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Mr. President.

Doctor, thank you for coming. Please.

I see you did your civic duty.

You can't ask,

and it'd probably violate some
shrink canon of ethics to tell you,

but I don't think you'd
be unhappy with my choice.

Were you surprised to get my call?

One's capacity for surprise

tends to be an early casualty
in this line of work.

But it did seem an unusual way
for a presidential candidate

- to spend his election day.
- I don't know.

In 1960, Richard Nixon
voted in Southern California,

hopped into a white convertible,

ditched the press and headed south.

Ended up in Tijuana, where he had lunch,

then came back across the
border, meandered north,

all the way up to the Mission
at San Juan Capistrano,

entered the church, sat down
in one of the empty pews,

reportedly for hours.

So, at best, this would
have to rate second.

Well, what did you want to talk about?

I'm having difficulty sleeping.

Anxious insomnia can't be unknown
to presidential candidates.

- This is different.
- Why?

I have a confession to make.

God damn it, Garrett!

What the fuck have you
and Phil done to me?

Why would you do this
despicable thing behind my back?

Why would you do it at all?

- Hey.
- Did you find anything out?

That you need to call
a lawyer. We all do.

What is so important?

This establishes
attorney-client privilege.

That's just a TV thing.

We can either talk as old friends,

or with my $800-an-hour meter running.

Seems to me like you
might require the latter.

My boss on the campaign
bugged Cornelius Moss's phone.

- How long have you known?
- Half an hour.

- Who else have you told?
- No one.

Good. Now take out your
phone and call the FBI.

I'm guessing we've arrived
at the privileged part.

You're afraid it'll
hurt Kirkman's chances.

- Did he know about it?
- No.

You know that or are you guessing?

I don't... I don't know that,
but I'm not guessing. I know him.

By delaying, you may or may not
be doing him a favor in the end.

But I can guarantee you're
not helping yourself.

Every hour you don't come forward,

you're gonna have to
explain that to the FBI,

federal prosecutor,
congressional committee.

It's gonna get expensive.

- Are you gonna be all right?
- Yeah.

- Keep me posted.
- Sure. At eight bills an hour.

- Well, you get the old flame discount.
- What? We were never...

I didn't say it was requited.

I don't know what
Nixon was seeking in that chapel,

but I'm not a priest.

I don't offer absolution.

Unless it's a different
sort of confession.

Are you about to reveal
the commission of a crime?

Not in a legal sense.
Arguably, a moral one.

Still privileged nonetheless.

Understood. Go on.

Thank you, Mike. Emily, please.

What's going on?

You need to hear this.

God damn it, Garrett!

What the fuck have you
and Phil done to me?

Why would you do this
despicable thing behind my back?

Why would you do it at all?

Where the hell did you get this?

On the advice of counsel, I can't say.

- The White House Counsel?
- My personal attorney.

There's something else.

I was the one that
leaked the information

about Moss carrying
the Alzheimer's gene.

Excuse me?

I wrongly felt that we needed
to fight fire with fire,

and I regretted it immediately,
but was too ashamed to tell you

because I knew you would
be disappointed in me,

which is why I had to play
this for you right away.

I couldn't fail you again...

... and given the high
premium that you put

on personal integrity and fair play,

I knew you'd want to correct the record,

consequences be damned.

I should go.

Emily.

Thank you for this.

Good night, sir.

Did you believe the
sound recording was authentic?

- Seemingly.
- Isn't that equivocating?

- I couldn't be certain.
- I didn't ask if you were certain.

I asked if you believed if it was real.

Yes. Yes, I did.

You made me late.

You made yourself late.

The quickie. Another
faculty lost to old age.

I'm not complaining.

It appears your boy's gonna win.

Didn't your father ever tell
you never to say that out loud?

He was customarily reelected
by a 20-point margin.

In our house, superstition was
deemed a counterfeit humility.

You know, your dad's old Senate seat

is up for special election next year.

It'd be nice to get somebody in there

to do justice to the old man's memory.

Yeah, and be a reliable Senate vote

for Kirkman's next term agenda.

It's not gonna be easy.

A presidential win by
a man with no party,

no coattails, favors owed.

Means to whip rank-and-file discipline.

- You'll just have to scare them.
- Yeah.

Speaking of scary,

we got the bill for my rehab,

and I can't help but
feel awful about it.

- Babe, you...
- Not to mention guilty

over how lucky we are
that we have the means.

