- He killed my mother.
His ass is going to prison.
- FEMALE NARRATOR: Previously on "The Oval..."
- You will not send me away!
I will stay here and you will like it!
- Let me explain something to you.
He's using you. You're a piece of ass.
- I can go home. - What?
- I'm not pregnant.
If I was, it's no way it's yours.
- She's in bed with the Chief of Staff.
She can help us bring down the whole damn administration.
- Have you seen the First Lady at all?
- No.
- Why don't you take care of their room, I'll do the son's.
- What are you doing in my room?
I asked you a question.
- [clears throat] I was just cleaning your room, sir.
- Is that your job?
- No, but we all help out around here.
- Really? - Yes.
I know Jean normally cleans up your room,
but no one can seem to reach her.
- She doesn't. - Yes, she does.
Unless it's evening turndown.
- Well, I haven't really noticed that.
- Have you seen her?
- No.
- Mm.
It's just not like her to not call in or show up for work.
- Yeah.
Well, I know she's having trouble with her boyfriend.
- And how do you know that?
- I know that because she said it.
- To whom?
- Are you questioning me?
- Yes. I am.
- Wow, okay, and, uh...
what makes you think that you can do that?
- I was really just asking, because I know
how much you liked her.
- No, I didn't.
- Oh, you didn't? - No.
- Well, that's what she said.
- Well, then she lied.
- I see.
- Yeah.
And I'm the First Son of the presidential family.
You should not be questioning me.
- You're right.
I stand corrected.
- Yeah, that was out of line.
- Well, your room seems pretty clean.
- Sure is.
- [sniffs] All except that... faint odor
that's in the air.
Any idea what that could be?
- No.
- Are you sure?
- Well, I left some dirty clothes in here, you know, um,
it could be that.
- Uh, I see.
- Hey, where are you going?
- Well, I'm gonna go finish cleaning the bathroom.
- No, I--I can do it.
- No, no, sir, it's fine, really.
- No, you just don't listen, do you?
- But of course.
But our job here is to make sure that you are really comfortable.
- Yeah, well, don't do that, okay?
- I'm gonna finish the bathroom.
- No, lady!
- MAN: Ladies and gentlemen, 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 ♪
- MAN: Stand by.
- ♪ I just hope that you make it when I do ♪♪
- You wanted to see me, ma'am?
- Yes, I, um...I wanted to apologize to you.
- ♪
- No need, ma'am.
- No, I think there is.
- Ma'am, it's fine.
- ♪
- Thank you.
- I'm sorry to hear about your mother, ma'am.
- I have to start planning her funeral.
- Sure.
- My father would do it, but he's not well.
- I'm sorry to hear that, ma'am.
- You've heard of my father?
- Well, yes, ma'am.
He's a great man, a living legend.
- So you've met him?
- Only through books.
- Yes, he's a great man.
- Well, if there's, uh, anything that we can do for you, ma'am,
please let us know.
- Well, there is. Agent Yuma.
- Yes.
- She's dead.
- Yes, ma'am.
- What happened?
- We're not quite sure, ma'am. We're still investigating.
- Mm.
Well, I'm told that she and Agent Max
were seeing the same woman.
- I don't know anything about that, ma'am.
- You don't know, or you don't believe it?
- I don't know, ma'am.
- Mm, well, you need to know that I'll need
a new lead person.
- Oh, yes, you did mention that, ma'am.
- And I want that to be you.
- Well, I'm not quite sure that's possible, ma'am.
- Well, why not?
- I run the department.
- So that's a demotion for you?
- No, no, ma'am, it would be my honor.
- Hmm.
Then what's the problem?
- Well, um, I manage 17 employee personnel, ma'am,
and my role is pretty senior.
- [chuckles] Are you turning me down, Sam?
- No...ma'am, I'm just saying that, uh,
that kind of decision will have to come from higher up.
- ♪
- Well, does it get any higher than the First Lady?
- No, ma'am.
You and your husband are at the top.
- Yes, we are.
So, let's discuss this.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Have a seat.
- I'd rather stand-- - Sit.
- Ma'am. Yes, ma'am.
- Look, lady!
Can you get out of my room, please, okay?
- Yes.
- Okay, and don't come back in here, alright?
- Yes, sir.
- ♪
- And, Priscilla?
When you do see Jean, tell her I know what she said
about her boyfriend.
- I'm sorry?
- Well, you know, I...I don't like to gossip.
- Oh, of course.
