I'm not like some 75-year-old orange dude.
- Previously on The Oval...
You have a gun?
Yes, sir.
- I bet that I can make you give it to me.
- Just go and take a bullet to that bitch's head,
and all your pain will stop.
Honey, I'm home.
Donald, I'm tired.
- I'm tired of your lies, I'm tired of your bullshit.
Hello?
- What the hell is taking you so long?
Are you watching me?
- Yes. I want to see it.
How?
Don't worry about it.
I can't do it.
- She's in the White House, - - my husband,
and you can't do it?
I can't do it.
- Okay. Look outside.
Look at the car across the street.
- Ma'am, please. - How's your mother?
What?
How's your mother?
She's fine.
Are you sure?
- Where the hell is my mother?
- No, no, look at your phone.
- ALLEN'S MOM: Allen... Allen, please, please!
- You see it? - I will -- kill you.
- You don't have to, just kill her.
Where is my mother?
You do what I ask you to do,
and she'll be fine at home,
baking your favorite Italian dish.
- Why can't you get that guy to do it, alright?
He's already beating me.
- Shit, what fun would that be?
I'm an evil bitch, not a pleasant one.
I want to have fun.
- I can go to jail. - You won't.
Trust me, ain't nobody gonna miss that bitch.
- I'm begging you--
- Just crack her -- skull. One good hit.
Come on, make a lady happy.
She's coming back.
- Can you stop staring at me and go somewhere?
- Ladies and gentlemen, the president and first lady.
What's wrong with you?
You're standing there like there's something
you want to say to me, is there something you wanna say?
Go back to sleep.
- Well, I was trying, but...
What is it?
- Please, go back to sleep, okay?
- No. Allen, what?
Ellie...
- Just tell me what it is, what?
- Go to sleep. Please!
- Damn it! Go to bed! - God...
Look, okay, we just...
Allen, fine, let's just talk about this,
okay, look, you know...
you know that I was sleeping with him.
You know it.
What I don't know is why you would still stay here.
Why are you even here?
- Damn it, please, just go to sleep!
Okay? Go to bed!
- Okay, just let me get this out.
I told him it was over.
And if it's not about work just do not speak to me.
And he got really pissed off.
No.
- But I don't care, he can fire me Allen,
I don't care anymore.
No. You're lying.
- I'm not lying. It's over.
I told him it's over, and he kept saying that it's not.
You have to believe me.
I'm in love, Allen, and I don't--
Wait. Wait wait.
You're in love?
You're in love with who?
- You! Asshole.
- Look, what are you saying, Ellie?
You, Allen.
And I know we're a mess.
No.
- Allen, I was wrong. I was wrong.
You didn't deserve what I did to you.
What I put you through.
I'm ashamed.
And I feel stupid.
So stupid.
Because you were right.
He was using me and I let him.
I let him use me just to hurt you.
- No, no, come on. Don't say this to me now, Ellie.
- That's why I can't look at you, Allen.
That's why I wanted you to leave,
it's not because I hate you.
I just...
I just thought maybe if I had just one night,
I could think about it, I could figure it out,
and figure out how I'll ever make it up to you.
- No, come on. No, no! - Hear me.
No, please.
I love you.
Yeah?
- Max, we're dropping you at the Washington Grand Hotel.
Okay.
Room key in your pocket.
Okay.
- Now, I want you and Bobby to stay there and lay low.
You'll be safe.
That hotel is owned by an ally and one of our donors.
Okay.
- And Max, please consider my offer.
Yes, sir.
Alright, thank you.
- Apparently we're staying at the hotel of a donor.
You trust this shit?
- I'm not sure what to make of it,
just need to think it through.
- Yeah, maybe I should do the same.
- Honestly-- - Yeah, I don't want to talk
- about this in a van right now. - We have been.
- Not to the degree that I wanted to.
- If they wanted us dead, I'm pretty sure we'd be dead.
Maybe it's just not time yet.
Yeah.
- Kyle... - Yes, sir?
What are you doing?
- I was just looking over some footage, sir.
For what?
- Chief of Staff asked me to.
Why?
- You'll have to take it up with him, sir.
- I will. - Okay.
I'm going home,
we have a detail on the First Son,
- that should be 24 hours. - Yes, sir.
What are you up to?
- I don't know what you mean.
Yeah, okay.
- Goodnight, sir. - Yes, sir. Goodnight.
Yes?
- Just know that Sam is, he's asking questions.
- I don't give a shit about no Sam,
did you find him?
