Full Circle (2013) s03e10 Episode Script
Dellahunt And Faulkner
1 Madeline: It's nice to see you, Isaac.
I miss us not being on the same team.
Madeline, it has been a long, cold winter between me and your husband, and an uninvited one at that.
But I do miss your elegance and company, ma'am.
And I'm sorry for the trials you've been through as of late.
How's Mary Ann? Mm, she is unwell with my chosen vocation.
Is that why you're not defending your seat in '18? Did you hear something? Or are you postulating? The latter.
Why did you do it? I beg your pardon? We are on the same team, Madeline.
I know that you're the one who set all this in motion, I know that you paid that woman to set up your husband.
[Scoffs.]
And what did it get me? Nothing.
[Sets glass down.]
What were you after? The end the end of all this, the end of him.
Mind if I take a swing? [Chuckles.]
My husband has a preternatural gift to survive.
We are outmatched, Isaac.
[Theme music plays.]
[Siren wails in distance.]
[Cheering.]
Houserman: All right, all right! Well, it's been a long road to this point, and I'm happy to say I still like most of you.
[Laughter.]
Now, it's my honor to introduce to you the next president of the United States Senator Davis Faulkner.
[Cheers and applause.]
Thank you, thank you.
Well, they say that a political campaign starts when a politician stops working and goes about making speeches about all the work he intends to do.
That's how I feel.
God willing, today is a success because I am ready to get to work.
I am ready to lead this campaign into the November election, and I am ready to work my hardest for you, my fellow Americans, to restore hope, prosperity, and glory to these, our blessed United States.
Thank you.
Thank you! [Cheers and applause.]
He here? Uh, upstairs waiting for you in your room.
- Press know he's here? - Yep.
- They know why? - Hell no.
He went with the old sage and mentor here to root for his protege thing.
Hmm.
How's the day looking for us? A little close in Georgia but a sweep across the board.
We have to put together possible cabinet appointments and start vetting vice president hopefuls.
Hmm.
You getting calls? - Only 100 a day.
- [Chuckles.]
Everybody and I mean everybody wants a piece of this ticket.
[Laughs.]
Thank you, Senator.
Thank you for permitting me to be a part of this.
Let's go see what fucking Voldemort has in mind.
[Laughs.]
Ready.
Isaac.
Sorry for keeping you waiting.
No apology needed while in the company of your wife.
Could we have the room, guys? Play nice.
Fuck him.
[Sighs.]
[Door closes.]
Isaac it is so good to see you.
It needn't be, Davis.
You know why I came down here.
David told me what you said to the press.
I was hoping that was the case.
An old friend and mentor decided to stand at my side instead of like some old bent GOP malcontent from across the aisle.
- Do you want a drink? - Not yet.
Ahh! This affectation of poise and confidence is new.
Get used to it.
Four years ago, I found you wondering the halls of the Russell Senate Office Building.
You had a backpack and white Converse sneakers and no fucking clue.
Now look at you.
Isaac, I have things to do.
I know.
So do I.
Now, don't think that there's any reason to pick the scab to make my point.
I'm here to force you out of the race.
[Laughs.]
Really? By sundown, I'll have 2,090 delegates.
I might suggest we cancel the convention to save the party money.
You're not running for president, Davis.
You better pick that fucking scab, Isaac, 'cause you are not making sense.
Angela Mancarlo.
Never heard of her.
Come on, Davis! You came to my office two years ago in tears because Madeline had discovered the affair you were having with her.
Madeline was gonna leave you! Ha! You were a terrified and contrite mess, which is more appealing than the arrogant hypocrite I see sitting before me.
I was being accused of things I did not commit, and I had no idea how to defend myself.
You were a five-time senator and former head of the CIA.
I needed counsel, and I adore my wife.
You are a shitty Christian, my friend, to throw that in my face.
- Let's not take the pious route.
- Oh, I'm not.
I'm just challenging your well-documented genuflecting, while you stand there implying blackmail.
Blackmail?! You said that? I didn't.
You want to force me out of politics over a rumor.
No, I want you to remain in the senate.
- And be your dog? - Yes.
