- We found the body.
- MALE ANNOUNCER: Previously on "The Oval"...
- VICTORIA: Why the hell was the sword from over our mantel
in your room? Talk!
- What do you want? You're going to work?
- How else will I kill that bitch?
- MAX: I see the way that you look at her.
You're in love with her.
- I think it's too early for you to go back to work.
- You don't tell me.
- Are you -- him?
I asked you a question now! - Let me go!
- Just answer me! - Uh!
He's a -- serial killer!
- Both of you, stop it!
- Am I gonna be your third victim?
- My fourth.
- What did you say?
- You heard me. - Hunter.
- No, and you heard me, too.
- Jason!
- Yes.
Who was the third?
- Grandma.
- Oh, my God. - Oh, my God.
- Are you really that surprised?
You can thank me any time.
- What are you saying?
- I'm saying that you hated her.
You hated her, Mom.
You hate me.
You hate Gayle.
Look, when we landed, they hadn't even put
Grandma in an ambulance before those men came
to take me-- - No, no, no, you hold on!
- No, you hold on, okay?
I've held on long enough.
I'm sick of you.
I'm sick of both of you, okay?
And--and all your bullshit.
- All right, look, just calm down.
- No.
No. - Calm down!
- JASON: We didn't-- - Listen to--
- We didn't get a choice in any of this.
- I understand that, Jason.
But you need to listen to me right now, all right?
Tell me what you did.
- Well, she wouldn't stop talking
about how all she was gonna do was get us in line.
So, I choked her to death,
because she was evil.
- Did anyone see it? - Hunter.
- Let me ask the -- questions.
Did anyone see you?
- No.
Gayle was asleep.
The flight attendant was up front with the pilot.
- Why was there an emergency landing?
- Because I pulled the emergency exit door.
- You pulled an emergency exit door from 31,000 feet?
- No, nine, we were landing.
- You--I can't deal with this. I can't.
- JASON: Thank you.
- Boy. - Thank me.
- Enough, just the two of you... just stop it.
Now you tell me about Denise.
- Well, you wouldn't stop bringing her here, would you?
And she was so nasty.
The way she'd make you so crazy.
- You saw that?
- I saw everything.
I was always there.
You. You'd spit on her.
You--you'd piss on her.
You'd choke her.
You'd do all this disgusting shit to her,
and she would laugh.
And you loved it.
She was a horrible woman.
She needed to go. - Jason. Jason--
- No, no, no, no. Let him keep going.
- Victoria, this is not constructive.
- Tell Dad what else you saw.
- I saw you throwing yourself at Sam
and Max in the kitchen.
You know, you're both really twisted, sick people.
- [scoffs]
Well, you know what?
We're not the ones with a dead body in a box.
- No, you are.
You did this to me.
- Jason. - JASON: You did it.
- Jason! Jason!
And we're sorry.
We are. - What?
Don't you fall for this bullshit.
We did nothing but give you every damn thing you wanted.
- Everything but love, Mom.
- MAN: Ladies and gentleman, the president and First Lady.
- ♪ Feels like I'm running out of time ♪
♪
♪ You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine ♪
♪
♪ Not really sure where we're headed to ♪
- [indistinct police radio]
- ♪ I just hope that you make it when I do ♪♪
- You gave me and Gayle everything but love.
You gave us nannies and boarding schools
and a schedule.
You were the -- worst, okay?
I'm turning 18 next year.
Okay? I--I want my own place.
- [laughs] Oh, you're gonna have your own place
sooner than that.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- We're gonna have you committed.
- You really wanna do that?
- Ooh, we are doing that...
right after my mother's funeral,
your ass is going away.
- I'm not going anywhere.
- It's either that or prison.
- I'm not going.
- We're gonna get you some help.
- No, look, she's trying to send me away like she did Gayle.
No, she was so scared, Dad.
You should have seen her face.
We have to-- - Jason, I understand.
But we gotta get a handle on this.
There are three dead people.
This can't go on.
Now, there is a facility that treats this--
- No, no, no, no place can help him but prison.
