Come on in, Monica.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
Wow, you've known the president a long time.
Yes. We're close.
We met when we were teenagers.
Oh, wow.
- Closing things up here. - Oh, sure.
Okay. So...
why are you here today?
Oh, um, well, I applied for the position
at the National Security Office.
Back here at the White House.
I-I was under the impression you were aware of that.
Yes. Is there something you'd like me to do about it?
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm a little confused.
I was told you were working on placing me back here.
Placing you in the White House?
This is the first I'm hearing of that.
Oh.
Remind me, where are you now?
The Pentagon, uh, Public Affairs.
I'm the confidential assistant to Ken Bacon,
but before that, I was here.
Why did you transfer out?
Oh, um... it wasn't really my decision.
Whose decision was it?
Evelyn Lieberman made that arrangement.
Right.
I spoke to Evelyn about you.
Oh, s-so you did speak to someone?
She gave me a rundown of your departure.
Monica...
you've got a good job.
You get to travel the world with DoD.
Why would you want to come back here?
I really love working in the executive branch.
Hmm.
Well, unfortunately,
that NSC job has been filled.
- Oh, it has? - Yeah.
I'll just have to find something else.
Okay, um...
because it's been almost a year
since I was told I'd be back here.
And who told you that?
He did.
He who?
Linda.
- Why would you do this? - I'm not in the mood, Monica.
The big creep is gonna be so mad.
Why? I called Kathleen a liar because she is.
I helped him.
You said that he fondled his employee in the West Wing.
Oh, I should have known you'd take his side.
- I'm not! - His lawyer Bob Bennett
defames me on the world stage.
He says I'm not to be believed.
And your only concern is protecting him.
Linda, he knows that you and I are friends.
You have to fix this.
I am not the catalyst here.
I didn't ask for a front-row ticket to his misbehavior.
I was handed one, forced against my will to watch.
Please. I am so close to getting my job back.
If the White House has any excuse...
I am at war with the White House.
For 20 years I have given everything to this system.
I have been nothing but loyal,
and now I'm a target.
I really don't think you're a target.
I was the last person to see Vince Foster alive.
The White House disposed of me like a piece of trash.
And they will do the same to you, Monica.
- I don't think so. - Oh, trust me.
I wasn't welcome back, and you won't be either.
Oh, Jesus, Linda, no one wanted you back.
I'm sorry, I...
That's not what I...
That came out wrong, Linda.
Linda, I am very scared, and I'm worried about you
because you're a political appointee,
- and you could lose your job for this. - Yeah.
And then I'll write a tell-all book.
See how they like that.
What does that mean?
Don't be such a narcissist.
It'll be about me, not you.
Who left this here?
Who put this here?!
LUCIANNE You've reached the office of Lucianne Goldberg.
-Start talking.
Lucianne, it's Linda Tripp.
I'm sure you've seen Newsweek.
I need to talk.
It's urgent, and I didn't know who else to call.
The pictures, for which a London tabloid
-reportedly paid $400,000...
show Diana cavorting about...
- Hello? Hi.
I just want to say again I'm sorry about earlier.
You know how important you are to me, I just--
I'm scared that the big creep would be mad,
and you and I would end up
jobless in a ditch somewhere.
Just kidding about the ditch part.
I understand.
Do you forgive me?
Of course.
I have to say this has been
such an unsettling 24 hours.
Ugh, I know. Me, too.
You know, I finally had a meeting with Marsha.
Did I tell you that?
Who, I'll remind you, in July said that there would be
a job available for me this fall
and is now saying there might not be one available
-this year. - You're kidding.
No, I'm serious, Linda, and at this point
it's like Bill said that she would secure
a job for me months ago.
When I call her, she acts like she doesn't even know who I am,
and then, when he sends me back in to see her,
she just sits there and stares at me with these mean eyes
and asks me all these questions, like, "Why would you want
"to come back to work at the White House
"to make less than you do
at the Pentagon?"
And "What's your relationship to the president?"
And it's like, we all know why she's asking.
She used to be his girlfriend.
Mm-hmm.
So I called Betty to see if I could talk to him,
but she keeps saying that he's busy.
I'm just so frustrated, Linda.
He's the president of the United States.
He should be able to snap his fingers and make this happen.
And I know he's trying, and I know
it's not like he has a lot of free time on his hands.
But anyway...
Ryan. Allison.
A little help.
