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"Throughout his life..." No. "Throughout his career,

"Frank Landau brought Illinois Democrats together.

"During the Bush years, the rise of extremism.

"And now he's brought us together one last time."

- Was that a grimace? - No.

It looked like you winced.

No. A tear in my eye.

You really didn't have to do this.

I'm home for two weeks, I'm going to spend it with my wife.

I will find you a drink just as soon as we get there.

Don't worry about it. I'm not going to say a word.

Just keep going.

"On issues likeRoe v. Wade and... the NRA,

Frank always had his heart in the right place."

"Frank..."

I have tickets forTristan und Isolde tomorrow. Wanna go?

Who was that?

Nothing, it's just a client.

Please make a U-turn when safe.

- He still hasn't called? Neil Gross? - No.

- Do we know where he is? - We think Fiji.

But he should've been back last Thursday.

Do we think he's found another law firm?

Please make a U-turn when safe.

Chumhum has no outstanding litigation,

so my guess is he's playing the field.

- He'll be at the memorial, right? - Frank Landau's widow invited him.

All right, so, let's just corner him and make our last pitch.

Please make a U-turn...

No, I won't! You fucking think I'm in fucking Baltimore.

My God.

You have arrived. Please park where safe.

What if we left?

Right now?

I mean, I made an appearance. People saw me.

Well, we haven't even gone inside.

I know, but I can...

I can feel the judgment from out here.

- Why would they judge you? - I'm a Gold.

And Frank Landau's family didn't invite my dad.

They probably blame me.

Blame you because an anti-Semite wants to murder a Jew?

Who said it had to make sense?

Wait a minute, stand over there.

- Why? - Zev, just do it.

- Oh, my God. - What?

It's not me. Come on, take my arm.

Who was that?

- Marissa. - No, the guy.

I don't know. Her boyfriend?

So, is he here?

Neil Gross? No, not yet. His second-in-command is.

Todd. There are two other firms on the hunt. Colvin & Marcy.

- I know them. Smaller. - And Russell Carton & Associates.

- That's a good one. - Anything else?

Gross is buying up land in Puerto Rico.

- Why? - No idea.

Okay, all right, so, when we see him, let's just all text each other. Okay?

- How long do we have to stay? - Memorials not your scene?

Small talk is not my scene.

Want me to rescue your boyfriend?

He's not my boyfriend. He's my Krav Maga instructor.

Sure.

Hey, Zev? Your fiancée wants to have a word.

- Were you getting lonely, "dear"? - She wanted a drink.

You really come alive at memorials, huh?

It's when I'm happiest.

- I'm grabbing a drink. Want anything? - An Old Fashioned.

Tell me if you see Ben-Baruch.

- He's coming here? - A long story.

So we're getting married?

In Carmen's mind. She's particularly melodramatic today.

BAR COSED UNTIL AFTER THE CEREMONY

No drinks?

- Then you have a few minutes. - For what?

Jay, what are we doing?

You don't have to do this, but there are people who need us.

What are we talking about?

Something bigger than all this.

- Who's that? - A way to help our community.

Jay, I'm not you. You want to better the world. I want to better my life.

They have money.

It's not just that we want Puerto Rico's law school

to have national stature,

we also want students and faculty engaged in the community...

Look, nothing's been decided yet. We're still considering you.

Do you know when Neil is arriving?

Unfortunately, he's been called away to Beijing.

We'll arrange a call.

Fuck.

- Do you find swearing helps? - All the fuckin' time.

- We need to get him on the phone. - I've been trying. He won't pick up.

How many will we lose if we lose Chumhum?

- Half of tech. 30 clients. - More.

We're about to begin. Please move into the Great Room.

I know my rights! You have no idea...

- Hey. - Hey! Hey.

I want my lawyer. I know my rights and I want my lawyer!

- Stand up. Back against the door. - Fuck you.

- Fine. You don't want your call. - Wait, wait, wait. Get back here.

Hands. Show me hands.

How am I gonna make my call with no hands?

I know my rights. You're not holding my receiver for me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up.

You have no fucking idea who you're dealing with.

Attorney/client privilege.

Back the fuck off!

Good job.

Stanley, Berkeley & Associates. Mid-level firm.

Five partners. Mostly criminal defense. In The Loop. White shoe.

What she said.