The main thing is that you're sober now

and committed to staying that way.

Thank you again for being so supportive.

It is so great to have you back.

Dawn patrol!

Huddle up. Here we are.

Day before the election.

Overnight polling is encouraging.

Encouraging? We're killing it!

Don't get overconfident.

We're still within the margin
of error in the battlegrounds,

in Florida, in the
Upper Midwest, in Texas.

Did you just hear yourself?

The words "Texas" and "battlegrounds"

- in the same sentence?
- Right.

It's a wonder what a
little genocidal plotting

by your opponent will do.

But let's not count chickens.
You think you're tired now?

I want you next-level spent.

We gotta canvass, canvass, canvass.

Work the phones, tweet storms,

get out there and knock on doors.

I want you so far up
your state chairs' asses

that when they yawn,
I see your hairline.

Go win an election.

Good luck.

Emily, hang back a minute?

I heard about your mom. I'm so sorry.

That must have been...

Oh, God, I can't imagine
what that was like.

If you need, just take the day.

Thank you, but I'm fine.

- Have you contacted an attorney?
- You found Pegasus.

We can't have this conversation.

- Fuck!
- You're with the president today.

Call me after.

- After what?
- You'll know.

Just because I believed
the recording was real,

didn't answer everything.
What if I was wrong?

What if it had been staged
and strategically released?

Is that what you suspected?

It was possible,
given what was at stake,

the dirty tricks Moss
had already played.

But it wasn't leaked to the media.

It came via your own campaign aide.

- So, your dirty trick scenario...
- Is bullshit.

Congratulations, you got me. Happy?

Are you happy? You're about
to be elected president.

Do I look happy?

Just a second.

Come in.

Hey, you left this on the bathroom sink.

Looking promising for tomorrow.

Yep.

- You doing okay?
- No.

- Aaron?
- He was...

He was so sweet with my parents, and...

he's come such a long way
in embracing who he is.

And now, he's about to
become vice president.

And I still have so much anger.

Maybe you just need
a little revenge sex.

- It's not that funny.
- I'm sorry.

This whole thing just
has me really emotional.

Fine. More emotional.

The good news is,

it's not something you need
to figure out right now, right?

Sorry.

Thank you.

Why does talking
about this make you angry?

- I was wrestling with something else.
- What?

I'm trying to figure a way to say this

without it sounding like an excuse.

I'm not sitting here in judgment.

How much does this recording
exonerate Moss anyway?

Unpack that.

Moss is in league with the
conspirators in a larger sense.

Accepted huge amounts of money from one,

paid a lavish salary to the other.

These men's views were widely known.

Detwiler was quoted as saying

immigrants were turning America
into a third world country.

Brunton tweeted out, "We
can't save our civilization

on the backs of other people's babies."

Moss knew exactly who he
was getting into bed with.

And if he wins this election,

they're who he'll be accountable to.

In articulating that, did that
sound to you like an excuse?

No, it sounded like the truth.

- Hey, how's it going?
- You people are sadists.

Rallies in San Antonio, Austin
and Dallas? It's barely 9:00.

That's a lot of breakfast burritos.

Hey, Em, I'm sorry about your mom.

Thank you.

Everybody here sends their condolences.

- So, how are you holding up?
- I'm fine.

Yeah? Would you say if you weren't?

Probably not. What's
the vibe like there?

Oh, it's just disgust for Moss.

I'm still not 100% convinced
that he was involved.

Come on, his right-hand
guy, biggest donor,

that cell phone video... They're
sure blaming Moss in Texas.

Hmm. Yeah, well, fasten your
seat belt. It's gonna be a day.

What, you know something?

Just, the day before, things go bump.

Anyway, thanks for calling. I gotta go.

Emily, this is my offspring, Stephanie.

- Hi, it's so nice to meet you.
- Hi.

Thank you so much for this
opportunity to volunteer.

Oh, well, at 4:00 a.m.,

when you remember that
you're doing this for free,

gratitude may not be your first thought.

But let me introduce you to the
person who'll show you the ropes.

I have a statement,

after which I'll take your questions.

Moss presser.

I begin by condemning,

in the strongest terms possible,

this unspeakable bioterror plot.

I join all Americans

in calling on those found
to have played any role

to be punished to the
fullest extent of the law.

And should it turn out
that those responsible

include persons associated
with my presidential campaign,

then I owe the American people
the most profound apology.

