No, not at that time of year.
She's nice.
To me at least.
Well, don't let her fool you.
A tiger.
She wears white perhaps the way
other women wear jewelry.
The trophy bride.
You got her come up and...
Viagra!
If all the pricks that have been stuck
into her were sticking out of her,
she'd be a pokey pine.
Ugh, Carl. What an image.
I saw that.
That was a cheat.
Now wait.
Are you calling me a cheat?
I'm not. Come on.
I didn't mean the word pejoratively.
This is Washington after all.
And I happen to be your partner.
Yeah. That too.
Your turn.
She just said no and walked out.
Well how much did you offer?
The rich have such a touching faith
in the efficacy of small funds.
Tennessee Williams said that.
So did I.
That's a beautiful meld you
got going there.
What have you got over there?
Nothing. Really.
My hand is so bare.
Hey, do you wanna take
some of these?
Is that a legal?
Did you notice Candice Howard?
Purple is an acceptable color.
Just not her color.
Not on a dress at least.
I told her it was a wonderful fabric
and she was fortunate to get
so much of it.
Some day her prince will come.
Not before she kisses a lot of frogs.
The city is asking,
What can they be talking about?
Such different women.
What do they have in common?
You, Carl.
Besides that?
Nothing.
They know damn well what
we're talking about.
Them.
- They wish.
Wednesday's canasta
at the Hargrave.
I don't understand these
women today.
God forbid a man
to give them anything!
Have you played?
Yes. I will.
No, I've not thrown down. Here.
Yes, you're
absolutely right, Natalie.
I mean is that enough
to be a wife and a mother?
You've got to stand in a
soup kitchen and wear a suit.
That's the former First Lady.
No politics, girls.
Surrounded by a sea of special
interest, we float above.
Carl Page has crowed.
You want that Jack?
Well, they make it sound
like a coven.
Let them wonder how
much we know.
How much do we know?
Everything.
All the dirt
dished in this great city.
All the human waste
exited by our friends and
fellow human beings.
All of it, sooner or later,
passes through these ears.
This is shit centre, darlings.
Lovely.
Come on, Carl.
Finish that story.
Which story?
John Corring.
And Faye Juliette?
Yes.
Quiet dinner for six in the South
that's like Tenderwood.
'John?', Julia says to her husband.
Why is it you
never fuck me anymore?
Her tone changes.
Because when you do,
you're so good at it.
The room quiets.
She turns to Jessie,
'Isn't he good at it?'
Jessie and her husband freeze.
Just as the guests
smell danger, Corring says...
Precious lamb, I never fuck you
because ever since you went
to Jenny Craig...
You're such a little bitty thing
I can't find you under the covers.
Thrilled, Julia had answers,
'You really think I did some good?'
Oh, my goodness.
I heard Corring
throws from the other side.
Really?
He's straight. Believe me.
You're pretty sure?
One thing I can tell is whether a
man is homosexual or not.
Oh, how?
I am the gay 'Wether Vain'.
Little signals you know.
It might be his choice of words...
The way his tie's knotted. Or...
How hard he gets when
he hugs me.
It's your turn.
Stop.
I'll never understand you, Carl.
You luxuriate in the
company of these... Ugh!
You know the damage
those women... Well, no.
Their husbands have done
to the things we care about?
I will fuck a congressman
to stop nuclear proliferation.
Please, Carl.
Mr. and Mrs. Stanley,
he of the State Department,
opened up to Washington Post.
To see their precious baby
daughter chained to a nuclear
train. With who was it?
Peter Bayhon.
Holding up a sign that says
I will eff Esther as a congressman.
I'd be careful.
I remember you in Jordash jeans.
Oh, please. Okay?
You still on for the
opera benefit Saturday?
I thought Larry was back.
My husband hates high culture.
He wasn't born to it.
Neither was I.
You transformed yourself.
Yeah.
What about next week?
Do you mean...?
You gotta watch yourself.
This is a brutal political climate.
Whatever ruth there ever was
in this town, there's less now than ever.
You only get to live once.
What's wrong with a little pleasure?
That my dear is a very
difficult question to answer.
Promise me you'll always
be my friend.
I promise.
Hey, Carl.
It's Emek here once again.
Please call me back.
I've been trying to reach you.
Please call me. Okay?
Bye-bye.
Carl, are you there?
Pick up darling. It's Abby.
Carl?
Are you there?
If you're there pick up.
Hallo?
Abby.
My Sunflower.
Carl.
So, tell...
How was that dinner party?
I need a dirt fix.
Was it just...? Well...
Too much?
Oh, God.
I can hear my hair growing.
The Austrian embassador.
Imagine wasting me seated next to him.
And the House Speaker.
I mean is he always that tedious
or is it just around me?
He's like one
of those circus midgets.
They grow and answer two,
they lose their job.
Are you in bed yet?
No.
Tuck yourself in.
Let me tell you a bedtime story.
I went public transport
for the help.
Yes. It's a little pricy.
But what isn't these days?
Okay. I'll call you back.
Send this out as quick
as you can.
Yes, Sir.
- Good.
Carl, I swear, you are my most
punctual employee.
Well, I was brought up right.
Besides, it's only one day a week.
So what's new
on the grape vine?
Embassador Sing still
hasn't closed on that town house.
Problem getting foreign affairs
minister to prove the allocation.
All that red tape.
He's not too smart as it is.
The wheel is turning
but the hamster's dead.
One thing I do hear though.
This is interesting.
The debt notes after the
energy scandal...
They are overextended.
