The Good Fight (2017–…): Season 6, Episode 9 - The End of Democracy - full transcript
Okay.
"Throughout his life..."
No. "Throughout his career,
"Frank Landau brought
Illinois Democrats together.
"During the Bush years,
the rise of extremism.
And now he's brought us
together one last time."
Was that a grimace?
No.
It looked like you winced.
No. A tear in my eye.
You really didn't
have to do this.
I'm home for two weeks, I'm
going to spend it with my wife.
I will find you a drink just
as soon as we get there.
Don't worry about it.
I'm not going to say a word.
Keep going.
"On issues like
Roe v. Wadeand...
"the NRA,
Frank always had his
heart in the right place."
"Frank..."
Who was that?
Mm.
Nothing, it's just a client.
Please make a
U-turn when safe.
He still hasn't
called? Neil Gross?
No.
- Do we know where he is?
- We think Fiji.
But he should've been
back last Thursday.
Do we think he's found
another law firm?
Please make a
U-turn when safe.
Well, Chumhum has no
outstanding litigation,
so my guess is he's
playing the field.
He'll be at the memorial, right?
Frank Landau's
widow invited him.
All right, so, let's
just corner him
and make our last pitch.
Please make a U-turn...
No, I won't! You fucking think
I'm in fucking Baltimore.
My God.
You have arrived.
Please park where safe.
Okay.
What if we left?
Right now?
I mean, I made an appearance.
People saw me.
Well, we haven't
even gone inside.
I know, but I can...
I can feel the
judgment from out here.
Why would they judge you?
I'm a Gold.
And Frank Landau's family
didn't invite my dad.
They probably blame me.
Blame you because an anti-Semite
wants to murder a Jew?
Who said it had to make sense?
Wait a minute, stand over there.
- Why?
- Zev, just do it.
- Oh, my God.
- What?
It's not me. Come
on, take my arm.
Who was that?
- Marissa.
- No, the guy.
I don't know.
Her boyfriend?
So, is he here?
Neil Gross?
No, not yet. His
second-in-command is.
Todd.
There are two other
firms on the hunt.
Colvin & Marcy.
Oh, I know them. Smaller.
And Russell Carton & Associates.
- Oh, that's a good one.
- Anything else?
Gross is buying up
land in Puerto Rico.
- Why?
- No idea.
Okay, all right,
so, when we see him,
let's just all text
each other. Okay?
How long do we have to stay?
Memorials not your scene?
Small talk is not my scene.
Want me to rescue
your boyfriend?
He's not my boyfriend. He's
my Krav Maga instructor.
Sure.
Hey, Zev? Your fiancée
wants to have a word.
Were you getting lonely, "dear"?
She wanted a drink.
You really come alive
at memorials, huh?
It's when I'm happiest.
I'm grabbing a
drink. Want anything?
An Old Fashioned.
Tell me if you see Ben-Baruch.
- He's coming here?
- A long story.
So we're getting married, huh?
In Carmen's mind. She's
particularly melodramatic today.
No drinks?
Then you have a few minutes.
For what?
Jay, what are we doing?
You don't have to do this,
but there are
people who need us.
What are we talking about?
Something bigger than all this.
Who's that?
A way to help
our community.
Jay, I'm not you. You
want to better the world.
I want to better my life.
They have money.
It's not just that we
want Puerto Rico's law school
to have national stature,
we also want students
and faculty engaged
in the community...
Look, nothing's
been decided yet.
We're still considering you.
Do you know when
Neil is arriving?
Unfortunately, he's been
called away to Beijing.
We'll arrange a call.
Fuck.
Do you find swearing helps?
All the fuckin' time.
We need to get him on the phone.
I've been trying.
He won't pick up.
How many will we lose
if we lose Chumhum?
Half of tech. 30 clients.
More.
We're about to begin. Please
move into the Great Room.
I know my rights!
You have no idea...
- Hey.
- Hey! Hey.
I want my lawyer. I know my
rights and I want my lawyer!
Stand up. Back
against the door.
Fuck you.
Fine. You don't
want your call.
Wait, wait, wait.
Get back here.
Hands. Show me hands.
How am I gonna make my
call with no hands, huh?
I know my rights. You're not
holding my receiver for me.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up.
You have no fucking idea
who you're dealing with.
Attorney/client privilege.
Back the fuck off!
Good job.
Stanley, Berkeley & Associates.
Mid-level firm.
Five partners. Mostly
criminal defense.
In The Loop. White shoe.
What she said.
Stanley, Berkeley &
Associates. How may I help you?
John Lincoln. Right away.
May I tell him what
this is regarding?
No, you may not. Just tell
him it's Buck, squad eight.
One moment.
You're a new-hire. John
Lincoln is at lunch.
He asked you to just handle
the prep for the bond hearing
before he gets there.
But if he's a white supremacist,
is he gonna want to
work with someone Black?
- No.
- So...?
It's up to you.
Not yet. You gotta
make him sweat.
Your name is Carmen
Alden. Say it.
- I'm Carmen Alden.
- And you're a bit harried.
John keeps shoving
too many cases at you.
You're eating a salad
in the conference room
with other associates.
This is what it looks like.
I know. I interviewed there.
They didn't want me.
Good. Use your memory of it.
You're out the door
to meet him now.
Walk as you talk. Okay?
This is Carmen Alden.
Who is this please?
Who are you?
Mr. Lincoln's
associate.
He's at lunch, but he asked me
to prep for your bond hearing.
No, I don't know you, lady.
That's okay. Mr. Lincoln
briefed me on your needs.
This is bullshit. He's
supposed to be available.
And he will be.
But Mr. Lincoln knows
that if we don't jump
on this right now, the
police will be thrilled
to keep you in there
over the weekend.
You unfortunately chose
a Friday to get arrested.
Get me someone else there. I
wanna talk to somebody else.
Look, I don't
have time for this.
Okay? I have other cases.
Call again on Monday.
No, no, wait, wait.
I need out today.
Understood. I'm
20 minutes away.
If you get any harassment,
tell the guard on duty that
"John has your number."
Now sit tight. And don't
tell anybody anything.
You understand?
Keep your fuckin' mouth shut.
- Okay.
- I believed you.
- What's your size?
- My size?
Clothes. Your size?
- Six.
- We need you in work attire.
No. Let's play it like I
was going to a funeral.
I think work
attire would be better...
Actually, she's right. Let's
stick closer to the truth.
Okay, we've got 20 minutes
to prep you. Let's go.
Good afternoon.
If you don't recognize me...
Uh, hello?
Good afternoon. If you
don't recognize me,
I'm the new head of the
DNC, I'm Johnny Elfman.
And this is how the midterms
are going for me, so far.
Some stairs. In Georgia.
I fell down the stairs.
Time has not been very good
to the Democratic Party.
The Supreme Court.
Republican obstructionism.
School shootings.
There are more children
killed every year
from firearms than cancer, and
the NRA still doesn't care.
And now here we are,
gathered today over the loss
of Frank Landau, a
man who truly cared...
Whoa.
A man who truly cared.
We'll be hearing from friends...
We'll be hearing from friends
and admirers of Frank.
So, please, wipe
away those tears,
and let's remember what
Frank always told us.
Who is he?
A client.
I recognize
him from Tel Aviv.
- He's a criminal.
- Okay.
Let's not get too
confrontational, hubby.
After graduating from
Yale, I struggled
with nepotism and
small-mindedness.
And I'll never forget the
words that Frank offered me:
"You can beat anyone if
you put your mind to it."
And that's all I needed to
become the top lawyer in D.C.
And one of the 30 most
eligible bachelors
under 40 in the D.C. area,
according to Law Lifemagazine.
Frank used to say to me,
"Dan, I know that you,
Daniel Grey, are the
future of this party."
That was Frank. He had
that kind of vision.
The best way to talk
about Frank is to talk
about myself and the successes
we had at the AFL-CIO.
