HUNTER: YOU'’RE FIRED. GET OUT OF MY SIGHT. GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE.
MAN: PREVIOUSLY ON "THE OVAL"...
VICTORIA: TELL HIM THE TRUTH. GAYLE: HE DIDN'’T DO ANYTHING.
HUNTER: WHY WOULD YOU LIE ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT?
KYLE: WHAT HAPPENED WITH HER? BOBBY: NOTHING.
KYLE: YOU'’RE TELLING ME THAT YOU WEREN'’T THERE
TO HAVE SEX WITH HER. BOBBY: NO.
RICHARD: GIVE ME THE GUN. BARRY: I'’M NOT GIVING--DAD!
[GUNFIRE] WOMAN SCREAMING: AAH, THEY SHOT HIM!
AAH, THEY SHOT HIM!
DONALD: I'’LL HAVE YOU REASSIGNED WHEN I GET TO WORK.
KYLE: ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT, SIR?
DONALD: YOU'’D BE BETTER WORKING WITH THE NEW A.G.
WOMAN: YOU SAID THE WOMAN IS WITH THE RAKUDUSHIS CULT.
BARRY: YES. WOMAN: IS THIS HER?
NANCY: WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?
WOMAN: THAT'’S WHAT WE'’RE TRYING TO FIND OUT, MA'’AM.
BARRY: WHAT ABOUT MY DAUGHTER?
WOMAN: I DON'’T KNOW.
BARRY: WAS SHE WITH HER?
WOMAN: SIR, I--I REALLY DON'’T
HAVE ANY MORE INFORMATION JUST YET.
NANCY: SO, ARE YOU--
ARE YOU SAYING THAT RUTH IS DEAD?
WOMAN: WELL, WE'’RE NOT SURE.
NANCY: WELL, WHY WOULD YOU ASK THAT THEN?
WOMAN: BECAUSE I NEED SOMEONE TO IDENTIFY THE BODY FIRST.
NANCY: I-I CAN'’T DO THAT.
WOMAN: OK. CAN YOU, SIR?
BARRY: I JUST--I JUST--
I JUST WANT MY DAUGHTER.
WOMAN: I UNDERSTAND THAT.
AND HELPING ME IDENTIFY THIS JANE DOE
MIGHT BE A START WITH THAT.
BARRY: WHERE IS SHE? WOMAN: SHE'’S IN THE MORGUE.
BARRY: TAKE ME THERE.
NANCY: SON, I'’M GONNA WAIT RIGHT HERE.
BARRY: ALL RIGHT. OK.
SAM: SHOULDN'’T YOU BE UPSTAIRS?
RICHARD: I GOT FIRED.
SAM: WHAT? RICHARD: YES.
SAM: WAIT A MINUTE, WAIT. LET ME--LET ME TALK TO--
RICHARD: THE PRESIDENT FIRED ME.
THERE IS NOBODY TO TALK TO.
SAM: RICHARD.
RICHARD: YEAH, I KNOW.
SAM: IS THIS ABOUT YOUR SON? RICHARD: YES.
THIS IS ABOUT THAT GIRL.
SAM: THAT'’S WHAT I MEAN. SHE LIED.
RICHARD: I KNOW THAT, SAM, BUT APPARENTLY,
HER PARENTS BELIEVE HER.
SAM: HEY, YOU'’VE BEEN HERE LONGER THAN I HAVE.
WE NEED TO TALK TO HER.
RICHARD: THERE'’S NOTHING WE CAN DO.
SAM: THIS AIN'’T RIGHT.
RICHARD: LOOK...IT'’S FINE.
I MEAN, IT HAPPENS.
SAM: NOT LIKE THIS IT DON'’T.
[RICHARD SIGHS]
SAM, JUST CLEAR ME OUT OF HERE.
SAM: JUST WAIT UNTIL THE CHIEF OF STAFF COMES IN
SO WE CAN TALK TO HIM. HE'’S ON HIS WAY.
RICHARD: I AM NOT BEGGING THESE PEOPLE FOR MY JOB.
LOOK, I KNOW WHAT I DO AROUND HERE.
SAM: JUST WAIT. JUST WAIT, PLEASE.
RICHARD: SAM, I AM GOING HOME.
SAM: HAVE A SEAT, PLEASE.
RICHARD: I'’LL STAND.
HEY, SAM, YOU TURN THAT UP?
WOMAN ON TV: MY FATHER WAS JUST SLEEPING IN HIS BED.
WE HAVE TO STOP THIS VIOLENCE.
I WANT WHOEVER DID THIS CAUGHT.
FEMALE REPORTER ON TV: OF COURSE YOU DO.
NOW, D.C. POLICE ARE LOOKING INTO SURVEILLANCE VIDEO
FROM SEVERAL NEIGHBORHOOD CAMERAS.
NEEDLESS TO SAY, NEIGHBORS HERE ARE IN AN UPROAR.
NOW, MR. FIELDS WAS A PILLAR OF THIS COMMUNITY
AND A DEACON AT THE HILLSIDE CHURCH.
THE FAMILY IS HOLDING A VIGIL TONIGHT FOR THE MURDERED MAN,
AND POLICE ARE EXPECTED TO BE IN ATTENDANCE.
BACK TO YOU, JUNE.
SAM: YOU SURE YOU DON'’T WANT TO SIT?
RICHARD: I'’LL SPEND THE NIGHT HERE.
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 ♪
SAM: PEOPLE HAVE LOST THEIR MINDS.
RICHARD: SAM.
SAM: YEAH?
RICHARD: I NEED YOUR HELP.
SAM: WHAT'’S GOING ON?
RICHARD: IT'’S RUTH.
SHE TOOK CALLIE.
SAM: WHAT?
RICHARD: YEAH, NANCY AND BARRY ARE DOWN THERE
AT THE POLICE STATION.
I DON'’T KNOW HOW MUCH HELP THEY'’RE GONNA BE.
SAM: YEAH.
LET ME MAKE SOME PHONE CALLS
AND SEE WHAT KIND OF FAVORS I CAN PULL.
