Graves

Previously on "Graves"...

Just ask for your job back already.

- I'd like to come back. - And vote Thomas Nash for Senate.

This man is a disease.

Martin Treadwell, the would-be assassin

of former President Richard Graves,

has been granted a weekend furlough

in order to visit his dying mother.

I've been waiting a long time for this.

RPAC summit is inviting you back again this year.

They're giving you the Reagan Award, sir.

I'm gonna announce my Senate candidacy at RPAC.

There's a dead man in the living room!

- We've got to go. - Wait, wait, wait. His phone.

Sammy, I like you.

- We're never gonna be together. - Fuck you.

You belong here, Jeremy. Your own half-hour show.

Okay. Okay.

- Maggie. - I can't.

This is Erin York with "USA Today"

regarding the affair between Margaret Graves

and Jonathan Dalton when she was in the White House.

What?

- Have you told the president? - No, ma'am.

The reporter called late last night and I came straight to you this morning.

Good.

I appreciate that.

I'll tell Richard after the RPAC convention.

I don't want to worry him on his big day.

It's between he and I.

Oh, of course, ma'am.

What is it, Ramona?

Mr. Graves is looking for Isaiah.

All right, off you go.

Okay.

Let's see what I have here.

Morning, sir.

Oh, good morning, Isaiah.

Sit down.

I want to bend your ear for a minute.

I've been thinking.

The last few months for me,

well, have been kind of a delayed

mid-life crisis of sorts.

Oh, I wouldn't call it a crisis, sir.

An exploration, maybe.

You know, I need to put my estate in order,

tie up loose ends,

and make my peace with it, don't you think?

Yeah, well, that would be the conventional wisdom for someone your age,

but things have been so unconventional for so long.

Are you sure you're okay?

You know, I've got to put the past to bed

now that Margaret's really running.

There's something else I need from you.

Oh? Okay.

Write my acceptance speech.

Really?

For your RPAC award?

Something the party faithful can love.

Give them classic Graves,

some of that red meat crap that made you want to be me.

I'd be honored, sir.

Today is all about Richard Graves up and down the line.

I'm outside the yearly Republican Political Action Conference,

where luminaries and political junkies from across the nation

will gather over the next three days.

The conference has come to Santa Fe

to honor New Mexico's favorite son

former President Richard Graves,

who will receive the annual Ronald Reagan Award

in recognition of his lifetime of leadership

in the Republican party,

with his wife, former First Lady Margaret Graves,

giving the night's keynote.

Mortuary transfer will be here in a couple hours.

Time to go.

You hear me, Treadwell?

Yes, I heard you.

It's time to go.

President Graves!

President Graves!

I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't nervous as hell.

It's going to be great, Maggie.

Honey, you're gonna be fantastic.

Oh, I love seeing you like this.

- Like what? - Like my husband.

I've missed you.

Okay.

Hi. How are you?

Nice to see you.

This Dalton affair piece now? It's really not good.

- Oh, no, do you think so? - What do you want me to say, Lawrence?

They're accusing her of having an affair with Dalton 25 years ago.

Am I supposed to stand here and pretend it's not happening?

That's what I said to my first boyfriend. It worked.

Maggie, some good news.

Just hung up with a source at "USA Today."

Got a heads up that this reporter Erin York is here

roaming the event trying to get a statement.

Tell me that's not true.

If she's here fishing, it means she doesn't have what she needs yet.

Also, my source confirmed

- that nothing's breaking for two days. - And when it does?

It will be after you announce, and we'll deny the hell out of it.

An old left-wing rumor that's been circulating for decades.

- One of many. - There you go, hon.

Now you're playing it. Dancing the dance.

Maggie, does the president know about this Dalton piece?

No. No one's gonna tell him but me.

What about Jeremy and Livy?

I'm Jeremy Graves, and it doesn't get more exciting than this.

'Cause this Saturday and every Saturday,

I'm breaking into your house

for a painful dose of the truth.

Deal with it, America.

And we're out.

Unh!

I want you on our air as soon as fucking possible.

This is too much, man. I mean, I'd call it a dream come true

if I ever allowed myself to dream this big, which I never did.

To be honest with you, I kind of just saw my future

as, like, an endless succession of rehabs

and manic depression and spending my trust fund.

But the show, it's great. It's nuts, you know?

- You're nuts! - Right.

I mean, obviously near clinical,

and let's find a way to keep you in that space.

- Remember. - Yeah?

Unhappy is your brand. Misery begets ratings.

Right, but maybe we could lighten it up every once in...

So, I hear your father's gonna be at the summit, huh?

Yeah, I'm heading there right after this.

Do me a favor. Take notes.

Our first episode will write itself.

Okay.

Agents Hill and O'Leary, ma'am.

FBI Albuquerque field office.

We're looking for Jeremy Graves.

We have a couple questions for him about Arturo Del Rey.

- Fuck. - Yes, come in, please.

Hey, Livy.

- Uncle Jacob. - What's going on?

We need your help.

Hello, friend. How are you?

Okay, and, sir, you just have that lunch

with your former White House cabinet.

Did you finish the speech yet for tonight?

Uh, almost, sir. Just polishing.

Well, it better be great, Isaiah.

Because this is probably the last time I'll ever speak to this crowd,

so it's the final chapter.

The last moment in the chapter, all right?

- Okay. - All right.

- I'll catch up to you later. - Okay.

Finish the speech, young man.

So, you're sitting down with the Daughters of the American Revolution,

but just remember that you're a woman conservative men want to sleep with

and Republican women want to be.

- Okay. - Ah, First Lady.

- Wow. - Mr. Nash.

- So nice to see you. - Nice?

Is it really nice?

Oh, come on, announce already, will you?

Jeez, I am literally just itching out of my skin

waiting to tussle with you.

Patience, Mr. Nash.

- Margaret. - Chet.

- Y'all know Chet Whitaker. - Oh, of course.

And, by the way, I used your Southern colloquial "y'all"

since Chet here has agreed to back my primary campaign.

So, we're sort of family now.

You've really got your hands full with this one, Chet.

I think he thinks the sun comes up just to hear him crow.

Cock-a-doodle-doo.

- Damn it. - It's okay.

Forget about Whitaker's blood money.

Oh, yeah, sure. Let's forget about it.

That is a great attitude, Lawrence.

Well, it's better than pouting about things beyond your control.

- I am not pouting. - My God.

- Ow. - The two of you need to stop this.

Whatever the hell is going on, you need to fix it...

or find another candidate.

This better all be worth it.

Liv, hey. You should have seen my show set.

- It is so... - Shut the fuck up.

- Come here. Come here. - What?

Who are the suits?

FB fucking I.

Oh, shit. Whatever, you didn't do anything.

No, they don't want to talk to me.

They want to talk to you.

- Me? What the fuck? - Shh!

- You fucking kidding? - What the hell did you two do?

Can you tell us where you were the first of December, Mr. Graves?

Uh, the first?

Well, I was on a plane for a good portion.

I was back and forth to Los Angeles

for a business meeting.