard.

He wanted to go to Van Nuys,

so first I go south
to Olympic.

Now, why south
if you needed to go north?

Well, to avoid a big
tie-up on Wilshire.

He starts giving me orders.

Take fountain to Van Nuys.

(LAUGHS)
Which makes no sense.

I say, "fountain does not
go to Van Nuys."

Now, how did he
react to that?

With yelling.

PROSECUTOR:
What did he yell?

ALEXANDROPOV:
"You... You lying bastard,"

and, "let me out of cab,
you filthy Russian crook,"

and then bam, bam, bam.

In face.

With his cane.

Then I crash.

Your honor,
I'd like to introduce photos

of Mr. Alexandropov's
facial and cranial trauma

after he was admitted
to the hospital.

That son of a bitch Simms.

KEEGAN: Shh, shh,
take it easy,
Governor.

Who's Simms?

Shh, shh.
He's been gunning
for me since 1982.

I beat the bastard
in a landslide.

PROSECUTOR:
No further questions,
your honor.

Uh, your honor,
may I request
a brief recess

so that my medical expert
can examine these photographs?

Should have the results
by tomorrow.

JUDGE JAMESON:
Yes, you should,
Mr. Deane,

and we'll pick this up then.

You can't keep
ignoring this, daddy.
We need to talk.

About finding you
a caregiver.
Mmm-hmm.

Well, it's not like
I soiled my skivvies.

I'd like to see you
when you're 85.

Can you talk to him,
Mr. Deane?
Please?

Well, the cab driver
didn't give off

the Russian mafia vibe
we were hoping for,

so we may have to
change our defense.

To what?

Diminished capacity.
This could all
go away, daddy.

Absolutely not!

I have to go
work on my memoirs.

Maybe when you're
thinking more clearly?

Nope, nope, nope!

BOTH: There are no memoirs.

I've been calling
undecideds.

They are impressed
by Scarlet's experience.

But they're more impressed
by Potter's image
as the wounded hero.

(SIGHS) What else
is he, though?

We need to go on the attack,

define the rest of Potter
before he does.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Are you talking about
going negative?

Because I already danced
with an old Armenian man.

That's as far
as I'm gonna go.

And you got
a nice bump from it,

but now Potter's
showing a hard bounce.

You need to go
on the offensive.

I just don't want
to seem like I'm hitting
below the belt.

Definitely. No low blows.

Well, then show me
something.

Mads. Do you remember
my first attack ad?

Oh, hidden camera footage
of that college trustee
doing bong hits.

The hardest part was hiding
the camera between my boobs.

You're telling me.

You're gonna need
a smaller camera.

BOTH: Or bigger boobs!

(LAUGHS)

Hi, Glenn.

Oh, hey, Kee.

Welcome back.

It's great to be back.
I'll bet.

Now if we can just get you
to focus on Scarlet's campaign

instead of women's boobs
for a few days.

Yeah, actually,
I've been thinking about

staying out there
a lot longer.

Really? Mmm.
I really miss it.

The palm trees, the beaches.

Oh, you wouldn't like
our beaches anymore.

They don't allow beer bongs,
and all the women
have to wear tops.

Oh. Not all of 'em.

I think we should probably
focus on the campaign.

Yeah, Kee, what's the latest
on the Markham situation?

I can't put him on the stand.

He spaced out
in the courtroom.

Spaced out
in the courtroom?

Yeah, he's...
He's erratic,

and he's imagining
that he's writing a book.

I think
he's losing his chips.
Hmm.

Why don't you let me
handle Markham?

Would you please
allow the professionals
to deal with this, Glenn?

I can enter a plea.

What kind of plea?

Diminished capacity?

No!
BEN: No, Kee.

You cannot plead that!
She's right, Kee.

It's gonna undermine
my entire endorsement.

Her base is already
very fragile.

Kee, this is important.
You need to contain this.

I'm not gonna start
taking orders from him.

Please, Kee. For me.

Fine. I won't plea it out.
Thank you.

But you should know
what's good for
Scarlet's campaign

may not be
what's good
for my client.

Your client
is practically dead.

Scarlet's got her entire
political career ahead of her.

