- Help me with this. - What are you doing ?
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What could live losing that much blood?
Nothing.
She wants to emancipate from her parents.
Is this the President's daughter?
Those two are the ones that checked our bedroom.
- I already told you I don't want to be a part of this. - You already are.
He's not gonna drop the charges, I'm telling you.
Take care of this Max and Yuma thing.
You don't want to go down this road, Maxwell.
You tell me the truth!
Man: What about her store?
I saw a safe behind the counter.
- I'll go take a look. - Stay alert.
I always do.
[Gunshots]
See?
You see? You don't learn.
- [Groaning] - Yup!
- Uh-uh! - No, wait, wait, wait.
Kyle: Come on.
[Sighs] Geez...
- I need some help. - Oh, no, no, no, no.
- None of that for you. - No!
- You know... - No!
Kyle: Why weren't you wearing your vest, agent, huh?
Yeah, come on. Here we go here.
Come on, sit over here!
Now, you are going to be nice and still.
Yuma: OK, OK.
- I need a-- - No! No!
I saw you and Max talking.
I saw that look on your face
when you left the President's bedroom.
Yuma: I need some help!
Get me some help!
I'm sorry. It's too late for that now.
"I need some help."
- Get-- - Ah! Ah!
Yuma: No! Aah! Aah!
Hey! Whoo hoo! No one is gonna help you. OK?
You don't get it, do you? You don't get it.
This is so much bigger than you.
Oh, God, you are making this so easy.
- [Muffled cries] - Yeah, uh-huh, uh--huh.
Ha ha! OK, I'm stronger than you.
Submit!
[Muffled cries]
Want to talk?
Huh?
Want to talk?
[Groaning]
Help you up. Let's go.
Up!
[Gasping]
Watch your head. Watch your head.
They know that I'm...
[Gasping] They know that I'm here.
- Who's that? - The FBI.
The FBI and the DOJ. We were working with them both.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
You need to call this in right now.
They know that you're here right now?
Yes. You need to call this in.
- Call it in! - Where's your backup?
Sir, call it in!
No!
You know--OK, OK.
This is what you get for not behaving...
No! No!
- Come here! - No! No!
- There you go. - No! No!
- Aah! Aah! - Shh...
This will help with that.
[Muffled screams]
One more time. Up. Up you go.
Oh...
[Yuma groaning]
There you go. Good girl.
OK.
[Sniffs]
♪ Feels like I'm running 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 ♪
[Ringing]
[Cell phone ringing]
Hello?
- Hi. - Is this Gayle?
Hi. Yes. Yes, it is.
This is Brian Winters. Got your e-mail.
Hi, yes. Thank you so much for your e-mail.
How can I help you?
Well, I want to emancipate from my parents.
OK. Is there a reason?
Gayle: Where do I start?
Wherever you like.
I just...
Wait. You can't tell anyone about this, right?
Well, once you hire me as your attorney,
you have what's called attorney-client privilege,
which means I can't share what you tell me with anyone.
OK. Yeah, well, then, how do I hire you?
Are you at your computer?
- Yes. - OK.
I'm going to send you a document.
You can read it and sign it
and we'll be engaged.
OK.
I'll have my secretary send that to you right now.
OK.
Gayle, while we're waiting for that to go through,
may I ask you one question?
Sure.
Are you the Gayle Ann Franklin?
If there is such a thing.
I mean, are you the President's daughter?
Yes.
OK.
Do your parents know what you're planning?
I tried to tell them, but they're not taking me serious.
I see.
Well, you should have the e-mail.
OK.
Brian: Can you do an e-signature?
Yes.
Go ahead and read it over.
and if there's anything you don't understand,
feel free to give me a-- - OK.
I signed it. It's sent back.
- You sent it? - Yeah.
So how long until I can get out of here?
[Sighs]
Well, all right. Why don't you tell me what's going on?
[Sighs] Where do I start?
What are your parents like?
Well, they're nothing like you see in the public.
They hate each other.
Is that so?
Gayle: Yes, and they fight all the time.
Lot of arguing?
No, like fist fights.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
And they abuse me and my brother.
- Your brother, too? - Yeah.
