- Who did the President kill? - No! Lilly! Kyle, no.
I really wish you hadn't have said that.
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Kyle: You better be damn sure
that you don't remember what was said in here.
Lilly: Neither of you scare me.
Sam: Him and Kareem, they were fighting
over the gun. That's how Richard got shot.
Bobby: Take it. It's a burner phone.
You can reach me at any time. Lilly: Ohh!
Barry: What else are you all selling up there?
Sharon: What are you saying to me right now?
Victoria: You are lying, and I won't have it.
Kyle: You know what we have to do.
Donald: If it comes to it, I will do what I have to.
Lilly: I am gonna sing like a bird.
Donald: I can't let you do this.
[Lilly whimpering] Donald: Aah!
[Donald grunting] Lilly: No! Aah!
Lilly: Please! Aah!
[Coughing]
[Donald grunting]
[Lilly gasping and whimpering]
Donald: I can't do it.
Why are you making me do this?
No, no.
Please, don't--don't-- don't make me.
Don't make me do this.
[Lilly sobbing]
[Donald panting]
You're not gonna run?
Lilly: No, no.
Donald: This could be a--
a really good life, I promise you.
I--you know, I--
I don't--I don't want you to die.
I love you, I swear. I swear I do.
[Lilly crying]
Donald: Lilly, Lilly.
Lilly.
Lilly, no.
No, no, no, baby.
I don't want to do this.
I swear, I swear, I swear.
Baby, please, please, please, please, please.
Just--just listen, huh? Just hear me, just hear me.
Hey, I--I was only doing this because of what--
because of what they would do to you.
They will make you pay for it. You--you--you don't want that.
You don't want that, OK?
- You tried to kill me! - Why won't you
just listen and do what I ask?
Lilly: Aah!
[Both grunting]
Lilly: Unh! No.
Donald: If you do this, I have no choice, OK?
Lilly, Lilly--
Lilly: Help! Help!
[Crying] Help! Please!
Man: Ladies and gentlemen... [Echoes]
♪ 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 ♪
Lilly: Help!
[Crying] Help! Please!
Oh!
[Whimpering]
Donald: You want to leave? You want to leave, huh?
Lilly, crying: Please, please.
Donald: OK. OK.
[Sniffles] I can leave?
Donald: But--but
let me say good-bye to you, huh?
Lilly: I'll come back. Donald: No, no.
Lilly: I--I just--I got to think about all of this.
Donald: You walk out that door, you're gonna go to the police
and they will know and you will disappear,
and everything you said will disappear.
- Please. - You don't understand, OK?
They will kill you, OK? And I--I--I have to do it
if you don't stay in line. Do you--do you understand?
Huh? Huh? Lilly: Yes.
Donald: Now--now--now--now-- now, you can't divorce me.
You have to stay with me, stay by my side.
Do--do you understand? [Panting]
Lilly: Yes. Donald: And--and--and--
we have to have kids. N-n-now--I--I have to have--
I have to have a family.
Lilly: OK.
Donald: No, no, no, you--
you're looking at me like I'm crazy.
Lilly: No, I'm not. Donald: No, no, no!
Don't--don't patronize me, OK?
Lilly: I'm--I'm not.
[Donald panting]
Then--then--then talk to me, huh? Talk to me.
Lilly: Who are these people?
Donald: No, no, no, no. You--you don't want to know.
You don't want to know, but...
I'm next in line for the presidency.
Lilly: This isn't real. I mean, people don't just choose--
Donald: Baby, baby, listen, listen, listen.
There are five-- five families
that run this country, huh?
Lilly: Like, you mean, like-- Donald: No, no, no, no,
baby, I mean money, do you understand?
They--they--they-- they own everything.
They own--they own the oil companies
and the pharmaceuticals and--
and--and politicians, and, baby, baby, baby,
they own Wall Street, baby, and...
[Panting] and...
and they own us.
Lilly: I didn't ask for this.
Donald: I am so, so, so, so sorry, OK?
I am so, so sorry. [Panting]
Lilly: Donald, what--
what if I can't do this?
What, you gonna kill me?
Donald: No, baby, baby, I--
I love you too much, way too much.
Lilly: No, but you just tried to kill me.
Donald: Yes, yes, but I can't.
I cannot, do you understand?
Lilly: So you-- you--so you couldn't?
Donald: No.
Lilly: Then let me go.
Donald: But...