Did anyone call for me?
♪ And show you that I'm real... ♪
- A human being is speaking to you. - No.
- I'm not a fan of your tone.
Mm-hmm.
Flying solo. You can join me
- if you want. - Monica.
Guess again, dear.
- Lucianne. Hi.
I wasn't sure you'd call me back.
I probably shouldn't have.
You get me all hot and bothered thinking
you're sitting on something big, and then you vanish.
Let me change phones.
When I say hang up...
-* Return of the Mack * -* Oh, my God ♪
-* You know that I'll be back * -* Here I am... ♪
So, why'd you call? Well, I have
found myself in possession of some very sensitive information,
information of major national importance.
Yes.
Last year a young woman was placed in my office. She...
- Oh, I don't know quite how to say this. -Linda,
- I'm gonna hang up. -No, no, no.
Listen, this-this woman--
she has, um, taken me in as her confidant.
And it turns out she's the girlfriend
of the president of the United States.
You honestly needed that much build-up to tell me
Bill Clinton has a girl on the side?
Oh, trust me. This is not his usual routine.
- I'm talking long-term. -Let me guess.
- She's made it two days. -No.
Two years.
What?
It's actually quite disturbing.
She was 21 when it started,
an intern.
He went after her immediately.
I-I mean, secret sexual encounters
every chance he could get.
He'd take a call with the prime minister, she'd be on her knees.
So, naturally, I am concerned
about this young woman's well-being.
- Naturally. -It's awful.
He's been dragging her through hell.
Has Madame X considered
- coming forward? -No.
No, she's not the type.
And she thinks they're in love.
And what do you think?
She is in pain and-and she can't see her way out.
I mean, someone needs to end this before anyone gets hurt.
You could do a book.
You really think so?
Are you kidding? The head honcho breaks
the presidential seal of an intern.
That's six figures easy.
Say goodbye to bureaucratic bullshit,
and you'll get to be a hero.
It's your chance to
expose Clinton for what he really is.
- Of course, you need proof. -I have it.
And I take notes-- dates, times. I made an Excel
spreadsheet documenting every sexual encounter.
Linda, you are not enough.
You need real evidence.
You said you talked to her on the phone all the time.
-Yeah. - You could tape the calls.
Pe-People do that?
- I-Isn't it illegal? -Nope.
Completely kosher.
It's just...
if she were to find out.
Dear, we have been here before.
If you're doing this, you're going to have to commit.
-I know you're more accustomed
to secretarial tasks,
but this is your shot at the big leagues.
You're either taking it, or you're not.
So...
think about it, call me back.
She's standing right here... with a bag.
You do realize you have to arrange visits with him
in advance, like everyone else.
I know. I'm sorry, but I... I looked at his schedule,
so I thought that maybe he...
He's watching G.I. Jane with Chelsea,
and he cannot be disturbed.
Why don't you have a seat? Catch your breath.
Oh, I feel like an idiot.
I told myself I wouldn't come here.
He brought this back from Martha's Vineyard,
and he wanted me to give these to you.
All this? I just...
All I asked for was a T-shirt.
That's very sweet.
Oh, God, everything he gets me is so ugly.
I'll just say one word-- Arkansas.
Betty, why won't he see me?
I just want to talk about transferring back here.
It'll take five minutes. If he's watching the movie, I...
I didn't invent the rules. They apply to everyone.
Okay. Sorry. I'm just...
I'm in a weird place right now.
Has he said anything about my job?
- He's working on it. - Okay.
Because Marsha hasn't helped at all.
He's doing the best he can.
Thank you for your time, Betty.
- Hello.
I can't take it anymore.
What happened?
- All I do is the same shit. -Where are you?
Do you want me to come get you?
There's something wrong with me, Linda.
I went over there.
I was out of my mind. I...
I was watching myself do the thing
that I promised myself I wouldn't do.
- Monica. -And I can't even get it
through my fucking skull
that he doesn't give a shit about me!
I al... I always do this.
Where are you?
He won't even see me
for two fucking minutes,
and I spend every minute
of every day thinking about him.
It's like... it's like a bad song that I can't
get out of my head, and I...
I don't... I don't want to be here.
I don't want to exist.
- Hello. It's sick.
The whole thing is sick.
You should hear her talk
about him.
It's excruciating.
She's in so much pain over this pig.
The poor thing.
