Kyle: I need someone that I can trust.
Max: I don't believe you.
Richard: Previously on "The Oval"...
Victoria: What are you doing in here alone with him?
Gayle: He's filing my emancipation.
Brian: Extreme Claims of abuse
against the president and first lady.
Nancy: You want Picky to take the blame?
Richard: I'm just trying to protect our son.
Victoria: How the hell did she get in touch
with this ambulance chaser?
Yuma: I'm at the clothing store. Hurry up and get here, OK?
Kyle: You better hope he shows.
- Yuma? - Aagh!
[Both grunting]
Kyle: [Grunting]
[Grunting continues]
I've been waiting for this.
Max: You son of a bitch.
Kyle: That's all I got...
asshole.
Hunter: What do you want?
Victoria: They took it.
Hunter: What?
Victoria: The mattress. They took it.
- Who? - Kyle, your guy.
Hunter: Oh. That's handled.
- How do you know? - Because I trust him.
Victoria: How?
Hunter: He knows a lot.
Victoria: How much does he know, Hunter?
- Get out of here. - How much?
Hunter: Enough.
Victoria: OK.
You don't even know the enemies you're making around here.
Look. All the information you're feeding them,
it's just giving them leverage.
Hunter: I'm still President of the United States.
Victoria: Oh. Ha ha ha!
You're a joke with no power.
Hunter: Hmm.
Victoria: Good luck giving the help power
to run the asylum, dumbass.
Hunter: Shut the door on the way out, please.
Victoria: Kiss my ass. Oh, hi. How are you?
Man, on P.A.: Ladies and gentlemen,
the president and first lady.
Different man: ♪ 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 ♪
Barry: Dad?
Dad.
Richard: Huh?
Barry: Hey.
Richard: [Panting]
Oh...
Oh, my God.
Hey.
Barry: I'm sorry, man. I'm sorry.
Richard: Oh, shh. Shh.
- I'm sorry. - Shh shh shh shh shh shh.
Richard: Are you out?
Barry: I'm out.
Richard: [Panting]
Barry: Are you all right?
Richard: [Clears throat]
I'm--I'm fine.
Barry: But you got shot.
Richard: Hmm.
Barry: You got shot because of me.
Richard: But I'm tougher than nails.
Barry: [Chuckles]
I'm sorry, man. I just--
I just went blank, and--
Richard: Hey, hey, hey,
listen to me.
You're OK, and I'm OK.
Barry: Um...I'm very--
I am very sorry, OK?
- Oh, son-- - You--
Richard: Son, look at me. Look at me now.
We're gonna get through this.
It's just, heh--
just another battle scar for your old man. Heh.
Barry: [Sobs]
Richard: OK.
Barry: I didn't know that was gonna happen.
Richard: We never do,
which is why you can't go flying off in a rage like that.
- You understand me? - Yeah. I know. I know.
Richard: You're better, son. You're better than this.
Barry: I know, Dad. It's just--
[Sniffles]
It's just killing me not knowing where my daughter is.
Richard: Yeah, but I know. I know, son.
We're gonna find her. We will.
Barry: Dad, I love you so much.
Richard: I love you, too, son.
Hey, this is all right.
Barry: Nah, it's not.
Richard: [Sighs]
Barry: [Sniffles]
[Exhales]
Did Uncle Sammy tell you about the charges?
Richard: Yeah. He told me.
Barry: And Ruth...
she's not dead.
Richard: No. She's not.
Barry: Just got to find her.
Richard: We will.
I promise you, son, we will.
Barry: [Sniffles]
Where's Mommy at?
Richard: Oh, she, um-- She'll be back.
Barry: Dad, is there anything I can do for you?
Richard: Just keep your head cool, all right,
and you can buy me a new damn truck, OK?
Barry: Yeah. OK.
- Loved that truck. - OK.
[Phone line rings]
- Sir... - Where are you?
Kyle: I'm on my way back to the White House, sir.
Hunter: OK. Did you finally remove--
Kyle: Yes, sir. I did.
Hunter: Oh, why didn't you tell me?
Kyle: Sir, I had to take responsibility
in order to take care of you.
- Well, I-- - I'm sorry, sir.
Kyle: I have a duty to protect you.
Hunter: Look. I understand, but my wife--
Kyle: I'll talk to her when I get back, sir.
