- VICTORIA: Think about it, dumbass.
We're at the top.
The pinnacle. We've made it.
- HUNTER: I'm president of the United States.
- You're a joke.
- I wanna be emancipated. I wanna leave this family.
- I wanna see my daughter. - You're not seeing anybody.
- Help me! - She took that baby!
- How long have you been married?
- Fifteen years.
- Has he been faithful the whole time?
- You might wanna get that little boy of yours in therapy
because serial killers start off as perverts.
- Your father and I made that hillbilly president.
And now he's sleeping with some gutter trash.
- [gasps] This will never touch me.
- DONALD: It's been taken care of.
You don't need to worry.
- You left the bloody mattress on the bed!
- What is going on?
- What kind of people would we be if we just let this go?
- You don't want to go down this road, Maxwell.
- I've been waiting for this.
- [gunshot] - [glass shatters]
- Where did the knife and money come from?
- I do not know.
I didn't know the money was in there.
- Picky told me that Kareem is a drug dealer.
He also said that Sharon is dealing with him.
- [shouts]
- NANCY: Picky was my son. - Who's the father?
- Richard-- - Tell me now.
- You know, you're a very beautiful woman.
- Don't you just love how they love each other, honey?
- We can be together now, just you and me.
- Ma'am, please, stop it!
- You don't want me to stop because you would've left.
- Diane has underwear
that we believe may belong to the dead girl.
- Meet your new boss. - Halle here--
- Ellie.
- Ellie here will be my new press secretary.
- Do you have any idea the things they say about him?
The whispers that I have been controlling?
I will tell the world what I heard in that office
about the president.
- You go to the police, they will kill you.
- Can you keep me safe? - I got you.
- Your grandmother's gonna take you and your sister
away for a while.
- I don't want to go.
Come here.
- [screams]
- NANCY: I have to bury a child.
And you think the father's important?
- Look at you. You're still hard.
- What the--
- I'm ready to live my days out in peace.
- Where's my daughter?
I'm taking your ass to the police!
- I am gonna make your life hell.
- [screams]
- Mic drop, bitches.
- [pants, sobs]
- ♪
- [pants, sobs]
- ♪
- Shh, shh!
- Just tell me what the hell is going on!
- Honey, honey, honey!
- Don't you give me that honey shit, I'm lookin' at you.
- Listen to me. - Was she in there?
- [pants, mumbles]
- She's in that room, I swear on everything I own
you gonna have to shoot me.
- Will you just listen?
Please-- - Let me see.
- Wait, wait. - Stop it!
What were you doing? - Stop it right now.
Please, stop it! - Sam...let me go.
[pants]
- What do you wanna see?
- [pants]
Pull your pants down, Sam.
Pull your pants down right now.
- Need I remind you we are in the kitchen in the White House?
- You think I give a damn about that right now?
- Shh! You should!
- I will burn this bitch down with both of us in it.
You better pull your pants down, Sam.
Let me see. - Why would I do that?
- Sam...if you smell like that bitch...
- You have gotta be kidding me.
- Then what were you doing?
What were you doing, huh? - I was--
- Uh-uh, uh-uh. Answer me. Uh-uh.
You're taking way too long. Sam, what were you doing?
- [stutters]
- [sighs] I can smell her on you.
I can smell...her on you.
- Baby, I didn't do anything.
- Then prove it to me.
Pull your pants down. - Baby, no, no.
- Pull your pants down.
- We will not do this here, okay?
- Oh, you wanna bet? - No, no, no. No.
I need you to calm down. - Stop -- touching me.
- I need you to calm down, baby.
Not here.
- You know what?
You should go to your post. Mm-hmm.
- Baby? - Yeah.
- Baby. - Go to your post, Sam.
- I'm not leaving.
- So you gonna watch me all the time, then?
- Until you calm down, yes.
- I'm going to -- her up.
- Baby, don't say that.
- Do your job. - Priscilla...
- I'm gonna poison him and her. Do your job!
- Priscilla, don't say that! - I just did!
I just threatened POTUS and FLOTUS.
I'm a national security risk, Sam!
Now do your damn job!
- Come back.
