Medium (2005–2011): Season 7, Episode 11 - Only Half Lucky - full transcript

Okay, folks... show is over!

It's time for Elvis
to leave the building.

It's a long way down, friend.

Oh.

Who are you?

Where the hell
did you come from?

That doesn't matter.

What matters
is you.

Do you understand
you are about to embark

on a course of action
from which there is

no turning back?



Oh, such a waste!

You're so young,
so filled with promise.

Promise?

In the last two weeks,
I've lost my job,

I lost my apartment,
lost a fight...

So if it's promise
that you're looking for...

I think you may have me
confused with someone else.

Michael...

I can help you.

I can show you how to
turn your life around.

How'd you do that?

Weren't you just over there?

And how'd you
know my name?

I know everything.



I can see
everything.

Come on, Michael,
say yes.

Say yes to me.
Say yes to success.

Yes to success.

Wow. If it was
only that easy.

But it is.

Come on!

Look at yourself.

What have you got to lose?

Sure.

Absolutely!

Yes!

Yes to suc...

Everything okay?

Yeah.
Just had a horrible dream.

My brother Michael.

I'm worried; I think
he might be in trouble.

You needed a dream
to tell you that?

♪ Medium 7x11 ♪
Only Half Lucky
Original Air Date on January 7, 2010

Come on...

Yo!

Yo?

Is that you?
Is this Michael?

I don't know. Who is this?

It's your sister Allison.

Hey, Al!

That is so weird.

I was just going to call you.

After I landed.

Landed?

Are you traveling somewhere?

Yeah, for work.

In fact, I'm going to Phoenix.

That's why I was
going to call you.

You sound good.

You sound happy.

Did you say work?

Yeah, work.

And I am good.

I... I'm happy.

I have a great new job,
a great new life.

So you're not...
depressed or anything?

No.

Why? Should I be?

MAN
Now boarding Flight 72404...

Oh!

Hey, sorry, Al, uh,
my plane's taking off.

I'm gonna have to run.

Hey, when am I going to see you?

What are you doing
for dinner tonight?

I don't know.

What are you
doing for dinner tonight?

Well, come by the house--
around 7:00.

All right, you got it.

Okay, fly safe.

Hey. Hey, sorry I'm late.

Uh, I rushed over
as soon as Devalos called.

Oh, my God.

Ask me if we have
a cause of death.

Okay.

Do we have
a cause of death?

Oh, yeah. Several.

Broken neck, broken back,
punctured lung,

and two or three others I can't
think of off the top of my head.

And all accomplished without
the use of a weapon.

You mean somebody did this
with their bare hands?

That's what the folks

at the medical examiner's
are telling me,

so obviously we're looking
for a very big boy.

His name was Warren Cheswick.

None of his
valuables are missing,

no signs of forced entry.

Neighbors said he's
an absolute peach.

What a horrible
way to die.

Yeah.

Ordinarily, I wouldn't
pull you in so early;

it's just with these new
Charlie Dalton For Mayor ads

that started running
on TV last night...

What are you talking about?
What ads?

You haven't seen 'em?
Oh, you'll love 'em.

According to these ads,
Manny's soft on crime.

Just a big bleeding heart
wearing a fancy suit.

Needless to say, the sooner we
catch the guy who did this,

and turn him over
to Manny, the better.

You know I'm happy to try,
but I'm not very good at this.

I mean, whenever I
go looking for clues,

I almost never find any.

I just... you know,
I'm not a Geiger counter.

Yes, ma'am.

Sorry I'm not a Geiger counter.

Lee!

Find some uranium?

The man that we, we just found
murdered in this room,

I-I-I, I just saw him
taking pictures of a girl

that he had...
he had bound and gagged.

She was... she was dying,

he kept taking pictures
of her, and then he,

he hid the camera
in that book over there.

There.

He's got pictures of at least

three other
girls in here.

I guess Warren Cheswick wasn't
such a peach after all.

Manuel Devalos says he's
the law and order candidate.

But let's look at the facts.

Homicides in Phoenix
are up 12%

over the last four years.

Gun violence is up 14%.

Does that sound like
law and order to you?