RICHARD: THANK YOU. THAT-THAT WOULD MEAN THE WORLD TO ME.
SAM: OK. SIT TIGHT.
RICHARD: THANKS.
MAN: ALL YOURS.
WOMAN: IS THAT HER?
BARRY: WHAT HAPPENED TO HER FACE?
WOMAN: MUTILATED. IS THAT HER?
[BARRY CLEARS THROAT]
IT LOOKS LIKE HER. IT'’S THE...
THE TATTOO MATCHES AND I RECOGNIZE THE SCAR.
WOMAN: OK. SO, IS THAT A POSITIVE I.D.?
BARRY: YES. WOMAN: OK. GOT AN I.D.
BARRY: WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?
WOMAN: SHE WAS STABBED IN THE CHEST.
BARRY: WHERE WAS SHE FOUND?
WOMAN: ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD.
BARRY: WHERE?
MAN: BENTON STREET, UNDER THE BRIDGE.
BARRY: DID SHE...DID SHE HAVE ANYTHING ON HER?
MAN: NAKED AS A JAYBIRD.
BARRY: HOW WILL I FIND MY DAUGHTER?
WOMAN: COME ON, LET'’S GO. WE'’RE INTO THIS.
COME ON.
SAM: GOOD MORNING, SIR. DONALD: GOOD MORNING.
SAM: EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT LAST NIGHT?
DONALD: YES. DID YOU GET ANY INFORMATION ON HIM?
SAM: YES. WE HAVE A FILE.
IT'’S ON YOUR DESK, SIR.
DONALD: OK.
DO YOU KNOW HOW KYLE WAS ASSIGNED TO ME?
SAM: HE REQUESTED IT, SIR.
DONALD: CHANGE HIM OUT.
SAM: DID HE DO SOMETHING WRONG?
DONALD: NO, HE'’S JUST
NOT A GOOD FIT FOR MY WIFE AND I.
SAM: YES, SIR.
SIR...MAY I SPEAK FREELY?
DONALD: WHAT IS IT, SAM?
SAM: RICHARD.
DONALD: THE BUTLER?
SAM: YES. HE WAS FIRED.
DONALD: BY WHO? SAM: THE PRESIDENT, SIR.
DONALD: THERE'’S NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT THAT.
SAM: SIR, HE'’S A GOOD MAN AND NEEDED AROUND HERE.
DONALD: WELL, HE SHOULD'’VE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT...
SAM: SIR, YOU KNOW HIS SON DID NOT DO THAT.
DONALD: YOU KNOW WHAT? I'’LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO.
SAM: I'’LL HAVE HIM WAIT, SIR...
DONALD: NO, NO, NO, YOU WON'’T,
BECAUSE IT WON'’T BE TODAY.
I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT.
SAM: YES, SIR.
HIS FILE IS ON YOUR DESK AS WELL.
DONALD: GET HIM OUT OF HERE, OK?
SAM: YES, SIR.
[RICHARD SIGHS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
I TOLD YOU.
SAM: HE'’LL CALL YOU.
RICHARD: YEAH, RIGHT.
SAM: HE WILL.
RICHARD: NOW I HAVE TO GO HOME AND EXPLAIN THIS TO NANCY.
[SIGH]
[CLATTER]
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
KYLE: YEAH?
SAM: IT'’S SAM.
KYLE: I JUST GOT HOME, MAN.
I NEED TWO HOURS OF SLEEP.
SAM: TAKE THE DAY.
KYLE: WHAT-WHAT? NO, I--I'’LL BE IN.
SAM: LISTEN, HE DOESN'’T WANT YOU ON HIS DETAIL.
KYLE: WHAT?
SAM: NO.
KYLE: HE SAID THAT. SAM: YES. YES, HE DID.
KYLE: OK.
SAM: WHAT'’D YOU DO?
KYLE: NOTHING.
SAM: IT DOESN'’T SEEM LIKE NOTHING TO ME.
KYLE: WELL, WHAT DID HE SAY?
SAM: SAID HE WANTED SOMEONE ELSE.
KYLE: OK. FINE.
SAM: DID YOU TAKE CARE OF OUR ISSUE?
KYLE: YEAH, IT'’S DONE.
SAM: GONE? KYLE: YES.
SAM: DID HE TALK? KYLE: NO.
NO, HE SURE DIDN'’T.
SAM: I TOLD YOU YOU WOULDN'’T GET ANYTHING OUT OF HIM.
KYLE: I'’LL TALK TO YOU LATER, SAM.
SAM: ALL RIGHT. GET SOME REST.
[BEEP]
[KYLE SIGHS]
BOBBY: WHAT'’S THAT ABOUT?
KYLE: NOTHING.
BOBBY: COME ON, MAN. DON'’T LEAVE ME IN THE DARK.
KYLE: WILL YOU JUST HURRY UP AND GET BETTER
SO YOU CAN GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE?
BOBBY: IT'’S LIKE THAT?
[KYLE SNIFFS]
SON OF A BITCH IS REPLACING ME.
BOBBY: I DON'’T SEE WHY YOU JUST DON'’T GO AFTER HIM.
KYLE: SHUT UP.
BOBBY: THIS IS A LOT OF EFFORT.
KYLE: I SAID SHUT UP.
BOBBY: AND IT MAY NOT WORK.
KYLE: WELL, IT WOULD HAVE WORKED IF YOU'’D
DONE WHAT THE HELL I TOLD YOU.
BOBBY: YEAH, YEAH.
KYLE: STOP TALKING. YOU'’RE GETTING BLOOD ON MY SHEETS.
BOBBY: TO HELL WITH YOUR SHEETS.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR] DONALD: KNOCK, KNOCK.
HUNTER: THERE HE IS.
DONALD: HOW'’S YOUR FIRST DAY?
HUNTER: I DON'’T KNOW. YOU TELL ME.
YOU READY TO GET STARTED? DONALD: YES.
YOU'’VE GOT A VERY BUSY SCHEDULE. DO YOU MIND?
HUNTER: PLEASE. DONALD: OK.