Hunter: Yeah. Yeah. You go right ahead.
Kyle: Yes, sir. I will.
Hunter: How long before you get back?
Kyle: Not long.
Hunter: All right. Meet her in the residence...
Kyle: Yes, sir.
- and Kyle... - Yes, sir?
- bring your biggest gun. - I always do, sir.
Hunter: All right. Come see me after talk to her...
Kyle: Yes, sir. I will.
Hunter: and be prepared to pull your pants down.
Kyle: Yes, sir.
- Dude... - Yes, sir?
Hunter: You weren't supposed to say, "Yes, sir."
Kyle: Well, sir, I--
Hunter: So you just do anything I ask?
Kyle: Yes, sir. I would.
Hunter: Forget it.
Kyle: Um, sir, what is it?
Hunter: You ruined the joke, man.
Kyle: I don't understand.
Hunter: I said, "Be prepared to pull your pants down."
You were supposed to say, "Why?" and I was gonna say,
"Because I want to see how much ass you have left
after Victoria got done chewing it."
Kyle: Oh, I see.
Hunter: You guys have to get a sense of humor.
Why are you always so dark?
Kyle: I'm sorry, sir.
Hunter: Just come see me after you talk to her.
Kyle: Yes, sir.
Hunter: Weirdo.
Kyle: Sir, you might want to press the white button
to clear the line next time.
Hunter: Well, truth hurts, Kyle.
Kyle: What an idiot.
[Sniffles]
Gayle: Did you call them?
Brian: I called them, and I'm sure--
Victoria: Open this door now!
Gayle: Here she comes.
[Pounding on door]
Victoria: Open this door!
- Are you recording? - Yes.
Gayle: OK. Be quiet.
Victoria: I said, open this door, and I mean right now.
Gayle: Go away.
Victoria: Gayle, I will have someone come up
and take this door off the hinges.
Gayle: I said, go away.
Victoria: OK.
- Hello, ma'am. - I need a sledgehammer.
- Ma'am? - A sledgehammer.
Lee: OK. Is there anything I can help you out with?
Victoria: Get me a damn sledgehammer.
Lee: We will check the supply room, ma'am.
Victoria: Hurry!
Lee: Guys, we got to find a sledgehammer, now.
[Cell phone rings]
Nancy: [Panting]
I've been calling you.
Beverly: I know. I was out.
Nancy: Beverly, I need to talk to you.
Beverly: Yeah? I need to talk to you, too.
Nancy: Why didn't you tell me that Picky was dead?
Beverly: Oh, yeah. I meant to call you.
Nancy: You meant to call me?
Beverly: Yeah.
Nancy: You should've told me.
Beverly: I was going to.
Listen. I need some money.
Nancy: Oh, Beverly...
Beverly: What?
Nancy: What happened?
Beverly: I don't know.
Nancy: The police didn't tell you?
Beverly: No.
They called me and said he was at Saint Rhodes in the morgue.
Nancy: What? I'm here now.
Beverly: They asked me to come down there
to I.D. the body, but I hadn't had a chance.
Nancy: You haven't had a chance?
Beverly: No.
I know you've been helping me with my rent, but I--
Nancy: Look. I'm not giving you any money.
Beverly: I know you're not mad at me because he died.
You know what he was doing.
Nancy: I can't believe that you won't even come down here.
Beverly: You do it.
- Beverly-- - Look.
Beverly: He's more your responsibility than mine.
Now, I need some money.
Nancy: I've been giving you money for years.
Beverly: And I've been doing what I've been doing for years.
Nancy: And you need to get clean.
Beverly: Damn, I am clean, bitch.
Nancy: Don't you call me out of my name.
Beverly: Look. You better give me some money.
Nancy: Or what, huh?
Beverly: You know what.
Nancy: I'm not giving you a damn dime.
Beverly: Well, I'mma do what I got to do.
Nancy: You do that.
Beverly: You sure that's what you want? Do you?
[Knocks on door]
Bobby: I was worried to death about you.
Lilly: Oh, cut the crap.
Bobby: No. I was.
Lilly: Look. I came here to talk to you.
Bobby: You got to tell me what's going on.
Lilly: I can't do this.
Bobby: Do what?
Lilly: Be with him like that.
[Sniffles]
Can I trust you?
Bobby: Yes.
