Lie to Me (2009–2011): Season 2, Episode 17 - Bullet Bump - full transcript

Let's hear it for the Sermonson
High School marching band.

Whoo! Good job.

Great job.

It is my sincere hope that this center

will become a beacon
of academic excellence

in an underserved
community for years to come.

Clara, would you do the honors, please?

Of course.

Thank you, Mrs. Musso,

for your friendship and generosity.

You're welcome, governor.



Thank you, ladies.

For many years, and I speak to you today

not as a politician

but along with my wife as parents.

Public education in America

has been in peril.

You know the refrain... lack of
funds, underqualified teachers,

negligent parents.

And to this I say, no more excuses.

The guy in the denim
jacket... do we know him?

...Vote for accountability.

Cast your vote for...
Denim jacket. 11:00.

...Vote for this great
state of Virginia.

Governor, your car's waiting.



Thank you, kind voters of Virginia.

Thanks very much for coming out.

Appreciate the support. Thank you.

Thanks very much for your help.

Thanks very much for your support.

It's nice to see you today.

Great to see you. Thanks
very much for your support.

Let's go get them.

Let's get out and vote, huh?

Thanks for your support.

Thank you for the support.

Thanks for coming today.

The governor's down. He's hit.

There's no such thing
as an "assassin's gaze."

All right. So I can report back

that you can't tell if
Duane Corey was acting alone.

Didn't say that.

No, he had an accomplice.

It was the governor.

What? Come on.

I know. It turns your
stomach, doesn't it?

The governor knew Michelle daly.

Of course he knew
her. She was a staffer.

No, he "knew" knew
her. Know what I mean?

Flirtatious, flared
nostrils, admiring look.

Yeah, she really fancied him.

The FBI is paying you to find out

if the governor was acting alone,

not dig into the
governor's personal life.

No, the FBI's paying me to poke around

and, you know, find the truth.

I'm not a glorified cop, Ben.

Foster, show Reynolds the situation.

The governor's in a tight race.

Too close to call.

A staffer who was clearly more than that

was shot dead.

Now the man's back up in the polls.

You can't ignore the possibility

that the girl was just a
victim of a 9-point bullet bump.

Where are you going?

To see the governor.

Cal, listen. Brooks isn't
just any old governor.

I know. He's a close and
personal friend of yours.

I appreciate this must
be difficult for you.

As the majority
stakeholder in this firm...

see, I bet that you
regret saying that already.

Just go easy on him.

Ok? I respect this man a lot.

Someday he could be president.

Not with this girl's blood
on his hands, he won't.

The Democratic process is no stranger

to hardship and suffering,

but the death of Michelle daly

is especially cruel
and incomprehensible.

Dr. Foster.

Or may I call you Gillian?

I see Clara Musso called

to give you a heads-up.

Which is why my will to win this race

is only strengthened by all our desires,

each and every one of us,

to stand strong in
the face of adversity.

So I invite all of you to join
my staff, my family, and me,

in our prayers for the
family of Michelle daly

in the wake of this terrible tragedy.

Which is why the governor here

has decided to retain the Lightman group

to get to the truth behind all of this.

Dr. Lightman, I've read
all your books. Big fan.

That's cobblers. Try
and change the subject.

All right? Not with me.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the governor would like

to invite you all to
warm up your coffees

and grab some more
pie before he continues

the question and answer
segment of today's visit.

Please. Help yourselves.

I'm not sure I follow.

Well, do your best, governor,

you know, for the dead
girl in the morgue.

I beg your pardon?

No, don't beg. See, look,

it frightens the voters.

Governor?

Not a good idea.

This is Lightman being discreet.

If Michelle daly's not enough

to haunt the governor for the truth,

Lightman is.

What do you want from me?

Well, a 9-point bump in the polls

24 hours before the election

because a girl took a bullet for you.

I want a little bit
more than coffee and pie.

Know what I mean?

My place or yours?

If it were a choice
between losing the election

and having Michelle back with us,

I'd gladly choose the latter.

My place, then. Let's keep it official.

Clear his schedule this afternoon.

No more excuses, governor.

