- I need to get into the White House,
- I think they have Max there. - Bobby, I do not like this.
- MALE ANNOUNCER: Previously on "The Oval."
- It's over. - We're not over.
It's the White House.
- I'd love for you to come to the White House for a tour.
- You can't go. - I don't want to.
- Then don't. - I need to talk to Sam.
- What's going on? - Nothing,
I just remembered something.
- Have you seen Kyle? - Is that what this is about?
Yeah, this is about...
- Every time I screw around, are you gonna kill 'em all?
- Just the ones I know about. - [thumping sound]
- What was that, what was that?
- [gasping] - No! No!
♪
Don't you like this room?
No, ma'am, I don't.
No?
All the history here.
- Well, that's part of the problem.
- Or is it that yellow just isn't your color?
- The yellow is fine... it's the pink that I don't like.
- I'm sorry? - Pink...as in -- pink.
Oh! Don't be vulgar.
I find it appropriate.
Isn't that what you showed my husband
when he was in here with you?
- [chuckles] Girl, you gotta get over things.
Rather than getting over them,
I'd much prefer to stand over them.
What do you mean?
As if standing on a grave.
- [laughs] Oh girl, you are a lot of fun,
would you like a drink?
I'm on duty.
- Ah, yeah, you and Sam are a lot alike...
playing by the rules.
It's cute.
Is there a reason I'm here?
Yes, yes, there is.
Do you care to share?
Why? Are we in a rush?
Oh, I have a job to do.
- That's right, you do... and what job is that precisely?
- [giggles] Why I'm your chef, ma'am.
- Oh, okay, you can hang that bullshit up.
Ma'am?
Take a seat.
I'd rather stand.
And why is that?
- Well, knowing that you -- my husband in this room
is a problem for me.
- Are we still on that? - PRISCILLA: Yes...we are.
- Okay, well, is there somewhere else you'd like to meet?
Oh, no ma'am,
any room at this place reminds me of yo' dumb ass.
Oh! You are testy.
No, ma'am, I'm not testy.
What would you call it?
Bitchy.
Something I'm sure you know well.
Yes, I do.
- Is there something I can do for you?
You know I can have you fired?
[scoffs] Yes, ma'am.
- Or demoted, or moved somewhere else.
- Well, if you wish, ma'am, you should absolutely try.
But I won't.
And why is that?
I've cursed you out, I've threatened to kill you,
and you still trust my cooking [laughs].
No, bitch,
you won't be anywhere near anything I eat,
but you will cook for my husband and the boy.
- Yes, ma'am, very well then.
- But know that just because you're -- my father,
doesn't give you any power over me.
- MAN: Ladies and gentlemen, the President and First Lady.
- ♪ It 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 ♪
- Ma'am...your father has one foot in the grave,
and a penis that I'm sure died long before that.
So, how much is he paying you?
- [giggles] You are so narrow in your thinking.
What does that mean?
I don't work for your father.
Who do you work for?
- Well, ma'am, I'm a chef here at the White House,
I have been for years.
- Do you tell him everything that goes on here?
I don't know what you mean.
- I can have everything I wanna know beaten out of you.
Yes, ma'am, I'm sure you can.
So, what's to stop me?
- I don't know... maybe a phone call.
Maybe you're right.
Of course I am.
Now, is there anything else?
What is your job here?
To serve at the pleasure
of the President and the First Lady.
Yeah, that's bullshit.
- No, ma'am, it's not bullshit, it's all truth.
- Ma'am? Ma'am?
- I'm speaking with your wife. - Ma'am, it's your son.
- What about him? - You should come, ma'am.
What has he done now?
Ma'am...
♪
SAM: Ma'am, please!
We have to go.
It's your son, ma'am, please.
It's urgent.
♪
Oh, god.
♪
- Hello, Donald. - Sir.
So, I called her.
- That girl I met in the entryway. - Yeah.
- So, I need to set up a tour for her.
- Sir, I need you to listen to me.
- You know, look, here's the deal.
DONALD: Okay.