Lilly: Are you sure?
Bobby: Yes, I'm telling you.
Lilly: OK.
I want to get out.
Bobby: OK.
What, exactly, do you--
Lilly: Can you keep me safe and hidden and protected?
Bobby: Yes.
Lilly: Because I-- I have money.
- Look. Listen. - You know I have money.
Bobby: Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen.
Keep this, OK? Keep it.
Lilly: Look, Bobby, if he finds me, he's gonna kill me.
Bobby: Look. Here's what we'll do, OK?
You file the divorce papers. Let me do the rest.
Lilly: OK, but they'll come to my shop.
Bobby: I can keep you hidden.
I have a safe house where you can hide
and do your sketches, OK?
- Are you sure? - Yes.
Lilly: Please, please don't betray me...
Bobby: I won't.
Lilly: because this is my life.
Bobby: I know.
That's why I have to help you.
Lilly: And I'm trusting you.
Bobby: I got you. I do.
Lilly: [Sniffles]
So what do we do?
Bobby: I have a cabin. We can go there, all right?
Lilly: OK, but what about my clothes and designs and...
Bobby: Lilly, you have to leave everything.
Lilly: Um...OK.
Bobby: What's the hesitation?
Lilly: It's just, um--
- Nothing. - Tell me.
Lilly: I just never thought my life could be like this.
Bobby: It's OK.
Lilly: If you betray me, I'm dead, anyway.
Bobby: I'm not gonna betray you, OK?
I'm not.
Lilly: OK.
Bobby: We got to get rid of your car.
Give me your keys.
Lilly: [Sniffles]
Bobby: I'll be right back.
You're safe, all right? I promise, OK?
Lilly: OK.
Bobby: I need your phone, too.
Lilly: [Sniffles]
Bobby: All right. Don't call anyone.
Stay here until I get back
and stay away from the doors and windows.
Lilly: All right.
Bobby: I'm so glad you're here.
I got you.
I promise you, I got you.
Lilly: [Sniffles]
[Knocks on door]
Donald: Come in.
- Sir-- - No.
Donald: Don't say anything to me unless it's you found out
how the first daughter has been getting online
without us knowing.
Allan: I think this is why.
Donald: What is it?
Allan: The president's secure Wi-Fi seems to have
some strange activity on it, sir.
Donald: OK. What is it?
Allan: It's a bit embarrassing.
Donald: What is it, huh? You're an adult. Use your words.
Allan: Well, porn, sir.
Donald: What?
Allan: Not just regular porn, but, uh--
Donald: I mean, is there such a thing?
Allan: It's violent bondage type of porn, sir.
- What? - Yes.
Donald: Well, maybe he's into that thing.
- I don't know. - Yes, sir.
Donald: Have you talked to the Secret Service about this?
Allan: No. Sir, you told me to come to you
with everything first.
Donald: Good. You're learning quick.
Allan: Yes, sir.
Donald: Can I have it?
Allan: It's a bit over the top.
Donald: Thank you, son,
and find out how that kid's been getting online.
Allan: Yes, sir.
- Sir... - Yes?
Allan: she's online right now.
- With who? - The lawyer, sir.
Donald: Damn it.
Whoa!
Ma'am?
Hey, ma'am, you know we can get that for you.
Ma'am...
Allan: Sir, what's going on?
- Where's the president? - The Oval, sir.
Donald: Have him meet me in the residence right away.
Allan: Yes, sir.
Donald: OK, ma'am. Ma'am, listen to me.
Ma'am, you are gonna damage the floors, OK?
Ma'am?
Ma'am, just give it to me, OK?
Ma'am, listen to me. Just--
Ma'am, ma'am, you're gonna-- Stop, stop.
Ma'am, you are gonna damage the floors, OK?
Ma'am, can I help you, huh?
Victoria: I don't need a man to help me with this, honey.
Donald: OK. Well, just--
Victoria: What the heck? Let it go!
Donald: No, ma'am.
- I said-- - Ma'am!
Victoria: Did you not hear me, you son of a bitch?
Donald: Victoria, just stop it, OK? Stop it!
Victoria: Who the hell do you think you're talking--
Donald: Enough!
Victoria: Who the hell do you think you're talking to?
Donald: A ... fool, one who has everything
at her fingertips and will just throw it all away.
- I will have you-- - I am talking.