When Frank chose me to
lead those negotiations,
he knew he chose a leader.
And frankly, no pun intended,
lead, I did.
In our breaking
headline story this hour,
reporting live from
Washington, D.C.
Although information
is not yet available,
in a second apparent leak,
the conservative majority
of the Supreme Court
decided to overturn
gay marriage.
In what appears to be an
initial draft decision,
the Court assets
that gay marriage
does not enjoy
privacy protection.
Oh, Jesus.
We have
been unable to confirm
this leaked document's
authenticity, but the...
We're opening early.
"Even though
this Court's earlier ruling
"on abortion concluded
it would have no impact
on gay marriage, we
changed our minds."
The draft opinion
cited Creetin Spencer,
an 11th century Thessaloniki
judge who wrote:
"Smote me not thy heed,
sleepeth not with thy brethren."
After the Supreme
Court's decision
to reverseRoe v. Wade...
There's not enough
whiskey in the world.
To
offer a preview
of the Court's potential rulings
suggesting the right-winged
controlled Court
may return to the issues
of contraception access
and marriage equality.
This one hurts.
Taken from us too young,
he hadn't even turned 70 yet.
I believe in the future
of the Democratic Party.
Please remember to
turn off your phones.
What's going on?
Gay marriage.
- I
- believe in tomorrow.
I believe we're coming back.
And now for
our final speaker.
A friend who worked with
Frank for two decades.
Ms. Diane Lockhart.
Diane Lockhart.
Is she here?
Diane. Your speech. Come on.
You okay?
Peachy.
Well.
Hello. Here we all are.
Every Democrat that
tried to do something.
We came to bury Frank
Landau, not to praise him.
And it looks like
we're gonna bury
the Democratic Party instead.
Because let's face it, folks.
We're fucked.
Thank you for sharing.
If we could all bow our heads.
Here's to democracy
and your life's work.
I liked your speech.
What?
I saw your speech. I liked it.
- All 30 words?
- 40.
I tend to count words in my
mind. I'm not proud of it.
I thought you weren't
coming, Mr. Gross.
I wasn't. But I had
a dream last night.
About what?
It was about the
end of the world.
It's hard to make money
at the end of the world.
Maybe you could
sell seat cushions.
That's what I always
liked about you, Diane.
You said exactly what
you thought to me.
Well, I'm going home.
What should we do about it?
About my going home?
No, the end of the
Democratic Party?
You're fucked, so now what?
I so don't give a shit anymore.
Yeah, you do. That's
why it bothers you.
Burn it all the fuck
down and start over.
I can't think of any other way.
You mean square one?
Yeah. We have to
rethink everything.
Why didn't we create
a Federalist society
back in the '80s?
Why didn't we groom
our own judges?
Why don't we go on the attack
when a judicial seat opens up?
Why didn't we get rid
of the Electoral College
and this fucking filibuster?
We're the majority, and
yet the minority rules.
- Really?
- Keep going.
The superdelegates, they
either have to go away
or fall in line
behind a candidate
that's not 90 years old.
And we have got to invest
in younger candidates
who-who have the energy
and the passion to rebuild,
to reinvigorate, and to
actually rebrand the...
No, stop... God, stop me.
- Shoot me.
- Why? Why?
Oh, it's a habit. It's a tick.
Feeling hopeful, and
then imagining some
optimistic scenario.
Hell, let's do it.
What does that mean, "do it"?
It means all your ideas,
everything you just said,
let's do it.
Do it how?
No, I'm going home
with my NRA husband,
and hydrating so that I don't
have a hangover tomorrow.
Goodbye.
Diane, do you know
what I'm worth?
My guess is a lot.
$680 billion.
Unlike my billionaire brethren,
I have not bought rockets, or
Twitter, or Mars, or Lanai.
I am looking around
for how I can
help the world with my money.
Okay. And how do
you plan to do that?
I want to buy the
Democratic Party.
This is the white supremacist
group, the Michigan Army.
They're strategically provoking
a race war in Chicago.
They fired the
shots at our firm.
This is the man you're
going to meet. Buck Burns.
He was on his way to
the historically Black
college campus of Wilson
Clayman with a fertilizer bomb.
What do you need?
Names. Any operations.
The smallest piece
of information helps.
Our intelligence
is like a mosaic.
It would help if
you could be more specific.
We really don't...
Who put that bomb together?
And what happens when
you're done with him?
What do you mean?
Are you killing him?
No. But we'll keep him
out of circulation.
How do you do that?
With great dexterity.
He will be well fed.
He will be given
meaningful work.
Access to worthy books.
And a social scene that
encourages a more fruitful path.
We're not
killers, Carmen.
We're the good guys.
We're the defense.
Come with me.
We'll be watching, but
if you feel yourself
in danger just say, "I
gotta call the office."
- Understand?
- Yes.
Your cell phone.
- What?
- Give me your phone.
- Oh, damn.
- What?
Ben-Baruch. Give
me one minute.
Be quick.
Where are you? Have
you abandoned me here?
I had to rush out.
And now I have to ask a favor.
Where did you rush to?
Everybody's flirting
with my plus-one,
even though they
think he's my fiancé.
Thank you for that, by the way.
I don't have much time, Marissa.
I forgot, I was supposed
to meet Ben-Baruch
at the memorial to
introduce him around.
Now you want me to?
Please. Do you see him?
No. But I did earlier.
What does he want?
I don't know. I
think political influence.
Just apologize for
me. I had to rush off.
Okay, but you owe me.
Oh, yeah. Make
it something good.
- Ready?
- Yes.
And remember, he's
a dangerous man.
So be wary.
- Mm-hmm.
- Wary but calm?
Why do you need a lawyer at all?
If it's a fake police station,
why not a fake lawyer?
The real is always
better, don't you think?
Then why not your lawyer? Him.
Mr. Elkin has been targeted
by the Michigan Army.
They have a photo of him.
And you too, Jay.
Just get us the
information we need.
That's the best
way to stop them.
But you can't just buy
the Democratic Party.
Oh, sure I can.
They-they want a savior, I
want the country to work.
And it's not just
the money to me.
The country needs to survive
for my money to mean anything.
And the country will only
survive if there is balance.
So, just think of
me as a counterpart
to Rupert Murdoch.
Neil, we live in a
polluted body politic
where facts don't
matter anymore.
You'd have to cut through
all the lies on Facebook.
No. I'll just buy it.
- Buy what?
- Facebook.
Mark is tired of the headaches.
He might put it in play.
Look at all those fireflies.
Aren't they beautiful?
I guess I just don't understand
what you're thinking.
I mean, what are
your actual policies?
Well, why don't you tell
me what I'm thinking.
I just heard you up here
in front of the Democrats
saying that what they
were doing was fucked.
Well, I agree. So,
what should they do?
You just said to me out there,
why not burn down the
Democratic Party and start over?
Well, here I am!
Mr. Moneybags to
make it happen.
I don't want to dig
a tunnel under L.A.
I want democracy to work.
So, let's do it.
Legal experts
believe that 11 states
will outlaw gay
marriage outright
and 14 others will require
some kind of union certificate
granted by a judge.
Said certificates will require
meetings with probationary
marital observers
to establish...
They don't care about killing
children out of the womb.
Who the hell needs
an AR-15 these days?
When did Republicans
go from crazy to evil?
A beer please.
I know you, don't I?
No, I don't think so.
The NRA protest.
We chained ourselves
to the doors.
No, no, I don't
think that was me.
You were so nice.
You kept me from
getting pepper-sprayed.
This is the man
I told you about.
At the "March For Our Lives."
He kept the police off me.
How did you get
inside the building?
Did you break in with
the earlier group?
No. I was heading
out to lunch.
Headed out? What do you mean?
I work with the NRA. Thanks.
Nice meeting you.
Is that Jay?
No, it's Diane. She's
back in the Great Room
talking with Neil Gross.
