The Oval (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - A Little Girl Talk - full transcript
- VICTORIA: Think
about it, dumbass.
We're at the top.
The pinnacle.
We've made it.
- HUNTER: I'm president
of the United States.
- You're a joke.
- I wanna be emancipated.
I wanna leave this family.
- I wanna see my daughter.
- You're not seeing anybody.
- Help me!
- She took that baby!
- How long have
you been married?
- Fifteen years.
- Has he been faithful
the whole time?
- You might wanna get that
little boy of yours in therapy
because serial killers
start off as perverts.
- Your father and I made
that hillbilly president.
And now he's sleeping
with some gutter trash.
- [gasps]
This will never touch me.
- DONALD:
It's been taken care of.
You don't need to worry.
- You left the bloody
mattress on the bed!
- What is going on?
- What kind of people would
we be if we just let this go?
- You don't want to go
down this road, Maxwell.
- I've been waiting for this.
- [gunshot]
- [glass shatters]
- Where did the knife
and money come from?
- I do not know.
I didn't know
the money was in there.
- Picky told me that
Kareem is a drug dealer.
He also said that Sharon
is dealing with him.
- [shouts]
- NANCY: Picky was my son.
- Who's the father?
- Richard--
- Tell me now.
- You know, you're a
very beautiful woman.
- Don't you just love
how they love each other, honey?
- We can be together
now, just you and me.
- Ma'am, please, stop it!
- You don't want me to stop
because you would've left.
- Diane has underwear
that we believe
may belong to the dead girl.
- Meet your new boss.
- Halle here--
- Ellie.
- Ellie here will be
my new press secretary.
- Do you have any idea the
things they say about him?
The whispers that I
have been controlling?
I will tell the world
what I heard in that office
about the president.
- You go to the police,
they will kill you.
- Can you keep me safe?
- I got you.
- Your grandmother's gonna
take you and your sister
away for a while.
- I don't want to go.
Come here.
- [screams]
- NANCY:
I have to bury a child.
And you think
the father's important?
- Look at you.
You're still hard.
- What the--
- I'm ready to live
my days out in peace.
- Where's my daughter?
I'm taking your
ass to the police!
- I am gonna make
your life hell.
- [screams]
- Mic drop, bitches.
- [pants, sobs]
- ♪
- [pants, sobs]
- ♪
- Shh, shh!
- Just tell me
what the hell is going on!
- Don't you give me that
honey shit, I'm lookin' at you.
- Listen to me.
- Was she in there?
- [pants, mumbles]
- She's in that room,
I swear on everything I own
you gonna have to shoot me.
- Will you just listen?
Please--
- Let me see.
- Wait, wait.
- Stop it!
What were you doing?
- Stop it right now.
Please, stop it!
- Sam...let me go.
[pants]
- What do you wanna see?
- [pants]
Pull your pants down, Sam.
Pull your pants down right now.
- Need I remind you we are in
the kitchen in the White House?
- You think I give a
damn about that right now?
- Shh! You should!
- I will burn this bitch
down with both of us in it.
You better pull your
pants down, Sam.
Let me see.
- Why would I do that?
- Sam...if you smell
like that bitch...
- You have gotta be kidding me.
- Then what were you doing?
What were you doing, huh?
- I was--
- Uh-uh, uh-uh.
Answer me. Uh-uh.
You're taking way too long.
Sam, what were you doing?
- [stutters]
- [sighs] I can
smell her on you.
I can smell...her on you.
- Baby, I didn't do anything.
- Then prove it to me.
Pull your pants down.
- Baby, no, no.
- Pull your pants down.
- We will not do
this here, okay?
- Oh, you wanna bet?
- No, no, no. No.
I need you to calm down.
- Stop -- touching me.
- I need you to calm down, baby.
Not here.
- You know what?
You should go to your post.
Mm-hmm.
- Baby?
- Yeah.
- Baby.
- Go to your post, Sam.
- I'm not leaving.
- So you gonna watch
me all the time, then?
- Until you calm down, yes.
- I'm going to -- her up.
- Baby, don't say that.
- Do your job.
- Priscilla...
- I'm gonna poison him and her.
Do your job!
- Priscilla, don't say that!
- I just did!
I just threatened
POTUS and FLOTUS.
I'm a national
security risk, Sam!
Now do your damn job!
- Come back.
- I know you are not talking
on your mic right now.
- Where is he?
Yes, I'm in the
residence kitchen. Yes.
What?
- Sam!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Don't you leave.
- Look, I have to, okay?
- Sam, I mean it!
- [mouths] Stop it.
- [sobs, gasps]
- Ms. Laura?
- Ms. Laura, are you okay?
- Ms. Laura.
Baby, get her a chair to sit on.
Ms. Laura, are you okay?
- [yelps]
- Are you okay?
Ms. Laura?
Oh, shit.
Ms. Laura, are you okay?
- This is Sam.
We need a medic.
- Ms. Laura--
- It's okay, Ms. Laura.
- What the hell is going
on with all this screaming?
- ♪
- LAURA: [pants, whimpers]
- ♪
- ♪
♪ Feels like I'm
running out of time ♪
♪
♪ You gotta get yours,
I gotta get mine ♪
♪
♪ I'm not really sure
where we're headed to ♪
♪
♪ I just hope that
you make it when I do ♪♪
- Whoo.
That is quite sad.
Mm.
Is something wrong, dear?
- No, ma'am. My, uh--
my wife is fine.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- I was speaking...
to her.
- Priscilla?
- You're in your negligee
quite early in the day, ma'am.
- Yes, I just had an
incredibly hot bath.
Forgive me.
Heard all of the screaming
and, well, I was...concerned.
- I see.
Sam, isn't there something
that you need to be doing?
- I'll say.
- No, I'm fine here.
- No, Sam, go on.
I feel so uncomfortable
with you standing here
and I'm...dressed like this.
- Well, ma'am, I, uh...
- Yes, Sam.
You heard her.
- SAM: Well, I think--
- You should leave.
- Well--
- Leave.
I think the two of us need
to have a little girl talk.
- Mm.
- Well, ma'am, I--I think
it's best that I stay.
- Why is that?
Is there some threat here
that I'm not aware of?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Hm.
And who's that?
- SAM: There's some activity
outside the gates
on the south lawn that
we're concerned about, ma'am.
- Hm.
Are you sure it's
at the south lawn...
and not in the
residence kitchen?
- Yes.
I'm sure, ma'am.
- Okay, I see.
Well, perhaps I
should get dressed.
- Yes, ma'am. I...
I think that'll
be a good idea.
- I'll have tea in the
great hall, please.
- Yes, ma'am.
Right away.
- Where are we going?
- I told you, to
the country house.
- You know what?
- I know a lot of whats.
- Why is Victoria
so afraid of you?
- Well, darling, she
is smart, unlike you.
- [scoffs] You're a person.
What could you do to me?
- I could make your life
quite the difficult one.
- Yeah, well, no more
than it already is.
- Ah, darling, you have no idea.
- You are really, really creepy.
- Mm. And you are
really disrespectful.
- [chuckles]
Yeah, well, I get that way
when I'm being disrespected.
- Oh, pray tell, how is that?
- The hell do you mean?
- Language.
- What the hell do you mean?
- Okay.
- I'm being forced to
live in that prison.
- Prison?
- Yeah.
- MAUDE: [chuckles]
Darling...
I will show you prison.
- Why?
