-WAIT! -PREVIOUSLY ON "THE OVAL..."
LILLY: WHAT WILL THEY DO WITH HIM?
DONALD: YOU DON'’T WANT TO KNOW. VICTORIA: SO, WHO'’S THIS ONE?
DID SHE BIND YOU? HUNTER: YEAH. YEAH.
IT WAS FUN.
VICTORIA: THE NEXT TIME ONE OF YOUR GOONS
TRIES TO KEEP ME OUT OF THE OVAL
WILL BE HIS LAST.
-[COUGHING] -TELL ME THE TRUTH.
SHARON: I'’M TIRED OF SITTING AROUND HERE
TRYING TO BE QUIET SO THAT I DON'’T UPSET HIM.
BARRY: I WANT MY DAUGHTER.
RICHARD: WE'’RE GONNA GET HER. JUST GIVE ME THE GUN.
BARRY: I WANT TO KILL HIM. RICHARD: JUST GIVE ME THE GUN.
BARRY: DAD, I'’M NOT... RICHARD: JUST GIVE IT TO ME.
BARRY: I'’M NOT GIVING--DAD!
[GUNSHOT]
[BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY]
BARRY: ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
RICHARD: ARE--ARE YOU SHOT?
BARRY: NO, I'’M NOT SHOT. ARE YOU?
RICHARD: ARE YOU SURE? BARRY: I'’M POSITIVE. ARE YOU SHOT?
ARE YOU SURE? RICHARD: NO, I'’M-- I'’M SURE I'’M NOT.
BARRY: ARE YOU SURE? RICHARD: YES, I'’M FINE.
THIS IS WHY YOU NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE A GUN.
BARRY: I'’M SORRY. I DIDN'’T KNOW IT WAS COCKED.
RICHARD: SON, LISTEN TO ME, LISTEN TO ME. JUST--JUST GO HOME.
BARRY: DAD, I'’M SORRY. I'’M SORRY!
[RICHARD BREATHING HEAVILY] I GOTTA GET TO WORK
IN A COUPLE HOURS. I GOT--
BARRY: NO, DAD, WHAT ABOUT MY DAUGHTER?
RICHARD: LOOK, JUST GO, GET YOUR MOTHER,
AND--AND THEN GO TO THE POLICE.
YOU SHOT A DAMN HOLE IN THE DOOR!
ONE OF US COULD'’VE BEEN KILLED.
BARRY: I'’M SORRY! I'’M SORRY!
RICHARD: JUST GO HOME, BARRY, JUST--JUST GO.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[WOMAN SCREAMING INDISTINCTLY]
[ENGINE STARTS]
WOMAN: SOMEBODY SHOT HIM!
SOMEBODY SHOT HIM! HELP! HELP!
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 ♪
[HUNTER SPUTTERING]
VICTORIA: DAMN. I WAS SO CLOSE.
HUNTER: IF I DIE, YOU'’RE NOTHING.
VICTORIA: NOT TRUE.
I'’D PLAY THE SAD, DUTIFUL WIDOW.
HUNTER: YOU ALWAYS HAVE AN ANGLE.
VICTORIA: YES, I DO.
AND SO DO YOU, BUT YOURS IS SHORT.
HUNTER: IT GETS THE JOB DONE.
VICTORIA: DON'’T BE SO SURE.
HUNTER: YEAH, WHATEVER.
VICTORIA: GET UP.
YOU AT LEAST HAVE TO GIVE THE IMPRESSION
THAT YOU'’RE EXCITED ABOUT THIS JOB.
HUNTER: YOU WANT TO GO TO THE OVAL?
[SNAPS FINGERS] KNOCK YOURSELF OUT.
VICTORIA: I WOULD BUT I HAVE PLANS.
HUNTER: WHAT PLANS?
VICTORIA: GET UP.
HUNTER: OW! GOD, YOU ARE WICKED.
HOW'’S GAYLE?
VICTORIA: WHAT DO YOU CARE?
HUNTER: WHAT DO YOU MEAN, WHAT DO I CARE?
SHE'’S MY DAUGHTER.
VICTORIA: SO, NOW YOU'’RE THE CARING FATHER?
HUNTER: SHE WAS ASSAULTED.
VICTORIA: REALLY?
[HUNTER SCOFFS]
I'’M GONNA HAVE THAT BOY'’S ASS.
VICTORIA: HMM.
SO, NOW THE FATHER IS CONCERNED
ABOUT HIS 16-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER
WHEN APPARENTLY, HE ASSAULTS
OTHER 16-YEAR-OLD GIRLS.
HUNTER: I HAVE NEVER ASSAULTED A WOMAN...
WITHOUT THEM ASKING FOR IT FIRST.
NICELY.
VICTORIA: KARMA'’S A BITCH, DARLING.
HUNTER: YEAH, SO, I MARRIED IT.
YOU REALLY AREN'’T CONCERNED ABOUT GAYLE?
VICTORIA: NO.
HUNTER: YOU ARE THE COLDEST REPTILE I'’VE EVER SEEN.
VICTORIA: DON'’T FORGET--
THE SSSMARTEST ONE
WHO PUT YOU HERE.
HUNTER: YOU KNOW HOW TO TURN IT ON, DON'’T YOU?
VICTORIA: YES, I DO.
HUNTER: YEAH, EVERYTHING BUT ME.
VICTORIA: I WOULDN'’T ... YOU TO SAVE YOUR CHILDREN.
HUNTER: GOOD. BECAUSE I'’D RATHER DIE FIRST.
VICTORIA: KEEP TALKING AND YOU JUST MIGHT GET YOUR WISH.
HUNTER: BE A BLESSING.