Donald: You want to break down that door, here.
Go ahead.
Do it and let the whole world see,
and I promise you, within two hours,
the woman who killed her kids
will have way more sympathy than you.
Here.
Victoria: What the hell are you talking about?
Donald: Are you calm?
Victoria: I asked you a question.
- And I asked you one? - And I asked you.
Donald: Why is everything a competition with you, huh?
OK. You're not calm.
Hunter: That's her problem.
Donald: Sir, I am-- I am sorry I lost myself.
Hunter: No. Don't be.
Victoria: Hunter, fire him and fire him now.
Donald: Sir, I will take back my--
Hunter: Shh shh shh shh shh.
No.
Victoria: Hunter...
Donald: Sir, I will leave. I don't mind.
Hunter: You will do no such thing.
Victoria: Hunter, you will fire him.
Hunter: No. I won't.
Victoria: Did you not hear the way he just spoke to me?
Hunter: [Snickers]
You should be used to that by now.
- I will-- - Yep.
- Listen to him. - Hunter!
Donald: Ma'am, I am trying to save you and your husband.
I'm sorry.
Victoria: That's my daughter in there.
She won't open the door, so I'm going to knock it down.
Hunter: Oh, that's a great idea. You know how old that door is?
Just gonna go around destroying history now?
Victoria: Well, I'm making new history.
Hunter: Donald, what were you trying to say?
Victoria: So you're gonna have him raise our kids, too?
Hunter: I would listen to him if I were you.
Donald, speak.
Donald: Sir, your daughter has the attorney in there
on conference right now.
Hunter: And how is that possible?
Donald: She got your secured Wi-Fi password.
Hunter: Hmm. Great.
Well, why don't you just shut it down?
Donald: Because I think this is a great opportunity
to go in there and show that attorney
that you two are caring parents.
Hunter: That's a great idea, Donald.
Donald: I'll get the key to her room, sir.
Hunter: Thank you, Donald.
[Chuckles]
[Exhales]
Victoria: Hmm.
Hunter: He just saved your ass.
You should thank him.
Victoria: I will.
I will thank him,
and I will thank Kyle for the mattress.
I will.
Hunter: You really do have split personalities.
Victoria: That's because I have a brain that thinks,
unlike you.
Hunter: Yeah? What are you thinking right now, dear?
Victoria: You're asking the wrong damn question.
Hunter: And what question should I be asking, dear?
Victoria: If your Wi-Fi and password are so secure--
Hunter: How did she get it?
Victoria: Still the wrong question.
Hunter: Come with it.
Victoria: How do they know she's online?
Kate: He had some personal effects,
but the police took everything as evidence.
Leon Stevens...
Right here.
Nancy: [Gasps]
Kate: Is this him?
Are you OK?
Nancy: [Sobs]
Kate: I'm sorry.
I didn't know you would take it like this.
Are you OK, ma'am?
Nancy: Yes.
Kate: I'm sorry.
Nancy: That's him.
Gayle: [Exhales]
- Hey, you there? - Yes.
Gayle: It's OK. It's OK. You can talk.
Brian: What's going on?
Gayle: I don't know. She's really quiet. It's scary.
Brian: Are you in danger?
Gayle: Yeah, and you're gonna know it.
Brian: OK. We'll give it a bit more.
Gayle: OK.
Donald: Here you are, sir.
Hunter: OK. Thank you, Donald.
- May I suggest c-- - No.
- We can handle this. - Now leave.
Donald: Yes, ma'am.
Victoria: And, Donald...
Donald: Ma'am?
Victoria: if you ever talk to me like that again,
I will pay someone to ... you up.
Donald: Yes, ma'am.
Victoria: No. You didn't hear me, Donald.
I didn't say pay a man to ... you.
I said ... you up.
Donald: Yes, ma'am.
Victoria: When we're done, I want it disconnected.
Donald: Actually, ma'am, I have a better idea.
I think we should leave it on for a few more days
just so he doesn't get suspicious.
I'll monitor it.
Victoria: OK.
Hunter: Thank you, Donald.
Donald: Yes, sir.
Hunter: Victoria...
you ready to put on a show?
Victoria: Like I'm having sex with you and enjoying it.
- Mm. - Come, dear.
Victoria: Gayle, open this door.
Gayle: Go away.
Victoria: Gayle, I'm coming in.