Oh, of course she does.
And you're here
to help yourself.

Kee, she's a political
operative.

She knows how
to handle things.

KEEGAN:
I've seen her
handle things.

I'm leaving.

I'm uncomfortable being
the moral compass in the room.

(CLICK)

So your parents
were diplomats.

Yeah, I guess that's why
I'm hoping to focus
on international law.

Well, let's work backwards
from law school.

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, uh, okay, uh,
so my parents had died,

I was still living abroad,
Eastern Europe.

Ah. Where?

Oh, not someplace trendy
like Prague, unfortunately.

Warsaw, Bratislava,
Kosovo?

Belgrade.

Seriously?

I worked as a stringer
in Belgrade for the A.P.
during the war.

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(BOTH LAUGHING)
Where in the city?

Ah... Uh...

You know, near the river.

The...
The Sava or the Danube?

They're both so beautiful.

MALE ANNOUNCER:
For years, David Potter
worked for the IRS,

taking money out
of the pockets

of hard-working people
like you.

Is he really the man to keep
the streets of your city

safe from actual criminals?

Paid for by patriots
for a better Los Angeles.

With a targeted media buy,
I'm predicting
a five-point bump.

Which would make it
an even race.

This... Is this really...

The most negative stuff
you could find?

I've never seen
somebody so clean.

Potter's a boy scout.
SCARLET: Literally.

He made eagle scout
when he was 13.

Well, what about the fiancee?
What's her deal?

I haven't heard anything.

I don't know.

Well, I've never met
two perfect people,
have you?

Now that you mention it...

Statistically impossible.

One of 'em's
hiding something.

Sex, drugs, gambling.

They are sweeping something

under that beautiful
rug of theirs.

Let's pull up the rug.

Oh, yeah.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

The truth is just
so confusing,
don't you think?

It's a riddle
wrapped in a mystery

inside a bikini.

It's so complicated.

Nothing is simple anymore,
especially not the truth.

And the truth?
(CHUCKLES)

The truth is I'm a whore.

And I can't
do this to him, Kee.

It's not okay.

(PHONE BEEPS)

WOMAN'S VOICE:
Your message exceeds
the maximum allowed length.

Press two to continue
this message,

press three to delete
this message,

press four to send with...

Mitch?

Hey.

You okay?

It's over, Keegan.

You were right.

Easier for everybody
if I just pleaded
diminished capacity

and let it go at that.
No! No, no.

We're not pleading
diminished anything.

That cab driver
provoked you.

And you're gonna
walk away from this
with your head held high.

Too late for that.

MITCH: (ON VIDEO) Simms,

(CHUCKLES)
You're just beautiful.

Oh, my God,
you're beautiful, Simms.

No wonder I beat
the hell outta ya!

My neighbor took it
in his backyard.

I don't even
remember doing that.

The neighbor sure does.

What the hell are you...

Okay, okay...

Because you got no balls!
(LAUGHS)

Listen, this isn't gonna help,
I'm not gonna lie,

but we're just gonna make sure
it doesn't get in the hands
of the prosecution.

Well, it's true
I do have lapses.

Sometimes I forget
which daughter is which.

Well...

I still remember
what happened
in that cab, though.

You're damn right
you do.

And we're gonna find
a way out of this.

Not with my daughters
you're not.

Mitch, I think they
just want what's best.

Yeah, they want the best shoes
and the best wine
and the best art off my walls.

They're trying
to elbow me out, Kee.

They want control
of my foundation.

Ah, you'll just have to
read about it in my memoirs.

They told me
there are no memoirs.

I will not be pushed aside!

Good morning, Randall.

I... I can come back.
No, no, it's okay.

How's things in accounting?
Everything adding up?

Not entirely.

I don't mean to go behind
Robert's back,

but it just seemed odd
when the bank said

we didn't have enough money
in our disbursement accounts
to cover the scotch.

I looked over
our bank records
and found a pattern

that just doesn't
make any sense.

On an accrual basis it does,

but we operate
on a non-accrual basis.
Speak English, Randall.

I think someone's
embezzling from the firm.

Embezzling?

Oh, David.

I am so sorry, baby.

I got you into this.

This is totally my fault.

