Hunter: You're gonna get rid of these.
Victoria: No. You are. Richard: Previously on "The Oval"...
Victoria: Wow. I didn't think you could do it.
Nancy: Don't you play games with me!
Victoria: You shouldn't be flirting with the Secret Service.
Gayle: I want to be emancipated.
I want to leave this family.
Victoria: I don't get it. Why don't you just come out?
Where are you going? Hunter: Just make sure no one goes in the room.
Kyle: I got the president. Sam: Ma'am, I will carry you
out of here. Now move!
Kyle: We have a situation. Two assailants
have breached the north fence.
Victoria: They're gonna sweep the house?
Sam: You have nothing upstairs that
these men have not seen.
Victoria: Don't be so sure.
Max: What the hell?
Yuma: Clear.
We're all clear, holding.
This is crazy.
Jumping the fence.
Let's hope it was just some dumbass kids
wanting a presidential ass whooping.
What is it?
Max: What does that look like to you?
Yuma: It's blood.
Max: Yeah. It's a lot of blood.
Yuma: From who?
Max: I don't know.
Yuma: Yeah, that is a lot of blood.
Max: How old would you say it is?
Yuma: I don't know. A day. Maybe two.
Max: Yeah. That's what I'm thinking.
Yuma: What do you think happened?
Max: New mattress? Yuma: Yeah.
She said she wanted to try some new ones.
Max: So, this must be the old one.
Yuma: What are you doing?
Max: Looking at the mattress.
Yuma: Max...
Max: What?
Yuma: I know you.
I know when you're on to something.
Max: Well... Yuma: Well, you should've
stayed in law school.
Max: Yeah? Yuma: Yeah.
It would've paid you more.
Max: Whose blood do you think that is?
Yuma: How would I know?
Max: I mean...what could live
losing that much blood?
Yuma: Max, yes, it's a lot of blood,
but it's not that much.
Max: Help me with this.
Yuma: What are you doing?
Max: Get the other side.
I'll ask you again.
What could live losing that much blood?
Yuma: Nothing.
♪ Feels like I'm runnin' out of time ♪
♪ You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine ♪
♪ Not really sure where we're headed to ♪
♪ I just hope that you make it when I do ♪
Max: Damn it.
Yuma: Put it down.
Max: We need to pursue--
Yuma: We need to put it down. Come on.
Put it down.
Max: Did you hear anything about this?
Yuma: No.
Max: A report? Yuma: No, Max. Put it down.
Max: Yuma. Yuma!
They're trying to cover it up.
Yuma: I'm not doing this with you.
Max: The president and the first lady.
No, no, no, no. Listen to me.
Someone died here.
Yuma: Who?
Max: His mistress.
Yuma: What are you talking about?
Max: Yeah.
I think she killed her.
Yuma: Max... Max: I'm telling you.
Yuma: Stop talking. Max: I'm telling you.
Yuma: Stop talking.
Max: Let me explain.
The day the first lady went to lunch,
Kyle ordered the blackout.
I knew he was sneaking her out.
Yuma: Kyle? You're upset that he took your spot.
Max: OK. I am.
Yuma: That may blind you here.
Max: I understand you think that, but it won't.
She was here. I know it.
Yuma: OK. Who is she?
Max: Her name is Denise.
She runs a clothing store on-- Yuma: On Market.
Max: You know? Yuma: I took her home.
Max: After that day? Yuma: No, before.
She was flirty.
Felt up and down my leg.
Gave me her number. Denise.
Max: Yeah. That's her.
He was obsessed with her.
Yuma: So, why would the first lady do this to her?
Max: You were at the clothing store.
Yuma: You just said that she was at lunch that day.
Max: I know. Yuma: We don't even know
if this woman is dead.
Max: We have to call her.
Yuma: We don't have to do anything.
Max: I'm telling you we do.
Yuma: Max, I don't want anything
to do with this.