Brian: Does he want to emancipate also?
He's a loser.
OK, go on. Tell me more.
Do you mind if I record this?
I don't care.
Go on. Tell me more.
Kareem: Sharon.
Ox tails, collard greens, and the onions.
Sharon: Well, thank you.
Hey, I gotta tell you something.
Kareem: Wait, hold on. They're not doing it right.
Guys, what did we say?
- Hi. - Hey.
Kareem: Uh, brother, we're closed. I'm sorry.
Sam: I know. I wanted to talk to you.
Oh, OK. Yeah, you're from the insurance company.
Sharon: No. This is what I was trying to tell you.
- This is Sam. - Secret Service Agent.
Secret... Secret Service Agent.
OK. What can I do for you?
Can I talk to you in private?
Yeah, sure.
Yeah, I'll just be in the back.
It's good to see you, Sam. OK.
Y'all two on a first-name basis?
He's Barry's godfather, so...
- Yeah. - Boy...
What can I do for you, Secret Service Agent?
I wanted to talk to you about Barry.
What about Barry?
I'll cut right to it.
Knowing that he saw the two of you having sex
and he did all this damage,
I was wondering if there was any way
that you would consider dropping the charges?
Why would I drop the charges?
He's a good kid, and he's made some mistakes.
"He's a good kid. He's made some mistakes." OK.
He's not above the law, right,
Mister, uh... what's your name?
- Sam. - Sam.
- Sam what? - Owen.
Sam Owen. OK, Mr. Sam Owen.
I am not going to be dropping the charges against Barry
because I want him to be locked up for a very long time.
You don't see what...
Well, you're gonna miss out on a huge opportunity here.
You threatening me?
What do you mean?
You think I don't see what you're doing?
You come in here, you say you're Secret Service.
You want to muscle up on me.
Son, listen to me. I'm not trying to intimidate you--
- Then what is this? - or threaten.
This is me asking you for a favor.
Man to man.
I don't know you man to man, Sam.
Why would I do you a favor? Why would I do him a favor?
Why? Explain that to me, please.
Because when you give favors to people like me,
you can cash in on 'em later on.
No, I don't think so, friend.
I'm OK. I'll pass.
Yes, sir. Well, thank you.
Yeah, thanks.
I'll see you later, Sharon.
See you!
Hey.
What the hell was that?
You put him up to this?
What--no!
Yeah? You sure?
Honey, will you stop?
You see what he just did.
He came in here, trying to...
act like he was gonna push me around
because he's some Secret Service man?
All I'm gonna say is he's a really good ally to have.
So you want me to drop the charges, too.
- I didn't say that. - No, but you do.
Look, you know how I feel about all this, OK?
Yeah.
Yeah, but what about my store?
Look, I am not trying to fight with you about this, OK?
I've had enough of that.
OK.
- All right. - All right.
Let's just drop it, then.
- OK, good. - OK.
OK, let's go eat lunch.
Yeah?
- Yeah. - OK, come on.
[Exhales]
Baby, what are you doing?
I had to go to the bathroom.
That's what bedpans are for.
No. I'm fine.
Baby, you got to lay down.
Oh, Nancy...
Will you do it, please?
[Exhales] OK.
Ugh...
Come on.
I need-- I need to sit up.
I been laying down for too long.
Let me...just...
Baby, come on.
- Sit up. - Lay down.
- Ugh! - You got it?
OK, OK.
All right.
I know you want to get out of here,
but this is not the quickest way to do it.
OK. I have to see about Barry.
He's fine, but right now, you gotta take care of yourself.
Yeah, I understand that.
Do you?
I just don't want him talking to the police.
I know that. I told him. I made it clear.
Let me call Sam. Let me just--
Sam: No need to call. I'm here.
[Door closes] Hey, man.
You up and around?
Yeah. I had to...
- I had to check on Barry. - Yeah, he shouldn't be.
That's what I need to talk to you about.
What is it? Is he OK?
He's fine. He has a chance to get out on bail.
Oh!
- You pull some strings? - No, no, no.
Two things-- 1--That body was not Ruth's.
- It's not? - Oh, thank you, God.
Sam: Some woman out of Ohio.
