VICTORIA: DAMN IT. COME ON! GAYLE: AAH!
ANNOUNCER: PREVIOUSLY ON "THE OVAL..."
[GAYLE GROANS] IT HURTS.
VICTORIA: THEN MAYBE YOUR STUPID ASS
SHOULD'VE STAYED IN THE CAR.
NANCY: WHERE IS MY GRANDBABY?
WOMAN: ALL OVER. NANCY: GET OUT OF HERE.
WOMAN: IF YOU HELP ME, I CAN TELL YOU WHERE THEY MOVE AROUND.
VICTORIA: WHAT DID I TELL YOU? DON'T YOU LET HER GO!
HUNTER: YOU HATE ME. I HATE YOU.
WHAT IS THIS ALL ABOUT?
[GUNSHOTS] MAN: AAH! SECOND MAN: NO!
KYLE: ARE YOU TALKING YET?
DENISE: YOU GOT A GIRLFRIEND?
YUMA: NO, MA'AM. I HAVE A HUSBAND.
DENISE: A HUSBAND.
YOU DON'T SEEM LIKE THE TYPE.
YUMA: AND WHAT IS THE TYPE?
DENISE: YOU KNOW, I JUST THOUGHT YOU WERE INTO GIRLS.
YUMA: YOU THOUGHT WRONG.
DENISE: OK. TURN LEFT.
YUMA: MA'AM, REMOVE YOUR HAND FROM MY LEG.
DENISE: KEEP DRIVING. YUMA: REMOVE YOUR HAND
FROM MY LEG.
DENISE: ALL I'M SAYING IS
YOU DON'T HAVE TO LIE TO ME.
YUMA: IS THIS THE STREET?
DENISE: IT'S OVER THERE.
YUMA: HERE YOU ARE, MA'AM.
DENISE: GIVE ME YOUR PHONE.
LET ME PUT MY NUMBER IN IT.
YUMA: THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO NEED FOR THAT. MA'AM.
THANK YOU, MA'AM.
DENISE: YOU DON'T FIND ME ATTRACTIVE?
YUMA: NO, MA'AM, I DO NOT.
DENISE: LOOK AT ME AND SAY THAT.
YUMA: I DON'T FIND YOU ATTRACTIVE.
DENISE: YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR.
HERE'S MY CARD.
CALL ME. IT'LL BE FUN.
OH, AND HERE'S YOUR WALLET.
IT WAS IN YOUR JACKET.
YOU LEFT IT BACK THERE ON THE SEAT.
AND IF YOU WANT TO CONVINCE ME
THAT YOU'RE MARRIED TO A MAN,
THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE PICTURES
OF YOU AND YOUR WIFE AT YOUR WEDDING IN HERE.
YUMA: MAY I HAVE MY WALLET, PLEASE, MA'AM?
DENISE: SURE, BUT TELL ME. ARE YOU--ARE YOU OUT?
YUMA: OUT AND PROUD, MA'AM.
DENISE: THEN WHY DID YOU LIE?
YUMA: BECAUSE IT'S ALREADY AN UNPROFESSIONAL CONVERSATION.
MY WALLET AND PICTURE, PLEASE.
DENISE: COME AND GET IT.
YUMA: MA'AM, MY WALLET.
DENISE: JUST KIDDING.
YOU CAN COME INSIDE.
I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU.
COME ON IN, GIRL. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO.
[ENGINE STARTS]
WOW. STRONGER THAN I THOUGHT.
♪ FEELS LIKE I'M RUNNIN' 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 ♪
[DOOR CLOSES]
NANCY: HEY.
RICHARD: HEY. UH, I THOUGHT YOU WERE ASLEEP.
NANCY: NO, I WAS WAITING ON YOU
TO GET HERE TO TALK TO THE GIRL.
RICHARD: WHERE IS SHE?
NANCY: SHE'S LAYING ON THE SOFA.
RICHARD: OK. UM... WHERE IS BARRY?
NANCY: HE'S ASLEEP.
RICHARD: YOU GOT HIS SPARE KEY?
NANCY: TO HIS CAR? RICHARD: YEAH.
NANCY: YEAH, IT'S IN THE SPARE KEY DRAWER.
RICHARD: OK.
NANCY: WHAT'S GOING ON? RICHARD: NOTHING. I--
I JUST NEED TO MAKE A RUN.
NANCY: WHERE?
RICHARD: BABY.
NANCY: BABY, THE SUN IS COMING UP
AND YOU'VE BEEN GONE ALL NIGHT.
RICHARD: I KNOW. I'VE JUST GOTTA GO
AND--AND TAKE CARE OF THIS RIGHT NOW.
NANCY: IN BARRY'S CAR?
RICHARD: BABY, JUST LET ME HANDLE THIS.
NANCY: NO. YOU GONNA TELL ME
AND YOU GONNA TELL ME RIGHT NOW.
RICHARD: NANCY. NANCY: TELL ME!
RICHARD: CAN'T WE JUST-- NANCY: NO. YOU'VE BEEN
KEEPING ME IN THE DARK! RICHARD: I GOT THIS, OK?
NANCY: RICHARD, IF YOU DON'T TELL ME
AND TELL ME RIGHT NOW...
RICHARD: YOU DON'T NEED TO WORRY.
NANCY: THIS IS MAKING ME WORRY. TELL ME.
WHAT'S THIS?
IS THIS HIS CAR?
RICHARD: YES.
NANCY: OH, LORD.
RICHARD: BABY, LISTEN.
