- Previously on The Oval...
That low-down dirty bitch is evil.
We will take her down.
- Wait until Donald finds out about this.
- You're awfully comfortable with him.
- That's because I'm -- him. - Damn, he looks bad.
- Why don't you head on back to the White House.
- I have to pretend to be really concerned.
- I should have shot you. - I'm staying in my house.
- We'll just see how great your training really is.
- My girlfriend, she was taken.
- I was told that you were talking about the President.
What are you doing, man?
- I'm not going to tell you to be quiet again.
- I know my rights. This isn't legal.
- Well okay... - No!
No!
- Tell me what you know. Hmm?
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Tell me about your girlfriend. - What?
- Just tell me what happened.
- Man, what do you got the gloves on for?
Why are you panicking?
I just wanted to...
- Hmm, to what? To what? Tell me!
I didn't do anything wrong!
I know that.
Alright, so let me leave.
But why are you here?
Uh, I, uh....
- Come on, son. I don't have all night!
- I don't want to talk to you about this.
- You don't want to talk to me. - I just...
- No, no, no, no, no! You do want to talk about it!
- I don't want to talk, I don't want to talk about it.
- Okay, okay. Well then, well then you have to come with me.
- Wait, why? Why?!
- You have to go see the officer. Hmm?
Alright, hey, hey.
This was a mistake.
- So your girlfriend didn't go see the President?
- No, no she didn't. I was, I was smoking.
- Smoking what? - I was, I was smoking weed.
- And that makes you delusional? - No. Yeah! Yes.
- No? - No.
- Which is it? - It's, I, look...
I just want to go home. Alright?
- Is that where she is, hmm? At your house?
No, no not at all.
- Ladies and gentlemen,
the President and the First Lady.
Are you serious, Sam?
Yes.
- You can't keep me down here.
It's happening.
- Look, I got to take my medication.
You are not on medication.
Yeah, no, I am.
And if I don't take it, then I'm gonna die down here.
That's not in your file.
Look, you have no idea
what you're getting yourself into.
- Kyle, you know how this works.
Just let me out of here, Sam.
Not happening.
- You don't think they're looking for me?
- And who would that be, the Chief of Staff?
Yes.
He hasn't said a thing.
Well, I'm sure that he is.
- Well, then, you should eat something.
- No, no, I need my meds, Sam, or I'm gonna die in here.
- You still haven't told me what your meds are.
- Okay, okay, all right. - So enjoy your night.
- Are you kidding me, Sam? - No, you're in here.
Dammit Sam.
I'm sorry, buddy.
- So, how long are you gonna keep me here?
As long as it takes.
Yeah, okay.
Enjoy your night.
- You are really screwing up big time on this one, Sam.
Chance I'll take.
Well, we'll see.
Really?
- What? - You're having a drink?
I thought you were asleep.
- How am I going to sleep when the man that I love
isn't right next to me?
- I love you. - I love you too.
Give me that.
- It's strong. - After the day we've had?
Yeah, you're right.
You still getting calls?
- Nah, I turned the phone off.
- Honey, it's going to be okay.
Did we do the right thing?
Of course we did.
It's for the good of the country.
- You do understand how hard they're gonna come at us.
Yes, I do.
And that won't go well for them, now will it?
Because they're definitely gonna underestimate
how hard we're gonna hit back.
Hmm?
I hope you're right.
- Please, we have the mattress,
we have the witnesses, what more do we need?
- Okay, then tomorrow, when I meet with the party,
let's hope they don't turn on me.
- Now why would they do that?
Their son.
You know what?
I've been thinking about that.
Thinking about what?
- How far do you think she would go to protect them?
- Simone... - No, no, no, no.
Think about it, okay. Would she use him?
Hmm?
- We would get murdered for floating something like that.
- You know what? I think that we should get the FBI
to put full-time security on him.
- You really think that they would do something?
- Oh, please. They're animals, they eat their young.
- Okay, how would that play if we're insisting
that they can't see their own son?
- Hunter Franklin is not above the law.
I know that.
- Okay, and then we'll find out a way
to float it to the press as well.
He's not doing too good.
What if he doesn't make it?
- But if he does, he'll be another witness for us
to tell the truth.
Yeah.
- Mmhmm. Oh, oh, and wait.
Where exactly is their daughter, hmm?
- We still don't know. - Right, nobody has seen her.
Yeah.
