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-Dad, look! I drew us. -What?

- Other side. - Oh.

- So beautiful! Look, that's me and that's you, and...

...and the other-- Yes!

Oh, my God! I'm gonna hold on to this forever and ever.

You know, you deserve the world, sugar plum.

And I'm gonna give it to you.

I mean, big-ass house, toys, parties, friends!

You ready to go get it?

We're gonna go in there and scrounge up

our investment capital right now.

Let's go get it.

What do you want?

-Anything at all. -Ice cream!

Yes! Good choice!

All right, now listen, go grab a bunch,

but remember, do not turn around.

Got it?

Okay, baby. Use your hands.

- Yo, open the register!

Give me the fucking money!

Everybody, get a load of this one,

you're not gonna believe it.

From trailer park trash to Washington political trash.

No, no, no! Let's, let's hear it.

We can confirm Senator Bradley Weiner's stepdaughter,

Mary Sue Harper, has returned today home

following her massive scandal this week in Moscow.

The allegations? Sex, violent confrontations with authorities,

enough drugs to kill an elephant,

and guess who bailed her out again?

I mean, what business does she even have over there?

She's a spoiled brat, plain and simple.

Never thought of anything other than her own selfish desires

-and her own-- -Okay, that, that's enough.

This story has--

Are you serious?

Just, uh, don't tell the big guy, huh?

Carrie?

Yeesh!

Carrie! You home?

Got my stuff?

And the housekeeper pulls through again.

- She's in her room, I think. -Nice.

Hey, you think I can hit it?

I bet she puts out super easy.

Careful. She's a druggie piece of shit, just like her real dad.

He was stabbed or shot, or what was it?

Stabbed 12 times in the face and neck.

-Pretty fucking sick, if you ask me. -How the fuck

- did you get down here? - And I only put out

if you can punch me in the face. Hard.

All right? No pussy shit. I'm talking broken orbitals.

Okay? Send me to the next week. S-- scratch that, next fucking month.

Okay? You can rock me like that,

I'll let you photograph me however the hell you want. How's that for a deal?

Gandhi once said,

"Do what you love and you'll never work a day in your life."

- And, well, it, it's a long story.

- People call me spoiled, people call me entitled,

but I know where the anger comes from.

They're jealous. They're lucky if they can just barely scrape by

and pay their bills working some shit job.

Well, I'm lucky because my dad robbed a convenience store when I was seven.

- Give me the fucking money!

- Fuck, man, I was just--

Cue my mom's slut face...

...her meeting Mayor Bradley Weiner at a fundraiser...

...Mayor Bradley Weiner becoming Senator Bradley Weiner...

...and Senator Bradley Weiner freeing us from the tyranny of having to live real lives.

Look at me now, Dad! I get to have all your fun with none of the consequences, don't I?

- People say that Bradley only got married to further

his political goals or something.

And also that he's trying to get rid of me.

Like the time he sent me away to another country?

- Or that I'm an abuse victim... - whatever that means.

But again, that's just stupid people being stupid jealous.

- ...great to see you-- - If I could use

one word to describe my stepdad...

...it would be honest,

loyal, hard-working, and pure.

- He's not the guy who says one thing and does another

behind closed doors. He lives his values.

I hope you vote for me in 20 years. Thank you, Mommy!

Being a senator's kid truly allows you to live your life

the way Gandhi would've wanted. Rules? Not my problem.

Money? Not my problem.

Problems? Not my fucking problem.

And he'll never say it...

...but I know why he does it.

It's because he loves me.

I mean, I'm pretty sure he loves me.

The senator's stepdaughter attacked two photographers outside her home.

Inserting their own cameras up their anal cavities.

After she claimed that they, and I'd like to quote her on this...

..."Couldn't hit her in the damn face hard enough."

Get down there!

I mean, like, why wouldn't he love me?

Mary Sue Harper got kidnaped for a third time!

Another high profile scandal for Senator Weiner,

as the Navy SEALs are once again called in

- to rescue her on the taxpayer's dime.

He definitely loves me. - Mary Sue Harper...

- Mary Sue Harper was detained this afternoon. - -Mary Sue Harper...

- Mary Sue Harper... - ...has seduced the Prime Minister of Malaysia

and stolen his kidneys. She is a national...

...security risk.

Because, truth be told,

I would literally take a bullet for that man.

I need you to put a bullet in her.

- The waters are very choppy

as Senator Weiner looks to be

reelected for his fourth term.

His opponent, activist Anita Koch,

surges even further in the polls.

Many are claiming this to be the beginning of the end

of a long, hard road for Weiner.

Various analysts are looking at the data and making

-grim predictions for Weiner as his path to victory narrows. -Here you go, sir.

-Only two months ago, he was leading by double digits... -But--

-...and now that's... -Cut that into triangles. It's more sandwich that way.

Oh, of, of course, sir.

There's a lot of housekeepers I could go with, so don't make me regret buying American.

-I understand. Won't happen again. -...push in the coming week...

Carrie.

-...he will secure... -Triangles.

More sandwich.

Yes, sir. I understand.

Lucky I'm in a good mood tonight.

The thing is, you need to take control of your life, girl.

And he is never gonna let you do that.

You know, Paige, you're so fucking right.

God, I'm so happy to hear you finally say that.

Right? Like, he's weak!

-He is. And holding you back! -100%.

Like, sending you around the world to pick up bags of cash.

It's a power play, with all his foreign bribes.

What better way to make sure they know they're below him

than to make them hand the money over to someone he thinks is such a fuck up?

W-- wait, uh, who are you talking about?

Your stepdad?

What? No! Bradley's awesome!

Who did you think we were talking about?