I can list ten buyers
who jump at that property.
Abby.
You know what you are?
You are the
absolutely perfect date.
Keep it coming.
Carl?
I'm glad you could make it.
We must support the arts.
Where's Larry?
Public policy conference.
Lucky guy.
He'd rather be
anywhere than here.
She exaggerates.
We don't see
enough of each other.
Let's get together.
Why don't you call the
office and set something up?
Be my pleasure.
Your father was a great man.
He was so proud of you.
Yes, he was.
Hey.
Al.
Fuck him.
He knows exactly
how my father felt about me.
He hates my guts.
Mine too.
Why people marry whom
they marry, I'll never understand.
Darling, don't
let me commence.
U.S. Attorney
Do you know Mungo Tenant?
Not really.
I was just being polite.
Will you excuse me for a moment?
There's someone I have to see.
I'll be right back.
Carter? Lynn?
How are you doing?
Peachy.
Peachy?
That's the word.
How are you?
I'm fine, Robbie.
How are things
in the private sector?
Any more investment tips?
Carl? You're not still sorry
about AltiMed?
Let's get together.
Maybe I can make it up to you.
I don't wanna be scolding twice.
How about next week?
Here we go.
I'll see you then.
Will you excuse me?
I have to get back to my seat.
Come la notte i furti
miei seconda.
What?
It's from tonight's performance.
The Marriage of Figaro.
How the night
favors my secret plans.
You're so smart.
Hey, Emek.
Hey, Carl.
I tried to call you.
Not very hard, you didn't.
Don't be like that.
How should I be?
So what is it?
What? Now?
Yes, now.
We've had this
discussion, didn't we?
Don't be such a kid.
Do you wanna talk?
I got a date.
With who?
Fun Barry.
Don't quote Oscar Wilde to me.
Anybody, but Wilde.
Say good night, Carl.
We talk tomorrow.
I'm very sorry
to keep you waiting.
Do you want another drink
or something?
That's okay.
He sees himself as
quietly a state.
But when she's done
with him, he'll eat red meat
and women.
What about you?
You talk about everyone else.
But you never talk about yourself.
I'm not that interesting.
I mean you do have a private life.
I let you in on a little secret.
I've invented my own sex.
See how they hushed?
Absolutely hushed
when I leaned forward?
All those big ears wondering
what old Carl was saying.
You haven't
always been old, Carl.
In fact, I remember a young
Carter Page who once...
I believe...
Attempted to ask me out.
The seventies
were a confusing decade.
A lot of things were blurred.
Still that was
an interesting notion.
You wanna
hear a personal story?
Okay, I tell you a personal story.
Not about me, of course.
About my grandfather,
Carter Page I. - plantation Page
This is before he started devilling
in politics, became governor.
Coldville, Virginia.
He had fallen in love with a
photograph of a young woman,
Johanna Comb of Philadelphia.
For a year
they corresponded daily.
My grandfather looking
at her picture as he wrote...
I honestly hope...
The day another Christmas
shall have come...
Our longings will have
been displaced by full fruition.
My grandfather always
talked like a man with a Bible
half-open in his head.
He boarded the
National to Philadelphia.
That night they went
to the Opera.
And in a mission he got up...
Returned home to Coldville,
married my grandmother.
The two pen pals,
Carl and Johanna, never
saw each other again.
When my grandfather and
grandmother had their first child,
they named her Johanna.
And that's it?
That's the story?
That's all I ever heard.
I'd give my right
arm to know the rest of it.
Don't say it.
I mean is it so important?
It's just sex.
And that stuff you're breathing,
it's just oxygen.
You must get pretty lonely up
there on that pedestal.
I appreciate it.
I really do.
Oh, yes.
I bet you do.
Stop.
He's...
He's dead.
What?
Oh, no.
He is all... He is stabbed over.
Robbie is dead?
With a knife.
I called him this morning.
I was gonna see him tonight.
You're gonna call the police?
Yeah. We should.
Carl?
It would destroy everything.
It would destroy Larry.
The media.
It would destroy me.
Carl?
What did you touch?
Nothing.
The doorknob
and the door was open.
Is the door still open?
Let's get you home.
If anybody asks just...
Tell them we went for a drive,
talked about the old days.
I dropped you off.
Lynn?
Is there something you're
not telling me?
No.
No. Honest, Carl.
There were no fights. No.
Not anything.
You must believe me.
I do.
He was all blood.
Thank you.
There's been a murder.
Please send the police
and the EMS.
Carter Page III.
Yes. I'll be here.
Check out the
vases in the cabinet. Okay?
So.
What did your friend do?
He was a lobbyist.
Who will get Lancelot?
The cat.
They'll take it to a shelter.
No.
I'd like to have him if possible.
How long did you
know Mr. Kononsberg?
We were gonna meet
about some investments.
I got here and
the door was open.
What do you think?
I don't know.
Robbery, perhaps.
A bit violent for that.
And...
Who'd steal...?
A computer tower?
He have a laptop as well?
I think so, yes.
You were close?
I didn't say we were close.
I said I'd known him for twenty years.
Yes.
Senator Lockner?
Carter.
You heard?
Yes.
When it comes to crime,
nothing in this city shocks me.
Lynn said that he was
at the benefit Saturday.
Would you like
to speak with her?
Please.
Carl?
How are you holding up?
Fine.
Can you talk?
- Not really.
I just called to say
everything's under control.
It's an ongoing
investigation, of course.
Carl.
I know.
Don't worry.
Darling, you kill me.
And it's true.
