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Hunter: You're gonna get rid of these.

Victoria: No. You are. Richard: Previously on "The Oval"...

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

Nancy: Don't you play games with me!

Victoria: You shouldn't be flirting with the Secret Service.

Gayle: I want to be emancipated.

I want to leave this family.

Victoria: I don't get it. Why don't you just come out?

Where are you going? Hunter: Just make sure no one goes in the room.

Kyle: I got the president. Sam: Ma'am, I will carry you

out of here. Now move!

Kyle: We have a situation. Two assailants

have breached the north fence.

Victoria: They're gonna sweep the house?

Sam: You have nothing upstairs that

these men have not seen.

Victoria: Don't be so sure.

Max: What the hell?

Yuma: Clear.

We're all clear, holding.

This is crazy.

Jumping the fence.

Let's hope it was just some dumbass kids

wanting a presidential ass whooping.

What is it?

Max: What does that look like to you?

Yuma: It's blood.

Max: Yeah. It's a lot of blood.

Yuma: From who?

Max: I don't know.

Yuma: Yeah, that is a lot of blood.

Max: How old would you say it is?

Yuma: I don't know. A day. Maybe two.

Max: Yeah. That's what I'm thinking.

Yuma: What do you think happened?

Max: New mattress? Yuma: Yeah.

She said she wanted to try some new ones.

Max: So, this must be the old one.

Yuma: What are you doing?

Max: Looking at the mattress.

Yuma: Max...

Max: What?

Yuma: I know you.

I know when you're on to something.

Max: Well... Yuma: Well, you should've

stayed in law school.

Max: Yeah? Yuma: Yeah.

It would've paid you more.

Max: Whose blood do you think that is?

Yuma: How would I know?

Max: I mean...what could live

losing that much blood?

Yuma: Max, yes, it's a lot of blood,

but it's not that much.

Max: Help me with this.

Yuma: What are you doing?

Max: Get the other side.

I'll ask you again.

What could live losing that much blood?

Yuma: Nothing.

♪ 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 ♪

Max: Damn it.

Yuma: Put it down.

Max: We need to pursue--

Yuma: We need to put it down. Come on.

Put it down.

Max: Did you hear anything about this?

Yuma: No.

Max: A report? Yuma: No, Max. Put it down.

Max: Yuma. Yuma!

They're trying to cover it up.

Yuma: I'm not doing this with you.

Max: The president and the first lady.

No, no, no, no. Listen to me.

Someone died here.

Yuma: Who?

Max: His mistress.

Yuma: What are you talking about?

Max: Yeah.

I think she killed her.

Yuma: Max... Max: I'm telling you.

Yuma: Stop talking. Max: I'm telling you.

Yuma: Stop talking.

Max: Let me explain.

The day the first lady went to lunch,

Kyle ordered the blackout.

I knew he was sneaking her out.

Yuma: Kyle? You're upset that he took your spot.

Max: OK. I am.

Yuma: That may blind you here.

Max: I understand you think that, but it won't.

She was here. I know it.

Yuma: OK. Who is she?

Max: Her name is Denise.

She runs a clothing store on-- Yuma: On Market.

Max: You know? Yuma: I took her home.

Max: After that day? Yuma: No, before.

She was flirty.

Felt up and down my leg.

Gave me her number. Denise.

Max: Yeah. That's her.

He was obsessed with her.

Yuma: So, why would the first lady do this to her?

Max: You were at the clothing store.

Yuma: You just said that she was at lunch that day.

Max: I know. Yuma: We don't even know

if this woman is dead.

Max: We have to call her.

Yuma: We don't have to do anything.

Max: I'm telling you we do.

Yuma: Max, I don't want anything

to do with this.

If this is what you think it is,

it is way bigger than the both of us.

Max: Yes. It is.

We'll need to go to the Justice Department.

Yuma: And say what? We have a hunch?

Max: I'll figure it out.

Yuma: I don't want to be a part of this, Max.

None of it. Max: We will figure it out.

Yuma: He appointed the attorney general

and the FBI director.

You know both of those things.

What winning can we get out of this?

Max: This girl was murdered.

Yuma: I don't know that. You don't know that.

Max: They know we swept the room.

Yuma: And we didn't see it.

Max: Really? What kind of agents

would we be if we didn't see it?

Yuma: Fine. I didn't see it.