Charlie Dalton for Mayor.
Real law.

Real order.

I don't know.

Sounds kind of desperate,
if you ask me.

Mr. District Attorney...

Charlie Dalton has been a
councilman for... half a term.

He's got no record to speak of,
so he's attacking mine.

People see through
this kind of thing.

Look, Manny, you know the
numbers aren't encouraging.

We're down.

And this gap is only
going to get bigger

once this ad goes
into heavy rotation.

We need to hit back.
We have to hit back.

I told you when
I hired you, Justine,

I won't indulge in negative
campaigning. I know,

which is why, up until now,

we have run a very
polite campaign.

a very polite,
ineffective campaign.

Can I ask you something?

As long as you're
polite about it.

Allison DuBois--
why aren't we using her?

What do you mean, "using her"?
Using her how?

Well, for starters, we could
give her everything we have

on Charlie Dalton and see
what she comes up with.

Who knows? Maybe she'll
dream about something

that we can use
against him.

Absolutely not.

I like that.

Speaking without thinking.

Very desirable in
a public official.

Look... with all due respect,
Mr. District Attorney,

what is your
problem with winning?

I don't have a problem
with winning, Ms. Godrich.

I do have a problem

with compromising
friends and colleagues.

Allison DuBois is
an employee of this city,

not my campaign.

So how about we stop wasting
time and energy figuring out

how we can stoop to
Charlie Dalton's level,

and see what we can
do to focus the voters

on the issues that actually
matter in this election?

Yes, sir.

No Allison DuBois.

Change the focus.

Thank you.

200 envelopes, Ms. Godrich.

Stuffed and ready to go.

Would you like me to take
these to the mail room?

No.

Uh, you've been working
on the campaign

for a while now,
huh, Bridgette?

About three weeks.

Why do you ask?

Eh, well, I was just
thinking that maybe,

uh, maybe a little
promotion was in order.

Ta-da!

Oh, look at you!

Oh, look at you,
look at you, look at you.

Give me a hug,
already.

Wow, nice suit! What'd
you do, mug an undertaker?

Yeah, I know I'm a
little overdressed,

but I came here right from work
'cause I didn't want to be late.

I'm sorry, you
came from where?

Yeah, I know.
I know.

Come in!
Thanks.

If you'd told me a year ago

I'd be working as
a pharmaceutical rep,

I would've laughed
in your face.

I mean, if you'd told me a year
ago I'd be working at all,

I would've laughed.

So what is it
you actually do?

Well, basically,
I sell drugs to doctors.

Are you a
drug dealer?

Marie!

Well, kind of, but...

the kind of drugs I sell
are the kind you take

when you're sick
and trying to get better.

So how'd you hear
about this job?

Did you see an ad
in the paper?

Uh, heard about it
through a friend.

A friend? Who?

Ooh, ooh, it's past 9:00.

Ah, busted.

All right. Come on, girls.

Say good night to
your uncle Michael.

Girls, I'll check
in on you.

Good night, sweetie.

Love you,
sweetheart.

All right, quit staring at me.

I'm sorry, I'll... I'll try.

I just been worried about you.

I dreamt about you.

Uh-oh.

That's never good.

You were pretty messed up.

You were standing
on this bridge.

Yeah, well... I've stood
on a few bridges in my time,

but don't worry,
I'm not that guy anymore.

In my dream, this guy showed up.

He talked you out of it.

Is he the one?

Is he the one who told you
about this job,

who helped you straighten up?

Hey, look.

The Best You
You Can Be.

Yeah, turn it over.

Do you recognize him?

I sure do.

Hey, thanks for
helping my brother.

Carson Churchill.

Yeah, he'd written, like,
15 books before he died.

He's helped thousands of people,
and now he just helps me.

Still?

Every day.

Mom!

All right.

Looks like
you're needed.

I'll, um, go and say
good night with you

and then head back
to the hotel.

Hotel? Aren't you
staying on the couch?

No. Like I said, I'm...
I'm not that guy anymore.

But I got an extra key,
so if the kids

want to come use the pool
after school tomorrow.

Let me get this straight.