If this is what you think it is,
it is way bigger than the both of us.
Max: Yes. It is.
We'll need to go to the Justice Department.
Yuma: And say what? We have a hunch?
Max: I'll figure it out.
Yuma: I don't want to be a part of this, Max.
None of it. Max: We will figure it out.
Yuma: He appointed the attorney general
and the FBI director.
You know both of those things.
What winning can we get out of this?
Max: This girl was murdered.
Yuma: I don't know that. You don't know that.
Max: They know we swept the room.
Yuma: And we didn't see it.
Max: Really? What kind of agents
would we be if we didn't see it?
Yuma: Fine. I didn't see it.
And I mean that. Are we clear?
Max: Come back copy.
Yuma: Copy.
Max: We were in the Corps together.
Remember that?
Yuma: Then you need to trust me.
You don't want to do this.
Help me with the mattress.
Now, Max.
Let's go.
Victoria: When can we-- Sam: We're clear.
Victoria: What happened?
Sam: It's all under control, ma'am.
Victoria: Good.
Sam: My jacket, ma'am.
Victoria: Oh. Sure.
I can help you with it.
Sam: I got it, ma'am. Victoria: I said
I'll help you with it.
So, you work out.
Sam: Ahh. Yes, ma'am.
Victoria: What kind of workouts do you do?
Sam: Military training stuff.
Victoria: I'd love to know some of that.
Sam: Well, I'll--I'll talk to your staff
about arranging a trainer.
Victoria: What if I wanted you?
Sam: Well, I would be no good at that job, ma'am.
Victoria: You sure?
Sam: Yes, ma'am.
We're free to leave, ma'am. I'd like to
get you to your husband
and children.
I'm sure they're worried.
Victoria: You're hilarious. [Chuckles]
Jason: This is so crazy.
Jason: Do you think everyone's OK?
Gayle: Shut up.
Jason: I mean, do you...
Oh, that was--that was exciting as hell.
Hunter: How cool was that? Gayle: Shut up, idiot.
We could've been killed. Hunter: Not with these guys
looking out for us.
Right, Kyle?
Kyle: No way, sir.
Gayle: Ugh.
Hunter: Oh. You made it.
Victoria: And you seem so delighted that I did.
Hunter: I am, darling. I really am.
Victoria: Hmm. Hello, kids.
Gayle: Can I go to my room?
Victoria: We just had quite the scare.
Don't you think we should all be together?
Gayle: Well, where's Grandma?
Victoria: Gayle... Gayle: Or did she do it?
Victoria: That will be all.
Sam.
Sam: Yes, ma'am?
Victoria: Those two...
were the ones that checked our bedroom.
Sam: As I've said, ma'am, we've seen it all.
Victoria: Are you sure?
Sam: Yes, ma'am.
Victoria: OK.
Sam: Sir. Hunter: Sam.
What was that about?
[Victoria sighs]
Gayle: Oh, is our family bonding moment
over so soon?
[Scoffs]
Hunter: Kyle? Kyle: Yes, sir.
Hunter: I don't think anybody likes me.
Kyle: I like you, Mr. President.
Hunter: Thank you, Kyle.
[Sighs]
Victoria: They saw it.
Hunter: It's nothing.
Victoria: You're so stupid.
Hunter: What--it's--it's--
it's not that much blood.
Just tell them it was you, like you said.
Victoria: Hunter...
Hunter: Just get rid of the damn thing.
Victoria: I would have if your stupid ass
hadn't gone downstairs.
Hunter: Oh, I wish it had been a real drone
that flattened your ass.
Victoria: You're in the house, too, dear.
Hunter: I wonder if I can call in my own drone strike
one day when I'm not here.
Victoria: Hmm. What about your kids?
Hunter: Well, they'd thank me.
Victoria: So, you'd leave them in here, too?
Hunter: No! No, I'd make sure
they were in the basement.
And you? Right here on the top floor.
Victoria: Hmm. You're father of the year.