However, any insinuation or
outright accusation that I myself

had any role in or any
knowledge of this vile conspiracy

is entirely without basis.

And I am therefore owed
an equally profound apology

from all of those individuals
who have so irresponsibly alleged.

Most particularly,

the holder of the high office

that is being contested
in tomorrow's election.

Mr. President, I, and
the American people,

eagerly await that statement of apology.

How did you feel after
you heard him say that?

That I owed him absolutely nothing.

And now I'll take your questions.

Have you spoken to the president?

Yes. And I made not only my displeasure,

but my disappointment in him known.

Are you concerned
about the impact that...

I hope he gets a Latin
King for a cellmate.

The conspiracy was about
keeping a state like Texas red.

And now exposing it may result

in exactly what they
were hoping to prevent.

Yeah, karma's not a bitch.
She's a freaking queen.

Please, sit down.

I was wondering about your plans

vis-�-vis Aaron, the vice presidency.

That's a completely sexist question.

Permission to begin again.

I've been tremendously impressed
with you this past year.

I think we work well together,
complement each other.

Background, gender, age.

I have no intention
of leaving my position.

This isn't just about
not wanting to lose you.

If we get the good news that
we expect to get tomorrow,

I'd like to offer you the job of

White House Deputy Chief of Staff.

Oh, my God.

- You don't have to answer right...
- Yes. Yes.

Of course. I... I would
be honored to accept.

Okay. Something I want to get a jump on.

It is manifestly unfair

the kind of rehab facilities
available to the affluent

that are impossibly out of
financial reach to most Americans.

Start strategizing on a means
to compel Big Pharma,

liquor, cigarette companies

to designate a portion of their
profits to the cost of rehab.

Hmm. So help get their customers

off the products that they spend so much

in marketing dollars
enticing them to overuse.

- Mmm-hmm.
- I love it. When you say strategize...

Pull together an inter-agency team.

Liaise with the appropriate
cabinet departments,

subcommittees on the Hill.

You're Deputy Chief of Staff.

Kick a little ass.

I will get right on it.

Really, Myles? This is
such a dweeb clich�.

The thrashed hybrid,
the congealed ramen,

the faint mist of
flaming hot Cheeto dust.

Okay, all right. What's up?

I need you to wipe any trace
of Pegasus off my computer.

Yeah, of course. That was
always part of the plan.

No, you're not hearing me.

I want you to do it right now.
Right this minute.

- That's not possible.
- What?

I can't do it remotely, Lorraine.

I need physical access to your computer.

Which, correct me if I'm
wrong, is in a glass cubicle

in the middle of, what,

the busiest office in DC
for the next 36 hours?

All right, tomorrow night. After
the polls close in the west,

everyone will leave for the party.

As soon as the last man
out shuts off the lights,

I want you in there scrubbing
before the filaments cool.

- Get your fucking car washed.
- All right.

Let me ask you something. Why am I here?

If you're at peace with your conclusion.

- I'm not at peace with my action.
- By action, do you mean...

- My inaction.
- Okay, let's explore that.

Does President Kirkman have a comment

on the statement by
former President Moss?

You know on the last
day of the campaign,

the president is really just focusing

on the issues that are most
important to the American people.

- Seth?
- Seth!

Does he believe in
Moss's denial of involvement?

The president believes that the
investigation into this matter

will be thorough and conclusive,

and it's most appropriate for him

to let it unfold without
any additional comment.

- Seth?
- Colin.

So the president stands by his statement

that he believes Moss was complicit?

That's all I have for today.

Thank you, everybody.
Don't forget to vote.

Hey.

Seth, did you speak with the president

before making those remarks?

Yeah, I talked to him before I went up.

Hello?

I implicated Moss in a conspiracy.

Now, I had evidence that
might prove his innocence,

and did nothing with it.

Because you felt he bore
responsibility regardless?

- Yes, and I didn't want to reward him.
- In what sense?

Moss isn't a right-wing extremist.

Hell, his record shows
he governed as a moderate.

- But he changed?
- I prefer "cynically pivoted".

Explain.

Moss wanted to become president again.

He knew in a three-way race, the
Democrats would run to the left.

I'd stay in the center.
That left him with what?

The right.

So he rebranded himself
a hard-line conservative.

Surrounded himself with bigoted
zealots like Detwiler and Brunton.

