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-How y'all doing?

We're... coming along.

-We don't have much staff yet.

-No, but what we have is choice.

Meet the most brilliant political

strategist in the party.

This is Richard Jemmons. This is

my right arm, Henry Burton.

-I sure admired your granddaddy.

-Great.

I'll pick you up at 7:00 for dinner.

We can talk politic.

Nice meeting you. Say hi to

Winona for me.

Who?

He means Jennifer. Every girl Richard

falls for is Winona Ryder to him.

Oh, that's, uh...

psychotic.

Does that smell good or what?

I'm glad you made it.

-It smells so good.

-We got it all set up for you.

-He's down there.

-He's got chicken.

Hey, Will, how's business?

Hey, Amalee, the Gov's here.

You got your mojo working

tonight?

Ain't no end to it, Gov.

Hei, Lo!

Gov's here.

How are you, honey?

I had to tell Jackie you were too

busy working to baby-sit...

and he was not happy.

How are you doing, Will?

Not so good since my mama died.

I miss her like a pain.

You got to let that happen. Your

mama deserves it.

Your pain will heal, but give

your mama her due.

We got to miss our mamas.

Nobody loves us like them.

Your mama still with you,

Henry?

No. She's in Beverly Hills with

her second husband.

You're a lucky man.

Thank you.

And the next time I see my

mama, she's blind.

A year later, she's got just one

leg from diabetes.

She could have done anything,

my mama. Been anything.

God bless the mamas.

My mama worked her

whole life.

My mama raised seven children.

If Ozio doesn't run, we focus

on New Hampshire.

He does we focus

on the South.

He may wait until

New Hampshire.

Shouldn't we wait for the

Governor for this?

He's in a mama-thon. That'll go

on all night in the south.

My mama worked her whole

life for her family...

and never did anything

for herself!

And now they're cutting her up!

Cutting pieces out of her!

Why is that happening to her?

I looked over Jordan

and what did I see

Coming for to carry me home

You know what Richard's

favorite song is?

It is the most American goddamn

song I can think of.

A Southern governor wrote it.

Know what I'm thinking of?

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy when

skies are gray

I didn't know a Southern

governor wrote that.

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take my

sunshine away

The over night, dear

As I lay sleeping

I dreamt I held you

in my arms

When I awoke, dear

I was mistaken

And I hung my head

and cried

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy when

skies are gray

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you...

I have a list of all grassroots

organizations in New Hampshire.

Great. Put it on my desk.

These rabbis are putty

in my hands.

Fantastic.

I started out with 200, I have one

left. Know how I did it?

I'm speechless.

I think my grandfather would endorse

the Governor, Jesse. Even if you ran.

Okay. You, to go, my friend,

Okay.

-Where the f*** are my clothes?

-Relax.

Daisy got sidetracked to

Washington.

Does this guy have a

chance in hell?

I haven't canvassed hell lately.

But if we worked for guys who had a

chance, we wouldn't have Richard.

Sh*t. He's bird-dogging.

Why don't you go over to my

hotel room with me?

-You're crushing my originals.

-Sorry.

You don't know you're missing.

Wait. Don't embarrass him.

I got cable. Want to walk

the snake?

What, you don't believe me?

Baby, I got a python in here.

Gee, I've never seen one

that old before.

Come on, bud. Park the Mustang

back in the garage.

F*** you!

F*** you, you redneck

son of a b*tch!

Ever hear of Anita Hill? You're lucky she's cool.

I wouldn't have done it

if she wasn't.

And you know when a muffin is cool.

When to show her your cock.

Where'd you go to school?

Hotchkiss. You're a tight-ass

preppie elitist from hotchkiss.

-Bullshit!

-Bullshit it's bullshit!

You called me a redneck, which I'm

proud to say I am. You are a honky.

You just look black, and it's

your best part.

Lets you intimidate the palefaces...

and work that voodoo sexual

sh*t on white girls.

I'm blacker than you are. I got

slave in me, I can feel it.

You are crazy. What?

-You got a visitor.

-It's not a visitor. It's me.

-Where the f*** is my suitcase?

-I got it.

You can't let a lady carry

a suitcase.

Henry, I'm glad you got a wardrobe,

because we're having dinner...

with a very important person.

-Who?

-Governor Ozio's son.

What the f*** does

Ozio's son want?

It could be that Ozio's looking for

someone to endorse.

Jesus!

-That'd be something.

-You think?

-This must be handled just right.

-Just right.

Mind eating pig with

your hands?

-Is there any other way.

-Not in the South.

Jack, the governor's been

watching you.

He was hoping when you next pass our

way, you stop in. Get to know us.

Absolutely, Jimmy. You got the book.

When can we meet with...

Jimmy's dad, Governor Ozio?

Do you mind us talking business?

No, no. How else will I learn?

Next Tuesday we're in Albany, on

our way to New Hampshire.

-How's Tuesday?

-Let's look.

Tuesday. Let me just scroll

down here.

Tuesday's pretty full, but maybe I

can slot you in somewhere.

We land at four then do a drop-by at

the Teachers Union cocktail party...

before their dinner at

the Sheraton.

I'd skip that, but they'd notice. I'm

the only candidate invited to the party.

I know. The Governor turned it down

because he's speaking at the dinner.

Good. You'll both be at

the Sheraton.

You can meet after the cocktail

party and before the dinner.

Perfect.

-I'll see him there.

-Excellent.

F*** all, Henry! You don't know

f*** about briefing me!

You make me look like

an amateur.

Like a barefoot, dipshit, third

rate, Southern fried...

piece of sh*t alderman!

You didn't know Ozio was

speaking at the dinner...

to keep me from shooting

my mouth off!

-Hello, Richard.

-If you'd like to make a call...

Sh*t! What kind of operation

do we got here?

How did we get scheduled for a drop

in when he's the main speaker?

Get me Howard!

-You threw the phone out the window.

-Stop the car.

Don't kill us, just stop it.

I think it lanted in the brush.

It landed in the trees.

I saw it.

I look like sh*t going to that

cocktail party. I'm Ozio's...

wamp-up, and he knows it.

But we didn't know it.

I told you, it lanted in the trees.

Jimmy probably told his dad he

has nothing to worry about.

He would have even if Henry hadn't

screwed up. Here's the phone.

It was in the brush.

Well, you wouldn't have found it if I

hadn't thrown it out of the car.

-Are you here?

-No.

Sorry, he's not here.

Henry Burton. Can I take

a message?

Oh, God. I see.

No, I got it, I got it.

-How reliable is Daisy?

-Hundred percent.

Then we just got bad news.

In an interview in Manhattan

Magazine, Ozio blasts you.

"His state's last in everything. He

knows sh*t about education."

You were right about

the meeting.

This is bad.

Hit back, Jack.

Not too hard or you lose

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