All language subtitles for The Oval s07e17 Chicken and Rice.eng

[coughing]

[Sharon] Previously on The Oval.

Bobby Caden is alive and
recovering in his hospital room

as if you'd never been there,
Cross!

- I need my fucking money.
- Get out!

Did you go
talk to that reporter?

Yes, I'm burning this
White House down.

We want that asshole to die a
slow, agonizing, painful death.

- What she said.
- It's worse than I thought.

No, I mean,

I think the bureau may
need to give me some protection.

No, she gave me everything.

[gunshots]

It has been a dark day
for the Franklin presidency.

After days of attacks
on American soil,

President Franklin decided
to retaliate

by using military force.

The only issue:

He did this without any word

to the American people
or members of Congress.

Sources tell us, The Times,

the president insisted upon
ground operation,

going against even
the educated counsel

of some
of the most senior members

of his cabinet and staff.

At this hour,

once again waiting for an update
from the White House.

- [door clicks]
- How did it all go so wrong?

Thanks for seeing me.

No, thanks for coming.
I was looking for you, too.

- [Hunter sighs]
- You go first.

How bad is it?

They're ripping
you a new asshole, Hunter.

Okay, so what do I do?

Well,
there's nothing that you can do

about what they're saying.

You just have to win
the next news cycle.

We need some really good news
in this region.

Now, you really
need to make sure

that this ground
offensive wins in the end.

You need to double down on it
and make it work.

That's the plan.

In the meantime, you need
to be consoler in chief.

[sighs] Miss Prinn, that is...

That is not my strong suit.

Make it your strongest point,
Hunter.

You need to call the families of
those boys who lost their lives.

And you need to do it today.

I j...
I don't know what to say to 'em.

Talking to their...

parents, you know, they're
going to be on the phone.

They're going to be crying.
They'll be wailing.

"Oh, my... my son.
He was everything to me."

[Hunter sighs deeply]

I just... I can't...
I don't know what to say.

You really are a twisted man
with no soul, Hunter.

Thank you.

Hunter, you have to do this.

You have to do this
as a president and as a father.

You need to show these families
love, compassion, and empathy.

[floor creaks]

Agent Isaac, I've been
waiting here for hours.

- Yes, sir.
- Uh... lose... my son.

What's going on?

Oh...

Sir?

Oh, you can talk
in front of her; it's fine.

Well, sir, uh, Sam has deployed
teams all across the city.

We've casted a pretty wide net.

And so no one has
found my Jason?

We last tracked him
to the staffer's apartment.

[sighing]

- The one he killed? Rachel?
- Yes, sir.

Where do you think he is?

We're searching everywhere, sir.

Don't tell me this sophisticated

agency has no idea
where my son is.

- I'm sorry, sir.
- What the hell?

At this point,
he could be anywhere.

[traffic rumbles]

You guys better find him
before I do.

You don't worry about
that, all right?

Right now you just worry
about getting better.

You hear me?

No. And I've been telling you...

getting him is going to make me
feel better a lot faster.

Don, you got to get in his head.
You gotta...

[winces]

You gotta figure out his next
move...

and wait there for him.

Set up a trap.

[Kyle sighs]

You know what? You're right.

Did you know that Jason went

to Rachel's house
and killed her?

- Rachel's dead?
- [Donald] Yeah. Just...

walked right into her apartment
and murdered her.

Okay, well...

now we know his next move.

- Which is?
- My apartment...

or... right here...

in this hospital room.

- [Kyle sighs]
- You think he'd come here?

He's definitely gonna
come looking for me.

Okay. I wish he would.

I'll definitely get some men
at your apartment.

Your phone's buzzing.

- [phone buzzes]
- [Kyle sighs]

It's probably Reese.

He's my connect who...

gives me a heads
up on all intel.

Just answer it for me and put it
up against my ear.

[labored breathing]

Hey, Reese... Yeah.

What do you got for me?

Oh, you don't say? When?

Any idea who?

What was his story?
Okay... Okay...

Wow... yeah... Absolutely.

Yeah... Please, uh, let me know
if you get anything else.

[groans, winces]
Okay. Thanks, Reese.

- [Kyle sighs]
- What is it?

Donald, you have to get
on this right now?

What... What is it?

Someone at the white House
has gone to the press.

Okay, wait. Wait, wait, wait.

The... the press?
W-W-W-What is that about?

