MAN: VICTORIA--
VICTORIA: WILL YOU STOP FOLLOWING ME?
MAN: TALK TO ME.
I SAID...
TALK TO ME.
VICTORIA: LET ME GO.
MAN: NOT UNTIL WE TALK.
VICTORIA: DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?
I SAID, LET ME GO.
MAN: NO.
VICTORIA: I WILL SCREAM.
MAN: GO AHEAD. NO ONE WILL BELIEVE YOU.
- PTOO! - OH! OH!
- OH! - YOU--UH!
VICTORIA: NO! NO! OH...
MAN: OH...
OH...
VICTORIA: I TOLD YOU NEVER TO HIT ME AGAIN.
MAN: I'M SORRY.
VICTORIA: NO, YOU'RE NOT.
MAN: I'M SORRY. HA HA!
VICTORIA: YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?
MAN: OHH!
OH! UH! OH!
UH! UH! OW!
UH! UH!
UH...HYAH!
VICTORIA: OH, NO! GET-- GET OFF ME!
MAN: OW!
OH...
UH! UH! RRGH!
YES?
DIFFERENT MAN: MR. PRESIDENT, WE SHOULD REALLY GET MOVING, SIR.
MAN: KNOW WHAT I NEED, MAX?
MAX: YES, SIR.
VICTORIA: WE'RE GONNA NEED HAIR AND MAKEUP.
MAX: YES, MA'AM.
MAN: OHH...
DIFFERENT MAN: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
THE PRESIDENT AND FIRST LADY.
DIFFERENT MAN: ♪ FEELS LIKE I'M RUNNING OUT OF TIME ♪
♪ YOU GOT TO GET YOURS, I GOT TO GET MINE ♪
[PISTOL IS ARMED]
♪ NOT REALLY SURE WHERE WE'RE HEADED TO ♪
♪ I JUST HOPE THAT YOU MAKE IT WHEN I DO... ♪
WOMAN: OH, DAMN.
LEMON: WELL, THIS IS THE FIRST INTERRACIAL COUPLE
IN THE WHITE HOUSE.
THEY COME FROM THE HIGH-SOCIETY ELITE IN AMERICA.
RYAN: WELL, DON, THE EXCITEMENT CAN BE FELT
IN BOTH BLUE AND RED STATES.
LEMON: YEAH. I'M GLAD TO SEE THAT THIS COUNTRY
CAN BE SOMEWHAT UNITED BY ELECTING A WHITE PRESIDENT
WHO'S MARRIED TO AN AFRICAN AMERICAN WOMAN.
WOMAN: I KNOW THAT'S RIGHT. MM, GOD BLESS AMERICA.
HEY, BABY, WHAT YOU DOING?
GIRL: WHERE'S MY DADDY?
WOMAN: I DON'T KNOW. COME ON. COME ON.
LET'S GO WASH YOUR HANDS AND GET READY FOR DINNER.
LET ME FIND YOUR DADDY.
[BOTH PANTING]
WOMAN: MM!
[KNOCKS ON DOOR]
MAN: YEAH?
WOMAN: YOUR BABY DOWNSTAIRS. SHE WANT TO SEE Y'ALL.
MAN: OHH...
OK, MA. WE'LL BE RIGHT DOWN.
WOMAN: MM-HMM. HURRY UP.
DIFFERENT WOMAN: SEE, WE NEED OUR OWN PLACE.
WOMAN: I COULDN'T AGREE MORE.
- MA! - I'M JUST SAYING.
WOMAN: I KNOW, DON. I'M TRYING. I'M TRYING, OK?
DON: NO. DON'T. YOU'RE NOT GONNA MAKE IT.
WOMAN: I'M AT THE AIRPORT NOW.
DON: YEAH, BUT THERE ARE A LINE OF STORMS
BETWEEN HERE AND THERE, AND THEY'RE HEADED THIS WAY.
WOMAN: OK. LOOK. I'LL BE THERE. I'LL BE THERE. DON'T WORRY.
DON: YOU KNOW WHAT? I KNEW YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE GONE.
I KNEW IT.
WOMAN: HEY, HONEY, SHE WAS HAVING A MELTDOWN
ABOUT THE DRESS.
I HAD TO GO. I DIDN'T WANT TO LOSE HER AS A CLIENT.
DON: YOU KNOW WHAT? I CAN'T WITH YOU RIGHT NOW.
YOU UNDERSTAND?
WOMAN: OK. LOOK, BABY.
I KNOW YOU'RE STRESSED, BUT I'M ON THE WAY.
DON: BUT YOU WON'T MAKE IT IN TIME TO GET CHANGED.
WOMAN: I WILL. LOOK.
I'LL DO MY HAIR AND MAKEUP ON THE PLANE.
ALICIA'S GONNA MEET ME WITH THE DRESS, SO I WILL.
DON: HURRY.
WOMAN: I WILL, HONEY. DON'T WORRY, OK?
DON: [EXHALES]
- IS SHE GONNA MAKE IT? - SHE BETTER.
DON: IS EVERYTHING READY?
WOMAN: YES, EVERYTHING EXCEPT FOR HIS PERSONAL OFFICE BOXES,
AND THEY ARE IN THE HEAD BUTLER'S CARE.
DON: OK. HAS EVERYTHING BEEN MOVED OUT OF THE OVAL?
WOMAN: YES, SIR, AND, RESPECTFULLY,
THESE PEOPLE, THEY'RE CAPABLE.
THEY'VE BEEN DOING IT MANY YEARS.
DON: OK. THAT IS GREAT. WHAT ABOUT THE KIDS' ROOMS?
WOMAN: DONE.
DON: AND WHO'S HANDLING HIS PERSONAL OFFICE?
WOMAN: RICHARD.
SIR, THIS IS RICHARD, OUR HEAD BUTLER.
WOMAN: RICHARD, THIS IS DONALD WINTHROP,
OUR CHIEF OF STAFF.
- HELLO, SIR. - HELLO.
