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Once again,
Mr. Interviewer person, sir,

I just want to
say how excited I am

for this opportunity to
join America's space program.

I'm a people person,
proficient in Word '97

and my biggest flaw
is that I'm a perfectionist.

Let's see what
we're looking at here.

(mouths)

Okay, seven years University
of Nevada, Reno.

Go, Wolf Pack.

Major: general studies?

Yes, I like to think of myself

as a jack-of-all-trades,
master of all trades.

Well, I don't see a
graduation year on here.

That's because
technically I never graduated.

What do you mean "technically"?

The same as the sentence
without technically.

All right, um, look,

you're obviously
the president's son.

No, no, no, please, sir,

do not "president's son" me.

I've been hearing
that my whole life.

He's been president
for less than a year.

I want to be an astronaut
because it's all I've

ever dreamed of
ever since I was a little boy

looking up at the
constellations.

That and also for
attracting the ladies,

if we're laying our
cards out on the table.

Astronaut?

You understand that

this interview is
for an entry-level job.

I mean, the
most you'll be doing

is answering phones,
filing, that sort of thing.

Mm, I think I'm gonna stick
with astronaut.

Test passed, right?

You got to want it.

People train for
years to become an astronaut.

I mean, you can't even enter
the space program

if don't have a college degree.

I am chastened.

Thank you for your time.

I know what I must do.

No, I cannot pass a law

eliminating the
college requirement

to become an
astronaut.

You disappoint me,
Father.

If you just applied
yourself a little bit,

you could be a
really great president.

Damn it, I can't
stay mad at you.

* Oh, whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

* Oh, whoa, oh

* Oh, whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

* Oh, whoa,
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. *

Dad, that creep wrote on your
Wikipedia page again.

But don't worry,
I'm editing it.

Alleged crimes against
humanity.

Morning.
Hey, there she is.

Who's ready to show
the Energy Independence

and Efficiency task force

what she's made of?
Ooh, I'm so excited.

Thanks, again,
I won't let you down.
Yeah.

Ah, I wouldn't have
appointed you to the committee

if I didn't think
you had what it takes.

I don't want to
overwhelm them on the first day,

so I've
limited myself to just

one binder of ideas.

There were
some tough edits.

Some days, you know, you have
to pat yourself on the back.

I got Becca on
the task force.

Got Skip that
clerking job at NASA.

You just might be onto
something there, mug.

Well, I'm off.

If you're around
the Cabinet Room later,

watch your toes because
I'm gonna be dropping some
knowledge.

Barkeep, a bowl of your
fruitiest Pebbles, please.

Aren't you
supposed to be at work?

Oh, right, the job.

Yeah, no, I passed.
You passed?

Yeah, you know, I thought to
myself, you know,

if I can never be an astronaut
then why even take the job?

What am I working toward?
Not astronaut?

That's a not
a profession.

Do you know how many strings
I had to pull--

well, just one,
I am the president...

Dad, it's not my fault I
never graduated college, okay?

How is it not your fault?

He makes a
damn good point.

Skip, there's no reason
that you can't graduate college.

What do you have
left, 15, 20 credits?

Three.
What?

I took sociology my second
senior year,

and our final assignment was to
write a 25-page paper

and then
the funniest thing happened:

I just didn't do it.

25 pages?

I can't even finish
a three-page book report.

Oh, you are not
going to enjoy college.

Skip, don't
infect the others.

25 pages is nothing.

You can do this.

I believe in you.

Skip Gilchrist,

today is the first day
of the rest of your life.

Do you really
think that's true?

How could it not be true?

You are going to
get that paper done.

You are going
to graduate college.

And you are going to
make your dreams come true.

Because the power
is in your hands.

Well, you know what?

I'm going to go
use these powerful hands

to write that damn paper.

Marshall, the
Times wants a quote

on that farm subsidies bill.

Congressman Schneider
on line two

and your
mom on line four.

Marshall, do
you have a sec?

Tell Congressman Schneider
I'll return.

Tell my mom
the farm bill will favor

family farms over agribusiness

and tell the Times I love her

and I'll see her Sunday
at Nana's.

Sort it out.

I have a meeting
I've got to get to.