Hunter: Yep, and you're mother of the year.
[Sam sighs]
We're clear, everybody. You can go back to work.
[Priscilla sighs]
Sam: Thank you.
Sam: Hey. Priscilla: Hey.
I'm fine.
Sam: Damn it. Ahh. Priscilla: I'm fine.
Sam: You know how hard that was?
Priscilla: Baby, I'm fine, OK?
[Sam sighs] Having to stay with her.
Priscilla: You taught me everything I need to know.
I'm fine. The staff was fine.
This is the safest place
in the world, remember?
Sam: I know, I know. I'm sorry.
Priscilla: It's all right.
Sam: Oh...
Priscilla: There's that perfume again.
Sam: She needed my jacket.
Priscilla: The first lady?
Sam: Yeah.
Priscilla: Well, she sure does get cold a lot
when she's with you.
Sam: Are you serious? Priscilla: Yes.
Sam: Baby, come on. I'm in that bunker
trying to do my job thinking about you.
[Priscilla sighs] I know.
You're right. I'm sorry.
But no, I will cut a bitch, OK? Sam: Baby...
[Sam chuckles] Priscilla: I don't give a damn
if she's the first lady.
Sam: OK. Priscilla: Know that.
Sam: I see you're fine. Priscilla: Mm-hmm.
Sam: I can go now. Hmm? [Kiss]
Priscilla: Hey, wait. So, where you going?
Sam: Uhh. I'm gonna go talk to that kid
about dropping the charges on Barry.
Priscilla: What? Sam: Yeah.
Priscilla: But I thought there's so much stacked against him.
Sam: No, no, no. That body wasn't Ruth.
She's not dead.
And the gun in that car that shot that man
does not convict Barry. Barry may be cleared.
Priscilla: How?
Sam: I'll fill you in later. Not here.
Priscilla: OK, well, tonight?
Sam: Mm. Yes, indeed, tonight,
which I need.
Priscilla: I know.
I know what you need.
[Kiss] Sam: I love you.
Priscilla: I love you, too.
I'll see you later. Sam: OK. Yes, you will.
Priscilla: All right. [Giggles]
Ahh.
[Knocking on door]
Donald: Come in.
Kyle: You OK? Donald: Yup.
Kyle: You sure? Donald: Yeah, I'm good.
What happened? Kyle: Kid flying a drone.
3 college kids playing a prank.
Donald: Well, he's gonna regret that.
Kyle: Hmm. Yeah, the FBI's all over it.
Donald: Damn kids ruining their lives.
Kyle: Hmm. Yeah.
Donald: What?
[Kyle sighs] I don't know.
Something's making me uneasy.
Donald: What is it?
Kyle: Yuma and Max cleared the residence.
Donald: OK.
Kyle: When they came out of the president's bedroom,
something seemed off.
Donald: [Softly] Damn it.
Kyle: Yeah.
[Donald sighs] Have you gone in there?
Kyle: No. Donald: Well, make sure
you get in there and see what they saw.
Kyle: How am I supposed to do that
with the pit bull around?
Donald: Let him know that you need to get in there.
[Kyle scoffs softly] She has him on a string.
You know, I used to think he was cute,
but dumb is such a turn-off.
Donald: Just do it, OK?
Kyle: OK. I'll try again.
But he's not budging.
[Donald sighs] Thank you.
Kyle: Is she here yet?
Donald: Uh, no. She's on her way, though.
Kyle: This is the time that I wish I could have a drink.
Donald: Good-bye and thank you, Kyle.
Kyle: Yeah, yeah.
Kareem: All right, guys, we gonna be open by tomorrow?
Man: Yeah. No problem. Kareem: OK. Thank you.
[Tool whirring]
[Line ringing]
[Phone ringing]
Nancy: Hello? Sharon: Ms. Nancy.
Nancy: Yes. Sharon: How's Mr. Richard?
Nancy: You haven't called all night.