DON: YOU'LL BE HANDLING HIS PERSONAL OFFICE?
RICHARD: YES, SIR. THE MOVERS HERE--
DON: NO. NO. NO MOVERS.
I NEED YOU TO HANDLE THIS ALONE. YOU UNDERSTAND?
HIGHLY SENSITIVE MATERIALS WE'RE DEALING WITH.
RICHARD: YES, SIR. I WILL.
DON: THANK YOU. OHH...
THINK IT'S ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO MOVE ONE PRESIDENT
OUT OF THE WHITE HOUSE AND ANOTHER ONE IN
WITHIN A MATTER OF HOURS.
WOMAN: YES, SIR.
RICHARD: WE'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR YEARS.
DON: HOW LONG YOU BEEN WORKING HERE, RICHARD?
RICHARD: IT'S MY THIRD ADMINISTRATION, SIR.
WOMAN: AND HE HAS BEEN AMAZING.
DON: OH. WE COULDN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU.
RICHARD: THANK YOU, SIR.
WOMAN: SIR, YOU SHOULD BE GETTING TO THE MOTORCADE.
DON: YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.
WOMAN: YEAH. WE HAVE IT ALL COVERED HERE, I PROMISE.
DON: THANK YOU. ALL RIGHT. THANK ALL OF YOU.
[EXHALES]
WOMAN: HE WORRIES. I'M GLAD WE HAVE YOU.
RICHARD: THANK YOU, MA'AM.
[EXHALES]
WOMAN: HAVE YOU SEEN ALL THESE BOXES...
RICHARD: YES.
WOMAN: THAT'S IN THIS ROOM,
AND THEY WANT YOU TO DO THIS BY YOURSELF?
- WELL-- - YOU KNOW YOUR BACK.
- HEY, I GOT IT. - NO. YOU DON'T.
RICHARD: HEY, JUST MAKE SURE YOU HAVE THE MEALS READY.
WOMAN: I'VE GOT IT, BUT THIS JUST SEEMS LIKE A BIT MUCH.
RICHARD: YEAH. WELL, LET'S NOT JUDGE THEM TOO SOON.
WOMAN: DO YOU THINK THEY'RE ANYTHING LIKE THE OBAMAS?
- WE SHOULD BE SO LUCKY. - UGH, I KNOW.
WOMAN: I KNOW WE'RE SUPPOSED TO SERVE AT THE PLEASURE
AT THE HAND OF THE PRESIDENT...
- YES. - BUT I LOVED THE OBAMAS...
- YES. - I MEAN, JUST SO MUCH CLASS...
RICHARD: I KNOW. I KNOW.
WOMAN: AND NO DRAMA, NO HASSLE,
JUST GOOD, SALT-OF-THE-EARTH PEOPLE.
OH...
RICHARD: WELL, I'M SURE THESE WILL BE THE SAME.
WOMAN: OH...YEAH. I DON'T THINK SO.
RICHARD: AND WHY NOT?
WOMAN: HAVE YOU SEEN THE REQUESTS SHE'S PUT IN?
IT'S NO STARCH. IT'S NO SALT.
IT'S NO SUGAR. IT'S NO WHITE FLOURS.
IT'S ONLY ORGANIC MEALS,
AND SHE WROTE TWO PAGES OF DON'Ts FOR HER DAUGHTER,
AND HAVE YOU SEEN THE LIST OF DEMANDS
THAT SHE GAVE TO SHERRY IN HOUSEKEEPING?
[SCOFFS]
ALL I CAN SAY IS DIVA.
RICHARD: HEH. WHAT ABOUT HIM?
WOMAN: SHE DIDN'T LEAVE ANY REQUESTS FOR HIM.
RICHARD: THERE YOU GO. MAYBE HE'S NOT SO COMPLICATED.
WOMAN: MM. I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THAT.
I DON'T HAVE A GOOD FEELING ABOUT THESE PEOPLE.
WOMAN: UH, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. YOU ARE NOT HAVING CEREAL.
- PLEASE, GRANDMA? - NO.
WOMAN: YOU'RE HAVING A HOT MEAL FOR DINNER.
GIRL: WELL, GRANDPA AND MY DADDY GIVE ME CEREAL.
WOMAN: OH, WELL, YOU WAIT TILL I TALK TO THEM BOTH.
GIRL: PLEASE?
WOMAN: HA! THAT CUTE FACE IS NOT GONNA WORK WITH ME, YOUNG LADY.
MAN: WHAT'S UP?
GIRL: DADDY, CAN I HAVE CEREAL?
MAN: UH, NO, BABY, NOT THIS TIME.
GIRL: YOU GAVE IT TO ME FOR DINNER BEFORE.
WOMAN: WE TOLD YOU SHE WOULD BUST YOU.
DIFFERENT WOMAN: SHE ALREADY TOLD.
WOMAN: MISS NANCY, YOU NEED SOME HELP WITH DINNER?
NANCY: OH, NO, BABY.
YOU NEED TO GO SOMEWHERE AND WASH YOUR HANDS, DON'T YOU?
WOMAN: I DID WASH MY HANDS, AND I SHOWERED.
NANCY: YOU STILL NEED TO WASH THEM SHEETS.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
WHO IS IT? OOH. HEY.
RICHARD: HEY, BABY.
NANCY: HEY, HONEY, WHAT ARE THEY LIKE?
RICHARD: UH, THEY HAVEN'T ARRIVED YET.
NANCY: OH, LOOK, HONEY. TELL ME EVERYTHING.
RICHARD: HA HA! YOU KNOW I DON'T DO THAT.
- I KNOW... - YEAH.
NANCY: AND I KNOW YOU'RE ON YOUR WORK PHONE.
RICHARD: YEAH. THEN STOP IT.
NANCY: ALL RIGHT. ALL RIGHT.
- IS BARRY THERE? - OH, YEAH. YEAH.
NANCY: HEY, BARRY, IT'S YOUR DADDY.
HERE YOU GO.
BARRY: YO, DAD.
