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Is that mail from home?
Bills from home.
I wish I hadn't fired the accountants
so I could look like Joe Average Citizen
who writes his own checks to pay the gas
and the electric.
There's nothing average about you, sir.
What's this?
I thought I lost mine,
so I picked that up at the gas station.
That is not smart, babe.
An untraceable and unsecured line?
What are you hiding?
It's a surprise.
So is this.
Oh.
Well, hello. What's this for?
Senator.
What the hell is going on?
Oh. Fuck the phone.
Or me.
Aah! No, no, no, no!
No, no, no!
I'm guessing I have your fucking attention now, huh?
Sit up.
My God.
All right, all right, all right!
I said sit up, not stand up.
All right.
Careful.
Why, Alex?
Why did you make me do that to you, huh?
I don't know.
I like you.
Rico, you're fucking crazy.
No, no. No, no, no.
I'm the good guy.
I've done a lot for you, bro.
Rico, please, let me go.
I gave you money for Christmas presents for Omar
when you were broke.
I pulled you out of Homestead Detention Center
before you got raped again.
You owe me!
You probably had those guys jump me.
You're like a brother to me, Alex.
- I was looking out for you. - Yeah, right.
You never answer your cellphone.
You never return texts.
What the fuck, huh?!
- Huh? - There was... There was...
There was nothing new to tell you, man.
No?
You bled like a cochinita to that reporter.
Had to pay her a visit.
- What? - Yeah.
Just fucked with her head a little bit.
Jesus.
You're not helping your cause, Alex.
You're all over the map on this one.
What the fuck were you gonna do with that gun...
the gun that I gave you?
Were you gonna kill me?!
I don't want to do this anymore.
You ain't got a fucking say!
Stop making me fucking hurt you!
Rico, please!
What did you tell her?
Did you blow this fucking thing up?
What do you mean? How could I do that?
All right, I just take notes
on what I see around here and report them to you.
Fuck.
Hey, you remember that... that Silicon Valley turd?
The one that came to lead that conference
protesting the Keystone Pipeline?
Yes.
You remember him?
The guy that liked to jack it while spanking little girls?
I told you yes.
You did us a solid with him, bro.
It was fucking horrible what I did to him.
Fucking twisted left-wing liberal sicko.
He asked for it being a pervert.
But that pipeline, it's coming.
And he... he's in prison in Marion.
He's getting popped like a grape, bro.
Why does the suffering of others make you so happy?
It's a, uh... it's a survival, Alex.
It's, uh... what... what do you call it... a strategy.
My demons... they stopped returning my calls years ago.
I'm lonely.
Senator Faulkner didn't do anything.
Prove it. You're on the clock.
I assumed your guys created the set-up.
No, Langley frowns on that, bro.
No, they don't.
You're right, bro. You're right.
They don't give a shit.
Long as the deal gets done, the intel's gathered,
and the bodies buried, I run free.
What interest does the CIA
- have in Faulkner not being president? - None.
I don't understand.
We didn't do this.
We're playing catch-up.
In fact, I'm alone on this one.
- The Agency isn't in it? - No.
The premise of this narrative... mine alone.
- What about Dellahunt? - Oh, he's all over it.
He's coming down here to stab Faulkner in the fucking heart.
Faulkner's a good guy, Rico.
You guys got him all wrong.
You met him?
Couple of days ago, yes.
What did he say to you?
Nothing, no.
It was just a feeling I got from talking to him.
He's a politician.
Precludes him from the good.
If you didn't set Faulkner up, who did?
I didn't say I didn't.
I'm not admitting anything. You know the rules.
Plausible deniability.
That doesn't mean you're innocent.
You're bleeding, bro.
Thank you.
This world... it's not fun anymore.
You ever feel that way?
I mean it. It used to be clear.
Less interference.
Now it's all confused.
Too many people.
Too many agendas and not enough bullets.
You should find a wife.
I'd just lose her.
It's always personal with you.
What is it this time?
- '57 Chevys. - What?
Cuba.
Oh, that's right.
I was born on the beach in Key Largo, Alex,
as my mother walked away from a sinking raft.
My father... he drowned right out there.
That's how fucking much they hated Castro.
Faulkner's talking about closing Guantanamo
if he gets elected.
There's a pack of us who will not let that happen.
Including Dellahunt.
There's a pack of us.
So this is a single-issue vendetta.
He'll never take the oath.
Up to me, he wouldn't live through the night.
Why are you telling me all this?
