I'm begging you.
- Just crack her -- skull, one good hit.
- MALE NARRATOR: Previously on, "The Oval."
I'm sorry.
[police sirens blaring]
- RICHARD: Kareem, you go home. - But I--
- But you trust me, boy! What?
- He said he'll make me rich if I just slept with him.
- You can try to call for help all you want,
but trust me, baby, you are gonna tell me everything.
- Please consider my offer. - Yes, sir.
- MAX: Mr. Vice President, are you sure
- that you wanna do this? - Carl will be here
- for you in an hour. - What is this?
- ♪ - LILLY: Donald...
- Donald... - Do it.
- Donald... - [grunts]
- Aah! [heavy breathing] - [grunts]
- Aah! Gawd damnit, no! Aah!
[grunts]
Aah!
♪
- No! No--
Get the -- off of me!
[grunts]
Don't fight this.
[grunts]
♪
[grunts]
♪
Ow!
You like this shit, don't you, huh?
Aah! [heavy breathing]
You have no idea.
Donald, please...
Now...we're gonna show you
what we do to get information, hm?
Donald, please...
- No, no, no, no, no, no, ssh, ssh, it's too late.
- Donald... I don't know anything.
You ready to talk, huh?
I don't know anything, Donald.
Eeh, wrong answer.
- Kyle... - Yes?
The water.
- Donald...Donald... - Oh, no, no, no, no, no,
you wanted to play horn chick, right?
Yeah.
- No. - What is he gonna do?
- It's my favorite. It's called waterboarding, dear.
- What? - You ready to talk?
- I--all right, Donald, what do you want,
what do you wanna know?
- Okay, tell me, hm? - Donald, I don't know.
- Okay, now you are really, really pissing me off.
- Okay, all right. - Huh?
- W--I--I-- What do you wanna know?
- No! No! No! That's not how this game works, hm?
You tell me everything that you know, hm?
Donald, I don't know anything.
♪
- You really care for this fool that much?
- What? - Huh?
- No, it's--
- It's, it's, it's, it's what...what?
♪
I don't know what the plan is.
- Yeah, yeah, you know something, you know something,
- you know something. - No, I don't.
- Yeah, no, no, no 'cuz you just said there was a plan
'cuz I never knew that there was a plan,
so what...is...the...plan?
- 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 ♪
Don't do this.
- No...no, no, I'm not gonna do this.
- Okay. - Huh?
Then let me go.
I'm not gonna do this...
but he is. [chuckles]
Wait...Donald...just wait.
Wait. Wait baby, wait...just wait.
- I've been waiting a long time for this.
- Oh, damn! You ready?
Yes, I am.
You wanna pour?
- Uh, no, no, I gotta go to work.
- KYLE: Yes, sir. - She's all yours.
KYLE: Yes, sir.
♪
Come here, kiss me.
Is that what you like, huh?
Yeah.
♪
- Hey...I'll see you when I get home?
- Okay. - Yeah.
Have fun.
♪
Okay.
- Donald...Donald... - DONALD: Adios.
- Donald! - Too late, babe.
- Kyle... - Yes?
- Please. - No...no, please.
- All right, you can't do this to me, Kyle.
Oh, but I can.
- Okay, uh, all right... all right, I'll tell you.
[scoffs] No.
- What? What do you mean?
You had your chance, Lilly.
- Oh...I wanna talk, and I wanna talk now.
I'm sorry.
- What? No, no, Kyle...Kyle, Kyle...
No, Kyle.
Ooh!
[grunts]
- Listen... this is going to be fun.
Stop it!
How's that, huh?
♪
- Yes? - Sir...
Yes?
- The Vice President's office called...
they wanna meet with the President this morning, sir.
- This morning? - [Lilly grunts]
ALLAN: Yes, sir.
What would you like me to tell him?
Tell him I'll call him back.
Okay.
Allan, what's wrong with you?
Ellie...Ellie's dead.
- What? - ALLAN: Yes, sir.
- Wh--okay, what happened?
♪
- She was shot. - What?
- ALLAN: Yes. - How, how?
- They said it was a stray bullet.
Uh...okay, where are you?
At my apartment, sir.
- Listen, I will stop by on my way in, you hear me?
- Thank you. - Yeah.
[Lilly grunts]
That's my boy.
- Look... - All right. Aah.
[coughs]
You ready now, girl?
- [coughs] I don't know anything.
- Mm...no, that is not it, Lilly.