[EXHALES]
[VICTORIA LAUGHS]
HUNTER: YEAH, LAUGH IT UP.
[DOOR CLOSES]
VICTORIA: DUMB BITCH.
KEEP POSTING EVERYTHING.
YUMA ON PHONE: YES, MA'’AM.
VICTORIA: I WANT TO GO SHOPPING THIS AFTERNOON.
YUMA: MA'’AM? VICTORIA: YOU HEARD ME.
YUMA: WE CAN GET YOU WHAT YOU NEED.
VICTORIA: I WANT TO GO.
YUMA: OK. I'’LL ARRANGE IT.
MAKE IT SMALL?
VICTORIA: NO, NO, NO, NO.
I WANT THE FULL TREATMENT.
YUMA: YES, MA'’AM.
DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU'’D LIKE TO GO?
VICTORIA: I'’LL SEND YOU THE ADDRESS IN A MINUTE.
YUMA: YES, MA'’AM.
[CAR ALARM BEEPS]
[GATE RATTLES]
NANCY AND SHARON: HEY. BARRY: WHAT'’S UP?
NANCY: DID YOU FIND HER?
BARRY: NO,
NANCY: BARRY, I'’M SO SORRY.
BARRY: YEAH, OK.
WE GOTTA GO TO THE POLICE STATION.
NANCY: I'’M ALREADY DRESSED.
SHARON: Y'’ALL GO AHEAD.
BARRY: YOU GOING TO WORK?
SHARON: YES.
BARRY: MY DAUGHTER IS MISSING
AND YOU'’RE GOING TO WORK.
SHARON: WHAT CAN I DO? BARRY: YOU COULD BE HERE FOR ME.
SHARON: BARRY. BARRY: NO, IT'’S COOL.
IT'’S COOL. GO TO WORK.
SHARON: WE HAVE BILLS. I CAN'’T TAKE THIS TIME OFF.
BARRY: YEAH, YEAH. DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO.
SHARON: DON'’T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT.
BARRY: MY DAUGHTER IS MISSING... SHARON: I UNDERSTAND THAT.
BARRY: OF ALL TIMES... NANCY: STOP IT!
THIS IS MY FAULT.
I DON'’T NEED Y'’ALL FALLING OUT WITH EACH OTHER
OVER SOMETHING THAT I DID.
SHARON: MISS NANCY, THAT'’S GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU.
BARRY: DON'’T TALK TO MY MOTHER LIKE THAT.
SHARON: GIVE ME THE KEYS.
BARRY: I NEED MY CAR.
SHARON: I HAVE TO GO TO WORK.
GIVE ME THE DAMN KEYS!
BARRY: NO!
SHARON: WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?
BARRY: WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?
I NEED MY CAR! NANCY: HEY, TAKE MINE.
GO ON.
BARRY: YEAH, '’CAUSE I NEED MY CAR.
NANCY: BARRY.
BARRY: I DON'’T WANT TO HEAR IT. WE GOTTA GO.
[NANCY SIGHS] THE COURTS DON'’T EVEN OPEN TILL 9:00.
WHAT--WHERE IS YOUR FATHER?
HEY.
RICHARD: HEY. NANCY: ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
RICHARD: YEAH. I'’M FINE.
I...I JUST GOTTA GET READY FOR WORK.
NANCY: OK.
I IRONED YOUR UNIFORM.
RICHARD: THANK YOU.
NANCY: WHAT'’S WRONG?
RICHARD: NOTHING.
NANCY: I KNOW YOU.
RICHARD: I'’M--I'’M JUST WORRIED ABOUT THAT BABY.
NANCY: OH, I KNOW. I'’M SO SORRY.
RICHARD: DON'’T FALL APART.
[NANCY SIGHS]
RICHARD: YOU JUST GO DOWN TO THAT COURT WITH BARRY
AND, YOU KNOW, SO HE KEEPS HIS COOL, OK?
NANCY: OK.
RICHARD: I'’LL SEE YOU WHEN I GET HOME.
NANCY: OK.
BARRY!
I'’LL BE WAITING IN THE CAR.
DONALD: HI.
LILLY: HI.
DONALD: DID YOU FINALLY GET SOME SLEEP?
LILLY: YES.
DONALD: ARE YOU OK?
LILLY: I WILL BE.
DONALD: WELL... WHAT ARE YOU DOING TODAY?
LILLY: I HAVE A FEW MEETINGS.
DONALD: OK.
LILLY: AND YOU?
DONALD: FIRST DAY AS CHIEF OF STAFF. HEH.
LILLY: AH, YEAH. HA HA!
DONALD: I'’M GLAD YOU WERE AWAKE BEFORE I LEFT.
LILLY: YEAH.
DONALD: ARE YOU SURE YOU'’RE OK?
LILLY: UH, YOU KNOW, YOU SHOULD, UM...
GET STARTED WITH YOUR DAY.
DONALD: YOU KNOW, IT WOULD BE REALLY BAD FOR ME
TO NOT GO IN TO WORK ON MY FIRST DAY.
LILLY: OH. NO, NO.
I--I WOULDN'’T THINK OF IT.
YOU HAVE TO GO.
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
DONALD: OK. LILLY: OK.
[RINGING] [FOOTSTEPS]
VELMA: MRS. WINTHROP, THERE'’S A PHONE CALL
FROM THE FIRST LADY, MA'’AM.
DONALD: WOW. SHE MUST'’VE BEEN
REALLY IMPRESSED.
LILLY: THANK YOU.
DONALD: HEH.
LILLY: HELLO?
VICTORIA: LILLY.
LILLY: HI.
VICTORIA: YOUR DRESS WAS A HIT.
LILLY: OH, WELL, THANK YOU.
