[Narrator] Previously on "The Oval"...
[Female] There has been an attempted assassination.
Get the press secretary in here to handle this mess.
You were almost assassinated. And now you wanna -- her?
It's so weird to get turned on by that.
Mr. President, I need to speak with you and your wife.
You killed Denise Truhill.
Trained two agents, blew up a van
to get rid of the evidence, then you killed the maid, Jean.
I'm going to the press.
That son of a bitch.
And I will ruin your -- life.
I am invoking the 25th Amendment.
I am going to wipe you from the face of this earth.
We have them on the ropes.
All we have to do is keep the pressure on.
[Donald] There are bigger parties at play
and you have no idea what you're getting into.
What's the plan?
I have a few people on the inside.
[Male] People you can trust?
I'm leaving.
I tried to tell you, didn't I?
If he gets out of that bed, he'll ruin us all.
President and First Lady, he didn't make it.
[Hunter] What did you do?
I did you a favor. Say thank you.
They're saying that there's rumors that their son is dead.
That poor boy. With a father like that?
And what is wrong with me?
You ready?
All right, just wait, wait, wait.
-Put it down! -You put it down!
I swear I will kill you.
Well, then we'll both be dead.
-Put it down! -Okay.
-Now! -Okay.
Kick it over here. Throw it here.
Throw it.
You really wanna do this?
-Back up. -Okay.
Back it up.
Get that.
Careful.
-Let him go. -Put the gun down
-or I snap his neck. -Don't.
Put the gun down.
-Let him go. -You're married to Sam.
You know I can do it.
-Yeah, I do. -So put the gun down.
So you can kill me, too?
No, I'm not going to kill you.
Then what are you doing here then?
I was coming to talk to you.
Well, this has gotten out of hand
if all you wanna do is talk.
Yeah, it has.
So put the gun down and let's talk this out.
Let him go and then we will talk.
Uh-uh. This is my insurance.
-You think so? -Yeah.
If I let him go, you're going to shoot me.
If I wanted to shoot you, I would have done so
-before you grabbed him. -Right, you got me.
Now, what do you want?
I said I wanna talk.
About what?
All that's been going on.
Well, talk!
I was thinking over coffee.
This is really starting to hurt!
-You think that's something? -Shoot his ass, Priscilla!
-She's not gonna do it. -Stop, Allan.
Any of your neighbors here, Allan?
-Yeah, they should be home. -Hey, hey, hey!
You sure you wanna do this, Priscilla?
Somebody call 911!
-This is starting to hurt, man. -Yeah?
Well, you think that's something?
Shoot this mother--!
-No, she's not gonna do it. -Wanna bet?
No, oh!
-[music] -Ladies and gentlemen,
the President and the First Lady.
♪ 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 ♪
[gasps] Oh, my God! Oh, shit!
--!
Come on.
-Damn. -Get up, get up, get up.
We gotta go, we gotta go.
-You all right? -Yeah.
I got you. This way, this way. This way, this way.
Okay. All right.
Go, go, go, go this way.
Okay, okay.
What's the matter? Cat got your tongues?
Mr. President?
-Hi. -Hi.
-Who are you? -I'm Richard's wife.
-The butler? -Yes.
Do you have a name, Richard's wife?
Nancy. Nancy Hallson.
Hi, Nancy.
So, is this what you guys do?
Sit around here talking about me?
Oh, no, no.
Kinda seems like you were. What are you talking about?
What are you doing in here?
-Sharon. -What?
Should listen to my little buddy.
What are you doing in here?
I came to see you.
And I told you I don't wanna see you.
-Sharon. -You will.
-No Kareem, this shit is insane. -Stop, stop.
You really should listen to him.
-Get the hell out. -Excuse me?
I said, get the hell out.
Nancy, would you like me to leave?
Well, seeing as how I didn't invite you in...
Mm, yeah, I hear that.
But just, you know, assume American soil,
I'm the American President, I thought you'd make an exception.
Didn't you just lose your son?
Yes. Yes, I did.
Then, why are you here?
That's actually the real reason I'm here.
I was just kidding about coming to see Sharon.
I, uh, I came to see Richard.
-Richard? -Yes, yes.
This is, uh, it's gonna be a terrible,
terrible week for my wife.
Well, we have to bring the entire staff
back to the White House.
Oh, oh, okay, okay. Well, I'll go call him.
You phone won't work.
-What? -You can't make a call
'til I leave the premises.