- If Ellie thinks she's the only one,
- she is sadly mistaken. - Sir, it's your son.
- [exhales] What he do now?
- Sir, he... he tried to...
- What? - Yeah.
- Where is he? - Sir, he's fine,
he's up in his room right now, okay?
♪
- [crying] - You okay?
- [crying] Just get out, get away from me.
- Sir, I'm trying to help you. - Don't--
Then you should have let me die.
Son...
- JASON: No, you all--all need to just get away from me, okay?
I--I--I'd don't wanna talk to any of you.
What happened?
- He was just hanging there, sir.
♪
Jason...
- VICTORIA: What the hell is wrong with you?
What do you think? You.
It's you, you're what's wrong with me.
Okay, that's it.
- What? - I'm having you committed.
- No, you're not, okay? No!
You're not--you're not doing anything to me.
- You little -- , you kill for sport.
HUNTER: Alright, Victoria.
- VICTORIA: No, no, he's going.
- No. - No, and that bitch
- you brought in here... - We're not talking--
- No! That bitch you brought in here
didn't do anything to help him.
- Are you -- kidding me right now?
This your fault!
My fault?
- HUNTER: You think you're mother of the year?
- You're the one sleeping with all these random whores.
You are a wicked bitch!
- VICTORIA: Hm...and you are a small dick little man.
- You never show these kids any love...ever.
[scoffs] Okay, like you did.
- Okay, perhaps we can focus on finding--
Shut up!
Is the little bastard fine?
Ma'am...
Little bastard, are you fine?
- Yeah, go ahead, Mom, keep calling me names.
I hate you.
- Oh, well, good, that'll keep me up at night.
- You know I'm gonna kill you, right?
Are you [chuckles]?
- Yeah. - Jason...
- And when did you decide that?
- I think about it every single day.
Jason...
- No, no, no, no, no, let him go on.
You must've been pretending to kill yourself,
because you're still alive.
How would you do that if you're dead, idiot?
- Yeah, go on, Mom, just keep calling me names.
You know what? I've had it.
I gotta get out of this White House.
Yes, please go somewhere.
- I will. - [cries]
- Can you assholes please get out of here, hm?
This is a private family matter.
- Yeah. - [exhales]
Some family.
- Yeah, and you had a hand in making sure
that we weren't, didn't you?
Will you just go somewhere?
VICTORIA: Yeah, I will.
To hell, preferably.
- [scoffs] Right behind you and your little bastard, dear.
♪
God, I hate her.
I know you do, Son.
- You know I'm gonna kill her, right?
Jason, stop it.
- No, what? You hate her, too.
No, stop it, Jason, stop it.
What?
- Just listen to me. - What, what do you have to say?
Don't hurt yourself.
- Is this suppose to be your-- your fatherly pep talk
after all of these years?
You really gonna care now?
- I've always cared. - Get the -- out of my face!
Jason...this is the truth.
I don't want you to hurt yourself.
Look, I'm not--not gonna leave you alone anymore, okay?
- What you're gonna--
you're gonna have someone follow me around whenever?
- To keep you safe. - You wanna help me?
- Yes. - Then let me kill her.
- God damnit, Jason, stop it, stop obsessing about it.
- But-- - Stop it, I know--I know
all the damage we've done, I understand it, I do,
just please don't hurt yourself.
♪
Get out of my face, Dad.
Leave me alone.
Don't talk to me like that.
Why not?
You talk to Mom like that, she talks to you like that.
♪
'Cuz I'm your father.
- [laughs] You're no father to me.
♪
- Alright, let's put you back in your room.
♪
- Jason... - What?
- That door stays open. - [scoffs]
♪
- God--Jason! Jason!
Jason!
I'll take this door off the hinges.
You wanted to see me, sir?
- Yeah, I want you to go into that room,
and you keep an eye on him, you hear me?
- Yes, sir. - Don't you let him
out of your sight. I don't care how much he protests.
- Yes, sir. - Go on.
Yes.
- Wait, Alonzo...if he pees, you are right there, you hear me?
Yes, sir.
- Now, you're gonna need a key to get in there, so go get one.
