Original subtitles

HUNTER: YOU'’RE FIRED. GET OUT OF MY SIGHT. GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE.

MAN: PREVIOUSLY ON "THE OVAL"...

VICTORIA: TELL HIM THE TRUTH. GAYLE: HE DIDN'’T DO ANYTHING.

HUNTER: WHY WOULD YOU LIE ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT?

KYLE: WHAT HAPPENED WITH HER? BOBBY: NOTHING.

KYLE: YOU'’RE TELLING ME THAT YOU WEREN'’T THERE

TO HAVE SEX WITH HER. BOBBY: NO.

RICHARD: GIVE ME THE GUN. BARRY: I'’M NOT GIVING--DAD!

[GUNFIRE] WOMAN SCREAMING: AAH, THEY SHOT HIM!

AAH, THEY SHOT HIM!

DONALD: I'’LL HAVE YOU REASSIGNED WHEN I GET TO WORK.

KYLE: ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT, SIR?

DONALD: YOU'’D BE BETTER WORKING WITH THE NEW A.G.

WOMAN: YOU SAID THE WOMAN IS WITH THE RAKUDUSHIS CULT.

BARRY: YES. WOMAN: IS THIS HER?

NANCY: WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?

WOMAN: THAT'’S WHAT WE'’RE TRYING TO FIND OUT, MA'’AM.

BARRY: WHAT ABOUT MY DAUGHTER?

WOMAN: I DON'’T KNOW.

BARRY: WAS SHE WITH HER?

WOMAN: SIR, I--I REALLY DON'’T

HAVE ANY MORE INFORMATION JUST YET.

NANCY: SO, ARE YOU--

ARE YOU SAYING THAT RUTH IS DEAD?

WOMAN: WELL, WE'’RE NOT SURE.

NANCY: WELL, WHY WOULD YOU ASK THAT THEN?

WOMAN: BECAUSE I NEED SOMEONE TO IDENTIFY THE BODY FIRST.

NANCY: I-I CAN'’T DO THAT.

WOMAN: OK. CAN YOU, SIR?

BARRY: I JUST--I JUST--

I JUST WANT MY DAUGHTER.

WOMAN: I UNDERSTAND THAT.

AND HELPING ME IDENTIFY THIS JANE DOE

MIGHT BE A START WITH THAT.

BARRY: WHERE IS SHE? WOMAN: SHE'’S IN THE MORGUE.

BARRY: TAKE ME THERE.

NANCY: SON, I'’M GONNA WAIT RIGHT HERE.

BARRY: ALL RIGHT. OK.

SAM: SHOULDN'’T YOU BE UPSTAIRS?

RICHARD: I GOT FIRED.

SAM: WHAT? RICHARD: YES.

SAM: WAIT A MINUTE, WAIT. LET ME--LET ME TALK TO--

RICHARD: THE PRESIDENT FIRED ME.

THERE IS NOBODY TO TALK TO.

SAM: RICHARD.

RICHARD: YEAH, I KNOW.

SAM: IS THIS ABOUT YOUR SON? RICHARD: YES.

THIS IS ABOUT THAT GIRL.

SAM: THAT'’S WHAT I MEAN. SHE LIED.

RICHARD: I KNOW THAT, SAM, BUT APPARENTLY,

HER PARENTS BELIEVE HER.

SAM: HEY, YOU'’VE BEEN HERE LONGER THAN I HAVE.

WE NEED TO TALK TO HER.

RICHARD: THERE'’S NOTHING WE CAN DO.

SAM: THIS AIN'’T RIGHT.

RICHARD: LOOK...IT'’S FINE.

I MEAN, IT HAPPENS.

SAM: NOT LIKE THIS IT DON'’T.

[RICHARD SIGHS]

SAM, JUST CLEAR ME OUT OF HERE.

SAM: JUST WAIT UNTIL THE CHIEF OF STAFF COMES IN

SO WE CAN TALK TO HIM. HE'’S ON HIS WAY.

RICHARD: I AM NOT BEGGING THESE PEOPLE FOR MY JOB.

LOOK, I KNOW WHAT I DO AROUND HERE.

SAM: JUST WAIT. JUST WAIT, PLEASE.

RICHARD: SAM, I AM GOING HOME.

SAM: HAVE A SEAT, PLEASE.

RICHARD: I'’LL STAND.

HEY, SAM, YOU TURN THAT UP?

WOMAN ON TV: MY FATHER WAS JUST SLEEPING IN HIS BED.

WE HAVE TO STOP THIS VIOLENCE.

I WANT WHOEVER DID THIS CAUGHT.

FEMALE REPORTER ON TV: OF COURSE YOU DO.

NOW, D.C. POLICE ARE LOOKING INTO SURVEILLANCE VIDEO

FROM SEVERAL NEIGHBORHOOD CAMERAS.

NEEDLESS TO SAY, NEIGHBORS HERE ARE IN AN UPROAR.

NOW, MR. FIELDS WAS A PILLAR OF THIS COMMUNITY

AND A DEACON AT THE HILLSIDE CHURCH.

THE FAMILY IS HOLDING A VIGIL TONIGHT FOR THE MURDERED MAN,

AND POLICE ARE EXPECTED TO BE IN ATTENDANCE.

BACK TO YOU, JUNE.

SAM: YOU SURE YOU DON'’T WANT TO SIT?

RICHARD: I'’LL SPEND THE NIGHT HERE.

MAN: ♪ FEELS LIKE I'’M RUNNING OUT OF TIME ♪

♪ YOU GOT TO GET YOURS, I GOT TO GET MINE ♪

♪ NOT REALLY SURE WHERE WE'’RE HEADED TO ♪

♪ I JUST HOPE THAT YOU MAKE IT WHEN I DO ♪

SAM: PEOPLE HAVE LOST THEIR MINDS.

RICHARD: SAM.

SAM: YEAH?

RICHARD: I NEED YOUR HELP.

SAM: WHAT'’S GOING ON?

RICHARD: IT'’S RUTH.

SHE TOOK CALLIE.

SAM: WHAT?

RICHARD: YEAH, NANCY AND BARRY ARE DOWN THERE

AT THE POLICE STATION.