WE WERE SITTING IN THE CAR
AND HE HANDED ME THE GUN.
NANCY: WHAT GUN? RICHARD: BABY,
HE HANDED ME THE GUN AND IT WENT OFF.
IT SHOT THROUGH THE DOOR AND INTO SOMEONE'S HOUSE
AND IT SHOT THAT MAN.
NANCY: WE--WE GOT TO GO TO THE POLICE.
RICHARD: BABY. NANCY: NO. YOU'RE NOT TAKING THESE KEYS.
MMM-MM. WE ARE GOING TO THE POLICE
AND WE GONNA TELL THEM WHAT HAPPENED.
RICHARD: BABY, WE CAN'T DO THAT TO HIM.
NANCY: WHAT? HE DID IT.
RICHARD: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.
NANCY: WELL, THEN HE'S NOT GONNA BE PUNISHED.
RICHARD: WE CAN'T DO THAT. NOW, GIVE ME THE KEYS.
NANCY: SO YOU CAN COVER FOR HIM? RICHARD: NANCY.
NANCY: YOU'RE COMMITTING A CRIME BY COVERING UP FOR HIM.
WE ARE GOING TO THE POLICE
AND WE GONNA TELL THEM WHAT HAPPENED.
RICHARD: I DID IT.
I DID IT. I WAS HANDLING THE GUN
WHEN IT WENT OFF.
NANCY: YOU JUST SAID HE DID IT.
RICHARD: IF YOU WANT TO GO TO THE POLICE, LET'S GO.
I WILL TELL THEM THAT I DID IT.
NANCY: WE WILL TELL THEM IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.
RICHARD: GIVE ME THE KEYS AND GO TO BED, PLEASE.
LILLY: GOOD MORNING.
[DONALD SIGHS]
LILLY: YOU GOT IN LATE. [DONALD YAWNS]
OR SHOULD I SAY EARLY.
DONALD: YEAH.
LILLY: IS EVERYTHING OK OVER THERE?
DONALD: YEAH. WHAT TIME IS IT?
LILLY: 8 A.M.
[DONALD SIGHS] LILLY: WELL, I HAVE TO HEAD OUT.
DONALD: WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
LILLY: I HAVE TO PULL SOME CLOTHES FOR THE FIRST LADY
FOR HER SPEECH TOMORROW.
DONALD: OK. OK.
LILLY: I'LL BE AT THE BOUTIQUE.
[DONALD SIGHS]
ARE YOU OK?
LILLY: OH, I'M SORRY.
FORGIVE ME.
I'M JUST A STUPID GIRL FROM WATTS
WHO'S NEVER BEEN TO WAR.
I'M THE STUPID GIRL WHO LIKES TO PLAY WITH FABRICS, SO,
FORGIVE ME IF I'M NOT OK WITH SHOOTING A MAN
AND NOT KNOWING WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM.
DONALD: WELL, HE'S NOT DEAD.
HE'S IN CUSTODY. HE WAS TAKEN TO ANDREWS
AND FLOWN TO CUBA FOR MORE QUESTIONING.
HE WILL LIVE BUT HE WILL BE IN PRISON FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE,
SO, BABY, WE'LL NEVER HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT HIM.
LILLY: WHO IS HE?
DONALD: THAT IS ALL I KNOW.
LILLY: WOULD SOMEONE SEND HIM AFTER ME?
DONALD: WHO WOULD DO THAT?
LILLY: I DON'T KNOW. YOU TELL ME.
DONALD: WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT?
LILLY: I DON'T KNOW.
DONALD: RELAX, OK? [SIGH]
LILLY: OK.
LOOK, I HAVE TO GO.
I'LL SEE YOU LATER.
DONALD: WAIT, LET ME JUST-- LILLY: I WILL SEE YOU LATER.
PRISCILLA: GOOD MORNING, MA'AM.
I CAN GET THAT FOR YOU.
VICTORIA: IF I WANTED YOU TO GET IT,
I WOULD'VE RANG YOU.
PRISCILLA: YES, MA'AM.
UM. WOULD YOU LIKE BREAKFAST?
VICTORIA: WHAT IS WITH YOU PEOPLE?
PRISCILLA: SORRY, MA'AM?
VICTORIA: IT'S ALWAYS "YES, MA'AM" AND "YES, SIR."
YOU'RE ALWAYS SO POLITE.
WHAT ARE YOU? ROBOTS?
PRISCILLA: NO, MA'AM.
VICTORIA: EXACTLY.
SO, STOP BEING SO DAMN FAKE.
IT'S ANNOYING.
PRISCILLA: IT'S NOT FAKE, MA'AM.
MOST OF US DO LOVE OUR JOBS.
VICTORIA: REALLY?
PRISCILLA: YES, MA'AM. WE COUNT IT AS AN HONOR.
VICTORIA: EXCUSE ME. I'M ABOUT TO THROW UP.
PRISCILLA: OH, MAY I GET YOU SOMETHING?
VICTORIA: IT WAS A JOKE. DAMN.
GET OUT OF HERE WITH YOUR FAKE-ASS SMILE.
PRISCILLA: YES, MA'AM.
VICTORIA: OH, WAIT, WAIT.
PRISCILLA: MA'AM?
VICTORIA: LAST NIGHT WHEN I WAS UPSET,
THE STAFF CHANGED.
PRISCILLA: YES, MA'AM. WE BROUGHT IN
ALL OF THE SENIOR STAFF.