Those fucking losers who couldn't punch me

-in the face hard enough. -What?

It's like, just go for it, you know?

Like, if I give you full permission, why you gotta hold back?

-What? -You know, Paige, thanks for talking this through.

Really needed your support.

Your stepfather's coming.

It's time to check in on her.

-What's the price today? -U-- um, skim, whole, 2%, or organic?

Whole.

It's, uh, it's, uh, it's, uh, $4.38 a gallon.

Uh, com-- co-- come in!

Shit!

Mary Sue, on the bed. Janine, let's have a word.

This doesn't go there.

Uh, my adorable little girl. You've always been so faithful and supportive.

You've been my greatest champion, and I'll never forget it.

Thanks, Bradley. You know how much I love you.

And I... love

u--nique gifts.

Which is why we got you a very unique and special gift.

We've been eagerly anticipating your trip tomorrow.

Six months gone in a flash, and now here you are,

off to one of your big, important jobs.

Yeah, I always do feel a strange urge to go back.

What the hell's going on?

Oh, uh, and I did wanna mention, um, one other small,

tiny, little loose end.

About two years ago,

I brokered a deal with Vladyslav Volkov.

It was a smart deal at the time. It got Mary Sue

into the boardroom at his banana farm,

she didn't have to do diddly squat.

And it got him a steady stream of American intel and influence.

You know, the whole shebang.

Did you just say... Russian banana farm?

Well, Volkov wants her back in Russia soon.

Yeah, so that's one more little critical reason

we need... to just make sure she's out of this picture.

-No Mary Sue, no scandals in Siberia. -Ah.

But, but Russian banana farm?

Well-- uh--

This Vladyslav Volkov guy

is one serious badass psychopath.

He's smart and he's unpredictable.

So that is why this job has to be so clean,

you could eat off it.

So, when the accusations go flying,

all those nosy little faces are looking everywhere...

...but this guy.

What the hell's going on?

One plane ticket to Moscow.

- Hmm. - And...

One reservation, completely off the grid,

to help you get better!

That, um, whole rehab thing?

Yeah. That was, uh,

that was Janine's idea, I, I would've said no--

Well, except the girl's never gonna make it back

- to Russia in the first place. - Exactly.

- Are you fucking kidding me? - You have a bright future!

You are practically American royalty.

If you guys wanted to get me some kind of special gift,

-you could've gotten me a-- t-- Fuck, I don't know, a stripper! -What?

Like a gigolo in some tight leather pants or something.

- You need to find a calling in life outside of...

-...outside of your vices. -Or you could find solace in drinking and dancing,

partying and vodka in Moscow.

Sure that's the real reason you're compelled to go back there, isn't it?

I know it.

Look, I-- I'm not-- t-- this isn't...

...I'm on my best behavior, okay?

I've got this under control.

We are doing this because we love you, Mary Sue.

Right, Bradley?

Just listen to your mother.

How can I say "no" to you if this is what you want?

But I swear on all that is holy,

if you're really making me do this,

before I leave tomorrow, you will utter those three magical words,

"I love you," no matter what it takes.

I fucking hate you with every goddamn fiber of my being.

But soon, all the pain will be over.

We'll be free. I'll be free!

Because after tonight... you will be as dead as a doornail.

No matter what it takes.

I'm so grateful! Thank you!

Uh--

Well, I know you wanna get up bright and early, you got that flight to catch.

Yeah, bright and early.

-Oh! I should probably give you that. -Yeah.

Oh, okay. Um,

all right. Okay.

Fuck.

So, then, I eat my triangle sandwich,

I text Volkov to expect Mary Sue the very next day,

and that I have full intention of continuing our relationship.

I say good night to my wife, kiss her on the cheek,

and head out for an evening with the guys.

- Yeah, 'cause this campaign

has been long and he deserves it.

So, it happens, that's-- you know, when he's, he's gone.

Is the team ready?

Ah, the Steiners. Yeah, they're sick this week.

COVID.

-But I got a golden boy. -I really wanted the Steiners.

-He really wanted the Steiners. -He wants one guy.

It's quieter. It's more maneuverable

for a high class job like this.

Yeah. Go on.

So, his birthday's in three weeks. Do I,

- do I, do I get him something tonight, or...

...shit, do I even have time?

Or, uh, or, or, or I could get him a stripper,

'cause who wouldn't be into that, but--

Wait, nah, Mom would hate that.

- Shit. Uh, I could get him, uh--

- What the hell are you talking about?

For Bradley to open up to me before I go back to Russia.

-Oh, the banana farm gig? -Uh, yeah.

Plus, uh, something else.

God damn it! That's not fair!

Suck my dick, lady!

Choke on my fucking chode, you little dipshit!

$3.77 for 2%.

-$3.77. -Mom...

- $3... - ...why are guys, like, obsessed with their dicks?

It's like everything just boils down to that one thing.

Happy dick, angry dick, confused dick.

Oh, were you studying your milk thing?

Honey, I think, um, it would really mean a lot to him

if you took your treatment seriously.

It's gonna be hard at first, yeah,

but it's what's best for the campaign.

That's what's most important.

How do I help him with this campaign?

That's what he wants from me,

that's how I break through to him.

Fuck.

Gentlemen, I'm giving you Cable Henry.

Certified genius at birth.

Admitted to Mensa by the age of seven.

Full ride scholarships to Harvard, Yale, and MIT.

And he gave it all up for a blood lust.

And I'm really glad that he did,

because he's able to use his genius in other ways.

Like getting rich killing folk.

Cable Henry knows

at least a thousand ways to kill a man

as painfully as possible.

I once saw him skin a man alive

with a plastic spoon. And the spoon never broke.

Who else?