[Panting]
but...
but if I let you go, and you go to the police,
baby, they will--they will kill you, do you understand?
Lilly: So then the choice is mine?
Donald: Yeah.
I can't-- I--I can't do it.
Lilly: Well, then... Donald: It's your--
Lilly: I want to go.
Donald: It's your decision to make.
Lilly: Mm-hmm. Donald: Yeah.
You want to go? Lilly: Yes, please.
Donald: I am so, so sorry.
I love you so much. Tell me--tell me--
tell me--tell me you love me, please, baby?
[Lilly sobs]
[Donald crying]
Lilly: I--I love you, too.
I just need to take a drive and think about all of this, please.
Donald: OK, but listen, listen.
if you mention this to anybody,
I can't help you. Do you understand?
Lilly: Yes. Donald: So--so--so--so
I...
I hope that tomorrow you are here
in the bed with me,
and if we can go to the White House together,
you--you can meet with the First Lady and--
and they--they believe that everything is normal.
You--you--you--you don't know how--how important that is.
Lilly: OK. Donald: OK.
Lilly: OK, I will. I promise.
Donald: Yeah.
[Lilly sobs]
Donald: I--I hope this is not the last time I see you.
Lilly: OK.
[Door opens]
[Door closes]
Jean: Oh.
I'm sorry, ma'am. I'll leave.
Gayle: No, I don't care that you're here.
Jean: Shall I call the chef?
Gayle: No. I can get my own ice cream.
Jean: Yes, ma'am.
Enjoy the rest of your night.
Gayle: I saw you.
Jean: I'm sorry?
Gayle: I saw your place. I was in the trunk of your car.
Jean: Ma'am, I don't know--
Gayle: Look, can you just stop with the "ma'am" shit?
OK, they know you didn't do anything.
Jean: OK, well, I don't think you should do that.
Gayle: OK, well, I know that now,
and I don't need you to lecture me.
Jean: I'm sorry.
[Gayle sighs]
Who's Greg?
Jean: I'm sorry?
Gayle: I heard you talking to him
on the phone when I was in the car.
Did he break your heart?
Jean: OK, well, seeing as how you weren't supposed
to be in my car, that's a private conversation.
Gayle: Well, I also heard you tell him that my mother is
a bitch and my brother is a perv.
Jean: Ma'am? Gayle: I can have you fired.
You know you're not supposed to be talking about us.
Jean: I understand. Do what you have to do.
Gayle: But I won't.
Jean: Thank you, ma'am.
Gayle: And you know why I won't?
Jean: Do you care to tell me?
Gayle: Because I heard what you said about me.
Jean: And what was that?
Gayle: That you feel sorry for me.
Not that I need your sympathy or anything,
but I appreciated it.
Jean: You're welcome.
Gayle: Look, can I count on you?
Jean: For?
Gayle: For your help.
Can you find out what happened to my boyfriend?
Jean: How can I do that?
Gayle: The police say it was a gang murder,
but I don't believe them.
Jean: Yeah, but how am I going to help you?
I'm just a maid. Maybe Sam can help you.
Gayle: No. You.
I mean, maybe you can ask around your neighborhood?
Jean: OK.
Yes, ma'am.
Gayle: Thank you.
Jean: You're welcome.
Have a good night.
Gayle: You, too.
Bitch. Ugh
[Hunter sighs]
Kyle: Calling it a night, sir?
Hunter: Yeah. Kyle: Yes, sir.
Hunter: Oh, anyone around?
Kyle: No, sir.
This is my favorite time of the night.
Hunter: Yeah, mine, too.
Hey, uh, thank you, Kyle.
Kyle: For? Hunter: Oh, what you did.
Kyle: I have no idea. Hunter: Heh!
Look, yeah, the thing you can't talk about?
I owe you. Thank you.
Kyle: Well, sir, it would be my greatest pleasure
to do whatever you need done, sir.
Hunter: Yeah, I appreciate that, Kyle.
Thank you.
Kyle: Is there anything that you need, sir?
Hunter: Eh, you suggesting something?
Kyle: Well, sir, I--I once had a friend
who lost someone who fulfilled
a very private
and special need, sir,
and it became a problem
if he didn't have someone to fill those needs,
so...he counted on me.
Hunter: Uh, to do what?
Kyle: To take care of his needs, sir.
Hunter: Heh! Well, I--
are you, uh, are you really suggesting this right now?
Kyle: Sir?