I wanted to bounce
some ideas off you

before my task
force meeting.

Walk with me.

Which brings me
to my last point,

in this subsection.

Okay, Becca,
your ideas are great.

I love what
you're saying about

non-regressive
carbon offsets or whatever.

But I've got to go,
I've got meeting with Reba.

Reba Cadbury?

You've been having a
lot of meetings with her.

Can I meet her?

I don't think
that-- she's very private.

Are you guys dating?

What? No.

Why are you
being so weird?

What's going
on, Marshall?

Are you in trouble?

Have you been
online shopping again?

You're supposed to call me.

It is nothing
like that, okay?

First of all, I
can stop anytime I want.

Second of all,
you can't meet Reba.

Because she doesn't exist.

What?

I made her up.

What? Why?

Do you know what
my days are like?

I don't have a
second to myself.

I am literally 312
New Yorker magazines behind.

So, this is where I
come when I need a moment.

I can call my mother,
pay my bills.

So you made up a person?

Well, I came
across this empty office,

I slapped
a fake name on the door,

and next thing I know,

they were delivering
a computer and a phone.

Now she has an e-mail address
and a parking spot.

Government waste.

God bless it.

Sorry I showed
you up before.

What are you
talking about?

You know, how I was
able to get Skip to finish

his college paper
even though you failed

for years with your
tough love approach.
Ah.

Look, you're Mr. Yell About
Everything, and I get it.

(masculine voice):
I'm Dale,

I use old-fashioned
parenting methods.
(grunting)

Why am I Eastern
European in this thing?

But Skip doesn't
respond to that.

He needs tenderness, like a
child or an heirloom tomato.

Talk to me when he's
actually finished his paper.

Momily, Dad,
I did it, I finished.

In your face.

What did I tell you, Skip?

I knew you could finish
that paper.

My paper? No.

Medal of Honor Warfighter.

I'm feeling my face
and there's nothing in it.

The last level was so hard.

But I did it,
I finished it.

Granted, I had to use
a cheat code and change

the difficulty
level to "Coward."

This is actually progress.

He's never finished
an entire video game before.

Remember the first day

of the rest of your life?
(video game gunfire)

All that crap.
Of course, Momily,
but this is my process.

See, as I play this game,
my brain is making connections

in hopefully writing the paper.

You want to yell
at him, don't you?

No.

Do it.

Come over to
the Dale side.

He won't finish the
paper either way, but this way

just feels so much better.

(video game gunfire)

And lastly, I want
to introduce you to

the latest member of our panel,
Miss Rebecca Gilchrist.

I'm honored.

Wow.

So, you can see
that Miss Gilchrist

is not only the
president's daughter

but she is wildly intelligent.

And thank you so
much for coming.

We've got a
lot of work to do.

Thanks.

Senator Faxler, I put
together some ideas to
go over with you...

Isn't that fantastic?

You know what
I'm going to do?

I'm just going to
take this binder,

and I'm going to dive in.

Because I know that
it's going to contribute

wonderfully to the
discussion here at the panel.

And we're going to
see you next meeting.

Um, you want me to leave?

That's an option?

Can I leave?

You can stay
if you want to,

but why would you,
sweetheart?

This panel is made up of
experts and congressmen

and people who aren't
girls who were appointed

to a task force
by their father:

The President
of the United States.

Who I deeply,
deeply respect.

No, but I wa...
I was really...

Let's talk about
fracking and natural gas.

We've only got four hours.

Dad, Faxler didn't even want me
to stay for the meeting.

It's like I'm
only on the task force

because I'm your daughter.

That is why
you're on the task force.

I know you're capable,

but people are
going to be skeptical.

It's up to you
to change their minds.

But they won't
even listen to me.

Faxler's a roadblock?

What do you do
with roadblocks?

You go over them,
or around them.

Or you tunnel under them.

Yeah, yeah.

Thanks, Dad.
Yeah.

Victory is just
defeat turned inside out.

And looked at in the mirror.

Is that anything?

Should I
write that down?

No, I wouldn't bother.

Momily, thank you so much
for writing my paper for me.

I'm not
writing it for you,

Skip, I am helping you.