What are you gonna do?
You're gonna like torture me or
something?
- Yes, I may very well do that.
- Oh!
Go on, please tell me
how you're gonna do that.
- You want details?
- Yes.
- [laughs] Okay.
I'll tell you.
Since you are so disrespectful,
when this plane lands,
I have given them
clear instructions
on what to do with you.
- Yeah, okay.
- You want prison?
I will show you prison.
You want heartache?
Honey, by the time
I'm finished with you,
you will begging me to
please have mercy on you.
[chuckles]
I know how to
deal with your type.
This rebellion...
I know very
well how to deal with you.
- Okay.
We'll see about that.
- Yes, we will.
And you think that little
recorder is going to save you?
- What recording?
- Darling, I know that
you're recording me, dear.
Go right ahead.
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- MAUDE: Okay, very well then.
I will get you in line.
- I don't need to
be gotten in line.
That loser in the bathroom -- ?
That's who you need
to get in line.
- Is that what he's doing?
- Well, he's been in there
quite a long time.
What else do you think?
- Very well.
- How much longer are we
gonna be on this plane?
- Um...a-about
three more hours.
- [sighs]
This is so lame.
- NANCY: Good Lord,
I'm dropping all my stuff.
- [metal clanking]
- Really?
You're gonna try
to stay here, huh?
- Yes, I am.
This is my house too.
- Get out.
- I'm not leaving.
- I said...get out.
- What are you gonna do?
Drag me out?
- Nancy...
- You are not that kind of man.
- It's sad that you think
you know the kind of man I am.
- Sad? Why is it sad?
- Because I didn't know
the kind of woman you are.
- Richard--
- No, no, no, don't--don't--
don't "Richard" me.
I was out there
fighting in the war.
And the only thing that
kept me going was knowing
that you were here
waiting for me.
- I'm sorry.
- And you...were pregnant.
- It was a mistake.
- You was with some other man.
- Richard, I wasn't.
It was one time,
and I felt like hell.
- Who was it?
- I'm not gonna tell you that.
- Okay.
Then get out.
- I'm--I'm cooking for you.
- Damn it.
- Well, you need to eat dinner.
- I need you to leave!
- And I need to
take care of you!
- You need to leave!
- Richard! Richard!
You're gonna hurt yourself!
- Why are you not hearing me?
- I am not leaving my house!
- You wanna bet?
- I'm sorry.
I don't know how many ways
I can say that I'm sorry!
- I don't care how many ways.
You'll never be
sorry enough for me!
- ♪
- Then go on.
Go on and punish me.
But I'm gonna stay right here!
I'mma keep oviou.
- ♪
- Okay.
- I'm sorry.
- I, uh...
I canceled all of
your credit cards.
- ♪
- Okay, that's--that's fine.
- And I took every damn
dime out of the bank.
- Okay.
That's fine too.
- I know you wrote a
check to that funeral home.
- Oh, Richard.
- It's gonna bounce.
- Richard, you are not this man.
- You don't know the man I am
like I didn't know
the liar you are.
- They are not gonna bury
him without that money!
- Get it from his daddy.
- Richard!
- You heard me!
- [birds chirping]
- [door creaking]
- ♪
- [sighs]
Look, um, I know
it's not much, but...
- I like it.
- You do?
- Yeah.
- Okay, um...sorry
it isn't OAC, but...
- No, it's okay.
- Okay.
- Are you, um--are you
sure we weren't followed?
- I'm sure, Lilly.
- And no one knows
I'm here, right?
- Nobody knows, okay?
You have the Tracfone.
We got rid of the last one.
- Okay.
- There's no way anyone
can know we're here.
- You're right.
- All right?
- Yeah.
- You seem nervous.
Do you want to sit down?
- No, I'm just, um...
I'm, um...I'm just...
- Say it, Lilly.
- Um...
I'm trusting you a lot.
- Lilly, I got you, all right?
You're safe, okay?
- Thank you.
- No problem.
- [chair creaking]
- ♪
- What do we do now?
- What do you mean?
- ♪
- Well...
We can't stay here forever.
- Well, I was hoping we could.
- Okay, Bobby...
I have a career, all right?
- I know, I know.
Let's just...figure
this out one day at a time.
- Okay, look. That sounds
nice in theory, but--
- No buts.
We wanna stay 15 steps
ahead, all right?
It's okay not to have
all the answers at once.
- You're right.
- And besides, I know this isn't
the glamorous accommodations
you're used to, but--
- [snorts, laughs]
Boy, you don't know me.
- I have a feeling you haven't
been in a situation like this
in a while.
- Bobby, baby, I grew
up in Watts, remember?
- Wanna let me finish?
- Go ahead.
- I mean a situation like
this since you were young.
- Excuse me?
- Like a kid young, and...
- All right, well, look,
I've gone out camping before.
Plenty of times.
- Okay.
Well, let's consider
this a camping trip.
- Well, let's just hope
I'm not being hunted.
- Lilly, nothing is
gonna happen to you.
- Yeah, how can you
be so sure, huh?
- Because I'm always
ten steps ahead of him.
- You know, he said if
I file for a divorce,
he would make sure to erase me.
- Lilly, nothing is gonna happen
to you, okay? Just don't worry
about that.
You're safe. I promise.
- ♪
- We'll talk when we get home.
- ♪
- REPORTER LISA LOGAN:
The two shooting victims
have been identified
as Secret Service agents.
A male agent has survived
and is in the hospital.
We're trying to find out as
much information as we can.
The shooting happened
here at this store
right outside
of the capital city.
We were told by neighbors that
First Lady Victoria Franklin
has shopped here
at one occasion.
Word on the street is
there was a love triangle
going on between the three--
- You wanted to see
me, Mr. President?
- [indistinct reporting
continues]
- You take care of that?
- Yes, sir, I did.
- What's the press saying?
- That your new girl
tried to manage it.
- Good. What did she do?
- Well, she...gave up
her medical records.
Said that she was
on antidepressants
and uses illegal drugs.
Diane went low,
but your girl Ellie,
ooh, she went much lower.
- Nice. I like it.
- You see, I'm not so
sure about that, sir,
because Diane can
be very vicious.
- Well...as I've said,
she's your problem.
You brought her here.
- Yes, sir, that's because she's
really good at what she does.
- Ellie's very good
at what she does.
- I'm talking about
the job at hand, sir.
- I'm talking about
blow jobs, Donald.
Blow jobs.
- I know exactly what
you're talking about, sir.
- You gotta stay on
top of this, Donald.
- [indistinct reporting
continues]
- [switches off TV]
- Look, it's all over social.
- Oh...well, she is who
you wanted, right, sir?
- Are you -- kidding
me right now?
- No, not at all, sir.
- This bitch is your problem.
You're the one who hired her.
- I'm sorry, which bitch
is that exactly, sir?
- Oh, are you
being cute, Donald?
- No, sir, not at--
- Are you being cute?
Say "sir" again.
Say it again.
Be -- cute again.
I swear, Donald, this time,
I will fire you and, uh...
-- me.
- [sighing]
- I am so pissed
at the two of you.
- Well, you're always
pissed about something.
- Yeah, because of you.
God, you are so damn stupid.
- [sighs] What is it?
- You know what?
I will leave you
two lovebirds alone.
- No, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
So who were the agents?
- Excuse me, ma'am?
- Who were the agents who
were at that tramp's store?
- Ma'am, I have absolutely no
idea what you're talking about.
