"Okay, folks... show is over!" "It's time for Elvis to leave the building." "It's a long way down, friend." "Oh." "Who are you?" "Where the hell did you come from?" "That doesn't matter." "What matters is you." "Do you understand you are about to embark on a course of action from which there is no turning back?" "Oh, such a waste!" "You're so young, so filled with promise." "Promise?" "In the last two weeks, I've lost my job," "I lost my apartment, lost a fight..." "So if it's promise that you're looking for I think you may have me confused with someone else." "Michael..." "I can help you." "I can show you how to turn your life around." "How'd you do that?" "Weren't you just over there?" "And how'd you know my name?" "I know everything." "I can see everything." "Come on, Michael, say yes." "Say yes to me." "Say yes to success." "Yes to success." "Wow." "If it was only that easy." "But it is." "Come on!" "Look at yourself." "What have you got to lose?" "Sure." "Absolutely!" "Yes!" "Yes to suc..." "I told you I was un-savable!" "Everything okay?" "Yeah." "Just had a... horrible dream." "My brother Michael." "I'm worried;" "I think he might be in trouble." "You needed a dream to tell you that?" "Come on..." "Yo!" ""Yo"?" "Is that you?" "Is this Michael?" "I don't know." "Who is this?" "It's your sister Allison." "Hey, Al!" "That is so weird." "I was just going to call you." "Uh, after I landed." "Landed?" "Are you traveling somewhere?" "Yeah, for work." "In fact, I'm going to Phoenix." "That's why I was going to call you." "You sound good." "You sound happy." "Did you say, "work"?" "Yeah, work." "And I am good." "I..." "I'm happy." "I g..." "I have a great new job, a great new life." "So you're not..." "depressed or anything?" "No." "Why?" "Should I be?" "WOMAN Now boarding Flight 724" " for Phoenix Arizona..." " Oh!" "Hey, sorry, Al, uh, my plane's taking off." "I'm gonna have to run." "Hey, when am I going to see you?" "What are you doing for dinner tonight?" "I don't know." "What are you doing for dinner tonight?" "Well, come by the house..." "around 7:00." "All right, you got it." "Okay, fly safe." "Hey." "Hey, sorry I'm late." "Uh, I rushed over as soon as Devalos called." "Oh, my God." "Ask me if we have a cause of death." "Okay." "Do we have a cause of death?" "Oh, yeah." "Several." "Broken neck, broken back, punctured lung, and two or three others I can't think of off the top of my head." "And all accomplished without the use of a weapon." "You mean somebody did this with their bare hands?" "That's what the folks at the medical examiner's are telling me, so obviously we're looking for a very big boy." "His name was Warren Cheswick." "None of his valuables are missing, no signs of forced entry." "Neighbors said he's an absolute peach." "What a horrible way to die." "Yeah." "Ordinarily, I wouldn't pull you in so early;" "it's just with these new Charlie Dalton For Mayor ads that started running on TV last night..." "What are you talking about?" "What ads?" "You haven't seen 'em?" "Oh, you'll love 'em." "According to these ads, Manny's soft on crime." "Just a big bleeding heart wearing a fancy suit." "Needless to say, the sooner we catch the guy who did this, and turn him over to Manny, the better." "You know I'm happy to try, but I'm not very good at this." "I mean, whenever I go looking for clues," "I almost never find any." "I just... you know, I'm not a Geiger counter." "Yes, ma'am." "Sorry I'm not a Geiger counter." "# I make the good girls bad #" " -# And bad girls worse, nice guys are last #" "# 'Cause I'm always first #" "# I'm a freak show sucker for how it feels #" "# To turn the girl next door into hell on heels #" "# I'm the red, white and blue, tattooed, and just don't care #" "# I'm your all-American nightmare... #" "Lee!" "You find some uranium?" "The man that we, we just found murdered in this room," "I..." "I..." "I, I just saw him taking pictures of a girl that he had..." "he had bound and gagged." "She was... she was dying." "He kept taking pictures of her, and then he, he hid the camera in that book over there." "There." "He's got pictures of at least three other girls in here." "I guess Warren Cheswick wasn't such a peach, after all." "Manuel Devalos says he's the law and order candidate." "But let's look at the facts." "Homicides in Phoenix are up 12% over the last four years." "Gun violence is up 14%." "Does that sound like law and order