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Previously on "Graves"...

It's a homosexual wedding,
for God's sake.

One gay wedding and you're
hitting on Barney Frank.

- This is my life.
- It won't be if you run for Senate.

It can't be.

Margaret: Lawrence just called,

and he said if I did decide to run,

he's on board.

You feel this, right?
I mean, this is crazy.

Open up.

Bitch is nuts, ese.

- Jonathan.
- Sorry, I wanted to ask

if you would give the keynote

at my annual Red Cross
fundraiser next week.

Jeremy's gonna appear
on "Good Day Santa Fe."

Let's talk about your father.
He's been erratic lately.

I'm gonna come over there and beat
the fucking truth into you.

I'm going to a really rad concert
Friday night if you want to hang.

Yeah, sure. I'd love to hang.

(music playing on television)

Newscaster: This is CNN Breaking News.

- Announcer: Sad news out of...
- You called for me, sir?

- Shh, shh.
- CNN has just learned

that former Prime Minister Trevor Lloyd

has checked into Johns
Hopkins in Baltimore

for what's being reported as a last
attempt cancer treatment.

- Oh, shit.
- Celebrated when elected,

Lloyd lost the support
of the British people,

not to mention the Royal Family,

when he aligned himself politically

with former American
President Richard Graves.

Turn it off. Off!

Yes, sure.

So sorry, sir.

Tell Ramona I need to pack.

We're going to Baltimore.

- Now, literally?
- No, we're gonna wait till he's dead.

(cell phone buzzing)

- Hello?
- Hey, Sammy. It's me, Isaiah.

Yeah, I know. It's super early.

I know. I'm sorry.

I just, um...

unfortunately, I'm not gonna be able
to make it to that concert tonight.

Oh, yeah, that's cool, man.

We can do it another time.

Oh, definitely. Please.

I was really looking forward to it.

I just... I have to go with the president
last minute to Baltimore.

No shit.

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You know, you guys are doing
me a real solid here.

You wouldn't believe
how ridiculously pricey airfare is.

For me, anyway.

Oh, no, for anyone. Are you kidding?

Mm. Dude.

Sad Prez is giving me so many feelings.

It's like, this
was his friend, you know?

Oh, yeah, no. Everybody always said

that Graves was the cowboy,
Trevor Lloyd his lapdog.

I think he feels responsible
for what happened to the prime minister.

You know, how he got run out of office.

(line ringing)

Margaret: Hey, darlin'.

Are you on the plane?

Yes. Actually, we're almost there.

Honey, I just don't know

quite how I'm feeling, what to do.

Oh, Richard, I should've gone
with you for support.

I can still cancel this.

I'll hop on a commercial
flight to Baltimore.

- I'm just a few hours behind you.
- No, no, no.

Honey, I'm gonna be fine.
I'll figure it out.

What you're doing is really
important for you today.

I love you, Mags.

Well, that's disturbing, but beautiful.

That's what my mother always
said about Kitty Dukakis.

I used to paint when I was a kid,

but Daddy said
it was too dark and street

for his uber-Christian base.

Hey, stop being judged by the world,

listening to all their voices.

I don't let anyone judge me.

- (sighs)
- (cell phone rings)

Sorry.

Yo, compadre.

(speaking Spanish)
Yes, yes, see you in an hour,

(speaking Spanish) text you address.

- I have to leave for work, mi amor.
- What? No.

- Baby, you can't.
- I have to.

I want you to stay in this room with me

until we grow old and we die.

I won't be gone long.

- (whimpers)
- I promise.

It's already forever.

Sir, you've received
a bouquet from David Cameron.

Should I send him a thank-you
note on your behalf?

- Please.
- Yes, sir. Right away.

(door opens)

Lloyd, you look like shit.

- Sir.
- It's all right, Ali.

No need for concern.

All former presidents have a certain

startled desperation to them.

You can leave us.

I came as soon as I heard.

And what exactly have you heard?

Cancer. Bad.

Heh. I should have been stricken
with the good cancer.

I'm sorry it's been so long.

Really, Richard, it's okay.

This happens to be a routine stay.
I'm not on my deathbed.

Hope I didn't disappoint you.

Oh.

You're still pissed at me, huh?

"The Dolt of Downing."

That's what the British press called me.

Well, you know, I could write a book

on all the things I've been called.

Yet your books refer to triumphs.

Statues erected in your honor.

I was brutalized
by the press, Parliament.

