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Previously on "Graves"...

Just ask for your job back already.

- I'd like to come back. - And vote Thomas Nash for Senate.

This man is a disease.

Martin Treadwell, the would-be assassin

of former President Richard Graves,

has been granted a weekend furlough

in order to visit his dying mother.

Treadwell: I've been waiting a long time for this.

RPAC summit is inviting you back again this year.

They're giving you the Reagan Award, sir.

I'm gonna announce my Senate candidacy at RPAC.

There's a dead man in the living room!

- We've got to go. - Wait, wait, wait. His phone.

Isaiah: Sammy, I like you.

- We're never gonna be together. - Fuck you.

You belong here, Jeremy. Your own half-hour show.

Okay. Okay.

- Maggie. - I can't.

Woman: This is Erin York with "USA Today"

regarding the affair between Margaret Graves

and Jonathan Dalton when she was in the White House.

What?

- Have you told the president? - Isaiah: No, ma'am.

The reporter called late last night and I came straight to you this morning.

Good.

I appreciate that.

I'll tell Richard after the RPAC convention.

I don't want to worry him on his big day.

It's between he and I.

Oh, of course, ma'am.

(knocks)

What is it, Ramona?

Mr. Graves is looking for Isaiah.

All right, off you go.

Okay.

(Richard chuckles)

Let's see what I have here.

Morning, sir.

Oh, good morning, Isaiah.

Sit down.

I want to bend your ear for a minute.

I've been thinking.

The last few months for me,

well, have been kind of a delayed

mid-life crisis of sorts.

Oh, I wouldn't call it a crisis, sir.

An exploration, maybe.

You know, I need to put my estate in order,

tie up loose ends,

and make my peace with it, don't you think?

Yeah, well, that would be the conventional wisdom for someone your age,

but things have been so unconventional for so long.

Are you sure you're okay?

You know, I've got to put the past to bed

now that Margaret's really running.

There's something else I need from you.

Oh? Okay.

Write my acceptance speech.

- Really? - (laughs)

For your RPAC award?

Something the party faithful can love.

Give them classic Graves,

some of that red meat crap that made you want to be me.

I'd be honored, sir.

Today is all about Richard Graves up and down the line.

I'm outside the yearly Republican Political Action Conference,

where luminaries and political junkies from across the nation

will gather over the next three days.

The conference has come to Santa Fe

to honor New Mexico's favorite son

former President Richard Graves,

who will receive the annual Ronald Reagan Award

in recognition of his lifetime of leadership

in the Republican party,

with his wife, former First Lady Margaret Graves,

giving the night's keynote.

(blues music playing)

(door opens)

Mortuary transfer will be here in a couple hours.

Time to go.

You hear me, Treadwell?

Yes, I heard you.

It's time to go.

(theme music playing)

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(crowd cheering)

Man: President Graves!

President Graves!

I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't nervous as hell.

(laughs)

It's going to be great, Maggie.

Honey, you're gonna be fantastic.

Oh, I love seeing you like this.

- Like what? - Like my husband.

I've missed you.

(reporters shouting)

Okay.

Hi. How are you?

Nice to see you.

This is the house that Jack built, y'all

Remember this house

This was the land that he worked by hand

It was a dream of an upright man

It was the room that was filled with love

It was a love that I was proud of

This is the life, the life that he planned

On a love, the same old love

In the house that Jack built

- The house that Jack built

- Remember this house.

This Dalton affair piece now? It's really not good.

- Oh, no, do you think so? - What do you want me to say, Lawrence?

They're accusing her of having an affair with Dalton 25 years ago.

Am I supposed to stand here and pretend it's not happening?

That's what I said to my first boyfriend. It worked.

Maggie, some good news.

Just hung up with a source at "USA Today."

Got a heads up that this reporter Erin York is here

roaming the event trying to get a statement.

Tell me that's not true.

If she's here fishing, it means she doesn't have what she needs yet.

Also, my source confirmed

- that nothing's breaking for two days. - And when it does?

It will be after you announce, and we'll deny the hell out of it.

An old left-wing rumor that's been circulating for decades.

