- I need to go back. - Sit down, boy.
- HUNTER: Previously on "The Oval"--
- VICTORIA: Is something wrong, dear?
- You was with some other man.
- It was a mistake. - Who was it?
- RUTH: He forced me against my will.
I am pressing charges. - Ruth, where's Callie at?
- I have an agent that I need to get to safety.
He's the one witness that can bring down
this entire administration.
- This bitch is your problem. You're the one who hired her.
- How are you feeling, Grandma? You stupid bitch.
- Jason!
- [yelps, struggles to breathe]
- Shh! Shh! Shh!
- [yelps, chokes]
- ♪
♪
- JASON: [pants]
You are so mean.
- ♪
- Hi.
Everything okay?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Do you need anything? - JASON: Oh, no.
But, um, I--I think my--my grandmother does.
- Oh, what does she need?
- She's a bit...cold.
- Oh, well, I'll get her a blanket.
You know what's strange? - What's that?
- She never sleeps on these flights.
She must be exhausted.
- Yeah, you know, I'm sure she was.
- Well, if she wakes up-- - Well, I doubt it.
- Well, if she does, will you please let her know
that there's weather at our destination,
so we may be in a holding pattern for a bit?
- Really? How long?
- The captain will let us know.
- How far is this from DC?
- FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Oh, three hours.
- No, no, no, I mean, uh...
I mean, to drive?
- Oh...that could take about 12 hours or longer.
- Okay. Thank you.
- Sure.
Can I get you anything?
- No. - Okay.
- ♪
- She is cold.
I'll have the pilot adjust the temperature.
- What happens if there's an emergency on board?
- Oh, you don't have to worry about that.
- No, but didn't you say to--to pull that lever
and push that window out on the way--
- FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Well, you-- - Isn't that what you said?
- Yes, those are the instructions.
But I'm sure you won't be needing that today.
You're in very capable hands.
- Am I? - Of course.
The pilot on this plane has been with your family for years.
Your safety is our top priority.
- So is mine.
- ♪
- MAN: Ladies and gentlemen, the president and first lady.
- ♪ It 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 ♪♪
- ♪
- You wanted to see me, Mr. President?
- Yeah. What the hell's going on?
- Well, I'm just--I'm just waiting for Kyle right now.
- Well, where the hell is he? - Sir, he is on his way, okay?
He's on some sort of emergency right now, but he's on the--
- Call him and find out where he is.
- Actually, sir, you know what?
We should probably speak with him in private about this one.
- Call him right now and find out where the -- he is.
- Yes, sir.
- On speaker!
- Sir?
- Call him on speaker.
- DONALD: Yes, sir.
- [phone rings]
- KYLE: Lover? - No, no, Kyle.
This is, uh--this is Donald. I'm with the president.
- KYLE: Oh, I'm sorry, sir.
- Uh, where are you?
- KYLE: Walking to you, sir.
- DONALD: You're in the White House?
- KYLE: Yes, sir. - Okay.
- ♪
- He's on his way, sir.
- Yeah, yeah, I heard, lover.
- Yeah, sir, he probably just saw the wrong number.
I'm not sure what that was.
- Do you know how embarrassing this is?
- DONALD: Sir?
- No, do--do you know how embarrassing it is...
that wicked witch that I am married to told me you guys
would eff this up. - DONALD: Sir--
- And you guys have -- this up so royally.
- Sir, I will manage it.
- I don't want it managed, Donald.
I want it to go away for good.
- Yes, sir.
- [sighs]
- [knock on door]
- Great, go get the door.
- ♪
- Come on in.
- [door shuts]
- You. - Sir?
- We got a problem.
- Tell me about it, sir. - Yeah, Max is alive.
- Sir, there's no way. I put two center mass.
- Was he wearing a vest, Kyle?
- Yes, sir, he was, but I had the armor-piercing rounds.
I was sure of it. Saw the blood.
- Then why the hell is he still alive?
- I don't know, sir.
- "I don't know, sir."
That's--that's where we're at, Donald?
"I don't know why Max is still alive."
You guys-- - DONALD: Okay, sir--
- No, you listen to me.
Do you know what this will do to this administration?
If I go down, I am taking everyone,
including you two idiots, down with me.
Do you understand that?
- Sir, you're not going down, okay?