I parade you in front of
the press, and then they
print these disgusting lies.

You did not sign up
to have your name

dragged through
the mud like this.

I swear to god,

I am gonna sue
their asses...

The papers, the bloggers,
Glenn Shepherd!

This has her stink
all over it!

I promise you
that they are
gonna pay!

No.

(SIGHS)

No.

(SIGHS)

Get out.

Get. Out!

(SOBBING)

Randall couldn't explain it,
and neither can I.

How does a client account
that's supposed to have
at least $300,000 in it

wind up that far in the red?

Well, this is why we hire
senior accountants, Ben.

I called the CFO
at Playa Verde Capital.

He told me they wired us
the 300,000 two days ago.

Where is it?

All right.

Well, the account
that's in the red

is the Playa Verde
closing account.

What you should be looking at
is the down payment account,

which is where
I'm sure the $300,000 is.

It better be, Robert.

I want you back here
first thing in the morning

with some senior accountants,
and I want answers...

Or I'm taking this matter
to the police.

And then he started
yelling, "Moodak! Moodak!"

Which I am told in Russian
means "bastard."

And then the cab
hit the median.

And that was it, huh?
Mmm-hmm.

Pretty classic case
of "he said,
the Russian guy said."

So who are you gonna believe?

Well, no doubt
the prosecution over here

is gonna make
the suggestion
that your mind

starts playing tricks
on you when you get older.

But your 85-year-old mind
wrote this, correct?

Yes, I did.

From the valley
to the mountain.
The memoirs

of a man who
grew up dirt poor
on a pecan farm in Clovis.

It's a great manuscript.
I like chapter six.

Where you lied
about your age

in order to join the army

where he helped
liberate the death camps.

Chapter 18, or 10,
where you write about

being elected governor
for three terms.

What a legacy
this man has!

Objection, your honor.
Don't bother.
Here's the question.

You gave a lot
of important speeches, sir.

But maybe none as important
as October 12, 1982,

your opening remarks
at the candidates' debate.

You remember that,
at the Fox theater?

You remember that, Mitch?

Well, I do recall a debate.

Oh, I bet. I bet.

You wiped the stage clean
with your opponent that night.

You remember his name?

Simms.
Charles Simms.

That Charles Simms?

What the hell
is he doing here?

I don't know.

Thought he was dead.
Mmm.

Aren't you dead yet?

Mr. Markham,
please take your seat.

Only dead politically.
Look at him.

He's still messing with you
after all these years.

You think I'm losing it?

You unelectable
son of a bitch!

Your honor...
JUDGE JAMESON:
Mr. Markham...

What'd you tell him
32 years ago at
the Fox theater, Mitch?

Mr. Deane, please.
What were your words?

Let's go forward in faith,
not backwards in fear.

That's right.
Mr. Deane,
could you please...

To build a future
with the bricks
of compassion

on ground made level
by a belief

in the essential goodness
of our fellow man,

joined together
with the grout

of simple human decency.

Now, if we can do this,

we should be able very soon

to examine the lives
that we have lived,

and to say,
"Eureka! I have found it!"

Mr. Deane, please
have your client sit down

or I'll have
the bailiff sit down...

I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
your honor.

I didn't want
to interrupt him,
because those were

former Governor Markham's
opening remarks, verbatim.

Verbatim, according to
the Stanford university's
Markham archives.

These aren't the ramblings
of a crazy old man,

but the perfect recall
of a sharp ex-governor.

I'll enter this transcript
into evidence,
no further questions.

We'll continue this case
tomorrow morning at 9:00.

The jury is reminded
not to discuss this case.

Yeah, you know what?

I made a decision.

I've decided to add
another chapter to my book.

It's gonna be
a chapter about, um...

Slipping.

About how when you start
having these, um...

Moments.

Or, um, episodes.

Whatever you want
to call them.

How frustrated...

Angry...

Scared...

It's been making me feel.

Well, that doesn't mean
that you have to

throw out
all the other chapters.

Chapters that have
already been written.

I refuse to answer
any questions

about my fiancee's
previous occupation.

I'm just here to announce

that I'm suspending
my campaign.

The most important thing
for me right now

is for me to spend
some time and attention
on my personal life.

