- MAN: Previously on The Oval...
- I wanna talk and I wanna talk now.
- You had your chance, Lilly.
- What? No, no, Kyle. Kyle...
[grunting]
- This is going to be fun. - No!
- If you could tell me one thing,
what happened to Jean?
- I killed her.
- I'm here to give you this opportunity to resign.
I'm going to the press.
And I will ruin your -- life.
- Is that about right? - Mr. Vice President--
- No, no. Let him go on.
- No ma'am, he is way off base.
- Is he? - Yes ma'am, he is.
- I'm not so sure.
The man wants to talk.
Let's talk.
- Uh-oh, Victoria wants to talk.
- VICTORIA: Hunter, this man--
- Baby, can I go first?
- Please do.
- This man would be nothing--
- An Alderman.
- Yes, yes.
- On a third-rate city council.
- No...a mother -- dog catcher.
- [chuckling]
- Had it not been for us.
- And you come in here with this bullshit.
- [making tsk sound]
Honey, I think he's trying to threaten us.
- Mm.
As I said...
- Bullshit.
- Look at him. - [chuckling]
- Sitting there so pathetic. - I see him.
- Are you both done?
- Baby, you ain't Barack.
- And we haven't even started yet.
- I'm just trying to get the correct information
so I can get to the bottom of this before it goes nuclear.
- Nuclear? Honey...
[laughing] - Yes. Nuclear.
- Hmm.
We can show you nuclear.
- Yes, we can. - Sir...
- HUNTER: We can show you how we handle a weak,
pathetic attempt at a coup.
- A coup?
- That's what this is.
- And we know how to handle a coup.
- MAN: Ladies and gentlemen,
the President and the First Lady.
- MALE SINGER: ♪ Feels like I'm running out of time ♪
♪ You gotta get 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 ♪♪
- I can assure you I'm not trying to pull a coup.
- Oh, I think you are.
- [making tsk sound]
Trying to overthrow the government.
- Mmhmm, that's what he's doing, honey.
And we will not stand for it.
- I'm trying to get to the truth.
- Your truth is not something you can trust.
- I trust my sources.
- Well, you better be damn sure you can.
- 'Cause we're gonna bury your ass.
- I just want the truth and the American people--
- Can go -- themselves.
I'm the only American that matters.
- I think the people would see that differently.
- You believe that, you're even dumber than I thought.
- We tell them what and how to think.
- The truth is the truth.
That will determine how people think.
And this, this is the truth.
- This is a bag of --.
And it's a bag of lies.
- VICTORIA: And you just pissed off the baddest mother --
in Washington.
- Sir--
- No, I'm not talking about him, dear.
You're looking at the wrong one.
- HUNTER: He doesn't know your truth, honey.
- No, he doesn't know my thirst for blood.
I will kill a bitch
and step over her body to get to butter on the table.
- I've seen her do it.
- Sir, we shouldn't do this.
- VICTORIA: No, we didn't start this, Donald.
- But oh, ho, ho, ho, we're gonna finish it.
- Get your bitch ass out this office.
- HUNTER: And if I hear so much as a word,
if you breathe a word of this...
- Don't tell him, honey.
Keep him guessing.
- I like that. - Yeah.
- Okay.
Go -- yourself.
- Sir.
- Eli.
- Ma'am?
- How are your children?
- HUNTER: Oh, that's right.
They're at that posh little middle school.
- There's one thing that you cannot do
and that is threaten my children.
- Did we just do that? - No.
We would never threaten your children.
I was just asking about those little bastards.
But now that you brought it up, threats and all,
we'll kill those mother --.
- So much for a resignation.
- [scoffs]
- Sir, did you think that was wise?
- [scoffs] To hell with that guy.
- Sir, he is the Vice President.
I mean he could-- - Do nothing.
- Ma'am. - We made his punk ass.
- Ma'am-- - What?
- I don't think you should ever underestimate a man's desire
for power.
- Or a power trip.
- What the hell is that fool thinking, Donald?
- I don't know, sir. - Son of a bitch.
- DONALD: You know what? I'll give him a call and see if
I can talk him out of this, huh? - HUNTER: Alright, do that.