Hunter: I'm--I, uh-- after everything
that's gone on, I mean, come on. [Sighs]
Kyle: Sir, I don't know what you're referring to,
and perhaps you shouldn't mention it again.
Hunter: Yeah, well, thank you,
but I don't want another girl.
Kyle: Sir?
Hunter: That is--that is...
what you were suggesting, right?
Kyle: Sir, I was--
I was just talking about my friend.
Hunter: Good night, Kyle.
Kyle: Good night, sir.
Ahem. [Sniffs]
Doctor: Hallsen family?
Nancy: Yes. Yes. Doctor: Hi. I'm Dr. Brown.
- Is he all right? - Yes.
Priscilla: Oh! Nancy: Oh, thank you.
Can I see him?
Dr. Brown: He's coming out of surgery.
You can see him in about an hour.
Nancy: Oh, thank you.
Thank you.
Priscilla: You see?
Nancy: Yes. Thank you, God.
[Both laugh]
Priscilla: Oh, God.
Here, here, wipe your eyes, wipe your eyes.
Sam: We can all breathe a little easier.
Priscilla: Yes. Thank God.
Nancy: Can we? Sam: Mmm.
Priscilla: Well, what do you mean?
Nancy: Barry.
Sam: You know, the jail's only a few blocks from here.
I can run around there and see him. I'll come right back.
Priscilla: Yeah, why don't you do that, baby?
Sam: I'm sure he's concerned about his father.
Priscilla: Yeah. Nancy: Is he?
Priscilla: Nancy.
Nancy: No, he done drove that car through the window
on purpose, with his daddy in the front seat.
Priscilla: Well, maybe he-- Nancy: Look, I don't care
what his excuse is. It's a damn shame.
Sam: I'll go talk to him.
Nancy: I mean, I--I think he's just lost his mind or something.
Sam: I'll be back. Priscilla: OK.
Nancy: I mean, that is crazy as hell.
Priscilla: I know. Nancy: And then, with the gun,
he--he--tugging over the gun with the guy?
Priscilla: Nancy-- Nancy: What was he thinking?
Was he that upset with the boy?
Priscilla: Nancy! Nancy: What?
Priscilla: I think I liked you better when you were in shock.
Nancy: That is not funny.
Priscilla: Now... [Nancy sighs]
Priscilla: All I'm saying is
let's focus on the good news.
We can worry about the rest of that stuff later.
I know this is a lot,
but Richard is OK.
He's gonna be OK.
That's good news.
[Sighs]
Nancy: Yes, it is. [Priscilla chuckles]
Kareem: Just look at what happened to his store.
Sharon: We'll get it all cleaned up, all right? I promise.
We will.
Kareem: But I'll always see that truck just coming
through the window at us. [Sharon sighs]
I'm sorry...all right?
But let's not--let's not talk about that.
I mean, you had some really good times here with your dad, right?
Kareem: Yeah, but look at it now.
Sharon: We'll get it there, OK?
Kareem: OK, yeah. Look, I can't be closed.
Sharon, I need it open every day.
We're barely staying afloat. I mean, I--I'm doing a lot.
Sharon: Look, look, it's OK, Kareem.
It's OK.
Kareem: OK, yeah. Sorry.
Sharon: All right. Kareem: It's just a lot
going on, you know. It's a hell of a day.
Thank you.
Sharon: Oh, you don't have to thank me.
I think we both need something...
from the back.
Kareem: Oh, like that? Sharon: Mm-hmm. Valium.
Kareem: Oh, OK.
Sharon: OK? Want to do it?
Kareem: I don't know. You're not supposed
to get high on your own supply.
Sharon: Well, you're the boss, so...
Kareem: I am the boss.
I don't know if we can find it back there--
Sharon: I'll find it. Don't worry about it.
Kareem: Um... Sharon: Come on.
Kareem: Wait. No, no, no, just wait.
Sharon: What?
Kareem: You think he would have killed me?
Sharon: I don't want to talk about that right now.
Kareem: I know he would have.
Sharon, I saw the look in his eye. I mean,
he would have killed me and then he would have killed you.
Sharon: Kareem, let's just not talk about this, OK?
Kareem: You know, he murdered that woman, too.
Sharon: What?
Kareem: Yeah, um...Ruth.
Sharon: What are you-- what are you talking about?
Kareem: That's what everybody's saying.
They're saying he killed her.
Sharon: I haven't heard that.