to you?" "Charlie Dalton for mayor." "Real law." "Real ord..." "I don't know." "Sounds kind of desperate, if you ask me." "Mr. District Attorney..." "Charlie Dalton has been a councilman for... half a term." "He's got no record to speak of, so he's attacking mine." "People see through this kind of thing." "Look, Manny, you know the numbers aren't encouraging." "We're down." "And this gap is only going to get bigger once this ad goes into heavy rotation." "We need to hit back." "We have to hit back." "I told you when I hired you, Justine," "I won't indulge in negative campaigning." "I know, which is why, up until now, we have run a very polite campaign, a very polite, ineffective campaign." "Can I ask you something?" "As long as you're polite about it." "Allison Dubois..." "why aren't we using her?" "What do you mean, "using her"?" "Using her how?" "Well, for starters, we could give her everything we have on Charlie Dalton and see what she comes up with." "Who knows?" "Maybe-Maybe she'll dream about something that we can use against him." "Absolutely not." "I like that." "Speaking without thinking." "Very desirable in a public official." "Look... with all due respect, Mr. District Attorney, what is your problem with winning?" "I don't have a problem with winning, Ms. Godrich." "I do have a problem with compromising friends and colleagues." "Allison Dubois is an employee of this city, not my campaign." "So how about we stop wasting time and energy figuring out how we can stoop to Charlie Dalton's level, and see what we can do to focus the voters on the issues that actually matter in this election?" "Yes, sir." "No Allison Dubois." "Change the focus." "Thank you." "200 envelopes, Ms. Godrich." "Stuffed and ready to go." "Would you like me to take these to the mail room?" "No." "Uh, you've been working on the campaign for a while now, huh, Bridgette?" "About three weeks." "Why do you ask?" "Eh, well, I was just thinking that maybe, uh, maybe a little promotion was in order." "Ta-da!" "Oh, look at you!" "Oh, look at you, look at you, look at you." "All right, give me a hug, already." "Wow, nice suit!" "What'd you do, mug an undertaker?" "Yeah, I know I'm a little overdressed, but I came here right from work, 'cause I didn't want to be late." "I'm sorry, you came from where?" "Yeah, I know." "I know." " Come in!" " Thanks." "If you'd told me a year ago" "I'd be working as a pharmaceutical rep," "I would've laughed in your face." "I mean, if you'd told me a year ago I'd be working at all," "I would've laughed." "So what is it you actually do?" "Well, basically, I sell drugs to doctors." "Are you a drug dealer?" "Marie!" "Well, kind of, but... the kind of drugs I sell are the kind you take when you're sick and trying to get better." "So how'd you hear about this job?" "Did you see an ad in the paper?" "Uh, heard about it through a friend." "A friend?" "Who?" "Ooh, ooh, it's-it's past 9:00." "Ah, busted." "All right." "Come on, girls." "Say good night to your Uncle Michael." "Girls, I'll check in on you." "Good night, sweetie." "Love you, sweetheart." "All right, quit staring at me." "I'm sorry, I'II..." "I'll try." "I've just been worried about you." "I dreamt about you." "Uh-oh." "That's never good." "You were pretty messed up." "You were standing on this bridge." "Yeah, well..." "I've stood on a few bridges in my time, but don't worry, I'm not that guy anymore." "In my dream, this-this guy showed up." "He talked you out of it." "Is he the one?" "Is he the one who told you about this job, who helped you straighten up?" "Hey, look." "The Best You You Can Be." "Yeah, turn it over." "Do you recognize him?" "I sure do." "Hey, thanks for helping my brother." "Carson Churchill." "Yeah, he'd-he'd written, like, 15 books before he died." "He's helped thousands of people, and now he just helps me." "Still?" "Every day." "Mom!" "All right." "Looks like you're needed." "I'II, um, go and say good night with you and then head back to the hotel." "Hotel?" "Aren't you staying on the couch?" "No." "Like I said, I'm..." "I'm not that guy anymore." "But I got an extra key, so if the kids want to come use the pool after school tomorrow..." "Let me get this straight." "Your little brother's got himself a dead life coach?" "Or should I say, a life coach who's dead." "Or maybe I got it right the first time." "Stop it." "That's not funny." "Really?" "I don't know." "Speaking only for