- When I die, neither of you will have a soul to protect you.
- I have an agent that I need to get to safety.
- She's in bed with the chief of staff.
She can help us bring down the whole administration.
-The boy needs help.
- That's what they said about Dahmer, Gacy, and Bundy.
- He forced me against my will. That is kidnapping.
- Kidnapping is what you did to Callie.
-Did you have sex with her today?
- Cilla, please-- - You better get out of my house
and don't you ever come back here.
Where is Jean, Victoria?
- Oh!
He's a - - serial killer!
- I'm just trying to find my son.
- You wanna leave her alive?
- Who's this? - Get out of here.
- Who is he?
- Someone who needs to not exist.
- You're really thinking about taking him off.
- It's either them or us.
- I think I'll take this new information to the FBI.
- Deal with it.
- Go!
- Go, go, go.
- Get him down! Get him down!
Close the curtains! Close them!
Ma'am, sit. Stay down here.
Are you hurt? - No, I'm all right.
- Sir, are you hurt?
- No, I'm fine. It's not my blood.
- Sir, let me look at you--
- I'm fine. Get your hands off me.
- Sir...
- It's not my blood.
- Okay, Hunter, will you just please let him look at you?
- Yes, come back?
Yes, I'm with FLOTUS and POTUS.
They're both secure. - Whose blood is that?
- Agent Morris, ma'am.
- What?
- He was killed.
- Someone died?
- Yes, ma'am.
- And this was meant for him?
- Yeah, don't be so sure it wasn't meant for you.
- No, I'm pretty damn sure it was meant for you.
- We have secured your son.
- -- that little bastard. - Victoria!
- Can I go upstairs now?
- We are securing the perimeter, ma'am.
- Wonder who did this. - He's been captured, sir.
- The gunman? I wanna see him.
- Sir-- - I want that gunman
brought to me. Do you hear me, Donald?
- It's not a good idea, sir.
- He just took a shot at the president of the United States.
I want to see him!
- Do you know what? Sam, just--just do it, okay?
- Get the press secretary in here to handle this mess.
- You were just almost assassinated,
and now you wanna -- her?
- Just do it. - I'm going upstairs.
- Ma'am, we are not secure yet. - I'm not the target.
That asshole is, okay? I'm going upstairs.
- Ma'am, you will sit here until I tell you it's safe.
- Just listen to your little...
- His little what?
- Just listen to him.
- Go on, say it. His little what?
- Can--can we not do this right now?
- No, hm? You can't do it
because everything he has is much larger than yours.
- Don't. - I'm going upstairs.
- Ma'am...I'm not gonna tell you again to remain seated.
-Ladies and gentlemen, the president and first lady.
- How do you get her to obey like that?
- A large penis.
- Ma'am...
- Donald.
We know all about large penises, don't we?
- Sam, perhaps we can secure this a little bit faster?
- Yes, sir, we're all over it. -Thank you.
- Yes, you do.
Look at him, Sam.
He wants to be all over you.
- Victoria, will you stop it?
- Okay, dear.
- No, Donald's not gay.
- Oh, right.
And neither is your aunt Harvey, right?
- You know what? Get her out of here or I will.
- Yes, sir. Come, ma'am.
- Yes.
Now, that?
That's what I wanna do.
-Oh my god.
She is impossible. - Okay.
Sir, are you okay?
I'm fine, Donald.
Why does she always do that to you?
- Do what, sir?
- Make all those homosexual references?
- You know your wife, sir.
- Yeah, I do.
- She's just trying to get up underneath my skin.
It never really works.
- Yeah. I hear you. I know her well.
- Yes, sir. - I need a drink.
- You know what? I'll get it.
- I can get my own drink, Donald.
- Not near the windows, sir!
- The--the bar is near the window.
- Sir? - You know what?
I'll get it, okay?
- I can't let you do that either.
- Well, Agent, I need to get a drink.
No, don't start. Stop talking to people.
- Sir? - I'll go get--
- I can't do that.
- Do you wanna get fired? - Sir.
- Do you want a promotion? - I'm sorry. I can't do that.
- I need a cocktail. I need you to get--
Donald, can you help me, here?
-Sir-- - Okay, fine, fine, fine.
- Sorry, sir.
- Do you wanna be a hero? You want a medal?
Bring me a drink. - Thank you, sir.
- Dale!
- Is he not here?
- I don't know. I'll find him, though.
Just--just go find-- - Dale!
- Would you just go find your purse?
