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Previously on "Graves"...

There is a line, sir, that you
cannot expect me to cross.

- Peyote.
- What?!

This is false imprisonment
of a member of the cabinet.

- Richard: Trust me.
- What is this?

- You make that so hard, sir.
- (moans)

You are what I want.

- So you'd vote for me?
- I'd bet my fortune on you.

Okay. Oh, I can't.

This guy's a monster.
His mother shouldn't die

thinking that what he did
was in any way her fault.

I can never be with you.
Someone like you.

Fuck you.

Have Lawrence
call Martin Bashir

to do a profile piece
for "America 360."

This train has got to leave
the station and I'm driving.

Announcer:
Tonight, on "America 360"...

In what should be
his twilight,

a former president, arguably
one of history's most polarizing leaders,

is doing anything but going
gently into that good night.

It was me who gutted
cancer research.

Take my goddamn name
off this road.

How would Washington feel?

He'd blow his (bleep)
brains out.

It's been decades since Richard,
Margaret, Olivia, and Jeremy Graves

were residents
at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

Over the next 30 minutes,

with the family
as our guide,

we'll journey back
to relive it all.

The ranch hand
from New Mexico

who became
commander-in-chief.

His ever devoted
wife Margaret

as rumors swirl
that the former first lady

will make her own
political mark.

A daughter,
the poster-perfect icon

that American girls
aspired to be

just as her fairy tale
unravels.

And the precocious
daredevil little boy,

once witness to his father's
attempted assassination,

now a recently returned
war hero.

I got to do what
I got to do, you know?

Bashir:
First Family Graves then

and now.

I'm Martin Bashir
and this is "America 360."

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(chatter)

(line ringing)

- (strumming)
- (phone chiming)

Samantha: I'm somewhere. Leave it here.

- (tone beeps)
- Hey, Sammy, it's me.

Look, you can't keep
avoiding me.

I know I screwed up
and I won't blame the peyote,

but it was the peyote.

So please, please,
please call me back.

Let me explain, okay?

Hey, Isaiah.

Oh, good morning,
Jeremy.

Good to see you, man.
Really good.

- It is?
- Come on, always, buddy.

Where have you been
the past couple of days?

Oh, I went to Martin Treadwell's
furlough hearing.

You did what?

What? Why... why would
you do that?

Why not? That guy sent me a letter.

He wanted to talk to me.
Honestly, it was a no-brainer.

That guy's been living
under my bed for way too long.

So I agreed
to meet with him.

I mean, at first I was
gonna tell him to shove

that weekend furlough
up his jail violated ass,

but, you know,
I felt bad for the guy.

Me, something bordering
on compassion.

What did your father
say about it?

- I haven't told him.
- What?

Don't you think
that you should?

I mean, you kind
of have to, Jeremy.

For once I didn't do something
for Richard Graves.

I did it for me and it felt great.

You can tell him if you want.
I don't give a shit.

Oh, sidebar,
come here.

I met this amazing girl.

I mean, yeah, she's the daughter
of a serial killer,

but whatever, I'm
the son of a president.

You know,
tomato, tomah-to.

Serial killer?

What?

- Richard: Isaiah!
- Yes, sir.

Office now.

Yes, sir.

Jesus.

Uh, so, big guy,
we have an hour

before Martin Bashir lands.

He's a good friend.

We take hot yoga together.
He's remarkably flexible.

Anyway, he bent over
backwards, literally,

to do this for me today,
so you be nice, okay?

All right, first,
regarding your recent

let's just call it
adventures.

I crafted a list
of appropriate responses

that I think should cover anything
that Martin throws at you.

It's big, bold fonts and cute, pretty,
little tabs the way you like it, boss.

Just remember,
this is really for Margaret.

Reintroducing you
and her to the public

in a positive,
stable light.

Yeah, got it. I get it.
I know this game.

I made up the rules.
You remember?

- (laughs) Yeah.
- You did.

Now get the hell
out of here.

