- SHE TOOK HER! - WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?
PREVIOUSLY ON "THE OVAL"...
NANCY: RUTH! SHE TOOK THAT BABY!
- DAD! - WHOA, WHOA, WHAT'’S GOING ON?
BARRY: SHE SAID THAT I RAPED HER!
RICHARD: WHAT ARE YOU SAYING TO ME RIGHT NOW? THAT GIRL IS LYING.
- TELL ME THE TRUTH! - HE DIDN'’T DO IT.
VICTORIA: YOU EVER LIE AGAIN, I SWEAR...
HUNTER: I'’M GONNA KEEP MY FRIENDS AND MY PHONE,
SO I DON'’T GO TO PRISON FOR MURDERING YOU.
VICTORIA: NO, DEAR. THAT DISTINCTION BELONGS TO ME.
I'’M GONNA KILL YOU ONE DAY.
LILLY: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, AND I MEAN IT.
DON: HEY, HONEY-- [3 GUNSHOTS]
[BOBBY GROANING]
DON: GIVE ME THE GUN.
BOBBY: YOU SHOT ME!
DON: HEY, HEY, HEY. IT'’S OK. IT'’S OK. GIVE ME THE GUN.
[LILLY WHIMPERS]
[BOBBY BREATHING HALTINGLY]
DON: DID YOU CALL THE POLICE?
LILLY!
DID YOU CALL THE POLICE?
BOBBY: I NEED AN AMBULANCE.
I'’M DYING.
DON: YES. IT'’S ME.
I NEED YOU GUYS HERE.
NO! DON'’T SEND KYLE. I NEED ALL OF YOU.
- [GROANS] - BLUE-LIGHT IT.
IT'’S AN EMERGENCY.
BOBBY, PANTING: WHAT THE HELL?
MAN: ♪ FEELS LIKE I'’M RUNNING OUT OF TIME ♪
♪ YOU GOT TO GET YOURS, I GOT TO GET MINE ♪
♪ NOT REALLY SURE WHERE WE'’RE HEADED TO ♪
♪ I JUST HOPE THAT YOU MAKE IT WHEN I DO ♪
- I NEED AN AMBULANCE. - DID HE HURT YOU?
LILLY, DID HE HURT YOU?!
- NO. - LOOK, LOOK...
DON: THEN WHY IS YOUR DRESS RIPPED?
- [GROANING] - I--I--I FOUGHT HIM OFF.
DON: GO AND OPEN THE DOOR FOR THE GUYS, PLEASE.
BOBBY: PLEASE, I NEED AN AMBULANCE.
DON: YOU SHUT YOUR FILTHY MOUTH! GO.
- UH... - LILLY!
BOBBY: OH... [PANTING]
DON: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?
BOBBY: I JUST NEED AN AMBULANCE, MAN, PLEASE.
DON: NO, NO, NO, NO. YOU GET NO SYMPATHY FROM ME. WHO ARE YOU?
BOBBY: PLEASE. [PANTING]
- SIR? - AAH!
DON: I TOLD THEM I DIDN'’T NEED YOU.
KYLE: WHAT'’S GOING ON, SIR?
DON: HE BROKE IN AND ASSAULTED MY WIFE.
- ARE YOU OK, MA'’AM? - YES.
DON: SHE'’S FINE.
SHE SHOT THE BASTARD.
GET HIM OUT OF HERE.
BOBBY, PANTING: DAMN.
UGH! WAIT! WAIT!
NO! OHH! OHH!
KYLE: ARE YOU OK, DONALD?
DON: I'’M FINE.
[SIGHS]
KYLE: I'’LL HAVE THE BLOODSTAINS REMOVED IMMEDIATELY--
DON: NO, NO, I'’LL TAKE CARE OF IT.
- BUT, SIR-- - KYLE,
LEAVE NOW.
KYLE: YES, SIR.
MA'’AM.
DON: ARE YOU OK?
LILLY: YES.
DID HE SAY ANYTHING TO YOU?
DON: WHEN?
LILLY: WHEN I WENT DOWNSTAIRS.
DON: NO. NO, NO, NO. I'’M SORRY, HONEY.
LILLY: IT'’S OK.
DON: WHAT HAPPENED?
LILLY: UM, THE DRIVER DROPPED ME OFF,
AND...I CAME HOME AND--AND HE WAS HERE.
DON: DID HE TOUCH YOU?
LILLY: NO. NO, NO, NO. NO.
- ARE YOU SURE? - YES.
DON: YOUR DRESS.
LILLY: OH, THAT-- THAT HAPPENED AT THE AIRPORT.
- OH, WHAT THE HELL-- - IT'’S OK. I'’M OK.
I'’M OK.
WHAT WILL THEY DO WITH HIM?
DON: YOU DON'’T WANT TO KNOW.
LILLY: W-WILL THIS BE IN THE PRESS?
DON: NO, THAT'’S WHY I DIDN'’T CALL THE POLICE.
- BUT SHOULDN'’T WE? - NO,
THIS IS A MATTER OF NATIONAL SECURITY NOW.
HEY, ALL RIGHT?
I WILL KNOW HIS EVERY MOVE, FROM THE MOMENT HE WAS BORN
UNTIL THE MOMENT HE ENTERED THIS HOUSE, IN 24 HOURS.
