- [yelps]
- MALE NARRATOR: Previously on "The Oval"...
- And who is that? - He's an agent.
- This job too overwhelming for you?
That's what happens when you sleep your way
to a place that your talents
aren't quite ready to take you.
- I need you to bail me out now.
- With what?
- BARRY: I saw the money that's in my dresser.
- What are you talking about?
- You're being followed. - I'm not being followed.
- Damn it, Diane, they're tracking you!
- MAUDE: Jason, what's going on?
- VICTORIA: What the hell is that smell?
[gasping] Oh! Oh!
- ♪
- [hyperventilating]
- Good evening, ma'am.
- What are you doing? - I'm sorry, you called.
- No, uh--
- I'm sorry, you said there was an odor,
and I do smell it, ma'am.
- No, just leave. - Yes, ma'am.
- Listen.
- Yes?
- No one is to go into that room.
Are we clear?
- Yes, ma'am.
- My son left his dirty clothes, and that's--
that's what the smell is.
- I'm sorry, Ms. Laura was in there
before she took ill.
I think she never finished.
- What?
- Yes, she was in the room before she had the heart attack.
- Oh, I didn't know that.
- I will get it taken care of right away.
- No, you will not.
I will have him take care of it.
He's not to be waited on hand and foot.
Are we clear? - Yes, ma'am.
- That's all.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Wait.
How is she?
- Ms. Laura, ma'am?
- No, the damn tooth fairy. Yes, Laura.
- I'm not sure, ma'am.
I was going to visit her after my shift.
- What hospital?
- St. Rhodes.
- I'll be sure to send flowers.
- Yes, ma'am, we can arrange that.
- Thank you.
- ♪
- Hunter?
- What?
- Hunter.
- What? What is it?
Victoria, what? What do you want?
- We have a problem.
- What is it?
- Go into Jason's room.
- Why?
- Just go into his room!
- Victoria, he's on a plane with your mom.
Why do I have to go into his room?
- Damn it, Hunter, just go in the room!
- Will you just tell me what it is?
- VICTORIA: Just, come on, come on, come on!
- What? This is hold my hands serious?
- Walk.
- [sighing]
- ♪
- [sighing]
- ♪
- ♪ 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 ♪♪
- ♪
- What's that smell?
- Just look under the bed.
- Why would I look under the bed?
- Damn it, Hunter! - He's a dirty teenager!
He's got, like, dirty clothes under there or something!
- Just look under the bed.
- [Hunter sighing]
President of the United States--
God.
[sighing]
Oh!
- ♪
- Who the hell is that?
- Jean, that young maid.
- What? - He did it.
He graduated.
- Wait, wait, wait, what are you saying?
- VICTORIA: I know it was coming.
I told you to get this boy some help, but no,
you were too busy worrying about your damn image.
- Are you kidding me right now? - VICTORIA: You know I'm not.
- That is some bold selective memory!
- You--quit.
- You didn't want people thinking he was a creep.
- You know, my mother will get him in line.
- Yeah, great.
What are we gonna do with this body in the meantime?
- You gotta get rid of it.
- Me? - You have to!
- How the hell am I gonna get rid of a body?
- [Victoria grunting]
There.
- What, are you insane?
You want me to put her in there?
- This is the only way.
- Am I some sort of professional fixer now?
- No, no, you wrap her up,
and I will have my mother have someone to pick it up
from the airport, and they'll get rid of it.
- You're gonna tell your mother?
- What other choice do we have, Hunter?
- My god, this is crazy.
- Do it, damn it! - No, no, no, no, no!
You are gonna help me get this girl in there!
- I can't do that!
- Well, what are you gonna be doing?
- I'll be in my room.
- You just stay there!
Do not move.
[sighing]
Ugh, no, I'm not, I can't.
- Just man the hell up, okay?
- Shut up. - You shut up.
- I need a drink.
- Fine, fine, fine.
- All right, just check to see if anybody's out there.
[groaning]
- [knocking on door]
- Come in.
Hey, Sam.
I was told you wanted to see me?
- Yes, sir.
- Before you begin, there was an emergency earlier.
What happened up there?
- Uh, Ms. Laura. - Who?
- Ms. Laura, one of the long-time staff, sir.
She had a heart attack.
- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Is she okay?
- I don't know. They took her to the hospital.
But, sir, I wanted to, uh,
talk to you about Agents Yuma and Max.