Brooks is a dog that needs to be

taken out back and put down.

Wow. No. That guy's a lone wolf.

No way he's gonna help Corey.

Oh, well, you know, don't lose hope.

We still have 42 more videos

of guys who claim

That they want Brooks dead.

Are you chatting online
while I'm over here

looking for an assassin?

What? You have a new girlfriend?

No. No, no, no, no.

Just a friend who happens to be a...

Emily Lightman?

Please try not to judge.

You're cyberfriends with Emily?

Judgment all over your face.

Look, she friended me.

She's the boss's daughter.

What am I supposed to do?

Hit "ignore."

Look, she's going to
musicfest this weekend.

Yeah, as are half the kids in dc. So?

So it's a breeding ground
for negative group behavior.

Drinking, drugs.

Loker, I've been to musicfest.

You're blowing it way out of proportion.

Well, you're not 16 years old.

Last year, 3 girls
got roofied and raped.

You should read some of the things

that her so-called friends
are writing about doing there.

I mean...If she were
my daughter, I would...

you know, I should give
Lightman a heads-up.

Look. How many friends does
Emily have on that site?

500 or 600.

Exactly. She probably barely knows

the kids who are writing all
this stuff on her site, if at all.

Oh, God. What'd you do?

Nothing.

Told her I might be
going to musicfest, too.

What is wrong with you?

We got a confession.

Out of who?

Duane Corey. You know, the guy

that security grabbed
after the shooting.

Well, his cellmate came
forward about an hour ago.

Says that Corey was bragging about

trying to kill the governor.

Gave up his whole plan...

weapon cache, location, everything.

An inmate with nothing but incentive

to lie about Corey's confession.

Yeah, well, Lightman thinks

I should bring you two to come

check this guy out
with me, so, let's go.

I love politicians.

I do. I really do.

Are you comfortable?

Can we get on with this?

Governor, try to answer our questions

with as much accuracy as you can.

Yes, I am comfortable in this glass box.

A man in your position.

Correct. Up in the polls.

Survivor of an assassination attempt.

I would never exploit a
tragedy like this for a...

Bullet bump. Yeah.

See, now I said it,
so you don't have to.

You're way off base, Dr. Lightman.

So, I have to ask, why
all the guilt, governor?

A girl died.

Looks more like fear to me.

What you frightened of, eh?

Someone tried to kill me at that rally.

Yeah, but a girl died instead.

What was her name?

Michelle. Daly.

Separation of first and last name.

The personal with the formal.

So, she wasn't just any old
girl to you, was she, governor,

and don't tell me that all depends on

what my definition of "was' is.

She was one of our college volunteers.

It was no secret she knew me.

How well would you say you knew her?

Ahh. Hardly at all.

We might've made small talk.

Might've? And it could've been

more than just small talk.

It wasn't. Declarative. Commanding.

You wanted to make sure it was never

more than just small talk.

You sure it wasn't pillow talk?

Absolutely not.

Clarifying language. Defensive.

There was a misunderstanding

that could've been misconstrued.

Wires were crossed.

Governor, man to man,
right, and Foster here.

Michelle was a beautiful woman.

Now, I know what it's like
to work with beautiful women.

He's talking about
your friend Clara Musso.

Yeah, and her, yeah.

We both know that there
are women out there

that are naturally attracted to power.

So, governor, out with it.

There was one night a few months ago.

I had just won the primary.

Alcohol was flowing and
I'd had a few drinks.

It had been a rough campaign.

My wife had headed home early.

Ah. That seems like
the night in question.

Michelle and I wound up
smoking a cigarette together.

Shared it.

She complimented me on my win.

We talked for a long time.

Stealing away like that...

It made me feel young. It was innocent.

But not to Michelle.

She was confused that
my wife had left early

and here was the governor

enjoying the taste of
a young woman's lipstick

on the filter of a cigarette.

We both know that this
isn't about a confusion

of a young woman anymore, don't we?

You had sex with her.
That night. Admit it.

It was one of those moments.

Everyone celebrating, schmoozing,

and here she is, showing
me such simple, sure...

yeah, yeah, yeah.