Be my dog.
This dog won't hunt, to paraphrase your horseshit southern aphorisms.
I have the evidence and the witnesses.
Of what? What did I do, Isaac? You had sex out of wedlock with Mancarlo, here in this room, probably, eight days ago.
You were probably teed up on coke and whiskey, - and you knocked her about! - Huh.
The responding paramedics were prevented from giving her aid because you or Houserman had the Secret Service stop them.
The level of obstruction of justice is mind-bending.
A pleasant fiction.
Sturgis located her.
If I wanted to, I could go right now to Biscayne Harbor with federal marshals and detain her for questioning.
I'll drive.
You'll be ruined.
I'll take you down with me, brother.
Are you so narcissistic that you would destroy your life over this? Don't you realize I have a gun to your head? What about Madeline? I'm offering you an escape plan.
You're offering me a leash.
And you need one for many, many reasons.
I'm gonna be elected, and I'm gonna appoint a special prosecutor to look into your dirty tricks slush fund.
What are you talking about? I'm talking about your crimes.
You make Nixon look like a newborn.
I will run your Secret Service detail into court.
I'll depose Madeline, and I will make a deal with that call girl.
Well, you should pack a lunch, 'cause she is tough.
Oh, so you're admitting it? [Laughs.]
I'm admitting nothing.
How did you pass the bar? Are we really gonna be as petulant as to exchange threat for threat here? Oh, I don't threat.
Threats are only words.
I get shit done by ungentle means.
And you know who said that? Do you know who taught me that lesson? I'm looking at him.
[Laughs.]
They have been up there a while.
Houserman: Lots to catch up on.
This is not a reunion, Damon.
Dellahunt knows what happened last week.
What makes you say that? He knows, trust me.
Look [Clears throat.]
See that? Over 100 calls just this morning.
They're coming out of the woodwork to be a part of the administration to come.
That old fart cracker, he just wants a piece of your husband.
- I should go upstairs.
- I don't think so.
Sit.
Let them beat the shit out of each other.
It will help when he has to go up against the GOP-controlled Congress next year.
I just wanted to protect my husband, - that's all I wanted to do.
- What are you talking about? - Protect him from what? - From himself.
He is not up to this.
Are you that fucking blind you can't see it?! Jesus! Calm down, Mrs.
Faulkner.
Hey.
Listen to me.
The FBI and Sturgis bull-rushed us.
Yet here we sit.
The polls just opened in the Pacific time zone.
We're okay.
The salient point is I have enough fact and probability to make a statement to the press and to the Justice Department to rock you on your heels.
Do you know what, Isaac? Fucking call them.
Use my phone.
I want to hear you stutter and clear your throat as you bumble-fuck your way through the smokescreen.
I will call them on my dime.
What did you think I would do for you if I dropped out? I'm interested.
I am offering you political purgatory for your sins.
What sins? An affair? - An affair is a political sin now? - Yes.
No, it's a personal sin against your spouse or your partner.
The public trust wasn't threatened, just my vows.
You're deluded.
You're playing a dangerous game with reality.
You ply the trust of the voting public like Moses, but you're really Judas with good hair and bedroom eyes.
[Chuckles.]
What about you? Does Mary know that you had interns jerking your bobber in your office bathroom during your first term? You went to a DSK party at the Willard? Or does she know that you had the CIA and Justice cover up a drunk driving felony when you killed that kid from G.
W.
in the crosswalk at 22nd and G? Talk to me about sin, you fucking asshole! Besides, this isn't about affairs, drugs, booze, and prostitutes.
I'm surprised you came to me with that weak crap.
This is about the money.
Isaac, this is about the money, isn't it? Yes.
It's about the money.
[Scoffs.]
You're betraying your country! We're not talking about 30 pieces of silver, pal.
You tell me that you have the cheek to turn down a quarter billion to run for president, and I will go downstairs, tell CNN I did blow and rammed a Girl Scout - under the Christmas tree.
- You're a monster.
And yet you were willing to bribe me with character defamation to sit at your feet.
The money isn't from here.