SO, WE'’VE GOT A VERY BUSY SCHEDULE, BUT FIRST,
I WANT TO START WITH THE PARIS ACCORD.
HUNTER: IF THIS DESK COULD TALK.
DONALD: SIR?
HUNTER: THE NIGHT I HAD IN HERE LAST NIGHT. OOF.
DONALD: YOU AND THE FIRST LADY, HUH, SIR?
HUNTER: OH. BITE YOUR TONGUE.
DONALD: I SHOULD'’VE KNOWN.
SO, THE PARIS ACCORD IS COMING UP, AND...
HUNTER: SHE DOES THIS THING. SHE LICKS ME EVERYWHERE.
AND I MEAN EVERYWHERE.
DONALD: MM.
HUNTER: IT'’S LIKE...IT'’S LIKE SHE'’S REALLY IMPRESSED
I'’M THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.
DONALD: WELL...YOU ARE, SIR.
HUNTER: HMM.
DONALD: SO, THE SENATE MAJORITY LEADER WANTS TO...
HUNTER: I WANT HER TO COME BACK TONIGHT.
MAKE THAT HAPPEN?
DONALD: WELL, SIR, I CAN TALK TO MAX
AND HE CAN GET HER, HUH?
[HUNTER SNAPS FINGERS] YOU DO THAT.
GIVE THESE TO THE VICE. OHH. I WANT TO GO GOLFING.
DONALD: WELL, SIR, YOU KNOW, I DON'’T THINK
THAT WOULD BE SUCH A GOOD LOOK ON YOUR FIRST DAY, HUH?
HUNTER: AHH, THE HELL WITH THE LOOK.
DONALD: YOU KNOW WHAT?
WHY DON'’T WE SCHEDULE THE MEETINGS
AND THEN JUST PUBLISH A VERY BUSY AGENDA FIRST, HUH?
HUNTER: YOU DO THAT, DONALD.
I'’M SURPRISED YOU'’RE EVEN HERE, WITH THAT
HOT PIECE YOU CALL A WIFE WAITING AT HOME.
DONALD: WELL, SIR, SHE'’S OUT TODAY.
HUNTER: YEAH? DONALD: MM-HMM.
HUNTER: NEW CLIENT?
DONALD: ACTUALLY, SHE'’S WITH YOUR WIFE.
HUNTER: WHY?
DONALD: THEY'’RE SHOPPING.
HUNTER: HMM. THAT'’S WEIRD.
VICTORIA HATES SHOPPING.
DONALD: YEAH, I THINK IT'’S FOR A PHOTO OP.
YOU KNOW, MAKE HER LOOK MORE RELATABLE.
HUNTER: HA HA! HA HA!
SHE SEEN HER THREAT ASSESSMENT?
DONALD: NO, SIR, SHE HAS NOT.
HUNTER: WELL, WHY THE HELL NOT? I'’VE SEEN MINE.
DONALD: WELL...HERS IS A BIT MORE SENSITIVE.
HUNTER: YEAH? HOW SO?
DONALD: IT'’S VERY RACIAL.
HUNTER: OH.
YOU HAVE IT?
DONALD: YES, SIR, I DO.
HUNTER: WHY DON'’T YOU GIVE IT TO ME.
DONALD: WELL, NO.
HUNTER: NO, WHY DON'’T YOU GIVE IT TO ME, DONALD.
[SNAPS FINGERS] I'’LL SHOW IT TO HER.
DONALD: YES, SIR.
BUT DON'’T WORRY. UM, IT'’S PRETTY EXTREME
BUT SHE'’S GOT AN AMPLE AMOUNT OF
SECRET SERVICE ON HER SIDE.
HUNTER: ARE YOU KIDDING? IF SOMEONE KILLED HER,
THEY'’D BE DOING ME A FAVOR.
[DONALD CHUCKLES]
YOU'’RE KIDDING. I KNOW.
HUNTER: DO I LOOK LIKE I'’M LAUGHING?
DONALD: NO, SIR.
HUNTER: HEY, WHAT...
WHAT WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO PULL BACK ON HER SECURITY DETAIL?
DONALD: I'’M GONNA ADVISE AGAINST THAT, SIR.
HUNTER: WHY?
DONALD: '’CAUSE I DON'’T THINK THE PUBLIC
WOULD LOOK TOO KINDLY ON THE FIRST LADY OF THE UNITED STATES
BEING ASSASSINATED, SIR.
HUNTER: THESE FEMINISTS ARE ALWAYS CARRYING ON ABOUT
EQUAL RIGHTS.
LET'’S GIVE THEM THEIR FIRST MARTYR.
DONALD: I AM GOING TO STRONGLY RECOMMEND
AGAINST THAT, SIR.
HUNTER: YOU'’RE NO FUN. DONALD: MM.
HUNTER: YOU'’RE NEVER ANY FUN, DONALD.
MAKE ME A DRINK. WANT ONE?
DONALD: NO, SIR. NO.
I DON'’T USUALLY DRINK BEFORE 10 A.M.
HUNTER: I DO.
DONALD: YES, YOU DO.
HUNTER: I AM PRESIDENT
OF THE UNITED STATES.
DONALD: YES, SIR.
GAYLE: THAT'’S YOUR COUSIN? DAMN.
WHAT THE HELL?
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
PICKY: YO.
GAYLE: WHAT THE HELL, P?
PICKY: WHAT'’S UP?
GAYLE: SO, RACHEL'’S ON YOUR PAGE?
PICKY: GIRL... GET OFF MY PHONE.
GAYLE: WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?
PICKY: LOOK, I-- I TOLD YOU.
GAYLE: I LOVE YOU.
PICKY: I GOTTA GO ON WHAT I GOT, OK?
I CAN'’T BE MESSING WITH YOU.
I JUST--I CAN'’T.
GAYLE: WHAT ARE YOU SAYING TO ME RIGHT NOW?
PICKY: I DON'’T KNOW HOW MANY WAYS
I GOTTA TELL YOU JUST TO STOP CALLING ME.
IT'’S LIKE--IT'’S LIKE DAMN, YOU KNOW?
GAYLE: REALLY? REALLY?