He didn't believe in
their nativist bullshit.

But he knew that the hard-line
conservatives would vote in a block.

And in a three-way race, that
just might be enough to win.

So, you wanted him to
pay for his dishonesty?

Yes.

By being dishonest yourself?

Like you're being right now.

Not coming forward, was that

really because you didn't
want to reward him?

- No.
- Why?

Because I wanted to win.

They came for you, Houston!

And not to kill you.

Their plan was more hidden
and arguably more evil.

They came for your future.

They came for your children
that would never be born,

these associates of Cornelius Moss.

No, what they didn't reckon with,

what they did not understand,

is that they didn't just
come for you or for me.

They came for every American.

They came for our future,
for our children,

as part of this great, extended
and proudly diverse American family!

So tomorrow, elect Tom Kirkman,

president of all the people of
these United States of America!

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How's it going?
- Real good, actually.

Almost worth the permanent nerve damage

from shaking 8,000 hands.

Ugh. There's not enough
hand sanitizer in the world.

- You know, we're gonna win this thing.
- Texas, huh?

Game changer. Who would have thought.

Quite the legacy for Hannah Wells.

Amen to that.

Hey, this is... This
is gonna be awkward.

Uh...

Yeah, shoot.

- How's Isabel?
- Dude.

I know she's living with you,
and you guys talk, right?

- How's she feeling about me?
- What is this, middle school?

Look, I screwed up. And I know that.

- But if it cost me a future with her...
- You love her.

- I do.
- So tell her. That's all I got.

Hey, Seth, I'm sorry to put
you in the middle of all this.

No, you haven't, and I'm not.

- But just talk to her, man, straight up.
- Okay.

You didn't clear Moss so you might win.

I just said that.

What you're trying to work out

is whether the ends justify the means.

As far as I'm concerned for
the country, absolutely yes.

No, for you, personally.

Isn't that what you're
trying to reconcile?

"What profits a man who
gains the whole world,

only to lose his soul?"

Well, I don't think we need
to send out a search party

for your soul just yet.

Your argument about Moss's
enabling and inauthenticity,

they weren't specious or fallacious.

Why didn't you take them
to the American people?

You learn pretty quickly that
politics doesn't run on reason,

it runs on emotion.

People vote their instincts and
backfill arguments to fit them.

If I'd released that recording,

the voters that Moss would've lost

would have had enough cover
to sit on their conscience,

regardless of what
point I would have made.

Thank you for that. Thank you.

And for your incredible
dedication and tireless work

on behalf of what, well,

when we started, seemed
to be an insurmountable task,

electing an Independent to the
presidency of the United States.

And the fact that I even
have a chance tomorrow

is owed to you, the
people here in this room.

And I will be forever grateful.

Now, we have put forward
over these last few months

our best case to the American people.

But it is now in the voters' hands.

So, to tomorrow. Thank
you all. Thank you.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Did you feel a fraud?

Not then. That came later.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Late notice, but the
president's invited us,

you, me and Aaron, to the
Residence for drinks and dessert,

to sort of bookend that dinner we had

back in January when you came back.

The one he thinks of as
the kickoff to the campaign.

You there?

Uh, yeah. Um... I'm on my way.

You ready to maintain a frozen smile

through the entire State of the Union?

I'm planning on doing
bunny ears behind his back.

Just make sure you use both fingers.

And there she is. What's your pleasure?

A single malt, please.

What does it say that her
drink is manlier than mine?

Everything, really.

Thanks.

To all of you,

who believed in me before I
was sure I believed in myself.

And for helping me to answer

one of Emily's on-point
questions in early days,

why was I running for president?

Thank you all.

To stopping Moss and his
merry band of eugenicists

from reshaping the country in
the image of Ozzie and Harriet.

To being the people's president.

I thought it was to be a welcome
break from politics as usual,

disingenuousness and craven calculation.

To restore integrity and
honesty to the public sphere.

- All right, yeah, all that too.
- I'll drink to that.

Joe, thank you very much.

Oh, man, I can feel my blood sugar

spike just from looking at that.

Ladies first.

Why not? Conscience be damned.

Thank you, Mr. President. Good night.

Good night.

- Mr. President.
- Aaron.

Sir.

Emily, could you
stay for a moment, please?

Of course.

You think I owe you an
explanation. I don't.

Because you're the president.

No, because you came to me in
the 59th minute of the 11th hour

with a recording, wouldn't
tell me where it was from.

