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[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]

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