♪ ♪
MAN (on TV): People are gonna be disappointed that
the arguments will be technical and constitutional,
and they won't be about dropping his drawers
and exposing himself. I mean,
they really won't be anything like that. Uh, but...
(whirring)
(phone ringing)
(man on TV continues indistinctly)
LINDA: Hi, you've reached the home of Linda, Ryan and Allison Tripp.
We're not available to take your call.
-Please leave a message. -(beeps)
Linda, it's Mike Emmick at OIC.
We're all set. Let us know as soon as you make contact
with Ms. Lewinsky this morning.
(dialing)
(line ringing)
-(sighs) -You've reached Monica. Please leave your name and number
and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
-Thanks. Bye. -(beeps) - Hi. It's Linda.
Can you give me a call?
It's important.
I'll try paging you.
MALE VOICE: Welcome to SkyPager.
Please enter your telephone number
-or numeric message. -(sighs)
Then press pound.
I spoke with Janet Reno. It's official.
Our jurisdiction has been broadened
to include this matter of Monica Lewinsky.
Ah. Great.
We're set to brace Lewinsky today
at the Ritz-Carlton in Pentagon City.
- Emmick's gonna take point. - What?
- Why not you? - Well, apparently, the consensus in the office is
that I'm too frightening.
So I've been told to stay in the van.
(chuckles softly)
(grunts) What is our timeline?
Well, Isikoff at Newsweek has the whole story,
and they go to print in 48 hours.
Mm, President Clinton goes under oath
first thing in the morning,
so we need her to make these monitored calls
this afternoon at the latest.
We'll be back with her quick.
Young girl, white-collar crime--
flip a witness like that in less than an hour.
So what now?
We're waiting for Linda Tripp to confirm,
but Prom Night's set to start at 12:45.
Prom Night?
That's what we're calling it.
Operation Prom Night.
Half hour with a girl in a hotel room.
(chuckles softly)
(phone ringing)
Hello?
-MONICA: Sorry. Hi, I'm here. -(sighs)
Where on God's green earth? (scoffs)
I was working out. Jesus, Linda.
Oh, your discipline.
You make me feel like a slob. (chuckles softly)
Listen, can you do lunch in an hour?
I'm in the middle of packing.
Monica...
(exhales) I have good news.
I might've found a solution for our problem.
Really?
Let's meet in the food court.
- Pentagon City. -(clicks)
(lock beeps)
Hello, everybody. What do you got for me?
On the girl's affidavit here, it says she has a lawyer.
Frank Carter. Do we have to involve him?
No. She met Carter through Vernon Jordan.
Anything she tells him is gonna get back to the White House.
We need to keep her from making any contact.
Okay. Fine.
Thank you.
Linda Tripp called.
She's running behind.
Who runs late to a sting operation?
♪ ♪
Hello again.
(exhales) The Metro.
Absolute catastrophe.
Sorry for the delay.
Are you ready?
Everything okay?
It's the right thing to do.
(elevator dings)
Coming?
♪ ♪
Where will you be?
We'll be right behind you the whole time.
What do I say to her?
You don't have to say anything.
♪ ♪
(sniffles)
Ms. Lewinsky, we're agents with the Federal Bureau
of Investigation,
authorized by the attorney general to investigate crimes
committed in relation to the Paula Jones lawsuit.
Linda.
♪ ♪
EMMICK: Ms. Lewinsky, you're under investigation for your conduct
in relation to the Paula Jones lawsuit.
We believe that you have
committed multiple federal crimes--
perjury, obstruction of justice,
subornation of perjury,
witness tampering and conspiracy.
These crimes are felonies.
- Most have five-year minimums. -(breathing heavily)
All told, you could be looking at 28 years in prison.
(shudders)
Ms. Lewinsky,
you'll want to focus so that we can get to...
Let's just get a handle on this.
Close the doors.
(creaking)
-(doors close) -(shuddering)
Just have a seat.
If you could sit tight.
Thank you.
-(clinking) -(water pouring)
Water?
Does that look familiar?
(inhales) How do you have this?
Let's talk about what it says.
Right here, it says
you never had a sexual relationship with Bill Clinton.
Monica, we know that's a lie.
We have everything we need to prosecute you right now
for filing this false affidavit.
