- We can show you how we handle the weak.
- MALE ANNOUCER: Previously on "The Oval"...
- I need you guys here at the White House.
- Be there soon, sir. This shouldn't take long.
- You're not making any sense.
- They did it. You hear me? The White House.
- DONALD: Kyle? - Yes, sir?
- Make that shit hurt.
- All right, Kyle. - Breathe.
- I think the Chief of Staff is in on it.
- Is this about the Vice President, Sam?
I was told that you went to his office to see him.
- ♪
- [guns firing]
- I need backup. - MAX: They're not coming, Kyle.
- Damn it. - [gun firing]
- Come on out and face me!
- No, no, no. I can't do that right now.
- Why not?
- Well, I don't wanna see your ugly face.
- Aw, come on. I thought you liked my face!
- Oh, Max, is that you?
- I don't know. Come on out and see.
- No. No, thanks. - Are you sure?
- Why don't you put that gun down, Max, huh?
- You okay? - [groans] No.
- Okay, okay, okay. We're gonna go.
- Oh, Max?
- [guns firing]
- Come on, man. You all healed up.
Let's do this! - No, no, no, no.
I'm good right here, buddy.
- Yeah, you sure? - Yeah.
- [guns firing]
- MAX: We need to leave now! - Come on, get out of here.
- Get me the -- outta here. - Cover me!
- [guns firing]
- Kyle, get out here. - Hey, is that Bobby
that's with you? - Max, let's go now!
- KYLE: Oh, yeah, I'd know that sweet-ass voice anywhere.
- Come on, get out of here.
- Max! - I said go!
- We need to move now. - I said go!
- I can't scramble his signal once I'm gone.
- I don't give a shit. - Get your ass in the car!
We've got what we came for! - No! You got what you came for!
- Max, let's go. - No. I'm gonna end this, Bobby.
- I'm not asking you. - He's right there!
We need to finish him now!
- Son of a bitch, we need to leave!
- You should really listen to him, Max.
I'm sure all hell fire's on its way here to back me up.
- -- this. Come on!
- [gun firing] - Come on!
- MAN: Ladies and gentlemen, the President and First Lady.
- MALE SINGER: ♪ Feels like I'm runnin' 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 ♪
- ♪
- You were worthless. [Kyle groans]
[sighs] Shit, shit.
- [phone buzzing]
- Yes?
- She's gone.
- DONALD: What?
- Max and Bobby. - Wait, wait, wait. What?
- They -- ambushed me, man.
- Kyle, there's other Secret Service guys there.
Where are they? - They took 'em down.
- Damn! Damn!
- Yeah. Shit. - Get your ass back here.
Better yet, I'll just get somebody else on it, huh?
- Who are you gonna get on it, Donald?
- You get your ass here to my office right now.
- Yes, sir.
- Damn it!
- ♪
- Well, I love what you've done with the place.
[Simone clears throat]
So, uh, we were having lunch?
Is there something wrong, First Lady?
Well, I think I should come back at a time when you...
- When I, what?
- When you feel like chatting.
- I will never feel like chatting with you.
- Well, I see.
- But what I do wanna do is look at you.
- Look at me?
- Yes. And study you.
- Well, may I ask why?
- You can.
- Okay, well, why is that?
Well, I really should be going. I hate to be rude,
but I do need to meet with my husband.
It was interesting seeing you.
- Lunch is ready, ma'am.
- Perfect timing. [giggles]
- I didn't... - This way to the dining room.
- I don't think that I can... - No, no.
That wasn't a question.
- Excuse me. What's your name?
- Richard.
- Can you please let the Vice President know
that I'm having lunch with the First Lady?
I don't have my phone.
- Yes, ma'am. - Thank you.
Thank you.
- Richard?
I think my guest would prefer this one.
- Here you are, ma'am. - Thank you.
- Here you are, ma'am.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
- [knocking] - ♪
- May I come in?
- Sounds like you're already in, Donald.
- Okay.
How are you?
- What kind of question is that?
- Okay, let me rephrase that.
Have you calmed down?
- Was I upset?
- Oh, yeah. With your Vice President?