I DON'’T KNOW HOW MUCH HELP THEY'’RE GONNA BE.

SAM: YEAH.

LET ME MAKE SOME PHONE CALLS

AND SEE WHAT KIND OF FAVORS I CAN PULL.

RICHARD: THANK YOU. THAT-THAT WOULD MEAN THE WORLD TO ME.

SAM: OK. SIT TIGHT.

RICHARD: THANKS.

MAN: ALL YOURS.

WOMAN: IS THAT HER?

BARRY: WHAT HAPPENED TO HER FACE?

WOMAN: MUTILATED. IS THAT HER?

[BARRY CLEARS THROAT]

IT LOOKS LIKE HER. IT'’S THE...

THE TATTOO MATCHES AND I RECOGNIZE THE SCAR.

WOMAN: OK. SO, IS THAT A POSITIVE I.D.?

BARRY: YES. WOMAN: OK. GOT AN I.D.

BARRY: WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?

WOMAN: SHE WAS STABBED IN THE CHEST.

BARRY: WHERE WAS SHE FOUND?

WOMAN: ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD.

BARRY: WHERE?

MAN: BENTON STREET, UNDER THE BRIDGE.

BARRY: DID SHE...DID SHE HAVE ANYTHING ON HER?

MAN: NAKED AS A JAYBIRD.

BARRY: HOW WILL I FIND MY DAUGHTER?

WOMAN: COME ON, LET'’S GO. WE'’RE INTO THIS.

COME ON.

SAM: GOOD MORNING, SIR. DONALD: GOOD MORNING.

SAM: EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT LAST NIGHT?

DONALD: YES. DID YOU GET ANY INFORMATION ON HIM?

SAM: YES. WE HAVE A FILE.

IT'’S ON YOUR DESK, SIR.

DONALD: OK.

DO YOU KNOW HOW KYLE WAS ASSIGNED TO ME?

SAM: HE REQUESTED IT, SIR.

DONALD: CHANGE HIM OUT.

SAM: DID HE DO SOMETHING WRONG?

DONALD: NO, HE'’S JUST

NOT A GOOD FIT FOR MY WIFE AND I.

SAM: YES, SIR.

SIR...MAY I SPEAK FREELY?

DONALD: WHAT IS IT, SAM?

SAM: RICHARD.

DONALD: THE BUTLER?

SAM: YES. HE WAS FIRED.

DONALD: BY WHO? SAM: THE PRESIDENT, SIR.

DONALD: THERE'’S NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT THAT.

SAM: SIR, HE'’S A GOOD MAN AND NEEDED AROUND HERE.

DONALD: WELL, HE SHOULD'’VE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT...

SAM: SIR, YOU KNOW HIS SON DID NOT DO THAT.

DONALD: YOU KNOW WHAT? I'’LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO.

SAM: I'’LL HAVE HIM WAIT, SIR...

DONALD: NO, NO, NO, YOU WON'’T,

BECAUSE IT WON'’T BE TODAY.

I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT.

SAM: YES, SIR.

HIS FILE IS ON YOUR DESK AS WELL.

DONALD: GET HIM OUT OF HERE, OK?

SAM: YES, SIR.

[RICHARD SIGHS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

I TOLD YOU.

SAM: HE'’LL CALL YOU.

RICHARD: YEAH, RIGHT.

SAM: HE WILL.

RICHARD: NOW I HAVE TO GO HOME AND EXPLAIN THIS TO NANCY.

[SIGH]

[CLATTER]

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

KYLE: YEAH?

SAM: IT'’S SAM.

KYLE: I JUST GOT HOME, MAN.

I NEED TWO HOURS OF SLEEP.

SAM: TAKE THE DAY.

KYLE: WHAT-WHAT? NO, I--I'’LL BE IN.

SAM: LISTEN, HE DOESN'’T WANT YOU ON HIS DETAIL.

KYLE: WHAT?

SAM: NO.

KYLE: HE SAID THAT. SAM: YES. YES, HE DID.

KYLE: OK.

SAM: WHAT'’D YOU DO?

KYLE: NOTHING.

SAM: IT DOESN'’T SEEM LIKE NOTHING TO ME.

KYLE: WELL, WHAT DID HE SAY?

SAM: SAID HE WANTED SOMEONE ELSE.

KYLE: OK. FINE.

SAM: DID YOU TAKE CARE OF OUR ISSUE?

KYLE: YEAH, IT'’S DONE.

SAM: GONE? KYLE: YES.

SAM: DID HE TALK? KYLE: NO.

NO, HE SURE DIDN'’T.

SAM: I TOLD YOU YOU WOULDN'’T GET ANYTHING OUT OF HIM.

KYLE: I'’LL TALK TO YOU LATER, SAM.

SAM: ALL RIGHT. GET SOME REST.

[BEEP]

[KYLE SIGHS]

BOBBY: WHAT'’S THAT ABOUT?

KYLE: NOTHING.

BOBBY: COME ON, MAN. DON'’T LEAVE ME IN THE DARK.

KYLE: WILL YOU JUST HURRY UP AND GET BETTER

SO YOU CAN GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE?

BOBBY: IT'’S LIKE THAT?

[KYLE SNIFFS]

SON OF A BITCH IS REPLACING ME.

BOBBY: I DON'’T SEE WHY YOU JUST DON'’T GO AFTER HIM.

KYLE: SHUT UP.

BOBBY: THIS IS A LOT OF EFFORT.

KYLE: I SAID SHUT UP.

BOBBY: AND IT MAY NOT WORK.

KYLE: WELL, IT WOULD HAVE WORKED IF YOU'’D

DONE WHAT THE HELL I TOLD YOU.

BOBBY: YEAH, YEAH.

KYLE: STOP TALKING. YOU'’RE GETTING BLOOD ON MY SHEETS.

BOBBY: TO HELL WITH YOUR SHEETS.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR] DONALD: KNOCK, KNOCK.

HUNTER: THERE HE IS.

DONALD: HOW'’S YOUR FIRST DAY?

HUNTER: I DON'’T KNOW. YOU TELL ME.

YOU READY TO GET STARTED? DONALD: YES.