Now, look, I know that you've been manipulated
into this situation by some really intimidating people,
and I want to get you out of this.
And the way I can do that is if you agree
to cooperate with our investigation.
I, uh... I sh-should have, uh, m-my lawyer here.
His name is Frank Carter.
Yep, yep, you can get a lawyer if you want a lawyer.
But we can make this easier and I can give you more information
if we just keep this between us right now.
So why don't you let me walk you through
- what cooperation would look like, okay? -(door opens)
- Okay. -(door closes)
(quietly): The lawyer's name is Frank...
(inhales)
We will go to our office,
where we will do what is called a debriefing.
Basically, you will tell us every single instance
that you interacted with the president.
After that, you will make three phone calls.
Each call will be recorded.
You will call Betty Currie,
you will call Vernon Jordan
and then President Clinton.
What?
Don't worry.
We will coach you through it.
Who would do that?
No, I can't.
I'm not doing that. You cannot make me do that.
(inhales) How do you have these?
Monica, you need to understand the situation that you are in.
Press play.
LINDA: I need to know what you're thinking.
About your affidavit.
Are you still planning to lie?
MONICA: I already signed it.
My thing with him was personal and private
and it has... absolutely nothing to do with Paula Jones.
And I-I really thought about it.
-And maybe if this were a... - Turn it off.
...a serious lawsuit,
-I would feel differently. - Turn it off.
-(clicks) - I don't understand why you have this,
and I don't understand what is happening.
Why is this happen...
Linda, what did you do?!
(breathing heavily)
(crying): I feel sick. (gags)
- EMMICK: Someone get her a trash can. - I feel sick. I feel sick.
(crying)
No. No, no, I can't.
- IRONS: Let's clear the room. - I can't think.
I can't think.
I'm going insane.
- I'm going fucking insane. -(doors close)
Do you understand that?
- Monica, I know that you don't... - Please! Please.
- You have to make it stop right now. Please. - O...
Okay. That's what I'm here for.
- You can't tell anyone. - Okay? Monica,
- you need to focus now on your decision. -(gasping)
- Okay? - Everyone's gonna find out about this.
My dad. My family. Oh, my God, Betty.
Betty. What's gonna happen to Betty and Vernon and...
(crying)
(inhales deeply, exhales)
-(breathing heavily) - Monica, you need to calm down.
Okay?
You need to focus now on your decision.
My life is over.
Not at all.
No. You don't understand.
- No. Monica, it's not. -(sniffling)
- Monica. -(quietly): Carter's on the phone.
Monica, I have been a prosecutor for 20 years.
I see people in your position all the time.
You're in shock.
That is normal.
-(breathing heavily) - I will get you through this.
I will make sure that you are okay.
I promise.
(shudders)
What if I kill myself?
Monica.
MONICA: No, tell me.
If I kill myself, will this all go away?
(shudders) If I jump out this window,
tell me, what would happen?
(inhales, exhales)
This case is not going away.
(inhales) I want to talk to my lawyer.
Okay.
Okay, we can... we can do that.
But we need to know
whether or not you're going to cooperate
with this investigation, all right?
It is time-sensitive.
Why is it time-sensitive?
(pager beeping)
Who is it?
It's my mom. I need to call her.
Okay.
Okay, we will go to the office.
You can call your mother, you can call a lawyer
and we'll talk through everything, okay?
Why don't you gather your belongings.
It's just a short drive downtown.
Um...
can I go to the bathroom?
-(sniffs) - Everything from your pockets.
(sniffles)
Okay.
(breathing heavily)
Go ahead.
(breathing heavily)
(shudders)
(whimpers)
(stomps foot)
(sighs)
We should be on our way.
What do you want to do?
I'm not sure.
What do we do about...?
(sighs)
We're good.
Thank you, Mrs. Tripp.
We'll follow up later.
You can leave now.
♪ ♪
(breathing heavily)
(exhales, sniffles)
♪ ♪
Are you fellows on your way back?
EMMICK: We have a problem. She's refusing to come in.
You showed her what you have?
Yeah. (exhales)
We'll figure it out.
Keep me apprised.
Neille, can you please get me Jackie Bennett
on his cell phone?
(exhales)
(chuckles softly)
Where is she?
She's in there.
In here?
(exhales)
Ms. Lewinsky.
Follow me.
Sit down.