VICTORIA: WHY? PRISCILLA: WELL, WE HAD
THE UTMOST CONFIDENCE IN OUR JUNIOR STAFF,
BUT WHEN MATTERS SEEM SENSITIVE,
THE SENIOR STAFF TAKES OVER.
VICTORIA: WHAT'S SENSITIVE?
PRISCILLA: ANYTHING THAT THE SECRET SERVICE DEEMS--
VICTORIA: SPEAK.
PRISCILLA: TALK ABOUT WHAT, MA'AM?
VICTORIA: STOP IT AND TELL ME.
PRISCILLA: TELL YOU WHAT, MA'AM?
VICTORIA: YOU SAW US FIGHTING LAST NIGHT.
PRISCILLA: MA'AM, WE LOOK, BUT WE DON'T SEE.
VICTORIA: SO, THE WHOLE SENIOR STAFF KNOWS?
PRISCILLA: KNOWS WHAT, MA'AM?
VICTORIA: WILL YOU STOP IT?
PRISCILLA: IF YOUR CONCERN IS
ANYONE SPEAKING TO THE PRESS,
YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE THAT CONCERN.
WE ALL KNOW BETTER.
VICTORIA: WHAT ABOUT TALKING TO EACH OTHER?
PRISCILLA: AGAIN, MA'AM, WE DO NOT DO THAT.
VICTORIA: THANK YOU.
PRISCILLA: YES, MA'AM.
BUT MIGHT I SUGGEST SHOWING
A UNIFIED FRONT TO THE STAFF?
IT HELPS EASE TENSIONS.
VICTORIA: YES, OF COURSE.
PRISCILLA: THANK YOU, MA'AM.
VICTORIA: I--I WILL HAVE THAT COFFEE NOW.
I DON'T--[CHUCKLES] I DON'T KNOW
HOW TO WORK THAT DAMN THING.
PRISCILLA: GLADLY.
WOMAN: FIRST LADY.
VICTORIA: WHAT IS IT?
WOMAN: YOUR FATHER IS ON LINE TWO.
HE'D LIKE TO SPEAK WITH YOU AND THE PRESIDENT.
VICTORIA: PUT HIM INTO OUR BEDROOM.
WOMAN: YES, MA'AM.
VICTORIA: ARE YOU SURE NO ONE TALKED ABOUT LAST NIGHT?
PRISCILLA: I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT NO ONE
ON OUR SENIOR STAFF WOULD DO THAT.
[COFFEE MAKER BEEPS TWICE]
HUNTER: OH. WHAT DO YOU WANT?
BY THE WAY, YOU LOOKED NICE,
YOU SLEEPING IN THAT ROOM LAST NIGHT.
[CLICK] VICTORIA: HI, DAD.
DAD ON SPEAKERPHONE: HELLO, DARLING.
VICTORIA: HOW ARE YOU?
DAD: I'M WELL. WHERE'S HUNTER?
HUNTER: RIGHT HERE, SIR. DAD: GOOD.
WHAT TIME IS IT THERE?
HUNTER: UM, ALMOST 8 A.M., SIR.
DAD: AND YOU'RE NOT IN THE OVAL YET?
HUNTER: DRESSED AND HEADED DOWN NOW, SIR.
DAD: THAT'S GOOD. THAT'S REALLY GOOD.
I HEAR THINGS ARE A BIT ROUGH FOR YOU TWO.
HUNTER: UH, WHERE WOULD YOU HEAR THAT, SIR?
DAD: LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, SON.
DO I NEED TO GET YOU TWO IN LINE
OR WILL YOU DO IT ON YOUR OWN?
HUNTER: NO, SIR. WE GOT THIS.
DAD: YOU KNOW WHAT'S AT STAKE HERE, DON'T YOU?
HUNTER: YES, SIR, I DO.
DAD: VICTORIA?
VICTORIA: YES. DAD: OK, THEN.
Y'ALL ENJOY YOURSELVES.
VICTORIA: YES, SIR. DAD: LOVE YOU, DARLING.
VICTORIA: LOVE YOU, TOO, DAD.
DAD: OH, AND DARLING?
VICTORIA: YES? YES, SIR?
DAD: THAT LITTLE PROBLEM WITH YOUR DAUGHTER
HAD A TERRIBLE END.
VICTORIA: SIR?
DAD: I'LL SEND YOU AN ARTICLE.
SO TRAGIC.
BYE NOW.
HUNTER: JEEZ. [SIGH]
VICTORIA: SOMEBODY IS TALKING.
HUNTER: YOU KNOW, IT WOULDN'T MATTER IF YOU
WOULD JUST MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.
VICTORIA: I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU BRING THAT WHORE INTO THIS HOUSE.
HUNTER: WHAT DO YOU CARE?
VICTORIA: YOU NEED TO CALL SOME OF THE SENIOR STAFF INTO THE OVAL
AND TELL THEM THAT WE HAVE OUR ISSUES,
BUT WE LOVE EACH OTHER AND EVERYTHING IS FINE.
HUNTER: WHY WOULD I DO THAT? I HATE YOU, BITCH.
VICTORIA: WELL, BITCH, I HATE YOU, TOO.
BUT THERE'S A LOT ON THE LINE HERE.
MY FATHER.
HUNTER: YOU CAN BOTH GO TO HELL.
VICTORIA: OH, SHOULD I CALL HIM BACK AND TELL HIM THAT?
HUNTER: NO. NO. [SIGH]
[VICTORIA HANGS UP PHONE]
VICTORIA: WE'LL GET THROUGH THESE 4 YEARS.
WE'LL BOTH MAKE MILLIONS.
