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It is incredibly dangerous that I am talking to you.
Then why did you call?
Because there's people trying to find you.
I know.
Tommy D chased some guy off his boat
the other night who was looking for me.
What the fuck, Davis?
What happened that night?
I... I can't remember anything.
I can't talk about it.
It was horrifying.
Did we have sex?
Sort of.
You were really fucked up.
Did I let you in? Did I call you?
Did I make this happen?
Davis...
I thought we were over.
We are.
So how did...
How'd this happen?
I don't know.
I do not know.
You know, if the press finds you,
if the FBI finds you, I am ruined.
I'll lie.
I don't...
I don't want you to lie.
But I'd do that for you. You know that.
I left my necklace,
the one you gave me,
in the bedside table drawer.
You should get rid of it.
Yeah, I... I found it.
I'm flying to Little Rock today.
I'll leave it in the hotel's security office.
This is so fucked.
I really loved you.
Angela, is there anyone else involved?
Is there anything you're not telling me
or are afraid to tell me?
Angela?
Someone's out to get you.
That's all I can say.
Were you paid to set me up?
Yes.
Do you miss me?
Davis...
do you miss me?
Yeah.
Me too.
Hi. I'm, uh, picking up a necklace
a friend of mine left for me.
Wallis Simpson?
Thank you.
Oh! I'm sorry.
That's all right.
Uh, wait. Do I know you? You look familiar.
No, sir.
Are you sure? What's your name?
Excuse me.
Moment of your time, Miss Mancarlo?
I'm sorry, no...
- How do you know my name? - Does it matter?
Look, I know who you are,
and I know what happened here with Senator Faulkner.
I have to go.
Ah.
You can either go to jail or let me buy you a drink.
Uh, same for me and for the lady.
What's the other guy look like?
Uh... I am the other guy.
So...
How do you do it?
How do you start?
Start what?
Being a whore.
No, I'm interested.
Um...
My father raped me a lot.
And I turned to heroin to escape the painful memories.
I... needed cash,
so I started fucking guys and girls for drug money.
Really?
No!
Well, how, then?
It's a skill I was born with.
Like Tony Stewart was born to race cars
and cops were born to eat doughnuts.
But I retired on top, as it were.
So you're no longer a whore.
"Whore"? It's too broad a term.
It applies to too many things...
lawyers, dirty cops, politicians.
I was a call girl.
Slut semantics.
I love it.
Talking dirty turns you on, doesn't it?
I can see it in your eyes.
Uh...
Senator Faulkner ever pay you for sex?
Have you ever paid for sex?
Well, I... I did, but I... I didn't realize I was been paying for it
until I got the divorce.
You're still under investigation
for your husband's murder, right?
Avril was killed by his associates.
But you're still a suspect.
Because I had a motive.
What was the motive?
You seem to know everything.
Battery and spousal rape.
That was just the honeymoon.
Why'd his associates kill him?
I don't know. It was real greaseball shit.
Ask them.
Look, I run a party-planning business
in the Gables, and I need to get to work.
Why were you here today?
What were you picking up from the security office?
That's none of your business.
Oh-ho. You're buying time to make up a lie.
I can see that in your eyes.
I organized a party here last month.
Really? For who?
For some players from the Dolphins and the Heat.
What kind of party?
The private kind.
I lost a necklace in one of the suites upstairs.
Okay. That's bullshit.
- Look it up. - I will.
Look, reason I'm here is
I'm trying to sort out if another crime occurred to you.
Aww, you're so sweet.
Yeah, I get that a lot.
I want to know...
did Senator Faulkner ever assault you?
Who?
The front-running candidate for president? Stop it.
I don't know him.
That's not what I asked you.
I don't know him.
Ma'am, you had an affair with the man a year and a half ago.
I did?
Now, if you fuck as much as you lie,
you should be in the Fuck Hall of Fame.
Successful men are targets.
What can I tell you?
But it's a circumstance I'm sure you're unable to relate to.
It won't be a problem tying you to Faulkner.
- Well, then I'm happy for you. - Why?