(Bennett inhales)
I work with Mike.
I know he's informed you of the evidence against you.
Candidly, I've heard the tapes.
All of 'em.
All of 'em? How many tapes...
Scuse me. I speak,
you listen.
That's what's happening here.
Mike has offered you a way to save yourself.
But we need to hear from you right now.
Do we have a deal?
I don't know about the law.
I don't know what to do without talking to my lawyer.
Frank Carter's a civil attorney.
You're the target of a criminal investigation.
Frank Carter will be useless to you.
Can I at least call Frank and maybe he could recommend
- someone... - No.
Ms. Lewinsky, listen to me very carefully.
Okay? (inhales)
You have taken part in a conspiracy.
We know Frank Carter and Vernon Jordan are both involved.
Now, if you think it's a good idea
to call up a coconspirator right now, go.
Be my guest.
(exhales) Then I want to talk to my mom.
What?
She's been paging me. I always call her back.
And I'm sure she'll be fine.
She'll call the police
if she doesn't hear from me.
- Fallon, get the phone. - No.
No, I want to talk to her in private.
No. You say hello,
you're all right, you'll call her later.
Now go.
I said go!
(shudders)
(exhales, sniffles)
(dialing)
(shudders)
DEBRA: Marilu Henner
is in Chicago.
Say she doesn't have the fizz of Ann Reinking.
- Can we go see that Lion King? -(phone ringing)
MARCIA: I think those are still impossible to get, Mom.
Oh. Really?
(phone continues ringing)
Hello?
- Hi. -Oh, there you are,
Monica. I've been calling.
Uh...
Yeah, um...
I'm, uh... I'm at the mall.
Okay.
Well, me, Mom and Deb have been trying to figure out
what show we were gonna see tonight.
I'm sorry.
I, um...
(inhales sharply)
I'll call you later.
All right.
-Bye. - Wait.
- Mom? - Yes?
I love you.
Oh. I love you, too, Dotcha.
(shudders, exhales)
(beeps)
BENNETT: Okay.
You've made your call.
You've had time to think.
You need to decide.
Yes or no.
I can't go to jail.
- Okay. Good. -(breathing heavily)
Then you come back to our office
and either you start on the monitored phone calls
or you wear a body wire and you go see them in person.
I can't. I can't trap Betty and Vernon.
- I just... I will not do that to them. - Too bad!
That's what we need from you!
(panting softly)
If you want our help. (chuckles)
Or you can try your luck in federal prison, huh?
- I don't understand how I'm supposed to make this decision. - No. No.
We are not going in circles anymore.
I just want to talk to Frank or at least my mom
without you hovering over me.
You're 24.
You're a smart girl.
You don't need your fucking mommy to decide.
(chuckling softly)
Well, then you should know I'm leaning towards not cooperating.
Oh, yeah?
Okay.
Well, you should know we're leaning towards
prosecuting your mother as well.
- No. No. - Yeah. We believe she knew about the affair
- and your false affidavit, hmm? - No.
- No, not my mom. She's not involved. - Huh.
Jury can decide that.
Either way, I can make the next year of her life
a living hell.
I want to talk to my mom right now,
and I do not want to be recorded.
This is fucking ridiculous!
Can we just calm down?
Monica,
you can go back into this room.
You're not gonna be recorded.
You can have privacy. I will close the doors. Okay?
I want to call her downstairs.
-(sighs) - I will come right back up here.
I just want to talk to her by myself.
I promise you, I promise you,
I will come right back upstairs.
(shudders)
(chuckles) Are you gonna arrest me if I walk out of the room?
You have 30 minutes.
(sniffles, exhales)
(breathing heavily)
Monica.
Listen, this is important, okay?
Your mother is not to share
anything you tell her with anyone.
A lawyer. Anyone. And if she does
and word gets out...
...you're in this on your own.
Understood?
Okay, go.
(sniffles)
Nice.
We're never gonna see her again.
(panting)
(elevator dings, doors open)
(panting)
(breathing heavily)
♪ ♪
(panting)
(sniffles)
(panting)
Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up.
(line ringing)
(phone rings)
-(beeps) - Hello?
Mom.
Oh, Monica.
(sniffles) It's bad.
I'm in trouble.
- I don't know what to do. -Slow down.
Slow down, sweetheart. What's going on?