Very much so. - Yeah, well, you know what?
I'm dealing with Victoria's father,
I'm dealing with Ellie gettin' her head blown off.
And then you let the Vice President
just wander in here and just dump a bag
of lies all over me. - I'm--I'm sorry, sir.
- Did you know he was gonna do that?
- No. No, I didn't. - Kinda seemed that way.
Where is that dumbass? Hmm?
- He's still here in the West Wing.
- Can we get him out of the White House, please?
- Actually, I think that's for the best that he stays here.
That way, we can monitor him. Hmm?
- Let me make sure I understand this.
He comes in here, threatens his administration,
and you're just letting him wander around the house?
He's a threat, Donald.
- Sometimes it's better to keep an eye on people, sir.
- Not that mother --. - DONALD: Hmm.
- Tick tock, man. His days are numbered.
- Yes, sir, even him.
- Well, I mean, do you think he's gonna take this public?
- No, not at all.
- No, I guess he wouldn't. It'd ruin him, too.
He's not that stupid.
- Why do you say that, sir? Hmm?
- Come on. The VP goes down
with the administration. It'd be political suicide.
That moron's failed upward his whole life.
This is the best he's ever gonna do.
- I see.
- I want him out of the White House.
- No. No, sir, you know what?
Let's let him stay as long as he wants.
- Why? - I wanna chat with him
in a bit, you know,
see if I can get cooler heads to prevail.
- You think you can get through to him?
- Oh, I know I can.
- All right, Donald. This is on you, then.
- I wanna talk to you about something, sir.
- What's that, Donald?
- Did you have a girl in the White House?
- A girl? - Yes, sir. A girl.
- I've had a lot of girls, Donald.
- A girl that works at a pharmacy, sir.
- Why are you asking me about this?
- Was it the girl we saw in the Great Hall?
- Who have you been talking to, Donald?
Talkin' to Kyle? - No. No, unfortunately
it wasn't Kyle, sir. It was another agent.
- Who was it? - Sam, sir.
- That short little mother --. - Yeah. You know, sir?
Maybe it's best that you not do that again.
- Who's gonna stop me?
- Well, sir, I would think that with everything that's
going on right now, something, something would stop you.
- I promise you she's thinking about my offer right now, okay?
- Offer, sir? - Yeah. Look at me.
How could she resist? - Yeah, yeah, I see.
- So, yes, I had her here. We talked. It's fine.
- You had her here, sir? - I just said that, yeah.
- You mean right here in the Oval?
- Yes. - Hmm.
- I'm not the first one to -- somebody in the Oval.
If these couches could talk. - Yes, sir.
- I want Sam out of the White House.
- No, we need him, sir. - Donald, why can't I
get anybody out of the -- White House?
- Hear me out, hear me out. This is good.
This is actually really good because you see, he,
he trusts me and he comes to us with information.
- All right. Just tell him not
to breathe a word of this to me.
- No problem, sir. - Or my wife.
- Ah, I'll keep him away from her as best I can.
But you...
- Alright, Donald, I don't wanna talk about this anymore.
- Yes, sir.
- ♪
- Easy.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
- You okay? - Get that out of here!
- MAX: Jesus. - Are you crazy?
- BOBBY: Why would you? - You a comedian?
- Are you okay? - They waterboarded me.
- That son of a bitch.
You're safe here.
- Are you sure?
- I promise you. You're safe.
- I don't feel safe.
- Lilly, I promise you, you are safe.
- Hey, thank you for coming and getting me.
- You know I was.
- Yeah, I knew you would. I just, I kept waiting.
- I'm sorry.
- Don't look at me. - You were the one driving.
- Yeah, I was. Fast. Now we gotta go.
- Go? Wait, go? No, no, no, no, no.
You can't leave me here.
- Lilly, we gotta get back to the White House.
- Wait, what? Why?
- I'll explain everything once I get back.
- What? No. - Look...
- No. No, don't, don't,
don't leave me here. Please. You guys can't.
- If anybody comes through that door,
you shoot to kill.
- Well, make sure it's not housekeeping.
- She knows the difference. - You sure about that?
