- MALE NARRATOR: Previously on, "The Oval."
- How are you still working here?
- I don't know what you mean.
- Now you know we can't talk about our clearance.
- Then, why are you talking about it?
- I'm here to keep you company.
- You're gonna watch my every move?
You're a little bitch,
and I don't want you to forget that.
- Come in here, talk to me.
What do you want from me?
- HUNTER: She's ignoring me.
Find that girl, and bring her here.
- Hi, Sharon. - What the hell?
[grunting]
- ♪
- You leave me alone.
- Hold on.
Sharon, you don't even know how to use that gun.
- Oh, I know how to use it, now, get out of here.
- Don't you wanna know why I'm here?
- No, I'm calling the police.
- Sharon...
- Get out of here now!
- Look...I just have someone who wants to talk to you.
- I don't care.
- I don't care, he's very powerful.
- I'ma tell you this one more time,
get the -- out of this store!
- ♪
- You sure you don't just wanna come with me?
- Don't come any closer.
- Sharon... - Don't!
- [exhales] Don't-- don't--do not do that.
- ♪
- Don't you move. - It is just--
- Don't move! - It's just my cell phone!
- ♪
- Sharon...
- Sharon!
- Yes, hello, someone's here, he's trying to kidnap me, and...
hello, hello, -- ?
What did you do?
- As I said, he's very powerful.
- Get the -- out of my store...now!
- ♪
- No.
- [gun shot]
- 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 ♪
- ♪
- KYLE: [grunts] - [screams]
- I did not think you would do that.
- No! No, no!
- Hey-- - No!
- Shh! - No! Help me!
No, no! - Sit, sit!
- Let go of me. - Why don't you just--
- No! - Shut up!
Shut up! Why are you putting up such a fuss?
You put a hole in my good shirt.
- I'm sorry [cries], please.
- Yeah, well that bullet stings like hell
even with this vest on, Sharon.
- [cries] I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.
- He just wants to talk to you. - Who?
- You know who, Sharon.
- ♪
- You know who.
- The President? - Yes.
- He sent you? - Yes, and you shot me, shit!
Now, can you just come with me, please?
- I don't want to.
- Darling, you don't have a choice.
You're going to get up,
and you are gonna come with me.
Do not try anything else, Sharon.
Listen to me, I have been taking it easy on your butt,
I can snap your neck in one second if I wanted to,
now, let's get up and go.
- ♪
- Sharon... - Okay.
- Don't try anything.
- I won't.
- I am sick of this shit, Sharon.
I'ma let you go, I'm gonna stand up...
Be a good little girl,
and you're gonna do the same thing.
You ready? I am done being patient.
- ♪
- Now go into the back,
you're going to continue to behave.
After you.
- ♪
- Hi. - Hi.
- So, I brought you a few. I have this one.
- Okay.
- And this one. - Oh, yeah, these--
- And-- - Lilly...
- This one. - [laughs]
- These are beautiful.
- Okay, great.
- You know, I, um, have to have lunch
with the Second Lady tomorrow,
have you met her?
- No, ma'am, I haven't.
- She is a bitch.
- Really?
That's surprising.
- Why do you say that, dear?
- Well, everything I've heard is she's amazing.
- Well, you can't believe any of what you hear
or see these days.
- I see.
- You know, my approval rating would be as high as hers
if people weren't always trying to tear me down.
- Well, I'm sure yours will get better.
- What does that mean?
- Oh, your approval rating.
- [chuckles]
Well, my approval rating has nothing to do with dresses.
- ♪
- No, ma'am, it doesn't.
- Then why did you bring it up?
- I didn't, you just did.
- Not for your sympathy.
- No, of course not.
- Be careful, okay?
- Yes, ma'am, are we done here?
- Oh, dear, have I offended you?
- No, ma'am, you haven't.
- I'm--I'm just not good at pedestrian talk.
- Excuse me?
- [chuckles] I'm the First Lady, I have a lot to do.
- That's right, you sure do.
- Do you doubt me?
- No, not at all.
- Good, because it's your job to help me look good
while I'm doing it.
- And that, we can arrange.
- Okay.
- ♪
- Uh, can I help you?
- No, I was just, uh, looking for the restroom.
- ♪
- Bobby?
- Richard.
- [laughs]
- How are you?
- I'm good.
