Original subtitles

Victoria: Oh! What is going on?

Announcer: Previously on "The Oval"...

Victoria: Is this her blood?

Hunter: I don't know. I think I killed her.

- I love you. - Yeah. I love you, too.

- Mm. - So we're back to that now.

Richard: Baby, he was so mad, I have to say

that if he saw Ruth that night, he could've killed her.

Hunter: You left the bloody mattress on the bed!

Donald: She blows up all the time, and the next day,

she acts as if nothing ever happened.

Victoria: Today is a new day, business as usual.

Hunter: What in the hell are you doing?

Victoria: Cleaning up your damn mess.

Nancy: You tell me that you killed Ruth.

Barry: Fine. I killed her. I killed her!

Nancy: What did you just say to me?

Barry: You heard me! I killed her!

Nancy: Lord, have mercy.

Barry: That's what you wanted to hear, right?

Nancy: No, that's not what I wanted to hear.

Barry: You just said you didn't believe me...

Nancy: Barry--

Barry: so what's the lie?

Nancy: What?

Barry: What is the lie?

You said you don't believe me when I said I did it.

You say you don't believe me when I say I didn't do it,

so what's the lie?

Ohh...

Nancy: Don't you play games with me.

Barry: [Sniffles]

Nancy: You tell me

and you tell me now, the truth.

Barry: What good would it do

if my own mother doesn't believe me?

[Sniffles]

Nancy: Tell me.

Barry: I didn't hurt her.

I didn't see her.

I would never do that to her.

That's the truth. If you don't believe that--

Nancy: Who are you?

Barry: I'm your son.

Nancy: No.

My son was gentle

and kind and softhearted.

Barry: [Breathes deeply]

Well, that was before his daughter was taken from him,

wasn't it?

Nancy: Go on.

Go on. Blame me.

Barry: That is your fault.

Nancy: Come on. Blame me.

Barry: I told you.

I told you not to let her see Callie.

Nancy: Yes. You did.

Barry: Even the damn daycare

knows not to let her see Callie...

Nancy: Yes.

Barry: but my mother, my bible-preaching mother,

let her see Callie.

Nancy: Yes. I did...

and I regret it.

God help me, I regret it

because I was just trying to do what I thought was right,

but I regret it to this day-- God knows I do--

but are you telling me that all this behavior,

all of this, is because of that one moment?

Barry: It may as well be...

because I'm mad as hell at you.

I am so mad at you.

Nancy: Well,

there it is,

putting the blame on me.

Barry: [Sniffles]

Nancy: No. Come on.

Come on.

Keep blaming me.

Barry: No, because every time I tell you how I feel,

you get sick.

Nancy: You think I'm faking that?

You think so?

Barry: Can I go back to my cell?

Nancy: I can't take that from you, son.

We have done...

too much for you, too much.

Barry: Can I go back to my cell, please?

I don't want to see you anymore.

Nancy: I didn't want to see you today.

The only reason I'm here is because your daddy

wanted me to come and tell you something.

He was trying to get out of his bed

to come here,

cut up, bleeding, and in pain.

Now, that's the man who loves you...

and he was willing to stand up for you,

and you're not even willing

to stand up to your own damn temper.

I love you, son...

but I am so disappointed...

in the boy that I'm looking at.

I thought we raised a man...

so if you don't mind,

I'm going back to the bedside of a man who needs me...

and when you grow up

and you realize that you need me, too...

you let me know.

Barry: [Sniffles]

[Purse rustles]

Jake: Hey, done already?

Nancy: I am beyond done.

Man on P.A.: Ladies and gentlemen,

the President of the United States.

♪ 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 ♪

Sam: [Sighs]

Wake up.

Priscilla: Ohh...no.

Sam: Yes. Come on. You got to go in.

Priscilla: Uh, I know.

Sam: Then get up.

Priscilla: Ohh...

You really are a drill sergeant.

Sam: My military days. Come on.

