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Charlie's blood taken

over the years.

And this is the report Jack gave

me that proves he...

didn't father Loretta's baby.

And you know what, Jack?

It's not your blood.

Isn't that a riot?

The blood Dr. Beauregard took

wasn't from you...

it was from Uncle Charlie.

You sent him in your place

because Dr. Beauregard loves...

you and wants to "teach those

Yankees a lesson."

He doesn't love you enough

to lose his license.

Once he knows I have proof,

he'll fold.

That won't prove you're the

father of Loretta's baby.

In fact, I think you're not.

But it proves you thought

you might be.

And that proves you f***ed her. And

that will kill your chances.

You would do that? You would

end his political career?

You see, Jack?

She hasn't even heard.

She isn't even upset that you f***ed

your 17-year-old babysitter.

And you know why? It's never the

cheat who goes to hell.

It's always the one who

he cheated on.

That's why you still talk in that

tender voice about...

being in it for the folks and...

Susan can only talk in that voice from

hell about your political career.

Now what kind of sh*t is that, Jack!

Oh, excuse me. I forgot.

It's the same old sh*t The sh*t no

one ever calls you on, ever..

Because you are so completely

f***ing special!

Because everyone was always

so proud of you.

Me, too. Me, the worst.

It's just makes it a lot easier

for me. I mean,...

it's totally depressing.

What have I been doing this for my

whole, pathetic, f***ing life?!

So, here's the deal. If you move on

Freddy Picker, who I think we...

all agree is a flawed, but decent

man, I move on you.

Yes...

I will destroy this village

in order to save it.

Tomorrow we...

Is that for me?

No, darling.

Where are we?

Coming up to my beautiful

condo by the river.

You want to come in for some

coffee? Booze? Diet Coke?

No, darling.

Deliver this for me, will you?

I'm not going to use it.

You're giving them the

blood test info?

Why not? Picker will go down

anyway. We can't save him.

The point of this was to see if they'd

turn him in, and they will.

They didn't even f***ing hesitate.

So that's that.

Let them swing, Libby, Let

them sweat a little.

Oh, honey.

You see that moon?

That's me. It's beautiful, huh?

But Henry...

it's only reflected light.

It needs the sun.

The Stanton are my sun.

I lived my life drawing light

and warmth from them.

Without them, I'm bleak

and cold...

and airless for eternity.

You be careful, Henry.

You have something of

an atmosphere.

Just find yourself a life, Okay?

Go home now.

Try to get some sleep.

Can you find your way

from here?

Oh, sure.

From here? There are only two

ways you can go from here.

Bye, sweetie.

God, no, no.

No, she's a very close friend of

mine. Let me through.

A lot of us grew up with

Libby Holden.

She was our friend,

our big sister...

she bullied us, she

drove us crazy.

And, she remembered

everything about us.

Everything that we hoped to be,

everything we wanted the world to be.

All those young promises made, Libby

remembered in the original wording.

Before she died, she

wrote me a note.

It said:

"I am so f***ing disappointed

in you."

"Shape up."

I am so sorry that I

disappointed her.

I am so sorry that I can't

look at her and say...

that I will promise to

do better.

She lent us her courage

and her warmth...

and her madness.

She had the most

amazing heart.

Long trip.

No press that I can see.

Not yet.

Follow me Governor.

This is only copy left.

It might help you know what

someone else may find.

I shouldn't have looked for it.

I'm sorry.

F***ing cocaine.

I was really so successful

in everything I did...

business, politics.

I could handle anything...

except cocaine.

But I didn't know that

because of cocaine.

That's what f***ed up my

marriage, not anything else.

And...

I did go to bed with Lorenzo

once or twice.

It was a coke thing. I could do

anything, so I did that, too.

I'm seeing a really

nice woman now.

I suppose I have to tell her.

Hell of a price to pay,

isn't it?

Well, maybe no one

will find out.

Well, you did... in a day.

I should never have said yes

to Mrs. Harris, but...

I thought I'd give it a week,

and it just took off.

Once I did that blood thing...

It was great politics.

Yeah, amazing, wasn't it?

Jack, thank you for coming here.

The honorable way you're...

I was wrong to stay in. I just hope

when I quit, they won't hit it as hard.

And my boys...

I don't want them to

know about Lorenzo.

But probably the bottom line is

I'm going to be a national joke.

And I'll have to explain it to

my boys, either way.

Because no matter

what I do...

the press will find out

the rest, won't they?

If they think it will sell one

newspaper, yes.

Oh, my God.

If there's anything I can do, anything

to make it a little better...

I can still hear the soft

summer wind...

In the live oak trees

And those Williams boys...

They still mean a lot to me

Hank e Tennessee.

I guess we're all gonna be.

So what do you with good

ol'boys like me?

I love that song... the line about

the Williams boys.

It's never just Hank. The picture's

not complete without Tennessee.

Governor, I'm resigning from

the campaign.

I don't accept your resignation.

I don't feel comfortable

about this anymore.

-About what?

-This.

This line of work.

I spoke to Richard. He's

back on board.

I'm putting him in charge...

campaign manager.

I'm bringing Daisy back, too.

-That's not what this is about.

-Then what is it?

Libby.

Her test. You flunked it.

But just now I passed it. So

which grade do I get, Henry?

If she hadn't died...

Then I'd have leaked the file

and felt bad about it.

But I'd have been

wrong not to.

What I did now, I did for Libby.

But it wasn't right.

If Picker hadn't quit, he'd have

taken the party down with...

him. Just a matter of when.

And how. And who took

him down.

Those are fine points,

Henry.

They're "how many angels fit

on the head of a pin points."

This is hardball. Do you mean you just

realized that and can't handle it?

I know you better

than that.

This is it, Henry. This is the

price you pay to lead.

You don't think Lincoln was a

whore before he was president?

He had to tell his stories and

smile his back-country grin.

He did that so one day

he'd have the opportunity...

to stand before the nation and

appeal to our better nature..

That's where the bullshit stops.

That's what it's all about.

Making the most of it,

doing it the right way.

You know that there are plenty

of people in this game...

who don't think that way.

They'll sell their souls lie

to people, divide them,...

play on their fears,

for nothing.

Just for the prize.

I don't care.

I'm sorry, but I'm not

comparing the players.

I don't like the game.

I want to work for something

small, like voter registration.

And after that, who do

they vote for?

Who can do this

better than me?

Is there anyone else who can win

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