Uh, laundry, uh...

...bedroom upstairs.

Huh.

It's gonna, it's gonna feel real.

Um, just... I don't want them to get hurt.

Carrie, she's been with us for ten years, and...

...Janine... I need her.

J-- could he just scare them?

Just so hard, this part, really, it's really hard.

Maybe you'll find a way to justify it.

Say that it's Mary Sue's drugged out ex-boyfriend

or somebody who she owes money to,

or it could be that we kill two birds with one stone here.

Eliminate Mary Sue, and I also garner the sympathy vote.

Janine must remain in the dark. She always does.

My honest philosophy?

There are two kinds of people in the world.

Some people assume control, and some people... are controlled.

Yes.

Oh, my God, no way!

Fuck yeah! Just, just one second.

I, I gotta, I gotta go to the bathroom first.

You know, I mean, I just wanna freshen up, you know?

Not that I don't appreciate the-- Okay.

Oh-- oh. Oh! Yes, Daddy!

Fucking hell!

Do you know who my stepdad is?

Mm!

Mm!

Fucking what?

Do we have to do this in front of my mom?

Unless you'd be into it.

I mean, I didn't really think you liked this sort of thing,

but, hey, I'm not one to kink shame.

Fucking Christ.

I'm really gonna enjoy this.

Make sure she suffers...

...the way I've suffered.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Go hard! Please!

Fuck, did Bradley get you off fucking Craigslist or something?

No, no, fuck, no! Do I need to show you?

Like this.

Oh, shit.

- Hello. - Uh, Bradley?

Mary Sue. Are you okay?

I killed the hooker.

I'm telling you, consent is BDSM 101,

and, and you're right, it's fucked that he didn't get your consent,

but he definitely had that in mind when he was doing your restraints.

-Could've slipped out whenever you wanted. -No, we weren't getting out.

- How did you even do that? - Punch him so hard.

Oh, Bradley! Thank God! Tell them the dude was here

-'cause you sent him for me. -Oh-- Yeah, yeah. Uh,

God, yeah! I didn't send any-- I mean, that's preposterou--

I mean-- never do such a thing, that's not--

H-- I'm-- thank God nobody got hurt!

By any chance, did anyone call the police?

- We were going to, but then-- - Nah, fuck the cops.

Honey, please talk some sense into her!

I-- th-- they-- they'll know it was an accident!

-Self-defense! -Do you mind? I'm--

-She's probably right. -Well, listen, I-- I just

don't think we should make any

-rash decisions-- -Shouldn't--

Really, we have to think about the campaign.

Yeah, come on. Fuck the pigs!

Are we sure about this? U--

W-- we need to know that we are safe.

Yeah, we're safe, we're safe!

-Safe. -Promise you, we're safe.

Oh, my God! What is happening?

Knox! Cable Henry is dead!

-There's gonna be hell to pay. -No way. Cable Henry is a legend.

This gotta happen tonight!

She cannot go to the airport tomorrow.

Call the Steiners now.

I told you, the Steiners have COVID.

But are they sick-sick, or are they asymptomatic?

All right, I'll make the call, okay?

I think they're close by, but they're gonna want

- a lot more money. - Pay them!

Bradley...

-...let me do it. -You're my campaign manager.

-I can do it. You know I can. -It's too risky.

I fucking hate her so much.

Well, stop it, you're creeping me out.

-I didn't do-- -Oh, my God!

-What is happening? -Is this part of the sex game?

-The what? The sex game? -Huh?

Bradley, tell them. You bought the hooker because you love me.

Wait. Oh, my God.

That guy wasn't a hooker, was he?

- Shut the fuck up...

- Oh, God! - Now! Do not fucking move!

The Steiners. Oh, my God, the Steiners.

Have them take us all hostage.

Plausible deniability.

I like it. They're there for you.

And then, after she's dealt with,

the brave senator finally negotiates a peaceful resolution.

- Six cousins, a combined 18 tours of duty.

All they've ever known is kill or be killed.

So why not keep killing?

Because their leader, Chet Steiner,

is a monster.

Fuck!

These are our demands.

You resign from office

or we kill everyone.

We don't fucking play games.

I'll be back in ten minutes for an answer.

- Oh! - This is terrorism.

Oh, what are we gonna do?

I've given my life for service,

and this is the reward I get.

Bradley, I-- I think you need to...

...come up with one of your brilliant speeches

and negotiate us out of this.

I mean-- but, I'm-- I-- Okay. Hmm. Uh--

All I ever wanted,

the poor and the sick, the rich and powerful

to find, uh, harmony, to find freedom,

to find a path that they can blaze...

...um, to the future.

If only they knew my heart...

...yes. Yes, uh, I don't even know, uh--

You're a man of such influence.

You, you give so much of yourself,

and the fact that people take that for granted,

-it's sickening! -Yeah.

I owe everything to you.

From, from,

from partying in Rio de Janeiro to,

to my art commissions in Pyongyang to,

-to smoking crack with the mayor of Toronto. -Excuse me?

- I mean, not smoking crack with the mayor of Toronto.

Yeah, Mary Sue, about that whole rehab thing,

seriously, it wasn't me, I didn't have-- uh--

-there was nothing about it-- -It's about everything.

You are not dropping out of this race, Bradley.

You, you can't lose your voice.

You have far too many beautiful things to say.

Beautiful words, phrases,

three word phrases that you shower on those closest to you.

Uh...

...God bless America.

- Mm. - Close. But maybe,

may-- maybe if I prove it to you, huh?

Prove. Prove what?

-We fight! -Oh, absolutely not.

- ...we stay right here, we, we stall--

-we jump out of a window. -Janine, no one's jumping out of a window!