RICHARD: HEY, SON, LISTEN. I NEED YOUR HELP HERE.
WE'RE A LITTLE BEHIND HERE WITH THE MOVE.
- CAN YOU COME OVER? - YES, SIR.
RICHARD: OK. COME RIGHT OVER, PLEASE.
BARRY: ALL RIGHT. I'M ON MY WAY.
RICHARD: ALL RIGHT. BRING YOUR I.D. AND YOUR CLEARANCE FORMS.
- YES, SIR. - ALL RIGHT.
NANCY: OOH, LORD.
WOMAN: WHAT?
NANCY: [WHISPERS] Her mama.
BARRY: GOT TO GO HELP MY FATHER.
WOMAN: OK, BUT...
[MOUTHS] SHE'S OUTSIDE.
- JUST HANDLE IT. - OK.
WOMAN: I'LL SEE YOU WHEN I GET OFF WORK?
- YES, MA'AM. - ALL RIGHT.
- LOVE YOU. - I LOVE YOU, TOO.
BARRY: CALLIE, I'LL SEE YOU LATER. LOVE YOU.
MAMA, SEE YOU LATER.
NANCY: ALL RIGHT. LOVE YOU, SON.
BARRY: LOVE YOU, TOO.
CALLIE: OH. HA HA HA!
BARRY: WHAT DO YOU WANT?
WOMAN: RAUKU KAMOSA, MY BROTHER.
BARRY: RUTH, DON'T YOU COME AROUND HERE WITH THAT CULT SHIT.
RUTH: IT'S NOT CULT STUFF, AND YOU SHOULD WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE.
THE RAUKU IS ALWAYS WATCHING.
BARRY: OK, AND SO IS THE CUCKOO BECAUSE YOU ARE CUCKOO AS HELL.
RUTH: BARRY--
BARRY: I DON'T KNOW HOW I GOT CAUGHT UP
WITH YOUR CRAZY ASS, YO.
RUTH: YOUR EVIL WORDS WILL NOT STOP ME.
I WANT TO SEE MY DAUGHTER.
BARRY: HA! THAT'S NOT HAPPENING.
RUTH: YOU CAN'T KEEP ME FROM HER.
BARRY: I HAVE CUSTODY, AND EVERY TIME YOU COME AROUND HERE,
YOU JUST UPSET HER, SO--
RUTH: I JUST WANT TO TALK TO HER.
BARRY: HOW YOU GONNA TALK TO HER?
YOU'RE NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO SEE HER.
RUTH: SHE IS MY DAUGHTER, AND THE HIGHEST SAID--
BARRY: THE HIGHEST? WHAT THE HELL?
THE HELL WITH THE HIGHEST. WHO THE HELL--
RUTH: DON'T YOU TALK ABOUT IT.
HE IS THE PROPHET OF GOD, AND WHEN YOU CURSE HIM,
YOU CURSE YOURSELF.
BARRY: LOOK. CAN YOU LEAVE, PLEASE, BEFORE SHE HEARS YOU?
RUTH: I WANT HER TO HEAR ME.
BARRY: RUTH, I AM TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW, LEAVE.
RUTH: THE HIGHEST SAID THAT I WILL HAVE MY DAUGHTER...
BARRY: WELL, YOU CAN TELL THE HIGHEST THAT HE CAN TAKE
HIS ASS TO COURT IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER.
RUTH: CALLIE? CALLIE? CALLIE?
BARRY: RUTH, RUTH, GET YOUR ASS FROM AROUND HERE.
RUTH, I AM TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW, LEAVE.
- TOUCH ME... - HEY, STOP IT.
RUTH: AND YOU WILL GO TO JAIL.
- STOP IT. WHAT-- - MA, SHE--
RUTH: MISS NANCY, I WANT TO SEE MY DAUGHTER.
BARRY: YOU'RE NOT SEEING ANYBODY.
- GET YOUR ASS FROM OUT OF HERE. - BARRY, GO ON.
NANCY: GO ON AND WATCH YOUR MOUTH.
BARRY: YOU'RE NOT SEEING HER.
NANCY: OH...HEY--
- SO HE'S WITH HER? - RUTH--
- WHY IS SHE IN YOUR HOUSE? - RUTH, HONEY...
RUTH: IS SHE WITH MY DAUGHTER?
NANCY: LISTEN TO ME. YOU LOVE HER, RIGHT?
THEN YOU OUGHT TO KNOW THIS IS NOT DOING HER ANY GOOD.
RUTH: BUT I MISS HER. PLEASE.
NANCY: I UNDERSTAND THAT, SWEETIE,
BUT THIS IS NOT THE WAY TO DO IT.
RUTH: PLEASE, MISS NANCY, PLEASE.
THIS IS MY DAUGHTER. THIS IS MY CHILD. MY HEART HURTS.
- OK. LISTEN. - HE JUST TOOK HER. HE JUST--
NANCY: LISTEN, LISTEN.
I WILL HELP YOU TO SEE HER, BUT NOT NOW.
LET ME JUST TALK TO BARRY.
RUTH: HE'S NOT GONNA LET ME SEE HER, MISS NANCY.
YOU KNOW THIS IS NOT RIGHT.
NANCY: RUTH, JUST LET ME TRY. YOU KNOW I'M NOT A LIAR, RIGHT?
I WILL TRY. I'LL CALL YOU, OK?
RUTH: OK.
NANCY: OK. GO ON HOME.
- OK. - JUST GO ON.
RUTH: OK.
NANCY: I'LL CALL YOU. GO ON.
RUTH: PLEASE, PLEASE CALL ME.
- GO ON. - PLEASE.
NANCY: YES. I WILL.
I WILL.
RUTH: ♪ BRING THE LITTLE CHILDREN TO ME ♪
♪ BRING THE LITTLE CHILDREN TO ME ♪
CALLIE: WAS THAT MY MOM?
WOMAN: UH, CALLIE, LET'S JUST-- LET'S COLOR, OK?
NANCY: COME ON, BABY.