- If he goes to prison, it will ruin us.
- Hunter, he killed my mother.
- And?
- His ass is going to prison.
- Mom. - Victoria.
- Mom! - Shut up!
[yelling] - I'll kill you.
- Jason, goddamn, stop it!
- [indistinct yelling]
- You will not send me away!
I will stay here!
And you will like it!
Gah! - Damn it!
Stop it!
- I'll be in my room.
Let me know when it's time for lunch.
- [door slams]
- You all right?
- [heavy breathing]
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
- [sighs]
- Hunter, we have--we have to--
- No, I'm getting rid of this body.
- Wait, no, I'll call my father to get rid of it.
- Yeah, are Kyle and Donald in yet?
- You are not telling them.
- Can you send them up to the residence?
- Hunter. - Yeah, right away.
Thank you.
- Hunter, they are not taking this body.
- Yeah, yeah, they are.
They're gonna handle it.
- You keep trusting these people.
- Victoria, just give it a rest.
- No.
Hunter, we're in the clear.
We have to get this body to the FBI,
have them arrest this boy.
We can manage it from the inside.
- Are you insane?
We cannot take this to the FBI.
We have no one there that we can trust.
We cannot manage it from the inside.
You wanna have your parenting questioned to this extent?
- I don't give a damn. - You lie.
You do.
There is nothing else you care about.
So, why don't you get out of here
before he comes out of there with that sword
and comes after you?
- Ma, are you cooking again?
- Yeah, I wanna have dinner for your daddy.
- Might just wanna give him some space, Ma.
- I'm not doing that.
- Well, then you are you gonna let him
keep treating you like that. - Oh, I know your daddy.
He'll come around.
- Have you ever seen him like this?
- No.
- Well, then, don't be so sure, Ma.
Hmm?
- Okay, where you going?
- I was online looking for Callie.
- Barry? - BARRY: Yes?
- You saw Ruth?
- Yes, I saw Ruth.
- Was the baby with her?
- No, Ma, if she was, I would have her here with me.
- Okay, well, where did you see her?
- Ma! - What?
- Why are you asking? Why?
- What do you mean why?
I wanna know where my grandbaby is.
- Well, then you should not have let her go with Ruth
in the first place.
- Barry, tell me what she said.
- ♪
- She got me arrested.
- What?! - Yeah, she got me arrested.
- For what?
- Because I saw her, I took her to the police station,
they said that I kidnapped her.
So they locked me up.
- That girl. - Yeah, that girl.
But none of this would have happened if you didn't let
that girl take her in the first place.
- Barry, I am not in the mood for your disrespect.
Not today.
- Well, you got a lot more coming from Dad.
- ♪
- You wanted to see me, Mr. President?
- Yes, sir?
- Open the trunk, both of you.
- [lid creaks] - Oooh!
- ♪
- Sir, who is that?
- Jean.
Apparently, she's one of the maids.
- I understand that, sir, but why is she in a trunk--
- I know, I know, I know.
- Sir, you have got to stop this.
You have got to stop. You understand me?
You've got to stop.
- It wasn't me, you -- choad.
- What happened to her, sir?
- It was my son.
He killed her, and...
he also killed Denise while you were standing at the door.
- Sir, there is no way.
- Oh, there is a way.
They came back so he could use the bathroom.
- They would have let me know that, sir.
- Who would have, Kyle?
- The desk coverage, sir.
They would have given me notice--
- Oh, wait, who was on?
- Max.
- Well, there you have it.
Sir, what happened?
- Apparently, he snuck in, got the sword,
decapitated her. - No.
- And snuck out. - No, no, no, no, no...
- It gets worse.
He killed Victoria's mom on the airplane.
- Sir, I--I am so sorry.
- Yeah, so am I.
- Well, sir, you have your out.
- What the -- did you just say to me?
- Stop talking.
- I'm sorry, sir. - [snaps]
- Make that disappear.
- Yes, sir.
- ♪
- [grunts]
- ♪
- Sir. - [sighs]
- I am so sorry.