- Where is he? - I don't know,
but he should be in the front, these people
gonna steal everything up out of this damn store.
Dale! - Don't be mad at him.
He probably just went to the bathroom.
And don't be trying taking to take it out on me, either.
- I ain't takin' nothin' out on you.
I ain't mad at you.
- Yes, you are. I can see it.
- No, he should just be at the front of this damn store.
- Look, I'm--I'm sure he's around here somewhere.
Calm down.
- You trust everybody.
You know, that's your problem.
- Don't--don't start with me.
- I'm just saying, you trust the wrong people, Sharon.
- Okay, you want to make this about Barry.
- How about you just get your purse
so I can drop you off at the house. How bout that?
- I'm going to my sister's.
- Tell me that as if I care anymore, Sharon.
- Look, I was just in an accident.
You're acting like you don't care about me at all, actually.
- I just asked you to marry me.
- You know what? I don't got time for this.
- And you said no.
- Can you-- - Yep!
I'll go find your purse.
- Thank you! - Where did you leave it?
- It's in the back. - All right.
- Damn. Shit.
Oh my god. -What?
- Oh my god, Dale!
Dale!
Oh my god. Dale!
- Oh, shit, call an ambulance. Call an ambulance.
- Yes, we need an ambulance at Richardson Pharmacy.
Someone has been shot. Yes, 34 Cherry Hill Lane.
Yes. How long will you be?
Please. Please hurry, please.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
You can go anywhere you want.
You don't have to stay.
- No, I'm not leaving you here alone, Ellie.
- He's not coming back here.
- And how do you know that?
- I just do.
- So does that mean that you spoke to the president?
- Don't do this now.
- You know, I really hope
someone kills that son of a bitch.
- You need to stop saying that before someone hears you
and throws you in jail.
- I don't care. It's the truth.
All right, I hope someone shoots that man.
- Okay.
- Look at you.
You're trash, Ellie, you know that?
- I'm trash? - Yeah. Trash.
- What are you doing here then?
Huh, Allan?
If I'm such trash.
Why don't you leave?
- What am I doing-- - The door is open.
- I'm not leaving! - You packed.
- It doesn't matter if I packed or not, okay?
Because my name is on the lease.
Remember that?
- Is that the only reason you're still here?
Why don't I just help you out?
I'll leave.
Settle it.
- And, uh, where are you gonna run off to, Ellie? Huh?
You're gonna go be with your boyfriend, hm?
- What do you care, Allan?
- I'm trash, right?
- Ah, your phone's ringing.
Maybe that's him right now. Hm?
- Is it? Ellie, is it him?
- Stop.
- Give me the phone.
- No. - Give me the phone.
- What is wrong with you?
- Wow! It's that son of a bitch.
- Give me the phone. - I can't believe you, Ellie.
- He's still the president. Would you give me the phone?
- No.
- Give it to me. - Stop.
- What are you, five?
- Who's this?
- What's wrong?
What? - Yes, yes, sir.
- This is Ellie.
Yes.
I'm on my way. - Yeah, right away.
Let's go.
We'll talk about that shit later.
After you.
- I'm not riding with you.
What else is new?
- We're clear, sir. - Thank you.
- Finally.
- Yes, sir. - You can go.
Thank you!
- Are you sure you're okay, sir?
- Yeah, I'm fine, Donald.
But, um, I'm kind of surprised he missed.
- Sir.
- What?
It was him, Donald.
It was Victoria's dad.
- Well, sir... - What?
- We don't--we don't really know that for sure, sir, okay?
- Donald. - Hm?
- He called me in the Beast.
He told me he wanted me dead.
- Okay, sir, calm down, okay? I need you--
- I want him dead. - No, sir, no, no, no...
- Donald? - No, no.
- It's time.
Give me a sniper.
- Sir, I don't think we can do that.
- We're the US government, Donald.
I'm the commander in chief.
We can do anything we want, and we can definitely do this.
- Sir...
- I want it done, Donald.
I'm not -- around.
He took a shot at the president of the United States.
I want this taken care of tonight.
- I understand, sir, but the man is dying.
- Make him die faster.
- Sir... - No. Tonight.
-Sir?
- Are you okay?
- I'm fine too!
- Of course, sir.
- Where the hell you been? -Sir--
- He was off tonight.
- Where's Ellie?
- She should be here any moment now.
-Great. Why don't you guys wait for her,
and send her in when she arrives?
- Yes, sir.