Sharon: I didn't want to upset you.
Is he OK?
Nancy: Yes, he's all right.
Sharon: Oh, thank God.
Nancy: Yes, thank God.
Sharon: I was just really worried.
Nancy: Were you worried about Barry?
Sharon: Yeah. Nancy: Then why were you
caught having sex with that boy?
Sharon: Ms. Nancy... Nancy: Baby, I told you to be strong.
Sharon: I'm sorry. I was just trying
to figure out--
Nancy: Listen, I gotta tend to my husband.
I'll talk to you later.
Sharon: I'm sorry. Nancy: OK.
Bye.
[Sharon sighs]
Nancy: How was your X-ray?
Nurse: Doctor says they look great.
[Richard sighs] Nancy: Thank you, Lord.
[Richard groans]
Nurse: You are very lucky.
Richard: Well, lucky enough to go home?
Nancy: Richard...
Richard: No, no, baby.
They say they're gonna release me today.
[Nancy sighs] Oh, Lord.
[Richard groaning]
Nancy: Come on.
Nurse: Yes, he's very fortunate.
It didn't hit any organs. All flesh.
Nancy: Good job. Praise God. Thank you, Jesus.
Nurse: If you need anything, ring the bell.
Nancy: Thank you.
Richard: Oh, God.
Nancy: Mm.
[Richard sighs] Who were you talking to?
Nancy: Sharon.
Richard: Hmm. What'd she say?
Nancy: She just called to check on you.
[Richard sighs] She saved my life.
Nancy: What?
Richard: Yeah, she did.
Nancy: What--what happened?
Richard: I heard the paramedic say he was
glad that the medical student was there,
that she saved my life.
Nancy: Wow. Richard: Yeah.
I owe her.
Nancy: Guess I shouldn't have been so short with her.
Richard: Yeah, well, don't blame her.
Nancy: I know. Richard: Fix that.
Nancy: I will. Richard: Hmm.
Oh, I am hungry.
Nancy: Yeah, well, let me go check and see
if they'll let you have something to eat.
Richard: Oh, no, I'm--I'm fine.
Nancy: No, you're cranky.
Let me go see what I can get.
Richard: And I'm not cranky.
Nancy: You just don't know how to stay still.
Richard: Yeah, well, you know your husband.
Nancy: Yes, I do. Richard: Mm-hmm. [Chuckles]
[Door closes] Gotta get out of here.
[Sighs]
[Gayle sighs] Wake up, perv.
Jason: Leave me alone.
Gayle: Give me the password.
Jason: What? Gayle: I want the password.
Jason: I'm using it.
Gayle: Yeah, OK, well, more than one person
can sign on.
Jason: That's not how it works.
Gayle: Give me the password.
[Jason sniffles] No.
Gayle: OK.
Ugh! Really?
Jason: Yo, don't judge me.
Gayle: Something is seriously wrong with you.
Jason: OK, you know,
you're what's wrong with me.
This entire family is what's wrong with me.
Gayle: Oh. And you don't think I live here, too?
Jason: Then get out.
Gayle: No. I want the password.
Jason: Mm-mm. Get out like you said you would.
Gayle: OK, yeah, well, that's what I'm trying to do.
Jason: They'll never let you emancipate.
Gayle: You're already logged in. Bye.
Jason: Bring it back!
[Gayle sighs]
Hmm. You look like you can help me.
Perfect.
[Sam grunts]
I gotta make a run.
Get the AFO report done.
Yuma: Yes, sir.
Max: Sir.
Sam: Yes.
Max: When we were sweeping the residence,
we came across something that was of concern.
Sam: What is it?
Yuma: It was nothing, sir.
Max: Yes, it was.
Sam: What?
Max: The president's mattress.
Sam: What about it?
Max: They changed it out.
Sam: Yes, I'm aware.
Max: Do you know why?
Sam: I think that's between them.
Yuma: I was actually trying to tell him that, sir.