He acts like he's some great defender
-of women. - Mr. Feminist, Mr. Women's Rights.
He's a hypocrite.
He's lied to her and led her on, and now she is...
She must be losing her mind.
She is.
She's losing her mind.
I need to come forward.
You want to do a book?
It's the best thing for everyone.
I couldn't agree more.
Of course, you do realize,
once they get their grubby little hands on this girl,
the press will destroy her.
It's a tabloid moment, then she'll move on with her life.
I don't know. You should see
what the Clintons do to his women.
As soon as the name gets out,
they make sure she's chopped alive.
I mean, Flowers, Jones-- they make a few calls,
arrange a few leaks, and suddenly
a nice girl from Bible school is the Whore of Babylon.
Well, sure. They can do that to cocktail waitresses
or trailer people, but Monica is different.
She's from Beverly Hills, a very privileged upbringing.
I mean, she-she told me when all this began,
she knew what she was getting into.
She's no victim.
She'll be fine.
You'll lose her as a friend.
I've made my peace with that.
Lots of people like
the CTR-116.
But personally, I like the CTR-107 Vox.
You get more bang for your buck, and it has voice activation.
I just need it to work.
Hi.
- How are you? -Ah.
I'm fine. I just got off the treadmill.
I wish crying burnt calories.
-I went to Needless Markups
in Georgetown today. I bought the big creep a tie.
I miss him, Linda.
Who do you miss?
Bill. Who else?
I mean, this is the man
who called me back-to-back nights,
who literally had me come see him
on his fucking wedding anniversary.
And now what? Just weeks of nothing? Total silence?
Like, I don't know what I'm supposed to think.
Remind me. When was the last time you two were together?
- Linda, you know this. -Well,
- I know, but I don't remember the exact date. -It was when
he gave me the Annie Lennox CD, which, I mean,
just to say it-- that's completely a make-out album.
Like, it's not even subtle.
Was-was this when he was on crutches?
What? No. That was back in March. Remember?
'Cause I was surprised, he could barely even walk,
but he grabbed me and kissed me the moment we were alone.
Then what happened?
Oh, we fooled around.
Welcome to my safe house.
- I didn't realize you were a spy.
You kid. Back in '72,
I posed as press on McGovern's plane.
Remember Nixon? You're welcome.
This is my son Jonah's place.
- Drink? - I'm fine.
Hello, Harvey.
Hi, Linda. Someone gonna tell me why I'm here?
As you know, Linda has access
to some very sensitive details
about the president's extramarital activities.
She's decided to write a book about it.
Congratulations. How do I fit into this?
There are people who wrongly assume Linda's
- in bed with the far right.
We need people to understand that this story is legitimate.
If you break the story first, no one can deny it.
So how do I know it's true?
Concrete proof that the president of the United States
is having an affair with an intern.
- You've been taping her? - Do you want to hear her voice?
Why would I want to hear her voice?
I don't even know her name.
Her name is Monica Lewinsky.
I'm trying to see him tomorrow.
Betty thinks he'll be around after the state dinner.
- No. Stop. What's wrong?
I can't listen to this.
Taping without consent violates my journalistic principles.
- Oh, for God's sake. - Why don't you tell me
what's on the tape, and I can see if it's worth listening to?
Monica describes multiple sexual encounters with the president,
including a time after his knee surgery,
when he was holding himself up on his crutches while they...
That's it? She just talks about having sex?
They don't actually have sex, just oral...
She orgasms, he doesn't like to...
Ew, no.
This is why you brought me here?
I-I don't work for the National Enquirer.
I-I-I'm a serious reporter.
I report on abuses of power.
- This is an abuse of power. - Linda,
there's no question that his behavior is disgusting.
It's Bill Clinton. No shit. But you said it yourself.
It's not sexual harassment.
Whatever the particular terminology,
he's the chief executive,
and she's a kid barely out of school,
who lost her position in the White House.
Oh, a girl moved offices. Forgive me.
It's Iran-Contra all over again.
There's no quid pro quo.
He's not paying her off.
He's not getting her a job to keep her quiet.
- Did you check out the Macy's sale? Yes.
- It's a total dud.
Listen, I have something very important
that I need to tell you.
I was talking with a close friend who works
at the White House.
- What friend? -Kate.
- What's her last name? -Friedrich.
She's a major player in National Security.
- I don't think I know her. -You don't, but,
um... she knows you.