-Fuck! -What do you mean, fight?

Uh, you know what? I'll just resign.

No, they'll be fucking dead

before I let that happen, Bradley, I promise you.

How do you suggest that we fight?

They are trained, they have machine guns!

I'm trained.

No, you're not.

But I have a 42% win rate in solo Battle Royale, Mom!

- Come on! - Can this really be?

All those years I fought video games,

I championed the regulations, and for good reason too.

The youth of America, the pure, innocent youth

being turned into heartless killers.

-I bet every terrorist out there plays Fortnite. -Yeah.

-That's why they're so organized. -No shit.

Mary Sue, this is not a video game!

Mary Sue.

Listen to your mother.

Don't do it.

Do it. Do it.

Go on, do it, you stupid bitch!

Go out there, guns blazing.

If I drew a crayon picture of us holding hands together,

would you even put it on the refrigerator?

-Are you thinking what I'm thinking? -I'm sure as hell!

So, what happens next?

Don't fucking know. Wait another five minutes or so. Then go up.

Take care of the girl.

Discover the error of our ways.

Yeah. Well, that guy better have

a goddamn amazing monologue

to get us to surrender so fast.

It's the news headline he wants.

- Scott. Five minutes, all right? Copy?

Copy.

Fuck! The girl is out. Shoot her?

Shoot her!

Shoot her.

I'll suck your dick.

Wait. Seriously?

Shit!

Try spinning, that's a good trick.

What the fuck?

Steiners are down.

I repeat, Steiners are down!

Oh, fuck, forgot about the reload thingy.

Hey, guys, how do you reload?

Oh! God-- Fuck.

Remember, stealth is for pussies.

Hmm. Nice.

Shit!

Stop sweeping my fucking leg!

Something's wrong, Chet!

Something's wrong!

- Chet! Help! Help! Somebody call 911!

It's stuck!

I need a Band-Aid, somebody get me a Band-Aid!

Ricky! No!

Should leave this.

Shit!

Fuck!

- Hey, Paige. - What up?

Isn't auto aiming the best? You, like, barely even have to try.

Yeah.

Heh.

Janine, oh, my God. Is she here?

You know, I'm starting to think

none of these guys have even played Fortnite.

- Yo-- you gotta let me do it, Bradley.

You know I'm your man, I can do it. Please!

You're okay. Yeah. That's it.

Let it out. Let it out. Yeah, let it out.

Let the poison out.

You gotta let me do it. Let me do it.

- I'm your man. - I'm your man. I can do it.

- I'm good. - Yes. Yeah. Yeah.

Feeling better? Get it all out.

Yeah, there you go! Get it out of there! Get it out of there.

Man, Bradley's really taking this hard.

-Poor guy. -Mary Sue, what is going on?

W-- with what?

H-- how have you--

Like, the punching, the--

and the fighting? Shooting?

-Th-- -W-- what do you mean?

Did you kill all those people?

Yeah.

How?

-Huh? -Huh?

-What? -What?

-Uh? What? -Huh? What?

What?

Time to call the police?

Uh--

Carrie, why do I feel like nothing's adding up?

Everything tonight, how it all unfolded,

the Russia thing.

What about the Russia thing?

It's just...

...I, um, I need to figure out

how much a gallon of milk is over there.

Bradley would want me to know.

- Oh-- -You got it. - It's all right.

Yeah. Okay. Okay.

-Oh, my-- -Okay. Oh, I got you.

- Yeah. - I got you.

Are you-- you jonesing?

- Jonesing? - Yeah.

You know, you need a little puff-puff.

It's just, sometimes you need to take the edge off a little.

You know, so you can...

...open up, talk about...

...our feelings...

...for one another.

Okay. Come on. Okay, come on.

Well, listen... if the Steiners couldn't handle it,

- I just don't know what to say. - I need bigger!

I need your best! No more bullshit, okay?

-No more bad recommendations. -Senator, i-- it's not like--

it's not like I'm having a birthday party of assassins in my basement

where they're just hanging around,

waiting to come to your front door

every 20 minutes.

We were told you were the best.

- I am the best! - Oh, bullshit!

You got less credibility than a high school drug dealer

Nigerian prince, or one of those spam phone callers,

-you know, with the, with the car warranty guys. -Yeah, who's the one

that found him, though, huh? Who's the one that brought him

into our circle of trust?

Well, how was I supposed to know, Bradley?

Yeah, you didn't know! You don't know shit.

And now I'm 15 points behind Anita in the polls!

-Listen, we are gonna win this election, okay? -How?

-You gotta trust me on this. -How? Are you gonna kill her?

You bet I damn well will kill her if you just let me.

Oh, that-- Oh, my God! You're such a failure!

-Failure? -Yes!

...I'll do it!

-You hurt my feelings. You hurt my feelings now. -I feed you, I drive you around.

- ...terrible advisor! - You don't understand me.

- Gentlemen, gentlemen. - ...talking about?

- Another fucking fib! - Gentlemen!

I didn't think it would ever come to this again.

But I guess...

...drastic times call for drastic measures.

He has been retired for 20 years,

-I don't know, fuck me. -Who?

He's not a savage... like Cable Henry.

And he's not a tight fit, like... well, like the Steiners.

But he has something that they'll never have.

And I know he's available.

Okay. Well, who?

It isn't gonna be easy to get him out of retirement.

It's gonna cost you a pretty penny.

Oh, well, money is not an issue, is it?

He's had many nicknames in his time.

"The Blight of Man," "God's Chosen Butcher," "Death's Promise,"

"The Genius of Genocide," "The Maestro of Malevolence,"

"The Cancer of Creation."

He's not the Grim Reaper.