You got to go in. OK.

Priscilla: Can't we just--

Can't we just take the day off

and, like, lay in the bed all day?

Sam: As tempting as that sounds

and as much as I think we both need that...

Priscilla: Mm-hmm?

Sam: how about we not?

Priscilla: Oh, come on, baby.

Can't you just, like, break the rules once?

Sam: Look.

Priscilla: Tell them it's a matter

of national security or something.

Sam: Look. As much as I want to stay here--

Priscilla: Yeah. I know. I know.

Sam: Hey, you really know?

Priscilla: Yeah.

Sam: No. I don't think you know what I'm talking about.

We got to do better, babe.

Priscilla: Well, what do you mean?

Sam: It's been 3 weeks.

Priscilla: 3 weeks?

Sam: [Scoffs]

Don't tell me you don't know.

Priscilla: I'm really in the dark here, babe. What?

Sam: Since we had sex. Come on.

Priscilla: Oh.

Sam: You don't miss it?

Priscilla: Uh, not like you do.

Sam: That hurts.

Priscilla: I didn't-- No, baby.

You know I love making love to you,

but I've just been so tired lately, ohh--

Sam: So have I.

Priscilla: We just moved the old president out

and the new one in.

You know how stressful that is.

Sam: I know, but you know how I am.

Priscilla: Mm-hmm. You're just nasty.

Sam: Uh-uh, baby. I'm not. I just need you.

Priscilla: I know, baby, and I'm sorry.

Sam: I understand.

Priscilla: Do you?

Sam: Yeah. You're tired. Ha ha ha!

Priscilla: You know what?

Come on. How much time we got?

Sam: Did you really just say that?

Priscilla: What?

Sam: You make it seem like it's a chore.

Priscilla: No, baby. You know what I mean.

Sam: Do I?

Priscilla: Let's not start the day like this, please?

Sam: Hey, I'm not starting the day any kind of way.

Priscilla: OK. All right. My bad.

I'm sorry, but can you please just come lay with me?

Sam: Look. You get up.

This can't happen, you know, and don't tease me.

Priscilla: I'm not teasing you.

Sam: You know I need at least an hour, so come on.

Get up.

Priscilla: You sure you don't want to? Heh!

Sam: I want you to get up.

Ha ha ha!

Priscilla: Fine.

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

Kareem: I got it. Hang on.

[Ring]

[Ring]

[Ring]

Richardson Pharmacy.

Yeah, speaking.

OK. OK. Yeah.

Uh, yep. We're here.

OK. Yeah. Yeah. We're here.

All right. Thank you.

Sharon: Was that the glass company?

Kareem: Yeah. Um, they're on their way.

Sharon: OK. Good.

Kareem: Hey, this is a good time

for you to go home and get a shower, OK?

Sharon: OK. You got to go first.

Kareem: No, Sharon.

I got to stay for the glass company.

Sharon: What do you think, I'm helpless?

Kareem: No.

Sharon: OK. Then go. I'll be fine.

Kareem: Are you sure?

Sharon: Go.

Kareem: No, because they're gonna rip you off

when they see that you're this young, beautiful woman

they could take advantage of.

Sharon: Yeah. OK.

A woman? Yes.

Beautiful? Not this morning, not my best.

Kareem: No. You're always beautiful to me.

Sharon: Thank you, but go ahead.

I'll be fine. I can handle it.

Kareem: OK. All right. I'm trusting you.

Sharon: OK. Go. Go. Take a shower.

Kareem: OK. All right. I'll hurry back...

Sharon: OK.

Kareem: but don't let nobody in.

Sharon: Will you go? I'll be fine.

Kareem: OK. I'll be right back.

Sharon: OK.

Kareem: Wait, wait, wait. Come here.

Sharon: No. No. No, not the morning breath.

Uh-uh.

Kareem: You was the one eating onions all night.

- OK. - I saw your lunch.

Sharon: Bye.

