Graves

Previously on "Graves"...

It's just the Senate.

And if I decide to run,

it would mean a lot to know that you were on board.

- Yo. - Jeremy, picture this.

Son of a president, newsman.

Like Wolf Blitzer?

Lil bro's gonna be a TV star.

My assistant will give you his private number.

If there's anything you ever need, call me.

This came for you.

It's divorce papers.

You've had a panic attack.

It felt like a heart attack.

I need you to come with me.

Not what I was expecting.

- Sammy? - Hmm?

- I like you. - Don't.

Former Prime Minister Trevor Lloyd has cancer.

This was his friend.

I watched as he shed

the anchor of regret.

Today, a nation in mourning

honors Former President Richard Graves,

dead at the age of 80.

The son of a cattle rancher,

Richard Graves was a true cowboy

turned conservative icon,

and arguably the most polarizing president

to occupy the Oval Office.

Despite his critics, he garnered respect

for his commitment to his hard-line beliefs

and celebration of American idealism.

But mostly, he was a fucking asshole.

So, I've been contemplating something recently.

A very big decision I have to make.

Your father knows about it, of course.

And since I have you both back home again,

which makes me so happy,

I've been asked to run for Senate.

Cool, yeah. Good for you, Mom.

Thomas Nash would be my primary opponent.

He is not fit to run.

Yeah, well, you'll kill it, no problem.

- Olivia? - Mm-hmm. Sure.

Hey, Charlize went brunette again.

On me... what do you think?

"Mad Max" hot or, like, "Monster" not?

I'm dying!

Mags. Maggie, I'm gonna die.

Yes, dear. We all are.

No, I can't.

Not yet. No.

Not yet. Not yet.

Oh, what fresh hell is this?

Richard, wait!

No.

Jerems?

- I love it. - Right?

Hell on Earth, getting old.

Just remember not to move, sir.

If you move, they'll have to start

the whole thing over again.

Just nice deep breaths, in and out.

- Nice and calm. - Shut the fuck up.

Absolutely.

I've got an email from Jacob, ma'am,

about issuing a statement regarding

Martin Treadwell's furlough hearing.

As usual, no comment.

We also got a letter from the Colorado corrections facility,

offering someone from the family to be at the hearing,

a victim impact statement

as to why Treadwell shouldn't be allowed out

to see his dying mother.

The man shot a president. I don't care how long ago.

And tell Jacob I want to keep that victim impact thing

- away from Jeremy. - Yes, ma'am.

We're talking about guns today.

We have one side who says

we need to control these guns.

And we have the other side,

who says, "Hey, Second Amendment."

Gun violence. What do we do?

Well, I like guns.

I mean, I own a whole slew of 'em.

But who gives a rat's ass what I like?

Let's say you're, I don't know,

any guy with a wife and kids at home

while he's out of town and some scumbag breaks in

to do harm to your family.

Well, where I'm from, a 911 response time

is basically like ordering a pizza.

You know, you pray that it arrives in 30 minutes

'cause you're starving, or in this case, dying.

So, if the difference between this guy

being a childless widower

and being able to keep his family

is his wife blowing that scumbag's face off,

then I say "Annie, get your goddamn gun."

But let's defer to the Supreme Court.

Yeah, we've got a problem,

but gun control isn't gonna fix it.

The only thing that's gonna fix it is an amendment.

And that's the Supreme Court talking, by the way, not me.

And the only way that's gonna happen

is if two-thirds of the same people

who can't even agree on whether or not

the world was created in seven days or a billion years

suddenly agree to give up their guns.

It's just not going to happen.

Right or wrong, gun control is nothing

but a bleeding heart circle jerk

with zero chance of a happy ending.

Jeremy Graves, folks.

Beating the truth, his version of it, right into me.

Thanks, Jeremy. We'll do this again.

You shouldn't be in here, mijo.

Oh, no, no. Ramona, it's fine.

I'm working, so...

Okay, okay.

This one's for you.

I'm gonna make you some lunch.

Would you like to buy some cookies?

What's your name, little scout?

Tanya.

You want to know what I really think about your little...

cookie cartel?

I was one of you once,

part of the self-oppressed harem

of little diabetes pushers you've got yourself mixed up with.

I mean, look at you, Tanya.

All whored up, turning sugar tricks

for your corporate pimp daddy.

But hey! Hey, hey, hey.

Who needs dignity, when we can have more American fat kids

who will eventually die of horrible heart-related diseases

just so Mommy and Daddy can brag about your quarterly sales

at Thanksgiving dinner?

Don't let them do it to you, Tanya.

Do you hear me? Fuck them.

Hello?

Hey, Sammy. It's me, Isaiah.

Isaiah, you just caught me

at a really bad time right now.

I can't talk.

Oh, that's fine. When would be...

That call was so tragic,

my hymen grew back.

For a man your age, Richard,

everything's normal.

- Anything else? - No, thank you.

I'm fine. Thank you, doctor.

I do have one more thing I'd like to talk about, sweetheart.

Your mood swings... the recent highs

and this particular low.

Let's not kid ourselves, Richard.

We're getting older. You just lost a friend.

At our age, you can't help but start thinking about our mortality.

Depression, anxiety, that's all part of it.

- I'm fine. - Based on conversation

I had with Margaret earlier,

I recommend psychiatric evaluation.

A shrink?

Lawrence told me you had a panic attack

after his rehearsal dinner.

I didn't even know that.

- I want you to talk to the therapist. - No.

Dr. Sandra Schwartz is the top of her field.

She's been fully vetted by me.

A lot of her clients are high-ranking officials

and politicians. She gets it.

You know what? We'll all sit down with her, the whole family.

God knows, there's a lot of shit we could work out.

Bullshit. The doctor said I'm fine? I'm fine!

I'm fine.

Damn it, Richard, it's already arranged.

She'll be at the house in a few hours!

Rockefellers wanted mediation,

so no court, which is good.

But what if I want to go to court?

No, you don't want to go to court.

With mediation, the records are sealed from the public.

They can say whatever they want

about you in open court,

and he's claiming gross misconduct on your part.

Clearly, William thinks he's got dirty laundry he can air

that'll lower any monetary settlement.

- What haven't you told us, honey? - I need a break.

I can hardly breathe in here, okay?

And in other Graves news.

Who has this?

It's being shopped.

A contact at Gawker just sent it.

I don't want you worrying about this. I've taken care of it.

No one will ever see it.

Hi, Annie.

Look, I talked to my kids about maybe running,

and because Richard is so depressed,

I don't think this is the right time.