[SIGHS]
OK?
[LILLY BREATHING HEAVILY]
WHY HAVEN'’T YOU CALLED ME?
- MA'’AM. - YES?
DON'’T GO NEAR THE DRAPES, PLEASE.
WOMAN: OK.
SIR?
HUNTER: THANK YOU, MAX.
I KNEW I COULD DEPEND ON YOU.
MAX: YES, SIR.
HUNTER: MIND THE DOOR, WILL YOU?
MAX: YES, SIR.
[DOOR CLOSES]
HUNTER: HI.
HI, LOVER.
OH, MY GOD. HEH! I CAN'’T BELIEVE THIS.
HUNTER: I KNOW.
WOMAN: YOU'’RE THE PRESIDENT.
HUNTER: YEAH.
WOMAN: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS WORLD COMING TO?
- IS THAT AN INSULT? - NO,
YOU'’RE JUST...
WELL, SHIT, YOU'’RE CRAZY.
HUNTER: SOMEWHAT.
WOMAN: THANK YOU.
HUNTER: FOR WHAT?
WOMAN: STILL SEEING ME.
YOU KNOW HOW YOU POLITICIANS ARE. WHEN YOU RISE, YOU LIKE TO DIP.
HUNTER: NO...
I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU.
WOMAN: PROVE IT.
HUNTER: WHERE DO YOU WANT ME?
WOMAN: ON YOUR KNEES.
HUNTER: GLADLY.
WOMAN: SO, UH...
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THIS...
MR. PRESIDENT?
HUNTER: OHH...
I THINK I'’VE MISSED YOU,
A LOT.
BARRY: PICKY, I NEED TO TALK TO YOU, MAN.
[OVERLAPPING SHOUTING]
PICKY: YO, YO, YO, YO! THAT'’S MY COUSIN, Y'’ALL!
WE GOOD, WE GOOD, WE GOOD. WHAT'’S UP, MAN, WHAT'’S UP?
- LOOK, HAVE YOU SEEN RUTH? - NAH, MAN.
- YOU HAVEN'’T SEEN HER AT ALL? - NAH, BRUH.
- SHIT, MAN. - WHAT'’S UP, MAN?
BARRY: SHE TOOK CALLIE!
PICKY: DAMN, CUZ, MAN, I--YO.
BARRY: WHERE THOSE RAKU ... BE AT?
- COME ON. - WHERE THEY BE AT?
PICKY: YOU DON'’T WANT TO MESS WITH THEM, BRUH.
BARRY: WHAT YOU MEAN, I DON'’T WANT TO MESS WITH THEM?!
PICKY, THAT'’S MY DAUGHTER!
PICKY: A'’IGHT, SO YOU LET ME ASK AROUND FOR YOU--
BARRY: PICKY, I DON'’T HAVE TIME FOR YOU TO ASK AROUND,
YOU KNOW WHAT I'’M SAYING? I NEED TO FIND MY DAUGHTER!
PICKY: I GOT YOU, CUZ, BUT YOU--
- WHAT? - YOU A REGULAR DUDE, CUZ.
- PICKY, I'’M NOT-- - THIS LIFE AIN'’T FOR YOU, MAN.
BARRY: I'’M NOT PLAYING WITH YOU, PICKY. TELL ME WHERE MY DAUGHTER IS.
PICKY: I DON'’T KNOW WHERE THEY AT.
BARRY: PICKY, ARE YOU REALLY GONNA BE LIKE THIS RIGHT NOW?
PICKY: B, JUST-- JUST GO HOME, MAN.
BARRY: ARE YOU REALLY NOT GONNA TELL ME WHERE MY DAUGHTER IS, PICKY?!
PICKY: I'’M TRYING TO TELL YOU THAT THESE FOOLS IS KILLERS, B!
BARRY: THAT'’S MORE OF A REASON WHY I NEED TO GO FIND HER!
- LISTEN, MAN. - NAH, HE DON'’T KNOW WHAT...
PICKY: LOOK,
THEY BE OVER ON ROCKY.
BARRY: ON ROCKY?
PICKY: ROCKY.
BARRY: LET ME HOLD SOMETHING.
PICKY: B, MAN!
BARRY: PICKY, GIVE ME A-- GIVE ME A 9 OR SOMETHING, MAN!
PICKY: B, YOU'’RE A GOOD DUDE!
BARRY: THAT'’S WHY I'’M HERE! WHY THE ... IS Y'’ALL LAUGHING?!
- YO, SLOW. WE... - [LAUGHING]
- DON'’T WANT NO SMOKE, MAN. - EXACTLY.
- I CAN'’T DO THAT, CUZ. - YOU CAN'’T DO THAT?
- COME ON, BOY. - [CHUCKLING]
MAN: HEH HEH HEH! YEAH.
- HEY! - [SHOUTING]
- CALM DOWN! - NO, YO, YO.
CUZ, CUZ.
YO, PUT '’EM DOWN, MAN.
PUT '’EM DOWN! IT'’S CUZ!
DOWN!
BARRY: Y'’ALL CAN SHOOT ME IF Y'’ALL WANT TO.