- You really wanna play me
as small
as that thing
you call a penis, do you?
- Just tell her, Donald,
before she bites it off.
She did that to me once.
She called it head.
- Tell me.
- Agent Yuma and Agent Max
were having an affair with her.
They got into a shootout
with each other at her store.
- Oh my god.
You've got to be kidding me.
- No, ma'am, I'm not.
- And what idiot do you
expect to believe that?
- You know what, ma'am?
We'll get it done.
- No, you--you--you--
- Victoria!
- What?
- It was working.
- You two are such -- .
What happens when Max
starts talking, hm?
- How's he going to do
that when he's dead?
- Um, he's not dead.
- What?
- He's in a hospital.
He survived.
- Donald--
- Sir, that's not
possible, okay?
- And these are the
people you trust?
- We have a firsthand witness
account that he was dead.
- Really?
- Yes.
- Where did you hear this?
- On the news.
- You trust those hacks
over our Secret Service?
- Look, Max is alive.
And when he starts talking,
there's gonna be a problem.
- Okay,
just--just--just--just--just--
Donald?
- DONALD: Do you know what, sir?
- Will you go get Kyle?
- Sir, I'll take
care of it right now.
- Yeah, get Kyle right now.
- Yes, sir.
- [sighing]
- Wow.
- Just go upstairs.
- I always knew you
were cold-blooded.
But that man has been
with us for eight years.
- Who's that?
- Yeah, okay.
- Why?
You wanna -- him too?
- Too?
- I heard you have a thing
for a man in a suit.
- Oh, no, dear.
I have a thing
for a man, period.
One who doesn't have everything
handed to him because he's you.
I can't believe you
care nothing for him.
- It was a business decision.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Where are you goin'?
- Um...I just gotta go home.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm--I'm just, um--
I'm just not feeling well.
- Here, let me drive you.
- No, no, I'm--I'm okay.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
- [sighs] Well, I'm
just glad you're alive.
I might not be too much longer.
- Well, what do you mean?
- You didn't hear?
- Hear what?
- I went into the press
room and I told it all.
- What did you talk about?
- All of it.
Him giving that
whore my job and--
- Okay, what whore?
- Listen, I--I really
shouldn't talk about this here.
- Okay.
- What do you know
about these two agents?
Their names are Max and Yuma.
- What about them?
- What do you know about them?
- I mean, they're good people.
- Was she?
- What do you mean, was she?
- She was killed.
- Yuma?
- Yeah.
And Max is in the hospital.
- What?
- Yeah, I--I have
to get there and see him
before they end my clearance.
- Okay, Diane, what--what
is going on?
- Look, I'm onto something.
And you and Sam are
the only ones I can trust.
- What is it?
- I'll tell you
everything, but not here.
But if something happens to me--
- Okay, stop.
- ♪
- What do you mean if
something happens to you?
- Cilla, not here. Okay?
I need to come to your house.
- Okay, well, I'm
on my way there now.
- Okay.
I'm gonna head to the hospital
and try to throw
my weight around a bit
before everybody finds out
that I'm as good
as dead in this town.
- ♪
- All right, well, I'll
see you at my house.
- Okay.
- ♪
- RUTH: Help! Help me!
- BARRY: Come on! No!
You are coming over there--
- RUTH: Help! Help me!
- OFFICER HERNDON:
What is going on?
Hey, hey!
- He kidnapped me!
- That is not--I didn't--
that is not true.
- Okay, just leave her alone.
Let her talk.
- Help me.
- She took my daughter.
- What?
- She is my daughter.
- No, she is my daughter.
I have custody.
- I have custody.
- Why are you lying right now?
- Everybody, just calm down.
Just calm down.
- No, man, lock her up!
- Hey!
Do you wanna go to jail?
- Yes. Take him to jail.
- Ruth, I swear to
god, you better--
- Okay, that's it.
Hands behind your back.
- Whoa! For what, man?
- You're about to get
arrested for resisting arrest.
- Okay, okay!
- You're gonna calm down?
- Yes, I'm calm.
- Now, tell me what's going on?
- He took me, and
grabbed me, and forced me--
- Stop lying.
- Hey, hey, hey!
I was talking to her.
- He grabbed me and
forced me into his car--
- That is not true. Stop lying!
- Hey! Hey!
What did I say?
- He forced me against my will.
That is kidnapping.
- No, kidnapping is
what you did to Callie!
- You have to arrest him.
- Did you force
her to come here?
Did you--
- She took my daughter!
- Yes, because I need
information on my daughter!
- That is kidnapping.
- No, how is that kidnapping
when I have custody
and she took her?
- I want him arrested.
- No!
You need to be arrested.
- I want to press charges.
- What the hell
are you gonna press--
- All right, hands
behind your back.
- Are you serious right now?
How are you gonna press
charges for bringing you
here, and you the
one took her, huh?
- I'm pressing charges.
- What the hell you gonna
press charges for, Ruth?
Ruth, where's Callie at?
Tell--
Don't--come on, man! You really
arresting me right now?
- Right now!
- Yo!
- Let's go!
- Ruth--she did it!
Stop! How you--
She took my daughter!
- Thanks. Come again.
- Sharon? Sharon?
Wait--wait a second, Sharon.
You see all these
upgrades we're getting
with the insurance payout?
It's incredible.
You don't stop me,
I'mma end up spending
all the money in one day.
Hold on a second,
Sharon, listen.
- I can't do drama today.
- All right, I mean, you're
kind of doing drama every day
with Barry, that's
kind of his MO.
- Don't start.
- Okay.
I just wanna say I'm sorry
for...being such an asshole.
- Okay, I'll put that in my
pocket with all the other sorrys
I don't give a damn about.
- Fair enough.
- Yeah.
- I was just...upset
about all of this.
- We all are.
- And about you being with him.
- I hear you. Thank you.
Now, you wanna
go...do some work?
- But I started to think...
why would she stay with him?
- Because I love him?
- No, no, no.
Because--'cause it
hit me, Sharon, um...
Are you okay?
- What do you mean?
- I mean you've been
sitting down a lot.
- Yeah, I'm just tired
of all this shit.
- Well, how tired?
- What do you mean?
I'm tired.
- Are you sleeping at night?
You know what I mean.
- No, Kareem, I don't
know what you mean.
You're acting like
I'm up all night.
- No, I'm just--
Are you having trouble sleeping?
- I sleep fine.
- Why are you
being so defensive?
- Why are you asking me
about how I'm sleeping?
- Okay, uh, you know I've been
working here since I was a kid,
right?
- Mm-hmm.
- And I've seen this
with lots of women.
They come in here,
and they all end up
in the middle of aisle three.
- Aisle three?
- I'll pay for it if
you want to take it.
- Wait, hold up, wait.
You--you think I'm pregnant?
- Why else would
you be with him?
- I'm not.
You need to stop, all right?
Why would you think
that in the first place?
- Other than the bathroom
breaks every five seconds?
Sitting down constantly?
Almost fainting?
- I'm--I'm not pregnant.
- I hope not.
- Oh, well, don't worry.
If I was, it's
no way it's yours.
- I just meant I
hope it's not his.
- Well, it couldn't be yours.
Not enough time has
passed, all right?
- Sharon, if you are, it's
gonna--it's gonna make me crazy.
I only want you to
have a kid with me.
- You have a kid.
- Not with the woman I love.