myself, I find this very amusing." "My brother really believes in this guy." ""My life is my success, my success is my life."" "What does that actually mean?" "Oh, wait, I didn't read the most important part." ""$14.99." "Also available in audio book and e-book formats."" "Sorry, but I'm very dubious about people who charge money to tell you how to succeed in life, when their secret is so obvious." "Oh, really?" "It's obvious?" "Sure, just charge people like your brother money for the secret." "You know, you're not being fair." "There's some pretty interesting things in here." "Like what?" "Like, "Success comes from good judgment," ""good judgment comes from experience, experience comes from bad judgment."" "Well, if that's true, then your brother is gonna be the most successful man on the planet." "I'm just saying, life is a, is a long-distance run, not a one-month sprint." "And I, for one, am not breaking out the champagne for your brother." "Not yet." "Nerve-racking, isn't it?" "Just remember, she's just as nervous as you are." "Everyone else he's interviewed for the position was just as nervous as you are." "This is crazy." "I'm never gonna get this job." "In case you haven't heard, I'm a loser." "You know, when I walk down the street, beggars give me money." "Look at my résumé." "It's got more holes in it than a golf course." "None of that matters." "Not today." "I mean, everyone's a loser at some point." "Some people just choose not to accept it." "My birth name's not Carson Churchill." "It's Hobart Carson." "Hobie Carson." "I chose to become Carson Churchill." "Just like you are choosing to become somebody else today." "I don't know." "Okay, Michael." "I need you to do something for me." "Close your eyes." "Now, take a deep breath." "Look, I am trying to get a job here," "I'm not trying to give birth, okay?" "I..." "I am trying to help you relax." "Now close your eyes." "Breathe in through your mouth... and out through your nose." "One more time." "Talk to you soon." "Look forward to it." "Nice." "It seems you hit it out of the park in there." "What the hell just happened?" "I helped you a little." "I hope you don't mind." "What do you mean "helped"?" "I don't even remember having the interview." "I helped you relax, then when you loosened up a bit," "I, uh, took the wheel for a while." "I jumped in." "I took the controls." "I did the interview for you." "And I was brilliant." "What do you mean, "took the controls"?" "Is that even possible?" "Mm, tricky, but doable." "It's easier if you're relaxed, you know, open to the process." "And you can't argue with results." "Uh, but here's the thing, though." "You got a brand-new job now, you got promise, but if you're gonna be a success at it, you're gonna need my help." "Don't I know it." "Eh, but I'm not finished yet." "My willingness to help you is conditional." "I need a little quid pro quo." "Uh, you want to push the elevator button, Michael?" "What kind of quid pro quo are you talking about?" "I died before my life's work was finished." "I got things I need to do, people I need to inspire." "And to do that, I need a body." "Your body, to be exact." " My body?" " Yeah." "Uh, the thing is, I'm kind of using it now." "No, no, I know." "I..." "What I'm proposing is, um..." "I guess you'd call it a time-share arrangement." "I help you with your career, we build a new and better Michael Benoit, and in exchange, you let me, uh... get behind the wheel." "For a couple hours, every now and then." "You want me to loan my body to you?" "Sis." "Okay, who am I talking to?" "Right now." "Are you you, or are you him?" "What the hell are you?" "Are you Carson, or are you Michael?" "Have you completely lost your mind?" "!" "I think you are making way too big a deal out of this." "Am I?" "Hey, is that even possible?" "You've given control of your body to another person, Michael." "I don't think there's any bigger deal than that, or a dumber one." "It's not dumb;" "it's business, okay?" "He helps me, I help him, end of story." "He could do anything when he's in control!" "Anything." "Doesn't that even concern you?" "This is what he's doing." "This is what he's using me for:" "his new book." "After he died, he knew he had another book in him, but he had no way of writing it until he met me." "He types, Allison." "That's what he does." "While I'm sleeping, he takes over my body, and he types." "He types?" "Yeah." "While I'm