In private, the queen once told me

that I was nothing more than a boil

on the ass of that American cowboy.

- That bitch.
- And you!

Not one bloody fucking time

did you pick up the telephone.

But more, I was your friend, Richard.

- Hit me.
- What?

- Don't be daft.
- Come on.

Get out of that fucking bed,

and you're gonna punch me
right in the fucking face.

Let's clean the slate.

You know, I lost an election for you.

I cost you your legacy.

So get your balls out
of your goddamn pocketbook

and get up here and hit me in the face!

You've visited, Richard. Kindness noted.

Go on. Get out.

And now you're gonna die
still being a boil on my ass.

God!

Damn, that hurt.

Why, you old limey fuck!

(both laughing)

You should have seen your face.

Utter shock. Priceless!

Trevor, there's something
I gotta talk to you about.

See, I've been going through something,

the way I see things.

I think you'll...

you'll understand.

And it's the only gift
I have left to give you.

Really?

And what gift is that?

Ali, could you be a dear

and get me a packet of crisps

and a soda from the cafeteria?

I need something salty and sweet.

- There's a good chap.
- Yes, sir. Of course.

Salty and sweet.

Let's go! Let's go! Come on, kids.

Meet the prime minister!

Hello, sir.

- What's up?
- Pleasure's entirely mine.

(phone ringing)

- Yeah?
- Man: Jeremy.

This is Emery Rozman,
Paradigm Talent Agency.

Okay.

Saw your "Good Morning Santa Fe"
appearance, bro.

Mind blown. "Beat the truth into you"?

If that camera was a chick,

she'd be walking bowlegged for a week.

Yeah, I mean, you know,

I guess I do have a certain ease

in front of the camera.

Jeremy, look, Fox, MSNBC, CNN.

Picture this...
son of a president, newsman.

- Like Wolf Blitzer?
- Oh, yeah, fuck Wolf!

Like Jeremy Graves!
Dude, I'm telling you,

just think about it, man.

30 years ago, I wasn't
even registered to vote.

I had a small computer
company and a magazine,

and my business needed tax relief
or it was gonna go bankrupt.

Then I met President Graves,

and I was inspired.

Not only did Richard
Graves' economic policies

help my businesses grow and expand,

but he also introduced me
to his much better other half.

- Ah.
- (chuckling)

And now, it gives me great
pleasure to introduce to you

my great friend Margaret Graves.

Thank you, Jonathan.

Not so bad.

I can do this.

Not so bad.

(vacuum sputtering)

(sniffs)

No, no, no.

No way. It's not gonna happen.

I'm sorry, sir, but no scenario exists

where I leave you
and the former prime minister

in the middle of Baltimore with no
Secret Service detail whatsoever.

Oh, it exists, Isaiah. This is it.

Now, I'm going over there
and I'm gonna sit

with my old friend and have a slice,

and then I'm going to deposit
him back to the cancer bank.

I owe him big-time.

So now fuck off or you're fired.

- Fired?
- Yes.

- Really, sir?
- Yes.

Iz, it's okay. He's a grown man.

You can loosen your grip a little.

No, Sammy, my whole job
is about the grip.

It's what it is. Hold on to him.

Never let go, no matter what.

Okay, so now you get
to spend some time with me,

and to be honest...

What?

I need you to come with me.

- Where?
- You'll see.

Trev, do you ever miss it?

The power to change events,

you know, affect the conversation?

Oh, at first, but not for years, really.

We're old leather chairs, Richard.

Dependable. Unexciting.

This world isn't meant for us.

But we made this world, right?

- Now, I know that look.
- What look?

No, no, that's the "Ooh,

let's pre-emptively
invade a foreign nation!"

Or "Please, may we impose
economic sanctions, Trev?"

That look is what
my nightmares are made of.

If anything, this look
will set you free.

Thank you. Nice to meet you.

What do you think?

I think these people have
way too much cash

and no idea where to stick it.

Fantastic speech, Margaret.

Annie, thank you.

Well, then again, they're
just words on a page

until they come out of your mouth.

Lawrence Mills, Annie Novak.

Do you two know each other?

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

Margaret: I'm really
surprised to see you here.

Oh, well, I'm going to be everywhere

until I hopefully get a yes.

I need more time, Annie.

I haven't even talked to my kids.

I understand, but our window is closing.

We have about a month, so I am
gonna pitch until it slams shut.

Look, Thomas Nash is a nightmare.

