- You're incredibly sexy,
and I want you to make love to me.
- MALE NARRATOR: Previously on "The Oval"--
- Can we just start over, honey?
- As soon as you tell me who the father is.
- I can help your son, that's what's important,
but with all due respect, I'm in demand.
- I believe that.
- Just know I love you, and I'm here for you always.
- And I for you, but this is goodbye.
- I thought about your offer,
I'll meet you at the White House,
a nice public place.
- Yes, bring that ass to the White House.
- ♪
- Good morning. - Good morning.
- How'd you sleep?
- Well.
- That's great, that's great.
- Did you leave here last night?
- Yeah, yeah, you know what, to go--uh, to go into the office.
- Is everything okay?
- Yeah, everything-- everything's fine.
You want breakfast?
- I told her already.
- Okay, okay.
- Did you see the news this morning?
- Which news?
- The news about the President's mistress.
- Ah, you have got to be kidding me.
- No.
I saw a promo for a special that they're doing.
- DONALD: What? - About the two agents
that shot each other at her store.
- What did you say?
- Yeah, they're putting that together,
and asking a lot of questions about her,
and how she died.
- Well, you know what,
I guess I better get into the office, huh?
- Donald?
- Lilly.
- Did the President kill that woman?
- Hm, no way.
- Then why did I hear that?
- DONALD: I don't know what you think you heard, honey.
- I heard you and Kyle talking about it.
- Okay, Lilly, you really, really need to let that go.
- Look, Donald, I came back here for you,
so I need you to tell me.
- Sweetie, there's nothing for me to tell, okay?
He did nothing to anyone.
- Yes, so, I mean, these-- these two agents,
they were really having an affair with her?
- Yeah.
You know, Lilly, I really don't like this line of questioning
that I'm receiving right now.
- Well, look, Donald,
I just wanna know what I'm into
and how deep it goes.
- Well, sweetie, as long as you're on my side,
you've got nothing to worry about, okay?
- Okay.
- Good, gotta go to work.
You smell like heaven.
Whoo, a good woman!
- What a -- liar.
- MAN: Ladies and gentlemen, the President and First Lady.
- ♪ Feels like I'm running out of time ♪
♪ You gotta 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 ♪♪
- ♪
- [phone rings]
- Yeah?
- LILLY: Hi.
- Damn, Lilly!
- LILLY: I'm sorry.
- You have to check in.
- I'm sorry, I know.
- BOBBY: Are you okay?
- Yeah.
Did you see the expose they're gonna do on the news?
- Yeah, I saw it.
- LILLY: I asked him about it.
- What?
- LILLY: Yeah.
- Lilly, you have to be patient and careful.
- I am.
- BOBBY: Not asking those types of questions you're not.
- I am.
- Look, if you spook him, he'll come after you.
- I'm fine.
All except for missing you.
When can I see you?
- I'm sure they'll be watching you all day.
- Yeah, I know.
- BOBBY: I could come there.
- You sure?
- Yeah, your coverage guys are lame.
- LILLY: And how are you getting in here?
- I'm Bobby, baby. - [chuckles]
Yeah, well, come.
- BOBBY: Okay.
- I need to see you.
- I can't wait.
- [clearing throat]
Do you, uh, really think that's smart?
- I got it.
- You got it.
I've been thinking,
the way that cult walked up on us last night.
- Oh, come on, Max,
you can't still be talking about that cult, man.
Look, they're harmless, alright?
- No, look, I know that you think
that this is the best place to be, but we're
sitting ducks out here. - How?
We have three ridges overlooking everything,
we can see anybody coming from a mile away.
Nobody knows we're here.
- Tell me something,
what happens if Lilly or Diane do let it slip?
- Why would they do that?
- I don't know, you know those women, right?
I don't.
You might be willing to bet your life on them,
but I'm not willing to bet mine.
Alright, you know what, look, man,
I'm gonna get out of here,
and, uh, I'll be in touch, alright?
This is for the best.
- BOBBY: Max?
Max, hold on!
- What?
- I need you, I can't do this alone.
- Then you need to listen to me.
I don't like sitting here like this.
We don't have enough weapons.
And I wanna know everything.
- You want me to tell you everything?
- Everything.
- Okay, you want weapons?