- Oh, yeah, yeah.
I'm really sorry to hear about that.
It's really sad, Sam.
- I'm shocked that I wasn't told about this.
- We got it under control.
- Well, about that, sir--
- Look, Sam, they got into a fight,
and they shot each other over a woman.
It's not exactly something we want the world
to know about now, is it?
- But, sir-- - Go on.
- I don't believe that, sir.
And the Press Secretary said that there was a dead girl.
- Sam, she was off of her meds. - SAM: Sir--
- Sam, did you not hear me, okay?
It's not true, she was lying.
The woman was off of her meds, okay?
- Yes, sir.
- DONALD: You know, it doesn't bode well
that you didn't know what two of your agents were up to, Sam.
- No, it doesn't, sir.
- Look, I'm just--
I'm just trying to protect you and your job here.
- Mm-hmm, yes, sir.
- Now go home, it's late.
Shouldn't you be home with that beautiful wife of yours?
- Yes, sir. Uh, I wanted to ask.
Do their wives know?
- Yes, I sent someone to tell both of them, Sam.
- And who would that be, sir?
- Kyle.
- Perhaps that's not the best idea.
- Okay, and why not?
- He's Max's antagonist, sir.
- Okay, maybe you got a point.
- I'll pay them both a visit if that's okay.
- Yeah, yes, Sam, it's fine.
- And I'll go visit Max in the hospital.
- No, that's not the look that we want.
That's not gonna happen. - SAM: But, sir--
- That is an order right there.
- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.
- Hey, Scilla, uh, I know you're still mad,
but I just wanted to let you know that
I'm gonna make a couple of stops and then I'll be home.
I really need to talk to you, honey.
I'll explain everything when I get there.
[sighing]
Come back?
This is Owen. Come back?
Yes, where?
Okay, get me all the information.
Really?
How are they?
Okay, uh, thank you.
Yeah.
- ♪
- So you saw her?
- Yes.
- And she didn't tell you where Callie was?
- No, she didn't.
- Damn that girl.
- And then she got the nerve to press charges against me.
- You're out now, baby.
- Yeah, I'm out, but I still don't have Callie,
so it's like--
[heavy sigh]
- I know. This is insane.
- No, this is bullshit!
I mean, how does she get away with something like that?
They just let her walk out!
- I don't know, but, Barry, but we will find her.
We will.
- [Barry sighing]
Thanks for bailing me out though.
- Of course.
You know, I do have another question, though.
- What's that?
- That money.
- Yeah, I got that question too.
- Where'd you get it?
- Sharon, that's not my money.
- It's not?
- No, it's not my money, it's yours.
Stop lying about it.
- That's not my money!
- Seriously?
We doing this right now? Seriously?
- It's not!
Look, there's over $100,000 there.
Where am I gonna get that kind of money?
- From Kareem.
- Are you serious?
- Are you not selling drugs?
- Barry, really? - Yes, really, Sharon.
- No, I'm not gonna sit here and argue with you over
what I'm doing or not doing.
What the hell is this?
- Look, I'm not even trying to argue, okay?
I'm trying to figure out where the money came from.
- It's not mine.
- Well, it's not mine.
- Well, then, you need to talk to your mama and daddy.
- Yeah, I will.
- Can't believe you're asking me that, the hell.
- I mean, like--
- What? What?
- Let's not talk about what I can't believe, okay?
- Okay, fine. - Okay, great.
- [glass clinking]
- -- you, I'll get it myself.
- Sir. - Hmm?
What is it, Sam?
- There was an emergency landing in Texas, sir.
- HUNTER: Who? - Your mother's plane.
- What happened?
- Your kids are fine. - HUNTER: Oh my god.
- But your mother, ma'am.
- What about her?
- I'm sorry to inform you that she's deceased.
She died.
- What?
- Sorry.
- What happened?
- We're told she had a heart attack on the plane, ma'am.
- A heart--wait, what?
- I'm sorry.
- You said Texas? - Yes, sir.
- What happened?
- The plane had a mechanical issue.
The NTSB, the National Transportation Safety Board's
looking into it.
- Are there Secret Service with my kids?
- Well, that is protocol, sir, but your mother-in law is--
uh, was very--
- Yeah, okay, yeah, I know.
- So who has them now?
- Oh, we have local police with your children
and a plane en route with our agents
to pick up your kids and bring them back.