- I know you are not talking on your mic right now.
- Where is he?
Yes, I'm in the residence kitchen. Yes.
What?
- Sam! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Don't you leave. - Look, I have to, okay?
- Sam, I mean it! - [mouths] Stop it.
- [sobs, gasps]
- Ms. Laura?
- Ms. Laura, are you okay?
- Ms. Laura. Baby, get her a chair to sit on.
Ms. Laura, are you okay?
- [yelps]
- Are you okay? Ms. Laura?
Oh, shit. Ms. Laura, are you okay?
- This is Sam. We need a medic.
- Ms. Laura-- - It's okay, Ms. Laura.
- What the hell is going on with all this screaming?
- ♪
- LAURA: [pants, whimpers]
- ♪
♪ Feels like I'm running out of time ♪
♪
♪ You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine ♪
♪
♪ I'm not really sure where we're headed to ♪
♪
♪ I just hope that you make it when I do ♪♪
- Whoo.
That is quite sad.
Mm.
Is something wrong, dear?
- No, ma'am. My, uh--
my wife is fine.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- I was speaking... to her.
- Priscilla?
- You're in your negligee quite early in the day, ma'am.
- Yes, I just had an incredibly hot bath.
Forgive me.
Heard all of the screaming and, well, I was...concerned.
- I see.
Sam, isn't there something that you need to be doing?
- I'll say.
- No, I'm fine here.
- No, Sam, go on.
I feel so uncomfortable with you standing here
and I'm...dressed like this.
- Well, ma'am, I, uh... - Yes, Sam.
You heard her.
- SAM: Well, I think-- - You should leave.
- Well-- - Leave.
I think the two of us need to have a little girl talk.
- Mm.
- Well, ma'am, I--I think it's best that I stay.
- Why is that?
Is there some threat here that I'm not aware of?
- Yes, ma'am. - Hm.
And who's that?
- SAM: There's some activity outside the gates
on the south lawn that we're concerned about, ma'am.
- Hm.
Are you sure it's at the south lawn...
and not in the residence kitchen?
- Yes.
I'm sure, ma'am.
- Okay, I see.
Well, perhaps I should get dressed.
- Yes, ma'am. I...
I think that'll be a good idea.
- I'll have tea in the great hall, please.
- Yes, ma'am.
Right away.
- Where are we going?
- I told you, to the country house.
- You know what? - I know a lot of whats.
- Why is Victoria so afraid of you?
- Well, darling, she is smart, unlike you.
- [scoffs] You're a person. What could you do to me?
- I could make your life quite the difficult one.
- Yeah, well, no more than it already is.
- Ah, darling, you have no idea.
- You are really, really creepy.
- Mm. And you are really disrespectful.
- [chuckles]
Yeah, well, I get that way when I'm being disrespected.
- Oh, pray tell, how is that?
- The hell do you mean?
- Language.
- What the hell do you mean?
- Okay.
- I'm being forced to live in that prison.
- Prison? - Yeah.
- MAUDE: [chuckles] Darling...
I will show you prison.
- Why?
What are you gonna do?
You're gonna like torture me or something?
- Yes, I may very well do that.
- Oh!
Go on, please tell me how you're gonna do that.
- You want details? - Yes.
- [laughs] Okay. I'll tell you.
Since you are so disrespectful,
when this plane lands,
I have given them clear instructions
on what to do with you.
- Yeah, okay.
- You want prison?
I will show you prison.
You want heartache?
Honey, by the time I'm finished with you,
you will begging me to please have mercy on you.
[chuckles]
I know how to deal with your type.
This rebellion...
I know very well how to deal with you.
- Okay. We'll see about that.
- Yes, we will.
And you think that little recorder is going to save you?
- What recording?
- Darling, I know that you're recording me, dear.
Go right ahead.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- MAUDE: Okay, very well then.
I will get you in line.
- I don't need to be gotten in line.
That loser in the bathroom -- ?
That's who you need to get in line.
- Is that what he's doing?
- Well, he's been in there quite a long time.
What else do you think?
- Very well.
- How much longer are we gonna be on this plane?
- Um...a-about three more hours.