sleeping." "That's the only catch." "He can only take over the wheel when I'm completely relaxed." "But the nice thing is..." "I never feel as if I've lost any time." "So now you know everything." "You know, in a couple weeks, once he's finished," "I'll miraculously discover his completed manuscript at a yard sale or something." "I'll take it to his old publisher who can sell it, and then Carson will get the credit, his widow will get the cash, and after that, we are done." "Say something." "Hello." "Lee." "Yeah." "Okay, I can be there in about 15 minutes." "See you." "It's work." "I got to go." "Believe me, I understand." "What can I tell you?" "You got me?" "I killed Warren Cheswick, and I'd do it again." "He had it coming." "Why do you say that, Mr. Bumgarner?" "He murdered my sister." "Carla Bumgarner." "She disappeared three years ago." "You guys claimed you never figured out who took her." "But when I found out the truth..." "Well, you know the rest." "Wait a second." "What do you mean, the truth?" "Warren Cheswick was never a suspect in your sister's disappearance, or in any crime, for that matter." "We had no idea what he was up to until we found him dead." "Well, maybe you didn't suspect Cheswick, but someone at the Phoenix PD sure as hell did." "What are you talking about?" "A few days ago," "I was in the waiting room of my cardiologist's office." "Takes a lot of supplements to get a body like this." "Left me with a bad heart." "Doc says, without a transplant, I'll be lucky to see 50." "Anyway, there's this other guy waiting that day, and we got to talking." "Said he used to be a detective with the Phoenix PD." "Had to retire after a heart attack." "Anyway, he recognizes my last name..." "Bumgarner." "Not easy to forget, right?" "Said he worked, uh, Carla's case." "That it was a shame that you guys couldn't take down the guy who did it." "You knew it was Cheswick, but you just couldn't pin it on him." "What was this officer's name?" "Uh, uh, Federer." "Isaac Federer, I..." "I think." "It's weird." "What's that?" "You know, I worked the disappearance of Carla Bumgarner." "I don't remember anyone named Isaac Federer on that task force." "As a matter of fact, I can't remember ever meeting a detective named Isaac Federer." "I'm home." "Keep your applause to a minimum." "Hello, Bridge." "Where's Mom?" "She and Marie went to go get chicken for dinner." "Chicken!" "Excellent." "What you got going on here?" "What is this, homework?" "No." "This is all for the campaign." "Actually, I got a promotion." " Really?" " Yep." "The lady who's running the campaign gave me all this stuff about the man Mr. Devalos is running against." "She wants to see if I can dream about him." "Really?" "Does your mom know about this?" "No." "Manuel Devalos is gonna be the next mayor of Phoenix." "You can either get on board now, or you can miss the boat." "It's your call." "Yeah, I don't call that number getting on board." "You're going to have to dig a little deeper." "Yeah, well, keep digging." "Uh, you know what?" "I have to call you back." "Is everything all right?" "I don't know." "Did you actually ask a 12-year-old girl to help us find information we could use against Dalton?" "What's the issue, Manuel?" "She's not an employee." "She's 12." "Gosh." "I just thought she was kind of short." "So did she see something?" "Wow." "You really don't have a problem with this." "With what?" "Wanting to win?" "Let me tell you a little something about elections, Mr. District Attorney." "And I know you've been through your fair share of them, but you only have to think about it every four years." "Me?" "This is my job all year, every year." "No one is going to remember you for the wonderful campaign you ran." "They're only going to remember you for winning or, worse still, losing." "You're down ten points, Manny." "Ten." "So, what's it going to be?" "Do you want to be the next mayor of Phoenix, or are you running for Miss Congeniality?" "Hardly a day goes by" "I don't think about him." "That son of a bitch that killed your sister." "We knew it was him." "Those bureaucrats at the prosecutor's office told us we didn't have enough evidence to convict." "But trust me." "A cop knows when he's looking at his perp." "So this guy got a name?" "The one you're certain killed my sister." "Yeah, he's got a name." "Warren Cheswick." "Al, what are you doing here?" "Does the name Jason Bumgarner mean anything to