Because the path of least resistance becomes you.
Hate to have you break a sweat.
Hotel receipts, phone records,
surveillance cameras, e-mails, texts.
No one gets to be invisible anymore, lady.
Then why are the drug dealers running free,
using drop phones from Walmart?
I'm not after a drug dealer.
I'm after you, and I'm after Senator Faulkner.
- To what end? - The truth.
The truth is that the Senator is obviously
scaring some people... scaring them because he's gonna win.
He wins with clean hands, I walk.
No harm, no foul. Fuck do I care?
But that's not the case here, is it?
I wouldn't know.
I can't speak to the haters.
Women like you are collateral window dressing
in cases like these.
What do you mean?
I mean, you don't fucking matter.
You don't matter to the people that are after the Senator.
And if you become dangerous to him...
you won't matter to him, either.
This isn't dime-store-novel bullshit, lady.
Accessories like you wind up facedown in the Glades,
or you die in a car wreck in the rain,
or you O.D. from some drug you've never taken before.
Look what happened to Marilyn Monroe.
She got loud, and they jacked her full of dope.
I'll take that drink now.
The idea of a Silent Majority is a ridiculous premise
cooked up by politicians
and meant to invent invisible support
where there was none.
Millions of unheard voices who never existed
and invented only to support bad policies.
Well, that stops now!
Let me tell, you my fellow Americans,
you are the majority!
You make the decisions, you make the changes,
and you make the difference.
And as your president,
it will be as if we are at the same table every night,
standing as one for our beloved families and our country.
Thank you.
And God bless America.
Straight, warm vodka?
My father...
Oh, the one who raped you.
- That's the one. - Yeah.
He always told me to drink "see-throughs."
Is that clear booze?
Clear booze... no color, no mixers.
Colored booze and mixers make you sick
and are easier to spike.
A wise man.
He was.
Where you grow up?
Apalachicola, St. George Island.
You should have another drink.
We're losing light.
Fuckin' A.
Goddamn.
Pretty girl like you... shit.
What do you mean?
Just getting caught up in a fracas like this.
Shitty life getting shittier.
I feel for you.
I can tell.
You got... you got quiet a minute ago. Why?
I mean, when I was talking about
the mortality of women in your position.
I was just sad for Norma Jean.
Sad that women like her...
women like me, we get our teeth kicked in...
end up dead, all because we got loved up,
got lied to... and got lost.
That doesn't have to happen to you.
It's the story of my life, Agent Waverly.
It's the story of my life.
Well, don't suffer in silence.
I'm suffering?
What he did to you, the threats on your life.
I've said none of that to you.
Well, you know, you implied it.
Ah, I was going for the sympathy vote.
Jesus Christ!
You don't get it, do you?
You're a material witness, all right?
I keep diggin', find out you're lying,
you're going to jail.
Then you go before a grand jury, you lie to them,
you're gonna be pumping dyke prison matrons
instead of rich politicians.
You follow me?
I want immunity and protection, then.
What's the word of a whore worth?
A lot, according to you.
You fucked your way to the middle, lady.
I can't help you.
I want to do the right thing.
The right thing is to come clean, tell the truth.
I mean, save this country the black eye
of electing a drug-abusing whore-champion.
I want your business card and badge number.
- Fuck you! - You son of a bitch!
Get off!
You're under arrest.
For what?
Fighting off a drunk FBI agent?!
You don't know what's going on here.
Neither do you, you fat fuck.
You're acting like an animal in public.
And you just bought me a "get of jail free" card
- with all these witnesses. - I'm sorry.
You see the speech on CNN?
What did you think?
Great, right? Right?
What gives, Maddie girl?
Oh, you're not losing me.
Geez, Madeline.
I mean, what the fuck do I do with that?
I am breaking my back out here.
I can't quit now.
I'd have no future.
No future in anything at all.
It's all over.
Baby, I am so sorry that this is so hard.
If... If they can't find her, they can't use her against me.
I will take care of her.
Not like that, for God's sake.
I'll handle it.