- Sir, we have checked every inch of this place,
and we have even brought in two canines,
and they would find anything that doesn't belong.
- What the hell is going on, Kyle?
- I don't know, perhaps--
- I will go and I will talk to her right now.
- You need me to help persuade her?
- No, Kyle, I need you to find that son of a bitch.
Can you do that? Can you find him?
- Look, sir, I am telling you that he is not here.
Well, somebody got him out.
- Did she? - And you not know about it?
- Look, sir, I may be way off on this,
but the kids did sneak out of here before.
- This is embarrassing, you understand?
You guys are -- clowns.
- I'm on it, sir. - Handle it.
Yes, sir.
- Donald, you are not allowed in here.
- What was he doing there? - Get out of here.
- Oh, so you think that I'm playing around with you,
is that it?
- I don't care what you're doing.
- Let me say this, if we don't find him in the next hour,
I'm gonna come back up here in the morning
and make you tell me everything.
- Oh yeah? - Yeah.
- Then you gonna get shot in the damn face.
- You need a gun to do that, baby.
'Til morning.
Donald!
- Oh, and your phone? It won't work in here.
So, you can try to call for help all you want,
but trust me baby,
you are gonna tell me everything.
Barry!
Oh, shit, what the...
Who is this?
- Sharon, Mia. Mia, Sharon.
What are you doing here?
Girl, go home.
- Go ahead home, I'll talk to you later.
- Uh-uh. Go!
- Go, keep walking. - Wow.
- Really? This what we doing?
- What the hell? - Really, what?
Ain't you supposed to be somewhere with Kareem?
- I need to talk to your dad.
- He asleep. - Go wake him up.
- For what, why? What do you need to talk him about?
- Barry! Will you just go wake your dad up?
Okay, fine.
- Hey. Hey, hey. - Yo, what the hell?
- Hey, I had to make sure you're okay.
- Man, if you don't get the hell out of my yard--
- No, no, no, I told you, I'll be fine, alright? Just--
- I don't like you running off without explaining anything.
- You don't have a say in this. - Yo, what are y'all two
- doing here? What is going on? - Go on, just--just go. Go.
- What are you? - -!
- Hey, Hey. Yo, y'all come in this house.
Come on in this damn house! All of you.
Come on in the house,
you know Jody done called us and told us you were out here.
- Ma, he's not comin' in this--
Come in the house right now!
- Let's go, Let's go. - Barry, Barry!
- Why's he coming in the house? - Barry!
- Come on Barry, calm down. Jesus.
- I don't want him in this house.
- Alright look, I think you should go.
- No, no. No. I'm not leaving until I know you're safe.
- Kareem, I'll be fine, I'll call you later, I promise.
- Will somebody tell me what's going on?
- She said she needed to talk to dad.
Well, what is it?
- Yes, what is it that can't wait until in the morning?
Tell them, Sharon.
- Talk, girl! - Hey, hey! Whoa, whoa, hey.
- Okay, Okay. All I know--
- Shh. - All I know,
since she won't say nothing.
Is that Sharon was in the pharmacy,
some guy came in, she said that he tried to rob her
so she shot at him, but by the time I got back,
she was missing and the store was wrecked.
What?
- And then when I called 911, some random man answered
and then handed her the phone directly.
What are you talking about?
- That's what happened. That's what happened.
- Alright, stop. - And the President
of the United States has been calling her cell phone directly.
- Wait, who's been calling-- - What, what, the President?
No, Sharon, tell them.
- I just need to talk to Mr. Richard.
Alone, please.
- Okay, come on. Come on. Let's let them talk.
- No. - No?
No.
No, no, we shouldn't talk about this.
Look... it's been a long night,
and you've been through a lot,
and you are obviously confused.
Now, now you should go upstairs,
and you should get some sleep.
Kareem, you should go home.
And we're all going to bed.
Does everyone understand me?
Now there is no way that the President was calling you.
Now he has a call log, and all calls
in and out of the White House are monitored.
And I think someone is playing a joke on you.
Now we, we are all,
going to go, to bed.
Now Kareem, Kareem, you go home.
- But I-- - Trust me, boy!
Go home!
I'll call you later, Sharon
Nah, she good, fam.
- Come on, Sharon. Let's go upstairs.
Dad...
- There's nothing else to say, son.
Nothing.
Wow. Not bad.
It's exquisite.
Yeah. Anyway.
Must be nice having wealthy donors.
Yeah, it must be.
- Oh, looks like there's only one bed.
- I got dibs on-- - And I'm taking it!
Too late, we can fight over it if you want to, though.