Okay, how did you just walk in here?
Through the door.
No, no, I mean, like, isn't your motorcade outside?
Ah, yeah, I'm kinda traveling light today.
No, sir, you can't do that.
I did.
So, can you, uh, tell Richard I came by?
Okay.
Nancy, you have a lovely home.
Oh, thank you.
Yeah. Did, um, did Sharon tell you
-what I offered her? -Excuse me?
[Hunter] The house, the car, the money.
No. No, she didn't.
Now, why wouldn't you talk
to a beautiful woman like this, with her kind
of wisdom and experience?
I'm sure she would have told you to take it.
You would be wrong.
No, well, in that case, 20 years from now,
you're gonna be living like this, looking like that.
I beg your pardon?
No offense. You are lovely.
Thank you.
With all due respect, Mr. President,
I think you should leave.
I understand, Nancy.
Sharon, would you step outside with me for a second?
No.
Okay.
Well, you all have a lovely evening.
Thank you.
What the hell was that?
[Sharon scoffs]
[laughs] I thought I saw you go in there.
Hi, there!
Hey, oh shit! Can I get a picture?
You're the damn president.
Yes, I am.
[laughs] Come on.
No, you cannot.
Where are your bodyguards?
Why do I need bodyguards when I got beautiful people
-like you who love me? -I don't love you.
I didn't vote for your ass.
-Ah, that's too bad. -No, it's not.
I don't like you.
I just wanted a picture to prove you was here.
Well, your phone won't work 'til I'm off the premises.
What?
But maybe if you vote for me next time,
I'll make an exception.
You bring your white ass around this neighborhood
by yourself again, you won't live to see next time.
We don't' give no -- around here.
Sound like my kind of people.
Are you flirting with me?
I flirt with everything that moves.
Ooh, what kind of shit is that, Nancy?
I know you see my ass and you can hear me.
Shit.
Hey, Dominican!
You like some brown meat?
Come here!
-Talk to you later. -All right, baby.
-All right. -All right.
Woo!
[music]
[gunshots]
I know you're out, Kyle!
It's over!
Yeah, okay.
Get out here!
Come on and get up.
Man, come on and open the door.
Bobby, we can do this one on one.
Face to face.
All right.
I will.
Yeah, okay.
You wanna beat Bobby's ass?
No, I don't wanna beat Bobby's ass.
Get your ass up, man.
Get over here.
I ain't got all day, Kyle!
Put your hands behind your back and turn around.
God, not so tight.
Thought you like it tight.
Yeah. Yeah, I do.
Shut up!
Come on, Bobby. I mean, we go too far back.
-I said, shut up! -Okay, shit. That hurts.
Sit down.
Okay, God, you don't have to be so hostile.
Oh, we getting kinky now?
Shut the hell up.
What's your plan now, big boy?
[painful groans]
-She got me. -We got you, sir.
No, no, no, don't take me to the hospital.
-No. -Sir, sir, you've been shot.
Okay, wait.
You've been in combat before, right?
Yes, sir. So I know what the SOPs are.
-Okay, okay. -You gotta relax.
Listen to me. Just fix it, okay?
-Just fix it. -Sir, we need to get you
-to the hospital. -I said no, damn it.
Okay, just bring the doctor here, okay?
[painful groan] Bitch!
Ma'am? Ma'am?
-Is she dead? -No, sir.
No, sir. No, sir. Bullet hit her shoulder.
It's through and through.
-Bitch! -Ma'am! Ma'am!
Don't you let her leave, you hear me?
Don't you let her leave this house! Don't you let her leave!
-Yes, sir. -You hear that, Lilly?
-I'm in pain, okay? -Oh, and I don't care, bitch.
I need to go to the hospital.
Oh, you ain't getting shit.
Okay, look. Don't touch me.
Look, I said don't touch me.
-Hey, ma'am, ma'am. -Oh, no, you touch her.
-You touch her, you hear me. -Get the -- off of me.
You take your finger and you put it in that -- wound
-if you have to. -Stop.
Shut up, woman. Do you wanna live? Huh?
-Do you wanna live? -Hey, hey, ma'am.
We need to stop the bleeding.
Aw, hell, just let her bleed out, okay?
Oh, that's what you want, isn't it?
Oh, you damn right, baby. You damn right.
-You -- piece of shit! -Come on, baby! Come get it.
-You -- shot me. -Come get it.
[screaming]
We need medical back up and equipment right now.