Your little brother's got
himself a dead life coach?

Or should I say,
a life coach who's dead.

Or maybe I got it right
the first time.

Stop it.
That's not funny.

Really? I don't know.

Speaking only for myself,
I find this very amusing.

My brother really believes
in this guy.

"My life is my success,
my success is my life."

What does that
actually mean?

Oh, wait, I didn't read
the most important part.

"$14.99. Also available in
audio book and e-book formats."

Sorry, but I'm very dubious
about people who charge money

to tell you how to
succeed in life,

when their secret
is so obvious.

Oh, really? It's obvious?

Sure, just charge
people like your brother

money for the secret.

You know,
you're not being fair.

There's some pretty interesting
things in here.

Like what?

Like, "Success comes
from good judgment,

"good judgment
comes from experience,

experience comes from
bad judgment."

Well, if that's true, then
your brother is gonna be

the most successful
man on the planet.

I'm just saying,

life is a, is a long-distance
run, not a one-month sprint.

And I, for one, am not
breaking out the champagne

for your brother.

Not yet.

Nerve-racking, isn't it?

Just remember, she's just
as nervous as you are.

Everyone else he's interviewed
for the position

was just as nervous
as you are.

This is crazy.

I'm never gonna
get this job.

In case you
haven't heard,

I'm a loser.

You know, when I walk
down the street,

beggars give me money.

Look at my resume.

It's got more holes in
it than a golf course.

None of that matters.

Not today.

Everyone's a loser
at some point.

Some people just choose
not to accept it.

My birth name's not
Carson Churchill.

It's Hobart Carson.

Hobie Carson.

I chose to become
Carson Churchill.

Just like you are choosing
to become somebody else today.

I don't know.

Okay, Michael.

I need you to do
something for me.

Close your eyes.

Now take a deep breath.

Look, I am trying
to get a job here,

I'm not trying to
give birth, okay?

I am trying
to help you relax.

Now close your eyes.

Breathe in
through your mouth...

and out through your nose.

One more time.

Talk to you soon.

Look forward to it.

Nice.

It seems you hit it
out of the park in there.

What the hell
just happened?

I helped you a little.

I hope you don't mind.

What do you
mean "helped"?

I don't even remember
having the interview.

I helped you relax,
then when you loosened up a bit,

I, uh, took the wheel
for a while.

I jumped in.

I took the controls.

I did the interview for you.

And I was brilliant.

What do you mean,
"took the controls"?

Is that even possible?

Mm, tricky, but doable.

It's easier if you're relaxed,
you know, open to the process.

And you can't
argue with results.

Uh, but here's
the thing, though.

You got a brand-new job now,
you got promise,

but if you're gonna
be a success at it,

you're gonna need my help.

Don't I know it.

But I'm not finished yet.

My willingness to help you
is conditional.

I need a little quid pro quo.

Uh, you want to push

the elevator
button, Michael?

What kind of quid pro quo
are you talking about?

I died before my life's
work was finished.

I got things I need to do,
people I need to inspire.

And to do that,
I need a body.

Your body,
to be exact.

My body?

Yeah.

Uh, the thing is,
I'm kind of using it now.

No, no, I know.

What I'm proposing
is, um...

I guess you'd call it a
time-share arrangement.

I help you with
your career,

we build a new and
better Michael Benoit,

and in exchange,

you let me... get
behind the wheel.

For a couple hours,
every now and then.

You want me
to loan my body to you?

- Sis.
- Okay, who am I talking to?

Right now.

Are you you or are you him?

What the hell are you--

Are you Carson
or are you Michael?

Have you completely
lost your mind?!

I think you are making way
too big a deal out of this.

Am I?
Hey, is that even possible?

You've given control of your
body to another person, Michael.

I don't think there's any
bigger deal than that,

or a dumber one.

It's not dumb,
it's business, okay?

He helps me,
I help him, end of story.

He could do anything
when he's in control!

Anything.

Doesn't that even concern you?

This is what he's doing.

This is what he's using me for:
his new book.

After he died, he knew
he had another book in him,

but he had no way of writing it
until he met me.

He types, Allison.
That's what he does.