- Ooh! Mm. Bye. - Ohh!

Kareem: Don't let nobody in.

Sharon: OK.

My breath was OK.

Hunter: Uh! Rrgh rrgh! Uh!

Oh, this--ohh!

Victoria: Wow.

Hunter: [Exhales]

Go to hell.

Victoria: I didn't think you could do it.

Hunter: Yeah. Glad I let you down.

Victoria: Well, it wouldn't be the first time.

Hunter: Go ahead and enjoy this.

Victoria: You think I'm enjoying this?

Need I remind you that this is your mess?

Hunter: Yeah. I don't need to hear that.

[Sighs]

- Then shut up. - Oh, you shut up.

Victoria: What are you, 5?

Hunter: God, I wish I was 5,

go back in time and never meet you.

Victoria: Mm. That would be wonderful for both of us.

I wouldn't be here with you and these two damn kids.

Hunter: Yeah. You'd be with Marvin.

Victoria: Yes, and happy.

Hunter: Hmm.

A lot of good it'll do you

if you end up in one of these boxes.

Victoria: Come on.

Do it.

That's a smart dumbass.

Hunter: Mm-hmm. ... off.

That sounds like a good idea because I'm horny as hell. Mm.

Hunter: Yeah. Ha! You can forget about that.

Victoria: You think for a minute that I would let you touch me

after you've laid with that whore?

Hunter: I love how you whores like to rank yourself.

Victoria: ... off.

[Door opens]

Hunter: Ugh...

[Door closes]

Linda: OK.

Richard: It's really nothing but a mild--

- Hi. - Hi.

Nancy: You up?

Linda: He is, and I'm glad you're back.

Nancy: What is he doing?

Linda: Giving me much grief.

Nancy: Baby, you better let these people take care of you.

They got that life in their hands.

Linda: You better tell him.

Richard: I'm not giving her any grief.

Linda: Oh, is that what you're gonna call it?

I'm sorry if you have to put up with this.

Richard: Uh, I'm in the room.

Nancy: He's just not used to laying still.

Richard: No. I'm not, and I feel fine.

Linda: Well, you're not fine.

Richard: Look. I can get up and walk.

Linda: That's the pain meds.

They will wear off, and you're gonna feel it.

Richard: I can take it.

Linda: OK, Mr. Hotshot.

Richard: Tell her, baby.

Nancy: He can take it.

Richard: Oh, really? Really? It's like that?

Nancy: Yes.

Linda: Like most men can't handle any pain.

- Ain't that the truth? - Mm-hmm.

Richard: Look. I can walk. I just want to go home.

Nancy: Well, you're gonna go home eventually.

Richard: I'm fine.

Nancy: Please let these people take care of you, baby.

Richard: Oh, I'm just not used to that.

Nancy: What are you saying?

Richard: Oh, no, no, not-- I don't mean you, baby.

I mean, you know, I take care of people.

Linda: I'll be back in a moment.

We're gonna have to take you for X-rays.

Richard: And I'm walking there.

Linda: If the doctor says it's OK.

Richard: Well, he better.

Linda: OK. Good luck.

- Ha ha ha! - I'm just--

Nancy: Well, if I-- I didn't know any better,

I'd say you were flirting.

Richard: Oh, stop it. I thought she would never leave.

Nancy: Oh, you stop it.

Richard: Uh, did-- did you see Barry?

Nancy: Yes.

Richard: Did you tell him not to say anything?

Nancy: He's fine.

Richard: Are you sure?

Nancy: He didn't get hurt.

Richard: Oh, come on, baby.

I know that, but, you know, he's in that place.

Nancy: Yes. He is fine.

Richard: Are you sure?

Nancy: I don't want to talk about him right now.

Richard: Hey, he's still our baby.

Nancy: Yeah.

I just wish we could go back to when he was a baby

so we can figure out where we went wrong.

Richard: Yeah. Baby, we didn't do anything wrong.