you?" "How about Warren Cheswick?" "No." "Never heard of him." "Never heard of either of them." "And I imagine you don't remember going to a cardiologist a few days ago?" "Three days ago... nope." "Three days ago was all headshrinkers." "Your friend Carson is lying to you." "When he takes over, he's not just typing." "Three days ago, he went into a cardiologist's office." "And he talked to this man, Jason Bumgarner." "He was inhabiting your body when he did it." "Okay, so maybe he knows this Bumgarner guy" " from when he was alive." " No, Michael." "Carson pretended he was a police officer." "He told Bumgarner he knew the name of the man who killed his sister..." "a man named Warren Cheswick." "And the next day, Bumgarner killed Cheswick." "Michael, you gotta..." "you gotta put a stop to this." "You gotta tell him that this deal is off." " Why?" " I just told you why." "He used you to get somebody killed." "No, he used me to get a murderer killed." "That's what you just said, right?" "Tha-That this one guy murdered the other guy's sister?" "That's not the point." "Well, it is to me." "So maybe Carson was just trying to bring this guy's sister a little justice." "Is that such a bad thing?" "Yes." "Yes." "It's a very bad thing." "He might have made you an accessory to murder." "I don't think so." "All I did was say something to somebody." "The rest of it..." "that was their doing." "Michael, I know you respect him," "I know that he's done a lot for you, but he's not being honest with you." "Well, I disagree." "So, I'm sorry if you don't like what's going on here, but I'm not backing out of anything." "I owe this guy too much." "Yes?" "The lady at security said you wanted to see me when I got in." "Please, have a seat, Bridgette." "Listen." "I just wanted to apologize about what happened the other day." "Ms. Godrich should never have asked you to look for information that we could use against Charlie Dalton." "That's okay." "No, it isn't." "But I just wanted to tell you how much I really appreciate the work you're doing on my campaign." "And, provided you still feel comfortable here," "I'd very much like you to stay on." "Sure." "It's not as if I was going anyplace." "And besides, I think you're going to be a great mayor." "Thank you." "Coming from you, that means a lot." "Is there something else?" "Actually, there is." "You know, I did see something, when I was looking at that stuff that lady gave me." "Now that I've seen it," "I can't exactly unsee it, you know?" "Well, maybe you can't unsee it, but I can still choose not to ask you about it." "It's just not how I want to win this election." "But what if you end up losing 'cause I didn't tell you?" "That's a risk I'm willing to take." "If Charlie Dalton has a few skeletons in his closet, well, I'm willing to leave them there." "But that's the thing." "What if I told you he's not the only one with skeletons you need to worry about?" "Oh, wow." "I don't mean to intrude, but, uh... you look how I feel." "I beg your pardon." "Well, uh, this bench... this is where" "I usually come when I've had a crappy day." "So imagine my surprise when I show up and see someone who looks just about as depressed as I feel." "What's the matter, if you don't mind me asking?" "I proposed to my wife on this bench." "She died two weeks ago." "Oh." "So sorry to hear that." "Thank you." "I'm Ken." "Ken Corrigan." "Carson." "So what happened to you today?" "Ah... just job stuff." "Just stress." "Nothing like your thing." "Mind if I, uh, de-stress?" "Mmm." "Ah." "Want to tip one back for your wife?" "Wish I could." "God, I wish I could." "I'm an alcoholic." "Kathy... my wife... she stayed with me for a decade when I was a falling-down drunk." "Been on the wagon for more than a year now." "Well, suit yourself, but, uh, the good thing about the wagon is, you can always get back on." "Yeah." "Just a nip, right?" "That's right." "Whoa." "Easy there, champ." "Oh, my God." "What am I doing?" "I'm sorry." "I have to go." "Yeah, 911?" "I'd like to report a drunk driver." "He's, uh, pulling out of Boyd Park right now." "Someone should really pick him up before he hurts somebody." "Yeah." "Ken Corrigan." "Says here that, uh, the guy blew just over the limit for a dui." " Why do you care?" " I'm not sure." "What else does it say in that report?" "Corrigan begged the arresting officer not to write him up." "Apparently, he's, uh, got a heart condition." "He's