You're not, okay? Just--just--just calm down.
- We'll get it handled, sir.
- I don't want it handled, Kyle. I really don't want it handled.
I don't want to be told it's handled.
I want it gone. I want it to go the -- away.
I never wanna hear about it again.
Is that clear?
- Crystal clear, sir. - Great.
- Kyle, he's in St. Rhodes Hospital.
Get on it, and get on it right now, okay?
- Yes, sir.
- ♪
- Sir, vodka or bourbon?
- Both.
- [crickets chirping]
- ♪
- [sighs]
- You gonna eat dinner?
Be mad and eat, but you gotta get better.
Here! It's your favorite.
Ah...
Okay. Okay.
- S-sit. - I need to clean this up.
- I said sit.
- ♪
- Now...the way I see it,
Picky's birthday was in--in September.
So I--so I can see that he was--he was...
conceived...
around December...
January.
These--these are the letters
you sent me around that time.
- Richard--
- I was getting a letter every week...
until these three weeks here.
- Don't do this.
- You see, this is probably around the time
all this was happening.
- Please stop-- - So...
- ♪
- Then I see this right here.
- How can I get you not to do this?
- Read it. Read it.
- Richard, I can't-- - Just read the damn letter!
- ♪
- "Hi. I love you and I miss you."
- Not that part. Top of paragraph two.
- ♪
- "I was," um, "at your mother's house for Sunday dinner,
"and your brother stopped by.
He seemed to be doing very well."
- Go on.
- "We talked for a while."
- Read it.
- "And he seemed to be doing much better.
And he looks..."
- Say it.
- "He looks good. Made me miss you even more."
- When I came home,
he wouldn't even look at me.
Does my mother know?
- I--I don't know.
I don't know what you're talking about.
- [gasps]
[sighs]
You know Frida?
She's one of the, uh, staff members at the White House.
- Richard...
- Oh, I can't wait to get back to work.
- Don't you say that to me.
- She has been flirting with me for years.
- I'm not--I'm not even listening to this.
- I never gave her the time of day.
- Because it's not the kind of man you are.
- Until now. - Richard...
- Get out.
- I'm sorry!
- Get out of this damn house!
- ♪
- [sighs]
- [crickets chirping]
- ♪
- [door opens]
- ♪
- You called for me, ma'am? - Yes.
- Is there something I can do for you?
- Where's your wife?
- She left for the day.
- Is anything wrong? - No.
It was her scheduled time off.
- [laughs] You lie well.
- Is there something you need, ma'am?
- Yes. I, um...
I wanted to apologize to you for the way I behaved earlier.
- I'm not sure what you mean.
- You don't remember my bathroom?
- Ma'am...
that's not something that you need to mention.
I understand your point of view,
and I want you to understand mine.
I'm happily married.
And that cannot nor will it happen again.
- I understand.
- Then you understand. Will that be all?
- With the death of Agent Yuma, I'll need a new detail leader.
And...I want that to be you.
- Death of Agent--
- Sam, you didn't know.
- Know what, ma'am?
- She and Max were in a shootout.
Apparently they were in love with the same woman.
Now he's in intensive care
on the verge of death at any moment.
- When did this happen?
- Oh, you really ought to do a better job of
keeping up with your agents.
- Will that be all, ma'am?
- Yes, so long as you know you'll be my new guy.
- New guy?
- Over my security.
- Can I get back to you about that?
- Uh...worried about the wife?
- Ma'am...
my wife will have no feelings about that because she knows
that there's nothing to fear.
- Mm. So there.
- I'm a faithful man.
- Who got hard as hell for Ms. Victoria.
- Have a good evening, ma'am.
- Yes, sir, my new detail leader.
- With all due respect, ma'am, I need to give that some thought.
- Hm. You do that.
- [footsteps]
- You do that.
- ♪
- How long are we gonna be on this damn plane?
Hello? Snap out of it, loser!
Jason! - What?
- What the hell is wrong with you?
You know what? Never mind.
You know what? Don't even answer that question.
That's very loaded.
- Give it a rest.
- I would, but I'm stuck on this damn plane.
- Gayle, just...
- You know what I was thinking about?
- I don't care.
- Jean.
- What?
- Jean, the maid.
- Yeah, why were you thinking about her?
- Because I was thinking we could blackmail her
into picking us up and taking us back.