- But...when my sister was in the trunk of her car,
she heard her arguing on the phone with her boyfriend.
And he was very...
very violent to her.
- On the phone?
- Oh, yeah.
I mean, you'll have to ask my sister.
- I'll do that.
Thank you.
- Now can you get out of my room?
Pretty please?
- You want to let me go?
- ♪
- Thank you.
- ♪
- [bang]
- ♪
- [laughing]
Oh, hi.
- Oh, no, no, no, don't get up.
- ♪
- Were you coming out of my son's room?
- Yes, ma'am.
- What were you doing in there?
- I was helping out.
- Mm, and is he in there?
- Yes.
- Why were you helping out?
- Well, we are a little short staffed today, ma'am.
It seems one of our beloved staffers has disappeared
into thin air.
- What? - Yes.
- Who?
- Her name is Jean, ma'am.
She is-- - Ah, yes, yes, yes,
that young maid. - Yes, the housekeeper.
- Ooh, look at you with your titles.
Just so you know, housekeeper's a maid.
- ♪
- Yes, ma'am.
- And did you think she was in there?
- No.
As I said, I was helping out.
- I see.
- Can I get you anything?
- Yes, I would like some tea, please.
- That will be my pleasure.
And you, Sam?
- I'm on duty.
- Well, you look a little relaxed to be on duty.
- Oh, get him a beer.
No, tequila. - I'm sorry.
- Shot of tequila. - I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't.
- Why not?
- I'm on duty.
- [laughs] I'm just kidding.
Oh, this husband of yours is so formal.
- Not sitting down he's not.
- Girl.
Does this bother you?
- No, ma'am.
Not my department.
- Oh, that's right.
Because you belong in the kitchen.
You're a cook.
No, I'm sorry, head chef.
Oh, wait, no, is it--is it executive chef, Sam?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Ah. [chuckles]
- ♪
- Yes, ma'am.
I'll get that tea for you right away.
- Thank you, darling.
- No, it's my pleasure.
- ♪
- She's a bit jealous, isn't she?
- No, ma'am.
- Oh, come on, don't tell me you don't see it.
- Ma'am, I really need to be getting back downstairs.
- Oh, there's just a few more things that I'd like to discuss,
okay?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Okay, now, where were we?
- [indistinct mumbling]
Lord.
- ♪
- Barry!
Barry!
- ♪
- Yeah, Ma? - Why you didn't tell me?
- Tell you what?
- That Sharon was pregnant.
- Sharon is...what?
- Uh, yeah, it sure ain't mine.
Oh, no, Barry.
You didn't know?
- No, I didn't know.
- Oh, son, I'm sorry.
- She--she didn't tell me.
- Well, maybe she was just waiting to surprise you.
- Maybe she didn't want me to know.
- What? Why is that?
- ♪
- Maybe it's Kareem's baby.
- What? - No, maybe it is.
- That ain't true.
- Well, how would I know that, Ma?
- I mean, I did see them having sex on the counter.
- Son, that ain't true. - How would I know that?
- That girl loves you.
- So love keeps you from cheating, Ma?
- Barry? - No, you did it to Dad.
- Barry...I have had enough of this.
- Okay.
- Barry, where--where are you going?
- I gotta go. - Okay, Barry, wait.
- What? What? What, Ma?
- I need you to go down to the funeral home with me for Picky.
- Ma, I do not have time for this right now.
- Well, I don't wanna go by myself.
- When are you going?
- Well, I just wanted to go in a little bit.
- Look, I will take you when I get back, okay?
- Barry, where are you going?
- I need to go talk to Sharon.
- Okay, Barry, don't--don't start.
- Start what?
- Don't go down there with no foolishness on that girl's job.
- Ma, I'm just going to talk to her.
- Barry, you're going down to that funeral home with me
to help me take care of your cousin.
- Oh, we still on this cousin thing?
- Barry-- - No, 'cause you--you
mean my brother, right?
- Barry, I'm not going into this.
- Why don't you just tell us who the father is?
- [sighs] Barry, I can't.
- Why not, Ma?
- ♪
- I just can't.
- I mean...do you know who the father is?
- ♪
- I will slap the hell out of you.
- Mother, I'm not trying to be disrespectful, I just--
- Well, you are.
- Look, I'm sorry, alright?
And I get it.
You were young once, Dad was away for years.
You got lonely.
That's human, that's not malicious.
And then, knowing you, you would never get an abortion, right?
- No, no, I wouldn't.
- So why don't you just tell him?
- I can't.
