All language subtitles for Graves s01e04 That Not Speak.eng

Margaret: Previously on "Graves"...

Mr. President, I'm gonna have
to ask you to go back to the house.

- Hey! Hey! Hey!
- Everybody back!

Jesus!

God damn it, I did not
want this to happen.

I've become unshackled.

My new guiding principle
is total spontaneity.

- Car. Car!
- (horn honks)

It's just this family.
They are so dysfunctional.

- To nipples.
- All: To nipples.

Without 'em, tits wouldn't have a point.

- (laughing)
- Margaret: Jeremy is coming home today.

I don't know what I'm doing, Dad.

I'm just happy you're home.

Help Ramona feed those needy people.

(moaning)

This is for you.

I will!

We need you to run against Nash.

Richard, they asked me
to run for the Senate.

(opera playing)

(chanting)

Homophobia has got to go.

Hey, hey, ho, ho.
Homophobia has got to go.

You have to go. You're going.

It's a wedding, darling.
You love weddings.

They don't want me there, Maggie.

Lawrence has been writing
your speeches for years.

He's family. You are going with me.

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

I'm the anti-gay anti-Christ
to those people.

My God, every demographic
that isn't a white male over 50

has protested you at some point.

You're doing this for me
because it's important to your wife

who you love and adore
and support, dear.

If I don't want to walk in front
of a gay liberated firing squad

that's got an ax to grind,
I shouldn't have to.

Oh, Lord.

Oh.

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Summer: Ma'am, we just got
a call from "Good Day Santa Fe."

- Another appearance request for Jeremy.
- Oh.

It'd be a sit-down with him
for their local Sunday show.

The First Family son back
from the war kind of thing.

It's good to get the Graves family
back out there in a positive way.

Counter what the tabloids
are doing to Olivia

and Richard's recent escapades.

Ah, enough said.

Hey!

God, would some underwear
be too much to ask for?

- We're not primates.
- Yeah, we are, Mom.

Oh, sweetheart, before I go,
I wanted to tell you

that "Good Day Santa Fe" called.

- They want to do an interview with you.
- Pass.

You know what's so funny
is that the media has always loved you.

Even as a boy. Do you remember
sitting on Dan Rather's lap

at Daddy's White House Christmas
chat with the nation?

I was on that man's lap
for way too long.

I don't want you to feel pressured
if it's too much too soon.

- Thank you.
- But I know you're going to be great.

Wait, what?

The president and I are going
to Palm Springs

for Lawrence Mills' wedding.

Yes, ma'am. Ramona's packing
his tux as we speak.

- And Richard?
- Watching her.

Muttering obscenities under his breath.

Something about they're gonna
hang him from a disco ball.

- Not sure.
- All right, you're gonna stay here.

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

I've confirmed all
the questions with the show.

You need to help him prepare.

Rehearse him. He has focus issues.

Make sure he gets there early.

Of course. Whatever I can do to help.

(sighs)

(phone rings)

Stop calling me, William.

-
How can I get your love...

Liv? Hey, babe, it's me.

I'm in Albuquerque
on my way to LA for business

and, well, I stopped here on purpose
because I need to see you.

So come here to Albuquerque.

I'm staying at the Hyatt, room 542.

Please. I love you, Liv. I really do.

I'm so glad you decided to come.

It's a new me, babe. Facing my victims.

It's going to be like
the Nuremberg trials.

(laughs) Not true.

Lots of familiar faces.
Friends from Washington.

Well, good networking for you, dear.

Okay, if this foul mood
of yours as of late

is because I've been asked
to run for the Senate,

I'm just still exploring it, honey.

I could do a lot of good.
I could help people.

Maggie,

it could lead right back
to 1600 Pennsylvania.

The things I did in those rooms,

that I allowed, the decisions I made...

I don't know.

Jesus, Maggie, I can't breathe.

Honey, take it easy.

Honey, look at me.

It's just the Senate.

And if I decide to run,

it would mean a lot to know
that you were on board.

You know, I've seen so many

of my dad's body men come and go,

and I hate to break it to you, man,

but there's just no way
you're gonna last.

No, I will. I believe in him.

Come on, still?

Yeah, more so.

President Graves fought
for American idealism.

The power of the individual.

Oh, you're one of those.

Your father believed in people.

That they had the strength
of mind and character

to be able to find
their own life, liberty,

and the pursuit of happiness.

And it worked until it didn't.

Shut up. I'm getting fucking
Bell's palsy just listening to you.

Yeah, I'm sorry. I tend to run
away with myself on the subject.

No shit.

Okay, so going over these for the morning
show...

No, no, fuck that. Let's talk
about the party I'm throwing tonight.