VICTORIA: WHERE WERE YOU?
LILLY: I WAS DELAYED.
VICTORIA: WELL, I WANT TO GO SHOPPING TODAY
AND I WANT YOU TO COME ALONG.
LILLY: SHOPPING?
VICTORIA: YES.
LILLY: WELL, UM, CAN YOU DO THAT?
VICTORIA: OF COURSE I CAN.
LILLY: OK.
VICTORIA: I'’M BEING TOLD THAT I NEED TO
TONE IT DOWN IN THIS JOB, SO,
I WANT TO GO TO A PARTICULAR STORE THAT I KNOW.
LILLY: OK.
UH, I'’LL BE RIGHT OVER.
VICTORIA: NOON.
LILLY: YES, I--I'’LL-- I'’LL SEE YOU THEN. BYE.
DONALD: WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?
LILLY: SHE WANTS ME TO GO SHOPPING WITH HER.
DONALD: ARE YOU TWO BEST FRIENDS NOW?
LILLY: I GUESS.
SHE BARELY SPOKE TWO WORDS TO ME
DURING THE FITTING, AND NOW SHE
WANTS TO GO SHOPPING.
DONALD: WELL, DO NOT LOOK A GIFT HORSE IN THE MOUTH.
NOW, GO WITH IT.
LILLY: I DON'’T KNOW IF I'’M UP FOR IT.
DONALD: WHY NOT?
LILLY: DONALD, I SHOT A MAN.
DONALD: NO, YOU SHOT A LOWLIFE.
OK, YOU NEED TO GET THAT OUT OF YOUR HEAD.
LILLY: WILL YOU FIND OUT ABOUT HIM?
DONALD: YOU SHOULD REALLY LET THIS GO.
LILLY: I JUST-- DONALD: I JUST NEED YOU
TO LET THIS GO.
LILLY: OK. OK.
DONALD: I'’LL SEE YOU WHEN I GET HOME.
LILLY: OK.
DONALD: OR, HEY, I'’LL SEE YOU THERE.
LILLY: YES.
PRISCILLA: LET ME GUESS. SHE DIDN'’T EAT IT.
JEAN: NO.
PRISCILLA: THAT LITTLE GIRL.
JEAN: YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY.
RATS CAN SMELL POISON IN FOOD.
PRISCILLA: I WAS JOKING.
JEAN: HA HA! IT WAS OUTSIDE OF HER DOOR.
PRISCILLA: OK. WELL, LET'’S GET THE TABLE SET FOR BREAKFAST.
JEAN: OK.
PRISCILLA: ARE YOU OK?
JEAN: YES.
PRISCILLA: ARE YOU SURE?
JEAN: YES.
PRISCILLA: WHAT'’S WRONG, JEAN?
JEAN: NOTHING.
PRISCILLA: OK.
HAVE YOU SEE THE SON?
JEAN: YES.
PRISCILLA: HE'’S A BIT OF A MYSTERY, THAT ONE.
JEAN: I THINK HE'’S KINDA CREEPY.
PRISCILLA: WHY DO YOU SAY THAT?
JEAN: I'’M NOT SURE. I WAS DOWN THE HALL
PICKING UP THE TRAY,
AND I JUST FELT SOMEBODY STARING AT ME.
PRISCILLA: WAS IT HIM?
JEAN: I'’M NOT SURE. I JUST SAW
A NAKED SHADOW IN THE BEDROOM
AND THEN THE DOOR CLOSED.
PRISCILLA: WHAT? JEAN: YEAH.
PRISCILLA: AND YOU THINK IT WAS HIM.
JEAN: I MEAN, I THINK SO. OR A GHOST.
PRISCILLA: THAT'’S NOT FUNNY.
JEAN: I'’M TRYING TO LAUGH ABOUT IT.
PRISCILLA: WATCH YOURSELF.
JEAN: I WILL.
PRISCILLA: WHEN RICHARD GETS HERE.
I'’M GOING TO TALK TO HIM ABOUT
PUTTING A MAN ON HIS CLEANING DUTIES.
JEAN: OK. PRISCILLA: ALL RIGHT?
JEAN: I THINK THAT'’S A GOOD IDEA.
PRISCILLA: OK. LISTEN.
THIS FAMILY IS NOT LIKE
ANYTHING WE'’VE EVER SEEN.
JEAN: YEAH, WELL, THE LAST FAMILY...
PRISCILLA: WAS BAD BUT NOT THIS BAD.
JEAN: BUT THOSE LATE-NIGHT FAST-FOOD RUNS.
PRISCILLA: OH. SEE, I DIDN'’T MIND THAT.
I GOT TO REST. [BOTH CHUCKLE]
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
PRISCILLA: IT'’S HIS ROOM.
JEAN: YEAH.
PRISCILLA: GO ON AND I'’LL HAVE SAM STAND OUTSIDE.
[JEAN WHISPERS] Thank you.
PRISCILLA: YOU'’RE WELCOME.
SAM?
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
JASON: COME IN.
JEAN: GOOD MORNING, SIR.
JASON: PLEASE DON'’T CALL ME "SIR."
JEAN: IT'’S THE JOB.
JASON: I SEE.
JEAN: YOU RANG?
JASON: UH, YEAH. UM, I NEED MOUTHWASH.
JEAN: I'’LL JUST GO GET SOME.
JASON: I'’M SURE YOU PUT IT IN THE BATHROOM.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHECK?
JEAN: NO. IT'’S FINE. I CAN GRAB SOME MORE.
JASON: NO, NO, NO, NO. NO, GO CHECK. PLEASE.
JEAN: UH... JASON: I INSIST.
JEAN: YES, SIR.
[DOOR OPENS]
HERE IT IS.