I didn't know you were on the detail.
- Yeah, well, it just happened.
- Oh wow, that's great.
- Yeah.
- You, uh, need anything?
- No, I'm good, thank you.
- Okay.
Hey, uh, what shift are you on?
- This one.
- Oh, good, um, have you seen Sam?
- No.
- Look, if you see him, you tell him I 'm looking for him.
- Okay, will do.
- How is he as a boss?
- ♪
- What do you mean?
- Well, if you're working this detail,
then you're working for Sam.
- ♪
- Right, Sam, he's great.
- Okay, that's good.
- Yeah, well, I'll be on my way.
- Hey...
- ♪
- Don't let him give you no shit [laughs].
- You know I won't. - Okay [laughs].
- I'll see ya. - Yes, sir.
It was good to see you, Bobby.
- Good to see you, too.
- ♪
- Dale, you got a whole bedroom,
you sure you don't wanna go there instead of the couch?
- Can I just lay here?
- Yeah.
- Thanks.
Thank you.
- Sure.
- I mean, thank you for all of this.
- Yeah, yeah, it's fine.
- I mean, you didn't have to.
- It's all right, Dale.
- I can see your reservations.
- I get it, man, it's okay.
- I'm sorry that, I mean, that all this has happened to you.
- Thank you.
- But listen, um, the store...
it--it--it's something that I've been thinking--
- I'm not gonna sue you.
- What?
- I heard you before, and I'm not gonna sue you.
What--what did you do?
- Yeah, I mean, it is my pharmacy, you know,
it's my family's-- - Relax.
- Okay, thank you.
- Yeah.
- Well, you--you want a drink or something,
something to eat? - No, I'm good.
- All right, but... let me ask you something else.
- Okay.
- Are you sure you don't know who did it?
- It's, um, I'm--
- It's what?
- I'm not sure.
- Are you in some kind of trouble
that I should know about?
- No, I'm not.
- Dale... - I'm not.
- Dale, we have Sharon at the pharmacy,
I don't want her to get hurt.
- Look, I--I'm not doing anything,
and I really don't even know how I got that guy's attention.
- That guy, that--that guy, so you do know who did it?
- All I know is that the guy that was harassing me,
I think he has something to do with this.
- The Secret Service man? - Yeah.
- Okay, so he's dangerous.
- Yeah, which is why I'm gonna stay away from him.
- Yeah, yeah, okay. - I'm really sorry.
- No, Dale... I get it, man,
you've been through a lot.
It's all right,
just if anything happens, you know what to do...
talk to me, yeah? - Okay.
- Okay, I'm gonna go help Sharon lock up.
TV is right there.
- ♪
- Hi.
- Hello.
- How are you?
- I'm good, I'm good,
what are you doing here this late?
- Oh, the First Lady wanted to see me.
- This late?
- Well, you know how she is.
- Yeah, I do.
- And I've been here for hours now.
- Well, what did she want?
- Dresses, same ole, same ole.
- That's good, right?
- ♪
- How's your day going?
- It's good.
- Good.
- Is that all you came here to ask me?
- Oh, yes.
- Yeah, you sure?
- Well, why would there be more?
- You don't do this.
- Well, I did.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, before you found out.
- ♪
- That you didn't want women.
- Nah, honey, nah, it's not that,
I just don't want you, hm.
- I see...we're in a bitchy mood today, huh?
- Yeah, yeah, you know, I think I need some ass.
Of the other persuasion, that is, yeah.
- ♪
- Just say --, Donald.
- Yeah.
- Well, oh, aren't we bold and vulgar today [giggles].
- I'm sorry, is there something that you,
that you want, exactly, hm?
- No. - No?
- I just wanted to say, hi.
- [laughs] Okay.
- Can I just say, hi?
- You said it when you came in, you wanna say it again?
- Oh, hi, Mrs. Winthrop.
- Oh, hi, hi, Allan [giggles].
- Here you are, sir. - Thank you, Allan.
- And no cream. - Yeah, thank you.
- Can I get you anything, Mrs. Winthrop?
- Oh, no thank you, Allan.
- Okay, and I trust your guests got in okay?
- Yes, yes, thank you.
- Hey, okay.
- Guest?
- Yeah, uh--
- You know, I'll tell him, Allan, mm-hm.