Kate's very plugged in.
She knows about all the hirings and firings in the West Wing.
So I thought, why don't I ask
about Monica's job prospects at the White House?
- I mean, you've been waiting so long. -What did she say?
I don't know how to tell you this.
Okay, Linda, you're freaking me out.
There's a black mark on your name.
- What does that mean? -They know who you are.
Kate said, "Monica Lewinsky
will never get a job at the White House."
Okay, well, maybe you just misunderstood her, and may...
I just... I should just speak to, um, Betty, or...
She-she begged me not to say anything,
but she was very clear.
You're not coming back.
I just... I just talked to Betty, and she said
that he was working on bringing me back. I should...
-I should have known. - You're right.
Look, he owes you a job.
And if it's not gonna be the White House,
he needs to find you one somewhere else.
How hard is it to tell the truth?
I've given them a million opportunities.
Monica, you know what?
You need to take advantage of this.
Maybe Bill's friend Vernon Jordan can help.
He's constantly doing favors fr everyone in the inner circle.
A phone call from Bill could gt you a great gig in New York.
- I hate them, Linda. -Monica,
- listen to me. -I fucking hate them.
- You need to...
Oh.
- I can't tell you. - Okay. Very nice.
- It's so good.
Hello.
You said to my face that he would bring me back.
Monica? I-I don't know what you're talking about.
You're a liar. You're both liars.
I can fix this. We can fix this. I promise.
Stop it! Stop!
Who the hell do you think you are?
You know, Betty didn't come up out of the Jim Crow South
to work in the damn White House
to be yelled at by some fucking 24-year-old.
She called me in tears.
She was devastated. I thought you were a good girl.
Are you kidding?
I've been good.
I've driven myself crazy trying to be good.
You are the one that promised me that Bob Nash would take care
of my job, and he didn't.
And then Marsha, you said, would take care of it.
And now all she's done is lie and be a bitch to me.
Damn it, Monica. You swore you wouldn't cause trouble.
You know, if I'd known this is who you were,
I never would've gotten involved with you.
Fuck you.
You promised me I could come back to the White House.
Oh, for God's sake. All I think about is you and your job.
I'm obsessed with it.
My whole life has become about finding you a job.
Well, you won't have to deal with me anymore, so don't worry.
I won't call you,
and I won't ever come to see you again because I'm leaving.
I'm moving to New York.
That's a big move.
There's no point in staying here.
Well...
I think it's a great idea.
Do you, um...?
Could you maybe help me, you know, find something there?
Of course.
I'll do anything I can.
Um, maybe Vernon Jordan
could help me find something not in government.
I'll call him first thing tomorrow.
Are we friends?
Yeah.
Okay.
If I leave here, I'll never see you again.
Oh, come on now.
That's not true.
-Oh, please. - It isn't.
Really?
Well, I-I'm gonna spend
a lot of time in New York after I'm done here.
I don't think we're ever going to hang out in New York.
Of course we will.
Life is long, Monica.
Come in.
Yeah.
- Monica Lewinsky. - Hi.
- Such a pleasure to meet you. - No, it's my pleasure.
- It's my pleasure. Come on in. - Thank you.
Oh. Oh, it's, uh... it's ostentatious, I know,
but this is D.C., and every man needs a wall.
Yours is maybe the most impressive that I've seen.
Yeah. Did you say "maybe"?
- No, please.
Thank you.
Ah. Hmm.
Yeah, he was barely 30 when we met.
And we recognized ourselves in each other.
We both grew up Southern and both grew up poor.
Now, it's a tired old cliché, but I promise you,
the instant I first spoke to him, I said to myself,
"That man is going to be president one day."
So, it's not often the president calls me directly
about a staffer's job search.
Well, you know the president.
He can be so generous and kind.
Hmm.
What'd you make of the West Wing when you worked there?
I loved it.
Abraham Lincoln used to walk around that place.
I mean, it has a glow.
You never take for granted working there.
Hmm. So, why'd you leave?
Evelyn Lieberman didn't like me very much.
Oh, Evelyn. She, uh... she doesn't like me much either.
Anyway, D.C. is great, but government work is just...
I don't think it's for me.
The bureaucracy at my level is crazy.
I can barely smile without 13 people approving it.
- And I, um...
You know, I was a... a psych major in college,
so human behavior has always been of great interest to me.
So I think communications or PR would be where I should land.