We tried gentle encouragement,

now we're going hands-on.

Staying very positive though.

Still very positive.

Okay, here we go.

We open on a
purple moon.

The darkness of
the Caligean night

is interrupted by flashes
of laser beam artillery.

Byoo!

Those are the guns.

Byooo.

I thought you were
writing a sociology paper.

When an iconic
movie-image hits you,

you go with it.

A beautiful princess

with soft eyes
and seven legs

addresses
her army of septipedal heroes.

Skip,
concentrate.

Now it's gone.

Thanks.
Thank you, Emily.

I'm sorry,
I don't mean to lash out at you.

It's me, it's me.

I have to write this paper.

I know I do.

But how can one write a
paper when the chandeliers

in the White House
are this damn filthy?

Yeah, when he's in
hardcore procrastination mode

he starts cleaning.

(yells, thud)

SKIP:
I'm good.

Maybe we take five.

SKIP:
But these
floors are filthy.

I may have done
something stupid.

Is this going to stress me out?

'Cause the whole idea
of this office

is kind of a peaceful oasis.

I e-mailed Faxler
a bunch of my ideas...

from Reba's
e-mail account.
What?

Well, he wouldn't
listen if I sent them as myself.

So he's going to listen to
somebody who doesn't exist?

All he has to do
is Google Reba Cadbury.

No, I thought of that.

I had Xander work up
a Wikipedia page for her.

Phone call on line one for Reba.

And pose as
her assistant.

It's Faxler.
Becca, don't
answer that phone.

What are
you doing?

Why is that hand
moving towards the receiver?

I don't like
how this is trending.

(English accent):
Hello, this is Reba.

XANDER:
Reba's British.

We figured it was the
kind of unexpected detail

that would
really help sell the lie.

BECCA:
Really? Yes.

Well, I mean...

Okay, that's very
bloody kind of you.

Adios.

He loves my ideas.

Reba's ideas.

He wants to meet Reba for lunch.

What did you tell him?

You don't say no when a senator
asks you to lunch, Marshall.

Oh, God.
Relax.

I'll show up on Monday.

I will get credit for my ideas

and Faxler will have to admit
that he was wrong about me.

Right, because senators just
love it when you dupe them

and make them look like idiots.

I didn't think
about it like that.

Trust me, Becca, this is
not how you want to be noticed.

Besides, you are jeopardizing
my fake office.

Fine, I won't show up
to the meeting

and this whole thing
will just go away.

(whistling)

Skip?

Hey, guys.

Just working on my paper.

(whistling)

NARRATOR:
The puffin species
have predominant...

Fly, puffin, fly.

How'd you get out of
writing your paper for school?

I haven't even
started my book report

and it's on the worst book ever.

Dune.

Marigold, Dune

is only one of the
most seminal sci-fi novels

of all time.

It's even
better than the movie.

And I never say that.

Yeah, it seems really boring.

How dare you.

This is an epic adventure

about empires battling
over a magical spice. Ah.

But the magical spice
is a metaphor

for our natural resources.

That's what makes
sci-fi so cool.

You think they're talking
about aliens and super-robots,

but what they're really
talking about are people

and super-robots.

That seems cool, I guess.

But I mean, who
really needs school?

Look at you. You never graduated
college, and you're doing great.

Oh, my God.

You look up to me.

I didn't say that.

I'm a role model to you.

I mean, I-I like you.

I'm your whole life,
and I'm letting you down.

This is hitting me hard.

I need to lead by example.

Marigold, I will not
let you down.

EMILY:
Okay, so you want me
to lock you

in the baby's room
and not let you out

until you finish the paper?

I have to do this.

The only thing standing
in my way is myself.

That's who
I'm fighting.

And it's time
for a cage match.

One man goes in,
one man comes out.

No distractions,
no TV, no Wi-Fi.

Just bring me breakfast,
lunch, dinner and fourth meal.

Skip, I'm really proud of you.

And it's all because
of my encouragement.
Actually, no.

I had a great interaction
with Marigold.
Yeah, yeah.

Come on, let's do this.

If anyone is looking for me,

tell them not to come in.

Just say, I'm beating myself.

I'm not gonna say that.