- Right. - You know what? I think that--
- No, no, no, I think that if we find her,
we'll have another witness.
- You really feel that-- - Have I ever been wrong? Hmm?
- Well... - No, no, no, no.
- Not about them.
No, you have not.
- Okay, so we're just gonna have to figure this out.
Okay, yeah.
Tell you what, first thing in the morning
I'll look into how we can find her.
Hmm.
You know, that's gonna be the tricky part.
Yeah, I know.
- Well, now that we have that settled
you can finally get some rest
'cause there's nothing you can do tonight.
- And you can come to bed. - Yes, dear.
- So your ass just won't leave! - Priscilla--
- No, no, no, you're wanna keep disrespecting me?
- Put the pot down. - I'm not putting the pot down.
- Sam, get out of my house! - Priscilla, I'm sorry.
- To hell with your damn sorry, Sam!
- Can you just put the pot down? - I'm not putting the pot down.
If I put it down, it's gonna be on your ass.
- Priscilla... - Sam, get out of my house!
- Are you really gonna do this to me?
Oh, you damn right.
Priscilla, I love you.
You know what you love, Sam?
Is making me crazy!
Priscilla, I'm so sorry.
- To hell with your damn sorry!
- Get out of my house! - Okay, okay, okay.
- Can you just put the pot down? - Not until you leave.
Okay, let me get my things.
- Get your things. - Can I just tell you--
- And why are you already dressed anyway, hmm?
'Cause you knew I was gonna come in here.
- You knew I was coming in here. - Please.
- So then get your shit and get out.
- Okay, Priscilla. - Now!
- Okay! But can I just tell you I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.
- Oh please, Sam. - I don't know what got into me.
Okay, I don't know what I was thinking.
- Just get out! - Okay, okay, Priscilla.
Get out of here.
Sam, Sam, let me go! Sam, let me go.
- I love you. - Let me go. Let me go, Sam.
- I'm so sorry. I'm just so sorry.
- I shouldn't have hurt you, you didn't deserve that, baby.
- Why did you do that to me?
I don't know.
- Was I, was I that bad of a wife?
- No, no, no, no, this was me. This was all me, baby.
- This was all me. - I just want you to leave.
I just, I can't even look at you.
I just need you to leave.
- Will you please hear me out?
- You're still not respecting my wishes.
- Okay, okay. - It's not about you, Sam.
- Can you please just leave?! - Okay, yeah. Look, I'll leave.
Then do it.
- But I need you to know that I love you and I will always...
- I'm so sorry. - I don't care. I don't care.
- I'm so sorry, Priscilla. - I don't care. I don't care.
Right.
- Just go. - Priscilla, please...
Let's just take some time off, see a counselor.
Please.
- Oh, now you want to go see a counselor?
Baby.
- Sam, get out of my house.
Okay, Priscilla.
Oh my God.
Shit.
- What? - How long have I been here?
45 minutes.
Is it too soon to leave?
What?
Is it too soon to leave?
The press is here.
I know you don't give a shit.
- Not after the performance I gave today.
That was pretty good.
Wait, is that a compliment?
- You know you can be wicked.
Is that a compliment?
- Just giving the devil her due.
Said the devil himself.
- Well, it seems to be working.
Yeah.
I read that people are turning on the Vice President.
- My Franklin supporters are the best.
- You really think they like you, huh?
I know they do.
- Okay, you keep thinking that.
They made me President.
- So, what are you going to do, Mr. President?
About?
Your Vice President.
Better get him in line.
I'm gonna kill him.
Hunter, you-- you can't kill him.
I can and I will.
- And how will you do that, pray tell?
- He's on a summit trip on the eighth.
He's gonna have plane issues.
Hunter, you are so dumb.
Why is that dumb?
- If his plane goes down, you could start World War III.
Accidents happen.
- The country will be looking to name an enemy,
Congress certainly will.
I'll think of something.
- No Hunter, how about you don't think of anything
because everything you think is stupid.
- I just won't use the side of my brain
that decided to marry you.
Oh yes, yes, yes.
The side that I wish that bullet had blown off.
Your father missed.
It was a warning, Hunter.
Get over it.
- Yeah, why do you say that?
- Because you'd surely be dead.
- Maybe that bullet was meant for you.
- I'm pretty sure your name was all over it.
Weren't you leaving?
- No, I need to be here a little longer.
I need to look a little haggard.
- Oh darling, you wake up haggard.