- Max, why don't you go wait for me in the car?
- I'm giving you three minutes.
- All I need is one. All right, I'll be there.
Wait for me. - He's waiting for you.
- Damn it! Max.
- One minute.
- Do you have to leave me?
- I'll be right back.
- All right. He tried to kill me, Bobby.
- He tried to get information. - Wait. How do you know that?
- It's what they all do.
- I can't believe he left me in Kyle's hands.
- Lilly, I promise you, I will kill that son of a bitch.
- No.
- No?
- You have to let me do it.
- I will if Max doesn't kill him first.
- No.
Just get him to me. That's all I ask.
That's all.
- I'll work on that. I gotta go.
- All right.
Am I safe?
- I swear to you, you are. Okay?
- Okay.
- I'll be back. - Thank you.
- I'll be right back.
- MAX: Yep.
Enough with the damn romance bullshit.
- Weren't you supposed to be at the car?
- Yeah, well, I couldn't count on your ass to be there.
I was right, so come on.
- Go ahead.
- ♪
- You don't eat much.
- I'm not very hungry.
- Well, in that case, let's chat.
- Hmm. I thought you didn't feel like doing that.
- Oh, I don't. But this is a monologue.
Shall I begin?
- By all means.
- Not that I needed your permission.
Your husband has leveled some extraordinary claims
against me and my husband.
- Well, I'm sorry, but I don't know anything about that.
- You don't know?
- No.
- Why don't you know?
- Well, I tend to stay out of politics.
I just like to run the house.
- Bitch.
- Excuse me?
- You are just as ambitious as I am.
- [sighs] Ma'am...
- Cut the shit.
See, this is why I don't like talking to you.
You're so damn fake.
What are you two up to? Hmm?
- I'm sorry. I really don't know
what you're talking about. I don't.
- Are you trying to take over the White House?
- No. - The Oval?
- [scoffs] Not at all.
Now, why would we wanna do that?
You and your husband are doing such an excellent job.
- You think so? - Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Absolutely.
- He hasn't done shit since his first day.
- Oh.
- Donald and my father have been running this country.
- I didn't know anything about that.
- Yes, you did.
- How would I know that? Huh?
- Okay, you know what? I can't stand a fake-ass bitch.
What's your plan, girl? Tell me.
- There is no plan. I'm telling you,
I know nothing about what you're talking about.
- You know nothing is the operative word of that sentence.
- Hmm. Well, I'm out of time.
And I need to go meet with my husband, so...
- VICTORIA: Hmm. So the First Lady
invites you to lunch and you have to meet with your husband?
- Yes.
- So rude.
- Well, I'm sorry.
- Why are you here? What's your plan?
- I keep telling you, there is no plan.
- I'm not -- with you!
- [sighs] First Lady.
- Second Lady.
- Well, I swear to you
I don't know what you're talking about.
- Hmm.
- Hmm? So I hate to be rude,
but I'm going to leave.
- But you haven't touched your entree, dear.
- My apologies.
- [door slamming]
- Bitch.
- [knocking]
- DALE: Hey. - Hey, kids.
You've been talking in here for a while.
- Yeah, yeah. We were just talking.
- Everything okay?
- It will be.
- Okay. Well, uh, the store
hasn't been open all day, so I'm gonna go.
But keep...
- Uh, I will, yep, I'll go with you.
- Wait, wait, wait. Are you sure?
- Yeah.
- Sharon?
- No, I'm coming with you. - Yeah, and I'll go, too.
- You're coming? - Yeah, we should all go.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait.
Are you both sure about this?
- Yeah. - What am I missing?
- Nothing. Um, can you help me up?
- Dale, if I have to help you up, that's another reason
why you should just be staying right there in that bed.
- I'm not staying here.
- All right, listen. We'll all go.
Okay?
- Okay. - Okay.
- But before we go, does anybody wanna
tell me what's going on?
- Look, it's nothing. It's nothing.
Let's just go.
- Okay. Let's go. Easy.
I'll wait for you outside. - Okay.
- You got it? - Yeah.
- You can just put your shoes
on like that and you got shot?
- Yeah. [laughs] - Well.