Good talking or bad talking?
Good.
He wants us to help him
buy the Democratic Party.
Mr. Baruch?
Hi, I'm Marissa Gold,
Carmen's associate.
She got called away. So,
she asked me to help you.
Hi. How are you?
- What's your name?
- Where's Carmen?
She got called away.
So, she asked me to
introduce you around.
I'm not the B team, sir.
Do you want an introduction
to the head of the DNC or not?
How do you know the
head of the DNC?
He's a friend of my father's.
Yes, please introduce me.
Diane, there you are.
I bumped into Neil Gross.
And we're talking about
remaking the party.
You don't have to
pretend, Diane.
I knew your partners
would join us.
That's what the
smell of money does.
Well, we want to be involved
with whatever you're
interested in, Mr. Gross.
I want to talk to the DNC
about buying them out.
Good. We can work
up a proposal.
- Set a meeting for next week.
- Oh, no.
I want to talk to them now.
Elfman is here, right?
Yes, but I don't think
this is the best time.
You don't think the death
of the Democratic Party is
the right moment to talk
about buying the
Democratic Party?
It just seems better
to be well-prepared.
Elfman is not Frank Landau.
You have to win him over.
I'm not worried about
winning him over.
- Why's that?
- Well, if he
says "no" I reveal all
the data I have on him.
I'm sorry, what?
I have their search histories,
their email histories.
Everything from Chumhum.
Oh, boy. Clutch my
pearls. I've offended you?
See, these are the tactics the
Republicans have perfected.
You want Manchin
to vote with you
instead of being a
perpetual cock block?
Show him what I have on him.
He will lead the charge on
overturning the filibuster.
You want to blackmail
other Democrats?
My God, it's like you're
all driving Buicks.
I just gave you a
solution to your problem.
A problem that could
solve abortion rights,
a-and gun control,
and health care, and
yet you guys hesitate.
Okay, here's my
formalized proposal.
Get some balls or get out.
Hi, how are you doing?
Marissa, nice to see you.
How's your dad?
Hating D.C.
Yeah, sorry about that.
Things have gotten strange.
Um, have you met Ben-Baruch?
He's called the crypto
king of Tel Aviv.
It's nice to meet you.
Did you know Frank long?
- Who?
- The one we're mourning.
Oh, no, I didn't.
I'm here actually to
set up a dark money PAC
- for the Democrats.
- Really?
$300 million
in initial funding.
Well, that's great news.
We could use all the help
we can get these days.
My ex-fiancée threw away my
hard drive in a fit of rage
and now I need it back.
I don't think I understand.
I need you to excavate
the city landfill.
Me personally?
No, you politically.
I have $750 million in Bitcoin
sitting in city landfill
next to baby diapers
and puppy chow.
Mr. Baruch, we'd be
happy to help you
get the paperwork started
on a rezoning order.
It'll take some time, but
that's the best we could offer.
I'm offering you $300
million in dark money.
Yeah, and again, we'd love to
help you with the paperwork.
Are you fucking serious?
If this was the RNC, they
would drain Lake Michigan.
Well, we're not the RNC.
Fucking holier-than-thou
bullshit.
Let's talk to the Republicans.
Uh, wait a minute.
We can work this out.
Let me just talk...
Okay, let's go now, dear.
- Come on. Hurry up!
- Go, go, go, go, go!
Oh, my God.
We have
to get out of here.
Wait, wait, wait.
I can't drive.
Oh, my God.
You have to put
on your seat belt.
Oh, my God, you are a
mess of contradictions.
You're hitting people
and taking their guns,
but, "Make sure your
seat belt is on."
Do you want to get married?
What?
We should get married.
Look at the road.
We've known each
other for three weeks.
My parents knew each
other three days.
Yeah, and they probably
plowed their fields with oxen.
- Here.
- What are you doing?
What... No, no, no,
no, no.
I'm sorry. I don't
understand English...
Oh, my God. I can't
drive like this.
I'm thrilled you want to help.
We'll set up a dark money PAC.
Take a page out of the
Republicans' playbook.
Neil is looking for a
fundamental redesign.
Not just a way to donate.
What does that
mean? "Redesign"?
It means, this is 2022,
and I'm buying you out.
Jesus, Neil.
You think running the
Democratic Party is easy
because once upon a time you
created some computer software
that helps a person figure out
who the fuck played
Captain Marvel?
You may know ones and zeroes...
And voters don't speak math.
We're not for sale.
This isn't
just a buyout.
He has big ideas to
reinvigorate the voters.
And cash
when it's needed most.
Have you written
any of this down?
Have you done any
of the research?
Do we even know the
districts that we could win
and the ones we've lost?
I mean, Jesus Christ,
this country is in
real fucking trouble
and you want to
play king for a day?
Fuck off.
I'm buying Fox News.
Oh, come on, is this necessary?
Hey, gently. Gently.
Jesus, knock off this
Homan Square shit.
Come on, take the
hood off, asshole!
You try that again with him
and you'll have a
lawsuit so fast,
you won't know what hit you.
Now get the fuck out.
You, too.
Manners.
Well, I'm Carmen Alden.
We talked on the phone.
Your bond hearing should
be in a few hours.
But I just need to get
a few details straight.
Were you driving the
van for someone else?
You know, it would
help our bail argument
if the fertilizer wasn't yours.
I can't tell you how to testify,
but again, I can probably
get you out if the van
belonged to someone else.
Are we having some
problems here, Mr. Burns?
I'm not talking to you.
That will make this difficult.
You're fuckin' Black.
Where's Big John?
Where's Chuck?
Which Chuck? 'Cause
I've got three of them.
Fuck you. Go back to
the shithole you came from.
Fine by me. I have
other things to do.
But did you think
about it, really?
Did you think there
might be a reason
that Mr. Lincoln sent
you a Black lawyer?
It's Chicago.
The courts, they just kiss the
ass of a Black lawyer like me.
And you're going in
front of Judge Gellar,
he's one of the angriest BLM
ass-lickers on the bench.
And you think John
Lincoln argues for you,
you'll get out on bail?
Or this face?
Okay.
Have fun in jail
over the weekend.
But if you end up
in Homan Square...
don't cry on my shoulder.
We're done.
Why would you defend me?!
Because, why do you think?
Money. I'd defend
the devil for money.
I have defended the
devil for money.
Do you know Oscar Rivi?
Top crystal dealer in Chicago?
I got him off.
And do you know
why? For money.
Now, I don't care who he
hurt or who he fucked.
It could have been my mother.
But my job is to get him off.
My job is to get you off.
You know, I grew up with
a father who only cared
about causes, and
he bankrupted us
with his marches and
his door knocking.
And I got dragged
around from door to door
for Jesse Jackson
and all that crap.
Is this all true?
I don't know.
Doesn't matter.
You see, the point
isn't the end.
The point is the expertise.
The point is winning.
That is why I'm here
because I want to win.
But if you don't care, fuck you.
Either way, I'm
getting the money.
Guard?
We're done, Buck.
Wait!
Wait.
Okay. I don't know
if I trust this guy.
Come back in ten minutes.
Don't you dare listen by
the door, you asshole.
I know how you work.
Okay, help me out.
I need details for
the bond hearing.
How do you buy Fox News?
With money.
How much?
It's current worth
is $21 billion.
I can become a majority
owner with $15 billion.
- And you'd be willing to do that?
- Yes.
The Republicans will
just find some other
network to call their own.
Well, sure, if you turned
Fox Democrat overnight.
But you don't do that.
The thought is to start
curbing its excesses.
To make Fox more reliably
conservative... not radical.
Still, the nuts will
just flee someplace else.
Maybe. There's a certain
period of whack-a-mole.
Always is.
Mr. Gross has promised a
massive investment in the DNC.
12 years, three
presidential cycles.
And he's already heavily
investing in Puerto Rico.
- The 51st state?
- Of course.
A Democratic one.