- Copy that. - Thank you.
Sir...
Think this is gonna work?
- We're gonna need to send him away,
- you know that, right? - Yeah, I know.
Your wife was right.
- Please don't ever say that to me again.
You can count on it.
♪
Should I go and find a place?
♪
Yeah, Donald, please.
Yes, sir.
♪
- [knocks on door] Sir...
♪
Who are you?
- I have been assigned to you, sir.
Okay.
What does being assigned to me mean?
I'm here to keep you company.
- You're here to watch my every move?
I'm sorry, sir, but I am.
- What if I have to use the bathroom?
I'll be right there, sir.
- What are you, like, a freak or something?
- No, sir, just here to do my job.
Okay.
♪
We'll see how it goes.
Yes, sir.
♪
I gotta get to work.
- I know, I wish you could rest a little more.
- No, no, no, no, you know I gotta go.
Okay.
- Barry... - What's up?
Come on with me.
Where we going?
To the White House,
I want you to talk to Sam in person.
Hm.
- Do you think that's a good idea?
- Son, he is the only one I trust with this.
Okay.
- Alright, go and get your clearance badge.
[unintelligible].
Here.
♪
What's this?
- It's the money for Picky's funeral.
♪
Richard...
- No, no, Nancy, I am still hurt by this.
- I--I know you are, and it kills me that I hurt you.
But I can't not bury the boy.
- Okay, I, um, I got this from Priscilla,
so I'll just-- I'll just give it back to her.
Okay.
What about your credit cards?
- I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner.
Ssh,
why don't we just...
think about the things
that you have done right for all these years?
Yes, can we?
Yeah.
I love you so much.
And you know I love you.
♪
- Damn, y'all, we doing this again?
- Mm, I am going to knock this boy out.
- Please, please [laughs]. - [laughs]
- Y'all just need to stop, come on, Dad.
- Look, boy, why don't you, uh, gon' on to the car?
- Nah, I'ma just follow you. - No, you can take my car,
you can bring it back here and pick me up tonight.
- Okay, let's go. - Barry...
- This is really bad, y'all two, come on.
Boy, go on.
- Alright, it's nasty, it's still nasty, let's go.
♪
I love you.
I love you, too.
♪
[cell phone rings]
Damn.
[cell phone rings]
♪
Kyle, yeah, get in here.
Hi.
What we got here?
Okay, uh, give me one second, please.
We need a price check.
- KAREEM: Yep, that's, uh, seven ninety-eight.
Okay.
Thank you.
Alright.
- She's still working on it. - I got this.
There you go, alright.
Have a nice day.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
♪
- Why are you looking at me like that?
No reason.
- There is always a reason with you.
- You're just especially beautiful today, Sharon.
Right [giggles].
Whatever.
- Okay, you know what today is?
What?
It's our anniversary.
[chuckles] Are you serious?
- You really don't rem-- check the calendar,
to the day we met, I swear.
- You really wanna talk about this?
- Why wouldn't I wanna talk about how much I love you?
- I'm--I mean, consider the fact
that you cheated for most of our relationship, I just...
No, you always wanna talk about the good stuff.
- No, I just thought that it would be nice.
[scoffs]
- To tell you that my life is so much better
because you are in it.
Hm [clears throat].
- Can I just be real with you, just for one second?
Okay, sure.
I'm telling the truth.
Okay.
Alright, fine.
Here.
- Really? - Here!
- You took a card from the aisle and give it to me?
- Read it. - I've already read this one
- like a million times. - You have not
read this one, Sharon, read it, please.
- [scoffs] Okay, fine, I'll humor you.
[reads] For your anniversary... That's--
- Yeah. - That's cute.
It's appropriate.
♪
- You remember it? - You kept this flower?
Do you remember?
- Yeah, we went to that carnival,
and you picked this daisy--
- And I gave it to you, and--
- SHARON: Said-- - I said...
I'll be yours forever.
Yes.
♪
- I guess I didn't count on Barry.
- Sharon... - Dale!
- Uh! - What are you doing here?