While I'm sleeping,

he takes over my body,
and he types.

He types?

Yeah.

While I'm sleeping.

That's the only catch.

He can only take over the wheel
when I'm completely relaxed.

But the nice thing is...

I never feel
as if I've lost any time.

So now you know everything.

You know, in a couple weeks,
once he's finished,

I'll miraculously discover
his completed manuscript

at a yard sale or something.

I'll take it to his
old publisher who can sell it,

and then Carson
will get the credit,

his widow
will get the cash,

and after that,
we are done.

Say something.

Hello.

Lee.

Yeah.

Okay, I can be there
in about 15 minutes. See you.

It's work. I got to go.

Believe me, I understand.

What can
I tell you?

You got me?

I killed Warren Cheswick,
and I'd do it again.

He had it coming.

Why do you say that,
Mr. Bumgarner?

He murdered my sister.

Carla Bumgarner.

She disappeared three years ago.

You guys claimed you never
figured out who took her.

But when I found out
the truth...

Well, you know the rest.

Wait a second.

What do you mean, the truth?

Warren Cheswick
was never a suspect

in your sister's disappearance,
or in any crime, for the matter.

We had no idea what he was up to
until we found him dead.

Well, maybe
you didn't suspect Cheswick,

but someone at the Phoenix PD
sure as hell did.

What are you talking about?

A few days ago,

I was in the waiting room
of my cardiologist's office.

Takes a lot supplements
to get a body like this.

Left me with a bad heart.

Doc says, without a transplant,
I'll be lucky to see 50.

Anyway, there's this other
guy waiting that day,

and we got to talking.

Said he used to be a detective
with the Phoenix PD.

Had to retire
after a heart attack.

Anyway, he recognizes my
last name-- Bumgarner.

Not easy to forget, right?

Said he worked, uh,
Carla's case.

That it was a shame

that you guys couldn't take
down the guy who did it.

You knew it was Cheswick,

but you just couldn't
pin it on him.

What was this officer's name?

Uh, Federer.

Isaac Federer, I think.

It's weird.

What's that?

You know, I worked
the disappearance

of Carla Bumgarner.

I don't remember anyone
named Isaac Federer

on that task force.

As a matter of fact,
I can't remember

ever meeting a detective
named Isaac Federer.

I'm home.

Keep your applause to a minimum.

Hello, Bridge.

Where's Mom?

She and Marie went to go
get chicken for dinner.

Chicken! Excellent.

What you got going on here?

What is this, homework?

No. This is all
for the campaign.

Actually, I got a promotion.

Really!
Yep.

The lady who's running
the campaign gave me

all this stuff about the man
Mr. Devalos is running against.

She wants to see
if I can dream about him.

Really.

Does your mom know about this?

No.

Manuel Devalos is going to be
the next mayor of Phoenix.

You can either get on board now,
or you can miss the boat.

It's your call.

Yeah, I don't call that number
getting on board.

You're going to have to dig
a little deeper.

Yeah, well, keep digging.

Uh, you know what?
I have to call you back.

Is everything
all right?

I don't know.

Did you actually ask
a 12-year-old girl

to help us find information
we could use against Dalton?

What's the issue, Manuel?

She's not an employee.

She's 12.

Gosh.

I just thought she
was kind of short.

So did she see something?

Wow.

You really don't
have a problem with this.

With what? Wanting to win?

Let me tell you
a little something

about elections,
Mr. District Attorney.

And I know you've been
through your fair share of them,

but you only have to think
about it every four years.

Me? This is my job all year,
every year.

No one is going
to remember you

for the wonderful
campaign you ran.

They're only going
to remember you for winning

or, worse still, losing.

You're down ten points, Manny.

Ten.

So, what's it going to be?

Do you want to be
the next mayor of Phoenix,

or are you running
for Miss Congeniality?

Hardly a day goes by

I don't think
about him.

That son of a bitch that
killed your sister.

We knew it was him.

Those bureaucrats at
the prosecutor's office

told us we didn't have
enough evidence to convict.

But trust me.

A cop knows when he's
looking at his perp.

So this guy got a name?

The one you're certain
killed my sister.