- It's okay. Good. - I guess you are a champion.
- Non-lethal rounds. - That's right. Yep.
- Remember, yeah, non-lethal rounds.
- ♪
- Thank you, dear.
- You're welcome, ma'am.
- Am I?
- Oh, yes, ma'am. Will there be another guest?
- She had to leave.
- I'll take it away. - No, no. No. Leave it.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Did you prepare this?
- No, ma'am.
- Are you sure?
- I'm sure. - Hmm.
Then sit. Eat with me.
- Oh, ma'am, that would be highly inappropriate.
- I insist.
- Well, if you insist, by all means.
- [laughs] Is there a problem, ma'am?
- No. I just prefer this one.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Eat.
- Sure thing.
- Shocking, isn't it?
- Ma'am.
- A ghetto bitch sitting at the White House table.
- [Priscilla chuckles] - Uh, Madam.
- I know, I know. It's shocking.
- [clears throat] I'm sorry, ma'am,
is there anything I can get you?
- What you want, girl? Some grape soda?
Some grape soda.
- Hmm, I'm feeling a little bit like a Merlot.
- Ooh. - PRISCILLA: Yeah.
- She thinks she's fancy. Please, please.
- Uh. - VICTORIA: For my guest.
- Perhaps your guest--
- Uh, Richard? You heard the First Lady.
A Merlot, please.
- Yes, ma'am.
- What's in this?
- Hmm, let's see. There's chicken,
there's potatoes. - Poison.
- No, ma'am.
- I think there is.
- Nope. No poison.
- Yeah. You're trying to kill the diva.
- Oh, no, ma'am.
- Why not? That's what I'd do to you.
- We are two very different women.
Aren't we? - Oh, yes. Yes.
We are nowhere near the same.
- Exactly.
- Yes.
- Well, if you don't mind.
- I'll find out how you know my father.
- Sure you will.
- And if it wasn't for him, your ass wouldn't be here.
- Oh, yes, ma'am.
- But I assure you this. If you try one thing,
your ass will be fired.
- Yes, ma'am. Of course.
Enjoy your lunch. [laughs]
- What the hell? - She wanted me to sit down.
- What kind of a sick game is this?
- One that she likes to play.
- Priscilla. - But I'm so much better at it.
- I don't like this.
- Well, she started it.
- What does that matter?
- Well.
- Are you trying to finish her?
- I would never.
- Priscilla?
- I would never.
- Are you sure?
- Look at my face.
- Don't make me.
- Don't make you do what?
- I can have you removed.
- You would do that to me, Richard?
- Yes. If it means saving your life, I would.
- There's nothing to save.
- I need you to leave.
- What?
- I need you to leave and go to my house right now.
- Why? - Just do it.
- Wait, is there something going on with Nancy?
- No. But I need you to talk to her.
- [scoffs] Richard.
- Priscilla, just go and talk to her.
- What is she? A therapist now? Hmm?
- No. She's your friend.
And I need you to tell her everything
that's going on with you.
- Richard, I'm not going to your house.
- Tell her, 'cause we have no one else to tell.
Do it.
- I have the dinner. - Uh-uh.
No, you're done here.
You're leaving. And you're leaving now.
- Oh, you're serious?
- Deadly.
- Okay. I'll go.
- [Richard sighs]
- [phone buzzing] - It's Richard. Hello?
- Hey, uh, Priscilla's on her way to talk to you.
- Oh, okay.
- Okay. Good. I'm gonna call her to make sure she comes.
- Okay. Okay. Thank you.
- RICHARD: All right. - Okay, bye.
Taking all this junk.
- [thump upstairs]
Barry?
- Where did you take the money? - Barry?
- Then Ruth... Ma, go downstairs.
- Is this the same girl that was in this house?
- Yes, this is the girl that took the money.
Where'd you take it? - Please, let me go.
- You're not going anywhere, until you tell me
where the money is! - This is a kidnapping!
- Girl, you getting terrorized by a cult.
Are you gonna tell me or not?
- Please help me. - She's not gonna help you.
- Barry, come on. - Ma, no!
- Do you want your ass to go to jail?