- Okay.
- Again, I'm sorry.
- She can't speak. She's in tears.
- Yes, sir, I'm sorry.
- On the inside.
- ♪
- I need to call my father.
- Okay. - Yes, ma'am.
- [sighing]
- Also, sir, uh, I know this is a lot,
but is there something we can do to help clean your son's room?
- Uh, no.
No, we're gonna teach him a lesson,
make him clean it himself.
- Yes, sir. - Goodbye.
- Wow.
- What?
- It's so peaceful out here.
- Yeah, it is.
- How long have you had this place?
- A long time.
- And no one else knows about it?
- Nope.
- You never brought anyone else here?
- Nobody like you.
- All right.
Like who then?
- You don't wanna know that.
- Come on, tell me.
- Lilly. - No, tell me.
- Look, there are some things
you just don't wanna know about me.
- I beg to differ.
- So what, you had like some womens here?
Women? Woman? - No, men.
Not like that, Lilly.
Not like that.
Look, there were bad men,
and they were brought here to give up the truth.
- What happened if they didn't?
- They never left.
Lilly, I am not a good person for the wrong people.
- Well, I'm glad I'm on the right side of you.
- So now you know that.
- Yeah.
- [chuckling]
- [crickets chirping] - So many crickets.
Who is that?
- Looks like Diane.
- Want me to wait wait inside?
- No, we're good.
- [gravel crunching]
- DIANE: Hi.
- Hey.
This is, uh... - Lilly.
- Hi.
- So what are you doing here?
- It's a long story.
- I need to talk to you.
- Let's talk.
- I will not talk in front of her.
- Oh, she's good.
- No, she isn't.
She's Donald's wife.
- Yeah, and he tried to kill me.
- What? - Yeah.
- Let's just go inside to talk, all right?
- ♪
- You want coffee? - DIANE: No, I'm good.
How is he?
- Sedated.
- You did that?
- Yeah.
- I see you still got it.
- Thanks.
- How do you two know each other?
- Oh, we go way back.
- For how long?
- Hmm, aren't you a jealous one.
- No, I'm just asking.
- We had sex a few times.
Is that what you want to know?
- Yes, it is, actually.
- He's a charmer.
A sex kitten with a huge package.
But I lost interest, okay?
- Well.
- Now can we talk about why I'm here?
- Please.
- We need someone on the inside.
- I agree.
- DIANE: Look, I know someone who's in there
that'll give us all the help we need--
- BOBBY: Hold on. - What is it?
- That's a good idea.
But why do that when we have him?
Listen up.
I know you can hear me.
You're not in danger.
I need that gun.
I hate playing games, Max.
No one is here to hurt you, but that can change.
Hand it over.
Thank you.
Can you sit up?
- Yeah.
- All right.
You're not gonna try anything, are you?
- No.
- Good.
Sit up.
Come on, come on, we ain't got all day.
- [Max groaning]
- BOBBY: Diane, check him.
- Nothing.
- On your feet.
- [Diane gasping] - [Lilly gasping]
- Shit!
- [Diane gasping]
- Come on, Max.
- You know I can do it.
- I know the game. - MAX: Give me your keys.
- I'm not giving you shit. - MAX: Yes, you are.
I'm getting out of here.
- You're in danger.
- You hear me?
Just give me the -- keys.
- Max. - Tell him, Diane.
- Max, please, please!
- No, no, no, let's go!
I said I'm leaving!
- You're in danger, all right?
Don't you got a wife? Don't you got a kid?
You wanna see them again, right? - Don't you threaten my family!
- BOBBY: I'm not threatening your family, all right?
We're here to help you, okay?
Just listen! All right, listen!
- Listen?
That's the Chief of Staff's wife!
- BOBBY: God damn it, Max! You're in the middle of nowhere.
That's no way to go out there, Max.
It's just us.
- Bobby, please show him the text, please.
- Diane? - DIANE: Please!
- Okay. - Don't you move!
- All right, all right, just stay calm, okay?
Lilly, give me my phone and show him the text.
- MAX: Hey, don't move!
- Max! - Just stay calm.
It's gonna be all right, Diane.
It's gonna be okay.
- Max, please.
Please, you wanna see this, okay.
I know you didn't kill that girl.
I know! - MAX: No, I didn't!
- DIANE: Agent Yuma didn't either!
Please.