Oh. Oh.

- Okay. Good talk.
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- (chuckles)

- Oh, man.
- Sir?

I can't do this.

I can't do this
prime-time puppet show.

I can't be that...

anymore.

I know. I know, sir,
but it's just one day.

It's a few hours.

It'll be easy to be
that folksy icon

that we all remember,
that I remember.

And besides, you sort of
have to do this, sir,

for Mrs. Graves.

(sighs)

You little shit.

Who do you work for?

Oh, you.
Of course, you.

Why are you telling me
what Mrs. Graves needs?

What about
what I need, Isaiah?

That's all
I care about, sir.

No, I was just saying
that today's just a little different.

You know, Isaiah,
I have tested you,

tested you,
and tested you

and you've shown me
that I can trust you.

So please don't push me
anymore today.

- You can trust me, sir.
- Don't bother me.

What the hell was...

that?

It's important this "360" piece
go off without a hitch.

It's a reset. Lord knows this
family could use a reset.

I'm gonna need it.

We also have to talk
money, Maggie.

- Not today.
- Yes, Maggie, today.

You know the Bashir expos?
is, among other things,

designed to whet donors' appetites
to loosen up some wallets.

Please don't say it like that.
I hate this part.

It's like one murky tick
above prostitution.

- (door slams)
- Olivia: Excuse me.

Margaret:
Olivia.

Your hair, it's back.

It looks wonderful, sweetheart.
Thank you.

Yep, six hours in a salon
just for you, Mother,

and your little
dog and pony show.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Mrs. Graves,
we need you.

Martin Treadwell,
the would-be assassin

of former President
Richard Graves,

has been granted
a weekend furlough

in order to visit
his dying mother.

I know you hate this,
but he'll be back inside

before you even
know he was out.

It's just
a weekend furlough.

It was also just an assassination
attempt on the president.

Okay, enough of that.

I never thought that
I'd live to see the day

he'd get out.

It's just for a weekend.
It's not a big deal.

No big deal? The guy just
tried to kill me, that's all.

He's going to visit his dying
mother, right, Isaiah?

What? I don't know
anything about that.

Okay, everyone
just calm down.

Take a deep breath.
It's all in the past.

We're not gonna let this derail us.
Not today, understood?

- Mm-hmm.
- Margaret: Okay.

On a typical day at his vast
compound in Santa Fe,

known as the New Mexico
White House,

this is what the still active
Richard Graves

considers cardio.

The only child born
to a poor ranch family,

Richard Graves always
had a style all his own.

After cancer claimed his mother
before his sixth birthday,

the future president
was raised by his father

and the ranch hands
he considered family.

He was self-made
from day one.

His political rise,
meteoric.

You've been making
a bit of noise lately.

You've been called reckless,
dangerous even.

(laughs) Well, noise
is life for me, Martin.

It keeps you engaged, and at my age
you have to stay engaged.

You have to move.
You have to keep active.

So I feel good.
Happier than a gopher in soft dirt.

(laughs)

That was one
of my father's sayings.

And we're out.

- Thanks, Mr. President.
- Thank you.

So how was that?

Was that folksy enough?
Iconic enough?

Felt like waterboarding.

- Huh?
- Huh?

Um, yes, sir.
It was...

you know, actually,
I didn't catch it at all.

Just what the hell
is wrong with you?

Nothing, sir.
It's just...

Sammy's mad at me.

(laughs)
You and Sammy?

Yeah, we're kind of
a thing.

I mean, not anymore
in a way.

I don't...
it's complicated.

Oh, Sammy would never.
You're too straight.

She's way
out of your league.

It would never work.
(laughing)

- Isaiah, right?
- Yeah.

The family segment
is up next.

We need Olivia
in hair and makeup.

Okay.

(knocks on door)

- Olivia?
- (crying)

Oh, sorry.

Hey. Hey.

Are you okay?

Do I look okay?

Well, no.
I was just...

No, don't come
any closer.