PICKY: LOOK. DO YOU.
GAYLE: I WANT TO SEE YOU. COME OVER HERE.
PICKY: ARE YOU CRAZY?
GAYLE: ALL RIGHT, FINE. THEN I'’LL COME TO YOU.
PICKY: NO. GAYLE: WHY?
PICKY: '’CAUSE YOU COME WITH THE POLICE NOW.
GAYLE: I DIDN'’T ASK FOR ANY OF THIS.
PICKY: LOOK, WHATEVER. I GOTTA GO.
GAYLE: SO, SHE'’S THERE?
PICKY: NO!
GAYLE: I HEARD HER.
PICKY: STOP CALLING ME.
GAYLE: YOU'’RE REALLY DOING THIS TO ME?
LOOK, IT'’S NOT MY FAULT THAT WE'’RE HERE.
PICKY: BYE. GAYLE: DON'’T YOU HANG UP--
PICKY?
DAMN IT.
YUMA: HAVE A SEAT.
LILLY: THANK YOU.
YUMA: SHE'’LL BE RIGHT WITH YOU.
LILLY: THANK YOU.
VICTORIA: THERE YOU ARE.
LILLY: HI. VICTORIA: HI. HOW ARE YOU?
LILLY: I AM SO SORRY I COULDN'’T MAKE IT TO THE INAUGURATION.
VICTORIA: OH, IT'’S FINE. LILLY: I REALLY TRIED.
VICTORIA: DONALD TOLD ME EVERYTHING.
LILLY: YOU LOOKED LOVELY.
VICTORIA: THANK YOU.
LILLY: AND THE ALTERATIONS, THEY...
VICTORIA: THEY WERE PERFECT.
PLEASE.
I WANT YOU TO CHOOSE SOME THINGS FOR ME
THAT LOOK GREAT BUT ARE CHEAP.
LILLY: YES, MA'’AM.
VICTORIA: I HAD A STORE IN MIND.
LILLY: YES, I LOOKED IT UP.
ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO GO THERE?
VICTORIA: YES. YUMA: IF I MAY.
VICTORIA: YES?
YUMA: THIS IS HIGHLY UNUSUAL,
A FIRST LADY DOING THE SHOPPING.
VICTORIA: I'’M A HIGHLY UNUSUAL FIRST LADY.
YUMA: YES, MA'’AM.
VICTORIA: SHOULDN'’T YOU BE ORGANIZING THE MOTORCADE?
YUMA: IT'’S WAITING, MA'’AM.
VICTORIA: WELL, WILL YOU PLEASE LEAVE US
SO THAT I MAY SPEAK WITH MY STYLIST?
YUMA: YES, MA'’AM.
VICTORIA: THESE PEOPLE KNOW NO BOUNDARIES.
THEY HAVE TO BE TAUGHT.
SO, WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THE STORE?
LILLY: WELL, IT'’S A BIT...
VICTORIA: TRASHY?
LILLY: WELL, I WASN'’T GONNA SAY THAT.
VICTORIA: NO, I'’D JUST LIKE TO SEE.
LILLY: YES, MA'’AM.
VICTORIA: I WANT TO FIND A BALANCE
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN JACKIE O AND MICHELLE OBAMA.
LILLY: WELL, I DON'’T THINK THIS STORE HAS EITHER OF THOSE.
VICTORIA: I STILL WANT TO GO.
LILLY: YES, MA'’AM.
VICTORIA: I DON'’T WANT TO LOOK LIKE THE VICE PRESIDENT'’S WIFE.
SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE'’S GOING TO WAR.
LILLY: HELLO.
VICTORIA: OH, DON'’T MIND HER. SHE'’S ALWAYS GOT
A BEE IN HER BONNET.
EXCUSE ME!
WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'’RE GOING?
EXCUSE ME!
I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!
GAYLE: OH, MY GOD. GO TO HELL.
VICTORIA: I'’VE BEEN IN HELL SINCE THE DAY YOU WERE BORN.
GAYLE: OK, THEN, LEAVE ME ALONE.
VICTORIA: YOU ARE NOT LEAVING THIS HOUSE.
GAYLE: YEAH, I AM.
VICTORIA: WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, LITTLE GIRL?
THIS IS THE WHITE HOUSE. YOU CAN'’T JUST WALK OUT OF HERE.
GAYLE: WATCH ME.
VICTORIA: WHAT DID I TELL YOU? GAYLE: UHH!
MAKE THEM OPEN THIS DOOR OR I WILL BREAK THAT WINDOW.
VICTORIA: I ASKED YOU WHERE YOU WERE GOING.
GAYLE: WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HIM?
VICTORIA: TO WHOM?
GAYLE: YOU KNOW WHO THE HELL
I'’M TALKING ABOUT.
VICTORIA: THAT GUTTER TRASH?
GAYLE: I LOVE HIM.
VICTORIA: LITTLE GIRL, YOU HAVE NO IDEA
WHAT LOVE IS.
GAYLE: OH, AND YOU AND DAD DO?
VICTORIA: GO UPSTAIRS.
GAYLE: NO, I'’M NOT GONNA BE
A PRISONER IN THIS HOUSE.
VICTORIA: I SAID GO UPSTAIRS.
GAYLE: DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?
VICTORIA: YUMA?
YUMA: YES, MA'’AM.
VICTORIA: TASE HER.
YUMA: MA'’AM...
VICTORIA: YOU HEARD ME.
YUMA: YES, MA'’AM, I... VICTORIA: I SAID
TASE HER.
GAYLE: I WISH YOU WOULD.
VICTORIA: GO UPSTAIRS.
GAYLE: NO. VICTORIA: YUMA?
YUMA: YES, MA'’AM.
VICTORIA: TASE HER AND I MEAN IT.
YUMA: MA'’AM, I CANNOT TASE YOUR DAUGHTER.
VICTORIA: ...JUST GIVE IT TO ME. GIVE IT TO ME!
GIVE IT TO ME. GO UPSTAIRS.
[SILVERWARE CLATTERING]
GIVE IT TO ME. GIVE IT TO ME.