HUNTER: MAYBE SOME THINGS AREN'T WORTH THE MONEY.
VICTORIA: ANYTHING IS WORTH THE MONEY.
THAT'S WHY WE'RE HERE.
LET'S JUST GET THROUGH THIS.
HUNTER: VICTORIA...
WE SPENT 4 YEARS IN THE MAYOR'S OFFICE
JUST GETTING THROUGH IT.
8 YEARS IN THE GOVERNOR'S MANSION
JUST GETTING THROUGH IT.
WHEN IS IT ENOUGH?
VICTORIA: THINK ABOUT IT, DUMBASS.
THERE'S NOWHERE ELSE TO GO.
WE'RE AT THE TOP. [HUNTER SIGHS]
VICTORIA: THE PINNACLE. WE'VE MADE IT.
WE JUST NEED TO GET THROUGH THESE 4 YEARS.
IF YOU CAN JUST KEEP THOSE TWO INCHES
IN YOUR PANTS LONG ENOUGH.
HUNTER: THAT'S TWO INCHES YOU'LL NEVER GET.
VICTORIA: AND DON'T FORGET WHO PUT YOU HERE.
HUNTER: YEAH, YEAH.
VICTORIA: AND THEY'RE EXPECTING A RETURN
ON THEIR INVESTMENT IN YOU.
HUNTER: AND YOU.
VICTORIA: MOSTLY YOU.
HUNTER: NO, YOU'RE JUST AS MUCH ON THE LINE AS I AM, VICTORIA.
VICTORIA: AS LONG AS YOU KNOW THAT.
GET THE STAFF INTO THE OVAL
AND LET'S SHOW A UNITED FRONT.
HUNTER: OK.
VICTORIA: THIS WILL BE GOOD PRACTICE FOR US FOR TV.
GOD KNOWS I'LL NEED IT.
AND YOU MIGHT WANT TO GO CHECK ON YOUR DAUGHTER.
UNLESS YOUR PENIS IS LEADING YOU
TO SOME OTHER SMALL BUSINESS.
HUNTER: NO, HONEY.
IT'S JUST RUNNING AWAY FROM YOU.
BARRY: DAMN. SHARON: YOU'RE OK. NO, NO, YOU'RE OK.
BARRY: BABY, I GOTTA GO. I GOTTA--
SHARON: HONEY, YOU'RE OK. CALM DOWN.
[BARRY EXHALES] SHARON: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
BARRY: I WAS JUST--I WAS JUST--
SHARON: DREAMING ABOUT HER. I KNOW.
LAY DOWN.
[BARRY EXHALES]
SHARON: IT'S OK.
BARRY: SHE WAS SO... SHE WAS SO REAL.
SHARON: YOU WERE CALLING HER NAME ALL NIGHT.
[BARRY EXHALES]
I NEED TO FIND HER.
I NEED TO LOOK FOR HER. SHARON: BARRY,
GO TAKE A SHOWER, OK?
OK?
BARRY: OK. ALL RIGHT.
SHARON: ALL RIGHT. YOU'RE OK. OK.
BARRY: DAMN. [SLAPS] DAMN IT.
SHARON: WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
BARRY: I LEFT HER DOLL.
I LEFT HER DOLL.
SHARON: WHAT?
BARRY: LEFT HER DOLL IN THE CAR.
NEED TO GO GET IT.
SHARON: WAIT, BABY, WHY? WHAT DO YOU--
BARRY: IT...
IT SMELLS LIKE HER, YOU KNOW?
SHARON: OH, HONEY.
SHARON: BARRY. WHERE ARE YOU--OH, LORD.
WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
BARRY: WHERE'S MY CAR?
SHARON: I DON'T KNOW.
BARRY: DID SOMEONE STEAL MY--
SHARON: BARRY, WHAT? BARRY: I NEED TO CALL THE POLICE.
SHARON: WAIT... BARRY: I NEED TO CALL THE POLICE.
SHARON: NO, NO, NO. HOLD ON, HOLD ON, HOLD ON.
HONEY, WAIT. BARRY, WAIT.
WAIT. HOLD ON!
BARRY: NO, I NEED MY CAR, BABE.
SHARON: WAIT. DON'T CALL THE POLICE.
BARRY: WHAT? MY CAR IS GONE!
[SHARON SIGHS] JUST WAIT. OK, HOLD ON...
BARRY: WHAT ARE YOU SAYING TO ME RIGHT NOW?...
SHARON: KAREEM PRESSED CHARGES
AGAINST YOU, ALL RIGHT?
BARRY: HE DID WHAT? SHARON: YEAH, JUST--
[SIGH] POLICE CAME LOOKING FOR YOU.
BARRY: I CAN'T WORRY ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW.
I NEED MY--I NEED MY CAR.
SHARON: STOP! NANCY: HANG UP THE PHONE.
[SHARON SIGHS] BARRY: YOU KNOW WHERE MY CAR IS?
NANCY: YES. BARRY: WHERE IS IT AT?
NANCY: SHARON, I NEED TO TALK TO MY SON.
SHARON: OK. I GOTTA GET READY FOR WORK, SO--
BARRY: WAIT, WHOA, WHOA. SHARON: BABY, DON'T START.
I'M GOING, OK?
BARRY: THIS DUDE PRESSED CHARGES AGAINST ME
AND YOU STILL GOING TO WORK?
SHARON: BABY, YES. I'M GOING.
MAYBE I CAN HELP, ALL RIGHT? JUST--
BARRY: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN-- YOU CAN HELP?