- Cheap assholes couldn't even get us two beds?
Guess not.
Mr. and Mr. Holmes.
- No. - Mr. Holmes, I presume.
- Is that what it says? - Check it for yourself.
- They got us up in here posing as a gay couple?
And I'm on top, big boy.
- Yeah, then we both got a problem.
You buying this shit?
- We been over that. - Yeah, I know.
Anything?
- Clear. You?
Clear.
Nothing?
- Why would they just bring us here without monitoring us?
They know we're trained.
Maybe they don't wanna tip their hand.
I don't know.
- Well, I do know about this fancy whiskey over here.
- Hey, you gonna call Lilly? - At some point.
Besides, he's home now.
- Never stopped you before. - Yeah, you right.
Are you gonna call Blakely?
- No. - Why not?
Stop playing, man.
- She knows what she's doing. She wants to lay low.
- We should probably bring her in on this one.
She doesn't want this.
- Oh, but she does. You don't want her.
- I don't want anyone else getting hurt.
Fair enough.
You got something to say?
- I'll go shower then. - Why do you get to go first?
- You're welcome to join me if you'd like, hubby.
Nevermind.
- Yeah, I bet you it was a bubble bath you would, though.
Damn.
What's that?
She's blocked.
- With what? - Her phone, it's scrambled.
No calls in or out all around the house.
- Why do you think that is?
I don't know.
- Don't go over there. - I'm not.
- Yeah you are. - I'm not.
- We'll see... We'll see...
- Where's Sharon? - Hi, Dale.
- Hi. Where's Sharon?
- She's not coming home tonight.
- Oh, I wanted to say goodnight to her.
Yeah, I did too.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
No.
What's, what's wrong?
- There's some strange shit going on.
Yeah, what do you mean?
- I mean with the-- - Is she with that guy?
What guy?
Barry?
- No. No I'm not talking about Barry.
- I'm sorry. - Nobody was talking about Barry
- Sorry. - No, it's...
the guy that was messing with you, what's his name?
- Kyle? - Yeah, yeah
and he's a Secret Service agent, right?
Yeah.
Okay.
What's all this about?
- I'm just trying to-- - What?
Did something happen to her?
- No. - Kareem--
No, no, that...
Why did you say it like that?
- I just asked. - No. No, Dale.
No, I was just asking.
- Dale, you said it that way for a reason.
- Look, I think he had something to do
- with me getting shot. - I knew it.
- Non-lethal rounds and all.
- Is he -- crazy? - Yes, and they all are.
The President, all of them.
- The President? - Yeah.
You should've seen the way he was looking at her
and flirting with her at The White House, it was crazy.
This is nuts.
I know.
I just want them all to leave me alone
and not talk to me again.
It's not a bad idea.
- Now tell me-- - What?
What happened to her.
- I don't know. She won't tell me.
- Okay, well I'm gonna call her.
- No, Dale. Dale, no.
She refuses to talk on the phone.
- Well, I need to know if she's okay.
- I need to know that she's okay, too!
But we're just gonna have to wait until
we see her at the pharmacy tomorrow.
- I don't know if I'm ready to go back to work.
Especially up front.
- I understand. - Can I just work in the back?
Oh, with us?
Yeah. Yeah sure, we'll be there.
- Alright, thanks. - Yeah man, of course.
But, it's not even like it's time
for you to get back to work.
Okay. Thanks.
You should get some rest.
I should be telling you that.
You just got out of the hospital.
Just go back to being all relaxed.
Hi, uh...
Did you put the clothes in the washer?
- Yes. - Okay, good.
Tell her to come see me.
- Okay. Do you want me to wait outside?
Yeah.
Okay.
You okay?
No.
What happened?
- Um, this agent that Dale was messing with--
Do you know his name?
- No, Dale knows it. I can get it.
- Okay, please. But not, not on the phone.
Okay.
Sharon, what happened?
- He came into the store and he kidnapped me.
And I shot him, but he had on a vest.
And he took me to the White House.
You shot him?
Yeah.
- Jesus. Then what happened?
- Then we went through some underground, I don't know,
we went through a garage,
and it was about a block or two away,
and then we got off of an elevator,
- we were in the White House. - Okay.
- And then the President said that he wanted to see me,
and he said that he would make me rich.
- Whoa, what, what the, what?
- He said he would make me rich if I just slept with him.
Geez.
- And he said that nobody else would know, but me and him.
And he had an apartment, money, everything.
Alright...
Sharon, I know you're not lying.