- Wait.
- What?
- Maybe that's why she didn't tell me.
Maybe she's thinking about getting an abortion.
- Barry, she didn't say that.
- I--I gotta go talk to her. - Barry--
- What? I need to go talk to her, Ma.
- Just-- - I'll be back.
- Please, stop! - I will be back!
- Barry, you do not need to go over there!
- ♪
- Freda, I am telling you, I was laying in that hospital bed,
all I could think about was you. - Oh, really?
- No, I could not wait to see your face.
- [laughs] - No, I'm serious.
- Well, hello.
- Hey, what's up?
Look, I'm telling you the truth.
- BOTH: [laughing]
- You need to stop it. - No, I don't wanna stop.
- Yes, stop it, Richard.
Isn't there something you need to be doing, Freda?
- Yes. Thank you.
- Can you go do it? - Yes, ma'am.
- Hey, I'll see ya later? - FREDA: Yes.
- [laughs]
- Richard? - [sighs] What?
- You wanna tell me what that was about?
- Oh, I am taking her on a date.
- Are you now? - Yes.
- And what will your wife have to say about that?
- She doesn't get a say.
- Oh, no? - No.
- Is there something you wanna share?
- [chuckles] Nope.
But I am sure there is something you want to.
- I hope you know what you're doing.
- I do.
- Okay. - [chuckles]
- But know that I don't think this is wise.
- [sighs] Thank you for your counsel.
- ♪
- I know what happened, Richard.
- I know.
I'm sure she told you.
- Yes, she did.
- About Picky?
- Yeah.
Yeah, she told me how angry you are.
- Well, then you know I have the right to.
- Yeah, I get it.
- Good.
- But you have to understand.
She would never hurt you.
- Yeah, well, she did.
- Deliberately?
- Oh, you don't--you don't think sleeping with someone
and not telling me is not deliberate?
- That was a long time ago.
- Oh, well, she can't tell me who the father is.
- Okay. - Oh.
- Okay.
- Wait.
Do you know?
- No, I don't know.
- ♪
- Are you sure?
- Yes, I do not know.
- ♪
- You wouldn't tell me anyway.
- Richard.
- [sighs]
- All I'm gonna say is, you have to be careful with this.
- Yeah, I hear ya.
- These workplace relationships--
- I hired you, and trained you.
- Hey, hey, I'm not the enemy here.
- Well, stop acting like it.
- How am I acting like it?
- Get her to tell you the truth.
- How am I supposed to do that?
- I have to go.
- Richard!
- [birds chirping]
- [phone ringing]
- So?
- It's taken care of.
- Okay.
- I'm stopping by the house for lunch.
Do you have time to stop by?
- No, no, no, I've got too much to do here.
I gotta take care of this.
- You sure?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm sure.
- Okay.
- Hey, any--any word on Diane?
- I've got someone on her.
- Okay, well, what's she been up to?
- At home, no calls, nothing.
- You know what? I'm gonna try and call her.
- Okay, but she's not gonna fall for the bait.
- Oh, oh, Agent Flint,
you forget I can be very persuasive.
- Yes, you can be. You are a charmer.
- Alright, let me call this doctor, okay?
- Okay. Well, I'm just pulling up to our house anyways, so--
- Whoa, wait, you're at my house?
- I'm at our house.
- DONALD: [sighs] Why?
- Just here to drop off a few more things.
- Okay, you know what? I think we should just talk--
- She's not coming back.
- Yeah, I know that.
- Okay, so this is fine.
- Okay, what do the staffers think, huh, Kyle?
- Will you just trust me, please?
I mean, I'm tired of all this.
We need something more healthy than just our sex life.
Let's get into a healthy relationship already.
- You know what, hey, let's talk about it, okay?
- [sighs] That's your way of saying no.
- No, that's my way of saying let's talk about it.
When are you coming back?
- Right after lunch.
- Hurry. - Does that mean you miss me?
- Just hurry.
- I think you do.
- What have I done?
- Is that my husband you're talking to?
- What?
- Surprise.
- What are you doing here?
- I decided to come home.
- Did you now?
- Yes.
- [chuckles] Good.
It's good.
- Oh, you don't mean that.
- No, it's good to see you, Lilly.
- Are those your things?
- Yes, they are.
- Well, why don't you put them over there with the others?
- You put my things in a trash bag?
- Yes, I did.
They don't belong here.
- You don't belong here.
- Oh, see, that's where you're wrong, honey.
I do.
My money paid for half of this place.
