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Cray?

Natalie, I was just coming to see you.

- What happened to you? | - I'm a little sore today. I'm fine.

- You look like you were hit by a bus. | - That's wishful thinking.

I want to ask you something. | Come on, limp with me.

I'm not asking you for a date. Come on.

Wait. Slow down.

So how's your life?

Spectacular.

- You're seeing anybody? | - Legions.

No!

What are you doing for fun?

If you don't mind, let's skip to the part | where you tell me what you want.

I need access to some sealed documents.

The civil suit against my family, | the Oxytech case.

That was federal.

All I know is what I read in the paper, | and that was three years ago.

Still, a file's a file, right?

What do you want to know?

I'd like to know why my father killed himself.

Forgive me for saying...

but you didn't seem so interested | at the time.

I was drunk at the time.

I suppose I can make some inquiries.

I'd appreciate it.

Maybe we could have dinner sometime.

You just keep your mind | on your work, mister.

You look beautiful.

Jesus!

Two-color. | Get the receipt copy or send it back.

Good morning.

What did you do? | Run into some rough trade?

Step into my office.

This goes out today.

- A question. | - Coffee, please.

Why are you doing this to me?

I don't think you realize | what a difficult job we have here.

It's hard enough trying to run | a modern campaign with your uncle...

who last had an original idea | during the Paleolithic era.

They refuse to trust me because they think | I'm a Yankee. I'm from Tampa.

You got shaving cream behind your ear.

Every morning we rip those down. | Every night they put them back up again.

My latest polls tell us | we're still eating Hollister's dust.

- You look like sh*t, you know that? | - Thank you.

We asked for coffee!

Well, for some good news.

Understand how reptilian | this makes me feel.

I mean, I was at your wedding.

Bad enough hiring a private investigator | to tail her...

he comes back with these.

Somebody asking for coffee?

- Melanie, how are you doing? | - Fine.

- I hope I'm not interrupting anything. | - No, same old stuff. Politics.

Sweetheart, I need to talk to you.

I've been thinking long and hard about this | and it hasn't been an easy decision...

and I'd like to get your reaction.

What is it?

I've decided to go with the convertible.

The convertible, right.

In the calypso red...

with the anthracite interior | and electric top...

and also a phone.

I was thinking, | what do I need a phone in my car for?

Then I realized, when you win the election, | it's really going to come in handy.

- That makes sense, sweetheart. | - Goody!

We have that thing.

We're gonna be late.

Sorry.

- Mel, we got a thing. | - Okay.

All right? See you later on.

If it's okay, they only got one of these left | down at the lot...

and I was wondering if I could get a check, | please, maybe?

Yeah, this afternoon.

That's great!

- Hon? | - Yeah.

Are you limping?

I pulled a muscle on the old massage table.

You bad boy. Now, you be careful.

I like that color. That's...

Calypso red.

Let's get out of here.

- Kisses. | - All right.

Let's go.

Put it in there! Hit it!

Come on.

Push!

Nathan?

We got off on the wrong foot here, | I'm sorry about the way I reacted.

To tell you the truth, I'd be very...

surprised if you didn't have some questions | about my family.

I need your endorsement. | I don't think I'll get elected without it.

I don't see how Avner Hollister | is a viable alternative for you.

Maybe I'm not so sure you are, either.

So fill me in.

You are a real hotshot, Fowler.

What did you tell my father | about those oil leases?

I told him to check the records office | at the Mineral Rights Commission.

That looks hard.

If we could just apply some technology | to these records...

we could be more efficient | in this department.

They keep saying they're going to transfer | these volumes to computer files.

They can't even afford to immunize children | against polio.

You think this is a priority?

I'm interested in 1939, 1940. | Around that time.

Yes, mineral leases.

Let's see.

I could drop dead in here. | They wouldn't find me for a month.

- That's odd. | - It's not here.

No 1939 or '40.

Someone check it out?

These are official government records. | They don't get checked out.

- Could it have been misplaced? | - Not by me.

If they have, they may as well have fallen | into the Bermuda Triangle.

Cray Fowler used to work | in the Public Defender's Iffice.

Cray Fowler was very good at his job.

Cray Fowler kept more of his clients | out of jail than anyone in the city...

so they could go right back to doing | what they were good at.

Now Cray Fowler wants to go | to Washington.

Decent people need representation, too.

The time is ripe.

I guess he's not going for the black vote.

On the bright side, | your support among convicted felons...

is practically 100 percent.

The guy's a f***ing pig.

- A pig with a 20-point lead. | - Has this aired yet?

- How'd we get this? | - We have a friend in his camp.

F*** Hollister. | He's an accident waiting to happen.

I'll lay even money that the 10:00 news | could find our boy in bed...

cross-eyed with a troop of circus midgets | and a green monkey...

that's under indictment, | and come Election Day...

his margin of victory wouldn't dip any lower | than tits on a giraffe.

Thank you. Goodnight.

Cliff, Pudge, I'll meet you at the restaurant.

I almost forgot. I got a gift for you.

The Governor gave me this. | When you stop that, all...

- Sorry I'm late. | - You're not late. Just being timely.

- You know Avner Hollister. | - How you doing?

- I believe we met at the Endymion Ball. | - That's right.

You know Bennett Jones, | my very able campaign manager.

- You probably don't remember me. | - No, I don't.

I haven't seen you since you were this high.

Lt. Michael Trevallian, NOPD.

He's my man in charge | of campaign security.

Why don't we move on | to the logistics for the debate?

All you got to do is slap one of these | on your car...

and come see me in Washington | next September.

Cut the cards.

Opening statements.

We were thinking five minutes per candidate | and questions...

Pudge?

Thank you.

First time I've been out here...

since the accident.

Didn't he say anything to you?

No.

The Colonel used to bring us out.

I've been coming out | ever since she was a pup.

Gentlemen, the bar is open.

Ain't no fun no more.

Thinking about your old man?

I don't know, Cray.

Sometimes...

you can't know what's in a man's mind.

It's the damnedest truth | you'll ever run across.

You can't know | why a man does what he does.

Was there any reason | why he would have been afraid to testify?

No reason. Ray was a good businessman.

Tough.

Played the game, but honest, fair.

State had a case.

- What about the Colonel? | - Colonel...

Did some work for Oxytech | back in the '30s...

brokered some leases for the oil rights. | Middleman stuff.

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