Are you kidding me?
I'm flawless.
It's so hard to make these press people believe
- I really give a shit. - You'll think of something.
- Yeah, just like I used to make you think
I enjoyed sex with you.
That was some good acting.
No, joy I know.
Faking sadness, not so much.
- Look, we both know that we hate each other,
so can we just not talk?
Fine with me.
Victoria!
What?
I need to check my makeup.
- Can't you see he's in the bed?
Hunter, he can't feel it.
- Don't you care about him at all?
No.
Do you?
- Yes. - Oh, please.
You know, I was never cut out for this mom shit.
They were good for helping us look like the perfect family,
but now that Gayle's gone and this little --
being our saving grace,
I guess I could thank him.
So how about you shut up, okay?
I'll only be here a little while longer.
I wonder what's on television tonight.
I hope he don't give that dumb bitch the rose.
Richard.
Yeah?
Somebody is knocking.
This late?
- Yeah.
Who could it be?
I don't know.
I'm gonna go with you.
- Who is that? - I don't know.
Who is it?
It's Sam.
Hey.
Sorry to come by so late.
- What's up, Uncle Sam? - Hey there.
Did I wake all of you up?
- Yeah. - Is everything okay?
- I'm sorry about that. Yeah, yeah.
- Y'all go back to bed, let me talk to him.
Alright, goodnight Sam.
- Goodnight. - You sure?
What's going on?
Priscilla...
What is it?
She put me out.
- Are you kidding me? - No.
Hell, I'm sorry man.
- Nah. Can I--
- You can have the couch or Callie's room.
- No, no, no, I'll take the couch.
- Okay. - I have to get to work
in a couple of hours. I just need--
- Look man, you don't have to explain. You know that.
Thank you.
Come on.
Thank you.
Have you heard from her?
Who?
- Callie? - Yeah.
I should be asking you that.
- And I should be asking you both that.
- Barry, I told you to go to bed.
- Dad, I can't. - Look Son, now is not the time.
- Dad, that's my daughter. When is the time?
- Barry, I'll tell you what I know.
The FBI has a man on the inside,
and they have footage of the kids.
- Okay, so has he seen Callie?
- They are watching all of the kids, Barry.
- Alright, great. So when are they going to
- shut this shit down? - They are not telling me that.
- Why the hell not? - Barry, listen.
I know your daughter is in there, okay.
And I know how important this is to you, me,
and everybody here.
But you have to understand, okay,
the FBI is after a big drug ring.
- So my daughter is collateral?
- It won't come to that. - How do you know?
- Barry, I can't tell you how I know.
- Well, what the hell, Uncle Sam! What can you tell me?
- Barry, I can't compromise information, okay.
But just know that your daughter is safe
even though the conditions are bad.
- How do you know she's safe? - Barry.
- No, tell me. How do you know she's safe?
- Barry, this is not something you want to hear.
I need to hear this.
Her age...
What about her age?
- She's at an age where they keep the kids safe.
Barry...
- When do they not keep them safe?
10.
- What happens at 10 years old?
- She'll be out of there before she's nine.
- But she's eight now. - My point.
Barry...
And you're okay with this?
- You've gotta be okay with this for her survival, Barry.
- You want me to be okay with a bunch
of crazy mother -- kidnapping my daughter?!
- Watch your mouth. - For the sake of some
- investigation? - You don't have a choice.
- If anything happens to my daughter,
I will never forgive you, ever.
I understand.
Jesus.
Look man, get some rest.
We'll talk about this in the morning.
Okay.
Is everything alright?
No.
What's going on?
Him and Priscilla...
Well, I tried to talk to her.
Yeah, I know.
- It's just gonna take her some time.
Yeah, maybe that will help.
- You know what? I think it will help.
- Maybe it will, maybe it won't.
Well, Richard...
- You have to really love someone
to get over being cheated on.
Richard...
No, no I was just saying.
Well, I'm glad you love me.
I do.
You're here late.
- Yeah, Chief of Staff, you know, he wanted me to
handle a couple of things tonight.
- Oh, okay. - Thanks.
- I'm surprised to see you here.
What do you mean?
- I mean with your girl and all...
Yeah, um, yeah...
I'm sorry.
- That's strange. - Yeah.
Let me check it.
- There you go. - Thanks.
- It looks like you had a sticker blowing.
Oh, shit.
- Band-Aid or something. - Yeah.