Nancy: Then why is he acting this way?

Richard: I don't know,

but you know how much he loves his baby...

Nancy: Yeah. I know, and we all do.

Richard: but he was someone else when he ran through that place.

Nancy: You don't know why he did?

Richard: No.

Nancy: OK.

He saw Sharon and that boy having sex.

Richard: What?

Nancy: Yes.

Richard: Ohh...that explains it.

Nancy: No, it doesn't, Richard.

Richard: Oh, baby, you know--

You know he always goes crazy when he's in love.

Nancy: That is not love.

Richard: Yeah. I know that.

I got to talk to him.

Nancy: Well, you're not doing anything now but getting better.

Richard: Uh, baby, you know I need to talk to him, right?

Nancy: No.

If you think you're gonna get out of here early

to go and have a conversation with him,

you got another thing coming.

You are getting well.

Richard: I hear you.

Nancy: OK. Are you sure?

Richard: I do. I heard you.

Nancy: OK.

[Knock knock knock]

- Hey. - Hey.

Sam: You miss me?

Priscilla: Yes.

Sam: Uh...

So, uh, looks like I can get off at 5:00 tonight...

Priscilla: OK.

Sam: and you have no state dinners to prepare for...

Priscilla: Mm-hmm.

Sam: and can have your assistants take care of--

Priscilla: Ooh, you know what?

Ohh...

Sam: Told you I was serious.

Priscilla: OK. Well, can you give me some time to prepare?

Sam: Oh, you can take all the time you need.

It's gonna be a long night, baby.

[Both laugh]

Priscilla: Oh, my gosh. OK.

Well, you'll be asleep by 10:00, anyway.

Sam: And up and ready to go again at 11:00.

- Oh, will you stop it? - Mm-hmm.

[Both laughing]

- Stop. - Uh...

Victoria: No. Please go on. Continue.

Priscilla: I'm sorry, ma'am.

Sam: I was just making sure all is safe here, ma'am.

Victoria: Yeah, right.

Sam: If you'll excuse me--

Victoria: You must not be much of an agent

if I can just walk up on you.

Sam: Sorry, ma'am.

Victoria: Heh.

[Door closes]

And you shouldn't be flirting with the Secret Service,

and he's married.

Priscilla: To me, ma'am.

Victoria: Is that so?

Priscilla: Yes, and we have never ever done

anything like that before.

He was just being silly.

Victoria: Heh heh. Silly?

Priscilla: Yes, ma'am.

Victoria: Hmm. I'll have tea, please.

Priscilla: Yes, ma'am.

[Exhales]

My God.

[Door closes]

[Sighs]

Donald: Is your husband around, ma'am?

Victoria: Hi. Is there something that you need?

Donald: Yes.

We have a mountain of briefs to get through this morning.

Victoria: Have you ever met my parents?

Donald: Once or twice.

Victoria: Do you ever talk to them?

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

Victoria: Are you sure?

Donald: Yes, ma'am, 100% sure.

Victoria: OK.

Donald: Why do you ask, ma'am?

Victoria: No.

I'm the one asking questions.

That's a telltale sign when someone starts asking questions.

It's like they're trying to throw you off of something.

Donald: Well, that was definitely

not my intention, ma'am.

Victoria: I don't like you.

Donald: I'm sorry.

Victoria: I don't trust you.

I don't believe you.

Donald: Again, ma'am, I am deeply sorry.

Victoria: Perhaps it's because you sleep with men...

and you're afraid to come out.

Donald: [Exhales]

Victoria: Yes.

I know all about you, Donald...

but don't worry.

My ignorant, country-ass husband

doesn't have a clue.

You do know he's clueless, don't you?

Hmm.

Look at you.

He is not to be trusted to make decisions

regarding war or national security

or matters that will affect the market,

which could be any of the above.

You are to discuss these matters with me.

He's just a figurehead. Do you understand?