Gayle: Here we go.
Brian: We're on.
Gayle: I said, leave me alone.
Hunter: Gayle, it's your father.
Gayle: What do you want?
Hunter: We want to talk to you.
Gayle: Leave me alone.
Hunter: Your mother and I would like to talk to you.
Gayle: OK. Well, I have nothing to say to you.
Hunter: Well, we have some things we'd like to say to you.
Gayle: Uh-uh. What? Get out.
Victoria: We're not going to do that, honey.
Gayle: Oh, then what are you gonna do, punish me?
Victoria: Oh, well, why would we do that?
Hunter: Honey, we know you contacted a lawyer.
Victoria: And a pretty good one at that.
Hunter: Yeah.
What we don't understand
is why you're making up all these stories.
Gayle: I'm not making up anything.
Hunter: Oh, come on, honey.
Gayle: I'm not.
She TASE'd me, and she talks to me crazy,
and you two fight all the time.
Hunter: What? All the time?
Victoria: Oh, honey, your father and I
have disagreements like everyone else,
but I wouldn't say all the time.
Would you, dear?
Hunter: No, not at all.
Gayle: You two are liars. What the hell is going on?
Victoria: Oh, such language.
Hunter: OK, OK.
Honey, we know that you're very upset that Leon--
Victoria: Picky, darling.
You like to call him Picky, so affectionate.
Hunter: Oh, I'm sorry, that you couldn't bring Picky
to the inauguration.
Gayle: What?
Victoria: I told him how upset you were.
Gayle: Are you serious right now?
You literally had him murdered.
Victoria: Gayle, you have got to stop
with making up these stories.
Gayle: Oh, I'm not making up anything.
Victoria: Your father and I think it's time you see someone.
Gayle: No. I'm getting out of this family.
Hunter: Gayle, we can keep this out of the press,
and we have a place they think can really help you.
Gayle: I'm not crazy.
Hunter: No one is saying you're crazy.
Victoria: We're just saying that these delusions must stop.
Gayle: What are you guys saying to me right now?
Victoria: We love you. I'm sorry.
Hunter: But this is gonna be so good for you.
Victoria: Mm-hmm.
Gayle: What?
Victoria: We will get through this. I promise.
- Turn it off. - Yes.
Hunter: I love you.
Gayle: What, what?
Victoria: Hmm.
Hunter: [Exhales]
Victoria: That little girl, heh,
she'll have to come out eventually,
and when she does, I'll be waiting for her.
Gayle: Are you still there?
Ohh...shit.
Hunter: I got to say, Victoria, you were--
You were really good in there.
Victoria: Oh, well, all of those years
of faking it with you finally paid off.
Hunter: I mean, nowhere near as good as I was, but--
Victoria: Oh, no.
No, because no one is as good a liar as you are.
Hunter: Thank you, dear.
Victoria: Hmm. Where's Kyle?
Hunter: It's taken care of.
Victoria: Keep trusting these people.
Hunter: You want to talk about trust
when I sleep next to you every night?
Victoria: Yes, and if I thought I could get away with it,
I would have buried a knife deep into your chest
a long time ago.
Hunter: What's wrong with a sledgehammer?
Victoria: Let me know when Kyle gets here.
Hunter: Yes, dear.
Diane: Why are you still here?
Ellie: I'm doing my job, ma'am.
Diane: You need to go home.
Ellie: I have a job to do.
Diane: Little girl, did you hear what I said?
Ellie: Ms. Wilmont, if you want to fire me,
then go right ahead and do it,
but it won't be because I left my e-mails undone.
Diane: You know you're playing with fire, right?
Ellie: Huh. I didn't do anything.
Diane: Do you honestly think that he cares about you?
Ellie: Cares about me? I didn't sleep with the president.
- Then let me see. - I don't have to let you see.
Diane: No. You don't.
Ellie: You know what, Ms. Wilmont?
You really may want to be more careful about the way
you speak to the people who work for you.
Diane: Is that so?
Ellie: Yes. You're the White House press secretary.
You wouldn't want an H.R. complaint
for sexual harassment, would you?
Diane: Ooh, the whore has a...
clapback.
Ellie: I'm not a whore.
Diane: I smelled you the minute you walked through that door.
Ellie: I didn't do it, and I'm not gonna let you
continue to speak to me this way.