I got weapons, come on.
- ♪
- Close the door.
Help me with this.
- ♪
- Close it.
- ♪
♪
- Where the hell did these come from?
- I'm Bobby.
Now, look, I gotta go.
You make sure you lock up,
and, um, try not to blow yourself up, alright?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it.
- ♪
- The whole time?
- BOBBY: The whole time.
- ♪
- You're an asshole.
- [phone ringing]
- Hello?
- Hey, it's Diane.
- PRISCILLA: Girl.
- Girl, I know.
- How are you?
- Honestly, not doing too good, how are you?
- Not good.
- DIANE: What's going on?
- I--I can't talk on the phone.
- Yeah, neither can I.
Can I come by?
- Yeah, yeah, sure.
- DIANE: Okay, I will try to get there
before you leave for work.
- Oh, no, no, no, take your time,
I'm not even going in today.
- DIANE: Oh, you're not?
- Mm-mm.
- You not going to work, it must be bad.
- PRISCILLA: I'll see you when you get here.
- See you soon.
- ♪
- [phone ringing]
- SAM: Yeah?
- Yeah, you got it?
- Got what?
- The 9-1-1 calls.
- SAM: Ah, you emailed them?
- JAKE: Yeah.
- Let me check. - JAKE: Okay.
- Yeah, I got them.
- Alright, good,
you need anything else, let me know.
- SAM: Sure. - Well, look, alright I gotta--
- SAM: Jake. - Yeah?
- There's nothing on it.
- JAKE: What do you mean, I just heard them?
- Where did you hear them?
- JAKE: Here, at the office.
- Secure that server.
- Look, man, the guys just took it away.
- SAM: Ah, Jake, go get it, please, and secure it.
- Okay.
- I'll come down and get it on my way to work.
- JAKE: Okay. - Alright, thanks.
- Sam, what's going on?
- [sighing] I don't know.
- JAKE: No, no, there's something going on.
- Not on this phone.
- JAKE: Yeah, I got you.
- Alright, I'll see you in a bit.
- JAKE: Yeah.
- ♪
- You're gonna be late for work.
- I'm not going.
- Oh, did you call in?
- PRISCILLA: Sam!
- Just asked.
- ♪
- I can't believe you thought
that I would be so blind with rage for that woman that
I wouldn't be able to see that something was going on here.
- Priscilla.
- No, no, you know I'm right.
- I'm not doing anything.
- Just go to work.
Just go! - Priscilla.
- PRISCILLA: Please don't piss me off
with this mother -- knife in my hand,
now just go to work, Samuel!
- ♪
- Miss me with that bullshit.
- ♪
- Good morning, I made you breakfast.
- ♪
- Dad, you don't hear mommy talking to you?
- I'll eat at work.
- Come on, man, just--just sit down.
- RICHARD: Hey, listen,
what time are you suppose to bring that money?
- Dad, how long are you going to ignore mommy?
- Ma, can you tell him who the father is, please?
- She doesn't have to.
I figured it out.
- ♪
- For real?
- What time are you bringing that money?
- Tonight at 9.
- Okay, I'll be home to go with you.
- Dad, I don't need you to go with me.
- I'll see you later.
- Ma, please tell him who Picky's father is.
Dad, hold on.
- Do you want me to bring you some lunch?
- Damn, that was cold.
- Where's Sharon?
- I don't know, and I don't care.
- Stop lying, you do care.
- What, like daddy cares about you?
- Are you kidding me?
- Well, you see how he walked out of here.
- Don't you be disrespectful.
- I'm not being disrespectful,
but you need to go 'head and tell him who the father is.
- Boy!
Try me!
- Ma.
- You got one more mother -- time to be disrespectful.
- You need to save that anger for dad.
- You done lost your damn mind talking to me like that.
- Okay.
- I'm sick of this shit.
- Get up!
- What time is it?
- Time for you to go.
- Ah, okay.
- Yeah, hurry up.
- You don't have to be an asshole about it.
- No, it's easier to be an asshole.
- ♪
- On second thought, ooh, you are sexy.
- And you're an asshole.
- Thank you.
- Aren't you gonna ask me how I'm doing?
- Are you kidding me?
I'm trying to get out of here before your lover comes back.