Donald: Oh, I understand,

but, ma'am, you don't have that level of clearance.

Victoria: Donald...

Donald: Ma'am?

Victoria: do you know why I'm first lady?

Donald: Because you love your husband.

[Both chuckle]

Victoria: Mm. Even you don't believe that ...

I'm first lady because I'm a brown girl

and this country is so racist that someone like me,

who's brown and female,

can never be allowed as president.

Hmm. I am 10 times smarter,

and I am still in his shadow.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to go off on a tangent.

What were we talking about?

Oh, yes--

you coming out.

I know how important reputations are in this town, Donald.

I will expect to be briefed every day.

I want a copy on my desk every morning.

Is that clear?

Donald: Yes, ma'am.

Victoria: As a matter of fact, you can just give me his.

I can assure you, he won't read the thing.

Donald: Yes, ma'am.

Victoria: And, Donald...

Donald: Ma'am?

Victoria: a "thank you" is in order.

Donald: Thank you, ma'am.

Victoria: Hmm.

I don't get it.

Donald: What don't you get, ma'am, hmm?

Victoria: Why don't you just come out?

You do know what year it is, don't you?

Free yourself, honey. Heh heh heh.

Donald: [Chuckles]

[Door opens]

Victoria: Where are you going?

Hunter: Need a break.

Victoria: Not until you finish.

Hunter: Go to hell.

Victoria: You're an idiot.

Hunter: Just make sure no one goes in the room.

- Ah, Sally. - Hi.

Jake: Hi.

Sally: So this kid you have in custody

- for the Hartman homicide... - Yeah.

Sally: you can't hold him on it.

Jake: Why not?

Sally: We had an issue.

Jake: OK.

Sally: The bullet was a match for this kid--Leon Stevens.

He goes by the name of Picky.

Jake: OK.

Sally: They are cousins, so if this kid says

Picky used his car and/or was in his car,

we got nothing.

Be sure to get a confession.

Jake: OK, so what about the homicide, hmm,

I mean, the knife.

Sally: Animal blood.

Jake: OK, so you mean the knife is not a murder weapon.

Sally: No, and neither was it a murder.

- [Laughs] - Yeah.

Jake: So he didn't kill Ruth.

Sally: No. Not only did he not kill her.

- That wasn't her. - What?

Sally: Yeah. No.

This woman's name is Cheryl Mints.

She was from Ohio, no connection to your guy at all.

- Wow. - Yeah...

Jake: Wow.

Sally: so we got nothing, and the judge is probably

gonna give him bail for the pharmacy thing.

He's got no priors, so get a confession.

Jake: Hmm. Yeah.

Yeah. I'll get to work on that.

Sally: OK. Thank you.

Jake: Good to see you, Sal.

- You, too. - Yeah.

[Cell phone ringing]

Sam: Yeah?

Jake: Oh, yeah. It's your lucky day.

Sam: Tell me.

Jake: Your kid, they got nothing on him,

and the gun matches a gun found on the dead kid,

who was actually his cousin, so as long as he says that he--

that the kid had his car maybe, huh,

I mean, he's in the clear.

- What? - Yeah.

Sam: What about the knife and Ruth?

Jake: Well, the victim was not Ruth,

and the blood, heh, was animal blood.

- What? - Heh. Yeah.

Jake: She's alive and well as far as we know.

Sam: This is insane.

Jake: Yeah. You tell me about it.

So if you get that kid at the pharmacy

to drop the charges, yeah, he could walk.

Sam: Really?

Jake: Mm-hmm, but even if he doesn't,

the D.A. won't fight the bail.

Sam: All right. Good to know.

Jake: Sure thing.

[Indistinct conversation]

- Hey. - Hey.

Sharon: Hey.

Kareem: Hey, that was a long shower.

Sharon: I know. How do you say no?

I don't remember your shower being so nice.

- Yeah, right? - Mm-hmm.

- You loved it. - I did. Heh.