- That's a long way. - GAYLE: I don't care.
All those things she said about Mom?
She needs this job. - Gayle, stop it.
- GAYLE: No, seriously.
Her pathetic little apartment, you should've seen it.
- She won't do it.
- She's gonna do it, trust me. I know she will.
- No, she won't.
- Matter of fact, is there a phone on this plane?
'Cause I could call her right now.
- Gayle, stop it. She's not gonna take your call.
- Okay, shh! - JASON: Okay, then stop saying
that you're gonna call Jean, okay? She won't do it.
- GAYLE: Okay! - All right?
She won't do it, I'm telling you.
- Okay, fine!
We need to figure something out.
- You know, you're the reason why all this happened.
We're in so much trouble.
- Jason...I'm not in any trouble.
- I needed to stay at the White House.
- For what? Why do you wanna stay there?
- You just don't get it.
- You know what? Okay, fine.
I'm gonna lay back down, think of another plan.
She sleeps hard.
- ♪
- Hey, we need to talk.
- I'm--I'm busy right now. I can't--
- We need to talk now! - Allan!
The phones are ringing off the hook. I--
- You think I care about these phones right now?
- That's a little unfair.
- You need to tell me what's going on, Ellie, all right?
Are you having an affair with him?
- No.
- So why did she say it? - You saw,
she's crazy, Allan.
She's just bitter because I have the job, okay?
Come on. - She's bitter?
That's what you're gonna tell me right now?
- Allan...
We went to the same school.
You know I can do this job, okay?
Come on. - Okay.
This is wrong, Ellie. And you know it.
- Can we please just talk about this when I get home?
- What time are you gonna be home?
- Um, I don't--how am I supposed to know that?
- Ellie. - Allan.
I have to take this call. - [phone rings]
- Can you please leave?
Please?
- [phone rings]
- [sighs]
- Hi.
No, that is not true.
I'll send you the proof.
Okay, well, we have the facts, Jeffrey.
Do the facts matter? Yeah, I get that.
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Allan. Allan...
- [clears throat]
- What are you doing here? - Ah, I was just, um--
- The day's over, Allan. Go home.
- Yes, sir.
- ♪
- [laughs]
You are the belle of the ball, aren't you?
- Excuse me?
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I see the tears coming. Here you go. Hm?
This job too overwhelming for you?
- I can handle the job, thank you.
- See, that's what happens when you sleep your way to a play
that your talents aren't quite ready to take you.
- I have a degree. I didn't sleep my way--
- Who the hell do you think you're talking to, huh?
Hm? - I'm sorry, sir.
- You know what?
You--you should've been, like, a basketball wife or something,
'cause all you'll ever really be able to do is marry well.
- Marry well. - Yeah.
- Like you did, sir?
- ♪
- Marry well, I mean.
- That's my last time telling you to shut up.
See, when you gonna understand that you can't learn anything
with that pretty little mouth of yours open?
- This conversation is over. - I am your boss.
I don't care if you are -- the president of the United States.
Now, do you want my help or do you wanna drown in this?
- I told you, I-- - Think first!
Help, drown. Help, drown.
- ♪
- Gosh. You know what?
- DONALD: What? - You're right.
I really, really do need your help.
There's just one thing. - Yeah?
- It will not be Diane.
- [laughs]
- Guess what? You are funny.
You're--you're funny. No, no, no, no.
[laughs]
You don't get to choose where your help comes from.
Now do me a favor and get the hell out of here.
- It's my office. - It's my office now.
- ♪
- You know...
Thank you.
- ♪
- [door opens and shuts]
- She's good.
- ♪
- [crickets chirping]
- ♪
- Here we go.
- [phone rings]
- Who is this? - This is Donald.
- DIANE: Donald-- - Listen, listen, listen.
- No, you listen!
Do not call my phone with the intention of threatening me.
- Diane, stop it.
I would never call and threaten you.
- Then why did you call?
- Look, Diane, you wanted to talk to me or else you wouldn't
have picked up this phone, right?
- What is it then?
- Diane, I know you're recording me.
[under breath] Stupid.
- Good. Then you should be very careful
about what you say to me.
- Listen, Diane, this is a mess, okay?
You've opened up a can of worms here.
- Well, that's exactly what I intended to do.