But find out who he's talking to.
Who's he getting his information from?
- Yes, sir.
- And look, I don't care if he is the Vice President.
He breathes a word of this, we bury him so deep
they're not gonna be able to find him with a sonar.
- I'm on it, sir.
- Could you have driven any slower?
- Excuse me, I was speeding the whole way here.
- You call that speeding? - Would you relax? She's fine.
- You don't know that.
- Well, freaking out about it isn't gonna help.
So just stay calm. - [sighs]
Here, put this on.
- A ski mask, really?
- What, you want to just go in there and blow this shit?
- At this point all I want is Kyle.
- And you'll get your chance.
- [phone buzzing] - Phone's ringing.
- Yes sir? - ELI: Hey. Where are you guys?
- BOBBY: On the way. We had to make a quick stop, sir.
- Well, what's going on? - It's Lilly, sir.
- The Chief of Staff's wife? - Correct, sir.
- ELI: What about her?
- She's with us, and she needs to be rescued.
- So she's in danger? - Yes, sir.
- ELI: No, no, no, that's too risky.
I need you guys here at the White House.
- BOBBY: No sir, but with all due respect,
this is not happening without her.
- Excuse me? - BOBBY: She's valuable,
she can help corroborate our story.
We need all the help we can get.
- Look, I just really pissed them off
and I feel like a sitting duck here.
- MAX: Sir, do you not trust your detail?
- No, not after what I just did. - Okay, we'll come to you now.
- Max... - What?
- No. - Okay listen,
I'm gonna stay in plain sight.
- BOBBY: Sir, I assure you, you will not be harmed.
It's after you leave-- - Okay.
Well, my wife is on her way here.
- Do you trust her detail?
- No, I don't trust any of them.
- Sir, just stay put in your office.
I'll get Sam on the line. - Sam?
- We can trust him. - Are you sure?
- MAX: Yes, we are.
Just stay put, we'll have him come to you.
- ELI: Okay, hurry. - We will.
- Listen, I really pissed them off, so I mean it, hurry.
- MAX: We'll be there soon, sir. This shouldn't take long.
- Thank you.
- Are you happy now?
You know we should be there with him.
- We could just gonna walk right through the front door
of the White House? - You did, didn't you?
We should be there.
- I don't know why this feels like a setup.
- Well, it might be, but we're still going.
- Look, I'm just gonna go in and check on her
and then we can--
- Meet our fate.
- We can.
- To the end?
- To the end.
- This is Sam.
- Four-six-zero-two.
- Yeah.
- The Vice President wants to see you.
- What? - Yeah, he's there now.
- What's this about? - Just go talk to him.
- Okay, I'm stepping away now. I'm on it.
- Call me when you can, okay?
- [knocking]
- Hey. - Hey, can I...
Can I come in? - Yeah, yeah.
- Thanks.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- You don't seem fine.
- I'm fine.
Is Dale here?
- Yeah, he's in his room.
- Okay.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait...
You're just gonna walk away from me like that?
- I just want to talk to him.
- Tell me what's going on, Sharon.
- Fine.
Can I just talk to him, please?
- Okay. - Thank you.
- Yeah.
- Allan, listen, I know this is difficult for you,
but I need you here and I need you here right now. Okay?
This is a lot to handle.
So I need you to come in.
[sighs]
- LILLY: [grunting]
- [phone buzzing]
- --!
- How is she?
- Shit!
-- --.
- She won't talk. - Really?
- Nope. - Put her on the phone.
- Here you go.
- [grunts, laughs]
- DONALD: Lilly... - Donald. [chuckling]
Stop it, Donald. - Oh, I'm not doing anything.
- Then make him stop. Donald, please.
- DONALD: Wait, wait, wait, you wanted to play hard chick,
right?
- I, uh...I'm sorry.
DONALD: Nah, do me a favor, baby, hm?
- Okay.
- Are you listening?
- LILLY: Yeah, yeah, I'm listening.
- Do us a favor.
- LILLY: Okay Donald, what's the -- favor?
- You see that man next to you with those pearly-white teeth?
Tell him what he wants to know.
- I don't know anything, sweetheart.