- I'm good.
Donald?
- Sir!
- I want that sniper tonight.
- Yes, sir, I'll--
I'm gonna talk to Kyle about it right now, sir.
- Do it. - Yes, sir.
- Barry?
- No, it's me.
- Oh. Oh, hey!
- Hey.
- What are you doing here?
- I just needed to talk to my friend.
- Okay. - Mm-hmm.
- Well, um, you want something to drink?
- Something strong would be great.
- Mm, let me think. Vodka.
- Sounds good to me. - Okay. Hold on.
I think I'll have some with you.
- Great.
- So are you, uh...
You sure you okay?
- Mm-mm, no.
- So...what's going on?
- Well, um...
- Oh, come on, Priscilla.
You never tell me what's going on.
- I can't tell you this, Nancy.
- It is so hard getting things outta you!
- I just...
- Priscilla!
Tell me.
- It's just so sensitive, Nancy.
- Priscilla.
- I'm just still so angry about Sam and this affair.
- I know.
It's gonna take some time.
- It's gonna take me
a whole lot more than time to get over this.
- I know. I know.
Especially 'cause the way you've been acting.
- It's with the first lady.
- What's with the first lady?
- Everything I've been talking about.
- What? - Yeah.
I mean, can you believe that?
But I went off on her today.
- What?
- Sure did. Cursed her out!
- Oh, Priscilla. - Yep.
- You still have a job?
- Probably. Hell, I don't know.
I mean, I don't know why they would keep me on
after the way I went off.
- Well, maybe--maybe it's for the best.
- I mean, I've been working there all these years.
And I let this one get to me.
- I know.
- I mean, we've had some really shitty presidents
and first ladies. But this is the one.
- Yeah...
- I can't believe I let her win!
- So what are you going to do?
- Before or after I divorce him?
- Priscilla! - Oh, I'm divorcing him.
- What? - Oh yes, it is happening.
- Really? - Yes.
- Well...
- What?
- That man loves you.
- Nancy.
- He's been with you through thick and thin.
- See, this is about you.
- What do you mean?
- This is about you and Richard.
- I love him.
And I made a mistake.
Sam made a mistake.
- Twice.
- Priscilla-- - Twice ain't a mistake.
- Okay.
- It is what it is, Nancy.
It's happening.
- Priscilla...I know you want to get a divorce.
But do you have to get a divorce right now?
Does it have to be today?
No, it doesn't.
Just--Priscilla, just take a second and think about it.
- I hear you.
- No, no, no.
Think about it.
- Do you have some more vodka?
- Can I get another?
- Wait.
-There has been an attempted assassination
of the president of the United States.
- What?
-You heard that right.
We are told that a Secret Service agent is dead.
- What?
- Oh, Lord have mercy! - No, no, no...
I gotta go. I gotta go. - Okay.
- I'll call you. - I'll call Richard.
Oh, man.
- We're clear.
Yeah, I'll escort him upstairs. - Hey.
What the hell just happened?
- Everything's fine, sir.
- That's not an answer.
- Your parents are fine, sir.
- Okay, but what happened?
- There was a breach.
- A breach?
What kind of breach?
- Sir. I can take you upstairs.
- Oh, no, no, no. I don't wanna go.
- When would you like to go, sir?
- Who are you?
- I'm Agent White, sir.
- Agent White.
Hm.
What kind of stupid name is that?
- Sir, we can go upstairs.
- Oh, are you married?
- Yes, sir. I am. - Hm.
Let me see a picture of your wife. Is she hot?
- Sir, we can go upstairs.
- Oh, no, no, no.
Maybe you don't know how things work around here.
I go upstairs when I want to.
- Yes, sir.
- You like my sister?
- Sir.
- You know, she's into Latin guys, so...
- Sir, that is inappropriate.
- Yeah, you know what?
The way you were talking to me before as if anything that comes
out of your stupid little mouth would ever matter or affect me,
that's what's inappropriate.
- Yes, sir.
- Hey, how old do you think this table is?
- It's very old, sir.
- Yeah, it's historic, right?
- Yes, sir.
- You think a lot of previous presidents
have displayed it here?
- I'm not sure, sir.
- You think a lot of presidents will put it here after my dad?
- I'm sure, sir.
- You think that a lot of presidents have, like,
- - on this table?
- I don't know, sir.
- How long have you been in this White House?
- Ten years, sir.
- Ten years.
- Yes, sir. - Wow.
So, what's the wildest shit you've seen here?