Stanley, Berkeley & Associates. How may I help you?

John Lincoln. Right away.

May I tell him what this is regarding?

No, you may not. Just tell him it's Buck, squad eight.

One moment.

You're a new-hire. John Lincoln is at lunch.

He asked you to handle the prep for the bond hearing before he gets there.

But if he's a white supremacist,

is he gonna want to work with someone Black?

- No. - So...

It's up to you.

Not yet. You gotta make him sweat.

Your name is Carmen Alden. Say it.

- I'm Carmen Alden. - And you're a bit harried.

John keeps shoving too many cases at you.

You're eating a salad in the conference room with other associates.

This is what it looks like.

I know. I interviewed there. They didn't want me.

Good. Use your memory of it. You're out the door to meet him now.

Walk as you talk. Okay?

This is Carmen Alden. Who is this please?

- Who are you? - Mr. Lincoln's associate.

He's at lunch, but he asked me to prep for your bond hearing.

No, I don't know you, lady.

That's okay. Mr. Lincoln briefed me on your needs.

This is bullshit. He's supposed to be available.

He will be. But Mr. Lincoln knows that if we don't jump on this right now,

the police will be thrilled to keep you in there over the weekend.

You unfortunately chose a Friday to get arrested.

Get me someone else there. I wanna talk to somebody else.

Look, I don't have time for this.

Okay? I have other cases. Call again on Monday.

No, no, wait, wait. I need out today.

Understood. I'm 20 minutes away.

If you get any harassment,

tell the guard on duty that "John has your number."

Now sit tight. And don't tell anybody anything. You understand?

Keep your fuckin' mouth shut.

- Okay. - I believed you.

- What's your size? - My size?

Clothes. Your size?

- Six. - We need you in work attire.

No. Let's play it like I was going to a funeral.

I think work attire would be better...

Actually, she's right. Let's stick closer to the truth.

Okay, we've got 20 minutes to prep you. Let's go.

Good afternoon.

If you don't recognize me...

Good afternoon. If you don't recognize me,

I'm the new head of the DNC, I'm Johnny Elfman.

And this is how the midterms are going for me, so far.

Some stairs. In Georgia. I fell down the stairs.

Time has not been very good to the Democratic Party.

The Supreme Court. Republican obstructionism. School shootings.

There are more children killed every year from firearms than cancer,

and the NRA still doesn't care.

And now here we are, gathered today over the loss of Frank Landau,

a man who truly cared...

A man who truly cared.

We'll be hearing from friends...

We'll be hearing from friends and admirers of Frank.

So, please, wipe away those tears,

and let's remember what Frank always told us.

- Who is he? - A client.

I recognize him from Tel Aviv. He's a criminal.

Okay. Let's not get too confrontational, hubby.

After graduating from Yale,

I struggled with nepotism and small-mindedness.

And I'll never forget the words that Frank offered me:

"You can beat anyone if you put your mind to it."

And that's all I needed to become the top lawyer in D.C.

And one of the 30 most eligible bachelors under 40 in the D.C. area,

according toLaw Life magazine.

Frank used to say to me,

"Dan, I know that you, Daniel Grey, are the future of this party."

That was Frank. He had that kind of vision.

The best way to talk about Frank

is to talk about myself and the successes we had at the AFL-CIO.

When Frank chose me to lead those negotiations,

he knew he chose a leader.

And frankly, no pun intended, lead, I did.

In our breaking headline story this hour,

reporting live from Washington, D.C.

Although information is not yet available, in a second apparent leak,

the conservative majority of the Supreme Court

decided to overturn gay marriage.

In what appears to be an initial draft decision,

the Court assets that gay marriage does not enjoy privacy protection.

Oh, Jesus.

We have beenunable to confirm this leaked document's authenticity,

but the...

We're opening early.

"Even though this Court's earlier ruling

"on abortion concludedit would have no impact on gay marriage,

"we changed our minds."

The draft opinion cited Creetin Spencer,

an 11th century Thessaloniki judge who wrote:

"Smote me not thy heed, sleepeth not with thy brethren."

After the Supreme Court's decision to reverse Roe v. Wade...

There's not enough whiskey in the world.

...to offer a preview of the Court's potential rulings

suggesting the right-winged controlled Court

may return to the issues of contraception access

and marriage equality.

This one hurts.