- DONALD: Ooh baby, that's not gonna please him.
- [chuckling] What do you want me to do?
You want me to make something up?
- DONALD: No, you think I want you around here lying? No.
All I want you to do is tell the truth.
- I don't know anything!
- DONALD: Oh yeah, yeah, you know something.
- Please.
- DONALD: Baby, just talk to the man. Huh?
- I can't believe-- I can't you, Donald.
- Well, I can believe you and all this bullshit
you've been causing. - LILLY: Okay, okay.
Alright, well then just let me go and I'll leave.
I swear, I swear.
- DONALD: Leave? No, no, no, no, no, no.
Listen to me, you are way too valuable to me
to let you leave home.
You understand that, right? - Please.
- DONALD: Kyle? - Yes, sir?
- Make that shit hurt. - LILLY: Donald...
- Ooh, yes sir.
- LILLY: Donald... you -- -- bitch!
Let somebody else do your -- work, huh?
You doing this all for four inches?
[laughing] Okay.
- KYLE: Way more than that, baby.
- Kyle, Kyle, listen, Kyle. - ...and three.
- I wanna talk to you. - I figured you would.
- You know? - Know what?
- About what happened.
- No, but I have an idea.
- Okay, what do you think?
- It's something with the President.
- How do you know?
- Kyle is a strange guy, isn't he?
- Has he contacted you?
- No, and I hope he doesn't.
- Okay, alright.
Will you let me know if he does?
- Yeah, but why?
- Well, he came to the store and he kidnapped me
and brought me to the President.
- What? - Yeah.
To the White House.
The President wants me to be his mistress.
- Sharon, that's--
- No, no, that's-- that's not all of it.
He had an apartment for me, stocks in my name,
money, everything.
- You're kidding me, right?
- I wish I was. But no, I'm not.
- Okay...
- What?
- If he's anything like Kyle, if he wants something,
he's not gonna stop until he gets it.
- Well, he's not getting this, so--
- No, you don't understand, you have to be so careful now.
- What do you think I'm doing?
- Yeah, but you know, you can't go anywhere near them again,
okay?
- Dale, I didn't ask for this.
- I know, but you just need to...
- What?
- I think you should just keep Kareem around you
from now on. - [scoffs]
For what?
- For protection.
- I don't, I don't think it's that bad.
- You serious?
They kidnapped you, and they shot me.
- Good point.
- You remember this guy?
- The Chief of Staff?
- Yeah, so he's having an affair with Kyle,
which is why he had me shot.
- What?! You're kidding.
- No, I'm not.
- Are you s-- - DALE: They're crazy.
We have to stay away from them.
- Oh my God, wow.
What did he say to you?
- [sighs]
He threatened to have me killed if I even saw Kyle again.
- Dale, we have to go to the police, we have to--
- DALE: No, Sharon.
There's no one to go to.
Don't you understand? There's no one.
- Shit! What the...
- Just stay with Kareem, okay?
- What the hell is he gonna do?
- They don't like witnesses.
So...
- And how do you know that?
- Just things Kyle told me.
- Of course.
- Just stay with him.
- Wouldn't that put him in danger too?
- We'll be better if we all stick together, honestly.
- God.
- Did you enjoy your late breakfast, sir?
- Yeah, it was, it was whatever.
Could you, uh, could you get me some coffee?
- Yes, sir.
- ♪
- [chuckles]
- Sir, sir, what are you doing?
- Um, um, I'm... I'm going somewhere.
- Where are you going, sir?
- Look, if it's your job to follow me,
then shut your little mouth and do that.
Come on. - Yes, sir.
- Don't ask me any more questions.
- What are you doing? Where are you going?
- I'm going to jump off the roof.
- Oh, okay.
Well, be sure you hit something hard when you land.
- Do you think I'm joking?
- Jason, I really don't give a shit.
- I hate you.
- Well that's an emotion I know very well.
- You're the worst kind of mother.
- I know.
And I'm looking at the proof.
- Tell me before it's too late.
Where is Gayle?
- Where you will be soon.
- What did you do to her?
- She is getting the help you both need.
- You know why we need help, Mom?
- Yes, because I'm an awful mother.
