- I know that you were talking about the President.
- FEMALE NARRATOR: Previously on "The Oval"...
- I know something happened to you.
You wanna tell me what it is?
- I don't know what I did to make him kidnap me
and take me to the freaking White House.
- Wait, the President?
- Lilly overheard Kyle and Donald discussing
that the President killed someone.
- We found Kyle. - What?
- He's in the Vice President's bunker.
- We're gonna need that information.
- I could lose everything.
- I want you to give Kyle a gun.
- I gave him two guns, sir.
- What the?
- Sam? - What the hell, Kyle?
- Open the gate.
- I can't do that.
- Open the -- gate or I will blow your brains out.
- And you still won't get out of here.
- Are you crazy?
They know that I am down here.
- You do know that code changes every...
- Every 15 minutes.
- It's been that long since I been in here,
so I have to go back to my desk and put in a new one.
- Open the bars now, dammit.
- I can't do that.
- Do you think that I am playing with you?
- I'm telling you the truth, Kyle.
- You try it.
- Okay. Okay. Let me try it.
- Woo hoo hoo! Woo!
All right, looks like we got a standoff, boy!
- Looks that way.
- But I'm not afraid to pull the trigger.
Or to die.
- Same here.
- No.
No, I see that fear in your eyes.
- I'm looking at it in yours, kid.
- You won't do it.
- We both die down here, we never get out.
- They know that I'm here. They will be back.
Huh, how do you think I got this gun?
- I don't know. Donald?
- Close enough.
- So he wants me dead?
- No, this is all me.
- Then let's both go.
- You know that if I pull this trigger,
you're gonna be splat on the ground
before you even have the chance to kill me, Sam.
- Now that's where you're wrong.
The muscle reflex will surely kill you.
- You think?
- Let's try it.
- Okay, okay, Sam. Listen to me.
You got that beautiful wife to live for.
- I got nothing to live for when a -- threatens her.
- Oh, okay, all right. All right.
Well, let's do it then. Let's check out.
- I'm with it. - On three, baby. One.
- Two.
- MALE NARRATOR: Ladies and gentlemen
the President and First Lady.
- MALE SINGER: ♪ Feels like I'm running out of time ♪
♪ Gotta get yours I gotta get mine ♪
♪ Not really sure where we're headed to ♪
♪ I just hope that you make it when I do ♪
- Why didn't you pull it?
- I was waiting for you.
- You're so full of shit.
- Just let me out of here, Sam
- Oh, so now you know you will never leave?
- Open the door.
- I told you I have to go back to my desk.
Let me do that and I'll be right back.
- No, no, no, no, no, that ain't happening.
- Then we both stand here 'til one of our
trigger fingers gets tired. - It won't be mine.
- Just put the gun down.
- You know how I love being this close to you.
- Come on. Put it down.
- I can see all that you've been through in your eyes.
- This how you wanna go?
- I knew it had to happen at some point.
- Come on.
- No, no, no! You open this gate.
You know that they are coming, right?
- Who's that?
The agent who gave you the gun?
- How do you know it's an agent?
- It's Grip's gun?
- No. - Don't bullshit me.
I can see the serial number.
- Oh, Sam, no, no, no. You are not that good.
- Yours ends in the last four of your social.
Or did you not know that?
- No, I didn't.
- Yeah.
You can learn a lot if you were into learning.
- Okay, so you're not gonna open this gate?
Hmm? - It ain't happening.
- Okay, well then I guess, I guess that we both
die right here. - Okay.
- They'll come find us when they hear the gunshots.
- You know they would never hear the gunshots.
- Well, then, we may be down here for a
very long time, Sam.
- It's fine by me.
Not backing down, Kyle. - KYLE: Neither am I.
- Okay. - So, shoot me.
- Nah.
- Why not?
- I want you alive.
- Mm-hmm, that's what all the boys say.
- Looks like we'll be here for awhile then.
- It looks that way, Sam. But they will come for me.
- Not so fast, cowboy.
- Oh.