Taken from us too young, he hadn't even turned 70 yet.

I believe in the future of the Democratic Party.

Please remember to turn off your phones.

What's going on?

- Gay marriage. - I believe in tomorrow.

I believe we're coming back.

And now for our final speaker.

A friend who worked with Frank for two decades.

Ms. Diane Lockhart.

Diane Lockhart.

Is she here?

Diane. Your speech. Come on.

You okay?

Peachy.

Well.

Hello. Here we all are.

Every Democrat that tried to do something.

We came to bury Frank Landau, not to praise him.

And it looks like we're gonna bury the Democratic Party instead.

Because let's face it, folks. We're fucked.

Thank you for sharing. If we could all bow our heads.

Here's to democracy and your life's work.

I liked your speech.

- What? - I saw your speech. I liked it.

- All 30 words? - 40.

I tend to count words in my mind. I'm not proud of it.

I thought you weren't coming, Mr. Gross.

I wasn't. But I had a dream last night.

- About what? - It was about the end of the world.

It's hard to make money at the end of the world.

Maybe you could sell seat cushions.

That's what I always liked about you, Diane.

You said exactly what you thought to me.

Well, I'm going home.

What should we do about it?

About my going home?

No, the end of the Democratic Party? You're fucked, so now what?

I so don't give a shit anymore.

Yeah, you do. That's why it bothers you.

Burn it all the fuck down and start over.

I can't think of any other way.

- You mean square one? - Yeah. We have to rethink everything.

Why didn't we create a Federalist society back in the '80s?

Why didn't we groom our own judges?

Why don't we go on the attack when a judicial seat opens up?

Why didn't we get rid of the Electoral College and this fucking filibuster?

We're the majority, and yet the minority rules.

- Really? - Keep going.

The superdelegates, they either have to go away

or fall in line behind a candidate that's not 90 years old.

And we have got to invest in younger candidates

who have the energy and the passion to rebuild,

to reinvigorate, and to actually rebrand the...

No, stop... God, stop me.

- Shoot me. - Why? Why?

It's a habit. It's a tick.

Feeling hopeful, and then imagining some optimistic scenario.

Hell, let's do it.

What does that mean, "do it"?

It means all your ideas, everything you just said, let's do it.

Do it how?

No, I'm going home with my NRA husband,

and hydrating so that I don't have a hangover tomorrow.

Goodbye.

Diane, do you know what I'm worth?

- My guess is a lot. - $680 billion.

Unlike my billionaire brethren,

I have not bought rockets, or Twitter, or Mars, or Lanai.

I am looking around for how I can help the world with my money.

Okay. And how do you plan to do that?

I want to buy the Democratic Party.

the good fight

This is the white supremacist group, the Michigan Army.

They're strategically provoking a race war in Chicago.

They fired the shots at our firm.

This is the man you're going to meet. Buck Burns.

He was on his way to the historically Black college campus of Wilson Clayman

with a fertilizer bomb.

- What do you need? - Names. Any operations.

- The smallest piece of information helps. - Our intelligence is like a mosaic.

It would help if you could be more specific.

- We really don't... - Who put that bomb together?

And what happens when you're done with him?

What do you mean?

Are you killing him?

No. But we'll keep him out of circulation.

- How do you do that? - With great dexterity.

He will be well fed. He will be given meaningful work.

Access to worthy books.

And a social scene that encourages a more fruitful path.

We're not killers, Carmen. We're the good guys. We're the defense.

Come with me.

We'll be watching,

but if you feel yourself in danger just say, "I gotta call the office."

- Understand? -Yes.

Your cell phone.

- What? - Give me your phone.

- Oh, damn. - What?

- Ben-Baruch. Give me one minute. - Be quick.

Where are you? Have you abandoned me here?

I had to rush out. And now I have to ask a favor.

Where did you rush to?

Everybody's flirting with my plus-one, even though they think he's my fiancé.

- Thank you for that, by the way. - I don't have much time, Marissa.

I forgot, I was supposed to meet Ben-Baruch at the memorial

to introduce him around.

- Now you want me to? - Please. Do you see him?

No. But I did earlier. What does he want?

I don't know. I think political influence.

Just apologize for me. I had to rush off.

- Okay, but you owe me. - Yeah. Make it something good.

- Ready? - Yes.