JASON: OH.
YEAH, I DIDN'’T-- I DIDN'’T SEE IT.
JEAN: NO PROBLEM. SHALL I MOVE IT
SOMEWHERE ELSE FOR YOU?
JASON: HOW OLD ARE YOU?
JEAN: I'’M 28, SIR.
JASON: REALLY?
YOU--YOU LOOK SO MUCH YOUNGER.
JEAN: SO, DID YOU WANT ME TO PUT IT BACK WHERE IT WAS?
JASON: YEAH. THANK YOU.
[DOOR CLOSES]
JEAN: CAN I GET YOU ANYTHING ELSE, SIR?
JASON: THAT'’S A LOADED QUESTION.
JEAN: OK. IN THAT CASE,
JUST GIVE ME A CALL IF THERE'’S ANYTHING THAT YOU NEED.
EXCUSE ME...SIR.
JASON: THANK YOU.
JEAN: YOU'’RE WELCOME.
SAM: EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT?
JEAN: YES.
SAM: OK.
[JEAN WHISPERS] Look out.
KYLE: AHH.
GOOD MORNING, SIR.
DONALD: WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE?
KYLE: I CAME TO DRIVE YOU TO WORK, SIR.
DONALD: YOU ARE NOT DRIVING ME TO WORK.
KYLE: I'’D LIKE TO, SIR.
DONALD: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?
KYLE: I'’M JUST DOING MY JOB.
DONALD: WHAT YOU'’RE DOING IS STALKING.
KYLE: NO, SIR, I'’M NOT STALKING YOU.
I'’M NOT DOING THAT IN THE LEAST.
DONALD: WOULD YOU JUST GET LOST?
KYLE: SIR-- DONALD: STOP IT, KYLE.
STOP IT.
KYLE: WELL, SIR, IF YOU WANT,
YOU CAN HAVE ME MOVED TO ANOTHER TEAM.
DONALD: I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I CAN DO.
I'’LL HAVE YOU REASSIGNED WHEN I GET TO WORK.
KYLE: ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT, SIR?
DONALD: YES, YES.
YOU'’D BE BETTER WORKING WITH THE NEW A.G. HMM?
KYLE: IF YOU WISH, SIR.
DONALD: I'’LL BE DRIVING MYSELF.
YOU CAN LEAVE.
KYLE: YES, SIR.
DONALD: AND DO NOT FOLLOW ME.
KYLE: NO, SIR.
HUNTER: SO, HOW WAS YOUR FIRST NIGHT HERE?
JASON: CREEPY.
VICTORIA: STOP IT. WE COULDN'’T BE MORE FORTUNATE.
JASON: IF YOU SAY SO.
VICTORIA: I DO.
JASON: HOW WAS YOUR NIGHT?
HUNTER: IT WAS GOOD.
JASON: I BET.
VICTORIA: WHAT'’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?
JASON: I JUST KNOW HE HAD A GOOD NIGHT.
VICTORIA: JASON...
JASON: MOTHER...
VICTORIA: ARE YOU EXPLORING AGAIN?
JASON: WHATEVER DO YOU MEAN?
HUNTER: YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT SHE MEANS.
JASON: NO.
HUNTER: JASON...
YOU'’RE NOT TO BE WANDERING AROUND THIS PLACE.
JASON: DAD, HOW COULD I DO THAT?
THE SECRET SERVICE ARE SO AMAZING.
HUNTER: WE'’RE NOT IN THE GOVERNOR'’S MANSION ANYMORE.
THEY'’LL SHOW YOU JUST HOW AMAZING THEY ARE.
JASON: YES, SIR.
VICTORIA: WHERE'’S YOUR SISTER?
JASON: I DON'’T KNOW.
VICTORIA: EXCUSE ME,
WILL YOU CHECK ON MY DAUGHTER?
PRISCILLA: YES, MA'’AM.
VICTORIA: IF SHE DOESN'’T ANSWER, GO INTO HER ROOM.
PRISCILLA: YES, MA'’AM.
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
JEAN: I SEE THAT LOOK.
DEEP BREATH, PRISCILLA.
[BOTH EXHALE]
JEAN: OK.
[PRISCILLA SIGHS]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
MISS FRANKLIN?
GAYLE: WHO THE HELL TOLD YOU TO COME IN HERE?
PRISCILLA: YOUR MOTHER, MA'’AM.
GAYLE: GET THE HELL OUT. PRISCILLA: YES, MA'’AM.
GAYLE: WAIT. WHAT DID YOU SEE?
PRISCILLA: I SAW NOTHING, MA'’AM.
GAYLE: OH. YOU'’RE LYING.
LOOK AT ME. LOOK AT ME!
YOU JUST CAME IN HERE TO EMBARRASS ME, DIDN'’T YOU?
PRISCILLA: NO, MA'’AM.
GAYLE: THEN WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN HERE?
PRISCILLA: YOUR MOTHER WOULD LIKE YOU IN
THE DINING ROOM FOR BREAKFAST.
GAYLE: "BREAKFAST" HAS A "T," BITCH.
IT'’S "BREAKFAST."
I SAID GET OUT!
WHAT?
YOU TELL SOMEONE WHAT YOU SAW
AND I WILL HAVE YOU FIRED.
PRISCILLA: YES, MA'’AM.
GAYLE: OH, YOU DON'’T THINK THAT I CAN?
PRISCILLA: YES, YOU CAN.
GAYLE: WHERE'’S THAT BUTLER'’S SON AT?
PRISCILLA: MA'’AM?
GAYLE: THAT BUTLER. HIS SON.
WHERE IS HE?
PRISCILLA: I'’M NOT SURE, MA'’AM.