- Lilly-- - Get out.
- What are you up to?
- I don't know what you mean.
- Just what the hell I said. What are you up to?
- I have no idea what you're referring to.
- Did you go to the FBI?
- You would know that, wouldn't you?
- Then where've you been?
- Kyle, I'm not telling you shit.
- You know-- - What?
- ♪
- Come on.
- I see.
- Yeah.
Tell me what you see.
- ♪
- I see.
- ♪
- Oh and, um, don't forget your trash bag.
- ♪
- [sighs]
- ♪
- [phone ringing]
- Mr. Winthrop's office.
- KYLE: Put him on the phone. - I'm sorry?
- KYLE: This is Kyle, put him on the phone.
- I'm sorry, sir, he's in with the president.
- Damn it.
- Take a message.
- No, I'm on my way there.
- ♪
- So what happened to you?
- You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
- Try me.
- Lilly shot me.
- What? - Yep.
- And how the hell did that happen?
- Paid to mark.
- Mark her?
- Yeah. Track her, get a little intel,
you know, get in and out, clean.
- What? - [grunts]
Yeah.
Somehow...I really started liking her.
- I hate it when that happens.
- Crazy, right?
- Yeah, it is.
- Who paid you?
- The same guy that shot you.
- Kyle?
- ♪
- Why?
- He hates her and he's sleeping with her husband.
- Chief of Staff?
- Yeah. - Wow.
- Crazy, right?
- Yep.
It's quite the tangled web, isn't it?
- Yeah, it is.
And Kyle shot you and Agent Yuma in Denise's store.
- That's right.
- We gotta take him down.
- Yeah, we do.
How you healing up?
- I'm good.
You?
- Better every day.
- That's good.
[groans]
- ♪
- What you got, cowboy?
- Tell me what you know about Kyle?
- You tell me what you know about him.
- He tried to kill me.
- He tried to kill me too.
- No, he hired you.
- He's young like you, cap.
I know how to work both sides and the middle.
- You see, that's exactly what bothers the shit out of me.
- Mm, why is that?
- You know him.
- You know him, too.
- Not like you do.
Talk.
- Military.
We served together.
- Go on.
- Went on to join the Secret Service together.
- You see, you're talking right now,
but you're not saying a whole lot.
- You see, Kyle, he's a wildcard.
When we were 20 years old, we got really drunk
and I let him go down on me.
Is that what you wanna know, Max?
- Do you love him?
- [laughs] You're funny.
- Is that funny? - Yeah, it is.
- See, I thought it was a good question.
He is sleeping with the Chief of Staff.
- Yeah, but I'm here with his wife.
- Not anymore, are you?
- Okay.
Alright.
You wanna shoot me?
Go ahead.
- I may, if you don't tell me what's really going on.
- You've been trained to use your instincts, Agent.
I suggest you do what you gotta do.
- Just don't forget...I can kill you anytime I want.
- Well, you won't have to, because we're on the same team,
my friend. - [chuckles]
No, we're not.
I never got head from Kyle.
- [chuckles] Well, you ain't missing nothing.
- I--I really don't care to know.
- Trust is a hard thing, Max.
Believe me, I know.
But whether you like it or not, we are in this together.
And I don't like it no more than you do.
- I might need some time on that.
- Well, you take all the time you need.
She should have called by now.
- Oh, Donald.
- Okay, so-- - I don't know, man.
- Will you just relax, okay?
- I'm trying.
- You know what? Let me refresh your drink, huh?
- I got a drink, Donald.
That's not gonna help.
My son just killed three people, my daughter is...
God knows where.
- What happened, sir?
- Victoria's parents.
- O...kay.
Where did they take her?
- I don't know.
I just need-- - What do you need, sir?
Tell me what you need, 'cause I will get it for you.
- I need Denise.
Can you, um...can you get me, Denise, Donald?
- I'm sorry, sir.
- You just--you don't get it.
- Get what, sir? Tell me, tell me, what don't I get, hmm?
- ♪
- When I was...having sex with Denise,
I felt...
powerful.
- Well, sir, you are the President of the United States.
- ♪
- And? - DONALD: Which means...
you are powerful, hmm?
- ♪
- I'm a -- pawn.
- No, no, no, sir.
- Yeah, Donald, I'm, uh, I'm just here to do
Victoria's parents' bidding.
- Okay, sir, listen-- - No, listen to me.
I want to do what I wanna do.
- Okay, now I need you to listen to me.
Okay?