The rat is with the stars
of human sexuality.
I like this.
I bet it's a hell of a lot less
expensive than...
Than a stroller
a man Highman fees.
Mrs. Delorean, Mr. Page.
How nice to see you again.
I like this.
Made in the U.S. of A.
Oh, yeah. I've sworn off
Europeans all together.
It's only Americans for me.
I know what you mean, Sir.
If you have any questions,
I'll be right over here.
Oh, look.
This is the material that
Louise de Vilmorin had on
her favorite shares.
I hope it's made of stronger stuff.
Louise's couldn't have lasted long,
given the wear she gave it.
Oh, my God.
There is a more handsome man.
I wanna meet him.
Carl, you are outrageous.
But you are gorgeous.
Thank you.
I didn't know
Robbie Kononsberg very well.
I didn't know you were close.
Yes.
That was quite a shock.
Jack knew him.
Of course Jack knows everyone.
He hates me.
No, he doesn't.
Nobody hates you.
One day everything is fine.
The next sure an episode of
murder she wrote.
Who's the woman?
What?
Isn't there a woman
in every murder mystery?
Are you gonna get this fabric?
It will make the carpet rig
without competing.
I think it's a real find.
Carl, you're absolutely right.
Write this up.
What would I do without you?
That we won't even
contemplate.
We could deliver in
Georgetown.
Or if you like, we could send
everything to your Middleburg
residence.
To get around
all that nasty sales tax?
Please.
God. He makes
obsequiousness an art form.
Detective Dixon.
What a coincidence.
Oh, I was told
you might be here.
Detective Dixon.
Abigail Delorean.
How do you do?
I need to speak with Mr. Page.
Shall I wait?
No. No. You go on.
I'll take a taxi.
Step into my office.
So what?
You're an interior decorator now?
Any progress
in the investigation?
Why did you
go to the apartment?
We've been over this.
We had an appointment.
And the door was open?
Yes. That's what
made me suspicious.
Have you contacted your lawyer?
Should I?
We'll need a DNA swab.
And Mungo Tenant
wants to talk to you.
Why would the
U.S. Attorney's Office
be involved?
He's made it his business.
A passer, a d'essayer.
From the possible to the real.
That is the motto of
Woodberry Forest, the prep school
Carter attended, Mr. Withal.
I looked that up.
I'm one of Woodberry's
less illustrious alumni.
Myself, I went to Cumberland.
It was good. But not Woodberry.
Woodberry was for the sons
of the well-connected.
I didn't fit in.
No, I don't
imagine you didn't.
Mungo, Carter has answered
all your questions.
What's the point?
What was the relationship
between the deceased and
Senator Lockner's wife?
Were acquaintances.
In fact the last time
I saw Robbie I was with Lynn
at the opera benefit.
That was the extent of their
relationship?
To my knowledge.
Have you asked Lynn?
What if we found
evidence of Lynn's presence
at Kononsberg's condo?
Wouldn't surprise me.
Robbie did a lot of
entertaining.
You had a business
relationship?
He advised me to
purchase AltiMed stock.
I made money for a while.
And then I lost money.
A lot.
Considerable.
Because of Robbie.
I have only myself to blame.
If you're holding anything back
about Kononsberg or Lynn
Lockner's relationship...
If you are going to press charges, do so.
Otherwise we're leaving.
Carter.
Every year your father would
come to Cumberland to speak at a
civics or an American history class.
He was an inspiration.
A great American.
Like his father before him.
It was because of him,
I decided to enter public service.
When I heard him
at the Watergate hearings
I was proud to say I was a Virginian.
What are you?
What have you contributed to
your father's memory?
Is there a name for
what you are?
I believe...
He's called the walker, Sir.
He walks rich women from
place to place.
Carl, is there any
you're not telling me?
Tell me now.
I can't be responsible later.
And don't fuck with offense.
After 9-11 they took
the leash off.
They do whatever they want.
Do you want something?
No.
It'll all work out.
Don't be naive.
I'm not naive.
I'm superficial.
Mungo Tenant
knows the right questions.
Somebody's leaking information
about Lynn's connection to Robbie.
How did you
get involved in this?
You'll listen to real music.
This is real music.
Lynn finds a body,
all hell breaks loose.
I find a body? Awkward.
But I didn't think
it was such a big deal.
But now it is.
This is a mean crowd,
this administration.
I ain't never seen anything like it.
It's a cultural revenge.
They want to revenge you?
Why? For your father?
No. That's just coincidence.
Lynn almost got pulled in.
Instead it's me.
Robbie's death has been
exploited for political reasons.
Oh, can I...?
Can I mention
this to my editor?
Can you put down that
crack pipe?
Just kidding.
Just don't know how
much longer I can stand
to shoot photo ops.
Scarlet. Look this way.
Is this an...?
Is it a new suit?
This whole thing.
Do you like it?
Looks a little bit like a...
Medieval suit of armor.
Thank you.
Welcome.
I've got to figure out
who tipped Tenant.
D.C. and Salt Lake.
These are the last two cities
where homosexuality is a
ground for extortion.
Lots of hypocrites.
Good American family men.
You can squeeze them.
That's crazy.
You do that for me?
Yeah.
Why?
L.O.V.E.
Love.
It's normal.
My first spelling lesson.
No, thanks.
Oh, I think I'll sit this one out.
Chrissie, it's your turn.
Ma'am?
I'm thinking
about going on a diet.
It's been proven.
Thinking about it doesn't work.
To dear departed friends.
Here.
All right, girls.
Theories?
I have one word Altimed.