GAYLE: YOU KNOW HE TRIED TO RAPE ME.
PRISCILLA: IS THAT SO?
GAYLE: YOU DON'’T BELIEVE ME?
PRISCILLA: WELL, YESTERDAY, YOU SAID HE RAPED YOU.
SO, DID HE OR DID HE TRY?
GAYLE: THERE'’S A "P-E-D" IN "RAPED."
AND WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION ME?
PRISCILLA: OH, I'’M NOT QUESTIONING YOU, MA'’AM.
I'’M JUST ASKING.
GAYLE: WELL, HE TRIED.
AND I FOUGHT HIM OFF.
DID THEY TAKE HIM TO JAIL?
PRISCILLA: I'’M NOT SURE, MA'’AM.
GAYLE: HMPH. WELL, HE SHOULD BE IN JAIL.
HE'’S A TERRIBLE PERSON.
PRISCILLA: AGAIN, YOUR FAMILY WOULD LIKE YOU
IN THE DINING ROOM FOR BREAKFAST.
GAYLE: YOU DON'’T AGREE?
PRISCILLA: I'’VE KNOWN HIM ALL HIS LIFE.
HE'’S A GREAT KID.
I'’VE NEVER KNOWN HIM TO DO ANYTHING
REMOTELY CLOSE TO HARMING SOMEONE.
GAYLE: YEAH, WELL, YOU DON'’T KNOW HIM.
PRISCILLA: NO, I DO.
BUT YOU KNOW WHO I DIDN'’T KNOW
WAS EMMETT TILL.
GAYLE: WHO THE HELL IS EMMETT TILL?
PRISCILLA: HE'’S A BOY WHO WAS 13 YEARS OLD
WHO WAS KILLED BY SOME VERY ANGRY PEOPLE
BECAUSE SOMEONE ACCUSED HIM OF SOMETHING HE DID NOT DO.
GAYLE: YEAH, I KNOW WHO HE IS. GET OUT.
PRISCILLA: CERTAINLY, MA'’AM.
[DOOR CLOSES]
SHARON: SEE, MA'’AM, IT SAYS TWICE A DAY.
SEE IT?
WOMAN: BUT I CAN'’T READ THAT.
IT'’S SO SMALL.
SHARON: MA'’AM, THAT'’S WHAT IT SAYS.
WOMAN: ARE YOU SURE?
SHARON: I'’M LOOKING AT IT.
WOMAN: NO, IT DON'’T SAY THAT.
SHARON: WELL, WHAT DOES IT SAY?
WOMAN: YOU GETTING HUFFY WITH ME?
SHARON: NO, MA'’AM. MAN: ALL RIGHT, HEY, SHARON,
I GOT IT.
HEY, MS. JACKSON. IT'’S GOOD TO SEE YOU.
THIS IS A MAGNIFYING GLASS. OK?
YOU SEE--SEE WHAT IT SAYS RIGHT THERE?
MS. JACKSON: OH, YES. YES, I SEE IT.
OH, YES, YES, YES.
MAN: OK. HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE IT?
ON THE HOUSE.
MS. JACKSON: YOU TRYING TO UPSET ME?
MAN: NO. NO, MA'’AM, NO.
IT'’S THE THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A VALUED CUSTOMER
HERE AT RICHARDSON PHARMACY.
MS. JACKSON: WELL, THANK YOU,
BUT YOU BETTER DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT GIRL.
MAN: I WILL. I REALLY WILL.
MS. JACKSON: '’CAUSE, SEE, I HAVE SUPPORTED
YOU AND YOUR DADDY FOR MANY YEARS NOW.
MAN: YES, MA'’AM. MS. JACKSON: '’CAUSE YOU'’RE BLACK-OWNED.
BUT AIN'’T GONNA TAKE NO SASS.
MAN: YES, MA'’AM.
MS. JACKSON: AIN'’T GONNA DO THAT.
THAT'’S--AIN'’T GONNA DO THAT. IT AIN'’T MY NATURE.
MAN: ALL RIGHT. I COMPLETELY AGREE.
THANK YOU.
MS. JACKSON: BETTER GET Y'’ALL SHIT TOGETHER.
I DON'’T TAKE NO SASS.
MAN: MS. JACKSON, I NEED THAT MAGNIFYING GLASS BACK.
IT'’S--IT'’S OK.
MS. JACKSON: YOU TOLD ME IT WAS MINE AND I COULD HAVE IT FOR FREE.
MAN: YES, MA'’AM. MS. JACKSON: NOW YOU GONNA TAKE THAT BACK?
MAN: NO. NO. ALL YOURS.
MS. JACKSON: GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, BOY.
GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER.
MAN: YES, MA'’AM.
MS. JACKSON: '’CAUSE MY MONEY BLACK.
MAN: I UNDERSTAND.
MS. JACKSON: AND I DON'’T SPEND MY MONEY...
MAN: RIGHT. MS. JACKSON: AND TAKE NO SASS.
MAN: YES, MA'’AM.
MS. JACKSON: I TELL YOU WHAT.
MAN: YES, MA'’AM. MS. JACKSON: THAT GIRL, LOOKING BACK THERE.
YOU BETTER LOOK AT ME. [INDISTINCT].
I USED TO REALLY BE SEXY.
[MAN LAUGHS] MS. JACKSON: WHEN I WAS UNDERAGE
AND I WAS SASSY, TOO.
I'’M 93 NOW. I KNOW WHAT TO DO.
MAN: YOU DON'’T LOOK A DAY OVER 50, MS. JACKSON.
MS. JACKSON: I BELIEVE IT.
BUT Y'’ALL BETTER GET Y'’ALL'’S SHIT TOGETHER.