And I'm not sure if he mentioned,
but I'm looking to move to New York.
Yes. Now, you know what's up there
with a big PR department?
Revlon.
And I just so happen to be on their board of directors.
I think a few strategically-placed calls could
shake loose an opening
for a bright young woman like you.
It's so nice to meet
someone genuine in this town.
I can see why you and the president are friends.
All right.
If you see him, will you give him a hug for me?
Yeah, I don't usually hug other men.
You take care of yourself, Monica.
So, how'd it go?
You should see his office, Linda.
He has a picture with every president ever.
He's a very powerful man. Did he offer to help?
He said he'd call Revlon and put in
a good word with the PR department.
-Well, that's something.
-Did you tell Bill? - No, not yet.
Why not? He needs to follow up with Vernon
immediately. He owes you this job.
I know, Linda. I got it.
I always thought I'd be good in PR.
- Really? -Well, I have some
very good friends in PR at ABC, NBC, all the networks.
Then you should
- work in PR, girl. -Well,
there are never any positions in my level.
Any news on
- the job front? -Ugh, no, but
I just got back from the mall, and I bought you a mixtape
to kick-start your workout plan.
I think you'll like it 'cause it's songs from your generatio.
What songs?
-"Heard it Through the Grapevine." -Okay.
"Stop! In the Name of Love."
- Okay. -* Who put the bomp ♪
♪ In the bomp, she-bomp, she-bomp? ♪
Do you like any of those songs?
No, Monica, I don't.
Hello.
- Hey, what's happening?
You mean in the hour since I saw you? Nothing.
Just my hellacious commute.
Ugh. I'm sorry.
Did you hear from Revlon?
- Of course not. It's probably not gonna happen. -Well,
then, Monica, you have to call the big creep
and hold his feet to the fire.
I know. I'll try. It's just,
he's been hard to get on the phone these days.
- Hi. Hi. How was your day?
-Well, I don't know.
Hold on. I'm getting another call.
Call me back.
I'm so hungry,
-I could die. - Well, tomorrow
is bananas and milk, right?
Ugh. Yes.
Well, if you can get by banana/milk day,
boy, have you got this thing licked.
Then isn't it two straight days of beets?
Oh, I'm off beets. I won't do beets.
Mom, we need two lines.
- No one can call me anymore.
Monica. I was just about to call you.
Fucking Monica again.
- Language, Allison. - Mm.
I don't believe for one second
-he's not having an affair. Who do you think
-he's seeing? - Uh, Debbie the stewardess.
And of course there's Streisand.
She gets prettier as she gets older.
I don't think so.
I just keep calling, and she says
that he's working, but I know
that's not true.
It's a good thing you're a glutton for punishment.
...for the time being, yes.
Ugh.
I'm exhausted. I'm gonna go to bed.
You said that 15 minutes ago.
I know, but now I'm really gonna go to bed.
- Okay.
- Go to bed. - Oy vey.
I have to be up so early.
Oh, my God, I have to go to sleep.
Me, too. Me, too.
-Linda? - Yeah.
This all has to end.
It really does.
Monica.
- What's wrong?
Out of nowhere, I get a call from Bill Richardson.
He's our ambassador for the United Nations.
Uh, I know.
- Are you serious? -He heard I was looking
for a job in New York, and he wants to sit down with me.
About working on his U.N. staff?
Well, that's fabulous.
I want to work at Revlon.
What happened to that?
Maybe Revlon's a no-go. This is even better.
No, it's not. It'll be like working at the Pentagon,
- but in New York. -Well, you can talk
to Bill Richardson about what you'd want to do there.
That's like saying
if I walk into a nut store, I can say what nuts I want.
Well, I don't want any nuts, and I don't fucking like nuts.
So big fucking deal that I can have the nuts.
Monica, this is very positive.
Clearly the president made some calls.
Not to me. I didn't get a call.
What's wrong?
Linda, you have no idea how hurt I am
that I am not going back to the White House.
Monica,
I have listened to you for months.
You're not happy.
Take the job.
At least as a start. It'll get you to New York.
Linda, he won't even see me when I'm in the same city
as him, and he-he says that it'll be better
when he's out of office and tht we're going to get together
in New York, but he is full of shit.
And on the tiny chance that he is not full of shit,
well, then, great.
I have to wait two years to see him.
Linda, I don't want to go.
Oh, great. That's my pizza.