Who gives a shit?! It's money! And you you were happy as a kid seeing Santa Claus when the Supreme Court opened up the campaign finance laws.
I didn't Because you had a surprise 30 million in your reelection account from those dark fuckers and the defense industry Super PACs.
They'll own you.
Well, I made it pretty clear I was for sale.
My God, man! Do you hear yourself? Mmm, loudly and clearly.
What happened to you, Davis? What's happened to your love of country? Oh, I love my country, Isaac.
I love my country deeply.
But the old paradigm of countries and governments and sovereignty does not exist anymore.
You can fall on your red, white, and blue sword all you want.
Our country.
Our country wines about all the U.
S.
debt that China and Japan owns, how we're their slaves.
But it's simply not true.
We own the vast majority of the debt.
We have no discipline.
We have become a nation of blamers and pussies, and it's destroying us.
Shit, the last war we won was in 1945.
No.
The Age of the American Republic is over.
It's cultural gravity, and we're going down.
They are gonna dictate policy through you.
Hmm, they'll try.
And if you refuse? They'll assassinate me.
[Sighs.]
Where are they from? Who are our enemies? China, Russia, and you.
[Laughs.]
Save the comedy for the professionals, Senator, and you're wrong.
We are our worst enemy the American people.
We need seismic change and the attendant sacrifices.
We argue about the Pledge of Allegiance and the school prayer while we punish the poor, lock them in ghettos, and stick them in shitty schools.
Your heart bleeds for the poor while you accept blood money.
The country as we know it is about to change.
By your hand? As God as my witness.
You don't stand a chance.
The, uh, Congress is projected to stay firmly in the GOP.
You'll be a lame duck coming right out of the gate.
You taught history at Georgetown for a year, Roman history.
Julius Caesar from Republic to Empire.
Yeah.
He was warned by the senate not to return to Rome with his army, correct? Yes.
Uh, he, uh would have been prosecuted and executed for defying Pompey.
And yet he did.
He crossed the Rubicon.
Yes, it was an irrevocable decision that sent him on a course of civil war and the rise of empire.
Isaac that is what I am about to do to the status quo of American politics.
I'm crossing the fucking Rubicon.
Hail Caesar.
CNN just predicted a Faulkner landslide in Georgia! Whoo! Four down, two to go! What did I say? I told you, right? This gonna make my day better or worse? Gonna blow your day to pieces.
Fuck.
What is it? The 911 call that was made that night.
I confirmed the caller.
Fuck, this is This can't be.
- Fuck! - I had the same reaction.
Okay.
So what are we gonna do, Rick? It's fucking election day.
I know.
And I have to confront her.
Can this wait until the polls close? I don't see how I can do that.
I've been bouncing up against dereliction of duty for days now, keeping that to myself.
This is what I wanted to do.
I'll send a team up to that floor, I will wait until the meeting is over, and then I have to move in.
This is bullshit, Rick.
In fact, you're bullshit.
My goddamn job is on the line.
So is mine.
Okay.
Listen, listen Asking you to wait a few hours before ruining half a dozen lives, right, isn't asking too much.
You're resigning anyway.
Just stay the fuck out of it.
[Cheering.]
So? What's it gonna be, Rick? I'll let you know.
[Phone buzzes.]
We just won Florida.
Congratulations.
[Buzzing continues.]
Senator! [Coughs weakly.]
No way, Damon.
That is awesome.
Yeah.
I'll be right down.
I'm almost done here.
Thanks.
Isaac, are you okay? You don't look so good.
Just a little Afib.
This meeting ain't helping me.
Well, I told you not to bother coming down.
[Laughs.]
Someone has got to stop you, Davis.
Well, it's too late, my friend.
I was just projected to win Texas and Arkansas.
Tennessee and Mississippi are all that's left, and exit polling has me at a Reagan in 1980 level landslide.
Oh.
[Chuckles.]
You remember Bart Giamatti? Yeah, sure.
He banned Pete from baseball.
That's right.
He, uh He said that banishing Rose from baseball broke his heart.
And he was right.
He died of a heart attack eight days after Rose left the game.
So what's breaking your heart, Isaac? You are, Davis.