MAN: YES, MS. JACKSON. I'’LL SEE YOU SUNDAY.
MS. JACKSON: I DON'’T TAKE NO SASS.
MAN: YOU'’RE BEING REAL SHORT TODAY, SHARON.
SHARON: I'’M...SORRY.
MAN: MUST BE THAT TRAP STAR BOYFRIEND OF YOURS.
SHARON: DON'’T...[SIGH]
CAN WE JUST GET BACK TO WORK?
MAN: WORK, YEAH, WORK, WORK.
WORK, WORK, WORK, WORK, WORK.
WHEN DID I BECOME THE ENEMY?
SHARON: WHEN YOU KEEP TALKING ABOUT HIM.
I TOLD YOU I DON'’T LIKE YOU BRINGING HIM UP, OK?
MAN: JUST BECAUSE OF HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOU?
OR IS IT BECAUSE OF HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT ME?
SHARON: I DON'’T FEEL ANY WAY ABOUT YOU.
MAN: OK. ALL RIGHT. I JUST--
I'’M SORRY. I THOUGHT--YOU KNOW.
I COULD TELL YOU WERE GOING THROUGH SOMETHING.
I WANT TO MAKE SURE YOU'’RE OK.
SHARON, I CARE ABOUT YOU,
AND I DON'’T WANT YOU TO BE--
SHARON: YOU HAVE A CUSTOMER.
MAN: HI, SIR. HOW YOU DOING?
[RICHARD SIGHS]
PRISCILLA: OH, GOOD MORNING.
RICHARD: GOOD MORNING.
PRISCILLA: IT'’S NOT LIKE YOU TO BE LATE.
RICHARD: 3 MINUTES.
PRISCILLA: THAT'’S A LIFETIME FOR YOU.
RICHARD: LAY OFF.
PRISCILLA: I'’M SORRY.
[RICHARD SIGHS] ARE THEY UP?
PRISCILLA: YES. THEY'’VE STARTED BREAKFAST
RICHARD: HAVE THEY SAID ANYTHING?
PRISCILLA: IT'’S LIKE NOTHING EVER HAPPENED.
[RICHARD SIGHS] THAT GIRL CAN ACCUSE MY SON
OF RAPE AND NOTHING?
PRISCILLA: AND SHE'’S STILL SAYING IT.
RICHARD: IS SHE?
PRISCILLA: EXCEPT SHE SAID THAT HE TRIED TO.
RICHARD: CAN'’T GET HER DAMN STORY STRAIGHT.
PRISCILLA: HIS FIRST DAUGHTER IS A MESS.
RICHARD: YEAH. I GATHERED.
PRISCILLA: OH, YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
RICHARD: WHAT HAPPENED?
PRISCILLA: I TOLD HER ABOUT EMMETT TILL.
RICHARD: A LOT OF HELP THAT'’S GONNA DO.
PRISCILLA: IT'’S WORTH A TRY.
RICHARD: BUT IF SHE TELLS HER PARENTS...
PRISCILLA: THEY DON'’T BELIEVE HER.
RICHARD: HOW DO YOU KNOW?
PRISCILLA: NOT ONE MENTION OF IT.
BUT THEY WANT COFFEE.
RICHARD: I'’LL GO.
PRISCILLA: ARE YOU SURE?
RICHARD: YEAH, IF THEY'’RE GONNA SAY SOMETHING...
NOW WOULD BE THE TIME.
PRISCILLA: OK.
VICTORIA: WELL. HOW NICE OF YOU TO JOIN US.
HUNTER: HEY, HONEY. HOW ARE YOU?
GAYLE: WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?
HUNTER: ONE THAT IS APPROPRIATE.
GAYLE: I'’M FINE.
HUNTER: HEY.
WE'’RE GONNA TAKE CARE OF HIM.
GAYLE: OF WHO?
HUNTER: THAT BOY THAT HURT YOU.
JASON: WHAT BOY?
GAYLE: SHUT UP.
JASON: WHAT BOY?
HUNTER: WHEN DONALD COMES IN,
I WANT TO TALK TO HIM.
THAT BOY IS GONNA GET WHAT'’S COMING TO HIM.
YOU HOLD YOUR HEAD UP.
[VICTORIA LAUGHS]
HUNTER: IS SOMETHING FUNNY, DEAR?
VICTORIA: HOLD YOUR HEAD UP?
WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO? MOTIVATE HER?
YOU DO KNOW WHAT SHE'’S CLAIMING, DON'’T YOU?
HUNTER: CAN'’T YOU EVER SHUT UP?
VICTORIA: NARCISSISTS DON'’T KNOW EMPATHY. CLASSIC.
JASON: WE'’RE A FAMILY FULL OF THEM, AREN'’T WE?
RICHARD: GOOD MORNING.
HUNTER: GOOD MORNING. VICTORIA: MORNING.
RICHARD: COFFEE? HUNTER: YES, PLEASE.
JASON: SO, WHO ARE YOU?
RICHARD: I AM THE HEAD BUTLER.
WE MET YESTERDAY.
HUNTER: THE HEAD BUTLER.
RICHARD: YES, SIR.
CAN I GET YOU ANYTHING?
HUNTER: WAS YOUR SON HERE YESTERDAY?
RICHARD: YES, SIR, HE WAS.
HUNTER: JASON, LEAVE THE ROOM, PLEASE.
JASON: WHY?
HUNTER: BECAUSE I SAID SO.
DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TROUBLE YOUR SON IS IN?
RICHARD: SIR, WITH ALL DUE RESPECT--
HUNTER: WHY WOULD YOU BRING HIM HERE?
RICHARD: SIR...