- Okay, okay... Other than the, um--
- Yeah? There you go.
- They're on the run. [chuckles]
♪
I already know that.
- And they know that you killed Diane.
I didn't kill Diane.
- Well, that's what they believe.
Okay.
- I bet you hid the mattress, right,
so, um...there's no proof?
- Why did you help get him into the White House, Lilly?
♪
- Because he, um, he said he wanted to get more intel on,
um, on what really happened.
How did he get out?
Wait...what?
- He went in, but he never came out.
♪
I don't know.
♪
So, you never heard from him?
No...I haven't.
Where is he, Lilly?
- Kyle, I don't know. - You are lying to me, Lilly!
- I don't know, Kyle, I don't, I swear I don't.
- Oh! Oh, okay-- - I'm not lying, Kyle.
- KYLE: Okay. - Kyle, wait, Kyle--
- Sure, yeah. - You mother--!
- Somebody's going for a swim, Lilly.
You better start talking to me, aah.
Ooh, that one almost hit me in the face.
♪
- You know, it feels good to suit up again.
Yeah.
- What's up with you? Why aren't you dressed?
- I still haven't heard from Lilly.
- Bobby, come on-- - BOBBY: I'm going over there.
- No, no, no, no, no, the car's gonna be here in 40 minutes.
- That's just enough time for me to get there, alright,
- I'll meet you on the road. - No, no, no, not enough time,
you shouldn't do this right now.
- My gut has never lied to me, Max.
Your gut?
♪
Okay, okay, fine.
Where are you going?
- Yeah, I know, I'm an idiot for going with you.
We'll tell him we had a change of plans.
♪
- We going or not? Kind of on a time crunch!
Okay...let's get it.
♪
After you, Mr. Holmes.
♪
[birds chirping]
What are you doing?
Go head.
- Oh my god, what are you talking about?
- No, just go head and say how stupid I am.
Barry...
- No, she came here to take the money,
and I let her in here.
Well...
♪
Yeah, I know.
I told you.
Barry, look, I'm too stressed out
to talk about this right now, so can we not?
♪
- Sharon, what happened with you?
- Barry, I told you-- - No, please...tell me.
- Your dad will handle it, alright?
Okay, fine.
♪
- He say he's gonna take care of it,
so you don't have to worry about it.
Yeah, fine.
- All right, look, I'm gonna go to work.
- You're seriously going to work?
- Well, you gon' pay my bills and help my sister, too?
Okay, fine, do you.
- I am. - All right.
- You sure are doing you. - Yep.
- Rakudushis and all, just running through 'em all.
- [scoffs] I know you ain't about to come at me
with no jealousy shit.
- I'm not coming at you with anything.
- Okay, good 'cuz I'm not in the mood for it.
Okay, fine.
[scoffs] Whatever.
♪
- She wasn't even that cute anyway.
Hey, sir.
You okay?
No...not really, sir.
What happened?
- Well... - Hey, Allan...what happened?
- A bullet came right through that window...
and hit Ellie right in the head.
Allan, I'm sorry.
- I just... I don't know what to do,
I can't believe this.
- All right, look, I got the report from Metro,
they said that it was a gang shooting.
- No, no, no...I don't believe that, sir, for one second.
Why not?
Can I trust you, sir?
- Allan, you handle all of my personal matters,
and you want to know if you can trust me, seriously?
Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.
All right, you can tell me.
- I know I can. - Tell me...hm?
The First Lady, sir.
- Oh...what... [grunts]
The First Lady.
What are you saying, Allan?
- She wanted me to beat-- beat Ellie with a bat.
- Are you serious? - Yeah.
She sent a man here, okay?
He kicked my ass... all over this apartment, okay?
And she threatened to send him back here
every single night, okay, until I did it.
♪
And he did that to you?
- Yeah, yeah, I got the bruised ribs to prove it, sir.
Okay.
♪
I think she did it.
- Allan, I'm--I'm really, really sorry.
- Oh, come on...I don't know what to do with all this.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, hold up,
why--why--why--why would she do all of that?
Oh my goodness,
because Ellie, all right, was sleeping with the President.
- No, no, no, Allan, that's not true, it's not true.
- Sir... - Allan...
- You know it's true. - It's not true.
- I'm not gonna say anything, okay?
I'm not, but you have to level with me, sir.
- Look, Allan, it's not true, okay?
I know the man, I work with him,
- he wouldn't do that. - Oh, come on,
why doesn't anybody believe me?