Yeah, he's
got a name.

Warren Cheswick.

Al, what are
you doing here?

Does the name Jason Bumgarner
mean anything to you?

How about Warren Cheswick?

No. Never heard of him.

Never heard of
either of them.

And I imagine
you don't remember going

to a cardiologist
a few days ago?

Three days ago... nope.

Three days ago was
all headshrinkers.

Your friend Carson
is lying to you.

When he takes over,
he's not just typing.

Three days ago,
he went

into a cardiologist's office.

He talked to this man,
Jason Bumgarner.

He was inhabiting your body
when he did it.

Okay, so maybe he knows
this Bumgarner guy

from when he was alive.
No, Michael.

Carson pretended he
was a police officer.

He told Bumgarner he knew
the name of the man

who killed his sister--
a man named Warren Cheswick.

And the next day,
Bumgarner killed Cheswick.

Michael, you gotta...
you gotta put a stop to this.

You gotta tell him
that this deal is off.

Why?
I just told you why.

He used you
to get somebody killed.

No, he used me to get
a murderer killed.

That's what you
just said, right?

That this one guy murdered
the other guy's sister?

That's not the point.

Well, it is to me.

So maybe Carson was just trying

to bring this guy's sister
a little justice.

Is that such a bad thing?

Yes. Yes. It's a very bad thing.

He might have made you
an accessory to murder.

I don't think so.

All I did was
say something to somebody.

The rest of it--
that was their doing.

Michael, I know you respect him,

I know that he's done
a lot for you,

but he's not being honest
with you.

Well, I disagree.

So, I'm sorry if you

don't like what's
going on here,

but I'm not backing
out of anything.

I owe this guy too much.

Yes?

The lady at security
said you wanted

to see me when
I got in.

Please, have a seat, Bridgette.

Listen.

I just wanted to apologize about
what happened the other day.

Ms. Godrich should never
have asked you to look

for information that we could
use against Charlie Dalton.

That's okay.

No, it isn't.

But I just wanted to tell you
how much I really appreciate

the work you're doing
on my campaign.

And, provided you still
feel comfortable here,

I'd very much like you
to stay on.

Sure. It's not as if
I was going anyplace.

And besides, I think you're
going to be a great mayor.

Thank you.

Coming from you,
that means a lot.

Is there something else?

Actually, there is.

You know, I did see something

when I was looking at that
stuff that lady gave me.

Now that I've seen it,

I can't exactly unsee it,
you know?

Well, maybe you can't unsee it,

but I can still choose
not to ask you about it.

It's just not how I want
to win this election.

But what if you end up losing
'cause I didn't tell you?

That's a risk I'm willing
to take.

If Charlie Dalton has
a few skeletons in his closet,

well, I'm willing
to leave them there.

But that's the thing.

What if I told you
he's not the only one

with skeletons you need
to worry about?

Oh, wow.

I don't mean to
intrude, but, uh...

you look how I feel.

I beg your pardon.

Well, uh, this
bench-- this is where

I usually come when
I've had a crappy day.

So imagine my surprise when
I show up and see someone

who looks just about as
depressed as I feel.

What's the matter,
if you don't mind me asking?

I proposed to my wife
on this bench.

She died two weeks ago.

Oh.

So sorry to hear that.

Thank you.

I'm Ken.
Ken Corrigan.

Carson.

So what happened
to you today?

Ah... just job stuff.

Just stress.
Nothing like your thing.

Mind if I, uh,
de-stress?

Mmm.

Ah.

Want to tip one
back for your wife?

Wish I could.

God, I wish I could.

I'm an alcoholic.

Kathy-- my wife--

she stayed with me
for a decade

when I was
a falling-down drunk.

Been on the wagon
for more than a year now.

Well, suit
yourself, but, uh,

the good thing
about the wagon is,

you can always
get back on.

Yeah.

Just a nip, right?

That's right.

Whoa.

Easy there, champ.

Oh, my God.

What am I doing?

I'm sorry.

I have to go.

Yeah, 911?

I'd like to report
a drunk driver.

He's, uh, pulling out
of Boyd Park right now.

