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- Mr. President! - Get him the fuck out of here!

You out of your damn mind?

Previously on The Oval.

This is a matter of national security.

Someone has made an attempt

on the lives of the Vice President and the Second Lady.

Your wife has my money.

I don't know nothing about your stupid money.

Did you talk to Abrielle?

She said we're gonna go public right away.

We better get ready for all hell to break loose.

Leif... Leif?

Help! Stop him! Bobby!

Bobby, Bobby, Bobby! Bobby, stay with me! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Help!

Bobby! Bobby! Bobby! Bobby! Hey, hey, hey. Help!

Someone-- a man put something in his I.V.!

This agent right here is breathing, but barely.

Bobby! Come on, man!

Hey, stay with me!

Ladies and gentlemen, the President and First Lady.

♪ Feels like I'm running out of time ♪

♪ You 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 ♪

Hey, Allan.

- Yes, sir? - Is Vernon all set?

Uh... I'm actually handling that right now, sir.

Allan... this is urgent. You understand that, right?

I understand, sir.

So... So what's taking you so long?

You can't reach him?

I haven't been able to reach him.

Not yet, sir. I'm sorry.

- Have you tried? - Look, I'm sorry. I've just...

I've been, uh...

I've been getting pulled

into a few different directions today.

I'm going to take care of it right now.

How can you be pulled in several directions, Allan?

Allan, you work for me.

I'm the only one that pulls you in any direction.

- You understand? - Yeah.

No, I know you're right, sir.

So stop whatever it is that you're doing right now

and get this done.

Yes, sir.

Donald.

What?

I'm concerned about Rachel, sir.

- Rachel? - Yeah.

The interim operations manager, Rachel.

Yeah, I know who Rachel is. What about her, Allan?

Look, I tried to reach her.

- Oh, so you called her? - Yeah.

Why?

- Why... why is she so important? - After you had her wait here

in my office, I just wanted to check up on her.

I wanted to make sure she was okay...

On behalf of you, the office, and the White House.

Okay, okay, so what's the issue?

I texted her and she got back to me,

- and she said she was okay. - Okay, great.

No...

Something's off because she told me she was okay

because you sent agents to her house.

But when I asked you about that, sir, you told me it wasn't true.

- It's not true. - Right, so...

don't you find that strange?

Yeah. Yeah, that is strange.

Okay, Allan, what are you getting at? Go.

I don't know, she's not answer my calls.

She's not answering my texts. I'm just, I'm getting worried.

Okay, Allan, look, she's... she's had a rough few days, right?

She probably just... just needs some time to herself...

And maybe...

maybe she's getting tired of you reaching out so much.

I just wanted to check on her, sir.

Well, if that is true, women who look like Rachel are used

to men reaching out with ulterior motives.

Yeah... I don't know.

Heck, maybe she's just ignoring me then.

Yeah.

Or maybe she's in trouble, sir.

Maybe someone's gotten to her.

Okay... okay.

Look, you focus on getting Vernon here, Allan.

I'll take care of Rachel, okay?

I'll get an agent to go by her house and check on her.

- I appreciate that, sir. - Yeah.

Hello... Hey, Eli. Look... look...

I'm sorry... Wait.

Who is this?

What? Of course... From the bank...

Yes, yes, we've received your letters, your emails.

Look at my wife and I are just going through a hard time, okay?

No, don't... Don't do that.

Don't do that. Don't do that. Don't do that. Listen...

I'll do anything to stop the foreclosure.

Just give me a day or two... All right? Just a day.

Just... What?

Look, you're gonna get your damn money.

You're gonna get your money.

Okay.

Just stop the foreclosure, bro. I need my house.

I need my house. Look...

All right, all right,

Look, I gotta go. My wife is calling.

Hey... Hey, babe.

What? Y-Y-Yes, yes. Yes, honey. They... They called me, too.

They called me, too... I know, I know.

Look, Dej, you need to chill out, all right?

I got this, baby. I got it.