Kareem: My water bill about to be high as hell, isn't it?

Sharon: I know. Sorry.

Kareem: It's OK. Hey, watch out.

- You smell perfect. - Thank you.

Kareem: What the hell was that?

Sharon: What? Uh...

Kareem: No. You're just moving away from me right now.

Are we back to being mad at each other?

Is that what this is?

Sharon: Kareem, there's just a lot going on right now.

Kareem: I know there's a lot going on.

Sharon, they just gave me the estimate for a lot going on.

Sharon: And I'm sorry.

Kareem: You know the insurance won't even cover it?

Sharon: Why not?

Kareem: Well, they say that I have to go after Barry...

Sharon: OK.

Kareem: which, I mean, I have no problem doing.

I'd gladly do it.

It's gonna be a headache, but look.

Don't worry. He'll pay. He'll pay for all this.

Sharon: He doesn't have any money.

Kareem: Sharon, he's got money.

Sharon: I assure you, he doesn't.

Kareem: You really don't know what's going on?

Sharon: What are you talking about?

Kareem: Look, Sharon.

Look. He's bad news, OK?

He's got everybody fooled, including you.

Sharon: What are you saying?

Kareem: He's slinging dope.

Yeah. He's dropping bricks for Picky.

Sharon: What? N--

Kareem: Yes. Well, he was, but Picky got himself killed.

Sharon: OK. Look. Barry isn't slinging nothing.

Kareem: Sharon...

- No. - yes, he is.

Sharon: No. I don't believe that.

He said the same thing about you.

Kareem: What?

- Yeah. He did. - Get the hell out of here.

Sharon: It's the exact same. That's just what he said.

Kareem: Have you ever seen anything that would remotely--

Sharon: No. I've never seen anything,

but I'm just telling you what he said.

Kareem: No. I'm legit, right? That--

He's dirty.

Sharon: No. I don't believe that.

Kareem: I'm telling you, Sharon.

- Who told you that? - Everybody knows, but I saw it.

- Everybo-- - I saw it.

Sharon: How did you see it?

Kareem: He dropped the brick off at my cousin's party.

He didn't know I was there, and--look--I saw him, Sharon.

He's rolling in money...

Sharon: [Scoffs]

Kareem: I'm telling you.

Hey, y'all sure you can finish that, man?

I got to be open tomorrow.

[Knocks on door]

Donald: Come in.

- You wanted to see me? - Yes.

- You OK? - That bitch.

Kyle: Yeah. I knew you should have let me take care of her.

Donald: No, no, no. I'm not talking about Lilly.

- Then who? - The first lady.

Kyle: Ah. Well--

Donald: She says to me, you know, "Why don't you come out?"

- Well? - No. Don't you start.

Kyle: I don't see what the big deal is.

Donald: That's not what I want to hear from you, Kyle.

- You called me. - Kyle.

Kyle: OK. I'm sorry.

Donald: Oh, I mean, I just wanted

to slap the hell out of that--

Kyle: Ha ha ha!

Donald: It's not funny.

Kyle: That I would have paid to see.

Yes. It is. It's funny. Just relax.

Donald: No. She wants to be briefed on everything.

Kyle: Then do it.

Donald: No, no, no. That's not ideal.

Kyle: Just do it.

Let her think she has some power.

Things are going so well.

Donald: Ah, the mattress.

Kyle: Let her think she has it.

Donald: No. Kyle, I don't know. No. I don't know.

Kyle: Speaking of mattress--

Donald: Come on. Stop it, OK? Just--

[Alarm blaring]

Kyle: 10-4. Stay put and lock the door.

- Do it now. - What's happening?

- Stay put. - I mean, what is it?

[Alarm continues]

Sam: Get back in your offices and lock the doors.

Kyle: The president.

[Alarm continues]

Victoria: Oh, what the hell is that noise? Oh!

Sam: Hey, ma'am, you need to come with me.