And remember, he's a dangerous man.

So be wary.

Wary but calm?

Why do you need a lawyer at all?

If it's a fake police station, why not a fake lawyer?

The real is always better, don't you think?

Then why not your lawyer? Him.

Mr. Elkin has been targeted by the Michigan Army.

They have a photo of him. And you too, Jay.

Just get us the information we need. That's the best way to stop them.

But you can't just buy the Democratic Party.

Sure I can. They want a savior, I want the country to work.

And it's not just the money to me.

The country needs to survive for my money to mean anything.

And the country will only survive if there is balance.

So, just think of me as a counterpart to Rupert Murdoch.

Neil, we live in a polluted body politic where facts don't matter anymore.

You'd have to cut through all the lies on Facebook.

No. I'll just buy it.

- Buy what? - Facebook.

Mark is tired of the headaches. He might put it in play.

Look at all those fireflies. Aren't they beautiful?

I guess I just don't understand what you're thinking.

I mean, what are your actual policies?

Well, why don't you tell me what I'm thinking.

I just heard you up here in front of the Democrats

saying that what they were doing was fucked.

Well, I agree. So, what should they do?

You just said to me out there,

why not burn down the Democratic Party and start over?

Well, here I am! Mr. Moneybags to make it happen.

I don't want to dig a tunnel under L.A. I want democracy to work.

So, let's do it.

Legal experts believe that 11 states will outlaw gay marriage outright

and 14 others will require some kind of union certificate granted by a judge.

Said certificates will require meetings

with probationary marital observers to establish the stability of the union.

They don't care about killing children out of the womb.

Who the hell needs an AR-15 these days?

When did Republicans go from crazy to evil?

A beer please.

I know you, don't I?

- No, I don't think so. - The NRA protest.

We chained ourselves to the doors.

No, no, I don't think that was me.

You were so nice. You kept me from getting pepper-sprayed.

This is the man I told you about.

At the "March For Our Lives." He kept the police off me.

How did you get inside the building? Did you break in with the earlier group?

No. I was heading out to lunch.

- Headed out? What do you mean? - I work with the NRA. Thanks.

Nice meeting you.

Is that Jay?

No, it's Diane. She's back in the Great Room talking with Neil Gross.

- Good talking or bad talking? - Good.

He wants us to help him buy the Democratic Party.

Mr. Baruch?

Hi, I'm Marissa Gold, Carmen's associate.

She got called away. So, she asked me to help you.

Hi. How are you?

- What's your name? - Where's Carmen?

She got called away. So, she asked me to introduce you around.

I'm not the B team, sir.

Do you want an introduction to the head of the DNC or not?

How do you know the head of the DNC?

He's a friend of my father's.

Yes, please introduce me.

- Diane, there you are. - I bumped into Neil Gross.

And we're talking about remaking the party.

You don't have to pretend, Diane. I knew your partners would join us.

That's what the smell of money does.

Well, we want to be involved with whatever you're interested in, Mr. Gross.

I want to talk to the DNC about buying them out.

Good. We can work up a proposal.

- Set a meeting for next week. - Oh, no.

I want to talk to them now.

Elfman is here, right?

Yes, but I don't think this is the best time.

You don't think the death of the Democratic Party

is the right moment to talk about buying the Democratic Party?

It just seems better to be well-prepared.

Elfman is not Frank Landau. You have to win him over.

- I'm not worried about winning him over. - Why's that?

Well, if he says "no" I reveal all the data I have on him.

I'm sorry, what?

I have their search histories, their email histories.

Everything from Chumhum.

Oh, boy. Clutch my pearls. I've offended you?

See, these are the tactics the Republicans have perfected.

You want Manchin to vote with you instead of being a perpetual cock block?

Show him what I have on him.

He will lead the charge on overturning the filibuster.

You want to blackmail other Democrats?

My God, it's like you're all driving Buicks.

I just gave you a solution to your problem.

A problem that could solve abortion rights, and gun control, and health care,

and yet you guys hesitate.

Okay, here's my formalized proposal.

Get some balls or get out.

- Hi, how are you doing? - Marissa, nice to see you.

- How's your dad? - Hating D.C.

Yeah, sorry about that. Things have gotten strange.

Have you met Ben-Baruch? He's called the crypto king of Tel Aviv.

It's nice to meet you. Did you know Frank long?