- [scoffs]
- I wanna have a child
with you, Sharon.
- Oh, okay, look, um,
let's not do this today.
As a matter of fact, I think
you need to hire someone else.
- [laughs] You gonna quit?
- No, I'm not going to quit.
But I think that you should
so we don't have to do this.
We don't have to work
this close together.
- You serious?
- Very serious.
- All right, fine,
I'll--I'll put an ad up.
- Thank you.
- A matter of fact,
we'll start right now.
I'll just stay back there.
You...deal with up front.
- I have to finish helping
you with the prescriptions.
- No, it's fine. I got it.
- All right, now you're
just being an ass.
- Well, your head is up yours,
so what's it matter now?
- I'll--
- Yup.
- --be up front.
- Yup.
- ♪
- Oh god.
[sighs] Oh god, I
hope you're wrong.
- ♪
- [crickets chirping]
- It's the White House line.
- Who is it?
- Hello?
- DIANE: Bobby?
- Diane?
- Yeah.
- Why are you calling me?
- Did you read the
article I sent you?
- DIANE: Okay, so you know
that I'm out of there.
- What is it?
- I have an agent that
I need to get to safety.
- BOBBY: What are
you talking about?
- He's the one witness
that can bring down
this entire administration.
- What?
- DIANE: Look, I'll tell
you everything later.
Right now I just need
to get him out of the hospital
into a safe place.
Where's Potts?
- BOBBY: He's around.
- So can you help me?
- Is this real?
- DIANE: Yes.
- Okay.
Then I'll need your help too.
- Great.
You help me, and I will
give you anything you need.
- Done.
- Meet me at
St. Rhodes Hospital.
- I'm on the way.
[sighs]
- Bobby, what was that about?
- It's an ally.
- Okay, well, what's going on?
- She just needs some help,
Lilly.
- She?
- Lilly.
- Look, I'm sorry, all right?
- Look, I need to
help Diane, all right?
She may have some information
to make this make sense.
- Bobby, I, um--
I need to tell you something.
- What?
- You know what? Never mind.
Just, um--
- Lilly, tell me.
- Just go.
- Tell me.
- I overheard something
that I think is really bad.
- What?
- Bobby, can I trust you?
- We've been over that.
- All right.
- ♪
- I heard that the
president killed someone.
- What?
- Yeah.
- You're in more
danger than I thought.
- You think so?
- Yeah.
See, first I thought it was
about Kyle and--and the divorce.
But I had no idea you heard it.
[sighs]
- ♪
- Take this.
I know you know how to use it.
Nobody knows we're here.
So if anybody comes through
that door that isn't me,
you shoot first.
You got me?
- All right.
- You have an agent
here I need to see.
His name is Max Carter.
- And who are you?
- Someone important.
- Are you family?
- No, I'm with the White House.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- How is he?
- Oh, he's stable.
- Is he gonna make it?
- Looks that way.
- Is he able to speak?
- Yes, he is, but, uh,
he's gonna be in and out
of consciousness.
- Hm. Do you mind if
I try speaking to him?
- Sure.
Right this way.
- Thank you.
- You know, he is one
hell of a fighter.
- Is that so?
- Yes.
- Was he wearing a vest?
- Yes.
- Well, where is it?
- We have it.
The rounds hit center mass.
- Wow, how is he even alive?
- He had a metal
plate on his chest.
- Under his vest?
- Yeah.
- It sounds like he knew
what he was walking into.
- Although the bullets
didn't get through,
metal from the
plate went through.
- How much danger is he in?
- He's stable, but we had to
remove fragments of metal
from his chest in surgery.
We were able to get most of it.
But some of the fragments
were just centimeters
from his vital organs.
- Mm. Thank you.
- Sure.
- Where is he?
- He's right in here.
- Is there no one at his door?
- Uh, what do you mean?
- Security agents?
- No, ma'am.
- [scoffs] Wow.
- Should we have
security on him?
- Yes, you should.
- Are we in some
form of danger here?
- Would you mind just
doing it, please?
- Sure.
- Thank you.
- He's right in there.
- Thank you.
- ♪
- Max, can you hear me?
Max, my name is Diane Wilmont.
I'm here to help you.
Can you hear me?
I know you weren't having
an affair with that girl.
I know the president
was with her,
and they are completely
trying to use you
as a cover story.
But, Max, they had no idea that
you were gonna survive this.
That's why I've gotta
get you out of here.
Max, if you can hear me,
I need you to trust me.
- ♪
- You were in there a long time.
- I'm constipated.
- Don't be disgusting.
- Well, it took a long time.
- Sure it did, Jason.
If I go into that bathroom
and find any sign
that you have been
doing something perverted...
you're gonna be in big trouble.
- I wasn't doing
anything perverted.
My stomach's in knots.
- Why?
Are you nervous about something?
- No.
- What is it?
Tell me, what?
- I said nothing's going on.
I'm fine.
- Okay.
Suit yourself.
Lie to me.
- I'm not lying.
- ♪
- I need to go back.
- That's not happening.
- I need to clean my room.
- Clean your room?
Jason, darling...you
don't look the type.
- Grandma...
- What is it, son?
Speak.
- You won't understand.
- I won't and I don't
unless you tell me.
- Well...they clean my
room every day, okay?
I left something
in there that I--
- Oh, Jason!
Whatever you left in
that room, darling,
we will have plenty
of at the cabin.
- Look, I said...
I need to go back.
- Sit down, boy.
- No, you're not
listening to me.
- And you are not
listening either.
- I'll open that
emergency window.
- Jason.
- I'll kill us all.
- You sit down now.
- Look, demons do tremble.
- What are you talking about?
- You scared of me?
- Darling, I'm
not afraid of you.
- Turn this plane around.
- They won't.
Now you listen to me.
You are not going back.
[sighs]
- How long will I be here?
- Ah!
As long as it takes.
- You better take me back.
- Jason, now...
You have a problem.
And I have the
doctor to help you.
- No--
- No, no, no!
You have a very serious problem.
You're in need of
some serious therapy.
- No, what I need
is to go back home.
- And you think threatening
to open that door is--
are you stupid?
- Stupid?
- Put your seatbelt on.
I swear,
your mother was on something
when she was pregnant with you.
This is horrible.
Just horrible!
[sighs]
- You know, Grandma...
if there's an emergency on
board, we'll have to land.
- Darling, we don't have
an emergency, now, do we?
- Yes, we do.
How are you feeling, Grandma?
- Jason...
- You stupid bitch.
- Jason!
- You're a bitch.
She was sweet and beautiful.
And I killed her.
But you should've died.
- Jason, what are
you talking about?
- She was so pretty.
I killed her, and I
put her under my bed.
But it should've been you.
- Who's under your bed?
- [sighs]
The maid.
- That's it!
That's enough out of you!
[sighs] Jesus.
As soon as this plane lands,
you're going to the doctor and
you're going to be committed.
This is insane.
Fasten your seatbelt.
- ♪
- [yelps]
- DIANE: Next, on "The Oval"--
- That is a lie.
If I go down, I am taking
everyone down with me.
- I'll need a new detail leader.
And I want that to be you.
- Can I get back
to you about that?
- Did you get it done?
- No. He was moved.
- Man, who is that?
- What is your plan,
Ms. Press Secretary?
- Diane, this is a mess, okay?
You've opened up a
can of worms here.
- Well, that's exactly
what I intended to do.
- I'm sorry!