Hmm.
We were pretty close for a while there.
No, no, we weren't.
If had been, we we wouldn't be here.
You're an alien to me, boy.
[Gasps.]
I may need a doctor.
Yeah, in a in a minute.
In a minute.
What I want to know is what you're gonna do when you leave here.
What's your plan? Gonna talk to a U.
S.
attorney, gonna talk to the New York Times.
And I'm gonna tell them the source of your campaign war chest.
But you don't know who gave me the money.
It was Russian oilmen.
[Chuckles.]
Who told you that? Sturgis! He traced the transfers last winter before you even decided to run.
Sturgis told you all that? Yeah.
You are screwed, boy.
[Laughs.]
Is this the same Federico Sturgis who's been working for me for the past year? Oh, bullshit, he's mine! No, sir, you are upside down on this one.
He showed me copies of the wire transfer.
Yeah, they weren't from my donors.
He also investigated the incident here.
Oh, yeah.
That.
Hmm.
Miss Mancarlo was in my room.
Sadly, I was too fucked up to enjoy her.
I did have an affair with her.
I was probably in love with her.
But that ended two years ago, because [Screams.]
I love my wife.
You had Sturgis on my ass for a year, true.
He discovered the $250 million transfer to my campaign account in the Cayman Islands, but he came to me before going to you.
I gave him a million in cash to work for me and to keep working for you.
He's not a dumb man.
He gave me the files from your office listing the payments to him and the spying that he did for you.
Isaac, you are a bad man, friend.
Davis! Aren't you curious about who gave me the money to campaign for president of the United States? Who? The Republican Party.
They knew they couldn't take back the White House and that I could but that I needed the money to do it.
And the deal I made During my inaugural speech, I am switching parties.
And then I will own the government and this country.
Please, call me a doctor.
No way.
The cat's out of the bag.
All I need from you now is to die.
By the way, did you enjoy your drink, or did it taste funny, like, I don't know, the, um the Ritalin I take for A.
D.
D.
Guys with Afib should not be taking speed.
Speed kills.
[Cheering.]
I have to arrest you now.
[Knock on door.]
Angela.
Do you want to tell me just what in the fuck you and my wife are up to? You nervous, Davis? [Chuckles.]
Not even close.
Through all this, you never once asked who hurt me.
Or why I agreed to be a part of setting you up to fall.
You were paid.
You like money.
So what's going on? Is that Madeline's purse? [Door slams.]
What the fuck is going on? It was me, Davis.
What was you? I paid Angela to go to your room that night.
It was me trying to ruin your campaign, ruin you.
Why the fuck would you do that? To save this marriage.
Save our lives from what you've become.
Oh, really? And what have I become, Madeline? Where's Isaac? Isaac? Uh, he's dead.
Heart attack right in front of me.
You're a goddamn monster.
I watched him die.
That's not a crime.
Jesus.
You should buckle up, you son of a bitch.
Angela, with my blessing, gave a two-hour interview last night.
She told them everything.
The sex, the drugs everything we did in your suite last week.
They're gonna broadcast it tonight.
What have you done? - [Screams.]
- I'm gonna fucking kill you.
- Get off of me! - Angela: Get off of her! Fucking whore! Everything I've done for you! Everything I've done.
I'll fucking kill you! - Get off me! - You have everything because of me! - Everything! - Madeline, no! [Laughs.]
Oh, come on, Madeline.
What are you doing? You're laughing? You're laughing, Davis.
You don't know how to use a gun.
I was hoping that your conscience would get the better of you.
I was hoping that you would choose me instead of yourself.
But now I just fucking hate you! Whatever you say, babe.
- Whatever I say? - Whatever you - Get away from me.
- Put the gun down.
- Get away from me.
- Come on, baby.
You're a good girl.
Give me the gun.
Give me the gun, sweetheart.
Come on.
You love me.
Davis Give me the gun.
- You love me, give me - [Gunshot.]
Oh.
Fuck.
Jesus Christ.
Davis.
[Gasping.]
Houserman: What the fuck? Angela: Senator Faulkner shot his wife.