And I mean that. Are we clear?

Are we clear?

Max: Come back copy.

Yuma: Copy.

Max: We were in the Corps together.

Remember that?

Yuma: Then you need to trust me.

You don't want to do this.

Help me with the mattress.

Now, Max.

Let's go.

Victoria: When can we-- Sam: We're clear.

Victoria: What happened?

Sam: It's all under control, ma'am.

Victoria: Good.

Sam: My jacket, ma'am.

Victoria: Oh. Sure.

I can help you with it.

Sam: I got it, ma'am. Victoria: I said

I'll help you with it.

So, you work out.

Sam: Ahh. Yes, ma'am.

Victoria: What kind of workouts do you do?

Sam: Military training stuff.

Victoria: I'd love to know some of that.

Sam: Well, I'll--I'll talk to your staff

about arranging a trainer.

Victoria: What if I wanted you?

Sam: Well, I would be no good at that job, ma'am.

Victoria: You sure?

Sam: Yes, ma'am.

We're free to leave, ma'am. I'd like to

get you to your husband

and children.

I'm sure they're worried.

Victoria: You're hilarious. [Chuckles]

Jason: This is so crazy.

Jason: Do you think everyone's OK?

Gayle: Shut up.

Jason: I mean, do you...

Oh, that was--that was exciting as hell.

Hunter: How cool was that? Gayle: Shut up, idiot.

We could've been killed. Hunter: Not with these guys

looking out for us.

Right, Kyle?

Kyle: No way, sir.

Gayle: Ugh.

Hunter: Oh. You made it.

Victoria: And you seem so delighted that I did.

Hunter: I am, darling. I really am.

Victoria: Hmm. Hello, kids.

Gayle: Can I go to my room?

Victoria: We just had quite the scare.

Don't you think we should all be together?

Gayle: Well, where's Grandma?

Victoria: Gayle... Gayle: Or did she do it?

Victoria: That will be all.

Sam.

Sam: Yes, ma'am?

Victoria: Those two...

were the ones that checked our bedroom.

Sam: As I've said, ma'am, we've seen it all.

Victoria: Are you sure?

Sam: Yes, ma'am.

Victoria: OK.

Sam: Sir. Hunter: Sam.

What was that about?

[Victoria sighs]

Gayle: Oh, is our family bonding moment

over so soon?

[Scoffs]

Hunter: Kyle? Kyle: Yes, sir.

Hunter: I don't think anybody likes me.

Kyle: I like you, Mr. President.

Hunter: Thank you, Kyle.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

Victoria: They saw it.

Hunter: It's nothing.

Victoria: You're so stupid.

Hunter: What--it's--it's--

it's not that much blood.

Just tell them it was you, like you said.

Victoria: Hunter...

Hunter: Just get rid of the damn thing.

Victoria: I would have if your stupid ass

hadn't gone downstairs.

Hunter: Oh, I wish it had been a real drone

that flattened your ass.

Victoria: You're in the house, too, dear.

Hunter: I wonder if I can call in my own drone strike

one day when I'm not here.

Victoria: Hmm. What about your kids?

Hunter: Well, they'd thank me.

Victoria: So, you'd leave them in here, too?

Hunter: No! No, I'd make sure

they were in the basement.

And you? Right here on the top floor.

Victoria: Hmm. You're father of the year.

Hunter: Yep, and you're mother of the year.

[Sam sighs]

We're clear, everybody. You can go back to work.

[Priscilla sighs]

Sam: Thank you.

Sam: Hey. Priscilla: Hey.

I'm fine.

Sam: Damn it. Ahh. Priscilla: I'm fine.

Sam: You know how hard that was?

Priscilla: Baby, I'm fine, OK?

[Sam sighs] Having to stay with her.

Priscilla: You taught me everything I need to know.

I'm fine. The staff was fine.

This is the safest place

in the world, remember?

Sam: I know, I know. I'm sorry.

Priscilla: It's all right.

Sam: Oh...

Priscilla: There's that perfume again.

Sam: She needed my jacket.

Priscilla: The first lady?

Sam: Yeah.

Priscilla: Well, she sure does get cold a lot

when she's with you.

Sam: Are you serious? Priscilla: Yes.

Sam: Baby, come on. I'm in that bunker

trying to do my job thinking about you.

[Priscilla sighs] I know.