Kareem: Well, they wouldn't say it to you.
Sharon: Who is saying that?
Kareem: Sharon, listen, you need to stay away from him.
He's crazy.
Sharon, look at this store.
Look what he did.
Sharon: I just-- I don't know him
to be someone who'd do something like this. I don't.
Kareem: OK, well, do you know him to be somebody who would
drive through a store, then accidentally shoot his daddy?
Sharon: Look, can we just go get the pills, OK?
Kareem: Yeah, I just want you to be safe.
Sharon: Yeah.
[Gayle sighs] I hate this place.
Jason: Yeah, so do I.
Gayle: What are you doing?
Jason: I--I'm online.
Gayle: Why? It's not like we can search where we want to.
Jason: Says who?
Gayle: What?
Jason: You can surf.
Gayle: No, we can't.
I mean, every time I try to look up something,
it says my search is invalid.
Jason: OK, so, uh, what are you trying to look up?
Gayle: That's none of your business.
[Jason scoffs]
Fine.
Gayle: How are you even surfing?
Jason: You know I have my ways.
Gayle: OK, just tell me.
[Jason whispers] I have Dad's secure Wi-Fi code.
Gayle: How the hell did you get that?
Jason: You really asking me that?
Gayle: You're an idiot. They can see everything you're doing.
Jason: No, they can't.
Gayle: Yes, they can.
Jason: OK, well, whoever is looking
will just see how much porn Dad really likes.
Oh.
Damn.
Victoria: Hunter,
tell me not to call my mother.
Hunter: Don't call your mother.
Victoria: If I start asking around...
Hunter: Yeah, you, uh, you shouldn't do that.
Victoria: You tell me what happened.
Hunter: I--I don't know what you're talking about.
Victoria: So this girl just happens to be killed?
Hunter: Oh, um, yeah, I don't know.
I'm going to, uh, I'm going to go take a shower.
[Victoria scoffs] OK.
OK, keep avoiding me.
Hunter: You should just let this go.
Victoria: You know I know how to find out what happened.
Hunter: And, by doing so,
you're gonna raise a lot of red flags.
Victoria: Then tell me what happened.
Hunter: I don't know.
Victoria: OK, OK, fine, fine.
Hunter: I'm serious.
Victoria: OK.
Did you talk to your son?
Hunter: I'll do it tomorrow.
Victoria: You will do it now.
Hunter: It has been a long, long night.
Victoria: Yeah, and it's gonna get even longer
if you get into this bed without talking to him.
Hunter: Look, he's probably asleep.
Victoria: Wake his ass up!
Hunter: Tomorrow.
Victoria: Hunter!
[Hunter sighs]
[Knock on door]
Hunter: Jason.
Jason: Yeah?
Hunter: Need to talk to you.
Jason: About?
Hunter: About what happened at lunch today
with your grandmother.
Jason: What happened?
Hunter: You pleasuring yourself under the table?
Jason: Dad, I wasn't.
Hunter: Jason, listen to me.
I don't care what you do. I really don't.
You just can't embarrass me or this office.
Jason: Are you really saying that to me?
Hunter: Yes. Jason: No, I mean,
the things you've been doing with that Denise woman?
Hunter: What do you know about that?
Jason: She's sexy.
Hunter: You've seen her?
Jason: I saw her every time she was here.
Hunter: Did you see her today?
Jason: Yep.
Hunter: How?
You were with your grandmother.
Jason: Dad.
Hunter: Are you spying on me, Jason?
Jason: No. Hunter: Jason.
How did you see her?
Jason: I didn't, OK?
Hunter: You lying to me?
Jason: I always lie to you.
Hunter: You think this is funny, huh?
Jason: Yeah, I do.
Yeah, this whole thing, it's funny,
us being sold to the world as, like, a perfect family.
Hunter: Yeah, well...
one day you'll understand.
[Jason scoffs]
Hunter: Jason? Jason: Never.
Hunter: If I find out you're spying on me...
Jason: I'm not.
Hunter: Kyle!
Kyle: Yes, sir?
Hunter: My son spying on me?
Kyle: Not possible, sir. We sweep every day.
Hunter: Something doesn't add up.
Keep an eye on him, all right?
Kyle: Yes, sir, Mr. President.
Hunter: 'Night, Kyle.
Lewis: Sir. Kyle: Sir?
Lewis: Is he expecting you?
Kyle: He's always expecting me.
Lewis: I'll have to let him know that you're here.