GAYLE: YOU DO IT, AND I WILL TELL THE PRESS CORPS
EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED-- [TASER BUZZING]
[GRUNTING] YUMA: MA'’AM, MA'’AM, MA'’AM,
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!
[GAYLE GASPING, GROANING]
VICTORIA: THIS LITTLE BITCH IS SO HARD-HEADED!
LILLY?
LILLY: MA'’AM?
VICTORIA: LET'’S GO.
LILLY: YES, MA'’AM.
VICTORIA: SHE PISSED HERSELF.
[GAYLE GROANING]
VICTORIA: YOU'’LL HAVE TO CLEAN THAT UP.
JEAN: YES, MA'’AM.
[GAYLE GROANING]
YUMA: YOU ALL RIGHT?
[GAYLE COUGHS]
NANCY: OK, SO, WAS IT HER?
BARRY: YES, IT WAS HER.
NANCY: WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?
WOMAN: SHE WAS STABBED TO DEATH, MA'’AM.
SHE HAD A 7-INCH KITCHEN KNIFE BURIED IN HER CHEST.
NANCY: OH, JESUS.
BARRY: DON'’T TELL HER THAT!
WOMAN: I'’M SORRY.
BARRY: I NEED TO FIND MY DAUGHTER.
WOMAN: I UNDERSTAND THAT. I HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU.
WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?
BARRY: WHAT? WOMAN: WHERE WERE YOU
BETWEEN THE HOURS OF 8 AND 2 A.M.?
BARRY: I WAS HOME.
WOMAN: OK. CAN ANYONE VERIFY THAT?
BARRY: MY MOTHER AND MY FATHER WAS THERE
AND SO WAS MY GIRLFRIEND.
WOMAN: OK. IS THAT CORRECT?
NANCY: I-I WENT TO BED EARLY.
BUT I'’M SURE HE WAS THERE.
WOMAN: WHAT KIND OF CAR DO YOU DRIVE?
BARRY: WHAT, AM I A SUSPECT?
WOMAN: I NEED TO CLEAR ANYONE WHO HAD
ANY KIND OF ISSUE WITH HER.
BARRY: I NEVER HAD ISSUES WITH THAT GIRL--
WOMAN: YOU JUST TOLD ME THAT SHE TOOK YOUR DAUGHTER.
BARRY: LOOK, I NEED TO FIND MY DAUGHTER.
ARE YOU GONNA HELP ME OR NOT?
WOMAN: I HAVE A FEW MORE QUESTIONS AND THEN--
BARRY: YOU KNOW WHAT? COME ON, MA.
WE AIN'’T GOT TIME. WOMAN: I HIGHLY RECOMMEND
YOU TALK TO ME RIGHT NOW.
BARRY: LET'’S GO, MA. WE DON'’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS.
GO. YEAH, OK.
WOMAN: YOU REALLY SHOULD TALK TO ME.
MA'’AM?
NANCY: I'’M SORRY.
WOMAN: I WILL BE IN TOUCH.
PRISCILLA: HOW IS SHE?
DOCTOR: SHE'’S FINE.
PRISCILLA: OK. GOOD.
DOCTOR: WHAT HAPPENED?
PRISCILLA: SHE GOT SHOCKED.
DOCTOR: FROM WHAT?
GAYLE: MY MOTHER.
DOCTOR: WHAT?
PRISCILLA: THANK YOU, DOCTOR.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR TIME.
DOCTOR: SURE.
PRISCILLA: OK.
[DOOR CLOSES]
IN CASE YOU GET COLD.
GAYLE: GET OUT.
PRISCILLA: YES, MA'’AM.
GAYLE: I HATE THIS PLACE
AND EVERYBODY IN IT.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[SIGH]
JASON: HEY.
.GAYLE: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BATHROOM?
JASON: CHILLIN'’.
GAYLE: GET OUT. JASON: LOOK.
I WANT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING.
GAYLE: GOOD-BYE, CREEP.
JASON: I KNOW HOW YOU CAN GET OUT OF HERE.
GAYLE: HOW?
JASON: YOU DON'’T WANT TO TALK TO ME.
GAYLE: OK, YOU KNOW WHAT? CAN YOU JUST STOP BEING A JERK
AND TALK TO ME AND TELL ME?
JASON: HOW MUCH IS IT WORTH TO YOU?
GAYLE: ALL RIGHT, JASON, GET OUT OF MY ROOM.
JASON: OK, LOOK.
SO, I'’VE BEEN READING ABOUT THIS PLACE, RIGHT?
AND THERE ARE SECRET PASSAGES AND EXITS.
GAYLE: WHERE?
JASON: I'’M GONNA FIND THEM.
GAYLE: SO, YOU HAVEN'’T.
JASON: NO, BUT--
GAYLE: YOU ARE SO STUPID.
WE CANNOT GET OUT OF HERE.
JASON: YES, WE CAN.
GAYLE: NO, WE CAN'’T. THEY ARE WATCHING US 24/7.
YOU KNOW WHAT? THEY'’RE PROBABLY
WATCHING US RIGHT NOW.
JASON: OK, THERE AREN'’T ANY CAMERAS IN THE RESIDENCE.
GAYLE: YEAH, WELL, IN ORDER TO GET OUT OF HERE,
YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH THE MAIN HOUSE.
JASON: MAYBE.
GAYLE: GET OUT. GET OUT!
JASON: FINE.
GAYLE: AH-AH! NO! THAT WAY!
YOU KNOW WHAT, GO GET NAKED AND PROWL
LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO.
JASON: OK.
[DOOR CLOSES] GAYLE: UHH.
NANCY: THEY THINK YOU DID SOMETHING TO HER.
BARRY: YEAH, THEY ALWAYS ASKING CRAZY QUESTIONS.
NANCY: WELL, WHY WOULD THEY THINK THAT?
BARRY: I DON'’T KNOW, MA. THEY THE POLICE.
NANCY: I DON'’T LIKE THIS.
BARRY: MA.
NANCY: I DON'’T.
[SIGH] THAT POOR GIRL.