I saw the whole thing.
Oh, my God.
I [Gasping.]
[Theme music plays.]
I miss us not being on the same team.
Madeline, it has been a long, cold winter between me and your husband, and an uninvited one at that.
But I do miss your elegance and company, ma'am.
And I'm sorry for the trials you've been through as of late.
How's Mary Ann? Mm, she is unwell with my chosen vocation.
Is that why you're not defending your seat in '18? Did you hear something? Or are you postulating? The latter.
Why did you do it? I beg your pardon? We are on the same team, Madeline.
I know that you're the one who set all this in motion, I know that you paid that woman to set up your husband.
[Scoffs.]
And what did it get me? Nothing.
[Sets glass down.]
What were you after? The end the end of all this, the end of him.
Mind if I take a swing? [Chuckles.]
My husband has a preternatural gift to survive.
We are outmatched, Isaac.
[Theme music plays.]
[Siren wails in distance.]
[Cheering.]
Houserman: All right, all right! Well, it's been a long road to this point, and I'm happy to say I still like most of you.
[Laughter.]
Now, it's my honor to introduce to you the next president of the United States Senator Davis Faulkner.
[Cheers and applause.]
Thank you, thank you.
Well, they say that a political campaign starts when a politician stops working and goes about making speeches about all the work he intends to do.
That's how I feel.
God willing, today is a success because I am ready to get to work.
I am ready to lead this campaign into the November election, and I am ready to work my hardest for you, my fellow Americans, to restore hope, prosperity, and glory to these, our blessed United States.
Thank you.
Thank you! [Cheers and applause.]
He here? Uh, upstairs waiting for you in your room.
- Press know he's here? - Yep.
- They know why? - Hell no.
He went with the old sage and mentor here to root for his protege thing.
Hmm.
How's the day looking for us? A little close in Georgia but a sweep across the board.
We have to put together possible cabinet appointments and start vetting vice president hopefuls.
Hmm.
You getting calls? - Only 100 a day.
- [Chuckles.]
Everybody and I mean everybody wants a piece of this ticket.
[Laughs.]
Thank you, Senator.
Thank you for permitting me to be a part of this.
Let's go see what fucking Voldemort has in mind.
[Laughs.]
Ready.
Isaac.
Sorry for keeping you waiting.
No apology needed while in the company of your wife.
Could we have the room, guys? Play nice.
Fuck him.
[Sighs.]
[Door closes.]
Isaac it is so good to see you.
It needn't be, Davis.
You know why I came down here.
David told me what you said to the press.
I was hoping that was the case.
An old friend and mentor decided to stand at my side instead of like some old bent GOP malcontent from across the aisle.
- Do you want a drink? - Not yet.
Ahh! This affectation of poise and confidence is new.
Get used to it.
Four years ago, I found you wondering the halls of the Russell Senate Office Building.
You had a backpack and white Converse sneakers and no fucking clue.
Now look at you.
Isaac, I have things to do.
I know.
So do I.
Now, don't think that there's any reason to pick the scab to make my point.
I'm here to force you out of the race.
[Laughs.]
Really? By sundown, I'll have 2,090 delegates.
I might suggest we cancel the convention to save the party money.
You're not running for president, Davis.
You better pick that fucking scab, Isaac, 'cause you are not making sense.
Angela Mancarlo.
Never heard of her.
Come on, Davis! You came to my office two years ago in tears because Madeline had discovered the affair you were having with her.
Madeline was gonna leave you! Ha! You were a terrified and contrite mess, which is more appealing than the arrogant hypocrite I see sitting before me.
I was being accused of things I did not commit, and I had no idea how to defend myself.
You were a five-time senator and former head of the CIA.
I needed counsel, and I adore my wife.
You are a shitty Christian, my friend, to throw that in my face.
- Let's not take the pious route.
- Oh, I'm not.
I'm just challenging your well-documented genuflecting, while you stand there implying blackmail.
Blackmail?! You said that? I didn't.
You want to force me out of politics over a rumor.
No, I want you to remain in the senate.
- And be your dog? - Yes.
Be my dog.