You took advantage of her, didn't you?

Nothing happened.

Yet you were ashamed. Why is that?

Trevor Addison walked in

before I could do anything I'd regret.

If he hadn't...

He and I decided then to
distance Michelle from me.

He reassigned her.

Why keep her around at all?

I wasn't about to cut
a promising career short

just because I almost... Could have...

Crossed the line.

Your future president's
more lucky than good.

He didn't cheat,

and he had no reason to have her killed.

Could we just leave him alone now?

He's explained his actions

but not the others
who work on his behalf.

He's a governor,
Gillian, not a mob boss.

Oh, that sounds like a
much better campaign slogan

than "no more excuses."

I didn't do it.

Corey, come on, man.

They found your gun
right there on the scene

when they took you down.

You were caught red-handed.

I'm telling you, it's not mine.

So, what are you saying?

Well, it's a conspiracy.

To frame you for the
murder of Michelle daly.

I didn't kill her.

You didn't mean to kill her,

because you were aiming
for the governor, right?

There. Right there. What you
just did with your nostrils,

that tells me that you
want governor Brooks dead.

I didn't shoot that girl,

and that gun is not mine.

Stop lying.

I'm not. I'm innocent.

I believe him.

That's fear. Of this place.

Same as his.

What? Corey didn't do this.

Don't you understand? He
already said that he did, though.

Yeah, to his cellmate,
which, by the way,

why did you say that, Corey?

They think twice about raping

cold-blooded killers in here.

And you really believe
that he didn't do this?

I know he didn't.

Take us back to the
night of the primary.

No messenger on that.
Take it over in person.

Get a signature. Thank you.

The night of the primary.

When you found the governor celebrating

privately with Michelle.

Yeah, that night of the primary.

I handled the situation.

I spoke with Michelle and found her

a more suitable position.

So, one chat with you

and she was out of the inner circle.

It's my job to insulate the governor.

Very smooth. Hence the strut.

Or is that just like a side effect

of being around all
this office Totty? Eh?

So, how long did it take you

to get Michelle in the sack, then?

I'm a single man, Dr. Lightman.

I work 100-hour weeks.

Michelle was a beautiful, young woman.

What, you mean to tell me

that neither of you
have ever been tempted

to mix business with pleasure?

Excuse me, but the woman
you were sleeping with

was killed on your campaign trail.

You don't seem too shaken up by that.

I cut Michelle's family a
check for funeral expenses.

Oh, that's nice of you.

To get through the terrible days ahead.

Now, if you don't mind...
see that clock over there?

19 hours until the polls
open... and counting.

I've got a question for you.

Ahem. You know the man

that was arrested for
the shooting, right?

How does a nutter like that

get through your security?

I like a man who can own up
to his own mistakes, don't you?

He cut a check.

Now you think Addison
had Michelle killed?

Well, you know, he used to be a lobbyist

for security contractors.

Ok, so Addison's sleeping with Michelle,

and let's say, for whatever reason,

he wanted to have her killed.

Why do it in such a public way?

Well, it's two birds with one bullet.

Michelle's a goner
and Brooks is a winner.

He gets one of his black
ops buddies to do the job.

No one's the wiser.

It's absurd, Cal. He's
not that kind of man.

So, what kind of a man is he, exactly?

He's tried it on with you, hasn't he?

Please.

Eyes front, Clara. This is important.

Hasn't he?

Well, I can't say as
I blame him, really.

Excuse me?

That was supposed to be a compliment.

Compliment. That's funny.

It felt more like an insult.

He's a player.

Women like Michelle are
just a number to him.

You mean women like Michelle and me.

No, because you turned him down, right?

See? I told you I was good at this.

Now, I don't think that
Michelle was the only woman

that he was polling
on the campaign trail.

The Brooks campaign has
tons of women working for it.

Let's not start a witch hunt.

Witch hunt. Is that what you call them?

Oy! Lemmings. All right.

Who here, apart from Michelle daly,

has been shagging the chief of staff?

Bingo. Lady in pink.

What made you suspect
that Michelle and Addison

were also having an affair?

She went from part-time
volunteer to paid staff.

