"Look at his eyes, Leo. He completely believes his own words now. That's the highest level of acting—when the actor himself gets lost in the role."
Leo didn't speak. He just listened quietly.
The speech on stage entered its second phase.
Murphy's tone shifted from somber to resolute.
"This past week, many people have asked me."
"Murphy, who put you up here?"
"Which big corporation signed the check? Which political faction made a deal? Which big shot in Washington gave you the green light?"
Murphy shook his head, a faint, disdainful smile on his face.
"I told them."
"No one."
Those two words rang with conviction.
Leo raised an eyebrow.
"In my campaign account, there isn't a single large check from Wall Street."
"Behind me, there isn't a single political boss trying to manipulate Pennsylvania."
"The ones who put me here... are you."
Murphy stretched out his hand, pointing to the crowd below the stage.
