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Today's guest, Terry Hansworth, Liberal candidate for the Vancouver East Side.

Terry, welcome to the show. Well, thanks for having me, Dale.

Two days before the elections,

and the polls project you winning with 85% of the vote.

You must be feeling pretty confident.

Confident that I represent the ideas of the people, yes.

You propose cutting taxes and social programs,

not the usual platform for a liberal candidate.

People are fed up with labels like liberal and conservative.

They want somebody who's going to tell the truth about

the problems we're facing and offer real solutions.

The homeless problem in Vancouver has grown to epidemic proportions.

Some people say that your policies will only make that crisis worse.

Handouts never work. There's no dignity in receiving charity.

And government can't fix everything.

Everybody needs to take responsibility for their own lives.

That's where it starts.

I didn't know you were interested in politics.

I haven't been. Well, now.

He doesn't seem like your type, politically speaking.

Why? Because he's tough?

Morgan, I was on the street. Nothing's working. I mean,

at least he wants to try something different.

I've seen a lot of politicians come and go.

The ones that change things the most didn't change them for the better.

Don't be such a cynic.

You gotta admit, Hansworth has a way with words.

And really nice hair.

I was wondering how any candidate could get that high on the polls.

As much as I'd love to take credit, it's not me pulling the strings,

but it's someone almost as good. In fact, she's your new client.

My formula is simple.

Hard work.

A level playing field. Personal responsibility.

Rita Carlton.

Good. Do the sign-off.

And before I sign off, I'd like to challenge our viewers.

If you want a better future, join our volunteers, the Helping Hands.

We can do this.

Together.

Hell.

Isn't it lovely?

These are all my little souls.

I used to gather them myself, but by the 14th century I needed some help.

That's how I found Morgan. He was a monk back then, so he played hard to get,

but I found that with the right bait, you can catch any fish you want.

In the end, he came to work for me. He became a collective.

Then recently, he made me the most interesting proposal

he wants to seek salvation for his clients.

I decided to let him try.

For now.

Sorry, I had to take a call.

It's cool.

I'm going to Hansworth campaign headquarters to check it out.

Maybe volunteer?

Really?

Let me get the bike. I'll give you a ride.

Hey, spare change for a cigarette? It was off.

Hey, bitch!

No reason to be impolite.

You know, people like you are exactly the type of

people that Terry Hansworth is talking about.

Everything is somebody else's fault.

Can we get some more help at the volunteer desk?

You can fool some of the people all the time,

and you can fool all of the people some of the time,

but you can't fool all the people all the time unless you're a bunch of dummies.

Apparently the standards for volunteering are not that high.

Sorry. I don't care what Sheila Broderick wants.

I want the black guy. So run the staff speech.

I'll see you in a minute. I've got the text of the

speech if you need it. Perfect, perfect. Hi.

How do you do? Terry Hansberry. It's our way or the highway?

Right.

Are you volunteering for the campaign?

Terry?

Nice to meet you.

I'll be right back.

I appreciate the opportunity to talk to you about

some of the things that we're trying to do.

Don't try. Will. Will do.

Well, well.

Mr. Hansworth, Jerry Slate.

Yeah, Vancouver star. Thanks for taking the time to do the interview.

You may not thank me later. As far as I'm concerned,

anybody who signs up for politics should automatically be disqualified for the job.

I love it.

Okay, here's the deal. If I start to lie, you smack me around.

I love watching.

All right, let's see now.

Do you mind telling me what the hell you're doing in my office?

Your deal with the devil is up in 48 hours.

I'm here to offer you a chance at redemption.

Rita Carlton. Miss. Can you just hold on a sec?

Mister?

Morgan Pym.

I'm really very eager to hear what you have to say, but this is an important call.

Fred, I got the facts.

Miss Carlton, your cell phone's going to be out of range in hell.

So you may want to give me your undivided attention.

I'm gonna call you right back, Fred.

Here.

Satisfied?

Why don't you tell me why you sold your soul?

To leave a legacy.

My agenda's gonna propel this country to the next century.

An agenda you push from behind the scenes?

It's more tasteful.

Well, you can forget about your legacy. Hansworth is going to lose.

My clients never lose. Past tense, Miss Carlton.

Whatever power the devil gave you is going to fade in the next 48 hours.

Everything I accomplished, I accomplished on my own.

That deal was more like an insurance policy.

Well, the premium on your policy is due.

