All language subtitles for Rake s01e11 Remembrance of Taxis Past.eng

Let's not forget one basic fact.

That I'm a prostitute.

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

[Crash]
[Grunts]

(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!

- [Gunshot]
- Oh!

My... my... my fianc? 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, chatter]

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.

Mm, 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.

[Laughter]

Hey, hey, just for the record,

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

(Ben) 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...
- Mm?

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.

[Laughter]

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

[Applause]

I want to do for this city

what Mitch Markham has done for this state,

both as governor, and now
with his charitable foundation.

[Applause]

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, murmurs]

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.

[Laughter]

(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?

- Mm-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.

Mm.

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?

Mm, 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.

[Cheers and applause]

(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 fianc?e 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.

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.

Mm...

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]

[Whooping, rhythmic clapping]

(Scarlet) 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 Gulf Stream.

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 chattering, 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.

[Laughter] 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?
- Sure.

On your corporate card.
Two nights ago at Affinage?

I could... I could come back.

- No, it's fine.
- Okay.

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 s-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.
- Mm-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.

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?

- I really miss it.
- Mm.

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.

Mm-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]

[Laughs]

[Laughs] 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.
- Literally.

He made eagle scout when he was 13.

Well, what about the fianc?e?
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.

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...
- [Mitch continues in background]

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.

E... 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.

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 C.F.O 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?
- Mm-hmm.

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

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.
- Mm.

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 fianc?e'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?

Can we hear from her?
Can we hear from you, ma'am?

[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.

At'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 rejection.

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.

Mm-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.

N-no, I think that we really do need to...

[Moans]

[Knock 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 chattering]

(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.

[Laughter]

(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.!

[Cheers and applause]

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.

(Reporter) The issues of gang crime...

[Overlapping chatter]

[Robert screams]

[All screaming]

- Oh!
- Oh, my God!

(Keegan) Robert?

Oh, boy.

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