- Is it? - Yes, it is.
Let that little bitch he's sleeping with deal with it.
- Okay, Diane, look, we need you.
- I know you do. Like you said, it's a mess.
- Yes, it is, and you are the only one that can fix this.
- You think I trust you? - You've got every right not to.
- Yeah, you got that right.
- Look, Diane, would you just come back to the White House
and help us fix this, huh?
- Donald, are you calling to beg?
- Yes, yes, I am calling to beg
because this little girl has no clue, trust me.
- Well, she may not have a clue,
but apparently she gives a really good blow job.
- Diane, would you just come back and help me, huh?
- You gotta be kidding me, right?
- No, I'm not, because you are the only one
that can turn this thing around.
- I absolutely will not.
- Diane. - Donald, that man--
- Look, Diane, I'll talk to him, okay?
I'll talk to him.
- DIANE: Do you think I'm stupid?
- Actually, Diane, I know that you are a brilliant woman.
- And I know I'm brilliant too.
But, Donald, I'm not doing this bullshit today, okay?
- Dia-Dia-Dia-Diane! Damn.
[sighs, grunts]
[clicks tongue]
- [knock on door]
- Excuse me, sir?
- Allan, I thought I told you to go home.
- Yeah, I was actually hoping I could speak to you for a second.
- Oh, this is a really, really bad time.
- Okay, I'm sorry. I'll leave.
- Allan, what is it?
- I hope I don't lose my job for this, sir.
- Boy, you better talk.
- Ellie and I-- - Ah.
- [clears throat] We've been dating, sir,
for about two years now.
- [chortles]
- We live together, sir.
- Why the hell didn't you say something, Allan?
- I don't--I don't want anyone to know.
I promise you, sir, that this will not affect my job one bit.
- You know what? It's fine, it's fine.
It's fine. Okay?
- But, uh-- - But what?
- Everything that the press secretary said.
- Ah, about her and the president.
- Yeah.
- You know what, Allan? Have a seat. Hm?
- [sighs]
- Listen to me, okay? He's a flirt.
And some believe that he's...handsome
and that he's charming.
But trust me when I tell you your girlfriend is not sleeping
with the president of the United States.
I would know that, right?
- ALLAN: You're right, sir. - Yeah.
- All right, thank you.
- All right. Now go home, Allan.
- ALLAN: I appreciate it. - You've got it.
- ♪
- [door shuts]
- [under breath] Stupid kid.
- [crickets chirping]
- [tense music plays]
♪
- [grunts]
- Man, who is that? - He's an agent.
- Wait, what--what the hell happened to him?
- Lilly, I don't know the full story, all right?
Just help me.
[grunts]
- All right.
- BOBBY: Come and get his head. - All right.
- [grunting]
- You got him? - Yeah, okay just--
- [grunts]
- What the-- He's bleeding, man!
- I know!
- [pants]
- ♪
♪
- LILLY: All right.
You know how to do everything, huh?
- Told you I used to be one of these guys.
- All right. What you want me to do?
- Go in the bathroom and get that bag
and get an IV drip going. And get a hanger to hang it on.
Hurry, Lilly.
- [crinkling from bathroom]
- You hang in there, my friend.
You may have the answers.
[pants]
- ♪
- I need a piece of tape.
- ♪
- Here, put this on him. Go around.
- ♪
- Wow. I learned a lot about you.
- Yeah, well, there's a lot to learn about me.
- Maybe one day you'll tell me everything.
- I will.
- [computer ringing]
- Keep an eye on him for me.
[sighs]
- [computer ringing]
- Yeah? - Did you get him?
- I got him. - Okay, great.
Where should I meet you guys?
- You're being followed. - I'm not being followed.
I just pulled over.
- No, I'm telling you they're tracking you.
This recording's being-- - DIANE: How in the world--
- God damn it, Diane,
I'm telling you they're tracking you, okay?
That cell phone is bouncing off of several towers.
There's only 45 seconds before they're listening.
Now go to the gas station over off of L.
You know the place.
There's a station wagon out back.
Take it, drive north, and I'll call you.
- All right, got it.
- ♪
- [crickets chirping]
- ♪
- Kyle!
- I'm sorry, sir. I'm leaving.
- Did you know about this?
- What is "this"? - Max and Yuma.
- Yes, sir, I just heard about it.