And if you don't want to pay,

you better put aside your politics and start thinking about your redemption.

Rita Carlton?

Yes.

Good.

I'll meet you in the usual place.

Tell me, Mr. Pham.

What do you get out of this?

The satisfaction of seeing you walk away from this two days from now.

An altruist.

Interesting.

I grew up on the prairies, Mr. Pam. That's where I learned how to hunt.

And it didn't take me long to figure out that altruism is not found in nature.

But you seem sincere.

Tell you what, I'll work with you. It's got to be a non-exclusive arrangement.

This is not negotiable.

The election is in 48 hours. I've worked too hard to step aside now.

Your soul is more important than some agenda.

Yeah, I'd really love to argue this point, but I have a very important meeting,

so if you're going to save my soul, you've got to work with me.

A little.

You're doing what you need to do to stay in the game. I like that.

I'll see you in an hour.

Rita Carlton!

You've got to be kidding.

Do you like her?

I made her from scratch. And the joke is,

when other ventriloquists hear me talking,

they sell me their souls to be just like her. So do you enjoy meeting Rita?

She's one of my favorites.

I want you to give her extra special attention.

You want me to save her soul?

Of course. She's practically doing my work for me. What do you mean?

Her agenda.

All those street people with no safety net.

They'll sell me their souls for a cardboard box.

My name's Maya, and I'm volunteering with the

Terry Hansworth campaign, and... Really?

You too?

Well, I've only called, like, five people,

but it seems like everyone's voting for him.

Thanks. We'll see you at the polls. Bye.

I don't think this is a good idea. I'm volunteering for Hansworth.

Why not?

Maya...

You're accepting things at face value without

knowing what's going on behind the scenes.

Maybe.

Or maybe you're just afraid of me getting into something you didn't think of first.

What are you talking about?

You got me my apartment. You got me the job at Tommy's. I mean,

you act like you're my Svengali or something, like I'm your little project.

I'm just trying to help.

I'm not some little bird with a broken wing.

I can make my own decisions.

Hi, my name's Mai, and I'm volunteering for the Terry Hansworth campaign.

Have you got it?

Of course.

How did you get this?

You don't need to know.

Keep your money. This one's on the house.

Oh, good turnout. People showed up. That's terrific. Hi, how are you?

Nice to see you again.

See if you can get some of those homeless guys to put posters on their tents.

Give them a buck if you have to.

You didn't show up for a meeting. If anybody needs anything from me today,

any photo opportunities, just let me know. I'd be happy to help you.

I'm sorry.

Scheduling project.

Just let me take care of this. I'm going to block out the entire afternoon for you.

I know you're trying to make him the next prime minister.

Now, how did you ever reach that conclusion?

You handle candidates all over the country, so you've got the votes.

Hansworth has the look, but you're out of time.

I give you your next member of parliament, Terry Hansworth.

I appreciate the opportunity to talk to you about

some of the things that we're trying to...

No, some of the things that we will do to address

the tragedy of homelessness in this city.

Other politicians have talked about...

Change.

But what have they achieved?

They... They haven't... Oh, my God.

We say that we want...

We want real change.

And what are we willing to do to achieve this?

It's all about personal responsibility.

Handouts never work.

There's no dignity in receiving charity. It's all about personal responsibility.

Drop it, scumbag.

You, me, everybody.

And until we do that, I mean...

Until somebody who's homeless does that, I mean,

there's nothing that the government can do for him or her or... So join me in...

And helping others help themselves. Thank you.

How could you forget that speech, that dear stump speech, for God's sake?

I don't know what happened. I know that speech. I just blanked.

This can't happen again, ever. Take him back to the office.

Get him ready for the banquet.

Yeah.

Oh, hi, Fred. What?

What do you mean that went out live? It was supposed to be tape delay.

I'm gonna... Look, it's a non-issue.

He was tired. He was up late studying for the debate,

working tirelessly for the people, blah, blah. Don't worry, I'll spin it.

I guarantee you've backed a winner, okay?

And I'm going to see you at the banquet, all right?

Ciao.

Can you believe that? Bad enough. Hansworth gets amnesia at a photo op.

I've got some wacko trying to take a piece out of him.

How the hell do I get out of here?

Told you, your luck has run out.

Oh, and you find that very satisfying, don't you?

No, I don't.

Oh, let's not pretend, Mr. Pym. You don't like me or my politics.