Everything...

Murders, cover ups...

- [sighing]
- [Kyle] Jason Franklin.

Gail Franklin, everything.
- You've got to be kidding me.

No... No.

No, they went to a reporter
at The Times.

- [Kyle] Abrielle Monroe.
- Abrielle Monroe?

- Oh, shit.
- Donald, you need to leave now.

- Okay.
- Alonzo... Alonzo!

[Alonzo] Yes, sir.

I need to leave.

I need you to take care of Kyle, okay?

[sighing]

Sure thing, boss.
I'll be right outside.

- Okay.
- Sir.

- Donald?
- What?

She's tryin' to get this story
out tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow morning?

If no one kills her first...

Okay, okay. Did they...

Did they give
you anything about the mole?

- Do we know who it is?
- No, but it's definitely

someone from the inner circle
at the White House.

[sighing]

Abrielle Monroe is
a really tough reporter.

[both sighing]

[upbeat rock music]

? Feels like I'm running
out of time ?

? You gotta get yours,
I gotta get mine ?

? Not really sure where
we're heading to ?

? I just hope that you make
it when I do ?

- [door clicks]
- [car beeps]

- Hey... Chill, chill. It's me.
- Whoa!

- Kareem?
- [Kareem] Yeah, Theo.

It's me, cousin.

Cuz what the fuck you doing in
my whip?

From what I remember,
this is my whip.

[chuckling]

Yeah, and then
you sold it to me.

So technically, it's mine.
You still got a key?

I had to.
In case I had to repo this shit,

if you wasn't making payments.

- Hmm.
- Damn... It be your own people.

[chuckling]

You good though.
You making money, cousin.

Yeah, yeah.

Good thing I'm
doing that because, um...

You ready to take my shit?

- [sniffing]
- Oh, shit.

- Yo, you bleeding?
- Yeah... [sighs] Yeah.

Don't feel so good, man,
I got shot.

- You got shot?
- Yeah.

'Reem, who shot you?

'Cause I'll go handle that
right now if you need me to.

No, no, no, don't do all that.

It's this crazy bitch

I broke into this old head's
house named Richard.

I was looking for the money.

Outta no where. We fighting

I get him... comes this
chocolate Angel of Death.

This bitch starts spraying. Ah!

I'm running, I get out.

That shit hit me. [chuckles]
This bitch hit me, man.

Cuz,
you need to go to the hospital.

It's just my shoulder, man.
I'll be all right, man.

Look at this shit.
It can get infected.

- You need to see a doctor.
- Ah. I'll be all right, man.

I don't know, man. I think...

What I need is I need you
to help me get this money.

Man, I don't know about that.

You got the whole hood
after you right now,

and you don't look too good.

Yeah.
I don't feel too good, man.

[sighing]

[tapping]

- [door clicks]
- [footsteps click]

- Hey.
- Priscilla, hi.

What are you doing?

Uh, Donald has me arranging
phone calls

for the families
of the fallen servicemen.

They want to talk
to the President.

Got it.
Should I come back later?

No. It's fine. Come in.

Okay... So...
what do you think?

I can't believe the story's
gonna hit in the morning.

[laughs] I know!

It's gonna set
this joint on fire.

- [sighing]
- Yeah...

- You're not nervous?
- No.

- You?
- Fucking terrified, Priscilla.

[scoffs] I'm excited.

[giggles, whoops] Okay, okay.

Oh, don't tell me you're
having second thoughts.

No... No, not really. [sighs]

Well, sometimes you gotta
take a stand in life, Allan.

Yeah... But I don't want to die,
Priscilla, okay?

I'm doing this
because I want to live.

- And I want to live better.
- I know, I get it.

And that's why we have to get
the eyes of the world on this.

They can't kill us
off or lock us up

when the people are watching.

Fingers crossed that they
don't find out it was us.

Oh, no, they don't know.

I mean, they may suspect,
but they won't know.

Who else knows about this,
Priscilla?

The Vice President, Simone,
Sam... Just our group.

Sam...
And he won't tell anybody?

No... There are a lot of things
I could say about Sam,

but snitching on me is not
one of them.

He won't tell anyone.

I hope you're right.

Okay, look, in the meantime,
we just gotta play it cool.

Like, keep everything low key,
all right?

I'll try.

I mean,
you really do look bad, Allan.

- Thanks... I feel worse.
- You should go home.