- One of many. - There you go, hon.

Now you're playing it. Dancing the dance.

Maggie, does the president know about this Dalton piece?

No. No one's gonna tell him but me.

What about Jeremy and Livy?

I'm Jeremy Graves, and it doesn't get more exciting than this.

'Cause this Saturday and every Saturday,

I'm breaking into your house

for a painful dose of the truth.

Deal with it, America.

- Man: And we're out. - (bell rings)

Unh!

I want you on our air as soon as fucking possible.

This is too much, man. I mean, I'd call it a dream come true

if I ever allowed myself to dream this big, which I never did.

To be honest with you, I kind of just saw my future

as, like, an endless succession of rehabs

and manic depression and spending my trust fund.

But the show, it's great. It's nuts, you know?

- You're nuts! - Right.

I mean, obviously near clinical,

and let's find a way to keep you in that space.

- Remember. - Yeah?

Unhappy is your brand. Misery begets ratings.

Right, but maybe we could lighten it up every once in...

So, I hear your father's gonna be at the summit, huh?

Yeah, I'm heading there right after this.

Do me a favor. Take notes.

Our first episode will write itself.

Okay.

(knocking on door)

Agents Hill and O'Leary, ma'am.

FBI Albuquerque field office.

We're looking for Jeremy Graves.

We have a couple questions for him about Arturo Del Rey.

- Fuck. - Ramona: Yes, come in, please.

- (rings) - Jacob: Hey, Livy.

- Uncle Jacob. - What's going on?

We need your help.

Hello, friend. How are you?

Okay, and, sir, you just have that lunch

with your former White House cabinet.

Did you finish the speech yet for tonight?

Uh, almost, sir. Just polishing.

Well, it better be great, Isaiah.

Because this is probably the last time I'll ever speak to this crowd,

so it's the final chapter.

The last moment in the chapter, all right?

- Okay. - All right.

- I'll catch up to you later. - Okay.

Finish the speech, young man.

(sighs)

So, you're sitting down with the Daughters of the American Revolution,

but just remember that you're a woman conservative men want to sleep with

and Republican women want to be.

- Okay. - Ah, First Lady.

- Wow. - Mr. Nash.

- So nice to see you. - Nice?

Is it really nice?

Oh, come on, announce already, will you?

Jeez, I am literally just itching out of my skin

waiting to tussle with you.

Patience, Mr. Nash.

- Margaret. - Chet.

- Y'all know Chet Whitaker. - Oh, of course.

And, by the way, I used your Southern colloquial "y'all"

since Chet here has agreed to back my primary campaign.

So, we're sort of family now.

You've really got your hands full with this one, Chet.

I think he thinks the sun comes up just to hear him crow.

Cock-a-doodle-doo.

(laughs)

- Damn it. - It's okay.

Forget about Whitaker's blood money.

Oh, yeah, sure. Let's forget about it.

That is a great attitude, Lawrence.

Well, it's better than pouting about things beyond your control.

- I am not pouting. - My God.

- Ow. - The two of you need to stop this.

Whatever the hell is going on, you need to fix it...

or find another candidate.

This better all be worth it.

(phone chimes)

Liv, hey. You should have seen my show set.

- It is so... - Shut the fuck up.

- Come here. Come here. - What?

Who are the suits?

FB fucking I.

Oh, shit. Whatever, you didn't do anything.

No, they don't want to talk to me.

They want to talk to you.

- Me? What the fuck? - Shh!

- You fucking kidding? - What the hell did you two do?

Can you tell us where you were the first of December, Mr. Graves?

Uh, the first?

Well, I was on a plane for a good portion.

I was back and forth to Los Angeles

for a business meeting.

Do you know this man?

- No. - You've never seen him before?

- Mm-mmm. - His name's Arturo Del Rey.

Drug dealer. Pretty high up the chain of a cartel out of Juarez.

Been slipping out of the country for years.

He was recently murdered.

Why don't we get to what this has to do with Jeremy?

Love that.

A hair matching Mr. Graves' paternal DNA...

dumb luck on the hit since the entire

former first family's records are on file...

was found at the apartment.