- Just sit down. Sit.
- Yes.

- Sit. Sit faster.
- Fine, I'm sitting. I'm sitting.

I just don't feel very
approachable right now, okay?

Okay.

- (sobbing)
- Can I at least ask what's wrong?

Oh!

Oh, boy.

Are you sure?

You are sure.

And very thorough.

God.

Don't you fucking dare

tell my mother,
my father, anyone.

This is between you and me,
do you understand?

Because my baby's daddy

will kill you.

What?

Bashir:
Growing up Graves.

You two grew up under
something of a microscope

that really wasn't
of your choosing.

You know, Martin, it didn't
feel like that, really.

Yeah, my brother and I,
we were lucky.

We didn't grow up in a reality
where paparazzi chased us.

And we didn't have to deal
with one of these faceless monsters

behind a computer
writing nasty things.

Which, of course, brings us to the recent
dissolution of your marriage.

Now, by all accounts,
you had the fairy tale,

so what happened?

Well, the truth is,
Martin,

I didn't have
the fairy tale.

William and I, we were young
and very much in love once,

but I grew up seeing
what a marriage can be,

you know,
what it should be.

And I'm not gonna rest
until I find it.

That was really weird.
I mean, it was hard.

There I am telling people that I'm
not gonna stop until I find it.

I already have it.

We're not talking
about that right now, Olivia.

His name, Mother,
is Arturo.

- Arturo?
- I said not now, please. Not today.

Oh, I see.
You're in that Southern

pretend it's not happening,
fuck it place.

Ladies, ladies,
what are we talking about here?

- Daddy.
- Yeah?

You love me
no matter what, right?

Oh, of course, sweetheart.
Who's Arturo?

Okay, he's this
really nice guy...

He's a Mexican drug dealer
our daughter is fucking. There, happy?

He's a drug dealer,
but not in a bad way.

She met him on our property when you
took your stand against deportation.

And as fate would have it, he got
to stay here in this country

because you made sure he had
temporary legal status.

So everybody wins.
She thinks she's in love.

Mags, why wasn't
I told about this?

I'm sorry, did I miss our scheduled
debriefing, Mr. President?

I asked for one thing...

that our family be normal
and happy for one day.

One fucking day.

(sighs)
Yeah, yeah.

(phone chiming)

I can't talk now,
Jonathan.

No, it'll only
take a second.

It's important.

(whispers)
I can't talk now.

Bashir: Margaret Lynn Davis
married Richard August Graves

in a small ceremony
on his ranch in Gallup.

He was a rising star
running for governor,

she a secretary
answering phones

at his campaign office.

So was it some kind
of office romance?

Don't get your honey where you get
your money, my mama always taught me.

No.

Oh, she wouldn't give me
the time of day.

And then one week later,
she came in and she quit.

She quit? Why?

To get my money
somewhere else.

(laughs)
Don't worry.

He came and found me
just like I knew he would.

(laughs)

Bashir: She's been at his side
ever since.

- Ow! What?
- Okay, new plan, all right?

You're gonna keep your mouth
shut about Treadwell.

I know I told you I didn't give
a shit if you told my dad,

but, I mean, you saw his reaction,
that fear in his face.

He can't ever know, okay? So it needs
to stay between us, you got it?

Gonna be our little secret, okay?
Understand?

Okay.

- There we go. Give me one second, okay?
- (phone chimes)

No, wait there.

_

Okay, I got to go.
Family stuff, okay?

But I'm glad we talked.
Don't tell my father

or I'm gonna fucking rip out
your spleen, okay?

- Good seeing you, buddy. Good talk.
- Thank you.

Ow. Ow.
Ow. Ow.

We haven't been in here since you
roofied Meghan McCain on her sweet 16.

She was no fun at all.

- Man, today sucks.
- Mm-hmm.

Faking happy
is exhausting.

Mmm.

No.

So you're knocked up?

How'd you know that?

I look fat.