YOU'’VE GOT A VERY BUSY SCHEDULE. DO YOU MIND?

HUNTER: PLEASE. DONALD: OK.

SO, WE'’VE GOT A VERY BUSY SCHEDULE, BUT FIRST,

I WANT TO START WITH THE PARIS ACCORD.

HUNTER: IF THIS DESK COULD TALK.

DONALD: SIR?

HUNTER: THE NIGHT I HAD IN HERE LAST NIGHT. OOF.

DONALD: YOU AND THE FIRST LADY, HUH, SIR?

HUNTER: OH. BITE YOUR TONGUE.

DONALD: I SHOULD'’VE KNOWN.

SO, THE PARIS ACCORD IS COMING UP, AND...

HUNTER: SHE DOES THIS THING. SHE LICKS ME EVERYWHERE.

AND I MEAN EVERYWHERE.

DONALD: MM.

HUNTER: IT'’S LIKE...IT'’S LIKE SHE'’S REALLY IMPRESSED

I'’M THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.

DONALD: WELL...YOU ARE, SIR.

HUNTER: HMM.

DONALD: SO, THE SENATE MAJORITY LEADER WANTS TO...

HUNTER: I WANT HER TO COME BACK TONIGHT.

MAKE THAT HAPPEN?

DONALD: WELL, SIR, I CAN TALK TO MAX

AND HE CAN GET HER, HUH?

[HUNTER SNAPS FINGERS] YOU DO THAT.

GIVE THESE TO THE VICE. OHH. I WANT TO GO GOLFING.

DONALD: WELL, SIR, YOU KNOW, I DON'’T THINK

THAT WOULD BE SUCH A GOOD LOOK ON YOUR FIRST DAY, HUH?

HUNTER: AHH, THE HELL WITH THE LOOK.

DONALD: YOU KNOW WHAT?

WHY DON'’T WE SCHEDULE THE MEETINGS

AND THEN JUST PUBLISH A VERY BUSY AGENDA FIRST, HUH?

HUNTER: YOU DO THAT, DONALD.

I'’M SURPRISED YOU'’RE EVEN HERE, WITH THAT

HOT PIECE YOU CALL A WIFE WAITING AT HOME.

DONALD: WELL, SIR, SHE'’S OUT TODAY.

HUNTER: YEAH? DONALD: MM-HMM.

HUNTER: NEW CLIENT?

DONALD: ACTUALLY, SHE'’S WITH YOUR WIFE.

HUNTER: WHY?

DONALD: THEY'’RE SHOPPING.

HUNTER: HMM. THAT'’S WEIRD.

VICTORIA HATES SHOPPING.

DONALD: YEAH, I THINK IT'’S FOR A PHOTO OP.

YOU KNOW, MAKE HER LOOK MORE RELATABLE.

HUNTER: HA HA! HA HA!

SHE SEEN HER THREAT ASSESSMENT?

DONALD: NO, SIR, SHE HAS NOT.

HUNTER: WELL, WHY THE HELL NOT? I'’VE SEEN MINE.

DONALD: WELL...HERS IS A BIT MORE SENSITIVE.

HUNTER: YEAH? HOW SO?

DONALD: IT'’S VERY RACIAL.

HUNTER: OH.

YOU HAVE IT?

DONALD: YES, SIR, I DO.

HUNTER: WHY DON'’T YOU GIVE IT TO ME.

DONALD: WELL, NO.

HUNTER: NO, WHY DON'’T YOU GIVE IT TO ME, DONALD.

[SNAPS FINGERS] I'’LL SHOW IT TO HER.

DONALD: YES, SIR.

BUT DON'’T WORRY. UM, IT'’S PRETTY EXTREME

BUT SHE'’S GOT AN AMPLE AMOUNT OF

SECRET SERVICE ON HER SIDE.

HUNTER: ARE YOU KIDDING? IF SOMEONE KILLED HER,

THEY'’D BE DOING ME A FAVOR.

[DONALD CHUCKLES]

YOU'’RE KIDDING. I KNOW.

HUNTER: DO I LOOK LIKE I'’M LAUGHING?

DONALD: NO, SIR.

HUNTER: HEY, WHAT...

WHAT WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO PULL BACK ON HER SECURITY DETAIL?

DONALD: I'’M GONNA ADVISE AGAINST THAT, SIR.

HUNTER: WHY?

DONALD: '’CAUSE I DON'’T THINK THE PUBLIC

WOULD LOOK TOO KINDLY ON THE FIRST LADY OF THE UNITED STATES

BEING ASSASSINATED, SIR.

HUNTER: THESE FEMINISTS ARE ALWAYS CARRYING ON ABOUT

EQUAL RIGHTS.

LET'’S GIVE THEM THEIR FIRST MARTYR.

DONALD: I AM GOING TO STRONGLY RECOMMEND

AGAINST THAT, SIR.

HUNTER: YOU'’RE NO FUN. DONALD: MM.

HUNTER: YOU'’RE NEVER ANY FUN, DONALD.

MAKE ME A DRINK. WANT ONE?

DONALD: NO, SIR. NO.

I DON'’T USUALLY DRINK BEFORE 10 A.M.

HUNTER: I DO.

DONALD: YES, YOU DO.

HUNTER: I AM PRESIDENT

OF THE UNITED STATES.

DONALD: YES, SIR.

GAYLE: THAT'’S YOUR COUSIN? DAMN.

WHAT THE HELL?

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

PICKY: YO.

GAYLE: WHAT THE HELL, P?

PICKY: WHAT'’S UP?

GAYLE: SO, RACHEL'’S ON YOUR PAGE?

PICKY: GIRL... GET OFF MY PHONE.

GAYLE: WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?

PICKY: LOOK, I-- I TOLD YOU.

GAYLE: I LOVE YOU.

PICKY: I GOTTA GO ON WHAT I GOT, OK?

I CAN'’T BE MESSING WITH YOU.

I JUST--I CAN'’T.

GAYLE: WHAT ARE YOU SAYING TO ME RIGHT NOW?

PICKY: I DON'’T KNOW HOW MANY WAYS

I GOTTA TELL YOU JUST TO STOP CALLING ME.

