Our Brand Is Crisis Page #5

perhaps before the election is over.

What are you doin' out here?

Oh, it's the nausea.

I don't wanna keep vomiting

every time I see him.

Can't be good for his morale.

- Um, we're strugglin'.

- Mmm-hmm.

- Nothing's working.

- Nope.

- That's it?

- Hmm.

Because if you've got some

kind of trick up your sleeve,

now is the time to pull it out.

This actually kinda matters, Jane.

I mean, this country could go under.

We're talkin' about

people's lives, you know?

You don't think there's

something kinda odd about him?

Sort of checked out?

I think he's a client who's paying you

to be his strategist.

Oh, okay.

Do we have a problem?

Because if we do, you need to tell me.

If there's a problem, Ben,

I will tell you.

It is unacceptable

that our natural resources

continue to be looted

and exploited illegally.

This is something

I am determined to stop.

They cannot keep

stealing from us.

My priority is jobs,

which I believe is

the priority of all Bolivians.

Jobs, jobs, jobs.

Jobs building roads

and building schools,

which the Bolivian people

desperately need.

I'm sure that

my esteemed opponents

could argue all night long...

There she is.

Jane Bodine.

How are ya, honey?

- Pat.

- So, what are you doin' here?

I thought you retired

or gave up or somethin'.

No, not retired. Working.

Yeah. Okay.

- Here lending a hand.

- Mmm.

Nice.

You?

Same thing, yeah.

I'm just doin' a favor, you know?

Yeah, but I'll probably be

going home tomorrow,

so I won't stay around too long.

- No? Yeah, me either.

- Mmm-mmm.

- Probably gonna get outta here. Yeah.

- Mmm.

But you good otherwise?

- Couldn't be better. Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Enjoying this dog and pony show?

- I'm not one for crowds.

- People suck, don't they?

- Yeah, sometimes.

Yeah.

You look tired.

- You okay?

- I think so. I think I'm good. Why?

I don't know. You just look a little beat.

What do you think of Rivera?

- I don't speak Spanish.

- Yeah, me either.

- He looks good, though.

- Yeah.

Yeah. Presidential timber.

How about your horse?

Seems like a stuck-up

little a**hole to me.

Hmm? Hmm.

Anyway, enjoy yourself

as much as you possibly can.

- I will try.

- And, uh... Yeah.

- So maybe later, huh?

- Maybe.

- Yeah?

- Mmm-hmm.

You know what I mean, right?

I can only assume.

- Yeah, honey. Okay. Bye.

- Yeah.

F***!

F***. F***!

Oh, my God!

Well, you're kinda late.

I don't know if you've heard,

- but we've pretty much gone belly up.

- Don't touch me.

Are you guys drafting an apology?

- Yeah.

- Uh, yeah. I... I don't know.

Have any of you ever fought

against Mr. Candy?

No, I know his reputation.

He's one of the best.

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