on the waiting list for a transplant." "It turns out the guy's a recovering alcoholic, so they won't transplant him until he spends a certain amount of time on the wagon." "The guy says a dui would bump him way back down the waiting list." "Hey, wait a second." "That big guy we arrested the other day... the one who killed Warren Cheswick... didn't he have a bad heart?" "Wasn't he waiting for a heart transplant?" "That's what he said." "Why do you ask?" "I got to run." "Thanks for your help, Lee." "Uh, I got to talk to you." "About what?" "About the fact that Carson wasn't writing yesterday?" "That he was, in fact, at Boyd Park trying to talk an alcoholic into taking a drink?" "Yeah, I know all about it." "They have apps where you can record things with these phones." "So, before I went to sleep," "I started recording and just let it keep recording." "I got some pretty interesting stuff." "MICHAEL The good thing about the wagon is, you can always get back on." "Michael, I..." "I think I know what Carson is doing." "I mean, both of these people that he's interfering with, they're both sick." "They're both in line to get heart transplants." "The thing is, they keep a list of who's eligible for those hearts." "And these things that he's trying to convince them to do... commit a felony, get a dui... they bump you down the list." "His wife, she's sick." "He told me about it the first time we met." "She has heart disease and needs a transplant." "Carson was worried that she wouldn't be healthy enough for the operation by the time a heart became available to her." "So he's trying to move her up the list." "But how many people are ahead of her on that list?" "Six?" "12?" "20?" "And even if I told them the deal was off, what difference does it make?" "He's still gonna take over my body once I fall asleep, whether I allow him to or not." "How do we stop him?" "I have no idea." "Well, ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, the urine-proof carpet is in place." " Uh-oh!" " Uh, that means..." "I guess I should have known he'd end up on our couch eventually." "They just go together." "Hey, he needs this right now." "He's devastated." "Oh, really?" "The last time I checked, the cure for devastation wasn't a fistful of NoDoz and a pot of coffee." "We have to keep him awake." "If he falls asleep, Carson Churchill takes over." "It's the only way I can think of to keep Michael Michael." "Do me a favor." "Fill this up with water." "I gotta get his laundry out of the dryer." "MAN Hold your fire!" "Hold your fire!" "We have a name for people like you:" ""success blockers."" "Sometimes they're our friends." "More often than not, they're family." "You think you want Michael to live up to his potential, but the truth is you prefer him this way:" "broken, sleeping on your couch, dependent." "It's a shame." "He and I were making so much progress." "Progress, right." "Using him to bump people with heart problems off a transplant list." "That was about helping him." "I saved your brother's life." "Without me, he's a..." "a bent penny someone finds on the railroad tracks." "Don't you think I deserve something for that?" "You want to know what I think?" "I think what you're doing's reprehensible." "Look, I'm sorry that your wife is sick, but the people who are on that list ahead of her are there for a reason." "You make it sound like I murdered them." "Didn't you?" "I put them in situations where they were forced to make decisions." "Jason Bumgarner decided he'd rather have revenge than a new heart." "Ken Corrigan decided he'd rather have a drink." "Everything those men did, they did of their own volition." "Yeah, you just put them on cliffs, it's not like you pushed." "You need to let him go to sleep, Mrs. Dubois." "What?" "You heard me." "It's going to happen eventually, it might as well be tonight." "There are still a few names on that list he and I need to attend to." "You are insane." "Ultimately, it won't be up to you." "You can't keep him awake forever." "And when he nods off, I'll be back at the wheel." "Or I could always accelerate things, stop putting people on cliffs, as you put it, start strangling them with my own bare hands." "My bare hands will be Michael's bare hands, of course." "You go to hell." "Smoke bothering you?" "I can move if you want." "Yeah, I'd like you to move." "Closer." "Right." "Fellow traveler, huh?" "You want one?" "Do I want one?" "Absolutely." "Can