O, say can you see, Lovers of Liberty.
By dawn's early light, a political cat fight.
With nary an end in sight.
Olivia: As the audience here in L.A.
as well as the rest of the country could see,
Senator Grant was the clear winner of the debate.
You witnessed a desperate woman up there, lashing out,
knowing all the momentum is now with Susan.
Sally: Three debates in,
and with billionaire Hollis Doyle
polling a distant third, Mellie Grant and Susan Ross
continue to battle for the soul of the Republican party.
We'll take this new momentum
through the rest of the states...
And leave Mellie Grant in the dust...
all the way to the convention.
Till Susan Ross is on that stage at the convention.
Two women who began as friends and allies
now going at each other tooth and nail.
Because the people are with Mellie.
Because we have the best candidate
and we know how to win.
Do you think you'll be able to secure
Governor Baker's endorsement over Vice President Ross?
Are you concerned about Senator Grant's lead in Florida?
Tomorrow, they're heading to the Sunshine State, Florida,
where it's winner take all.
99 precious delegates at stake...
Snag those and you've suddenly got a commanding lead.
As for the loser, well, now, you know me,
Lovers of Liberty, I'd just as soon be shot
in the face with a cannon on my birthday
than be tagged as some kind of a...
feminist.
However, I will admit that it's hard to watch
two smart, talented women tear each other apart like this,
and equally hard to look away.
[Elevator bell dings]
Who will emerge the victor?
Too close to call.
All I can say is may the best woman win.
[Camera shutter clicking]
- Synced and corrected by martythecrazy - - www.addic7ed.com -
You get a chance to pick up that dry cleaning?
Uh, bottom row. All the way to the left.
Found it.
How late do you think you'll be?
Wish I knew.
[Cellphone vibrates]
Uh, I made some chicken earlier.
I'll... I'll leave it in the fridge for you.
Oh, no you will not.
I'm taking it with me back to the office.
No way I'm gonna pass that up.
You sleep tight tonight, okay?
Okay? Okay?
[Chuckles]
If I'm gonna be later than midnight, I'll call.
Sounds good.
[Cellphone vibrates]
[Sighs]
You need to stop calling me.
Alex: And I will, as soon as you start helping me.
That's not gonna happen.
Look, I told you. I don't want any part in this.
How can you not want to get even with the bastard?
- He's cheating on you. - You don't know that.
All you have are a few grainy pictures.
They don't mean anything.
He had something to do with that shooting in Harrisburg,
the one where a bunch of innocent people
lost their lives.
Get me what I asked you for.
It's the right thing to do.
Do not contact me again.
[Cellphone beeps]
[Camera shutter clicking]
Rise and shine, everybody. We've got a big day ahead.
You're exhausted, I know,
but you'll get a day off when you're president.
Come on, Susan. Get out of bed.
I saw a pack of cards in the gift shop.
Want to play some gin rummy on the plane today?
We could have a tournament.
- God. Card games? - That's the best you could do?
I'm not a shrink.
If you want to make her happy,
maybe you shouldn't lock her, every night,
in a hotel room with a man she hates.
For the sake of the campaign, we need to keep up appearances.
What about my sake? I'm operating on no sleep here.
Maybe if you'd get her to let me sleep on the sofa,
I'd be more helpful.
Dogs aren't allowed on the furniture.
What's on the docket today?
Marcus: Louise Baker... Two-term governor of Florida.
Don't let the resort wear fool you.
Governor Baker has the state of Florida on lock-down.
There isn't a single judge, mayor, state senator,
most importantly, delegate in the entire state
that doesn't owe her a favor.
If Baker says "Vote Susan"...
They all fall in line.
Olivia: It's a bake-off.
Mellie, Susan Ross, and Hollis Doyle
are all invited to the dinner.
So the governor wants a contest.
The minute that dinner's over,
she's going to hand one of you the state of Florida.
I hate that bitch.
You don't have to like her, you just have to win.