I know you weren't having an affair with both of them.
Max, please just listen.
Just listen, please. Please.
- You see?
It's all real, all right?
Now let her go.
- Now give me the keys right now.
- Max, this is your last warning, okay?
- Max, please.
Max, I know you're scared. I know.
But we got you out that hospital
and we brought you here.
You're safe, you're safe.
- If what you say is true, then none of us are safe.
Don't you get it?
- We're safe as long as I'm alive, all right?
Now let her go.
- Please, Max, please.
Please! - Let her go!
- Please, please.
- Max, let her go!
- [groaning]
[coughing]
- You all right? - DIANE: Yeah.
- You okay?
- MAX: What do you want? Where is my wife?
- DIANE: I don't know. - Where is she?
- She's with her sister in Indiana.
- Why? Why would she do that?
- DIANE: I still had White House clearance.
I told her to go. It's the best thing.
Trust me.
- Does she believe all this?
- I don't know. I don't know.
- I need to call her.
- BOBBY: Not from here. - I need to call her!
- Not from here, you're not, Max, all right?
You're safe, okay?
Now, you gotta be hungry, man.
How about we get you something to eat,
and then we'll talk?
How's that sound?
We're friends, man.
We want the same thing, okay?
I'm putting my gun down, all right?
Lilly.
Just take it.
All right?
You're safe.
Three--one, two, three, up!
Easy, easy, easy, easy, easy.
Diane, get the chair.
Take your time.
- I'll make something.
- I can't believe it.
- Yeah, I know.
- A heart attack.
- Yeah.
- Wow.
- I'm sorry.
I know this must be hard on you.
- What?
- She was your mother.
- [scoffing]
I hated that bitch, I'm glad she's dead.
Now only if my father would die.
- Mmm.
Well, that'd be fine to be alone.
- [chuckling]
It's a great thought.
- Yeah.
Yeah, it is.
- Well, I think we should make a statement.
- Okay.
I'll go have the Press Secretary work on one.
- Wait, where are you going?
- To get the Press Secretary to work on one.
- Hunter, there is a dead body under your son's bed.
- Yeah, I-- - What is it with you?
- HUNTER: What?
- Why do you have to have all these women?
- Why not?
- You are one sick-ass individual.
- HUNTER: Mmm.
Yeah, I'm the sick individual.
You're the one sitting here happy her mother's dead
and wishing her father was dead, too.
- Hunter, you will take care of that situation.
- It's no wonder our kids are so -- up.
- Doesn't it strike you as strange that there was
an emergency on the plane?
- She had a heart attack.
- No, I wanna know what the emergency was.
- You figure that out.
I'm gonna work on the Press Secretary.
- Hunter, you-- - [phone ringing]
- [sighing]
- You take that call.
- Yes. - JASON: Mom?
- VICTORIA: Jason, where are you?
- I'm at an FBO in Texas.
- What happened?
- JASON: They took Gayle.
- Who took her?
- When we landed, there were some men here, okay?
They didn't identify themselves, they didn't have badges,
but they said they worked for Grandma,
and they took her away.
- Took her where?
- I don't know, okay?
It's something Grandma arranged.
- Hmm.
Jason, what happened?
- Well, look, a window broke or something,
and Grandma grabbed her chest.
- VICTORIA: Are you sure that's what happened?
- Aren't you worried about Gayle?
- I know where they're taking her.
- JASON: Where?
- Some place where she will learn.
- Mom, what does that mean?
- Boy, don't question me, okay? - JASON: Mom?
- We're gonna have a plane to come and get you
and be back here by morning.
- Okay.
- And, Jason?
- Yeah?
- Is there something you want to talk to me about?
- No.
- There is an odor coming from your room.
- Well, I was-- - You, uh, what?
- Um...
I left some dirty clothes in there, so...
- Oh, so shall I have it cleaned?
- No, no.
Um, Mom, I'll just, uh--
I'll just get it when I get back home, okay?
- VICTORIA: Okay.
- Just, uh...
Just keep everyone out of my room.
- I will do that.
See you in the morning.
- Yes, you will.
- ♪
- [knocking on door]
- RICHARD: Hi. - BARRY: What's up, man?
- Come on in.
You changed the locks? - RICHARD: Yeah.
- For what, Dan? Did something happened?
- Just take the key.
- Hi, Mr. Richard.
- Hi.