- Am I really that bad of a parent, Donald?
- Mm.
- Well, I--I just wanna get laid.
- Mmmm, you know what, sir?
I'm gonna get you a drink, okay?
- It's not gonna fix this.
- DONALD: Just relax.
- You know Victoria wants to, uh...
send him to prison.
- Does she now?
- Yeah, but she won't.
Reflects too poorly on her.
- Well, sir, if she does that, it'll reflect poorly
on this whole administration. - Jesus.
What am I gonna do, Donald?
What am I gonna do?
- Hear me out, sir.
I think that we should get him admitted, hmm?
- ♪
- He won't go.
- Okay, okay, okay, then let's move him
out of the residence into another part of the White House.
That way we can keep an eye on him,
he can see--he can see doctors and counselors.
Hmm?
- I'm scared of him, Donald. - Okay.
- I'm scared of my own son.
- Okay, even more reason why we should move him
out of the residence, sir.
- He's only 17.
- Sir, we need to move him, you understand?
- Yeah. Okay.
- Okay, I'll take care of it.
- Donald.
- Yes, sir?
- What if he talks?
- You really think he'll do that?
- Yeah, I do.
- Okay, okay, okay. You know what?
I'll make some phone calls,
and I'll get the right person to take care of it, okay?
I'll be right back.
Drink.
- ♪
- This application looks pretty good, Dale.
- Thanks.
- Your references, if I call them,
what would they say about you?
- That, uh, I'm a hard worker,
never missed a day.
I'm always on time, and I stay late.
- Okay, it's all great things to say about somebody.
- Yes, I think so.
- This supermarket you worked at,
did it have a pharmacy?
- It did, but I didn't work in it.
- Okay, well, look, what we would need
is somebody to work between the areas.
We'd handle filling the prescriptions,
you get the front of the store, handling the day to day.
You think you could handle that?
- Yes.
- When would you be able to start?
- Right now.
- Right now? - Yeah.
- Okay, I like that attitude.
You know what? Fine.
Uh, take this.
Fill it out, and we'll try this out, okay?
- Thank you.
- And don't lie or nothing.
- I'll try not to. - Okay.
- All right.
- Hey. - Sharon.
Meet our maybe newest employee, Dale.
- Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Sharon.
- Nice to meet you too. - Mm-hmm.
- Wait.
- ♪
- [chuckles] Wait a second, wait a second, wait a second.
- What?
- How was your night?
- Fine.
- Even after he got-- - He was fine.
I don't wanna talk about it.
- Okay, well, let's talk about you moving in with me.
- Are we starting that?
- Yeah, we're starting that.
- Didn't you just hire someone to help us
stay away from each other?
- But Sharon, we can't stay away from each other.
It's just like these magnets.
- Well, you know, that would work if you would let it.
- But you like being around me too much.
- I like having money-- - Oooh.
- --to pay my bills. - You know, you wouldn't
have to worry about the bills and the money
if you moved in with me, I'd save you.
- I'm good on that. - Okay, well, you know what?
We should probably get some distance between us,
'cause if this guy out here sees us talking together,
there could be a truck coming through my window
any second.
- Well, you always said you wanted a nice drive-thru, right?
- You know what? - All right, bye.
- Wait.
- Look, Bobby, I will call and text you
on the track phone, all right?
I'll be okay. I will.
- You better be. - Yeah.
- ♪
- Take this into the city and park it,
and take the train to your car.
- Okay. - As soon as you start
your car, they'll be tracking you.
- Okay. Got it.
- ♪
- I wish I could drive you.
- No, no, Bobby, we can't risk that, okay?
- ♪
- Just--
- ♪
- I'll be fine, all right?
- All right.
- [engine starts]
- ♪
- How hard is that?
- What are you talking about?
- Letting her go.
- Don't you have a wife?
- Yeah.
That I've already separated to.
- Oh, so then you're not worried about her?
- Of course I'm worried about her.
I'll check on her as soon as I can get out of this place.
- So who are you?
- What do you mean?
- I mean, I know you're secret service,
but what's your story?