I'm a wreck. I got to go.
What is this?
Hello.
Guess what. He called.
Oh. Great.
Yeah, and he was so nice, and he said
I don't have to take the U.N. job and that
Bill Richardson is just a good person for me to know
and that he's going to call Vernon and see
what's going on on his end.
So I feel so much better.
No, I know. I just need to make peace with New York.
I just get so freaked out at the idea of saying goodbye
to him.
Do you think I should go to the Christmas party?
Maybe I should ask Betty.
Oh, God, I owe Betty an apology, don't I?
Why would you owe Betty anything?
Because I was a nightmare.
I mean, I can't believe
-I screamed at her. - You know what?
Do what you want.
Okay. Why do you sound...?
Because, Monica, I've had it.
One minute,
you're crying about getting a call from our U.N. ambassador
and saying how much these terrible people have hurt you.
And the next minute, you're ecstatic
and saying you owe Betty an apology.
- Why are you being so intense? -Do me a favor.
Take your delirium and your incessant phone calls
and this whole sick situation and foist it on someone else.
Your mom, your friends, not me.
Linda, what is going...?
Linda, I know you're listening to this.
-I'm still not sure why you're so mad at me.
Can you please pick up? You've met me, right?
You know I'm just going to keep calling.
Linda, it's Luciann.
-What's going on? Don't keep me waiting.
No.
Ken Bacon's office.
It's me.
Linda, I'm so glad you called.
Why are you whispering?
Oh, uh, because I got in trouble earlier
- for making a personal call. -Is no amount
of hard work enough for these people?
I know. Uh, Linda,
I've been worried about you. I haven't seen you.
I took a sick day.
-Are you sick? - No.
Oh.
I have to apologize.
You really don't need to.
No. No, I overreacted.
I've been a terrible friend.
If you want to apologize to Betty, you should.
I already did. You-you don't have to. It's okay.
My behavior has been unacceptable, Monica.
I am such an awful person.
Linda, it's fine.
I have something to confess.
I lost three pounds.
What?
Oh, my God.
I am so proud of you.
You want to come over and raid my fat closet?
- All right. Well, I got to go. -Okay.
- Okay, bye-bye. -Bye.
You would look so nice in this DKNY.
And this Banana blazer is a must.
I love them, but I-I really can't.
Oh, please. They're yours. Stop it.
Oh, Linda, maybe on a date?
Oh, Monica, please.
Okay, fine. Your birthday.
I've told you a million times I don't do birthdays.
- Birthdays are for children. - Ugh, I don't get it.
Did you have a bad experience in childhood or something?
I'm German. You have to bake the cake yourself.
- God, you-you're a mess. - Okay, I didn't know
- you were gonna come over. - I mean, really, Monica.
Hangers were invented for a reason.
Oh, my God, do not touch that.
Will you relax? I've handled dirty clothing before.
No. Um, this blue dress is, um-- it's really, really dirty.
Uh, you've lost me.
I wore it the last time I saw Bill.
- Is that...? - So gross, right?
How did that even get on there? I thought you said
- he never completed. - Okay.
Our first time together after the election, he was...
so excited to see me that he, you know... he finished.
But I didn't even notice. I mean, no one did.
I went out to dinner that night with friends.
When I got back home, I changed.
And I, uh, assumed it was guacamole.
And then I realized...
Are you saving it?
What? No. Ew. Don't be disgusting. I just
haven't gotten any of those clothes dry-cleaned
'cause I haven't needed to wear them. What? Do you get
your clothes dry-cleaned, like, every day?
- I just... I use Dryel. - It's so late.
Want to just stay over?
- Sure. - Okay, good.
- Let's get some snacks.
Have you ever smoked pot? No.
Um, worst date you've ever been on.
Oh, God. I don't know.
- You have to. - I've been on one date.
It lasted 25 years,
and the short fuck stopped paying alimony.
What's yours? Oh, was it that, um, awful guy
- from the Georgetown party? - Oh, no. He was okay.
I mean, he was way too into swing dancing,
but he took me to a nice bistro, so...
- Was it the teacher? - Andy wasn't a teacher.
He was the drama tech guy.
He was employed by your high school.
- Yeah. - So a teacher.
But youngish. Like, 24. I don't know.
He didn't seem like a teacher.
Linda, you have to understand,
high school for me was...
I mean, whenever I liked a guy, he never liked me back.
