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Previously on "Graves"...

Do what's right tomorrow
at the Treadwell parole thing.

This guy's mother shouldn't die

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

Reporter: Martin Treadwell has
been granted a weekend furlough.

I can't talk now, Jonathan.

It'll only take a second.

The RPAC conference is gonna
honor you, Mr. President.

- What do you mean "family"?
- I'm pregnant.

- Chuy, I'm out.
- Jeremy: Yeah?

Emery: The best fucking
agent that ever lived

got you your own show.

Isaiah: My mom always loved you, sir.

She worked the Graves
For President office

and worked door-to-door.

You need to learn to pivot,

direct him away from those cliffs

he's so hell-bent on going over.

The risks that I've taken
for you, the lies that I've told!

I quit.

Man: Then I graduated summa cum laude,

president of Hasty Pudding.

Of course, you might have read that.

The three and a half years
I spent at Harvard...

I graduated a semester early...

were truly invaluable.

Harvard pretty boy, huh?

I can't take credit for my looks, sir.

What can I say,
God gave with both hands.

I don't like you.

I don't need you to like me, sir.

My job is to assist.

I do, however, have every confidence

once you see what I bring to the table,

you'll feel differently.

No, no, I won't.

Go easy on Eric, darling.

He was Dick Cheney's
body man for three years

and his recommendation for Eric
used the word "superstar".

Thank you, ma'am.

- Maggie, what's all this?
- You know what this is.

My campaign and our appearances...

you have to have your detail back.

It's not up for discussion.

And you know what? I have
some good news, honey.

RPAC summit is inviting
you back again this year.

And again, I'm not going to attend.

Except, boss, this time
we need you to accept.

They're giving you
the Reagan Award, sir,

honoring your
transformational presidency.

Who cares? They gave that award
to Dan Quayle, didn't they?

- (laughs)
- Well, it's not about any award.

I need you there. I'm gonna announce
my Senate candidacy at RPAC.

Margaret Graves For Senate
is officially a go.

The attendee list is huge.

The Kochs, Adelson, Whitaker,
the Bushes, the governor...

Okay, so because they're
honoring the former president,

the summit is coming
here to Santa Fe. So...

So they're basically
handing Margaret the platform.

It's the party showing full support.

It's a new chapter, angel.

Oh, yes, yes. New chapter.

I need to get out a bit.

We'll start with Mr. Graves'
favorite spot for a bite.

Plaza Coffee Shop, I believe.

Then, depending on
your energy level, sir,

a walk around the square
for some exercise...

Do not hurt him.

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Guard: Quickly, let's go.

Hello, Mother.

I've been waiting a long time for this.

A long time.

Let me explain something to you, okay?

If Google has a right to read my emails

and the NSA has a right
to tap my phones,

then I feel like I should have a right
to walk around with my junk out

because privacy is dead.

Look, you and I got lucky
and fell out of a vagina

on the right side of the border.

That can't be the only way to decide

who gets to be a citizen here.

It's like people with fair trade coffee

would rather fight a war on Christmas

than a war on ISIS.

It's like I always say,

people are only as stupid as their vote.

Medicare is no different
from hookers in Reno.

They both want to suck you dry.

I'm gonna come over there

and beat the (bleep) truth into you.

- You belong here, Jeremy.
- Oh, you're too kind.

Your own half-hour show. Nothing fancy.

We'll shoot it on the set at
our affiliate in Albuquerque.

We guarantee you one show
per week, all right?

That's Saturdays at 6:00 P.M.

But, you know, the way you're
blowing up shit these days,

we'll probably end up with three
or four prime-time slots.

Just keep that shit
and the anger flowing.

Yeah, well, you're not gonna
have to worry about that, Doug.

I'm basically like a bottomless
well of acerbic observation.

Also, just to be up front,

you are gonna be asked
about your mother and father.

I'm not gonna lie to you, I mean,
that's part of the whole appeal.

That's part of your brand, you know?

Bitter former first son giving us

a warts-and-all look into
his family and the world.

Hey, fuck 'em if they
can't take a joke, right?

(laughing)

So, I'm out of here.

I'm packing up and I'm
leaving next week.

Where you going?

Guess I'll know when I get there.

I'm Eric, President
Graves' new assistant.

Wait, so Isaiah's gone for good?

Who? Never heard of him.

Well, that sucks.

I guess I shouldn't be
that surprised by it,

but still. (sighs)

You upset about it?

No, don't be ridiculous.

I never wanted that kid.
Don't want this kid either.

Hold on a sec.

- I've been reading your book.
- (groans)

Sort of borrowed it from Isaiah,

and I actually think I get it now.