Came out of nowhere.

So, you see the advantage

of sleeping with Addison, right?

You know how the game's played?

But Michelle wasn't a
game player, was she?

Michelle was wholesome.

What? Meaning she was
naive and innocent?

She wore a promise ring.

Planned on saving herself for whatever.

"Whatever," said with
an edge of contempt.

She was a good person.

See, you had to control
every muscle in your body

from your head to your
toes to pull that one off.

It's true. I don't doubt it.

I'm talking about the
anger you feel for her.

As if she's to blame for you being here

in the hot seat with us.

How does Addison get a promise ring

off a girl like that, eh?

We all partied just
as hard as we worked.

She wanted to fit in.

She started off with just the occasional

small glass of wine.

And then the wine turns to spirits.

It's ok. We all make mistakes.

Michelle was a grown woman. An adult.

I did not make her drink.

I did not steer her
towards trevor... addison.

You're doing everything you can

to avoid the elephant
in the room, aren't you?

Elephant in the room...
why a promising young woman

was murdered.

They were shooting at the governor.

Oh, you're a cop now, are you?

They had to shoot past the governor

to get to Michelle.

Let's treat it as murder for now.

See, there it is again. Fear. And anger.

I mean, I'd feel the same way

if I felt I was being forced into a lie.

I haven't lied.

Smart. True, too, technically.

Because you know how
to steer a conversation

and you know how to lie by omission.

I smell a cover-up.

I've been there. I've done that.

I'm not involved.

I mean, I hear things, but
I... I didn't do anything.

Now what you're doing is stonewalling.

You've gone from gossip to accomplice.

After Michelle started
sleeping with Addison,

she started drinking even more.

At the commonwealth
fundraiser last month,

she got totally bombed.

And she threatened to go
public with the affair.

Addison sent her home
before she could make a scene

and she drove up a curb where a man

was collecting bottles and cans.

Said she didn't even realize

she hit someone at first.

So, it was a hit and run?

Addison made her turn herself in

and then it just...

and I have no direct
knowledge of a cover-up,

but I'm guessing
Addison got the incident

swept under the rug.

And the man she hit?

He died after a few days.

A drunk staffer kills someone

leading up to election,

you want to make it go away.

In a close election,
you want more than that.

You want the girl to go away, right?

You know, a couple of my agents

found your little hideout.

The guns. Ammunition.

Plus, the crosshairs you
drew on Brooks's photo

speaks to malicious intent.

I bought those to protect the governor.

Brooks was in danger.

Yeah, well, I'd have to
agree with you on that.

You don't understand.
I sent those e-mails

so the staffers would
tighten up security.

They're not real. Brooks...
he needs a guardian.

Someone like me.

Right, right. Duane, let
me explain something to you.

You can try and play crazy for the jury.

That's not gonna fly in here.

From your collection.

What the hell?

He doesn't even recognize
the murder weapon.

Hey! This should be in an evidence room.

Can you playback?

Yeah.

There. Instant genuine surprise.

He's never seen it before.

Because it ain't mine.

Does he want Brooks dead? Yes.

Is he dangerous? You bet?

All right, so then he's delusional.

He thinks he's got a special
relationship with the governor.

The gun's a throwaway.

It's not that hard to
file numbers off a handgun,

and anybody could have just planted
it near Corey the day of the shooting.

The guy's a patsy.

Yeah, well, he's gonna
be in here on gun charges.

So, regardless, he's
gonna have to sit tight

till we can figure this thing out.

So, whoever killed Michelle could
have known about Corey's threats,

made sure he had a clear path to
Brooks on the day of the shooting

so they could pin it on a wacko.

Just a minute!

Oh, hang on.

Hello.

So, did he send you over here
to appeal to my better judgment?

No, he didn't.

That's good, 'cause
I've done everything.

That's what I told him.

You hungry?

Oh, you cook, too?

Oh, yeah.

Sure.

There's chicken masala.

Mmm!

So, be warned.

Do you want a beer? Sure.

You know, I told the
governor that I owe my freedom

to your bull-headed, obnoxious,

no-holds-barred
way of doing things.