- KYLE: No, if you wanted to leave,
you would have left when I went out last night.
- DALE: You locked me in here.
- And then there's that.
You really don't wanna know how I'm doing?
- Judging by all the drugs and alcohol,
it seems like you're doing fine.
- Well, you're not that country if you know what all of this is.
Am I gonna see you again?
- Are you kidding me?
You're an asshole.
- Dale, Dale?
I'm a nice guy.
- Good for you.
-- off!
Can you open the front door, please?
- What if I wanted to keep you locked in here and handcuffed
to that wall over there?
- I have to go to work, so.
- Could be really fun.
[grunting]
Why don't you keep it?
You know, go on, come back any time you like,
I usually get off pretty late.
- No.
- Enjoy the pharmacy.
- How did you know that?
- Well, I'm Secret Service, Dale,
we know everything.
Like I know that I will be seeing you later.
- ♪
- [knock at door]
- So, you knocking now?
- I didn't wanna scare you.
- Thank you.
- Sure.
- I missed you.
I'm glad you're alright.
- Yeah, I'll be a lot better once we get this done.
Come. - No.
Put this on the bed.
- What is this?
- Just put it on the bed.
- ♪
- What is it?
- Just wanna make sure the place isn't bugged.
- You think he'd do that?
- They do everything.
- Oh no, Donald is very adamant
about not having that kind of stuff in this house, so.
- Okay, good.
You just make sure you check it every day.
- ♪
- Okay.
- ♪
- You know, knowing that Kyle was here,
you know the idea of you getting hurt, and just--
- Come on.
- Lilly, I, uh--I don't think--
- I want you.
- ♪
♪
- So, I think we should post something on social media
about your mother's passing.
- Yes.
- Would you like to write something?
You know we can always-- - No, no, no, no.
You do it. - Yes, ma'am.
- Now, I need to do something visible,
something with kids.
- Okay, what about Harriet Tubman?
- Harriet?
That's a black school.
- Yes, ma'am.
- In the ghetto.
- Well, it's an urban area,
and it would show your support for people of color.
- I don't care about that.
- Okay.
- I don't wanna be around any bad ass kids.
Rats and roaches all over my good shit.
- You're joking, ma'am, right? [giggling]
- Yes.
- Don't you think it would be great
for the inner city children to see a black First Lady?
- Well, they saw Michelle, and she actually liked them.
Take me to a private school.
- Yes, ma'am.
And as for your mother's memorial?
- Put out a statement,
and say that I am grieving in private,
and that'll be all I have to say about that.
Write that she was wonderful and make up some other bullshit,
I don't know.
- Yes, ma'am.
- You may leave.
- Hey.
- What do you want?
- Hey, honey,
um, don't forget we have to meet with Dr. Meadows today.
- Oh, yes, about our little serial killer.
- About our son.
- Same difference.
Hunter, are you high?
- So high.
I can't feel my face.
Hey, um, make sure to park your broom outside the Oval,
we don't wanna scare the therapist.
[grunting] - Hunter.
- HUNTER: I'll be, uh--I don't know where I'm going.
I'm up!
- He's a -- idiot.
- ♪
- PRISCILLA: Hey!
- Hey, girl.
- PRISCILLA: Oh, this must be bad.
- What?
- You taking the day off work?
- Oh, girl, it's fine.
- Looks like we both had a rough past few days.
Oh, I brought wine.
- This early? - [chuckling]
- How about we start with coffee first?
- Girl, I know it's early, but I need it.
- Come on. - [laughing]
- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
- I definitely needed coffee.
- [giggling]
- Thank you. - Here you go.
- [phone vibrating]
- Sam's calling.
- I'll call him back.
- What'd he do?
- We are here to talk about you.
- Okay, fine, Priscilla, that president.
- I know.
- Oh, and that wife of his.
She is a-- - Bitch!
- Grade A.
- What?
- What's that look for?
- Oh, girl, you are such a publicist,
never miss a thing.
She didn't do anything.
- Mm-hm, you sure about that?
- Yeah, other than being nasty and demanding.
- But you deal with that all the time.
- Can you please stop being a publicist?
- Press Secretary.
- Yeah, whatever, don't try and spin me.
- I'm not trying to do that.
And, technically, I was a Press Secretary.
- Right, I'm sorry.