That and a partial fingerprint on a can of spray paint.

So, we can't verify it, but the coincidence...

We should also mention Del Rey was on this property not too long ago.

- (laughs) - Is something funny?

No, I'm sorry. I just realized where you're going with this.

So, you're telling me that this guy was here on the ranch

with the hundreds of other undocumented workers

who pitched a tent on our front lawn

the same day that I got back from a four-year tour in Afghanistan?

You know what? Actually, I do remember this guy.

Now that I think about it, it's all coming back to me.

Yeah, I believe we called him Latino Male 127.

Jeremy.

I assure you, Mr. Graves,

he wasn't just a number.

Del Rey was the son of Mexico's biggest drug lord, El Torron.

The guy was basically a Mexican Rockefeller.

Isaiah? Erin York, "USA Today." We met in DC.

What are you doing here?

I have nothing to say to you.

I just want a comment from your boss

on the Dalton-Margaret Graves piece.

Even a denial?

(phone rings)

Hill here.

Just now?

They got a ping on Arturo Del Rey's burner phone.

Yes, get me the warrant.

Wait, where?

(man singing in Spanish)

My God, a Mexican Rockefeller?

I mean, am I karma's bitch or what?

What are we gonna do?

Nothing. It's over. It's got to be over.

No, that is what everybody says before people who be beefing

get run up on and Glocked.

Liv, I need you to stop watching drug movies.

- I'm fucking serious. - It makes me feel close to him.

Okay, look at me. You need to pull your shit together

'cause you're about to meet my potential girlfriend at a time

in my life where for once my future isn't a black hole of shit

and I'm not drowning in uncertainty, okay?

And I can't let anything derail me.

Not this family or your dead boyfriend. Nothing.

At the very least, I deserve the illusion of hope, don't I?

- Hey, Iz. - Sammy.

You look so different.

Not in a bad way. I do not mean that in a bad way.

(chuckles) I know, crazy, right?

It's really good to see you.

Yeah, it's good to see you, too.

So what are you doing here?

The prez invited me as his personal guest.

Yeah, I guess he wanted me to hear this speech you've been writing.

- Oh, yeah. - He says it's gonna be

the best one he's ever given.

Oh, no pressure there.

It was nice to be invited.

I'm sorry, Sammy. I'm so, so sorry.

I never wanted to hurt you.

- But you did. - I know.

Believe me, I know.

I really liked you.

You were kind and so sweet,

and that's not something

I've not known too much of, you know?

And it was amazing how different you were...

until you weren't.

Anyway... (clears throat)

I'm leaving first thing in the morning.

Need a change of scenery, you know?

Oh, my God, really?

- Well... - Reporters: President Graves!

- President Graves! - President Graves!

Oh, shit. Oh, my God, the president.

- Look, I have to go. - Go.

- We'll talk later? - Yes.

- It's really good to see you. - Just go.

(music playing)

Making time

- (beeps) - Shooting lines

For people to believe in

Things you say

Ms. York, wait.

Okay, listen, Isaiah, I'm just trying to do my job.

And you know you can't stop the story...

She's a problem.

Everybody leaving

- He's clear. - Thank you.

Always singing the same old song

Then we're settled, Jonathan.

Yes, we are, Richard,

and I'm glad it all worked out.

Graves: Exactly like it was meant to.

But before I forget,

stay the fuck away from my wife.

What was that?

Looking for

An open door

Never taking chances

Thanks.

Isaiah.

Jonathan Dalton is going to put up the money

that'll run Maggie through the primaries.

Okay, but, sir, Jonathan Dalton and Mrs. Graves,

there's gonna be a news story, sir.

Isaiah, I've known about the affair forever.

We put it to bed a long time ago.

What about the article?

If an article comes out, you deny it.

You think you can do that?

Okay.

Now, come on, I want to hear that speech.

Right now? Like, out loud?

Yes, out loud, so I can digest what I have to say.

Richard: All right, kid, let's hear it.

(microphone whines)

Ladies and gentlemen, it's an honor to be here.

Henry David Thoreau wrote

"We are constantly invited to be who we are."