- VP changes that lock every 15 minutes
in case this happens.
- Yeah, well, Grip got in here before.
- It's 'cause we wanted him to. - Bullshit!
- No, no, no, no.
We wanted to see how far this would go. He was on camera.
He's being arrested as we speak.
- You are so full of shit.
- We'll see.
- Yeah, okay.
Well, tick tock, tick tock.
- Yeah, tick tock, tick tock.
- SHARON: Hey. - DALE: Hey.
- Are you all right? - Yeah, how 'bout you?
- I'm fine. [sighs]
So what was up with Kareem?
- He didn't seem good. - Oh, wow.
- You know Mr. Richard came to talk to him and he was
like, you need to get out. Kicked him out.
- He scared him.
- Yeah.
- Can't believe this.
- Neither can I.
- So has anyone tried to contact you?
- No. - Okay, good, good.
- DALE: How about you?
- No, not since I've been here.
- This must be awkward for you.
- What do you mean? - Having to be here.
- Oh, yeah.
- I can feel the tension in this place.
- Can you really? - DALE: Yeah.
- Well, hopefully it won't be for much longer.
We can get back to normal.
- [sighs] Yeah, when do you think that'll be?
- When this bastard is in jail.
- Do you think he'll ever go to jail?
- I hope so. I mean, look at what he's done to us.
- Yeah.
- And think about how many more.
- I know.
- But that's okay, because I trust Sam and Mr. Richard.
- You know they're not the President though.
- I know, but they're really connected.
- Really? - Yes.
Mr. Richard has been working in that White House for years.
- Yeah? - Yeah, a lotta people know him.
And presidents love him.
- Not this one.
- Well, to hell with this one.
It'll be all right.
[sighs] I'm hungry.
- Me, too. What do you think they're making?
- Let's go see what Mrs. Nancy's making.
- Hey, guys.
So come on and set the table for dinner.
- Perfect.
Yes, Miss Nancy.
- You wanted to see me, ma'am?
- Have you been watching the news?
- No, ma'am. I've been too busy running the country.
- [sighs] Yes, someone has to do that.
- Yeah. Yeah, someone does, ma'am.
- With that being said, they're saying that my son
should make a full recovery.
- Yes.
- And that if he does, he should stand trial.
- Yes, yes, I'm sure.
- Do you know how much he talks?
- I'm aware.
- Then, Donald, we need to talk.
- Isn't that what we're doing right now, ma'am?
Talking? Hm?
- I think you know what needs to be done.
- Ma'am, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?
I don't know what you're talking about.
- I'm not doing that.
- What do you mean?
- Whatever it is you're not talking about, I'm not doing.
- I don't know what you mean, but if he talks
we all go down.
- Then we need to find another way.
- Donald, I don't like your way.
- Well, my way has worked so far, ma'am.
- Has it? - Yeah.
- Your wife is with them.
- [chuckles] That's only for a matter of time, trust me.
- Hm, well you have two messes to clean up.
- Well, I'll clean up my mess,
but I ain't touching that one.
- Okay. All right.
I guess it's like always.
I have to show the bitch that I can be.
- Are you really gonna do that?
- To save my ass, I'll do anything.
- Wow.
- You just better be glad that you're attached to me.
'Cause who knows where you clowns would be.
- Is that all, ma'am? - No.
- PRISCILLA: Thanks for coming.
- Sure.
- Did you get the stuff?
- I did, but-- - No, no, no. Don't do that.
Come on, give it up.
- Okay.
- [chuckles] Thank you.
- What are you gonna do with it?
- Well, you heard the Vice President.
- Yes, I...I did, but...
- But what?
- This proves that the son did it.
- I know. [chuckles]
- But what?
- I've been asked to gather all the information,
all the evidence that I have.
- Priscilla, this is really dangerous.
- I got this. - Are you sure?
- Yes.
- I mean, if they find out that I did this...
- I got it. I got you, okay?
- Okay. - All right.
Now, thank you for bringing this.