And 2--The blood on the knife is animal blood.
Oh, see, baby, I told you he couldn't do this.
Praise God!
Now, w-what about the shooting?
I'll talk to you about that later.
No, go ahead. Tell me now.
Richard...
Tell me.
[Sighs]
The gun was found at the crime scene.
And if Barry says that he let that person borrow his car,
then he could walk.
- What? - Yeah.
So you just gonna let somebody else
take the blame for what he did?
The other person is dead, so he wouldn't be punished.
Oh, so that's what we're teaching him now--to lie?
Is that what we're doing?
If it'll help him to start over clean...
What...
It don't make it right, Richard.
Baby, I'm just trying to protect our son.
I don't like it.
I know you don't like it.
Baby, like I said, if it help him start over clean...
Richard, no.
Listen, listen to me.
I was with him.
We both had our hands on the gun.
Hell, I could have been the one who did it.
We need to let the police handle this.
I mean... kid is dead.
Who is this kid?
[Sighs] Baby.
I mean, who is he and where did he get the gun?
It was Picky, baby.
Wha--my nephew?
Yes.
I'm so sorry.
He's dead?
Yes.
Sam: Yes.
And y-you didn't tell me? How?
[Sighs] Gang shooting.
W-what happened?
Look, you had a lot going on.
So you want Picky to take the blame?
Baby, Picky's shot a lot of people.
Richard, that don't make it right.
Babe, I'm just trying to protect our son.
And give up my--
my sister's son?
Baby.
Hey.
Richard: Nancy...
Baby.
[Door closes]
[Sighs] I'm sorry.
Oh, man. She'll be all right, man.
Can you go down there and bail him out?
Yeah, I gotta get back to the White House,
but I'll go as soon as I'm off.
He should be processed by then.
OK. Thanks.
Feel better.
Yeah.
[Door closes]
- You listen to me. - Yes, ma'am?
No one is to go into that room.
- Do you understand me? - Yes, ma'am.
- Ms. Wilmont? - What is it?
There's a very strange person on the phone
asking if I care to comment on a rumor
that the President's daughter has phoned a lawyer
and is asking him to help her emancipate.
Put him through.
Right away, ma'am.
Hello?
Hi. Is this Diane Wilmont, acting Press Secretary?
Yes, it is. And who is this?
My name is Brian Winters.
I'm an attorney representing Gayle Franklin.
I just wanted to give you a heads up
that she's contacted our offices
and leveled some extreme claims of abuse
against the President and First Lady.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
Well, she was quite convincing.
Diane: Well, I'm telling you,
nothing can be further from the truth.
And there's no way that you spoke to her.
No, ma'am. She e-mailed me, and we videochatted.
Brian, right?
Can you let me call you back?
How long?
Diane: I need 24 hours.
I'm sorry. I'm going to a judge in the morning
to get an emergency hearing.
I would hold up on that, if I were you.
Why would I do that?
Diane: Because you seem like a man who
no doubt values his career.
Is that a threat?
Absolutely not, Mr. Winters.
I'm simply suggesting that maybe you should proceed with caution.
I always do.
Diane: Well, this child is a bit of a wild card.
You are aware of her reputation for making false statements?
Well, I'm willing to take that chance.
Diane: Well, then, give me 24 hours.
I'll be back in touch in exactly 24 hours.
Diane: Thank you.
- Sir? - Yes.
The press secretary called. She needs to speak with you.
OK. Did you get my wife on the line?
- She's not answering, sir. - Try again.
I have Agent Flint on the secure line.
- OK, just put him through. - Right away.
- Oh, and close the door. - Yes, sir.
Thank you.
[Phone rings]
- Sir. - Hey.
Hi.
Donald: Did you take care of it?
Did you have lunch with your wife?
No.
Kyle: Why not?
No. She didn't come.
- Well, did you call her? - Have you seen her?
Kyle: No.
- Kyle. - I have not.
Maybe it's time I stop in for a welfare check.
No. You need to take out the trash
that's in the President's bedroom.
Yeah, I've got that covered, sir.
Donald: Well, it's still in there.
- One fight at a time, lover. - OK.
- But, Don... - Yes?