- Who? - The one we're mourning.

No, I didn't. I'm here actually to set up a dark money PAC for the Democrats.

- Really? - $300 million in initial funding.

Well, that's great news.

We could use all the help we can get these days.

My ex-fiancée threw away my hard drive in a fit of rage and now I need it back.

I don't think I understand.

I need you to excavate the city landfill.

- Me personally? - No, you politically.

I have $750 million in Bitcoin sitting in city landfill

next to baby diapers and puppy chow.

Mr. Baruch, we'd be happy to help you

get the paperwork started on a rezoning order.

It'll take some time, but that's the best we could offer.

I'm offering you $300 million in dark money.

Yeah, and again, we'd love to help you with the paperwork.

Are you fucking serious?

If this was the RNC, they would drain Lake Michigan.

Well, we're not the RNC.

Fucking holier-than-thou bullshit. Let's talk to the Republicans.

Wait a minute. We can work this out. Let me just talk--

Okay, let's go now, dear.

- Come on. Hurry up! - Go, go, go, go, go!

Oh, my God.

- We have to get out of here. - Wait, wait, wait. I can't drive.

Oh, my God.

You have to put on your seat belt.

Oh, my God, you are a mess of contradictions.

You're hitting people and taking their guns,

but, "Make sure your seat belt is on."

Do you want to get married?

- What? - We should get married.

Look at the road.

We've known each other for three weeks.

My parents knew each other three days.

Yeah, and they probably plowed their fields with oxen.

- Here. - What are you doing? No, no, no...

- I'm sorry. I don't understand English. - Oh, my God. I can't drive like this.

I'm thrilled you want to help. We'll set up a dark money PAC.

Take a page out of the Republicans' playbook.

Neil is looking for a fundamental redesign. Not just a way to donate.

What does that mean? "Redesign"?

It means, this is 2022, and I'm buying you out.

Jesus, Neil. You think running the Democratic Party is easy

because once upon a time you created some computer software

that helps a person figure out who the fuck played Captain Marvel?

You may know ones and zeroes, and voters don't speak math.

- We're not for sale. - This isn't just a buyout.

He has big ideas to reinvigorate the voters.

And cash when it's needed most.

Have you written any of this down? Have you done any of the research?

Do we even know the districts that we could win and the ones we've lost?

I mean, Jesus Christ, this country is in real fucking trouble

and you want to play king for a day? Fuck off.

I'm buying Fox News.

Come on, is this necessary?

Hey, gently. Gently. Jesus, knock off this Homan Square shit.

Come on, take the hood off, asshole!

You try that again with him

and you'll have a lawsuit so fast, you won't know what hit you.

Now get the fuck out.

You, too.

Manners.

Well, I'm Carmen Alden. We talked on the phone.

Your bond hearing should be in a few hours.

But I just need to get a few details straight.

Were you driving the van for someone else?

You know, it would help our bail argument if the fertilizer wasn't yours.

I can't tell you how to testify,

but again, I can probably get you out if the van belonged to someone else.

Are we having some problems here, Mr. Burns?

- I'm not talking to you. - That will make this difficult.

You're fuckin' Black.

Where's Big John? Where's Chuck?

Which Chuck? 'Cause I've got three of them.

Fuck you. Go back to the shithole you came from.

Fine by me. I have other things to do.

But did you think about it, really?

Did you think there might be a reason that Mr. Lincoln sent you a Black lawyer?

It's Chicago.

The courts, they just kiss the ass of a Black lawyer like me.

And you're going in front of Judge Gellar,

he's one of the angriest BLM ass-lickers on the bench.

And you think John Lincoln argues for you, you'll get out on bail?

Or this face?

Okay. Have fun in jail over the weekend.

But if you end up in Homan Square... don't cry on my shoulder.

We're done.

Why would you defend me?!

Because, why do you think?

Money. I'd defend the devil for money.

I have defended the devil for money.

Do you know Oscar Rivi? Top crystal dealer in Chicago?

I got him off. And do you know why? For money.

Now, I don't care who he hurt or who he fucked.

It could have been my mother. But my job is to get him off.

My job is to get you off.

You know, I grew up with a father who only cared about causes,

and he bankrupted us with his marches and his door knocking.

And I got dragged around from door to door

for Jesse Jackson and all that crap.