Marcia, is everything okay?
The FBI has me.
- And Ken Starr and... - Ken Starr?
What are you talking about, sweetheart?
Like, wh-where are you?
It's Linda. (shudders)
- She told them I lied. -Honey,
where are you right now?
(sobbing): Pentagon City.
They came up to me...
and they took me to a hotel room in the Ritz.
And they let me come call you in the mall,
-but I have to go back up. - Oh, okay, okay.
Listen to me right now.
You're gonna call your lawyer right now.
All right, sweetheart?
They won't let me.
What?
I think that they may be watching.
I really have to go, okay?
What are you talking about?
Why wouldn't they let you call your lawyer?
I have to call Betty
and I have to warn him.
No, you will not call him, Monica.
Do you hear me?
Listen to me now.
You go back up there
and you tell them not to do anything.
You tell them that I am coming and you tell them to wait.
Okay, I have to go.
(shrieks)
(sniffles)
(groans)
(breathing heavily)
(indistinct chatter)
(sighs)
♪ ♪
(jangling)
(rapid footfalls)
Hey. Can I take the van...
Are you okay?
What's going on?
Nothing.
Oh, there are some, uh, men coming over,
some attorneys.
They need to ask me questions.
Again?
Different attorneys.
I can't explain it all to you right now.
Just asking.
You look like you're about to cry.
Allison, go back upstairs, please.
(exhales)
(muttering quickly)
(quietly): We bombard the prostate with the beam...
Dr. Lewinsky, your ex-wife's calling.
She says it's urgent. Monica's in some kind of trouble.
(sighs)
Yeah, hi. Listen, I'm about to give a talk.
Forget your talk, Bernie. The Feds have Monica.
We'll give her ten more minutes.
She's not coming back.
(soft knocking)
My mom is coming.
What?
She said not to do anything
until she gets here.
Her train gets in at 8:50. She just paged.
But that's...
that's four hours from now.
There are flights out of New York constantly.
- She doesn't like to fly. -(Bennett laughs)
(chuckles)
Unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable.
Where do you want me to wait?
Let's put you in the other room.
Thank you.
My God.
When you said FBI on the phone, I thought Pentagon job, Defense.
Maybe she got drawn into espionage, you know?
But this is, uh...
- far worse. - I know.
That's why I asked you to leave your deposition
and come meet me here.
(chuckles) I can't believe they actually have
- prostate conventions like this. - Bill,
- no jokes. - I apologize.
I'm sorry.
- So how long were she and Clinton having this... - I don't know.
- Well, did Marcia know about it? I mean, before today? -(door opens, closes)
Don't know. (clears throat)
Right over here. Thanks.
Thank you.
(door opens, closes)
So what did Marcia say?
What happened so that Monica and Clinton ever actually ended up
in a room alone together?
Bill, I don't know.
I wasn't focused on that. I was focused on the fact
that the FBI has my child.
(sighs) Marcia's on her way over there.
God knows what she's supposed to do.
What am I supposed to do?
All right.
Step one...
...you medicate.
Just throw it down.
(clinks)
(sighs deeply)
Step two,
I'll take over.
I can handle this thing easy.
Whole thing sounds fucking ridiculous anyway.
- Really? - Absolutely. Federal prison
for lying about an affair?
In a civil case? (chuckles softly)
I'd wager my AMG that nobody's ever been prosecuted for that
in the whole history of the republic.
Bernie, look at me.
I've been your lawyer for a long time.
I love you, man.
Love you like a brother.
You call Marcia.
You tell her, when she gets to D.C.,
she dials me up and puts me on with these guys.
I swear to you
I am going to fix this.
BENNETT (quietly): Bullshit. She doesn't want her mom here.
She knows we have this one tiny window
- to do monitored calls. - I don't know.
Bill Clinton sits for his deposition tomorrow morning.
She is running out the clock, and the mother's in on it.
She said her mom doesn't fly.
Are you fucking kidding me? She's from California.
How the hell'd she get to New York?
Don't be such an easy fucking mark.
What's our alternative, Jackie? Huh?
You want to go back in there and work some more of your magic?
Maybe you can make her cry again.
That was amazing.
We don't have a choice.
Okay?
(scoffs)
(footsteps approaching)
(sighs)
Okay, we'll wait for your mother.