- Get out of this damn house!
- ♪
- ♪
about it, dumbass.
We're at the top.
The pinnacle.
We've made it.
- HUNTER: I'm president
of the United States.
- You're a joke.
- I wanna be emancipated.
I wanna leave this family.
- I wanna see my daughter.
- You're not seeing anybody.
- Help me!
- She took that baby!
- How long have
you been married?
- Fifteen years.
- Has he been faithful
the whole time?
- You might wanna get that
little boy of yours in therapy
because serial killers
start off as perverts.
- Your father and I made
that hillbilly president.
And now he's sleeping
with some gutter trash.
- [gasps]
This will never touch me.
- DONALD:
It's been taken care of.
You don't need to worry.
- You left the bloody
mattress on the bed!
- What is going on?
- What kind of people would
we be if we just let this go?
- You don't want to go
down this road, Maxwell.
- I've been waiting for this.
- [gunshot]
- [glass shatters]
- Where did the knife
and money come from?
- I do not know.
I didn't know
the money was in there.
- Picky told me that
Kareem is a drug dealer.
He also said that Sharon
is dealing with him.
- [shouts]
- NANCY: Picky was my son.
- Who's the father?
- Richard--
- Tell me now.
- You know, you're a
very beautiful woman.
- Don't you just love
how they love each other, honey?
- We can be together
now, just you and me.
- Ma'am, please, stop it!
- You don't want me to stop
because you would've left.
- Diane has underwear
that we believe
may belong to the dead girl.
- Meet your new boss.
- Halle here--
- Ellie.
- Ellie here will be
my new press secretary.
- Do you have any idea the
things they say about him?
The whispers that I
have been controlling?
I will tell the world
what I heard in that office
about the president.
- You go to the police,
they will kill you.
- Can you keep me safe?
- I got you.
- Your grandmother's gonna
take you and your sister
away for a while.
- I don't want to go.
Come here.
- [screams]
- NANCY:
I have to bury a child.
And you think
the father's important?
- Look at you.
You're still hard.
- What the--
- I'm ready to live
my days out in peace.
- Where's my daughter?
I'm taking your
ass to the police!
- I am gonna make
your life hell.
- [screams]
- Mic drop, bitches.
- [pants, sobs]
- ♪
- [pants, sobs]
- ♪
- Shh, shh!
- Just tell me
what the hell is going on!
- Don't you give me that
honey shit, I'm lookin' at you.
- Listen to me.
- Was she in there?
- [pants, mumbles]
- She's in that room,
I swear on everything I own
you gonna have to shoot me.
- Will you just listen?
Please--
- Let me see.
- Wait, wait.
- Stop it!
What were you doing?
- Stop it right now.
Please, stop it!
- Sam...let me go.
[pants]
- What do you wanna see?
- [pants]
Pull your pants down, Sam.
Pull your pants down right now.
- Need I remind you we are in
the kitchen in the White House?
- You think I give a
damn about that right now?
- Shh! You should!
- I will burn this bitch
down with both of us in it.
You better pull your
pants down, Sam.
Let me see.
- Why would I do that?
- Sam...if you smell
like that bitch...
- You have gotta be kidding me.
- Then what were you doing?
What were you doing, huh?
- I was--
- Uh-uh, uh-uh.
Answer me. Uh-uh.
You're taking way too long.
Sam, what were you doing?
- [stutters]
- [sighs] I can
smell her on you.
I can smell...her on you.
- Baby, I didn't do anything.
- Then prove it to me.
Pull your pants down.
- Baby, no, no.
- Pull your pants down.
- We will not do
this here, okay?
- Oh, you wanna bet?
- No, no, no. No.
I need you to calm down.
- Stop -- touching me.
- I need you to calm down, baby.
Not here.
- You know what?
You should go to your post.
Mm-hmm.
- Baby?
- Yeah.
- Baby.
- Go to your post, Sam.
- I'm not leaving.
- So you gonna watch
me all the time, then?
- Until you calm down, yes.
- I'm going to -- her up.
- Baby, don't say that.
- Do your job.
- Priscilla...
- I'm gonna poison him and her.
Do your job!
- Priscilla, don't say that!
- I just did!
I just threatened
POTUS and FLOTUS.
I'm a national
security risk, Sam!
Now do your damn job!
- Come back.
- I know you are not talking
on your mic right now.
- Where is he?
Yes, I'm in the
residence kitchen. Yes.
What?
- Sam!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Don't you leave.
- Look, I have to, okay?
- Sam, I mean it!
- [mouths] Stop it.
- [sobs, gasps]
- Ms. Laura?
- Ms. Laura, are you okay?
- Ms. Laura.
Baby, get her a chair to sit on.
Ms. Laura, are you okay?
- [yelps]
- Are you okay?
Ms. Laura?
Oh, shit.
Ms. Laura, are you okay?
- This is Sam.
We need a medic.
- Ms. Laura--
- It's okay, Ms. Laura.
- What the hell is going
on with all this screaming?
- ♪
- LAURA: [pants, whimpers]
- ♪
- ♪
♪ Feels like I'm
running out of time ♪
♪
♪ You gotta get yours,
I gotta get mine ♪
♪
♪ I'm not really sure
where we're headed to ♪
♪
♪ I just hope that
you make it when I do ♪♪
- Whoo.
That is quite sad.
Mm.
Is something wrong, dear?
- No, ma'am. My, uh--
my wife is fine.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- I was speaking...
to her.
- Priscilla?
- You're in your negligee
quite early in the day, ma'am.
- Yes, I just had an
incredibly hot bath.
Forgive me.
Heard all of the screaming
and, well, I was...concerned.
- I see.
Sam, isn't there something
that you need to be doing?
- I'll say.
- No, I'm fine here.
- No, Sam, go on.
I feel so uncomfortable
with you standing here
and I'm...dressed like this.
- Well, ma'am, I, uh...
- Yes, Sam.
You heard her.
- SAM: Well, I think--
- You should leave.
- Well--
- Leave.
I think the two of us need
to have a little girl talk.
- Mm.
- Well, ma'am, I--I think
it's best that I stay.
- Why is that?
Is there some threat here
that I'm not aware of?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Hm.
And who's that?
- SAM: There's some activity
outside the gates
on the south lawn that
we're concerned about, ma'am.
- Hm.
Are you sure it's
at the south lawn...
and not in the
residence kitchen?
- Yes.
I'm sure, ma'am.
- Okay, I see.
Well, perhaps I
should get dressed.
- Yes, ma'am. I...
I think that'll
be a good idea.
- I'll have tea in the
great hall, please.
- Yes, ma'am.
Right away.
- Where are we going?
- I told you, to
the country house.
- You know what?
- I know a lot of whats.
- Why is Victoria
so afraid of you?
- Well, darling, she
is smart, unlike you.
- [scoffs] You're a person.
What could you do to me?
- I could make your life
quite the difficult one.
- Yeah, well, no more
than it already is.
- Ah, darling, you have no idea.
- You are really, really creepy.
- Mm. And you are
really disrespectful.
- [chuckles]
Yeah, well, I get that way
when I'm being disrespected.
- Oh, pray tell, how is that?
- The hell do you mean?
- Language.
- What the hell do you mean?
- Okay.
- I'm being forced to
live in that prison.
- Prison?
- Yeah.
- MAUDE: [chuckles]
Darling...
I will show you prison.
- Why?
What are you gonna do?
You're gonna like torture me or
something?