(lock clicking)

CHRIS MATTHEWS (on TV):
And we're back
with Senator Nathan Faxler,

head of the administration's
Energy Task Force.

Chris, thank you so much
for having me on.

MATTHEWS:
Congress has been forming

task forces and commissions

and special committees on energy

since the days of Jimmy Carter.

Why is yours gonna be
any different?

Oh, you're irascible, Chris!

We're about
to present a proposal

to reduce our dependency
on fossil fuels.

It is a lightbulb moment...
for wind power.

Great line.
That's my line!

I can't take credit
for that line.

That was actually Reba Cadbury.

(phone ringing)

This isn't blowing over, Becca.

Marshall, calm down.
It's just the fourth segment

on a cable news show.

Well, we're watching.

He really loves my ideas, huh?

Do not be happy.

You know, we get entrenched in

the same old debate
in this town.

Frankly, Reba has me looking
at things in brand-new ways.

This Reba's good.

Yeah, according to Wikipedia,
she was almost an Olympic skier.

I'm not surprised.

Why don't you write the paper?

Why don't you write
the paper?

(laughing)

(crying)

(whispering):
I brought you extra hot sauce.

*

(mobile plays lullaby)

(grunting, lullaby playing)

Skip, what are you doing?
Stop hitting yourself!

Then you hit me!
No!

Slap me.
How will that help?

It might not,
but we won't know until we try.

What the hell?!
I'm so sorry!
It was reflex!

(grunts)
I believe in you!

What's going on in there?
I'm just

helping Skip
with his term paper.

Marigold,
run for help!

Say you can do it. Say it!

I... c... can.

Did it!

Okay, so, I called Faxler as
Reba and canceled the lunch.

She was out too late drinking
last night, she overshared.

Smart. Undermine
her credibility.

Cool her off a bit.

There you are.
20 minutes ago,

something very big happened.

Something paradigm shifting.

The president's office called.

What?
Dad's office?

I know who the
president is.

Reba's got a meeting
with the big dog, half an hour.

That seems about right.

Hey, got a sec?

Excuse me.

What's up?
Oh, just wanted
to let you know

that Skip finished his paper.

(sighs)

Is this true?
Yes!

I did it!
I mean, Skip did it.

Eat it!
(laughs)

Ah. I don't know
what to say.

Well done, Skip.

And, Emily,

I owe you an apology.

Your way got it done.

I don't know why,

but I don't feel nearly
as happy as I thought I would.

I'm sure
you're just overwhelmed

by the deep feeling
of accomplishment.

No, that's not it at all.
I feel sad.

Kind of ruining
my moment here.
Emily.
Sorry.

Part of me feels like,

before, I could always point
to this unfinished paper

as the reason I wasn't
successful, but now...

now the pressure's on.

Now I have no excuses.

Skip, it's okay.

You're gonna have
to grow up at some point.

Is this what being
an adult is like?

It's awful!

Just awful!

What's the matter with him?

He graduated college.

I'm gonna help him celebrate.

Dad, do you have a minute?

Uh, now's not a great time. I've
got this meeting with Faxler

and that Reba Cadbury woman.

You may want to stick
around and meet her, because

she's got some really
great ideas.

Oh, my God, thank
you... for that invite.

Um, but it's actually what I
wanted to talk to you about.

What's up?
Well, it's about Reba.

It's kind of
a funny story, actually.

Reba's dead.

Well, it's not ha-ha funny.

Oh, my God.
What happened?

"At 1:09 p.m.
Eastern Standard Time,

"a sedan driven by Reba Cadbury
veered off the road,

into the Potomac."

The body was never recovered.

Case closed.

That's terrible.

(whispering):
What are you doing?

What you did was dumb,
but there's no reason

for your father to be
disappointed in you, as well.

I'll go break
the news to Faxler.

Is there someone I can call
to express my condolences?

Oh, well, Reba was a
very private woman, sir.

I want to go to the funeral.
Well, that's not necessary.

Marshall, I insist.
You have a very busy week.

I'll make time.
All right, sir.
She's fake.

What?
Reba doesn't exist.

I made her up so that
I could have a place

to sneak in a little
me time after lunch.