Kyle: Hey, I know that you're a rookie, Lewis, but it's fine.
Lewis: Sir, I have to let him know you're here.
Sir, Kyle is here.
Kyle: See, you little pit bull? It's fine.
Lewis: Sir.
Kyle: Mmm.
Hi.
Donald: Hi.
Kyle: She here?
Donald: No,
but I'm sure you already know that.
Kyle: Yes, I do.
Donald: Where is she?
Kyle: Well, she's driven to the Ninth Precinct Station
3 times, and then she drives away.
Donald: Damn.
Kyle: You want to tell me what happened?
I couldn't do it.
I know...
'cause you're a good man.
Donald: Get the hell away from me.
Kyle: You are.
Donald: So then why am I in this situation?
[Kyle sighs]
Come on.
It's not that bad.
Donald: No, not for you because you're heartless.
Kyle: Tell you what, that hurts.
Donald: No, no, no, Kyle, you need
to feel something for it to hurt.
Kyle: Come here. Come on. Have a drink.
Donald: No, no, I don't-- I don't want a drink.
Kyle: Listen, I know that you couldn't do it.
It's OK. We will take care of this. I will take care of it.
Donald: No, I--I don't want that for her.
Kyle: Heh! I know that you don't,
but what choice do you have?
Donald: She will come back, she will.
Kyle: No, she won't, Don. Donald: Yes, she will come.
She will be here. She will come back tonight.
Kyle: She is sitting in the parking lot
of that station right now.
Donald: Damn it, Lilly.
Kyle: If she goes in there... Donald: I know.
Kyle: there's no turning back. Donald: No, I said I know!
I know! I get it, OK? Kyle: OK.
I'm sorry.
I know you liked her.
Donald: No. I love her.
Kyle: Mmm, come on. Give me a break. Are you serious?
- You just don't understand. - No, I don't understand.
She's a girl. Donald: Of course you wouldn't.
Kyle: Will you just come?
Donald: Where are you going?
Kyle: I'm gonna take your mind off of this.
Donald: No, no, I don't--
Kyle: Come on. You know you want to.
Some of our best sex was when you were upset.
Donald: Kyle.
Kyle: Ahem.
She's not coming back.
What?
Kyle: She's going into that station...
and I'm going upstairs.
Kyle: I'll be waiting. Donald: Ky--Kyle.
Kyle: You'll be there. Donald: Kyle!
Kyle: You'll be there. Donald: K-Kyle,
come down from there right now! Kyle!
Kyle: God, you are so sexy. Donald: Kyle!
Kyle: Keep on yelling. Keep on yelling.
I better be the one yelling soon.
You better make me growl.
Yeah.
Make me growl!
[Cellphone ringing]
Bobby: Hey, you good?
Lilly: No.
Bobby: What happened?
Lilly: He--he tried to kill me.
Bobby: What?
Lilly: Yes.
Bobby: Where are you? I'm coming to you.
Lilly: I'm at--I'm at the police station.
Bobby: Wait, D.C. Metro? Lilly: Yes.
Bobby: No, don't.
Lilly: Why?
Bobby: Don't tell 'em.
Lilly: What?
Bobby: They have people there.
Lilly: What am I supposed to do?
Bobby: I'm sure they know you're there already.
- Bobby-- - Look, just come back to me.
[Lilly sniffles] But they're following me.
Bobby: That's OK. No one knows I'm here.
They'll just think you got a room.
Lilly: Oh, God, I'm so confused right now.
Bobby: I know, and I swear I can keep you safe.
Look, I know this is hard, but trust me.
Lilly: OK.
Bobby: I'll see you in a bit.
Lilly: Yes, OK.
[Sniffles] OK, bye.
Sam: Hi. I thought that was you.
Lilly: Hi.
Sam: In fact, what are you doing here?
Lilly: Oh, no, I--I was just, uh,
taking a drive, yeah.
- Are you OK? - Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
Sam: All right, can I, uh, help you with something?
Lilly: No, I'm--I'm good. Thank you.
OK. [Sniffles]
Sorry. Heh! Bye.
Sam: Hollins.
Hey.
- Hello. What's happening? - Where's your boss?
Hollins: He's in there, and he's in a shitty mood.
- Ah, what's new? - Copy that.
Jake: Yeah? Hey.
Sam: Hey.
Jake: Sandwich?
Sam: No.
Jake: Yeah, well, you look like you could use a meal.