You've been in this position for some time now.
If you really wanna flex that power,
let's start scheduling some meetings, huh?
- Uh, that bitch went in that press room
just went crazy. - No, no, no, sir,
I need you to focus, okay?
- Are you saying I'm not focused?
- No, what I'm saying is that we should start scheduling
some meetings, appointing new cabinet members,
thereby gaining more power, hmm?
Sir, who are you calling?
Who are you calling, hmm?
- Yeah, come see me.
- Sir?
Sir. - You can leave, Donald.
- Sir, we have got to schedule these meetings, sir, okay?
We've been waiting-- - Well, just--just--you
can leave, Donald. - No, sir--
- Donald.
I'm not gonna say it again.
You can leave.
- ♪
- You wanted to see me, sir? - No, no, you--
- I just called her, Donald. - Sir, sir.
- Donald, you can leave.
I'm not gonna say it again.
- Yes, sir.
- ♪
- Is that a bruise under your hair?
- No.
- Ellie, what is that?
- Nothing.
- Somebody hurt you? - No.
I was texting and I walked into a door.
It's kind of embarrassing, I thought I covered it, so...yeah.
- ♪
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- Alright.
Well, come here.
What?
- I told you this was on my terms.
- Yeah, yeah, whatever.
I'm really stressed, come on.
- Then have that drink, Hunter.
I'm not your whore.
- [scoffs] Lillie.
- Ellie.
- Are you serious? - Yes.
- If I wanted to be in an argument,
I'd be upstairs with my wife.
- Oh. Okay.
- Mm-hmm. Mm.
Oh, you think you got this job because you're super smart
and spunky and have a real grasp of geopolitical--
- [knocking at door] - What?
- ♪
- Donald, get out of here.
- Come on, get up, let's go.
- Do not--Donald, you are trying my patience now.
- Go, you have everything you came in with?
- Yes. - You got your underwear?
Do you have your underwear? - Yes, sir.
- Okay, thank you, goodbye, you can thank me later, goodbye.
- What the -- was that?
- You're not doing this, sir? - Doing what?
- That little girl, she would get pissed,
and she would bring this whole place down,
do you understand? - No, she won't.
- I said you're not doing it.
Now get up.
We're going to a cabinet meeting.
- Donald.
- I said get yourself up right now.
- I gotta zip my fly.
Don't want the cabinet...to be embarrassed.
- ♪
- Hey, come on. - Allan, I don't wanna talk--
- Come on, come here. Come here.
- ♪
- Listen, what did he say? - Nothing.
- So you believed him?
- Leave me alone, Allan.
- You believed that he really was in love with you?
- Will you stop it?
- [scoffs] I--I told you.
Alright. - Told me what?
- That that man does not care about you.
- I know that. - Oh, great, okay.
You know it now.
She knows it now, everybody. - ELLIE: Allan.
- Alright, look, you're brainwashed.
- And you're an asshole. - Me? [laughs]
Okay, I'm the asshole.
- You're just jealous, Allan.
Can't stand the fact that somebody else actually wants me.
- Is that why you're coming down the hallway with that look
on your face? Hmm?
'Cause he really wants you?
Ellie, you're -- crazy.
- Yeah, well, he's better than you, okay?
- What are you doing? - Allan, I--
I don't want you, okay? - Come on,
why are you doing this to us?
- I--maybe--maybe we just need to call this what it is,
okay, Allan? Maybe he-- - What's that?
- You were my ticket, and I was your trophy,
and that's all we ever were.
- You don't mean that, huh?
You're really gonna tell me that right now?
- Allan, please.
- You just wanna hurt me.
That's it, right?
- I just wanna hurt you?
Wow, Allan.
Why didn't I think of that, huh?
That's really what you think this is about?
You're more of an asshole than I thought.
- [scoffs] I don't know why we can't just sit down
and talk about this.
- I'm gonna leave now.
- Can we please just talk?
- ♪
- Have a good day, sweetheart.
- ♪
- [sighs]
- Now that's what I will expect.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Do you have somewhere to be?
- Well, ma'am, we've been sitting here
for more than an hour.
- Yes, we have.
And she has still not brought me that tea!
- I'll check on it, ma'am. - No, no, I'll go.
- Ma'am? - Yes?
- I will check on it. - Wow.
I love it.
- What's that, ma'am?
- How you take charge.
- Well, thank you, ma'am.
- You know it's hard for a woman like me,
who's strong-willed, to take a direction from anyone,
especially a man.