Victoria: Yeah. I'm busy.

Sam: Ma'am--

Victoria: Did you not hear me?

Sam: Ma'am, move and move now.

Victoria: I said, I'm busy.

- Ma'am... - What?

- What do you think-- - move.

Victoria: What? Get your hands off me.

Sam: Ma'am, I will carry you out of here

and down those stairs if I have to.

Now move, please!

Victoria: Oh, I can't run that fast in 4-inch heels!

Jake: Back up, man.

Come on.

Barry: Where we going?

Jake: Come on. Just go with me.

Barry: Oh...

Jake: Uh! Oh...

Right this way.

You good?

Barry: I'm locked up in jail.

Jake: Yeah.

Barry, do you smoke?

Barry: No.

Jake: All right. Have a seat.

[Sighs]

So you--you said that you don't smoke.

Barry: No, man. I don't smoke.

Jake: Well, where'd you get all that money?

Barry: That money?

Jake: Yeah.

Barry: I don't know. That's not mine.

Jake: That's money we found inside your house, though.

Barry: It's not mine.

Jake: So this money is not yours?

- No. - OK.

Jake: Well, since this money's not yours,

I guess you won't be able to use that for bail.

Barry: What? Bail?

Jake: Yeah. Had a judge who put a $5,000 bail on you,

cash, for bond.

Barry: So I can go?

Jake: No. No, no. This isn't your money.

Barry: That's my money.

Jake: Where'd you get it?

Barry: Look. I'm not answering no more questions, man.

You gonna let me post the bail, or not?

- OK. - OK?

Jake: OK, OK, so, I mean, do you even want to know

how you got out?

I mean, you're here on murder, man.

Barry: I don't know, Officer Jake.

Would you like to tell me?

Jake: Stop with the ... You stop it right now.

I'm not your enemy.

I'm your friend who's putting his ass on the line

for a favor that he's doing for your godfather...

so do you really want to know what you need to be doing?

Barry: Yes.

Jake: Now, that gun that shot that man

that matched the gun that was found at your cousin's,

do you know he's dead?

Barry: Yeah. So I heard.

Jake: How much do you know?

Barry: That it was dirty.

Jake: No. No, no, son.

You see, now, see, that's the life he chose.

See, he was a gangster, so he died like a gangster,

but since that gun matched him, OK,

and it was found in your car, I need to know,

was he in your car?

Barry: No. He was not.

Jake: Think... before you speak.

Think.

Was he in your car?

Barry: That's my cousin.

Jake: Your dead cousin.

You can't charge a dead man with murder.

Just think before you answer.

Was he in your car?

Barry: Yes. Yes. He was.

Jake: OK.

OK. Now, we got--

We got nothing on you. Ha ha ha!

I'm gonna go ahead, and I'm gonna process your bail

for the assault and the pharmacy,

and you will be free to go.

Barry: Well, what about Ruth and the knife?

- Oh... - Because I didn't do that.

Jake: Well, we know that.

It wasn't Ruth.

Barry: I saw the tattoo.

Jake: It wasn't her.

Victoria: OK. What the hell is going on?

Sam: Yes. I'm with Hawk Two. Yes. Is he secure?

Yes, and the kids. Yes.

Victoria: Hawk.

Is that my code name?

Sam: Hawk Two, ma'am.

Victoria: A bird, a predator, perfect.

So you gonna tell me what the hell is going on?

Sam: Ma'am, sit down and be quiet, please.

Do not move.

No, no, no, no, no. Hold where you are.

Affirmative.

Kyle: Copy.

Hunter: Want to tell me what's going on?

Kyle: We have a situation, sir.

Hunter: What is it?

Kyle: Two assailants have breached the north fence...

Hunter: Well, OK.

Kyle: and there is a drone overhead, sir.

Victoria: Am I safe?

Sam: Yes, ma'am. You are...

Victoria: OK.

Sam: and your children are safe...

Victoria: OK. Good.