Just let her bleed out.
That's what you want, isn't it?
Oh, you damn right, baby. You damn right.
Piece of shit.
You're a bad shot, baby. You are a bad shot.
You couldn't hit me sitting on my ass, huh?
Not when I've been shot in the shoulder.
Oh, baby, just keep talking okay?
You just keep on. Keep on talking.
Back up and equipment.
-Ah, shit. -Yes now. Right now.
You need to go to the hospital, baby.
Oh, baby, and leave you by yourself?
Hell no.
All right, well, you may die. You may die.
Not on your life, baby.
Why don't you do us all a favor?
Do us a favor, please.
Not on your life, baby. Not on your freaking life.
Get off of me, please.
Hey, baby, let me ask you a question.
You in pain?
-Yeah. -Oh yeah.
- --! -I hear it.
-Just you wait. -This is -- nice.
[groans] -- you. -- you.
-Oh, yeah, baby. - -- you.
If you lucky, you just might get some of that, too.
Ah, just you wait, baby. Just you -- wait.
Ah, --.
Oh yeah, baby. Just you wait.
Oh, God.
[music]
This car sucks.
I'm sorry, sir.
Smells like hobos.
I'm sorry about that, sir.
Had my pet dog earlier.
You know where I can get, uh, some cocaine and a -- job?
I think I should get you back to the White House.
Did you hear me?
Yes, sir. I heard you.
So, do you?
Sir, I think we should get you back to the White House.
What's...what's going on Alonzo?
-Well... -You gonna help me out
or not, bud?
-Yes, sir. -You know, Grip helps me out.
-That's good, sir. -Kyle.
-Kyle helps me out a lot. -Yes, sir.
You gotta ask yourself, Alonzo, what kind of
Secret Service agent do you wanna be?
You wanna just be a regular, ordinary, anonymous one?
No, sir.
Or do you wanna be one that gets shit done
for the president?
I wanna get shit done, sir.
But I would feel much safer if we would have you back
at the White House, please.
Here's what we're gonna do.
We're gonna go down to the hood.
And we're gonna find a big, beautiful Black girl.
Giant titties and a gorgeous ass.
And we're gonna score some cocaine,
and we're gonna go have a party. Okay?
Sir, I think we should go back to the White House and...
Alonzo, why are you being a little bitch?
-I'm not a bitch, sir. -You're not a bitch?
-No, sir. -You're not a bitch?
-No, sir. -Okay.
Let's go to whore town, score a war bag,
have some fun.
Take me to a whore. That's an order.
Yes, sir.
She's gonna be gorgeous. Gonna have some fun, Alonzo.
Yes, sir.
[Nancy] You phone back on?
No, not yet.
Landlines are down, too.
This is insane.
Tell me about it.
Wow.
He is such an asshole.
You sure weren't saying much when he was here.
-Sharon, I mean... -No, Kareem, you didn't.
It's the President of the United States.
He already threatened to kill me. What do you want me to say?
-I mean, I just wish you... -Babies. Just calm down.
Shit. I just feel so alone right now.
Yeah, well you didn't hear Barry coming down here
-to save you, either, did you? -Young man, don't do that.
-Shit. -And watch your mouth.
I can't believe this.
Now you see everything that I've been going through, Ms. Nancy?
I do now.
Damn, it's like he thinks he's God.
Yeah, he walked in here like he was God, didn't he?
I hate people like that.
-Same. -Think they can just
do whatever they want, like they're above the law.
Right. And entitled.
Right.
-Right. -You know what I hate?
-What? -I hate the fact
that we're all sitting in this house like a bunch of damn rats
-waitin for something to happen. -I know, but it'll be okay.
No, Dale. Everything's not just gonna automatically be okay
because it's better than living homeless in your truck.
Okay, stop. You're not gonna sit here
and be mean to him 'cause you're mad.
Shit, whatever. I'ma go sit on the porch.
I don't think you should do that.
Right. Did you not just see the whole president walk in here?
Yeah, you know, she's right.
But I guess I can just shut up. I guess I talk too much.
Stop, you're fine. He's just being an asshole.
As usual.
When will this man come back in here?
Look, I'm gonna go and I'm gonna call Richard.
Kareem, tell Dale you're sorry.
That's okay, I don't need it.
Kareem?
I'm sorry, Dale.
Thanks.
[phone ringing]
Yes, what?
Send him up. Thank you.
[music]
-Hello. -First Lady.