And to win, you have to bow down,
because in this situation...
Baker's got all the power.
You need to get down on your knees
and kiss that big ass cocktail ring of hers.
Ask her advice, beg her council, and...
Let her hold court.
Listen. Don't sell, don't push.
Drink with her. She likes a good gin and tonic.
Well, hold on. Susan can't drink gin.
What?
You told me it makes you mean.
Being cheated on makes me mean.
Drink whatever you want. Just, please, whatever you do...
You cannot show up late.
Yeah, Baker hates that.
She's a real stickler about time.
Okay. Okay. Drink gin, suck up, be on time.
I get it.
Mellie, let me be very clear. You blow this dinner...
And let Mellie win the governor's endorsement...
and let Susan win the governor's endorsement,
then Susan wins Florida
and you suspend your campaign come Wednesday morning.
As in permanently suspend, as in we're over. It's done.
- Got it. - Do you?
Yes.
Okay, then. Call the plane.
Tell them we're on our way.
Let's get wheels up to Florida.
As soon as we land in Miami, we're moving.
We have to get Mellie to four different campaign offices
for meet-and-greet thank-yous.
Then she has dinner with Governor Baker
and the local late night show...
Five separate wardrobe changes.
It's a packed schedule, so no room for error.
♪♪
[Elevator bell dings]
She can take the stairs.
[Mouths words]
[Camera shutters clicking]
Reporter: Mr. President, over here!
Care to comment on the...
[Indistinct conversations]
Beautiful day for a flight, Captain McKinney.
McKinney: Yes, sir.
Abby?
I have to make a quick phone call.
You go ahead and get on the plane, Mr. President.
So that's it?
We're definitely locked and loaded?
No other planes can land or take off?
Yes, ma'am. That is correct.
The Vice President's plane
has already left for Florida, correct?
Why are we just sitting here?
I don't know.
We were supposed to leave 15 minutes ago.
Captain Randall, we're on a tight schedule
once we land in Florida.
I understand, ma'am,
but we can't leave until Air Force One departs.
It's protocol.
Yes, I know how it works. What's the hold up?
Captain McKinney's reporting a mechanical issue.
What kind of issue?
It's an internal problem.
Exactly how long do you think it's going to be
before the president's plane takes off?
I don't know. I'm not a mechanic.
Probably gonna be a while.
You and Mellie will just have to go to Florida tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
So Mellie misses tonight's dinner with Governor Baker.
How convenient for Susan.
Abby, just let the senator's plane leave.
We can be out of here in 10 minutes.
I'd love to, but the rules say I can't.
Rules say you only need to halt other airplane traffic
when Air Force One is in transit,
and as you can see, Air Force One is not in transit.
True. It's not in transit now,
but it might be in transit any minute.
Abby you cannot do this.
I can do anything I need
to guarantee the safety of the president.
And if that means you have to sit there for a week
until I tell you to move, that is what will happen.
So, latest polls show
you're neck and neck with Senator Davis on experience.
Got a little edge over him on likability,
but that's still within the margin of error.
Overall, the problem I'm seeing is that the voters
would be happy with either of you.
I think we need a wedge issue, something like equal pay,
something to drive a wedge between Davis
and his coalition...
The problem is you share the same views
on most of those issues.
What Edison Davis doesn't have is kids.
We can use that. There's your wedge issue.
So, what, we pull the kids out of school
and put them on the trail?
Anna.
My daughter, Anna, has cancer, Cyrus.
She's five. I don't talk about it with anyone.
No, no. Just hear me out.
The situation with Anna's cancer and your secret visits...
It's gonna come out.
Eventually some enterprising reporter...
Let's find another way.
Why? It's the truth.
It's also manipulative,
and it's distasteful, and it crosses a line.
Oh, right. Well, you're the expert on that.
I'm late for the rally.
Find another wedge issue, gentlemen.
Oh, okay, There's a United flight leaving from Ontario,
connects through Denver to Miami...