Always, always, he liked one of my friends instead.
My mom kept saying,
"You know, you're a late bloomer. Don't worry."
But it sucked to not be seeing anyone,
so I... I got really into the drama club,
which, by the way, Beverly is no joke.
Like, it is an elite theater program.
- Oh, I'm sure. - And I started helping out
with the costumes, and that's how I met Andy.
I didn't really pay attention to him at first 'cause I knew
- he'd had sex with one of my friends. - A student?
- Yeah, but then, um...
during tech week for West Side Story,
he really started to focus on me.
And he had these incredible blue eyes, and he was so smart.
He, um... he played me the original cast recording
of Les Mis in his car.
He explained the whole show to me, and he had read the novel.
And he talked to me about how it was different, and then,
one afternoon, he... he even brought me his paperback
and said that it...
you know, it had been his, but it was mine now.
Linda, no one had ever taken an interest in me like that.
I fell completely, obsessively in love with him.
And then it... it all just got so chaotic.
What do you mean?
I found out he was engaged.
Suddenly it was an affair.
Oh, God.
I couldn't stop it.
I lost my virginity to him.
I guess, technically, I...
lost it to a camp counselor when I was 14,
but I guess it doesn't count
because I said "No" and he pulled out.
Monica, what?
I really thought he loved me.
Then it all just got really messy.
I mean, he had a baby with his wife,
and he told me to make friends with her
because that would make it easier
for him to have me around.
- That's sick. - But I did it.
I did anything that he wanted.
When it was time to start looking at colleges,
he told me to check out Portland.
So I chose a school in Portland.
And then, a year later, when he had to leave L.A.
because he had fucked one too many students,
- guess where he moved his family. - No.
I'd been really happy there.
I loved my college, and I was even dating a little,
and then there was Andy,
just back at the center of my universe.
I mean, it was like without him I was nothing.
What can I say? It was my most significant relationship.
Till Bill.
I guess maybe
they put something in my head, like this is all I deserve.
Ugh.
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I can't keep doing this.
It's too much for me. I'm done.
Are you sure
you have enough evidence?
She has a blue dress from the Gap.
She wore it to a radio address.
Lucy, it's got his semen on it.
She's saving it like a souvenir
I can die now. I finally heard everything. I'm finished.
Something needs to happen.
Well, do the book.
I can't wait for the book.
This has to end.
It needs to come out.
If Isikoff still won't bite,
I'll call Richard at Page Six.
He'd die to put this in print.
No. No. She can't see me going to a tabloid.
Dear, we've talked about this.
Well, things have changed.
She has to think I was compelled. She has to know
-I had no choice. - Okay, I get it. I get it.
Paula Jones.
Could she help me?
Help you with what?
Dating within your own bloodline?
Her lawyers are calling character witnesses on Clinton.
If they make me testify, this whole thing becomes public.
I love it.
I'll make a few phone calls.
Monica can never find out.
Okay, dear.
Lucianne Goldberg, as I live and breathe.
- To what do I owe this honor?
Are you sitting down?
You're not going to believe what I just heard.
There's an intern in the Casa Blanca
who indulges a certain lothario with oral sex in the pantry.
There's a real witness who will testify to it.
- You're kidding. I kid you not.
What's her name?
Linda Tripp's the name of the witness.
No, no, no. What's the intern's name?
Lewisky. Monica Lewisky.
- You have the number to the Jones lawyers? - Yeah.
- Mr. Bacon? - Ms. Lewinsky.
I'm here to inform you that, um,
as of January 1st, I will no longer be available
to work for the Department of Defense.
So the day has come.
I'm moving to New York City.
Well, we'll be sad to lose you, Monica.
What are you going to be doing in the Big Apple?
Um, I'm going to move on with my life.
Are you Ms. Linda Tripp?
Uh-huh.
This subpoena requires you to testify
as a witness in Jones v. Clinton.
Mr. President, the Jones team faxed over the witness list.
You have a moment to go over it?
- Sure. - Most of the names are what
we anticipated-- Willey, Flowers.
The only one that didn't sound familiar was Monica Lewinsky.
I looked into it. She was a White House intern.
Does that name sound familiar?
Because even if there's a small chance
that she or any of these women might pose a problem,
you can tell me.
We can still settle this.
We can make it all go away.
Bob,
do you think I'm fucking crazy?
Mr. President.
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