- And why the hell wasn't I told?
- Well, sir, the chief of staff told us
to keep it under the radar.
- Even from me? I run the damn department.
- I'm sorry, sir. This really looks bad.
Now, if you will excuse me.
- Hey, damn it, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Do their wives know? - [sighs]
Yuma and Max's, sir?
- Yes.
- I'm not sure, sir.
- I'll pay them a visit.
- Yes, sir.
- ♪
- What the hell?
- Hey, man, hey!
- Don't "hey" me. - What's up?
- What in the hell are you doing here?
- I saw my baby mother and I brought her here.
- I know that.
And she'll press charges against you.
- Seriously? - Yeah. You know what?
Your head is hard, when will you even learn, kid?
- Learn what? That I can't go after my own daughter?
- Oh, whoa, you think you can find her locked up?
- Look, can you just--
can you just please ask her where she is, okay?
- She gone. - I...what?
- And I can't let you out of here.
- What the--how did y'all let her go, man?
- Hey, hey, shut up!
I'm talking to you.
Now, you got to post bail.
- Okay.
- Hm?
- Can I get a phone call or something, then, man?
- Who are you gonna call?
Your mamma or your daddy?
- I'll just call my girlfriend.
- Your girlfriend? - Yes, I'll call my girlfriend.
- All right.
Call your girlfriend.
- Can I get some privacy?
- There's some other people in here.
You know that, right? - Yeah, whatever, man.
- JAKE: Hurry up. - Thank you.
- JAKE: You're welcome.
- [phone rings]
- SHARON: Hello? - Sharon.
- Barry?
- BARRY: Hey. [clears throat]
Um...
Look, I'm in jail.
- What?
- BARRY: Yeah.
- [sighs] For what?
- I--I ran into Ruth.
- What? Did--did she have Callie?
- BARRY: No, she didn't have Callie.
She wasn't telling me nothing
so I brought her to the police station,
then they arrested me for kidnapping her.
- SHARON: Are you kidding me?
- No, I'm not.
Look, I need--I need you to bail me out, yo.
- With what?
- Sharon, don't do that right now, please.
- SHARON: Don't do what?
- I saw the money that's in my dresser.
- What are you--what are you talking about?
- Can you just get the money and bail me out, please?
- Okay, okay.
I'll go home and get it and come right now.
- BARRY: Okay, thank you.
- Where is it?
- Why are you acting like you don't know right now?
- Baby, what are you talking about?
- Sharon, just get the money
that's under the dresser, please.
- Okay, okay, I'll be right there.
- Thank you.
- Oh my god.
[sighs]
- ♪
- PRISCILLA: You're cheating on me?
[crying] What the -- , Sam?
[cries] Mm-mm, uh-uh,
you gonna have to find somewhere else to stay
'cause it ain't gonna be in here.
[cries, pants]
I can't believe you, Sam.
[pants]
- ♪
♪
- [sighs]
- I am not the kind of woman that will let you cheat on me
with this bullshit! - Priscilla?
- What--what-- what are you doing here?
- I didn't know where else to go.
Can--can I come in?
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, come on.
Come on. Come on in.
Shit.
- You doing some spring cleaning?
- Yup.
- It's not spring.
- Well, some things needed to be cleaned.
- Are those Sam's things?
- So what's going on with you, Nancy?
- Priscilla. - What?
- You always do that.
- What am I doing?
- You never wanna talk about you,
but you always there for everybody else.
- Look, I'm fine.
- Okay.
I got it.
- So what brings you here?
- ♪
- Richard put me out of the house.
- Oh, god.
I'm--I'm sorry, Nancy.
- And he won't even pay for Picky's funeral.
- Oh, come on, Richard.
- Priscilla...can you just--
can you lend me the money?
Just until he comes back to his senses.
Please.
- Yes.
Yes, I can.
- Well, you don't have to check with Sam first?
- Oh, no.
I can just write it off of his account.
- Are you sure? - PRISCILLA: Yeah.
You got a pen?
- Yeah, okay, okay.
Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
Now, how much do you need?
- It's a lot. - Okay. Tell me.
- They say it's gonna be $8,000.
- Really?
Well, this is your son we're talking about, right?
- Yeah.
- Let's make it 20. - But--but--but Priscilla, no.