We've all made mistakes.

How we pick ourselves up
and learn from them
is what's important.

Mikhaela and I just
ask for your support

as we move on
with our lives.
Thank you.

MALE REPORTER:
When did you find out, sir?

(SHOUTING OVERLAPPING
QUESTIONS)

I... I have nothing to say,
except I'm sorry.

I just...
I want to apologize

for concealing the truth
from the man I love.

REPORTER: When did you
decide to tell him?

SLATER: Thank you very much.
Thank you!

(REPORTERS SHOUTING QUESTIONS)

GLENN: We should send
something to Potter

for saving us
the trouble of having
to do another attack ad.

Maybe a cheesecake
in honor of his ex-hooker.

(CHUCKLES)
Now I'm hungry.

Let's go eat lunch.

Oh, where are you thinking?

Hey. You ready to go?
It's Friday.

Oh, I said we'll see.

Sorry, Glenn,
I'd ask you to join us,

but you know what happened
last time I did that.

Actually, that was dinner.

She's right.

Yeah, and I invited you
to join us.

As I recall,
the three of us
ended up having

a lot more than
dinner that night.

Yeah, so what?
It was sex.
It was great sex.

That's why Maddy
ended up with me.
You ready to go?

Yeah, but she's
not with you anymore,
though, right?

You see why she
came back, right?

This is all just
to get even with me.

You think that the only reason
she would be here was for you.

She's trying to keep
every option available,

keep all the flames
burning.

You're the poster boy
for psychological projection.

You are the pot
calling the kettle black.

The kettle is black.
Only the pot can see it.

He offered me coke.

I'm hungry.
That's not true.

100 bucks says I bang her
again before you do.

Let's make it 1,000,
bitch.

You're on, bitch.

Nice suit. Fire sale,
boy's department?

This suit covers up something
you'll never have, sweetheart.

Hello?
LINDA: Leanne.

Good news on your
work visa application.

You confirmed that I was
never a football hooligan
or a skinhead?

No, that part comes later.

But your paperwork
did go to Mr. Ebell.

Yes!
We're just waiting
on his signature

before we submit it
to the I.N.S.

Linda, this is fantastic news.
Thank you so much.

And look,
I promise I will never
let Mr. Deane touch me.

Okay. Bye.

I was thinking
I could talk to the dean.

Try to postpone my exams.

Mmm-hmm.

We could go away
somewhere for
a few weeks.

Longer if you want.

Okay, David, listen.

I wanted to tell you
the truth about my past.

I was going to tell you.

But I was scared.

You're so good, David,
and I'm so not.

I did what I did,
I did it because I had...

Oh, shut up.

Wh... What?

Shut up.

No, I'm sorry, no.
I need to...

I don't want to know.

No, I think that
we really do need to...

(MOANS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

They love you.

Who?
Everyone.

Absolutely everyone.

The media can't get enough
of the redemption story.

Women voters think
you're a hero

for giving the woman
you love a second chance,

and the men
just think
she's sexy.

Well, I'm not
running anymore.

Your name is still
on the ballot.

This isn't a bump, David.
This is a spike.

This doesn't happen.

Hey, nobody walks away from
a second chance like this.

Nobody.

(REPORTERS TALKING)

WOMAN REPORTER:
Just one question.
Just one question.

One question, please.

Holly, how are you?

How do you feel about David
getting back into the race

and his decision
to still marry
Mikhaela?

Well, I guess you
can't accuse him

of being soft
on prostitution.

(LAUGHING)

MITCH: Just let me add,
since I've been
cleared of all charges,

I am looking forward
to spending more time
with my candidate.

And my foundation, and of
course, with my darling girls.

Aren't they sweet?

But I think you'd rather
hear from L.A.'s next D.A.!

(CHEERING)

That was wonderful.
Thanks so much, Mr. Markham.

So, we could restructure
your foundation,
so, you know...

No, if you really want
to piss off the twins,

you'll write me
into your will.

(CHUCKLES)
Well, I've already decided
who's getting everything.

Miriam.

(ROBERT SCREAMS)

(ALL SCREAMING)

Oh! Oh, my God!

KEEGAN: Robert?

Oh, boy.