Kononsberg plumped for
them all over town, both
sides of the aisle.
Everybody took donations.
Even Larry.
No. He's investigating.
The whole thing collapses.
Biggest scandal
since Teapot Dome.
And nobody cares.
It's a lack of moral values.
No. It's a wrack.
A wrack turns everything.
No water, please.
Wasn't Robbie supposed to testify
in front of Larry's committee?
I don't think so.
I think he was just a messenger.
Thug villain.
- Yeah.
Chercher la femme.
Abby thinks there
was a woman involved.
Isn't there always?
It could be just a robbery.
No.
Well, how about you, Carl?
It's uncharacteristic of you to be
so reticent about a subject
so sensational.
Well, a friend is murdered
and I'm told not to comment
because perhaps...
Perhaps I am a suspect.
Well, who thinks that?
Mungo Tenant.
How could anyone suspect you?
They go with what they have.
And I'm what they have.
Tenant's an absolute botcher.
He's ambitious.
He wants to be a star.
I heard that Robbie
was in trouble.
Define.
Overextended, as in...
His financial means couldn't
accommodate his lifestyle.
Where did you hear this?
Where do you ever hear
such things?
Robbie would never
let himself get into such
a situation.
Not where
he'd die of the money.
It's always about money.
People say it's sex.
But it's money.
That's very
simplistic of you, Natalie.
Speaking of money...
Did you know that Josh Milford wrote a
campaign song for the presidential race,
Al Smith vs. Herbert Hoover, 1928.
You've seen
good days with Hoover.
Better days are on the way.
Money will fall from blue skies.
Prosperity's here to stay.
Oh, darling.
So say goodbye to Herbert.
And say hello to Al.
Say goodbye to Herbert.
And say hello to Al.
Hello, Al.
A year later
the market crashed.
I remember.
But you were just a young slip
of a girl then, not the beautiful
woman you are now.
Cut the shit.
Oh, cut the cards.
Thank you, Sir.
Ma'am.
Tenant called you?
Yeah.
What did you say?
Last time I saw Robbie
was at the National with you.
There is an informant.
Somebody is telling Tenant
that you were having an
affair with Robbie.
What did you tell Larry?
Same thing I told Tenant.
We were acquaintances.
End of story.
What would he do if you were
connected to the murder?
He'd resign.
How did I get in this?
Is that what you're
thinking about?
Never.
I was thinking about you.
Tenant is a baby sleaze
who wants to be a big sleaze.
Nail a star, become a star.
It's how these
justice boys think.
A liberal star.
Two liberal stars. Even better.
I don't just
play cards, you know.
Sorry.
How come
you're always so polite?
It was my
mother's answer to chaos.
Now it's mine.
We had a fight.
Robbie and me.
An argument.
Somebody could have
heard something.
He had a lot of anger in him.
He said people have been
treating him like shit too long.
He wasn't gonna take it.
Why didn't you
tell me this before?
I didn't think it was important.
I'm telling you now.
And you saw
him again after this?
I have been such a fool.
You do care for me,
don't you?
Yes.
I always have.
There's something
I've always wanted to ask you.
What?
How do you survive
all those long political dinners?
Oh, I think about
redecorating the room.
That, dear, is the most practical
thing you've ever said.
Kononsberg was
near busted on AltiMed.
Then two weeks later he
opened two offshore accounts.
So he had money.
Two hundred thousand dollars
were deposited in these accounts.
Well, if you could have found
this out then the U.S. Attorney
could have also.
I would imagine so.
Carl.
You asked me to
look into this, and I did.
Now I wanna ask you a favor.
Of course.
Don't drag me any
deeper into this. Okay?
I guess if it isn't offensive,
it isn't art.
Look.
These are Robbie Kononsberg's
phone calls for the past six months.
How did you get these?
Well, I know people, too. You know?
There is this guy
who used to work for the
District Attorney's office.
You got these from him?
No.
That was someone else.
But the D.A. guy...
He said...
The night after the murder
Tenant's at his dinner, and he
gets a phone call. All right?
He's up and he's gone.
He doesn't say a word.
And next Monday
he comes up with this theory
about Kononsberg and Lynn.
Who'd he talked to?
I'm working on it. But look...
One number starts
popping up the last two months.
Actually it's two numbers.
One is for Jack Delorean's
office and the other one is
for a cell phone.
Abby's husband.
The old lion.
You know what
they say about him?
He never ran for office 'cause
he'd have to give up too much power.
Oh, God.
Hey, the...?
The other thing?
Have you thought about it?
Is this really the
right time to discuss this?
I think it's a perfect time.
I have your full attention.
You want me to help you get
a gallery show. I understand.
I have discretely inquired.
Yeah, discretely.
That's exactly the word
I would like to talk to you about.
Be realistic.
Look at this stuff.
Not exactly subtle. It's...
Agitprop.
It's incendiary.
I guess that means you haven't.
I just don't wanna feel used.
If you don't wanna
feel used...
Why are you
in a relationship?
This embassy used
to be a society graveyard.
Supporting us in Iraq
is the only smart thing
Colombia ever did.
Natalie.
Oh, Jack.
Lovely. Thank you.
Carl.
Hi, Jack.
Yeah.
Nice to meet you.
Look at her.
Who?
People think marrying
for money is easy.
Not true.
I'm living proof.
Marrying for money is the
hardest fucking job there is.
You don't get the money.
You just get to look at it.
She's just discovering that.
Have you heard from Lynn?
No.
I haven't been able
to reach her.