His polls are rising.

I know. Everyone's worried.

If it's not you, it's going to be him,

and the party's afraid

that we're going to lose the seat

to this fearmongering demagogue.

Okay, I have to step
inside really quickly.

- It was great to see you, Annie.
- Okay.

- And I heard everything you said.
- Okay.

Trevor: "Blow, winds,
and crack your cheeks!

Rage! Blow!

You cataracts and hurricanoes,

spout till you've drench'd our steeples,

drown'd the cocks!"

Shut the fuck up or I'm
gonna have these people

pierce your mouth shut.

Richard, it has to be said,

I think this is a terrible idea.

This pain means you're still alive.

"Rumble thy bellyful!"

Both: "Spit, fire! Spout, rain!"

What the fuck?

Jeremy on speaker: Just know
if you ever do it again

in front of me,

I'm gonna come over there

and beat the (bleep) truth into you.

- Anyway, thanks for having me.
- (phone ringing)

- Liv.
- Hey, Jer.

Are you fucking sitting down?

'Cause you're not gonna believe this.

Little bro's gonna be a TV star.

I'm telling you, for the first time...

Jeremy, listen to me!

- Okay, Jesus.
- Quick question.

Let's say you were at a friend's house

and you accidentally found,

I don't know, like,
a little bit of drugs.

First of all, are you in a closet
and is your friend you?

- No.
- Okay, well, uh,

that shit's poison
and your friend's a fucking moron.

Actually, wait, wait,
wait, wait a second.

What are we talking
about here, like, a joint?

A couple of joints? Occasional
user amount of drugs?

I'm gonna choose to say yes.

Well, then, don't be such
a fucking judge-y bitch about it.

I mean, hey, check a reflection
every once in a while, am I right?

- Glass houses.
- Preach.

- Okay, love you.
- Love you.

Oh, shit.

Trevor: My Rosemary would've been
horrified by this new tattoo.

- No, she would've loved it.
- Bullshit.

Actually, you know, she probably
wouldn't have cared either way.

By the time she died, we were distant.

It was a dispassionate marriage.

Separate bedrooms. Often separate homes.

During my years in office,
the neglect took its toll, you know?

I don't think that we were
ever really in love.

More a marriage of convenience.

Well, there's a damn shame.

I've never shared this, but, you know,

I was in love once.

Gloria. She worked in
the kitchen at Eaton.

Had these wonderful green eyes.

And her laugh? Oh, magic.

We saw each other every day.

Of course, no chance
of it going anywhere.

Look at that.

Reminds me of London in the early '70s.

I never did participate
in the hippie culture,

the 'shrooms,

the debauchery of the LSD.

Well, never say never, Trev.

That's what this is all about.

(phone ringing)

Fuck, Liv, enough. Look, I'm
in the middle of something, all right?

Olivia: Stop!

I need your help.

Do you know what a Kalashnikov is?

- Yeah, it's a big fucking gun.
- Uh-huh.

And, you know, would, say, I don't know,

like, a Mexican day laborer

have a good reason for owning,
I don't know, eight of them?

Maybe 30?

What the hell is going on?
Where are you?

Let's just say I spent the day
breathing in the air,

and it's full of sunshine, only instead
of sunshine, it's cocaine!

- (car pulls up)
- Oh, shit. I gotta go.

- (gasps)
- Olivia.

Where are you going?

- Out of here!
- Wait, wait. What happened?

- Shit.
- You fucked, ese.

Olivia! Olivia, stop!

Come on, let me explain!

Not what I was expecting.

Mom and Dad, Isaiah.

Isaiah, Mom and Dad.

So, um, what are we supposed
to do here, do you think?

Uh, I think... whatever you want.

I just wanted to see it.

You've never been here before?

No, I... well, I tried a few times,

but, you know, childhood trauma and all.

And then I took off.

What happened to them?

Car versus truck. Car lost.

- That's horrible.
- Yeah, well...

we all have dark shit.

I could leave you alone if you want
to say something to them in private.

No. Will you stay with me, please?

- Yeah.
- Besides, I...

I don't even...

I don't even know what the hell
I would say to them.

"Hey, guys. I'm a waitress.

I live with a dude that sells
weed out of our trailer.

Oh, and, Mom, that little heart
tattoo you told me not to get?

Well..."

I mean, it kills me, you know?

I don't think...

I know that they'd hate
how I turned out.

What? No, that's not true.

I can promise you that.