IT'’S LIKE--IT'’S LIKE DAMN, YOU KNOW?

GAYLE: REALLY? REALLY?

PICKY: LOOK. DO YOU.

GAYLE: I WANT TO SEE YOU. COME OVER HERE.

PICKY: ARE YOU CRAZY?

GAYLE: ALL RIGHT, FINE. THEN I'’LL COME TO YOU.

PICKY: NO. GAYLE: WHY?

PICKY: '’CAUSE YOU COME WITH THE POLICE NOW.

GAYLE: I DIDN'’T ASK FOR ANY OF THIS.

PICKY: LOOK, WHATEVER. I GOTTA GO.

GAYLE: SO, SHE'’S THERE?

PICKY: NO!

GAYLE: I HEARD HER.

PICKY: STOP CALLING ME.

GAYLE: YOU'’RE REALLY DOING THIS TO ME?

LOOK, IT'’S NOT MY FAULT THAT WE'’RE HERE.

PICKY: BYE. GAYLE: DON'’T YOU HANG UP--

PICKY?

DAMN IT.

YUMA: HAVE A SEAT.

LILLY: THANK YOU.

YUMA: SHE'’LL BE RIGHT WITH YOU.

LILLY: THANK YOU.

VICTORIA: THERE YOU ARE.

LILLY: HI. VICTORIA: HI. HOW ARE YOU?

LILLY: I AM SO SORRY I COULDN'’T MAKE IT TO THE INAUGURATION.

VICTORIA: OH, IT'’S FINE. LILLY: I REALLY TRIED.

VICTORIA: DONALD TOLD ME EVERYTHING.

LILLY: YOU LOOKED LOVELY.

VICTORIA: THANK YOU.

LILLY: AND THE ALTERATIONS, THEY...

VICTORIA: THEY WERE PERFECT.

PLEASE.

I WANT YOU TO CHOOSE SOME THINGS FOR ME

THAT LOOK GREAT BUT ARE CHEAP.

LILLY: YES, MA'’AM.

VICTORIA: I HAD A STORE IN MIND.

LILLY: YES, I LOOKED IT UP.

ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO GO THERE?

VICTORIA: YES. YUMA: IF I MAY.

VICTORIA: YES?

YUMA: THIS IS HIGHLY UNUSUAL,

A FIRST LADY DOING THE SHOPPING.

VICTORIA: I'’M A HIGHLY UNUSUAL FIRST LADY.

YUMA: YES, MA'’AM.

VICTORIA: SHOULDN'’T YOU BE ORGANIZING THE MOTORCADE?

YUMA: IT'’S WAITING, MA'’AM.

VICTORIA: WELL, WILL YOU PLEASE LEAVE US

SO THAT I MAY SPEAK WITH MY STYLIST?

YUMA: YES, MA'’AM.

VICTORIA: THESE PEOPLE KNOW NO BOUNDARIES.

THEY HAVE TO BE TAUGHT.

SO, WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THE STORE?

LILLY: WELL, IT'’S A BIT...

VICTORIA: TRASHY?

LILLY: WELL, I WASN'’T GONNA SAY THAT.

VICTORIA: NO, I'’D JUST LIKE TO SEE.

LILLY: YES, MA'’AM.

VICTORIA: I WANT TO FIND A BALANCE

SOMEWHERE BETWEEN JACKIE O AND MICHELLE OBAMA.

LILLY: WELL, I DON'’T THINK THIS STORE HAS EITHER OF THOSE.

VICTORIA: I STILL WANT TO GO.

LILLY: YES, MA'’AM.

VICTORIA: I DON'’T WANT TO LOOK LIKE THE VICE PRESIDENT'’S WIFE.

SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE'’S GOING TO WAR.

LILLY: HELLO.

VICTORIA: OH, DON'’T MIND HER. SHE'’S ALWAYS GOT

A BEE IN HER BONNET.

EXCUSE ME!

WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'’RE GOING?

EXCUSE ME!

I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!

GAYLE: OH, MY GOD. GO TO HELL.

VICTORIA: I'’VE BEEN IN HELL SINCE THE DAY YOU WERE BORN.

GAYLE: OK, THEN, LEAVE ME ALONE.

VICTORIA: YOU ARE NOT LEAVING THIS HOUSE.

GAYLE: YEAH, I AM.

VICTORIA: WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, LITTLE GIRL?

THIS IS THE WHITE HOUSE. YOU CAN'’T JUST WALK OUT OF HERE.

GAYLE: WATCH ME.

VICTORIA: WHAT DID I TELL YOU? GAYLE: UHH!

MAKE THEM OPEN THIS DOOR OR I WILL BREAK THAT WINDOW.

VICTORIA: I ASKED YOU WHERE YOU WERE GOING.

GAYLE: WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HIM?

VICTORIA: TO WHOM?

GAYLE: YOU KNOW WHO THE HELL

I'’M TALKING ABOUT.

VICTORIA: THAT GUTTER TRASH?

GAYLE: I LOVE HIM.

VICTORIA: LITTLE GIRL, YOU HAVE NO IDEA

WHAT LOVE IS.

GAYLE: OH, AND YOU AND DAD DO?

VICTORIA: GO UPSTAIRS.

GAYLE: NO, I'’M NOT GONNA BE

A PRISONER IN THIS HOUSE.

VICTORIA: I SAID GO UPSTAIRS.

GAYLE: DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?

VICTORIA: YUMA?

YUMA: YES, MA'’AM.

VICTORIA: TASE HER.

YUMA: MA'’AM...

VICTORIA: YOU HEARD ME.

YUMA: YES, MA'’AM, I... VICTORIA: I SAID

TASE HER.

GAYLE: I WISH YOU WOULD.

VICTORIA: GO UPSTAIRS.

GAYLE: NO. VICTORIA: YUMA?

YUMA: YES, MA'’AM.

VICTORIA: TASE HER AND I MEAN IT.

YUMA: MA'’AM, I CANNOT TASE YOUR DAUGHTER.

VICTORIA: ...JUST GIVE IT TO ME. GIVE IT TO ME!

GIVE IT TO ME. GO UPSTAIRS.