- You're welcome.
Um...
- What?
- I need to tell you something.
- What is it?
- You know that Allan's girlfriend...
- Was killed, yeah.
- Yes.
But he said that it wasn't a stray.
- Really? - No.
- What does he think?
- He thinks that they had it done.
- What?
- Yes.
He said there's no way that it was a stray.
I mean, the shot was way too perfect and...
- And what? - He's unraveling.
- Okay.
- I didn't tell him this, but when I went to the alley
behind his house, I found it hard to believe too.
- Okay.
Well, who does he think did it?
- Think about it, Priscilla.
- Oh, I have my suspicions. But what does he think?
- He thinks the President and the First Lady
had it done.
- Damn.
- You don't seem too surprised about it.
- They will do whatever it takes to clear their tracks.
- You really think that they... - Yes. Yes.
- Well, I'm telling you he's falling apart.
- How so?
- I think he might try to hurt them.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
And I need to go tell Sam about this.
- Let me get his address. - Why?
- I wanna talk to him before you go to Sam.
- No, no, I need to go tell...
- Hey, hey. I know what it's like
to really wanna kill that bitch.
But I didn't do it.
I'm gonna need to see how bad he is.
- I just gotta go to Sam.
- You do what you have to do.
But you give me that address, do you understand?
- Okay. - Yeah.
I'll go by there before I go to my meeting tonight.
- Okay.
- And if he has really solid evidence, I may
just take him with me, depending on how
convincing he is.
- Okay, you got a pen?
- Just text it.
- Okay, let me get outta here before Sam comes.
- Ah, don't worry about him.
- Well, he's my boss.
- And I said don't worry about it.
- Okay.
- Hey, hey, hey. Don't forget to text me.
- You got it.
- All right. - All right.
- Alonzo?
You're doing a good thing here, okay?
- I hope so. - All right.
- It's us. - Mr. and Mr. Holmes.
- That's not funny. - What?
That's what the room's listed as.
We gotta play the role, Bobby, baby. We're undercover.
- Shut up.
Lilly?
- Yeah.
- You good?
- ♪ ♪
- Yeah.
- Good. - I'm good.
- Hey, Lilly.
- Hi. - It's Max, baby.
You know, you don't look so good.
- Thanks, Max. - No, he's an asshole.
- That's not what I meant. - You're an asshole.
- I... - You're an asshole.
- It's just hard being locked up in here all day.
You know?
- I'm sorry.
- We just gotta get this over with.
- We will.
- When?
- It's just gonna take some time.
- Hm.
You've been saying that for a bit.
- I know.
- [Bobby sighs]
- You know, I kinda feel like the fifth wheel of this.
- That's cause you are.
- [gasps] Way to make me feel really bad.
- Is there some place you can go?
- No. I kinda like being in the middle of this.
- Okay. Then sit there and shut up.
- Let's be real. That's not gonna happen.
- Max, man, not right now.
- Bobby.
Look.
- Damn.
Drunk the whole bottle.
- Girl did some damage. Better go talk to her.
- I would if you would just shut up for two seconds.
- Hey, I'm just trying to make you better, all right?
You got this. Go. Go get her.
Hey, I believe in you.
- Lilly.
- I'm not cut out for this.
- I know.
- No, you don't. All right?
'Cause I need normalcy, Bobby.
I need to wake up in the morning
and eat my avocado toast.
And I need to drink my French vanilla coffee.
And I need to go to my office and not deal with
all of this drama.
- Hey... - Nah, don't touch me.
- Okay. Okay.
- And you need to tell me when all this is gonna be over.
- Lilly, I promise you I'm working as hard as I can.
- That's not the answer, Bobby.
- Okay, listen. When this is all over,
I'm gonna take you some place far.
To the mountains where we can get some air
and have a good time.
- That sounds nice.
- I just need you to hang in there just a little bit longer.
- I'm trying.
- Lay off the booze. - No, I'm gonna drink.
- Lilly. - Uh-uh.