My only concern is the fate of your soul.

You don't think politics and religion mix? You're behind the times. How about this?

He who oppresses a poor man insults his maker,

and he who is kind to the needy honors him.

I wouldn't expect you to be quoting from the book of Proverbs.

Yeah, well, my father taught me more than just how to hunt. He taught me values.

He taught me responsibility.

And I am telling you that as long as a poor man keeps blaming everybody else,

being kind ain't going to help him.

I'm not here to debate your agenda.

I'm here because I've seen the look on people's faces

when the portal to Hell opens in front of them.

I don't want to see that look on your face, Rita.

What would you have me do?

We have to figure out whose bad luck balanced out your good luck.

Can you think of anyone whose life has gotten worse over the past 10 years?

Friends?

Enemies? Family members?

My parents are long dead, I have no other family,

and my friends I wouldn't know from my enemies.

Then maybe the answer's obvious.

It's the other candidates. The ones you beat, they never had a chance.

Maybe the amends you need to make are just as obvious.

Throw the election?

Sheila Broderick doesn't deserve to be elected dog catcher. I won't do it.

Rita, if you do nothing, the only legacy you're

going to leave behind is your corpse.

If you want to change the world,

you're going to have to try and save yourself first.

Yeah, his name's Morgan Pym. I saw him at your campaign headquarters this morning.

Pym, Morgan Pym?

Uh, no, no one by that name was on Terry's schedule. Why do you ask?

Oh, from what I know about Mr. Pym,

he's not the kind of person you'd want your candidate associated with.

Well, I don't know him.

Well, he's a good-looking guy, early 30s, leather jacket, needs a shave.

Oh, yeah, no, I did see a guy who looked like that,

but he was here to talk to Rita. Rita Carlton, Terry's campaign manager. Really?

You know, a lot of questionable people want to get close to Mr. Hansworth,

but Rita shows them the door. Okay, we run a very clean campaign, Ms. Slade.

I'm sure you do. Thanks for your time.

So, Morgan, my new aide-de-camp, suggested that

we have this meeting to... Coordinate strategy.

Are you suggesting some kind of collusion?

We just want to make sure that the election's on a level playing field.

Meaning that so far it hasn't been.

Ah, look, Roderick, we're never going to get anywhere if we can't get past your...

Rampant paranoia.

Paranoia is an irrational fear that others are out to get you.

I know you're out to get me. You have been since I entered the race.

You will do anything to win.

Is this your car?

It's electric.

Ms. Broderick, Rita tells me you've had difficulty with fundraising.

Maybe she could help you raise funds to get your message to the people.

You want me to work for her?

You could use some of your contacts.

Never. Look, I don't know if this is some new dirty trick from the

Carlton handbook or some misguided kind of charitable impulse,

but I have no interest. In turning myself into a bar of soap

to be more effectively sold in the marketplace of ideas,

what I have to say I will say during the debate, and the voters can decide. Now,

if you will excuse me, I am suing the city to make sewer improvements,

and I have to take a deposition in about 20 minutes.

Loser!

She was born a loser. She'd lose this election without any help from me.

I don't know why I thought of blaming myself for her problems.

I have done this country a favor by keeping people like her out of office,

and I deserve a medal, not a one-way ticket to hell.

Hey, Ralph, Jerry Slate.

Listen, I'm trying to get some background information on Rita Carlton,

a Terry Hansworth campaign manager, but I can't seem to find anything personal.

Did you interview her for that piece on John Abbott?

Yeah, yeah, great, great. Can you send me that?

Yeah, email me to the star.

Thanks a lot, Ralph.

Okay, yeah, bye.

I told Terry he has to get ready for the banquet, but he's ignoring me.

It's a thousand dollar a plate dinner. We need that for the media blitz tomorrow.

What the hell is he doing?

I'm not sure we should talk in front of that guy.

We have a reporter called asking questions about him.

Forget about him.

What is the problem?

One of the volunteers took him a cup of tea, and then they started talking.

It was the middle of the winter. You could have died. Harry!

Oh, hey, Rita.

You gonna introduce me to your friend?

Oh, yeah, this is, uh... Maya Kandinsky.

Pleased to meet you, Miss Kandinsky. It is Miss, isn't it?

I want you to know that we deeply appreciate your volunteering.

We appreciate everything all of you are doing, but right now, Mr.

Hansworth's got to get out there and spread the word himself. Shall we go?

