Let's not forget one basic fact.
That I'm a prostitute.
- Marry me. - I just need a little bit of time.
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.
Hey!
Oh!
My... my... my fiancé has been shot!
If you would consider a run for D.A.,
I'd be more than happy to give you my endorsement.
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.
Yes.
Arthur was always very...
Supportive.
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?
This guy here.
He's the last honest man in Los Angeles.
I wouldn't have endorsed his father for dogcatcher.
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... - Mm?
It's actually that way.
Oh, of course.
Thanks.
Adios, amigos.
You, my friend,
are the golden closer.
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?
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.
I can't imagine a better D.A. for the city of Los Angeles.
I want to do for this city
what Mitch Markham has done for this state,
both as governor, and now with his charitable foundation.
To make this a place where we can...
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?
Ah, my competition has arrived.
If I thought that Mr. Barnes here was serious about...
I'm talking about the freedom of bodily expression.
That's ridiculous.
I am serious about standing up for the victims of crime.
Ha!
And what about the victims of clothes?
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.
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.
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.
Some have called him a hero,
but soon I hope you'll be calling him a whole lot more.
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 fiancée 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.
- This is a... - - 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.
Yes.
There is. Isn't there?
- 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.
Problem?
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.
Okay, sir, turn around.
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.
Hi.
Mr. Deane.
I'm Jenny Markham.
Hi, I'm Rachel.
Daddy's waiting...
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...
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...
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?
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.
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.
Glenn.
Glenn!
- Oh, hey, Scarlet. - Hey!
Ooh, can we kill the bouzoukis?
Glenn, have you been drinking?
No. Just champagne.
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.
Maddy.
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.
Ah ha ha... my worthy opponent.
David. Welcome to the campaign.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
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?
Will we hear from her?
Is there anything you'd like to say to the person who shot you?
Uh, yes. Uh... that hurt.
Thank you for coming out.
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.
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.
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?
- 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.
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.
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.
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.
Which makes no sense.
I say, "fountain does not go to van nuys."
Now, how did he react to that?
With yelling.
What did he yell?
"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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
Or bigger boobs!
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! - 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.
I've seen her handle things.
I'm leaving.
I'm uncomfortable being the moral compass in the room.
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.
Where in the city?
Ah... uh...
You know, near the river.
- The... - The Sava or the Danube?
They're both so beautiful.
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 fiancée? 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.
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?
The truth is I'm a whore.
And I can't do this to him, Kee.
It's not okay.
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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.
Simms,
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!
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.
Get out.
Get. Out!
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... - 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 fiancée'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.
When did you find out, sir?
Can we hear from her? Can we hear from you, ma'am?
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.
When did you decide to tell him?
Thank you very much. Thank you!
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.
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?
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...
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.
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.
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.!
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.
Well, I've already decided
who's getting everything.
Miriam.
The issues of gang crime...
- Oh! - Oh, my God!
Robert?
Oh, boy.
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