Yeah... I wish, uh,

somebody would tell that
to the boss man over there.

Sorry. But tomorrow... Tomorrow!

Yeah, tomorrow.

[traffic rumbles]

- [traffic rumbles]
- [doors click and thud]

- Igor.
- Ghost sent me, Agent Isaac.

- Yeah.
- [traffic rumbles]

- Your colleague?
- Yeah, this is Cross.

[traffic rumbles]

- Like, sign of the cross?
- Yeah, just like that.

[traffic rumbles]

So what do you do?

I'm in charge of the Vice
President's security detail.

Ah... So you are the weasel.

[traffic rumbles]

I guess,
for the right price, I am.

I hate bastards like you.

Yeah, you might hate me, but you
can't do this job without me.

Maybe...

But you got to stay
in his good graces.

You have to keep his trust.

[tense music]

Of course, I got it.

[tense music continues]

[Isaac]
You got something for us, Igor?

I do. Where is the cook?

Not here.
The two of us will handle it.

It needs to go
into that bastard's food.

- [Isaac] We understand.
- Mm-hmm. Will it be obvious?

Obvious? What do you mean?
What are you saying?

Like, will I have
a taste or smell?

Ah, it does have a bitter taste,
I've been told.

No, that's not gonna work.

Figure it out, Cross.

We'll find a way
to hide the taste.

You put it in his coffee
or his soup.

See, that's the thing.
He's on a very strict diet.

- He's super healthy.
- But what does he eat?

He mainly eats salmon, spinach,
salmon, green beans.

- [Cross] Salmon, asparagus.
- That's not going to work.

You're going to have
to get his cook

to make him some kind
of healthy soup or something.

- Yeah, we'll figure it out.
- [Igor] Only problem is...

if cook makes him this soup,
he has to eat entire bowl

if you want to make sure he
has the agony they want, huh?

A whole vial... You need to get
whole vial in him.

That's too risky.

We need, like,
some lethal drops.

Do you have
anything more concentrated?

No... You guys wanted something

that would not be easily
detected on the autopsy, yes?

You wanted something
that would make it

seem like some other
health issue.

This poison causes
brain aneurysm, hmm?

Yes. You wanted him to suffer.
I brought this from Russia.

It will do everything you want.

He will have a slow,
painful death.

And his medical staff

will not be able to help
the poor bastard.

Damn.

I could have
used that on another assignment.

[bottles clink]

Two vials?

Yes, but you only need
one whole vial.

The other one is for...

In case you do something stupid,
like drop one.

So please be careful.

- I got this. It's safe with me.
- And let me tell you...

he will be screaming
like a dying animal at the top

of his lungs.

Excellent.

What is it, Cross?

I just want to know if I
could talk to you for a minute.

You're not getting any money
out of me, Cross.

I didn't come here to shake you
down for money.

Oh... Okay, then. Out with it.
What is it?

I wanted to apologize.

- Really?
- [Cross] Yes, sir.

It's always been a dream
of mine,

to be a part of the agency
and to become an agent,

and to have the trust
of a man like you.

I look up to you,

and I feel as though I
was out of line earlier.

You were.

I don't want
to lose your confidence, sir.

Well, it may be too
late for that.

Please, Eli.

Look, it's not about the money.

I just want you
to believe in me.

How can I believe in you

if you couldn't do what I was
asking you to do?

I'm hoping you'll give me
a second chance.

If I'm able
to get the job done tonight...

You think you'll throw me other
side jobs in the future?

- I don't know, Cross, maybe.
- That's good enough for me?

[Eli] I feel like I should tell
you that, uh,

I'm gonna move forward with a
plan B, but if I happen

to look up and hear that
the gigolo is dead before then,

then... yeah, my feelings toward
you will become more favorable,

to say the least.

That's all I have to hear.

I'll get it done before you
can enact plan B.

- Is that right?
- Yes, sir.

And this is so you can
have confidence in me.

I see.

Did you hear about what happened

at the house while you were
on Bobby's assignment?

Yeah... The, uh,
carbon monoxide incident?

- Yes... Mm-hmm.
- [Cross] I was furious about it.

Do you trust Sutton?

I do... When I heard it was you
and Mrs. Simone...

I would have killed him
if something happened to you.

Mm.

So you think it was
just carelessness, then?

No.

I think Hunter hired someone.
That was a professional hit.