We're good, thank you. - Yes, ma'am.
- Mm-hm.
- ♪
- Talk.
- It's just a messenger that I had to send over dresses.
- Is that so? - LILLY: Mm-hm.
- ♪
- And why does he know about it, and I don't, hm?
- Because I had him clear them.
- ♪
- I see, so are we--we done with all these pleasantries
and hi's, huh?
- Yes [giggles]. - Yeah? All right.
- I'll see you at home for dinner.
- You can count on it.
- Great [giggles].
You look really handsome today, too.
Bye, Donald.
- ♪
- Allan?
Allan? - Yes, sir?
- Get me the name of the guest that she had here.
- Okay, it's Byron Charles, B-Y-R-O-N.
- Byron Charles, is he still here?
- He hasn't checked out yet, sir.
- Okay, I want you to get me surveillance footage
on this Byron Charles, you hear me, right now?
- ALLAN: Yes, sir. - Oh, and Allan...
- Yeah?
- If that woman ask you to do anything else,
you better let me know about it first, you understand?
- Yes, sir, of course.
Did--did I do anything wrong?
- No, no, no, no, just--just-- just do what I say.
- Yes, sir, right away.
- Yeah.
Sneaky --
- ♪
- [heavy breathing] - [cell phone buzzes]
- ♪
- Bobby?
- ♪
- What--what the hell is that?
- I don't know.
- Well, how did you get in here?
- I got clearance.
- You're -- lying, no, you didn't.
- Why would I lie to you?
- By who, huh?
- Max, we can't talk here.
- [heavy breathing] Bobby, are you in on this?
- What? You oughta know that by now.
- Then how did you just walk into the White House?
- BOBBY: Max, it wasn't easy. - MAX: No.
- Okay.
- MAX: No, see that, that is -- bullshit.
- Okay.
You see these cameras, you see this mirror?
They're listening to us right now,
so you need to keep your voice down.
- No, no, no, no, I don't believe you,
I don't believe any of this shit.
- Okay then don't believe me then, shit.
Don't believe that I just risked my life
to come in here to save you.
- Right, yeah well, I won't because there's no way.
- BOBBY: Okay, then don't. After all we been through?
This is bullshit. - Yeah, you're damn right it is!
[heavy breathing]
- Oh, damn.
- What?
- This was all a set up.
- What?
- To get me in here.
- Oh my god, oh my god, cut the shit.
- No, no, no, no, see it was all too smooth.
You know, I was getting into too many places,
and they were watching me the entire time.
- Yeah? Yeah, Mr. Smooth, who is they?
- I don't know, Max.
- Oh, oh, that's right, 'cuz you don't know shit, do you?
- All I know is whoever it is,
they want us in here together just like this.
- [laughs]
Okay, I believe you.
- Yeah. - I believe you.
- You should, Max, 'cuz I'm telling you
the truth, all right, this is not coincidence.
- Yeah, okay, okay,
well, I guess we just have to wait and see then, don't we?
- Yes, we do. - Yeah.
- ♪
- Okay.
- They didn't eat much, huh?
- She didn't say anything.
- [chuckles] Smart lady.
- Priscilla...
- Stop, you know I'm not gonna kill that bitch.
- Do I?
- No, I'm not.
- Well, maybe you should maybe think about it.
- Killing her?
- No, come on, you know I wasn't gonna say that.
- [giggles] Well, what is it then?
- I think you should think about taking some time off.
- I'm fine.
- Are you really?
- Yes.
- Look, I don't like what you and Sam are going through.
- Have you thought about what you and Nancy are going through?
- Oh, uh, we're fine.
- Oh? Well, that's new.
- Yes, it is.
- What changed that?
- Oh, just know that we are fine.
- Well, I'm glad.
- Yeah, and I'd be glad if you take a few days off.
- Not going to happen!
- ♪
- Okay.
Okay.
- ♪
- You gotta go, don't you?
- I'm fine, sir.
- Dude, it's okay,
you could just, like, use my bathroom,
it's really whatever.
- I told you, I'm fine.
- JASON: All right,
well, you're gonna have to go eventually.
- ♪
- Hey, you like porn?
- Sir...
- I can show you some really great shit.
- Sir...
- What?
- You have been watching that thing for hours,
what are you trying to do?