CALLIE: WAS THAT HER? WAS THAT MY MOM?
I REALLY WANT TO SEE HER, GRANDMA. I MISS HER.
NANCY: COME ON, BABY.
MAYBE YOU CAN HAVE THAT CEREAL, AFTER ALL. HA HA.
DON: TEXT ME AS SOON AS YOU'RE TAKING OFF.
[BEEP]
DID YOU HEAR THAT?
MAX: NO, SIR. I DID NOT.
DON: GOOD.
YOU'RE GONNA BE REALLY GOOD AT THIS JOB.
MAX: THANK YOU, SIR.
DON: I'M GIVING THEM 5 MINUTES, AND THEN I'M GOING IN.
- COPY THAT, SIR. - YEAH.
DON: [EXHALES]
RICHARD: NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NOT THESE.
I GOT THIS. THANK YOU. ALL RIGHT.
[SIGHS]
MAN: MR. HALLSEN...
RICHARD: YES?
MAN: DO YOU KNOW THIS MAN?
RICHARD: I'M AFRAID NOT.
BARRY: HA! OH, REALLY DAD? AND FOR REAL, SAM?
THAT'S HOW WE'RE DOING TONIGHT? Y'ALL ARE FUNNY.
- CAN NEVER BE TOO CAREFUL. - YEAH. THANKS, SAM.
- ALL RIGHT. - I'LL SEE YOU ON THE COURT.
- YES, SIR. - WHAT'S UP, DAD?
RICHARD: AH, THESE BOXES.
BARRY: DAD--
RICHARD: YEAH. I KNOW. I TRIED TO MOVE THEM.
BARRY: NO. THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.
YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE STRAINING YOUR BACK.
RICHARD: WELL, THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE HERE FOR.
BARRY: AH. YOUR WIFE WILL HAVE A FIT.
RICHARD: YEAH? WELL, SHE'S NOT GONNA KNOW.
NOW, CAN YOU JUST HELP ME GET THESE UP THE STAIRS?
BARRY: YES, SIR. ALL THESE MOVERS ARE HERE, THOUGH.
WHY DON'T YOU HAVE THEM DO IT?
RICHARD: WELL, THIS IS HIS PERSONAL THINGS.
- I COULDN'T TRUST THEM. - ALL RIGHT.
WOMAN: HEY, HANDSOME, I THOUGHT I HEARD YOU.
RICHARD: WOMAN, COULD YOU BE ANY MORE NOSY?
WOMAN: I'LL GET YOUR DADDY.
BARRY: WHAT'S UP, MISS CILLA? HOW YOU DOING?
CILLA: HOW YOU DOING? I'M DOING GOOD. MWAH.
TELL YOUR MAMA I'LL BE BY THERE ON FRIDAY.
BARRY: YES, MA'AM.
RICHARD: AH, BOY, COME ON.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
BARRY: OH, THIS IS MINE RIGHT HERE.
- ALL RIGHT. - HELLO?
NANCY: UH, BARRY, I WANT TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT RUTH.
- MA-- - LISTEN.
NANCY: SHE REALLY NEEDS TO BE ABLE TO SEE HER...
- MAMA-- - BUT LISTEN...
NANCY: I CAN SIT WITH HER.
I MEAN, I THINK IT WOULD BE GOOD FOR HER TO SEE HER.
BARRY: WHO ARE YOU CONCERNED ABOUT HERE, MA, RUTH OR CALLIE?
NANCY: BARRY--
BARRY: YOU KNOW THAT SHE LEFT HER IN THAT CRACK HOUSE, RIGHT?
NANCY: HONEY, I KNOW.
BARRY: AND NOW SHE'S IN THAT DAMN CULT.
NANCY: BUT SHE'S DOING BETTER.
BARRY: MA, SHE TRADED ONE DRUG FOR ANOTHER.
THAT IS NOT DOING BETTER.
NANCY: WELL, WHAT IF SHE BRINGS HER TWIN SISTER WITH HER?
BARRY: I DO NOT WANT HER TO SEE HER.
- DO YOU UNDERSTAND? - YES.
BARRY: OK. THANK YOU. LOOK.
DADDY IS WAITING FOR ME, SO I GOT TO GO.
- WELL, GO ON. - ALL RIGHT. TALK TO YOU LATER.
NANCY: BYE.
CALLIE, BABY, COME HERE.
MM.
YOU REALLY WANT TO SEE YOUR MAMA?
CALLIE: YES. I MISS HER.
- YOU DO? - YEAH.
- HMM. - IS SHE HERE?
NANCY: NO, BABY.
YOU JUST GO ON AND PLAY, OK?
- OK. - GO ON.
[TELEPHONE LINE RINGING]
- HELLO? - RUTH...
RUTH: YES.
NANCY: LISTEN. I SPOKE TO BARRY.
RUTH: I KNOW. HE WON'T LET ME SEE HER.
- YEAH. WELL-- - I TOLD YOU.
NANCY: BABY, YOU GOT TO UNDERSTAND THAT HE'S TR--
RUTH: BUT, NANCY, YOU KNOW WHAT MY ADDICTION COUNSELOR SAID?
SHE SAID THAT IT WOULD HELP ME TO SEE MY DAUGHTER.
- WELL, BABY, I-- - PLEASE. PLEASE.
NANCY: [SIGHS]
LISTEN. COME TO MY HOUSE AT 9:00.
YOU CAN STAY HERE FOR ONE HOUR UNTIL BARRY GETS BACK.
- DO YOU UNDERSTAND? - YES, MA'AM.
RUTH: THANK YOU. THANK YOU SO MUCH.
NANCY: OK.
[BEEP]
OH, JESUS, I HOPE I'M DOING THE RIGHT THING.
OHH...
WOMAN: YEAH. THIS IS THE ONLY FLIGHT I COULD FIND, HONEY.
I'M ON MY WAY, OK?
- OK. - HI.
- HI. EXCUSE ME. - YES?