MY SON IS INCAPABLE
OF DOING ANYTHING LIKE THAT.
HUNTER: SO, YOU'’RE CALLING MY DAUGHTER A LIAR.
RICHARD: I AM SAYING THAT MY SON
HAS BEEN COMING HERE SINCE HE WAS A CHILD.
HE HAS PLAYED WITH THE CHILDREN
OF THE LAST TWO PRESIDENTS.
SIR, HE'’S A GOOD BOY.
HUNTER: WHO RAPED MY DAUGHTER.
YOU'’RE FIRED.
GET OUT OF MY SIGHT.
GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE NOW.
RICHARD: AHEM.
PRISCILLA: HOW'’D IT GO?
RICHARD: HE FIRED ME.
PRISCILLA: WHAT? RICHARD.
[WHISPERS] What?
VICTORIA: NICE PASSION.
OVERPLAYED BUT NICE.
HUNTER: WILL YOU SHUT UP?
HONEY, I WANT TO TAKE CARE OF THAT BOY.
VICTORIA: ARE YOU GONNA TELL HIM THE TRUTH?
SO, YOU WILL TAKE THAT LIE TO YOUR GRAVE, WON'’T YOU?
YOU ARE A WICKED, LITTLE TROLL.
HUNTER: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
VICTORIA: SHE LIED.
HUNTER: WHAT? VICTORIA: THAT BOY
DIDN'’T TOUCH HER.
HUNTER: YOU NEVER BELIEVE HER.
VICTORIA: HUNTER, DON'’T BE SO STUPID.
THIS IS THE WHITE HOUSE.
THERE'’S SURVEILLANCE EVERYWHERE.
HAVE THEM PLAY IT BACK FOR YOU.
GAYLE: EVEN IN MY ROOM?
VICTORIA: EVERYWHERE.
TELL HIM THE TRUTH.
GAYLE: HE DIDN'’T DO ANYTHING. I WAS DRUNK.
HUNTER: WHY WOULD YOU LIE ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT?
VICTORIA: WELL, SHE IS YOUR DAUGHTER, SO...
HUNTER: GO TO YOUR ROOM. NOW.
[SIGHS]
VICTORIA: HUNTER, THAT MAN HAS BEEN WORKING HERE FOR YEARS.
YOU GET HIM BACK HERE AND APOLOGIZE.
HUNTER: YEAH. I WILL. I WILL.
WAIT. THERE'’S CAMERAS EVERYWHERE?
VICTORIA: WOULDN'’T YOU LIKE TO KNOW?
[CHUCKLES]
KYLE: HOW IS HE?
JERRY: HE PASSED OUT FROM THE THING.
KYLE: HE EVER SAY ANYTHING?
JERRY: NOPE. NOTHING.
KYLE: HEY, JERRY...
THERE ANYBODY ELSE HERE?
JERRY: NO, SIR. JUST BE YOU.
KYLE: AND YOU REALLY COULDN'’T GET HIM TO TALK.
JERRY: NO.
KYLE: WELL, I BET I CAN.
JERRY: YOU ALWAYS DO.
KYLE: GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.
JERRY: YES, SIR.
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
KYLE: I GOT IT, GUYS.
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
[KYLE SNIFFS]
MWAH! RISE AND SHINE!
GOOD MORNING.
BOBBY: I'’M GONNA KILL YOU.
KYLE: HOW ARE YOU, TOO?
BOBBY: IF YOU EVER PUT YOUR LIPS ON ME AGAIN...
KYLE HA HA! AH, BUT THEY'’RE SO
FULL AND BEAUTIFUL.
BOBBY: GET ME OUT OF HERE, KYLE.
KYLE: DID YOU TALK TO THEM?
BOBBY: YOU KNOW DAMN WELL I DIDN'’T.
KYLE: SO, WHAT HAPPENED?
BOBBY: NOTHING.
NOW GET ME SOME PAIN MEDS.
KYLE: WHY DID SHE SHOOT YOU?
BOBBY? BOBBY: I DON'’T KNOW.
SHE GOT SPOOKED.
KYLE: BY?
BOBBY: YOUR GUY.
GET ME SOME PAIN MEDS.
KYLE: OH, COME ON.
BOBBY: AAH! KYLE: I THOUGHT YOU LIKED THE PAIN!
BOBBY: YOU ASSHOLE.
THIS IS A CLEAN SHOT?
KYLE: YES, RANGER. THROUGH AND THROUGH.
BOBBY: OH, DAMMIT.
I DIDN'’T THINK SHE WOULD DO IT.
[INDISTINCT].
KYLE: ALL RIGHT.
JUST HANG IN THERE. YOU'’RE GONNA BE FINE.
BOBBY: GET ME OUT OF HERE, KYLE.
KYLE: YOU SURE YOU DIDN'’T TALK TO THEM?
BOBBY: WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU?
YOU SEE WHAT THEY DID TO ME.
KYLE: THEN WHAT HAPPENED?
BOBBY: NOTHING HAPPENED.
KYLE: YOU'’RE TELLING ME THAT YOU WEREN'’T THERE
TO HAVE SEX WITH HER.
BOBBY: NO.
SHE BARELY TALKED TO ME ON THE FLIGHT.
BEAT HER HOME TO DO A LITTLE RECON.
SOMEHOW, SHE CAME HOME [INDISTINCT].
KYLE: YOU'’RE LYING.
BOBBY: WHY WOULD I LIE TO YOU?
KYLE: I HAD A MAN THERE WATCHING YOU.
BOBBY: GOOD. HE'’LL TELL YOU
THE SAME THING I JUST DID.
NOW GET ME OUT OF HERE BEFORE THESE ASSHOLES COME BACK.
I DON'’T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE OF THIS I CAN TAKE.