- No, no, I'm not, I promise I'm not.
I know, but...
this is, this is hard.
- It is. - It's a lot.
- It is. And I don't know what to do
because he's the President. Like, what?
Okay.
I can help you.
- But, how? I mean, you work there, but...
That's how I can help you.
I don't like this.
- Look, you just go and get you some rest, okay?
Okay.
- And know that your phone is bugged,
so don't talk to anyone about any of this.
And I'm sure they put some bugs in your clothes too,
so just be careful what you say.
- Okay. - And tell Kareem anything,
but this.
- Okay. Thank you. - Yeah.
You okay?
- Yeah, I'm, I'm okay. - Okay.
Uh...
Is it bad?
He is worse than I thought.
- So, what are you gonna do?
I'm gonna handle it.
- Hey. - Hey.
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
- Sharon, tell me what happened.
I can't. I can't.
- Well, is my father gonna take care of it at least?
As best as he can.
- Sharon, look at you, you're shaking.
I know.
- Come here. Come here. - No, stop.
- I'm just... - No.
- I'm just going to hold you. - Barry...
- Why are you being like this?
- Mm-mm, you're not touching me. - Why not?
- Because you smell like that girl down there.
Sharon...
- I thought you was over those Rakadushis.
What?
- Yeah, she looked different without all that shit on.
- What are you talking about?
- You didn't know that? - Know what?
- I see her around the store all the time.
- What the hell. - What?
- --! - What?
What are you doing?
She took the money!
Oh my god.
- No, it was Ruth's money and she sent her here!
Shit.
Damn it.
Wow.
- Please don't. Please don't, not right now.
- I'm sorry for your loss. Who was she to you?
My girlfriend.
I'm sorry.
Yeah.
- We need to ask you a few questions.
- What? - What happened?
- We were standing in there, just talking,
and a bullet just came through that window.
And um,
that was it.
- Sorry. - We were two feet apart.
- It's horrible when these things happen.
I don't understand.
We arrested several people.
What?
- Yeah, there was a gang shootout
in the building behind yours.
It was a stray bullet.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
How can you be so sure?
- Well, we caught a guy running,
and we have a confession. We'll run ballistics,
but we're pretty sure we know what happened.
- Okay. - I'm sorry.
- Shit. - Good morning.
- It was so hard for me to sleep
with you standing there like that.
- Well, you seemed to do fine.
- Look, do you wanna tell me what this is all about?
- I don't know, sir. - Why are you here?
To assist you, sir.
- Oh yeah? You want to assist me?
Yes, sir.
- Why don't you open the window and jump out of it?
- We won't be doing that today, sir.
- Hey, you're Secret Service, right?
Where's my sister?
- Sir? - My sister.
My mother sent her away, I haven't seen her since.
- I don't know where your sister is, sir.
- Is she -- you, too? - Sir?
My mom.
Are you one of the boy toys that she's screwing?
- Sir, you really should, uh, start your day.
- Start my day? What do you think I do, homework?
This is my day.
Yes, sir.
- Yeah, you're screwing her. I can see it.
How much is she paying you for that? Good rate?
- Son, you really should be quiet.
- Yeah, what are you gonna do?
- Well, I have permission to keep you in line.
Okay.
Then maybe you should get up.
- Fine. Okay. I'm going. Okay. I'm going.
- I need to take a shower. - Yes, that's correct.
- You're not gonna watch me, are you?
- Yes I will. - What?
Look, that's like illegal. I'm underage.
- Sir, I'm uh, here for your protection,
not to harm you.
- Yeah, but you don't think that watching me shower
is harming me?
- Well, maybe if you behaved yourself,
you wouldn't need an escort, sir.
- -- off. - Yes, sir.
- No, that's what I'm gonna do in there.
- I'm gonna be --. - Yes, sir.
- I'm gonna be -- and pleasuring myself
for a really, really long time,
so I really hope you enjoy that.
- Sir? - Yeah?
I'm going to warn you,
if you do that, then I will be forced to be sure
you never do that again.
- Oh fun, I love a good challenge.
- This -- kid.
- Dude, what the hell are you doing?
- I wasn't laying on that sofa.
- No. No, no, no, no, This shit ain't gonna work.
- Yeah, you're telling me. You got the worst damn gas.
Yeah? That's my way of saying
"Get the -- out of the bed."
It almost worked.
Don't smile at me.
I thought you would have talked to her.
Nope.
You didn't go?
- No. Told you I wasn't.
Wow.
Do you believe the Vice President?
- Gotta give him the benefit of the doubt.