All right, I saw it with my own eyes.
- Ellie told me. - What?
Yeah...she told me,
and she told me that she wanted to end it with him.
- What? - Yeah.
She told me, sir.
I think...that the First Lady had Ellie killed.
- No, no, no, no, Allan, it was an accident.
- No, right in the head, sir? - Now you listen to me,
this report right here, says it was an accident, okay?
You stop talking right now. It was an accident.
[scoffs]
♪
Okay.
- Okay, now you get yourself together, you hear me?
Yes, sir.
- And I want you to take the day off.
- Yes, sir. - Listen,
we'll get a team on this, they'll call her family,
and we'll get this thing moving, okay?
Yeah, okay.
- Allan...I'm really sorry about this.
- Yeah...thank you, me, too, sir.
Yeah.
♪
It's good.
- Hi. - Hi. Um...did you sleep?
Barely.
- I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.
Okay.
- All right, but in the meantime,
you can, uh, just stay here.
- Uh, well, I need to go back to Kareem's.
Why?
- Me and Barry are not getting along.
- Are you gonna be safe there? - Yes.
- Okay. - Okay.
She took the money.
- What? - Hm?
- The girl that was here took the money.
- She's in the Rakudushis. - What?
- I didn't--I didn't know she was with them.
- Well, how do you know now? - I told him I recognized her.
- Well--well, maybe she's taken the money to Ruth.
♪
- Well, you know what, I hope so.
I mean, I hope they get out of there.
You think?
- I mean, maybe that's why she took the money,
she did ask for help.
- Well, I hope something happens soon,
'cuz Sam ain't doing nothing, Dad.
- Look, I--I told you he would.
- Yeah, you--you been said that.
I am going to see him at work.
- And I got your lunch ready for you.
- Thank you. - Okay.
I'll see y'all later.
- It's on the counter. - All right.
♪
Uh...
♪
- FEMALE NEWS REPORTER: We are being told
that it is the acting Press Secretary for the White House,
- she was shot. - What's going on?
- VICTORIA: Just...listen... you'll know.
- NEWS REPORTER: She was shot by a stray bullet,
and several gang members were arrested in connection.
What the hell?
- NEWS REPORTER: This is extremely unfortunate.
♪
What happened to her?
- If you would just listen, hm. - Tell me!
♪
She's dead.
What?
Stray bullet...poor dear.
What did you do?
♪
I didn't do anything.
This is so reckless
with all the heat we have on us right now.
I didn't do it.
Are you out of your mind?
- Gosh, and that poor boy, he loved her so.
Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
Yeah, so sad.
♪
Where are you?
- DONALD: I'm outside of your room, sir.
Get in here right now!
♪
Sir...
Is that true?
Is she dead?
Yes, sir, she is.
♪
Tell him what happened.
- There was a gang shooting behind her building, sir.
It's legit.
What?
- DONALD: Yeah, don't worry, Metro is all over it.
Yeah, several arrests were made.
♪
- So, now you can stop blaming me for this shit.
♪
- You're both... terrible liars.
[scoffs]
Sir...
♪
- Is there a reason why you're still standing here?
Yeah.
You know this shooting wasn't clean, hm.
What?
- DONALD: Yeah... it was rather sloppy,
you know it--it totally makes a mess between the eyes.
♪
Sniper, hm?
Really?
- Hm. - Yeah.
You know it's only a matter of time before they confirm
that the trajectory of the bullet
doesn't actually match the weapon.
- Well, who could have done that?
- Oh, well...I think we both know the answer to that, ma'am.
♪
Do we, Donald?
Yes, First Lady, we do.
♪
So, you did it.
Oh...no, no, ma'am,
you did it.
♪
But why would I do that?
- Oh, because she was having some good, wild sex
with your husband.
Ooh [chuckles].
No, you would have been more jealous of that than I would.
- Oh trust me about this, ma'am, you are wrong about that one.
- Girl, why are you standing here?
Whatever happened, whoever did it,
we should be celebrating that bitch's demise.
Now go sashay somewhere else.
[scoffs]
Yeesss, honey, yeess!
- Mr. President... - What are you doing here?
- I need to speak with you and your wife.
Me and my wife?
- Yes, and the Chief of Staff, did he not tell you?
- No, but now is really not a good time.
Sir, we really need to talk.
- What part of, 'now is not a really good time'
did you not understand?
- Yes, sir, how long shall I wait?