No, no, no, no, no. No party.
Not tonight. No, we have to...

Look, I haven't seen
any of my friends in years, okay?

I just... I need something
to reconnect with.

Besides, the invites have already
gone out. And you're going to help.

What? No, no. I really...
I really shouldn't.

- Isaiah.
- Hi.

- Hey.
- Holy shit! How hot are you?

I'm sorry, that was rude.

- That is so weird.
- Excuse me, Jeremy Graves.

Yeah, I know who you are, Top Gun.

I actually have to clock in
'cause I'm late again,

but we should catch up later, Iz.

- Yeah, sure.
- Okay. Sorry.

Iz?

If you go find me a glass
of champagne, I'll find Lawrence.

- Sure.
- If you're comfortable.

Oh, I'm fine.

All right. Look how beautiful.

Excuse me.

- Mr. President.
- Good to meet you.

Whiskey neat and a champagne.

(exhales)

Mr. President.

Oh, how's it hanging, Barney?

Or is it at constant attention

at these type of things?

Good to see you're still the piece
of shit I know and hate.

President Graves. Congressman.

(music playing)

(knocking)

You came.

I am so happy for both of you.

We couldn't be happier that you're
here, Maggie. So where's the boss man?

Probably somewhere trying to make
sure he doesn't get any gay on him.

- Alan!
- He's fetching me a drink.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I'm going to mingle.

All right, babe. So, tell me.

Is the rumor true? You gonna make a run?

Oh, my God, I need them to be true.

That Nash motherfucker
is climbing in the polls.

We're still just considering it.

But if I do decide to go forward,
I would need you on my team, Lawrence.

Press secretary, speechwriter.

Help me land on a message.

I can't even imagine
doing this without you.

Well, I'm flattered, Margaret,

but...

- Mags, here you are.
- Oh, thank you, darling.

Some hell of a night
you're putting on here, pal.

Well, I never thought it could happen.

No, it's so much more
than just a wedding.

You know, it still feels like we're
taking some kind of stand.

Fighting the system.

(snorts)

Anyway, it means a lot
that you're here, sir.

And I'll see you inside in a bit, okay?

Are you okay, honey?

Oh, yeah. I'm... yeah.

I just...

I'm fine.

I... I... I'm going this way.

Itching.

(moaning)

(gasping)

This is so strange, you know?

But I like seeing you here in my bed.

I like it here, too.

There's a definite... smell.

I don't know.

It's unlike anything I've ever
experienced before.

It smells... I don't know.

- Poor?
- Yes!

Babe, you don't get it.

I like the smell of poverty.

It's different. It's the opposite.

It's the 99%.

I'm just so used to being
controlled, you know?

Worried about how I'm being perceived.

Scared shitless
that I'm not gonna live up

to some fairy tale of my family.

A fairy tale I didn't
even fucking write.

This... this...

I'm writing this.

(door opens)

(sighs)

A girl's got to pee.

(groans)

If you do run, Maggie,
and I hope that you do,

I can't come along for the ride.

I'm so sorry,

but everything has been
about career for so long.

And Alan wants me in DC.

He's in line for head
of oncology at Inova.

And I have an offer
that I'm going to accept

that's gonna keep me in town.

We're talking about adopting.

I mean, can you imagine me a dad?

The best.

Tell me you understand.

I just feel a little alone
with this decision

and I wanted to know
I would have a familiar face

if I do go through with it, you know?

Anyway, I'm so happy for you.

(music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

- This is actually very nice.
- Nice?

Yeah, everyone seems to be
enjoying themselves.

It's a very convivial atmosphere.

Let me tell you something, okay?

Every single one of these
people showed up on time.

None of them have even touched the keg

that you nearly died getting
into the back of my truck.

I don't get it.

That brunette over there who used
to be a fucking baller, by the way,

she brought a bottle of Prosecco
and called it "champs"

and then asked if I could hook her up

with a Chelsea Clinton interview
for her fucking blog.

Chel... can you?

That girl over there
used to give a hand job

that was indisputable proof
that Jesus was a white man.

She brought hummus and pita chips

and can only do a stop-by because they're
expecting their fourth any day now.

Who the fuck are these people?

There's at least three guys
here I'd consider catfishing.

Oh, thank God she came.

Sam? What is Sammy doing here?

- I invited her.
- What? When? Why?

You know he's gonna bang
your girlfriend, right?

- What? No, she's not my girlfriend.
- (phone rings)

- What are you talking about?
- This is Summer.

Summer?

Where the hell have you been?

Bathroom. I don't want to talk about it.

Oh, what's the matter?
Are you all right?

I just... I asked Lawrence if I did run

if he would help me
and he said he can't.

Which is okay.