You don't look fat,
you just...

you haven't turned down a smoke
since you got your first period.

The drug dealer?

Oh.

Does he know?

No.

Mom and Dad?

(chuckles)

Why do we give a shit
what they think?

- (sighs)
- You know what?

Whatever you want,
that's what I want, okay?

I'm not
emotionally equipped

to deal with
literally anything.

Yeah.

Bashir: Maggie Lynn Davis
was the only child

of a single mother
from Galveston, Texas.

Perhaps it was her humble beginnings
that made Margaret Graves

the most beloved first lady
since Jackie Kennedy.

She was a young mother
in the White House.

Relatable, real.

You've always had
strong personal opinions

and yet you stood behind
the former president

even on decisions
that were not popular.

A patriot is someone
whose ruling passion

is the love
for his country.

That's who Richard Graves was
and continues to be.

And it is who
I will continue to be.

Well, let's cut
to the rumors.

Are you running for Senate?

I'm talking to people, Martin,
asking questions.

There's always more you can do
for your country.

(knocks on door)

Olivia.
My God, mi amor.

No, no, no, no, no.

No mi amor.
Not yet.

Here's the deal if we're gonna be
together, which is what I want.

I need you
to tell me the truth.

So let me have it.
All of it.

(siren wailing
in distance)

- (knocks)
- (music playing)

This is my cousin Chuy.
My father's sister's son.

I was going to introduce
you the other day.

Hi, Chuy.

Ahem.

Oh.

Hi there.
It's nice.

Hi.
I'm Olivia.

Nice to meet you.
Hi.

Great job.
Really nice.

Really solid stacks...
stacking.

- (clears throat)
- You all right?

Mm-hmm, I just need a minute
to, you know, process.

- I love you.
- That's not helpful.

Okay, great.
Seen what I need to see.

Just... I respect
the hustle.

So I think I really
need to tell you

that I've really
fallen for you.

I mean, you're sweet
and you're kind

and all you do
is smile

when I'm simultaneously
eating and ranting

about some bullshit that you
couldn't possibly care about.

I mean, we barely
know each other

and yet you make me
feel more like me

than I've ever felt
in my entire life ever.

And guess what.
I like her.

That's new.

This...

I want this to work...

but this isn't how
I do family.

Uh, family?

I'm pregnant.

(chuckles)

Chuy.

(speaking Spanish)
Pack everything and call Juarez.

(speaking Spanish)
Tell them I'm out.

I'm out.

I didn't think old Banshee
would remember me,

but when I got back,
it was like I never left.

There was something about
this kid and animals.

Tender souls.

Bashir: This father-son
bond was cemented

over a would-be tragedy

that haunts Richard Graves
to this very day.

No man looks down
the barrel of a gun

and doesn't feel fear.

But I chose to run
for public office.

And no five-year-old boy

chooses to watch
his dad...

Yeah, ahem,
it's all right, Jeremy.

My son was there.

(Jeremy clears throat)

You know, you've never spoken
about that day before, like, ever.

You think maybe we could get together
and talk about it or something?

Oh, I can't, son.

I mean, I don't want to talk
about what was or what happened.

I just can't do it
anymore, son.

Your father tends
to compartmentalize his pain.

- (phone chiming)
- Fuck you, man, okay?

Yeah, what's up, Emery?

Emery: The best fucking agent
that ever lived got you a sit-down

with Doug Johnson
at The Storm Network.

What did I tell you?
This thing you're doing,

this fuck who my father was,
fuck everybody thing,

this super amazing hate
you're channeling,

they're offering you
a contract.

- Your own show.
- What?

You're booked on the 7:00 to LA.
Can you get there?

Uh, yeah, yeah,
of course.

Just consider me out the fucking door.
Thank you so much.

Thank you.
Thank you, Emery.

- Hey, Dad!
- What?

Nothing.

Look at the two of you.

It's like peas
in a fucking pod, you know?

Fuck it, I'm out.
Yep.

Fuck it, I'm out.