Sam: Yeah, right.
Jake: So what's up?
Sam: You know I want to see him.
Jake: Yeah, yeah, of course. Uh, come on.
Sam: No, no, no, not back there, in here.
- Sam. - Come on, man.
You know they got a lot of ears over there.
[Jake sighs]
Yeah, Hollins, uh, bring over Bartholomew Hallsen, please.
Yeah.
Sam: Thank you.
Jake: Yeah.
Sam: What you got?
Jake: Well, what I told you.
I got a knife and the car. Now I have this pharmacy.
Sam: Did he seem off when he came in?
Jake: Yeah, well, we did a Breathalyzer.
Sam: And? Jake: Crystal clear.
What, think he's on drugs?
Sam: No,
but this does seem a bit out of the ordinary.
Jake: Well, hey, sometimes kids, they have a, uh, a rough patch.
Sam: In their teens, most of the time,
and this kid was an honors student,
never in any trouble, never with the wrong crowds, nothing.
Jake: Yeah, well, I don't know what to tell you,
other than he will not be leaving here today.
Sam: I know that.
Jake: How's his father?
Sam: He's gonna make it.
Jake: That's good, and, uh, here he is.
[Door opens]
- Uncle Sam. - Son.
Barry: How's my dad?
Sam: He's all right.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
Can I talk to him alone?
Jake: Sure.
[Sighs]
Sam: Come on, man. The cuffs.
Jake: No, no, sir, you already used up all your favors on this one.
- Jake. - You know, I hope he knows
that you put your ass on the line for him,
and you just got screwed.
I'll be out here.
[Sam sighs]
Barry: So--so is he in the hospital?
Sam: Yeah. He had to have surgery.
Barry: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Sam: Barry.
Barry: Does my mother know?
Sam: She's in the hospital with him.
Barry: I didn't mean to.
I just--
Sam: What happened?
Barry: I drove up to the shop and...
I saw Sharon having sex with that clown.
She was having sex with Kareem. He owns the pharmacy.
Sam: Then what happened?
Barry: I saw them and I just drove the truck through the window.
Sam: What else you remember?
Barry: My father, he was-- he was screaming at me and...
and then the gun went off.
Then I looked over, I just saw him shot.
Sam: If you remember all that, then you didn't go blank.
Barry: Are you--are you sure he's gonna be OK?
Sam: Yes, but that man you shot won't be,
and Ruth, and the knife was in your jacket.
Barry: I didn't do that. Sam: Are you sure you didn't
see Ruth that night and have a fit of rage
and get mad like you did tonight?
Barry: No. As mad as I was at her,
I could never do that.
I couldn't hurt anybody.
Sam: You hurt Kareem. Barry: That's different.
Sam: How is that different?
Barry: Kareem was a guy. I would never hit a girl.
Sam: Barry...you know this is bad, right?
Barry: Yeah, I know that. I just need to make sure
that my father is OK.
Sam: You're gonna have to stay in here.
Barry: OK.
Sam: Hopefully the judge will set bail and we can get you out.
Do not talk to anybody in here about anything.
Do you understand?
- Yes, sir. - I mean it.
Barry: Yeah, OK, I got it, but
can you just make sure that my father knows...
I love him...
and I'm sorry?
Yeah.
Barry: And my mother, too, please.
Sam: I will.
He's all yours.
Jake: All right.
Yeah, now take him back.
Hollins: Let's go.
Hollins: Come on.
Sam: Thanks, Jake. Jake: Yeah, anytime.
Sam: I'll call you. Jake: Yeah.
Donald: Kyle, you need to leave.
Kyle: Oh, you don't want me to leave.
Come here.
- Now, Kyle. - I want to congratulate you.
Whatever you said worked.
She left.
Donald: Then you--you got to leave 'cause she's coming home.
Kyle: No. No, no, no.
She's headed south.
Donald: Where is she going?
Kyle: The hell if I know.
She's...
not coming here.
[Sniffs] Come here.
Donald: No, Kyle, I--I--think--
Kyle: And--and I think
that my radio is right there,
and if she starts to come home,
I will let you know
in plenty of time.
Donald: No, I don't-- I don't want to--
Kyle: Heh heh! Come here, come here.
Come here. Mmm.
Come here.
You--you are so cute.
You're so stressed, huh?
Come here. Kiss me.
Mmm. [Grunts]
[Kyle moaning]
Hit me. Oh!