I'’M TAKING THIS ... GUN.
PICKY: CUZ...
THAT'’S GOT HEAT ON IT,
SO DON'’T YOU GET CAUGHT.
BARRY: GOOD.
[GAYLE SIGHS]
VICTORIA: EATING THIS LATE WILL GIVE YOU MORE STRETCH MARKS.
GAYLE: DO YOU EVER SLEEP?
VICTORIA: YES, QUITE PEACEFULLY.
THAT'’S WHY I LOOK SO YOUNG, UNLIKE YOU
WITH THOSE 50-YEAR-OLD BAGS UNDER YOUR EYES.
GAYLE: YOU REALLY ARE MOTHER OF THE YEAR.
VICTORIA: AND YOU'’RE DAUGHTER OF THE YEAR.
GAYLE: HMM.
HOW LONG BEFORE I CAN GET THE HELL AWAY FROM YOU?
VICTORIA: YOU KEEP TALKING LIKE THAT, AND IT'’LL BE SOONER THAN YOU THINK.
GAYLE: YEAH, RIGHT. GO TO HELL.
- AFTER YOU, DEAR. - OH, MATTER OF FACT,
I THINK YOU SHOULD GO TO THE OVAL OFFICE.
I THINK I JUST SAW SOMEONE YOU MIGHT KNOW BEING BROUGHT IN.
BYE.
[GAYLE SIGHS]
[PUNCHING NUMBERS ON PHONE]
[LINE RINGING]
- YO? - PICKY, IT'’S ME.
PICKY: LOOK, I TOLD YOU, YOU GOT TOO MUCH HEAT ON YOU.
GAYLE: OH, COME ON. YOU'’RE NOT SCARED OF THEM.
WHAT--WHAT'’LL THEY DO TO YOU? DID THEY THREATEN YOU?
- I DON'’T WANT TO BE IN THAT. - THIS IS ME. YOU LOVE ME.
I KNOW YOU DO.
PICKY: COME ON WITH THAT "LOVE ME" STUFF NOW.
- I WANT TO SEE YOU. - AIN'’T NO WAY THAT'’S HAPPENING.
GAYLE: LOOK, I'’M GOING CRAZY.
PICKY: I CAN'’T SEE YOU.
GAYLE: WHY? JUST COME TO THE WHITE HOUSE.
I AM NOT COMING INTO THAT PLACE.
I'’M PRETTY SURE I CAN MAKE IT HAPPEN.
PICKY: LOOK, MY UNCLE WORKS THERE.
GAYLE: WHAT?
PICKY: YEAH. HE'’S THE BUTLER.
[SCOFFS] AND HE CAN'’T STAND ME,
SO NO.
- WHAT'’S HIS NAME? - WHY?
- BECAUSE I WANT TO KNOW. - RICHARD.
HE MARRIED MY MOM'’S SISTER.
GAYLE: OH.
YO...
WHAT NUMBER YOU CALLING ME FROM?
I CALLED YOU FROM THE KITCHEN PHONE.
HELLO? HELLO?
[SIGHS]
[BREATHING SHARPLY]
MAX: MA'’AM.
- MOVE AWAY FROM THE DOOR. - MA'’AM, I CAN'’T DO THAT.
VICTORIA: SO YOU'’RE STILL DOING THIS SHIT?
MAX: MA'’AM?
VICTORIA: GETTING HIS WHORES.
MAX: I'’M SORRY.
VICTORIA: MOVE AWAY
FROM THE DOOR.
MAX: MA'’AM, I CAN'’T DO THAT.
VICTORIA: OK.
MAX: MA'’AM, MA'’AM, STOP IT!
[CRASH]
- GET--GET-- - MA'’AM! MA'’AM!
VICTORIA: YOU LET ME IN THERE! LET ME IN THERE!
- MA'’AM! - YOU LET--LET ME GO!
AAH! LET GO!
[PANTING] AAH!
- MA'’AM! - OHH! OHH!
[SIGHS] DAMN IT!
YOU HURT ME. [PANTING]
MAX: WASN'’T INTENTIONAL, MA'’AM.
[VICTORIA PANTING]
IS HE IN THERE WITH HER?
MAX: PERHAPS YOU CAN RETURN TO THE RESIDENCE, MA'’AM.
YOU SEE HOW HE HUMILIATES ME?
- MA'’AM, PERHAPS-- - OH, SHUT UP.
JUST WHORE AFTER WHORE,
AND I COVER FOR HIM!
WE ALL DO! GOD.
I MARRIED A STUPID, DUMB COUNTRY ...!
YOU HEAR ME, HUNTER?! [PANTING]
MAX: MA'’AM, THE ROOM IS SOUNDPROOF.
[SCOFFS]
[SIGHS]
ARE YOU NOT GOING TO HELP ME UP?
ARE YOU NOT GOING TO TRY AND HIT ME AGAIN?
I WON'’T.
I'’M SORRY.
MAX: ABOUT WHAT, MA'’AM?
BOBBY: GOD! GOD!
MAN: HEY, HEY, NO NEED TO KEEP SCREAMING, SON.
BOBBY: AAH! AAH! PLEASE! PLEASE!