Look, I just did a special assignment.

It's gonna get us caught up on everything.

Trust me.

If you'd have just listened to me...

What you m...

When I told you about the house that you just had to have.

And the renovations. Yeah, the vacations too.

So, yes. Money is tight, Deja.

We'll talk about this when I get home, okay?

I love you.

Deja. I said... I said, "I love you."

All right, that's more like it. See you when I get home, babe.

Damn.

- Cross. - It's done.

- Bobby's dead? - Yeah.

Are you sure? You saw him dead?

Yes. I put poison in his I.V. It's gonna seal the deal.

- Trust me. - Is... he... dead?

I'm sure he is, sir.

Why can't you confirm it?

Because I had to leave out of there very quickly.

I'm sure you can appreciate that.

What I can appreciate is you doing

what I'm paying you to do.

Yeah, I know, and speaking of which,

I haven't been paid for nothing that I've done.

So when will I get my payment?

I need confirmation that Bobby is dead.

Look, he's dead, okay? Believe me. Trust me, he's dead.

When do I get paid?

You would already be paid

if you had done what I'm paying you to do.

So how do you want the confirmation?

You know what? Never mind. I'll confirm it independently.

And when I do, you'll get paid and not one second sooner.

Fuck!

You don't know much about war, do you, Mr. Preston?

Such operations need to remain secret

until they are carried out effectively.

Well, now we know about it.

Were those operations

carried out effectively and successfully, sir?

Terry... This situation is fluid, so I cannot

report on its success at this time.

Why not?

Because the operation is still in progress.

Well, can you at least

confirm the loss of servicemen in this operation?

Yes.

I can confirm that we lost seven of our U.S. servicemen.

Seven?!

And you do you think Americans had the right to know?

Terry, this just happened.

I need to notify their families before I notify you.

These are just not things we can discuss right now.

You need to stop this right now.

Mr. President, weren't you informed that

using a ground offensive would harm the innocent lives

of our U.S. military men and women,

and that you disregarded the advice of using

airstrikes instead.

These are not the things we can discuss right now.

Mr. President, you are needed in the Situation Room.

I am sorry, I, uh... I need to get to the Situation Room.

Thank you for your questions.

Mr. President, answer the question.

Mr. President, please answer the question.

Thank you all. Have a great evening.

- Alonzo... - Sorry.

I didn't mean to wake you.

Oh, you didn't.

- Do you need anything? - It's Donald out there?

He left to shower,

change outfits, and check in at the White House.

He'll be back soon. I'll be outside.

Just yell for me if you need anything.

Hold on.

I need your help with something.

Okay.

You can't tell anybody, especially Donald.

What do you need from me?

I need you to help me get to Jason Franklin.

We're all looking for him. We'll find him. Don't you worry.

Yeah, but when you find him...

I need to be the first one that gets to him.

Knock-knock.

Priscilla, come in.

Am I catching you at a bad time?

No.

But if, uh, if Donald pokes his head in,

I gotta pretend like I'm doing something he asked me to do, so.

Oh, it's all good. I got you.

- You look good. - Thank you.

You mean I don't look like I was terrorized,

tied up, beaten and kidnapped?

Not at all.

I still can't believe that happened to you.

- Believe it. - Did, uh, either of his

parents reach out to apologize or even see how you're doing?

Of course not.

I'll tell you that...

- Man, that's so crazy to me. - Mm. It's not crazy.

You act like the Franklins are good, ethical people.

They're not. They're devilish criminals.

They're scammers who scammed America

into voting for the bull that they sold everybody.

Scammers... I never really thought of it like that,

but that's exactly what they are.

Mm-hmm.

They scammed us all the way to the White House.

- Yes, they did. - Hmm.

You know, that's okay.

Because of you and I...

their time is limited.

I told you... I'm in.

Whatever it takes for us to expose those assholes.

And that's all we really need to do, is expose them.

Yeah, but... Well, the, uh, people, will they believe us?