And how will you work with
the Biden administration?
I won't. He served you well in
2020 but the brand is tired.
You need someone fresh,
the stakes are too high.
- Okay, I see where this is going.
- You do?
Yeah. You think you're the
next Michael Bloomberg,
a guy with too much money
who thinks he's the answer.
- Are you done?
- No. I'm not, thank you.
Why don't you go start your
own political party, Mr. Gross.
I know about your
brother's mistress.
What the hell are
you talking about?
You're the king
of oppo research.
You know exactly what
I'm talking about.
Do you know what
Republican candidate
killed a classmate in 1986?
I do.
You know what
Supreme Court justice
has a child porn
problem? I do.
The Democratic Party
doesn't play this game.
Oh, course it does. And if it
doesn't, it sure needs to start.
Do you know how I
know all your secrets?
I own Chumhum.
We have 2.9 billion
active users every month.
I have records of
all their interests,
and their biases, their secrets.
And, for the right cause,
I'm willing to use them.
- You're a dangerous man.
- Oh, yes.
Good thing I have a friend
over in the Justice Department.
Maybe I'll give him a call.
Oh... All right, go for it.
I'm sure Merrick Garland
will hop right on it.
You know, I don't think
you realize, Mr. Elfperson,
the Trump years have turned
everything on its head.
And the Democratic Party
is still acting like we're
all sitting around sipping
toddies with Tip O'Neill.
Just one big happy
political family.
Diane, we need to talk.
I think he's going to say "no."
And that's why I need you.
Need me? To what?
To run the Democratic Party.
Yeah, my backup plan
is a hostile takeover.
Kick Elf-guy out,
and put you in.
I... Sorry, I don't, I don't
know what to say to that.
It doesn't really matter.
You'll eventually say "yes."
And then you will need
to talk to your husband.
- My husband?
- Yeah. You need to keep him in line.
Or, uh, divorce him.
- Excuse me?
- The interests of the party
supersede any family concerns.
Just tell him you can't
see another school shooting
without shooting yourself.
Tell him his work with
the NRA disgusts you.
Oh, look, here's his answer now.
I want you to step
in for Elfman, Diane.
And you'll need to deal
with your husband first.
- Well?
- No. I don't trust you.
Is that
your final answer?
We can't just run you, sir.
We have a seniority system.
We have Biden. We have
Kamala. We have Bernie.
And they'll all lose.
It's better than some
tech billionaire.
I'm not talking about myself.
God, no.
I have a candidate.
One who is sounding
out both parties.
He's dropped everything, he's
on his way here right now.
Who? Who is it? Who's
on his way here?
Dwayne Johnson.
The Rock.
Like Peter.
Are you serious?
Like a fucking heart attack.
Upon this rock,
I'll build my party.
I'll get the bail set. But
don't talk to anyone here.
Anyone in the cell next to you
is just trying to fuck you.
I need Chuck to help
me with my girlfriend.
If she doesn't get rent this
week she'll be kicked out.
You tell Chuck Pearce
that if he doesn't help,
I'm turning on him.
Understood. Get ready.
The hearing should
be in an hour.
And you'll be out of here.
Chuck Pearce runs oil refineries
in Oklahoma and is the chief
financier of the Michigan Army.
Senator Kiersten
Judd of Mississippi
is their second largest donor.
Hmm.
Good work, Carmen. Good leads.
Where are we, Jay?
Done. Their bank
accounts are drained.
Good. The Michigan Army
officially bankrupt.
Let's get rid of these guys.
What the
fuck are you doing?
What the...? What
the fuck? Come on!
What are you doing?
Where are we going?
Who's that?
Frank Landau's assassin.
Where are you taking me?
You can't do this without
me talking to my lawyer.
Where are we going?
Hold on. Stop. Stop.
- Where are they going?
- Antarctica.
- Is that code or something?
- Nope.
We have a private jet
bound for Antarctica.
Some of our donors
built a facility there,
with private cells for
white supremacists.
Every day they can
look out on white.
- Is he gonna get out?
- No, you go to him.
Oh, my God. Is this
guy serious or not?
This is The Rock. How did you
think this was gonna work?
Trump came down an escalator.
Why can't he roll
up in an Escalade?
Because
we're not them.
And when we try to be
them, it backfires.
Look, don't waste
his time, okay?
Either take it seriously or
we just drop the whole thing.
Fine. Can't wait to hear
his thoughts on trade.
Now what?
Now we just wait.
And now, Diane, you have
some thinking to do.
What was that about?
As a backup plan, Neil wants
me to run the Democratic Party.
Are you... You're kidding?
Mm-mm.
Is that something you
would even want to do?
I honestly don't know.
But we need a radical change.
And Neil has the
resources, the contacts,
and the, and the guts to do it.
And despite everything
that's happened, I...
I still want to believe
in this country.
Oh, God, I still want to
fight for it. I really do.
Well, I... I'd be
sad to see you go.
Come on, Liz. You
don't need me.
Except as a drinking partner.
- Besides, you have Ri'Chard.
- Yeah.
He's...
he's turning out to be a
better partner than I imagined.
I don't know,
maybe... maybe we can
become the largest
firm in the world.
Oh, if I run the DNC, you'll
always have our business.
This is either the stupidest
night of our lives...
Or the best.
I'm feeling it.
What?
That most dangerous feeling...
Hope.
Yeah. There's only one problem.
What?
He wants me to figure out Kurt.
The NRA.
Oh, God.
Right. That's awkward.
In more ways than
you can imagine.
Is he all right?
I think we can see a
way to making this work.
He had some fascinating
and inspired ideas.
What happened to your crutches?
Oh, he laid his
hands on my ankle.
W-Where did he go?
Oh, he had an appointment.
Ah, one more thing.
We need to accommodate
his shooting schedule.
First he needs to tell
the Republican Party "no"
and then he is signed on
to do Scorpion King 6.
He wants to do both.
Of course the presidency
would be in first position.
- Hello!
- Hey!
We have the witnesses!
- You made it!
- We did.
I thought you guys were joking.
- We were.
- Then we weren't.
All right.
You kids ready?
Marissa Gold, do
you take Zev Beker
to be your lawfully
wedded husband?
I do.
Zev Beker, do you
take Marissa Gold to be
your lawfully wedded wife?
I do.
I now pronounce you
husband and wife.
Your client again?
No. The RNC.
Did you give them
money in my name?
No.
"Dear Mr. and Mrs. McVeigh,
"Thank you very much for
your generous contribution
to the Republican
National Committee."
It's a form letter.
They're mailing us MAGA hats.
Don't say I never
gave you anything.
Kurt. This isn't working.
What isn't?
You and me.
Why not?
You know why not. We
have nothing in common.
Every time we talk,
it's a minefield of
political frustrations.
Not for me.
Then you're a better person.
Diane, I-I haven't changed.
You knew what I believed in.
Yes. But the world has changed.
The right wing has changed.
I mean, these school shootings.
I lie awake at night,
and I'm thinking
I can't believe
what you believe in.
You seem so sane, and
yet these people...
Ted Cruz. Marjorie
Taylor Greene. Boebert.
Diane, we've always stayed away
from all that kind of stuff.
Well, I can't anymore.
I... I just can't.
Have you met someone?
No. No.
Not in the way that you mean.
In what way then?
There are just
people that I talk to
who think the way I think.
About politics, about
literature, about music. I'm...
I'm tired of shutting
off that part of myself.
Don't make this about
politics if it's not.
It is about politics.
And it is about beliefs.
And our beliefs are
seriously not aligned.
So, there's no room for love?
I don't... I don't
know. I mean...
Yes, there's always
room for love.
But that just feels so
inconsequential next to...
Next to everything
that's going on.
So, what then?
Well, I mean...
You go to D.C. for
your convention.
I stay here. And that's it.
We barely live together now.
So let's just continue that way.
And then, I mean, that's it.
What are you doing?