- They let you out of the hospital?
I left.
- What do you mean you left? You got shot!
I couldn't stay there anymore.
That is not smart, brother.
- He came to see me. - Who?
- The--the boyfriend of the guy I was telling you about,
um, at least I think it's his boyfriend, but...
the guy from the White House.
- The Chief of Staff? - Yeah.
- KAREEM: Okay, um--
- He came to see you at the hospital?
- Yeah. - What the hell's going on?
- I don't know, but I didn't feel safe there.
I just need to lay down.
- Okay. - KAREEM: Uh--
Alright, um, Sharon, maybe we can take him to the apartment.
- No, no, can I just lay in the office?
- Dale, no. - Yeah, come on, honey.
- Sharon... - Come on.
- No, he should be at the apartment, not here.
- He will after he lays down and rests for a while.
Come on, Dale.
♪
SHARON: Come on this way.
♪
Hello, Kyle.
You wanted to see me?
Yeah, I did, um...
- I'm sorry, I know this is hard for you.
What?
Your son?
- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, no, yeah, uh, thank you.
You know what the hardest part about this life is, Kyle?
No sir, I don't.
The loneliness.
I'm sorry, sir.
- You know what makes it even more frustrating?
No sir, please tell me.
- When you meet a woman, she ignores you.
I'm the -- President of the United States.
She's ignoring me.
What do you think makes them do that, Kyle?
Um, they may be afraid, sir.
Afraid of what?
Look at me.
The power, sir.
I thought women liked power.
Not all women, sir.
- So--so you're telling me
there's women who prefer weak men?
Some, sir.
Check your phone.
Find that girl, and bring her to me.
Sir?
- Find...that girl... and bring her...to me.
Yes, sir.
What's that look for, Kyle?
- Does she know that she's coming, sir?
- Remember the conversation we just had
about how lonely I am?
- Now, I don't like to be ignored. - Yes, sir.
- Did you forget that quick? - No sir, I did not.
Go find her,
and bring her here by whatever means necessary.
I'm on it, sir.
Kyle...that's a powerful man.
♪
Yes sir, you sure are.
Aren't you gonna leave?
Yes, sir.
♪
- Call me when you're getting in.
Yes, sir.
♪
- Who the -- does she think she is telling me no?
♪
What's going on?
- He told you about Ruth and Callie?
Yeah.
Tell him.
- The agent that was shot that night at Denise's place--
- Max. - What about him?
- He was there. - What?
The night that she left.
I was in the back hiding, and I saw him.
And...she didn't seem like she wanted to go,
but he was putting on white gloves to take her.
But the thing is, she didn't seem like she wanted to go,
but she says she's going to see the President.
- Have you told anyone about this?
No, I haven't.
Are you sure?
- I'm positive, Unc, just my mom and dad.
Okay.
What are we gonna do, Sam?
- I don't know, I'm still trying to wrap my head around it.
What?
- Yeah, I'm still trying to figure it all out.
Make sure you don't say a word to anyone about this, okay?
Okay.
- What--what do you mean you-- you trying to figure it all out?
- Barry, let me talk to your dad.
Okay.
You know your way out?
- As long as I don't see that evil little bitch.
- Hey, hey, look, I will-- will call you before I get off.
Alright.
Sam...what do you think?
This is bad, really bad.
Did he do something to her?
I can't say, Richard.
- Damn! Damn!
But I'm on it.
Okay.
Let me ask you something.
What?
- Priscilla, is she working with...
What?
Another department?
- What do you mean, like, what, housekeeping?
Nah, nah, I just, uh...
What?
- [chuckles] Nothing, I gotta go.
- Okay, look, you--you gonna keep me informed?
You know I will, alright.
Okay.
♪
- This is as far as I can get you.
♪
Okay, I got it from here.
Are you sure?
Yes.
♪
Okay, be careful.
I will.
You be careful, too.
Okay.
Thank you.
Go get our boy.
♪
I can do this, come on, Lilly, come on.
♪
- Here, you can put your feet up here.
- You got it? - Yeah.