That kid was like your own
Frankenstein's monster.

I mean, here you said, "Politics is
not much different than the movies.

You and your spouse are cast in the roles
the electorate expect to see you in.

Image is the beginning of your message.

It's your brand."

Unfortunate, but true.

No, that's unfortunate. Period.

Look, I've been loving
what you've been doing

and it's been pretty fucking
amazing being a part of it,

but, man, you've been so busy

trying to fix the world
that you fucked up,

you forgot that there
are people that live in it.

So as far as Isaiah goes,
look back to who he was

when he first started working for you.

You broke him and broken people run.

Of all the people that you feel
you may owe an apology to,

he just might be at
the top of your list.

(sighs)

It's been real.

Interesting girl.

I did my second dissertation on
variances of Stockholm syndrome.

- You're fired.
- What?

Fired.

It's really happening, guys.

You bet your Jimmy Choos it's happening.

Now, if we're serious on making
the announcement at RPAC,

there's very little time, not to mention

the recent polls that just came
in are lower than expected.

I don't understand. I've always
polled so well with the public.

Of course you do. Don't let
this one bring you down.

People are fickle. They just
want to get to know you again.

I hope so.

Well, we need to land on your
message, like, yesterday.

"Moving America forward for New Mexico."

What the hell does that mean?

We tested it. People think
they know what it means.

Don't forget your meeting
with Chet Whitaker

downtown in a couple of hours.

He's not a done deal...

publically undecided as to
where he's putting his money.

He's already met with Nash.
He wants to see you dance.

Come on, Whitaker's an old
establishment money guy.

He can't possibly take Nash seriously.

Well, whether he does or not, he sees
you as the wife, not the candidate.

And why aren't we discussing
Jonathan Dalton?

There's no reason two fat cows
shouldn't be milked.

Not yet. I just... we need to
be careful and considered.

Anyway, welcome, y'all.

Come on over here
and tell me your names.

I'm Margaret.

(chuckles)

Oh, boy.

(sighs)

(Spanish music playing)

(humming)

God damn it.

It's okay. I've got
another one in the oven.

(hammering)

Hey, no worries. It's okay, babe.

Yeah.

Um, listen, babe,

I love your positivity,

but isn't there anything that would

or could make you,
I don't know, unhappy?

'Cause there's always
some bad with the good.

You know, something
to bitch about, right?

No, not really.

(gags)

Excuse me.

(knocking on door)

- Hey, bro.
- False alarm.

Chuy!

Oh, my gosh. What a surprise!

Oh, are you gonna stay for dinner?

Company! I love it.

- (laughs) Oh!
- (timer dings)

And we might be able to
feed you like proper hosts.

(laughs) Say a little prayer.

(speaks Spanish)

(silenced gunshot)

Holy shit.

Hey, babe.

(gasps)

(doorbell rings)

I don't believe it.

You... well, you're...

Yes, Mrs. Miller, I'm...

No, you don't have to say who you are.

I know who you are.

Oh, my God.

Unbelievable.

Nobody's gonna goddamn believe this.

(clicks)

Sorry.

Listen, my accountant talked to me

and he said that Isaiah had asked him

to send his check here.

So, what, you brought it yourself?

I had to come over to Prescott
anyway to talk with the governor.

Of course, the governor.
'Cause you're you.

Wow, okay. So, this is
where I raised Isaiah.

- Uh-huh.
- And these are pictures of him here.

- Yeah.
- I was in labor for 40 frickin' hours.

His head was as big as a kettlebell.

- Ouch.
- Yes.

Would you like to sit and have a Fresca?

- Yes. Sure. Fine.
- You're so handsome.

Um, just sit... you can sit there.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

Comfortable? There.

You know, I thought 1,000 times

about what I would say to you

if I ever got the chance.

You know, I was in my twenties
when you first ran for president.

- Oh.
- And then I heard you speak.

The moment I heard you speak, I knew.

I understood what you stood for,

what you were gonna do for us.

So that's when I knew I had
to help spread your word.

You know? Presidents matter.

It's what I always tell Isaiah.
Presidents, they matter.

Absolutely.

Sorry, too much information.

What the hell?

Oh, okay.

- So let me have it.
- I'm sorry?

My kid is...

- he's professional to a fault.
- Mm-hmm.

Comes home from the job
that I dreamt for him

since before he was born

without that job and doesn't say why.

It's complicated.

I mean, Isaiah has really high values.

He also has a lot of unmet expectations.

You know, President,

I've known some real
shitty men in my life.

All of them, actually.