- Well, you already know most of it, don't you?
- Only what I've read.
But that doesn't tell me who you are.
- Well, all you need to know is I'm the guy
that's gonna bring down Kyle. So how's that?
- When do you think you'll be strong enough
to get out of here?
- [sighs]
I don't know. Give me another day.
And all the pain meds you got would be helpful.
- I got plenty.
- All right.
You're really worried about her, aren't you?
- I guess I am.
Can I ask you a question, man?
You ever met the one?
- Sure.
Several times.
- Really?
- Truth is, my wife and I...
getting a divorce.
And now that this story is out there about me
and Yuma and that woman,
she's gonna use all that against me.
- Man.
No wonder you're not concerned.
- Mm.
Not as concerned as I should be.
- We gotta get that asshole.
- I know.
- So what do you know about Sam?
- Sam? - Yeah.
- Seems to be an upstanding guy.
- You think it's a good idea that Diane goes to see him?
- Yeah.
He's the only one I would go see.
- Okay.
How soon can you get to your contacts?
- You wanna go for a ride?
I can try them all right now.
- Nah, we don't have to go for a ride.
I can scramble the calls from here.
They'll never know where we are.
Just can't stay on the calls that long.
- All right, let's do it.
- ♪
- [door opens]
- Good morning. - Good morning.
- Um... - What?
- There is an issue with your clearance.
- Excuse me?
- Yeah.
- I just passed through two security checks.
- Well, there's an issue at this one.
- What is going on, Alonzo?
- Good morning.
- Hey, Richard. - Hi.
- It's good to see you back at work.
- Yes, it's good to be back.
- Gotta get the day going. - Yes,
I am all over it.
- You're all clear, Richard.
- You--you coming? - Yeah,
I'll see you up there, I just have a bit of an issue.
- Well, what is it?
- Oh, it's fine.
Go ahead. - Okay.
- Yeah. - All right, well--
- Thank you, sir.
- What the hell is going on?
- You need to see Sam.
- I just left him at the house.
- He just reached the gate. He'll be here any second.
- Thank you.
- And there he is.
- Seriously, Sam?
- I got her, Alonzo.
- ♪
- What?
- I'm gonna ask you one more time.
Are you planning on harming the First Family?
- No. I'm not.
- Are you sure?
- Yes. I'm sure.
- So, I can let you go back to work?
- Yes. You can trust me.
- Okay.
- Thank you.
- Hold on.
- [sighs]
Yes?
- What are you gonna say when you see her?
- I'm gonna be professional and cordial.
- Professional and cordial?
Are you sure?
- Yes. I'm sure.
- Okay.
- ♪
- May I go to work now? - Mm-hmm.
Yes, you may.
- You're too kind.
[sighs]
- Love you.
- ♪
- Hi.
- I, uh, thought you would be here.
- How are you?
- I'm good.
- It's good to have you back.
- [laughs] Thanks.
- I was really worried about you.
- [sighs] And I'm--I'm fine.
- Thank God.
- Yeah.
- [sighs]
- So... how are you?
- Oh, I'm better now. - [laughs]
- Jesus.
- Look, I'm--I'm sorry if I scared you.
- Yeah, you did.
- Well, I'm--I'm okay.
- Are you sure?
- Yes. [laughs]
- You know, I wanted to come to the hospital,
but I figured your wife would have had a fit.
- [laughs]
[sighs] Yeah, well, you don't have to worry about her.
- What?
- You don't have to worry about her.
- Richard? - What?
- [laughs] I mean, you never even so much as given me
the time of day, because you love that woman so much.
- [sighs]
- And now you're saying, "Don't worry about her"?
- Yes.
- Are you okay?
- BOTH: [laughing]
- I am...
I'm good.
- Okay.
- ♪
- But, my, um--our marriage isn't.
- What?
- Yeah.
- Richard-- - Listen,
we've, um--we've been
attracted to each other for years.
- Yes, but, uh, we've never crossed any lines.
- I know.
- And you know...
she could sense that we were...
- Yeah, well...