He's who the Grim Reaper timidly asks for permission to do his job.

An impeccable 100% success rate.

He's killed war generals, untouchable billionaires,

regents of countries,

and under a dark cloud of rogue influence,

he created an impact on this world so deep and so everlasting

that you'd think he was a god.

His weapon of choice?

A pair of pitch black battle knives

that have cut the throats of 10,000 men

across a half century of war.

He has a psychic connection to them now.

- They speak to him. They call his name...

...and they sing as he slays.

"Kill, kill, kill."

And his retirement was a true pity.

It was only because he was so pathetically unchallenged.

And alas, this dragon longed for a worthy enemy

- to finally raise him from his slumber once more.

- That's what I'm talking about! Yeah! - Yeah.

And how do I know so much about this awful, awful man, you ask?

Because it's me.

What's for dinner?

Huh?

Oh, fuck!

Please, don't hit me again.

Okay? Look, I'm hurt.

I mean, I'm hurt. I just wanna go home. I want my mother.

Ma! Ma!

Ma! Ma!

Okay, so, how do you, uh, wanna approach this?

Well, we got him alive, let's make him talk.

- All right, uh, who, who sent you?

Uh, you guys, um, thi-- this just, just isn't right, you know?

-This guy's a human being too. -He came with knives.

Yeah, and whoever sent him definitely sent the other guys.

So, somebody's up to something.

Uh, yeah, you're right! I don't know who would try and harm my babies!

Yeah, your fucking babies.

All right, listen up, douchebag. Who fucking sent you, huh?

For real, this is a fucking interrogation.

- Spill it! Now! Come on! - Yeah! Start talking,

- asshole! Give us a name! - Come on! Who gave you--

Is it someone we know?

- If you don't start talking, I start blasting! All right?

- Ten, nine... - ...whoa!

...eight, seven, six...

...five, four, three, motherfucker!

Okay!

It's a goddamn campaign tactic.

All the assassins hired by the campaign to fucking kill you.

They needed you dead.

I can explain.

There's nothing left to explain, Bradley.

- Y-- you see-- - That bitch!

-Bitch? -Yeah, you just fucking heard the guy!

It's a campaign tactic?

Hello! Anita Koch, your Senate opponent?

- Yeah! I mean, yeah! I know, you're so right! - That fucking bitch!

Yeah. Her! Fucking s-- can-- can-- Senate candidate.

Awful, corrupt, evil bitch!

-I don't know if that makes sense. -Yeah, it makes sense, Janine.

She thinks I'm a liability! I'm gaining influence. I got a job.

-Fucking bananas to sell. -Yeah, you're gonna sell

the shit out of those goddamn bananas, baby girl.

Quarterly banana profits going through the fucking roof!

-That's what she's afraid of. -Yeah. You know what else she's afraid of?

She's afraid of how much I love

U--SA traditional values,

hard work, and good opportunity for all Americans.

-I'm gonna call her. -You're gonna do what?

I got her number when I stole your phone last month--

I-- I mean, borrowed your phone.

Um...

Oh, hello, whore!

Thought you could pull a fast one, huh?

That's a dirty fucking trick, bitch!

The fucking assassins, huh? Does that ring a bell, Anita?

Who the fuck do you think it is, huh?

Mary Sue Harper? Heiress to the Russian banana empire?

Yeah, Bradley's here.

Uh, no, he does not wanna talk to you, slut.

No, no, no, you fucking listen to me, okay?

We're coming for you, all right? So you should, you should be

fucking scared shitless, all right?

Because I'm going to cunt-punt you into next fucking Tuesday, okay?

You're fucking dead!

So choke on my fucking bananas, bitch!

-I'm gonna take this outside. -Yeah, you do, you do you.

Anita. Anita! Ho-- how are things?

Why did I just get a call from your stepdaughter

at 1:00 in the morning saying she was coming to kill me?

What? I-- I mean, what?

She said you were with her.

Huh-- No, hold on. I'm, um,

here, uh, at the, uh, campaign office. Yeah.

Um, boy, I gotta tell you, you know what I mean?

You really raked me over the coals with that last poll,

so I have to, uh, work, um, overtime.

Double time. I'm here at my campaign office.

Well, is she at the campaign office too?

Uh, Mary Sue.

Uh... uh, frankly, I barely know what she's up to.

Threatening to kill me!

Uh, yeah--

well, no, I'm, uh, at my campaign office.

Yeah, you really raked me over the coals with that last poll.

Bradley, don't you find this odd?

She's a drug addict, Anita.

She threatens to kill me all the time.

Nothing to worry about.

Well, I'm gonna call the police.

- Oh, well, I mean, I guess you can if you want...

...but I don't really understand how it makes any, uh...

...sense.

Uh... the, uh...

Uh, Bradley, is something wrong?

-No. -The tone of your voice does not seem--

Yeah, long night. Yeah. Long night, um, in the coals,

um, raking over my campaign office, yeah.

Yeah.

Uh, yeah, Anita, let me just have you-- hold on just for one moment.

Uh, yeah. Just be two easy breezy minutes here.

Huh. Vladyslav!

- My friend. - Senator Weiner.

Quick question. Eh--

Why is Kremlin calling Vladyslav

about the assassins at doorstep?

The Kremlin?

You're alive, that's good.

Uh, what about girl?

Uh, uh, who? Um--

-Mary Sue? -Oh, yes. Girl.

She's very important to business.

Very important to banana farm.

I believe you know. Crop yield down, banana export in trouble.

- You don't want Vladyslav in trouble, do you? - No, never.

And you would never betray Vladyslav's trust, would you?

Um, no need. Um, no, not at all.

Good. Because I was starting to worry

about my business decisions.