Up yours.

Right now?

Ooh, I say.

So, how's he doing, then?

The governor, I mean.

You know, behind closed doors.

He's distraught. We all are

for Michelle and her family,

not just for his political career.

Oh, yeah.

He's not broken up enough to pull
out of the race, though, is he?

Oh, come on. A life of service

is all Brooks has ever believed in.

Ought to clean house.

You're talking about Trevor
Addison, the campaign manager,

on the eve of an election.

No, I'm not. I'm talking
about the governor doing right

by that girl's family, you
know, and by the voters.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excused.

Thank you.

Well, I'm here to tell you

that he wants you to find
the truth, no matter what.

Oh, what, so you appealed
to his better judgment,

then, did you?

... Like you, he hasn't sp...

too hot for you?

It's good. It's good.

Would you like another beer?

Are you trying to get me drunk?

Who, me? Mmm.

No. Never. Absolutely.

I couldn't find a recycling bin.

We know about Michelle's hit and run.

That man's death was an awful tragedy.

Yes, kind of tragedy that
could kill a political career,

unless your name's Kennedy, of course.

I'm paid to manage
situations, Dr. Lightman.

By squeezing the D.A. who's looking
for the governor's endorsement?

It was an accident,

and I tried to minimize the damage.

William Freeman. That's the damage.

Yep. The dead man, in
case you were interested.

I know his name.

After the accident, there was
nothing I could do for him.

He was hit near a stop sign.

It was very hard to see at night.

That almost looks like genuine remorse.

I'm sorry the man is dead.

Must be a pain in the...
... I mean cover-ups.

Managing them, you know.

Look, Michelle was a kid at
the beginning of her career.

I wasn't gonna let her go to
prison over a youthful indiscretion.

Or let the press find out.

All right. Full disclosure.

Check's in the mail. You
don't look fat in that dress.

Robin spoke with me about
your conversation yesterday.

I was gonna head to your
office after the polls close.

With something that might help you.

After the polls closed.

What I'm trying to tell you is...

Let Michelle daly speak for herself.

After my car hit the curb,

I just... I just took off,

'cause I didn't know what to do.

And I didn't know
that I had hit someone.

I really didn't.

I was drunk.

Unusually matter of fact for someone
on the heels of a traumatic event.

No sadness. No remorse at all.

Yeah, I don't doubt that
she was drunk that night,

but I don't think she
was driving that car.

Her confession is pure fiction.

She's covering up for somebody.

Sad part is that whoever it was

had her convinced she
was doing the right thing.

Hey! Eli, what's up?

Hey!

I was just thinking about you.

You were?

Yeah, and music fest.

Yeah, I'm really excited for p-funk.

Yeah, well, you're an old soul.

You're a very funky old soul.

Thanks.

I'm also a p-funk fan.

Really? Sure.

So you're coming?

Yes, if your dad lets
me off work in time.

Cool. You can meet my friends.

Yeah, your friends.

Sure, why not.

Hey, listen to this.

They haven't even released it yet.

That's great.

Look, Em, sometimes at these festivals,

there can be a diffusion
of responsibility.

You know, you must not be
that big of a p-funk fan

'cause you do want to hear this.

I just mean that sometimes
inhibitions can go down.

And something that may not have
normally happened could happen.

Or, you know, maybe... maybe it would.

All right, these guys.

Bad idea. Keep your distance.

Eli, I barely know them.

Good. Then your distance will be kept

because from what I'm reading,

these guys are bringing an
entire pharmacy to the concert.

Ecstasy...Speed... Roofies?

And you're worried
something might happen to me?

Well, I care about you, Em.

You're sweet.

Good.

And I care about you, too. Really.

Good. So, you'll be careful.

So careful. Just relax.

Ok.

Em, God, no, no.

I'm... I'm sorry. I just...

you kept IMing me and... never mind.

I was IMing you back to be polite.

No, Em, I'm sorry. I
didn't mean it like...

I'm so fired.

This a bit previous, isn't it?

Polls haven't even closed yet.

If you're looking for my husband,

he's at a press op
for the next few hours.

Is that the one where
they go in the little booth

and they vote for themselves?