- Yeah, and I hope you can live with yourself.
- I'll die a happy woman.
- You know, I'm tempted to take you off of him
and let him have free reign of this place.
- I'm not sure that's the best idea, ma'am.
- Well, then you better follow him.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Hello, First Lady.
- Hi, Second Lady.
- How are you?
- I'm not doing too good.
- Oh no. What's the issue?
- That husband of yours is a bit of a Boy Scout.
- I'm sorry?
- He didn't tell you?
- No. He asked me to come here to meet with him.
- Did he now?
- Yes.
- Where are your children?
- They're at school.
- VICTORIA: At school? - Mm-hmm.
- And are they still attending...
- Franklin. - That's beautiful.
- Oh yes, it is. And you know what?
They really love it there.
- That's great.
- And how are your children?
- Oh, they're wonderful.
Doing much better than yours, I'm sure.
- Hmm.
Well, I'm sorry, but I really need to go and meet
with my husband.,
- Can I tell you something? - Oh, of course.
- Please.
I don't like you.
I don't like him.
You have the worst taste in clothes,
and now you're wearing this?
- Yes, I thought that it's--
- Beautiful.
- Well, thank you.
- Don't ever come here to the White House
trying to look better than me. Are we clear?
- That's not what I was trying to do.
- No, that's what you were trying to do.
- Now, why would I want to do that?
- Don't question me.
- Well, I'm sorry.
Truly.
- So you were on your way to see your husband?
- Yes.
And I'm running late, so I'm gonna, I'm gonna get there.
- No, no, no, no, no.
You're having lunch with me.
- I don't-- - That wasn't a question, dear.
- Okay.
Um, I just need to tell my husband before we go.
- No, no, no. You'll tell him nothing.
Where's your detail, darling?
- At the bottom of the stairs.
And I don't have my phone, I think I should--
- I'll be sure the staff tells him.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Did that little bastard eat it all?
- Priscilla...
- What?
- It is obvious you're not happy working here.
- I'm happy here.
- Well, you're not acting like it.
- I'm not happy with her.
- Well, you have to work for her, or you can leave.
- I can work for her.
- Then I need you to return to the professional that you are.
- I'm trying, Richard. - Yeah, well...
It doesn't look like it.
- It's hard.
You know what I'm going through.
- Then take some time off.
- I don't want to take any time off.
- Priscilla, it may be for the best.
- It's not gonna happen.
- I'm surprised you're even still working here.
- She can't fire me.
- Yeah, 'cause you played a card
that we were never ever to play.
- I know, I'll do better.
- Have you talked to Sam?
- About what?
- Anything.
Are y'all talking?
- Are you and Nancy talking?
- Yes, we are.
- Well, good.
- And you need to talk to Sam.
- No, Richard.
- Priscilla...
- What Nancy did was 25 years ago.
Sam just did it.
- Okay, okay.
- I'm not talking to him. We're done.
- Okay.
- You want me to be better? Stop bringing his ass up.
- Okay. - Thank you.
- Sure.
- You want me to take that stuff to the downstairs kitchen?
- No. I'll take care of it.
- Great, I'll prepare the lunch. - RICHARD: Yeah.
- [knocking]
- Enter.
- Sir...
- Sam.
- How are you, sir?
- I'm not so sure.
- Is there something I can do for you, sir?
- I'm told I can trust you.
- Yes sir, you can.
- The President killed a woman, framed two agents,
and then killed the maid. What do you know about this?
- Uh, well, sir, I, uh...
- This is not the time to be coy.
- I've heard rumors.
- Rumors?
Bobby says you're with us.
- Yes, sir.
- He and Max.
- So you are working with them, sir?
- They are true patriots.
- Yes, yes they are.
- So are you with me?
- [sighs]
Yes sir, I am.
- Then tell me what you know.
- Yes, sir.
I think the Chief of Staff is in on it--
the cover-up, that is.
And forgive me for saying, but
the First Son has serious issues.
- I see.
- Yes, sir.
- Well,
I'm about to go public, and I just need a few good men
to stand with me.
- Yes, sir.
- Can I count on you?
- Well, sir, if I may ask, um...
- That's why you're here.