And I don't wanna talk about it anymore.
- Okay.
Okay.
I'll be right outside.
- ♪ ♪
- First Lady, what can I do for you?
- Where's Hunter?
- He went to the hospital.
- What? - Yes.
- Without me?
- I'm sorry.
- [scoffs] Why the hell would he do that?
- Well, I thought that you wouldn't
be interested, ma'am.
- Are you kidding me?
You know how it'll look without me being there?
- Well, ma'am, he is taking care of your son.
Hm?
- Don't give me that bullshit.
- Ma'am, the press knows how busy you are.
- Are you kidding me?
- DONALD: No, ma'am.
- No, he's trying to make me look bad.
- No. - Get me my motorcade.
- Yes, ma'am.
- How dare he try to embarrass me.
- Well, he is the President of the United States, ma'am.
- Exactly.
So people will think he paused his busy schedule
while his wife is back here at the White House doing nothing.
Asshole.
- Only there's no press, ma'am.
- What?
- None.
- Why?
- 'Cause I asked them not to go.
I told them that it was a... a private moment.
Mm-hmm.
- And they bought that?
- Of course they did.
- What the hell is going on?
You don't want him being filmed talking
to those nurses?
- No, no, that's not it at all, ma'am.
- Bitch.
Look at me. I know who I'm talking to.
- Ma'am, I just think that it would be best if...
- You know what?
Get me my motorcade over there.
- Yes, ma'am.
- And there damn sure better be press.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Trying to play me.
- I don't think that's it. - Make the call.
- Yes, ma'am.
- I've gotta find something more appropriate to wear.
Where's that wife of yours?
- She's away, ma'am.
- Oh, you still don't have her in line, huh?
- Ma'am?
- You gonna let her bring us all down.
- No, ma'am, that's not gonna happen.
- Yeah. That's what it is.
- No. No, I actually know exactly
where she is.
- Where is she?
- She's at a hotel.
- Hm. Well, go there.
- No, no, she's not just at any hotel.
She's actually at the same hotel staying in the exact
same suite that you and your husband stayed
in on inauguration night, because you see,
the Vice President that you and your husband selected
is so dumb that he doesn't know that I know
that his biggest donor is the hotel owner.
- Hm, yeah, he's not very bright.
- No, ma'am, he's not.
- Neither is that wife of his.
- Dumb as a box of rocks, ma'am.
- Tacky, too.
- You think so, huh?
- You damn sure better agree with me.
- Then yes, ma'am, she is tacky.
- Hm.
Well, get me my motorcade.
- DONALD: Yes, ma'am.
Get a small motorcade for the First Lady.
Yeah, she's used to small ones.
- This is really good.
- Thank you.
- Thank you for letting me come and stay here.
- You're welcome. [chuckles]
- Can I ask you something?
- ♪ ♪
- What is it?
- Um, how long do you think I could stay here?
- Don't you have somewhere to go?
- No, I just, I kinda wanna know how long you think
this is gonna last.
- That's what I wanna know.
- Uh, I don't know.
What, you don't like my house?
- It's not the house.
- It's Barry. - Exactly.
- Well, uh, he'll be fine.
- No, he's angry.
- Well, he's not coming back up in here until he learns
how to prioritize and calm down.
- Good luck with that.
- What do you mean?
- You know your son.
- Yes, I do. - [Richard chuckles]
- You know he can hold onto things.
- I know.
- I don't care how mad he is, he's always
gonna be respectful.
- Well, I hope he learns that.
- Come on, can we just enjoy this dinner?
- Yes, it's really good. - You already said that.
- Sorry. - [Richard laughs]
- That's all right. She has a streak, too.
- Oh, I know.
- Okay, hello, I'm sitting right here.
- Ain't gonna talk about you behind your back.
- Wish you would at this point.
- You, uh, got something you wanna say?
- Yeah.
- I'm listening.
- I'm sorry.
- To who?
- I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry, Mom.
- And?
- I'm sorry, Sharon.
- Okay.