MAN: MMM, YOU--WHEN YOU ENTER THE HOUSE
OF THE CHIEF OF STAFF, YOU WALKED INTO HELL, MY FRIEND.
BOBBY: OHH! GOD!
MAN: MMM.
[SCREAMING STOPS]
KYLE: IS HE DEAD?
JERRY: NO, JUST PASSED OUT FROM THE PAIN.
- HE SAY ANYTHING? - NO.
NOTHING.
KYLE: WELL, LET ME KNOW IF HE TALKS.
JERRY: YES, SIR.
KYLE: WHO'’S ON THE CHIEF'’S DETAIL?
JERRY: NUMBER 17, SIR.
KYLE: ALL RIGHT. WELL, I GOT IT TONIGHT.
JERRY: SIR, THERE'’S NO NEED FOR THAT.
KYLE: THANK YOU, JERRY, BUT I GOT IT.
JERRY: SITTING OUTSIDE OF THE HOUSE IS WELL BELOW YOUR PAY GRADE, SIR.
KYLE: IT'’S ALSO THE JOB.
JERRY: YOU GOT A THING FOR HER?
KYLE: YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?
- HELL, I DO. - YOU SON OF A BITCH.
- LIGHTEN UP. - BE RESPECTFUL.
JERRY: WHEN HAVE YOU EVER BEEN RESPECTFUL?
[KYLE SCOFFS]
IF THEY GET ANYTHING OUT OF HIM, LET ME KNOW.
JERRY: THEY WON'’T.
KYLE: AND HOW CAN YOU BE SO SURE?
JERRY: MILITARY TATS.
HE'’S A RANGER.
KYLE: BREAK HIM.
JERRY: [SIGHS] I DON'’T THINK I CAN.
KYLE: IF YOU DON'’T, I WILL.
JERRY: SURE. BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS.
KYLE: WHEN YOU'’RE DONE, LEAVE HIM FOR ME.
JERRY: YES, SIR.
SUCH AN ASSHOLE.
[LILLY GASPS]
DON: HEY, HEY, HEY, IT'’S ALL RIGHT.
IT'’S ALL RIGHT. IT'’S OK.
LILLY: THAT DID HAPPEN.
DON: LISTEN, YOU WERE PROTECTING YOURSELF, OK?
- IS HE GONNA BE OK? - [SIGHS]
THAT DOES NOT MATTER.
LILLY: WHERE DID THEY TAKE HIM?
DON: LILLY.
LILLY: I WANT TO KNOW.
DON: NOW, IT'’S NOT FOR YOU TO KNOW.
- DONALD, I SHOT A MAN. - SHH, HEY--
LILLY: I DID, AND I WANT TO KNOW IF HE'’S OK.
DON: I'’LL CHECK TOMORROW.
- WHY CAN'’T YOU CHECK NOW? - LILLY.
- PLEASE. - IT'’S BEST
IF I CHECK TOMORROW, IN PERSON.
LILLY: SO YOU'’LL SEE HIM?
DON: MAYBE.
LILLY: CAN I SEE HIM?
DON: WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO DO THAT, HMM?
LILLY: HOW MUCH WILL YOU KNOW ABOUT HIM?
DON: AS I SAID BEFORE,
HIS EVERY MOVE.
WHAT IS IT?
LILLY: I JUST--
DON: I KNOW WHEN YOU'’RE NOT TELLING ME SOMETHING.
LILLY: I JUST WANT TO KNOW ABOUT HIS FAMILY.
DOES HE HAVE ONE?
- OH... - OR--OR CHILDREN?
DON: THAT SHOULD NOT BE YOUR CONCERN.
LILLY: WELL, IT IS.
DON: OK.
HEY...
YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU--YOU HAVE SUCH A COMPASSIONATE SOUL.
YOU'’RE GONNA MAKE A GREAT MOTHER ONE DAY,
HMM?
LILLY: WELL, WE HAVE TO HAVE SEX FOR THAT TO HAPPEN.
DON: LILLY...
[SIGHS]
LILLY: I'’M SORRY. IT'’S--
- NO, NO. - THIS NIGHT IS JUST, UM--
YOU KNOW, I'’M SORRY.
DON: IT--IT'’S--YOU OK? COME--COME LAY DOWN.
LILLY: I CAN'’T.
DON: ALL RIGHT, I'’LL-- I'’LL GET YOU SOMETHING TO HELP YOU SLEEP.
LILLY: NO, NO, I--I CAN GET IT.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[LINE RINGS]
BARRY: THIS IS BARRY. LEAVE A MESSAGE.
[BEEP] SHARON: BARRY, CALL ME.
- [SIGHS] - HEY, HOW IS SHE?
RICHARD: I, UH-- PILLS PUT HER TO SLEEP.
SHARON: OH, GOOD.
RICHARD: DO YOU KNOW HOW RUTH TOOK HER?
SHARON: SHE SAID THAT RUTH AND CALLIE WERE IN THE LIVING ROOM,
PLAYING, AND THEN SHE LET IN SOME MEMBERS OF THAT CULT.
AND THEY HELD HER DOWN WHILE RUTH
AND SOME OF THE OTHER MEMBERS TOOK CALLIE.
RICHARD: OH...LORD, HAVE MERCY.