- To protect you.
- One that purportedly

would have exonerated
Moss from having anything

to do with this conspiracy.

Not purportedly, plainly.

We didn't have enough time
to verify its authenticity.

I don't believe this.

You honestly think that

I would have risked the
presidency of the United States

over a recording I knew nothing about?

This is so beneath you, sir.

You are self-justifying, grasping...

- Emily, watch your tone.
- I'm sorry.

Did I not say, "With all due respect"?

I'm having a little
trouble mustering it.

Okay, enough. This was my
call to make and I made it.

I don't owe you an explanation.

Hmm. Just as well, because
I certainly didn't get one.

Best of luck tomorrow, Mr. President.

- Well, she gave it to you good.
- Yes, she did.

Do you feel like you deserved it?

I guess that's what I'm
trying to figure out.

- Sleepless? Again?
- Hey.

It looks like tomorrow'll
bring good news,

if it's not jinxing to mention.

The hard part's over, in any event.

I've learned that running
isn't the hard part.

Does governing keep
you up nights like this?

Sometimes.

But it's not the job, either.

What, then?

Knowing if you're worthy of it.

The voters believe you are.

They're about to return you to office.

We'll see. The big
question is, do I deserve it?

Where's that coming from?

You should unburden yourself to someone,

even if just in prayer.

Try to get some rest.

- Night.
- Night.

So, you reached out to me.

Well, God wouldn't take my call.

Hey.

I need five minutes with the president.

He left instructions
not to be disturbed.

- That don't apply to me.
- He said you'd say that.

What if this is a national emergency?

Is it a national emergency?

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

A little bit.

- Thank you, Russell.
- Don't mention it.

Volunteers, where are
my turnout numbers?

If I can't get them before cable news,

what am I not paying you for?

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

You have done great work, Dontae.

And I'm not promiscuous with my praise.

I appreciate you saying.

Listen, you and Emily are tight, right?

What is going on with her?

What do you mean?

- Her mom dying.
- But I think there's something else.

I've been on the trail
with the president.

Dontae, people are
gonna call me about you.

I can really help you in your career.

Sorry, I got nothing.

Well, thank you, Dontae.

So, what you're saying is,
you didn't trust the voters?

How does that make you feel?

You're a voter. How
does that make you feel?

I ask the questions.

My responsibility is
to the American people.

So, yes, I chose not to throw a lifeline

to this race-baiting fraud

because I don't think he's
fit to run the country.

- In your view.
- In my view. Yes, in my goddamn view!

I know I'm sounding undemocratic
here, but let's be honest.

How democratic is this country, really?

With the electoral college,
gerrymandered districts.

Isn't that straying a little
bit into self-justification?

Isn't it simpler?

That, as president, you just
thought you knew better?

Thank you all for coming.
I won't keep you.

I know a lot of you have victory parties

to attend and concession wakes to avoid.

I asked you, congressional leadership,

here to discuss our way forward.

If the exit polls are to be believed,

it's shaping up to be a
resounding Kirkman win.

A protest vote, against
an alleged conspiracy.

Hardly a mandate.

The accidental president redux,

with still no governing majority.

Face facts, Harper.
He's a day-one lame duck.

That's exactly what I expected to hear

from you esteemed beltway
insiders, canny old pros.

Tell that story, be my guest.

Do your performative gridlock,

that sorry, lazy excuse for
not doing the people's work.

Here's our story,

that American voters gave
a decisive electoral victory

to a fierce Independent to govern,

because they've had it up
to here with all of you.

That this is a repudiation
to partisan stalemate

and government by self-interest
and glorified bribe.

And we won't just hammer this
message on every media outlet.

We're gonna hammer it

in your home states,
your districts, where you live.

Blows taking dead aim at your
lobbyist-fed, exposed bellies.

Because the only thing people
respond to in this town is fear.

So know this. Anyone obstructionist,
who doesn't meet us halfway

in good faith negotiation

and mutual compromise,
will get primaried.

And not from the left or the right,

but from that dead
bull's-eye sensible center,

where the American majority lives.

This election is the drawing in

of the waves that foretells the tsunami.

So, either you play ball and play fair,

or be prepared to be swept away.

Have a good night.

- What is it you're looking for from me?
- Are you kidding me?

I get that you're not a priest
and you can't absolve me,

but you gotta give me
something, for Christ's sakes.