- [sighs] This is so lame.
- NANCY: Good Lord, I'm dropping all my stuff.
- [metal clanking]
- Really?
You're gonna try to stay here, huh?
- Yes, I am.
This is my house too.
- Get out. - I'm not leaving.
- I said...get out.
- What are you gonna do? Drag me out?
- Nancy...
- You are not that kind of man.
- It's sad that you think you know the kind of man I am.
- Sad? Why is it sad?
- Because I didn't know the kind of woman you are.
- Richard-- - No, no, no, don't--don't--
don't "Richard" me.
I was out there fighting in the war.
And the only thing that kept me going was knowing
that you were here waiting for me.
- I'm sorry.
- And you...were pregnant.
- It was a mistake.
- You was with some other man.
- Richard, I wasn't.
It was one time, and I felt like hell.
- Who was it?
- I'm not gonna tell you that.
- Okay.
Then get out.
- I'm--I'm cooking for you.
- Damn it.
- Well, you need to eat dinner.
- I need you to leave!
- And I need to take care of you!
- You need to leave! - Richard! Richard!
You're gonna hurt yourself!
- Why are you not hearing me?
- I am not leaving my house!
- You wanna bet?
- I'm sorry.
I don't know how many ways I can say that I'm sorry!
- I don't care how many ways.
You'll never be sorry enough for me!
- ♪
- Then go on.
Go on and punish me.
But I'm gonna stay right here!
I'mma keep on loving you.
- ♪
- Okay.
- I'm sorry.
- I, uh...
I canceled all of your credit cards.
- ♪
- Okay, that's--that's fine.
- And I took every damn dime out of the bank.
- Okay.
That's fine too.
- I know you wrote a check to that funeral home.
- Oh, Richard.
- It's gonna bounce.
- Richard, you are not this man.
- You don't know the man I am
like I didn't know the liar you are.
- They are not gonna bury him without that money!
- Get it from his daddy.
- Richard! - You heard me!
- [birds chirping]
- [door creaking]
- ♪
- [sighs]
Look, um, I know it's not much, but...
- I like it.
- You do? - Yeah.
- Okay, um...sorry it isn't OAC, but...
- No, it's okay.
- Okay.
- Are you, um--are you sure we weren't followed?
- I'm sure, Lilly.
- And no one knows I'm here, right?
- Nobody knows, okay? You have the Tracfone.
We got rid of the last one. - Okay.
- There's no way anyone can know we're here.
- You're right. - All right?
- Yeah. - You seem nervous.
Do you want to sit down? - No, I'm just, um...
I'm, um...I'm just...
- Say it, Lilly. - Um...
I'm trusting you a lot.
- Lilly, I got you, all right?
You're safe, okay?
- Thank you. - No problem.
- [chair creaking]
- ♪
- What do we do now?
- What do you mean?
- ♪
- Well...
We can't stay here forever.
- Well, I was hoping we could.
- Okay, Bobby...
I have a career, all right?
- I know, I know.
Let's just...figure this out one day at a time.
- Okay, look. That sounds nice in theory, but--
- No buts.
We wanna stay 15 steps ahead, all right?
It's okay not to have all the answers at once.
- You're right.
- And besides, I know this isn't the glamorous accommodations
you're used to, but--
- [snorts, laughs]
Boy, you don't know me.
- I have a feeling you haven't been in a situation like this
in a while.
- Bobby, baby, I grew up in Watts, remember?
- Wanna let me finish? - Go ahead.
- I mean a situation like this since you were young.
- Excuse me? - Like a kid young, and...
- All right, well, look, I've gone out camping before.
Plenty of times. - Okay.
Well, let's consider this a camping trip.
- Well, let's just hope I'm not being hunted.
- Lilly, nothing is gonna happen to you.
- Yeah, how can you be so sure, huh?
- Because I'm always ten steps ahead of him.
- You know, he said if I file for a divorce,
he would make sure to erase me. - Lilly, nothing is gonna happen
to you, okay? Just don't worry about that.
You're safe. I promise.
- ♪
- We'll talk when we get home.