Well, I was invited

and I accepted.

But it's not whether or not you show up that's important,

it's what you bring to the party.

For many years since I was president,

there's been a lot of talk about what I brought.

Most of it not very flattering.

And that'll really sting an old man

looking back at his legacy.

But you know what? That's okay.

It was on the invitation

and I accepted.

You see, recently I had a profound epiphany of sorts.

I woke up to the realization

that I was

too close to the end to not start living.

That if I...

we are to be mindful of our today,

then we are duty-bound to look at our yesterday.

For while it may define who we have become,

the beauty of being alive

is the opportunity to rewrite our story

with every single breath.

And my story

is far from finished.

There are still wrongs to be made right.

So I'm not gonna put my past to bed

or settle my estate.

I refuse to get into the backseat of my life

or fade away.

There's more to do.

Good I could bring to the world.

Light I could shine into the darker recess of our lives.

Value to being alive and having a voice.

My journey, my mission,

has just begun.

Because, ladies and gentlemen,

I was invited.

And I accepted.

Thank you.

- Jeremy. - Hey.

- Holy shit. Hi. - Hi.

Um.

Your family things are very different than mine.

Thanks for coming.

It's the furthest I've come for a second date,

so it better be worth it.

Oh, yeah, sorry. Liv, this is Tasha.

Tasha, this is my sister Olivia.

Hi, it's so nice to meet you.

So, your daddy kills people with produce.

- God damn it. - Sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm just no-filter space right now.

Besides, baby brother tells me everything.

It's a long established pattern

of sibling oversharing that really works for us.

- Interesting. - It isn't.

That.

I really like that.

Good job. You can keep fucking her.

Thanks. Hi.

- Good to see me? - You have no idea.

Man on P.A.: Please make your way to the main ballroom.

How are you? Hi. Good to see you.

Uh, here is President Graves' speech.

Here you go.

Oh, Erin, by the way,

do what you want with the affair story.

Really, it's an old rumor anyway.

- It'll never stick. - Affair?

That's just the tip of the iceberg for Margaret Graves.

It's the result of the affair that we're interested in.

Result?

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome

former First Lady Margaret Graves.

(cheers and applause)

Nothing?

Okay, fight the man, Maggie.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

What a treat this is.

Today I get to stand on this stage

and talk about my favorite person.

My partner, my heart,

the other half of me.

He also happens to be your former president,

my husband Richard Graves.

Margaret: One thing you must know,

what I am most proud of is that Richard Graves

didn't change for Washington.

He demanded that Washington change for him.

Richard always stood up no matter what.

He stood up for what he believed and never wavered.

When you spend your life making the tough decisions

that no one, and I mean no one,

wants to make, you become an easy target.

My husband is my hero

because he demands that I stand up, too.

My husband, your former president,

granted me the gift of sharing his moment

to let you know here and now

that I, Margaret Graves,

am declaring my candidacy for the United States Senate

to represent the great state of New Mexico

in our nation's capital!

Okay, now, y'all stay on your feet

and help me get 'em out here...

my lights, Olivia and Jeremy!

And the 2016 Ronald Reagan

Lifetime Achievement Award recipient,

my very own cowboy, Richard Graves!

(music playing)

Trouble

Oh, trouble, set me free

I have seen your face

And it's too much, too much for me

Trouble

Oh, trouble, can't you see?

You're eating my heart away

And there's nothing much left of me

I've drunk your wine

You have made your world mine

So won't you be fair?

So won't you be fair?

I don't want no more of you

So won't you be kind to me?

Just let me go

It will all be over now.

I'll have to go there

(gunshot)

(crowd screaming)

Isaiah! Oh, God! Call an ambulance!

Isaiah!

I've seen your eyes

And I can see death's disguise

Hanging on me

Hanging on me

I'm beat, I'm torn

Shattered and tossed and worn

Too shocking to see

Too shocking to see

Trouble

Oh, trouble, move from me

I have paid my debt

Now, won't you leave me in my misery?

Trouble

Oh, trouble please be kind

I don't want no fight

And I haven't got a lot of time

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