Well, you're incredibly
smart, for starters,

one of the most honest
people I've ever met.

I mean, you have zero fear,

which is a quality that even a former
US president admires.

No, they'd think you're amazing.

- Sammy?
- Hmm?

I like you.

Don't.

If I, or any American,
want to carry a gun,

I can damn well have a gun.

That's my constitutional right.

That's my freedom.

What a load of rubbish.

In Britain we're smart enough

not to shoot each other in the street,

unlike here, where
even you've been shot.

Three times, no less.

If I had been carrying a gun,

I would've been shot only once.

Bam! Pow! Boom! You're dead!

Deejay: Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome to our main stage

the beautiful, mystical China!

Let's hear it for fine China!

Sweet heaven.

Gloria.

That's what she looked like.

There. My Gloria.

- That's Gloria?
- Yeah.

(chuckles)

It was Christmas of his first term,

and Janet and Richard
passed out before 9:00.

The time you stayed in the Lincoln
Bedroom was New Year's.

No, it was December.

January, because I remember you wearing

this hideous blue velvet tuxedo.

- Cost me a fortune.
- It was hideous.

But I remember that night.

A bottle of absinthe,

two bong hits later
on the Truman Balcony.

We're not gonna talk about that.

(song playing on stereo)

Oh, my God.

Okay, no. I have to get back out there.

And so do you.

Now, Maggie, Maggie. Come here.

-
Just pass on by

Trevor:
I may be right

(both chuckle)

Baby, you sure you don't
want nothing else?

No, no, no. Thank you, Gloria.

Thank you.

Time's up, hon. That'll be a hundred.

Ah, ooh.

This was a gift from King Fahd
of Saudi Arabia.

The Hope Ruby, it's called.

Ten million pounds at last assessment.

Yours.

Even if this is all bullshit,

you really are one sweet old man.

Olivia: How the hell did I end up here?

I mean, I could always pretend
to be Mrs. Rockefeller

with some monogrammed towels
and the monthly bikini waxes,

leaving him little love
notes in his briefcase,

which all ate me up inside like cancer,

but at least I understood
that disease, that world.

But rebounding with a drug dealer?
My God, Jeremy.

What's wrong with me?

Tell me. I can handle it.

- We're gonna need a bigger boat.
- (sighs)

I'm so fucked up.

No, you're just you.

That's a terrible thing to say.

Okay, you're banging
a drug dealer? So what?

Some of the best people
I know are drug dealers.

Look, I'm doing my own thing right now,

as you can probably tell.

- Watching TV?
- No, I'm not watching TV.

I've been trying to
tell you this all day,

but you can't hear me through all
your fucking air-sucking drama.

I'm talking about a commentator, okay?

A news... whatever,
I don't exactly know yet.

But whatever it is,
it's going to be my thing

that I'm doing because I want to do it,

and I don't give a shit what anybody
else has to say about it,

let alone a former president

and first lady, okay?

So you just... you just
do your thing, all right?

(knocking on door)

Yeah, what's up, Ramona?

This came for you.

It's divorce papers.

So sorry.

It's okay.

Out with the old.

You need to run.

So you'd vote for me?

I'd bet my fortune on you.

- Jonathan.
- No.

Okay. Can't. Just... I'm sorry.

I can't. I just can't do it.

- Maggie.
- I'm sorry. I can't.

So, what's it all about, Graves,

this epiphany of yours?

I wanted to make the world
a better place.

I made it worse.

Oh, you did good, too. We all did.

No, I don't... I don't see that anymore.

I just want to take back
all the pain I caused,

yell out, but...

maybe it's best I just
remain silent and fade away.

No, no, no, no, no.

You stay alive long enough
to yell, Richard,

at the top of your lungs,
and make them listen.

Just remember one thing.

At the end, all that really matters

are those who love us.

They are the hidden victims
of our administrations.

It's not just the country,
but it's our families we hurt.

Are you scared?

Mostly no.

I've read all the books
I wanted to read.

Most evenings,
I find existence rather dull.

Not this evening, though, old friend...

my oldest friend.

Graves: Homer wrote,

"I should not have sorrowed
so over his dying

if he had gone down among his companions

in the land of the Trojans,

or into the arms of his friends

after he wound up the fighting."

In his twilight,

Trevor seized the final moments.

The memory I will hold of Trevor

will not be his public image,

but of his private self at the end.

I watched as he shed
the anchor of regret.

God bless him.

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