Thank you for the tea.

Okay, everybody, back to the phone.

So Gabe is going to miss his field trip because

you forgot to sign the permission slip,

and then there's the check for the supplies that was due last week.

Okay, Taylor, just let me put my stuff down for a sec, all right?

You know I had a date tonight, and now I'm 20 minutes late.

I'm sorry. I had something important to work on.

Oh, it's always important. What is it this time?

I don't know. Some kind of government conspiracy.

Jerry, our government is not organized enough to have a conspiracy. I'm serious.

Just tell me that it has nothing to do with Morgan Pym.

Nothing.

I don't believe this. Look, I wasn't looking for him.

I didn't know he was going to be there. Jerry, this is crazy, okay?

You need to see someone. Morgan Pym is bad news.

I know it.

Do you even realize how you sound?

Morgan Pym is a mafia kingpin. No, wait, he's a serial killer.

No, wait, he's a space alien.

No, wait, he's a... What is he, this time?

Well, that's what I'm trying to find out.

You know what he is? He's a guy. He's just a guy.

You know how I know? Because I met him. I talked to him.

You talked to him?

When?

Last week, I went to his apartment, and we had coffee. He didn't pull out a gun.

He didn't sprout antenna.

Nothing.

He's just a guy. A cute guy, I grant you.

I think about it, and yeah, it makes sense.

But there is somebody here who is dangerous, and it's you, okay?

Your obsessions are going to get you into trouble.

I'm afraid that you're gonna get hurt.

So just stop, all right? Just stop.

Terry's numbers are dropping, and Sheila Broderick's are growing.

It was the photo op at the Tent City. After he blew the speech,

one of the networks sent a team to interview the homeless people at the park.

Some of them thought using their campus backdrop was kind of cynical.

Believe me, I'm paraphrasing.

You need a big idea, David. When it makes us look good, Broderick looks bad.

What do you want me to do?

You've got brains, Ms. Kandinsky, that's obvious.

You could do a lot more for this campaign than

just get the vote out, if you're willing.

Well, sure, I'll do whatever I can to help Terry. I mean, Mr. Hansworth.

Can I help you? Yeah, I'm looking for mine. You're the guy from the park.

Yeah.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I think I might have hurt Mr. Hansworth. Ms.

Carlton had to stop me.

Thank God she did.

You're volunteering now? Yeah. Wild, huh?

I've been living on the streets,

and I guess you get a different story out there from the truth.

Turns out, I actually agree with Mr. Hansworth on the issues.

I really owe it to one of his supporters for explaining it all to me,

even if it felt a little weird that she'd only talked to me through the dummy.

What do you think you're doing?

Just making sure things run smoothly while you see a great assault. And by the way,

I don't think you're doing a very good job so far.

You're supposed to be taking away the results

of her good luck, not improving her life.

If she doesn't suffer the consequences of her actions,

she's got no motivation to work with me.

Excuses, excuses. Have some tea.

Now, why don't you take some personal responsibility and save your client?

I've got to get my injuries oiled.

Okay, Tiger, here's the check for the school supplies,

and I'm going to ask your teacher when the next field trip is,

and I hope that I can get...

I've been looking for your favorite client all day.

How am I supposed to help her if I can't find her?

Yes, she's been a very naughty girl. Frankly,

I blame you for not keeping an eye on her. But I have to admit,

I like the way she thinks.

Breaking news from the Hansworth campaign.

The scandal broke this afternoon today when we received

a set of photos in an unmarked envelope.

The photos showed MP candidate Terry Hansworth leaving an Eastside

hotel known to police as a center of criminal activity.

With Hansworth was a woman confirmed by a source in the police

department of being arrested twice for prostitution.

Hansworth's campaign manager, Rita Carlton, had this comment on the photos.

Oh, come on, guys. Look at the timing.

This is obviously a desperate attempt by Sheila Broderick to smear Terry Hansworth's

reputation because she knows she can't win on the issues.

The Broderick campaign denies any involvement with the photos, and neither Mr.

Hansworth nor his companions.

This is how you spend what may be your second-to-last day on Earth,

trying to frame Sheila Broderick for dirty tricks.

Terry's numbers were dropping. I had to do something.

Well, these numbers are dropping, too,

and so far you've done nothing about finding your redemption.

In my imagination, are you taking this a little personally? Don't worry,

I didn't say anything about you two.