Oh. Perhaps that's best.
Here I am.
Seating can make or
break a party.
It's probably not a good time to get
involved in Lynn's problems.
Which problems?
Oh, Carl.
Let me give you a piece of
Washington wisdom.
Never stand between
your friend and a firing squad.
And there you are.
And between us...
The sub-head of the
Task Force on Terrorism.
Man couldn't find
the ground if he fell on it.
Natalie, I need to ask
you a little favor.
What might that be?
Do you know why...?
Robbie Kononsberg and Jack
Delorean were in close contact
for the last month and a half?
Carl.
I believe you've mistaken
me for a private investigator.
Natalie Van Miter, P.I.
You follow basketball?
Yeah, some.
Were you a Michael Jordan fan?
But I liked the team better
before they changed the name.
Let's go over there.
There's a room.
We can talk.
Who did you work for?
You know, some asshole in
the State Department.
You live by your eyes,
don't you?
Stop and you
won't be in trouble.
Who are you gonna tell?
Already fret?
What do you want?
Stop playing the detective
or you'll be working with
a white cane.
And tell your friend that, too.
Tell him to do the right thing.
Got it, sand nigger?
Do you know Mark Hoban?
Of Grandel, Klein & Hoban?
He's Lockner's lawyer.
He came to see me.
Our firms have a
fee sharing arrangement.
Hoban's firm has offered to
cover any legal expenses
you incur.
Why would they do that?
I didn't ask.
Loyalty need not be
dictated by financial concerns.
Those were Hoban's words.
Do you remember Susan McDougal?
Two years in jail because
she wouldn't ride out Clinton.
Sounds like another era.
It was.
Excuse me
for one second.
Yes?
What happened?
Where are you?
Who is it?
Carter Page.
Friend of Emek's.
Step forward.
Put it in the camera.
Radley's from the gym.
He's a physical therapist, you know.
Thank you.
How is he?
- I'm fine.
Oh, he needs
a couple of stitches.
And should have an X-ray.
Just to be safe.
You can stay here?
No I'm fine to go home.
You got to stop this.
Putting yourself in danger.
Or else what?
You're not going to
help me get a gallery show?
This is not a joke.
Listen.
He said to tell you to stop.
And do the right thing.
Would you recognize him?
Yeah, I would recognize him.
Who were you talking to?
Sorry.
What were you
trying to find out?
Robbie's connection to Delorean.
Now this guy was supposed
to be an unhappy employee.
Right?
And he would tell me
things that would make
my ears ring.
That pal was right.
So what Lynn say
about the phone calls?
Huh?
Did you ask her?
I didn't have the chance.
What do you mean
you didn't have the chance?
What has she
done for you, huh?
Why are you trying
to protect her?
It's not that simple.
That's all right officer.
It's his apartment.
What's going on?
We have a
Court Issued Warrant.
Am I under arrest?
Not if you come in voluntarily.
Nice apartment.
Don't touch that.
It's Detective, Mr. Page.
Do you recognize these?
No.
Is this Kononsberg's
handwriting?
Kononsberg has no money...
Then suddenly he has money.
Then he's dead.
Doesn't that seem
like a legitimate avenue
for a murder investigation?
More relevant than, say,
Lynn Lockner's relationship
to the victim?
You'll have to ask
Attorney Tenant about that.
I thought this
was your investigation.
It is.
Things aren't always
what they seem.
You have the right to
remain silent.
Anything you say
can and will be used....
Mungo you've kept my client
waiting all night.
I'm not sure you understand
the seriousness of your situation.
Possession
of stolen property.
Who told you it was stolen?
Same person who
told you where to find it?
You're saying he
gave you his watch?
I have no idea how it came
to be in my apartment.
There's no crime here.
I believe you're lying about
the circumstances under witch
the body was found.
I wanna know why
you're lying.
Why we've found a Zip disk
from Kononsberg's computer
in your apartment?
My computer doesn't even
have a Zip drive.
Zips are twentieth-century...
We know Lynn Lockner
visited Kononsberg.
So bring her in.
She's not available.
She's left town.
Where did she go?
Palm Beach.
Her mother's sick.
Don't you think
that is convenient?
For you? Yes.
If you brought her in,
a minority leader's wife,
it might backfire.
Assuming you are
thinking of high office.
Carter Page.
Carter Page, the turd.
Mr. Withal.
You should make it clear
to your client, he is on
extremely thin ice.
I believe he is aware of that.
Ethan and I spoke earlier.
Out of respect for your father
I'm gonna recommend that you be
released on your own recognizance.
That'll give you time to
give the matter some thought.
In my experience...
It's perjury that
catches people out who
think they're above the law.
Not so much the deed itself.
But the lying about it.
If you decide to cooperate...
There're certain things
that can be overlooked.
You contact Ethan.
Since you invoked my father's
memory, there's something I'd
like to say on his behalf.
If alive, he would regret ever
inspiring a person such as yourself
to enter public service.
Carl.
Shut up.
Essentially he is giving you
a three-day pass.
There was nothing
on that disk.
Does Mungo just hate me,
or is it all homosexuals?
Or is he determined
to bring down Lockner?
Or is it just plain
old-fashioned ambition?
Perhaps it's a
convergence of all four.
What do you know
about Lynn?
I tried to reach her.
And?
Unavailable.
They've started a
whispering campaign.
The bright-eyed little
errand boys from Justice.
Lynn and Robbie
having an affair.
Lynn having something
to do with his death.
And Lockner
knowing about it.
The press
isn't gonna buy that.