Lawrence and I met
through mutual friends

and I have wanted to marry this man

from the moment I laid eyes on him.

It's taken some time to get here.

We've overcome so much. So
many obstacles have been put in our way.

Men and laws trying
to prevent this union.

Mountains we've had to climb over.

Okay, easy, fella.

Anyway, I am not the speechwriting
half of this power couple,

so I thought I'd do it a different way.

- Maestro.
- (piano playing)

Thank you. Yeah.

Congratulations, fellas.

Okay.

-
Ooh...

- Fuck me.
-
Looks like we made it.

If I'm being honest with myself...

that's one of my forever goals...

it was never gonna work out with William.
You know what I mean?

I mean, sometimes I feel like

I'm wearing a suicide vest of emotions.

You know what I mean?
Not like... not like I'm suicidal.

I mean, okay, once in high school.

That was like a pact. Everyone bailed.

I just mean, like, an emotional
vest itself, you know?

It's just like on me all the time.

And then, boom, insecurity is over here,

resentment over here, mommy issues
just like all over the fucking place.

You know? Fuck.

My therapist says I process
out loud too much.

William used to say
I could never shut up.

- Am I being so annoying?
- No.

You're complicated.

(chuckles)

And you, Olivia, are
perfectamente complicada.

Perfectly complicated.

Mr. President.

President Graves, I would love it

if you would join us boys for a drink.

He would be honored.

(sighs)

- Just go to the bar.
- All right.

(phone chimes)

Hey, Summer.

Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but I have
Jonathan Dalton on the line.

The Jonathan Dalton.

Could you ask him if he could call back

on my cell phone in about 30 minutes?

Yes, ma'am.

I think GI Jane's
enjoying his bar mitzvah.

My job depends on getting
him to do something

he has flat out refused to do

and I have no idea
how to change his mind.

You know, in his biography
President Graves says

you have to be able to reach your peers,

people your age, since they're
your future constituency.

Well, soldier boy seems about your age

and I'd say he's peer adjacent,
so find a way to reach him.

You make that sound so easy.

Well, shouldn't it be?

You mind?

The more the merrier.

Everyone's leaving. Thank God.

Rounds in the morning.
I have to relieve the sitter.

I'm gonna turn into a pumpkin.

Blah, blah, blah. Bye, guys.

Hey, drive safe, okay?

You're staying, right?
Please tell me you're staying.

I could use some company.

And by company I mean pity sex.

Oh, my God. Okay.

So I know that you just got
back from serving our country,

- so respect.
- Thank you.

And maybe you're just
not hearing yourself,

but you kind of sound like a douchebag.

That guy's got rounds?
That means that someone is sick

and he's going to make them feel better.

That chick's got to relieve the sitter?

That means there's kids at home
missing their mom and dad

and they put all that
on hold to come here

and say, "Welcome home.
Real glad you didn't die out there."

Now I get it. The struggle is real.

But people grow up. It's what happens.

Also, he's super smart
and just trying to do his job,

so stop being a pain in the ass
and just listen to him.

By the way,

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

Yeah, sure. I'd love to hang.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Peace, y'all.
- Peace.

Oh, and tell the president
next time we're drinking,

I pick the bar.

Dad knows her? (chuckles)

Dad knows her?

(music playing)

Hey, ho, hey, ho.

Homophobia has got to go.

(groans)

Tell me the truth, Graves.

Why do you give two shits
if two men get married?

Easy, honey. Come on.

At my age, any shit's a victory.

You don't have any idea
what your policies did, do you?

Okay, you know what?
I think we've reached...

Relax. I'm fine.

We're just two grown men
having a conversation.

Isn't that right, Mr. President?

- Lunatic.
- Alan, Jesus.

You want to know what chaps my ass?

Is giving a history lesson

to a bunch of self-righteous gay men

who don't know how good they've had it.

I may be a dinosaur on this subject,

but I believe what I believe.

And it's in my DNA, good or bad.

It just doesn't sit well with me.

And no one knows my position

better than you, Lawrence.

You wrote half my speeches and sold it.

That was work.

This is my life.

Oh, horseshit.

I have sex with men, Mr. President.

Yeah.

Penetrative, anal sex.

Oh, Jesus, Lawrence.

You can't even hear the words, can you?

I hear it and then I see it in my head

and it just fucks me up.

Well, guess what? The closet
door has swung wide open

and put a ding in the driver's side
of your shiny legacy

that I helped write.

God knows, sir, it's given me
hundreds of sleepless nights.

Who cares what I think anymore, huh?

You fellas had a free pass
to two institutions

that make most men wet the bed...

marriage and the military.

And you morons fought to get them both.

So marry each other.