Then why did my cameras
catch anything?

The cameras were reset.
I told you, we need help.

I think that we should
get a detail just for you.

And you should let me handpick
your agents.

Okay. Let's do it.
You're in charge.

But don't mess this up.

Thank you, sir.
I really appreciate you.

Don't let me down.
My life is in your hands.

Yes, sir... It is.

[door clicks]

Hunter...

You've heard that along
with your son killing that girl,

he also beat Donald's assistant
with a hammer.

- Donald's assistant, Allan?
- Yeah.

Why haven't they been
able to find this kid?

- [Hunter] Donald...
- [door thuds]

- Jason beat Allan with a hammer?
- Oh, yeah.

Where is he? Is he at a
hospital?

No, he'd better be
in his office.

O... kay.

- So he's okay?
- I don't know.

Well, but if he's at work
he must be ok.

Okay. Look, everybody.
He's fine.

I'm here to talk
to you right now

about another situation
that's come to my attention.

- Do I need to excuse myself?
- [Donald] No, Dilva.

You should definitely stay
and hear this.

Someone in the White House,

someone very close,
has been leaking information.

Leaking information
to the press?

Worse... The Times.

Who are they talking to over
at The Times?

- Abrielle Monroe.
- Oh my God.

- What's the story, Donald?
- Oh... [scoffs]

Wait for this:
The first son is crazy.

The First Son has murdered
several people

and kidnaped others.

The President and First Lady

have covered up
for those crimes.

Oh, but wait.

The President and the First Lady
are guilty of crimes

of their own, such as murder,
bribery, extortion.

And they sent
their daughter away.

And now she's missing.
I-I-I-I can go on

- That story can't run.
- No shit.

Who is doing all this talking?

I don't know yet, sir, but I'm
definitely going to find out.

When I find this mole...

They're gonna know they made the
biggest mistake of their life.

Okay... Do you know anyone
at The Times

that can kill the story?

In my new role?

If I call over there,

it'll only embolden them
to actually run the story.

[sighing]

There is one thing
at our disposal.

- Please enlighten me.
- Kill the reporter.

And kill the mole.

[door clicking]

[Donald sighing]

- So... no sign of Jason?
- I got a hunch. Sam.

Tell me.

Can you see some guys
over to Kyle's apartment?

Yeah, sure.

Hey, you think he would
go there?

Think about it, Sam.
He went back to Rachel's, right?

He might be on the same page.

Yeah, I didn't think about that.

Yeah.
All right, I'll look into it.

Oh, and Sam...

- There's something else.
- [Sam] Okay.

We got a mole
at the white House.

- A mole?
- Yes.

Someone has been
talking to the press,

and it's definitely
somebody on the inside.

And they have squealed
on just about everything.

Oh...

Who knows about this?

Well, right now, the President,
the First Lady, and Dilva.

- I'm sure they're not happy.
- Oh, you have no idea.

And when they find
out who it is,

that person will
likely meet an untimely death.

What do you need?

I need you to find them, Sam.

And deliver them to you
to be murdered, Don?

Don't you say it... No Sam.
I'm not talking about murder.

All right? I just need to get
that story killed.

Any idea who it is?

No, not yet,
but I'm working on it.

But until then, we're on our own
to figure this thing out.

- You got that?
- Yes, sir.

Okay, I'll see what
I can find out.

And, Sam, I need you to keep
this low key, okay?

We don't want to tip them
off that we know about them.

Got it... Yeah, yeah. Okay...
Got it.

Yeah...

Dear God, if you allow him

to just be healed and allow him
to live a life of happiness,

God, I promise...

I promise I'll live
for only You, please.

Is that you praying again,
Lilly?

- Bobby... Oh, thank God.
- Yeah, thank God.

Waking up to a fine
woman like you

praying for me has been
the best thing on this earth.

Wow, God, You act fast.

You just be sure to keep

your promise to Him when He
gives you Your wish.

I will.

You okay, Bobby?

[sighs deeply]

I'm hungry.

But I feel like shit.

Well, you look a lot better
than you did a couple hours ago.

Okay?

Wait...

Somebody was in here.

Max... He had a fight with him?

Yeah. Um...

Max said that there was
a masked man in here...

trying to poison you.
- What?

That was an inside job.

That guy, he was a professional.

Yeah, that's what Max said.

He thinks it was an agent.

- That means we're not safe here.
- Yeah, that's what I told Max.