[SILVERWARE CLATTERING]

GIVE IT TO ME. GIVE IT TO ME.

GAYLE: YOU DO IT, AND I WILL TELL THE PRESS CORPS

EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED-- [TASER BUZZING]

[GRUNTING] YUMA: MA'’AM, MA'’AM, MA'’AM,

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!

[GAYLE GASPING, GROANING]

VICTORIA: THIS LITTLE BITCH IS SO HARD-HEADED!

LILLY?

LILLY: MA'’AM?

VICTORIA: LET'’S GO.

LILLY: YES, MA'’AM.

VICTORIA: SHE PISSED HERSELF.

[GAYLE GROANING]

VICTORIA: YOU'’LL HAVE TO CLEAN THAT UP.

JEAN: YES, MA'’AM.

[GAYLE GROANING]

YUMA: YOU ALL RIGHT?

[GAYLE COUGHS]

NANCY: OK, SO, WAS IT HER?

BARRY: YES, IT WAS HER.

NANCY: WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?

WOMAN: SHE WAS STABBED TO DEATH, MA'’AM.

SHE HAD A 7-INCH KITCHEN KNIFE BURIED IN HER CHEST.

NANCY: OH, JESUS.

BARRY: DON'’T TELL HER THAT!

WOMAN: I'’M SORRY.

BARRY: I NEED TO FIND MY DAUGHTER.

WOMAN: I UNDERSTAND THAT. I HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU.

WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?

BARRY: WHAT? WOMAN: WHERE WERE YOU

BETWEEN THE HOURS OF 8 AND 2 A.M.?

BARRY: I WAS HOME.

WOMAN: OK. CAN ANYONE VERIFY THAT?

BARRY: MY MOTHER AND MY FATHER WAS THERE

AND SO WAS MY GIRLFRIEND.

WOMAN: OK. IS THAT CORRECT?

NANCY: I-I WENT TO BED EARLY.

BUT I'’M SURE HE WAS THERE.

WOMAN: WHAT KIND OF CAR DO YOU DRIVE?

BARRY: WHAT, AM I A SUSPECT?

WOMAN: I NEED TO CLEAR ANYONE WHO HAD

ANY KIND OF ISSUE WITH HER.

BARRY: I NEVER HAD ISSUES WITH THAT GIRL--

WOMAN: YOU JUST TOLD ME THAT SHE TOOK YOUR DAUGHTER.

BARRY: LOOK, I NEED TO FIND MY DAUGHTER.

ARE YOU GONNA HELP ME OR NOT?

WOMAN: I HAVE A FEW MORE QUESTIONS AND THEN--

BARRY: YOU KNOW WHAT? COME ON, MA.

WE AIN'’T GOT TIME. WOMAN: I HIGHLY RECOMMEND

YOU TALK TO ME RIGHT NOW.

BARRY: LET'’S GO, MA. WE DON'’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS.

GO. YEAH, OK.

WOMAN: YOU REALLY SHOULD TALK TO ME.

MA'’AM?

NANCY: I'’M SORRY.

WOMAN: I WILL BE IN TOUCH.

PRISCILLA: HOW IS SHE?

DOCTOR: SHE'’S FINE.

PRISCILLA: OK. GOOD.

DOCTOR: WHAT HAPPENED?

PRISCILLA: SHE GOT SHOCKED.

DOCTOR: FROM WHAT?

GAYLE: MY MOTHER.

DOCTOR: WHAT?

PRISCILLA: THANK YOU, DOCTOR.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR TIME.

DOCTOR: SURE.

PRISCILLA: OK.

[DOOR CLOSES]

IN CASE YOU GET COLD.

GAYLE: GET OUT.

PRISCILLA: YES, MA'’AM.

GAYLE: I HATE THIS PLACE

AND EVERYBODY IN IT.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[SIGH]

JASON: HEY.

.GAYLE: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BATHROOM?

JASON: CHILLIN'’.

GAYLE: GET OUT. JASON: LOOK.

I WANT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING.

GAYLE: GOOD-BYE, CREEP.

JASON: I KNOW HOW YOU CAN GET OUT OF HERE.

GAYLE: HOW?

JASON: YOU DON'’T WANT TO TALK TO ME.

GAYLE: OK, YOU KNOW WHAT? CAN YOU JUST STOP BEING A JERK

AND TALK TO ME AND TELL ME?

JASON: HOW MUCH IS IT WORTH TO YOU?

GAYLE: ALL RIGHT, JASON, GET OUT OF MY ROOM.

JASON: OK, LOOK.

SO, I'’VE BEEN READING ABOUT THIS PLACE, RIGHT?

AND THERE ARE SECRET PASSAGES AND EXITS.

GAYLE: WHERE?

JASON: I'’M GONNA FIND THEM.

GAYLE: SO, YOU HAVEN'’T.

JASON: NO, BUT--

GAYLE: YOU ARE SO STUPID.

WE CANNOT GET OUT OF HERE.

JASON: YES, WE CAN.

GAYLE: NO, WE CAN'’T. THEY ARE WATCHING US 24/7.

YOU KNOW WHAT? THEY'’RE PROBABLY

WATCHING US RIGHT NOW.

JASON: OK, THERE AREN'’T ANY CAMERAS IN THE RESIDENCE.

GAYLE: YEAH, WELL, IN ORDER TO GET OUT OF HERE,

YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH THE MAIN HOUSE.

JASON: MAYBE.

GAYLE: GET OUT. GET OUT!

JASON: FINE.

GAYLE: AH-AH! NO! THAT WAY!

YOU KNOW WHAT, GO GET NAKED AND PROWL

LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO.

JASON: OK.

[DOOR CLOSES] GAYLE: UHH.

NANCY: THEY THINK YOU DID SOMETHING TO HER.

BARRY: YEAH, THEY ALWAYS ASKING CRAZY QUESTIONS.

NANCY: WELL, WHY WOULD THEY THINK THAT?

BARRY: I DON'’T KNOW, MA. THEY THE POLICE.

NANCY: I DON'’T LIKE THIS.

BARRY: MA.

NANCY: I DON'’T.

[SIGH] THAT POOR GIRL.