Getting an Uber. Goodbye.
Captioning sponsored by CBS
"Throughout his life..."
No. "Throughout his career,
"Frank Landau brought
Illinois Democrats together.
"During the Bush years,
the rise of extremism.
And now he's brought us
together one last time."
Was that a grimace?
No.
It looked like you winced.
No. A tear in my eye.
You really didn't
have to do this.
I'm home for two weeks, I'm
going to spend it with my wife.
I will find you a drink just
as soon as we get there.
Don't worry about it.
I'm not going to say a word.
Keep going.
"On issues like
Roe v. Wadeand...
"the NRA,
Frank always had his
heart in the right place."
"Frank..."
Who was that?
Mm.
Nothing, it's just a client.
Please make a
U-turn when safe.
He still hasn't
called? Neil Gross?
No.
- Do we know where he is?
- We think Fiji.
But he should've been
back last Thursday.
Do we think he's found
another law firm?
Please make a
U-turn when safe.
Well, Chumhum has no
outstanding litigation,
so my guess is he's
playing the field.
He'll be at the memorial, right?
Frank Landau's
widow invited him.
All right, so, let's
just corner him
and make our last pitch.
Please make a U-turn...
No, I won't! You fucking think
I'm in fucking Baltimore.
My God.
You have arrived.
Please park where safe.
Okay.
What if we left?
Right now?
I mean, I made an appearance.
People saw me.
Well, we haven't
even gone inside.
I know, but I can...
I can feel the
judgment from out here.
Why would they judge you?
I'm a Gold.
And Frank Landau's family
didn't invite my dad.
They probably blame me.
Blame you because an anti-Semite
wants to murder a Jew?
Who said it had to make sense?
Wait a minute, stand over there.
- Why?
- Zev, just do it.
- Oh, my God.
- What?
It's not me. Come
on, take my arm.
Who was that?
- Marissa.
- No, the guy.
I don't know.
Her boyfriend?
So, is he here?
Neil Gross?
No, not yet. His
second-in-command is.
Todd.
There are two other
firms on the hunt.
Colvin & Marcy.
Oh, I know them. Smaller.
And Russell Carton & Associates.
- Oh, that's a good one.
- Anything else?
Gross is buying up
land in Puerto Rico.
- Why?
- No idea.
Okay, all right,
so, when we see him,
let's just all text
each other. Okay?
How long do we have to stay?
Memorials not your scene?
Small talk is not my scene.
Want me to rescue
your boyfriend?
He's not my boyfriend. He's
my Krav Maga instructor.
Sure.
Hey, Zev? Your fiancée
wants to have a word.
Were you getting lonely, "dear"?
She wanted a drink.
You really come alive
at memorials, huh?
It's when I'm happiest.
I'm grabbing a
drink. Want anything?
An Old Fashioned.
Tell me if you see Ben-Baruch.
- He's coming here?
- A long story.
So we're getting married, huh?
In Carmen's mind. She's
particularly melodramatic today.
No drinks?
Then you have a few minutes.
For what?
Jay, what are we doing?
You don't have to do this,
but there are
people who need us.
What are we talking about?
Something bigger than all this.
Who's that?
A way to help
our community.
Jay, I'm not you. You
want to better the world.
I want to better my life.
They have money.
It's not just that we
want Puerto Rico's law school
to have national stature,
we also want students
and faculty engaged
in the community...
Look, nothing's
been decided yet.
We're still considering you.
Do you know when
Neil is arriving?
Unfortunately, he's been
called away to Beijing.
We'll arrange a call.
Fuck.
Do you find swearing helps?
All the fuckin' time.
We need to get him on the phone.
I've been trying.
He won't pick up.
How many will we lose
if we lose Chumhum?
Half of tech. 30 clients.
More.
We're about to begin. Please
move into the Great Room.
I know my rights!
You have no idea...
- Hey.
- Hey! Hey.
I want my lawyer. I know my
rights and I want my lawyer!
Stand up. Back
against the door.
Fuck you.
Fine. You don't
want your call.
Wait, wait, wait.
Get back here.
Hands. Show me hands.
How am I gonna make my
call with no hands, huh?
I know my rights. You're not
holding my receiver for me.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up.
You have no fucking idea
who you're dealing with.
Attorney/client privilege.
Back the fuck off!
Good job.
Stanley, Berkeley & Associates.
Mid-level firm.
Five partners. Mostly
criminal defense.
In The Loop. White shoe.
What she said.
Stanley, Berkeley &
Associates. How may I help you?
John Lincoln. Right away.
May I tell him what
this is regarding?
No, you may not. Just tell
him it's Buck, squad eight.
One moment.
You're a new-hire. John
Lincoln is at lunch.
He asked you to just handle
the prep for the bond hearing
before he gets there.
But if he's a white supremacist,
is he gonna want to
work with someone Black?
- No.
- So...?
It's up to you.
Not yet. You gotta
make him sweat.
Your name is Carmen
Alden. Say it.
- I'm Carmen Alden.
- And you're a bit harried.
John keeps shoving
too many cases at you.
You're eating a salad
in the conference room
with other associates.
This is what it looks like.
I know. I interviewed there.
They didn't want me.
Good. Use your memory of it.
You're out the door
to meet him now.
Walk as you talk. Okay?
This is Carmen Alden.
Who is this please?
Who are you?
Mr. Lincoln's
associate.
He's at lunch, but he asked me
to prep for your bond hearing.
No, I don't know you, lady.
That's okay. Mr. Lincoln
briefed me on your needs.
This is bullshit. He's
supposed to be available.
And he will be.
But Mr. Lincoln knows
that if we don't jump
on this right now, the
police will be thrilled
to keep you in there
over the weekend.
You unfortunately chose
a Friday to get arrested.
Get me someone else there. I
wanna talk to somebody else.
Look, I don't
have time for this.
Okay? I have other cases.
Call again on Monday.
No, no, wait, wait.
I need out today.
Understood. I'm
20 minutes away.
If you get any harassment,
tell the guard on duty that
"John has your number."
Now sit tight. And don't
tell anybody anything.
You understand?
Keep your fuckin' mouth shut.
- Okay.
- I believed you.
- What's your size?
- My size?
Clothes. Your size?
- Six.
- We need you in work attire.
No. Let's play it like I
was going to a funeral.
I think work
attire would be better...
Actually, she's right. Let's
stick closer to the truth.
Okay, we've got 20 minutes
to prep you. Let's go.
Good afternoon.
If you don't recognize me...
Uh, hello?
Good afternoon. If you
don't recognize me,
I'm the new head of the
DNC, I'm Johnny Elfman.
And this is how the midterms
are going for me, so far.
Some stairs. In Georgia.
I fell down the stairs.
Time has not been very good
to the Democratic Party.
The Supreme Court.
Republican obstructionism.
School shootings.
There are more children
killed every year
from firearms than cancer, and
the NRA still doesn't care.
And now here we are,
gathered today over the loss
of Frank Landau, a
man who truly cared...
Whoa.
A man who truly cared.
We'll be hearing from friends...
We'll be hearing from friends
and admirers of Frank.
So, please, wipe
away those tears,
and let's remember what
Frank always told us.
Who is he?
A client.
I recognize
him from Tel Aviv.
- He's a criminal.
- Okay.
Let's not get too
confrontational, hubby.
After graduating from
Yale, I struggled
with nepotism and
small-mindedness.
And I'll never forget the
words that Frank offered me:
"You can beat anyone if
you put your mind to it."
And that's all I needed to
become the top lawyer in D.C.
And one of the 30 most
eligible bachelors
under 40 in the D.C. area,
according to Law Lifemagazine.
Frank used to say to me,
"Dan, I know that you,
Daniel Grey, are the
future of this party."
That was Frank. He had
that kind of vision.
The best way to talk
about Frank is to talk
about myself and the successes
we had at the AFL-CIO.