Oh, but it still doesn't get Mellie to the dinner
- until 10:15 tonight. - 10:15?!
Can't we just get the governor to hold off making a decision?
Have a breakfast meeting with her.
She's already said publicly
that she's making her decision tonight.
She won't push.
Susan's gonna be all over Baker,
charming her with some hokey story
about how she used to go [Southern accent] gator hunting
in the Everglades with her paw paw every Christmas.
Mellie.
How did you do that?
Seriously, what's the play?
It's not like we can shove Air Force One off the runway.
No, but we can shame them off.
Rumors are swirling at this hour,
as Mellie Grant's plane remains grounded
behind the out-of-commission Air Force One.
A source close to Senator Grant
speaking on condition of anonymity
claims the mechanical issues plaguing Air Force One
are bogus...
An invention designed
to keep the senator away from Florida...
What the hell is going on?
We are actually having mechanical difficulties, right?
That's why I've been sitting on a tarmac for an hour and a half?
Abby. Say something.
Mechanical difficulties are real.
Can you prove that? We can't publish technical documents
without compromising the president's safety.
Abby. This is unethical.
This isn't just unethical. It's criminal.
It's a criminal act. You can't just lie to the FAA.
We take off now, we're all but admitting that we broke the law.
There would be an investigation, hearings,
Susan would take a huge hit.
You may not like what I've done, but it's done.
Now please, go back into your office
and do your job and let me do mine.
- Hey, hey, hey. - You want to write a story?
Write one about a desperate campaign
spreading lies about their opponents,
because that's what this is.
Janice Quinby, who can't go home to be with her ailing father.
Tom Dessantis, who's missing the birth of his first grandson.
Stacey Brewster, who's going to Haiti
to build schools and just missed her connection.
But here's the thing. It's not going to work.
The people of Florida are going to see this
for what it is, and they'll take their anger
into the voting booth on Tuesday when they vote for Susan Ross.
These are just a few of the thousands of passengers
stranded on the Burbank terminal
because their flights have been postponed or cancelled
due to the White House's dirty tricks.
If anyone should take their anger
into the voting booth, it's them.
[Knock on door]
Governor.
May I come in?
Sure.
You just missed Susan. I can call her if you like.
Oh, no, no. That's all right.
I'm not here to talk to her.
Can I level with you?
Uh, sure. Level away.
I like Susan.
I think she's smart.
I think she's personable,
but I don't really think she's cut out to be president.
Too idealistic.
There's nothing wrong with optimism.
Now Mellie Grant, on the other hand, she's a back-room brawler.
She'll get things done no matter what the cost.
[Chuckles] She's like me.
So if I had to endorse somebody right now,
it would have to be Senator Grant.
I'm confused.
You want me to pass that message on to Susan?
'Cause I really don't want to give her that kind of news.
Tamarac Sugar. I believe you're familiar with them?
They're currently under investigation
by my office, so, yes.
I'd like you to drop your investigation.
And why would I do that?
Because there's still time before the primary,
which means there's still time for me to change my mind
and endorse someone other than Senator Grant.
Say, Susan, for instance.
Do you realize what you're suggesting, Governor?
Because maybe you don't.
Maybe we want to call this a mistake?
[Chuckles lightly]
Maybe we don't.
[Chuckles]
This is the one.
[Clicks tongue]
Anchorman: We are entering hour four of the stand-off,
with no clear end in sight.
Reporters on both planes are speculating
that perhaps some jealousy...
Mellie: This has gone on long enough.
You think a few stranded passengers griping to the media
is gonna force the president of the United States
to take off?
Because that is not working.
Not yet.
Not yet?
Try never.
It is never gonna happen.
Ah...
- Why are you doing this? - Quinn, don't.
What? Look, I'm not judging.
I am asking. Nobody in this room can judge.
I mean, who amongst us hasn't gone over the edge and...
killed somebody once?