That's the one.

Something I said?

We don't believe Addison's
story about the hit and run.

What hit and run?

What was that? What?

What was that between you
just now? What was that?

Nothing.

You should really leave the
lying to the politician's wife.

She's had a lot more
practice than you have.

We believe that Michelle took the fall

in order to cover for someone else.

Someone else?

How much did the governor have to
drink the night of the fundraiser?

What?

No, no, 'cause I can
see he likes to drink.

I can see that much.

I won't stand here while
you throw darts in the dark,

indict my friends and my
husband with your pseudo-science.

Look, Mrs. Brooks. Michelle
Bailey admitted to a hit and run

that she had absolutely
nothing to do with.

And now she's dead.

And you are a bully,

digging through a decent man's trash.

No one's perfect. You'll
find lies wherever you look.

How about you, darling? Hmm?

How'd you get home that night?
'Cause you were there, weren't you?

Yes, that was the night I
spilled wine on my dress.

Red wine. Pinot. Argentinian.

What vintage?

Nothing special.

You see, like I said, we should
really leave the lying to her,

'cause she's much better
at it than you are.

Actually, Jenna and I left together.

I dropped her off at her house.

Janet's using Clara.

You're incredible.

Or the other way around, you know.

Incredible how?

You know. Oh, Clara.

It's that obvious, is it?

Was it that good?

Honestly? No.

'Cause that's what they
were doing when we showed up.

They were getting
their stories straight.

The pinot noir.

Yeah, I mean, do they even
make that in Argentina?

Alfredo Roca, 2007.

Not just a pretty face, are you?

Back to you and Clara.

Really?

Well, she's up to something,

and I want to make sure
you're not compromised.

No, no, it was just a
bit of fun between us.

It was a little bit more than that.

Were you there?

I'm talking about from her perspective.

You don't read faces, do you?

Did I say incredible?
I meant impossible.

Thank you very much.

Let's say that Clara was driving the car

and she ran over the homeless guy.

Are you accusing Clara?

No, it's just theory.
I'm just posing a theory.

The Brooks campaign might feel
obligated to help cover it up.

She is their biggest campaign donor.

Hey. I need to talk to you in private.

Yeah, what is it?

So, it started... Emily, she
friended me on this website.

Hurry up, 'cause I
haven't got much time.

Right. I was worried about
these drugs, these boys...

excuse me?

Uh...

I just felt that somebody
should be looking out for her.

Oh, really?

I...

I just think... Emily kissed me.

Follow me.

So, you kissed my daughter.

No. No. She put her
headphones on me in the lab.

I wanted to show her...

you kissed my daughter.

No, I was trying to
help, and she kissed me.

How was it for you? What?

How was it for you? Was
it good? Did it feel good?

No. I mean, I just was
trying to help her out.

Oh!

Enough said.

What, Reynolds?

I guess Addison won't be around
to see the governor be re-elected.

All right, guys, come on.
Everybody out. Let's go.

He's not the suicide type.

Yeah, well, he wrote the suicide note.

He e-mailed everyone
on the governor's staff.

He admits to covering
up Michelle's hit and run

and that he hired the shooter to
kill her before she could talk.

Now we have to figure
out who wrote this.

Yeah, 'cause he didn't.

Hey, you seen Lightner?

He's in his office waiting for Clara.

Ha. Still fighting that fight, huh?

Don't let him fool you. He loves it.

Let me ask you something.

How can you tell if this thing
is fake if it's been typed?

Word choice, repetition.

The use of passive or active
voice can tell you a lot

about the person who wrote this.

Let me show you.

"A person of my stature",
"someone in my position",

"with regards to a subordinate"...

this is a person who is
preoccupied with power and status.

Power and status, huh?

That sounds like the Trevor
Addison you were describing earlier.

It's all about the pronouns.

Women. We use a lot more
pronouns when we write.

"I", "she," "they."

Men will typically name the person
or thing they're talking about.

So a woman preoccupied with
power and status wrote this.

Yep.

Why?

Why, it's all there.

He covered up for the hit and runs.

You don't believe that, do you?