Is Lilly a problem?
No, she's not.
You and this soft spot for this woman.
Donald: Well, as long as I have a hard spot for you,
don't worry about it.
Yes, sir!
Are you taking care of our second problem?
Kyle: As soon as I get back,
but this may be easier than I thought.
Surely he is stupid enough to go looking for her.
Then good. That will make it easier.
Yes, sir.
I've got a plan.
You always do.
I'll see you in a bit.
Here you go.
Oh! So now you bring it back.
Do you want it or not?
You better be glad I have a tablet.
OK, well, guess what I did.
What's that?
I talked to a lawyer.
- What? - Yeah.
He said he could help me.
Oh! Yeah, well, you have no money.
I don't need any money.
Yo, everybody wants money.
You are so stupid.
Don't you know some people will do things for us
because we're famous?
Ha ha! OK, so what's he doing for you,
Miss I'm So Famous?
Well, he's filing my emancipation.
What?
Yeah.
You were serious?
Gayle: Yes.
How much did you tell him?
Everything.
Gayle, you need to call him back
and tell him that you lied.
Why would I do that?
You just don't learn.
Gayle: And what is there to learn?
They're going to be furious,
and that'll affect me.
OK, so come with me.
No.
Come on. He said I'm gonna need witnesses.
Oh, OK.
Yeah, I was wondering why you're being so nice to me.
Jason, come on.
Jason: You're only nice when you want something.
Oh, come on!
Please?
No.
OK, I have something that you might like.
Yeah? What's that?
Will you join me?
OK, will you tell me what it is?
OK, fine. You like Jean, right?
And?
Gayle: And you know how Mom and Dad
always say leverage is everything?
- Will you just tell me? - OK.
So when I was in the trunk of the car,
I heard her saying terrible things about Mom and Dad.
And you know she's not supposed to do that, right?
She could get fired, and she really needs this job.
She lives in, like, a little pathetic apartment.
You are so cruel.
So will you come?
No.
Gayle: All right, fine.
Then you stay here and suffer the wrath of those assholes.
Oh. And don't use my information.
I'm gonna use it.
[Door slams]
Jones, can I have the room, please?
Jones.
Jones!
Kick it.
Can I talk to you, Max?
I don't have anything to say to you.
This is really important.
- I said I don't have any-- - You want to hear this, Max.
It's about all you know.
I want to tell you everything.
Kyle, get away from me.
Look, I just had a secret meeting with the Attorney General,
and I need some help. OK?
Just listen.
OK, you want to know what happened?
He was on drugs that she brought.
You know that she always brought him drugs.
And he was outside of himself,
and I think he accidentally killed her.
I don't believe you.
Kyle: You saw that mattress, didn't you?
It's got her DNA all over it.
Max, you saw that amount of blood.
No one can survive that.
Now, we took an oath to protect him,
but this is a murder committed by
the most powerful man in the world.
And we took that oath, but we owe a duty to this country
to do what's right.
I--I know that you don't like me,
but I'm working with the DOJ.
We're building a case, OK,
and I need someone that I can trust.
I don't trust you.
We both serve the same flag.
We're both soldiers.
Max, I was a Ranger, you a Marine.
Please help me and don't blow this for me.
Help me build this case.
I need someone that I can trust.
And, Max, this could make our career.
We could run the FBI.
Not one of us has ever taken down a President.
Come on, man.
What would you want me to do?
[Sighs] Thank God, man. Thank God.
They want the Secret Service
to get that mattress out of the room,
but we need to preserve it.
Can you put it somewhere for safekeeping?
[Sighs]
Why would I trust you?
Look, just get the van around back,
get that mattress somewhere where it's safe.
Don't even tell me. You will hold all the cards.
You trust yourself, don't you?
Now, we are going to have to move fast.
First Lady's watching it like a hawk.
She in on it, too?
Kyle: Yeah, man. Come on, you know that.
I don't trust you.
But you trust this country
and you love it.
Help me, please.
Just help me.
Max, I can't get this done alone.
I need someone that I can trust.
Hey?
Now, look, I will call you,
but we have to move fast.
We only have a small window.
Please, get that van to the east exit.