SHARON: I CAN SEE IF HE'S-- NANCY: SHUT UP!
GO ON, SHARON.
BARRY: MOM!
WHAT THE HELL?
NANCY: HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?
BARRY: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?
NANCY: I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
YOU WENT AND GOT A GUN FROM YOUR COUSIN
AND IT KILLED SOMEBODY?
BARRY: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
NANCY: YOU MUST THINK I'M CRAZY.
BARRY: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
NANCY: AND NOW YOUR DAD IS OUT THERE
COMMITTING A CRIME TO PROTECT YOU.
BARRY: WHAT? NANCY: YES.
HE'S TRYING TO GET RID OF THAT DAMN CAR.
BARRY: I NEED MY CAR.
NANCY: WHO ARE YOU CALLING?
BARRY: CALLIE'S DOLL IS IN THE CAR.
NANCY: WHAT?
BARRY: HER DOLL IS IN THE CAR.
I NEED MY--I NEED A CAR.
NANCY: BARRY, ENOUGH OF THIS.
BARRY: NO, MA! NANCY: GO AHEAD.
BLAME ME. GO ON.
BUT I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS.
[FOOTSTEPS] BARRY: DAD!
MY CAR. WHAT'D YOU DO WITH IT?
RICHARD: NO, SON, YOU NEED TO GET DRESSED.
BARRY: DAD, CALLIE'S DOLL IS IN THE BACK OF MY CAR.
WHERE IS IT AT? RICHARD: WELL, IT'S STILL IN THERE THEN.
BARRY: WHERE? RICHARD: OUTSIDE. LOOK, SON.
YOU NEED TO GET DRESSED.
WE'RE GOING TO THE POLICE. WE'RE GOING
AND WE'RE GONNA TELL THEM WHAT HAPPENED.
BARRY: WHAT HAPPENED WITH WHAT?
RICHARD: GO GET DRESSED.
I'LL TELL YOU ON THE WAY.
NANCY: ARE YOU SURE?
RICHARD: YOU'RE RIGHT. I CAN'T DO THIS.
WHAT KIND OF FATHER WOULD I BE IF I DID THIS?
NANCY: RICHARD, WHAT DO YOU THINK IS GONNA HAPPEN?
RICHARD: I'LL CALL A LAWYER.
NANCY: LORD HELP US.
DONALD: SO, ENVIRONMENTAL CONCERNS--
HUNTER: MORNING!
DONALD: WE GOT OUR FIRST CHOICE, SIR.
IF WE GET THE EPA BEHIND US, WE'RE SCOT-FREE.
YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING? THIRD--
HUNTER: MORNING.
DONALD: SO, AS I WAS SAYING.
IF WE GET THE EPA BEHIND US...
HUNTER: MORNING, GENTLEMEN.
HELLO, MAX. MAX: GOOD MORNING, SIR.
DONALD: YOU'VE GOT A FULL SCHEDULE TODAY, SIR.
WE'LL START WITH THE CABINET MEETING
THAT WE'VE BEEN PUTTING OFF.
HUNTER: WHERE'S MY NEW GUY?
DONALD: SIR? HUNTER: I ASKED FOR THE NEW GUY
AND MAX IS STILL AT THE DOOR.
DONALD: KYLE, SIR? HUNTER: YES. YES.
WHY ISN'T HE THERE?
DONALD: WELL, I...
I HAVEN'T HAD A CHANCE TO TALK TO HIM YET, SIR.
HUNTER: OK. GO TALK TO HIM.
DONALD: YES, SIR. SO, THE TRE--
HUNTER: NOW.
DONALD: YES, SIR.
HUNTER: OH, AND TALK TO MAX, WILL YOU?
DONALD: YES, SIR.
HUNTER: AND DONALD... DONALD: YES, SIR.
HUNTER: I NEED TO SPEAK TO THE ENTIRE STAFF
ALL TOGETHER, PLEASE.
DONALD: YES, SIR.
HUNTER: WHAT'S THIS?
DONALD: THIS IS A LIST OF IDEAS FOR
CABINET MEMBERS, SIR.
HUNTER: FROM MY FATHER-IN-LAW?
DONALD: YES, SIR.
HUNTER: OF COURSE. THANK YOU.
DONALD: YES, SIR.
DONALD: MAX? MAX: YES, SIR.
DONALD: MAY I SPEAK TO YOU A MOMENT?
MAX: YES, SIR.
DONALD: LET'S--LET'S--LET'S WALK AND TALK, HUH?
MAX: I'M ON COVERAGE, SIR. DONALD: THERE ARE SEVERAL AGENTS
GUARDING THIS DOOR.
YOU'LL BE FINE. TRUST ME.
MAX: YES, SIR.
DONALD: SO, YOU KNOW THIS THING
WITH THE FIRST DAUGHTER, RIGHT?
MAX: YES. DONALD: WELL, IT'S CAUSED
US TO MAKE SOME CHANGES.
MAX: YOU MENTIONED THAT. DONALD: YEAH, WELL, IT IS,
AS OF TODAY.
MAX: YES, SIR.
DONALD: KYLE.
KYLE: SIR.
DONALD: MY OFFICE, PLEASE.
AND, MAX...HEY.
PLEASE LET SAM KNOW THAT THE PRESIDENT
WOULD LIKE TO SEE THE STAFFERS
IN HIS OFFICE RIGHT AWAY, OK?
MAX: YES, SIR.
PRISCILLA: WOULD YOU LIKE MORE?
JASON: NO.
PRISCILLA: OK.