Max: Well, I think-- Sam: Don't think about
their personal belongings.
Get the report done. Yuma: Yes, sir.
Stop.
Max: Look, what kind of people
would we be if we just let this go?
Yuma: You have to stop this now.
Max: I have a lot of questions about
the video on that day.
Yuma: If you start asking those questions,
they will know that.
Max: If they ask, I'll tell them it's for a report.
Yuma: What report?
Max: Can you just help me? Yuma: No.
I already told you I don't want to be
a part of this.
Max: It's too late. You already are.
Yuma: I am not, and I will not.
[Max sighs] Can you at least call her?
Yuma: If I call her and she answers the phone,
she's gonna tell the president. Then what?
Max: Can you at least just go to her store...
Yuma: Damn it, Max. Max: and do some recon?
Come on. You're a soldier.
Yuma: You pulling that card?
Max: Is it working? Yuma: No.
Now you have to leave me alone.
[Door opens]
[Door closes]
Kyle: Sir?
Hunter: You ever shot anybody?
Kyle: Yes, sir.
Hunter: What's that like? I mean...
kill someone?
Kyle: Well, sir, you tell me.
Hunter: The ... you just say to me?
Kyle: I'm sorry. Hunter: Listen to me,
you disposable, little shitbird.
Next person who talks back to me like that,
I'm gonna ... end them. You understand me?
Kyle: Of course, sir. I'm so sorry
for my lack of judg-- Hunter: Yeah, what do you want?
Kyle: Sir, we need to get into your room.
Hunter: Why? Kyle: Sir, we need to
remove that mattress. Hunter: You know what?
Kyle: Sir, I--sir-- Hunter: Victoria has--
are you talking over me?!
That's ... twice.
Kyle: Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir.
Hunter: What? What do you want?
Victoria has a plan.
Kyle: Well, sir, I think
when the two agents cleared your room,
they noticed the mattress.
[Hunter sighs] This nightmare never ends.
Fine. Go deal with it.
Kyle: Yes, sir.
[Clears throat]
Hunter: Did I dismiss you?
Kyle: No, sir.
[Clears throat]
Hunter: All right. Now we got some protocol.
Dismissed.
Get the ... out.
Kyle: Sir. [Sniffs, clears throat]
[Door closes]
Kareem: Hey, Sharon, I'm gonna grab lunch, OK?
You just want the usual?
Sharon: Yeah, that's fine.
Kareem: All right, I'll be back. Sharon: All right.
Kareem: All right.
[Knocking on metal] Sharon: We're closed!
I said we're cl--
Sam: You sure? Sharon: Hey.
Sam: Hey. Sharon: What's going on, Mr. Sam?
Sam: How are you?
Sharon: I'm OK. How are you?
Sam: I'm good.
Sharon: Good. Sorry for the mess. Heh!
Sam: Is this what Barry did?
Sharon: Yeah. I guess you heard.
Sam: Yes. Yes, I did.
I also heard about the reason
as to why he did it.
Is it true?
Sharon: I didn't mean to. Sam: Ah, no,
honey, this is not your fault.
I'm just asking, is what I heard true?
Sharon: Yeah.
Sam: And you were with Kareem?
Sharon: Yes.
Sam: Is he here?
Sharon: No, he went to go grab lunch.
He should be back in about a half-hour.
Sam: OK. I need to talk to him.
Sharon: About what?
Sam: Ah...heh!
Want to talk to him about dropping the charges
against Barry.
Sharon: Oh. Huh. OK.
Sam: You don't think he'll do that?
Sharon: He's really, really mad right now,
especially about his store, so...
Sam: Oh. OK.
Well, do you think you can get him to drop the charges?
Sharon: I've asked him numerous times.
He's not trying to hear it.
Sam: Well, I can understand why.
Sharon: Yeah...
but I don't know.
After what Barry just did... [scoffs]
I just don't understand what's wrong with him.