- I don't give a --.
Sir.
♪
- I thought you were going to wait until I called...hm.
- This is urgent. - Okay, what is it?
- I need to speak with you, the President,
and the First Lady.
- Oh, oh, hey, this is--this is really, really bad timing.
- I understand that-- - Okay.
- But I need it to happen today. - What is it all about, huh?
- I am the Vice President of the United States.
- I understand that, and I am the Chief of Staff
of the United States.
- And I need to talk to you all at once.
Well, that's not gonna happen.
- Make it happen... I'm not leaving until it does.
Yes, sir...hm.
♪
- Hey. - Hey.
- I need to talk to you. - What's up?
- Can we talk outside? - Yeah.
♪
Sam...this is bad.
What is it?
It's about Sharon...
she said that Kyle kidnapped her,
and brought her back here for the President.
What?
- Yes...say he offered her money and an apartment
to be his mistress.
Richard...
- Sam, it's true, and you know it.
Yeah, I do.
- But I--I wanna know.
- Okay. This is the end.
What do you mean?
- I can't do anything more, I've gone all the way up.
He is all the way up.
No...there's no other route.
Sam, this is bad.
You're telling me.
♪
- Is that why you, uh, is that why you brought Bobby in?
Bobby?
- Yeah, I saw him... Bobby, yesterday.
Bobby...
Bobby Cayden.
I didn't bring him in.
- Sam, he--he was here.
- You mean here in the White House?
- Yes. - What?
Yes, he was in the kitchen.
♪
Oh shit!
What?
Damn!
- Sam, what--what-- what are we gonna do?
♪
- Tell Sharon to call me if she sees Kyle.
Okay.
- Until then... I'ma do what I have to do here.
- Okay. - I'll keep you posted.
Yeah, okay.
- Hey, hey, Richard... say nothing.
And you say less.
♪
[cell phone rings]
- Hello? - Hi.
Ma'am...
- I'm so sorry to hear about your loss.
- You don't give a shit about my loss.
- You're right, but I've been trying to work on my sympathy.
What do you want?
- I knew you wouldn't be able to do it.
- ALLAN: Ma'am, can I--
- No, no, you're a good boy, and that's cute.
- I have to go, okay? - Where are you going?
Ma'am...
- Will I see you at the White House today?
I would love to give you a hug.
I will not be coming in.
- Okay, well I'll wait for you here.
Did you do it?
Do what?
Shoot her?
- [scoffs] How would I do that?
I know you did it.
- No, honey, it was random gangs.
- No...I know... that you killed her.
No, baby, don't think that.
♪
Hello?
Huh, he hung up,
he must have really liked that trash.
♪
Cilla.
Richard.
How was your night?
Uneventful...which is good.
- Yes, it is. - Right.
- Um, look you... you started breakfast?
Yes, I did.
- Okay, well, um-- - What, Richard?
- Mason...is gonna cook the breakfast.
Are we really doing this?
Yes, we are.
- Look, if I wanted to kill that bitch,
she wouldn't eat it.
Well...
the bitch thinks that you are.
Hmm...sorry, ma'am.
I'm so sure.
Richard, we will have breakfast.
Yes, ma'am...right away.
Just me and my son.
Yes, ma'am.
- You keep letting all those little things
fall out of your cute little mouth.
- Sorry, ma'am, won't happen again.
[chuckles] How's my father?
Ma'am...
Did you screw him last night?
- No, ma'am, you have me mistaken.
- Well, you get your power from somewhere,
and that seems like the only thing
that will get you to have that power.
Okay.
And Richard?
Yes, ma'am?
- After breakfast, tell Sam I'd like to go for a run.
♪
Just he and I.
♪
Yes, ma'am.
Thank you.
♪
Ooh, Priscilla...
I'm okay.
♪
- Mm-mm, I don't have nothing to say,
I'ma--I'ma go check on my staff.
♪
Like what you see, buddy?
- Sir...you don't have to make this hard.
- [scoffs] Round the clock shifts, I see.
Yeah.
Am I really that important?
Yes sir, you are.
- Yeah, sure... nobody really cares about me.
Yes, they do.
All right...whatever you say.
Where are you going?
Wherever I wanna go.
Jason...
- To breakfast, okay, is that okay?
Can I just go to breakfast?
Okay, fine.
♪
Let's go.
- Are you gonna follow me there, too?
- Yes, sir, I am. - Okay.
- Okay? - Come on.