Or even twice.
Why am I dong what?
This. This contest of wills with Abby.
This... This refusal to blink first.
It's not working.
So why? Why are we even here?
Why, if you're just gonna sabotage
all the hard work we've done building Mellie up.
Why are we here when we could be...
She wants to know why are you here
when you could be saving Jake?
I shouldn't need to explain myself to you two.
You two are supposed to be gladiators.
You should get it, you should know.
You two should be over a cliff with me,
and instead I'm sitting here having you beg me
to explain your job to you.
I told you, don't.
What's the alternative, Huck?
[Scoffs]
What, we sit on this tarmac for the rest of our lives?
Who was that?
Wh-Where is she?
[Sighs]
You okay?
We have to do something.
This could tank my entire campaign.
The more this drags on, the more I look like
some ball-busting shrew who feels entitled
to duke it out on the tarmac using planes.
Planes, Marcus.
How ridiculous and out of touch and unlikable is that?
It's not...
appealing to the average voter, I'll grant you that.
This needs to end.
Okay. Then end it.
How?
Abby and Liv are locked in a death match.
Abby doesn't control Air Force One.
[Sighs]
The president won't talk to me.
Do you really think he's gonna snub
the mother of his children on national television?
♪♪
[Sighs]
Anchorwoman: Reportedly damaged Air Force One is holding up...
Catherine, I need you to put together a press rel...
Mellie Grant's campaign plane on the tarmac.
What's happening?
Moments ago, we saw Senator Grant
step off the aircraft.
It appears she is making her way onto the runway.
What the hell is she doing?
But from this vantage point,
it looks like she may be heading...
[Camera shutters clicking, indistinct conversations]
Air Force One.
She's just standing there now,
looking at her ex-husband's plane.
Wait.
Was that... I-I believe the senator just waved
- at her ex-husband's plane. - What is she doing?
She's waiting for me.
- Sir, I'm sorry. - I don't know what's going on.
Tell the captain I'm getting off the plane.
No, sir. You can't go out there.
The press, the cameras,
- the optics would be awful. - Abby.
Do you really want the entire world to see you
get reprimanded by your ex-wife on national television?
You could bring about world peace, put a man on Mars,
but that footage will still be the only thing
that people remember about you.
You really want me to leave her standing out there alone?
That's right, folks.
Senator Grant has planted herself
in front of Air Force One, and she's not budging.
- That's badass. - Who let her go?
Don't look at me. As of now, efforts to get Air Force One's attention
have gone completely unacknowledged.
You go out there and bring her back.
- No. - What did you say?
- I said no. - It's too late, anyway.
Now the door to Air Force One seems to be opening.
Yes, someone is coming out of the president's plane.
[Indistinct shouting]
[Camera shutters clicking, indistinct conversations]
♪♪
Mellie.
Fitz.
Wonderful to see you.
You want to talk?
I think it's a very good idea.
That crafty broad. I really underestimated her.
Not crafty... corrupt.
My office sent over the file on Tamarac Sugar,
Governor Baker has pocketed
tens of thousands of dollars in kickbacks.
It's big. I can't drop the investigation.
You have to.
We're talking 99 delegates on a silver platter, Rosen.
We'll take Florida.
Look, I want Susan to be my next president,
but my job, my duty,
is to protect the integrity of the justice department.
I took an oath.
We get it. You're a special snowflake.
Just suck it up and take one for the team.
No. No. David's right.
He shouldn't sacrifice his principles
so that I can get one measly endorsement.
Susan, this is a big endorsement.
I will go to this dinner,
because it will look bad if I don't,
but if the governor want's to play dirty,
then I don't want her support.
I hate you, Snowflake.
[Camera shutters clicking, indistinct conversations]
Fitz: Bold move.
Thank you.
Certainly gives the press something to run with.
I didn't do it for the photo op.
Of course not. Why would you?
[Sighs]
You sure as hell don't need any help from me.
Right?