- Well, I'm sorry, ma'am.
- No, no, I like it.
And call me Victoria.
- I'll be right back, ma'am.
- Victoria.
- Okay.
- ♪
- [laughs]
- Sir.
- Hey.
Have you seen Priscilla?
She was supposed to bring tea to the First Lady.
- Oh, no, well, she just made some, I'll bring it.
- Oh, no, no, no.
Can you make some more?
- Um, sure.
- Okay.
- Sam, are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Okay. - Hey, can you bring it?
I'll tell her you're remaking it.
- Okay. - Thanks.
And wash the teapot, clean it really well, okay?
- Okay. - Thanks.
- Hey. Sam, what's going on?
- Nothing.
It's good to have you back.
I gotta get back upstairs.
- ♪
- [door slams shut]
- [knocking at door] - Yeah, come in.
- [sighs] Hi. - So?
- I need to talk to you.
- Okay, what is it?
- I should have taken her out.
- Taken who out, Kyle?
- Lilly. - What?
- She's back at your house, yeah.
- Are you serious? - Yes.
And I should have killed her.
- Why didn't you?
- Because she has help too, and I don't know
who it is. - No, I don't think Lilly--
- It could be the DOJ or the FBI, Donald.
- Okay, relax, okay, 'cause if it was, we'd know.
You know how that goes, right?
- Well, why else would she come back?
- I don't know, but I will find out.
- [sighs] I don't like it.
- Just relax.
- ♪
- Why are you so calm about this?
- Because I know that you know that these are
all his appointees.
So it's fine.
- I don't know that. - Kyle...
look, could you just tell me about the girl's body
that was in the trunk, hmm?
- I got it done.
- Look, Kyle, I don't want another Max situation,
you understand me? I don't want--
- Look, this will be fine.
- Yeah, you say that, but you know what happens
when you're not thorough. - Sir?
- What is it, Allan? - Wife is on line three.
- Okay.
- I'll put her through, sir.
- You've got to be kidding me.
- Hello.
- How are you?
- I should be asking you that, now, shouldn't I?
- Well, I thought about it, and...
I don't wanna lose everything that we've built.
- Really happy to hear you say that.
- I will not say a word. - Thank you.
- But there are some things that I need from you.
- Anything.
- Kyle cannot be around me.
Ever.
- Done.
- And I don't want you to help me with my career anymore.
Donald, that is the only thing that I have, okay?
- I get it, okay?
- Okay.
- So where are you?
- I'm at home.
- Okay, well, would you like to have a glass of wine later?
- LILLY: Yes.
- Well, I'll come home right after I get off.
- Okay.
- I love you.
- I love you, too.
[scoffs] And that pisses me off.
- What the hell?
- I guess she's home, huh?
- What did she say?
- She said that she'll play the game.
- [laughs] No. - Kyle.
- She is setting you up.
- Okay, how could she be doing that, huh?
- As I said, she probably went to the FBI or the DOJ.
- And as I said, if she did, I would know that, right? Right?
- ♪
- She's up to something, clearly.
- Okay, whatever she's up to will clearly get her killed.
- I don't like it. - Hey, hey, hey, hey,
just relax, okay? Hey, listen to me, it's fine.
Okay? It's fine. - It is not fine, Donald.
She is up to something.
- Why can't it be that she just realizes how good she has it?
- Yeah, okay.
Well, I will appreciate that when I know where she's been
for the past few days.
- And I will get her to tell me, okay?
Calm down, alright?
Too urgent. [laughs]
- ♪
- She will lie to you. - And I will know it.
- Donald-- - DONALD: Hey--
- Please, Donald, please, don't do this to us.
- Kyle, listen to me, okay?
I--we...need her, okay?
Besides, she can never, ever love me
the way that you do, okay?
Come here.
- ♪
- Uh.
- What the-- - Uh, I'm sorry, sir.
- VICTORIA: Next on "The Oval..."
- Tell me what you saw.
- I didn't see anything, sir.
- Dr. Meadows is a respected psychologist, sir.
- When did doctors get so beautiful?
- You don't have something that you want to tell me?
- What are you talking about now?
- When were you gonna tell me you was pregnant?
- And the First Lady, she asked me to be her new lead guy.
I'm thinking about taking it.
- You do what's best for you.
- So you forgive me?
- I'll think about it. - Come on.
- We need to go to your house. - Look, why?
- Something's off.
- If she don't call me within the next 30 minutes,
I'm going out there. - I'm with you.
- ♪