Tell me this self-loathing
isn't justified or oversized,

or at least that it'll pass.

You know that's not up to me.

Patient, heal thyself. Quite
a racket you guys got going.

Our time is past up.

At least tell me this.
Do you regret your vote?

I ask the questions.

- Good night, sir.
- Good night, Doctor.

- Dad, they called it! You won.
- Oh!

- You so deserve this.
- Thank you, sweetheart.

- I gotta go and get ready for the party.
- Okay.

Mom would've been really proud.

This is so crazy. I'm
hugging people I just met!

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

You think he'll be able to govern?

It's gonna be an uphill climb,

which is why we can't leave this

open Virginia Senate seat up to chance.

- You're considering a run.
- Not me. You.

Very funny.

- Mars.
- It's your dad's old seat.

There is no one savvier about this town,

yet no career politician.

And a drug addict. You buried the lede.

Recovered, with a
relatable story to tell.

A triumph over the scourge
plaguing the state and the country.

I don't feel very triumphant.

More like holding on by my fingernails.

Then talk about that. How
it's a struggle every day.

Look, the one takeaway
from this Kirkman win

is that the electorate
is craving authenticity.

Your father hosted all those
glittering dinner parties.

You know what he once said to me?

That you were always the
smartest one at the table.

He never told me that.

You neither.

Well, you know, I was
usually also in attendance,

so it cut both ways.

But he was right. Politics
is not only in your blood.

You've steeped in it your whole life.

First at your dad's side, then mine.

Your intuitive grasp,
seeing around corners,

I have relied on it my entire career.

You're very sweet to say all this.

Sweet has nothing to do with it.

It's in my craven political interest.

I just don't know if I could.

Well, I do.

And you're just gonna
have to trust me on it.

I'm not gonna say think about
it, because I'm gonna make you.

Every day until the filing deadline.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

Hey.

Ah! The once and future president.

- I owe this all to you.
- No, it's always about the candidate.

In my job, you just
try not to fuck it up.

We spent a lot of
breakfasts strategizing here.

Yeah, the proverbial
frank exchange of ideas.

- I got you to bend a little.
- More than I expected.

Such is campaigning.

I'll let you go. I just wanted
to personally say congratulations.

Thank you, Lorraine, for everything.

Oh. Mr. President.

Come in, Seth. I swear I'm almost ready.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

Mr. Vice President.

How does it feel?

You know, I was at the Voto Latino party

when Texas put us over.

And just to see the jubilation,

the sense of pride and that
acknowledgment washing over everyone.

And what it meant for them.
What it means to me.

Isi, I have you to thank for that.

And that canto de mierda, Moss.

That's my Isi.

Which is my point.

It just felt wrong that
you weren't there with me.

It's wrong that we're not together.

Because I love you.

And I know I can't
ask you to forgive me.

All I can do is ask that
you give me another chance.

You know, these last two days,

thinking of you as vice president,

I'd burst into tears with no idea why.

Until now.

I can't be with you. I'm sorry.

- Isi, just...
- It's not because of the infidelity.

It's something deeper,

something that's always
nagged at me under the surface.

- You never took me seriously.
- Isi, you can't say that...

I don't mean as a romantic partner.

I mean as a colleague,

someone substantial and considerable.

You making VP now will
only make that worse.

- What are you...
- Mars Harper just promoted me

to be his Deputy Chief of Staff.

- Congratulations, that's...
- You see that? Right there.

That surprise on your
face and in your voice.

It's just...

It's so clarifying that
this man who hardly knows me

recognizes something in me

that my live-in lover never saw.

- That's not fair, Is...
- No, you know what's not fair?

In fact, what really sucks

is that this is the
greatest night of your life,

and I'm telling you this.

But that life will have
to go on without me.

- Okay, we're not done talking about this...
- We are.

It's over.

All right. Okay.

I'll see you at the party.

Hey! We did it!

Well, you did it.

I'm just a not-so-disinterested
bystander.

Oh, man, you exercised the franchise.

Or did you just borrow
that from somebody

so you could fit in better?

I actually voted.

Eyes wide open, but hopeful.

- Looking for someone more important?
- No, no, no.

- You got a date!
- Uh, not a date per se.

Someone you hope to hook up with?

We kind of already have. Biologically.

- It's Stephanie's mom.
- What?

Hey. Shouldn't you be protecting
the vice president-elect?