BARRY: MA, YOU ARE NOT HELPING THE SITUATION.

NANCY: I'’M SORRY. THAT POOR CHILD.

BARRY: MA! NANCY: WHAT?

BARRY: ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT RUTH?

NANCY: SHE'’S BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH.

BARRY: WHAT ABOUT YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER?

WHAT IS SHE GOING THROUGH RIGHT NOW?

NANCY: I'’M WORRIED ABOUT HER, TOO.

JUST BECAUSE I'’M THINKING ABOUT ONE

DON'’T MEAN I AIN'’T THINKING ABOUT THE OTHER.

BARRY: YEAH, OK.

NANCY: DON'’T YOU SIT THERE AND ACT LIKE

THAT GIRL'’S DEATH DIDN'’T BOTHER YOU.

BARRY: IT DIDN'’T. I'’M RELIEVED.

NANCY: DON'’T YOU SAY THAT.

BARRY: DO YOU NOT SEE ALL THE TROUBLE THAT SHE'’S CAUSED?

NANCY: YEAH, BUT SHE STILL DIDN'’T DESERVE TO DIE

LIKE A DOG ON THE STREET.

BARRY: MOM, I JUST WANT TO FIND CALLIE. OK?

NANCY: I KNOW.

LORD, I DO, TOO.

[SIREN WAILING]

MAN: WE NEED TO CLEAR OUT THE STORE, LADIES.

DENISE: WHAT'’S GOING ON?

MAN: WOULD YOU STEP THIS WAY, PLEASE?

DENISE: OK. THIS LOOKS OFFICIAL.

MUST BE HUNTER.

OH. HI.

MAX: MA'’AM, WOULD YOU MIND STEPPING BACK, PLEASE?

DENISE: YES. OF COURSE.

[SETS MIRROR DOWN]

FIRST LADY.

VICTORIA: YES.

THE FIRST LADY.

DENISE: WHAT BRINGS YOU TO MY STORE?

VICTORIA: WELL, I HAVE BEEN TOLD THAT I'’M A BIT...FLASHY.

ISN'’T THAT RIGHT, LILLY?

LILLY: WELL, I DON'’T BELIEVE THAT.

VICTORIA: WELL, THANK YOU.

CAN YOU HELP ME, DEAR?

DENISE: YES.

VICTORIA: OF COURSE YOU CAN.

I WANT TO LOOK...

LIKE YOU.

DENISE: YES, MA'’AM.

VICTORIA: LILLY, WOULD YOU PLEASE GRAB ME

A FEW THINGS TO TRY ON, PLEASE?

LILLY: YES. VICTORIA: I JUST LOVE YOUR TASTE.

LILLY: GLADLY. THANK YOU.

VICTORIA: SO, WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME WEAR?

DENISE: I MEAN, I'’M JUST SO HUMBLED THAT

YOU WOULD COME TO MY STORE.

I MEAN, MY GOODNESS.

VICTORIA: YES, AND I'’M HUMBLED

THAT YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN ... MY HUSBAND

IN THE WHITE HOUSE

AND I NOT KNOW IT.

GOODNESS.

DENISE: I DON'’T--

VICTORIA: OH, I HOPE YOUR LIPS ARE BETTER AT BLOWING

THAN THEY ARE AT LYING.

I REALLY LIKE THIS.

WHERE'’S YOUR DRESSING ROOM, DEAR?

DENISE: IT'’S BACK THERE.

VICTORIA: SHOW ME. PLEASE.

DENISE: RIGHT THIS WAY.

I'’LL HANG THIS FOR YOU.

I'’LL JUST LET YOU GET DRESSED.

VICTORIA: NO, BITCH.

[CLATTER]

[DENISE GRUNTING, SHRIEKING]

LILLY: HEY, IS EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT?

MAX: MA'’AM! MA'’AM, MA'’AM!

YUMA: GET THE HELL OUT.

[VICTORIA AND DENISE GRUNTING, SHRIEKING]

LILLY: WHAT IS GOING ON IN THERE?

MAX: MA'’AM, PLEASE.

LILLY: VICTORIA'’S ... UP.

[VICTORIA AND DENISE GRUNTING, SHOUTING]

VICTORIA: TACKY.

BARRY: YO. SIR.

RICHARD: HEY.

NANCY: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

RICHARD: JUST TOOK THE DAY OFF.

NANCY: WHAT? RICHARD: YEAH.

NANCY: YOU NEVER DO THAT.

RICHARD: I KNOW. I WAS WORRIED ABOUT CALLIE.

NANCY: OH, GOD. RICHARD: WHAT DID THE POLICE SAY?

NANCY: IT'’S BAD.

RICHARD: WHAT IS IT?

BARRY: RUTH IS DEAD.

RICHARD: WHAT?

BARRY: YEAH. WE GOT THERE. THEY DESCRIBED HER.

THEY ASKED ME ABOUT A TATTOO.

RICHARD: WHAT?

BARRY: THEY HAD A JANE DOE. IT WAS HER.

[RICHARD SIGHS] SO, WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?

BARRY: STABBED TO DEATH.

RICHARD [SOFTLY]: OH, DAMN.

BARRY: HEY, DID YOU TALK TO SAM YET?

RICHARD: YEAH. HE SAID HE'’S GONNA TRY TO HELP.

NANCY: OH, GOOD. BARRY: TRY TO HELP?

DAD, THIS IS MY DAUGHTER WE'’RE TALKING ABOUT HERE.

RICHARD: AND OUR GRANDBABY. HE WILL HELP.

BARRY: REALLY, DAD? '’CAUSE IT SEEM LIKE

NOBODY HERE CARES FOR CALLIE EXCEPT FOR ME.

NANCY: DON'’T DO THAT, BARRY. RICHARD: HEY, THAT'’S NOT FAIR.

BARRY: LOOK, I GOTTA GO. NANCY: WHERE YOU GOING?

BARRY: TO TRY TO LOOK FOR MY DAUGHTER.

RICHARD: I'’LL GO WITH YOU. BARRY: NO!

RICHARD: SON. BARRY: DAD, I AM LITERALLY JUST

GOING TO LOOK FOR HER.

RICHARD: OK. BARRY: ALL RIGHT.