Someone should really pick
him up before he hurts somebody.

Yeah. Ken Corrigan.

Says here that, uh,

the guy blew just over
the limit for a DUI.

Why do you care?
I'm not sure.

What else does it
say in that report?

Corrigan begged the arresting
officer not to write him up.

Apparently, he's, uh,
got a heart condition.

He's on the waiting list
for a transplant.

It turns out the guy's
a recovering alcoholic,

so they won't transplant him
until he spends

a certain amount of time
on the wagon.

The guy says a DUI
would bump him

way back down the waiting list.

Hey, wait a second.

That big guy we arrested
the other day--

the one who killed
Warren Cheswick--

didn't he have
a bad heart?

Wasn't he waiting for
a heart transplant?

That's what he said.

Why do you ask?

I got to run.

Thanks for your
help, Lee.

Uh, I got to talk to you.

About what?

About the fact that Carson
wasn't writing yesterday?

That he was, in
fact, at Boyd Park

trying to talk an alcoholic
into taking a drink?

Yeah, I know
all about it.

They have apps where you can
record things with these phones.

So, before I went to sleep,

I started recording
and just let it keep recording.

I got some pretty
interesting stuff.

MICHAEL The good
thing about the wagon is,

you can always get back on.

Michael, I think
I know what Carson is doing.

I mean, both
of these people

that he's interfering with,
they're both sick.

They're both in line
to get heart transplants.

The thing is, they keep a list

of who's eligible
for those hearts.

And these things that he's
trying to convince them to do--

commit a felony, get a DUI--

they bump you
down the list.

His wife, she's sick.

He told me about it
the first time we met.

She has heart disease
and needs a transplant.

Carson was worried that she
wouldn't be healthy enough

for the operation by the time
a heart became available to her.

So he's trying to move her
up the list.

But how many people are ahead
of her on that list?

Six? 12? 20?

And even if I told them
the deal was off,

what difference does it make?

He's still gonna take over
my body once I fall asleep

whether I allow
him to or not.

How do we stop him?

I have no idea.

I guess I should
have known

he'd end up on
our couch eventually.

They just go together.

Hey, he needs
this right now.

He's devastated.

Oh, really?

The last time I checked,
the cure for devastation

wasn't a fistful of NoDoz
and a pot of coffee.

We have
to keep him awake.

If he falls asleep,
Carson Churchill takes over.

It's the only way
I can think of

to keep Michael Michael.

Do me a favor.
Fill this up with water.

I gotta get his laundry
out of the dryer.

We have a name
for people like you:

"success blockers."

Sometimes they're
our friends.

More often than not,
they're family.

You think you want Michael
to live up to his potential,

but the truth is
you prefer him this way:

broken, sleeping on
your couch, dependent.

It's a shame.

He and I were making
so much progress.

Progress, right.

Using him to bump people
with heart problems

off a transplant list.

That was about helping him.

I saved your brother's life

Without me,
he's a bent penny

someone finds on
the railroad tracks.

Don't you think I deserve
something for that?

You want to know what I think?

I think what you're doing's
reprehensible.

Look, I'm sorry
that your wife is sick,

but the people who are on
that list ahead of her

are there for a reason.

You make it sound like
I murdered them.

Didn't you?

I put them in situations

where they were forced
to make decisions.

Jason Bumgarner decided

he'd rather have revenge
than a new heart.

Ken Corrigan decided he'd rather
have a drink.

Everything those men did,
they did of their own volition.

Yeah, you just put them
on cliffs,

it's not like you pushed.

You need to let him
go to sleep, Mrs. DuBois.

What?

You heard me.

It's going to happen eventually,
it might as well be tonight.

There are still a few
names on that list

he and I need to attend to.

You are insane.

Ultimately, it won't be
up to you.

You can't keep him awake
forever.

And when he nods off,
I'll be back at the wheel.

Or I could always
accelerate things,

stop putting people on cliffs,
as you put it,

start strangling them
with my own bare hands.

My bare hands will be
Michael's bare hands, of course.

You go to Hell.

Smoke bothering you?

I can move if you want.

Yeah, I'd like
you to move.

Closer.

Right.