WOMAN: I REALLY NEED TO GET TO D.C.,
AND I'M BEING TOLD THAT THERE'S SOME KIND OF WEATHER.
DIFFERENT WOMAN: I WILL CHECK WITH THE CAPTAIN.
WOMAN: OK. THANK YOU.
MAN: LITTLE STRESSED?
WOMAN: UH, EXCUSE ME?
MAN: UH, THE WEATHER.
WOMAN: OH. YES.
MAN: I'M BOBBY.
WOMAN: UH, LILLY.
BOBBY: NICE TO MEET YOU.
LILLY: YOU, TOO.
BOBBY: EXCUSE ME.
WOMAN: YES?
BOBBY: COULD I HAVE A BOURBON, PLEASE,
AND I THINK THE LADY MAY NEED SOMETHING, TOO.
LILLY: OH, NO. THE LADY'S FINE. THANK YOU.
- YOU SURE? - YES.
BOBBY: OK. THANK YOU.
WOMAN: WE HAVE A PROBLEM. DON: WHAT IS IT, THE DAUGHTER?
WOMAN: HOW DID YOU KNOW?
DON: IT'S OK.
WOMAN: WHAT SHALL WE DO? HER MOTHER WANTED TO KNOW.
- TELL HER. - YES, SIR.
[KNOCKS ON DOOR]
WOMAN: MRS. FRANKLIN, I'M SORRY.
I'M SORRY. MS. FRANKLIN?
- WE'RE ALMOST READY. - GOOD.
WOMAN: IT'S YOUR DAUGHTER.
VICTORIA: WHAT ABOUT HER?
WOMAN: REFUSING TO GET DRESSED, MA'AM.
- WHERE IS SHE? - DOWN THE HALL, MA'AM.
HUNTER: OH, DO I NEED TO GO DOWN THERE?
VICTORIA: NO, DARLING. I'LL GO.
WOMAN: SIR.
- MA'AM. - I'LL BE RIGHT BACK.
MAN: HEY, LISTEN. YOU SHOULD REALLY GET DRESSED.
WOMAN: SHUT UP.
- THANK YOU, YUMA. - MM.
VICTORIA: GAYLE.
GAYLE: WHY CAN'T HE COME?
VICTORIA: HE'S NOT INVITED.
GAYLE: HE'S MY BOYFRIEND.
VICTORIA: YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THAT PERSON.
GAYLE: I WANT HIM TO COME.
VICTORIA: NO.
GAYLE: WHY IS HE NOT GOOD ENOUGH?
VICTORIA: GAYLE, THAT BOY IS NOT COMING TO THIS INAUGURATION.
NOW, GET DRESSED.
YOU'RE DISTRACTING ME AND YOUR FATHER.
GAYLE: TO HELL WITH MY FATHER.
VICTORIA: IS THAT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT?
GAYLE: NO. THIS IS ABOUT LEON SHOULD BE HERE.
VICTORIA: YOU MEAN PICKY THE DRUG DEALER.
THAT BOY IS GUTTER TRASH
WITH A RECORD LONGER THAN MY TRAIN.
WE WILL NOT ALLOW HIM.
GAYLE: YOU KNOW WHAT?
VICTORIA: NO. TELL ME. PLEASE TELL ME.
MAN: MOM--
VICTORIA: SON, THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU.
THIS IS ABOUT YOUR SISTER.
NOW WILL YOU PLEASE GO AND GET DRESSED?
[DOOR CLOSES]
GAYLE: I'M NOT GOING.
VICTORIA: OH, YES, YOU ARE.
YOU ARE THE ABSOLUTE WORST,
YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BITCH.
YOU WILL NOT RUIN THIS FOR ME.
YOU WILL NOT. LOOK AT ME.
I WILL SHIP YOUR ASS OFF TO THE FARTHEST PLACE I CAN FIND.
YOU WILL GET DRESSED NOW.
WEAR THE BLUE DRESS,
NOT THAT GREEN MESS YOU CHOSE.
GAYLE: YOU DON'T SCARE ME.
VICTORIA: I'M NOT TRYING TO.
I'M THREATENING YOU, DARLING, REAL THREATS.
DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS FOR ME
TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY AS HIS WIFE?
GAYLE: YOU'RE A JOKE.
VICTORIA: SAY THAT SHIT AGAIN.
SEE IF I WON'T PUT YOUR HEAD THROUGH THAT WALL.
OH, THAT'S RIGHT.
YOU KNOW I WILL.
I SWEAR, IF YOU EMBARRASS ME TONIGHT,
IT'LL BE THE LAST TIME YOUR ASS IS SEEN IN PUBLIC.
[DOOR CLOSES]
BROTHER: YOU OK?
GAYLE: I HATE HER SO MUCH.
BROTHER: COME ON. HELP YOU GET DRESSED.
GAYLE: GET OUT.
SUCH A CREEP.
BOBBY: WOW. THOSE ARE BEAUTIFUL.
LILLY: THANK YOU.
BOBBY: YOU'RE A DESIGNER?
LILLY: YES.
BOBBY: WELL, I'M A PAINTER.
LILLY: HMM.
OH.
- EXCUSE ME. - YES?
BOBBY: COULD I HAVE ANOTHER BOURBON, PLEASE?
- NERVOUS FLYER? - YOU KNOW IT.
BOBBY: THANK YOU.
- EXCUSE ME. - YEAH?
BOBBY: OH. SORRY.
JEEZ, I COULD NEVER GET USED TO THIS.
THANK YOU.
MAN, ON P.A.: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING.
UNFORTUNATELY, WE WILL NOT BE ABLE TO LAND IN D.C.
DUE TO WEATHER.
LILLY: WHAT? DAMN IT.
CAPTAIN, ON P.A.: WE WILL BE DIVERTED
TO CHARLOTTE INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT.
WE ARE SORRY FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE.
LILLY: GREAT, JUST GREAT.
CAPTAIN, ON P.A.: WE WILL BE UPDATING YOU
UPON OUR ARRIVAL IN CHARLOTTE.