I... don't care anymore.
- What? Are you sure?
Wait, what's going on?
- [laughs]
Listen, let me--let me take you out to dinner,
and I'll tell you all about it.
- [clears throat] Uh, okay.
- BOTH: [chuckling]
- Can I--can I have your number?
Give it to me.
- Okay.
- ♪
- BOTH: [laughing]
- So I'll, uh, I will call you after the shift.
- All right.
[laughs]
- [laughs]
- ♪
- Yeah, makes sense. - Hey, you have a customer.
- Oh, okay, can you show him the no sale group?
- Yeah, sure. - Cool.
- Hey, how's it going? - Hey.
- Going good?
- He makes me nervous.
- Why?
- I don't know, he's just so, uh...
- He can be a real asshole.
It's okay.
- That's not what I was gonna say, but okay.
- What were you gonna say?
- He's cute.
- Oh.
Okay, um, let's keep it professional.
- I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that.
- I'm kidding. It's fine.
- I'm sorry. - No, really, it's fine.
- You sure? - Yes.
- Okay.
- All right, here's a no sale.
You wanna put your blue ones here
and your yellow ones here.
Okay, this is really important
so you can balance your register. Got it?
- Okay, yep.
- Look, relax.
- I'm sorry. I just--
I really needed this job.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, I just moved here.
- Oh, from where?
- No, it's not good.
It's a small town in Virginia,
about three hours away.
I just had to get out of there.
- Why?
- It's so sad.
- What? What's sad about it?
- You wouldn't believe how closed-minded
those people could be.
You know, me being a gay man living in that town,
my parents are so closed-minded,
I just really had to get out there.
- I understand that. - Yeah.
And, uh, when that cult moved in,
they really lost it.
- Cult?
- Yeah, they call themselves the Rakudushis or something.
- Wait, what?
- Yeah, they've got a compound there.
- Where is it?
- I don't know where it is exactly,
but it's at the end of town,
like four or five miles off the road.
- And it's there now?
- Yeah. Yeah, I see 'em all the time.
Used to see them all the time in my store.
- Okay.
- I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?
- No, do you mind saying this to somebody that I know?
- No.
- And can you tell him where it is?
- I can try.
- Okay.
- What is it?
- [sighs]
My boyfriend's daughter was taken by one of those members,
and we've been trying to find them.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Wow, what a small world.
- Um, yeah, I--I'll be right back.
I gotta call someone.
- Okay. - Okay.
- ♪
- This is Sam. - SHARON: Hey, hey, Sam.
You wouldn't believe this.
- What did Barry's knucklehead ass do?
- No, it's not Barry.
Kareem just hired a worker here who knows where the compound is.
- Wait, the pharmacy?
- Yes. Yes, can you come and talk to him?
- Yeah, but I have to--have to wait until my wife's shift ends.
- SHARON: Okay. - How long's he gonna be there?
- Um, I can ask him to stay.
What time does she get off?
- Um, about six.
- SHARON: Yeah, we'll still be here.
- SAM: All right, I'll see you then.
- Okay, thank you.
- Uh, hey, don't tell Barry.
- SHARON: I won't. Thanks.
- SAM: All right, I'll see ya after six.
- All right, bye-bye.
- ♪
- Hi, Sam. - Hi.
- How are you? - Good.
- We don't see you down here much.
- Yeah, he's been coming here a lot lately.
- Everything okay?
- Yep.
- Freda?
- All is normal.
Is there something that we need to know?
- No, no, I was just--
- He was just coming down here to make sure that
I haven't killed anyone.
- Oh, well, honey, your food ain't that bad.
- [laughs] So they tell me.
- Well, uh, if you ladies need anything,
we'll be upstairs.
- We won't.
- Is everything all right with you two?
- Yeah. We're fine.
- That's good.
- Mm-hmm, yes, it is. - Mm.
I really like the way y'all keep that separation.
- Yeah.
We have to.
Have you seen the First Lady at all this morning?
- No, and I've been trying to get into their room.
- What about the son? Her daughter?