SHARON: YEP.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
I'’LL GET IT.
[RICHARD SNIFFS, SIGHS]
SHARON: HEY.
- HEY, HOW YOU DOING? - GOOD.
[DOOR CLOSES]
RICHARD: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?
PICKY: BARRY CAME TO SEE ME.
NOW HE'’S OUT OF HIS MIND.
NOW I GAVE HIM A BAD ADDRESS FOR THE RAKUS,
BUT IT'’S JUST A MATTER OF TIME TILL HE FINDS IT,
SO YOU MIGHT WANT TO GO AFTER HIM.
RICHARD: WHERE IS HE?
PICKY: SENT HIM OVER THERE BY ROCKY, BUT HE MIGHT BE GONE BY NOW.
RICHARD: ALL RIGHT.
- AND, PREACH... - [SIGHS] WHAT?
PICKY: HE GOT A GUN.
RICHARD: HOW IN THE HELL DID HE GET A GUN?
PICKY: HE TOOK IT OFF OF ONE OF MY BOYS.
RICHARD: DON'’T YOU MEAN YOUR DAMN GANG?!
PICKY: I AM JUST TELLING YOU, MAN.
[RICHARD SCOFFS]
HEY, STAY WITH HER.
SHARON: HEY, WHAT? WHERE--WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
RICHARD: I'’M GONNA GO FIND BARRY.
SHARON: UH, WAIT. I TRIED TRACKING HIS PHONE,
BUT IT SAYS HE'’S AT THE WHITE HOUSE.
- YEAH. - WHY WOULD HE BE THERE?
RICHARD: HE FORGOT IT.
SHARON: OK. WELL, WHEN YOU FIND HIM, CAN YOU CALL ME, PLEASE?
RICHARD: YEAH, YEAH, JUST... JUST TAKE CARE OF MY WIFE.
SHARON: I WILL. WHAT...
[DOOR CLOSES] WHAT IS GOING ON TODAY?
[SIGHS]
[GASPS]
LILLY: YOU SCARED THE HELL OUT OF ME. COME ON.
KYLE: SORRY, MA'’AM, I WAS-- I WAS JUST KEEPING WATCH.
- WHERE DID THEY TAKE HIM? - MA'’AM?
LILLY: TELL ME.
KYLE: I'’M SORRY, MA'’AM. THAT'’S TOP-SECRET.
LILLY: SO D.C. POLICE... WON'’T KNOW THIS?
KYLE: NO, MA'’AM.
LILLY: IS HE OK?
KYLE: I'’M NOT SURE, MA'’AM.
LILLY: IS HE TALKING?
KYLE: MA'’AM, I'’M NOT SURE, BUT IF THERE'’S SOMETHING
THAT YOU NEED TO SAY, I CAN LISTEN.
LILLY: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
KYLE: ABOUT TONIGHT.
LILLY: I DON'’T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN.
KYLE: IS YOUR HUSBAND ASLEEP, MA'’AM?
LILLY: I DON'’T KNOW.
KYLE: WELL...YOU DO KNOW THAT WE'’RE TRAINED IN THIS.
LILLY: YES?
KYLE: AND NOTHING ABOUT THIS ADDS UP,
WITH ALL DUE RESPECT.
LILLY: WELL, HE CAME IN HERE.
KYLE: MA'’AM, I'’M ON YOUR SIDE.
LILLY: YOU WORK FOR MY HUSBAND.
KYLE: I WORK FOR THE GOOD OF THE COUNTRY.
NOW, IF HE HAPPENS TO BE OK AND HE STARTS TO SPEAK,
IS THERE SOMETHING THAT I SHOULD KNOW?
LILLY: I DON'’T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN.
KYLE: YOU SURE ABOUT THAT, MA'’AM?
LILLY: I DON'’T LIKE YOUR LINE OF QUESTIONING.
KYLE: YES, MA'’AM.
I'’M SORRY.
LILLY: GOOD NIGHT.
KYLE: SLEEP TIGHT, MA'’AM.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
[TAPPING PHONE NUMBERS]
GAYLE: TSK. [SIGHS]
PRISCILLA: YES?
GAYLE: WHERE THE HELL DID YOU COME FROM?
- YOU CALLED, MA'’AM. - NO, I DIDN'’T.
- SORRY. - [SIGHS]
GAYLE: HOW THE HELL DO I GET A SECURE LINE IN THIS PLACE?
PRISCILLA: MA'’AM?
GAYLE: ARE YOU DEAF OR SOMETHING OR JUST A STUPID MAID?
PRISCILLA: I'’M NEITHER.
GAYLE: OK, THEN ANSWER ME.
PRISCILLA: WHAT IS YOUR QUESTION, MA'’AM?
GAYLE: YOU KNOW, I CAN HAVE YOU FIRED.
- OK. - YEAH, AND THEN
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO, GO BACK ON WELFARE?
PRISCILLA: WELL, IF THERE'’S NOTHING ELSE...
GAYLE: I WANT BREAKFAST. WHERE'’S THE CHEF?
PRISCILLA: I AM THE CHEF.
GAYLE: HMM. WELL, THEN COOK.
PRISCILLA: WOULD YOU LIKE IT SERVED HERE OR IN THE DINING ROOM?