Sam: I get it. I really do.
[Sharon sighs] Sam: You know?
Not having his daughter is just--
Sharon: Oh, I hear you.
Mr. Sam, that don't make us the enemy.
Sam: Who's "us"?
Sharon: Me and his father and his mother.
Sam: Yeah, I understand that, but
him walking up seeing you two together is...
Sharon: Hold on. Sam: Hold on, no, hold on.
Again, this is not your fault.
I'm just saying.
Sharon: How long are we supposed to sit around
and take this disrespect?
[Sam sighs] You say "we" and "us."
Sharon: Yeah.
Sam: Let's talk about you.
Sharon: Hmm! Well, me.
I can't do this anymore.
I mean, he's kicked me out of the house,
told me not to come back.
He's been giving me ultimatums.
I--I'm tired. I'm tired of it.
Sam: Sharon, I promise you I understand,
and I ain't coming down here to blame you.
I just want to help him.
Sharon: But does he appreciate the help
that you're trying to give him?
Sam: I'm sure he does.
Sharon: Are you sure? I mean, look at this place.
Sam: I see.
Sharon: I'm sorry. Sam: No, it's OK, it's OK.
Will you at least tell Kareem
I'd like to speak with him?
Sharon: I sure will.
He's not gonna drop the charges. I'm telling you.
Sam: I think you have more power over the situation
than you think.
Sharon: I don't know what that means,
but I'll talk to him for you.
Sam: OK. Well,
I'm gonna go grab me some lunch.
I'll come back. Can I get you anything?
Sharon: No, I'm good. Thank you.
Sam: OK. I'll be back.
Sharon: All right.
[Sharon sighs]
Kyle: What are you doing in there?
Max: None of your business.
Kyle: That's the video server-- Max: I know what it is.
Kyle: Then you know you shouldn't be in there.
Max: I have clearance. Kyle: You had clearance, Max.
You're no longer on Eagle.
Max: Kyle, go away.
Kyle: You were trying to get information
to harm the president.
Are you a spy, Maxwell?
Max: Shut the hell up.
Kyle: You must be. Why else would you be
in the video server room where files are archived?
Max: What the hell are you talking about?
You know I'm not a spy.
Kyle: Well, that's what I'll tell the DOJ.
Max: Kyle, get out of my face.
[Kyle sniffs] Let me tell you something.
Max: No, you let me tell you something.
I know something happened to her.
Kyle: To who? Max: Denise.
Kyle: Who's Denise? Max: Really?
We're gonna play this game? Kyle: I don't know
what you're talking about. Max: Sure, you do.
You're on him, remember?
Kyle: You don't want to go down this road, Maxwell.
Max: Yes, I do.
Kyle: Your grave. [Sniffs]
Priscilla: Can I get you something, ma'am?
Victoria: Something to calm my nerves.
Priscilla: Yes, that was an ordeal.
[Chair scrapes on floor]
Victoria: Does that happen often?
Priscilla: No, ma'am, but you were
in great hands.
Victoria: So, you have confidence in these guys?
Priscilla: Oh, yes, ma'am.
Would you like some chamomile tea?
Victoria: Uh, y-yes, please.
Priscilla: Can I serve it to you in the great hall?
Victoria: No, no, I'll-- I'll take it here.
Lemon only.
Priscilla: Yes, ma'am.
Victoria: I was with a man today named Sam.
Of course you know him. Priscilla: Yes, ma'am.
Victoria: He seems like a very decent man.
Priscilla: Yes, he is.
Victoria: He gave me his coat a few times.
Priscilla: I know. He's a very good man.
Victoria: Do you know him well?
Priscilla: Well, I told you, ma'am.
He's my husband. Victoria: Yes.
Yes, that's right. Hence the flirtations.
Priscilla: Yes. Victoria: That must be some ordeal,
to have him taking care of me
while your life is in danger.
Priscilla: Well, he's very passionate about
doing a great job for you and your family.