- I'm trying to get one off in the privacy of my room,
what does it look like I'm tryna do?
- Well, I wish you would stop it.
- Yeah, and I wish there wasn't some random dude watching me
every single time I do any little tiny thing
in my room, okay?
- Well, I'm sorry.
- JASON: Yeah.
If you're gonna do this,
and you're gonna follow me around,
I'm gonna do what I do.
- Yes, sir.
- Her name is Rachel, she's my favorite.
You ever seen her before?
- If you're tryna wear me down, you won't,
I've been in combat.
- Oh, yeah, let's talk about that.
How many people have you killed?
- Sir, we don't have to talk.
- Okay.
You know, just--just watching you squirm like that
makes me have to pee now.
- Okay.
- Whoa! You're not coming in there with me, are you?
- Yes, sir, I am.
- No, you're not, are--are you really?
- Sir, I have to do my job.
- You are not watching me use the bathroom.
- Yes, I am.
- This is bullshit.
- ♪
- What if I pissed on you?
- [chuckles] Sir, I wouldn't advise that.
- Hm...well...
- ♪
- Too late.
- ♪
- That's it, you're fired!
- ♪
- Mom, where's dad?
- Not here.
- He hit me.
- What?
- I'm sorry, ma'am.
- Why did you hit him?
- Well, uh...
- Speak damn it.
- He was urinating on me, ma'am.
- What?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Jason, is that so?
- Where's dad?
- Did you piss on him?
- Where's my dad?
- I'm asking you a question.
- I'll piss on your grave.
Where's my dad?
- And you hit him?
- Yes, ma'am, I did.
- I don't believe you.
- Ma'am, I did.
- Do it again.
- Ma'am...
- Do it again.
- Ma'am... - Mom...
- Grab him and hit him.
- ♪
- Mom, don't you-- don't you dare.
- Do it!
- ♪
- I'll -- kill you.
- VICTORIA: Hold him and hit him.
- Ma'am? - Mom...
- Mother --, do what I say.
- Ma'am... - Do it!
- Ma'am... - Hit him!
- No [grunts]. [coughs]
- Oh, you call that a hit.
Be about that life, and punch this little bitch.
- No, mom-- don't you do it, no, do you--
[grunts]
[coughs]
- ♪
- Well, that may have been just a little bit too hard.
- JASON: [coughs] - I'm sorry,.
- No, no, no, no, don't be.
You have my permission
that if he does anything out of line,
you get to beat his ass.
- ♪
- Yes, ma'am.
- ♪
- [laughing]
- ♪
- [moaning]
- Oh! Ma, get--get out! - Barry!
- What are you doing? - What the hell?
- Ma, can you close-- get out, please?
- Who--who is this? - Ma...close my door,
and get out. - You get your nasty ass up.
- Okay. - You get up, and you
get dressed, come downstairs, and get this girl
out of my house. - Yes, ma'am, okay.
- Now, Barry! - Okay!
- Who is that? - Damn, ma!
Mind your business.
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay!
Okay, okay, I'm coming.
- Hurry up! - BARRY: Okay.
- ♪
- Jesus Christ.
- ♪
- BARRY: You all right? - GIRL: Yeah.
- BARRY: Okay, where's your stuff at?
- [pounds on door] - I'm coming.
- ♪
- BARRY: Come on, girl.
- Go home! - Ma...
- What the hell, Barry? - Ma, you need to chill out.
- Who is this girl?
- Look, it doesn't matter who she is.
- Oh, so you just hook up with some random girl?
- ♪
- Are you crazy? - No, I'm not crazy, ma,
Sharon isn't feeling me right now.
- ♪
- You--you--you gotta move.
- I don't wanna move, ma.
- Well, you're gonna have to because I can't have no--
you hooking up with no random girls in my house.
- Okay, fine-- - And until you move,
then you hook up at their house. - Okay.
- Fine! - Fine!
- And wash my damn sheets. - Ma, really?
- You know I'm not -- washing them.
- When you start using language like that?
- When you started bringing people in my house.
- Okay, I got it. - Okay, fine.
- Fine!
- You just wait 'til your daddy gets home.
- ♪
- You--just wait. - Okay, ma.
- ♪
- Hello.
- First Lady...
- Yes?
- To what do I owe this visit?
- I was watching the news in my room,
and you are doing a great job.