Fellow traveler, huh?

You want one?

Do I want one?
Absolutely.

Can I have one?
Absolutely not.

I quit cold turkey
six months ago.

Wow.
Good for you.

Well, I ruined the
heart God gave me,

now I'm waiting
for another one.

and the doctors tell me
I won't get it

if I have one of those.

Well, have they offered you
a new heart yet?

So one smoke,
for old times' sake.

How are they gonna know?

Nah, they say the call
could come in any day.

Well, that seems
kind of vague.

Could be tomorrow, could be
six months from now.

I won't tell if you won't.

I guess one won't hurt.

You got a light?
Indeed I do.

It hasn't happened yet.

You wanted to see me?

Shut the door, would you?

So, Bridgette DuBois did
see something the other day.

You're welcome.

So? Tell me, tell me, tell me.

Well, do you
remember

when I interviewed you
about managing my campaign?

You told me I should hire you

because you had
worked with Charlie Dalton,

managed his first run
for city council?

Sure. Okay.

And as I'm sure you'll recall,

Charlie's district was largely
comprised of families of means.

His kind of people,
I think he called them.

But there was also
a less moneyed

part of his district that
absolutely despised him.

Okay... yes... yeah.

Uh, what did Charlie do?

It's not what Charlie did,
Justine, it's what you did.

I beg your pardon?

You were paying an
election worker named Eugene

to destroy the ballots at his
polling place on election day.

Took me a few days,
but with Bridgette's help

I was able to identify
that worker as Eugene Krebs.

He manned the polling place

in the poorest part of
Charlie's district that year.

This is... this is crazy.

We're talking about something
some kid saw in her head.

You can't prove it.

But I can try.

How about if I launch
an official investigation,

see what Eugene Krebs has
to say on the matter?

I think that
both you and I know

that I'm not a big fan of
mud-slinging, dirty politics,

negative anything.

So why don't you
pack your things and go?

Justine...

there is one more phone call
I'd like you to make.

Call Charlie Dalton.

Tell him what
we discussed here this morning.

And make it clear to him

that if he continues
to campaign negatively,

I will start that investigation.

Carson?

Hobie. Do you mind if
I call you "Hobie"?

I mean, my brother
told me you hate that,

but you seem more like a
Hobie than a Carson to me.

This is just sad.

Why are you so
bound and determined

to stand in the way
of your brother's success?

Perhaps you'd rather
just visit him in jail.

You know what's funny?

My brother, even after all this,

he likes you.

He thinks that you helped him.

I mean,
he hates what you're doing.

He hates that you lied to him,

but he doesn't think
you're a monster.

Even after I told him
what you said last night,

about being willing to commit
murder to get what you wanted,

being willing to send him
to prison forever,

he didn't believe it.

He thinks
you're better than that.

Well, he's wrong.

No, I know.

You know what? You can
put those cigarettes away.

You're not going to trick anyone
into smoking today.

What's this?

Those are my brother's
reenlistment papers.

Yeah.

We stopped by the recruiting
office this morning,

before he fell asleep.

If you don't leave
my brother alone,

and if you don't end this
right here, right now,

I'll file those papers.

He'll do another tour of duty.

They'll deploy him,
and who knows where,

but it's not going
to be in Phoenix,

It's not going
to be anywhere near

any of those people who are
ahead of your wife on that list.

Smart play.

Well, I'll tell Michael
that you said so.

It was his idea.

Boy's got promise.

He's just a late bloomer.

Do me a favor.

Tell him there's nothing
I did for him

that he can't keep doing
for himself.

Tell him...

that he can
still be a success.

Tell him he can still be
the best Michael he can be.

Well, I think
he knows that already,

but I'll pass
that message along.

Hey, Carson. Michael.

Hey, hey.
You can't sleep here.

Wow. We're here.

So what's the verdict?

Am I back in the Army?

Ah, no, not today.

No, you know what?
You read him exactly right.

Much better than I did.

See, that's why you're
such a great salesman.

Pardon me.

Would you mind scooting
over a bit, so I can sit?

You know what?
We were just leaving.

I have to get
back to work.

It's all yours.