Thank you.
I'm sorry.
(inhales)
(exhales)
I'm gonna need a coffee.
Do you want anything? Like a...
- Coke? - Yeah,
a coffee would be great.
Thanks.
(sighs)
-(phone clicks in cradle) -(dialing)
Uh, yes. Can we please have coffee service
brought up to the room?
Thank you.
If it's okay, um, my mom was asking why
I can't call my lawyer.
What?
Well...
she asked me to call him, and I-I told her
- that you guys said I couldn't. - Oh, no, no, no.
We never said that you couldn't.
You're going undercover, so it's crucial
to keep it to a few people. But it is your choice, Monica.
I explicitly told you that.
Oh.
Okay.
You want to call your lawyer?
Yes.
(line ringing)
RECEPTIONIST: Carter-Verrone.
- Yes. Frank Carter, please. -I'm sorry.
He's left for the day.
May I take a message?
Oh, um...
No, thanks. I'll-I'll try back another time.
I'm authorized to page Mr. Carter after-hours
with anything urgent.
Is this an urgent matter?
No. Thank you.
(door closes)
(phone clicks in cradle)
Friday rush.
(inhales) Probably wanted to hit 495
before it turned into a parking lot.
Here's a public defender.
If you want to go that route.
I think I'll stick with Frank.
(chuckles softly)
Well, should we, uh...
watch TV?
(NYPD Blue theme playing)
-(man speaking indistinctly) - See what else is on.
NEWSWOMAN: President Bill Clinton is scheduled to testify
tomorrow morning in the...
-* Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia. * -ANNOUNCER: Chia Pet,
the pottery that grows.
It's fun and easy.
Soak your Chia, spread the seeds,
keep it watered and watch it grow.
And now grow a whole collection of fun with Chia Teddy Bears,
Puppies, Kittens,
Rams, Bulls.
There's even a Chia Tree to keep your pets company.
-Chia Pets and Trees, the pottery that grows. -(breathing heavily)
It's so hot in here.
You already turned the thermostat down two times.
(sighs)
Do we have to stay in here?
(indistinct chatter)
(breathing heavily)
So what do you want to do?
Um, I don't know.
Uh, Crate and Barrel?
(indistinct chatter)
(footsteps approaching)
Can I help you with anything?
We're good. Thank you.
What's that for?
It's a decanter.
You...
You never seen a decanter?
I don't do much shopping.
Really? You seem so comfortable in here.
You take wine in the perfectly...
fine bottle it comes in and you pour it into this.
Then you pour it again into an actual wineglass.
(inhales)
Seems weird.
Yeah. (chuckles softly)
My grandma has crap like this all over her place.
My grandma's gonna be so disappointed in me.
Let's keep moving.
What do you say?
(indistinct chatter)
(breathing heavily)
Um, you know what, I have to use the restroom real quick.
Should we go back up to the room?
There's one in there.
Just-just inside.
I know my malls.
Um, my mom's coming, so I'll just...
I'll just be one minute.
We should follow.
We have to be very careful about that.
She'll come back.
♪ ♪
Okay. Okay. (panting)
Betty, pick up. (pants)
(whispers): Betty, pick up...
BETTY (recorded): You've reached the office
-of the personal sec... - Fuck!
(panting)
(whispers): Come on, Betty. Please.
BETTY (recorded): This is the home of Bob and Betty Currie.
Please leave us a message.
(beeps)
(baby fussing quietly)
(baby cries)
Are you with them?
(indistinct chatter)
(breathing heavily)
What now?
WAITRESS: Okay,
we have a Pilgrim Burger.
Chicken nacho pasta pie.
Here.
Bourbon teriyaki salmon.
Thank you.
Enjoy.
Mmm.
Why would it be 28 years?
What?
You said I could go to jail for 28 years.
Mm.
To prison.
Jail's where you go when you...
(inhales) get blasted
- and you drive into a mailbox. -(chuckles softly)
Oh.
Five years, perjury.
Five years, subornation of perjury.
Obstruction of justice, five.
Conspiracy, five.
Filing a false affidavit, five.
Tack on another three for witness tampering.
28 years.
I'll never have kids.
Uh...
Don't say that.
No one's ever gonna marry me.
(inhales, clears throat)
Monica... (sniffs)
it's only 28 years if you face it without us.