You had no right to use her that way.

She volunteered for a photo op. She wanted to help Terry any way she could.

So you told her you were going to splash her face

all over the news as an unidentified hook?

Did a little research, found out she was a woman with a past.

It was a useful angle.

How's the flash polling going?

Not good. The public doesn't care about the smear angle.

They're hung up on the moral aspect.

The moral aspect? What could be more immoral than trying to steal an election?

Bossing a hooker at the no-tell motel?

The electorate's become a bunch of prudes. Keep tracking those numbers.

You can't win.

I am not throwing a selection to Sheila Broderick.

Fine, but run with Terry Hansworth and win.

What?

Change his message. What?

Look, I've thought about something the devil said,

and I think the bad luck from your deal may be very widespread.

I think it's time your candidates started advocating

for the poor and not against them.

You may not think much of me, Mr. Pan, but I stand for something,

and I won't be judged, not by you, not by anyone.

I'm not the one who's going to judge you, Mrs. Carlton.

If you want my help, you have my number.

Maya?

He was quiet all night.

I mean, he's always quiet, but, you know,

the only time I get to touch him is when he's asleep.

I'm sorry I was so pissy last night.

He did this after he heard us talking?

Yeah, I guess he's afraid I'm gonna end up dead.

Jerry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare him.

You were just telling the truth, Taylor.

Like you always do.

Good evening. Tonight, the final debate between MP

candidates Sheila Broderick and Terry Hansworth.

All right, this is the Age of Soundbites. Mr. Hansworth.

Terry.

Terry. In 30 seconds, could you give us an overview of your

vision for handling the problems of the Vancouver East Side?

Well, as you well know, Dale...

I believe in personal responsibility.

No one ever gained anything from a handout.

I propose that we help the less fortunate, not with charity,

but by promoting the business and redevelopment of the East Side and creating

a cycle of success that will raise all boats with the rising tide.

And with that, a new generation of winners.

Thank you, Terry. Sheila, your thoughts on the issue?

I'm not interested in overviews.

I'm interested in specifics.

Jean Farali, three kids, all under six.

Her husband died in a construction accident,

but because they couldn't afford life insurance, she lost everything.

Her kids end up in foster care, and Jean ends up chronically depressed.

What is she supposed to take personal responsibility for, Terry? The accident?

Bad luck?

Wake up, Terry. Don't just stand there like an idiot. Cut her off.

Fred Deering, diagnosed with schizophrenia at 14,

institutionalized until his status was changed to outpatient,

meaning there's no room for him, so now he lives under a bridge.

How's redevelopment going to float his boat?

Angel, a runaway, 18 years old, died of a heroin overdose.

She begged for change on the street.

Her other job prospects were selling drugs or selling her body on the street.

Is she going to be one of the generation of winners, Terry?

Uh, Terry, would you like to respond?

Take control, smile, talk about compassion, lessons

learned, spin it, spin it, spin it, spin it.

He just did.

Mr. Hansworth, did you know this girl?

He knows all three.

You'd never know it from his campaign literature,

but Terry Hansworth used to be a social worker. These were some of his cases.

Oh, my God. You used to be in the trenches with these people, Terry,

and now all you want to give them is these slogans.

What happened to you?

I don't know what happened.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Freddy's under a bridge.

What have I been doing?

I'm sorry, I just need to think.

Maybe I shouldn't be here.

No, no, this is exactly where you should be.

I only got into this race because I know Terry Hansworth.

The real.

And he's the same charming, intelligent guy you want to vote for.

But he's more than that.

At least he used to be.

He used to be somebody who cared. I just wanted the chance to remind him.

Thanks for letting me.

Well, that seems to conclude a very unusual debate. Good evening.

Good night.

Meet me at my office.

You knew where the bad luck was going all along.

Winning wasn't enough. You had to pick candidates

who believed the opposite of what you believed.

Why? Punish them?

It was a surefire measure of my power against them,

and it kept them from running against my agenda.

I saw the look on Hansworth's face. You had him in hell,

campaigning against everything he cared about. I didn't come for another lecture.

I called because I need a meeting with your employer.

What?

That's right.

It's time the devil and I talked again.

Forget it. He doesn't. I accept.

Rita, you only have 30 minutes.

I'm all ears.

I have a proposal.

I think I'm worth more to you alive than dead.

Really?

The thermodynamics of hell are kind of complicated,

but we do need more souls to keep the temperature up.