Thanks.
- Sir. - Yes.
Well, this was legit.
- The kid? - Yes sir.
Alright, where is he?
I have him, sir.
Okay.
What should I do with him?
- He's still sticking with his story?
Yes sir, he is.
- Alright, bring him to me. - Yes sir.
- Hey, have you, have you heard anything
- from Kyle? - No sir.
Are you tracking him?
- He doesn't have anything to track, sir.
What about his shoes, huh?
No sir.
That son of a bitch.
- Should we be concerned, sir?
No, no, no, no, no.
- Are you sure, sir? - No, it's fine!
- It's fine. - Yes sir.
- Look, you let me know when you're here, okay?
Yes sir.
Yeah.
Well, I'm going home.
Yes ma'am.
Where are the press?
- They're downstairs, ma'am, on the first floor.
Good, good.
I want to walk by them to the motorcade.
Yes ma'am.
- And I'll need someone holding me up
to make it look like I really give a shit.
Yes ma'am.
Donald.
- Ma'am? - What's that look for?
- You're really enjoying this, aren't you?
- Let me ask you a question. - Sure.
- Are the press talking about the Vice President
or are they talking about my son?
- They're talking about your son, ma'am.
- So the little bastard did us a favor,
and I'm going to milk this shit.
I am sure you are.
I will.
- Ma'am, don't you think it would be best
if you at least stayed the night with your son?
- I'm not staying in this shit box.
My bed is much too comfortable, Donald,
- you know better than that. - Yes ma'am.
- Okay, well I'll need some flats.
Red bottoms are a bit too much, don't you think?
- Yeah, yeah.
Get me some flats.
And, you know what?
Nevermind.
I'll go in these.
It was he who jumped, not my sense of fashion.
Yes ma'am.
Lord, this woman.
- Sir. - Hey.
How is he?
The same.
Can I get you anything?
That nurse still around?
Sir...
- The one with the tight ass? - No.
No sir, she's gone for the day.
- Well, if you could bring her that would be great.
- Sir, just because you are the President
- of the United States-- - What?
- It doesn't mean that you can have any woman that you want.
- I have no idea what you're talking about, Donald.
- That girl that you had Kyle bring to the White House...
- That is one feisty little hot piece of ass.
- Yeah, well that feisty hot piece of ass'
boyfriend went to the DC police.
- What? - Yeah.
Huh.
- She told him? - Why wouldn't she, sir?
- I thought I gave her enough reasons not to.
Well, apparently you didn't.
I see.
- But I handled it. - What did you do?
- I've got Secret Service on him right now.
- Good. I want to meet him.
- No, sir. - No, no, yeah.
- Bring him here. - No, sir. That's, no...
- I want to meet the guy that thinks it's a good idea
to go to the police on the President.
Well sir, you know...
Takes balls.
I'll give him that.
- Sir, I'm not going to advise that.
Donald, do you think I care?
I am sure that you don't.
- Let me know when he's here.
And check on that nurse if you can.
Yes sir.
Sir, can we talk about your Vice President now?
- Victoria and I already talked about it, it's handled.
- What exactly do you have planned?
Eli, Max, Bobby, the wife,
and the kids...
They're all gonna die.
What?
That summit on the eighth.
I can't make it because of my son.
They're gonna take Air Force Two
and there's gonna be a horrible accident.
Think he can hear us?
- No, look at his brain activity.
- Okay, well, I don't think that's a good idea.
- I don't care what you think.
- It's done. - Sir, you can't--
You know what?
I'm sick and tired of people telling me
what I can and can't do.
He declared war on my administration.
He tried to ruin me.
I'm just gonna take a page out of Pablo Escobar's book.
- I'm gonna a fill a plane full of my enemies.
- Sir, you are not a drug lord.
Yeah, Donald. I'm worse.
I'm the President of the United States,
and that's what's happening.
Sir...
- Get the -- out of the room.
- Yes, sir. - Out!
- You're gonna have to be more quiet than that, big boy.
Is she asleep?
Yeah.
With all of that noise, I'm surprised you aren't.
- Well, Bobby don't need no-- - No, no, no, no.
Don't do that third-person crap.
Look, I gotta do it.
I'm Bobby, baby.
I got to do some of it.
- What is wrong with you?
- What you working on? - Checking our clearance.
What?
- Yeah, we're still good in the White House.
Really?
- Yup. - Well, it won't be for long.