- Mm-mm.
Well, you know, I heard her mother died.
The son came back this morning.
But the daughter stayed with her grandfather.
- I see.
- Yeah.
Well, hope they get out of there soon,
'cause we're shorthanded.
- You know what?
Why don't you take care of their room,
and I'll do the son's room?
- You don't mind? - Not at all.
- Good. [laughs]
Okay, 'cause I gotta get out of here and get all dolled up.
- Oh, for what?
- I think I have a date. [giggles]
- Well, that's nice.
- Yes.
So, the yellow room is done already.
- Mm-hmm. - So that's taken care of.
- So who's this date with?
- Oh, no one you know.
- Okay.
- Have you seen Jean?
- No, I haven't.
- Mm, that girl.
- What do you mean?
- I knew she was too young to work here.
- I don't get it.
- Well, she gets into arguments with her boyfriend,
and then don't even show up to work.
- What are you talking about, Freda?
- Well, you know, she was seeing that boy, right?
They had a fight two days ago.
He's been calling, and she hasn't been answering.
Yeah.
- And how do you know all of this?
- Oh, she talks to Linda.
- And Linda tells you everything?
- Girl, you know Linda can't hold water.
[laughs]
- You all should not be talking about her.
- Well, I wouldn't be if she would come to work
or call us back.
- Yeah, that's not like her.
- What do you mean?
- She's usually always on time.
- Well, I'm here covering her shift,
so something must be going on.
- Yeah, must be.
- What do you think it is?
- Have you heard anything about Ms. Laura this morning?
- No.
I'm told she's still in the hospital.
- Yeah.
See, I was gonna go by there before I started my shift,
but with traffic, I think I'll just go after.
- Yeah. It's good.
Um-- [clears throat]
can I ask you something?
- Yeah, what is it?
- How are things with Richard and Nancy?
- They're fine.
Why do you ask?
- Well, you're friends.
- You're both my friends.
- Just wondering.
- Freda.
Leave that man alone.
You have been after him for years.
They love each other.
- I know that.
- And he's not gonna do anything wrong in his marriage.
- Okay.
- Thank you.
Now can you get to work, please?
I think your break is over.
- Okay, all right.
- Thank you.
Mm.
[sighs] Where are you, Jean?
- [phone vibrating]
- Hey, did you change your password?
- Yeah.
- Why?
- Because we're working at the White House now, remember?
- Unlock it, Ellie.
- I'm not unlocking my phone.
- Ellie?
- Allan, I'm not unlocking my phone.
- Then you're not going to work until you do.
- [scoffs]
Allan, if you keep this up, we won't be getting married.
I'll be moving out.
- Who texted you, Ellie?
- I don't know, Allan.
It could be anyone.
- It also could be him, right?
- Will you stop it? - Unlock the phone.
- No.
- Unlock the damn phone, Ellie!
- I'm not doing this with you this morning, okay?
- [phone vibrating] - Okay, well,
let's get that. Huh? - Stop it.
- Here we go.
- Give me the phone, Allan.
- What the hell? - Allan?
- "We both need you," huh? - Allan, give me the phone.
- Who's sending you dick pics, Ellie, huh?
- Allan?
- You better answer me right now.
- Or what? You're gonna put another bruise on my head?
- Ellie, you did that to your face, okay?
- Give me the phone.
Or I will go into the White House
and show your boss what you did to me.
- [scoffs]
Okay.
There.
- I don't even see anything. Did you delete it?
- No, I sent that to myself. Okay?
- Allan-- - When I get to work.
I'm gonna find out exactly who sent you that picture.
- You need to delete the picture.
- No, Ellie, I think I'm gonna keep that one.
- You know what? I'm done.
I'm done with this relationship.
- You're done? - I'm out of here, okay?
I'm--I'm not even gonna come back, how 'bout that?
- Come back?
Ellie, you weren't coming back here anyway!
All right, let's be real.
You're a climber.
Just waiting on the next big thing.
That story I got, you and the senator,
I didn't believe it then.
Wow. [applause]
Hey, congratulations, Ellie.
