Original subtitles

POLICE WERE ASKING BARRY A LOT OF QUESTIONS.

- PREVIOUSLY ON "THE OVAL"... - I THINK THEY THINK HE MIGHT

HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT. RICHARD: OH, NO.

JASON: I'’VE BEEN READING ABOUT THIS PLACE, AND THERE ARE SECRET PASSAGES.

- WE CANNOT GET OUT OF HERE. - YES, WE CAN.

YOU DO IT, AND I WILL TELL THE PRESS CORPS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED--UGH!

VICTORIA: I REALLY LIKE THIS. WHERE'’S YOUR DRESSING ROOM, DEAR?

[BOTH GRUNT]

HUNTER: DID YOU SEE HER THREAT ASSESSMENT?

DONALD: NO, SIR, SHE IS NOT.

HUNTER: WHY DON'’T YOU GIVE IT TO ME, DON? I'’LL SHOW IT TO HER.

KAREEM: YOU KNOW, YOU CAN ALWAYS TALK TO ME

IF YOU EVER NEED TO GET SOMETHING OFF YOUR CHEST.

SHARON: I APPRECIATE THAT.

KAREEM: OH, HEY, HEY.

- I'’M GOOD, I'’M GOOD. - YOU OK?

SHARON: YEAH, YEAH. I JUST LOST MY BALANCE.

[SIGHS]

KAREEM: ALL RIGHT, WELL, LET'’S TAKE A BREAK.

SHARON: I'’M FINE, OK?

KAREEM: SHARON, COME ON. WHAT'’S WITH THIS ATTITUDE?

SHARON: I'’M NOT GIVING YOU ATTITUDE.

KAREEM: I'’M NOT HIM.

SHARON: YOU KNOW WHAT? GO TO HELL.

KAREEM: YOU SHOULD SAVE THAT HOSTILITY FOR YOUR BOYFRIEND.

SHARON: OK, BASTARD.

- MORE MISPLACED ANGER. - SO YOU WANT TO PLAY?

KAREEM: YEAH, AFTER I JUST BOUGHT YOU LUNCH?

SHARON: LISTEN, YOU DON'’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT US, OK? NOTHING.

KAREEM: OK, OK. SHARON, I'’M SORRY.

LOOK, I'’M YOUR FRIEND. I'’M--I'’M YOUR FRIEND.

- FRIEND? - SINCE DAY ONE. LOOK, I'’M ON YOUR SIDE.

SHARON: YOU JUST WANT TO SLEEP WITH ME.

- AND... - KAREEM!

KAREEM: JUST "AND," LIKE IT'’S "AND I'’M YOUR FRIEND."

I'’M--I'’M A MAN, SHARON.

SHARON: WHO HAS A WOMAN WHO JUST LEFT OUT OF HERE.

KAREEM: AND YOU GOT A MAN DRIVING YOU CRAZY. YOU'’RE FALLING ALL OVER THE PLACE.

SHARON: OK, REAL CUTE.

[SCOFFS] MM-MMM.

KAREEM: YOU THINK I DON'’T SEE IT EVERY DAY YOU COME IN HERE?

YOU'’RE NOT HAPPY. YOU'’RE NOT HAPPY WITH HIM.

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

- KAREEM-- - NO, BEFORE YOU CUSS ME OUT, I KNOW YOU.

I KNOW WHEN YOU'’RE HAPPY, AND I KNOW THAT YOU HAD SUCH A LIGHT

BEFORE YOU MET HIM, AND HE'’S ROBBED YOU OF IT. HE'’S TAKEN IT.

- YOU DON'’T KNOW WHAT YOU'’RE TALKING ABOUT. - SHARON, NO.

I KNOW THAT YOU LOVE HARD... ALL RIGHT? LIKE YOU LOVED ME.

BUT I WAS STUPID AS HELL.

SHARON: I'’M GLAD YOU KNOW THAT.

KAREEM: YEAH, BUT IF I KNEW THEN WHAT I KNOW NOW...

SHARON: IT'’S TOO LATE.

KAREEM: IS IT?

SHARON: WILL YOU STOP? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP.

KAREEM: I'’M A BETTER MAN THAN I WAS, SHARON.

SHARON: LOOK, MAN, YOU HAVE MICHELLE, RIGHT?

OK? SO WILL YOU JUST DROP ALL THIS?

I DON'’T EVEN UNDERSTAND WHY WE'’RE HAVING THIS EXCHANGE RIGHT NOW.

KAREEM: IT'’S BECAUSE I STILL LOVE YOU, SHARON.

SHARON: [SIGHS] LOOK...

BARRY IS NOT PERFECT,

AND I KNOW THAT, AND WE HAVE OUR ISSUES, YES,

BUT WE WILL FIGURE IT OUT, ALL RIGHT?

BARRY.

MAN: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... [ECHOES]

♪ FEELS LIKE I'’M RUNNIN'’ 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 ♪

BARRY: YOU WERE TALKING TO THIS CLOWN ABOUT ME?

NO, NO.

BARRY: I HEARD YOU. DON'’T LIE.

SHARON: LOOK, I WAS JUST TRYING TO TELL HIM--

- TELL HIM WHAT? - THAT...

[SIGHS] I JUST WAS TELLING HIM--

KAREEM: HEY, MAN, WHAT'’S UP, BARRY?

ARE YOU HERE TALKING TO THIS CLOWN ABOUT ME?

YOU GONNA TELL ME THE TRUTH OR NOT?

SHARON: NO, I WASN'’T, OK?

KAREEM: WE WEREN'’T TALKING ABOUT YOU.

- I HEARD YOU. - WELL, YOU SHOULD GET YOUR HEARING CHECKED,

AND THERE'’S A FREE CLINIC, IF MONEY'’S TIGHT--

- FREE CLINIC? SHUT THE HELL UP! - BABE.

DON'’T "BABE" ME.

WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO THIS CLOWN-ASS NEGRO ABOUT ME?

- HONEY, IT WAS NOTHING. - SHE WAS DEFENDING YOU, MAN.

DID I ASK YOU A DAMN THING?!

ALL RIGHT, YOU'’RE GETTING A LITTLE HOSTILE, SO I NEED YOU TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW.

- MAKE ME! - SHARON, PLEASE GET HIM OUT OF HERE.

- YOU GET ME OUT OF HERE! - BARRY, STOP IT, OK?

WOMAN: SHOULD I CALL THE POLICE?

KAREEM: YES, YES, MISS. PLEASE CALL THE POLICE.

SHARON: NO, WE'’RE FINE. WE'’RE FINE.

- PLEASE, JUST LEAVE. - WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ME, SHARON?

- IT WAS NOTHING! - THEN WHY DIDN'’T IT SOUND LIKE NOTHING?

KAREEM: IT WAS NOTHING '’CAUSE WE WERE TALKING ABOUT YOU.

BARRY: YOU WANT TO SAY SOMETHING ELSE?!

- SHARON, PLEASE-- - SHUT THE HELL UP!

- PLEASE GET YOUR MAN, SHARON. - HONEY, ALL RIGHT, STOP.

I'’M AT WORK. KAREEM: NOT ANYMORE.

I DIDN'’T WANT YOU IN THIS DAMN JOB ANYWAY.

SHE QUITS! SHARON: NO, I DON'’T.

BARRY: YES, YES! YOU DO! YOU ARE COMING HOME!

- NO, I'’M NOT LEAVING WITH YOU. - SHARON, YOU ARE COMING NOW!

SHARON: I'’M NOT COMING WITH YOU. STOP--

NO! YOU GET OFF OF ME! STOP!

BARRY: SHARON, I'’M GETTING US OUT OF HERE!

- BARRY, LET GO! - GET OFF OF ME!

STOP! YOU'’RE HURTING MY ARM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

SHARON: STOP IT!

STOP! STOP!

STOP IT NOW! STOP! BARRY--

- ARE YOU OK? - GET OUTTA HERE, YO!

COME ON.

KAREEM: MAN, YOU DID THAT!

BARRY: SHUT THE HELL UP!

I HAD IT WITH YOU!

I'’LL BEAT YOUR ASS AGAIN! MOVE!

SHARON, LET'’S GO!

- NO! - LET'’S GO!

SHARON: NO! I'’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE WITH YOU!

BARRY: SHARON, I'’M TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW, LET'’S GO!

- NO. - I'’M TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW,

WE ARE GOING HOME.

SHARON: OR WHAT?

DON'’T YOU DARE GIVE ME NO DAMN ULTIMATUM,

ALL RIGHT?

BARRY: IF YOU DON'’T COME HOME WITH ME NOW,

DO NOT COME HOME AT ALL.

SHARON: YOU REALLY WANT TO DO THIS?

BARRY: YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID.

SHARON: I'’M NOT GOING.

KAREEM: [SIGHS] LOOK AT MY DAMN STORE.

GET OUT. [DOOR CLOSES]

YOU FEELING BETTER?

GAYLE: JASON, GET OUT OF MY ROOM.

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

GAYLE: OK, YOU CAN'’T.

I CAN.

GAYLE: JASON, GET OUT OF MY ROOM.

JASON: YOU SURE?

GAYLE: IF I WASN'’T SURE, I WOULDN'’T HAVE SAID IT.

OK.

YOUR LOSS.

GAYLE: BYE!

I MEAN, I JUST FOUND A WAY OUT

WHERE NO ONE WOULD KNOW YOU WERE GONE.

GAYLE: THEY'’RE WATCHING US LIKE LAB RATS.

JASON: YEAH...THEY ARE.

GAYLE: SO WE CAN'’T GO ANYWHERE.

JASON: LOOK, I CAN TELL YOU,

BUT, UH...IT'’S GONNA COST YOU.

[GAYLE SIGHS]

BYE, JASON.

JASON: LOOK, WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO OFFER?

GAYLE: WHATEVER I HAVE DOESN'’T MATTER BECAUSE

I'’M NOT PAYING YOU BECAUSE YOU CAN'’T GET ME OUT OF HERE.

JASON: OK, LOOK, THEY THINK THEY'’RE SO SMART AND SUCH TOUGH GUYS.

HOW CRAZY WOULD IT BE TO BE ABLE TO SNEAK OUTTA HERE?

GAYLE: BYE, CREEP.

COME ON.

DON'’T YOU WANT TO SHOW THEM THAT WE'’RE BETTER?

GAYLE: THEN YOU GO, JASON.

I DON'’T HAVE ANYWHERE I WANT TO GO,

BUT YOU DO.

LOOK, UM,

I SAW HIS PAGE.

I KNOW HE'’S WITH HER.

IF YOU DO EXACTLY WHAT I SAY,

NO ONE WILL KNOW.

ALL WE NEED IS FOR MOM AND DAD

TO HAVE ONE OF THOSE EPIC FIGHTS, RIGHT?

THAT'’S THE DISTRACTION WE NEED TO GET YOU OUT OF HERE.

JASON: COME ON. I'’LL SHOW YOU.

YOU CAN SEE PICKY.

GAYLE: FINE.

PRISCILLA: HEY.

RICHARD: [GRUNTS] HEY.

PRISCILLA: HOW ARE YOU?

RICHARD: OH, UH, I'’M FINE.

PRISCILLA: THIS WILL BE ALL RIGHT.

RICHARD: YEAH. HMM. OK.

PRISCILLA: I WANT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING.

RICHARD: IS THIS ABOUT MY JOB?

PRISCILLA: NO, BUT IT MAY MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER.

RICHARD: WHAT'’S THAT?

PRISCILLA: THE FIRST LADY TASED THAT GIRL.

RICHARD: WHAT?

PRISCILLA: IT'’S THE CRAZIEST SHIT I'’VE EVER SEEN.

RICHARD, CHUCKLING: WAIT, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?

PRISCILLA: THAT GIRL WAS TRYING TO LEAVE THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR

AND THE FIRST LADY TASED HER ASS.

- WHAT? - YES, I'’M TELLING YOU.

RICHARD: OH, GEEZ.

PRISCILLA: I MEAN, I FELT BAD FOR HER, BUT...

THAT'’S WHAT HER LYING ASS GETS.

RICHARD: YEAH.

I DON'’T KNOW.

PRISCILLA: WHAT?

RICHARD: I DON'’T KNOW IF I WANT TO GO BACK IN THAT PLACE.

- YES, YOU DO. - PRISCILLA, I'’M SERIOUS.

PRISCILLA: DON'’T LET THESE PEOPLE STOP YOU FROM DOING WHAT YOU LOVE.

I'’M NOT GONNA LET '’EM DO IT, AND I DON'’T WANT YOU TO, EITHER.

- BUT-- - NO, NO. NO BUTS.

NO BUTS. THERE WERE PLENTY OF FOLKS THAT WE DIDN'’T LIKE

IN THE WHITE HOUSE, BUT WE MADE IT THROUGH.

- WITH EACH OTHER. - RIGHT.

PRISCILLA: SO WE NEED YOU.

RICHARD: WHY DON'’T YOU TELL THAT TO THEM?

PRISCILLA: OH, DON'’T WORRY, I WILL,

AS SOON AS I GET A CHANCE.

I GOT YOU.

- YEAH. - ALL RIGHT?

- OK. - IS NANCY IN THE HOUSE?

- YES. - ALL RIGHT.

RICHARD: HEY, HEY... DON'’T TELL HER NOTHING.

PRISCILLA: RICHARD, SHE DOESN'’T KNOW?

RICHARD: LOOK, I WILL TELL HER. YOU DON'’T.

PRISCILLA: OK. [SIGHS]

ALL RIGHT.

[SCRUBBING]

PRISCILLA: HEY.

- OH, HEY. - HEY.

PRISCILLA: HOW ARE YOU?

NANCY: [SIGHS] I'’M GOOD.

PRISCILLA: SAM TOLD ME ABOUT CALLIE.

NANCY: DID HE TELL YOU IT WAS ALL MY FAULT?

PRISCILLA: DON'’T DO THAT.

DON'’T BLAME YOURSELF.

THAT GIRL IS TROUBLE.

NANCY: YEAH, WELL...

SHE'’S DEAD.

MM-HMM.

- WHAT? - YEAH.

PRISCILLA: NANCY.

NANCY: THEY FOUND HER NAKED AND STABBED TO DEATH.

PRISCILLA: OH, LORD. I'’M SO SORRY.

NANCY: OH...I AM, TOO.

PRISCILLA: MY GOD.

- SO-- - BUT WAIT, WAIT.

BUT WHAT DOES THAT MEAN FOR CALLIE?

NANCY: WELL, WE-- WE DON'’T KNOW. HMM.

- MY GOD. - YEAH.

- WELL, SAM IS GONNA HELP. - IS HE?

PRISCILLA: MM-HMM. HE'’S CALLING IN SOME FAVORS.

NANCY: WELL, YOU KNOW, SHE'’S A PART OF THAT CULT.

PRISCILLA: LORD, THAT GIRL.

NANCY: YEAH, AIN'’T NO HELP FOR HER NOW.

CILLA...

PRISCILLA: YEAH?

- LET ME ASK YOU SOMETHING. - HMM?

WHY IS RICHARD HERE?

PRISCILLA: HE TOOK A DAY OFF.

NANCY: SO YOU'’RE JUST GONNA LIE TO ME, TOO?

- WELL-- - WE NEVER DID THAT.

HE NEEDS TO TELL YOU, HONEY.

NANCY: WHAT'’S GOING ON?

PRISCILLA: I'’M SORRY. HE NEEDS TO TELL YOU.

NANCY: [SIGHS] SO YOU ALL JUST GONNA KEEP ME IN THE DARK?

RICHARD: NO, WE'’RE NOT TRYING TO DO THAT.

NANCY: WELL, WHAT'’S GOING ON?

RICHARD: I GOT FIRED.

- WHAT? WHY? - LOOK, BABY, YOU NEED TO STAY CALM.

NO! TELL ME!

RICHARD: THE PRESIDENT'’S DAUGHTER SAID

THAT BARRY RAPED HER.

NANCY: WHAT ARE YOU TELLING ME?

- IT'’S NOT TRUE. - I KNOW! I KNOW IT'’S NOT TRUE!

WELL, WHAT ARE THEY SAYING ABOUT MY SON?!

PRISCILLA: OK, SAM'’S GONNA GET THE PROOF THAT IT'’S NOT TRUE,

AND HE'’S GOING TO GIVE IT TO THEM, AND RICHARD IS GOING TO GET HIS JOB BACK.

NANCY: THIS AIN'’T MAKING NO SENSE.

PRISCILLA: OK, WE GOT IT, NANCY.

NANCY: RICHARD, YOU GOT TO-- YOU GOT TO DO SOMETHING, HONEY.

RICHARD: BABY, LOOK, WE ARE GONNA HANDLE THIS.

- MM-HMM. - GOD.

I--I JUST GOT TO GO AND PRAY. OH! THIS IS OUT OF HAND!

- TRUST ME-- - THIS IS JUST OUT OF HAND!

RICHARD: JESUS.

I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL HER!

- YOU TOLD HER. - BUT YOU SEE HOW UPSET SHE GETS!

PRISCILLA: I KNOW.

I'’M SO SORRY.

IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE I CAN DO?

[RICHARD SIGHS]

NO, UH, I'’LL CALL YOU.

PRISCILLA: OK.

[RICHARD SIGHS]

[DOOR OPENS]

OH, UH... [DOOR CLOSES]

I'’M SORRY. DID I SCARE YOU?

[SCOFFS] NO, SIR.

JASON: WHEN DO YOU GET SOME TIME OFF?

JEAN: SOON.

I MEAN, YOU'’VE BEEN HERE, LIKE, A LOT.

- I DON'’T MIND, SIR. - IS THAT YOUR LITTLE GRAY CAR?

JEAN: SIR?

IN THE STAFF PARKING LOT.

UH, THERE ARE SEVERAL.

THE ONE WITH THE CAL STATE STICKER.

YES. HOW'’D YOU KNOW THAT?

BINOCULARS.

I CAN SEE THE PARKING LOT FROM THE ROOF.

YOU'’VE BEEN ON THE ROOF?

YEP.

OK. WELL, BE CAREFUL.

JASON: YEAH, I WILL.

JEAN: GREAT.

JEAN?

SIR?

YOU GONNA SHOW ME AROUND?

ACTUALLY, I SPOKE TO THE LEAD USHER, AND SHE IS MORE THAN HAPPY TO--

I SAID THAT I DON'’T WANT HER.

I'’M AFRAID I CAN'’T, SIR.

JASON: OK.

OH, I UNDERSTAND.

THANK YOU, SIR.

JASON: JEAN?

JEAN: YES, SIR?

JASON: WHAT TIME DID YOU SAY YOU WERE OFF?

I DIDN'’T.

YOU DON'’T KNOW WHEN?

NO, SIR.

OK.

HEY...THANK YOU.

JEAN: YOU'’RE WELCOME, SIR.

GOOD DAY.

[DISTANT HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING]

PICKY: WHAT'’S WITH YOU, BRUH?

- WHAT'’S UP, DAWG? - HOW YOU DOING, MAN?

- GOOD. HOW YOU DOING? - GOOD, MAN, GOOD.

MAN, YOU LOOKING STRUNG-OUT.

BARRY: YEAH, I JUST BEAT THAT BITCH KAREEM'’S ASS.

- WHAT? - YEAH.

- WHERE? - AT HIS PHARMACY.

- YOU MEAN HIS STASH SPOT. - WHAT YOU TALKIN'’ ABOUT?

PICKY: CUZ, YOU-- YOU DIDN'’T KNOW? MAN, THAT'’S---

- KNOW WHAT? - OH, THAT'’S A FRONT.

BARRY: A FRONT FOR WHAT?

PICKY: DAWG,

YOU'’RE SOUNDING MORE DOPE THAN ME.

BARRY: BUT HE WENT TO--

PICKY: YEAH, YEAH, YEAH. HE LYING, BRUH.

HE WENT TO SCHOOL, BUT I'’M TELLING YOU, HE AIN'’T LEGIT.

- WHO ELSE KNOW THIS? - EVERYBODY.

- I AIN'’T KNOW. - HEH! IT'’S NOT--LOOK, I'’M--I'’M TELLING YOU.

IN FACT, TODAY HE HAD A BIG ONE COME IN FROM NEW YORK, MAN, AND HE HAD ALL HANDS ON DECK.

BARRY: WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT. SHARON SAID THAT SHE COULDN'’T TAKE OFF WORK TODAY.

SHE SAID SHE HAD TO BE AT WORK. THAT'’S WHY SHE COULDN'’T GO TO THE POLICE STATION WITH ME.

PICKY: YEAH, YEAH.

BARRY: "YEAH, YEAH"? YOU THINK SHE IN ON IT?

- COME ON, MAN, YOU-- - PICK, YOU THINK SHE IN ON IT?

PICKY: SHE BE DOIN'’ THE CUTTIN'’, BRUH.

BARRY: SHE DO THE CUTTIN'’?! PICKY, WHY DIDN'’T--WHY DIDN'’T ALL YOU AIN'’T TELL ME THIS?

- BECAUSE YOU WAS IN LOVE, CUZZO! - I WASN'’T THAT IN LOVE!

DAMN, MAN!

DAMN, I'’M DONE WITH HER ASS, MAN! FOR REAL?

- LIKE THAT? YOU JUST DONE? - YES, LIKE THAT!

I TOLD HER ASS, IF SHE AIN'’T QUIT TODAY, IT WAS OVER,

AND NOW I KNOW WHY SHE DIDN'’T QUIT.

SHIT.

I'’M ABOUT TO GO HOME AND PACK HER SHIT UP RIGHT NOW, MAN.

- HEH HEH! - YOU LAUGHING.

HEY, YO, LET ME KNOW, UM...LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU FIND GUNTER.

ALL RIGHT, HE'’LL KNOW WHERE MY DAUGHTER IS.

PICKY: UH, HE LOCKED UP, BRUH.

BARRY: HE LOCKED UP, RUTH IS DEAD.

- WHAT? - YEAH, SHE'’S DEAD.

PICKY: WAIT. WHAT, CUZ?

BARRY: SOMEBODY KILLED RUTH.

PICKY: I TOLD YOU THAT GUN HAD HEAT ON IT, CUZ!

BARRY: MAN, COME ON, PICKY! SHE WAS STABBED TO DEATH.

I AIN'’T DO NOTHIN'’ TO THAT GIRL.

PICKY: ARE YOU SURE?

BARRY: I'’M--YES, I'’M SURE, PICKY.

PICKY: BRUH, YOU WAS MAD AS HELL LAST NIGHT.

BARRY: PICK, STOP PLAYING WITH ME, DAWG.

PICKY: I'’M JUST SAYIN'’, MAN.

BARRY: LOOK, BRUH, I JUST...

I JUST NEED TO FIND MY DAUGHTER.

PICKY: YEAH, LOOK, CUZ, JUST...

COOL THAT DOWN JUST A LITTLE BIT, A'’IGHT?

BARRY: YEAH. ALL RIGHT. ALL RIGHT.

PICKY: ALL RIGHT, BRUH. KEEP COOL, CUZ.

[BARRY SCOFFS]

DONALD: SO, WITH THE EPA DOING THE INVESTIGATION,

WE RUN THE RISK OF NOT GETTING THE BILL PUSHED THROUGH IN TIME--

HUNTER: OH, LET SOMEONE ELSE DO IT.

[SIGHS]

DONALD: I DON'’T THINK THAT'’D BE WISE, SIR.

WHO HAS THE LAST WORD ON THIS?

YOU DO, SIR.

AND I THINK I JUST GAVE IT TO YOU, HMM?

SO, COULD WE TALK ABOUT THE THEATER HERE?

I MEAN, THIS IS THE WHITE HOUSE. HOW DO WE GET A BETTER THEATER?

[KNOCK ON DOOR] ANGELA: MR. PRESIDENT?

- WHAT IS IT? - THE FIRST LADY.

HUNTER: SHE HAD YOU ANNOUNCE HER?

ANGELA: YES, SIR.

WHAT IS SHE UP TO?

DONALD: MAYBE FOLLOWING PROTOCOL, SIR.

HUNTER: PROTOCOL. HAVE YOU MET HER?

DONALD: HMM.

- HELLO, LOVE. - DARLING.

AH. AHEM.

VICTORIA: DONALD,

THIS WOMAN IS NOT ONLY CUTE, BUT SHE'’S A DREAM.

DONALD: [KISS] HOW ARE YOU?

- THANK YOU, ANGELA. YOU MAY GO. - HI.

VICTORIA: DON'’T YOU JUST LOVE HOW THEY LOVE EACH OTHER, HONEY?

HUNTER: I REALLY DO.

DONALD: OH, STOP.

HUNTER: NO, GO ON.

VICTORIA: YES, REALLY. IT'’S BEAUTIFUL.

DONALD: SO, HOW WAS, UH, SHOPPING?

LILLY: IT WAS GREAT.

VICTORIA: EVERYTHING I WANTED IT TO BE.

LILLY, QUIETLY: YEAH.

DONALD: WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT? WE WILL LEAVE YOU TWO.

VICTORIA: WELL, IT WAS GREAT TO SEE YOU, LILLY,

AND THANK YOU.

LILLY: CERTAINLY.

DONALD: HEY, I'’LL SEE YOU IN A MOMENT.

HUNTER: YOU BETCHA, DONALD.

[DONALD CHUCKLES]

[WHISPERS] I got it.

HUNTER: OK, WHAT ARE YOU UP TO?

VICTORIA: WHATEVER DO YOU MEAN?

HUNTER: SHOPPING?

VICTORIA: OH, I WENT TO THAT WHORE'’S STORE.

HUNTER: WHAT WHORE?

VICTORIA: THE ONE YOU HAD HERE IN THE OVAL LAST NIGHT.

- VICTORIA. - WHAT?

- WHAT DID YOU DO? - I JUST--

I JUST BEAT HER ASS LIKE THE COCKROACH SHE IS.

YOU WANT TO TRY TO CALL HER?

HUNTER: I HAVE.

VICTORIA: AND?

HUNTER: SHE'’S NOT CALLING ME BACK.

VICTORIA: OH...SURPRISED.

I THOUGHT IT WOULD AT LEAST TAKE TWO VISITS.

HUNTER: THINK YOU'’RE CUTE, DON'’T YOU?

VICTORIA: I'’M PROTECTING WHAT'’S MINE.

HUNTER: [SNICKERS] DO YOU THINK I'’M YOURS?

VICTORIA: I'’M NOT TALKING ABOUT YOU.

DON'’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU.

I'’M TALKING ABOUT THIS OVAL.

- HOLD YOUR HEAD BACK. - I'’M FINE.

- JUST STOP. - I'’M FINE. SHARON, I'’M FINE, OK?

SHARON: I'’M REALLY SORRY. I AM, OK? I'’M REALLY SORRY.

KAREEM: LOOK AT MY DAMN STORE.

SHARON: I'’M SORRY.

I CAN--I CAN CLEAN UP SOMETHING. CAN I HELP?

- NO, NO. NO, STOP. - PLEASE?

- SHARON, JUST STOP, OK? - OK.

I'’M REALLY SORRY. [DOOR OPENS]

KAREEM: HEY, WE'’RE CLOSED FOR A MINUTE.

OFFICER: D.C. CITY. SOMEBODY CALL THE POLICE?

- YEAH. - OK. WHAT HAPPENED?

KAREEM: I GOT ASSAULTED IS WHAT HAPPENED.

- DO YOU KNOW WHO IT WAS? - I DO.

IT WAS HER BOYFRIEND. TELL HIM, SHARON.

SHARON: KAREEM, CAN I TALK TO YOU FOR A MINUTE?

KAREEM: I'’M STANDING RIGHT HERE. I'’M NOT GOING NOWHERE.

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SAY?

SHARON: JUST LISTEN.

KAREEM: YOU WANT TO PROTECT HIM?

SHARON: LOOK, HIS DAUGHTER HAS BEEN MISSING, AND HE'’S JUST REALLY MAD RIGHT NOW, SO--

OFFICER: I'’M SORRY. DID YOU JUST SAY HIS DAUGHTER'’S MISSING?

IS IT BARTHOLOMEW HALLSEN?

KAREEM: [SCOFFS] BARTHOLOMEW. YEAH, THAT'’S HIM.

OFFICER: OK. WE'’RE GONNA PICK HIM UP ANYWAY.

- OK, GOOD. - WHAT? WHY?

OFFICER: DO YOU HAVE ANY SURVEILLANCE TAPE?

KAREEM: YEAH, I DO. IT'’S IN THE BACK. COME ON.

SHARON: WAIT. WHY? YOU SAID YOU'’RE PICKING HIM UP. FOR WHAT?

OFFICER: MA'’AM, YOU DON'’T WORRY ABOUT THAT. THAT'’S MY JOB. SHOW ME THE TAPES.

SHARON: THIS IS CRAZY.

[SIGHS] GOD.

[LINE RINGS]

[BEEP] MISS NANCY, IT'’S SHARON.

PLEASE GIVE ME A CALL BACK, OK?

DONALD: SO HOW WAS IT, REALLY?

LILLY: STRANGE.

HOW SO?

SHE'’S JUST...STRANGE,

THAT'’S ALL.

SO DID YOU GET ANY INFO ON THE INTRUDER?

DONALD: YOU KNOW WHAT? I WAS JUST ABOUT TO LOOK AT IT.

CAN I?

DONALD: YEAH, IT'’S SOMEWHERE HERE ON MY DESK,

BUT...WHY?

LILLY: WELL, DONALD, I SHOT A MAN.

I JUST WANT TO KNOW.

DONALD: WELL, HE'’S A FORMER ARMY RANGER.

HE DID 4 TOURS.

HE HAS NO WIFE, NO KIDS.

HE LIVED IN A HALFWAY HOUSE IN VIRGINIA. GO FIGURE.

[SCOFFS] HE'’S GOT A CDL LICENSE.

THAT'’S ALL WE KNOW FOR NOW, BUT I'’M SURE WE'’LL KNOW MORE IN A FEW HOURS.

IS HE OK?

DONALD: DO YOU KNOW WHAT? I REALLY DON'’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS AGAIN.

OK.

DONALD: WAIT. YOU DIDN'’T TELL HER ABOUT THIS, DID YOU?

NO.

DONALD: SO WHAT'’D YOU TALK ABOUT?

LILLY: HER.

SHE LIKES TO TALK ABOUT HERSELF.

DONALD: YEAH, SO DOES HE.

LILLY: YEAH.

WELL, I'’LL SEE YOU AT HOME.

DONALD: OK.

[SNIFFS] HEY.

- MM-HMM? - LET THIS GO.

LILLY: OK. [KISS]

-[SIGHS] - THANKS, HONEY.

LILLY: KYLE.

- HELLO. - HI.

KYLE: I WAS JUST ON MY WAY TO SEE YOUR HUSBAND.

LILLY: OH, IS EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT?

KYLE: YES, EVERYTHING'’S FINE.

LILLY: GOOD.

KYLE: AND HOW ARE YOU? YOU DOING OK?

LILLY: WELL, TO BE HONEST,

I'’M VERY CONCERNED ABOUT THE INTRUDER FROM LAST NIGHT.

KYLE: I UNDERSTAND THAT. I CAN ONLY IMAGINE.

LILLY: CAN WE TALK?

KYLE: YEAH, OF COURSE, BUT NOT HERE.

I'’LL GIVE YOU A CALL IN A BIT.

- YES. - OK.

- THANK YOU. - YEAH.

ALL RIGHT.

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

COME IN.

SIR?

NO, NO, NO.

GET OUT. K--

I JUST WANT TO TALK TO YOU, SIR.

I JUST SAID LEAVE.

THIS IS ABOUT YOU REPLACING ME, SIR.

KYLE...

KYLE: I'’M VERY GOOD AT MY JOB.

DONALD: WE ARE NOT A FIT.

- WELL, I THINK WE'’RE A GREAT FIT. - KYLE.

SIR, YOU CAN'’T DO THIS.

- WHAT IS--WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? - I JUST WANT TO DO MY JOB.

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

I WANT YOU.

I WANT YOU.

ARE WE STILL TALKING ABOUT THE JOB?

[SNIFFS]

[WHISPERS] Donald.

KYLE, I HAVE TOLD YOU BEFORE, AND I'’M NOT GONNA SAY IT AGAIN,

ESPECIALLY NOT IN THIS PLACE.

- YES, SIR. - OK, NOW LEAVE MY OFFICE,

AND DO NOT COME BACK. YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?

YES, SIR.

DONALD: THANK YOU.

[SIGHS]

[SIGHS]

- HE'’S COMING. - OH.

[MOANS]

- MMM. - [CRYING] OUCH.

HUNTER: WHAT HAPPENED?

- MOM TASED ME. - WHAT?

- YEAH. - WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

SHE TASED ME!

HOW?

JASON: SHE TOOK THE TASER FROM THE SECRET SERVICE, AND SHE...

ZZZT! TASED HER.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

NO.

WHEN?

UH, THIS MORNING.

WHERE?

IN THE ENTRY HALLWAY.

DID ANYBODY SEE THIS?

[GRUNTS] SOME OF THE STAFF.

YEAH, IT WAS BAD, DAD.

- [WHIMPERS] - WHERE IS YOUR MOTHER?

IN YOUR ROOM.

[GAYLE SOBS]

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!

VICTORIA: I'’LL CALL YOU BACK.

[HANGS UP PHONE]

HAVE YOU?!

YES, THE DAY I MARRIED YOU.

DID YOU TASE GAYLE?

LIKE SHE WAS A BLACK MAN ON THE STREETS.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?

OH, REALLY?

YOU CARE?

OF COURSE I CARE.

- SINCE WHEN? - SHE'’S MY DAUGHTER!

YEAH, AND SHE'’S BEEN THAT FOR THE PAST 16 YEARS,

ONLY I HAVE BEEN THE ONLY ONE THAT'’S HAD TO PUT UP WITH IT.

- OH, DON'’T GIVE ME THAT. - OH, NO, I DAMN WELL WILL.

YOU DEAL WITH THE ATTITUDE AND THE TEENAGE BULLSHIT,

AND SEE IF YOU WON'’T TASE HER ASS YOURSELF. I'’M SICK OF IT!

WOW.

YOU REALLY ARE A COLD-HEARTED BITCH.

AND A DEADLY ONE. YOU WANT TO TRY ME?

NO, NO, NO, NO. THAT'’S--THAT'’S NOT WHAT I SAID.

BUT, UH, IT'’S TRUE. THAT'’S WHAT YOUR THREAT ASSESSMENT SAID.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

AMERICA. YEAH, THEY HATE YOU.

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

BUT MOSTLY...JUST A STRAIGHT-UP BITCH.

WAIT HERE.

READ IT FOR YOURSELF.

COME ON.

NO? OK.

THIS GUY WANTS TO RAPE YOU,

THIS GUY WANTS TO EAT YOUR SKIN,

AND THIS GUY WANTS TO FEED YOU YOUR OWN SKIN.

- OOH. - SOUNDS BETTER THAN ANYTHING YOU'’VE EVER DONE.

OH, I DON'’T KNOW. DENISE LOVED IT.

NOT ANYMORE.

GOOD LUCK WITH THAT.

COME ON. READ IT.

- HUNTER... - I WANT TO WATCH YOU READ IT.

- GET AWAY FROM ME. - READ IT.

VICTORIA: YOU GET THAT OUT OF MY FACE!

GET IT OUT OF MY FACE, HUNTER!

GET IT OUT OF MY FACE! [CRASH]

- [GRUNTING] - [SCREAMING]

GET OFF OF ME! GET OFF ME!

JASON: CHILL.

MAX: JASON, WHAT'’S GOING ON?

JASON: IT'’S MY MOM AND DAD.

[WHISPERS] Go.

[KNOCK ON DOOR] MAX: MA'’AM? SIR?

- HELP! - WE'’RE FINE!

VICTORIA: HE'’S HURTING ME!

- I SAID WE'’RE FINE! GO AWAY! - HE'’S HURTING ME!

- SIR, WE'’RE COMING IN! - GET OFF ME, HUNTER!

GET OFF! GET OFF ME!

- OW! - [SOBBING]

VICTORIA: OH!

GOD!

AAH--

- SIR! - SHE'’S FINE.

MAX: MA'’AM. SIR, SHE'’S OUT COLD.

YEAH, GOOD. SHE'’S INSANE.

TEND TO ME. SHE HIT ME WITH A VASE.

MAX: TAKE CARE OF HIM. MA'’AM?

- OW. - MA'’AM?

HUNTER: SHIT!

JEAN: GOOD NIGHT.

SAM: GOOD NIGHT.

HEY.

- HEY. - CAN I TALK TO YOU?

JEAN: UH, YEAH. DID MISS PRISCILLA TELL YOU?

SAM: YES.

JEAN: IT'’S FINE.

SAM: ARE YOU SURE?

JEAN: YEAH. HE'’S JUST A CREEPY KID.

SAM: NO, HE'’S THE PRESIDENT'’S CREEPY KID.

JEAN: YES.

SAM: AND THAT MEANS HE COMES WITH A LOT OF POWER.

JEAN: I'’M FINE.

SAM: OK, WELL, IF, UH, ANYTHING STRANGE HAPPENS, WILL YOU TELL ME?

- YEAH. - I MEAN IN THE LEAST.

- I PROMISE, YES. - OK.

I WAS TOLD THAT HE WANTED YOU TO GIVE HIM A TOUR.

JEAN: HE DID. I SKIRTED IT.

SAM: [SCOFFS] OK, GOOD.

JEAN: YEAH. OK.

ISN'’T IT TIME FOR YOU TO BE AT HOME?

SAM: I'’M LEAVING IN A BIT.

- OK. HAVE A GOOD NIGHT. - YOU, TOO.

- THANKS. - '’NIGHT.

[DOOR OPENS]

[RICHARD SIGHS]

HEY.

NANCY: HEY.

RICHARD: YOU KNOW I'’M WORRIED ABOUT YOU, RIGHT?

[NANCY PATS RICHARD'’S LEG]

NANCY: WORRIED ABOUT YOU, TOO.

RICHARD: YEAH, WELL, I'’M NOT THE ONE WITH THE HEART CONDITION.

NANCY: I'’M FINE.

- BABY. - I'’M ALL RIGHT.

TRUST ME.

I JUST NEEDED TO PRAY.

RICHARD: WELL, DID THE LORD SAY ANYTHING TO YOU?

NANCY: WHY WOULD THAT GIRL LIE ON MY SON?

RICHARD: I DON'’T KNOW.

NANCY: DOESN'’T SHE KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THAT IS?

RICHARD: [SIGHS] WELL, SHE IS TROUBLED.

NANCY: [SCOFFS] SHE BETTER GET HERSELF TOGETHER.

RICHARD: LOOK, IT'’S ALL RIGHT. IT REALLY IS.

NANCY: NO.

IT'’S NOT ALL RIGHT.

RICHARD: BABY.

[NANCY SIGHS]

[CAR HORN BEEPS]

[GAYLE EXHALES]

[SCOFFS] DAMN, IT WORKED. OK.

[LINE RINGS, CLICKS] PICKY: HELLO?

- PICKY. - [SIGHS] I SAID--

- I'’M COMING TO SEE YOU. - I TOLD YOU,

I DON'’T WANT THAT HEAT.

- LOOK, I'’M ALONE. - [SCOFFS]

YOU CAN'’T GET OUT ALONE.

- WELL, I DID. - HOW?

GAYLE: LOOK, I'’LL TALK ABOUT IT WHEN I SEE YOU.

PICKY: GIRL, I--

GAYLE: JUST--JUST WAIT. I'’M COMING.

PICKY: OK.

GAYLE: AND THAT GIRL BETTER NOT BE THERE.

PICKY: YOU BETTER BE ALONE.

GAYLE: I AM.

NANCY: RICHARD, LET ME ASK YOU SOMETHING.

RICHARD: HMM?

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

- ALL THE WAY. - WHAT'’S THAT MEAN TO YOU?

RICHARD: I DON'’T UNDERSTAND. WHAT...

NANCY: I MEAN, DO YOU--DO YOU THINK HE WOULD KILL FOR HER?

RICHARD: WELL, WHAT FATHER WOULDN'’T?

- BARRY--YOU-- - OH, WHOA, BABY, HE WOULD NEVER HURT HER.

- ARE YOU SURE? - YES.

NANCY: WHAT ARE YOU NOT TELLING ME?

[RICHARD SIGHS]

HE HAD A GUN.

NANCY: WHAT?

- BUT I TOOK IT FROM HIM. - AND?

RICHARD: I HAVE IT. IT'’S FINE.

NANCY: W-W-WHAT-- WAS HE GONNA SHOOT HER?

RICHARD: NO. NO, BABY.

HE WAS GONNA TRY TO FIND THAT CULT AND GET HIS DAUGHTER BACK.

NANCY: WELL, DID HE FIND HER?

RICHARD: NO.

[SIGHS]

NANCY: RICHARD, ARE YOU SURE

HE WOULDN'’T HURT HER?

RICHARD: YES, BABY. I HAVE THE GUN.

NANCY: DO YOU HAVE THE KNIFE?

RICHARD: WHAT?

NANCY: THE BIG BUTCHER KNIFE

IS MISSING FROM THE KITCHEN BLOCK.

RICHARD: UH, BABY--BABY, HE--HE WOULDN'’T DO THAT.

- POLICE SAID IT WAS A KNIFE. - WHOA, WHOA, WHOA. HOLD ON.

- I WANT TO BELIEVE IT. - NO.

BABY, LOOK, YOU KNOW OUR SON. YOU KNOW HIM.

NANCY: LORD, HAVE MERCY.

RICHARD: IT'’S GONNA BE ALL RIGHT, BABY.

ALL RIGHT? TRUST ME. IT'’S GONNA BE ALL RIGHT.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

GAYLE: HEY.

PICKY: WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA.

- LOOK, I TOLD YOU I WAS COMING. - WAIT. HOW THE HELL--

- LOOK, IT'’S FINE. - GAYLE.

- WHAT? - HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET HERE?

GAYLE: WILL YOU STOP LOOKING AROUND?

PICKY: YOU KNOW WHAT? JUST...

- WHAT? - COME ON.

COME ON INSIDE. COME ON. COME ON. WE GOT TO GO.

GAYLE: '’SCUSE ME.

GAYLE: GEEZ.

PICKY: DON'’T TALK.

WHAT THE WHAT?

GAYLE: HI. I MISSED YOU.

PICKY: HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET AWAY FROM THEM?

GAYLE: [SIGHS] WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

PICKY: YOU ARE THE PRESIDENT'’S DAUGHTER.

I MEAN, I KNOW THEY'’RE FOLLOWING YOU.

GAYLE: NO. THEY DON'’T KNOW I'’M GONE. I SNUCK OUT.

- HOW? - I GOT INTO THE TRUNK

OF ONE OF THE STAFF'’S CAR, AND I DROVE RIGHT OUT THE GATE.

- WHAT? - YEAH.

MY DUMB-ASS BROTHER CAME UP WITH IT.

PICKY: HOW YOU GONNA GET BACK?

GAYLE: WHY WOULD I WANT TO GET BACK IN?

PICKY: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

GAYLE: WELL, I WANT TO STAY HERE WITH YOU.

[PICKY CHUCKLES] OH, YOU--

- WHAT? - YOU CAN'’T STAY HERE. COME ON.

GAYLE: WHY NOT?

PICKY: THEY WILL BE ALL OVER ME.

THAT IS BAD FOR MY OPERATION.

YOU KNOW, IF--IF YOU LOVE ME,

YEAH, YOU GOT TO GO. COME ON. YOU GOT--

GAYLE: OK, OK, I'’LL GO,

BUT LET ME JUST HAVE SOME.

WHERE'’S YOUR VAPE?

- GAYLE-- - I SAID I'’LL LEAVE!

JUST LET ME SMOKE.

PICKY: OK.

GAYLE: THANK YOU.

PICKY: HOW YOU GONNA GET BACK IN?

- IT'’S EASY. - YOU GONNA GET BACK IN THAT TRUNK?

GAYLE: NO. JUST GONNA GO RIGHT UP TO THE FRONT GATE.

- WHAT? - YEAH.

GAYLE: THOSE PEOPLE ARE GONNA BE SO SHOOK THAT I GOT OUT IN THE FIRST PLACE,

TRUST ME, THEY'’RE NOT GONNA WANT ANYBODY TO KNOW.

PICKY: DAMN, GIRL.

GAYLE: THAT'’S RIGHT. DAMN, BOY.

[SIGHS]

I AM SO HORNY.

- GAYLE-- - SHUT UP.

PICKY: GAYLE--

- MMM. - GAYLE.

[GAYLE GIGGLES]

VICTORIA: OH. OW, THAT HURTS.

YOU SEE HOW HE TREATS ME?

MAX: I'’M SORRY, MA'’AM.

VICTORIA: OH, HE'’S A SON OF A BITCH.

YOU CAN TALK TO ME, MAX.

[MAX SIGHS] WELL, MA'’AM,

MY JOB.

VICTORIA: TO HELL WITH YOUR JOB.

- MA'’AM. - YOU'’VE BEEN WITH US

SINCE THE GOVERNOR'’S MANSION.

YOU SEE HOW HE TREATS ME.

IT'’S AWFUL.

MAX: YES, MA'’AM.

VICTORIA: SAY IT.

- MA'’AM-- - WILL YOU STOP SAYING MA'’AM TO ME?

MAX: I'’M SORRY.

VICTORIA: BE SORRY OUTSIDE.

GO!

WAIT.

[MAX SIGHS] MA'’AM?

VICTORIA: KISS ME.

MAX: MA'’AM, I'’M HAPPILY MARRIED.

VICTORIA: I WON'’T TELL HER.

MAX: MA'’AM.

VICTORIA: JUST TAKE ME.

PLEASE?

PLEASE MAKE LOVE TO ME. IT'’S BEEN SO LONG.

MAX: MA'’AM.

MA'’AM.

MA'’AM?

KYLE: WHERE'’S THE PRESIDENT NOW?

MAN: HE'’S IN HIS ROOM, SIR.

- YOU WERE WITH HIM? - YES.

- LILLY. - WHO IS THIS?

BOBBY: THE MAN YOU SHOT. DON'’T HANG UP.

- WHAT DO YOU MEAN, GOT INTO IT? - THEY HAD A FISTFIGHT.

- OH, RICHARD, THEY GOT OUR BOY.

KYLE: WE DID SOME RESEARCH ON THE ASSAILANT. HIS FILE.

- I SAW HIS FILE. - NO, MA'’AM,

YOU SAW THE VERSION THAT I GAVE TO YOUR HUSBAND.

- NOBODY MISSES YOU. - ARE YOU SERIOUS?

I TOLD YOU MY PLAN WOULD WORK.

VICTORIA: WOULD ANY OF YOU SORRY ...

LIKE TO TELL ME WHERE MY DAUGHTER IS?

DONALD: IS THERE SOMETHING THAT YOU NEEDED, SIR?

HUNTER: YEAH. DENISE, HERE, NOW.