KYLE: YOU'’RE SO SEXY.
[BOBBY MOANING]
KYLE: IN HERE ALL VULNERABLE.
BOBBY: KYLE!
KYLE: NICE.
BOBBY: YOU REALLY GONNA DO THIS RIGHT NOW?
[BOBBY MOANING]
KYLE: NO, I'’M NOT. I LIKE TO BE DOMINATED,
NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND.
BOBBY: GOOD. GET THESE CUFFS OFF ME.
KYLE: YEAH.
ALL RIGHT. COME ON.
BOBBY: YOU GOTTA HELP ME. KYLE: NO.
COME ON. LET'’S GO.
BOBBY: ASSHOLE.
AAH! UHH. UHH.
AY! UHH. UHH. MM. UHH.
KYLE: NICE ASS.
BOBBY: UHH. THANK YOU.
[INDISTINCT],
OOH!
BARRY: THESE ARE THE CUSTODY PAPERS
SIGNED BY A JUDGE.
WOMAN: OK.
BARRY: OK, SO, ARE YOU GONNA PICK HER UP?
WOMAN: AH. DO YOU KNOW HER WHEREABOUTS?
BARRY: NO.
WOMAN: OK.
DO YOU HAVE A PICTURE?
NANCY: YES. RIGHT HERE.
HERE.
WOMAN: WHERE WAS SHE LAST SEEN?
BARRY: I HAVE TOLD YOU THIS ALREADY.
SHE CAME INTO THE HOUSE AND TOOK HER.
NANCY: BARRY. BARRY: SHE--
NANCY: CALM DOWN.
SHE'’S WITH THE RAKUDUSHIS.
WOMAN: OK. SIT TIGHT.
BE RIGHT BACK.
BARRY: SHIT. THEY'’RE NOT GONNA DO NOTHING.
NANCY: YES, THEY WILL.
BARRY, I KNOW YOU'’RE MAD AT ME.
BARRY: I'’M NOT MAD AT YOU.
NANCY: I THINK YOU ARE.
BARRY: I'’M MAD AT HER.
NANCY: AND ME.
BARRY: NO, IT'’S--
NANCY: GO ON. TELL ME.
BARRY: TELL YOU WHAT?
NANCY: SON, TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL.
BARRY: LOOK, MAN, THIS IS NOT THE TIME
OR THE PLACE TO BE DOING THIS.
NANCY: GET IT OFF YOU, OK? TELL ME.
SO YOU CAN STOP TAKING IT OUT ON SHARON.
BARRY: THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH SHARON.
NANCY: I THINK IT DOES.
BARRY: YOU DON'’T KNOW.
NANCY: Y'’ALL HAVING PROBLEMS?
BARRY: I JUST...
NANCY: JUST WHAT? TELL ME.
BARRY: MA, HOW COULD YOU DO THAT
AFTER I TOLD YOU NOT TO?
YOU--YOU SAY I'’M A KID. I SWEAR,
YOU ARE A CHILD SOMETIMES.
I KNEW SHE WOULD. I KNEW SHE WOULD DO THAT.
AND IT WAS...DAMN STUPID FOR YOU
TO LET HER IN THAT HOUSE.
NANCY: I'’M SORRY.
BARRY: WELL, YOU ASKED.
NANCY: YOU'’RE RIGHT.
BARRY: MA, I LOVE YOU, OK?
I STILL LOVE YOU, OK?
NANCY: I LOVE YOU, TOO, SON.
I WAS JUST...I WAS JUST TRYING TO DO THE RIGHT THING.
BARRY: I'’M SURE YOU WERE, MOM.
NANCY: JUST TRYING TO MAKE PEACE.
BARRY: MA...WHEN HAVE YOU EVER KNOWN THE DEVIL
TO WANT PEACE?
WOMAN: OK.
SO, YOU SAID THE WOMAN IS WITH THE RAKUDUSHIS CULT.
BARRY: YES.
WOMAN: AND WHAT'’S HER NAME?
BARRY: RUTH HARTMAN. I TOLD YOU THAT.
WOMAN: DOES SHE HAVE ANY SCARS OR TATTOOS?
NANCY: YEAH, SHE-- SHE HAS A TATTOO.
BARRY: YEAH. IT SAYS "BARRY" ON HER SHOULDER.
WOMAN: IS THAT THE TATTOO?
BARRY: YES.
WOMAN: AND IS THIS HER?
NANCY: WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?
WOMAN: THAT'’S WHAT WE'’RE TRYING TO FIND OUT.
BARRY: WHERE'’S MY DAUGHTER AT?
WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER AT?
MAN: NEXT ON "THE OVAL"...
WOMAN: IS THAT HER? GAYLE: GO TO HELL.
VICTORIA: I'’VE BEEN IN HELL SINCE THE DAY YOU WERE BORN.
GAYLE: OK, THEN LEAVE ME ALONE.
RICHARD: I GOT FIRED. MAN: WHAT?
RICHARD: THE PRESIDENT FIRED ME.
HUNTER: I'’M SURPRISED YOU'’RE EVEN HERE
WITH THAT HOT PIECE YOU CALL A WIFE WAITING AT HOME.
DONALD: ACTUALLY, SHE'’S WITH YOUR WIFE.
HUNTER: WHY?
PRISCILLA: I SAW THE FIRST DAUGHTER TAKING SELFIES.
NAKED ONES.
VICTORIA: DO YOU KNOW WHY I BROUGHT YOU HERE?
LILLY: TO GO SHOPPING WITH YOU.
VICTORIA: NO, DEAR. I BROUGHT YOU HERE
SO THAT YOU COULD UNDERSTAND WHO I AM.