- Shouldn't you be resting? - RICHARD: I'm fine.
- Mr. Richard, you did just get shot.
- I said I'm fine.
- Let me do that for you, Richard.
- No! - Okay.
- I got it.
- Where's Mom? - RICHARD: She's not here.
- I mean, she usually does this for you, right?
- Not today.
- So you're going back to work?
- In the morning.
- Really, Dad? You think that's--
- Yes.
- Did the doctor approve you to go back to work?
- Will you mind? - Whoa.
- I'm sorry. - Thank you.
- I'll be upstairs. - Thank you.
- Okay.
- Dad, what's going on with you, man?
- Nothing, son.
- Are you and mom still fighting?
- Are you and Sharon still fighting?
- Dad, that's not fair. - How is that not fair?
She did the same thing your mama did.
- Dad, that was so long ago.
- RICHARD: And that makes it worse.
She held that lie for all these years.
- I'm sorry, man.
- And she won't tell me who the father is.
- I know, I know.
- Son, I need to apologize to you right now.
- For what?
- For the man you're about to see me be.
- What does that mean? - Just--
Just know that I don't mean to hurt you.
- So you just mean to hurt Mom?
- No, I just want her to tell me who the father is.
- Dad, what would that do?
- Son, you don't get it.
- No, seriously, I must not.
What would that do if she tells you?
- Shouldn't you be out there trying to find my grandbaby?
- Well, I actually saw Ruth.
Yeah, I saw her and I got arrested
'cause I brought her to the police station.
- What are you talking about?
- She pressed charges on me for kidnapping her.
- Barry.
- BARRY: What, I'm out, I'm here.
There's no need to worry.
- [sighing] Look...
did the police ask her where your daughter is?
- No.
They said I needed to take it to court.
- Son.
- I do not have any money to go to court again.
- We will find the money.
- Now, I don't understand why I have to go to court
to get custody for the daughter that I already have.
- They just don't want to get involved
in these civil matters. - I understand that but--
- RICHARD: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, calm down.
Just talk--talk to your uncle Sam.
He will tell you who can help you.
He's well-connected.
- I will.
- You do that.
- Dad.
- I'm not talking about your mother.
- Okay, fine. Where is she?
- I don't know, and I don't care.
- You don't care?
So that's how you're gonna be now?
You don't care? - Yes, yes.
Don't you need to go upstairs and handle that situation
you got up there?
- Yeah, okay, man.
Okay.
- Thank you. - Yeah, I got you.
- Geez.
- [sighing]
Where are you?
I've been calling you all day.
Where'd you go?
This is Priscilla.
- ALONZO: Hey, you looking for Sam?
- No, I was calling to see if Jean signed out?
- Oh, look, Priscilla...
- PRISCILLA: Come on, this is me.
I've been calling her all day,
and she hasn't returned any of my calls.
- Okay, but you know this is something
you and your husband should do.
- Come on, Alonzo.
- Okay.
No, she hasn't signed out.
- She should've been out hours ago.
- ALONZO: Yeah.
- Okay, well, check the cameras for her.
- Priscilla...
- No, no, something is wrong. - What do you mean?
- I know because she calls me all the time.
Come on, Alonzo.
- Fine.
Let me take a look.
- PRISCILLA: Thank you.
- Hmm. - PRISCILLA: What?
- That's strange. - What's strange?
- We have her going up to the residence.
- PRISCILLA: And?
- You know there are no cameras up there.
The President saw to it that all surveillance
were to be removed from inside the residence.
- Okay, well, check the back stairwell.
- I'm looking at them, and no.
- So she never comes down?
- ALONZO: No.
- This is crazy.
- This is strange.
- What's strange?
- I see them bringing down Ms. Laura on the stretcher,
but she's nowhere to be found.
- Okay.
Well, thank you.
- Sure, but-- - You didn't do that, I got it.
- Okay, and you can't--
- Tell Sam, I know.
Bye, Alonzo.
Oh, shit, Jean.
- ♪
- KYLE: It's me. - Hey, where are you?
- KYLE: At the door.
- Oh.
- Come on in.
- Hi.
- So?
- We don't know where she took him.
- You were tracking her?
- KYLE: Well, we found her car parked at a gas station.
- Okay, where'd she go?
- Well, we assumed she was picked up.
- DONALD: All this time.
- Damn. - Yeah.