♪
Hey, hey...I want breakfast.
- Well, good morning to you, sir.
I said I want breakfast.
Yes, sir, right away.
- Don't you wanna know what I want?
You don't want your usual?
No, no, today,
I just need, like, a--a--a really hard drink;
some--some alcohol.
- I'm sorry, sir, we can't do that.
♪
- What? Don't look at him?
I can get you orange juice.
- Okay, yeah, sounds great... with vodka.
Won't happen.
What good are you people?
- Son...you need to wait in the dining room,
and we will prepare your breakfast.
♪
- Hey, you know they sent my sister away, right?
Yes, I heard that.
- Do you have any idea where she is?
No, I don't.
- Okay, but if you did, if you knew anything...
would you tell me?
- Certainly...if you could tell me one thing.
Yeah, what's that?
What happened to Jean?
♪
Hmm?
Jean is dead.
Is she?
Yeah...I killed her.
♪
Is that so?
♪
- Jason...maybe we should go to the dining room.
- No, no! Let him go on, Alonzo.
- Priscilla... - What did I say?
♪
- Go head, Jason, you were saying?
I was saying I killed her.
♪
How?
♪
- I raped her and strangled her to death.
♪
Is that so?
- Yeah, and then I put her body under my bed.
♪
What happened to her body?
My parents took care of it.
How?
They just did.
They just... take care of everything.
- What else have they covered up?
- Wow! You really don't know how this place works by now.
They cover up everything.
Now, can I have my breakfast, please?
Certainly...without vodka.
[scoffs] Come on, Alonzo.
♪
Oh god, oh god, I can't...
Oh, Jean. [cries]
[heavy breathing]
Are you okay?
No!
- Priscilla... what--what's the matter?
- The little bastard needs breakfast.
- Okay...okay, look, I'll-- I'll--I'll take care of it.
He just confessed to me.
What?
- That he killed Jean. [cries]
- Wh--wh--wh--wait, what?
He just said it to my face.
- Priscilla--Priscilla, no. - I'm telling you.
- Wait, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute...
what did he say?
- That he did it, that he killed her.
Okay...how did he say it?
Was he joking?
- He was telling the truth, Richard.
Damn!
Aargh! See, these people...
they think they are above the law.
Mm-mm, but see, we gotta call it in.
- No, no, no, no. - We gotta call it in.
- No, no, no, Priscilla... - [heavy breathing] What?
You took the same oath I did.
- Priscilla, we have been working with the CIA for years,
and no one knows it.
And of all the presidents,
we can't let these two break our cover.
We have to tell them for Jean!
- Yes, but we have to be careful how we tell them.
♪
Richard, I...
- Priscilla... - I can't even.
- Priscilla, listen, listen to me, Priscilla,
I never wanted to work with them.
[crying]
- All I wanted to do was be a butler,
I never wanted to give them information.
- We've never had any information
to give them until now, come on!
♪
This...doesn't feel right.
This don't feel right?
Richard, we have been getting paid for years
on the side by them,
this is the very thing they want us to report,
come on, Richard.
- Priscilla...he has the House and the Senate...
- the D.O. - J is in his pocket,
the Attorney General's doing his bidding.
I know that!
Oh god. [heavy breathing]
- We have to be careful who we share this with.
- I hear you, Richard, okay? - Okay.
- Let me go. - I hope you do.
I do...I do.
- Okay, okay, Priscilla, I'll get his meal.
- [crying] Oh, yeah, that would be smart for you to do that.
I knew he did something!
I said it, I knew it. [cries]
Priscilla, please, please...
[cries]
Okay?
♪
- I want to see him, and I want to see him now!
- DONALD: Sir, I am telling you, this may not be the best time.
I don't care.
- Okay. - And the First Lady.
- Okay, you know what, I called her,
she's on her way down, she should be here any second.
- I don't think you understand-- - You know what, let me--
I'll just go into the Oval, and tell him, okay?
- Fine, yeah, and I'm coming with you.
- Oh, no, trust me, you don't wanna do that, okay,
'cuz he's not in the best of moods.
- He's not in the best of moods, what's--what's his problem?
I'm the one that's doing all the cabinet meetings.
- You don't wanna let him hear you say that...trust me.
- Look, just get it done! - Yeah, hey, I'm--
- Just get it done! Go! - I am on your side, okay?
I'm here to manage it for you, okay?
Trust me, all right, I gotcha.