At certain point
it doesn't matter to them.
Whispering campaign itself
becomes the story.
I need to see Lockner.
What makes you think
he'll see you?
Just contact him discreetly.
See how he responds.
It's wrong direction
to take this.
What do you suggest?
Love yourself, Carl.
You may think you've
got friends in this situation,
but you don't.
Decide what's
in your best interest.
Then act upon it.
Carl.
I know.
I'm just picking
up some of my things.
How do you
what I'm gonna say?
Oh, you were gonna...
Tell me that because of market
uncertainties your accountant
suggested scaling back.
And I should take... What...?
A leave?
Well, yeah.
Something like that.
I don't blame you, John.
There won't
be a better moment.
Hello.
Sunflower.
Carl? Is that you?
No. It's a ravishing young
teenager pretending to be me.
How are you Abigail.
How are you?
Isn't it terrible?
- What?
What they're
trying to do to Lynn.
What who's trying to
do to Lynn?
You know who.
The whisperers. The cave dwellers.
They're trying to ruin
her reputation.
These are cruel times.
In former days men caught lying
would have their testicles tied.
Today they get a TV show.
Did you just make that up
or were you saving it?
I was saving in. For you.
Let's have a lunch.
We need a laugh.
Jack is meeting
with the vice-president.
His relatives are here.
It's keeping me busy.
- I understand.
I'll see you at
the Hargrave then.
Okay.
Okay. Bye-bye, dear.
Hear that, Lancelot?
It's the sound of doors closing
all over town.
Carter?
Hop in.
Senator Lockner.
Larry!
Thanks for the offer, the
legal expenses.
What are you talking about?
How is Lynn?
She's fine.
She went to visit her mother.
Her mother's health is failing.
How much do you know?
About Lynn?
Robbie Kononsberg's death?
I just know what Lynn told me.
She and Robbie
were good friends.
Nothing more.
But...
Kononsberg was a
lobbyist for AltiMed.
Your committee
is investigating AltiMed.
We were investigating.
Now we're just pretending
to investigate.
It's not my committee anymore.
You would have liked
to talk to him.
Yes, but I won't mind
talking to the vice-president either.
The V.P.?
Why?
Just the same line.
Lynn is afraid you'll resign
if she's somehow implicated
in all this.
I'm sure you must have
heard the rumors.
No. That's not gonna happen.
I'm not gonna step down.
How do the rich get
the poor to give them
more money?
They scare them.
Under no circumstances
am I stepping down.
But Lynn...
Lynn has an exaggerated notion
of her importance in the larger
scheme of things.
Why are we meeting?
I'm trying to decide what to do.
On the one hand I'm disloyal.
On the other....
Dishonest.
It's never easy.
Look at the big picture.
Hey, listen to this.
Mungo Tenant.
William and Mary School of Law.
Class of '86.
First intern then partner in
Colin Macken & Klein.
A firm originally founded
by Jack Delorean.
And senior partner, the
vice-president.
What are you doing?
What?
Are you still
playing private investigator?
Only a little bit
just in cyberspace.
Just stop.
I'm trying to help you.
I don't want your help.
Don't you see
what's going on?
They got you on a railroad.
And they're
going to railroad you.
And you just...
You just let it happen to you.
You don't confront them.
You're gonna end up in jail.
I can take care of myself.
No, you can't.
Anytime anything unpleasant
happens, you just smile and
tell a joke to your friends.
You know what?
You should be
more like your father.
He stood up.
He wasn't afraid of scandals.
He wasn't even afraid
to take on the president.
You're a paparazzi.
You make your money
off a scandal.
You have no idea
what a scandal really means.
How it destroys people.
And then what comes after.
We move to New York.
Buy a brownstone.
Adopt a brown baby.
Walk arm in arm
around the village for the
tourists to point at.
Why fucking not?
It's ridiculous.
It's normal.
We're ridiculous.
Okay.
Okay.
You know I've...
I've stayed here only for you.
I don't know why.
I should have left six months ago.
I don't wanna lose you.
God, I always thought
ringing one's hands was a
figure of speech.
I thought you could change.
But you can't.
Carter Page III.
You'll never
be like your father.
They say I bend over.
You should
have seen my father.
That was a man who
bent over.
Carter Page II.
The legendary Carl Page.
The Watergate hearings'
great moment.
Every day someone comes
up and says...
Your father was a
great man.
And I smile and say,
Oh, yes he was.
He left Congress
twenty times wealthier
than when he entered.
What does that tell you?
He was a crook.
A fraud.
He was deeply shame to me.
But he's dead now.
Don't judge the dead.
Why not?
They judge us
each and every day.
Well, I was going
to invite her today.
But I understand
she's gone on vacation.
Well, well, well.
I was wondering if you'd got
the guts to show up.
It's Wednesday, isn't it?
And you're ready to play?
Yes.
Looks like
it's just the two of us.
Canasta is not ideally a
two-handed game.
Carl.
I love your nerve.
How about a drink then?
Why not?
You look wonderful, Nat.
I thank you.
Henry, I'll have a Seabreeze.
A vodka and tonic, please.
Certainly, ma'am.
We'll drink
to the good memories.
Oh, don't talk to me
about memory.
Memory is a
very unreliable organ.
Trust me, Carl.
It's right up there
with the penis.
There's something
I've been meaning to ask you.
I thought of it last night
and I can't get it out of my head.
Which actor portrayed
the most U.S. presidents in movies?
Oh, you.
Henry Fonda?
No. Actual presidents.