- How solid is your case?
- Well, with more and more people like you,
I should have enough information to take it to the Senate.
- His party rules, sir.
- They can't rule away evidence.
- Sir, they are rather, um, cult-like
in their following for him.
- What would you have me do, hmm?
Let the President of the United States get away with murder?
- No, sir.
- No, I won't do it. I won't.
- Yes, sir.
- You know her father almost had him killed?
- Well, sir... [clears throat]
We don't know that to be true.
- I know it. I absolutely know it.
- Yes, sir.
- Look, I know you can't be my detail leader,
but I just need you to keep an eye on my wife and me
until Max and Bobby get here.
- They're coming here, sir?
- Yes, and then I'm going to the briefing room
to tell the press what I know.
- Sir, I'm not sure that's the best thing to do.
- The people need to know.
- Sir, are you sure?
- Yes, just please...
I don't trust my detail.
- I have a few other men that I can put on you, sir.
- No, actually I would rather you send them to the school
to pick up my children and take them to a secure location.
- Yes, sir. - Okay, thank you.
- Yes, sir.
- Hello. - Hey.
- NANCY: Hey.
I was just at the store getting your favorites.
- Thank you.
- NANCY: Richard, thank you so much for forgiving me.
- Baby, I don't want to talk about that right now.
- Don't tell me you're still mad.
- RICHARD: No, no, no, no, no, I'm not mad.
- Okay, good.
- But I do need you to swing by the White House.
- Oh, okay.
Uh, you need something?
- I need you to talk to Priscilla.
- Oh, okay. Uh, is she okay?
- No. No, no, she's not.
- Well, I'll come by. - RICHARD: Okay.
Yeah, she just needs somebody to talk to.
- Are you sure that's the best place to do it?
- Why wouldn't it be?
- I mean, isn't that the place of all the pain?
- You know about that?
- She's told me enough and I put the rest together.
- Shit, I wish she wouldn't have done that.
- So you're asking me to come by and help,
but you don't want me to know the truth?
- Okay, okay, I get it, I get it.
- I mean, you know--you know I know how to keep secrets, so...
- Nancy...
- I--I didn't mean that. - [sighs]
Look, now, it's too soon to be making that kind of a joke.
- NANCY: No, I wasn't. [sighs]
I'm sorry.
- Yeah, I do know you know how to keep a secret.
- Richard, I'm sorry.
- Look, I gotta go.
- I'm sorry. - It's okay.
- NANCY: Look, just call me when you want me to come by.
- Yeah, I will. - I'm sorry again.
- It's alright. I'll call you.
- Okay.
- [sighs]
- Damn!
- [knocking] - Who is it?
- ALONZO: It's Alonzo.
- Hey, man.
Sorry, but that -- kid is insane.
- Alonzo...
- They had me watching him every goddamn second.
They thought he was gonna do something stupid.
I just got off and I came straight over here.
- Alonzo... - So, look I got the Glock--
- Look, man, look around.
- What the hell happened?
- She's dead.
- Who's-- - Ellie, she's dead.
- What?
- They shot her right in there.
- What?
- They said it was a stray bullet.
- What are you saying?
- That's exactly what I'm saying.
She's dead. We were in there talking.
And just like that, a bullet--
- What? What the hell? - Look, man--
- When did this happen? - I need that gun, okay?
- No, no, you're not taking this gun.
- I need the gun. - For what?
What are you going to do with it?
- They did it, man. Okay?
- Allan, you're not making any sense.
- They did it. You hear me?
The White House, okay? She did it.
I think the First Lady had her killed.
- Allan, are you okay? - Look, man, I'm telling you--
- No, you're not telling me this.
- She did it. Okay?
The First Lady did it.
- Allan...
Okay, you're obviously upset.
- I'm not upset!
Alonzo, I'm telling you the truth.
- No, you're not telling me the truth.
What you're saying, it's-- - Is what? What is it?
- It's madness.
- Oh God...
Okay, look...
I know she did it.
She wanted me to beat Ellie with a bat
in the -- head.
- What? - Yeah. Yeah.
- Okay, I'm gonna go now, alright?
- I need that gun, man. Okay? Please.
