Father: You've gotten yourself into a bit of trouble,
daughter, and I'm here to fix it.
Daughter: No.
Father: [speaking very rapidly]
Now listen to me. You raised your skirt and opened your knees and gave it away
to a man with too much power. You're not rare. You're not special. Your story's
no different than a thousand other stories in this town, so you know how this
goes. You could call this in your sleep. First they'll smile, be warm,
sympathetic, on your side, letting you know that they will fight for you. They
will lull you into a false sense of security. And then, once your belly is
exposed, They will GUT you and everyone you know. And they will be swift about
it. And by the time you realize you should be fighting back, well, you're
already bleeding to death. That is the presidency versus you. Whose victory do
you think they will fight for? Whose body do you think they will bury? That is
the presidency versus you.
Daughter: He would never
[she's cut off]
Father: [Mocking]
"He would never" You and I both know that he is not in charge. He is
never in charge. POWER is in charge. Power got him elected. I know more than
you could possibly imagine about things of which you cannot dream. He told you
that you would be first lady, and you believed him! Did I not raise you for
better? How many times have I told you 'You have to be' - what? You have to be
- what?
Daughter: Twice...
Father: [shouting] What?
Daughter: Twice as good.
Father: Twice as good as them to get half of what they have.
Sleeping with that! For God sakes! You know to aim higher. At the very least,
you could have aimed for chief of staff, secretary of state! First lady! Do you
have to be so mediocre?
Father: [scolding his daughter]
Sleeping with that for God's sake! You know to aim higher. At the very least,
you could have aimed for Chief of Staff, Secretary of State! First lady! Do you
have to be so mediocre?
Father: Money is not a problem. There's always
money. Money bought that plane. Money bought the silence of the gentleman who
will fly that plane. It contains a passport, a Swiss bank book, a go-file, an
entirely new identity. There is a very nice island waiting for you at the end
of the flight. You will stay there for eight months. Then I can arrange a place
for you in Brussels. Thailand, if you prefer, Johannesburg... anyplace but
here, really, as long as you disappear.
Daughter: And
what if I don't want to go?
Father: Daughter, you're getting on that plane
come hell or high water. And to be clear, I am the hell and the high water.