GAYLE: DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE? COOK.
PRISCILLA: YES, MA'’AM.
GAYLE: [SIGHS] GOD.
THIS IS BULLSHIT. I NEED A PRIVATE LINE.
[TAPPING NUMBERS]
PRISCILLA: YOU CAN TALK TO SECRET SERVICE, AND THEY CAN--
GAYLE: SHUT UP. I DIDN'’T ASK YOU.
[SIGHS]
[REFRIGERATOR DOOR OPENS]
YOU KNOW, I HOPE I DON'’T GET AS FAT AS YOU HAVE FROM YOUR COOKING.
YOU DON'’T TALK, GIRL?
WHAT'’S YOUR NAME?
PRISCILLA OWEN, MA'’AM.
GAYLE: HEH! THAT'’S A STUPID NAME.
MOVE.
JEAN: SORRY. I WAS GETTING DRESSED.
PRISCILLA: SHE WANTS BREAKFAST.
JEAN: ARE YOU OK?
PRISCILLA: I'’M GOING TO POISON THAT STUPID LITTLE BITCH.
JEAN: WHAT? [FOOTSTEPS RETREAT]
HUNTER: OH...
WOW.
- HOW ARE YOU FEELING? - OH, IN PAIN.
THEN I DID MY JOB.
- YEAH. HA HA HA! - MMM.
HUNTER: YEAH.
WOMAN: OK, WHEN AM I GONNA SEE YOU AGAIN?
HUNTER: I'’LL CALL YOU.
- YOU BETTER CALL ME. - HA HA HA! I WILL.
WOMAN: AND THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME VISIT THIS PLACE.
- OH... - I MEAN, IT'’S INSANE.
HUNTER: YOU'’RE INSANE.
YOU LIKE THIS, DON'’T YOU, DADDY?
I LIKE IT ALL.
HUNTER: MAX?
MAX: YES, SIR?
MAKE SURE SHE GETS HOME SAFE, ALL RIGHT?
MAX: YES, SIR.
FOLLOW THIS GENTLEMAN, MA'’AM.
WOMAN: THANK YOU. HE'’S CUTE, HUNTER.
HUNTER: NO, NO, NO. ONLY GOT EYES FOR ME.
WOMAN: I HEAR YOU.
- '’NIGHT. - '’NIGHT.
[FOOTSTEPS RETREAT]
OW.
THAT'’S GONNA LEAVE A MARK.
THANK YOU, MAX. ALWAYS DEPEND ON YOU.
- YOUR WIFE CAME DOWN, SIR. - AND?
- WELL, SHE WANTED TO GET IN. - OK.
MAX: I DIDN'’T LET HER, THOUGH, SO WE'’RE ALL CLEAR.
HUNTER: HOPE YOU KNOCKED HER ON HER ASS.
MAX: WELL, IT GOT PHYSICAL, SIR,
AND I THINK SHE'’S VERY UPSET.
[HUNTER SCOFFS] HMM! NO, NO, YOU DON'’T UNDERSTAND.
MY WIFE LOVES TO BE HIT AND SLAPPED.
TURNS HER ON.
TAKES SOME GETTING USED TO.
IN FACT, MAYBE YOU COULD TAKE HER OFF MY HANDS.
NO, SIR.
COME ON. SHE'’S NOT THAT BAD.
I'’M JUST HERE TO DO MY JOB, SIR.
YEAH, BUT IF YOU LET HER GIVE YOU A BLOWJOB,
IT WOULD REALLY HELP ME OUT.
YOU THINK I'’M KIDDING.
I HOPE SO, SIR.
HUNTER: YOU KNOW, DENISE HAS A TWIN SISTER.
MAYBE YOU SHOULD MEET HER.
NO, NO, YEAH, I'’M KIDDING, I'’M KIDDING.
HEY, JUST MAKE SURE DENISE IS NOT ON THE VISITORS LIST.
MAX: NO, SIR, WE TOOK CARE OF IT.
HUNTER: [SIGHS] THANKS, MAX. CAN ALWAYS DEPEND ON YOU.
MAX: AND YOU ALWAYS WILL, SIR.
WHEW! I NEED A SHOWER.
SHE DOES THIS THING WITH HER... NEVER MIND.
[GRUNTS]
[SIGHS]
OH.
YOU'’RE UP.
[SIGHS]
I'’M SURE YOUR GOONS TOLD YOU.
TSK. YEAH.
SO WHO'’S THIS ONE?
GO TO BED.
I ASKED YOU A QUESTION.
HUNTER: AND I SAID...GO TO BED.
AAH! OHH!
AAH!
OHH!
GOD! WICKED BITCH!
[GROANING]
OH! [PANTING]
[DOOR OPENS]
[GROANING]
OH, SOMETHING WRONG, DEAR?
HUNTER: OH, GOD.
[WINCES, SIGHS]
VICTORIA: THE NEXT TIME ONE OF YOUR GOONS TRIES TO KEEP ME
OUT OF THE OVAL, IT'’LL BE HIS LAST.
HUNTER: THREATS, THREATS, THREATS.
- WELL, YOU KNOW ME. - YEAH, I DO.
[SIGHS]
- I KNOW WHO SHE IS. - YEAH, SO?