BARRY: MA, YOU ARE NOT HELPING THE SITUATION.
NANCY: I'’M SORRY. THAT POOR CHILD.
BARRY: MA! NANCY: WHAT?
BARRY: ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT RUTH?
NANCY: SHE'’S BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH.
BARRY: WHAT ABOUT YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER?
WHAT IS SHE GOING THROUGH RIGHT NOW?
NANCY: I'’M WORRIED ABOUT HER, TOO.
JUST BECAUSE I'’M THINKING ABOUT ONE
DON'’T MEAN I AIN'’T THINKING ABOUT THE OTHER.
BARRY: YEAH, OK.
NANCY: DON'’T YOU SIT THERE AND ACT LIKE
THAT GIRL'’S DEATH DIDN'’T BOTHER YOU.
BARRY: IT DIDN'’T. I'’M RELIEVED.
NANCY: DON'’T YOU SAY THAT.
BARRY: DO YOU NOT SEE ALL THE TROUBLE THAT SHE'’S CAUSED?
NANCY: YEAH, BUT SHE STILL DIDN'’T DESERVE TO DIE
LIKE A DOG ON THE STREET.
BARRY: MOM, I JUST WANT TO FIND CALLIE. OK?
NANCY: I KNOW.
LORD, I DO, TOO.
[SIREN WAILING]
MAN: WE NEED TO CLEAR OUT THE STORE, LADIES.
DENISE: WHAT'’S GOING ON?
MAN: WOULD YOU STEP THIS WAY, PLEASE?
DENISE: OK. THIS LOOKS OFFICIAL.
MUST BE HUNTER.
OH. HI.
MAX: MA'’AM, WOULD YOU MIND STEPPING BACK, PLEASE?
DENISE: YES. OF COURSE.
[SETS MIRROR DOWN]
FIRST LADY.
VICTORIA: YES.
THE FIRST LADY.
DENISE: WHAT BRINGS YOU TO MY STORE?
VICTORIA: WELL, I HAVE BEEN TOLD THAT I'’M A BIT...FLASHY.
ISN'’T THAT RIGHT, LILLY?
LILLY: WELL, I DON'’T BELIEVE THAT.
VICTORIA: WELL, THANK YOU.
CAN YOU HELP ME, DEAR?
DENISE: YES.
VICTORIA: OF COURSE YOU CAN.
I WANT TO LOOK...
LIKE YOU.
DENISE: YES, MA'’AM.
VICTORIA: LILLY, WOULD YOU PLEASE GRAB ME
A FEW THINGS TO TRY ON, PLEASE?
LILLY: YES. VICTORIA: I JUST LOVE YOUR TASTE.
LILLY: GLADLY. THANK YOU.
VICTORIA: SO, WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME WEAR?
DENISE: I MEAN, I'’M JUST SO HUMBLED THAT
YOU WOULD COME TO MY STORE.
I MEAN, MY GOODNESS.
VICTORIA: YES, AND I'’M HUMBLED
THAT YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN ... MY HUSBAND
IN THE WHITE HOUSE
AND I NOT KNOW IT.
GOODNESS.
DENISE: I DON'’T--
VICTORIA: OH, I HOPE YOUR LIPS ARE BETTER AT BLOWING
THAN THEY ARE AT LYING.
I REALLY LIKE THIS.
WHERE'’S YOUR DRESSING ROOM, DEAR?
DENISE: IT'’S BACK THERE.
VICTORIA: SHOW ME. PLEASE.
DENISE: RIGHT THIS WAY.
I'’LL HANG THIS FOR YOU.
I'’LL JUST LET YOU GET DRESSED.
VICTORIA: NO, BITCH.
[CLATTER]
[DENISE GRUNTING, SHRIEKING]
LILLY: HEY, IS EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT?
MAX: MA'’AM! MA'’AM, MA'’AM!
YUMA: GET THE HELL OUT.
[VICTORIA AND DENISE GRUNTING, SHRIEKING]
LILLY: WHAT IS GOING ON IN THERE?
MAX: MA'’AM, PLEASE.
LILLY: VICTORIA'’S ... UP.
[VICTORIA AND DENISE GRUNTING, SHOUTING]
VICTORIA: TACKY.
BARRY: YO. SIR.
RICHARD: HEY.
NANCY: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
RICHARD: JUST TOOK THE DAY OFF.
NANCY: WHAT? RICHARD: YEAH.
NANCY: YOU NEVER DO THAT.
RICHARD: I KNOW. I WAS WORRIED ABOUT CALLIE.
NANCY: OH, GOD. RICHARD: WHAT DID THE POLICE SAY?
NANCY: IT'’S BAD.
RICHARD: WHAT IS IT?
BARRY: RUTH IS DEAD.
RICHARD: WHAT?
BARRY: YEAH. WE GOT THERE. THEY DESCRIBED HER.
THEY ASKED ME ABOUT A TATTOO.
RICHARD: WHAT?
BARRY: THEY HAD A JANE DOE. IT WAS HER.
[RICHARD SIGHS] SO, WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?
BARRY: STABBED TO DEATH.
RICHARD [SOFTLY]: OH, DAMN.
BARRY: HEY, DID YOU TALK TO SAM YET?
RICHARD: YEAH. HE SAID HE'’S GONNA TRY TO HELP.
NANCY: OH, GOOD. BARRY: TRY TO HELP?
DAD, THIS IS MY DAUGHTER WE'’RE TALKING ABOUT HERE.
RICHARD: AND OUR GRANDBABY. HE WILL HELP.
BARRY: REALLY, DAD? '’CAUSE IT SEEM LIKE
NOBODY HERE CARES FOR CALLIE EXCEPT FOR ME.
NANCY: DON'’T DO THAT, BARRY. RICHARD: HEY, THAT'’S NOT FAIR.
BARRY: LOOK, I GOTTA GO. NANCY: WHERE YOU GOING?
BARRY: TO TRY TO LOOK FOR MY DAUGHTER.
RICHARD: I'’LL GO WITH YOU. BARRY: NO!