WE WILL BE REBOARDING THIS SAME PLANE
ONCE WE ARE CLEARED FOR DEPARTURE IN CHARLOTTE.
ALL OF YOUR BAGGAGE WILL REMAIN ON THIS PLANE.
PLEASE STAY CLOSE TO THE GATE IN CHARLOTTE FOR FURTHER UPDATES.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
- HELLO. - HEY.
- ARE YOU HERE? - LOOK. WE'RE DESCENDING.
LILLY: WE'RE BEING DIVERTED TO CHARLOTTE, OK?
- LILLY-- - I'M SORRY, AND, HONEY, LOOK.
LILLY: IT'S WI-FI, SO I CAN'T HEAR YOU THAT WELL.
DON: I HAVE WORKED MY ASS OFF TO GET THIS MAN ELECTED
AND TO GET THIS WOMAN FOR YOU,
AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN GONNA BE AT THE INAUGURATION BALL?
LILLY: LOOK, HONEY. LOOK. HONEY, HONEY, LOOK.
I WILL--I'LL GET A CAR WHEN WE LAND, AND I'LL DRIVE.
IT'S MAYBE JUST A FEW HOURS.
DON: IT'LL BE OVER BY THEN.
[BEEP]
LILLY: I'M SORRY. HELLO? HEL--
DON: [EXHALES]
BOBBY: YOU KNOW IT'S REALLY GONNA BE A BAD DRIVE.
THAT WEATHER IS REALLY BAD.
LILLY: I'M SORRY. I DIDN'T ASK YOU FOR A WEATHER REPORT.
BOBBY: SORRY.
DON: WE SHOULD REALLY MOVE THEM.
MAX: YES, SIR.
SIR.
DON: IS EVERYTHING OK?
HUNTER: COULDN'T BE BETTER. WHY DO YOU ASK?
DON: I JUST WONDERED, SIR.
HUNTER: DON'T WONDER.
DON: YES, SIR.
MRS. FRANKLIN, YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL.
VICTORIA: THANK YOU.
HUNTER: EASY, DONALD. YOU JUST GOT TO D.C.
ALREADY TRYING TO STEAL THE FIRST LADY FROM ME?
DON: NO, SIR. I WOULDN'T DREAM OF IT.
YOU TWO ARE THE PERFECT COUPLE.
HUNTER: YES. WE ARE, AREN'T WE, DARLING?
VICTORIA: YES, MY HANDSOME DEVIL.
HUNTER: SO, DONALD, WHERE'S THAT BEAUTIFUL WIFE OF YOURS?
DON: SHE IS ON HER WAY, SIR,
AND SHE'S JUST DELAYED IN FLIGHT.
VICTORIA: OH, NO. I'M WEARING HER DRESS.
DON: YES. YOU ARE, AND WE'RE SO PROUD.
VICTORIA: WELL, I WILL TRY TO REPRESENT HER WELL.
DON: YOU ALWAYS DO.
VICTORIA: SHALL WE?
LILLY: I'M SORRY.
LOOK, HONEY. I'M SORRY. I TRIED. I TRIED, OK?
[BEEP]
UH, HELLO?
UH, UM, BOURBON, NEAT.
BOBBY: HERE. YOU CAN HAVE MINE.
UH, WAITER, CAN I GET ANOTHER, PLEASE?
- YES, SIR. - THANK YOU.
- YOU'RE WELCOME.
BOBBY: YOU OK?
LILLY: YEAH.
BOBBY: YOU KNOW, I'M REALLY SORRY ABOUT THIS WHOLE THING.
YOU SEEM PRETTY UPSET ABOUT IT.
LILLY: MAN, ARE YOU JUST NOSY, OR--
BOBBY: NO. I JUST CARE ABOUT PEOPLE.
THAT'S ALL. I'M SORRY, BUT IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL ANY BETTER,
I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN D.C., TOO.
LILLY: HMM. I'M SORRY.
BOBBY: IT'S OK. CHEERS. TO A BETTER TOMORROW.
LILLY: CHEERS.
THANK YOU.
BOBBY: DON'T MENTION IT.
DO YOU MIND IF I SIT WITH YOU?
LILLY: UM, NO. YEAH. COME ON OVER.
BOBBY: OK.
[DING]
[DISTANT BAND PLAYING "HAIL TO THE CHIEF"]
MAN: YOU KNOW, YOU DON'T HAVE TO FOLLOW ME EVERY-DAMN-WHERE.
VICTORIA: HELLO, SON. YOU LOOK HANDSOME.
MAN: THANKS, MOM.
VICTORIA: WHERE'S YOUR SISTER?
MAN: SHE DIDN'T COME.
VICTORIA: WHAT?
MAN: YEAH.
VICTORIA: WELL, THEN--
YUMA?
YUMA: YES, MA'AM. SHE WAS TAKEN TO THE WHITE HOUSE.
VICTORIA: I SEE.
SEE TO IT THAT SHE DOESN'T LEAVE UNTIL I GET THERE.
YUMA: YES, MA'AM.
HUNTER: CAN WE FOCUS ON THE TASK AT HAND, PLEASE?
MAX: SIR, I'LL SHOW YOUR SON WHERE HE'LL BE POSITIONED.
HUNTER: THANK YOU, MAX.
MAX: AFTER YOU, SIR.
MAN: WHY DOES HE FOLLOW ME EVERY-DAMN-WHERE?
HUNTER: YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHY.
DON: THIS WAY TO THE BALLROOM.
HUNTER: HEH.
MAN, ON P.A.: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
THE PRESIDENT AND FIRST LADY OF THE UNITED STATES.
