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McLeod.

If you can't handle that fact,

leave now.

Okay, let's think this through.

Who has thoughts about

"60 minutes"?

I think do it. You agree to

all these interviews.

Show them we've

nothing to hide.

And soon, because this

will cut into the money.

We should act like we

expected this...

Henry. Sit down, have

some coffee.

You going to get some

sleep tonight?

Absolutely. Don't you worry. I was

just talking to Danny, here.

Danny Scanion, this is my friend,

Henry Burton.

Can I get you something?

Apple fritter?

Danny works here every night,

12-hour, $5,25 an hour.

Like I was telling the Governor, I don't

mind. I'd mind if I couldn't work.

-"Apple fritter?"

-Not for me.

What was the best college game

you saw all year?

Utah state versus

San Diego state.

That was a great game. I saw it.

Great ground game.

You need a good

ground game.

-"Apple fritter?"

-No, I just said...

I'll have one, Dan.

But just one.

I'll make some fresh coffee.

-If you want some, you call me.

-Thank you, Danny.

You look tired, Governor. Maybe

it's time to go home.

-They'll kill me with trash.

-Don't let them.

It's my own damn fault. I

didn't keep it together.

We can still win this thing.

We're going to win it.

And these problems are nothing

compared to what...

average folks go through.

Losing their jobs, losing their

homes. Keep that in mind.

Keep the folks in your mind.

-It's about them, isn't it?

-It's about them. It's about history.

That's truer for Susan than for me.

It's always been about them.

Like this fella, Danny Scanion. He's

worked every day since he was 14.

Couldn't get insurance, couldn't

get his leg fixed right.

Doesn't complain. Doesn't do

anyone my harm.

Aching to do good.

God, if you let a man like

that go down...

you don't deserve to take up

space on the planet.

We won't let him go down.

Bummer. Bummer.

What? Libby?

-She's got tapes.

-Who has tapes?

Cashmere, the hair slut, you moron.

She's playing them tomorrow.

I have no time for ineptitude!

Now tell Jack and Susan the c*nt has

tapes and back to Mammoth Falls.

Honey, I have to run.

I will. Hold on.

The new member of the swimming

team wants to talk to you.

Hey, Jackie Boy. That's great.

You made it.

That's great. We're proud of you.

No, that's just a bunch of

campaign garbage.

Governor, this can't wait.

We'll call you tonight. I love you.

Bye. What is it?

Libby says Cashmere McLeod has

tapes of you and her talking...

on the phone and...

she's going to play them

tomorrow.

-I'm sorry.

-How bad?

-I don't know.

-Did you tell her...

-Henry, excuse us.

-Sure.

It's cold here, Sam, but these are

friendly people. Reminds me of home.

I like her hair that way.

It softens her face.

Yes. It could be longer, though.

If you spent a day with us...

you'd see what folks care

about is the future.

-He's gotten fat.

-He jogs, so how much does he eat?

And what does he eat?

What's he governor of?

Let me see... it's

not Georgia...

not Florida...

Sam, I'm not going to dignify

that trash.

At a time when the American people

have a lot to be concerned about...

I saw a picture of the hairdresser.

Not bad.

I don't think this is fair.

People suffer and struggle and go

through all sorts of things.

What matters is, we're still here.

If you want to draw a lesson from

that about Jack's character...

here it is. He will stick.

He will work through tough times.

He will bust his butt for the

American People.

"Bust his butt."

The mouth on her.

He should take her in hand.

She's honest. They had problems.

Maybe that's when he...

screwed the hairdresser.

You watching? It's going

off now.

And we're out. Thanks,

everyone.

It's over.

How'd it play? Wasn't

she fantastic?

Yeah, great. But they'd like to

see hair a little longer.

Hey, Henry!

-How long are you in town?

-Not long.

No time to talk. We got to

get to Sailor's and...

watch Cashmere with

an expert.

You take care of yourself,

dear.

I'll be home for dinner. We'll

take my truck.

So you met Jack and Susan

working for McGovern?

What were they are?

Glorious.

Golden. Golden.

Did they have any asoir...

Please, mister, please...

Don't play B17...

It was our song,

It was our song

Sing with me, Henry!

Please, mister, please...

If you know what I mean...

Play that song again.

Sailorman!

Good to see you, Libby. How

was the booby hatch?

A better class of drugs than the

old days. Where's the beer?

Welcome to the world

of electronics.

Brewski. Here she comes.

Recording.

I know just what she looked

like in high school.

I'm Sherman Preslay, Miss

Mcleod's attorney.

I want to make one

thing clear.

We'll take no questions until the

tapes are played.

This will not be an inquisition.

Yeah, right. We get

the inquisition.

The tapes were recorded on Miss

McLeod's phone machine.

This portion was recorded just

before Thanksgiving.

Governor Jack Stanton

seduced me...

and I have tapes to prove it.

-I'm on my way to meet the family.

-But you said you loved me...

You said no one could do the things

I did to you. I could come up there.

God, what a whiny b*tch.

Remember that time I met

you in Dallas?

I get hot just thinking about it.

-What you doing this weekend?

-Nothing, now that you're leaving.

Open a bottle of Chablis. Do you

think it's possible to get laid?

I'd say it's entirely possible, if

you postpone that trip.

I'm too homy to think straight.

As you can see, these tapes

were recorded on...

Miss McLeod's phone machine.

I'll record the rest of it.

Let's go to work.

I'll kill him. How could he be so dumb?

There are some

abrupt cutouts.

I'm on my way to meet

the family.

An abrupt cutout right there.

What are you doing

this weekend?

That's picked up in mid-sentence,

or it could be.

Open a bottle of Chablis.

Do you think it's at...

all possible to get laid?

That breakup in the middle could

be static or they used its to cover.

Wait a second. Wait a goddamn

second. Play that again.

Do you think it' at all possible

to get laid?

-Again.

-Just again. Damn it!

-Do you think it's at all...

possible to get laid?

Yourself.

Yourself.

Henry, are you cracking up? Two

of us would be one too many.

Un-f***ing-believable!

He said, "Do you think it's at all

possible to get yourself laid?

He said he didn't want me to be

too horny to think straight.

It was before Thanksgiving. Play

it again from the top.

Just his lines.

Sh*t!

I'm on my way to meet

the family.

There was an accident, a bender,

on the interstate.

That's the family he was going

to meet. Next.

What you doing this weekend?

-An abrupt cutout, right?

He said, "What are you doing

this weekend, Henry?"

He called me Henry. I remember the

whole call, it meant so much to me.

Christ, we got her!

You got her. We don't. How

do we prove it?

Oh, no, no. No, Libby, They...

They can't get away with this.

This cannot be a world...

that lets them get away it.

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