Never.

- N-- no. - Good. 'Cause that would hurt my feelings.

Oh! You know, you Americans,

- do you-- you think that you can govern anything?

- No. Untouchable. - Us Americans. I know, i--

But, uh, even the most powerful man

can be punched.

I mean, I know because I have,

uh, people everywhere.

Look behind you. I just kid.

All right, so I will get girl tomorrow.

Well then, go ahead and keep her.

I'm just kidding, seriously!

Uh, yeah, it's been, uh, an honor to, um, collude.

What a dick.

Okay, Vladys.

Bradley, what--

Ah... what?

Why did you merge me onto that call?

What? Oh, shit!

Uh--

They don't grow bananas in Russia.

What are you talking about?

That was the single strangest phone call of my life.

I got to call my campaign manager.

-The Kremlin. The Kremlin! The Kremlin. -What? Who?

They're watching, they're outside.

- Who? - Yeah.

Do not fuck with Vladyslav!

Do you-- do you understand me, Mary Sue?

And you're actually going tomorrow.

This time, I'm serious.

What do you mean, you're serious about it this time?

Why don't you just concentrate on milk prices, please?

-Organic! -4.84.

-Skim! -It's 3.79!

-Chocolate! -Ch-- uh, um--

- Chocolate! - Uh-- Shit!

- All right, listen, Bradley, there's gotta be

a logical explanation for, for, you know,

wha-- whatever this is that's going on, and--

What are you talking about people outside?

You mean, like, people who are trying to come in?

Yeah.

-Kremlin. -Kremlin?

Gremlins?

- I-- I think that's you.

Oh, shit. Paige. Y-- Hi, yes.

D-- duh. I'm, I'm sor-- I'm coming right over.

-Oh. -What the fuck?

God, I'm so dumb.

I called Paige and told her to bring a bunch of people over.

You know, back when the hooker was here.

Fuck. Girl, he wasn't a hooker.

There was never gonna be a sex party.

I'm so sorry I didn't text you back.

I just kind of got caught up with all the assassination attempts.

Wait, mm, what was all that?

Literally, I told him I would suck his dick,

and then I fucking shot his ass.

It was crazy! God, you had to be there.

So, yeah.

Now we gotta go rain hellfire

on the bitch he's running against.

Do you guys wanna come?

It's actually not that hard to kill people, apparently.

And we need a big send off before I leave, yeah?

You guys down? Cool beans?

How did you not know that Russia was spying on us?

- How was I supposed to know? - Wes!

If Mary Sue doesn't go to Russia,

Vladyslav's gonna bury my ass.

And if she does go to Russia, then Anita's gonna bury my ass.

What did you say?

What did she overhear? Did you tip her off?

Oh, fuck! Bradley!

She's gonna send press to the airport!

It's gonna be in the newspapers. It's gonna say, "Senator Weiner took a pay-or-play deal."

It's gonna be all over the place! You think 15 points back is bad?

Try 30. Try 40! You're burning this goddamn election

into the fucking ground.

Wes, get out!

You killed this campaign. You were in command of the whole thing.

Oh. Oh, you, you think you're firing me?

-Is that it? -Yeah, get the fuck out of my house!

We can have a discussion about your future at a later date.

Uh, uh, Carrie!

-You're making a big mistake. -Carrie, get in here!

You are. I know things. I know everything.

I know you, I know secrets.

And I've been loyal!

It's because of me you got here.

Now, listen, I can-- Look.

If you want me to,

I can go ahead and kill her.

Carrie, will you see Wes out immediately, please?

Really?

Watching me. How long were they watching?

This is a fucking nightmare.

Fucking hell. How?

-Senator? -Not now!

Bradley.

You are backbone of this federation.

You are bear. You have no fear, no hesitation.

- You have only loyalty to the Motherland.

- You will be in peak physical condition.

You will feel no pain.

-Lie. -I love America.

- There will be no skill, however deadly,

you will not master.

-Lie! -I love America!

- Your enemies will flee with fear...

...or lay to waste on battlefield

- with only their own insolence to blame.

Lie!

I love America!

You will assimilate into American society,

marry, obtain employment, live double life...

- ...gain access to people with influence.

- Gather information of extreme sensitivity,

send back to Moscow.

Your American life is a lie.

- Your friends are your enemies, your employers, your enslavers.

- Treat them like dogs on battlefield.

Be pride of your Motherland.

Huh--

You know, I'm starting to think

none of these guys have even played Fortnite.

Carrie, she's been with us for ten years.

- Don't make me regret buying American.

- Uh-- Senior KGB intelligence officer,

Svetlana Belski,

hero of the Russian Federation.

Order of Saint George,

defender of a free Russia.

- You are like girl, you see,

spinning web of lies too vast

for your own brain to comprehend.

- It renders you unable to function. Like girl.

What is difference between you and her?

A pipe for lie compounded through an addiction to power.

No. I'm-- I'm not--

I'm not like-- I'm not like her.

You think you are in control

simply because you can give orders?

It's-- it's-- just that-- Are you gonna kill me?

What I see is cry for help.

I see desperation.

I see dog.

Can you--

can you fix this?

- You want girl dead? - Yeah!

You want Vladyslav off back?

You want campaign victory? All are still possible.

Do you-- uh, do you work for Vlad?

We have mutual friends.

But I represent bigger interests.

I just can't--

- Can you just tell-- tell me what... - what I can do or say or pledge?

-Loyalty. -Oh.

Animals like Mary Sue survive and thrive on chaos.

It is only way they can survive, and you feed her.

You must strike girl

in only place where her weakness lies.

Oh! You want some? Sorry.

Hey, you're my guest! You go first.

Oh, more for me.