I need you to do
me a favor, Lilly.

I need you to get me my gun.

And you need to get
yourself one, too.

I know, Bobby.
I tried that already.

They make you walk through these

metal detectors out there
and won't let you bring them in.

Damn... Okay, I'll call Max,

but I need my gun here with me
until I can get out of this bed.

Okay, well, Bobby, the doctors
are saying it may take a while.

We don't have a while, Lilly.

Go and see if you can find Max.

No, Bobby.
I'm not leaving you again, okay?

Lilly,
just do what I ask you to do.

[Lilly] What did I say?

Now we're gonna stay here until
Max comes back

and checks on us, okay?

What about Leif?

- The agent who was here?
- [Bobby] Yeah.

Him and I were in the service
together.

What about him?
We can get him to do it.

I'm sorry, Bobby, but...

he's in a coma;
they poisoned him, too.

[sighs deeply] Damn.

Hey.

So how's Kyle?

He's good. How's Bobby?

Not good.
Someone tried to poison him.

What?

Man, I knew
something was going on.

Yeah, someone attacked him.

They poisoned Leif
and got to Bobby.

Luckily, I think I got the
poisoned I.V.

out of Bobby's arm in time.

Is Leif okay?

No, it doesn't look good.
He's in a coma.

Man... that... That hurt.

Those are my brothers.

Look, I've always liked you,
Alonzo.

Yeah, apparently a lot.

Yeah... About that.

I know I was being
weird earlier.

No, you were
just shooting your shot.

- I don't judge you.
- Would you stop it?

I wasn't shooting anything.
Look...

I fought with the guy
who tried to kill Bobby,

and I saw that he had a tattoo
of a snake on his stomach.

I think he was an agent.

So now I'm looking for an agent

with a snake tattoo on his
stomach.

- You get it?
- Oh, that's what that was about?

Yeah, that's
what that was about.

Sorry again if it came off
weird.

No, It did.
But no offense taken. I got you.

Do you need my help
on guard duty?

Yeah, that'd be great, actually.

Okay. I'm with you.

Thanks.

I want my lunch money back, too.

Come on. Max.

[sighing]

Knock, knock.

- [sighs] Miss Prinn.
- Second Lady.

How can I help you?

I was hoping I could
have a moment of your time.

Yeah.

What can I do for you,
Miss Prinn?

We have a serious situation.

- I'm sure. Tell me.
- [Dilva] We've been contacted.

The New York Times is running

a tell all story
tomorrow morning.

- Really? Oh. That's terrible.
- It really is.

You see, the thing is that

whoever's running this story has
no idea what they're doing.

Oh, that sounds like they're
pretty clear

about what they're doing.

Do you know anything, Simone,
about anyone going to the press?

Well, if you're asking me if
I've gone to the press, Dilva...

That's not what I asked you.

I asked you if you know anything
about anyone going to the press.

I don't.

[Dilva] Is that the truth,
Simone?

Yes, Dilva.

I can assure you that neither me
nor my husband

went to the press.

I would hope not.

You signed a pretty
lengthy agreement, and

I would hate to find out that
you're in breach

of that contract.

We've honored your contract.

You, on the other hand...
[scoffs]

You allege that
I haven't honored our agreement?

Well, someone did try
to kill us last night.

- Really?
- [Simone] Mm-hmm.

Well, that wasn't
anyone from our camp.

Well, I can assure you
that we didn't go to the press.

Is someone in your group Simone?

Someone in our group?

I don't know what people
in our group do.

I don't know them like that.

My concern begins and ends
with my husband, Eli.

Simone, this story would greatly
affect all of us

in the Franklin administration.
- [Simone sighs]

So if you're a part of the team
like you say that you are,

then I would hope
that you would tell us

if you knew who the mole was.

[Simone]
See, that's not in our contract.

Per our contract.

I have no obligation to you
to snitch on anyone.

[Dilva]
The obligation is not to me.

It would be to you
and your husband, as you say...

Your life, your livelihood...

It all depends on it.

No bitch will threaten me
or my family.

Now, are we clear on that?

No threats, all truth.

Well, then this conversation
ended a long time ago.

- I agree... Miss Simone.
- [scoffing]

You got one more good time
to call me a bitch.

Cross.

- Alonzo.
- Yep.

- You here to relieve someone?
- Yeah.

The Vice President want me
to look after his people.