- ♪
- REPORTER LISA LOGAN: The two shooting victims
have been identified as Secret Service agents.
A male agent has survived and is in the hospital.
We're trying to find out as much information as we can.
The shooting happened here at this store
right outside of the capital city.
We were told by neighbors that First Lady Victoria Franklin
has shopped here at one occasion.
Word on the street is there was a love triangle
going on between the three--
- You wanted to see me, Mr. President?
- [indistinct reporting continues]
- You take care of that?
- Yes, sir, I did.
- What's the press saying?
- That your new girl tried to manage it.
- Good. What did she do?
- Well, she...gave up her medical records.
Said that she was on antidepressants
and uses illegal drugs.
Diane went low, but your girl Ellie,
ooh, she went much lower.
- Nice. I like it.
- You see, I'm not so sure about that, sir,
because Diane can be very vicious.
- Well...as I've said, she's your problem.
You brought her here.
- Yes, sir, that's because she's really good at what she does.
- Ellie's very good at what she does.
- I'm talking about the job at hand, sir.
- I'm talking about blow jobs, Donald.
Blow jobs.
- I know exactly what you're talking about, sir.
- You gotta stay on top of this, Donald.
- [indistinct reporting continues]
- [switches off TV]
- Look, it's all over social.
- Oh...well, she is who you wanted, right, sir?
- Are you -- kidding me right now?
- No, not at all, sir.
- This bitch is your problem.
You're the one who hired her.
- I'm sorry, which bitch is that exactly, sir?
- Oh, are you being cute, Donald?
- No, sir, not at-- - Are you being cute?
Say "sir" again. Say it again.
Be -- cute again. I swear, Donald, this time,
I will fire you and, uh...
-- me.
- [sighing]
- I am so pissed at the two of you.
- Well, you're always pissed about something.
- Yeah, because of you.
God, you are so damn stupid.
- [sighs] What is it? - You know what?
I will leave you two lovebirds alone.
- No, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
So who were the agents?
- Excuse me, ma'am?
- Who were the agents who were at that tramp's store?
- Ma'am, I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.
- You really wanna play me as small
as that thing you call a penis, do you?
- Just tell her, Donald, before she bites it off.
She did that to me once.
She called it head.
- Tell me.
- Agent Yuma and Agent Max were having an affair with her.
They got into a shootout with each other at her store.
- Oh my god.
You've got to be kidding me.
- No, ma'am, I'm not.
- And what idiot do you expect to believe that?
- You know what, ma'am? We'll get it done.
- No, you--you--you--
- Victoria! - What?
- It was working.
- You two are such -- .
What happens when Max starts talking, hm?
- How's he going to do that when he's dead?
- Um, he's not dead.
- What?
- He's in a hospital.
He survived. - Donald--
- Sir, that's not possible, okay?
- And these are the people you trust?
- We have a firsthand witness account that he was dead.
- Really? - Yes.
- Where did you hear this?
- On the news.
- You trust those hacks over our Secret Service?
- Look, Max is alive.
And when he starts talking, there's gonna be a problem.
- Okay, just--just--just--just--just--
Donald? - DONALD: Do you know what, sir?
- Will you go get Kyle?
- Sir, I'll take care of it right now.
- Yeah, get Kyle right now. - Yes, sir.
- [sighing]
- Wow.
- Just go upstairs.
- I always knew you were cold-blooded.
But that man has been with us for eight years.
- Who's that? - Yeah, okay.
- Why? You wanna -- him too?
- Too?
- I heard you have a thing for a man in a suit.
- Oh, no, dear.
I have a thing for a man, period.
One who doesn't have everything handed to him because he's you.
I can't believe you care nothing for him.
- It was a business decision.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Where are you goin'?
- Um...I just gotta go home.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm--I'm just, um--
I'm just not feeling well.
- Here, let me drive you.
- No, no, I'm--I'm okay.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.
- [sighs] Well, I'm just glad you're alive.
I might not be too much longer.
- Well, what do you mean?
- You didn't hear?
- Hear what?
- I went into the press room and I told it all.
- What did you talk about? - All of it.
Him giving that whore my job and--
- Okay, what whore?