I--I--I don't need-- - No, no, no, no.
No, I insist.
As a matter of fact, we're going to make it 25.
- Priscilla, you--you sure you don't have to check with Sam?
- Mm-hmm, it's his money, not mine.
- Are you sure?
- Yep.
Now here. - Thank you.
- Take this check.
- ♪
- Thank you so much. - You're welcome.
This is why I'm a signer on his account.
For situations just like this.
- Thank you! - Mm-hmm.
Now listen, listen, listen. Hold up, baby.
Now, you take that to the bank to get the cash first.
Then you take that to the funeral home, okay?
- Okay. - Now, the rest,
you just go to a hotel room, go to the spa.
Girl, you deserve it.
You've been through enough.
- Girl, I just want to hug you!
Wow! Thank you!
- You're welcome. You know we love you, girl.
- I love you.
- ♪
- Bye.
- [crickets chirping]
- You. - Ma'am?
- Come with me.
- Ma'am, I really need to-- - Did you not hear me?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Hi. - Hi.
- We need to move one of your guys.
- What guy is that?
- Maximus Carter.
- Well, he's gone.
- What? - Yes.
- What do you mean he's gone? How did he leave here?
- He was removed by someone from the White House.
- Who? - Her name was Wilmont.
Diane Wilmont.
- Okay, thank you.
- ♪
- [phone rings]
- Did you get it done?
- No. He was moved.
- What? - KYLE: Yeah.
- How, Kyle? How was he moved?
- Diane Wilmont.
- This bitch.
- KYLE: Yeah. What should I do?
- I want you to put the whole weight of this office
into finding him, you hear me?
- And what about her?
- We were tracking her, but we lost her.
I want that bitch brought to me alive, you hear?
- That makes me so happy when you talk like that.
Hm.
- ♪
- You think you a diva, huh?
I'll show you a diva, bitch.
[scoffs]
- ♪
- Yes?
- So, what is your plan,
Ms. Press Secretary?
- You know, I'm really glad you asked,
because I'm very confident that we can spin the story
by offering them something.
- Oh.
Something like what?
- Something like-- - You don't have a clue, do you?
[laughs]
You know that woman you worked for? Diane?
She was an awful bitch, but she was brilliant.
I've seen her handle things
that would've taken former presidents down
because she was the queen of spin.
And while you--
you seem to be the queen of swallowing.
- Mrs. Franklin--
- So here's what you're going to do.
You're gonna go down to that little office,
pack up your little things, and leave this place,
and no one will ever hear you worked here.
- Are you threatening me?
- Yes. Yes, I am.
So that's what you'll do.
- ♪
- [sighs] And if I refuse?
- Then I will have your body cut up into little pieces
and mailed to your mother.
- Ellie, please leave.
- Well, hi, Hunter. How are you?
- Hi.
- She was just telling me about her plan to fix this.
- Mm-hmm. Leave, please.
- Remember what I said.
Dumb bitch.
- Were you done?
- You let me know when you want this handled
and I'll call my father. - No.
- I will call my father, and he will really make this go away.
And maybe even you too.
- Kyle will handle it.
- That's the same one who "took care of it" in the first place.
- ♪
- What the hell is that smell?
- Well, dear-- - Say it and see what happens.
- ♪
- What the hell is that?
Ugh.
- ♪
- Yes, I need housekeeping up here right away.
There's a terrible odor coming from somewhere.
Come now, please.
Oh, what is that?
- ♪
- What the hell is--
[gasps] Oh! God!
Oh!
[pants] Oh my...
- ♪
- Why are we circling? - I'm sorry, we've been holding.
There's weather. We will be landing shortly.
- Look, my grandmother is a bit cold.
She could use another blanket. - Oh yes, right away.
- ♪
- [air hissing]
- GAYLE: Jason!
What the hell?
[pants, squeals]
- SAM: Next on "The Oval"--
- Hunter? We have a problem.
- Where did you get it? - Sharon, that's not my money.
It's yours.
- There are some things you just don't wanna know about me.
Lilly, I am not a good person.
- KYLE: She's got help.
- You're not worried, are you?
- Yeah.
- How do you two know each other?
- Oh, we go way back.
- I just want her to tell me who the father is.
- Dad, what would that do?
- We need someone on the inside.
- BOBBY: Why do that when we have him?
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