- Sir, I can take you upstairs now, okay?
- I asked you a question.
- Nothing, sir. - That's what I thought.
You've been here 10 years, you've never seen anything wild?
- No, sir.
- You've never seen, like, a...
president -- an intern or anything nasty,
lil' fun, lil' surprises?
- No, sir.
- I got a surprise for you.
- Sir, I can take you upstairs.
- What if I took my - - out right now
and -- off all over this beautiful table?
- I wouldn't advise that, sir.
- Yeah, but, I mean, what would you do to stop me?
- I could stop you, sir.
- So tell me, like, uh... how would you?
- You don't wanna know that, sir.
- Well, let's see. I mean, you got all these ideas.
You seem to be full of bright ideas.
So, let's see. What you gonna do?
- Don't--don't do that, sir.
- Oops!
Oh, yeah.
Oh, man, you just gonna...
you gonna stand there and watch, buddy?
Ooh, you like it?
God, yeah!
You know, this, uh...
This may take a while to get to the big--
the big finale. Oh. Whoo.
- Are you enjoying yourself, sir?
'Cuz this is highly inappropriate.
- You think this is inappropriate?
Wait until I get this all over you.
- Sir, if you do that, I'm gonna have to fully restrain you.
- Love restraints. Can you moan like a girl for me?
Give a little moan. Give a little moan, please.
- Please, stop.
All right, you know what? This is--this isn't working.
You're no fun.
That explains everything.
Why you're so boring and why you've had such a boring life.
You don't know how to play games.
It's okay, though. Um, can we be friends?
Jason, by the way.
- Sir.
Upstairs.
Now.
- I'm gonna make your life -- miserable,
you son of a bitch.
Oops, got some on you.
Follow me.
- Did we lose them? - Yeah.
- Wait.
There's been an attack on the president's life?
- What? Did he get him?
- I mean, an agent went down. - Shit.
- What do we do? Do we call Bobby?
- This is him now. Yeah? -Where are you?
- At the place.
-Don't shoot. I'm coming in.
- Where is he? - What happened?
- I didn't do it. - Yeah?
How do we know that? - Check the timeline.
Hell, check this gun if you don't believe me.
- Okay, so what happened?
- On my way, I heard it on the radio.
- All right. All right.
All right, well, we still gotta go after Kyle.
- I know.
- I thought he had my son.
- Does he? - No. They're safe.
- Okay, good.
- And we gotta get Martin and Sam.
- Yeah, but don't call Sam on that line.
- All right, Martin? - I'll get him.
- Alright. Thank you.
Appreciate you taking the shot.
- No problem.
- Okay.
Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- Shit.
- Are you? - Yeah.
Just got in my head.
- What, are you having flashbacks?
- The rush never really goes away, you know?
- Hey. Neither does your skill, all right?
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You were pretty impressive.
- Thanks.
So were you.
- Something's off. - What do you mean?
- He's not answering. - He said he would. It's fine.
- No, no, I don't like this. We need to get out of here.
- And go where?
- Someplace they're not gonna find us.
- Okay, let's go.
- No! You trust this? - What else we got?
- How much firepower?
- Mm, they were ready.
- Damn! Damn!
- So they got away.
- We gotta stop 'em. We gotta stop 'em.
- I'm on it.
What was he talking about?
- This fool was talking about killing his father-in-law.
- What? - Yeah. Yeah.
I'm pretty sure that he's the one that took out
the assassination attempt on him.
- Really? - Yeah.
Oh, get this.
He wants me to bring the shooter here to him.
- Uh...are you gonna do that?
- He's on his way. - That's not smart.
- I know, Kyle. He's not smart.
- Frankly, he's becoming a hazard.
- Yeah, I know.
- You let me know when it's time.
- No.
No, down, boy.
It's not time yet.
- How long are we gonna have to put up with this bullshit?
- Hm. You know what? I can--I can take care of him.
It's that crazy wife of his. She's the real hazard.
- Yeah, she is such a bitch.
- Uh, tell me about it.
- You know...speaking of bitch...
is that why you called him?
- What? What are you talking about?
- I know that he was here.
- Well, I, um...
I might've had some things that I needed taken care of.
- Something like what?
- It was, uh...
You know what? Don't worry about it.
It's nothing.
- Was it--was it something I couldn't do?
- Kyle.
- All right?
- I don't ever want to see him anywhere near here.
Well, you didn't see him, right?
No.