- No, I want her to tell me wherethe money and where Ruth is
- Go on. - Ma, she is not going anywhere!
- Barry! This is illegal! Are you not hearing me?
- I don't care! I want my daughter!
- You are really losing your mind.
Come on. - Ma, you can't just let her go!
- Go, girl! Go! - Ma, what...
What is wrong with you? - What is wrong with you?
- You acting like she didn't come in here
and take that money! - How did you get her
to come here? - She was down there...
- How did you?
- I know where she hangs out at.
- Boy, you better hope that girl don't call the police on you.
- I don't care. I want my daughter.
- Barry, look at me. We have been over this.
- Yeah, I know we have. But I still want my daughter.
- Baby, you need to stop it.
- So I'm just supposed to let her go?
- No, no, I'm not saying that.
But Barry, we're gonna find her.
- How do you know that?
- Ruth asked for help.
- Ruth is batshit crazy. - Watch your mouth.
- Ma, I'm gonna tell you something.
And I'm not mad or upset when I say it.
- What?
- I'm going to get my daughter back
if it's the last thing I do.
- I know it.
- Even if I have to die for it.
- It's not gonna come to that.
- How do you know?
- I pray to God it doesn't come to that.
- Well, you keep on praying, Ma.
I'm gonna do something about it.
- Hi.
- Hey, beautiful.
- I'm sorry.
- What happened?
- I was with the First Lady.
- What?
- You didn't know?
- No.
- I told the butler to get word to you.
- Yeah, no one said anything.
- Why am I not surprised?
- What did she want?
- She was grilling me on how much I knew.
- What'd you tell her?
- I didn't tell her anything. I played the dutiful wife.
- We gotta take them down.
- And we will. How did the meeting go?
- Just as we anticipated. They hit the roof.
- I wish I would have recorded her.
You know, the people need to know how they really are.
- I'm glad you didn't. It's too risky.
- What did you find out?
- Well, we have allies here.
- Good.
- I just want that son of a bitch out of office.
- And you better believe they won't go without a fight.
- Yeah, I know.
- [phone buzzing]
- Yes?
Yeah, you have clearance at the front gate.
Okay, yeah. We'll meet you outside.
- Who was that?
- The witnesses we need.
- So, are we ready for this?
- We've been ready for this.
Come on.
- Come here. Let me get that, babe.
Perfect.
- Let's go, love.
- ♪
- You shouldn't be up here. - Yeah, what are you gonna do?
You gonna drag me back downstairs?
- If I have to.
- No. Okay, I like to come up here to relax.
- Jason, you need to come inside.
- What? Are you gonna force me?
- Jason. - No, you can't. Can you?
'Cause if you could, you woulda done it by now.
- Will you just come inside?
- No! I'm gonna stay out here, all right?
- Jason, I just think it's best if you come inside...
- What? What do you think is best for me?
You wanna control my life! What do you think is best?
- Jason, it's okay.
- I just...
I'm just really, really angry.
- Yes, I know, I know. I know.
- I don't know why I get so angry all the time.
- Hey, just come back inside... - I killed my grandmother, Grip.
- Jason... - I did.
She was so mean. And she was such a bitch,
but she didn't deserve to die.
I don't even know why I did it.
- Okay, okay. Hey, let's come inside and we will talk about it
- No.
No, I'm not going anywhere until I finish my smoke, so...
So make yourself comfortable.
- Hi. - Hey.
- Did you have any trouble getting in?
- No. - Good.
- This is the big one.
- No, the front check points were the problem.
This will be a cake walk.
- Oh, I'm not so sure. - Why is that?
- What the hell are you doing here?
- I'm the Vice President
and you will stand down in your tone.
- What's going on, sir?
- Shall I take him down, sir? - Why would you do that?
- He's a big part of this. - A big part of what?
- Please let me take him down, sir.
- You touch me and you die. - Stand down, both of you.
- Ma'am, you and the Vice President step inside, please.
- Bobby. - Sir, please?
- Honey.
- [pained groans]
--
[pained groans]
Come on--
[pained groans]
- Sorry.
- ♪
- What the hell? - Oh, we had to take him down.