- It's fine.
Listen, Donald called me, and he wants to see me.
- What?
- Yeah, so I'm going in.
- Diane.
- What?
- Be careful.
- You know I will.
- Ooh. I don't like this at all.
- I know, I know.
So, here.
Take this.
- What's this?
- ♪
- If something happens to me, I need you to give that to Sam.
- Well, what is it?
- Priscilla, Sam is a good man,
and he will always do the right thing.
If you don't hear from me by 5,
I need to make sure that you give that to him.
- You know what, Diane, I--I--I don't like this.
This doesn't feel good.
- Honey, I'm fine.
- Okay. - Okay.
Thank you.
- Of course.
- [door opens]
- Come on, kid, not now.
- Hi.
Look, I know you had to have had a rough night,
and apparently a busy one
because you didn't answer the phone.
- Yeah.
Really busy night, okay,
now why don't you go upstairs for me.
- I would love to do that,
but I have to go to the Oval for a therapy session.
- Then you should go and do that, Jason.
- No, but I needed to talk to you, okay?
- Look, you can't keep coming in here
talking about your father, man.
- Look, look, Allan,
I know where they keep all the weapons, okay?
- Would you stop it?
- No, really, it would be so-- - ALLAN: Okay.
- --so easy. - ALLAN: Hey, look, look!
I'm not gonna ask you again to stop, enough!
- ♪
- She really hurt you, Allan.
I can see it.
And, he--he humiliated you.
- Look, would you please
just go upstairs for me, please?
- Hey, Allan--
Jason.
- Hey, Donald.
- Hey.
What are you doing here, buddy?
- I was just on my way to the Oval.
- Okay.
- Have a good one.
- Yeah, you too. - Take care, Jason.
- ♪
- You know him?
- No, not really, sir,
he just stops in from time to time.
- Why is that?
- I have no idea, sir, honestly.
- Okay, Allan, what-- what's going on with you, huh?
- I'm okay, really.
- DONALD: Yeah?
- I am.
- My door's always open, Allan, you know that, right?
- I appreciate it. - DONALD: Okay.
Hey, get me some coffee. - ALLAN: Right away.
- Oh, and Diane Wilmont, she's at clearance,
you get her in here for me?
- Not a problem. - DONALD: Thank you.
- ♪
- [knock at door]
- Yeah, come in.
- ♪
- You wanted to see me, sir?
- Well, you took your sweet time, didn't you?
- Well, I was, uh, a little busy this morning.
[laughs]
- Don't do that, Kyle, okay?
- What? - No.
Good, the press is running an expose on the President
and his mistress,
and I got a call asking for comments,
and this idiot fired the one person who can handle it.
- But she started it, sir.
- Yeah, I know that, Kyle.
- What do you want me to do about it?
- I want you to stop with this attitude,
that's what I want you to do.
- Forgive me, sir.
- You're an asshole, you know that, yeah.
- Yeah, well, if you can be with that woman,
then I can be a big giant-- - Shut up, Kyle.
Just--just--just shut up, alright, just shut up.
- Yes, sir.
- Someone is leaking real information
about what happened to them.
- Well, it could be Max.
Yeah, he's alive, and he attacked me,
that's why I had to put on make up
to come into work this morning.
- What the hell?
- Yeah, I know it's a problem, sir,
so you need to give me the all clear
so I can do what is necessary.
- Go nuclear, hm.
- Done.
- And Kyle...I don't ever want to see that boy again,
you understand me?
- Well, Donald, I don't ever wanna see your wife again,
understand me?
- Okay, I warned you.
- [phone ringing]
- Mr. President.
- HUNTER: Yeah?
- Diane Wilmont is gonna be paying us a visit today.
- HUNTER: Who? Oh, yeah.
- Listen, sir, I need you onboard with me on this one,
okay? She's working with someone,
and all I need you to say is,
you want her to come back, and fix this.
- HUNTER: Now, what do I get out of it?
- Your freedom, sir.
- HUNTER: That's a crock of shit.
- Sir.
- HUNTER: Okay, I will tell her that I want her to come back.
- Thank you, sir.
- Hello. - Hi.
- So, today, we're-- Hi, there.
Today, we're going to talk about--
- We know why we're here.
- Let the woman speak.