- Is this all true? - I don't know.

Doesn't matter.

You see, the point isn't the end. The point is the expertise.

The point is winning.

That is why I'm here because I want to win.

But if you don't care, fuck you.

Either way, I'm getting the money.

Guard?

We're done, Buck.

Wait!

Wait.

Okay. I don't know if I trust this guy. Come back in ten minutes.

Don't you dare listen by the door, you asshole. I know how you work.

Okay, help me out.

I need details for the bond hearing.

- How do you buy Fox News? - With money.

- How much? - It's current worth is $21 billion.

I can become a majority owner with $15 billion.

- And you'd be willing to do that? - Yes.

The Republicans will just find some other network to call their own.

Well, sure, if you turned Fox Democrat overnight. But you don't do that.

The thought is to start curbing its excesses.

To make Fox more reliably conservative, not radical.

Still, the nuts will just flee someplace else.

Maybe. There's a certain period of whack-a-mole. Always is.

Mr. Gross has promised a massive investment in the DNC.

12 years, three presidential cycles.

And he's already heavily investing in Puerto Rico.

- The 51st state? - Of course. A Democratic one.

And how will you work with the Biden administration?

I won't. He served you well in 2020 but the brand is tired.

You need someone fresh, the stakes are too high.

- Okay, I see where this is going. - You do?

Yeah. You think you're the next Michael Bloomberg,

a guy with too much money who thinks he's the answer.

- Are you done? - No. I'm not, thank you.

Why don't you go start your own political party, Mr. Gross.

I know about your brother's mistress.

- What the hell are you talking about? - You're the king of oppo research.

You know exactly what I'm talking about.

Do you know what Republican candidate killed a classmate in 1986?

I do. You know what Supreme Court justice has a child porn problem? I do.

The Democratic Party doesn't play this game.

Oourse it does. And if it doesn't, it sure needs to start.

Do you know how I know all your secrets?

I own Chumhum.

We have 2.9 billion active users every month.

I have records of all their interests, and their biases, their secrets.

And, for the right cause, I'm willing to use them.

- You're a dangerous man. - Oh, yes.

Good thing I have a friend over in the Justice Department.

Maybe I'll give him a call.

All right, go for it. I'm sure Merrick Garland will hop right on it.

You know, I don't think you realize, Mr. Elfperson,

the Trump years have turned everything on its head.

And the Democratic Party is still acting

like we're all sitting around sipping toddies with Tip O'Neill.

Just one big happy political family.

Diane, we need to talk.

I think he's going to say "no." And that's why I need you.

- Need me? To what? - To run the Democratic Party.

My backup plan is a hostile takeover. Kick Elf-guy out, and put you in.

Sorry, I don't, I don't know what to say to that.

It doesn't really matter. You'll eventually say "yes."

And then you will need to talk to your husband.

- My husband? - Yeah. You need to keep him in line.

- Or divorce him. - Excuse me?

The interests of the party supersede any family concerns.

Just tell him you can't see another school shooting without shooting yourself.

Tell him his work with the NRA disgusts you.

Look, here's his answer now.

I want you to step in for Elfman, Diane.

And you'll need to deal with your husband first.

- Well? - No. I don't trust you.

Is that your final answer?

We can't just run you, sir. We have a seniority system.

We have Biden. We have Kamala. We have Bernie.

- And they'll all lose. - It's better than some tech billionaire.

I'm not talking about myself. God, no.

I have a candidate. One who is sounding out both parties.

He's dropped everything, he's on his way here right now.

Who? Who is it? Who's on his way here?

Dwayne Johnson.

The Rock.

Like Peter.

- Are you serious? - Like a fucking heart attack.

Upon this rock, I'll build my party.

I'll get the bail set. But don't talk to anyone here.

Anyone in the cell next to you is just trying to fuck you.

I need Chuck to help me with my girlfriend.

If she doesn't get rent this week she'll be kicked out.

You tell Chuck Pearce that if he doesn't help, I'm turning on him.

Understood. Get ready.

The hearing should be in an hour. And you'll be out of here.

Chuck Pearce runs oil refineries in Oklahoma

and is the chief financier of the Michigan Army.

Senator Kiersten Judd of Mississippi is their second largest donor.

Good work, Carmen. Good leads. Where are we, Jay?

Done. Their bank accounts are drained.