I promise you, I will make it go away.
Baby, I love you so much.
It's just this guy and his lies.
Lying is currency.
It keeps the devil on the other side of the door.
Yeah, I agree with that.
Why'd your wheels come off? What happened to you?
I could ask you the same thing.
Every decision in my life has been my own,
even the bad ones. Can you say the same?
Lady, I work for the Justice Department.
I can't take a piss in my own house
without writing a fucking memo.
So what happened?
Well, too many curveballs,
too many swings, too many sins.
Aah. Careful.
Self-pity is as addictive as meth.
Look, I think the task at hand is a way for...
it's a way for you and I to find
some moral sanctuary here, you know?
Do the right thing!
You're washing your hands of sin, are you?
Pilate's got nothing on me.
What you don't understand, what you're not getting,
is that I have nothing to hide or lie about.
See, I could help you there.
What?
Circumstances and foggy recollections...
that's all I need.
I don't need facts.
Do your tactics ever really work?
You'd be surprised.
You know, you say you're in danger.
No, I didn't.
And I know something happened here
between you and Senator Faulkner.
Don't deny it. Don't waste your breath.
For whatever weaknesses I've surrendered to,
deep down, I still believe in the rule of law.
But I haven't gotten so bent and fucked up
that I've forgotten what the job means.
That explains the sexist rage disorder.
You're gonna go before a grand jury.
Don't fuck them around
like you've been fucking me around...
and I'll do what I can to help.
Let's get out of here.
Yeah?
All right.
I was thinking...
That come natural?
We're working at cross purposes.
I want this fucker humiliated and in jail.
So do I.
You bullshitting me right now?
We're past that.
So what do we do?
Set him up.
I know how to get ahold of him.
He'll still take your call after all this?
Hell, I know he will.
Well, tell me.
No, he's smart. He'll know, and he'll run.
What then?
Not here.
Where?
I keep a room here.
Ooh.
You make enough dough to keep a room at the Grand Daymark?
There's a lot of money in fuckin', my friend.
I guess.
How much you cost?
Your pension couldn't cover it.
Oh. What are you doing?
Visual aids.
Yeah.
I can get Faulkner up here, into this suite.
Can you wire the room?
What's the room number?
Eleventy.
Okay.
I can get him to talk about the night he...
raped and beat me up.
He raped you?
Yeah, it's his thing.
So are the drugs.
Lots of them.
God.
But, um...
I don't want to be brought in, okay?
Just him.
I don't want to have to speak against him.
Oh, you like him, don't you?
Agent Waverly, I love him.
I have since I met him.
His marriage was going sideways.
He was like a lonely kid
whose parents lost him at the mall.
And even if the relationship was a lie,
the feelings were true.
He raped you.
Promise me.
That why you're showing me your tits?
I haven't shown you anything yet.
Yeah.
Wait, wait.
I need to relax.
Yeah, me too.
Take your skirt off.
Lie on the bed.
Yeah.
Lie on the bed.
Jesus Christ, yeah.
Look at you.
Are you ready?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
Mm, yeah, look at you.
I'm gonna be doing just this to Faulkner.
Yeah, baby.
I can get some cameras in here, too.
- Oh, good. - Yeah.
I love cameras.
Yeah, you like cameras.
I do. Yeah.
Oh, no, no, no.
You just lie there and let me do all the work.
- Yeah, you do the work. - Yeah.
Yeah, you do the work.
That feels good, doesn't it?
Yeah. That's real good.
Yeah, I bet you like that.
Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
You want it?
- I want it. - You want it?
Oh, fuck.
Yeah? You want to fuck me?
- Yeah? - Yeah, let's fuck.
You want to do this?
You ready for it?
Waverly?
Where you go, baby?
Hi.
Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
Baby, I love you.
Uh-huh.
I'll eat you up.
Oh, yeah?
Fuckin' lightweight.
Ohh!
And as your president,
it will be as if we are at the same table every night,
standing as one for our beloved families
and our country.
Thank you.
And God bless America.
Holy shit!
It's over, baby.
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