He played Lincoln,
but in 'Fail-Safe' he was
a fictional president.
I don't know.
Charlton Heston?
Close. But only two.
No.
It was Rip Torn.
He played Grant, Lyndon Johnson
and Richard Nixon.
L.B.J. and Nixon amazing.
Your drinks, Mr. Page.
- Thank you, Henry.
Don't let
them get you down.
I have had some
illusions shattered.
We all have.
I thought we weren't an
aggressive nation.
And I thought there was a
separation between church
and state.
Hell, I even thought that
the people elected the president.
You know, Carl.
You've always intrigued me.
You think you're a
black sheep.
You're not
a black sheep at all.
Do you remember the
question you asked me about
Robbie and Jack Delorean?
Yeah. I apologize.
I was out of line.
Your friend, Robbie,
was up to something.
Always follow the money.
Sometimes it's oil.
Sometimes it's pharmaceuticals.
I think it's time you and Lynn
had a talk about that.
I tried to reach her.
She left town.
I've tried her mother's to no avail.
Do you have
a pencil and paper?
A pen? Even better.
You can be so naive.
Now you
can meet her here.
Don't be so goddamn polite.
Now...
What were we talking about?
Rip Torn.
No.
We were talking
about your wanting
to be a black sheep.
In the end...
All you have is your breeding.
It's all that separates
them from us.
Breeding?
My great grandfather got
rich of slavery.
And when the Yankees took
that away, my grandfather made
his money raising tobacco.
I don't have any breeding.
If your great grandfather
were alive today...
He'd fit right in.
Who is it?
FedEx package.
I'm not expecting any FedEx.
Lynn, it's Carl. Open up.
FedEx?
That was lame.
Jesus.
What's going on?
How did you find me?
I did some checking.
Oh, your friend
from the newspaper.
Maybe I should move.
Who are you afraid of?
May I sit?
Forgive me.
Would you like some water?
- Please.
I left Larry.
Does he know where
you are?
No.
Palm Beach.
My mother has
always been helpful.
Out with it.
I've been getting a lot of
advice lately.
Let me give you some advice.
Tell me what the fuck is going on.
Are you threatening me?
Yes.
Now.
What was the deal
with Robbie?
You don't know what it's like.
Think you do?
You act as if it's awesome.
I hate it.
I'm not special.
I just want what other women
want. Is that so terrible?
A husband. A marriage.
A family. To be loved.
There is no such thing
in this environment.
They talk about it.
Oh, they talk. But there isn't.
They don't need women.
They fuck each other.
And Robbie was different.
I was gonna leave Larry.
I had made up my mind.
Robbie was making
all the arrangements and...
Abby said he was broke.
That was not true.
He had money coming in.
Now let's go real slow.
He was gonna testify
before Larry's committee on AltiMed.
But he backed out.
Why?
He said why give away
something valuable for free.
I said he was crazy,
he was playing with fire, but...
I was crazy, too.
We both were.
I'd go back to
when you found him.
What did you see when
you came into the apartment?
What did Robbie know?
He was expecting someone
to get the payment?
What did he have
that was so valuable?
A computer disk?
What was Robbie thinking?
What was he doing with
Jack Delorean?
He was dead when I came in.
The crouch came after
the first stabbing.
It was an afterthought.
He took something.
What do you mean?
The killer took something off Robbie.
It was a photo of him and me.
It wasn't explicit. But it was...
Affectionate.
That's sad, isn't it?
That's how I got pulled into this.
Oh, Robbie.
Robbie, you fool.
I loved him.
What am I gonna do?
Hallo?
- Abby.
Carl, is that you?
I missed you
at the Hargrave today.
It was like Christmas
without a tree.
There was something
I had to do.
Robbie's murder...
I was just going over it
in my head and I think I know
what he was up to.
He was blackmailing the
vice-president.
That's crazy.
Think about it.
Robbie being tight for money.
His involvement with the
V.P. in AltiMed. His resentment.
On the phone he said
something about making a sales.
He said things were finally
coming around his way.
He couldn't be that stupid.
I think he was.
Carter?
What?
Elvis is dead.
Yeah.
It is a bit farfetched.
Did the fabric arrive yet?
Yesterday.
How does it look?
We'll get together.
I'll call you next week.
Choose the day.
Good night then.
I gotta run.
Good night, Sunflower.
Well, Lancelot.
Let's see what comes of that.
What's it called?
The kiss.
Appropriate.
I'm going back to my place
to get some clothes. I'll be back.
I should come along?
I thought you had that
movie opening?
Premiere.
And it's a good story.
You know the...
The daughter of a liberal black
congressman falling in love with
the son of a right-wing senator.
And they run off and
their parents join forces
to find them.
It all ends up in Disney World
where, after much hilarity, ...
They all understand
the meaning of tolerance.
That sounds terrific.
I'll see you later.
- Take care.
Hey.
Hey.
Miss Page.
I just want to talk.
Hey. It was only a warning.
Hey, motherfucker.
Come on.
Let's go.
Do you have a phone?
- Yeah.
Call 911.
Come on. Let's go.
Wait.
There's been an accident.
He's badly injured.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Sicked it is.
Come on.
Is that his ID?
It took some
humongous testes.
Kononsberg, I mean.
He blackmailed the
vice-president.
Desperate men
do desperate things.
Stupid men do stupid things.
Yeah. That's it. Right there.
Over here?
- Turn to left. Here.
What are
you doing here, Carl?
Abigail, my Sunflower.
I need to see Jack.
Is he expecting you?
No.
What's going on?
Is Jack in his office?