Good. The Michigan Army officially bankrupt. Let's get rid of these guys.

What the fuck are you doing?

What the... What the fuck? Come on!

What are you doing? Where are we going?

Who's that?

- Frank Landau's assassin. - Where are you taking me?

You can't do this without me talking to my lawyer.

Where are we going? Hold on. Stop. Stop.

- Where are they going? - Antarctica.

- Is that code or something? - Nope.

We have a private jet bound for Antarctica.

Some of our donors built a facility there,

with private cells for white supremacists.

Every day they can look out on white.

- Is he gonna get out? - No, you go to him.

Oh, my God. Is this guy serious or not?

This is The Rock. How did you think this was gonna work?

Trump came down an escalator. Why can't he roll up in an Escalade?

Because we're not them. And when we try to be them, it backfires.

Look, don't waste his time, okay?

Either take it seriously or we just drop the whole thing.

Fine. Can't wait to hear his thoughts on trade.

- Now what? - Now we just wait.

And now, Diane, you have some thinking to do.

What was that about?

As a backup plan, Neil wants me to run the Democratic Party.

Are you... You're kidding?

Is that something you would even want to do?

I honestly don't know.

But we need a radical change.

And Neil has the resources, the contacts, and the guts to do it.

And despite everything that's happened, I...

I still want to believe in this country.

Oh, God, I still want to fight for it. I really do.

Well, I... I'd be sad to see you go.

Come on, Liz. You don't need me.

Except as a drinking partner.

- Besides, you have Ri'Chard. - Yeah. He's...

He's turning out to be a better partner than I imagined.

I don't know, maybe... maybe we can become the largest firm in the world.

If I run the DNC, you'll always have our business.

This is either the stupidest night of our lives...

Or the best.

I'm feeling it.

What?

That most dangerous feeling...

Hope.

Yeah. There's only one problem.

What?

He wants me to figure out Kurt.

- The NRA. - Oh, God.

Right. That's awkward.

In more ways than you can imagine.

Is he all right?

I think we can see a way to making this work.

He had some fascinating and inspired ideas.

What happened to your crutches?

He laid his hands on my ankle.

- Where did he go? - He had an appointment.

One more thing. We need to accommodate his shooting schedule.

First he needs to tell the Republican Party "no"

and then he is signed on to doScorpion King 6.

He wants to do both.

Of course the presidency would be in first position.

- Hello! - Hey!

We have the witnesses!

- You made it! - We did.

I thought you guys were joking.

- We were. - Then we weren't.

All right. You kids ready?

Marissa Gold, do you take Zev Beker to be your lawfully wedded husband?

I do.

Zev Beker, do you take Marissa Gold to be your lawfully wedded wife?

I do.

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

Your client again?

No. The RNC.

Did you give them money in my name?

No.

"Dear Mr. and Mrs. McVeigh,

"Thank you very much for your generous contribution

"to the Republican National Committee."

It's a form letter.

They're mailing us MAGA hats.

Don't say I never gave you anything.

Kurt. This isn't working.

- What isn't? - You and me.

Why not?

You know why not. We have nothing in common.

Every time we talk, it's a minefield of political frustrations.

Not for me.

Then you're a better person.

Diane, I haven't changed. You knew what I believed in.

Yes. But the world has changed. The right wing has changed.

I mean, these school shootings.

I lie awake at night, and I'm thinking I can't believe what you believe in.

You seem so sane, and yet these people...

Ted Cruz, Marjorie Taylor Greene, Boebert...

Diane, we've always stayed away from all that kind of stuff.

Well, I can't anymore. I just can't.

Have you met someone?

No. No.

- Not in the way that you mean. - In what way then?

There are just people that I talk to

who think the way I think.

About politics, about literature, about music. I'm...

I'm tired of shutting off that part of myself.

Don't make this about politics if it's not.

It is about politics.

And it is about beliefs.

And our beliefs are seriously not aligned.

So, there's no room for love?

I don't... I don't know. I mean...

Yes, there's always room for love.

But that just feels so inconsequential next to...

Next to everything that's going on.

So, what then?

Well, I mean...

You go to D.C. for your convention. I stay here. And that's it.

We barely live together now.

So let's just continue that way. And then, I mean, that's it.

What are you doing?

Getting an Uber. Goodbye.

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