VICTORIA: AND I THINK I'’LL PAY HER A VISIT.
YEAH, NO, NO.
ALL THOSE, UH, GHETTO TRIPS YOU USED TO MAKE? THOSE ARE DONE.
- YOU THINK SO? - I KNOW SO.
YOU HAVE 24-HOUR SECRET-SERVICE DETAIL.
I HOPE YOU NEED STITCHES.
MAX IS AN EXPERT,
THANKS TO YOU.
DON: THOUGHT I HEARD YOU TALKING TO SOMEONE.
- YEAH. - WHO?
LILLY: KYLE.
DON: KYLE?
LILLY: YEAH, HE'’S OUT FRONT.
- HE'’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE. - WELL, HE IS.
DON: WHAT--WHAT WERE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
LILLY: UM, HE WANTED TO MAKE SURE IF WE WERE OK.
DON: NO, HE'’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE.
- HONEY, I NEED YOU HERE. - NO, I'’LL BE RIGHT BACK.
LILLY: DONALD.
DON: HEY, HEY.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, HUH?
- KEEPING WATCH, SIR. - NO, WHERE IS DONOVAN?
- I RELIEVED HIM, SIR. - WHY?
KYLE, WHISPERING: I want to be here.
DON: I WANT DONOVAN HERE.
KYLE: I GOT YOU COVERED, SIR.
DON: YOU CAN LEAVE.
KYLE: HMM. OH, WELL...
I'’M SORRY, SIR, BUT I--I CAN'’T DO THAT.
DON: I DON'’T NEED YOU TO KEEP WATCH.
KYLE: YOU ARE MY PRIORITY, SIR.
DON: DO YOU KNOW THAT I AM YOUR SUPERIOR?
KYLE: YES, SIR, I DO.
THAT'’S WHY I'’M HERE.
DON: I CAN MAKE THIS REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE FOR YOU.
KYLE: WELL...WELL, WE DON'’T WANT THAT, SIR.
DON: MM-HMM. SO YOU REALLY GONNA DO THIS?
KYLE: SIR, YOU JUST HAD A VERY TRAUMATIC--
DON: NO, WE ARE-- WE ARE FINE.
- SIR-- - NO, NO, CUT THE "SIR" SHIT.
KYLE: WELL, I THOUGHT THAT'’S WHAT YOU WANTED, SIR.
DON: OH...YOU'’RE REALLY DOING THIS?
KYLE: YOU ARE A HIGH...PRIORITY--
DON: KYLE--
[SIGHS]
KYLE: BEING HERE GIVES ME COMFORT--
PLEASE, PLEASE JUST ALLOW ME
TO LOOK AFTER YOU... AND YOUR WIFE.
SIR.
DON: OUTSIDE, KYLE.
KYLE: YES, SIR. YES, SIR.
WHEW.
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[DOOR OPENS]
[DON GRUNTS]
[SIGHS]
JEAN: OH. I'’M SORRY, SIR.
YOU GUYS GET SO NERVOUS WHEN YOU SEE US.
I'’M SORRY. WE PRIDE OURSELVES ON INVISIBLE SERVICE.
- WHAT'’S THAT MEAN? - JUST THAT THE CLEANING,
IT SHOULD LOOK LIKE MAGIC, NOT THAT YOU SEE US,
SO...EXCUSE ME.
JASON: HOW'’D YOU GET THIS JOB?
MOST OF THE PEOPLE HERE ARE GENERATIONAL,
SO WE ALL HAVE A PACT.
- I'’M SORRY? - THERE'’S NEVER REALLY AN AD
FOR THESE TYPES OF JOBS.
THEY'’RE WORD-OF-MOUTH, SO MY AUNT WORKED HERE,
AND SHE HELPED ME GET THE JOB.
JASON: OH. OK.
CAN YOU SIT AND TALK?
JEAN: I'’M SORRY, SIR. THAT'’S NOT ALLOWED.
WHERE DO YOU ALL LIVE?
THERE ARE STAFF QUARTERS, SIR.
JASON: WHOA. CAN YOU SHOW ME?
IS THERE SOMETHING THAT YOU NEED?
'’CAUSE I CAN GLADLY GET IT.
I JUST WANT TO SEE WHERE YOU LIVE.
JEAN: OK. WELL, IF YOU DON'’T MIND,
I JUST--LET ME CHECK WITH THE LEAD USHER--
- NO. - AND I'’M SU--
JASON: NO.
YOU ASKED IF I WANTED ANYTHING.
JEAN: LET ME JUST CHECK, PLEASE.
JASON: OK.
- THANK YOU. - OK.
THEY BACK YET?
SHARON: NO, NO, MA'’AM.
THOUGHT YOU WERE ASLEEP.
I CAN'’T.
OH.
NANCY: I'’M SORRY THAT HE SAID THOSE THINGS TO YOU.
IT'’S ALL RIGHT.
[SNIFFLES] HE DIDN'’T MEAN IT.
DON'’T YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT "WHAT'’S IN THE HEART SPEAKS"?
OH. THAT'’S THE BIBLE.
- HE MEANT IT. - NO.
- HE DID. - HE WAS JUST UPSET.