- Thank you.
- I mean, you are spinning and turning this thing around.
- Well, my strategy's working.
- You so stupid,
you don't even know sarcasm, do you?
- Ma'am...
- This shit is a mess.
It's on every channel, attempted assassination,
and everyone believes what Dianne is saying about you,
and yet, you seem to think
you've got this shit show under control.
- Think I have this -- show under control, let me see. I do.
- [scoffs]
- Yeah.
- You need to die.
- You need to leave.
- And I don't mean some old woman in a home,
no, you need to die now.
And I'm gonna make sure that happens.
- Hm, okay.
I don't take kindly to threats, Mrs. Franklin.
- Oh, bitch,
it's happening, and it's done.
You are gonna die a painful death,
and I know just the person to do it.
- Hm.
- If my husband won't fire you,
I'll make sure I do by stopping your ability to breathe.
- ♪
- That oughta do it.
- Are you--are you done?
- You are, yes, you are.
- Okay...
I should tell you that, um,
I'm not afraid of you.
- I don't want you to be.
- [laughs] That's great, that--good,
that is fantastic because you can just stop coming down here
with all...this bullshit.
- Yes, yes, yes, coming down, stop coming d--
I need to remember to stop coming down
from my status to deal with the likes of you.
It's low, disgusting, and guttural.
- ♪
- Is that all, ma'am?
- Yes, that's all.
- 'K, well, thank you so much for stopping by.
- Rest in hell, bitch.
- ♪
- You wanted to see me, sir?
- Yeah.
- Sir? - Did they find him?
Please, sit.
Did they find him?
- Find who, sir?
- The guy who tried to kill me?
- ♪
- Not yet.
- What the hell's taking so long, Donald?
- Sir, trust me when I tell you, we have the best on it.
- Donald? - DONALD: Yeah?
- I'm starting to get the feeling
that you're not taking me seriously.
- Oh, sir, I always take you seriously.
- Then why haven't we found him?
- You know what, sir, can--can I get you anything, hm?
- Yes!
Victoria's dad's head on a platter.
- Can I tell you something, sir, hm?
- Go ahead.
- Well, I have it on really good authority
that he's not doing so well.
- You have it on good authority? - Yeah.
- That he's not doing so well? - Yes, sir.
- Donald, I already knew that.
- No, I'm told that it could be any day now, hm.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Yeah, maybe,
or maybe that evil bastard will live another four years
just to spite me.
- Well, sir that's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about.
- What?
- Sir, there are a few people
that I believe that we should be aligning ourselves with.
- Like who?
- The Whitmore family, sir.
- No, Donald, that's not gonna happen.
- Sir listen, you're gonna need some solid allies
when he passes.
- Is her father really that powerful?
- Yes sir, he is.
- ♪
- And you're worried?
- No, I'm concerned that when he passes,
there are gonna be a lot of people with knives out for you,
including your Vice President.
- Oh, that moron couldn't figure anything out.
- Well, sir, you never talk about him,
you never invite him over.
- Yeah, I don't like him or his drab wife, nobody does.
- Well, sir, his polling is really, really high.
- Not as high as mine.
- Not as high as yours.
Well, sir, in that case,
I think you should keep your enemies close
and your wife closer, hm.
- My wife is the only enemy I need to worry about.
- Sir, we need to be prepared, okay?
Her mom has already passed, when her father goes...oh.
- All right, all right, all right, I hear you, Donald.
- Okay, then hear this...
we need to start aligning ourselves
with the Whitmore family,
so that your Vice President knows
that we have strong allies,
and he won't try to make a move, hm.
- We'll let him pee his pants.
I hear you.
- Good, well sir, I just wanted to let you know
what I was thinking, hm.
- Okay.
Any chance you can find the guy that tried to kill me?
- You know what, I'll work on it for you, sir.
- Thank you. - Right now.
Let me know if you need anything else, okay?
- Just that, Donald. - Yeah.
- Don't need to align myself with the Whitmore family
if I'm not here.
- You're not going anywhere, sir.
- ♪
- Where are you?
- KYLE: Fifteen minutes, sir.
- All right, I'm in the Oval.
- ♪
- Excuse me?
- Ma'am...
- Now...
- [clears throat]
- Where are you going?
- Home, ma'am.
- Oh, to handle our little problem?