So you see, that's why...

that's why I felt real lucky

when my kid had someone
like you to look up to.

- I should go.
- Oh, don't go.

I'm sorry. I talked this whole time.

Can I get you something to eat?
Are you hungry?

No, no, no, I'm fine.

Yeah, you want to know where he is.

(phone ringing)

- Tasha?
- No way.

Is it okay that I'm calling?

Totally. I'm just surprised.

I mean, good surprised. I just...

don't usually hear from my one-night
mental hospital stands again.

I know, it's so crazy.
Even without all the lithium,

I can't stop thinking about you.
I don't know what to say.

Conversely, I like being thought of.

(laughs) I just had this insane morning.

I just got off a plane and the most
amazing fucking thing happened.

I got offered a job.
Don't be weirded out, okay?

Trust me, I don't weird out easily.

It's just that you were the
first person I wanted to call

when I got out of the meeting,
which is kind of a big deal for me

since I haven't wanted to share
anything with anyone ever.

- So...
- (phone beeps)

- Wait, can you hold on just one second?
- Yeah.

Liv?

I can't move, Jeremy.

I can't leave this room maybe ever.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Jeremy.

Help.

Olivia, where the fuck are you?

(crying)

The Yuletide candle line. Heaven.

You know, the dripless tapered sugar
cookie candle's our best seller?

It's just like sitting
in Grandma's kitchen.

All right, you have a wonderful day

and just remember, if you ain't buying,

Santa's crying.

(laughs) You're screwed.

Very funny.

Esther, I'm gonna take
my break a little early, okay?

Take the hat off, will you, please?

This is not happening.

Whitaker: A year and change
from now you're in Washington.

What's your vision?

I'd like to give New Mexicans
back a sense of pride.

Pride of ownership in their lives.

Get them back working.

Give them incentives to dream bigger

for themselves and their children.

Look, Margaret, this is what I need.

I've got three factories in Vietnam.

The tariffs are busting my ass.

I need a better trade deal.

I own mines in North Dakota and...

With all due respect, Mr. Whitaker,

I wouldn't be running in order
to be your errand girl.

Look, I'm not asking you
to compromise your ideals.

Your opponent, Thomas Nash,

he will, but I'm gonna
pay to have your ear.

Well, I'm not too sure
I'm interested, Mr. Whitaker,

because this run,
it's not about all that.

It's about me for once. My ideas.

Things I have to say since
before I even met Richard.

Don't be coy with me, Margaret.

You've watched this game
played long enough.

You know how this works.

Thank you for letting me
bend your ear, Mr. Whitaker.

I appreciate your time.
I have to think about this.

(bell rings)

Isaiah: What are you doing here?

I mean, I know I left in a hurry

without the prerequisite
two weeks' notice,

but I seriously didn't think
I could stand one more day.

Sammy wanted me to give you this
autobiography she borrowed.

There's also your last check in there.

The US Postal Service
stop operating in Arizona?

Is that what you call gratitude?

I mean, God damn it,
Isaiah, I'm standing here

in the middle of this
fucking parking lot,

and I don't stand in the
middle of parking lots.

You know what?

Fuck this.

No, no, wait. Wait, sir.

It's just... I just...

I don't know.

Well, what's this?

It's part-time.

I have a meeting with
John McCain's office

later today, actually,

before everyone shuts
down for the holiday.

McCain?

Is that your version of a good move?

Yes, sir, it is.

He's still very relevant,

and in my mind he embraces
a brand of conservatism

that I really subscribe to.

It's very sensible.

You know that book you love so much?

There's a story that I didn't include.

It's when I was a young kid.

Really a boy.

I went riding one night on my horse.

She was my first horse. A mare.

She was beautiful.
I raised her from a colt.

We were riding down a dry creek bed

and she stumbled.

I thought she broke her leg.

I jumped off. I looked at her.

Ankle was twisted.

I wanted to save her.

So we walked back to the ranch.

She limped all the way.

I wanted to put her in the stall

and raise her up to get the
weight off that foot to help her,

but my dad heard us come in.

He came to the barn,

took one look at that ankle,

shot her.

Put her out of her misery.

I couldn't save her.

That was the first time I really knew

that I had let somebody down.

Your father.

No. Jesus! The horse!

Oh, right, yeah, of course. The horse.

- (laughing)
- Oh, Isaiah.

God, you're a thrill a minute.

Sometimes, Isaiah,
the wounds are all we are.

Don't make me yours.

You know, kid,

I didn't write the world.

Oh, fuck!

Liv? Olivia!

I'm in here.

Shit.