- Listen, I--I really shouldn't talk about this here.
- Okay.
- What do you know about these two agents?
Their names are Max and Yuma.
- What about them?
- What do you know about them?
- I mean, they're good people.
- Was she?
- What do you mean, was she?
- She was killed.
- Yuma? - Yeah.
And Max is in the hospital. - What?
- Yeah, I--I have to get there and see him
before they end my clearance.
- Okay, Diane, what--what is going on?
- Look, I'm onto something.
And you and Sam are the only ones I can trust.
- What is it?
- I'll tell you everything, but not here.
But if something happens to me--
- Okay, stop.
- ♪
- What do you mean if something happens to you?
- Cilla, not here. Okay?
I need to come to your house.
- Okay, well, I'm on my way there now.
- Okay.
I'm gonna head to the hospital
and try to throw my weight around a bit
before everybody finds out
that I'm as good as dead in this town.
- ♪
- All right, well, I'll see you at my house.
- Okay.
- ♪
- RUTH: Help! Help me! - BARRY: Come on! No!
You are coming over there-- - RUTH: Help! Help me!
- OFFICER HERNDON: What is going on?
Hey, hey! - He kidnapped me!
- That is not--I didn't-- that is not true.
- Okay, just leave her alone. Let her talk.
- Help me. - She took my daughter.
- What? - She is my daughter.
- No, she is my daughter. I have custody.
- I have custody. - Why are you lying right now?
- Everybody, just calm down. Just calm down.
- No, man, lock her up! - Hey!
Do you wanna go to jail? - Yes. Take him to jail.
- Ruth, I swear to god, you better--
- Okay, that's it. Hands behind your back.
- Whoa! For what, man?
- You're about to get arrested for resisting arrest.
- Okay, okay! - You're gonna calm down?
- Yes, I'm calm.
- Now, tell me what's going on?
- He took me, and grabbed me, and forced me--
- Stop lying. - Hey, hey, hey!
I was talking to her.
- He grabbed me and forced me into his car--
- That is not true. Stop lying! - Hey! Hey!
What did I say?
- He forced me against my will. That is kidnapping.
- No, kidnapping is what you did to Callie!
- You have to arrest him.
- Did you force her to come here?
Did you-- - She took my daughter!
- --force her to come here?
- Yes, because I need information on my daughter!
- That is kidnapping. - No, how is that kidnapping
when I have custody and she took her?
- I want him arrested. - No!
You need to be arrested. - I want to press charges.
- What the hell are you gonna press--
- All right, hands behind your back.
- Are you serious right now?
How are you gonna press charges for bringing you
here, and you the one took her, huh?
- I'm pressing charges.
- What the hell you gonna press charges for, Ruth?
Ruth, where's Callie at? Tell--
Don't--come on, man! You really arresting me right now?
- Right now! - Yo!
- Let's go! - Ruth--she did it!
Stop! How you-- She took my daughter!
- Thanks. Come again.
- Sharon? Sharon?
Wait--wait a second, Sharon.
You see all these upgrades we're getting
with the insurance payout?
It's incredible. You don't stop me,
I'mma end up spending all the money in one day.
Hold on a second, Sharon, listen.
- I can't do drama today.
- All right, I mean, you're kind of doing drama every day
with Barry, that's kind of his MO.
- Don't start.
- Okay.
I just wanna say I'm sorry for...being such an asshole.
- Okay, I'll put that in my pocket with all the other sorrys
I don't give a damn about.
- Fair enough. - Yeah.
- I was just...upset about all of this.
- We all are.
- And about you being with him.
- I hear you. Thank you.
Now, you wanna go...do some work?
- But I started to think...
why would she stay with him?
- Because I love him? - No, no, no.
Because--'cause it hit me, Sharon, um...
Are you okay?
- What do you mean?
- I mean you've been sitting down a lot.
- Yeah, I'm just tired of all this shit.
- Well, how tired?
- What do you mean? I'm tired.
- Are you sleeping at night? You know what I mean.
- No, Kareem, I don't know what you mean.
You're acting like I'm up all night.
- No, I'm just--
Are you having trouble sleeping? - I sleep fine.