Yeah... They do have targets
on their backs.

Yeah... It pisses me off.

We put our lives
on the line for everyone.

- Who would want to target us?
- It's crazy.

That's why we have
to protect our brotherhood.

We have to look out
for each other.

- Yeah... We're all we got.
- That's right.

You know, some asshole poisoned
Leif and tried to poison Bobby?

- What?
- Yeah.

- When?
- Last night.

What? Did they catch the perp?

No. He had on a mask.

- What the hell?
- Yeah, I know. It's crazy.

Our guys aren't safe here, man.

Max was just telling me
that he needs some help.

Look, I'm willing to help.
Put me down for a shift.

Nothing's gonna
happen on my watch.

Bobby's my boy.

Cool. Yeah.
I'll put you on the schedule.

Yeah.

Cross... Thanks, man.

- I appreciate you.
- Of course. I got you.

I got Bobby.

- Hey, what's that look?
- Strap in.

What's going on now?

It's starting, so you better
strap in and get ready.

[Priscilla] What's up?

[Sam] Oh.

- Hello, Second Lady.
- Hi, Sam. Are you okay?

No, I'm not.
I need to speak to my wife.

I mean, whenever you're
finished with her, ma'am.

My apologies.

- Oh, no. It's okay, I can leave.
- No, no, no.

I'm sure you're a part
of this second lady, Simone.

You stay.

I hope neither one of you
are a part of this.

What is it, Sam?

[Sam] Did you go to the press?

What do you think?

Damn it, Priscilla,
I told you not to do that.

I don't care what you told me.
You're not the boss of me.

Why are you so hard headed, huh?

I am trying to protect you.

I told you I can protect myself.

No, you can't.

And even if you're going to be
so careless with your own life,

how can you look yourself

in the mirror if you get this
poor reporter killed?

How can you look yourself
in the mirror knowing

that you're covering
for these people?

This is what I signed up for.
It's the job.

- It's not what I signed up for.
- What's going on, Sam?

It's been reported to Hunter and
Victoria and Dilva, ma'am.

That someone leaked a lot
of information to the press.

I'm aware...

Dilva came to see me.

- Dilva came to see you?
- She did.

And what did she have to say?

A bunch of vile threats.

She wanted to know
if we went to the press.

Mm...
And what did you tell her?

Well, I told her that neither me
or Eli went to the press.

And then she wanted
to know who did.

And I told her it wasn't any
of my concern.

And then she came up with all
these insinuations

and threats and...

I'm afraid those aren't empty
insinuations, ma'am,

they will definitely kill anyone

leaking criminal information
to the press.

Well, they don't scare me.

Can you talk some sense
into her, Second Lady?

Priscilla,
these people will kill you.

Well, if they kill me,

won't stop the story from coming
out tomorrow morning.

- That's what you think.
- No, that's what I know.

Tomorrow in The Times the world
will finally get a real glimpse

at who Hunter, Victoria,
and Jason Franklin are.

Their gig is up, Sam.

Your first call is queued up
and ready, Mr. President.

- [sighs] How you feeling, Allan?
- [Allan sighs]

I'm not too sure, sir.

- I hope you feel better.
- [Allan] Thanks.

Okay, who are we speaking with?

This is Mr. and Mrs. Kowalski.

Their son, Dmitri,

was killed when the Humvee
he had ridden in was bombed.

Reports say he just
exited the Humvee,

but his body was thrown several
feet and caught ablaze

by the glass.

Oh, my God.

This information
was kept from his family.

They believe he died instantly
and, well, didn't burn alive.

I'm glad that they
kept that information.

- How old was he?
- 22 years old, sir.

And this was his last year
of his four year service.

Does anyone... Does anyone
prepare any notes for me?

Here they are.

[clears throat[

What am I supposed to say
to these people?

Figure it out, Hunter

For once in your damn life,
be a human being.

Have some compassion.

Your soul can't be that dark

and cold to where
you can't sympathize

with the family who just lost
their 22 year old son,

who was deployed
on a mission you sent him on.

Talk to those people!

Listen to them.
Be there for them. Comfort them!

This ain't about you, mother...

- Excuse me.
- [paper thuds]

[door slams]

Y-Yes? Um...
Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Kowalski.

Yes, this is President
Hunter Franklin.

And I just want you
to know that the nation...

is mourning with you right now.