Well, they may not believe us,

but they will believe The Times, The Post, The Journal.

We'll let the media do this.

And you said you got a reporter on board?

Mm-hmm. I do.

I'm gonna meet with her today.

- But I want you to come with me. - Yeah... Yeah... Okay.

Um, where do we start? What do we tell her?

Well, we tell her that Jason murdered a maid.

We tell them that the President and the First Lady

covered it up.

We tell them that one of his mistresses

went missing right here in this White House.

And they also covered up that murder.

- The... president's mistress? - Oh, you didn't know about that?

Oh, yes, Allan. There's a list of crimes.

We tell them that Jason killed a staffer

and that he kidnapped me and Rachel.

Yeah, that's a lot.

Almost sounds like some crazy-ass TV show.

Yeah, I know, but it's all real.

And you think the people... You think they'll believe us?

All we really need to do is get the Justice Department

in here to start investigating,

and everything that I said will come out.

Shit... If investigators start poking around in here,

they're gonna uncover a lot more crimes

than even you and I are aware of.

Oh, don't you think I know that?

This will be the biggest story

that has ever been uncovered in the history of this country.

We got to let the media take the lead on this.

Yeah... No, no, they'll take the lead,

and Eli and Simone will get Congress involved.

See, Dilva and Sid, they fed us all this stuff

about Congress being the only ones that can get rid of

or impeach the president,

so... okay, sure, we'll do it by the book.

But when Congress is made aware of what's going on in here,

they'll shut this shit down.

Okay, I like that.

I don't know if they'd take us seriously

if it was just you and me.

Well, no, that's why we leak it to the media

and get the attention of Congress.

And then after all that's done...

...that's when we write our tell all books.

I got a whole lot to put in that thing.

And save all of it, because you'll get a chance to write it.

It'll be a national best seller. You'll get paid.

But, hey, I'm gonna want my signed copy.

Okay.

Just tell me when and where.

When you're meeting the reporter, I'll be there.

Yeah? Okay. It'll be later today.

- Okay, I'll be ready. - Good... Good!

This reporter's gonna love having another

source along with me.

You gotta promise me something, all right?

You gotta be careful. You know they'll kill us.

They will. But, Allan...

I'm ready to die for this.

- Die for it? - Die for it.

And if you're not there, maybe you shouldn't come.

Shit.

I got my gun in the car.

I'm not going down without a fight.

That's what I'm talking about.

- I knew you was gangster. - Yeah.

Look, before you go, I'm, uh...

I'm concerned about Rachel.

Oh, the staffer that Jason attacked?

Yes... Something's up. She's acting strange, Priscilla.

How so?

So I reached out to her,

to see if she was okay.

She told me she was because Donald

had sent agents over to her house.

Well, that seems awfully nice for Donald, right?

Right, well, when I asked Donald about it,

- he said he never sent anybody. - Oh, that makes more sense.

But why would she lie?

I don't know.

I don't know, something's not adding up.

Oh, you need to go check on her.

- You think so? - Yes... Yes.

You know, Jason escaped the White House?

- Jason escaped the White House? - Yes, Allan.

That freak is running free in the streets.

- Go check on your friend. - Shit.

Mind your business, Allan.

Annoying parasite.

Alonzo.

- Hey. Hey, Max. - Hey... What are you doing here?

Everyone left a few hours ago to get some rest.

- I told Donald I'd stick around. - Right. To do what?

- What's with all the questions? - Oh, sorry. No disrespect.

I'm just checking in on you, you know?

- Brother to brother. - I'm...

- I'm great, I'm cool. - You are cool.

Man, you look good, too.

- I do? - Yeah.

I can tell you're built under here.

Look at that.

I try.

Yeah, yeah. You stay in shape. I can see it.

- Yeah. We got to. - We do.

Yeah... You got any, uh, tattoos?

You seem like you had some cool shit under there.

Um...

Uh, no, I just have a few of my arms, that's it.

Yeah. Yeah, me, too. What about a six pack?