When Frank chose me to
lead those negotiations,
he knew he chose a leader.
And frankly, no pun intended,
lead, I did.
In our breaking
headline story this hour,
reporting live from
Washington, D.C.
Although information
is not yet available,
in a second apparent leak,
the conservative majority
of the Supreme Court
decided to overturn
gay marriage.
In what appears to be an
initial draft decision,
the Court assets
that gay marriage
does not enjoy
privacy protection.
Oh, Jesus.
We have
been unable to confirm
this leaked document's
authenticity, but the...
We're opening early.
"Even though
this Court's earlier ruling
"on abortion concluded
it would have no impact
on gay marriage, we
changed our minds."
The draft opinion
cited Creetin Spencer,
an 11th century Thessaloniki
judge who wrote:
"Smote me not thy heed,
sleepeth not with thy brethren."
After the Supreme
Court's decision
to reverseRoe v. Wade...
There's not enough
whiskey in the world.
To
offer a preview
of the Court's potential rulings
suggesting the right-winged
controlled Court
may return to the issues
of contraception access
and marriage equality.
This one hurts.
Taken from us too young,
he hadn't even turned 70 yet.
I believe in the future
of the Democratic Party.
Please remember to
turn off your phones.
What's going on?
Gay marriage.
- I
- believe in tomorrow.
I believe we're coming back.
And now for
our final speaker.
A friend who worked with
Frank for two decades.
Ms. Diane Lockhart.
Diane Lockhart.
Is she here?
Diane. Your speech. Come on.
You okay?
Peachy.
Well.
Hello. Here we all are.
Every Democrat that
tried to do something.
We came to bury Frank
Landau, not to praise him.
And it looks like
we're gonna bury
the Democratic Party instead.
Because let's face it, folks.
We're fucked.
Thank you for sharing.
If we could all bow our heads.
Here's to democracy
and your life's work.
I liked your speech.
What?
I saw your speech. I liked it.
- All 30 words?
- 40.
I tend to count words in my
mind. I'm not proud of it.
I thought you weren't
coming, Mr. Gross.
I wasn't. But I had
a dream last night.
About what?
It was about the
end of the world.
It's hard to make money
at the end of the world.
Maybe you could
sell seat cushions.
That's what I always
liked about you, Diane.
You said exactly what
you thought to me.
Well, I'm going home.
What should we do about it?
About my going home?
No, the end of the
Democratic Party?
You're fucked, so now what?
I so don't give a shit anymore.
Yeah, you do. That's
why it bothers you.
Burn it all the fuck
down and start over.
I can't think of any other way.
You mean square one?
Yeah. We have to
rethink everything.
Why didn't we create
a Federalist society
back in the '80s?
Why didn't we groom
our own judges?
Why don't we go on the attack
when a judicial seat opens up?
Why didn't we get rid
of the Electoral College
and this fucking filibuster?
We're the majority, and
yet the minority rules.
- Really?
- Keep going.
The superdelegates, they
either have to go away
or fall in line
behind a candidate
that's not 90 years old.
And we have got to invest
in younger candidates
who-who have the energy
and the passion to rebuild,
to reinvigorate, and to
actually rebrand the...
No, stop... God, stop me.
- Shoot me.
- Why? Why?
Oh, it's a habit. It's a tick.
Feeling hopeful, and
then imagining some
optimistic scenario.
Hell, let's do it.
What does that mean, "do it"?
It means all your ideas,
everything you just said,
let's do it.
Do it how?
No, I'm going home
with my NRA husband,
and hydrating so that I don't
have a hangover tomorrow.
Goodbye.
Diane, do you know
what I'm worth?
My guess is a lot.
$680 billion.
Unlike my billionaire brethren,
I have not bought rockets, or
Twitter, or Mars, or Lanai.
I am looking around
for how I can
help the world with my money.
Okay. And how do
you plan to do that?
I want to buy the
Democratic Party.
This is the white supremacist
group, the Michigan Army.
They're strategically provoking
a race war in Chicago.
They fired the
shots at our firm.
This is the man you're
going to meet. Buck Burns.
He was on his way to
the historically Black
college campus of Wilson
Clayman with a fertilizer bomb.
What do you need?
Names. Any operations.
The smallest piece
of information helps.
Our intelligence
is like a mosaic.
It would help if
you could be more specific.
We really don't...
Who put that bomb together?
And what happens when
you're done with him?
What do you mean?
Are you killing him?
No. But we'll keep him
out of circulation.
How do you do that?
With great dexterity.
He will be well fed.
He will be given
meaningful work.
Access to worthy books.
And a social scene that
encourages a more fruitful path.
We're not
killers, Carmen.
We're the good guys.
We're the defense.
Come with me.
We'll be watching, but
if you feel yourself
in danger just say, "I
gotta call the office."
- Understand?
- Yes.
Your cell phone.
- What?
- Give me your phone.
- Oh, damn.
- What?
Ben-Baruch. Give
me one minute.
Be quick.
Where are you? Have
you abandoned me here?
I had to rush out.
And now I have to ask a favor.
Where did you rush to?
Everybody's flirting
with my plus-one,
even though they
think he's my fiancé.
Thank you for that, by the way.
I don't have much time, Marissa.
I forgot, I was supposed
to meet Ben-Baruch
at the memorial to
introduce him around.
Now you want me to?
Please. Do you see him?
No. But I did earlier.
What does he want?
I don't know. I
think political influence.
Just apologize for
me. I had to rush off.
Okay, but you owe me.
Oh, yeah. Make
it something good.
- Ready?
- Yes.
And remember, he's
a dangerous man.
So be wary.
- Mm-hmm.
- Wary but calm?
Why do you need a lawyer at all?
If it's a fake police station,
why not a fake lawyer?
The real is always
better, don't you think?
Then why not your lawyer? Him.
Mr. Elkin has been targeted
by the Michigan Army.
They have a photo of him.
And you too, Jay.
Just get us the
information we need.
That's the best
way to stop them.
But you can't just buy
the Democratic Party.
Oh, sure I can.
They-they want a savior, I
want the country to work.
And it's not just
the money to me.
The country needs to survive
for my money to mean anything.
And the country will only
survive if there is balance.
So, just think of
me as a counterpart
to Rupert Murdoch.
Neil, we live in a
polluted body politic
where facts don't
matter anymore.
You'd have to cut through
all the lies on Facebook.
No. I'll just buy it.
- Buy what?
- Facebook.
Mark is tired of the headaches.
He might put it in play.
Look at all those fireflies.
Aren't they beautiful?
I guess I just don't understand
what you're thinking.
I mean, what are
your actual policies?
Well, why don't you tell
me what I'm thinking.
I just heard you up here
in front of the Democrats
saying that what they
were doing was fucked.
Well, I agree. So,
what should they do?
You just said to me out there,
why not burn down the
Democratic Party and start over?
Well, here I am!
Mr. Moneybags to
make it happen.
I don't want to dig
a tunnel under L.A.
I want democracy to work.
So, let's do it.
Legal experts
believe that 11 states
will outlaw gay
marriage outright
and 14 others will require
some kind of union certificate
granted by a judge.
Said certificates will require
meetings with probationary
marital observers
to establish...
They don't care about killing
children out of the womb.
Who the hell needs
an AR-15 these days?
When did Republicans
go from crazy to evil?
A beer please.
I know you, don't I?
No, I don't think so.
The NRA protest.
We chained ourselves
to the doors.
No, no, I don't
think that was me.
You were so nice.
You kept me from
getting pepper-sprayed.
This is the man
I told you about.
At the "March For Our Lives."
He kept the police off me.
How did you get
inside the building?
Did you break in with
the earlier group?
No. I was heading
out to lunch.
Headed out? What do you mean?
I work with the NRA. Thanks.
Nice meeting you.
Is that Jay?
No, it's Diane. She's
back in the Great Room
talking with Neil Gross.
Good talking or bad talking?
Good.