RICHARD: SON. BARRY: DAD, I AM LITERALLY JUST
GOING TO LOOK FOR HER.
RICHARD: OK. BARRY: ALL RIGHT.
[ENGINE STARTS]
NANCY: THIS IS ALL MY FAULT.
RICHARD: OH, NO, BABY, DON'’T START.
NANCY: IT IS.
I--YOU KNOW, I WON'’T START.
BUT YOU APOLOGIZE TO ME.
RICHARD: APOLOGIZE?
NANCY: FOR LYING TO ME.
RICHARD: ABOUT WHAT?
NANCY: RICHARD, WHY ARE YOU HERE?
RICHARD: HEY, BABE, TELL YOU ABOUT IT LATER.
NANCY: RICHARD. RICHARD: PLEASE, PLEASE,
JUST LET ME THINK ABOUT IT.
NANCY: OK.
RICHARD: I PROMISE. I'’LL TELL YOU.
NANCY: WELL, WHILE YOU THINKING ABOUT THAT,
I HATE TO ADD THIS.
THE POLICE WERE ASKING BARRY A LOT OF QUESTIONS.
RICHARD: WHY? ABOUT WHAT?
NANCY: YEAH, ABOUT WHERE HE WAS LAST NIGHT.
RICHARD: WHY?
NANCY: I THINK THEY THINK HE MIGHT HAVE
SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT.
RICHARD: OH, NO. NO.
NANCY: OH, NO, HE'’S HIDING SOMETHING
HE'’S LIKE--THEY ASKED HIM IF HE WAS HERE
AND HE WAS--HE WAS GONE.
RICHARD: I WAS WITH HIM, SO I KNOW HE DIDN'’T
DO ANYTHING TO HURT HER.
NANCY: YOU WERE WITH HIM THE WHOLE TIME?
RICHARD: YES. NANCY: RICHARD...
RICHARD: BABY...CAN YOU JUST GO MAKE ME SOME LUNCH?
I'’M STARVING.
NANCY: YES.
AND THEN YOU TELL ME EVERYTHING.
RICHARD: OK.
[SIREN WAILING]
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.
LILLY: YES. OF COURSE.
VICTORIA: I AM A LADY.
LILLY: YES, MA'’AM, YOU ARE.
VICTORIA: AND I HAVE SUFFERED AND FOUGHT TO NO END
TO BE IN THIS POSITION,
AND I WILL NOT LET SOME TWO-BIT WHORE RUIN IT.
THAT GIRL WAS SEEING MY HUSBAND.
LILLY: I'’M SORRY.
VICTORIA: AND YOUR HUSBAND IS AWARE OF THAT.
LILLY: NO, I DON'’T THINK HE-- VICTORIA: THERE'’S NO NEED
FOR YOU TO SAY ANYTHING.
YOUR HUSBAND IS CHIEF OF STAFF
AND I NEED AN ALLY.
CAN I COUNT ON YOU?
LILLY: YES. OF COURSE.
VICTORIA: IF YOU KNOW OF ANYTHING,
WILL YOU TELL ME?
LILLY: ANYTHING?
VICTORIA: IF YOU KNOW OF MY HUSBAND WITH ANY WHORES,
WILL YOU TELL ME?
LILLY: YES. OF COURSE.
VICTORIA: AND I WILL DO THE SAME FOR YOU.
LILLY: WELL, MY HUSBAND IS FAITHFUL, SO...
[VICTORIA LAUGHS]
YOU'’RE A RIOT.
LILLY: AM I MISSING SOMETHING?
VICTORIA: HONEY, NO MAN IS FAITHFUL.
THEY JUST HAVEN'’T BEEN CAUGHT.
LILLY: WELL, I BEG TO DIFFER.
VICTORIA: OOH, AND SHE GOES TO BAT FOR HIM.
LILLY: FOR HIM I WILL.
HE IS A WONDERFUL MAN.
ONE THAT I DON'’T DESERVE.
VICTORIA: SO, YOU CHEAT.
LILLY: NO. VICTORIA: YOU'’RE LYING.
LILLY: I DO NOT. VICTORIA: OH, DARLING.
IF YOU'’RE GOING TO BE IN POLITICS,
YOU HAD BETTER START LYING BETTER.
LILLY: I AM NOT LYING.
VICTORIA: AND IF YOU'’RE GOING TO CONVINCE
YOUR HUSBAND THAT YOU'’RE NOT LYING,
THEN YOU HAD BETTER WORK ON HOLDING A POKER FACE
OR EXERCISING YOUR THROAT.
LILLY: MA'’AM, I'’M-- VICTORIA: NO.
I'’M DONE TALKING TO YOU.
WOMAN: THANK YOU. SHARON: ALL RIGHT. HAVE A GOOD DAY.
MAN: AND HERE YOU GO.
SHARON: WHAT'’S THAT?
MAN: IT'’S LUNCH.
SHARON: I'’M GOOD.
MAN: SEE, NOW, COME ON, IT'’S YOUR FAVORITE.
IT'’S--IT'’S FROM THAT VEGAN PLACE, LIKE, 40 MINUTES AWAY.
SHARON: KAREEM...
KAREEM: I'’M TRYING TO MAKE PEACE.
SHARON: THANK YOU.
KAREEM: AND I'’M SORRY ABOUT EARLIER.
I SHOULDN'’T HAVE GOTTEN INTO YOUR BUSINESS.
SHARON: I'’M-I'’M SORRY, TOO.
KAREEM: YOU SURE YOU'’RE OK?
SHARON: YEAH, JUST...
THERE'’S JUST A LOT GOING ON RIGHT NOW,
BUT I'’M--I'’M OK.
KAREEM: OK.
SHARON: THIS IS REALLY SWEET. THANK YOU.
KAREEM: YEAH. HEY,
YOU KNOW YOU CAN ALWAYS TALK TO ME
IF YOU EVER NEED TO GET SOMETHING OFF YOUR CHEST.
SHARON: I APPRECIATE THAT.
KAREEM: I MEAN IT.
SHARON: OK.
UM, WELL, HMM.
YOU MIGHT WANT TO MEAN IT WITH HER.