- Go wash your hands and, uh, come sit down to dinner.
- Come up in here like he's five years old.
- [laughter]
- You know he's been that way for years.
- At some point that should change, right?
- I would hope so.
- [knocking]
- Who is that?
- I'll get it.
- Who is it? - It's Kareem.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Uh, you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, uh, is Sharon here?
- Yeah, we, uh, we sat down to dinner.
- Okay, that's good.
Yeah, I just need to talk to her for a second.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah, I just need to, um, just need to talk.
- You wanna come on in and sit down?
- You know what? - No, no, no. Come on.
- What about your son?
- You don't have to worry about him.
Come on.
- Okay.
- Come on in and have a seat. - Thank you.
- Eat as much as you want. [inaudible]
- I'm actually pretty hungry, so...
What the --? - RICHARD: Barry?
- Oh, hell no! What is he doing here?
- You just apologized.
- Well, I take all that shit back!
- Boy, you want me to bust your ass in here?
- Man, do what you gotta do, man y'all can keep all this shit
The -- is he doing here? Why is he here?
What's wrong with y'all man?
- [knock on door]
- ♪ ♪
- Who is it? - ALONZO: Open the door.
- I'm sorry.
- What the hell, man? - I'm sorry, man.
- What were you trying to do?
- I wasn't trying to do anything.
I just wanna protect myself. I told you that.
Look, this is a lot, Alonzo. Come on.
- Okay, I get that. But you could be
arrested right now.
- Yeah, I know. I know.
- If you know, then why did you do it?
- I just...I just wanted...
- I was just thinking about this.
There's no other threat in the White House
other than the President and the First Lady.
- No.
- Did you take this into the Oval?
- No!
That's a dumb question.
- I saw you on camera. - So what?
- Allan, if you're lying to me...
- I'm not lying.
- Then why did you go?
- Look, I went to the Oval, all right?
Unarmed, okay, because my boss, the Chief of Staff,
okay, sent me there.
You think of that?
- He's never sent you there before.
- All right, wow. Look, this is a lot,
like I said. Okay?
I just wanna have a drink and forget about today, Alonzo.
- Are you trying to ruin your life?
- Okay. Okay. Come on.
You gotta get the hell outta here...
- If so, doing that crazy shit will end it.
- I'm not trying to ruin my life, man.
- Then what are you trying to do?
- I just... - You were up to something.
- Alonzo, I just wanna lay down.
- [knock on door]
- Who is that?
- I was gonna get to that. - Who the hell is that?
Whoa, whoa, Alonzo, no, man!
- What?
- You're here.
- Yeah.
I was gonna tell him that you were coming by.
- Wait, wait, wait, what's going on?
What are you doing here? What is she doing here?
- She wants to talk to you.
- What's going on, Alonzo? - I'm leaving. She'll tell you.
- Hi, Allan.
- What's going on? - Can we sit?
- I d--I don't wanna sit.
- Yep...
I wanna talk to you about Ellie.
- What about her?
- I don't think she was killed.
- What are you saying to me right now?
- Not by accident.
- Okay, speak. What are you saying to me?
- Did you see the press conference
with the Vice President?
- Yeah, I saw it.
- So then you know that the President and the First Lady
are under some serious investigations.
- I do know that.
- Well, I'm gathering evidence.
- Gathering evi... You're a cook.
- [chuckles] Be that as it may, I'm gathering
evidence and I'm taking it to the Vice President.
- Do you know how dangerous that is?
- Yes.
But the mounting evidence that we have,
we can get them out of office.
- Okay. Wow.
I don't think so.
- She was sleeping with my husband.
- There it is.
So you have a vendetta.
- He was sleeping with your girlfriend.
And when he was done with her,
someone had her killed.
- So that means that we both can be killed.
- Yes. But if we don't stop them,
how many more times will they get away with this?
- We are not powerful enough.
- Allan, look at me.
All I need you to do is try.
We can make a difference.
- Okay, I don't think--
- Don't you wanna know what happened?