I don't give a rat's ass.
Welcome to the shit, boys.

Hallelujah.

(mumbles)

Mr. President. Mr. President.

(chimes)

- Jonathan.
- Margaret.

How are you?

I'm well. I'm good.

And Richard? All good, I hope.

Richard's Richard.

So, look, I wanted to ask
if you would give the keynote

at my annual Red Cross
fundraiser next week.

And I heard through the grapevine

that you've been approached to run.

Reclaim the compassion in conservatism.

Well, nothing's been decided yet.
It's just talk.

If you're serious about making
a go at senator, I want in.

That shouldn't be a surprise to you.

Well, we'll see. It's a lot.

Oh, come on now.
Don't go soft on me, Mags.

That's not the girl I know.

(sighs)

You are so beautiful.

Good night, Jonathan.

You had a panic attack.

It felt like a heart attack.

Well, it wasn't, but we can run you over

to Desert Regional
for an EKG if you want.

No, no, no, no, no.

It was very stressful
for you being here.

It gave me the hives.

Symptomatic of stress.

We were a little harsh on you.

Pent up, you know?

8,000 years of repression
give or take a century.

Lawrence, the things you wrote for me

and for other politicians like me,

the compromises you made,

I can imagine how that feels.

I understand what you
have to give of yourself

in order to win, get ahead.

I know that now.

The regret.

Maggie isn't like me.

Not in this issue or any other.

And in all those years
at the White House, she never was.

So if she decides to run,

she needs the best
to stand right beside her.

And I don't know anyone better than you.

You don't have to do that, man.

It's not part of the job description.

Oh, no, I don't mind.

Why do you do that?

I used to dream of escaping this place.

But whatever happened,

whatever I did, wherever I go,

I just...

I always end up... (clicks tongue)

right back here. (chuckles)

Just a different perspective here,

you end up exactly where
you're supposed to be.

You are talking to someone
who followed your rise

through the Scouts religiously.

No, my elementary school
was littered with those posters.

One thing I know
is that people like you.

You know, I'd watch the Graves White
House Christmas specials every year.

Oh, my God.

No, and Dan Rather's
little interview with you

at the end was the best
part of the whole thing.

And not just because you were
this cute, little, smiling kid,

but because you always
said something funny

and weirdly insightful.

You know, you have this
interview tomorrow...

- (groans)
- ...and from what I've seen

since you're been home, really,
and maybe I'm way off base,

but I get the feeling

that you got plenty to say.

So?

By the way, I was never a Scout.

(scoffs) They paid me like half a mil

to wear that stupid uniform
and pose for the poster.

The photographer got me high
and introduced me to porn.

(sighs)

Make it stop.

Graves, you let the bad guys get
guns with that NRA bullshit.

You were just a reckless cowboy.

You loved me, Barney. You know it.

Oh, my goodness. One gay wedding
and you're hitting on Barney Frank.

- We live to dance another day.
- All right.

Man: Hey, some people
trying to sleep up here!

Men nonsexually hot tubbing down here.

- (men laugh)
- Shut your goddamn mouth.

(men laughing)

I'll be back in an hour

to cook you the petit
d?jeuner of your dreams.

That means breakfast.

So glad we found each other, Olivia.

Mi pajarito.

(sighs)

- (knocks)
- Bitch is nuts, ese.

Okay, just don't get rattled
no matter what they ask.

We've gone through all the preapproved
questions, right?

But if you feel unsafe, just try
to steer them in a different direction.

And don't forget to breathe.

I got this. Here.

Yeah, no. I got this.

- Lawrence just called.
- And?

And he said he had
a sudden change of heart

and that if I did decide
to run, he's on board.

Well, he's a good man.

(music playing)

It has been such fun, Jeremy,
having you here in the studio.

And I bet you missed
the Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta

being in Afghanistan, am I right?

One of the many reasons
I'm glad to be home.

Before we let you go, let's talk
about your father.

Yeah, what about him?

He's been a little erratic
lately, don't you think?

Excuse me?

People just want to know
what's going on, Jeremy.

- What's the truth?
- Okay.

Well, let's forget for a second
that you're talking about my father.

What's actually going on here

is that you two fake mannequin people

aren't smart enough to ask
an honest question

without gas-lighting your audience

with a bunch of
sensationalistic bullshit.

An audience that has literally stopped

being able to discern
truth from fiction.

So truth?

You could ask me about cancer research.

You could ask me about immigration.
But you didn't, did you?

Because then we'd be
talking about the issue.

But, hey, just keep whacking
that old Graves pi?ata

that you guys have
been hanging for the last 30 years, okay?

Just know if you ever do it again

in front of me,

I'm gonna come over there

and beat the fucking truth into you.

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