[Grunts]
Mmm.
[Donald sighs]
Norm: Damn, B, they got you, too?
Barry: What's up? Hollins: Come on.
Barry: Yo. Norm: Yo, what happened, B?
Barry: I don't even want to talk about it, man.
Norm: Yeah, I feel you. Shouldn't talk in here no way.
Barry: Yeah, right.
Norm: Look, man, I'm sorry about your cousin.
Barry: What? Norm: Picky.
Barry: What about Picky?
Norm: He was shot in a-- in a gang shootout, man.
Picky dead.
Barry: What? Norm: Yeah.
You know about Denise, though, right?
Barry: What about Denise?
Norm: They found that chick with her head chopped off.
Messed with the wrong dude. Barry: Wait, wait. What?
Norm: Yeah, but that's-- that's all I know, all right?
The news says she was a prostitute,
but we know that's a lie.
I don't know what's going on in here, but it's deep.
Look...
I know you be around that White House,
but you got to be careful, man.
Picky was with that girl, all right?
And then the First Lady was at Denise's store,
and then all this happened.
Man, when I get out of here, I'm leaving, all right?
And I'm going far away, man, 'cause this is...
this shit is crazy.
[Knock on door]
Bobby: You OK?
Lilly: I'm sure I was followed.
Bobby: You were. They're across the street.
- What do I do? - What did your husband say?
- A whole bunch of bullshit. - Like what?
Lilly: Like...he...
he said that we need to-- to stay together,
that--that he can't be embarrassed.
This is right after he tried to kill me.
Bobby: I'm sorry about that, but is that all he said?
Lilly: Y-yes.
Bobby: Why does he want you to stay so desperately?
Lilly: For his career?
Bobby: You know something?
Lilly: Other than he's gay? Bobby: Yeah.
Lilly: Well, shouldn't that be enough?
Bobby: I don't know.
I just feel like he thinks you know more.
Lilly: Well, I don't.
Bobby: So you didn't see anything at the White House?
You didn't hear anything sensitive? Lilly: No.
Bobby: Nothing? Lilly: Nothing.
Bobby: OK.
Lilly: So--so what do you suggest I do?
Bobby: What does he want?
Lilly: For us to play house,
for me to go back to designing for the First Lady,
who, by the way, hates me.
God.
Bobby: Maybe you should.
Lilly: What? Bobby: Yeah.
You should.
Lilly: He tried to kill me.
Bobby: But he didn't. Maybe it's safer for you
to be there until you can get out.
Lilly: Wait. How would I ever do that?
Bobby: You got to get something on him, something so major
and hold it over his head that he'll let you go.
Lilly: What if that won't work?
Bobby: It'll work.
Everyone has something over their head in this town.
It'll work.
Lilly: So you're saying that I go back to him?
Bobby: Yes.
Lilly: I can't believe you're suggesting I do that.
Bobby: I know these people, and as long as they think
they have you in line, you're safe. You are.
You got to play the game.
Be one of them until you can get enough power
or connections to get out.
Trust me. This is the best thing for you.
Lilly: OK.
Victoria: So we pretending to be asleep?
Hunter: I am.
Victoria: OK.
Oh.
[Earring clatters] Oh, damn it.
Hunter: Oh, just leave them. Maid'll get them in the morning.
Victoria: I'm not leaving my grandmother's earrings on...
Hunter: No, no, no, just leave--just leave them.
No, Victoria, I said the maid will get 'em in the morning!
Victoria: I'm not leaving my grandmother's earrings
on the floor to be vacuumed up.
No, I'll get them! Here, just get back in bed.
Victoria: What the hell is wrong with--
I got it! I got it.
Hunter: OK. Go to bed.
Victoria: What the hell is wrong with you?
Hunter: Nothing. Just go to bed.
Victoria: Hunter?
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Victoria: Is this blood?
You shouldn't come back here?
Does that mean that I can't see you?
Nancy: Did you see him? Sam: Yeah.
Nancy: I don't know what's going on with that boy.
Hunter: You said you had this contained!
Kareem: People are always lurking.
They're gonna steal everything off of the shelf.
I got to stay, all right? What am I supposed to do?
Sharon: How 'bout we both stay?
Bobby: All I need you to do is help me
put the pieces together.
Lilly: I told you I don't know anything.
Bobby: You do, but you don't trust me, but you will.
Nancy: Why would you drive
your car in that boy's place?
Tell me, son.