Victoria: What's that like?
You working here together?
Priscilla: We're very respectful of each other's jobs.
Victoria: That's great.
How long have you been married?
Priscilla: 15 years.
Victoria: Wow. Priscilla: It's a blessing.
Victoria: Have you been faithful the whole time?
Priscilla: Yes, ma'am, of course.
Victoria: Has he? Priscilla: Without question.
Victoria: Ooh. You have no hesitation.
Priscilla: No, ma'am. I don't.
Victoria: That must be nice to say.
Priscilla: It is.
Victoria: Well, I can't.
Priscilla: I'm sorry.
Victoria: Oh, it's OK. It's life.
Thank you for the other day.
Priscilla: Oh, sure.
Victoria: I mean, Hunter and I
had a really bad night.
Priscilla: Oh, no need to explain.
Victoria: Do you and your husband
ever have a bad night?
Priscilla: Of course.
Victoria: How are they? What happens?
Priscilla: It's nothing. I mean, we don't really argue.
It's mainly one of us is tired
and the other one needs some attention.
Victoria: Does that happen often?
Priscilla: Do you really need to know this, ma'am?
Victoria: Well, you started, so...
Priscilla: Well, it's mainly me.
I'm tired and, don't get me wrong,
I love everything I do here.
But...
Victoria: Oh, I--I get it.
You're too tired to do the do.
Priscilla: Ma'am.
Victoria: No, I get it, I get it.
Well, I'm so happy that you two
have a lovely marriage.
Priscilla: Well, thank you, ma'am.
Victoria: It gives me hope
that one day, in another life, I will, too.
Priscilla: Yes, ma'am.
Victoria: I think I will have it in the great hall.
Priscilla: Yes, ma'am.
[Gas stove clicking]
Kyle: Let's get it. Here you go.
Victoria: What the hell do you think you're doing?
Kyle: We are removing your mattress, ma'am.
Victoria: No, you're not.
Kyle: Ma'am...
Victoria: I have not made a decision
if I like this new mattress or not.
Kyle: Well, your husband has decided
that he doesn't like it, ma'am.
Victoria: Did you not hear me?
Kyle: Ma'am, I think it's for the best.
Victoria: Put it down.
Kyle: Ma'am.
Victoria: What did I say?
Kyle: Yes, ma'am.
Victoria: Get the hell out of here.
[Kyle sniffs]
Victoria: Excuse me.
Kyle: Ma'am? Victoria: Do I detect
some attitude from you?
Kyle: No, ma'am.
Victoria: No, I think I do.
Kyle: No, ma'am, you don't.
Victoria: Hmm.
Get your skinny ass out of here.
Yuma: Frank, take a break.
Max.
OK.
Max: What? Yuma: I thought about it.
Max: OK. Yuma: I gave her a call
from the number I had, an office line.
Her voice mailbox was full.
Max: Then...you have to go over there.
Yuma: Max, something is wrong.
Max: I told you that. Yuma: No.
I looked her up online. She was found decapitated.
Max: What? Yuma: I couldn't print it,
obviously, but it was clearly staged.
Max: Local P.D.
Yuma: Virginia.
Max: Then we have to talk to them.
Yuma: This is dangerous. You know that.
Max: I know. It's what we do.
Yuma: You have contacts in Langley?
Max: It's too soon for that. We need evidence first.
Yuma: All the evidence we need is upstairs.
Max: I know.
Yuma: How are we gonna get the mattress?
Max: Carefully.
Yuma: You'll track it?
Max: It hasn't moved. Yuma: Good.
Max: But what about her store?
Yuma: What about it?
Max: When I was there, I saw a safe
behind the counter.
Yuma: Someone has already taken that safe,
whoever did it, and probably
wiped the counters, too.
Max: I would be on some of that footage.
Yuma: OK. I'll go take a look.
Max: Here.
[Keys jingle]
Yuma: What are these?