Diane: Wow.
You know, you are a very good actress,
but I'm sure you already know that.
You know, you should keep that up
when you have to testify in front of Congress.
Oh, and, by the way,
I will have those DNA results back within 24 hours.
Ellie: Good. Then you'll know I'm telling the truth.
[Door opens]
[Exhales]
Diane: Hey.
Donald: Hey.
- You still here? - Yeah.
Diane: OK. Well, I will see you tomorrow.
Donald: Yes. You will. Heh.
Diane: Donald...
Donald: Yeah?
Uh...
Diane: I want to ask you a question.
Donald: What is it, hmm?
Diane: I know that we both protect this man,
but he is so new to this job.
Donald: What is it, hmm?
Diane: Would he have sex in the Oval?
Donald: Diane...
Diane: Look. I'm just asking a question.
You and I have been friends for a very long time.
Donald: With his wife.
Diane; Oh, Donald, please.
Tell me so that I know how to protect him.
Donald: Diane, he is who he is.
Diane: Well, I guess I'll take that as a yes.
Donald: You have a good night, Diane.
Diane: Yeah. You, too.
Donald: [Exhales]
[Sighs]
Hey, Allan...
Allan: Yes, sir?
Donald: Did my wife call?
Allan: No, sir.
Donald: OK.
Allan: Can I get you anything?
Donald: Um, no. Just go home, OK?
Allan: I'm almost done here.
Donald: Will you just go home?
Allan: Sir, what's the rush? I'm almost done.
Donald: Don't you have some beautiful, young lady
waiting for you?
Allan: No, sir. You are my priority.
Donald: You love politics that much, huh?
Allan: Heh. I love working for you this much, sir.
Donald: Well, thank you. Now go home.
- Sir-- - Go.
Allan: Yes, sir.
Can I get anything for your wife?
Donald: Excuse me?
Allan: Flowers. They always help, sir.
Donald: [Chuckles]
You are incredibly naive, Allan...
Allan: [Chuckles]
Donald: but thank you.
Allan: Yes, sir. Ahh. Good night.
Donald: Have a great night.
[Chuckles]
[Door closes]
[Sighs]
[Phone line rings]
[Beep]
Lilly, I have been trying to call you all day.
Listen. I hope you didn't do what I think you did.
[Exhales]
Ellie: Sir, um--
- Um-- - Hey.
Ellie: I didn't know you come down here.
Hunter: It's the White House. I go everywhere.
Ellie: Right.
Hunter: We should talk.
Ellie: OK.
Um, well,
there's actually something I think maybe I should tell you.
Hunter: Tell me.
- My boss. - Diane.
Ellie: Right.
She seems to think that something inappropriate
happened between us in your office.
Hunter: What?
Ellie: Yes. She found some, um, yellow panties,
and she thinks they're mine.
Hunter: Oh. Well--huh.
Where are they now?
Ellie: I'm not sure, sir. I think she took them with her.
She said she was gonna have them DNA-tested,
and if it comes back that they're mine,
she's gonna have me fired.
Hunter: Oh.
Well, she's--
She's gonna owe you quite an apology.
Ellie: Yes.
Hunter: I'm so sorry you have to deal with this.
Ellie: It's OK.
I may be young, but I'm certainly not dumb.
Hunter: No. No, of course you're not.
Ellie: She's just really
kind of crazy, you know?
Hunter: Yeah. You--
You let me handle Diane,
but thank you so much for telling me this.
Ellie: You're welcome.
Hunter: OK. Well, why don't you head on home,
and we'll talk about this tomorrow?
Ellie: OK.
Thank you, sir.
Hunter: Good night.
Ellie: Good night.
Hunter: [Sighs]
- Hey. - Hey.
Allan: You feeling any better?
Ellie: No.
Allan: Come on. I'll rub your feet.
Ellie: I mean, who does she think she is?
I can't believe her.
Allan: Babe, it's OK.
Ellie: I mean, I just--
Allan: Look. I can't hug you here, all right?
Ellie: I know. I know, OK?
Allan: This is killing me...
Ellie: OK.
Allan: but as soon as we get home...
Ellie: Yeah. I know.
Allan: all right?
Ellie: Yeah.
Allan: Besides, you got this, all right?
You know how to deal with people like this in your sleep.