[ENGINE STARTS]

NANCY: THIS IS ALL MY FAULT.

RICHARD: OH, NO, BABY, DON'’T START.

NANCY: IT IS.

I--YOU KNOW, I WON'’T START.

BUT YOU APOLOGIZE TO ME.

RICHARD: APOLOGIZE?

NANCY: FOR LYING TO ME.

RICHARD: ABOUT WHAT?

NANCY: RICHARD, WHY ARE YOU HERE?

RICHARD: HEY, BABE, TELL YOU ABOUT IT LATER.

NANCY: RICHARD. RICHARD: PLEASE, PLEASE,

JUST LET ME THINK ABOUT IT.

NANCY: OK.

RICHARD: I PROMISE. I'’LL TELL YOU.

NANCY: WELL, WHILE YOU THINKING ABOUT THAT,

I HATE TO ADD THIS.

THE POLICE WERE ASKING BARRY A LOT OF QUESTIONS.

RICHARD: WHY? ABOUT WHAT?

NANCY: YEAH, ABOUT WHERE HE WAS LAST NIGHT.

RICHARD: WHY?

NANCY: I THINK THEY THINK HE MIGHT HAVE

SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT.

RICHARD: OH, NO. NO.

NANCY: OH, NO, HE'’S HIDING SOMETHING

HE'’S LIKE--THEY ASKED HIM IF HE WAS HERE

AND HE WAS--HE WAS GONE.

RICHARD: I WAS WITH HIM, SO I KNOW HE DIDN'’T

DO ANYTHING TO HURT HER.

NANCY: YOU WERE WITH HIM THE WHOLE TIME?

RICHARD: YES. NANCY: RICHARD...

RICHARD: BABY...CAN YOU JUST GO MAKE ME SOME LUNCH?

I'’M STARVING.

NANCY: YES.

AND THEN YOU TELL ME EVERYTHING.

RICHARD: OK.

[SIREN WAILING]

VICTORIA: DO YOU KNOW WHY I BROUGHT YOU HERE?

LILLY: TO GO SHOPPING WITH YOU.

VICTORIA: NO, DEAR. I BROUGHT YOU HERE

SO THAT YOU COULD UNDERSTAND WHO I AM.

LILLY: YES. OF COURSE.

VICTORIA: I AM A LADY.

LILLY: YES, MA'’AM, YOU ARE.

VICTORIA: AND I HAVE SUFFERED AND FOUGHT TO NO END

TO BE IN THIS POSITION,

AND I WILL NOT LET SOME TWO-BIT WHORE RUIN IT.

THAT GIRL WAS SEEING MY HUSBAND.

LILLY: I'’M SORRY.

VICTORIA: AND YOUR HUSBAND IS AWARE OF THAT.

LILLY: NO, I DON'’T THINK HE-- VICTORIA: THERE'’S NO NEED

FOR YOU TO SAY ANYTHING.

YOUR HUSBAND IS CHIEF OF STAFF

AND I NEED AN ALLY.

CAN I COUNT ON YOU?

LILLY: YES. OF COURSE.

VICTORIA: IF YOU KNOW OF ANYTHING,

WILL YOU TELL ME?

LILLY: ANYTHING?

VICTORIA: IF YOU KNOW OF MY HUSBAND WITH ANY WHORES,

WILL YOU TELL ME?

LILLY: YES. OF COURSE.

VICTORIA: AND I WILL DO THE SAME FOR YOU.

LILLY: WELL, MY HUSBAND IS FAITHFUL, SO...

[VICTORIA LAUGHS]

YOU'’RE A RIOT.

LILLY: AM I MISSING SOMETHING?

VICTORIA: HONEY, NO MAN IS FAITHFUL.

THEY JUST HAVEN'’T BEEN CAUGHT.

LILLY: WELL, I BEG TO DIFFER.

VICTORIA: OOH, AND SHE GOES TO BAT FOR HIM.

LILLY: FOR HIM I WILL.

HE IS A WONDERFUL MAN.

ONE THAT I DON'’T DESERVE.

VICTORIA: SO, YOU CHEAT.

LILLY: NO. VICTORIA: YOU'’RE LYING.

LILLY: I DO NOT. VICTORIA: OH, DARLING.

IF YOU'’RE GOING TO BE IN POLITICS,

YOU HAD BETTER START LYING BETTER.

LILLY: I AM NOT LYING.

VICTORIA: AND IF YOU'’RE GOING TO CONVINCE

YOUR HUSBAND THAT YOU'’RE NOT LYING,

THEN YOU HAD BETTER WORK ON HOLDING A POKER FACE

OR EXERCISING YOUR THROAT.

LILLY: MA'’AM, I'’M-- VICTORIA: NO.

I'’M DONE TALKING TO YOU.

WOMAN: THANK YOU. SHARON: ALL RIGHT. HAVE A GOOD DAY.

MAN: AND HERE YOU GO.

SHARON: WHAT'’S THAT?

MAN: IT'’S LUNCH.

SHARON: I'’M GOOD.

MAN: SEE, NOW, COME ON, IT'’S YOUR FAVORITE.

IT'’S--IT'’S FROM THAT VEGAN PLACE, LIKE, 40 MINUTES AWAY.

SHARON: KAREEM...

KAREEM: I'’M TRYING TO MAKE PEACE.

SHARON: THANK YOU.

KAREEM: AND I'’M SORRY ABOUT EARLIER.

I SHOULDN'’T HAVE GOTTEN INTO YOUR BUSINESS.

SHARON: I'’M-I'’M SORRY, TOO.

KAREEM: YOU SURE YOU'’RE OK?

SHARON: YEAH, JUST...

THERE'’S JUST A LOT GOING ON RIGHT NOW,

BUT I'’M--I'’M OK.

KAREEM: OK.

SHARON: THIS IS REALLY SWEET. THANK YOU.

KAREEM: YEAH. HEY,

YOU KNOW YOU CAN ALWAYS TALK TO ME

IF YOU EVER NEED TO GET SOMETHING OFF YOUR CHEST.

SHARON: I APPRECIATE THAT.

KAREEM: I MEAN IT.

SHARON: OK.

UM, WELL, HMM.

YOU MIGHT WANT TO MEAN IT WITH HER.

WOMAN: HEY, BABY.

KAREEM: HEY, BABY!

OH, THANK YOU.

WOMAN: BROUGHT YOU LUNCH. KAREEM: THANK YOU. MM.

SWEETHEART, THANK YOU. YOU SHOULDN'’T HAVE.

WOMAN: HOW ARE YOU?

KAREEM: I'’M GOOD.

WOMAN: GOOD. KAREEM: YOU SEE SHARON?

WOMAN: YEAH, I SEE HER.

HI, SHARON.

SHARON: HEY.

WOMAN: I SAW BARRY THE OTHER DAY.

ARE YOU TWO GOOD?

SHARON: YEAH. HE'’S GOOD.

WOMAN: BABY, CAN WE PUT THESE FLYERS UP?

KAREEM: HUH? OH.

WOMAN: WE'’RE HAVING A VIGIL FOR THE POOR MAN

WHO GOT SHOT IN HIS HOUSE.

KAREEM: YEAH, YEAH. OF COURSE.

WOMAN: OK. THANKS.

KAREEM: OF COURSE. LOVE YOU.

WOMAN: LOVE YOU, TOO.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

SAM: HEY.

PRISCILLA: HEY. SAM: HEY.

PRISCILLA: HAVE YOU HEARD?

SAM: OH. ABOUT THE TASING?

PRISCILLA: YES.

SAM: YEAH.

PRISCILLA: I FEEL BAD FOR THESE KIDS.

SAM: DO YOU?

PRISCILLA: IN A WEIRD WAY, YEAH.

SAM: WELL, BABY. I DON'’T KNOW.

PRISCILLA: LOOK, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO

ABOUT RICHARD'’S JOB?

SAM: AH, YEAH.

UM, I'’M TALKING TO THE CHIEF OF STAFF

TO HELP HIM GET HIS JOB BACK.

PRISCILLA: OK.

I DON'’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT THIS.

SAM: YEAH. I KNOW.

PRISCILLA: LOOK, BABE.

I SAW THE FIRST DAUGHTER TAKING SELFIES.

SAM: WHAT?

PRISCILLA: NAKED ONES.

SAM: WHAT THE HELL?

PRISCILLA: SHE'’S OUT OF CONTROL, SAM.

SAM: OK. OK.

PRISCILLA: OH, AND THE SON?

I NEED YOU TO WATCH HIM AROUND JEAN.

SAM: I DIDN'’T SEE ANYTHING WHEN I...

PRISCILLA: I KNOW YOU DIDN'’T SEE ANYTHING WHEN YOU WENT UP THERE,

BUT I NEED YOU TO WATCH HIM.

SAM: I DON'’T LIKE ANY OF THESE PEOPLE.

PRISCILLA: YOU?

ALL RIGHT, WELL, I'’LL SEE YOU AT HOME.

SAM: OK. PRISCILLA: I'’M GONNA STOP BY

AND CHECK ON RICHARD AND NANCY.

SAM: OH, WELL, DON'’T TELL HER.

I DON'’T THINK SHE KNOWS.

PRISCILLA: I WON'’T. I WON'’T TELL HER.

SAM: OK. I LOVE YOU.

PRISCILLA: LOVE YOU, TOO. SAM: ALL RIGHT.

PRISCILLA: BYE. [KISS]

SAM: MAY I HELP YOU, SIR?

JASON: IS THIS WHERE ALL THE STAFF COMES IN AND OUT?

SAM: YES. YES, IT IS.

PRISCILLA: IF YOU LIKE, WE CAN ARRANGE A TOUR.

JASON: NO, I--I PREFER EXPLORING ON MY OWN.

PRISCILLA: YES, SIR.

JASON: OH, WHERE DO THE FULL-TIME MAIDS LIVE?

PRISCILLA: THEY LIVE WITH THE BUTLERS.

JASON: COED? PRISCILLA: YES.

THEY ALL LIVE IN THE SAME DORM.

JASON: OH, OK. I SEE.

SAM: IS THERE ANYTHING YOU NEED, SIR?

JASON: NO, THANKS.

SAM: YOU KNOW HE'’S GONNA KNOW YOU LIED TO HIM.

PRISCILLA: AND I DON'’T CARE.

YOU WATCH THAT SNEAKY, LITTLE SON OF A BITCH.

SAM: FOR SURE.

PRISCILLA: I'’LL SEE YOU LATER. [KISS]

SAM: LOVE YOU. PRISCILLA: LATER.

NANCY: OK.

THAT'’S THERE.

...THIS.

OK. OOH.

[REFRIGERATOR DOOR CLOSES]

WOMAN: SHE WAS STABBED TO DEATH.

SHE HAD A 7-INCH KITCHEN KNIFE

BURIED IN HER CHEST.

NANCY: LORD JESUS.

NO.

WOMAN: NEXT ON "THE OVAL"...

NANCY: HOW FAR DO YOU THINK YOU WOULD GO FOR THAT BABY?

RICHARD: ALL THE WAY. VICTORIA: DON'’T YOU JUST LOVE

HOW THEY LOVE EACH OTHER, HONEY?

HUNTER: I REALLY DO.

KAREEM: YOU'’RE NOT HAPPY WITH HIM.

WHAT'’S HE DOING TO MAKE YOU LIKE THIS?

SHARON: I DON'’T EVEN UNDERSTAND WHY WE'’RE HAVING

THIS EXCHANGE RIGHT NOW.

KAREEM: BECAUSE I STILL LOVE YOU, SHARON.

KYLE: I JUST WANT TO DO MY JOB.

DONALD: OK, THEN DO IT WITH A CABINET MEMBER.

KYLE: I WANT YOU.

JASON: WHAT WOULD YOU GIVE ME IF I COULD GET YOU OUT OF HERE?

GAYLE: YOU CAN'’T. JASON: I CAN.

HUNTER: AMERICA. YEAH, THEY HATE YOU.

THEY THINK YOU'’RE COLD AND SNOTTY AND A BRAT,

BUT MOSTLY JUST A STRAIGHT-UP BITCH.