- If you were so concerned about her speaking,
you wouldn't be staring at her breasts.
- Well, they're really nice, dear.
They stand up all by themselves.
- Oh, well, so would mine if I paid for them.
- That can be arranged.
You looked shocked.
- None of this is helpful.
- Oh, we're here to be helpful?
- Yes, you are. - Mm.
So, tell me how we're to do that with this little murderer?
- Victoria. - What?
She should know everything.
- I do.
- So, how are we to help him
without sending him to an asylum?
- Jason?
How does this make you feel,
hearing your parents and your mother talk this way?
- My mother hates me.
I see it every time she looks at me.
She screams at me, she--she hits me.
I remember when I was five years old,
I didn't see them for a year.
They missed my birthday, they missed all the holidays.
When I asked her why she did that,
she said I needed to grow the hell up,
they were out on the campaign trial, okay?
They only brought us out when they needed photos.
- Okay, you know what, this is bullshit!
- Mrs. Franklin, he is speaking from his heart, okay?
- This little mother -- has no heart.
He kills people.
- It is very important that you understand--
- You know what? I'm not gonna sit here,
and allow you to blame me for every damn thing.
- Is that what you heard?
- VICTORIA: Yes, it is.
You know what, you deal with this spawn,
I'm not putting up with this.
I'm leaving.
- Jason.
- No, see, I told you,
she won't take responsibility for anything.
- How about you and I,
we will continue alone in the office down the hall, okay?
- Yeah. [mumbling]
Whatever.
- Sorry about my wife,
she's--uh, she's a piece of work.
- Yeah, I see.
- Hey, you know, um, maybe after you and Jason meet,
you come back, and we could, um, I don't know,
talk about his progress.
- Yeah, sure.
- Good luck, Dr. Meadows.
Oh, I'd like to play in that meadow.
- [knock at door]
- Come in.
- Sir, Ms. Wilmont's here to see you.
- DONALD: Diane. - Donald.
- Please, have a seat.
- Thank you.
So, how are you?
- Oh, not too well, Diane.
- And why is that?
- Oh, come on, Diane,
you started a shit show around here, huh?
- Have I?
- Diane, you've seen the news,
and you are the only on that can fix this.
- So, are you offering me my job back?
- Yes, yes, I am. - Mm.
And what does Mr. President have to say about that?
- Oh, well, Mr. President--
Mr. President is on board, trust me.
- Well, I would need to hear that from him.
- Well, shall we go talk to him right now?
- Are you serious?
- Dead serious. Diane. Come on, let's go.
Yeah, come on. - Okay.
- How was your trip up, traffic busy?
- Oh, the usual.
- Yeah, well, ladies first. - Thank you.
- Alright.
After you. Mr. President. - Yes?
- Diane Wilmont.
- Oh, yeah.
- Right this way, Diane.
- Thank you.
- Sir, I was just explaining to Diane
that you would love for her to come back to the White House
and take over her rightful position as Press Secretary.
- Yes, that--that is--uh, that is correct.
- See, there you have it, let's get to work, Diane, huh?
- Am I allowed to ask a question?
- No--
Sure.
- Why?
- Why what, Diane? I don't understand.
- No. I asked him. - Oh no, you can talk to me.
- Ah, it's alright, I'll answer.
- DONALD: Sir, no.
- It's alright.
I know when I'm whipped.
You got me, however you want me, you win.
So, um, how you gonna fix this?
- First, I need you to tell me
why I found the panties of a dead girl on that sofa.
- No.
- And why Agent Pickens, who by the way is still alive,
said you tried to have him killed to cover it up?
- No, no, Diane, that's not true,
that's not--that's not true. - Nah, I just--
That's--that's alright, I'll answer that.
- DIANE: Please do. - No, sir.
- Please. - No, don't, sir.
- My son is a very sick boy.
He decapitated that girl while she was in my bed
when I was in the bathroom.
- Sir, stop talking. - Anyway, I covered it up.
Actually, Donald covered it up,
I was just looking out for my son.
We're all in on it.
Oh, and I was--uh, I was banging your aid
until she tried to slip out of here with my DNA.
So, we gotta, uh, cover up a murder,
a sex scandal, botched assassination attempt,
and, um, I need a new squeeze.