Sam: and your husband.

Victoria: Enough.

Sam: Excuse me, ma'am.

Victoria: You don't have to rub it in.

Sam: I'm sorry?

Victoria: Telling me that my children are safe.

Sam: Well, they are, ma'am.

Victoria: Think I should have asked about them first.

Sam: Ma'am, please relax. All is well.

Victoria: Hmm.

Is that what Michelle would have done or Barbara?

Sam: You all have your way.

Victoria: So you're judging me.

Sam: Ma'am, please.

Victoria: I'm cold.

- Thank you. - Sure.

Victoria: I know you think I'm a bitch, hmm?

Sam: Ma'am, what I think doesn't matter.

Victoria: I am. Well, I can be.

I'm just misunderstood.

So how long will we be here?

Sam: [Sighs]

I'm not sure.

Victoria: I've got to change that mattress.

Sam: Ma'am?

Victoria: Oh, it's nothing.

Sam: Well, we should be able to leave

as soon as the house is swept.

Victoria: They're gonna sweep the house?

Sam: Yes, ma'am. They will.

Victoria: Well, what will they do?

Sam: They will sweep every room.

Victoria: What does that mean?

Sam: Well, we would check the entire place, ma'am,

to be sure there aren't any intruders.

Victoria: Like in closets and under beds, too?

Sam: Yes, ma'am. Is there a problem?

Victoria: Even our personal areas?

Sam: Yes, ma'am.

Victoria: So who will do that?

Sam: Is there a concern, ma'am?

Victoria: Yes. Personal things are private,

and I don't want your guys in my private things.

Sam: Ma'am, I can assure you, you have nothing upstairs

that these men and women have not seen.

Victoria: Yeah. Don't be so sure.

Kyle: So the mattress?

Hunter: Yeah. Victoria has a plan.

- Does she? - Yeah.

Kyle: You care to share?

Hunter: What, you don't trust her?

She's pretty clever.

She's got half the country thinking she's a good person.

Kyle: Well, isn't she a good person, sir?

Hunter: You are hilarious.

Kyle: Well, I wasn't trying to be.

Hunter: You married?

Kyle: Phew. No. Heh. No, sir.

Hunter: Good. Don't get married.

Kyle: Yes, sir. Copy that.

Hunter: I don't care how sexy she is,

how smart she is, how beautiful she is,

how big her tits are.

-Don't do it. - No.

Kyle: I can assure you that none of that

will ever get me to marry, sir.

Hunter: I don't know.

Seen a few that make me do it over and over again.

You a breast man?

Kyle: No. I'm--

I'm an ass man.

Hunter: Yeah. Well, I'm sure there's some hot girl

running around the White House

with a smoking-hot ass turning you on.

Who is it? Give me the dirt. Who you banging?

Kyle: Donald, sir.

Hunter: Ha ha ha!

Kyle: Ha ha ha!

Hunter: Oh, you are funny. Oh, I needed that.

What--Is there anything to drink around here?

Kyle: No, unfortunately not, sir.

Hunter: Well, let's just hope this is over sooner than later.

Max: Clear.

- Clear. - Clear.

Max: Clear.

What the hell?

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Max: What does that look like to you?

Yuma: It's blood.

Victoria: Those two were the ones who checked our bedroom.

Kyle: Yuma and Max cleared the residence.

When they came out of the president's bedroom,

something seemed off.

- I just want to help you. - I can't do this anymore.

- Are you a spy, Maxwell? - Kyle, get out of my face.

Victoria: How long have you been married?

Priscilla: 15 years.

Victoria: Have you been faithful the whole time?

Hunter: What was that like, to kill someone?

Kyle: Well, sir, you tell me.

Victoria: What the hell do you think you're doing?

Max: What kind of people would we be if we just let this go?

Yuma: You have to stop this now.

Donald: Take care of this Max and Yuma thing, OK?

Kyle: Yes, sir.