You got a six pack? I bet you got a six pack.

Okay. Why are you being weird, man?

I'm not being weird. I just want to see what you got.

I might be able to learn something from you.

Um... Oh, okay... Listen, Max.

I like chicks. No offense. All right?

- You like chicks? - Yeah. I'm not with all that.

Relax... I'm asking to see your abs, not your dick.

Yeah, bro. That's suspect. You know what?

- I'll just talk to you later. - All right, man. You're funny.

Yeah, apparently you are, too.

Sam, it's Max. Call me as soon as you can.

I need you to tell me what you can about this Agent Alonzo.

Hey.

What?

I brought you a drink.

Do I know you?

I'm Deja... from the bar last night.

Oh, shit.

- Are you okay? - Are you following me?

Well... Yeah.

Why?

I wanted to make sure you were okay.

Oh, don't give me that bullshit.

- No. It's true. - Yeah, yeah. Whatever.

So, does Allan live here?

- Who? - You heard me, Allan.

I don't know an Allan.

You said his name last night at the bar.

I don't know what you're talking about, lady.

Well, here. You want this drink?

- You got to leave me alone. - I just want to talk.

- Just leave me the fuck alone. - I have all of this.

Oh, God.

It can be all yours.

Well, then give them to me.

Not until you tell me where Allan is.

Give 'em to me and I'll tell you.

- Okay. - Yeah.

Oh, damn.

- Good, huh? - Yeah. Fuego!

So, does he live here?

Who... Allan?

I don't know.

Maybe he lives over here.

Maybe...

Might be this one... Nope.

Does, uh... Lilly know what happened?

Not yet.

She went home to shower and pack a few things.

When she texted me that she was leaving,

I didn't feel right, so I rushed back over.

Thank God you did.

Yeah.

I caught that asshole in the act.

Any word from the doctor?

I just talked to him.

They gave him an antidote for the poison.

So he was poisoned?

Yeah, through his I.V.

They also had to give him...

anti-epileptic medicine to quiet the seizures.

How's the agent who was guarding him?

Leif?

It doesn't look good. Apparently he was poisoned, too.

How was he poisoned?

I think there was a water bottle.

We need to check these cameras.

I already checked. They're all off.

Damn... Of course.

- So we know one thing. - What's that?

This was the work of a professional.

Yeah, for sure.

So I'll go meet with the security staff

here at the hospital.

We're gonna need some support to lock down these halls.

The hall was locked down.

That's what's so strange about this.

- Did you talk to the guards? - Yeah.

They only saw our agents on the hall, no one else.

- Our agents, that's all? - Yeah.

You think it was an agent?

Who else could get in here?

And you trust all your guys?

It wasn't any of the guys I called.

Is that why you called me to check on Alonzo?

Yeah. He's not one of my guys.

He was the only one that was still here.

I ran into him in the hall, he was acting weird,

sneaking around on his phone.

Sneaking around on his phone?

What did he say he was doing here?

Supposedly looking after Donald and Kyle.

Yeah.

Yeah, I do know Donald had him here.

I don't like him.

Okay, well, we'll keep an eye on him.

And you didn't get a good look at the guy?

No. Not really.

I couldn't see much through the mask.

Anything else?

Yeah, actually, there was something else.

He had a tattoo of a snake on his abdomen.

A snake... What kind of snake?

I don't know, like a black mamba or something.

- A black mamba? - Yeah.

Does Alonzo have any tattoos on his stomach?

Uh...

I've never seen the man's stomach.

Whoever it was, I'll find him.

I promise you that.

- Yeah, Richard? - Sam.

Uh, hope I didn't wake you up.

Uh, no. I'm at the hospital.

There was another attack on Bobby's life

In the hospital?

Yeah, they attacked

the agent who was guarding him and then poisoned Bobby.

Damn. How is he?

We don't know. They're trying to stabilize him.

- Damn! Sam, this is crazy. - It is.