I'm counting on you.
Ellie: Is the Chief of Staff in?
Carolyn: No, he's not.
Ellie: OK. Can you let him know that the press secretary
needs to speak to him right away, please?
- Sure. - Hey!
Yes, sir?
No. You.
- Me, sir? - Yeah.
Come in.
Yes, sir?
Close the door.
Yes, sir?
Come on in. I haven't met you.
Your name is Callie?
- Ellie. - Ellie.
Yeah, I saw your-- I saw your resume.
- Really? - Yeah.
I told Donald you'd make a great new press secretary.
Oh, no, sir. Um, I'm an aide.
Yeah, so?
You went to school. You see how things work around here.
You could do the job.
- You think so? - Yeah.
I mean, half the job is looking the part,
and you look the part.
Thank you.
Have a seat.
Oh, actually, the press secretary is waiting for me--
Acting?
Acting press secretary is waiting for me?
Pretty sure she works for me.
Have a seat.
Oh.
Yes, sir?
Thank you.
Tell me all about yourself.
Is he in?
Yes, but, ma'am, I told you--
And I believe that you were told that I need to see him.
Just a moment.
- Sir? - Donald, I need to see you!
Allan: Sir, she, uh--
- Well, come on in. - Sir, she--
No, no, thank you, Allan.
We've been trying to reach you.
Yes, I have been busy with this agenda--
I need to speak to you now.
Well, I can schedule you for a moment--
Diane: Now!
OK, what is it, hmm?
I got a call about the First Daughter.
We need to meet with the President
and the First Lady right now.
What is it?
Come on. I'll fill you in as we head to the Oval.
- Is it a level 5, level 6-- - Yes.
OK. Allan!
Have the First Lady meet me in the Oval right away,
and make sure that her aide knows that we need her right now.
Allan: Yes, sir.
Give me a moment.
Kyle: Sir?
- Yes. - Yes, sir.
The window is open right now.
- Copy that, sir. - Hmm.
Tell me everything.
Hey, Yuma.
Call me back.
[Cell phone rings]
Max.
Kyle: Now or never, Max.
- I don't trust-- - Now or never.
Damn it.
Take over, Lee.
Um, sir, I really should be getting back. So, um...
Yeah, no, I understand.
But you, um...you think about what I said.
Yes, absolutely.
You have definitely given me a lot to think about.
What is this about?
Oh, hi. I'm Ellie.
Hi.
Hello.
What are you doing in here...
alone...
with him, Ellie?
Um, the President and I were--
That will be all, Ellie.
I asked her a question.
And I said she was just leaving.
[Whispering] Excuse me.
You are the stupidest asshole!
Mmm. Already with the name-calling.
I have a bloody mattress that I'm trying to get rid of
to protect you, and you're down here
interviewing your next victim.
- Victim? - Yes.
Does she know that you will get high
and decapitate a bitch?
Oh...
you think this is funny.
I'm upstairs trying to keep the staff out of our room
when Secret Service rushes in and escorts me down here
like I'm some sort of criminal.
What the hell is going on?
I don't know. I didn't call you.
I would never call you.
This is bullshit.
[Sighs]
[Knock on door]
Come in!
- Did you call her down here? - Yes, sir, we did.
Well, what the hell is it?
Sir, you remember Diane, your press secretary?
Victoria: What is it?
Diane: Ma'am, it's your daughter.
What about her?
Apparently, she contacted an attorney
and asked him to file an emancipation on her behalf.
Is this why you called me down here?
Ma'am, she's made some pretty damaging allegations
against you and your husband.
May we sit down?
Victoria: Such as...
She said that you beat her
and that the two of you fight physically.
Go on.
I'm sorry.
Speak, bitch!
She said that she was raped
and that neither of you did anything about it.
She also states that you both are unfit and sick people.
Tsk. Anything else?
He recorded the entire conversation,
and she says she has much more to say when they meet.
Well, that will never happen.
Diane: But it can.
He said he's going to the courts in 24 hours
for an emergency hearing.
This little bitch is hell-bent on destroying us.
Yeah, well, maybe if you weren't so much of who you are,
she wouldn't be this way.