He does not like
to be disturbed, Carter.
You know that.
Well, I'm gonna
speak with him, Abby.
This is my friend Emek.
He needs something to drink.
Coffee? Diet Coke?
- Regular, thank you.
Abby will take you in the kitchen
and get you a Coke.
While you're in there
make sure she doesn't make
any phone calls.
Doesn't make
any phone calls?
I am gonna talk to him now.
This won't take long.
Jack does not like
to be disturbed, Carter.
Don't worry about it.
He will be fine, just take a minute.
Come on.
What the hell is it now?
I'll call you right back.
I need to talk to you.
Call and make an appointment.
Now will you please get
out of my house?
His name's Edgar Comensky.
Ex-Marine Corps.
Ex-FBI.
His last known employment was
head of AltiMed security.
He also worked for you.
No need to track him down.
This photo was taken about
a minute later.
It's criminal act to
leave the scenes of a crime.
Call the cops.
You what I think?
I think Comensky was
two-timing you.
Worked for you.
Found out about Lynn and Robbie.
Sold it to Mungo.
Pretty good guess.
Sit.
What do you want?
You wanna get Tenant
off your back?
That would be good.
That man is an asshole.
Where did he
get that name 'Mungo'?
I believe it's British.
I'll do what I can.
Lynn Lockner's as well.
Have you talked
to her husband, Larry?
Did he tell you that..?
'This is a war.'
He likes to talk like that.
Well, this little war is over.
He lost.
You lost.
I wasn't a combatant.
Sometimes we don't
have a choice.
Listen, Carl. It's not personal.
I like you.
I liked your father.
But you're on the
wrong side of history.
People don't want your
radical ideas, your agenda,
your lifestyle.
People want a story.
A good American story.
And maybe a murder story.
One that you wrote.
Me?
Of course not.
People think I have
some kind of secret power.
I don't.
I'm not even elected.
I'm just an old man.
Has lot of old friends.
I'm an old man that
always puts my country first.
And Robbie's death.
The cemeteries
are full of dead guys.
He was a criminal.
He was involved in a
criminal act.
And he met
criminal consequences.
As for the opportunists...
Like Attorney Tenant.
Who try to exploit the
situation for political purposes...
They were on
the wrong side, too.
And they will get their due.
It's time to move on.
Lynn, to get back to her life.
You did the right thing, Carl.
So how I was forgotten?
Nothing to remember.
Whoever knows what
really happens?
I know.
Well... Bully for you!
Are we finished?
Good.
How did you get past Abby?
How did she
ever let you in here?
She is more interested
in her television program.
Antiques Roadshow.
Figures.
Good-bye, Carl.
Bye.
So do you still
feel comfortable staying
at my place tonight?
Maybe we should look
for another place.
Ah, shit.
We're speeding?
- No.
Put your seatbelt on.
- It's broken.
All right. Just relax.
Emek Yoglu?
Please step outside
the vehicle.
Both of you.
Turn around.
Get your feet apart.
Hands on top of
the vehicle.
Place your hands up
behind your backs.
You're under arrest
for leaving the scene of
an accident.
Said Delorean
took care of it, huh?
I doubt he knows.
Just shut up.
Any additional charges?
That's what we'll find out.
Here.
Emek, put that on.
Mungo is putting on a
bit of a show.
It's called the 'Perp Lock'.
It's a little
like a society opening.
Cameras, reporters...
But a different jewelry.
In all the years I've
known you Ethan, I never knew
you had a sense of humor.
Here's what.
Come and test it.
How are you?
Good.
Considering...
There is a refreshing lack
of choice and a completely
new social set.
I've spoken to your attorney.
We're gonna keep you
till the morning then you and
Mr. Yoglu will be released.
And the search
for Robbie's killer?
That would be Mr. Cominsky,
the fellow hit by the SUV.
He left some blood
at the scene.
We have a DNA match.
And Mungo Tenant?
Attorney Tenant has
taken a leave of absence.
I don't think
he'll be returning.
Sorry about the
publicity and everything.
A mistake was made.
But it's all worked out.
Yeah.
Do you remember what I was
telling you about that offer for the
gallery show in New York?
It came through.
Notoriety has
its upside I guess.
They'll explode the headlines.
You can't avoid that.
Listen.
I want you to come
to the opening. Okay?
Let me think about it.
See you in New York.
Not for long.
- I wish I had been there.
He said it was
on a consignment.
Oh, he wasn't asking
you to pay retail?
No, I said ...
Don't start pulling on that
string or the whole fabric of
our world will unravel.
Knock-knock.
Carl?
We're trying to play.
Don't worry I'm not staying.
I just have something
to return to Lynn.
You're welcome to stay.
Yes, please stay.
We're so happy to see you.
Lynn.
Excuse me.
Congratulations.
For what?
I hear the happy couple,
Lynn and Larry Lockner
are back together.
There is a
function tonight, in fact.
We'll be there together
and make nice...
Consort with the enemy.
You have something for me?
I didn't want you to
worry about ...
Where this might be.
Thank you.
Why did you stand by me?
You thought
I killed Robbie, didn't you?
Of course not.
Not even a little?
Maybe a little.
But after everything you
went through.
You stood by me. Why?
I spent my life without any
real idea why I behaved as I did.
I thought Robbie's
murder was a mystery.
That's not a mystery.
One's own life.
That's a mystery.
A grown man acting
on the fears of a child.
Trying to impress
a father dead ten years.
Now that's a mystery.
Strange how things work out.
Bye, Lynn.
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