- Hey, uh, is my wife at work? - Yeah. Yeah, uh...

Priscilla's here, so she's, uh...

- She's safe for now. - Yeah, okay. Great.

Max was headed back to your house, but, uh,

he had a hunch and came back to the hospital.

- Thank God he did. - Wow.

So... So do you have anybody that can hang out at the house?

I mean, Nancy and Sharon are there.

Uh, yeah. yeah, yeah. Uh, I'll find someone.

What's going on?

Sam, I was calling you about Naomi again.

Yeah... The, uh, new chef for the Vice President.

Yeah...

Sam, I don't trust her.

You said that. What's she he doing?

I caught her

trying to hide something in the kitchen the other day.

I just wasn't able to see what it was.

And she's getting too friendly with Isaac.

Isaac? Isaac is Hunter's guy. That's not good.

I know; I'm telling you Sam, she's up to something.

Well, what do you think it is, Richard?

I don't know.

I don't know, but whatever it is,

it's not gonna be good

for Eli if she's the one doing his cooking.

Yeah... Well, let's hope Cross and his detail are pinned up.

I'll check it out when I get back there.

- Okay. Thank you, Sam. - All right.

- Agent Isaac. - First Lady.

Talk to me.

We're gonna try out our plan.

- Jason or VP? - VP.

- Delightful. - I just want you to be

prepared because there's going to be a big fallout to this.

Agent Isaac, we have gone over this time and time again.

I wish not to discuss it any further.

- Okay, we'll move ahead today. - It's about time.

I've given you and Ghost a lot of money.

Well, it is a delicate operation.

I don't want his suffering to be delicate.

I want it to be harsh.

We have arranged for that.

So what is he to experience?

Well, he'd experience excruciating pain

all over his body, especially from his stomach.

- Lovely. - Eventually,

paralysis will set in, which will also affect his breathing.

And it won't be pretty because it won't suffocate him.

But his breathing will be labored.

And no matter what he does, he won't be able to get enough air.

This gets better and better.

Did you see that press conference?

I did.

So we have someone at the highest level

of government leaking information to the media.

It would appear so.

Any ideas on who that might be?

I really hope that question isn't some kind

of unfounded insinuation.

Not at all.

Just a simple question for the Vice President.

Huh? Well... I have no idea who leaked it.

I mean, I can make some guesses,

but it'd be pure conjecture at this point.

Conjecture is where investigations start.

Honestly, Dilva,

who cares who leaked it?

The information is out there.

It was bound to get out at some point.

The information needed to come out on our terms.

Well, it didn't. It came out anyways.

And that's water under the bridge.

What we need to do now is fix the situation

and get out in front of a trying time for our country.

Okay, well, then we'll need your help on this.

No.

- No? - You heard me. No.

No, I... I went to Hunter and tried to offer my assistance

before that disastrous press conference.

You did? I, I was unaware of that.

Yeah, well, I did, and he said no, and then he attacked me.

So bring his ass up on assault charges.

Wow. Eli, he needs your help.

But he's just too stupid to realize it.

Yeah.

- Let's just recap. - No, no, no.

I'm gonna stop you right there, Dilva... Let's nothing.

You ask so much of everyone here, but nothing of Hunter.

You and Sid march around this place

making so much noise about playing ball.

But you never get Hunter to play ball with us, so no.

no, I'm done with your silly requests,

Eli...

- You called for me, sir? - I did.

Can you have Naomi bring me my lunch?

- Yes, sir, right away. - Thank you.

What was the help that you were trying to offer Hunter?

Come on, Dilva.

I could see this coming from a mile away.

The man does not know how to use the press for his own benefit.

So I go to him and I try to offer him some smart advice.

Now, it's ironic that you would come to me to ask me

about my involvement in the leak,

of which there was none, I can assure you,

because my pitch to the president is going

to make me look guilty in your eyes.

But so be it...

I was going to tell the president to leak the decision

to move forward with the ground operation to the press.

