Graves

Previously on "Graves"...

Do what's right tomorrow at the Treadwell parole thing.

This guy's mother shouldn't die

thinking that what he did was in any way her fault.

Martin Treadwell has been granted a weekend furlough.

I can't talk now, Jonathan.

It'll only take a second.

The RPAC conference is gonna honor you, Mr. President.

- What do you mean "family"? - I'm pregnant.

- Chuy, I'm out. - Yeah?

The best fucking agent that ever lived

got you your own show.

My mom always loved you, sir.

She worked the Graves For President office

and worked door-to-door.

You need to learn to pivot,

direct him away from those cliffs

he's so hell-bent on going over.

The risks that I've taken for you, the lies that I've told!

I quit.

Then I graduated summa cum laude,

president of Hasty Pudding.

Of course, you might have read that.

The three and a half years I spent at Harvard...

I graduated a semester early...

were truly invaluable.

Harvard pretty boy, huh?

I can't take credit for my looks, sir.

What can I say, God gave with both hands.

I don't like you.

I don't need you to like me, sir.

My job is to assist.

I do, however, have every confidence

once you see what I bring to the table,

you'll feel differently.

No, no, I won't.

Go easy on Eric, darling.

He was Dick Cheney's body man for three years

and his recommendation for Eric used the word "superstar".

Thank you, ma'am.

- Maggie, what's all this? - You know what this is.

My campaign and our appearances...

you have to have your detail back.

It's not up for discussion.

And you know what? I have some good news, honey.

RPAC summit is inviting you back again this year.

And again, I'm not going to attend.

Except, boss, this time we need you to accept.

They're giving you the Reagan Award, sir,

honoring your transformational presidency.

Who cares? They gave that award to Dan Quayle, didn't they?

Well, it's not about any award.

I need you there. I'm gonna announce my Senate candidacy at RPAC.

Margaret Graves For Senate is officially a go.

The attendee list is huge.

The Kochs, Adelson, Whitaker, the Bushes, the governor...

Okay, so because they're honoring the former president,

the summit is coming here to Santa Fe. So...

So they're basically handing Margaret the platform.

It's the party showing full support.

It's a new chapter, angel.

Oh, yes, yes. New chapter.

I need to get out a bit.

We'll start with Mr. Graves' favorite spot for a bite.

Plaza Coffee Shop, I believe.

Then, depending on your energy level, sir,

a walk around the square for some exercise...

Do not hurt him.

Quickly, let's go.

Hello, Mother.

I've been waiting a long time for this.

A long time.

Let me explain something to you, okay?

If Google has a right to read my emails

and the NSA has a right to tap my phones,

then I feel like I should have a right to walk around with my junk out

because privacy is dead.

Look, you and I got lucky and fell out of a vagina

on the right side of the border.

That can't be the only way to decide

who gets to be a citizen here.

It's like people with fair trade coffee

would rather fight a war on Christmas

than a war on ISIS.

It's like I always say,

people are only as stupid as their vote.

Medicare is no different from hookers in Reno.

They both want to suck you dry.

I'm gonna come over there

and beat the truth into you.

- You belong here, Jeremy. - Oh, you're too kind.

Your own half-hour show. Nothing fancy.

We'll shoot it on the set at our affiliate in Albuquerque.

We guarantee you one show per week, all right?

That's Saturdays at 6:00 P.M.

But, you know, the way you're blowing up shit these days,

we'll probably end up with three or four prime-time slots.

Just keep that shit and the anger flowing.

Yeah, well, you're not gonna have to worry about that, Doug.

I'm basically like a bottomless well of acerbic observation.

Also, just to be up front,

you are gonna be asked about your mother and father.

I'm not gonna lie to you, I mean, that's part of the whole appeal.

That's part of your brand, you know?

Bitter former first son giving us

a warts-and-all look into his family and the world.

Hey, fuck 'em if they can't take a joke, right?

So, I'm out of here.

I'm packing up and I'm leaving next week.

Where you going?

Guess I'll know when I get there.

I'm Eric, President Graves' new assistant.

Wait, so Isaiah's gone for good?

Who? Never heard of him.

Well, that sucks.

I guess I shouldn't be that surprised by it,

but still.

You upset about it?

No, don't be ridiculous.

I never wanted that kid. Don't want this kid either.

Hold on a sec.

I've been reading your book.

Sort of borrowed it from Isaiah,

and I actually think I get it now.

That kid was like your own Frankenstein's monster.

I mean, here you said, "Politics is not much different than the movies.

You and your spouse are cast in the roles the electorate expect to see you in.

Image is the beginning of your message.

It's your brand."

Unfortunate, but true.

No, that's unfortunate. Period.

Look, I've been loving what you've been doing

and it's been pretty fucking amazing being a part of it,

but, man, you've been so busy

trying to fix the world that you fucked up,

you forgot that there are people that live in it.

So as far as Isaiah goes, look back to who he was

when he first started working for you.

You broke him and broken people run.

Of all the people that you feel you may owe an apology to,

he just might be at the top of your list.

It's been real.

Interesting girl.

I did my second dissertation on variances of Stockholm syndrome.

- You're fired. - What?

Fired.

It's really happening, guys.

You bet your Jimmy Choos it's happening.

Now, if we're serious on making the announcement at RPAC,

there's very little time, not to mention

the recent polls that just came in are lower than expected.

I don't understand. I've always polled so well with the public.

Of course you do. Don't let this one bring you down.

People are fickle. They just want to get to know you again.

I hope so.

Well, we need to land on your message, like, yesterday.

"Moving America forward for New Mexico."

What the hell does that mean?

We tested it. People think they know what it means.

Don't forget your meeting with Chet Whitaker

downtown in a couple of hours.

He's not a done deal...

publically undecided as to where he's putting his money.

He's already met with Nash. He wants to see you dance.

Come on, Whitaker's an old establishment money guy.

He can't possibly take Nash seriously.

Well, whether he does or not, he sees you as the wife, not the candidate.

And why aren't we discussing Jonathan Dalton?

There's no reason two fat cows shouldn't be milked.

Not yet. I just... we need to be careful and considered.

Anyway, welcome, y'all.

Come on over here and tell me your names.

I'm Margaret.

Oh, boy.

God damn it.

It's okay. I've got another one in the oven.

Hey, no worries. It's okay, babe.

Yeah.

Um, listen, babe,

I love your positivity,

but isn't there anything that would

or could make you, I don't know, unhappy?

'Cause there's always some bad with the good.

You know, something to bitch about, right?

No, not really.

Excuse me.

- Hey, bro. - False alarm.

Chuy!

Oh, my gosh. What a surprise!

Oh, are you gonna stay for dinner?

Company! I love it.

Oh!

And we might be able to feed you like proper hosts.

Say a little prayer.

Holy shit.

Hey, babe.

I don't believe it.

You... well, you're...

Yes, Mrs. Miller, I'm...

No, you don't have to say who you are.