- I know that he was in this office and you were speaking
to him for quite a while.
- Mm-hmm. That's cute. You see, I--I could
tell you were looking at those logs, right?
I figured that would happen.
- You trying to make me jealous now, huh?
- You mean like you were trying to make me jealous?
Huh?
Ah! - What did you do?
- What? Nothing.
- Did you send him to go see him?
- Maybe, maybe I did. - Oh, Donald!
- What, what, what, Kyle? What if I did, huh?
What if I did? Hm?
- Donald. - What?
Kyle, where you going? Kyle. Kyle! Ky--
Okay.
What a night.
- Yes, ma'am.
- You okay?
- Glad you are, ma'am.
- You really mean that?
- Yes, of course.
- Do you mean that as a part of your job?
Or how you really feel?
- Both, ma'am.
- Thank you.
- Sure.
- Thank you so much.
- Ma'am--
- Thank you. - Ma'am.
- Thank you so much. - Victoria...
- Just hold me, please. - Victoria, stop it.
- Yes, call me Victoria.
- Ma'am, stop it. Stop it. Stop it.
- Okay.
I get it.
That wife of yours is still in the picture.
- Ma'am, she is the picture.
I do. I love her very much.
- Oh. That's cute.
But you wanna -- me.
- Perhaps you can get some rest.
- Perhaps you can try not to get hard.
See, you're closing your jacket.
Come on. Just me and you in the bedroom.
No one will know but us.
- As I said before, ma'am, I will, uh...
- You will know.
That's right. You will know.
That's why you can't forget, because you know.
- Ma'am, again, uh...
Why don't you try and get some rest?
- You will make me sleep better.
- Ma'am, please.
- Rest?
You want me to get rest?
- Yes, ma'am.
Knowing that you are safe.
- I can rest if you're lying with me.
- That won't be happening, ma'am.
- All right, fine.
A girl almost gets killed and you come here with this shit.
- I'm sorry, ma'am. - Cut the ma'am shit already?
- I'm sorry.
- You know, he didn't care whether I lived or died.
Did you see that?
- I'd rather not-- - What?
Comment on the truth?
- Comment on your marriage, ma'am.
- Why not? I'm commenting on yours.
It's so damn hot in here.
- Damn.
-What?
- You lived.
- Yes.
Just to make your life full of hell.
- Hey, you done following me around?
- Thank you. That'll be all, Alonzo.
- Yes, sir.
- So, what are you two weirdos up to?
About to have sex again?
- Go to your room.
- Well, I will.
I don't wanna see this crusty situation.
You two are disgusting.
- Boy, go to your room.
- Oh, um, I told your wife, by the way.
I showed her a video.
-Jason...
- Oh, by the way, Sam, the faces you make are, like, really,
really, really ugly.
You are like--
- Jason, get the - - out of here.
- Okay, Mom.
Yeah, I'll get the -- out of here
so you can -- the help.
"Oh yeah!"
- Sam, good night.
I'll take you up on that. I'm gonna get some rest.
- Sir? - What is it?
- Can I be taken off the first son detail?
- What did he do?
- He was, um...
masturbating in the Blue Room, sir.
- In front of you? - Yes, sir.
He wanted to ejaculate on the table.
And he wanted to shake my hand afterwards, sir.
And he touched my face.
- Damn.
- And if I'm not off this detail,
I'm gonna break his - - neck, sir.
- I'll talk to the chief of staff.
- Thank you, sir.
- Man...
- Look, I know it's around here, man.
- Yo, B, we just ridin' around in circles.
I thought you said you knew where it was.
- I was in the back of the van when they brought me.
- How could you know where it is
if you were in the back of the van?
- 'Cause I swore I remember where it was!
- Come on, man!
- Shit!
- Your phone ringing.
- Yo, what's up?
- Barry, where are you?
- Dad, I can't talk right now, man.
- Where are you? -I'm--
- Look, look, do not go to that cult.
- Dad, I'm riding around, looking for it,
but I can't find it.
Look, do not go there.
- I have to get my daughter. What you mean don't go there?
- Look, they have an FBI agent on the inside.
You can't go in there.
- But they not gonna get Callie, right?
- Come home, and I'll tell you why I think Callie is safe.
- Dad, I can't--I can't do that right now.
- Just come home and I'll talk to you when you get here.
- All right, fine. - Now!
- All right, fine, I'm on my way. Shit.
- What was that?
- My father.
- -- !
- I mean, we can't find the place anyway.