- I don't know. You know how sloppy that administration is.
- Yeah, I get that. - I want to get in there.
Max...
I think they have him here.
- Max, come on with this, man! - Look!
Sam has him in a bunker, okay?
He's either in this one or that one.
- Okay, so how are you supposed to get in there?
The VP can get me access.
- How? We haven't heard from him in hours.
So what does that mean?
- I mean, you heard what they said on the news.
Maybe it's over.
- By blaming everything on the son?
Yes.
- The mattress top has the DNA of the President
and Denise on it.
- They can just say the son was having sex with her
in the President's bedroom.
- They can't prove that. They can't prove that he was--
- Max, they got us on the ropes.
- Alright, give up. - No, no, no, no, no.
We can't just give up that easy.
- I know what you're thinking. - You know what I'm thinking?
You know what I'm thinking?
Kyle murdered Yuma and countless others.
He waterboarded your precious Lilly,
and now you just want to let him go?
- No, I don't wanna let him go. I know we will get our chance.
I just want to do it the right way.
Where's Bobby?
Where'd he go? No, no, no. Is this Lilly?
Get your -- head straight!
Okay.
So how are you supposed to get in there?
It's virtually impossible.
- You did, didn't you, Mr. Smooth?
I'm Bobby.
- What does that even mean?! - Okay, okay, okay.
Why are you keep getting so worked up about this?
Why don't you just let Sam do what he does?
Sam?
Hey, what's it gonna take?
For what?
For Sam to give us Kyle.
- Sam's a good guy. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
But what's it gonna take?
I don't know.
Kyle to go after his family?
- Max, look, just let it go, alright?
He's locked up and there's nothing he can do.
Yeah, okay.
- Why don't you get some rest, alright?
Yeah.
We'll get him, alright?
Yeah, I got it!
- Hey, did you hear from Kareem?
- No. - No?
We shouldn't have told him.
You think he's okay?
I'm sure he is, yeah.
Damn...
- Where do you think he went?
- He probably went to the pharmacy.
Let's hope.
Yeah.
Where do you think he went?
- I hope he didn't go to the police.
He wouldn't do that.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
- He does love to protect you.
He wouldn't do that.
I hope he wouldn't do that.
- Yeah, 'cause you know they're in on it, right?
What?
- Kyle told me that if anyone calls about the White House
they know right away.
- No, he's smart. He wouldn't do that.
I hope he wouldn't.
- I'm just gonna call him again.
Still no answer?
No.
Okay.
Are you worried?
- No. - You look worried.
Because you look worried.
Well...
- Can you believe we are in this situation?
No.
- I mean, he must really like you.
Okay, look who's talking.
- You ever think how we even got on their radar
in the first place?
No.
- I mean, you think it was like a plan?
What are you talking about?
- I mean like somebody's plan.
- Okay, how much have you been drinking?
It's probably the pain meds.
- Okay, but I don't wanna think about that.
- Let's not. - Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry.
Mmhmm.
- You know, I think I'm just gonna go lie down.
Okay.
- Can you let me know if he calls?
Yeah, I will.
Okay.
He'll call or come back, don't worry.
I hope so.
I'm here.
- We'll be right down.
We?
Yes.
Yes sir.
Hey, hey!
What?
- I promise I won't say anything.
It's too late for that.
- Look, just please let me go.
No, no that's not happening.
- I'm sorry. - We've been over this.
- What are you going to do with me?
That depends.
On what?
- The man. - Come on, please.
- Your girlfriend likes you? - She loves me.
- With all of this whining like a bitch?
- I'm sorry. - Don't say you're sorry again.
It makes it worse.
- Just please tell me what you're gonna do to me.
You've had me tied up like a dog.
Will you shut up?
I have a daughter, man.
- Come on. - No, listen to me.
- I have a daughter. - Shut up!
So you wanted to see me?
Who is it?
Who is that?!
- So, you you wanted to see me?
Hunter Franklin.
- Mr. President, mother --.
- I just hope Kareem is okay. - I'm sure he is.
Next on The Oval...
- I'm gonna teach you how powerful I am.
- I'm going to kill you.
- Damn. - The more that I get pissed,
the more that you're gonna have trouble getting me to stop.
- Stop what? - Tearing your life apart.
Yeah, I'm gonna start with your wife.
- I can have a conversation with the press.
Then we're clean.
No one is clean.
Kareem?
Nope.