He wants us to help him
buy the Democratic Party.
Mr. Baruch?
Hi, I'm Marissa Gold,
Carmen's associate.
She got called away. So,
she asked me to help you.
Hi. How are you?
- What's your name?
- Where's Carmen?
She got called away.
So, she asked me to
introduce you around.
I'm not the B team, sir.
Do you want an introduction
to the head of the DNC or not?
How do you know the
head of the DNC?
He's a friend of my father's.
Yes, please introduce me.
Diane, there you are.
I bumped into Neil Gross.
And we're talking about
remaking the party.
You don't have to
pretend, Diane.
I knew your partners
would join us.
That's what the
smell of money does.
Well, we want to be involved
with whatever you're
interested in, Mr. Gross.
I want to talk to the DNC
about buying them out.
Good. We can work
up a proposal.
- Set a meeting for next week.
- Oh, no.
I want to talk to them now.
Elfman is here, right?
Yes, but I don't think
this is the best time.
You don't think the death
of the Democratic Party is
the right moment to talk
about buying the
Democratic Party?
It just seems better
to be well-prepared.
Elfman is not Frank Landau.
You have to win him over.
I'm not worried about
winning him over.
- Why's that?
- Well, if he
says "no" I reveal all
the data I have on him.
I'm sorry, what?
I have their search histories,
their email histories.
Everything from Chumhum.
Oh, boy. Clutch my
pearls. I've offended you?
See, these are the tactics the
Republicans have perfected.
You want Manchin
to vote with you
instead of being a
perpetual cock block?
Show him what I have on him.
He will lead the charge on
overturning the filibuster.
You want to blackmail
other Democrats?
My God, it's like you're
all driving Buicks.
I just gave you a
solution to your problem.
A problem that could
solve abortion rights,
a-and gun control,
and health care, and
yet you guys hesitate.
Okay, here's my
formalized proposal.
Get some balls or get out.
Hi, how are you doing?
Marissa, nice to see you.
How's your dad?
Hating D.C.
Yeah, sorry about that.
Things have gotten strange.
Um, have you met Ben-Baruch?
He's called the crypto
king of Tel Aviv.
It's nice to meet you.
Did you know Frank long?
- Who?
- The one we're mourning.
Oh, no, I didn't.
I'm here actually to
set up a dark money PAC
- for the Democrats.
- Really?
$300 million
in initial funding.
Well, that's great news.
We could use all the help
we can get these days.
My ex-fiancée threw away my
hard drive in a fit of rage
and now I need it back.
I don't think I understand.
I need you to excavate
the city landfill.
Me personally?
No, you politically.
I have $750 million in Bitcoin
sitting in city landfill
next to baby diapers
and puppy chow.
Mr. Baruch, we'd be
happy to help you
get the paperwork started
on a rezoning order.
It'll take some time, but
that's the best we could offer.
I'm offering you $300
million in dark money.
Yeah, and again, we'd love to
help you with the paperwork.
Are you fucking serious?
If this was the RNC, they
would drain Lake Michigan.
Well, we're not the RNC.
Fucking holier-than-thou
bullshit.
Let's talk to the Republicans.
Uh, wait a minute.
We can work this out.
Let me just talk...
Okay, let's go now, dear.
- Come on. Hurry up!
- Go, go, go, go, go!
Oh, my God.
We have
to get out of here.
Wait, wait, wait.
I can't drive.
Oh, my God.
You have to put
on your seat belt.
Oh, my God, you are a
mess of contradictions.
You're hitting people
and taking their guns,
but, "Make sure your
seat belt is on."
Do you want to get married?
What?
We should get married.
Look at the road.
We've known each
other for three weeks.
My parents knew each
other three days.
Yeah, and they probably
plowed their fields with oxen.
- Here.
- What are you doing?
What... No, no, no,
no, no.
I'm sorry. I don't
understand English...
Oh, my God. I can't
drive like this.
I'm thrilled you want to help.
We'll set up a dark money PAC.
Take a page out of the
Republicans' playbook.
Neil is looking for a
fundamental redesign.
Not just a way to donate.
What does that
mean? "Redesign"?
It means, this is 2022,
and I'm buying you out.
Jesus, Neil.
You think running the
Democratic Party is easy
because once upon a time you
created some computer software
that helps a person figure out
who the fuck played
Captain Marvel?
You may know ones and zeroes...
And voters don't speak math.
We're not for sale.
This isn't
just a buyout.
He has big ideas to
reinvigorate the voters.
And cash
when it's needed most.
Have you written
any of this down?
Have you done any
of the research?
Do we even know the
districts that we could win
and the ones we've lost?
I mean, Jesus Christ,
this country is in
real fucking trouble
and you want to
play king for a day?
Fuck off.
I'm buying Fox News.
Oh, come on, is this necessary?
Hey, gently. Gently.
Jesus, knock off this
Homan Square shit.
Come on, take the
hood off, asshole!
You try that again with him
and you'll have a
lawsuit so fast,
you won't know what hit you.
Now get the fuck out.
You, too.
Manners.
Well, I'm Carmen Alden.
We talked on the phone.
Your bond hearing should
be in a few hours.
But I just need to get
a few details straight.
Were you driving the
van for someone else?
You know, it would
help our bail argument
if the fertilizer wasn't yours.
I can't tell you how to testify,
but again, I can probably
get you out if the van
belonged to someone else.
Are we having some
problems here, Mr. Burns?
I'm not talking to you.
That will make this difficult.
You're fuckin' Black.
Where's Big John?
Where's Chuck?
Which Chuck? 'Cause
I've got three of them.
Fuck you. Go back to
the shithole you came from.
Fine by me. I have
other things to do.
But did you think
about it, really?
Did you think there
might be a reason
that Mr. Lincoln sent
you a Black lawyer?
It's Chicago.
The courts, they just kiss the
ass of a Black lawyer like me.
And you're going in
front of Judge Gellar,
he's one of the angriest BLM
ass-lickers on the bench.
And you think John
Lincoln argues for you,
you'll get out on bail?
Or this face?
Okay.
Have fun in jail
over the weekend.
But if you end up
in Homan Square...
don't cry on my shoulder.
We're done.
Why would you defend me?!
Because, why do you think?
Money. I'd defend
the devil for money.
I have defended the
devil for money.
Do you know Oscar Rivi?
Top crystal dealer in Chicago?
I got him off.
And do you know
why? For money.
Now, I don't care who he
hurt or who he fucked.
It could have been my mother.
But my job is to get him off.
My job is to get you off.
You know, I grew up with
a father who only cared
about causes, and
he bankrupted us
with his marches and
his door knocking.
And I got dragged
around from door to door
for Jesse Jackson
and all that crap.
Is this all true?
I don't know.
Doesn't matter.
You see, the point
isn't the end.
The point is the expertise.
The point is winning.
That is why I'm here
because I want to win.
But if you don't care, fuck you.
Either way, I'm
getting the money.
Guard?
We're done, Buck.
Wait!
Wait.
Okay. I don't know
if I trust this guy.
Come back in ten minutes.
Don't you dare listen by
the door, you asshole.
I know how you work.
Okay, help me out.
I need details for
the bond hearing.
How do you buy Fox News?
With money.
How much?
It's current worth
is $21 billion.
I can become a majority
owner with $15 billion.
- And you'd be willing to do that?
- Yes.
The Republicans will
just find some other
network to call their own.
Well, sure, if you turned
Fox Democrat overnight.
But you don't do that.
The thought is to start
curbing its excesses.
To make Fox more reliably
conservative... not radical.
Still, the nuts will
just flee someplace else.
Maybe. There's a certain
period of whack-a-mole.
Always is.
Mr. Gross has promised a
massive investment in the DNC.
12 years, three
presidential cycles.
And he's already heavily
investing in Puerto Rico.
- The 51st state?
- Of course.
A Democratic one.
And how will you work with
the Biden administration?