- Why are you being so defensive?
- Why are you asking me about how I'm sleeping?
- Okay, uh, you know I've been working here since I was a kid,
right? - Mm-hmm.
- And I've seen this with lots of women.
They come in here,
and they all end up in the middle of aisle three.
- Aisle three?
- I'll pay for it if you want to take it.
- Wait, hold up, wait. You--you think I'm pregnant?
- Why else would you be with him?
- I'm not.
You need to stop, all right?
Why would you think that in the first place?
- Other than the bathroom breaks every five seconds?
Sitting down constantly?
Almost fainting?
- I'm--I'm not pregnant.
- I hope not.
- Oh, well, don't worry.
If I was, it's no way it's yours.
- I just meant I hope it's not his.
- Well, it couldn't be yours.
Not enough time has passed, all right?
- Sharon, if you are, it's gonna--it's gonna make me crazy.
I only want you to have a kid with me.
- You have a kid.
- Not with the woman I love.
- [scoffs]
- I wanna have a child with you, Sharon.
- Oh, okay, look, um, let's not do this today.
As a matter of fact, I think you need to hire someone else.
- [laughs] You gonna quit?
- No, I'm not going to quit.
But I think that you should so we don't have to do this.
We don't have to work this close together.
- You serious?
- Very serious.
- All right, fine, I'll--I'll put an ad up.
- Thank you.
- A matter of fact, we'll start right now.
I'll just stay back there. You...deal with up front.
- I have to finish helping you with the prescriptions.
- No, it's fine. I got it.
- All right, now you're just being an ass.
- Well, your head is up yours, so what's it matter now?
- I'll-- - Yup.
- --be up front. - Yup.
- ♪
- Oh god.
[sighs] Oh god, I hope you're wrong.
- ♪
- [crickets chirping]
- It's the White House line.
- Who is it?
- Hello?
- DIANE: Bobby?
- Diane? - Yeah.
- Why are you calling me?
- Did you read the article I sent you?
- Yeah, I read it.
- DIANE: Okay, so you know that I'm out of there.
- What is it?
- I have an agent that I need to get to safety.
- BOBBY: What are you talking about?
- He's the one witness that can bring down
this entire administration.
- What?
- DIANE: Look, I'll tell you everything later.
Right now I just need to get him out of the hospital
into a safe place.
Where's Potts?
- BOBBY: He's around.
- So can you help me?
- Is this real? - DIANE: Yes.
- Okay.
Then I'll need your help too.
- Great.
You help me, and I will give you anything you need.
- Done.
- Meet me at St. Rhodes Hospital.
- I'm on the way.
[sighs]
- Bobby, what was that about?
- It's an ally.
- Okay, well, what's going on?
- She just needs some help, Lilly.
- She? - Lilly.
- Look, I'm sorry, all right?
- Look, I need to help Diane, all right?
She may have some information to make this make sense.
- Bobby, I, um--
I need to tell you something.
- What? - You know what? Never mind.
Just, um-- - Lilly, tell me.
- Just go. - Tell me.
- I overheard something that I think is really bad.
- What? - Bobby, can I trust you?
- We've been over that. - All right.
- ♪
- I heard that the president killed someone.
- What? - Yeah.
- You're in more danger than I thought.
- You think so? - Yeah.
See, first I thought it was about Kyle and--and the divorce.
But I had no idea you heard it.
[sighs]
- ♪
- Take this.
I know you know how to use it.
Nobody knows we're here.
So if anybody comes through that door that isn't me,
you shoot first.
You got me? - All right.
- You have an agent here I need to see.
His name is Max Carter.
- And who are you? - Someone important.
- Are you family? - No, I'm with the White House.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- How is he? - Oh, he's stable.
- Is he gonna make it? - Looks that way.
- Is he able to speak?
- Yes, he is, but, uh,
he's gonna be in and out of consciousness.
- Hm. Do you mind if I try speaking to him?
- Sure.
Right this way. - Thank you.
- You know, he is one hell of a fighter.
- Is that so? - Yes.
- Was he wearing a vest? - Yes.
- Well, where is it? - We have it.