JASON: HAVE YOU SEEN MY SISTER THIS MORNING?
PRISCILLA: NO. I HAVEN'T.
JASON: YOU KNOW SHE JUMPED OUT OF A MOVING CAR?
PRISCILLA: I DID NOT KNOW THAT.
JASON: YEAH.
SHE HATES MY MOTHER.
PRISCILLA: I SEE.
JASON: YOU HAVE KIDS?
PRISCILLA: NO. WE'RE TRYING.
JASON: TRYING? PRISCILLA: YES.
WE HAVEN'T BEEN SUCCESSFUL YET.
JASON: OH.
I'M SORRY.
PRISCILLA: THANK YOU.
JASON: HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?
PRISCILLA: TWO.
JASON: OH, TWO. PRISCILLA: YEAH.
JASON: YEAH, LIKE MY PARENTS. THERE'S TWO OF US.
PRISCILLA: YES. WE WANT A BOY AND A GIRL,
JUST LIKE YOUR PARENTS.
JASON: YEAH, BUT... DON'T BE LIKE MY PARENTS.
PRISCILLA: DON'T SAY THAT.
I'M SURE YOUR PARENTS ARE DOING THEIR BEST.
JASON: DON'T KID YOURSELF.
THEY HAVE THE WHOLE WORLD FOOLED.
PRISCILLA: IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE I CAN GET YOU, SIR?
JASON: A WAY OUT OF HERE.
PRISCILLA: I'M SORRY. I CAN'T DO THAT.
JASON: I KNOW.
WOMAN: SHE HAS NO BROKEN BONES,
JUST SOME SCRAPES AND SOME BRUISING.
VICTORIA: OK.
WOMAN: SHE WAS VERY FORTUNATE.
VICTORIA: AREN'T WE ALL?
WOMAN: WELL, IF YOU NEED ME...
VICTORIA: WE KNOW WHERE TO FIND YOU.
WOMAN: THANK YOU. VICTORIA: AND PAM...
PAM: YES, MA'AM.
VICTORIA: DID YOU GIVE HER PAIN MEDS?
PAM: YES. VICTORIA: NO.
DON'T. SHE CAN'T HAVE ANY.
PAM: WELL, THEY'RE VERY MILD,
AND NOT ADDICTIVE.
VICTORIA: NONE. PAM: WELL, SHE MAY--
VICTORIA: PAM.
PAM: YES, MA'AM.
VICTORIA: OK. THAT WILL BE ALL. BYE.
GAYLE: WHAT DO YOU WANT?
JASON: I HEARD YOU JUMPED OUT OF THE CAR.
GAYLE: AND?
JASON: YO, WAY TO GO.
[GAYLE SIGHS]
JASON: DO YOU HAVE ANY BROKEN BONES?
GAYLE: NO.
JASON: CAN I SEE?
GAYLE: CAN YOU SEE WHAT?
JASON: YOUR BRUISES.
GAYLE: OK, NO, YOU ARE SUCH A PERVERT.
JASON: COME ON... GAYLE: NO, I'M SERIOUS.
JASON: LET ME SEE. GAYLE: GET OUT, JASON.
JASON: FINE.
GAYLE: WAIT. JASON: WHAT?
GAYLE: IS DAD HERE?
JASON: YEAH, HE'S IN HIS ROOM.
GAYLE: DOES HE KNOW THAT I'M BACK?
JASON: YEAH. VICTORIA: HE DOESN'T CARE.
JASON: HE DOES.
VICTORIA: LEAVE, JASON.
JASON: MOM... VICTORIA: LEAVE.
HOW ARE YOU FEELING?
GAYLE: THAT'S A STUPID QUESTION.
VICTORIA: OH, I'M SORRY.
ARE YOU IN PAIN?
GAYLE: WHAT DO YOU THINK?
VICTORIA: OK.
GAYLE: WAIT. WHY DO YOU HAVE MY PAIN PILLS?
I NEED THOSE.
VICTORIA: THEY WERE LEFT RIGHT OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR, DARLING.
YOU DON'T NEED THESE.
YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE IN PAIN,
AND I WANT YOU TO KNOW WHAT REAL PAIN IS.
GAYLE: MOM, WILL YOU PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE?
VICTORIA: OK.
OH...HERE'S YOUR PHONE.
GAYLE: HOW DID YOU GET THIS?
VICTORIA: I DON'T KNOW, BUT
PLAY THE LAST VIDEO.
GAYLE: GET OUT.
VICTORIA: PLAY THE VIDEO.
[CLATTERING ON VIDEO]
[GUNFIRE] MAN: AAH!...MAN!
[INDISTINCT VOICES ON VIDEO] GAYLE: WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?
VICTORIA: I DID NOTHING.
BUT THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF ME TEACHING YOU
WHAT REAL PAIN IS.
GAYLE: WHAT HAPPENED?
VICTORIA: WHEN TRAINED AGENTS GO AFTER WANNABE THUGS,
SHOOTOUTS HAPPEN.
YOU BETTER BE GLAD NONE OF OUR GUYS WERE HURT.
MAN ON VIDEO: HERE, MAN.
GAYLE: HE'S DEAD?
VICTORIA: YES. I'M SO SORRY.
DONALD: HAVE YOU SPOKEN TO THE PRESIDENT?
KYLE: UH...YES, SIR.
DONALD: AND WHAT DID YOU TALK ABOUT?
KYLE: I'M CONFUSED BY YOUR LINE OF QUESTIONING.
DONALD: DON'T PLAY GAMES WITH ME, KYLE.