- Yes, I may very well do that.
- Oh!
Go on, please tell me
how you're gonna do that.
- You want details?
- Yes.
- [laughs] Okay.
I'll tell you.
Since you are so disrespectful,
when this plane lands,
I have given them
clear instructions
on what to do with you.
- Yeah, okay.
- You want prison?
I will show you prison.
You want heartache?
Honey, by the time
I'm finished with you,
you will begging me to
please have mercy on you.
[chuckles]
I know how to
deal with your type.
This rebellion...
I know very
well how to deal with you.
- Okay.
We'll see about that.
- Yes, we will.
And you think that little
recorder is going to save you?
- What recording?
- Darling, I know that
you're recording me, dear.
Go right ahead.
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- MAUDE: Okay, very well then.
I will get you in line.
- I don't need to
be gotten in line.
That loser in the bathroom -- ?
That's who you need
to get in line.
- Is that what he's doing?
- Well, he's been in there
quite a long time.
What else do you think?
- Very well.
- How much longer are we
gonna be on this plane?
- Um...a-about
three more hours.
- [sighs]
This is so lame.
- NANCY: Good Lord,
I'm dropping all my stuff.
- [metal clanking]
- Really?
You're gonna try
to stay here, huh?
- Yes, I am.
This is my house too.
- Get out.
- I'm not leaving.
- I said...get out.
- What are you gonna do?
Drag me out?
- Nancy...
- You are not that kind of man.
- It's sad that you think
you know the kind of man I am.
- Sad? Why is it sad?
- Because I didn't know
the kind of woman you are.
- Richard--
- No, no, no, don't--don't--
don't "Richard" me.
I was out there
fighting in the war.
And the only thing that
kept me going was knowing
that you were here
waiting for me.
- I'm sorry.
- And you...were pregnant.
- It was a mistake.
- You was with some other man.
- Richard, I wasn't.
It was one time,
and I felt like hell.
- Who was it?
- I'm not gonna tell you that.
- Okay.
Then get out.
- I'm--I'm cooking for you.
- Damn it.
- Well, you need to eat dinner.
- I need you to leave!
- And I need to
take care of you!
- You need to leave!
- Richard! Richard!
You're gonna hurt yourself!
- Why are you not hearing me?
- I am not leaving my house!
- You wanna bet?
- I'm sorry.
I don't know how many ways
I can say that I'm sorry!
- I don't care how many ways.
You'll never be
sorry enough for me!
- ♪
- Then go on.
Go on and punish me.
But I'm gonna stay right here!
I'mma keep oviou.
- ♪
- Okay.
- I'm sorry.
- I, uh...
I canceled all of
your credit cards.
- ♪
- Okay, that's--that's fine.
- And I took every damn
dime out of the bank.
- Okay.
That's fine too.
- I know you wrote a
check to that funeral home.
- Oh, Richard.
- It's gonna bounce.
- Richard, you are not this man.
- You don't know the man I am
like I didn't know
the liar you are.
- They are not gonna bury
him without that money!
- Get it from his daddy.
- Richard!
- You heard me!
- [birds chirping]
- [door creaking]
- ♪
- [sighs]
Look, um, I know
it's not much, but...
- I like it.
- You do?
- Yeah.
- Okay, um...sorry
it isn't OAC, but...
- No, it's okay.
- Okay.
- Are you, um--are you
sure we weren't followed?
- I'm sure, Lilly.
- And no one knows
I'm here, right?
- Nobody knows, okay?
You have the Tracfone.
We got rid of the last one.
- Okay.
- There's no way anyone
can know we're here.
- You're right.
- All right?
- Yeah.
- You seem nervous.
Do you want to sit down?
- No, I'm just, um...
I'm, um...I'm just...
- Say it, Lilly.
- Um...
I'm trusting you a lot.
- Lilly, I got you, all right?
You're safe, okay?
- Thank you.
- No problem.
- [chair creaking]
- ♪
- What do we do now?
- What do you mean?
- ♪
- Well...
We can't stay here forever.
- Well, I was hoping we could.
- Okay, Bobby...
I have a career, all right?
- I know, I know.
Let's just...figure
this out one day at a time.
- Okay, look. That sounds
nice in theory, but--
- No buts.
We wanna stay 15 steps
ahead, all right?
It's okay not to have
all the answers at once.
- You're right.
- And besides, I know this isn't
the glamorous accommodations
you're used to, but--
- [snorts, laughs]
Boy, you don't know me.
- I have a feeling you haven't
been in a situation like this
in a while.
- Bobby, baby, I grew
up in Watts, remember?
- Wanna let me finish?
- Go ahead.
- I mean a situation like
this since you were young.
- Excuse me?
- Like a kid young, and...
- All right, well, look,
I've gone out camping before.
Plenty of times.
- Okay.
Well, let's consider
this a camping trip.
- Well, let's just hope
I'm not being hunted.
- Lilly, nothing is
gonna happen to you.
- Yeah, how can you
be so sure, huh?
- Because I'm always
ten steps ahead of him.
- You know, he said if
I file for a divorce,
he would make sure to erase me.
- Lilly, nothing is gonna happen
to you, okay? Just don't worry
about that.
You're safe. I promise.
- ♪
- We'll talk when we get home.
- ♪
- REPORTER LISA LOGAN:
The two shooting victims
have been identified
as Secret Service agents.
A male agent has survived
and is in the hospital.
We're trying to find out as
much information as we can.
The shooting happened
here at this store
right outside
of the capital city.
We were told by neighbors that
First Lady Victoria Franklin
has shopped here
at one occasion.
Word on the street is
there was a love triangle
going on between the three--
- You wanted to see
me, Mr. President?
- [indistinct reporting
continues]
- You take care of that?
- Yes, sir, I did.
- What's the press saying?
- That your new girl
tried to manage it.
- Good. What did she do?
- Well, she...gave up
her medical records.
Said that she was
on antidepressants
and uses illegal drugs.
Diane went low,
but your girl Ellie,
ooh, she went much lower.
- Nice. I like it.
- You see, I'm not so
sure about that, sir,
because Diane can
be very vicious.
- Well...as I've said,
she's your problem.
You brought her here.
- Yes, sir, that's because she's
really good at what she does.
- Ellie's very good
at what she does.
- I'm talking about
the job at hand, sir.
- I'm talking about
blow jobs, Donald.
Blow jobs.
- I know exactly what
you're talking about, sir.
- You gotta stay on
top of this, Donald.
- [indistinct reporting
continues]
- [switches off TV]
- Look, it's all over social.
- Oh...well, she is who
you wanted, right, sir?
- Are you -- kidding
me right now?
- No, not at all, sir.
- This bitch is your problem.
You're the one who hired her.
- I'm sorry, which bitch
is that exactly, sir?
- Oh, are you
being cute, Donald?
- No, sir, not at--
- Are you being cute?
Say "sir" again.
Say it again.
Be -- cute again.
I swear, Donald, this time,
I will fire you and, uh...
-- me.
- [sighing]
- I am so pissed
at the two of you.
- Well, you're always
pissed about something.
- Yeah, because of you.
God, you are so damn stupid.
- [sighs] What is it?
- You know what?
I will leave you
two lovebirds alone.
- No, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
So who were the agents?
- Excuse me, ma'am?
- Who were the agents who
were at that tramp's store?
- Ma'am, I have absolutely no
idea what you're talking about.