The rounds hit center mass.
- Wow, how is he even alive?
- He had a metal plate on his chest.
- Under his vest? - Yeah.
- It sounds like he knew what he was walking into.
- Although the bullets didn't get through,
metal from the plate went through.
- How much danger is he in?
- He's stable, but we had to remove fragments of metal
from his chest in surgery.
We were able to get most of it. But some of the fragments
were just centimeters from his vital organs.
- Mm. Thank you. - Sure.
- Where is he? - He's right in here.
- Is there no one at his door?
- Uh, what do you mean?
- Security agents?
- No, ma'am. - [scoffs] Wow.
- Should we have security on him?
- Yes, you should.
- Are we in some form of danger here?
- Would you mind just doing it, please?
- Sure. - Thank you.
- He's right in there.
- Thank you.
- ♪
- Max, can you hear me?
Max, my name is Diane Wilmont.
I'm here to help you.
Can you hear me?
I know you weren't having an affair with that girl.
I know the president was with her,
and they are completely trying to use you
as a cover story.
But, Max, they had no idea that you were gonna survive this.
That's why I've gotta get you out of here.
Max, if you can hear me, I need you to trust me.
- ♪
- You were in there a long time.
- I'm constipated.
- Don't be disgusting.
- Well, it took a long time.
- Sure it did, Jason.
If I go into that bathroom and find any sign
that you have been doing something perverted...
you're gonna be in big trouble.
- I wasn't doing anything perverted.
My stomach's in knots.
- Why?
Are you nervous about something?
- No.
- What is it?
Tell me, what?
- I said nothing's going on.
I'm fine.
- Okay.
Suit yourself.
Lie to me.
- I'm not lying.
- ♪
- I need to go back.
- That's not happening.
- I need to clean my room.
- Clean your room?
Jason, darling...you don't look the type.
- Grandma...
- What is it, son?
Speak.
- You won't understand.
- I won't and I don't unless you tell me.
- Well...they clean my room every day, okay?
I left something in there that I--
- Oh, Jason!
Whatever you left in that room, darling,
we will have plenty of at the cabin.
- Look, I said...
I need to go back.
- Sit down, boy.
- No, you're not listening to me.
- And you are not listening either.
- I'll open that emergency window.
- Jason.
- I'll kill us all.
- You sit down now.
- Look, demons do tremble.
- What are you talking about?
- You scared of me?
- Darling, I'm not afraid of you.
- Turn this plane around.
- They won't.
Now you listen to me.
You are not going back.
[sighs]
- How long will I be here?
- Ah!
As long as it takes.
- You better take me back.
- Jason, now...
You have a problem.
And I have the doctor to help you.
- No-- - No, no, no!
You have a very serious problem.
You're in need of some serious therapy.
- No, what I need is to go back home.
- And you think threatening to open that door is--
are you stupid?
- Stupid?
- Put your seatbelt on.
I swear, your mother was on something
when she was pregnant with you.
This is horrible.
Just horrible!
[sighs]
- You know, Grandma...
if there's an emergency on board, we'll have to land.
- Darling, we don't have an emergency, now, do we?
- Yes, we do.
How are you feeling, Grandma?
- Jason...
- You stupid bitch.
- Jason! - You're a bitch.
She was sweet and beautiful.
And I killed her.
But you should've died.
- Jason, what are you talking about?
- She was so pretty.
I killed her, and I put her under my bed.
But it should've been you.
- Who's under your bed?
- [sighs]
The maid. - That's it!
That's enough out of you!
[sighs] Jesus.
As soon as this plane lands,
you're going to the doctor and you're going to be committed.
This is insane.
Fasten your seatbelt.
- ♪
- [yelps]
- That is a lie.
If I go down, I am taking everyone down with me.
- I'll need a new detail leader. And I want that to be you.
- Can I get back to you about that?
- Did you get it done? - No. He was moved.
- Man, who is that?
- What is your plan, Ms. Press Secretary?
- Diane, this is a mess, okay?
You've opened up a can of worms here.
- Well, that's exactly what I intended to do.
- I'm sorry!
- Get out of this damn house!
- ♪