This way, we could shape the narrative

and make him look like the caring president

who was trying so hard to save the lives of thousands

of innocent civilians from sloppy airstrikes.

But no.

Instead, now he looks like the callous,

incompetent president who put U.S. service members lives

in jeopardy because he failed

to heed the counsel of his own cabinet official,

Who, and this is the kicker,

happens to be a five star general.

Damn.

This is exactly the advice that he needs.

Yes.

If I could just get the two of you to work together.

- Then-- - You can't.

Any wisdom that you would like to share

on how Hunter can dig his way out of this?

No.

I want his ass to stay deep down in that ridiculous

hole that he dug for himself.

Now, is that all, Dilva?

Because I'd really like to enjoy my meal.

- What the hell, Donald? - I know, sir.

You're throwing me to the wolves out there!

Who would have leaked that?

I'm not sure, but I definitely plan to find out.

Think it was Cunningham?

Uh, I just... I don't know, he... could be.

I mean, he's the one with the most apparent motive

since he was so incessant on launching that air attack.

Yeah, he was pretty mad about that.

I don't know. But such a stunt.

It just seems to be beneath him.

I wouldn't put it past anyone right now.

No, no... But knowing Cunningham the way that I do,

you know, he-he-he's a military guy.

He follows orders.

He's... He's not new to government

or cabinet-level communications.

He puts duty before emotions. So he'd keep this thing close.

Now, after... After he's fulfilled his responsibilities

and retired, yeah, I could see him writing a book

and telling all,

but no, that wouldn't happen for a very long time.

No. Not now.

Okay, fine. Someone beneath him.

No, no, no, you know?

He's such a competent leader.

He can keep a tight hand on that staff.

All right.

Fine, Donald. Then who?

If I had to wager a bet...

Don't you say it.

I would say your vice president.

I told, Miss Prinn. I told her...

Don't worry, I'm gonna handle it.

No, do not handle it, Mr. President.

Oh, too late, Donald. It is already handled.

- What did you do? - Don't worry about it.

We just gotta get this cleaned up.

- Yes, Isaac? - I have Miss Prinn, sir.

Tell her to come in.

No, Agent Isaac, I need you to stay, please.

Yes, sir.

Mr. President, do you have any updates

on the whereabouts of your son?

Sort of.

Just that he escaped the White House.

Agent Isaac, any information about the whereabouts of Jason?

We have agents searching all over the city.

Do we have law enforcement on it?

- No. It's too risky. - I agree with that.

This whole thing must remain covert.

Exactly... We have effectively set up a net,

figuratively speaking, facial recognition,

voice messages, contacts.

Have you heard from Rachel?

You know, she was a staffer who was attacked?

No, sir, I haven't.

Okay, my office has been trying to reach her,

but she's been unresponsive.

One of my staffers was going to go check on her,

but she texted from a cell phone not to come, said that...

I had already sent agents there to protect her.

There are no agents assigned to her, sir.

Yeah, that's my point right there.

It's a strange situation, don't you think, Agent Isaac?

You, uh...

You don't think he'd head back to her house, do you?

Isaac...

Get over to Rachel's house right now.

- Yeah. My point exactly. - I'll get on it.

No. Agent Isaac, I really need you to go right now.

Yes, sir.

Rachel... Rachel, it's me, Allan.

Rachel, as soon as I know you're okay,

I promise I'll leave you alone.

I'm just concerned, Rachel.

Okay? For you and your safety.

I promise I'm not here for any other reason.

Okay, Rachel.

Shit.

Rachel...

It's the little lover boy, huh?

Yeah.

Came here to save your little girlfriend, huh?

It's too late.

It's too late for you.

What, you think I'm crazy, Allan?

I saw you in the White House doing the nasty, you nasty.

- Okay... - You're a pervert.

- You're a fucking freak. - No, Jason...

You know that? You're disgusting.

Please, buddy. Please. Look... please.

That's all you have to say. Do you know who I am?

Just listen to me for a second, okay?