Yeah.
Aren't you worried about her?
- Of course I am. - And you're not going?
- What are you doing? - What?
You want me to go or not?
- I want you to do whatever you feel is right.
Bullshit.
You trying to get rid of me, aren't you?
- I thought the farts would've done that.
- Almost did.
- You expecting someone?
No, sir.
Who is it?
It's me.
"Me?"
- Hi. - Hi.
How was your night?
It was great.
Good.
- Any reason why we're a gay couple?
- There's a convention in town for gay rights,
and we thought we could hide you guys in plain sight.
And uh, no two beds?
Sorry. Sold out.
So, what brings you by?
- Have you guys thought about my offer?
- Still thinking about it. - Mm-hmm.
- Okay, what do I got to do to prove to you guys
that I'm on the right side of this?
- I don't know, sir, but--
- He thinks you just want to be the President.
Well, he's not wrong.
- So then why should we trust that you're any better than him?
Because I'm your brother,
I was in the military, same as you.
And I love this country.
And this man is really horrible for the nation.
Yeah, we know that.
- Well, I have to fix it. And I can do it.
- Well, you have an uphill battle.
- I'm aware of that, but I'm going to do it.
Well, we're not so sure.
Okay, well, fair warning,
things are about to get really intense around here.
I'm about to go public with what I have so far.
- What? - Yeah.
I'm on my way to the White House right now to see the President.
- You think that's smart? - Yeah.
And I'll expose you two as heroes and let the world know
that you're going to be my security detail.
Wait, wait, what?
- That way they'll be scared to touch you.
You're serious?
Yeah, I'm going to do it.
How will that work?
- I'm going to tell the President and the press
everything I know so far.
- You better be careful doing that.
- That's why I want you two with me.
What?
That's right.
- So, you want the two of us to go with you to the White House?
Suits are in the closet.
- Mr. Vice President, are you sure that you want to do this?
- Yes. I spoke to my wife about it,
and I'm going to do it.
Well, sir, I don't know if...
- Get dressed, a car will be here for you in an hour.
- Are you gonna tell him that you're doing this?
- Yeah, I'll see how he feels about it.
Make him squirm a bit.
- Listen to me, this isn't a game.
You need to be careful.
- The car will be here in an hour.
Be ready.
He's gonna get killed.
- No, he's the V.P. He wouldn't dare.
They would.
You going or not?
- Hell yeah. Why not?
- Yes? - Good morning.
- Anything? - Nothing.
What the hell, Kyle?
- I know Donald, I'm sorry.
- Where are you? - I'm at the door.
What happened?
Not a sign of him.
You're kidding me, right?
No.
- Uh, Kyle, he didn't just disappear.
- I think he did. - How? Hm?
How is that possible?
- Look Donald, he's not at the White House.
- Yeah, I can see that, but that's not an answer, Kyle.
He had to have some help.
- She got him in? - Mm-mm, no.
What?
- No, she had to have some major help getting him out.
- Like who? - I don't know.
Someone powerful.
No. No, I'm the powerful one.
- You think the President? - Now why would he do that?
- I don't know, he's a really strange guy.
- No, no, no, no, no way, think, think, think.
- What about the First Lady? - Hell no.
- Alright. Well, I'm gonna head back to the White House,
I'll see what else I can dig up.
Okay, this makes no sense.
I know that it doesn't, sir.
- So where the hell is he, Kyle? Huh?
- Look Donald, I don't know where he is,
- but I think that... - No, no, she doesn't.
She does, baby.
Come on.
Shit.
What are you doing up here?
Oh, what is this?
- Oh baby, you are gonna tell us everything.
- Is this a little ménage à trois or something?
- Oh, you think this is a joke? - Yes. Both of you are.
- Donald, please let me-- - Okay.
Please what?
Please...
- Oh. Is that how he begs you?
- Where is he? And why was he there? Hm?
- Oh my god, I have no idea who you're talking about.
- Okay. Kyle? - Yes?
Glove up.
- Oh, oh.
Is that slang for condom?
No, baby,
that's slang for, "kill this bitch."
Donald...
Do it.
Donald!
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- Please. - Now, we're gonna show you
what we do to get information.
- FEMALE REPORTER: We are being told
that an acting press secretary for the White House was shot.
- What did you do? - I didn't do anything.
Are you out of your mind?
- Can't do anything more, I've gone all the way up.
- Is that why you brought Bobby in?
Bobby?
- I'm here to give you this opportunity to resign.
I'm going to the press, and I will ruin your -- life!