I have one?" "Absolutely not." "I..." "I quit cold turkey six months ago." "Wow." "Good for you." "Well, I ruined the heart God gave me, now I'm waiting for another one." "And the doctors tell me I won't get it if I have one of those." "Well, have they offered you a new heart yet?" "So one smoke, for old times' sake." "How are they gonna know?" "Nah, they say the call could come in any day." "Well, that seems kind of vague." "Could be tomorrow, could be six months from now." "I won't tell if you won't." "I guess one won't hurt." " You got a light?" " Indeed, I do." "It hasn't happened yet." "You wanted to see me?" "Shut the door, would you?" "So, Bridgette Dubois did see something the other day." "You're welcome." "So?" "Tell me, tell me, tell me." "Well, do you remember when I interviewed you about managing my campaign?" "You told me I should hire you because you had worked with Charlie Dalton, managed his first run for city council?" "Sure." "Okay." "And as I'm sure you'll recall," "Charlie's district was largely comprised of families of means." "His kind of people, I think he called them." "But there was also a less moneyed part of his district that absolutely despised him." "Okay... yes... yeah." "Uh, what... what did Charlie do?" "It's not what Charlie did, Justine, it's what you did." "I beg your pardon?" "You were paying an election worker named Eugene to destroy the ballots at his polling place on election day." "Took me a few days, but with Bridgette's help" "I was able to identify that worker as Eugene Krebs." "He manned the polling place in the poorest part of Charlie's district that year." "This... this is crazy." "We're talking about something some kid saw in her head." "You can't prove it." "But I can try." "How about if I launch an official investigation, see what Eugene Krebs has to say on the matter?" "I think that both you and I know that" "I'm not a big fan of mud-slinging, dirty politics, negative anything." "So why don't you pack your things and go?" "Justine... there is one more phone call I'd like you to make." "Call Charlie Dalton." "Tell him what we discussed here this morning." "And make it clear to him that if he continues to campaign negatively," "I will start that investigation." "Carson?" "Hobie." "Do you mind if I call you "Hobie"?" "I mean, my brother told me you hate that, but you just seem more like a Hobie than a Carson to me." "This is just sad." "Why are you so bound and determined to stand in the way of your brother's success?" "Perhaps you'd rather just visit him in jail." "You know what's funny?" "My brother, even after all this, he likes you." "He thinks that you helped him." "I mean, he hates what you're doing." "He hates that you lied to him, but he doesn't think you're a monster." "Even after I told him what you said last night, about being willing to commit murder to get what you wanted, being willing to send him to prison forever, he didn't believe it." "He thinks you're better than that." "Well, he's wrong." "No, I know." "You know what?" "You can put those cigarettes away." "You're not going to trick anyone into smoking today." "What's this?" "Those are my brother's reenlistment papers." "Yeah." "We stopped by the recruiting office this morning, before he fell asleep." "If you don't leave my brother alone, if you don't end this right here, right now," "I'll file those papers." "He'll do another tour of duty." "They'll deploy him, and who knows where, but it's not going to be in Phoenix." "It's not going to be anywhere near any of those people who are ahead of your wife on that list." "Smart play." "Well, I'll tell Michael that you said so." "It was his idea." "Hmm." "Boy's got promise." "He's just a late bloomer." "Do me a favor." "Tell him there's nothing I did for him that he can't keep doing for himself." "Tell him... that he can still be a success." "Tell him he can still be the best Michael he can be." "Well, I think he knows that already, but I'll pass that message along." "Hey, Carson." "Michael." "Hey, hey." "You can't sleep here." "Wow." "We're here." "So what's the verdict?" "Am I back in the Army?" "Ah, no, not today." "No, you know what?" "You read him exactly right." "Much better than I did." "See, that's why you're such a great salesman." "Pardon me." "Would you mind scooting over a bit, so I can sit?" "You know what?" "We were just leaving." "I have to get back to work." "It's all yours."