I'm worried about you, man.

- You're worried about me? - Yes.

- Of course. - Were you worried about me?

Yes, I'm worried about you. I am.

Oh, really? You actually care about me?

- Yeah. Jason. Of course. - Wow.

Allan, I had no idea.

I have no idea you gave a rat's ass about me.

I care about you. I really do, buddy.

Well, I'm so sorry that I hit you.

- It's okay. - I'm really sorry.

No... Look, look, look.

We're gonna... Okay, we're gonna talk about this.

Just help me up.

- Okay. - The room's spinning, man.

- Yeah. - Please.

Oh, but first...

Tell me what you think of me.

- What I think of you? - Yeah.

What do you think of me?

What do you think of my personality?

You think I'm nice? You think I'm cool?

You think I'm charming? What do you think?

Yeah... Yeah.

You, uh... You're cool, man.

- Very cool, You're the coolest. - You're lying!

- No. You... look... - No, I know you're lying, Allan!

I heard you call me a freak.

Just calm down.

- You think I'm a freak. - I do not.

You called me a pervert.

Now who's the freak, huh?!

Who's the freak now, huh?!

Who's the freak now?

Can I help you, Richard?

It's, uh...

Kind of early for lunch, isn't it?

Not if the Vice President asks for lunch.

- So he already asked for it? - Can I help you, Richard?

You don't like me, do you?

I'm not here to like or dislike anyone, Mr. Hallsen.

I'm here to do my job. That's it.

And what is your job?

I don't report to you, Mr. Hallsen.

Oh, but you do.

No, I don't.

Well, we'll just see how long you last around here.

You know, it's a shame.

What?

Whenever a sister gets an opportunity,

she can bet on it that a brother's gonna

be on the job hating.

Oh... Hating?

So is that what you think I'm doing?

I'm minding my business, and you keep harassing me.

- Harassing you? - Yes, harassing.

Keep on with the harassment and threats.

You might be the target of the threat you level at me.

Well, I know that you're up to something.

And I promise you,

- I'm going to figure it out. - Okay. Can you leave?

- Sure. - Naomi...

The Vice President is getting impatient for his lunch.

Can you help me? This man is harassing me.

- Mr. Richard... - What? I'm leaving.

- Is it ready? - Yeah.

Let's get this down to the Vice President.

Okay.

Knock, knock.

Allan! Oh, God!

- What happened? - Help me, man.

What happened?

- J-Jason Franklin. - Jason?

Is that Rachel?

She's dead. He fucking killed her.

Damn it!

Whoa! Where's Jason?

- He left me. - How long ago?

Just a couple of minutes ago.

- What is he wearing? - Uh...

Sweats.

Sweats... What color? What color?

- Come on. - Blue... Blue top.

- Gray top. Blue... Blue pants. - Is he armed?

- He's got a fucking hammer, man. - Okay... Okay.

Oh, fuck, Rachel.

Sir, I'm here.

Jason's been here.

He's killed Rachel. He's still very close by.

We need to send in a team.

He's on foot. I'm going to go after him.

Send paramedics; we have a staffer that's badly injured.

Allan, I'm going to go get you some help, okay?

- No, don't leave me. - I'll be right back.

- Don't leave me. - I'll be right back.

- Don't leave me, man. - It's okay.

Oh, it's about time.

My apologies on the delay, sir.

It's whatever. Leave so I can eat.

Man, I'm hungry.

Can I get anything else for you, sir?

No, you can leave.

- I got this. - No, you don't got this.

They are looking to exterminate you, Priscilla.

Next on The Oval.

You said you saw a young man putting money underneath

the sofa because you were looking through the windows.

- Get out! - So is this the window?

Well, what is he doing?

I don't know, I think she might be trying

to poison the Vice President or something.

Did you check to make sure you weren't followed?

- I did. - We are all in danger.

Just smiling from ear to ear!

Okay, no...

You two sweet on each other?

I need to know if the Vice president had lunch.