You're doing great. I saw you on Kimmel.
I heard about Cardinal Suarez.
That couldn't have been easy.
[Chuckles]
You're up in the polls.
Really giving us a run for our money these days, aren't you?
It makes you wonder why I ever even wanted
your endorsement in the first place.
Congrats, Mellie. I'm proud of you.
Think how proud I could make you
if I could just get to Florida.
Florida. Right.
[Sighs] Move your plane, Fitz.
I can't do that.
Because your chief of staff has put her foot down?
[Laughs] Look, honey.
I'm all about women's empowerment these days.
I have joined the cause. I'm running for the cause.
I am the cause,
but when there is a certain redhead going around,
calling all the shots,
telling the president of the United States
what he can and cannot do, well, you can see why I'm concerned.
Abby is doing her job.
Abby's causing problems.
We have a problem.
The two of us?
Isn't that new?
Not us.
Them.
Your chief of staff is causing problems with mine.
[Chuckles]
Let me tell you, one of them is about to go
full Tonya Harding on the other,
and when that happens, I think we know who leaves who
in a blubbering mess on the floor.
She will kill her, Fitz.
Mel.
What?
Mellie, the press is 20 yards away.
So?
So don't be inappropriate.
What? I'm...
[Sighs]
You're telling me you really don't know?
I don't know.
Olivia.
Andrew.
♪♪
[Inhales deeply]
[Sighing]
Oh, my God.
No.
Yeah.
I-I thought that was Liz North
She'd been talking about doing that all day.
Nope.
That was Liv.
You mean she sent one of her people.
I mean she did it with her bare hands.
[Breathing shakily]
You should've told me.
You should've asked.
Wow.
Props to Liv.
Something like that.
This whole thing between her and Abby.
She's...
She's a different person.
At least now I know why.
You're worried about Liv.
She's missing now.
There but not there, you know?
Is she sleeping?
Doesn't look like it.
Is she getting any exercise?
She used to run when she needed to decompress.
She gave up running.
I was trying to get her to swim again, but she won't.
I make her take walks with me, though.
That's something.
And I make her eat.
She forgets to eat, especially when she's working,
which is all the time.
Well...
Make sure she runs...
and sleeps...
and eats.
You need to move your plane, Fitz.
You need to move it now,
and not just for me.
♪♪
Tell the captain to put the plane in the air.
- Now? - Yes, now.
No, that's a bad idea.
That was not a request.
Tell the captain to put the damn plane in the air.
Then, you, sit down, buckle up,
and don't say another word to me until we land in Washington.
Move.
Anchorwoman: We're seeing Air Force One in the air,
and in just a few moments,
I'm told we will see Senator Grant's plane...
I am the candidate. This is my campaign.
I made a decision. We're headed to Florida.
You had no idea how that stunt would play in the press.
It worked, didn't it?
We'll be in the air in less than 10 minutes.
It worked?
We'll still be an hour late to dinner, at best,
so you still aren't going to land
Governor Baker's endorsement.
Olivia, are you going to spend the entire flight
telling me why my plan won't work,
or do you have any ideas of your own?
[Sighs]
♪♪
[Ringing]
It's me. Turn your plane around.
[Camera shutter clicking]
Louise: I tell you, Hollis,
I just hate what the federal government's
doing to the sugar farmers in the Everglades.
Come on. All that red tape?
Mm. Ain't gonna happen when I'm president, Louise.
Anybody opens up a rule book,
they're gonna leave with their ass in a gator trap.
[Laughs]
Look at that.
That's a hillbilly hoedown over there
and it's completely your fault, Rosen.
Senator Grant just arrived.
Well, you can tell her that I appreciate her coming,
but dinner has started
and we don't seat latecomers.
I don't think...
It's not quite that simple.
I think it is quite that simple.
Just go tell her.
- Governor Baker. - Oh, Mr. President.
Oh, what are you doing here?
I wanted to apologize for Mellie being late, Louise.