- No, no. You're not taking this gun.
- I need it, I need the gun. Please.
Don't make me beg you, man.
- Allan, don't make me pin you.
- Okay.
Okay.
- You need help.
Don't talk to me until you get it.
- Don't do this to me. You're all I got right now.
- Don't-- - Please.
- Don't come to the White House with this bullshit,
or I swear I will let them know.
I will do my job.
- [grunting]
- Ahhh. - [chuckling] Ahhh.
- [laughing] - Come on, come on, girl.
- Kyle, I don't know anything, Kyle.
- You're a lot tougher than I thought.
- Please.
- No, no, no. No please, Lilly!
- Look, Kyle, I swear I don't know anything, okay?
- I think you know everything. - No, I don't.
I really don't, I really don't.
- Okay, well, more water.
- --. - Then tell me, Lilly.
Come on, girl.
- Kyle, Kyle, please.
I don't know anything.
I don't, I swear I don't. - My gosh,
you make this so hard on yourself.
[grunting]
- Yeah, come in.
- Sir. - Hey.
I was told you wanted to see me.
- Yes, sir. - What is it?
- This can't wait.
- Tell me.
- May I sit down, sir? - This must be serious.
- Yes, it is.
- Is this about the Vice President, Sam?
- Sir?
- Well, I was told that you went to his office to see him.
- Yes, sir.
- And what did you need to talk to him about, Sam?
- His kids, they were fond of me on the campaign trail, sir.
- Well, I didn't know you were with them.
- In the distance. - Yeah.
You know, if I asked him, he'd probably say
the same thing, right?
- Yes sir, I'm sure he would. - Yeah.
So that's what you went to talk to him about?
Your kids? - His kids, sir.
- Right, sorry, his, his kids.
- SAM: Yes. - Well...
What do you want to talk to me about, Sam?
- Well, sir, uh, this is really sensitive.
- Okay.
- It's about the President.
- What?
- I am friends with the family of someone who claims
she was brought here to the White House to meet
with the President.
- What are you saying, Sam?
- I'm saying Agent Kyle went to a pharmacy, picked her up,
and brought her here to meet with the President, sir.
- Are you serious? - Yes.
- And this girl, she's a friend of yours right?
- No sir, she knows a family that I know.
- And who are they?
- I'd rather not say.
- You don't trust much very well, do you Sam?
- Sir, I'm just trying to do my job.
- Yeah. - And at the same time,
look out for all of us.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, sorry.
Well, Sam, I can assure you that that never happened.
Otherwise I'd know about it, right?
- Yes, sir.
- I mean, is it in any of your books?
- No, it's not, sir. - Boom!
Didn't happen, right? - Except that she says it did.
- Oh, so you had a conversation with this girl?
- No, but my source informed me that--
- So what you're telling me is hearsay bullshit,
sources and all? - Sir, I'm just trying--
- To not tell me one damn thing, Sam.
Not one. - I'm sorry, sir?
- What would you have me do, Sam, hmm?
- Maybe talk to the President. - Yeah? Well--
- Let him know that's not a good idea.
- Maybe I'll get you to do that, huh?
- He's not fond of me, sir.
- Yeah, I'm aware.
First Lady's [unintelligible].
- So maybe you should.
- You know what? I think I will.
- Thank you, sir.
- Will that be all?
- Yes, sir.
- And the Vice President?
- Yes, sir.
- His, his kids, right?
- Yes, sir. Did I say something wrong?
- No, no. Not at all.
Just...
- Very well, sir. Thank you.
- [door shuts]
- I don't trust your ass, Sam. I don't trust your ass.
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- Sorry about that.
- Go on, I'll cover.
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- Cover me!
- MAX: Come on!
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- MAN: Next on The Oval...
- [gunfire]
- I need backup.
- Did you have a girl in the White House?
- A girl?
- A girl that works at a pharmacy, sir.
- What are you two up to?
- Sorry, I really don't-- - Cut the shit!
See, this is why I don't like talking to you.
You're so damn fake.
- ELI: These agents uncovered evidence which links
the White House to these crimes.
- That son of a bitch.
- ELI: We believe it to be the President and First Lady.
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