[BAND PLAYING "HAIL TO THE CHIEF"]
[APPLAUSE]
[CHEERING]
[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]
[AL GREEN'S "YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL" PLAYING]
GREEN: ♪ YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL ♪
♪ TO ME ♪
♪ YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL ♪
♪ TO ME ♪
♪ MM MM ♪
♪ CAN'T YOU SEE? ♪
♪ YOU'RE EVERYTHING ♪
♪ I HOPE FOR ♪
♪ YOU'RE EVERYTHING ♪
♪ I NEED ♪
♪ MM, YEAH ♪
♪ YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL ♪
♪ TO NOBODY BUT ME ♪
[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]
VICTORIA: I HATE YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH.
HUNTER: WHY?
VICTORIA: YOU BROUGHT YOUR WHORE.
HUNTER: PRESIDENT GETS A PLUS ONE.
VICTORIA: GO TO HELL.
RICHARD: THAT'S IT. THAT'S THE LAST OF IT.
BARRY: GREAT. ABOUT TIME.
RICHARD: COME ON, SON. YOU'RE YOUNG. YOU CAN HANDLE IT.
BARRY: I'M ACTUALLY NOT FEELING TOO YOUNG
DEALING WITH RUTH, MAN.
RICHARD: SON--
BARRY: NO, DAD.
SHE KEEPS ON COMING AROUND, AND I GET IT.
SHE WANTS TO SEE CALLIE, BUT SHE IS INSANE.
RICHARD: NO, NO, NO. LISTEN TO ME NOW.
YOU ARE DOING THE RIGHT THING FOR YOUR DAUGHTER.
BARRY: MAMA DOESN'T SEEM TO THINK SO.
RICHARD: WELL, YOUR MOTHER HAS COMPASSION FOR EVERYBODY. HA!
BARRY: I MEAN, I GET COMPASSION, BUT RUTH IS PART OF A CULT,
AND THOSE PEOPLE ARE CRAZY.
DO YOU KNOW THEY SAY THAT THE ONE THEY CALL THE HIGHEST,
HE'S ACTUALLY MARRIED TO THE YOUNG GIRLS?
RICHARD: OH, WAIT A MINUTE, SON. YOU DON'T KNOW THAT TO BE TRUE.
BARRY: WHAT I DO KNOW IS THAT MY DAUGHTER WILL NOT BE AROUND HER.
RICHARD: YOU HAVE CUSTODY. WHAT ARE YOU WORRIED ABOUT?
CILLA: WE'VE GOT A PROBLEM.
- WHAT IS IT? - YOU'LL SEE.
GAYLE: UH, GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME.
RICHARD: AHEM. EXCUSE ME. I'M RICHARD, THE HEAD BUTLER.
GAYLE: MM. WELL, APPARENTLY, I'M GAYLE,
THE FIRST DAUGHTER.
RICHARD: YEAH. I AM AWARE.
WOULD YOU LIKE SOME COFFEE?
GAYLE: I WANT A BURGER.
RICHARD: OK. WELL, WE CAN GET THAT FOR YOU RIGHT AWAY.
THIS IS JEAN. SHE WILL BE ASSIGNED TO YOU.
CAN SHE SHOW YOU TO YOUR ROOM?
GAYLE: I WANT HIM TO SHOW ME. COME WITH ME.
RICHARD: UM, I'M SORRY, MA'AM?
GAYLE: YOU ARE THE BUTLER, RIGHT?
RICHARD: YES.
GAYLE: OK. I WANT HIM TO SHOW ME.
RICHARD: WELL, MA'AM--
GAYLE: SHUT UP. COME ON.
COME ON. WHICH WAY?
WHICH WAY ARE WE GOING? THIS WAY?
RICHARD: GO WITH HER, SON. IT'S ALL RIGHT.
GO WITH THEM.
CILLA: AND STAY CLOSE.
RICHARD: [SIGHS]
CILLA: IS THIS WHAT WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH FOR THE NEXT 4 YEARS?
RICHARD: [EXHALES]
CILLA: [SIGHS]
GAYLE: WOW.
THANKS.
[SIGHS]
OH...
SO THIS IS IT?
JEAN: YES, MA'AM. IT IS.
GAYLE: I WASN'T ASKING YOU. GET OUT.
- MA'AM? - GET OUT.
JEAN: YES, MA'AM.
GAYLE: OH, NO, NO, NO, NOT YOU.
BARRY: MA'AM, I DON'T-- I DON'T ACTUALLY WORK HERE.
GAYLE: HMM. WELL, LOOKS THAT WAY TO ME.
JEAN: MA'AM, KEEP--
BARRY: UM...
I'M JUST HERE HELPING MY FATHER.
GAYLE: THAT BUTLER?
BARRY: YES, THE BUTLER.
GAYLE: HMM. WELL, DO YOU WANT HIM TO KEEP HIS JOB?
BARRY: SORRY?
MA'AM, NO, NO, NO. MA'AM, STOP. NO. STOP IT.
GAYLE: COME ON. YOU DON'T THINK I'M SEXY?
BARRY: PLEASE, CAN YOU STOP? NO. CAN YOU STOP, PLEASE?
NO. UH-UH. STOP.
GAYLE: COME ON. LET'S JUST PLAY.
BARRY: NO. I HAVE TO GO. CAN YOU GET OUT OF MY WAY?
- COME ON. - STOP.
- STOP IT. - COME ON.
BARRY: I AM TELLING YOU TO STOP. NO.
MISS. MISS.
- OF ALL THE DAYS-- - RIGHT.
- THUNDERSTORM. HA HA HA! - YEAH.
BOBBY: THAT'S BEEN MY WEEK ALL WEEK, BELIEVE IT OR NOT.
LILLY: WOW. OH, MAN.
- IS THAT YOUR DAD? - NO.
- THAT'S MY HUSBAND. - OH. SORRY.
BOBBY: HE'S OLDER, YES?
LILLY: HOW DO YOU KNOW I'M NOT OLDER AND I JUST LOOK YOUNG?
BOBBY: NO. YOU'RE YOUNGER, MY AGE.
WHAT'S HE, 70, 80?
LILLY: HE'S A LITTLE BIT OLDER THEN ME. STOP IT.
BOBBY: OK. SORRY, SORRY, BUT I DON'T LIKE HIM, ANYWAY.