That whole fiasco in California was completely my fault.
Megan, let's get some seats for our... our guests,
and make sure that Senator Grant is right here next to me,
'cause we need to get better acquainted, don't we?
Thank you, Governor, so much.
Oh, thank you.
Oh, thank you. [Laughs] Thank you.
The president's supporting Mellie now?
I'll explain later.
So what are y'all talking about?
Talking about how the federal government is
just about to put my sugar farmers out of business.
And by your sugar farmers, you mean big sugar?
The huge corporations that are polluting the Everglades?
What's up with Susan?
Long story.
Nobody's polluting anything.
[Scoffs]
You've been a great governor,
one of the best this country has ever had.
If it were up to the voters in Florida,
you'd have the job for life.
But everyone's got a blind spot.
This is yours.
[Piano music plays]
I thought you did great tonight, by the way.
The way you spoke to Governor Baker...
Forthright, honest.
I was proud of you.
♪ Take me to the water ♪
♪ To be baptized ♪
I forgot...
the kind of man you really are.
♪ None but ♪
- ♪ The righteous ♪ - After everything, I-I forgot, and...
- ♪ None but ♪ - it's nice to know that somewhere in there,
you're still... you.
♪ The righteous ♪
- ♪ None but the righteous ♪ - You hurt me.
I know.
More than anyone's ever hurt me.
I know.
And I am so sorry.
♪ Take me to the water ♪
I will do my very best to never hurt you again.
♪ To be baptized ♪
[Sobs]
[Camera shutter clicking]
Hey. You're up.
Yeah, I couldn't sleep.
Hey, what time did you end up coming home last night?
- I didn't hear you get in. - Pretty late.
Vargas wanted to revisit his talking points on free trade.
The whole team came back in.
Was it after midnight, when you got home?
You know what? I think it was.
Why?
Because you didn't call.
You said you'd call if you were gonna be home past midnight.
[Sighs] Look...
I've had a day.
Could we just go to bed?
What?
Are you cheating on me?
I'm sorry?
You heard me, Cyrus.
Where is this coming from?
Answer the question.
Why would you even begin to Th...
I'm not stupid.
Oh, that great big
Stephen Hawking brain of yours...
Cyrus, if you're sleeping with someone else,
all I ask is that you tell me.
I'm sleeping with someone else.
I don't... I don't know
what else you want me to say, Michael.
I want you to say we'll try to fix this.
That we'll get back on track.
I-I've already started looking into counseling.
- Counseling? - We need help, Cyrus. You need help.
I am making the next president of the United States!
The only help I need right now is from someone
who knows and accepts his role around here.
Role? Cyrus, I...
Someone who doesn't feel the need to talk all the time,
who isn't so pathetically needy all the time,
someone who puts a little effort into getting me off
so I'm able to do my job
and actually focus on what's important...
This country's future!
You're disgusting.
You don't think what I do around here helps you?
- That everything I do... - [Scoffs]
I mean, the sheer amount of energy it takes
to watch our daughter... To raise our daughter.
Not your daughter, James' daughter.
His name's Tom, right?
The guy you're screwing.
♪♪
Who you been talking to?
Still think I'm the clueless one, Cyrus?
I think you're a washed-up rent boy
who needs to be very careful about what he's doing here.
If you keep pulling on this thread,
if you keep going down this path...
then I will be forced to put you out.
So you better ask yourself, Michael,
where does that leave you?
Don't... mess this up.
[Sighs] It's all on there.
Voicemails, e-mails, texts, all of Cyrus' communications
from the week of the shooting are on that thumb drive.
You're doing the right thing.
I know it may not feel like it.
No, it feels good.
Feels like the bastard's finally getting what he deserves.
♪♪
[Camera shutter clicking]
Turn on the TV.
What is it?
Baker is giving a press conference.
Susan Ross is the real deal.
She has a clear vision for this country
and the ability to achieve.