And that's not gonna happen.
I know it may not look like it now,
but we are on your side on this.
We are.
♪ ♪
(doorbell rings)
- Hello, George. -(Porter chuckles)
What's in this bag?
Dubs of the Tripp tapes.
How many Tripp tapes?
All 20 hours.
What? H-How did you get those?
Don't ask,
- don't tell. -(Porter laughs)
- Hey, what do you have tonight? - I'm, uh,
going to the Monocle with Ingraham and David Brock.
Ugh, you're canceling. You're welcome.
We're listening straight through,
every single one.
Ice?
Is that six bottles?
Why would you get six bottles?
Richard, come over here and pop this.
George, we're celebrating.
These tapes are going to be in the Smithsonian one day.
We're living a page in a U.S. history book.
I'm just saying, maybe we should hold off on celebrating
until we know for sure there's something usable on those tapes.
This is a coup d'état and we're the coup.
Do you know how rare that is?
If there was ever a night to crack open
something fucking decent, it's now.
We're starting.
(scoffs softly)
(sighs) 'Kay.
(pops)
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Cheers.
-MONICA: Hello? - LINDA: Hi.
How are you?
MONICA: Fine. I'm tired. I just got off the treadmill.
LINDA: (chuckles softly) You're so good.
(inhales)
(exhales)
Mrs. Tripp.
I'm Jim Fisher. This is Wes Holmes.
We're attorneys for Mrs. Paula Jones.
Come in.
These are, uh...
my, uh... my personal items from the Pentagon.
I asked a colleague to bring them by.
It's only a matter of days till the president learns
about all I've done.
Well, that speaks to why we're here.
Um, tomorrow morning,
the president will be going under oath.
I'll be asking him specific questions
about his relationships with women like Ms. Monica Lewinsky.
Any information you can give us would be a great help.
Gifts exchanged. Events they attended at the same time.
That sort of thing.
She, uh...
she'd see him in the Post or, uh,
on TV... (chuckles)
wearing one of the ties she gave him and she'd be so happy.
She believed it was a...
a signal to her to show he cared.
(chuckles)
She actually believed that.
So she gave him multiple ties?
She loves to shop.
(inhales, exhales)
She's a kid.
She needed someone to save her.
Were it my own daughter, I'd have done the same thing.
Can't expect her to understand that now, but...
that's how she is. She's, uh, entitled.
(exhales) It's how she was raised.
(sighs) I have to accept that.
(grunts softly)
Mrs. Tripp, I'm... very sorry to press,
but we don't have much time.
Any information you can give us that's more specific.
Again, any gifts he gave her
- or... - President gave her a book.
Okay, what book?
And a hat pin.
Although, of course, you've been made aware of the hat pin.
- Let's run the book to the ground first. - I don't know, some sort of a...
autographed photo of-of him in...
-(chuckles softly) one of her ties. - I'm sorry,
real quick, what was the title of the book he gave her?
His thoughtful gesture,
as they met up in our White House.
That is a special place
meant for the most honorable few.
There's a heaviness to that.
Each, uh, handles it his own way.
Ronald Reagan became president
and refused to set foot in the Oval
without a full suit and tie.
George Bush became president and handwrote letters
to every family who lost a son in action.
Bill Clinton became president
and got the first vulnerable girl he saw in a hallway
to suck his dick.
And then, boy,
did he make her suffer.
(scoffs softly)
The book was Leaves of Grass.
See what he has to say about that.
♪ ♪
(knocking)
(indistinct singing on TV)
Monica.
Mom. (panting)
(crying)
(exhales sharply)
Ma'am, my name is Mike Emmick.
I'm with the Office of the Independent Counsel.
I'd like to talk to my daughter alone.
And not in here.
Yes, of course.
(Monica breathing heavily)
♪ ♪
(beeps)
(panting)
-(sniffles) What have they done? -(breathing heavily)
- What did they do to you? -(dialing)
Wait, what are you doing?
I'm calling Betty, because they're gonna trap him.
- No, Monica, you're not calling anyone! - How bad this is! No!
- Please... - You're not calling anyone. Monica!
- Please! - You're not calling anyone.
- We're gonna work something out with them. -(panting)
No, you can't make me cooperate.
- What are you talking about? - Mom, I need your cell phone.