Hi. How are you?
I'm fine. I'm sorry to the both of you
in this pressing matter.
It's fine.
Is your husband around?
He's in the Oval.
We're both taking this very hard.
It's strange. They said he wasn't there.
Well, you can talk to me.
What is it, Dr. Jones?
Well, the autopsy.
-Autopsy? -Yes, ma'am.
We had one performed.
My son just died.
Well, yes, ma'am.
Why would you do that? I didn't want that done.
This...
this is already too traumatic for me.
I'm sorry, ma'am.
Any person of note here in the White House,
they have to have one.
Well, is that a law?
No, it's just customary.
Not for my son.
Well, the preliminary one was done.
I will have everyone's head at that hospital.
I'm sorry, ma'am. I know this is hard for you.
No, no. You have no...
you have no idea how much this hurts.
He was my only son.
[Doctor] Yes, ma'am.
They did an autopsy.
I'm sorry.
No, no, you'll have him cremated.
Yes, ma'am.
-You'll do it tonight. -Yes, ma'am.
Our religion dictates it.
But you're Catholic, ma'am.
-What did I say? -Yes, ma'am.
Do it.
If it's any consolation, it's a good thing that he died
the way that he did.
He jumped off a roof.
No, I mean, he was doing very well in the hospital,
but he had a very serious bout of cancer.
He wouldn't have lived much longer.
What?
Yes, ma'am.
Oh.
We...we...we didn't know.
We were all shocked.
Well, get it done so we can move on.
I mean, grieve.
Yes, ma'am.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
You need to quit. Shit.
Too old to be a damn White House doctor.
Old ass been here since Lincoln.
[music]
Hey, hey, Max.
-Hey. -How is he?
He's in the room being prepped for surgery.
Okay.
-How bad is it? -See for yourself.
-I have to go. -Whoa, Max...
-where you going? -To fix this.
What is that?
Kyle shot him.
He did, did he?
Yeah, and I'm gonna go take him down with Bobby.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Don't we need him alive?
Don't you start with that bullshit, too.
Right, I'm not starting anything.
-I just... -Don't. Don't.
Just go in there and see your friend.
Okay?
Okay.
Make sure nobody knows he's in there.
You keep that door covered.
-Okay. -You have a weapon?
-[inaudible] -His is in the drawer.
-All right, I'm out. -Okay.
Hey, Sam.
He shot me.
Yeah, man, I know.
I'm gonna kill this son of a bitch.
How bad is it?
They're rushing me into surgery.
Okay man, look. Gonna get through this.
-All right? -I damn well better.
We gotta get these sons of bitches.
And we will.
I need you, Richard.
Sam, I'm here, man.
Look.
I did something.
What?
You gotta help him.
Help who?
I did something, man.
What is it? Tell me.
There's an address you need to put in your phone.
It's there in my phone. Open it.
Look in the notes right there.
Got it?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I got it.
Go to the address.
Make sure the package is there and it's good.
What's there?
Something that can bring all this shit down.
Okay.
Package has to be protected at all costs.
Okay.
I got a...
I got one of my former guys,
one of my former guys, he's the best.
-Okay. -Richard, man,
um, I'm losing consciousness. You have to listen.
Sam, I'm right here, man. I'm listening. I'm listening.
-Don't tell a soul. -I won't.
Go there now.
Okay.
Okay, listen, if this, if this guy is the best.
He's gonna want something.
[chuckles] Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm into that.
You remember the night of the Winter Solstice?
We met there?
Yeah, we got pissy drunk.
Go to the Ferris wheel.
Ferris wheel.
Okay. All right. I see what you're saying.
Okay. Okay.
All right.
Tell Priscilla...
Okay, let's get you into surgery.
All right, hey.
Tell Priscilla.
Okay.
I don't want her to come here.
Okay, Sam. I got you.
Hey, keep her safe, Richard.
I will.
[music]
I can't believe this.
My back. Shit.
Are you okay?
I will be.
Well, imagine how he feels.
You think he'll come back?
They always come back.
How do you know all this shit?
All of what?
That he was gonna show up and everything?
Don't worry about him.
Wait, you want me to trust you,
but you're not gonna tell me anything?
Allan, I can't always tell you everything.
Okay, you know, that's bullshit, okay?
I'm not telling you anything either, then.
Okay, good.
That's the perfect way for me to keep you alive.
What the hell is going on, Priscilla?
How did I get into this?