Everybody's out.

(snorts, neighs)

Chuy, don't forget
your scale.

Big, big mistake, es?.

Okay. Rosa.

Maria.
Just some car snacks.

For the road.
Good luck with the drugs.

(sighs)

Bashir: Your wife's been a bit cagey,

dancing around
a Senate campaign

that may or may not
be happening.

Are you the reason?

Margaret has
100% of my support

on all fronts,
no matter what she does.

But you've recently taken to making
some very un-Gravesian moves.

You've appeared hell-bent

on what some would say
is reversing policies

that you yourself
put into motion.

I mean, for example, publically
denouncing your own economic strategy

on monies allocated
for cancer research.

Times change,
needs change.

But much of what
this country believes

about modern
American conservatism

flows from the very river

that you set in motion
while you were in office.

What do you say to people

that have followed you
all these years?

I guess we call them
the army of Gravesanites,

the young and old,
the generation of politicians

who've based their
political philosophies

on your tenure
as president.

I'd tell them
to get a life.

- Get a life?
- Yes.

To get their own life.

Look, viewing the world
through the narrow perspective

of my presidency
is a dead end.

You got this army, you say,
spouting ideology

that they pretend
to understand.

I've got one of those true
believers right here in this house

working for me.

But who said
I was right?

Who said that?
Not me.

You know, Martin,

conservative or liberal,
it doesn't matter.

If all you are
is a sum total

of what somebody else
believes,

then you're no one.

So I guess in the end,

I'd tell them all
to get a life.

Man:
And we're out.

Get a life.

Mr. President,
thank you.

Thank you, Martin.

Thanks. Thanks, guys. Thank you.

Margaret: Martin,
thank you so much.

Bashir:
Thank you.

You see, kid? That's right.
That felt right.

That's what
it's about.

Now that we owe
ourselves a treat,

get me a whiskey, neat, kid,
and pour yourself one, okay?

Get it yourself.

Excuse me?

You heard me.

Yeah.

You know, I just...
I have to ask.

Is it just me?

Do you just
resent me, sir?

Or should everyone who's ever
believed in you just get a life?

What?

Am I just a true believer
in the army of Graves?

Just a faceless person
to you, sir?

What's going on here?

You know, I came here
because I admired you, sir,

and I wanted to learn
from someone that I admired.

But the truth is I don't
even recognize myself anymore.

I'm not this person.

The risks that
I've taken for you,

the people that I've hurt,
the lies that I've told,

I'm just... I'm not
this person, sir.

You know, I believe what I believe
in because it makes sense to me.

It's who I am.

And all this time I was just
hoping that the president I knew

was still in there somewhere
because I believed in that man.

I believed in you.

Well, that was
your own choice, Isaiah.

You know,
I've tried to teach you,

but you
just do not learn.

You're locked up
in fear.

You're a lost
fuckin' cause.

No, you're the one
who's lost the cause, sir.

- Oh.
- Okay, I don't know

who you think you are, young man.

What did I tell you? I warned
you not to romanticize.

This is not your father.
You are not a member of this family.

You are an employee and you
don't get to be disappointed.

Disappointed?

Yeah, that's a word.

Here's a few more...
dishonest, disingenuous,

disillusioned,
like disillusioned with a family

who does nothing
but lie to each other

over and over all the time.
You want to know the truth?

You want to know what's happening
right in front of your faces?

- Isaiah.
- Jeremy went to Colorado and testified

on Martin Treadwell's behalf.
That's why he's getting out.

And he didn't even give a shit
enough to tell either of you about it.

Oh, and by the way,
Olivia's pregnant.

She hid in her room, took,
like, a dozen pregnancy tests

and all of them
are positive.

So congrats,
Grandma and Grandpa.

Now you can pass on
your dysfunctional genes

to the next generation
of Graves.

Fuck it, I quit.

(music playing)

There's such a lot
of history in this room.

Yeah. Yes.

Well, that's where
it all started.

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