Another thing or two about suicides...

slippery sorts like Addison,
they don't kill themselves.

What, you think he was murdered?

Michelle and Addison, they both
knew something that got them killed.

I just hope to hell that you
don't know what they knew, love.

You already know I do, don't you?

You didn't drive Janet home that night.

You weren't even in the bloody car.

Janet killed that homeless man.

She was alone. It was an accident.

She was drunk.

Addison made Michelle take the blame,

and then he pulled some
strings to make it go away.

All except Michelle, and that let loose.

That got taken care of
yesterday, didn't it?

Janet and I go way back.

If she knew anything about
Michelle's death, I would...

you'd know?

She'd tell you, right?

Even though you're the major
stakeholder in this firm?

That suicide note was
written by a woman.

Shake.

You lied to me.

You covered up for the
governor's wife at the 11th hour.

I want my firm back.

She picked me earlier today.

She just needed a little more time.

Shake his hand.

I'll be your witness.

You know, these people... they
don't deserve your loyalty.

I think you're better than that.

I want to give you a chance to prove it.

What are you doing here?

I told them. Addison
left too many loose ends.

I don't want to be involved anymore.

Honey, no one's going to
take Clara's word over yours.

Addison forced Michelle
to keep his secret.

When she wouldn't, he had her killed.

She's lying.

Can you prove it?

Yes.

The night of the fundraiser.

Addison rode home in my
limo. You can ask my driver.

Governor Brooks, Michelle
wasn't driving the car

that was involved in the hit and run.

She took the fall for someone else.

Well, it wasn't Addison,
and it certainly wasn't me.

Addison's suicide note
was written by a woman.

It was a fake.

Well, it could have been Clara.

Where were you the night of
the hit and run, Mrs. Brooks?

Well, Clara gave me a ride
home from the fundraiser.

See, even he doesn't believe that one.

Congratulations, governor.

Charles, we have to leave now.

Even you can't be that stupid.

You must have sensed that
something was going wrong.

They said it was nothing.

The FBI are going
through your phone records

and personal hard drives.

Are they gonna find
something about the shooter?

The shooter was a crazed, lone gunman.

Is it the same one that you hired

to take care of Addison in the tub?

I mean, are we gonna find him
sitting on the beach somewhere

counting your money?

Janet, is there any truth
to what they're saying?

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech!

Janet, what did you do?

I was the one holding it all together.

I always have been.

You always said I was your rock.

Oh, God.

I was your rock, Charles.

Charles.

No!

I didn't ask for this.

Yeah, you did, actually, when
you stopped asking questions.

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech!

What can I do to make this right?

Well, you could step down for starters.

Personal reasons, whatever.

I don't care.

Your public's waiting for you, governor.

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech!

We could be a good team.

I got all the team I need.

I know you respect the work
we do here, Clara, but sign.

It's a pleasure doing business with you.

Oh, that's an assassin's
gaze, if ever I saw one.

You said there was no such thing.

Oy.

Looking for this?

What flavor is it?

Pineapple.

Yeah, it is here.

So, you hit him?

You kissed him.

Now he'll never meddle again.

I mean, he may sue you, but
at least he'll never meddle.

So, what were you thinking?

I don't know.

Oh, that rings true.

Maybe kissing him was a little extreme.

Oh, you reckon, do you?

Yeah, but that makes me the apple
that didn't fall far from the tree.

Oh, so, it's my fault, then, is it?

Yeah. It's good you admit this.

No, no, no, no. My point is

that it's not Loker's fault, right?

What?

You didn't.

You did, didn't you?

Hi.

I know you were just trying
to look out for her, right?

And I shouldn't have hit you.

I was wrong.

Physical violence...

Right... is very, very wrong.

Apology accepted.

Dad, come on. Don't blow the apology.

I'm sorry.

Probably should have seen it coming.

What, the kiss?

No, the punch.

You're emotional wildfire
where Emily's concerned.

Bit of ice cream?

It's pineapple.

I like beer.

Go in. Help yourself.

First on the left.

Ok.

What if I hadn't apologized?

Ooh!

Good girl.

Good girl.