I won't. He served you well in
2020 but the brand is tired.
You need someone fresh,
the stakes are too high.
- Okay, I see where this is going.
- You do?
Yeah. You think you're the
next Michael Bloomberg,
a guy with too much money
who thinks he's the answer.
- Are you done?
- No. I'm not, thank you.
Why don't you go start your
own political party, Mr. Gross.
I know about your
brother's mistress.
What the hell are
you talking about?
You're the king
of oppo research.
You know exactly what
I'm talking about.
Do you know what
Republican candidate
killed a classmate in 1986?
I do.
You know what
Supreme Court justice
has a child porn
problem? I do.
The Democratic Party
doesn't play this game.
Oh, course it does. And if it
doesn't, it sure needs to start.
Do you know how I
know all your secrets?
I own Chumhum.
We have 2.9 billion
active users every month.
I have records of
all their interests,
and their biases, their secrets.
And, for the right cause,
I'm willing to use them.
- You're a dangerous man.
- Oh, yes.
Good thing I have a friend
over in the Justice Department.
Maybe I'll give him a call.
Oh... All right, go for it.
I'm sure Merrick Garland
will hop right on it.
You know, I don't think
you realize, Mr. Elfperson,
the Trump years have turned
everything on its head.
And the Democratic Party
is still acting like we're
all sitting around sipping
toddies with Tip O'Neill.
Just one big happy
political family.
Diane, we need to talk.
I think he's going to say "no."
And that's why I need you.
Need me? To what?
To run the Democratic Party.
Yeah, my backup plan
is a hostile takeover.
Kick Elf-guy out,
and put you in.
I... Sorry, I don't, I don't
know what to say to that.
It doesn't really matter.
You'll eventually say "yes."
And then you will need
to talk to your husband.
- My husband?
- Yeah. You need to keep him in line.
Or, uh, divorce him.
- Excuse me?
- The interests of the party
supersede any family concerns.
Just tell him you can't
see another school shooting
without shooting yourself.
Tell him his work with
the NRA disgusts you.
Oh, look, here's his answer now.
I want you to step
in for Elfman, Diane.
And you'll need to deal
with your husband first.
- Well?
- No. I don't trust you.
Is that
your final answer?
We can't just run you, sir.
We have a seniority system.
We have Biden. We have
Kamala. We have Bernie.
And they'll all lose.
It's better than some
tech billionaire.
I'm not talking about myself.
God, no.
I have a candidate.
One who is sounding
out both parties.
He's dropped everything, he's
on his way here right now.
Who? Who is it? Who's
on his way here?
Dwayne Johnson.
The Rock.
Like Peter.
Are you serious?
Like a fucking heart attack.
Upon this rock,
I'll build my party.
I'll get the bail set. But
don't talk to anyone here.
Anyone in the cell next to you
is just trying to fuck you.
I need Chuck to help
me with my girlfriend.
If she doesn't get rent this
week she'll be kicked out.
You tell Chuck Pearce
that if he doesn't help,
I'm turning on him.
Understood. Get ready.
The hearing should
be in an hour.
And you'll be out of here.
Chuck Pearce runs oil refineries
in Oklahoma and is the chief
financier of the Michigan Army.
Senator Kiersten
Judd of Mississippi
is their second largest donor.
Hmm.
Good work, Carmen. Good leads.
Where are we, Jay?
Done. Their bank
accounts are drained.
Good. The Michigan Army
officially bankrupt.
Let's get rid of these guys.
What the
fuck are you doing?
What the...? What
the fuck? Come on!
What are you doing?
Where are we going?
Who's that?
Frank Landau's assassin.
Where are you taking me?
You can't do this without
me talking to my lawyer.
Where are we going?
Hold on. Stop. Stop.
- Where are they going?
- Antarctica.
- Is that code or something?
- Nope.
We have a private jet
bound for Antarctica.
Some of our donors
built a facility there,
with private cells for
white supremacists.
Every day they can
look out on white.
- Is he gonna get out?
- No, you go to him.
Oh, my God. Is this
guy serious or not?
This is The Rock. How did you
think this was gonna work?
Trump came down an escalator.
Why can't he roll
up in an Escalade?
Because
we're not them.
And when we try to be
them, it backfires.
Look, don't waste
his time, okay?
Either take it seriously or
we just drop the whole thing.
Fine. Can't wait to hear
his thoughts on trade.
Now what?
Now we just wait.
And now, Diane, you have
some thinking to do.
What was that about?
As a backup plan, Neil wants
me to run the Democratic Party.
Are you... You're kidding?
Mm-mm.
Is that something you
would even want to do?
I honestly don't know.
But we need a radical change.
And Neil has the
resources, the contacts,
and the, and the guts to do it.
And despite everything
that's happened, I...
I still want to believe
in this country.
Oh, God, I still want to
fight for it. I really do.
Well, I... I'd be
sad to see you go.
Come on, Liz. You
don't need me.
Except as a drinking partner.
- Besides, you have Ri'Chard.
- Yeah.
He's...
he's turning out to be a
better partner than I imagined.
I don't know,
maybe... maybe we can
become the largest
firm in the world.
Oh, if I run the DNC, you'll
always have our business.
This is either the stupidest
night of our lives...
Or the best.
I'm feeling it.
What?
That most dangerous feeling...
Hope.
Yeah. There's only one problem.
What?
He wants me to figure out Kurt.
The NRA.
Oh, God.
Right. That's awkward.
In more ways than
you can imagine.
Is he all right?
I think we can see a
way to making this work.
He had some fascinating
and inspired ideas.
What happened to your crutches?
Oh, he laid his
hands on my ankle.
W-Where did he go?
Oh, he had an appointment.
Ah, one more thing.
We need to accommodate
his shooting schedule.
First he needs to tell
the Republican Party "no"
and then he is signed on
to do Scorpion King 6.
He wants to do both.
Of course the presidency
would be in first position.
- Hello!
- Hey!
We have the witnesses!
- You made it!
- We did.
I thought you guys were joking.
- We were.
- Then we weren't.
All right.
You kids ready?
Marissa Gold, do
you take Zev Beker
to be your lawfully
wedded husband?
I do.
Zev Beker, do you
take Marissa Gold to be
your lawfully wedded wife?
I do.
I now pronounce you
husband and wife.
Your client again?
No. The RNC.
Did you give them
money in my name?
No.
"Dear Mr. and Mrs. McVeigh,
"Thank you very much for
your generous contribution
to the Republican
National Committee."
It's a form letter.
They're mailing us MAGA hats.
Don't say I never
gave you anything.
Kurt. This isn't working.
What isn't?
You and me.
Why not?
You know why not. We
have nothing in common.
Every time we talk,
it's a minefield of
political frustrations.
Not for me.
Then you're a better person.
Diane, I-I haven't changed.
You knew what I believed in.
Yes. But the world has changed.
The right wing has changed.
I mean, these school shootings.
I lie awake at night,
and I'm thinking
I can't believe
what you believe in.
You seem so sane, and
yet these people...
Ted Cruz. Marjorie
Taylor Greene. Boebert.
Diane, we've always stayed away
from all that kind of stuff.
Well, I can't anymore.
I... I just can't.
Have you met someone?
No. No.
Not in the way that you mean.
In what way then?
There are just
people that I talk to
who think the way I think.
About politics, about
literature, about music. I'm...
I'm tired of shutting
off that part of myself.
Don't make this about
politics if it's not.
It is about politics.
And it is about beliefs.
And our beliefs are
seriously not aligned.
So, there's no room for love?
I don't... I don't
know. I mean...
Yes, there's always
room for love.
But that just feels so
inconsequential next to...
Next to everything
that's going on.
So, what then?
Well, I mean...
You go to D.C. for
your convention.
I stay here. And that's it.
We barely live together now.
So let's just continue that way.
And then, I mean, that's it.
What are you doing?
Getting an Uber. Goodbye.
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