I don't know. But we'll get out of it.
-How can you be so sure? -We will.
Look, they've done a lot and...
And what?
-Nothing. -What is it? Tell me.
Nothing. All good.
-Allan. -Nothing. Okay, Priscilla?
I said nothing. I don't wanna talk about this shit anymore.
Okay.
Fine. We won't talk about it.
-Are we being followed? -No.
-Are you sure? -We're good.
-This is all so crazy. -Yeah, I know it is.
-Where are we going? -Just hold on.
[phone ringing]
[Sam] This is Sam Owen. Please leave a message.
-[beep] -Sam, it's me.
I need you to call me. It's urgent.
Look, this is getting out of hand, Priscilla.
We're gonna be okay. We all right.
[sighs] Do you think he sent Grip?
Yeah.
-Shit! -What? You're surprised?
-Yeah. -Why? 'Cause he liked you?
Yeah, I don't know, I just...
These people will kill everyone.
They don't care.
Yeah, I see that now.
My God.
-[Allan groans] -Are you in a lot of pain?
Yeah, actually, I'm in a ton of pain.
You know, someone just tried to kill me back there.
Me, too.
I was also there.
I'm sorry, all right?
-[phone ringing] -Come on, pick up,
-pick up. -[phone beeps]
Hi, Mr. Vice President. This is Priscilla.
I was just trying to get in touch with you.
If you could please give me a call back?
Thank you.
Is that where we're going?
I won't be able to get close to him if he doesn't call me back.
Beautiful. So, so what's the plan?
Are we gonna drive around all night and day?
I know where we're going, Allan.
-Where? -Can you just calm down?
You're not helping.
Calm down. Okay. Shit!
[Max] I'm on my way.
-That won't be necessary. -[Max] Where is he?
- He's right here. -[Max] Okay, where is he at?
Look, Max. I'm handling it, all right?
[Max] All right. I'm on my way there.
-No, you're not. - [Max] Yes, I am.
Max, I already told you you're not doing it.
[Max] You're gonna keep trying to protect this mother --?
And are you gonna keep looking at the small picture?
[Max] Bobby, don't -- with me.
Fine. Come on.
[Max] I will. Don't touch him.
Don't tell Bobby what to do.
[Max] You're an idiot.
So, are you and Max lovers?
No, that would be your thing.
[chuckles] I think you are.
And are you and the Chief of Staff lovers?
Have been for years.
I see.
And you're banging his wife.
Like she never had it before.
Yeah, okay.
You know he's gonna kill her, right?
Not if we kill you first.
Well, that's never gonna happen.
Oh, it's happening.
Listen to me, you Boy Scout.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Huh? Look at this from a rat...
-Shut up! -No, look at this
from a rational perspective. He has got the head
of the DOJ and the FBI in his front pocket.
The Attorney General eats out of the palm of his hand.
You guys need to stop trying to fight this.
You can't win.
Yeah, well, we'll see about that.
Okay. Fine.
You gonna at least tell me what you're gonna do to me?
Don't worry about it.
Well, I guess I can't since I don't know.
Shut up!
Oh hey, wherever you bring me, I just, I hope they have
a nice bed and shower
'cause I wanna make you into my chocolate sundae.
You're disgusting.
Yeah, all right, I bet you're getting turned on right now.
Not at all.
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Yeah, we'll see.
[groans] [laughs]
All right, that's a warm up.
[painful groans] God. Oh God! Please.
Shut up, woman.
- Please, God! - Will somebody please
get her to shut the -- up?
-Please? -Somebody?
Please! God, help me, please.
I don't feel anything, Doc. Why do I not feel anything?
You're pretty drugged up.
Oh, shit!
-Am I gonna make it? -Yeah, you are.
[Lilly groaning]
What about her?
We didn't give her any meds.
[Lilly] Oh, you mother --.
I like that, Doc.
-Yes, sir. -[Lilly screaming]
You hear that, Lilly?
That right there is how you treat a damn traitor.
God, I wanna just die.
-Kill him, please kill him. -Not on your life, baby.
Not on your freaking life.
No, we are gonna live, baby. We are gonna do some living.
Please, stop. Please stop. Please!
Oh, no, no, no. Don't stop. No!
-Please! -No, no, no, no.
Hit her with some of that rubbing alcohol.
You know that green shit that stings a little bit.
-Hit her with that. -The hell you should, please.
-Please, Donald. -No, baby. No.