- Oh, my God. - Mark my words...
- I don't believe it. This is unbeliev... - Get Susan Ross into that Oval Office,
- This is unbelievable, right? - we will be a better, safer,
- more prosperous country. - You better believe it, Susan,
because now Florida's in the bag.
- I ca... I just... I-I... - because unlike the other candidates,
Susan Ross doesn't just talk,
- she listens... - I'm gonna win Florida.
She cares. I am going to win Florida!
She's not a politician,
she's a person, and a smart one at that.
Susan Ross has my support.
I plan to vote for her in today's primary,
and I plan to vote for her in November,
and I implore you to join me.
Let's elect a president we can trust,
a president we can depend on.
Let's elect Susan Ross, president of the United States.
Anchorwoman: Now for some breaking news.
Earlier this morning, photos were released
of presidential candidate Francisco Vargas'
five-year-old daughter, Anna, who is reportedly
in a Pennsylvania hospital battling cancer.
Now, Vargas, who is currently serving
as governor of the Keystone State
became the focus of media attention last month
- when he tackled a shooter... - What's the source on that?
At the Pennsylvania State Capitol building.
The announcement
of his presidential candidacy soon followed.
Stop lying!
Cyrus just called BNC.
They said that picture came from your e-mail address.
[Camera shutter clicking]
_
Frankie, you got to believe me.
- Get out. - No, come on, man.
- You know I wouldn't do anything... - You're done.
Go!
Been to the hospital in the last several months.
At this time...
♪♪
[Telephone rings]
It's me. It worked.
Listen, now that it's settled, I can carve out more time.
We can do counseling if that's what you want.
Whatever it takes.
We can talk about it when I get home,
but, Michael, thank you.
[Sighs]
[Sighs, breathes shakily]
If you're just gonna stand there and breathe...
[Scoffs]
You shouldn't be at work.
- Huck. - You're not ready.
The first one... the kill... It stays with you.
And I was trained to kill, to cope.
You weren't.
You don't look like you're sleeping.
Nightmares?
That's the worst part.
I am not having nightmares.
It happens.
You never actually kill them.
They're always there.
Can you just stop?
You should be at home.
You should be grieving,
trying to find a way to forgive yourself.
For God's sake, Huck, I don't need to forgive myself.
I am not grieving over Andrew's death.
I am satisfied.
That night, after,
I slept better than I have in a year.
It felt good, crushing his face with that chair,
feeling his blood on me,
the surprised look on his smug face.
I felt free.
I feel whole.
I don't regret a thing.
I'm glad he's dead,
and the only thing that makes it sweeter
is knowing that I am the one who killed him.
I feel good.
I feel great.
What?
Why are you staring at me?
I'm waiting for the rest of it.
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My father...
told me that if I... try to save Jake...
or go anywhere near him ever again,
he will slit...
[Voice breaking] Jake's throat.
But I think one kill was enough for me, so...
I mean, I'm... I'm not him.
I am better than this.
I am better than him.
[Sobbing]
[Crying]
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Campaign commitments.
[Sighs]
You have me scheduled through October.
Yes.
Don't you think this schedule's a little ambitious,
given the fact that I have to run the country?
Are you saying you want it changed?
I'm asking you what you think.
I don't know.
You don't know what you think?
No. What do I think, Mr. President?
[Sighs]
Okay.
We're here.
- Abby... - I'm just saying that you seem to think
you know better than me at all times, sir.
You clearly think your judgement supercedes mine,
so why should I use my brain for ridiculous things
like thinking when you're gonna do it for me anyway.
I put a plane in the air.
You did my job for me.
You overruled me.
You called my play.
You were making mistakes. You were off the rails.
When that happens, I have the right to make...
No, no. You do not.
I run you. You run the country. That's the job.
I run you so you can run the country.
I make these decisions so that you don't have to.
So that you can decide who lives and who dies
when you bomb a village looking for terrorists.