Okay, here you go.
Thank you.
SHARON: Take these.
- Thanks. - They'll make you feel better.
Thank you.
- And don't tell Kareem that I gave them to you.
I won't.
- Yeah, so what did he say to you?
He said he had me shot.
What?
- He said he had the guy use nonlethal rounds,
whatever that is.
This is crazy.
I know.
- I think we need to call the police.
- No! - Why not?
- Because those people are so powerful--
- SHARON: I--I don't care.
- Promise me you won't say anything.
- What the hell, why does he get to--
No, no, no, promise me.
[scoffs] Okay.
Thank you.
- Why the hell would he do that to you?
- They're jealous and sick, it's crazy, I don't know.
This can't be right.
They can't keep getting away with shit like this.
- DALE: It's--it's fine,
we just--we can't say anything, okay?
Okay, I won't.
And, don't tell Kareem either.
- I'm--I won't.
DALE: Okay.
I just wanna lay low, you know?
I understand.
- It's really hard being back here
with--I mean, he shot me right there.
♪
- SHARON: Alright, alright, okay,
well I'ma get Kareem to go ahead and take you home then, okay?
Okay.
SHARON: Alright.
You sure?
I don't wanna be a bother, though.
- Will you stop? I'll get him to take you home.
Okay, thanks.
Here, drink some more of this.
Alright, I'll be back, you just relax, okay?
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Hey.
How is he?
Scared.
- Yeah, sounds like he should be.
- Well, you know what, I think you should, um..
I think you should go ahead and take him home now.
[chuckles] Come on, Sharon.
What?
- I mean, he could--
He could what?
He could sue me.
- Oh my god, is that what you're thinking about?
Yes.
- That man just got out of the damn hospital.
- I know. - And he got shot, come on now.
- I know, but that doesn't make sense.
What do you mean?
- I mean, that they didn't take anything,
that means they just came for Dale,
that means I--he might be wanted.
Kareem...
- I mean, I...no, I mean, Sharon,
I don't want him around.
- Look, he's not wanted, alright.
- Well, bad shit happens anytime he's over--
Can we not do this?
Okay.
- [scoffs] Oh my god, just take him home.
- I don't [scoffs]--
Just take him home,
and we can talk about his later.
- Sharon, I don't-- - Over dinner.
♪
- What are you doing? - [giggles]
- Really? - Yes.
- Oh, you know how to get what you want, huh?
Just take him home, please.
- Mm-hm, okay. - Okay.
- Thank you.
- Yeah, but we gon' have that dinner.
- Okay. - I'ma have you for dessert.
- Okay [giggles]. - KAREEM: Alright.
[laughs] No promises.
Oh my god.
Priscilla...
Hi.
How are you?
I'm good, uh...
- Good. - RICHARD: How are you?
I'm good.
Okay.
What?
So, what are you doing here?
Working.
- Yeah, I can--I can see that, but...how?
What do you mean?
- I mean, you got into it with the First Lady.
- [giggles] Is that what we're calling it?
Well...
I cursed that bitch out.
I was trying to be polite.
No need, nobody's around.
- You wanna tell me what's going on?
No, I don't.
Okay.
- But you're gonna have to start serving her
because apparently, she doesn't trust me.
Okay.
- That little bastard son of theirs tried to end his life.
- What? - Yeah, mm-hm.
When?
- Earlier, by hanging, or it was a cry for help,
but either way, he's the devil.
Priscilla, is he okay?
Yes, unfortunately.
- Priscilla... - What? He is the devil.
- Maybe you should work in the, uh, downstairs kitchen
for a while.
Well, why is that?
- Just until the tension blows over.
- Richard, we have three years and eleven months
with these people, there will always be tension.
- How are you still working here?
I don't know what you mean.
Did you tell them?
Tell them what?
- Now you know they can't know.
- Now you know I didn't say anything.
- Yeah, well, her father called here.
Yes, he did.
- Priscilla, that is enough to--
To what?
- Now you know we can't talk about our clearance.
- Then why are you talking about it?