- She's got help. - How'd you know that?
- Come on, Donald, she's not that smart.
- Yeah, you're right about that.
- KYLE: So?
- Wait...
you're not worried, are you?
- Yeah, aren't you?
- DONALD: No, I got concerns, but the truth is,
if she goes to the DOJ--
- I know, I know, it's his Attorney General.
- Okay, so how do we spin this, hmm?
- Look, we have the House and the Senate.
- Yeah, I know that, but she can't talk at all, all right?
She's already said way too much.
- So you have a plan?
- Yeah, the bitch needs to die right now.
- Maybe we can get her on a plane.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Too many casualties, Kyle.
- Escobar did it.
- Hmm.
Look, we gotta be careful with this one, okay?
Hey.
Will you find her for me?
- I will. I'm not gonna let you go down.
- Ooh.
And what if I wanted you to?
- Anything for you, lover.
- That's what I'm talking about.
Okay, let's figure this thing out.
- Speaking of planes,
did you hear that there was an emergency
on FLOTUS' mother's plane
and she died? - I heard about that.
- Well, try not to be too heartbroken.
- Nah, she don't give a damn about her mom.
Why should I, mm?
- Well, yeah, we both know that,
but this will change the dynamic.
- Okay, okay, can we not talk about it right now?
- Okay.
So...
since your wife is not coming home,
can I have my key again?
- You mean these keys?
- Those would be the ones.
- What are you gonna do for them?
- Whatever you want.
- [chuckling]
- Have you heard from her?
- DONALD: No, I have not. Can we not talk about it?
- Okay, that's all the more reason
that you should just give me that key.
- Get on your knees and work for it.
- ♪
- Ah, that's what I like, yeah!
I got these keys, Kyle.
I got these keys.
Ooh!
- ♪
- Hey. - Hey.
- Come on, let me dance for you a little bit.
- ♪
- I like this.
- ELLIE: What are you-- - Come on.
- Allan. I'm tired.
- I know it's late but I've been waiting for you.
- I know, but I really want to go to sleep, okay?
- Come on, I just want to see you. I'm sorry.
- It's fine. - No.
No, I shouldn't have accused you.
- No, it's fine, really.
- ALLAN: You're mad. - I'm not mad, baby, okay?
I'm just... - Come on.
- I just wanna take a shower and go to bed, okay?
- Okay. - ELLIE: All right?
- All right. - I'm tired.
Okay, okay.
- ♪
- Allan.
- Ellie, I love you so much.
I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
- Allan.
- Will you marry me?
- I can't.
- Come on, say yes, Ellie.
- I'm not ready.
- What?
- I'm not...
- You're not ready?
You were ready a couple weeks ago.
What's changed?
- What's changed?
You were there! You saw what they did to me!
This job is what's changed! You do this now--
- ALLAN: What am I doing to you, exactly, huh?
- I'm not ready, okay? - ALLAN: Ellie, please.
Ellie! Hey!
Is it him?
I wanna believe you, Ellie, all right, I really do,
but you need to tell me the truth.
- Tell you what?
- Are you -- him? Huh?
- Baby, listen to me.
You need to get some meds for these mood swings, okay?
- Mood swings? - Yeah.
- I asked you a question, Ellie! - Let me go.
- ALLAN: Ellie! - Let me--
- Just answer me! Shh.
Are you okay? - Don't touch me!
- I'm sorry, I didn't do anything, okay?
- This is nothing to you? - ALLAN: I'm sorry.
- Don't touch-- - I'm sorry, Ellie!
Ellie!
Damn it, man!
- Just get all of those things out of there, okay?
- What the hell do you think I'm doing?
- I know, I just wanna do this fast.
- ♪
- Hunter?
- HUNTER: Just give me a second!
- [gasps]
Hunter.
- What?
- This -- .
- FEMALE NARRATOR: Next on "The Oval"...
- VICTORIA: He did it. - Hold on a second.
There is no way.
- All I know is that you didn't kill that girl
or that agent, but what I don't know
is what happened in the middle.
- All right, we talking about this?
- No, no!
- I think I'ma poison that bitch!
- You can't say that to me.
- Look at all this! - That's not mine, all right?
Don't you think I would claim that
with all the debt that I have?
- You're in love with her. She's something special to you.
- I made you breakfast.
- How did you get in here?
- Jason, what happened?
- Talk, boy!
- ♪