WOMAN: HEY, BABY.
KAREEM: HEY, BABY!
OH, THANK YOU.
WOMAN: BROUGHT YOU LUNCH. KAREEM: THANK YOU. MM.
SWEETHEART, THANK YOU. YOU SHOULDN'’T HAVE.
WOMAN: HOW ARE YOU?
KAREEM: I'’M GOOD.
WOMAN: GOOD. KAREEM: YOU SEE SHARON?
WOMAN: YEAH, I SEE HER.
HI, SHARON.
SHARON: HEY.
WOMAN: I SAW BARRY THE OTHER DAY.
ARE YOU TWO GOOD?
SHARON: YEAH. HE'’S GOOD.
WOMAN: BABY, CAN WE PUT THESE FLYERS UP?
KAREEM: HUH? OH.
WOMAN: WE'’RE HAVING A VIGIL FOR THE POOR MAN
WHO GOT SHOT IN HIS HOUSE.
KAREEM: YEAH, YEAH. OF COURSE.
WOMAN: OK. THANKS.
KAREEM: OF COURSE. LOVE YOU.
WOMAN: LOVE YOU, TOO.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
SAM: HEY.
PRISCILLA: HEY. SAM: HEY.
PRISCILLA: HAVE YOU HEARD?
SAM: OH. ABOUT THE TASING?
PRISCILLA: YES.
SAM: YEAH.
PRISCILLA: I FEEL BAD FOR THESE KIDS.
SAM: DO YOU?
PRISCILLA: IN A WEIRD WAY, YEAH.
SAM: WELL, BABY. I DON'’T KNOW.
PRISCILLA: LOOK, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO
ABOUT RICHARD'’S JOB?
SAM: AH, YEAH.
UM, I'’M TALKING TO THE CHIEF OF STAFF
TO HELP HIM GET HIS JOB BACK.
PRISCILLA: OK.
I DON'’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT THIS.
SAM: YEAH. I KNOW.
PRISCILLA: LOOK, BABE.
I SAW THE FIRST DAUGHTER TAKING SELFIES.
SAM: WHAT?
PRISCILLA: NAKED ONES.
SAM: WHAT THE HELL?
PRISCILLA: SHE'’S OUT OF CONTROL, SAM.
SAM: OK. OK.
PRISCILLA: OH, AND THE SON?
I NEED YOU TO WATCH HIM AROUND JEAN.
SAM: I DIDN'’T SEE ANYTHING WHEN I...
PRISCILLA: I KNOW YOU DIDN'’T SEE ANYTHING WHEN YOU WENT UP THERE,
BUT I NEED YOU TO WATCH HIM.
SAM: I DON'’T LIKE ANY OF THESE PEOPLE.
PRISCILLA: YOU?
ALL RIGHT, WELL, I'’LL SEE YOU AT HOME.
SAM: OK. PRISCILLA: I'’M GONNA STOP BY
AND CHECK ON RICHARD AND NANCY.
SAM: OH, WELL, DON'’T TELL HER.
I DON'’T THINK SHE KNOWS.
PRISCILLA: I WON'’T. I WON'’T TELL HER.
SAM: OK. I LOVE YOU.
PRISCILLA: LOVE YOU, TOO. SAM: ALL RIGHT.
PRISCILLA: BYE. [KISS]
SAM: MAY I HELP YOU, SIR?
JASON: IS THIS WHERE ALL THE STAFF COMES IN AND OUT?
SAM: YES. YES, IT IS.
PRISCILLA: IF YOU LIKE, WE CAN ARRANGE A TOUR.
JASON: NO, I--I PREFER EXPLORING ON MY OWN.
PRISCILLA: YES, SIR.
JASON: OH, WHERE DO THE FULL-TIME MAIDS LIVE?
PRISCILLA: THEY LIVE WITH THE BUTLERS.
JASON: COED? PRISCILLA: YES.
THEY ALL LIVE IN THE SAME DORM.
JASON: OH, OK. I SEE.
SAM: IS THERE ANYTHING YOU NEED, SIR?
JASON: NO, THANKS.
SAM: YOU KNOW HE'’S GONNA KNOW YOU LIED TO HIM.
PRISCILLA: AND I DON'’T CARE.
YOU WATCH THAT SNEAKY, LITTLE SON OF A BITCH.
SAM: FOR SURE.
PRISCILLA: I'’LL SEE YOU LATER. [KISS]
SAM: LOVE YOU. PRISCILLA: LATER.
NANCY: OK.
THAT'’S THERE.
...THIS.
OK. OOH.
[REFRIGERATOR DOOR CLOSES]
WOMAN: SHE WAS STABBED TO DEATH.
SHE HAD A 7-INCH KITCHEN KNIFE
BURIED IN HER CHEST.
NANCY: LORD JESUS.
NO.
WOMAN: NEXT ON "THE OVAL"...
NANCY: HOW FAR DO YOU THINK YOU WOULD GO FOR THAT BABY?
RICHARD: ALL THE WAY. VICTORIA: DON'’T YOU JUST LOVE
HOW THEY LOVE EACH OTHER, HONEY?
HUNTER: I REALLY DO.
KAREEM: YOU'’RE NOT HAPPY WITH HIM.
WHAT'’S HE DOING TO MAKE YOU LIKE THIS?
SHARON: I DON'’T EVEN UNDERSTAND WHY WE'’RE HAVING
THIS EXCHANGE RIGHT NOW.
KAREEM: BECAUSE I STILL LOVE YOU, SHARON.
KYLE: I JUST WANT TO DO MY JOB.
DONALD: OK, THEN DO IT WITH A CABINET MEMBER.
KYLE: I WANT YOU.
JASON: WHAT WOULD YOU GIVE ME IF I COULD GET YOU OUT OF HERE?
GAYLE: YOU CAN'’T. JASON: I CAN.
HUNTER: AMERICA. YEAH, THEY HATE YOU.
THEY THINK YOU'’RE COLD AND SNOTTY AND A BRAT,
BUT MOSTLY JUST A STRAIGHT-UP BITCH.