Max: Key to the front door of the store.
Yuma: How'd you get them?
Max: He gave them to me.
Can't prove that he bought it for her,
but I'm sure he did.
Yuma: OK.
I'll let you know what I find out.
[Keys jingle] Max: Stay alert.
Yuma: I always do.
[Knocking on door] Donald: Come in.
Kyle: Sir, do you have a moment?
Donald: Cut the formalities. We are alone.
Kyle: We have a couple problems.
Donald: OK, then fix it.
Kyle: You don't want to know what they are?
Donald: Go on.
Kyle: Well, she won't let me take the mattress.
Donald: Bitch. Kyle: Yeah.
Donald: She is up to something. Kyle: Hmm.
Yeah, and that's not the worst of our problems.
Donald: What? Kyle: Max.
He went into the server room and he looked at all the tapes
leading up to and after her arrival.
[Donald sighs]
Do you think he's up to something?
Kyle: I don't know.
Choir boy. He wants to be a patriotic soul.
Donald: Hmm, or take you down, huh?
Kyle: That, too. [Donald sighs]
Kyle, you just like making enemies. I don't know what to say.
Kyle: Yeah, well, what fun is life without them?
Donald: Well, just be really careful.
Kyle: What are you trying to say?
Donald: I'm trying to say just be really careful.
Kyle: Look, we have to protect him.
Donald: Yeah, I know. Even from her.
Kyle: Yeah, well, you know we can't touch her.
[Donald sighs]
Yeah, I know, but we have to figure this thing out.
Kyle: Guess I could, uh,
I could go and just force her to give it to me.
Donald: You know she won't let that happen.
Kyle: Suggestions?
Donald: You know what? Take care
of this Max and Yuma thing, OK?
Kyle: Yes, sir.
Donald: But make it look--
Kyle: I--I got it. I got it, sir.
Donald: Kyle, they are agents. Kyle: Sir.
Donald: OK.
Kyle: I'll see you later.
[Man sighs] Whew. Any calls?
Woman: Yes. Roland and Diana called.
The judge moved the case until May.
Man: Well, that's great. Woman: And your wife called.
She needed you to pick up your son.
Man: How am I supposed-- Woman: I have your aunt doing it.
Man: Thank you. Woman: And...this.
Man: What's this? Woman: Read it.
Man: She wants to emancipate from her parents.
Does she have money?
Woman: Look closely.
Man: Yeah.
Woman: Brian, the name.
Brian: Gayle...wait.
Is this the president's daughter?
[Woman snaps fingers] Well? Brian: Get out of here!
Woman: Oh, hold on.
Brian: Don't waste my time with this.
Woman: I wouldn't waste your time with this. You know that.
Brian: Then why would you bring this to me?
Woman: I called her. It sounds like her.
Brian: Kathy. Kathy: I asked her to call me.
She called me from a line at the White House.
Brian: That can be faked. Kathy: Then she FaceCalled me
from her bedroom.
Monuments in the window.
Brian: What? [Kathy laughs] I'm telling you.
Brian: Get her on the phone.
Kathy: You have to email her
and she will call you.
Brian: Are you serious?
Kathy: I'll email her.
Brian: Thank you. Kathy: Mm-hmm.
Hunter: Next on "The Oval"...
Gayle: I want to emancipate from my parents.
Brian: Is there a reason? Gayle: Where do I start?
Victoria: How the hell did she get in touch
with this ambulance chaser?
Sam: I was wondering if you would
consider dropping the charges.
Kyle: Can I talk to you, Max?
I want to tell you everything.
Max: Get away from me. Sam: The gun was found
at the crime scene, and if Barry says
that he let that person borrow his car, then he can walk.
Nancy: You just gonna let somebody else
take the blame for what he did?
Victoria: Why is my bedroom door open?
Jason: Secret Service must've left it open.
Victoria: What? Hunter: I haven't met you.
Have a seat. Tell me all about yourself.