- Yeah.
- And don't you want them to pay?
- Yes.
- Then, let's do this.
- [sighs] Look, I, uh...
- Look, why don't we just sit down and talk.
Come, please, sit.
I'll tell you what I know, you tell me what you know,
and we'll just go from there, okay?
- You go first.
- Okay.
- [machines beeping]
- Hey, oh. It's you.
What do you want?
- Came to see about my son.
- Well, doctor said he's doing better.
- Yeah, I heard.
- So you, you can go.
- What and leave you here with all these young nurses?
- I'm not here for them.
- Why are you here?
- Do you not see our son lying in this bed?
- Yes, I do.
But if he gets out of that bed, he'll ruin us all.
- Would you stop it?
- Oh, look at him, lying there so quiet.
He's cute.
You know, I remember when he was young,
before he could talk, how much I enjoyed him then.
- [scoffs] You never gave a shit about him.
You just handed him off to nannies
and boarding schools his whole life.
- And where were you?
- Running my various offices.
- Please. Hunter, you haven't done shit
since your first day of college. - What?
- Yeah. You've had everything
handed to you.
- Okay, yeah, well, whatever you say.
- You're just too stupid to see it.
- Weren't you going to go back to the White House?
- And have you look like the dutiful father
and me the nagging wife?
- Truth hurts.
- Well, I'm here.
- Yeah, but there's no press here.
- Yes, there is.
- No, I told Donald no press.
- And I told him to send the press.
- And he listened to you?
- No, but my people do.
Look, I'm here so just chill the -- out, okay?
- Yeah, well, I wish you would leave.
- Why, so you can be up on another whore?
- So I can spend time alone with my son.
- Oh, you didn't wanna spend time with him when he
was alive, now you wanna spend time with him?
- He is alive!
- Oh, yeah.
- Oh, the awful shit that comes out of your mouth. I just...
- I know, I know, I know. - [Hunter sighs]
- God, forgive me. You're forgiven.
- You're a god now?
- A goddess.
- You're a piece of work.
- Yeah, well, so are you.
- Okay.
- Where are you going?
- I'm gonna get some air.
- She's not out there.
- Oh, um, yeah she is.
- And how do you know?
- 'Cause I had her put back on the shift
you had her taken off of.
- All right.
Ugh.
- [dramatic music]
- ♪ ♪
- See?
- What?
- I told you no one was coming.
- Okay.
- Give me the gun.
- Give me yours.
- If I do that, you still won't get outta here.
- [scoffs] You're right.
- Yeah, 'cause you need a gun.
- Why don't you just shoot me, Sam?
- We've been over that.
- Yeah. You're right.
But I am...I'm tired.
- Tired of what?
- I'm tired of all this bullshit!
- Okay.
Let it go.
Thank you.
- Can I at least get you to open the gate?
- Nope.
- Okay.
Can you heat this sandwich up for me, Sam?
- That I will do.
- Thank you.
- When you start talking.
- [sighs] That's not happening, Sam.
You just tried to kill me. I'm offended.
- Then you don't get the sandwich.
- [Kyle scoffs]
- Okay.
- [gun shot]
- MALE: Code blue! Code blue! Code blue!
- VICTORIA: What's happening? What is happening?
- MALE: Get her out of here! - VICTORIA: What is happening?
- MALE: Get her out of here!
- What is going on? You said he was fine!
You said he was doing fine!
My son! No, Jason, no! - Look at me!
Look at me!
- I don't understand what's happening!
- Look at me! What did you do?
- What happened? - What are you accusing me of?
- NARRATOR: Next on "The Oval"...
- He's our son.
- He was an inconvenience.
- I've seen the batshit crazy in her eyes.
- MALE: If what you're saying is true,
you're talking about the President
and First Lady being murderers.
- Our lives don't mean shit to them.
If we go to the press, if we talk, they're gonna kill us.
- We're meeting with the Vice President.
But he is the one who's actually helping us.
- If I can't trust you, how can I--?
Hm?
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