- You really wanna play me
as small
as that thing
you call a penis, do you?
- Just tell her, Donald,
before she bites it off.
She did that to me once.
She called it head.
- Tell me.
- Agent Yuma and Agent Max
were having an affair with her.
They got into a shootout
with each other at her store.
- Oh my god.
You've got to be kidding me.
- No, ma'am, I'm not.
- And what idiot do you
expect to believe that?
- You know what, ma'am?
We'll get it done.
- No, you--you--you--
- Victoria!
- What?
- It was working.
- You two are such -- .
What happens when Max
starts talking, hm?
- How's he going to do
that when he's dead?
- Um, he's not dead.
- What?
- He's in a hospital.
He survived.
- Donald--
- Sir, that's not
possible, okay?
- And these are the
people you trust?
- We have a firsthand witness
account that he was dead.
- Really?
- Yes.
- Where did you hear this?
- On the news.
- You trust those hacks
over our Secret Service?
- Look, Max is alive.
And when he starts talking,
there's gonna be a problem.
- Okay,
just--just--just--just--just--
Donald?
- DONALD: Do you know what, sir?
- Will you go get Kyle?
- Sir, I'll take
care of it right now.
- Yeah, get Kyle right now.
- Yes, sir.
- [sighing]
- Wow.
- Just go upstairs.
- I always knew you
were cold-blooded.
But that man has been
with us for eight years.
- Who's that?
- Yeah, okay.
- Why?
You wanna -- him too?
- Too?
- I heard you have a thing
for a man in a suit.
- Oh, no, dear.
I have a thing
for a man, period.
One who doesn't have everything
handed to him because he's you.
I can't believe you
care nothing for him.
- It was a business decision.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Where are you goin'?
- Um...I just gotta go home.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm--I'm just, um--
I'm just not feeling well.
- Here, let me drive you.
- No, no, I'm--I'm okay.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
- [sighs] Well, I'm
just glad you're alive.
I might not be too much longer.
- Well, what do you mean?
- You didn't hear?
- Hear what?
- I went into the press
room and I told it all.
- What did you talk about?
- All of it.
Him giving that
whore my job and--
- Okay, what whore?
- Listen, I--I really
shouldn't talk about this here.
- Okay.
- What do you know
about these two agents?
Their names are Max and Yuma.
- What about them?
- What do you know about them?
- I mean, they're good people.
- Was she?
- What do you mean, was she?
- She was killed.
- Yuma?
- Yeah.
And Max is in the hospital.
- What?
- Yeah, I--I have
to get there and see him
before they end my clearance.
- Okay, Diane, what--what
is going on?
- Look, I'm onto something.
And you and Sam are
the only ones I can trust.
- What is it?
- I'll tell you
everything, but not here.
But if something happens to me--
- Okay, stop.
- ♪
- What do you mean if
something happens to you?
- Cilla, not here. Okay?
I need to come to your house.
- Okay, well, I'm
on my way there now.
- Okay.
I'm gonna head to the hospital
and try to throw
my weight around a bit
before everybody finds out
that I'm as good
as dead in this town.
- ♪
- All right, well, I'll
see you at my house.
- Okay.
- ♪
- RUTH: Help! Help me!
- BARRY: Come on! No!
You are coming over there--
- RUTH: Help! Help me!
- OFFICER HERNDON:
What is going on?
Hey, hey!
- He kidnapped me!
- That is not--I didn't--
that is not true.
- Okay, just leave her alone.
Let her talk.
- Help me.
- She took my daughter.
- What?
- She is my daughter.
- No, she is my daughter.
I have custody.
- I have custody.
- Why are you lying right now?
- Everybody, just calm down.
Just calm down.
- No, man, lock her up!
- Hey!
Do you wanna go to jail?
- Yes. Take him to jail.
- Ruth, I swear to
god, you better--
- Okay, that's it.
Hands behind your back.
- Whoa! For what, man?
- You're about to get
arrested for resisting arrest.
- Okay, okay!
- You're gonna calm down?
- Yes, I'm calm.
- Now, tell me what's going on?
- He took me, and
grabbed me, and forced me--
- Stop lying.
- Hey, hey, hey!
I was talking to her.
- He grabbed me and
forced me into his car--
- That is not true. Stop lying!
- Hey! Hey!
What did I say?
- He forced me against my will.
That is kidnapping.
- No, kidnapping is
what you did to Callie!
- You have to arrest him.
- Did you force
her to come here?
Did you--
- She took my daughter!
- Yes, because I need
information on my daughter!
- That is kidnapping.
- No, how is that kidnapping
when I have custody
and she took her?
- I want him arrested.
- No!
You need to be arrested.
- I want to press charges.
- What the hell
are you gonna press--
- All right, hands
behind your back.
- Are you serious right now?
How are you gonna press
charges for bringing you
here, and you the
one took her, huh?
- I'm pressing charges.
- What the hell you gonna
press charges for, Ruth?
Ruth, where's Callie at?
Tell--
Don't--come on, man! You really
arresting me right now?
- Right now!
- Yo!
- Let's go!
- Ruth--she did it!
Stop! How you--
She took my daughter!
- Thanks. Come again.
- Sharon? Sharon?
Wait--wait a second, Sharon.
You see all these
upgrades we're getting
with the insurance payout?
It's incredible.
You don't stop me,
I'mma end up spending
all the money in one day.
Hold on a second,
Sharon, listen.
- I can't do drama today.
- All right, I mean, you're
kind of doing drama every day
with Barry, that's
kind of his MO.
- Don't start.
- Okay.
I just wanna say I'm sorry
for...being such an asshole.
- Okay, I'll put that in my
pocket with all the other sorrys
I don't give a damn about.
- Fair enough.
- Yeah.
- I was just...upset
about all of this.
- We all are.
- And about you being with him.
- I hear you. Thank you.
Now, you wanna
go...do some work?
- But I started to think...
why would she stay with him?
- Because I love him?
- No, no, no.
Because--'cause it
hit me, Sharon, um...
Are you okay?
- What do you mean?
- I mean you've been
sitting down a lot.
- Yeah, I'm just tired
of all this shit.
- Well, how tired?
- What do you mean?
I'm tired.
- Are you sleeping at night?
You know what I mean.
- No, Kareem, I don't
know what you mean.
You're acting like
I'm up all night.
- No, I'm just--
Are you having trouble sleeping?
- I sleep fine.
- Why are you
being so defensive?
- Why are you asking me
about how I'm sleeping?
- Okay, uh, you know I've been
working here since I was a kid,
right?
- Mm-hmm.
- And I've seen this
with lots of women.
They come in here,
and they all end up
in the middle of aisle three.
- Aisle three?
- I'll pay for it if
you want to take it.
- Wait, hold up, wait.
You--you think I'm pregnant?
- Why else would
you be with him?
- I'm not.
You need to stop, all right?
Why would you think
that in the first place?
- Other than the bathroom
breaks every five seconds?
Sitting down constantly?
Almost fainting?
- I'm--I'm not pregnant.
- I hope not.
- Oh, well, don't worry.
If I was, it's
no way it's yours.
- I just meant I
hope it's not his.
- Well, it couldn't be yours.
Not enough time has
passed, all right?
- Sharon, if you are, it's
gonna--it's gonna make me crazy.
I only want you to
have a kid with me.
- You have a kid.
- Not with the woman I love.
- [scoffs]
- I wanna have a child
with you, Sharon.