This dog won't hunt, to paraphrase your horseshit southern aphorisms.
I have the evidence and the witnesses.
Of what? What did I do, Isaac? You had sex out of wedlock with Mancarlo, here in this room, probably, eight days ago.
You were probably teed up on coke and whiskey, - and you knocked her about! - Huh.
The responding paramedics were prevented from giving her aid because you or Houserman had the Secret Service stop them.
The level of obstruction of justice is mind-bending.
A pleasant fiction.
Sturgis located her.
If I wanted to, I could go right now to Biscayne Harbor with federal marshals and detain her for questioning.
I'll drive.
You'll be ruined.
I'll take you down with me, brother.
Are you so narcissistic that you would destroy your life over this? Don't you realize I have a gun to your head? What about Madeline? I'm offering you an escape plan.
You're offering me a leash.
And you need one for many, many reasons.
I'm gonna be elected, and I'm gonna appoint a special prosecutor to look into your dirty tricks slush fund.
What are you talking about? I'm talking about your crimes.
You make Nixon look like a newborn.
I will run your Secret Service detail into court.
I'll depose Madeline, and I will make a deal with that call girl.
Well, you should pack a lunch, 'cause she is tough.
Oh, so you're admitting it? [Laughs.]
I'm admitting nothing.
How did you pass the bar? Are we really gonna be as petulant as to exchange threat for threat here? Oh, I don't threat.
Threats are only words.
I get shit done by ungentle means.
And you know who said that? Do you know who taught me that lesson? I'm looking at him.
[Laughs.]
They have been up there a while.
Houserman: Lots to catch up on.
This is not a reunion, Damon.
Dellahunt knows what happened last week.
What makes you say that? He knows, trust me.
Look [Clears throat.]
See that? Over 100 calls just this morning.
They're coming out of the woodwork to be a part of the administration to come.
That old fart cracker, he just wants a piece of your husband.
- I should go upstairs.
- I don't think so.
Sit.
Let them beat the shit out of each other.
It will help when he has to go up against the GOP-controlled Congress next year.
I just wanted to protect my husband, - that's all I wanted to do.
- What are you talking about? - Protect him from what? - From himself.
He is not up to this.
Are you that fucking blind you can't see it?! Jesus! Calm down, Mrs.
Faulkner.
Hey.
Listen to me.
The FBI and Sturgis bull-rushed us.
Yet here we sit.
The polls just opened in the Pacific time zone.
We're okay.
The salient point is I have enough fact and probability to make a statement to the press and to the Justice Department to rock you on your heels.
Do you know what, Isaac? Fucking call them.
Use my phone.
I want to hear you stutter and clear your throat as you bumble-fuck your way through the smokescreen.
I will call them on my dime.
What did you think I would do for you if I dropped out? I'm interested.
I am offering you political purgatory for your sins.
What sins? An affair? - An affair is a political sin now? - Yes.
No, it's a personal sin against your spouse or your partner.
The public trust wasn't threatened, just my vows.
You're deluded.
You're playing a dangerous game with reality.
You ply the trust of the voting public like Moses, but you're really Judas with good hair and bedroom eyes.
[Chuckles.]
What about you? Does Mary know that you had interns jerking your bobber in your office bathroom during your first term? You went to a DSK party at the Willard? Or does she know that you had the CIA and Justice cover up a drunk driving felony when you killed that kid from G.
W.
in the crosswalk at 22nd and G? Talk to me about sin, you fucking asshole! Besides, this isn't about affairs, drugs, booze, and prostitutes.
I'm surprised you came to me with that weak crap.
This is about the money.
Isaac, this is about the money, isn't it? Yes.
It's about the money.
[Scoffs.]
You're betraying your country! We're not talking about 30 pieces of silver, pal.
You tell me that you have the cheek to turn down a quarter billion to run for president, and I will go downstairs, tell CNN I did blow and rammed a Girl Scout - under the Christmas tree.
- You're a monster.
And yet you were willing to bribe me with character defamation to sit at your feet.
The money isn't from here.
Who gives a shit?! It's money! And you you were happy as a kid seeing Santa Claus when the Supreme Court opened up the campaign finance laws.