Off shift tonight. Hey, congrats.

You know, I'm crediting
this entire win to you.

Is it cool?

Fuck it. We won.

FBI! Step away from the computer!

Federal agents, Mr. Lee.

We need you to accompany us, sir.

- Will you come cooperatively?
- Yes. Yeah.

- Mars.
- Mr. Vice President-elect.

- You know my wife, Lynn.
- Congratulations.

I owe an awful lot to your husband.

- No, no, no.
- No, no. His mentorship,

- his guidance, his example. I...
- It's time, sir.

None of this would've happened
for me if it weren't for you.

Not true.

That boy is a born politician.

He is a star.

Which is why you want him

stumping for you on your Senate run.

- Emily.
- Hey.

- Condolences about your mother.
- Thank you.

- Is it true you had to be the one to...
- Yeah.

- How awful for you.
- I appreciate that.

I wanted to apologize over

how I acted towards you
with the whole Aaron thing.

- Totally understandable.
- No.

No, it's fucked up to blame the woman

when all of the anger should be
directed towards the cheating guy.

Who I just ended it with for good.

- Not because of...
- No. Uh...

No, nothing to do with that.

- We should grab lunch sometime.
- That'd be nice.

I'm not feeling well.

Could you just let people
know I went home?

I mean, if anyone asks?

- Yeah. Feel better.
- Thanks.

And we're getting word right now.

Former president Moss,

taking the podium at his
campaign headquarters.

Thank you. Thank you.

I just called President Kirkman to
congratulate him on his victory...

... and to wish him and the country

all the best going forward.

But I would be remiss for
not noting the circumstances

that led to needing to give a
concession speech this night.

The erosion of a sense
of honor and fair play

that has brought us to this moment.

I will have more to say
on this and other matters

in the days and weeks and months ahead.

Because tonight, I
can say with assurance

that you most definitely will
have Cornelius Moss to kick around

for some time to come.

Thank you all, and may God bless
the United States of America.

Hey, it's Myles, and
this is me ducking your call.

Leave a message or don't.

Thank you.

Thank you.

It is with great pride and pleasure

that I introduce to you our
current and future president

of the United States, Tom Kirkman!

Come on.

Thank you for everything.
I'll be right back.

Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you very much.

I am deeply humbled and honored

by the incredible support
my candidacy has received

from those celebrating
with me here tonight,

to the tens of millions
across this great land

who've entrusted me with
the most precious commodity

this great nation has
to offer, their vote.

It now falls upon me

to prove to you over the next four years

that your faith in me was justified.

Now, for those who
couldn't muster that faith,

for whom this victory feels like defeat,

I pledge to work equally hard for you,

to listen to you, to
honor our differences,

but always engage opposing ideas

in a spirit of humility and respect.

For it is through the airing
of our differences that we grow

as individuals and as a country.

Acceptance of those differences

doesn't just make us a better people,

it is the essence of what
it means to be an American.

Now, I did not get here alone.

Many people contributed to this victory.

- Lorraine Zimmer?
- Yeah?

FBI. Come with me, please.

But the person I could
not have done this without...

Yeah, okay.

... standing beside me
right from the start,

is your new vice president
and my friend, Aaron Shore.

I knew you were treacherous.

I didn't take you for this stupid.

You've just tainted the greatest
victory in presidential history.

- Ma'am?
- Look at you,

high on the fumes of
your moral superiority.

You're the one who
fucked someone else's man

because one day you felt sad.

You're the one who
leaked Moss's gene results

because you thought no one was looking.

Hell, the way I heard it,

you couldn't even kill
your poor mama right.

- You're a fucking monster.
- I know what I am.

I'm someone who wins.
What the fuck are you?

We need to go, ma'am.

I would also like to take a moment

and add a particular
thanks to Emily Rhodes,

who's been with me
from the very beginning.

She has seen me at my best,

and most assuredly, my worst.

And whose highest of high standards

I will always endeavor to meet.

Now, I began our campaign noting
that our politics felt broken.

They say a presidential campaign

is like an X-ray into your soul.

Our institutions diminished.

Our discourse coarsened.

Let tonight be the first
step in setting all that right.

Is this just something I did?
Or is this who I am now?

Let us come together, restoring
civility to our debates,

transparency to our governance!

Next time I give a speech,

will there be some corner
of my mind just whispering...

And above all, honesty
with the American people!

... "You are so full of shit"?