And then, Becca
started using her name

to prove herself to Faxler.

I know! It's
awful. So sad.

I'm talking
to Reba's Aunt Sally.

No, we will respect
your wishes.

The family wants

a very small private ceremony
in Liverpool,

just them.

I understand.
Uh, can I talk to her?

Oh, what?

What, Sally?
You're breaking up.

I'll call her back.
Wait.

Sally?! No!

Another horrible

accident.

Oh, how much
can one family take in a day?

He knows.
Oh, yeah, okay.

How could you do this, Becca?
What were you thinking?

I...
Yes, Becca.
What were you thinking?

Marshall.
I'll, uh, be
in my office

if you need me, sir.

(sighs)
Dad, I am really sorry.

I know that this was
a terrible thing to do!

I guess I just saw a roadblock,
and I tried to go around,

or over, or tunnel under it?

FAXLER:
Oh, my goodness.

I'm so sorry to intrude.

I just heard about Reba.

I am so sorry.
What a tragedy.

What a loss.

But on a practical note,

I think that the work of
the task force should continue.

Uh...

Senator Faxler?
Yes.

I have to admit something
to you about Reba and her ideas.

You know
what, sweetie?

Don't you dare be ashamed

about not understanding them.

I mean, they were
very complicated.
Mm.

And I applaud you

for your honesty.
Actually,

Becca worked quite closely
with Reba.

I did not know that.

Now you know that.
Mm-hmm.

And if you had looked
in that binder of hers...

I did not do that.
It was really thick.

Well, you would have seen

that a lot of Becca's ideas
were championed by Reba.

Isn't that wonderful.

Now, obviously, you are
a well-respected member

of our task force.

And you've got
big shoes to fill.

And I know
that she can do that, sir,

because if she's anything
like you...

That's enough, Faxler.

Of course.
Absolutely.

Yeah. I'm so
sorry about Reba.

But I'm not surprised,
'cause I heard

she was a big. Wow.

Oh, Becca?

Guess who got
your baby gift, huh?

Can't wait. (whoops)

(laughs)

"In recognition
of your Bachelor of Arts Degree

"in General Studies,

"with minors in Critical
Film Theory, Latin Dance,

Political Cartooning..."

How many minors did you get?

He was there seven years.
You're gonna get a few.

"...Landscape Architecture,
Math,

"and finally, Judaic Studies,

"we the University of Nevada,
Reno, proudly designate you,

Standridge Gilchrist Jr.,
a graduate in full standing."

Blah, blah, blah.

Great work, buddy.
Thanks, Dad.

It's going to be okay, Skip.

Is it? I have no idea

what I'm going to do
with the rest of my life.

Guess who got an A
on her book report!

You did?
That's amazing!

Yeah. Skip actually
helped me.
What did I do?

Well, you were so excited
about science fiction,

that I decided to give it a
try, and I really got into it.

You know what?
There's people

who take that very skill--

getting others excited
about learning--

and they turn it
into a career.

Scuba instructors?

Teachers.
Oh, right.

Yeah. What the hell

am I talking about?

Well, how do you become
a teacher?

Well, it starts by
getting a college degree.

I have one of those!

And that's
pretty much it.

That is so much easier
than astronaut!

'Cause nobody wants
to be a teacher!

That is awesome!

Friends, Dad,

I have a family
announcement to make.

I know what I want to do
with the rest of my life.

I want to be an educator
of younglings.

I'll never have to leave school,
because I'll become school.

I'll never grow up,
like the cast of Cocoon.

Adulthood...
I'll see you in hell.

SKIP:
Reba Cadbury.

I never even had
a chance to meet her.

I thought there'd be
an opportunity,

but she died before
I ever heard of her.

Does your dad like me?

You know, as in
a cabinet member?

And now, everybody's acting
like she never even existed.

Does he play any
sports I play?

Is life short?
Is life long?

See, I just know that we
would get along if we hung out.

You don't have to say
anything... but you could.

Yesterday, I was a child.

Is he a racquetball guy?

But today, I must put away
those childish things.

He's got that ranch.

I could buy him
some chaps.

Maybe that's
too intimate.

You're a good listener.

Would you tell your dad?