[Lilly screaming]
What do you want us to do with her, sir?
She and I are gonna have a little fun together.
-Yes, sir. -[Donald laughs]
Shut up, woman! You are -- up my high.
-Okay, would you shut up? -[Lilly screaming]
-She's out, sir. -What?
-Did you give her something? -No, sir.
She's passed out from the pain.
I like that. Can you do it again?
-Yes, sir. -[Donald laughs]
-[phone buzzing] -Is that my phone?
-Yes, sir. -Okay, give it to me.
-You got it? -Yes, sir.
It's in my pocket right there.
Here you go, sir.
Oh, can you hit that for me? I can't see.
Just hit right there. Thank you.
-Yeah? -[Grip] Sir?
What?
-They got away. -From you?
Yes, sir.
-How? -[Grip] She had a gun.
Sorry, sir.
She?
Yes.
And you...she had a...you let her get away?
Yes, sir.
[Donald] Okay.
I know you're disappointed, sir.
Grip, Grip, just hang up my phone, okay?
[Grip] I'm sorry, sir.
No...mm. mmm. Grip?
Yes, sir.
You take orders from me, right?
-Yes, sir. -Okay, do you have a gun?
[Grip] She took it.
She...
She took your gun? The girl who got away,
she took your gun?
So you don't have a gun, right Grip?
No, sir.
[gasps] Oh, oh, oh, do you-- do you have a knife?
[Grip] Yes, sir. I do.
I want you to stab yourself in the -- head with it.
-Sir? - That's an order, Grip.
Hang up the damn phone.
Ha! Woo!
Hey, can you come outside?
Meet me outside.
She's coming.
Crazy.
-Oh, hi. -Hey, how are you?
-Good. -Do you mind if we
-come in a minute? -Oh, no problem.
-This is Allan. -Hi.
-Hi, nice to meet you. -Is Richard here?
I've been calling him.
Do you mind trying him again?
I'll call him.
-Hey. -Hello?
-[Nancy] Where are you? - What's going on?
You need to come home.
Nancy, baby, I can't right now.
Priscilla's here.
[Richard] Okay, tell her I'll be there in a bit.
The President was here.
-What? - Yes.
N-Nancy, what are you talking about?
He just came in the house, didn't knock or nothing,
in the living room.
- Nancy. - This is getting out of hand.
What the hell did he want?
He wanted Sharon.
Oh, shit.
That mother -- lost his mind.
Yes, I know.
[Richard] Shit.
Well, what do you want me to do?
Are y'all all right?
[Nancy] Yeah, yeah, we're fine.
Okay. Okay, I'm on my way back there.
Okay, well, what do you want me to tell Priscilla?
-Let me talk to her. -Oh, oh, okay.
-Hey. - Hey.
-Where are you? -Priscilla, listen to me.
Sam was shot.
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What?
Wait, what?
Look, he's in surgery, but everything is going good.
Is it bad? Is it....
Priscilla, look, he's gonna be fine.
Okay. Okay, I need to get there.
[Richard] No, no, no, no, you sit tight.
Now, I need you to stay at the house.
I need all of you to stay at the house.
Are you sure he's okay?
Yes, yes, he is.
Well, do you know who shot him?
-What? - Shot him?
Was it them?
Priscilla, Priscilla, just hold on.
I'll be there right after I make this stop.
Okay, I need to get to the hospital.
-I can't... -No, no, no.
Look, you just need to sit tight in case they're watching you.
Okay, I will.
[Richard] All right. I'll be there soon.
Okay. Okay.
What is it? What is it? Are you okay?
No.
Sam was shot.
What?
And Richard thinks it's best that I stay here.
It was probably them.
This is getting out of hand.
I can't believe this shit.
Come on in the house, y'all. Lord!
Come on.
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[knocking]
-Who is it? - It's Richard Hallson.
- What do you want? - Sam sent me.
- Sam? - Check your phone.
I just sent you a text.
Where is he?
[Richard] He was shot.
You got a weapon on you?
No.
[David] Come on in.
Close the door.
What the hell?
Is this who I think it is?
-Who do you think it is? - The President's son.
I just wanna know what's going on, okay?
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This is dangerous.
I wanna be right here with you.
I want her.
You look like the damn president.
How could he be out here?
See the pain you've caused me?
-Untie me, Donald. -So you can shoot me again?
I will gladly do it with my better hand.
-[Donald] Yeah? -Better go after her.
I said shut the -- up!
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