- Priscilla... - Well, what do you
want me to do,
just let her keep -- Sam, and make me lose my job?
Not for that bitch.
- Okay, okay, look, but if they were to find out--
Look, I didn't say anything.
- Yeah, but Sam is starting to ask a lot of questions.
I don't care about Sam.
- Priscilla... - I'm done talking about this,
I have a dinner that I need to prepare for,
so we're done here, yes?
Okay.
Thank you.
♪
[exhales heavily]
Why did you bring me here?
♪
- [heavy breathing] I know you're looking at me.
What the hell is going on?
♪
Yeah, is that it, huh?
[heavy breathing]
Come in here and talk to me.
What do you want from me?
♪
- [heavy breathing] This is bullshit!
I did right by this country, and this is what you do to me?
This is what you do to me?
♪
[heavy breathing]
♪
[cell phone dings]
Hey, you know what's weird?
What's that?
You never have to pee.
I'm on duty, sir.
- Yeah, but I mean, like, it's human nature.
I'm fine, sir.
- I mean, you're gonna have to go eventually.
- And I will when my relief guy gets here.
Wow, a relief guy, seriously?
Yeah.
Okay.
- JASON: Hey, do you think I really tried to kill myself?
I'm not sure, sir.
'Cuz I, uh, I didn't.
Okay.
You ever been choked before?
No, sir.
- Really, like, not even when you're about to --
or having sex or anything?
No, sir.
- Wow, you're really that vanilla.
I mean, man you're-- you're really missing out,
it's, like, it's such a great high.
♪
I love it, actually,
um, that's what I was trying to do over there.
I was just trying to get off with that rope around my neck.
♪
- And--and then I slipped off the chair, and--
- ALONZO: Sir, we don't have to talk.
- Oh no, if you're gonna be in my room,
you're gonna have to hear this.
I love it, actually.
That feeling of, you know, being right on the verge of death.
But you know, what's even more amazing
is, uh, is watching someone else die.
Have you ever killed anyone before?
I know you were a soldier.
What, you don't wanna talk about it?
It's okay, I know, um, you seem a little soft, so...
makes sense, but I can tell you have.
But not like I have.
See, when I kill, I look 'em right in the eye.
Who did you kill?
Jean.
Is that so?
Yeah.
And my grandma.
Okay.
- And this woman that my dad was sleeping with.
Okay.
- I chopped off her head with a sword.
Yeah.
What, you don't believe me?
Whatever you say.
- JASON: It's true, I did it, and I don't even care.
How did, uh, you kill Jean?
Why?
Do you wanna get that pleasure, too?
I just wanna know.
[chuckles]
No, no, see, I don't like you,
'cuz you're weak and soft, and you're a bitch.
Yeah, you are, you're a little bitch,
and I don't want you to forget that.
It's exactly what you are.
- Doesn't even say anything, - - weak.
We're closed, sorry.
[Unintelligible].
[door closes]
Kareem...are you back?
Sorry, we're...closed.
Hi, Sharon.
What the hell?
I need to talk to you.
That door is locked.
I know.
- Then how the hell did you get in here?
I need to talk to you.
- I'm gonna call the police. - Don't do that.
Then leave.
- KYLE: Hey, Sharon, there's no need to be so hostile.
- I'm calling the police. - I wouldn't do that.
- Alright, well I-- - Don't make me do this.
♪
[grunting]
[screaming]
- Don't scream. - [grunting]
♪
- Don't do this, I just-- - [screams]
Want to talk to you, okay?
[Unintelligible].
[screams]
♪
[grunts] Damn it.
♪
- MALE ANNOUNCER: Next on, "The Oval."
- Sharon, you don't even know how to use that gun.
- Oh, I know how to use it, now, get out of here.
You motha...[grunts].
What the hell, Barry?
- BARRY: Ma, you need to chill out.
- You--you--you--you gotta move. - I don't wanna move, Ma.
- Are you sure you don't know who did it?
I'm not sure.
- Are you in some kind of trouble
that I should know about?
- And I trust your guests got in okay?
Guests?
♪
Bobby?
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