Mom, hi! Knock much?

I actually told her to come up.

Right.

Uh, so, so, so is Bradley ready to go?

'Cause we're, we're all eager to go to Anita's house

and fuck shit up, aren't we?

Or we can,

I guess, just chill.

What the fuck is up with you guys?

We didn't come here tonight for the BDSM.

I mean, we did come for the BDSM,

-but then, after that-- -This needed to happen before you left home.

So you recruited my friends into this too?

She didn't recruit anyone. This conversation was all of our idea.

Conversation about what?

If I had a problem, I think I'd know.

Plus, I don't need anything that I don't already have, okay?

I'm, I'm happy, I'm alive, I'm taken care of by,

by, by Bradley, okay? Bradley takes care of me!

Mary Sue, you can't go a day without that pipe.

You're always late. You're never motivated.

-It's a stranglehold. -Okay, I just killed,

like, a bunch of people to save my family, okay?

I'm, I'm better! All right? I'm stronger!

And one day soon, it's gonna catch up with you.

I have seen it happen before.

I love you.

- We love you, Mary Sue. - Yeah! We love you, Mary Sue.

O-- okay. Whe-- wh-- where, where's Bradley, all right?

Because if this were the right thing to do,

Bradley would be here too.

Bradley, he's--

Yeah. Busy with the campaign?

I know, 'cause he's got a fucking plan.

-You think he gives two shits about you? -He, he's the reason

that I'm going to fucking Russia tomorrow, okay?

With, with pride for him! And, and I'm gonna be

growing fucking bananas because Bradley knows--

You just-- what is it you think that Bradley feels about you?

He's never even told me he loves me.

His own wife.

I'm a political token, a-- a puppet who screwed up one time

in front of the camera, and now I have to memorize milk prices

until the end of time.

I used to be young and free,

just like you. More free, actually.

But... it's too late for me. But for you--

Free?

I'm as free as I need to be, okay?

My real dad, remember him? 'Cause I barely fucking do.

He was free to do whatever the fuck he wanted, and look what happened to him.

Why would I be any different, huh?

If he had a Bradley in his life, he would still be here.

You don't really think that, do you?

Everything tonight, the break-ins,

the killers.

It's not Anita, it doesn't add up.

I don't even think that I can admit out loud who I think it really was.

Hey, everybody.

I just want you to know, if I haven't said it yet today...

...I love you, sugar plum.

See? Bradley takes care of me.

Yeah. Okay, yeah.

Yeah. I-- I did the, uh, with the, uh--

You have nothing left to do.

You go rest. Take comfort in victory.

I will bring girl to plane,

I will placate her anxieties,

I will be friend in dark places...

...and then she will be no more.

How can I rest? What about the dead bodies down in the living room?

I am housekeeper. I will take care.

- Okay, but-- what about Janine, my family?

- The authorities? - -Housekeeper will take care.

Media?

Housekeeper will take care.

We need professional photographers to catch everything on film.

-Right, but it's gonna be dangerous. -D-- Bodyguard.

Uh, of course, bodyguards. And they're gonna be armed and ready.

Guess who's gonna take you

to the airport?

Gonna see you off on your big adventure.

- Carrie! I knew you'd understand.

Look, just keep that girl away from us, okay?

-She's a psycho. -She ain't touching nobody.

Janine, give me the milk.

I'll get the bag.

- You can get going. - Are you sure?

You drive the senator and his family,

not the housekeeper.

- I'll Uber. - Okay.

You really see how vodka...

Hello! Oh, nobody prepared me for senator's stepdaughter

to be so beautiful.

The plane will arrive in 30 minutes.

We will fuel, and then into sky.

You like cocktails? We have on board.

What the hell?

-Carrie? -Yeah.

T-- the ticket.

Ticket?

Th-- the one that Bradley gave me? It was for an airline.

No. This is where he told me to take you.

He said the Russians were flying you out private.

No. No, no. It, it was for an airline.

Are you questioning Bradley?

No. I just--

- I, I actually have the ticket in my bag. - -Careful.

Don't let them see what's inside.

I packed you something,

but you need to use it before you get on the plane.

You don't want another scandal for his campaign, do you?

Russian drug laws and all.

Y-- you put that in my bag?

Just go into the restroom and check the front pocket.

Consider it a special parting gift.

Not from your housekeeper,

but from a friend.

Who do you think facilitated her habits when you were away?

Cleaned up her messes, kept her dependent?

She will not leave hanger bathroom alive.

Drug will be laced with ten times lethal dose of fentanyl.

Her body will shut down 60 seconds after inhalation.

Oh, Mary Sue, I didn't--

um, I didn't expect to hear from you.

Why not?

Well... because, well, I-- well, I thought you'd be on the plane.

Carrie took me to the wrong airport,

some weird place in the middle of the woods.

-Well, did she now? -I think so.

A-- actually, I don't know. I'm, I'm confused.

Don't be. Listen to Carrie.

I'm, I'm flying private?

You were always flying private.

Just do as Carrie says.

Then everything will be over. I promise.

Bradley...

...last night, Mom told me something,

something about you.

- Hmm. Really? - That's interesting.

And I wanted to know if it's true or not.

Here's what's true...

...okay, Mary Sue?

What's true is that I love you.

I love you. I'll always love you.

I mean, I'm not Bradley.

I'm Dad.

Dad.

Now, enjoy the gift from Carrie.

Wait five minutes, then clear out bathroom.

Leave bags with me.

- Take body into forest. - -We have place in mind already.

Drag her out to--

Who the fuck?

Get him now!

-Oh! Oh, oh, shit. Oh, shit. -Come on, come on!