SHARON: HE SAID THAT TO ME BEFORE.
- WHAT? - NOT MUCH OF A MOTHER TO HER.
NANCY: OH, HONEY, YOU ARE. YOU'’RE GOOD WITH HER.
SHE DOESN'’T EVEN LIKE ME.
NANCY: ALL KIDS, THEY WANT TO SEE THEIR PARENTS TOGETHER.
SHARON: YEAH, WELL,
JUST DON'’T UNDERSTAND HOW HE HOOKED UP WITH HER IN THE FIRST PLACE.
THAT BITCH.
NANCY: WELL, SHE WASN'’T ALWAYS THAT WAY,
AND THEY KNEW EACH OTHER SINCE THEY WERE LITTLE.
WE LOVED HER. WE DIDN'’T KNOW ALL THE THINGS
THAT HAPPENED IN THAT HOUSE WHERE SHE GREW UP.
HER FATHER, HE WAS A...
OOH, I CAN'’T EVEN SAY IT.
AND I USED TO WONDER WHY SHE NEVER WANTED TO GO HOME.
SHARON: I UNDERSTAND ALL OF THAT, BUT THAT DON'’T MAKE IT OK FOR HER TO TAKE THAT BABY.
EVERYBODY COMES TO A PLACE
FROM SOMEWHERE.
[BARRY SIGHS, SNIFFLES]
RICHARD: I REMEMBER HOW...
HEH! I REMEMBER WHEN YOUR MAMA TOLD ME SHE WAS PREGNANT.
OH, GOD, WE WERE SO HAPPY.
WHEN I FOUND OUT IT WAS A BOY, WHEW, GOD,
MY HEART...WENT TO PIECES.
WELL, IN THE MOST MANLY WAY, YOU KNOW?
ONE LOOK AT YOU...
AND I KNEW MY LIFE HAD CHANGED.
I NEVER KNEW THAT KIND OF LOVE.
THEN YOU GREW UP AND...
YOU BECAME SO SMART.
JUST A...
JUST A GOOD KID.
YOU NEVER GAVE US ANY TROUBLE...
THEN YOU MET RUTH...
[SIGHS] AND YOU HAD A BABY OF YOUR OWN.
I KNOW THAT ANGER, SON, THAT...
I KNOW THAT--THAT KIND OF LOVE THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO KILL TO PROTECT.
BUT YOU GOT TO HEAR ME, SON,
WITH ALL THAT'’S IN ME...
YOU CAN'’T DO THIS.
[SOBS] I'’M GONNA GIVE HIM ALL OF THE TIME HE NEEDS
TO GET THROUGH THIS, BUT I GOT TO TELL YOU, I'’M TIRED.
I'’M TIRED OF SITTING AROUND HERE TRYING TO BE QUIET, SO THAT I DON'’T UPSET HIM.
- YEAH. JUST-- - I CAN'’T DO THIS.
I CAN'’T.
NANCY: JUST GIVE HIM TIME.
SHARON: I'’M TRYING.
[SNIFFLES]
YEAH.
I'’M REALLY TRYING.
OH, GOD. WHAT TIME IS IT?
NANCY: OH, LORD. IT'’S 6:30 A.M.
MMM.
[SCOFFS] MY GOD, WHERE ARE THEY?
BARRY: I WANT MY DAUGHTER, MAN.
RICHARD: AND WE'’RE GONNA GET HER, MAN. LOOK, JUST...
JUST GIVE ME THE GUN.
BARRY: I DON'’T HAVE A GUN.
RICHARD: AND SO WE'’RE LYING TO EACH OTHER NOW?
- I WANT TO KILL HIM. - WHO?
- WHOEVER THEY CALL THE HIGHEST. - OH--
- I WANT TO KILL HIM. - OH, NO, NO, SON. YOU'’RE NOT GONNA DO THAT.
- WHY AIN'’T I? - BECAUSE YOU'’RE NOT A KILLER.
RICHARD: LOOK, JUST GIVE ME THE GUN.
- DAD, I'’M NOT GONNA-- - NO, MAN, JUST GIVE IT TO ME.
- DAD, I'’M NOT GONNA-- - GIVE ME THE GUN!
BARRY: DAD! [TWO GUNSHOTS]
NEXT ON "THE OVAL"...
HUNTER: YOU ARE THE COLDEST REPTILE
I'’VE EVER SEEN.
VICTORIA: DON'’T FORGET
THE SSSMARTEST ONE WHO PUT YOU HERE.
- DONALD, I SHOT A MAN. - NO, YOU SHOT A LOWLIFE.
NOW I JUST NEED YOU TO LET THIS GO.
- WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? - I'’M JUST DOING MY JOB.
DON: WHAT YOU'’RE DOING IS STALKING.
- SIR-- - LOOK, STOP IT!
HUNTER: DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TROUBLE
YOUR SON IS IN?
RICHARD: MY SON IS INCAPABLE
OF DOING ANYTHING LIKE THAT.
HUNTER: SO YOU'’RE CALLING
MY DAUGHTER A LIAR?
KYLE: AND YOU REALLY COULDN'’T
GET HIM TO TALK? - NO.
- WELL, I BET I CAN. - YOU ALWAYS DO.