So, anymore questions?
- No, no more questions.
And you have totally filled in all the blanks for me,
thank you for your honesty.
- My pleasure, how you gonna fix it?
- Well, I think I'll take this new information to the FBI.
- DONALD: Well, no, Diane that's not possible.
Sir--sir, he's-- - Sssssh. Quiet!
No one is going to the FBI.
I am the President of the United States,
and no one is gonna stand between me
and what is rightfully mine.
- Well, let me remind you of something, Hunter,
presidents do not have absolute power.
- Well, Diane, you're actually wrong about that.
- Am I? - 1973 OLM Memo,
confirmed by the Department of Justice in 2000
states the sitting president cannot be tried or convicted
of a crime while in office,
so you are shit out of luck.
Get this bitch out of my sight, Donald.
- Oh, I got your bitch, bitch.
And I will show you exactly how much power the president has.
Remember, this is still America.
- You're only American...
as long as you're still breathing.
- Diane, stop, Diane--
- That went well.
- Sir, we had a plan,
and you just complicated the entire thing.
- Donald, if I told you once,
I told you 100 -- times,
that bitch is your problem, deal with it.
- ♪
- I need you to take care of it,
and I need you to take care of it right now.
Right now, it has to happen right now, you understand me?
[sighing]
- ♪
- What? What?
Okay, I am on my way.
- ♪
♪
- [gasps]
- Freda. - Nope, uh-uh.
- No, no, no, I just-- I just came to apologize.
- Yeah, well, I don't wanna be in your drama.
- I--I know that, and that's fair.
- You love that woman, so you need to stop.
- Freda, I just want us to have a good time.
- Richard, that is not going to happen.
- [clearing throat] - Richard, I--
- Okay. Okay. - [clearing throat]
- I gotta get back to work, okay?
Hi, Sam.
- Will I see you later? - Bye, Richard.
- Damn.
- Ah, Rich.
- Did you know that Leon Picky was Nancy's son?
- What? What are you talking about?
- I've been doing the math.
Now, you and I both were in Iraq when she got pregnant,
and she didn't tell me.
- What?
Damn, Richard. - RICHARD: Yeah.
And you went home for one month
during the tour to your father's funeral.
- Yeah.
- Did you see her with anyone?
- No, I didn't.
- And the letters changed when--
- When what?
- When you came home.
- Richard, I was only gone for a month.
- I'm sorry to interrupt, sir.
- I need a second. One month.
- Nine months to the day that Picky was born.
- Richard. - Sam.
Is there something you wanna tell me?
- Si--sir?
The First Lady needs to see you right away.
Please. - I need a few minutes.
- AGENT: [chuckling]
I--I don't think she will wait a few minutes.
- Richard, we will talk, okay? - No, no, no, no, Sam.
- We'll talk.
- Sam!
- Sorry, Mr. Richard.
- Damn it.
- Ma'am, ma'am?
Are you okay?
- Kids, shit.
They blame me for everything.
- I'm sorry?
- ♪
- I just--
I'm just--[sobbing]
Just hold me.
- It'll be fine, ma'am.
- I know.
I always know that.
I noticed your wife isn't here.
Is anything wrong?
- No, ma'am, she just wasn't feeling her best.
- To be a Secret Service agent, Owen,
you should lie better.
- Ma'am?
- I think it's a lie.
- And how would you know that, ma'am?
- I'm turning you on.
-- doesn't lie, Sam.
- My heart is only for my wife.
- I don't want your heart, honey, she can have that.
- Victoria.
- Don't be shy.
- ♪
- Victoria. - There he is.
- ♪
- [moaning]
- ♪
- [moaning]
- Move, and I'll blow your brains out.
- MALE NARRATOR: Next on, "The Oval"--
- DONALD: You ain't gon' shoot me,
I'm the Chief of Staff.
- You wanna bet?
- And your wife thinks you're faithful.
- Ma'am? - What?
- Don't play this game.
- You really have no idea what it's like, do you?
The girl like me getting caught up with a guy like you.
It's just all fun and games for you, isn't it, Hunter?
- You're gonna tell me who is helping you.
- [saw whirs] - [screaming]
- The only thing I wanna hear from you
is who the father of that boy is.
- I'm ready to tell you.
- ♪