- What? No. - Please, Mom.
- Please! - No! Come here.
Come here right now.
All right, now listen to me, sweetheart.
This ends right now.
This is all my fault.
I caused this, and I'm not gonna make him pay for that.
It's his fault, too. You need to start thinking
about yourself right now.
Mom,
I'm not gonna be the one to take down the president.
Don't you see that is what this is?
I am not Bill Clinton's mother.
I am your mother.
(inhales, exhales) Where are you going?
(shudders) I am going to talk with them.
(sniffles, exhales)
I would like to speak with you.
And I need to use the restroom.
And she needs to use the restroom.
LINDA: You like salads though, right?
And you can have a lot of salad with this thing.
MONICA: Yeah, so we'll see. I mean, it's good I get to eat pasta again.
I love pasta.
LINDA: Do you like, um, Boston lettuce?
MONICA: I don't know Boston lettuce.
LINDA: It's very limp.
MONICA: Oh. Probably not. (chuckles)
These two. (exhales)
I'm at once captivated and yet now completely understand why,
in some cultures, they drown their female infants.
-(snorts) - These are shit.
What?
But she says--
in horrifying detail--
she gave him blow jobs.
But she never says
"Vernon Jordan got me a job
in exchange for lying."
She never says it.
No quid pro quo.
No smoking gun.
But it is sex.
"He shall be removed from office
"on impeachment for
"and conviction of treason, bribery
"or other high crimes
- and misdemeanors." - Yes, George,
we heard you the first time.
Having sex with an office girl
is not a high crime or misdemeanor.
You've become a bore.
-(scoffs) -(doorbell rings) -(knocking)
(exhales)
(sighs)
Hey. Come in.
(exhales) The FBI has Monica Lewinsky.
They're gonna flip her.
They're gonna do it tonight.
Fuck me.
(grunts)
(clears throat)
I want you to understand,
Monica has been through a lot in her life.
We get it. We've gotten to know her a little bit today.
She's a lovely young woman.
Oh, yeah. Lovely.
You must be very proud.
(chuckles softly, inhales)
Ma'am, we were asked to wait for you, okay?
You chose to take a train. The train was delayed.
I'm sorry I wasn't sitting ready
for the FBI to descend upon my daughter today.
- Of course. - Okay, fine. (chuckles) Fine.
At any rate, we were assured,
with you here, she'd finally decide
whether or not she was willing to cooperate.
Of course she will cooperate.
She will answer all of your questions.
And you won't charge her with anything.
She will be given full immunity from prosecution
provided she answers our questions
and does monitored calls.
(grunts)
And, uh...
-(inhales) -(pouring)
...if she says no to the calls?
(pitcher clunks)
Do we still get immunity?
Well, the thing is we need evidence
that can be used in court.
That's what the monitored calls are for.
Does that make sense?
Mm-hmm.
So it's a yes?
Well...
I'll try.
I'll go explain to her...
(inhales)
...once you put it in writing.
Okay, well, why don't you go,
uh, have a word with your daughter,
uh, in the ladies' room
and we will work on that last part.
♪ ♪
-(door opens) -(Bennett exhales)
(quietly): Starr will say yes to immunity.
So what?
We can't get it on paper.
Not tonight.
(exhales)
(shudders)
They can dial a phone and put it in my hand.
I won't do it.
You're not being rational.
I'll mess it up on purpose.
(knocking)
Yes?
- Yes? - Can we have a word, please?
(sighs)
You can have a seat.
-(clears throat) - Thank you.
So, here's where we're at.
We don't have a typewriter.
Can't you send for one?
- No. -(groans)
It's 11:00 p.m.
There's no one at the office.
- All right, how about a computer? - No.
So you're saying there isn't any way we can get this
- in writing? - BENNETT: Hey!
Enough of this fucking bullshit!
We've been waiting all day!
EMMICK: Now, listen, Monica will have
full immunity from prosecution, okay?
You will have it in writing first thing tomorrow morning.
We need to make these calls tonight.
It is time-sensitive.
So, ladies, we've given you a promise.
You need to give us an answer.
All right. Well, then I feel more comfortable
if we call Monica's father Dr. Lewinsky
- to be a witness... - No fucking way. - No.
...to this promise.
-(groans) - No. No one outside of this room
can know what's happening.