I didn't Because you had a surprise 30 million in your reelection account from those dark fuckers and the defense industry Super PACs.
They'll own you.
Well, I made it pretty clear I was for sale.
My God, man! Do you hear yourself? Mmm, loudly and clearly.
What happened to you, Davis? What's happened to your love of country? Oh, I love my country, Isaac.
I love my country deeply.
But the old paradigm of countries and governments and sovereignty does not exist anymore.
You can fall on your red, white, and blue sword all you want.
Our country.
Our country wines about all the U.
S.
debt that China and Japan owns, how we're their slaves.
But it's simply not true.
We own the vast majority of the debt.
We have no discipline.
We have become a nation of blamers and pussies, and it's destroying us.
Shit, the last war we won was in 1945.
No.
The Age of the American Republic is over.
It's cultural gravity, and we're going down.
They are gonna dictate policy through you.
Hmm, they'll try.
And if you refuse? They'll assassinate me.
[Sighs.]
Where are they from? Who are our enemies? China, Russia, and you.
[Laughs.]
Save the comedy for the professionals, Senator, and you're wrong.
We are our worst enemy the American people.
We need seismic change and the attendant sacrifices.
We argue about the Pledge of Allegiance and the school prayer while we punish the poor, lock them in ghettos, and stick them in shitty schools.
Your heart bleeds for the poor while you accept blood money.
The country as we know it is about to change.
By your hand? As God as my witness.
You don't stand a chance.
The, uh, Congress is projected to stay firmly in the GOP.
You'll be a lame duck coming right out of the gate.
You taught history at Georgetown for a year, Roman history.
Julius Caesar from Republic to Empire.
Yeah.
He was warned by the senate not to return to Rome with his army, correct? Yes.
Uh, he, uh would have been prosecuted and executed for defying Pompey.
And yet he did.
He crossed the Rubicon.
Yes, it was an irrevocable decision that sent him on a course of civil war and the rise of empire.
Isaac that is what I am about to do to the status quo of American politics.
I'm crossing the fucking Rubicon.
Hail Caesar.
CNN just predicted a Faulkner landslide in Georgia! Whoo! Four down, two to go! What did I say? I told you, right? This gonna make my day better or worse? Gonna blow your day to pieces.
Fuck.
What is it? The 911 call that was made that night.
I confirmed the caller.
Fuck, this is This can't be.
- Fuck! - I had the same reaction.
Okay.
So what are we gonna do, Rick? It's fucking election day.
I know.
And I have to confront her.
Can this wait until the polls close? I don't see how I can do that.
I've been bouncing up against dereliction of duty for days now, keeping that to myself.
This is what I wanted to do.
I'll send a team up to that floor, I will wait until the meeting is over, and then I have to move in.
This is bullshit, Rick.
In fact, you're bullshit.
My goddamn job is on the line.
So is mine.
Okay.
Listen, listen Asking you to wait a few hours before ruining half a dozen lives, right, isn't asking too much.
You're resigning anyway.
Just stay the fuck out of it.
[Cheering.]
So? What's it gonna be, Rick? I'll let you know.
[Phone buzzes.]
We just won Florida.
Congratulations.
[Buzzing continues.]
Senator! [Coughs weakly.]
No way, Damon.
That is awesome.
Yeah.
I'll be right down.
I'm almost done here.
Thanks.
Isaac, are you okay? You don't look so good.
Just a little Afib.
This meeting ain't helping me.
Well, I told you not to bother coming down.
[Laughs.]
Someone has got to stop you, Davis.
Well, it's too late, my friend.
I was just projected to win Texas and Arkansas.
Tennessee and Mississippi are all that's left, and exit polling has me at a Reagan in 1980 level landslide.
Oh.
[Chuckles.]
You remember Bart Giamatti? Yeah, sure.
He banned Pete from baseball.
That's right.
He, uh He said that banishing Rose from baseball broke his heart.
And he was right.
He died of a heart attack eight days after Rose left the game.
So what's breaking your heart, Isaac? You are, Davis.
Hmm.
We were pretty close for a while there.