What do you mean?
I mean, you're talking about serious crimes.
I shouldn't hear all this shit.
I never have before.
Look, I just spy on politicians
and celebrities for you.
Alex.
It doesn't matter what I say to you here.
Why?
'Cause you're gonna die today.
Madeline, you got to eat.
We're on two different planes
in three different cities today.
I know. I... I don't... I don't know what it is.
I just...
I guess I'm nervous for tomorrow. That's all.
Honey.
What?
Food issues put you in the hospital
a couple of times, you know?
Just be honest and let me help you.
Huh?
You're just... you're too busy to deal with my stuff.
What?
Never. Never.
It was, um...
Hi.
It was... it was my sponsor calling.
Why be ashamed of that?
'Cause I don't want to be a pain.
I know that I've made mistakes.
You know what? When we get back tonight,
we're gonna go to a meeting, okay?
- Okay. Thank you. - I love you.
I love you, too.
Do you care if I pray?
Go ahead. I pray all the time.
Our father, who art in Heaven...
- To yourself. - Geez.
The irony kills me.
What irony?
That you think this shit works.
Makes no sense.
Do you believe there's a hell?
Fuck, yes.
But it's not a lake of fire.
It's this room. It's this life.
I disagree.
How can you?
Look at the position that you're in, Alex.
Think about what's gonna happen to you
in a couple of minutes.
How is that not hell on Earth?
Well, because of my faith.
Faith? You need a rescue.
You need the fucking Marines to blow through that door
and shoot me to kingdom come.
Why do I have to die?
What did she pay you?
Who?
- The slag reporter. - She... $1,000.
You dumb fuck. You dumb fuck.
You're a dumb fuck.
I'd have given you twice that just to shut your cake hole.
Why didn't you come to me, huh?
Look, I told you. I wanted this to all stop.
Well, be careful what you wish for, huh?
You know, you did this to yourself, Alex,
and it's breaking my heart.
I'm nothing.
I'm just a bullet in the chamber.
- I'm not the gun. - Who's the gun?
Dellahunt, the CIA, my merc employers.
Rico, please.
What did you tell her?
What did you see?
Help me out of what I think I got to do to you.
Look, I saw a woman walk out of a room
on the sixth fucking floor, all right?
Nothing else.
No crime. No rape. No drugs.
And suddenly, it's my fucking death sentence.
Not just any sixth floor, Alex, but the sixth floor
of where the possible 45th President
of the United States was staying.
Look, that's all I saw.
You swear?
Yes.
Fuck.
No.
See? I knew, buddy.
Tell me the truth.
Look, I saw a woman
walk into a suite on the sixth floor.
I heard a fight.
She came out a little fucked up.
And?
She had a card key, and she walked into Faulkner's room.
That's the truth. I swear.
What did I do so wrong that warrants my murder?
You inflicted yourself into an opportunity
to affect the outcome of this election...
the future of this country.
This war is just another way to manage policy.
Look, we're not at war, Rico.
Wars aren't just armies and genocides, Alex.
Wars can be quiet affairs like this one.
Whether he fucked that broad in the pail or not
is immaterial.
What matters is that we decide where to aim,
and no one else drives the story.
So this is your patriotic duty.
I love this country.
- Look, so do I. - Well, you should.
So... so what if Medina decides to publish the story?
Right, you wanted him out of the race.
That hands it to you.
Out of the race, not out of politics.
What does that mean?
It means your ass, Paco.
Why? Look, it makes no sense killing me.
- No? - No.
Your parents fled Cuba
to enjoy the rule of law, right?
You're damn straight, they did.
So how does my murder honor their struggle?
I don't... What are you saying?
I'm saying what you're planning to do to me
is exactly what Castro did to the Cuban people
for the last 55 years.
I don't think your family fled to America
to have their son pull the same shit Castro did.
You want a beer?
Yeah.
Me, too.
Let Lionel Bromel at the Business Roundtable lobby know
that I will make the dinner at the Hay-Adams,
but I can only stay for drinks
because, uh, you make something up.
Yes, Senator.
Uh, Jeffrey Burland at the CFR should meet Yancy in our office
to give her a briefing on the Syria findings
so that she can report them to me
so that I can make a decision
about what fucking position to take
- on the spending bill on my desk. - Yes.
And, uh, tell, uh, Sturgis that I'm here
and that I need a full report on the Faulkner crisis
before I confront him tomorrow.
You got it, sir.
Uh, Senator, may I ask you something?