You really hit the big time now, hmm?
- I already have enough bruises to cover up from you,
okay, so I don't wanna hear it.
- And I love you, actually.
How can I be so stupid, huh?
I fall for this over and over again.
You're a slut.
- What did you just say to me?
- Oh, you didn't hear me the first time? Hmm?
Let me get a little closer so you can hear me.
All right?
You're a -- slut.
- [slaps] - [groans]
- Let me tell you one thing, okay?
We will -- ruin you.
- We?
Who the -- is we?
You think that the president of the United States
gives a shit about you?
- No, Allan, I think that you need to be careful.
- Okay.
Ellie, let me explain something to you, okay?
He's using you.
Like every other woman at the White House.
You think you're any different?
You're a piece of ass.
T and A, baby.
That's all.
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- Let me tell you something.
You better be careful, okay?
Because at least this piece of ass...
has what it takes to be on top.
- Who the hell do you even think you are?
- What do you mean, Allan?
I'm your trophy, remember?
The perfect in all your pictures.
Your sweet little Ellie from Northern California.
You better be careful before I -- your life up, okay?
- ♪
- What the hell are you doing?
- Do you not knock?
Would you go away?
- Hunter, are you sending dick pics?
- Uh, just go somewhere, anywhere.
- Your--your son has killed all these people,
and you're in here doing this?
You better be damn sure he got all this crazy shit from you.
- Can you go now, please?
- I am. I'm going to plan my mother's funeral.
- Oh, good, happy occasion.
- My father's very upset.
- Oh, are you gonna fly and go see him?
- No. I'll be doing all the planning from here.
- So, we're just gonna go on like nothing happened?
- Don't we always?
- Sounds like a plan.
[sighs]
- I am not staying here with him.
- What?
- I'm not.
- [gasps] Wow.
I've never see it before.
- What?
- Demons do tremble.
- He threw me to the ground.
- Yeah, you had it coming.
- Look, he is not-- - Look, I got it handled.
- What?
- Gonna have people come here and, uh, work with him here.
- Okay.
Well, I'm not staying in this house with him.
- I'm gonna put him in another part of the White House.
Be nowhere near you.
- And I am telling my father.
- Oh, Victoria. - What?
I think he'll get the FBI to handle this the right way.
- You know what? Fine.
Do whatever you want.
Jason! What the -- ?
- How the hell'd you get in here?
- Look, Mom...
Dad...
I am so sorry.
- It's okay, son.
We're gonna get you some help.
- I don't know what comes over me, okay?
I just--I just get so-- - We're getting
the best people.
- So I can stay, right? I don't have to go anywhere?
- No, we're gonna do it right here.
Do it right here in the White House.
You don't have to leave.
- But--but, Dad, what about what I did to Jean and--
- I'm gonna get it handled, okay?
We're gonna take care of it.
- Okay.
Mom-- - Victoria.
- What?
- Don't you ever call me "Mom" again.
There's no way I gave birth to something like you.
- Look, Mom...
I am so, so sorry.
I hate myself for what I did.
- Save it for the judge, okay?
- Look, Dad, I-- - Now get out of here,
you creepy little mother -- .
You know what? You won't leave, I will.
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- Is she serious?
- Just give her a little bit of time, let her calm down.
- Please don't send me away.
I can't go to prison, Dad.
They'll eat me alive in there.
- Hey, hey.
I'm gonna get you some help, all right?
- I saw what you were doing.
- [sighs]
- But thanks. - Yeah.
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♪
- [sighs]
- ♪
- [sighs] Okay, okay, okay.
- ♪
- What are you doing in my room?
- ANNOUNCER: Next on "The Oval"...
- I know Jean normally cleans up your room.
Have you seen her? - No.
- Why don't you just tell us who the father is?
- I just can't.
- Oh, girl. Is this bothering you?
- Come here.
I'm really stressed. Come on.
- How you healing up?
- I'm good. You?
- I'm tired of all this.
We need something more healthy than just our sex life.
- Is that my husband you're talking to?
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