I want you to know
that Victoria and I...

and our family have you
in our prayers.

So please...
Tell me about Dmitri.

Max.

Oh.

Hey. What are you doing here?

So you said you weren't
sure if I could cook,

so I thought I'd throw down.

- You cooked?
- Mm, I sure did.

And I risked my life
to get up here.

There's so many police
everywhere.

I mean, even Sam had
to call for me to get up here,

but I was determined
to bring you some dinner.

Wow.

- No one's ever cooked for me.
- I find that hard to believe.

Well, I mean, not since I was in
high school.

My mom cooked for me.

Okay, I'm sure your little
girlfriends cook

for you all the time.

None of the women have
dated can cook.

It's like a curse I have.
I attract non-cookers.

- I'm sorry to hear that.
- It's all good. But thank you.

Oh, don't thank me yet.
You haven't tasted it yet.

[Max] Oh, you're right.

I will reserve judgment until
after I've tasted it.

You do that.

I'm kidding.
I'm sure I'm gonna love it.

[giggles]

Well, look, uh, I don't want
to take you from anything,

so I'll just...

Oh, no. You're good.
Um, are you busy now?

Do you want to stay here
and eat with me?

Oh, no. That's...
That's all for you.

- Really?
- [Sharon] Mm-hmm.

Okay, um, did you want to stay
here and watch me eat?

You know what? Sure.

Since you'll be eating
what I made

for you,
I suppose it'll be okay.

- Yeah? All right. Cool.
- [Sharon] Mm-hmm.

Okay. [giggles]

Can we turn that up?

[News Commentator]
Ladies and gentlemen,

we have some very sad news
to report on.

One of our own,
from our journalist family,

we are getting reports
that famed, award-winningTimes

journalist Abrielle Monroe
was found dead in her car.

Cause of death
is multiple gunshot wounds.

Authorities on the scene say it
looks like an execution.

Oh, God, no!

[News Commentator]
This is sad news.

Abrielle Monroe was truly one
of the greatest to ever do it.

Police are on the scene,
and at this hour,

tributes are starting to pour
in from around the world.

Was that her?

- What that her, Priscilla?
- Yes, Sam.

Damn it!

And what the hell do you
think they would

do to you when they find out

that you leaked this?

Who are you yelling at?

[breathing heavily]

Even if you don't care
about yourself

or the people around you
who love you.

Damn it, Priscilla,

I thought you had more integrity
than to put the lives

of others in danger.

This reporter... Richard...

Nancy, you have put them
all in danger.

I can take care of myself, Sam.
I'll just go to my own house.

That way no one else has
to be put in danger.

Tell Richard and Nancy
that I'm good.

You have no clue
what you just did.

And if you know about this,
Simone...

If you encouraged it...

then shame on you, Second Lady.

Shame on you both.

[News Commentator]
Again, Abrielle Monroe,

star reporter of The Times,

murdered and our community
is overcome with grief.

They killed her.

- I feel like I can't breathe.
- Wait. Are you okay? Sit here.

Lean. Lean. Lean, lean. Oh!

- Oh, God. Oh!
- [breathing heavily]

Oh, God.

They executed her.

I can't breathe.
Did... did I cause this?

- Simone, is this my fault?
- No.

Abrielle knew the risks, okay?
She knew the risks.

I just can't believe this.
I can't believe this.

Priscilla, look...

- [Priscila sobs]
- This changes everything, okay?

This changes everything.

And I don't know that you
need to go home.

Nowhere is safe for you.

No. No, Sam is right.

I can't put anyone else
in danger.

I'm going home.

And I'm strapped, too.

And the way I'm feeling...

I dare anybody to come at me.

[Simone sighs]

Shit.

[rattling]

I found your house, bitch.

What's going on with
Operation Bad Lunch?

Well. It's underway.

It's an insidious poison
manufactured in Russia.

- I love you, Agent Isaac.
- [Victoria] Next on The Oval.

You see, the story isn't dead.
The editor can still release it.

Yes!

The editor is going
to want vindication.

I have your menu for the week.

Soup every day?

I understand that her soups
are to die for.

Huh... To die for?

- Look into-
- [Hunter] Thank you very much.

[Journalist #1] Mr. President,
please don't leave!

[Journalist #2]
One more question.

- [whistling]
- [tense music]

Boom! [chuckles]

[rousing music]

[gentle music]

[upbeat music]

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