KYLE: I TOLD HIM THAT MAX WASN'T UP TO OUR STANDARDS.
DONALD: IS THAT RIGHT? KYLE: YES.
HE CONVENIENTLY LET THE FIRST DAUGHTER
OUT OF THE WHITE HOUSE. DONALD: RIGHT THERE.
HOW'D YOU KNOW?
KYLE: WELL, SIR, MAX HAD A RESPONSIBILITY.
DONALD: WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR, KYLE?
KYLE: OK, NOW I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN.
DONALD: PRESS PLAY.
KYLE: THE KID WANTED A TOUR.
DONALD: AND YOU JUST SO HAPPENED TO SHOW HIM
HOW EMPLOYEES COME AND GO,
AND HIS SISTER JUST HAPPENS TO WALK
RIGHT ON OUT OF THE WHITE HOUSE
AND GETS INTO THE TRUNK OF AN EMPLOYEE'S CAR?
KYLE: WELL, SIR, MAX HAD THE RESPONSIBILITY--
DONALD: NO, NO, NO, CUT THE ..., KYLE.
YOU KNOW WHAT?
IT WORKED. YEAH.
HE WANTS YOU ON HIS DETAIL.
KYLE: YES, SIR.
DONALD: KYLE, YOU ARE GOOD AT YOUR JOB,
BUT YOU ARE A SNAKE, AND I WILL
BE WATCHING YOU LIKE A HAWK.
KYLE: THAT GIVES ME COMFORT, SIR.
DONALD: WHAT? KYLE: I LOVE IT WHEN YOU WATCH ME.
DONALD: KYLE. KYLE: IN THE SHOWER.
DONALD: DO YOU WANT THIS JOB? KYLE: I WANT YOU, SIR.
DONALD: GET OUT OF MY OFFICE.
KYLE: HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO
TELL YOU THAT I'M SORRY?
DONALD: OUT. NOW. KYLE: I KNOW THAT I
BROKE YOUR HEART, BUT HE MEANT NOTHING TO ME,
AND TO GO AS FAR AS TO MARRY THIS--
DONALD: GET OUT.
KYLE: NO.
DONALD: I SAID GET OUT.
KYLE: PLEASE, PLEASE FORGIVE ME.
DONALD: GET AWAY FROM ME. KYLE: LISTEN, YOU HAVE
TO GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE. PLEASE.
DONALD: NO. KYLE. KYLE: I KNOW THAT YOU STILL LOVE ME.
DONALD: GET UP AND GET OUT RIGHT NOW. NO.
KYLE: I KNOW THAT YOU STILL WANT ME.
DONALD: I SAID GET OUT.
KYLE: I CAN SEE IT.
DONALD: GET OUT OF MY OFFICE, KYLE, RIGHT NOW.
[KYLE LAUGHS]
OK. [SNIFFS]
[LAUGHS] [DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
PRISCILLA: DO WE KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON?
SAM: NO.
JEAN: PROBABLY TO FIRE US ALL.
SAM: THAT'S NOT IT. JEAN: YEAH, OK.
JUST GIVE ME MY CAR BACK FIRST, PLEASE.
KYLE: PERKINS? PERKINS: YES, SIR.
KYLE: THANKS FOR YOUR HELP.
PERKINS: YES, SIR.
KYLE: HOW ARE YOU, MAX?
MAX: GO TO HELL.
KYLE: COME ON, BUDDY. DON'T BE THAT WAY.
MAX: SHUT UP. KYLE: WHAT DID I DO?
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
DONALD: AHEM. YOU'RE ALL HERE?
KYLE: YES, SIR. GLADLY.
HUNTER: HELLO! MAN: HELLO, MR. PRESIDENT.
HUNTER: MY WIFE AND I WOULD LIKE TO
APOLOGIZE FOR LAST NIGHT.
SEEMS WE HAD A LITTLE TOO MUCH TO DRINK.
VICTORIA: WHICH WE RARELY DO.
HUNTER: MM-HMM.
I LOVE THIS WOMAN VERY MUCH.
VICTORIA: AND I LOVE HIM.
I'M SURE YOU'VE ALL HAD ISSUES WITH YOUR SPOUSES.
HUNTER: SO, FORGIVE US,
WHILE WE WORK ON OUR MARRIAGE
TO DO A BETTER JOB FOR ALL OF YOU
AND FOR THE COUNTRY.
VICTORIA: THANK YOU, REALLY.
WE KNOW HOW MUCH YOU ALL DID TO
PROTECT US LAST NIGHT.
HUNTER: YEAH. SAM. MAX.
REALLY APPRECIATE IT.
VICTORIA: AND YUMA, YOU WERE AMAZING
WITH MY DAUGHTER LAST NIGHT.
SHE'S FEELING MUCH BETTER NOW, SO, THANK YOU.
HUNTER: ANY QUESTIONS?
VICTORIA: OK. GREAT.
PRISCILLA: I'M SORRY. I DO HAVE A QUESTION.
VICTORIA: OH. PLEASE.
PRISCILLA: WHILE WE ALL DO OUR BEST TO DO A GREAT JOB,
IT WILL BE VERY DIFFICULT WITHOUT RICHARD HALLSEN.
DONALD: PRISCILLA, I WILL TALK TO-- HUNTER: ...JUST--WHO'S THAT?
PRISCILLA: OUR LEAD BUTLER, SIR.
HE IS INVALUABLE HERE TO ALL OF US.
HUNTER: WELL, DO YOU ALL FEEL THAT WAY?
[PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY] MAN: YES, SIR, MR. PRESIDENT.
HUNTER: HMM. THEN I THINK WE SHOULD
HIRE HIM BACK RIGHT AWAY.
RIGHT, DEAR?
VICTORIA: I THINK THAT'S A GREAT IDEA.
HUNTER: WOW. DONALD: I'LL ARRANGE IT.
HUNTER: THANK YOU, DONALD. DONALD: YOU'RE WELCOME.
PRISCILLA: THANK YOU, SIR.
HUNTER: THANK YOU.
VICTORIA: LET GO OF MY DAMN HAND.
HUNTER: WHY? WHEN I LOVE SQUEEZING IT SO TIGHTLY.
VICTORIA: HUNTER...
HUNTER: HOW WAS THAT, DONALD?
DONALD: VERY GOOD, SIR.
HUNTER: GOOD.
DONALD: SO...ARE YOU READY TO GET DOWN TO BUSINESS?
HUNTER: ABSOLUTELY. JUST WAITING
FOR THE WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST WING TO LEAVE.
VICTORIA: ... OFF.
HUNTER: BYE! [DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
WOMAN: SUCH A BEAUTIFUL DAY.
RICHARD: HI.
WOMAN: HEY.
RICHARD: I'M RICHARD.
WOMAN: TALLY.
RICHARD: MY WIFE TELLS ME THAT YOU KNOW RUTH.
TALLY: ARE YOU THE POLICE?
RICHARD: NO, NO, NO, NO. I'M HER HUSBAND.
TALLY, YOU DO KNOW MY GRANDBABY IS MISSING.
TALLY: YES. I KNOW.
RICHARD: AND YOU HELPED TAKE HER?
TALLY: YES, I DID. I'VE DONE SO MANY TERRIBLE THINGS.
RICHARD: NO, NO, IT'S ALL RIGHT. WE ALL HAVE.
TALLY, DO YOU KNOW WHERE I CAN FIND HER?
TALLY: NO. ALL I KNOW IS
THEY WILL KILL ME.
RICHARD: WHO?
TALLY: THE HIGHEST.
HE'S GONNA KILL ME.
RICHARD: NO, NOBODY'S GONNA HURT YOU.
TALLY: YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. I'M DEAD.
IF YOU LEAVE, THEY KILL YOU.
RICHARD: THEN LET US HELP YOU.
TALLY: AIN'T NO HELP FOR ME.
RICHARD: THEN WHY DID YOU COME HERE?
TALLY: 'CAUSE I KNEW THAT THEY WOULDN'T LOOK FOR ME HERE,
AND...BECAUSE OF YOUR WIFE.
YOU'LL--YOU'LL KEEP LOOKING FOR YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER, RIGHT?
RICHARD: YES.
TALLY: THIS IS MY DAUGHTER.
HER NAME IS TAVIA AND SHE'S A GOOD GIRL.
RICHARD: WHERE CAN I FIND HER?
TALLY: LAST NIGHT, I MADE A LIST OF
ALL OF THE PLACES THAT I KNOW.
RICHARD: HONEY. IS THIS WHERE THE CHILDREN ARE?
TALLY: YES, BUT AS I TOLD YOUR WIFE, THEY MOVE AROUND A LOT
DO YOU HAVE A CELL PHONE?
RICHARD: YEAH.
TALLY: CAN YOU RECORD ME?
RICHARD: YEAH, UH, SURE.
TALLY: MY NAME IS TALLY DAVIS
AND I'M 26 YEARS OLD.
MY DAUGHTER'S NAME IS TAVIA MADISON DAVIS.
SHE'S 4. SHE IS WITH THE RAKUDUSHIS.
IT IS MY LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT
TO HAVE ALL OF MY DAUGHTERS RAISED
BY NANCY AND RICHARD... WHAT'S YOUR LAST NAME?
RICHARD: HONEY, LISTEN.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS. YOU'RE NOT GONNA DIE.
TALLY: YES, I AM.
RICHARD: LISTEN, I KNOW A LOT OF PEOPLE WHO CAN HELP YOU.
TALLY: THEY'RE GONNA FIND ME.
RICHARD: TALLY, TALLY, LISTEN TO ME.
TALLY: THANK YOU SO MUCH
FOR THAT LAST GOOD MEAL.
IT WAS REALLY GOOD, AND I'M SO SORRY
THAT YOU HAVE TO CLEAN THIS UP.
[GUNSHOT] [NANCY SCREAMS]
ANNOUNCER: NEXT ON "THE OVAL"...
[NANCY SCREAMING] BARRY: MOM, LET'S GO.
HUNTER: I WANNA SEE HER. KYLE: YES, SIR.
HUNTER: NOW. KYLE: I CAN MAKE THAT HAPPEN, SIR.
RICHARD: YOU ARE IN TROUBLE.
BARRY: I DIDN'T KILL HER!
RICHARD: BUT YOU KILLED SOMEONE. BARRY: WHAT?
SHARON: I LOVE HIM. HE JUST--
HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO BE NORMAL.
LIKE, NO DRAMA.
SAM: YOU SNIVELED YOUR WAY INTO THAT JOB,
AND NOW YOU'RE GONNA GIVE HIM ACCESS
TO EVERYTHING HE ASKS FOR.
KYLE: HE'S THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES, SIR.
SAM: HE NEEDS TO BE MANAGED.
DENISE: CRAWL TO ME.
WHO'S GOT THE POWER?
HUNTER: WHO DOES IT LOOK LIKE? DENISE: MM-HMM.