No, no, we weren't.
If had been, we we wouldn't be here.
You're an alien to me, boy.
[Gasps.]
I may need a doctor.
Yeah, in a in a minute.
In a minute.
What I want to know is what you're gonna do when you leave here.
What's your plan? Gonna talk to a U.
S.
attorney, gonna talk to the New York Times.
And I'm gonna tell them the source of your campaign war chest.
But you don't know who gave me the money.
It was Russian oilmen.
[Chuckles.]
Who told you that? Sturgis! He traced the transfers last winter before you even decided to run.
Sturgis told you all that? Yeah.
You are screwed, boy.
[Laughs.]
Is this the same Federico Sturgis who's been working for me for the past year? Oh, bullshit, he's mine! No, sir, you are upside down on this one.
He showed me copies of the wire transfer.
Yeah, they weren't from my donors.
He also investigated the incident here.
Oh, yeah.
That.
Hmm.
Miss Mancarlo was in my room.
Sadly, I was too fucked up to enjoy her.
I did have an affair with her.
I was probably in love with her.
But that ended two years ago, because [Screams.]
I love my wife.
You had Sturgis on my ass for a year, true.
He discovered the $250 million transfer to my campaign account in the Cayman Islands, but he came to me before going to you.
I gave him a million in cash to work for me and to keep working for you.
He's not a dumb man.
He gave me the files from your office listing the payments to him and the spying that he did for you.
Isaac, you are a bad man, friend.
Davis! Aren't you curious about who gave me the money to campaign for president of the United States? Who? The Republican Party.
They knew they couldn't take back the White House and that I could but that I needed the money to do it.
And the deal I made During my inaugural speech, I am switching parties.
And then I will own the government and this country.
Please, call me a doctor.
No way.
The cat's out of the bag.
All I need from you now is to die.
By the way, did you enjoy your drink, or did it taste funny, like, I don't know, the, um the Ritalin I take for A.
D.
D.
Guys with Afib should not be taking speed.
Speed kills.
[Cheering.]
I have to arrest you now.
[Knock on door.]
Angela.
Do you want to tell me just what in the fuck you and my wife are up to? You nervous, Davis? [Chuckles.]
Not even close.
Through all this, you never once asked who hurt me.
Or why I agreed to be a part of setting you up to fall.
You were paid.
You like money.
So what's going on? Is that Madeline's purse? [Door slams.]
What the fuck is going on? It was me, Davis.
What was you? I paid Angela to go to your room that night.
It was me trying to ruin your campaign, ruin you.
Why the fuck would you do that? To save this marriage.
Save our lives from what you've become.
Oh, really? And what have I become, Madeline? Where's Isaac? Isaac? Uh, he's dead.
Heart attack right in front of me.
You're a goddamn monster.
I watched him die.
That's not a crime.
Jesus.
You should buckle up, you son of a bitch.
Angela, with my blessing, gave a two-hour interview last night.
She told them everything.
The sex, the drugs everything we did in your suite last week.
They're gonna broadcast it tonight.
What have you done? - [Screams.]
- I'm gonna fucking kill you.
- Get off of me! - Angela: Get off of her! Fucking whore! Everything I've done for you! Everything I've done.
I'll fucking kill you! - Get off me! - You have everything because of me! - Everything! - Madeline, no! [Laughs.]
Oh, come on, Madeline.
What are you doing? You're laughing? You're laughing, Davis.
You don't know how to use a gun.
I was hoping that your conscience would get the better of you.
I was hoping that you would choose me instead of yourself.
But now I just fucking hate you! Whatever you say, babe.
- Whatever I say? - Whatever you - Get away from me.
- Put the gun down.
- Get away from me.
- Come on, baby.
You're a good girl.
Give me the gun.
Give me the gun, sweetheart.
Come on.
You love me.
Davis Give me the gun.
- You love me, give me - [Gunshot.]
Oh.
Fuck.
Jesus Christ.
Davis.
[Gasping.]
Houserman: What the fuck? Angela: Senator Faulkner shot his wife.
I saw the whole thing.
Oh, my God.
I [Gasping.]
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