All language subtitles for Graves s01e10 Not Giants But Windmills.eng

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.

-
The house that Jack built

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)

- (beeps)
-
Shooting lines

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.

- He's clear.
- Thank you.

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?

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)

It will all be over now.

(gunshot)

(crowd screaming)

Isaiah! Oh, God!
Call an ambulance!

Isaiah!

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