- Oh, this some bullshit!
- Apparently, we can't even get in there right now.
- I want that money.
- I'm sorry?
- Damn!
- Calm down. I'll get the information.
I'll send it to you, I promise.
- Man, you better, 'cause I ain't feelin' this shit.
- I better?
- - I said I'm sorry.
- Man, B, this shit messed up. This shit real messed up.
- What's messed up, you keep on talking about this damn money
and my daughter's out here with these crazy assholes.
That's what's messed up. - You can go to hell.
- Yeah, whatever.
- Sir, we're closed.
- I, uh...
- Yeah, we're closed, sir.
- What happened to him?
- Sir!
- Is he gonna be all right?
- Sir, we are closed.
Please leave.
- Yeah, uh, sorry.
- Who is that? - I don't know.
- Excuse me? - Yeah.
- Can I help you?
- No, he, uh-- he said you were closed.
- Yes, we are. What's your name?
- What the hell was that about?
- Doesn't he look like the guy that was on the video
that was talking to Dale?
- Yeah. Yeah, he does.
- I need to get a picture of him.
- Wait, wait. For what?
- I'm gonna talk to Sam about this.
- Sharon, why?
- Kareem, look around. Nothing was taken.
This wasn't a robbery.
- Okay, and?
- Well, he was telling me about this guy that was bothering him.
So... - So you think that's the guy?
- Yes.
- All right, let me grab the tapes from the surveillance.
- The police took 'em. - - .
- What? - Yeah, they took 'em.
- Damn.
- What is going on?
- I don't know, but we should lock up.
And we'll get to the hospital and check on Dale.
- Okay. - Okay?
- All right. - All right.
- Ugh.
Yes?
- So, you did it.
- Did what?
-You did it.
- Kyle, I don't know what you're talking about.
- Yeah. Okay.
- Are you, uh, coming back to the White House?
- You bet your ass I am.
- Ooh, do I detect a little hostility in your voice, Kyle?
- More than that, lover.
- Yeah, well, why don't you bring that hostile ass here
and do something about it, hm?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'm gonna do that.
- I'm in my office.
Hm.
- Hey! - Hey.
- I've been calling you. - Yeah. Yeah, I know.
- Did you find Barry? - Nancy...
- I'm sick of this shit, Richard.
Did you find him?
- Yes.
- Did he go to that cult?
- He couldn't find it.
He's on his way back here.
- Thank God.
Did you hear about the president?
- Yes.
- Is he all right?
- Nancy, you know just as much as I know!
- Where are you going?
- I have to get dressed.
They called the senior staff in.
- Oh, okay, well, I already got your uniform.
- I can get it. - It's already ready.
- Nancy... - I don't care.
Look, I'm not giving up on you. - Well, you should.
- I'm not. Not a chance in hell.
- Why don't you just-- - I don't wanna do nothin'.
I'm gonna stay right here and I'm gonna keep on loving you.
You know that.
- Okay. Okay.
- So take this uniform.
- Thank you.
I packed you a snack and I packed your dinner.
All you have to do is warm it up when you get there.
- Okay.
- What are you doing?
- Hey, Mom.
Just watching you.
- Boy, go to your room.
- Do I scare you?
- Jason, go to your room.
- I do, don't I?
I scare ya.
- Keep it up.
- Mom...I need you to be honest with me, okay?
Where's Gayle?
- She's where you're going. - Oh yeah?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
I'll have to do something about that.
- You have one more time to threaten me.
- Please, Mom, tell me, what are you gonna do?
- That's it. Go to your room!
- Okay.
You know I hate you, right?
- Well, I hate you.
So we're even.
Hm?
- What type of mother are you?
- One that never wanted you at all.
- You know you're just as evil as your mother.
- No.
No one's that evil.
- No, you are.
You are.
- Well, you sure took care of that, didn't you?
- I did.
And you should've seen her face as I strangled her to death.
- Jason, I'm not playing with you.
That's it. Just go to your room!
- All right.
I'm going.
- Little bastard's got to go.
I want her to get her ass in here right now!
-Next on "The Oval."
- I'll decide if I wanna see you or sleep with you.
You don't own me.
- Take your damn pants--
- Ma'am, I don't think that this is appropriate.
- You would go there after what they did to you?
- You wouldn't do the same thing for me?
- Barry--
- I mean, you damn sure ain't do it for Picky,
so would you do it for me?
- I will remember this. - You better.
Kyle, where are you going? - Away from you.