Ellie: That doesn't make it any easier, Allan.
Allan: I know. I'm sorry.
Ellie: How's your guy?
Allan: I like him. He's sharp. I'm learning a lot.
Ellie: That makes one of us.
Allan: Babe, look around, OK?
We're working at the White House.
Ellie: I know, but--
Allan: That's enough to be celebrating.
Ellie: OK. Well...
can we at least start with a beer?
Allan: Yeah, and tequila shots.
Ellie: No. No. Early day tomorrow.
POTUS wants to see me.
Allan: What?
Ellie: Yeah.
Allan: For what?
- I told him. - You told him?
Ellie: Yeah. I told him what a bitch she was.
Allan: What?
Ellie: Yeah. I mean--
I don't know. I think--
I think he's gonna confront her and he wants me to be there.
Allan: And you're ready for that?
Ellie: I will be.
Allan: OK.
Well, then shots it is.
- OK. Yeah. - All right, then.
Allan: All right. I'll meet you at Chelsea's, OK?
- OK. - What is it?
Ellie: Diane.
She wants me to write a report.
Allan: OK. I'll wait.
Ellie: No. No. You go.
I'll meet you there.
Allan: OK. See you in a little bit.
Ellie: OK.
[Sighs]
Richard: I don't know, son.
I just want to get out of here so I can get back to work,
you know, hmm?
[Sniffles]
Barry: Dad, I need to tell you something.
Richard: Well, what is it?
Barry: I think I heard something I wasn't supposed to hear.
Richard: What is it?
Barry: Mom.
Richard: Oh, baby.
- Ma! - You all right?
Richard: You all right?
Nancy: I'm OK.
Barry: Hey.
Nancy: You're out.
Barry: Yes.
Richard: Baby, that's a good thing.
Barry: You need to convince her of that?
Richard: Barry...
Nancy: Yes. He does.
Richard: Baby...
Barry: Why?
Nancy: Because it means you did it.
Barry: Ma, no.
Ruth is not dead.
Nancy: I'm not talking about Ruth.
I'm talking about you.
That means that you told them that your cousin did it.
Richard: Oh, baby.
Nancy: He is here, in the morgue.
Richard: Baby, we didn't have no choice.
Nancy: How about the truth, Richard?
Richard: I know that, but, baby, he's out.
Nancy: So?
Richard: I mean, he cleared, OK?
Could we just be glad about that?
Nancy: It's kind of hard for me right now.
Barry: I'm sorry.
Nancy: I just saw him in the morgue.
Richard: Oh. Oh, God, I'm--I'm sorry.
Nancy: That poor boy didn't have a chance.
Richard: Oh, no, no. No, baby. I don't buy that.
Now, we gave him a chance.
- Did we? - Yes.
Nancy: That boy, Lord--
Richard: Baby, I'm sorry.
Nancy: I called my sister, and she didn't even care.
She was gonna let them bury him in a pauper's grave
because she didn't want to spend the money on a funeral.
We got to bury him.
Richard: Funerals are expensive.
Nancy: We have to find the money.
Are you kidding me?
Richard: Look. I'm not saying we won't,
but I'm just saying that--
Oh, God, OK. OK. Look. I'll--
I'll pull from my retirement.
Nancy: Baby, I need to do this.
I need to do this. I got to do something.
Richard: Baby, we took him,
and we tried to raise him.
Nancy: I know.
Richard: Now, you've done all you can do.
Nancy: No, I didn't.
Richard: Baby, he just went the wrong way.
Nancy: And you put him out.
Richard: But you know that Barry started to act out, too.
Now, I had to save our son.
Nancy: And let mine die?
Barry: Mom, I'm right here. I'm all right.
Richard: [Sighs]
Nancy: I'm not talking about you.
Richard: What are you saying?
He was my son.
Donald: Next on "The Oval"...
- Who's the father? - Richard...
Richard: Tell me and tell me now.
- So you did it. - Yes. I did.
Priscilla: I'm tired.
Sam: I can't believe you're doing this.
Priscilla: Go take a cold shower.
Sam: Wha...
Lilly: Been a long time since I had
some long, good, passionate...
Victoria: Your grandmother will be here
to get you in the morning.
Gayle: I'm not going anywhere with her.
Barry: It's over, just like that?
Ellie: How often do I get to talk to the president
in the Oval Office?