There you go.

I can broker souls for you.

What?

When I take the reins of power in this country,

I'll have access to an endless stream of lobbyists,

politicians, CEOs, the worst scum on earth.

I can tell you which ones are right for the picking.

Ah, lovely, Rita. I like the way you think,

but I really don't need any help making sales.

Nope.

If I'm going to give you an extension, I want something more.

Name it.

I want you to be my campaign manager.

It's no secret I've been number two for a long time, and frankly,

it gets a little tiresome being a loyal opposition.

I think the time is right for me to move into the number one spot.

Think you can do that?

You want to be prime minister?

Don't be stupid. I'm not talking about elective office. That's for losers!

No.

If I grant you an extension,

I want all your candidates to use their influence to undermine morality.

I want them to legalize...

Everything!

I want them to suppress Christianity, Judaism, Islam, Hinduism,

and all those other sissing anthologies.

Waved away for a new era.

It'll be a ruthless world.

Survival of the fittest Rita on a global scale with the

winners on top and the losers ground up for dog food.

Come on, Rita. Don't get squeamish now. You've always been headed this way.

Why not take it to its logical conclusion?

No.

And I thought you had vision.

I don't want to die, but I can't.

I can't do that.

If he thought you'd take him up on it, he never would have offered.

You've taken the first step, Rita, now finish it.

How?

Get Terry Hansworth elected.

Let him change the world.

I need a minute. Rita.

Please, just a minute. Rita.

I need time to plan a strategy.

Everyone be patient. Terry will be out in a moment to make a statement.

Mr. Pym, congratulations.

Mr. Hansworth's numbers went way up after that so-called debate.

Sheila Broderick should be on his payroll.

Or did you already think about that? I'm not involved with the campaign.

Really? So you and Rita Carlton are just personal friends?

People have a right to know who's really running their government.

I haven't found a way to expose you, Mr. Pym,

but I sure as hell can expose Rita Carlton. What are you talking about?

Oh, skip the act.

I know her real name is Reba Carlson,

and that stuff about growing up on the farm is all crap.

I also know that Rita Carlton, scourge of the poor, grew up homeless.

And I also know about this.

What's this?

The homicide file on Rita's mother, Velma.

Homicide?

Stop playing the innocent, Mr. Pym. I know the whole story.

Unwed mother on welfare.

They were living in an abandoned building when Rita was seven years old.

She left Rita to guard her belongings, and when she came back,

Rita thought she was a stranger. She shot her and killed her with that rifle.

How did you find this?

It wasn't easy. She spent her whole life covering it up.

But I'm gonna put it all over the front page

so I can stop whatever it is you're doing.

Mr. Pimp!

Mr. Pimp!

The test of a man is to admit his errors.

And I've made a lot of them.

Whatever happens at the polls tomorrow, I want to clear some things up.

The first thing is, Maya Kandinsky is not a prostitute. She's a friend.

She came into my office and volunteered.

She said she wanted to help people. And we used her.

I apologize for that.

I hope that she'll forgive me.

Yesterday, I was telling you that things were going wrong because

people weren't taking personal responsibility for their lives.

Today...

I think that the issues are much larger and more complex than that.

You still have the rifle.

Yeah, they kept it with my mother's personal

facts till I was old enough to claim them. Ironic, huh?

You were only seven, Rita. You weren't to blame.

I know.

I wasn't to blame. It was her fault.

Your mother?

She was lazy, worthless, a drain on the system.

So you remember her?

I don't need to remember her. She was just like all the rest. A blood-sucking leech.

And that's why I'm gonna kill him.

And you can't stop me.

I hope that you'll forgive me.

A lot of the things that I've done and said

the past few months seem wrong to me now.

Maybe Maya helped open my eyes to that.

Rita.

You're right. I can't stop you.

Stop yourself.

You have to choose to let Hansworth live.

Why?

So he can coddle them? Throw money at the poor

so they don't have to take responsibility? I won't allow it!

This isn't about Hansworth!

It's about your mother.

It wasn't her fault either.

Oh, that's the liberal line. Nobody's fault. Nobody takes responsibility.

All I'm telling you, the buck stops here.

This country's handouts have created generations like my mother,

and I won't let it go on.

I won't let one more little girl end up alone with a gun in her hand. No!

I promise to help the people...

Shut up!

We have a special treat for you guys today.

Let's give them a big hand.