I didn't burn the chicken.

What? Okay, great.
Yeah, I'm proud of you.

- Are you hurt?
- No.

- What the fuck?
- I didn't burn the chicken.

Fuck the chicken! There's a
dead man in the living room!

Okay, I...

I've got to get you out of here.

I've got to make it look
like you were never here.

So you just...
you just stay there, okay?

And give me the mitts.
Give me the mitts.

- Give me the other mitt!
- Okay, I'm sorry!

You owe me so fucking big for this.

- I got the bag. Did you touch anything?
- Everything.

All right, let's go. Let's go.
Let's go. Get the chicken.

You're doing great. We got to go.

Wait. Wait, wait. His phone.

Jeremy.

I know, but sometimes our best
work never gets saved.

Thank you so much for taking
the time, Mr. Spindell.

It's all good. Apologies for
Senator McCain not being here,

but, you know, last minute shit.

Oh, yeah, of course.
I would never expect...

Well, anyway, since we've all got
lives, I'll make this quick.

The senator received a phone call from
Richard Graves about an hour ago.

Oh?

Yeah, the former president gave you
a pretty stellar recommendation.

Said that the senator
should just hire you

because he will not find someone better.

Said you're a superstar.

And then he added something about
interviews being for pussies.

I know.

Anyway, so, the job's yours
if you want it.

Okay, thank you.

I got you.

It's just you and me. I got you, okay?

Oh, boy.

Here we go.

Oh, boy. Here we go.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

Will you stay with me?

My meds are about to kick in.

Yeah, sure. You just rest, okay?

I'm gonna be right over there, okay?

Here's your bear thing.

- Okay.
- Okay.

_

_

(chuckles)

Hey, Milly. Milly.

Is Samantha gone for the night?

She quit, hon. This was her last day.

Anything besides coffee?

No, no, I'm fine. Thank you.

(music playing)

What the hell are you doing here?

Well, you forgot to sign my check, sir.

It's unsigned.

Look, I know you called Senator McCain.

And the whole time
I was in that interview,

I was just thinking is sensible

really the right fit for me anymore?

I mean, what you said
about not writing the world

and all we've been through together?

I mean, honestly, I've done more
living in the last few months...

Jesus, will you get to the point?

Just ask for your job back already.

I'd like to come back.

I mean, I know I owe
Mrs. Graves an apology,

and I understand if it's too late, sir,

but if there could be just a
little less yelling in general,

fewer attacks on my manhood,

maybe a smidgen of respect?

That's what I'm trying to teach you.

Stand up, be a man.

- Okay?
- Okay.

So, get the bill and we'll
get the hell out of here.

Yes, sir.

Very good. Hello.

I'm Thomas Nash.

You might know me as New Mexico's
number one veterinarian.

Now I want to turn my attention
to my two-legged friends.

That's you, New Mexico.

Because I know what you need...

a real conservative who will cut taxes,

rein in spending,
protect religious freedom

by pushing to defund Planned Parenthood,

and secure our border.

Do the right thing, friends,

and vote Thomas Nash for Senate.

Don't let this little guy down, okay?

(laughs)

I don't know what to tell you, Margaret.

The man saves puppies.

The man is an oil slick, Chet.

He will promise you the sun,
moon, and the stars,

and then he'll slide
right out from under you,

leaving you covered in the
muck of his terrible policies.

Now, I won't make empty promises to you

because that's not
the way I do business,

but my door will always be open if
and when you'd like to be heard.

So, you want my support?

No, darlin', I want your fucking check.

(music playing)

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Very nice, sweetheart.

Mrs. Graves, before we sit down,

I just want to apologize
for the other evening.

Darlin', we're all pivoting.

Glad you're here. Have a seat.

Yes, ma'am. Thank you.

Oh, Ramona, what a beautiful table.

Thank you, Mrs. Graves.

I think you have one
extra place setting.

Livy's not coming tonight.

Olivia?

I'm so happy you're here.

What happened to...

Oh, it didn't work out.

Well, I'm starving. Let's have a seat.

I'm glad we're all here.

And I want you to know

that I love each and every one of you.

I love you.

All right, everybody, cheers.

Cheers.

(quiet chatter)

(sighs)

Ah!

(phone ringing)

Isaiah Miller.

Hey, this is Erin York with "USA Today."

We met a little while ago at that
Chamber of Commerce reception in DC.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I remember. Hi, Erin.

We'd love to give
former President Graves

the opportunity to comment
on a story we're writing.

Okay.

Regarding the affair between
his wife Margaret Graves

and Jonathon Dalton when she
was in the White House.

What?

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