♪
- Sir... - You know Victoria did it.
- Did what, sir? - Ellie...she had her killed.
- Are you sure, sir? I mean, do you--
Of course I'm sure.
- No, do you-- do you really think
that she would do something like that?
- Of course I do, have you met her?
- I don't know, sir. - You don't know?
- No, but, your Vice President, sir, he's--he's--
- Oh, I ran into that moron, I don't wanna talk to him.
- No, sir, no, sir. - No.
- He's been-- hear me out, sir.
He's been calling and calling.
I don't care, Donald.
- I understand, sir, but listen to me, okay?
Sir, he's been taking all of the cabinet meetings,
and I really think that we need to hear what he has to say
because he's not going anywhere.
- -- him! - Sir...
- No, you-- you don't understand,
nobody wants to listen to that jackass.
I'm the President, he's corny, he's a mascot.
I mean, yeah, have you ever seen him
do a--do a-- do a-- do a press conference?
He's like an Abercrombie model. I mean, it's--it's creepy.
He's that stupid. He's so dumb, he's creepy,
so, no, I don't wanna talk to him,
and no one else wants to talk to him either.
- Sir, I agree with most of what you just said;
however, he's not gonna go anywhere, sir,
we need to deal with this right now.
- Are you telling me... as President,
you're forcing me to talk to the Vice President?
- Sir, I would never force you to do anything
that you didn't wanna do.
So, look, calm down, sir, here's what I'll do.
I'm gonna give the First Lady a call,
and I'll have her come down, we'll deal with it and be done.
- Wait, wh--what are you calling her for?
- He actually wants to see you both, sir.
- Maybe he's resigning. - Let's hope so.
Oh, that'll be fantastic.
- Okay, yeah, just-- - Yeah?
- Dog whistle for Victoria, she'll come running.
- Gotcha. - HUNTER: Well, there she is.
- Donald...we need to talk about Priscilla--
- First Lady... I was just about to call you.
- VICTORIA: Wh--well, Priscilla needs to go, I mean--
Ssh!
The Vice President is in the lobby,
and he wants to talk to you both.
- I saw him. - Yeah?
- What that corny mother-- wanna talk to us about?
- Ma'am, I don't know, but he's insisting on it.
- Well, I insist on good sex, but I'm stuck with this one.
- Yeah, what is all the cloak and dagger bullshit?
Sir, I'm not sure.
- VICTORIA: Is that bitch with him?
- Exactly which bitch is that, ma'am?
His wife.
- No, ma'am, I'm pretty sure he's alone.
- VICTORIA: Mm, well in that case,
I might be able to tolerate him for two minutes.
I'll get him right now.
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- You know what this shit is about?
I'm hoping he's resigning.
Come on in, have a seat.
What do you want?
- ELI: Mr. President... we have a matter to discuss.
- We don't shake hands... sit down.
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- I knew I should have chosen a woman.
Well, honey, you almost did.
Hi.
But, then you'd be trying to -- her, too.
Not if she was your age.
- Look, Mr. Vice President--
- HUNTER: This country-- - What is it?
- Would be so screwed if something happened to me.
- Sir... - You know...
nobody wants to hear from you.
Nobody...voted for you.
Why can't you just be quiet, and enjoy the free ride?
What is it, sir?
- HUNTER: I'm sure it's something simple, Donald.
I'm sure it's something simple that should have been handled,
but this one screwed it up.
And then he got scared and he got confused,
and now he's here.
No balls, this one...no balls.
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- You killed Denise Truesdale, framed two agents,
blew up a van to get rid of the evidence,
and then you killed the maid, Jean.
Plus, there's about 57 other laws that you've broken,
and you haven't even been in office
for a hundred days yet.
So, I'm here to give you this opportunity to resign.
Otherwise, I'm going to the press,
and I will ruin your -- life.
Is that balls enough for you?
- ANNOUNCER: Next, on "The Oval."
- ELI: One thing that you can not do,
and that is threaten my children.
- VICTORIA: That husband of yours is a bit of a Boy Scout.
I'm about to go public.
Yeah, I just need a few good men to stand with me.
- Where's Gail? - Where you'll be soon.
Please?
- You are way too valuable to me to let you leave home.
- Kyle? - Yes, sir.
Make that shit hurt.
- LILLY: Donald... - KYLE: Cool, cool.
- ELI: I need you at the White House.
- Sir, do you not trust your detail?
- ELI: Not after what I just did.
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