So that you can go hold the hands of broken mothers
when a classroom full of first graders
gets gunned down by some school shooter in Illinois.
So you can take us to the moon or Mars or wherever is next.
I run you, you run the country...
That is the job, and you don't question it.
You do not get to cage your monster.
Abby.
You would never try this with Cyrus,
and you wouldn't try it with me... not before.
But you're punishing me, and it's not fair.
I didn't do it. It wasn't me.
What are you talking about?
I'm not responsible for that.
Her body count is on her.
I'm not the one who made her kill Andrew.
She's a murderer all on her own.
You cannot put that on me.
All I did was make a call...
To burn her, to protect you.
You were doing your job.
The Oval... [Voice breaking] y-you are my responsibility.
You're... That's my only... For God's sake.
I am doing my patriotic duty.
I run you, you run the country.
No matter what.
She know that. She knows.
She would've done the same thing.
She would have.
Abby.
She would have.
Did you see what she did to his head?
Didn't even look like a face anymore.
She must've been so, so hurt and so mad and so scared.
Come here.
Where you are... I've been there.
I recognize it. I have spent time there.
But now you have to climb out.
You need a line, a rationale, a story you can tell yourself.
It doesn't matter what it is, it doesn't even have to be true
so long as you believe it.
So long as it allows you to forgive yourself.
Find that line.
Find it, grab ahold of it,
and use it to pull yourself up and out of the darkness.
[Breathes heavily]
The saying goes that he who laughs last, laughs best.
And that's certainly the case with Hollis Doyle,
who's hooted and hollered his way
to a surprising win in Florida.
Thank you, Florida!
BNC news is finally ready to call the state of Florida
for Hollis Doyle.
It's clear that Governor Baker's endorsement of Susan Ross
was not enough to erase the damage done
by the so-called "turbulence on the tarmac" incident
which seems to have also hurt Mellie Grant tonight.
I don't understand how this happened.
Baker was in our corner.
Guess it wasn't enough.
I'll go write my press statement.
Hopefully the other campaigns learned
a little something today... Ignore Hollis at your peril,
or else prepare to watch from the sidelines
as President Doyle laughs his way
all the way to the White House.
Now, I'm not saying I don't enjoy a good cat fight
every now and then,
but if you gals don't stop hissing at each other,
I may just end up running away with this thing.
A-And what's the fun in winning
if there ain't a little competition?
[Laughs]
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What I don't get is why you were so mad at me.
Are you... Abby.
What you did...
I don't mean now. I know why now.
I mean before.
When I got the job in the Oval, when I got some power,
when I sat in your apartment after Andrew showed up
and I was afraid of losing everything,
and I was looking for my friend to...
To support and comfort me, and you seemed...
thrilled.
I didn't seem...
"You're not a monster, little Abby."
You could come and work for me...
"little Abby."
[Scoffs]
I'm happy for you, Abby.
I am.
But I taught you.
I raised you.
I made that Oval. I built that president.
I had to walk away from the White House because of him.
I want it back.
I want my White House back.
I earned it!
I'm rooting for you, but not if it means I lose.
I'm done losing.
Hey, it's not a total loss.
What do you mean?
Well, she doesn't hate you anymore
and you kept your conscience clean.
You did keep your conscience clean, right, David?
Oh, my God.
You made a deal with the governor.
That's why she endorsed Susan.
You cannot tell her.
While everyone was watching a couple
of professional alley cats go at it,
a big dog snuck in the back door and stole all the goodies.
Michael.
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Michael, you son of a bitch.
Where's my child?
You cannot take my damn child!
We both lost today.
We did.
I don't like losing.
So what now?
Sally: Don't get too comfortable, Hollis.
A dog at a cat fight can suddenly find
he's become dinner at a lion's den.
We need to do what we should've done a long time ago.
Take down...
- Hollis Doyle. - Hollis Doyle.
Let's see how this plays out, shall we?
[Camera shutter clicking]
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