- Did you kill him? - Nah, they wouldn't let me.
- Max...
- He's just gonna have a small headache.
- What the hell is going on?
- We need to speak to the Vice President.
- Come on.
- What do we do with him? - Bring him.
- I don't think we should leave him with Max.
- Can I put him in the car? - Max.
- Please?
- Sam, you're not looking. - What the hell?
- You're not looking, but these cameras, they show all.
- And you could take care of that in a second.
- [snaps fingers] - Shit.
- Hey, it's all about the country, Sam.
All about the country.
- All about the country, Sam.
- You got cuffs?
- Several.
- I'm gonna enjoy this.
- Oh, I promised Lilly a piece.
- No, this one's mine.
- No, you share. She gets some or I'm out.
- Oh. Oh. So I get shot in the chest,
my best friend gets killed, Lilly gets sprinkled
with water and she gets some?
Yeah, okay. Fine.
There you go.
- Can you help me? - No.
- [Bobby grunts]
- MAX: Come on, hold him up. - I got him.
- MAX: There we go.
There you go. Get back there.
You're coming for a ride, Kyle. You're coming for a ride.
- Napping.
- Sir, how can you do that? Hmm? How?
- By closing my eyes and blocking out
all of your nonsense.
- But we've got a full day, sir. - No, you have a full day.
- Okay, so we really gotta get you in some
of these cabinet meetings, sir, and get you busy, okay?
- What I need is a tee time. When can I go golfing?
- Sir, you can go golfing as soon as you
finish the meeting, okay? - That a promise?
- Yes, that's a promise. - Okay, great.
- DONALD: At least two meetings. - HUNTER: That's fantastic.
- Okay, sir, listen. The press pool is assembled, okay?
- HUNTER: Okay.
- You wanna tell me what this is about?
- HUNTER: What?
- The press pool, sir. - What about it?
- You assembled the press pool. What is it about?
- No, I didn't. - Yes, you did.
- Uh, no, Donald. I did not.
- Sir, you asked the acting press secretary
to assemble the press.
- No, Donald, I did not.
- Who assembled the press pool? - Who was it?
No, no, no! You stop it right now. Right now!
- Who is it?
- Sir, it's your Vice President, sir.
- Son of a bitch.
- Hello, everybody.
I'd just like to say that I'm proud to be honoring
two American heroes.
I have with me Max Carter and Robert Cayden.
We've been doing a full investigation on what happened.
These agents are not at fault. They were investigating a crime.
Agent Yuma did not know the deceased.
- Hunter. - HUNTER: I know.
- What the hell is going on?
- ELI: From what we understand, these agents were
investigating her homicide and uncovered evidence
which links the White House to these crimes.
- MAN: Are you saying you think someone
is connected in the White House to these deaths?
- Yes. - MAN: Well, who could that be?
- I have a clear view at this time.
And we believe it to be the President and First Lady.
Now, we are as eager to get to the bottom of this
as are the FBI and DOJ. - What the --?
- ELI: But I'd like to reiterate that Agents Yuma,
Carter, and Cayden are not suspects,
we are happy to report.
They are heroic agents.
Max should be given the Presidential Medal of Freedom
for the way he's served his country,
as should former agent Cayden.
They are pariots and they should be celebrated as such.
- MAN: How far do you think the President's involvement is?
- All the way. And we are committed
to making sure that the individuals responsible
for these heinous deaths are brought to justice.
- That son of a bitch.
- MAN: You said deaths. There's more than one?
- At this time, we know of two. And as a result,
my office is invoking the 25th Amendment to remove
the President immediately. - [audience chattering]
- Okay. I'm done.
You dropped something.
- ANNOUNCER: Next on "The Oval"...
- Don't go. - Kyle, shut the hell up.
- You mother --! - SAM: Shut the hell up!
- To the Oval, now.
- We have all the proof that we need.
- And what proof is that? These two?
- She is a horrible human. - Is she?
- PRISCILLA: And how bad she treats her children?
- I'd need to see the wizard to be able to cry
for this mother --. [laughs]
[gasping] I can't breathe.
- [audience shouting]
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