Shoot.
Senator Faulkner has a 30% lead in the polls.
He's gonna win the nomination
and absolutely the presidency.
And... ?
He's in our party.
I... I don't understand.
W... why are you so adamant to destroy him?
The Republicans are for sure gonna hold a majority
in both houses of Congress.
We need a rock star to sway public opinion,
or we'll never be able to pass any legislation.
Ours is not to reason why.
Ours is but to do and die.
Sir... ?
You have never read
Tennyson's "The Charge of the Light Brigade"?
No, of course not.
You can't friend great literature
on fucking Facebook.
What does the quote mean, sir?
Never question the finality of an order or its outcome.
I'm sorry, sir.
Sorry.
Davis Faulkner was like a son to me.
He sought me out for guidance during his freshman term.
I taught him how the Senate works,
the secret handshakes, the taboos,
how to dust a lie with the truth.
Then he took the wheel and he did brilliant things.
But nothing... and I mean not a fucking thing
about that man that is as it seems.
When he smiles, I can feel the darkness.
Whiskey. Neat.
I'm doing the patriotic thing.
I'm saving the country by destroying him.
I loved him like my own blood for a while there,
but you know what they say...
"The more time I spend with family,
the more I like dogs."
Ahh.
Fucking Iranians.
What did they do?
Invented beer 7,000 years ago.
I bet you it was simpler then.
No honeysuckle juju-bee Belgian
white fucking clover-bell lager piss.
Keeping it simple.
It's the only thing that I pat them on the back for.
They're gonna miss me downstairs.
It won't be long. Don't worry.
What are you waiting for?
I told you, Alex.
This isn't easy for me. I like you.
You seem calmer.
The alcohol.
I thought you would beg more.
I thought you would cry.
I just wish I could see my family one last time.
I left the apartment in such a rush.
You walk out the door to work
feeling stressed about being late,
so you skip all the hugs and kisses goodbye, and then...
then there's a gun in your mouth, and your life is gone.
Sounds nicer when you put it that way.
What are you and Dellahunt gonna do to Faulkner?
Gonna derail his abortion of a campaign.
We're gonna fuck him up good.
In the press, TV, what?
We're gonna make it more personal.
How do you mean?
He may not live if he doesn't agree to terms.
Destroying him in the press... that's nothing.
He's got to keep quiet.
- He knows things. - He does.
Come on. Up.
Why did you do this to my life?
I needed someone soft and controllable, Alex...
someone with an emotional Achilles heel.
- My family? - Yes.
And someone with a past
that they were ashamed to admit to.
My grandfather?
How often do you get a chance
to recruit Schutzstaffel offspring?
Look, I'm not like him. I wasn't in the S.S.
Shame.
Ohh!
Do you remember the night that I met you
at CBP Detention Center in Homestead, Alex?
Y... you wanted me to kill that narco from El Salvador.
He wasn't just a narco, Alex.
He was connected with Iran-Contra.
Idiot death squad missed him in San Salvador,
and he ran up here looking for asylum
and ready to open up old wounds and ruin a few guys...
a few guys who were still in Congress.
Dellahunt?
You were right, though.
When you turned me down, I had those guys assault you.
What?
I fucking hate this!
I mean, I truly hate this, Alex.
Fuck!
I had to get your attention.
Look at me, you're fucking crazy!
Damn it! Let me go!
You weren't meant to be, Alex.
Help me! Aah!
No, no! God!
Help me! Help me!
Fuck! Help me!
No!
What did you tell her?
What did you tell her?!
- Medina? - No. Your wife.
Huh?
I...
You want to see your wife?
- Here, look. - No.
See?
See what I did to her? You see?
- Does she know about you? - No.
Does she know what you did for me?
No.
Did you tell her about Faulkner?
No!
You know what?
I believe you, Alex.
So she's gonna live.
And your son, too.
Rico!
Can I buy you a drink?
Love one.
Long day?
A lot of heavy lifting.
I don't know.
Barkeep, a double Michter, neat,
and a shot of tequila.
Is Faulkner back from Houston yet?
Land in an hour, sir.
Is he expecting you?
Yes.
I have information for you.
Well, save it for later.
I've been rode hard and put up wet.
I checked out the guy that hit your car, sir.
- Faulkner? - No connection.
Oh, he is good, that boy.
I have information for you.
We'll save it for later.
You drinking to forget?
There's not enough booze.
Angela?
Yeah, it's me.
Why the fuck does my wife keep calling you?
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