- Oh, okay, look, um,
let's not do this today.
As a matter of fact, I think
you need to hire someone else.
- [laughs] You gonna quit?
- No, I'm not going to quit.
But I think that you should
so we don't have to do this.
We don't have to work
this close together.
- You serious?
- Very serious.
- All right, fine,
I'll--I'll put an ad up.
- Thank you.
- A matter of fact,
we'll start right now.
I'll just stay back there.
You...deal with up front.
- I have to finish helping
you with the prescriptions.
- No, it's fine. I got it.
- All right, now you're
just being an ass.
- Well, your head is up yours,
so what's it matter now?
- I'll--
- Yup.
- --be up front.
- Yup.
- ♪
- Oh god.
[sighs] Oh god, I
hope you're wrong.
- ♪
- [crickets chirping]
- It's the White House line.
- Who is it?
- Hello?
- DIANE: Bobby?
- Diane?
- Yeah.
- Why are you calling me?
- Did you read the
article I sent you?
- DIANE: Okay, so you know
that I'm out of there.
- What is it?
- I have an agent that
I need to get to safety.
- BOBBY: What are
you talking about?
- He's the one witness
that can bring down
this entire administration.
- What?
- DIANE: Look, I'll tell
you everything later.
Right now I just need
to get him out of the hospital
into a safe place.
Where's Potts?
- BOBBY: He's around.
- So can you help me?
- Is this real?
- DIANE: Yes.
- Okay.
Then I'll need your help too.
- Great.
You help me, and I will
give you anything you need.
- Done.
- Meet me at
St. Rhodes Hospital.
- I'm on the way.
[sighs]
- Bobby, what was that about?
- It's an ally.
- Okay, well, what's going on?
- She just needs some help,
Lilly.
- She?
- Lilly.
- Look, I'm sorry, all right?
- Look, I need to
help Diane, all right?
She may have some information
to make this make sense.
- Bobby, I, um--
I need to tell you something.
- What?
- You know what? Never mind.
Just, um--
- Lilly, tell me.
- Just go.
- Tell me.
- I overheard something
that I think is really bad.
- What?
- Bobby, can I trust you?
- We've been over that.
- All right.
- ♪
- I heard that the
president killed someone.
- What?
- Yeah.
- You're in more
danger than I thought.
- You think so?
- Yeah.
See, first I thought it was
about Kyle and--and the divorce.
But I had no idea you heard it.
[sighs]
- ♪
- Take this.
I know you know how to use it.
Nobody knows we're here.
So if anybody comes through
that door that isn't me,
you shoot first.
You got me?
- All right.
- You have an agent
here I need to see.
His name is Max Carter.
- And who are you?
- Someone important.
- Are you family?
- No, I'm with the White House.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- How is he?
- Oh, he's stable.
- Is he gonna make it?
- Looks that way.
- Is he able to speak?
- Yes, he is, but, uh,
he's gonna be in and out
of consciousness.
- Hm. Do you mind if
I try speaking to him?
- Sure.
Right this way.
- Thank you.
- You know, he is one
hell of a fighter.
- Is that so?
- Yes.
- Was he wearing a vest?
- Yes.
- Well, where is it?
- We have it.
The rounds hit center mass.
- Wow, how is he even alive?
- He had a metal
plate on his chest.
- Under his vest?
- Yeah.
- It sounds like he knew
what he was walking into.
- Although the bullets
didn't get through,
metal from the
plate went through.
- How much danger is he in?
- He's stable, but we had to
remove fragments of metal
from his chest in surgery.
We were able to get most of it.
But some of the fragments
were just centimeters
from his vital organs.
- Mm. Thank you.
- Sure.
- Where is he?
- He's right in here.
- Is there no one at his door?
- Uh, what do you mean?
- Security agents?
- No, ma'am.
- [scoffs] Wow.
- Should we have
security on him?
- Yes, you should.
- Are we in some
form of danger here?
- Would you mind just
doing it, please?
- Sure.
- Thank you.
- He's right in there.
- Thank you.
- ♪
- Max, can you hear me?
Max, my name is Diane Wilmont.
I'm here to help you.
Can you hear me?
I know you weren't having
an affair with that girl.
I know the president
was with her,
and they are completely
trying to use you
as a cover story.
But, Max, they had no idea that
you were gonna survive this.
That's why I've gotta
get you out of here.
Max, if you can hear me,
I need you to trust me.
- ♪
- You were in there a long time.
- I'm constipated.
- Don't be disgusting.
- Well, it took a long time.
- Sure it did, Jason.
If I go into that bathroom
and find any sign
that you have been
doing something perverted...
you're gonna be in big trouble.
- I wasn't doing
anything perverted.
My stomach's in knots.
- Why?
Are you nervous about something?
- No.
- What is it?
Tell me, what?
- I said nothing's going on.
I'm fine.
- Okay.
Suit yourself.
Lie to me.
- I'm not lying.
- ♪
- I need to go back.
- That's not happening.
- I need to clean my room.
- Clean your room?
Jason, darling...you
don't look the type.
- Grandma...
- What is it, son?
Speak.
- You won't understand.
- I won't and I don't
unless you tell me.
- Well...they clean my
room every day, okay?
I left something
in there that I--
- Oh, Jason!
Whatever you left in
that room, darling,
we will have plenty
of at the cabin.
- Look, I said...
I need to go back.
- Sit down, boy.
- No, you're not
listening to me.
- And you are not
listening either.
- I'll open that
emergency window.
- Jason.
- I'll kill us all.
- You sit down now.
- Look, demons do tremble.
- What are you talking about?
- You scared of me?
- Darling, I'm
not afraid of you.
- Turn this plane around.
- They won't.
Now you listen to me.
You are not going back.
[sighs]
- How long will I be here?
- Ah!
As long as it takes.
- You better take me back.
- Jason, now...
You have a problem.
And I have the
doctor to help you.
- No--
- No, no, no!
You have a very serious problem.
You're in need of
some serious therapy.
- No, what I need
is to go back home.
- And you think threatening
to open that door is--
are you stupid?
- Stupid?
- Put your seatbelt on.
I swear,
your mother was on something
when she was pregnant with you.
This is horrible.
Just horrible!
[sighs]
- You know, Grandma...
if there's an emergency on
board, we'll have to land.
- Darling, we don't have
an emergency, now, do we?
- Yes, we do.
How are you feeling, Grandma?
- Jason...
- You stupid bitch.
- Jason!
- You're a bitch.
She was sweet and beautiful.
And I killed her.
But you should've died.
- Jason, what are
you talking about?
- She was so pretty.
I killed her, and I
put her under my bed.
But it should've been you.
- Who's under your bed?
- [sighs]
The maid.
- That's it!
That's enough out of you!
[sighs] Jesus.
As soon as this plane lands,
you're going to the doctor and
you're going to be committed.
This is insane.
Fasten your seatbelt.
- ♪
- [yelps]
- DIANE: Next, on "The Oval"--
- That is a lie.
If I go down, I am taking
everyone down with me.
- I'll need a new detail leader.
And I want that to be you.
- Can I get back
to you about that?
- Did you get it done?
- No. He was moved.
- Man, who is that?
- What is your plan,
Ms. Press Secretary?
- Diane, this is a mess, okay?
You've opened up a
can of worms here.
- Well, that's exactly
what I intended to do.
- I'm sorry!
- Get out of this damn house!
- ♪
- ♪