LILLY: YOU DON'T KNOW HIM.
BOBBY: ONLY WHAT I HEARD ON THE PHONE.
LILLY: SO YOU WERE LISTENING.
BOBBY: I WAS JUST BEING OBSERVANT.
LILLY: WELL, MAYBE YOU SHOULD FOCUS ON YOUR WIFE.
BOBBY: I'LL DO THAT...
BUT IT IS WHAT IT IS, MARRIED LIFE.
LILLY: YEAH.
TELL ME ABOUT IT.
MM.
BOBBY: YOU KNOW, YOU'RE A REALLY BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.
LILLY: I'M A MARRIED WOMAN.
BOBBY: LISTEN.
HAVE YOU EVER JUST WANTED TO SAY, "THE HELL WITH IT,"
YOU KNOW, GET AWAY,
NO REGRETS, NO LOOKING BACK?
LILLY: THERE ARE ALWAYS REGRETS.
BOBBY: NOT ALWAYS.
SEE, SOMETIMES IT'S JUST AN AMAZING TIME.
LILLY: UM...
[CLEARS THROAT]
UM, STOP.
I'M NOT THAT DRUNK.
BOBBY: YOU HAVE TO BE DRUNK TO BE MADE TO FEEL GOOD?
GOT TO USE THE RESTROOM.
LILLY: WAIT, SO YOU'RE GONNA JUST SKIP OUT ON THE BILL?
BOBBY: NO. SHE HAS MY CARD.
BESIDES, THE RESTROOM HAS A CHANGING TABLE
FOR CHANGING KIDS' DIAPERS--
ONE ROOM, LOCKED DOOR.
HOW COOL IS THAT?
[DOOR OPENS]
LILLY: I'VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE.
[BOTH MOANING]
RUTH: THE RAUKU IS GOD, AND THAT'S WHO WE WORSHIP.
NANCY: COME ON, CALLIE.
IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO GET READY FOR BED NOW.
COME ON.
RUTH, YOU GOT TO LET HER GO NOW.
RUTH: NO.
NANCY: RUTH, NOW, YOU LISTEN TO ME. DON'T UPSET HER.
RUTH: THIS IS MY DAUGHTER.
NANCY: AND I LET YOU IN HERE TO SEE YOUR CHILD.
THIS IS NOT WHAT WE TALKED ABOUT.
- LET HER GO. - NO.
NANCY: I SAID AN HOUR. IT'S BEEN TWO.
- NO. - LET HER GO, RUTH.
- NO. - MOMMY, YOU'RE HURTING ME.
NANCY: YOU ARE SQUEEZING HER TOO HARD.
- COME ON, BABY. - THIS IS MY BABY.
CALLIE: MAMA, GRANDMA--
- LET HER GO, DAMN IT. - NO.
- DON'T YOU-- - NO.
NANCY: I WILL BEAT YOUR ASS IN THIS LIVING ROOM
IF YOU DON'T LET HER GO.
RUTH: I'M SORRY, BUT SHE IS COMING WITH ME.
- LET HER GO, DAMN IT. - SHE IS!
NANCY: I WANT YOU TO GET OUT OF HERE,
AND DON'T YOU EVER COME BACK AROUND HERE AGAIN. GET OUT.
RUTH: I'M SORRY, BUT I HAVE TO DO THIS TO YOU.
THE HIGHEST WANTS THIS CHILD. SHE'S SPECIAL.
HE WILL ENLIGHTEN ME WHEN I BRING HER.
NANCY: GET OUT.
RUTH: TUKRUK AMUSOH!
NANCY: NO! NO! WHAT?
RUTH: GIVE HER TO ME.
NANCY: NO. NO! WHAT ARE YOU--
BARRY: MISS.
JEAN! JEAN!
JEAN: BARRY, WHAT'S WRONG?
- I DON'T KNOW. - BARRY, WHAT--
BARRY: SHE FELL AND HIT HER HEAD,
AND NOW SHE'S ON THE GROUND.
JEAN: MISS FRANKLIN. MISS FRANKLIN. MISS FRANKLIN.
BARRY: WHY IS SHE LIKE THIS? WHY'S HER SKIRT HIKED UP?
BARRY: I DON'T KNOW. SHE CAME ON TO ME.
SHE CAME ON TO ME, AND SHE LIFTED IT UP.
JEAN: MA'AM. MA'AM? MA'AM. BARRY, DO NOT MOVE.
- DO NOT MOVE. - NO, NO. I DIDN'T--
JEAN: SAM, I NEED YOU NOW. NOW.
BARRY: I'M TELLING YOU I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING, JEAN.
I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO HER.
JEAN: BARRY, THIS IS CRAZY.
- I DIDN'T DO IT. - MA'AM. MA'AM.
- UHH... - MA'AM, YOU OK?
GAYLE: HELP ME. HELP.
JEAN: ALL RIGHT. WHAT-- WHAT--
GAYLE: HELP ME.
JEAN: MA'AM, YOU'RE FINE.
GAYLE: HE RAPED ME. HE RAPED ME.
JEAN: BARRY, DON'T MOVE.
NANCY: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.
- LET HER GO. - NO!
ANNOUNCER: NEXT ON "THE OVAL"...
NANCY: HELP! HELP ME!
RUTH: ♪ BRING THE LITTLE CHILDREN TO ME ♪
NANCY: NO, NO! HELP ME!
- HE RAPED ME. - NO. NO, NO.
- WHAT? - YOU HAVE THAT ALL WRONG.
- I DIDN'T TOUCH YOU. - NO. YOU DID.
HUNTER: WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
VICTORIA: I'M THE IVY LEAGUE GRADUATE WHO MARRIED
THE DUMBASS, ALL-AMERICAN FARM BOY
AND MADE HIM PRESIDENT.
LILLY: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?
BOBBY: YOU WERE SO GOOD EARLIER. LILLY: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.
BOBBY: DID YOU DECORATE IN HERE?
LILLY: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.