No, no, shit, shit. No, no. Shit. No, no, no-- Hey. Hey.

Oh, no, no. No, hey, hey, hey, hey, guys.

Hey! Hey, hey, guys, hey, hey, how are you?

All right. Hiya.

Carrie! Hi!

Wes. What are you doing here?

I-- I w-- I wanted to just check on Mary Sue,

you know, with the long flight and all.

Man, you ruined the shot!

You're gonna ruin us all!

- Hold on now. Back up. - Who are you? This is private property.

Everyone. State your business, now!

All right, fuck it. I'll say it.

I'm here to shoot the girl.

No, wait a minute. We're here to shoot the girl.

-Yet, there will be no shooting. -She's already been shot.

-Really? -I did not see girl get shot.

-In the cloud. -Wait, she's on the plane already?

There is no plane.

Well, then how is she in the cloud?

-The shot is in the cloud. -The bullet?

Wait, wait-- Carrie, why do you have

a Russian accent all of a sudden?

It appears, despite our differences,

we are all here on similar mission.

The girl, she is to die.

-Die? -In fact, she is already dead.

Mary Sue Harper is dead in that bathroom?

I'll believe that when I see it. Give me my gun back!

Mary Sue!

Why does he have a gun?

To shoot the girl? Like you said.

No, no, don't shoot!

You didn't take the drugs?

The drugs took me.

D-- j-- just-- ah--

Did you come to America?

Yes. Eh, Vladyslav was worried.

Y-- ah, yeah. Uh, yeah. In fact,

uh, the housekeeper just took Mary Sue to the airport

-about an hour ago. -No, uh, housekeeper dead.

What? 'Cause--

- Are you going to kill us? - What? No. Don't be crazy--

Shut up, Bradley! God!

Are you?

Come on, don't be craze, huh?

No, asset will do that herself.

-Uh, asset? -Yeah.

-Mary Sue? -I mean, what did you think

Vladyslav would do with girl, hmm?

All those months, hidden on a banana farm.

What, do you think that she was running the empire?

No!

I create asset, I create weapon,

I create monster.

A drug-addled brain

is a pile of mush, like sponge,

- perfect for shaping into any form.

Her skills and instincts are now second nature, but hidden,

ready to answer Vladyslav's call,

helpless to disobey.

And with the right trigger,

her psychosis was easy to obtain.

Trigger? What trigger?

A totem.

Uh, something of vast emotional significance,

something that she carries with her wherever she travels.

This is how one truly gains power.

- Take your subject's emotional weakness...

...and box them in with it, a prison of her own mind.

This key, held by Vladyslav.

Ah, Senator, I want to thank you for the opportunity

that you handed to me on a silver platter.

And the girl, she gave me ultimate leverage, all against you,

against your country, and against anyone who tries to defy Vladyslav.

It's just such a shame to have to do this to you

after years of trust.

But, yes, you have broken our arrangement.

Girl can fulfill her final purpose.

Control. It is all about control.

I mean, okay, yeah, but, like,

- what if I wanna be in control...

-...of myself for once? -Shit.

No, no.

Vladyslav's brainwash cannot be undone.

-Looks a bit undone. -No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

As long as she still values totem,

she will never be free.

Oh, the picture.

Yeah, picture's gone.

You really wanna box me into my emotional weaknesses?

Try a gigolo in some tight leather pants next time.

Oh, go!

Fuck that!

Oh!

Mary Sue!

God! Amazing job, I just--

I knew you'd come through for me again.

Yeah. About that.

- Uh, no, no, don't shoot, please!

Uh, Janine, do something, talk to her! She's yours. Um--

I love you.

I agree with her.

Fuck that!

All this time, the vice, the real vice?

It wasn't just the drugs, it wasn't them.

It was you, Bradley. It was always you.

Fuck off, Mary Sue. What the fuck? You think you're so big

you can supersede your true superiors?

You stupid little child!

What the fuck! You can't outsmart me. You can't outrun me.

You cannot rule over me! You are not invincible!

You cannot kill God!

What the fuck! Oh, my God!

Did-- did ya--

What? O-- oh!

- Why-- What do you think?

- Should we do it? - I-- just--

-How c-- -If you don't, um...

- No. no. - ...there's plenty of others who will.

Other Vladyslavs around the world who will gladly discard him

with the trash, now that he's on his way out.

What now?

I don't know.

Check me in somewhere?

You're still going?

Maybe not all the way in Russia, but...

...I've had my body and mind fucked with for far too long.

A break would be nice.

I'm proud of you,

following through on this, even though I'm sure

you just wanna run away screaming.

You keep kicking ass, Mary Sue, you got that?

Let me go get the car.

Goodbye, Bradley.

Tragic news today out of our nation's capital.

At the age of 65, Senator Bradley Weiner,

the beloved politician who gave a voice to a generation

and who was, of course, a longtime friend of the Clintons,

has committed suicide via two gunshots to the back of his head.

- The president is preparing a statement

- and is reported to deliver... - -Hey, honey, did you see this?

I've been inundated. Holy shit!

I'm having my manager prepare a statement to be released within the hour.

Well, I guess you know what this means for the campaign.

Oh, I'm well aware.

I even have some bigger dirt to boot.

And that goddamn Jeremy?

He's there playing video games, you know, all day long

again, hibernating in his room. Trash everywhere.

Goddamn room smells like marijuana.

Oh, I-- can you, uh, go tell him to come down and spend some family time?

-Of course. -Aha! Gotcha.

- Stupid little kid. - Stop fucking camping so much.

Oh, I suck? Ask your mom who really sucks.

-Jeremy. Dinner will be ready soon. -Get out of my room! God!

- Hey, house lady. - You got my stuff?

Yeah.