And maybe if you spent more time with your kids
rather than in some whore's cheap-ass underwear--
Ahem. May I suggest that--
Speaking of underwear...
What is it?
Ma'am, the insults are not necessary.
Well, they come 2 for 1.
You want more?
Hunter: Oh, give it a rest.
Oh, shut up! I'll handle this
like I handle everything else.
I may as well be a single parent.
Yeah. Forgive me for running the country.
You really believe you run anything?
- Mmm. - Please!
- Ma'am, if I may-- - Shut up!
Dumb bitch can't even spin a story.
- Well, this isn't about spin-- - I said...
Shut up.
The First Lady is talking.
Wait. How the hell did she get in touch
with this ambulance chaser?
Ma'am, we are checking into it right now.
Oh, this entire administration should be fired.
You all are the worst.
Diane, would you excuse us, please?
- Yes, sir. - Thank you.
What if he calls back?
I will have something for you within an hour.
- Yes, sir. - Thank you.
Sir--
I don't like her as press secretary.
- Sir? - She's fat.
Sir...
she's the best.
I have an idea for a new one.
Sir, maybe we should just focus on the matter at hand, huh?
What? Why? Let Victoria handle it.
So this is what I'm thinking about for press secretary.
Sir, I think we should deal with this matter right now.
How?
Perhaps we should send someone to have a meeting with him, hmm?
Someone?
I'll do it.
Cool. Handle it.
Yes, sir.
I want a new press secretary.
Yes, sir.
[Cell phone rings]
Where the hell are you?
- I need you. - What is it?
Yuma: I'm at the clothing store.
What's going on?
Yuma: I've--I've been hurt.
- What happened? - Come alone.
I'll get backup and be right over.
Yuma: No! No, come alone.
Yuma, what happened?
I'm at the store, please. Please just hu...
hurry up and get here, OK?
OK.
- [Coughs] - You better hope he shows.
He's gonna show.
I need you to get me to an ambulance.
I'm not gonna-- I'm not gonna make it, OK.
No. Come on. You're tough.
Remember?
You want to taste it a little bit?
All right, Maxie.
I'm bleeding out. You can't leave me here.
You can't... You can't leave me here.
Oh, come on.
I assure you that you will not bleed out.
That's not how you're gonna go.
Jason, where's your sister?
In her room.
Why is my bedroom door open?
I don't know.
Jason, I asked you a question. Pay attention!
What?
Why is my bedroom door open?
Secret Service must have left it open. I don't know.
- What? - Yeah.
What the hell?
Ma'am?
I told you not to let anyone in there.
Well, the Secret Service ordered us to clean the room.
- Who? - Ma'am?
What agent?
- Uh... - Speak!
It was Agent Carter.
You've got to be kidding me.
Did we do something wrong, ma'am?
No.
That would have been your parents.
Get the hell out of here.
Go!
- Ellie. - Yes?
Where were you?
Um, the President called me into the Oval.
For what?
He was just asking me about my job and school.
And you found that entertaining?
He's the President.
Stop smiling.
Sorry.
Raise up your dress.
- Excuse me? - You heard me.
Ma'am, I'm not going to raise my--
Do it now, Ellie.
Ma'am, I--
Or I will do it for you.
Ma'am, this is extremely inappropriate.
So is ... the President in the Oval Office.
Excuse me?
So why is your lipstick smudged?
My lipstick? Oh--I would never--
What are you saying?
Fine.
Then I will just take these
to the FBI crime lab
and have them tested
against your DNA.
Those aren't mine!
Those aren't mine, and I didn't even do anything!
OK, fine.
Go back to your desk.
But when I get the results back,
you're fired.
Oh...
Yuma!
Kyle: Aah!
[Grunting]
[Crash]
Aah!
[Grunting]
[Crash]
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The mattress-- they took it.
Can you keep me safe and hidden and protected?
I got you.
- Are you out? - I'm out.
- Um... - Hey.
[Nancy sobbing]
- Honey... - We love you.
What the hell is going on?
Victoria, just stop it, OK? Stop it!
- Who the hell do you think you're talking-- - Enough!
You told them that your cousin did it.
We didn't have no choice.
Get ready to put on a show?