- No, I told you that I'm not doing that.
- Yes, you will.
- Ma'am...
- Okay, well enjoy your ride home.
- Ma'am? - Yes?
- Is that a threat?
- Yes.
- Okay, look, why are you doing this to me?
- Oh [chuckles] honey, I'm helping you.
You're special.
- Special? - Yes.
- This is what you do to people that are special to you?
- Yeah, you're fortunate.
I am going to make a man out of you yet.
- So now beating women, that's manly?
- No, that's for bitches.
- So then, why are you telling me to beat Ellie?
- [chuckles] I'm not telling you to do that,
I'm telling you to kill her.
- Are you insane?
- [giggles]
Yes, yes, very much so.
- Ma'am...
- You'll do what I say, one way or another.
- ♪
- You can count on it not happening.
- ♪
- Then as I said, enjoy your ride home.
- ♪
- Ma'am [clears throat]...
- Sam...
- Are you okay?
- [chuckles] Of course, why wouldn't I be?
- Well, your son.
- Oh that [scoffs] whatever.
- Ma'am?
- Sam, I'm just kidding, he's fine.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Are you following me?
- Loosely, ma'am.
- And why is that?
We're in the White House.
- I just wanna be sure you're safe.
- Are you worried about me?
- No, ma'am, nothing to worry about.
- Is it your wife?
- No, ma'am.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, ma'am.
- No, I think it is, it's your wife.
- It's not.
- Tell me, how does she know my father?
- I didn't know she did, ma'am.
- Really?
Okay, I see I'm not gonna get anything out of you, am I?
- No, ma'am.
- Well, you can keep following me,
I'm sure you enjoy the view from behind.
- ♪
- Hey, just wait here,
I'll get you a drink of water or something.
- I don't want any water.
- Then have a seat.
- I don't wanna sit, I'll stand.
- Hi!
- Hello, sir.
- What happened to you?
- She didn't wanna come, sir.
- What?
- Didn't wanna come.
- Yeah, but she's here.
- Yes, sir.
- Kyle, what did you do?
- I brought her to you, sir.
- Kyle, what the hell?
- He forced me to come here.
- What--are you out of your mind?
- I just wanna go home.
- Ab--are you okay?
- Kyle, what were you thinking?
- You said you wanted to see her.
- Kyle, this is America.
- Exactly!
- You can't just go--go kidnapping someone.
Look, apologize.
- I'm sorry.
- Look, um, are you sure you're okay?
- I'm fine, I just need to go home.
- Absolutely, and he--he's gonna take you home,
but I--I just need to talk to you.
This would--this is bad, this is really, really bad.
- I'm sorry.
- I'm--if anyone thought that he was just following orders,
it would--it would really be horrible for me.
Are you sure you're okay?
- Yes, can I--can I just leave, please?
- He's--he's gonna take you home in just a second.
- Okay.
- Actually, you know what, you're a mess,
why don't--why don't you go clean yourself up,
think about what you did.
- Yes, sir.
- I'm so disappointed in you.
- Yeah, while--while we're waiting for him,
maybe we can just step into the Oval,
and I can just kinda tell you
what I was--what I was wanting to talk to you about.
- Uh-- - Do you want a drink,
it's been a long day, a really long day?
- I'm--I'm fine. - You sure?
Can I have a drink?
He'll--he'll be back in a second,
and then he'll take you right home.
- No! - I--I do, I mean,
it's been--it's been a day. I'm--I'm done with this day.
Come on, why don't you just come back,
we'll just have a drink, and we'll wait for Kyle.
Kyle can pick you up, it'll be all good.
Come on.
You seen the Oval office, right?
- No, I haven't.
- That's right, you didn't your tour.
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- GRIP: What up?
- ALLAN: [grunting] Mother --.
- MALE NARRATOR: Next on, "The Oval."
- I like you.
- Just because you're the President,
doesn't mean that you can do this to me.
- Just do what she's telling you to do.
- Okay!
- Your son needs to talk to you. - What's going on?
- I don't trust you. - That's fine.
- You don't trust me?
- He's a kid. - He's a monster.
- And I am tired of your lies,
I'm tired of your bullshit.
Why did you have him at the White House?
- You know you're in danger, right?
- If you're gonna do something to me, Allan,
then just do it, but do not threaten me.
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