He already knows. I've called him.
- You told Dad? - What? You told the father?!
Yes.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
Bernard Lewinsky?
- Yes. -I'm Mike Emmick with the office
of Independent Counsel Kenneth Starr.
I'm here with your daughter and your wife.
- Ex-wife. - Ex-wife.
Right. Sorry.
Sir, we have evidence sufficient to prosecute Monica
for multiple felonies.
We're offering her a chance
to cooperate with our office instead.
Do you understand?
Isn't she entitled to an attorney?
- An attorney? -Yes.
Yeah. Does she have an attorney?
Put Monica on the phone.
He wants to talk to you.
Hi, Daddy.
Monka.
I'm here with Bill Ginsburg.
He's gonna be your attorney.
Your friend Bill?
- The malpractice lawyer? -Yeah.
I'm, uh... I'm gonna hand you over.
Do as he says, okay?
Okay.
Did they put you in bracelets, sweetheart?
Uh, what?
- Are you in custody now, dear? -Oh.
Um...
No, no. Well, I don't think so.
They just keep asking me to... (shudders)
to make a decision.
All right, put me through to them.
Okay.
He wants to talk to you.
- Hello? -Name, please.
Who am I talking to?
- Mike Emmick. Who is this? -This is William Ginsburg.
-I'm Monica's attorney. -(mouths)
(mouths)
Mr. Ginsburg,
we have been negotiating with Ms. Lewinsky here
- for 11 hours now... -Negotiating? Really?
Is that the new term of art for "unlawful detention"?
Sir, she could have left at any time.
Shut the fuck up, you motherfucking cocksucker.
- Excuse me? -We've already heard
what you want her to do.
Now tell us what she's gonna get for it.
Full transactional immunity from prosecution!
- I want that in writing. - Yeah, well, it's nearly midnight here.
- We've been down this road with the mother. -Too bad,
so sad. Write it up.
- Now. - We don't have a typewriter here.
- Then write it out by hand and fax it. -No, we don't have
-a fax machine either. - You know, I know that hotel.
I've stayed at that hotel. They've got a fax machine.
It's a goddamn
Ritz-Carlton.
Sir, we are not going to use a communal fax.
You are a lying sack of shit.
Okay, look... I-I am sorry, but I do not see
the need to use profanity.
That makes one of us.
Because the plain fact of the matter is
you don't have the power to put a single goddamn thing
in writing now, do you?
Fucking hang up on this prick.
Mr. Ginsburg... (exhales)
this is a real offer.
Tomorrow, we will fax it to you.
You will have it in writing.
So, for Monica's sake,
for her future,
believe me when I say you do not want...
Put my client back
on the phone.
What's going on?
Sweetheart, I want you to listen very carefully.
Do exactly as I say.
Stand up,
don't say a word,
walk out the door.
What?
They should never have held you there, and they know it.
Now go get your mother and go home.
Monica,
nothing's gonna happen.
(whispers): They said they were gonna send me to jail.
If they wanted to arrest you,
they would have done that already.
I'm gonna hop on a red-eye.
I'll see you in the morning.
Now please go.
I swear to you on my life,
they cannot stop you.
Monica, do you understand?
Yes.
(line clicks)
(exhales)
(sniffles)
Mom, get your coat. We're leaving.
BENNETT: There it is.
Nice work.
(door opens)
So this is your final decision?
Yes.
Uh, thank you...
uh, so much for everything.
Good night, Monica.
Good night.
(breathing heavily)
♪ ♪
-(exhales) -(keys jangle)
(shudders)
Honey, I'm gonna make you some tea.
(exhales sharply)
(exhales)
(sniffles)
-(clinking) -(cabinet door creaks)
We could go to Canada.
Tonight.
We just get in the Jeep and drive.
Honey, they would stop us at the border.
They're the government.
All you need to do now is just get some sleep, and...
- we will finish this tomorrow. - I just...
If I don't call Betty...
No!
You can't.
You cannot!
You have to look out for your own life now, honey,
your own future.
(shuddering softly)
I'm gonna take a shower.
Okay. All right.
- I'm sorry. - I don't want...
♪ ♪
(sniffles)
(water running)
(Monica crying)
(creaking)
(crying continues)
♪ ♪
(shuddering)
(crying continues)
Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH