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Kyle: Look at me. She is dead.

[Hunter gasps] Narrator: Previously on "The Oval"...

Kyle: You need to pull yourself together

and you need to walk to that Oval upright.

Do you understand?

Lilly: Are you and Kyle having an affair?

Kareem: I love you. This is torture.

Sharon: Now you know how I felt when we were dating.

Sam: He needs to go by that pharmacy

and get that boy to drop the charges today.

Max: Why don't you hold the elevator in the basement

till I give the all clear?

Kyle: Max, what's going on with the staff elevator?

Max: I'm not sure.

Lilly: I'm filing for divorce. Donald: You can't.

They won't let you leave me.

Jean: I'll take this. Kyle: No, you won't.

Jean: Is that blood? Kyle: Where?

Jean: There. [Screams]

Kyle: Hey!

Shh! Be calm.

Do not scream.

Be calm, do not.

Are you calm?

Shh. Shh.

Shh, shh.

[Jean sobs]

What is that?

Kyle: This is a matter of national security.

Jean: Okay, okay.

Kyle: You did not see this.

Jean: No.

Okay.

Kyle: What's your name?

Jean: It's Jean. Kyle: Say it again.

Jean: Jean. You know me.

Kyle: Yes. Yes, I do.

But I wanna make sure that you know you.

Jean: I do, I do. Yes.

Kyle: And I wanna remind you of your duties here.

Jean: Yes.

Kyle: And the oath that you took?

Jean: Yes, yes, I'm aware.

Kyle: And the NDA that you signed?

Jean: I'm aware.

Kyle: And I'm gonna tell you something that's

top secret.

This is a Russian spy, Jean.

She tried to kill the President.

Jean: What? Is he okay?

Kyle: Yes. The President is fine.

This didn't happen. You didn't see her.

Jean: No. Kyle: Do you understand?

Jean: Yes, I do.

Kyle: Now go back to work as if nothing is wrong.

Do I make myself clear?

Jean: Okay, I'm--I'm gonna be sick.

Kyle: Then if you can't handle this, take the day off.

Jean: I can't take the day off.

The first family.

Kyle: Hey.

You better get yourself together, girl.

Jean: Yes, sir.

Kyle: Now, go back to work.

Nothing happened. You didn't see it.

Jean: No. I didn't.

Kyle: And clean this up.

Jean: Okay.

Kyle: And the President spilled red wine

on the carpet in his bedroom.

I need you to get in there and clean it thoroughly.

Do you understand me?

Jean: Yes, sir.

[Jean cries]

Kyle: Damn it all!

♪ Feels like I'm runnin' out of time ♪

♪ You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine ♪

♪ Not really sure where we're headed to ♪

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

Kyle: Okay.

[Groans]

[Grunts]

[Gasping]

Kyle: Damn it.

[Jean sniffling]

[Groans]

[Panting]

Woman: What is it?

Jean: Oh, nothing.

Woman: You better get a move on.

They're pulling up.

Jean: Okay. Woman: What can I do?

Jean: Uh, nothing. I--I got this.

Woman: What is the stain?

Jean: Red wine.

Woman: That's never going to come out.

Jean: I've got this.

Can you actually just go tend to the children's rooms?

Woman: Are you sure? This is a lot.

Jean: Can you just go?

Woman: Are you okay?

Jean: I'm fine, I'm fine. Please.

Woman: I didn't mean to offend.

Jean: You didn't, Laura.

Please, we just have to hurry.

Laura: Okay. [Jean panting]

[Nancy sighs] What is taking them so long?

Sam: It should be soon.

Nancy: Richard, what the hell was he doing with that knife?

Richard: Baby, I don't know.

Nancy: Well, you know it was mine.

Richard: How do you know that?

Nancy: I saw it.

Same handle.

Sam: We don't know that.

Nancy: So we're gonna just cover up for him?

Richard: Hey, baby, he--he wouldn't do that.

Nancy: I know, but... Richard: And we're not

covering for him.

We're protecting him.

Nancy: By lying to the police?

Richard: I'm making sure they don't paint him

into a corner if he's innocent.

Sam: And we know Barry. We don't know these officers.

Nancy: I don't think they're trying to

frame him or nothing. I don't know.

Sam: Here he is. Over here.

Nancy: Oh, my baby.

Richard: How you doing?

Barry: Sam. Sam: You all right?

Barry: I'm good, man. Nancy: That's good.

Richard: You need to thank him.

He got you out.

Barry: Thank you, Uncle Sam. I appreciate that.

Sam: Yeah, sure.

Where did the knife and money come from?

Barry: I don't know. Sam: You don't know?

Barry: No. I do not know.

Richard: Barry.

Barry: Dad, I'm telling you, I didn't even know the money

was in there.

Richard: How much?

Barry: It was a lot. It was like $100,000.

Richard: In our house? Barry: Yes. In our house.

Richard: So, where would that have come from?

Barry: Dad, I swear, I do not know.

Sam: You have no idea?

Barry: No, man. I just...

Sam: What's that thought?

Richard: Tell us, boy. Nancy: Yeah.

[Barry sighs]

Picky told me that Kareem is a drug dealer.

Richard: The one that she works for?

Barry: Yes.

And he--he also said that Sharon is dealing with him.

Nancy: What the hell?

Barry: So, that money might be his.

Sam: I gotta get back.

I'll take you all home.

Richard: All right. Nancy: Okay.

Richard: Come on.

[Sharon chuckles]

Woman: Excuse me. Sharon: Yes.

Woman: I have a prescription for Davis.

Sharon: Yes, Ms. Davis.

Um, okay.

One second.

All right. Here you go.

It'll be, uh, $49.75.

Ms. Davis: I get a discount.

Sharon: Oh. Okay.

Um, maybe I rang it up wrong.

Stop! [Clears throat]

Kareem: Hey. Ms. Davis.

Hey, how you doing?

You know what, you can just take that, okay?

Yeah, you can--I'll figure it out next month.

Ms. Davis: Oh, no. I couldn't do that.

Kareem: Oh, yeah, you can.

You absolutely can.

I promise.

Ms. Davis: Okay. Thank you.

Kareem: You're welcome. Ms. Davis: You know, you're

doing your father proud.

Kareem: Thank you.

Ms. Davis: I remember when he was--

Kareem: Oh, I'm sorry, Ms. Davis, this phone,

it's ringing, uh... Ms. Davis: I didn't hear the phone.

Sharon: It lights up, actually,

so, you can't see it.

Ms. Davis: Oh. Sharon: Yeah.

Kareem: Kareem Richardson, Richardson Pharmacy.

Sharon: Okay. Have a nice day.

Ms. Davis: Well--well, thank you.

Sharon: All right. Kareem: All right.

Thanks for calling.

Sharon: Come again.

Kareem: We appreciate your service.

Ms. Davis: Well, I don't know what they're doing.

Sharon: You are so wrong. Kareem: I'm not, no.

I was--I felt bad.

Sharon: Yeah.

Kareem: Well, I'm just trying to get back to...

Sharon: No.

I'm glad she came in.

Kareem: Come on, Sharon. No, don't do this to me.

Sharon: I'm sorry.

I'm just really mad--

Kareem: No, don't say his name.

Sharon: Well, I am.

Kareem: Okay. Well, I know a great way

to relieve stress... Sharon: Stop.

Kareem: To work out the--oh.

Sharon: Stop.

[Sighs]

[Chuckles]

Kareem: Sharon, we're both adults.

All right. Hell, I mean, if we're gonna

regret it, let's regret going all the way.

Sharon: We didn't do anything.

We didn't. Technically. [Kareem chuckles]

Uh, you didn't do anything.

I was doing a whole lot.

It's like fixing a broken faucet with my face--

Sharon: Okay.

Kareem: I mean, it's--there's a lot going on.

Sharon: All right. Thanks.

[Chuckles] Um, yeah.

This is just not a good idea.

I don't think we should have even done

any of this, okay?

[Sighs] So, let's just go back to work.

This was a big mistake. [Keyboard keys clacking]

[Kareem sighs]

Look, I'll close the store right now.

[Sharon chuckles] No.

Kareem: No, because that's what--that's what

you told me. If we're working,

I'll close the store right now.

Sharon: Kareem, stop.

Kareem: I'mma go close... Sharon: Stop, stop.

No, just--let's just wait

until we officially close, okay?

Okay? Kareem: Okay.

Fine, fine.

Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine.

Ladies and gentlemen in Richardson Pharmacy, this is

just a notice that we will be closing in 15 minutes

due to unforeseen circumstances.

Thank you so much for your patience here and we'll see

you another day, okay?

Done.

Sharon: You know what?

I'm done with you. [Chuckles]

Sam: Is it bad in there?

Richard: I, uh, I don't know what they left.

Sam: Hmm. You might wanna

get it cleaned up before she, uh...

Richard: Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Sam: I gotta get back.

Richard: Okay.

Barry: So, you're gonna find Callie?

Richard: He's working on it.

Barry: I gotta find her.

Sam: I know, son.

Richard: Hey, son, go on.

Let me talk to Sam.

Barry: Come on, Mom.

Sam: I got someone on it.

Richard: Okay. Thank you.

Sam: Hey. Hey, hey.

This is gonna get ugly.

Richard: I know. It's a good thing I'm not

in the White House, huh?

Sam: Well, you are.

Richard: What?

Sam: Priscilla stood up in a staff meeting

and told the President and the First Lady

that we all want you back.

Richard: What did they say?

Sam: They said you would be back.

[Richard scoffs]

I don't know if I want to. Sam: Oh, come on, man.

Richard: Hey, come on. You see all the stuff

I got going on with Barry?

Sam: I understand that.

But we need you around there,

and you love it.

Richard: Yeah.

I know.

Sam: You got too much built up over there.

Richard: I hear you.

Sam: Okay.

I'll talk to you in a bit.

Richard: Okay.

Sam: Get him straight.

[Richard chuckles]

Okay.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

Nancy: You'll be all right.

You don't want to get out and say--

Woman: Everything okay?

Nancy: Oh, hey, we're--we're fine, Jody.

[Jody chuckles] Okay.

You know I called Sam.

Nancy: Yes, I do.

Richard: And we appreciate it.

Nancy: Uh-hmm.

Jody: Who was that in the house?

Barry: Damn, she nosey.

Nancy: Watch your mouth.

I'll be over later, Jody.

Jody: Okay. Nancy: All right.

Barry: Ma, I gotta use the car.

Nancy: What? Where are you going?

Barry: I need to go and talk to Sharon.

She's not answering my calls.

Richard: You don't need to go to that pharmacy.

Barry: Look, I'll go there and tell the dude I'm sorry,

whatever, see if he can drop the charges.

Richard: Then I'll go with you.

Barry: Dad, you don't need to do that.

Richard: I'm going.

Baby, listen, uh, you, uh, you can't stay here.

Nancy: I know. Richard: We--we gotta get

the place cleaned up. Nancy: I know.

Richard: Where are you gonna go?

Nancy: Uh, maybe I'll call Priscilla

and see where she is.

Richard: Okay.

Nancy: Richard, is he gonna be all right?

Richard: Yes. Yes, baby. [Kiss]

Barry: Okay. I'll drive.

I'll drive. Richard: Okay.

Barry: I'll drive. Richard: All right, all right.

Barry: Come on. Thank you.

Jody: You sure you okay?

Nancy: I am.

Jody: You want some tea?

Nancy: No, but you do.

Jody: What's that? Nancy: Huh?

Oh, yeah, that would be nice.

Jody: Well, come on.

Nancy: All right.

[Sighs]

Victoria: Bitch!

What the hell are you doing in here?

Jean: I'm--I'm sorry, ma'am.

I was cleaning.

Victoria: Get out.

Jean: Yes, ma'am.

Victoria: Leave it.

Jean: Yes, ma'am.

Victoria: This is bullshit.

Bullshit.

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit!

God, girl-- girl--she sucks!

[Sighs] Stupid.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

Son of a bitch.

[Knocking on door] Donald: Not now.

[Knocking on door] Donald: I said not now!

Man: I'm sorry, sir. The President

needs to see you right away.

Donald: Dammit.

Where is he?

Man: The Oval, sir.

Donald: Next time, start with where he is.

Man: Yes, sir.

Woman: Ma'am? Victoria: It's fine.

Woman: Ma'am, he's asked not to be disturbed.

Victoria: It's fine.

Hunter: Victoria, I cannot do this right now.

Victoria: You had her here?

Hunter: Victoria?

Victoria: In my bed?

Hunter: You're not listening to me.

I can't do this.

Victoria: I can still smell that bitch.

Hunter: I can't do this right now.

Victoria: My mother was here.

Flew in in all of her wicked glory, just to tear us

both apart.

Hunter: I don't care.

I cannot deal with this right now.

Victoria: You give that whore insider trading secrets?

Hunter: All right, damn it... Victoria: What the hell is wrong with you?

Hunter: I'm trying to put you out!

Victoria: Don't, don't, don't.

Do not cause a scene.

Hunter: If you do not-- Victoria: There is someone here

leaking everything to my parents.

Hunter: If you don't want me to cause a scene, get out.

Now!

Victoria: Listen, listen.

Hunter, you have got to stop this.

We will both lose everything.

I'm too far into this.

I've sacrificed too much.

Hunter: And I haven't?

Victoria: Hunter...

Hunter: I gave up my life

the day I met you.

It was one time, Victoria.

And you got pregnant.

And your evil, vile, malicious ... parents

made us get married.

I--I don't--I don't want this.

I don't want this life...

And I sure as hell don't want you.

Victoria: Hunter, just--just-- just--just

keep your voice down, stay calm.

Hunter: Get out or I'm gonna get very ... loud!

Victoria: Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Fine. Fine.

If you won't stop seeing her...

Hunter: You know what?

I, uh, I, uh, I promise you, you're, um...

you're never gonna see her again, and neither will I.

Victoria: Why?

Hunter: Does that make you happy?

Victoria: Why won't you-- [Knocking on door]

Donald: You wanted to see me, sir?

Hunter: Yeah.

Donald: First Lady.

Victoria: Donald.

Donald: Should I come back?

Hunter: No.

My wife was just leaving.

Donald: How can I help you, sir?

Hunter: Donald, you've been with me a long time.

Donald: Yes, sir.

Hunter: I trust you with my life.

Donald: Thank you, sir.

[Hunter sighs]

Man, something terrible has happened.

Donald: What is it, sir?

[Hunter sighs]

Donald: What is it, sir?

Hunter: She's dead.

Donald: Who's dead, sir?

Hunter: Denise. She's dead.

Donald: Are you sure?

Hunter: Yeah.

Donald: How do you know she's dead, sir?

Hunter: I saw her.

Donald: You saw her where, sir?

Hunter: In my room.

Donald: Where, sir?

Hunter: In my room.

Donald: In the residence, sir?

Hunter: Yeah, yeah, earlier today.

Earlier today, Victoria was out.

I had--I had her come over.

Donald: Okay, okay.

Tell me.

Hunter: I just, I, uh...

Donald: Okay, sir, listen.

I cannot help you unless you tell me.

Hunter: All right, uh...

Donald: It's okay.

Hunter: Uh, she, uh, Victoria was out and, uh, I had, uh,

Denise come over.

And, uh, and we were in bed, and I--I went to the bathroom,

and--and, uh, then I came back, and she was dead.

Donald: Are you sure? Hunter: Yeah.

Donald: You know, let me get the White House doctor

to take a look at her.

Hunter: No. No.

Donald: Well, how do you know she's dead?

Hunter: Um, because her, uh, her head fell off her body.

Donald: Where was she, sir?

Hunter: I just said that she was in my room.

Donald: No, no, no, no.

Where was the...

Hunter: Well, half of her was on the bed

and half was on the ... floor.

Donald: How long were you in the bathroom for, sir?

[Hunter sighs]

A couple of minutes maybe.

Donald: Okay.

Where's the body now?

Hunter: Kyle threw it.

Donald: Kyle's on duty, then?

Hunter: Yup. Yup.

Donald: Okay.

Kyle: This is Kyle.

Donald: I need to see you right away.

Kyle: Yes, sir. Donald: Where are you?

Kyle: I'm out, sir. Donald: Okay.

I need to see you now.

Kyle: Yes, sir. 20 minutes until

I return to the White House.

Donald: Is everything secure?

Kyle: Sir?

Donald: I am with the President.

Is everything secure?

Kyle: Yes, sir, it is.

Donald: Get here right away.

Kyle: Yes, sir.

Hunter: What did he say?

Donald: Just--just calm down, okay?

Hunter: What did he say? Where is he?

Donald: Kyle has everything under control.

Just calm down. [Hunter sighs]

Donald: It's gonna be fine.

All right?

Kyle's a professional at this. He'll handle it.

Sir.

Hunter: Yeah.

Donald: Relax.

Hunter: Yeah.

Donald: Can I get you anything?

Hunter: No. I'm just--I'm just upset.

Donald: I'm right here. Okay?

Jason: What the hell?

Lilly: I'm sorry.

I was looking for the bathroom.

Jason: Well, this isn't it.

Lilly: Are you shy?

Jason: Get out. I'm naked.

Lilly: I work with naked people all the time.

I'm a designer.

So, I've seen it all.

Jason: I said get out.

Lilly: Are you sure there's nothing you wanna show me?

Jason: Are you crazy, lady?

Lilly: Yes.

As crazy as you are.

Jason: I said get out.

Lilly: No. Because you did this before.

And I ignored it.

Keep that little thing in your pants, boy.

Jason: I will have you fired.

Lilly: Oh. [Laughs]

Oh, that doesn't matter.

Because I'm about to make sure that that happens myself.

[Laughs]

Jason: Will you just get out of here?

Lilly: No.

You know, your butt's cute.

But you should be ashamed of that little thing in front.

Mm. Ooh. Must be cold in here.

Because if that's all you have to work with, then it's

no wonder why you're such a pervert.

I'm sorry.

Good-bye.

That little bastard.

Victoria: There you are.

Lilly: Hi.

Victoria: I looked over all the dresses you sent.

Lilly: I said hi.

Victoria: Low.

Low as in cheap, gutter, trashy, low.

I don't like any of them.

Lilly: Is it the colors?

Victoria: No.

It's the designer.

Lilly: I'm sorry.

Victoria: You designed them.

Lilly: Yes.

Victoria: That wasn't a question.

Lilly: Well, I have other options.

Victoria: No, no. I'm done with you.

Lilly: Okay.

Victoria: Is that all?

Lilly: I'm sorry?

Victoria: So, you just let people walk all over you?

Lilly: No. But I understand

if you're not happy.

It's a matter of...taste.

Victoria: Excuse me?

Lilly: I'm sorry. Victoria: What do you mean

a matter of taste?

Lilly: It's not your taste.

I understand.

Victoria: Are you saying that I don't have taste?

Lilly: No.

I would never say that.

Victoria: You're a bit of a bitch, aren't you?

Lilly: I can be.

Especially when I'm being pushed around by one.

So, tell me something, Victoria.

What's up?

Victoria: Pardon me?

Lilly: Why am I here?

Why did you choose me?

Victoria: I told you.

Your husband is the key to helping me manage mine.

Lilly: No, no, no.

That's not it.

It's something else.

Victoria: Then you tell me, dear.

Lilly: I don't know.

But I know I don't like it.

Victoria: Is that so?

Lilly: Yes.

Victoria: Do you know who you're talking to?

Lilly: Yes.

A very insecure woman who feels that it is best

to bully and put people down,

rather than to live in her own truth.

Victoria: And what is my truth, dear?

Lilly: I don't know.

But I know that it's not authentic.

Victoria: What would you know about authenticity?

All of your clothes are knock-offs.

Lilly: I have a wonderful career.

And I don't need you to wear my clothes.

Now, I feel that it was an honor that you did,

but quite honestly, I don't need the headache,

or this place, or this bullshit.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Victoria: Hmm.

What's it like being married to a gay man?

All of your clothes are tacky knock-offs of real designers.

Lilly: None of which wanted to dress you.

Victoria: Careful.

Lilly: Oh.

You didn't know?

They think you cheapen the look of their designs.

Victoria: That's because they don't know how to design

for black women.

[Lilly laughs]

No, no, no.

That's because clothes are worn from the inside out.

And what's on the inside of you is...wicked?

Victoria: As I said, careful.

Lilly: Yeah.

You, too.

Oh, and by the way.

You might wanna get that little boy of yours

some therapy.

Because serial killers

start off as perverts.

Victoria: Get your ass back here and hang up

my damn phone!

Tacky heifer.

Donald: Hey, look, listen.

I need to talk to you, but I cannot right now.

Lilly: I'm not letting that bitch--

Donald: Shh. Lilly: --that bitch--

Donald: No, honey. Lilly: --that bitch!

Look, she wants to play these games with me, then come on.

Donald: Okay, wait, wait, wait-- Lilly: Don't you touch me.

Donald: Okay, okay. Lilly, Lilly, Lilly.

Lilly: I said get your hands off me, Donald.

Victoria: Am I the bitch that she was referring to?

Donald: No, no, no, ma'am.

Victoria: Donald.

You never learned to lie well.

Donald: I, uh... Victoria: "I, uh..."

What do you want?

Donald: The President needed something from

the bedroom, ma'am.

Victoria: What the hell is wrong with your wife?

Donald: Ma'am, we have--we've just been going through some

issues, that's all.

Victoria: Is it sodomy?

Donald: I beg your pardon?

Victoria: Yes, it is, isn't it?

Donald: Ma'am, if you will excuse me, I just need to--

Victoria: Donald.

Donald: Yes.

Victoria: Yes what?

Donald: Yes, ma'am.

Victoria: Why was my mother here?

Donald: I don't know, ma'am.

Victoria: You're the chief of staff and you

didn't know she was coming?

Donald: No, ma'am, I did not.

Victoria: And how does she know so much detail

about what's going on here?

Donald: What exactly does she know, ma'am?

Victoria: A lot.

There's a leak in this place

that needs to be plugged.

Donald: I'll look into it.

Victoria: Yes.

Look into it.

Donald: Ma'am, I really need to get to the bed--

Victoria: Is that where you intend to do the plugging?

In the bedroom?

Donald: Ma'am, I don't understand anything

you're saying.

Victoria: Yes, you do.

Donald: Ma'am, may I just go to your bedroom?

Victoria: No.

Donald: Ma'am. Victoria: It's being cleaned.

Donald: Okay, ma'am, then... Victoria: Now leave.

Donald: Leave?

Victoria: I said leave.

Donald: Yes, ma'am.

Kyle: Hello, Sunshine.

Max: ... off.

Kyle: So hostile.

Is that any way to talk to your new boss?

Max: You're not my damn boss.

Kyle: I'm sorry you screwed up.

Max: And you made sure of it, didn't you?

Kyle: I don't know what you mean.

Max: Yeah. You helped them

sneak her out of here.

Kyle: I don't know what you're talking about.

Max: You're a snake.

And I promise you this will come back on you.

[Kyle scoffs] Well, that's good.

I like it when things come back on me.

It makes me feel so alive.

Max: Yeah. Okay.

Kyle: Oh, and by the way, that stunt you pulled with

the elevator, I should whoop your ass for that.

Max: Yes.

I would love to see that.

Kyle: You daring me?

Max: Please.

Kyle: Let's do this.

Max: Not here.

I'm not losing my job for you.

Kyle: Yeah. I forgot, you are

on thin ice, aren't you?

Well, it's nice to see you, too.

Max: Asshole.

Kyle: Thank you.

You know, it's rather nice. Uh, I shave it.

Would you like to give it a kiss?

Max: You'd like that too much.

Sam: Kyle, leave him alone.

Kyle: Sir.

Sam: Max, take a break.

Max: Yes, sir.

[Kyle sighs]

Sam: Go gloat somewhere else.

Kyle: I'm not gloating, sir.

Sam: Sure you're not.

Kyle: I'm sorry.

Sam: Hey.

I know you can't put it in a report, but, uh,

I need to know who was in that bedroom.

Kyle: Uh, I'm sorry, sir.

I'm not allowed to say.

Sam: Is this the game we're playing?

Kyle: No. No games, all truth.

I--the President--

Sam: Don't give me that shit.

Kyle: I'm sorry, sir.

Sam: Watch your step, my friend.

Kyle: Yes, sir.

Sharon: Pretty good day.

Kareem: Yeah.

Sharon: All right, well, I'm gonna--I'mma head home.

Kareem: Oh, wait, I'll drive you.

Sharon: I'm just gonna go to my sister's.

It's okay. Kareem: No, no, no.

Sharon, stay with me.

Sharon: Kareem...[Chuckles]

Kareem: What? Sharon: Look.

We shouldn't have done that.

Kareem: No, no, no, no. No, no, no.

Don't go getting all full of regret now.

[Sharon sighs] I can't stay with you.

All right?

Kareem: And why not, Sharon?

Sharon: Confession?

Kareem: Okay.

Sharon: No one has ever made love to me like you.

And I think about you, and...when I'm with...him.

Kareem: With him?

Sharon: It's--it's just different.

Kareem: Uh-hmm.

[Sharon chuckles] What?

[Chuckles]

Kareem: I told you.

Sharon: I know.

[Kareem chuckles] [Sharon chuckles]

Kareem: Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on,

come here, come here.

[Sharon moans]

Hunter: So? Donald: She wouldn't let me in the room, sir.

Hunter: Who?

Donald: The First Lady.

Hunter: Oh, my God. That woman

is gonna drive me insane.

Donald: Sir, just... Hunter: All right, Donald, come on.

We're gonna go up there.

We're going up.

Donald: No--no--no, sir, just--look, just

stay calm so we can take care of it, okay?

Hunter: All right. Where the hell is Kyle?

Donald: I'm calling him right now.

[Line ringing] Kyle: Yes, sir.

Donald: Where are you? [Knocking on door]

Kyle: Right here, sir.

Hunter: What happened?

Kyle: With what, sir?

Hunter: Are you kidding me?

Kyle: No, sir, I'm not. What are you asking?

Hunter: What happened?

Kyle: I'm not sure what you're referring to, sir.

Hunter: He, uh, he knows everything.

Kyle: About what, sir?

Hunter: Are you, uh, are--are you--

Kyle: Sir, would you care to inform the President?

Hunter: No, you tell me.

Donald: Sir, I think what he's saying

is that it's been taken care of

and you don't need to worry.

Hunter: How the hell am I supposed to not worry?

Donald: Sir, it's been handled.

Hunter: All right, look, I, um...I wanna know.

Donald: Look, sir, you don't need

to know the details.

Hunter: I want to know.

Kyle: May I suggest that you watch

the local evening news tonight, sir?

Hunter: You're not gonna tell me, right?

Kyle: No, sir.

Rest well in that, sir.

You are protected.

Hunter: Can you please leave?

Kyle: Yes, sir.

[Door closes]

Hunter: Is that real?

Donald: Yes, sir.

Hunter: So, this will, uh, this will never touch me?

Donald: Sir, I have the utmost confidence in him.

Hunter: Just like that?

Donald: Yes, sir, just like that.

Hunter: Okay. I need a drink.

Donald: What would you like to drink, sir?

Hunter: No, it's--I'm--I'm--

I'm good, Donald, I just--just

need to be alone.

Donald: Are you sure, sir?

Hunter: Yeah. Thank you, Donald.

Donald: Yes, sir.

[Hunter sighs]

Donald: My office, now.

Kyle: Yes, sir.

Barry: Dad, am I going to jail?

Richard: I don't know.

Barry: This is so crazy, man.

Richard: Yeah, son.

A man died.

Barry: I know.

Richard: Does that bother you at all?

Barry: It was an accident.

I didn't mean to, Dad.

Richard: I know, I know, I know.

I was there.

Barry: So, what are we gonna do?

Richard: We are going to tell them the truth.

Barry: I can't go to jail.

Richard: Son... Barry: Dad, I cannot go to jail.

Richard: I don't want you to go to jail.

Barry: No. What I'm saying is I cannot

go to jail until I find my daughter.

Richard: We'll find her. Barry: Promise me.

If something happens to me or I go to jail,

that you will keep on looking for Callie.

[Richard sighs] Barry: Dad, swear to me

that you'll keep on looking for her.

Richard: Son, you don't have to worry about that.

Now, we will find her.

Barry: I can't believe she did this to me.

Richard: Oh, well, she can't do anything else now.

Barry: Yeah, she can.

She's still doing stuff.

I'm still dealing with this!

Richard: Hey, uh, Barry, slow down.

Barry: What? Richard: Slow down.

You're speeding.

I've never seen you this worked up.

Barry: I've never had my daughter taken.

Richard: Is that all there is?

Barry: Yes.

Richard: Okay, well, I want you to calm down.

Barry: Dad, I'm all right.

Richard: There's something else going on with you.

You're short-tempered.

Barry: Dad, I'm fine.

Richard: Are you sure?

Barry: What are you asking me?

Richard: Are you saying you didn't hurt her?

Barry: Yes, Dad. You saw me that night.

Richard: I know.

Barry: I--I just wanna find my daughter.

Why is that hard for everybody to understand?

Richard: Sam is gonna help us. But I'm gonna need you

to start calming down.

Barry: I'm okay.

Richard: And I want you to talk to someone.

Barry: Talk to who?

Richard: Son, this is a lot.

And I think it would be good

for you to talk to the pastor.

Barry: The pastor?

Richard: Son, you haven't been to church in a while.

[Barry scoffs] Sure, Dad.

I'll talk to the pastor.

[Richard sighs] Want me to go with you?

Barry: No.

Richard: Okay.

Barry?

What--what is it?

What's wrong with you? Should I move?

[Engine starts]

Wait. The car is in drive.

Are you listening to me?

[Truck's engine roars]

[Glass shatters]

[Horn honking]

Narrator: Next on "The Oval"...

Barry: You bitch!

Sharon: What the hell is wrong with you?

Victoria: Everyone who comes in this place

has to sign in and out.

So, how did she get here in this bed?

Hunter: It doesn't make any sense.

How do you explain it?

Donald: Well, sir, you took an illegal drug.

Kyle: I know this was hard for you, but you can handle this.

Jean: I'm not so sure. Kyle: That wasn't a question.

Victoria: She's nice, your wife.

Sam: She is special.

Victoria: Do you think I'm special?

Kyle: I just wanna do a good job

and please the President of the United States.

Isn't that what we're all here for?

Donald: Are you in love with him?

Kyle: Would that make you jealous?