You're right. I'm sorry.

But no, I will cut a bitch, OK? Sam: Baby...

[Sam chuckles] Priscilla: I don't give a damn

if she's the first lady.

Sam: OK. Priscilla: Know that.

Sam: I see you're fine. Priscilla: Mm-hmm.

Sam: I can go now. Hmm? [Kiss]

Priscilla: Hey, wait. So, where you going?

Sam: Uhh. I'm gonna go talk to that kid

about dropping the charges on Barry.

Priscilla: What? Sam: Yeah.

Priscilla: But I thought there's so much stacked against him.

Sam: No, no, no. That body wasn't Ruth.

She's not dead.

And the gun in that car that shot that man

does not convict Barry. Barry may be cleared.

Priscilla: How?

Sam: I'll fill you in later. Not here.

Priscilla: OK, well, tonight?

Sam: Mm. Yes, indeed, tonight,

which I need.

Priscilla: I know.

I know what you need.

[Kiss] Sam: I love you.

Priscilla: I love you, too.

I'll see you later. Sam: OK. Yes, you will.

Priscilla: All right. [Giggles]

Ahh.

[Knocking on door]

Donald: Come in.

Kyle: You OK? Donald: Yup.

Kyle: You sure? Donald: Yeah, I'm good.

What happened? Kyle: Kid flying a drone.

3 college kids playing a prank.

Donald: Well, he's gonna regret that.

Kyle: Hmm. Yeah, the FBI's all over it.

Donald: Damn kids ruining their lives.

Kyle: Hmm. Yeah.

Donald: What?

[Kyle sighs] I don't know.

Something's making me uneasy.

Donald: What is it?

Kyle: Yuma and Max cleared the residence.

Donald: OK.

Kyle: When they came out of the president's bedroom,

something seemed off.

Donald: [Softly] Damn it.

Kyle: Yeah.

[Donald sighs] Have you gone in there?

Kyle: No. Donald: Well, make sure

you get in there and see what they saw.

Kyle: How am I supposed to do that

with the pit bull around?

Donald: Let him know that you need to get in there.

[Kyle scoffs softly] She has him on a string.

You know, I used to think he was cute,

but dumb is such a turn-off.

Donald: Just do it, OK?

Kyle: OK. I'll try again.

But he's not budging.

[Donald sighs] Thank you.

Kyle: Is she here yet?

Donald: Uh, no. She's on her way, though.

Kyle: This is the time that I wish I could have a drink.

Donald: Good-bye and thank you, Kyle.

Kyle: Yeah, yeah.

Kareem: All right, guys, we gonna be open by tomorrow?

Man: Yeah. No problem. Kareem: OK. Thank you.

[Tool whirring]

[Tool whirring]

[Line ringing]

[Phone ringing]

Nancy: Hello? Sharon: Ms. Nancy.

Nancy: Yes. Sharon: How's Mr. Richard?

Nancy: You haven't called all night.

Sharon: I didn't want to upset you.

Is he OK?

Nancy: Yes, he's all right.

Sharon: Oh, thank God.

Nancy: Yes, thank God.

Sharon: I was just really worried.

Nancy: Were you worried about Barry?

Sharon: Yeah. Nancy: Then why were you

caught having sex with that boy?

Sharon: Ms. Nancy... Nancy: Baby, I told you to be strong.

Sharon: I'm sorry. I was just trying

to figure out--

Nancy: Listen, I gotta tend to my husband.

I'll talk to you later.

Sharon: I'm sorry. Nancy: OK.

Bye.

[Sharon sighs]

Nancy: How was your X-ray?

Nurse: Doctor says they look great.

[Richard sighs] Nancy: Thank you, Lord.

[Richard groans]

Nurse: You are very lucky.

Richard: Well, lucky enough to go home?

Nancy: Richard...

Richard: No, no, baby.

They say they're gonna release me today.

[Nancy sighs] Oh, Lord.

[Richard groaning]

Nancy: Come on.

Nurse: Yes, he's very fortunate.

It didn't hit any organs. All flesh.

Nancy: Good job. Praise God. Thank you, Jesus.

Nurse: If you need anything, ring the bell.

Nancy: Thank you.

Richard: Oh, God.

Nancy: Mm.

[Richard sighs] Who were you talking to?

Nancy: Sharon.

Richard: Hmm. What'd she say?

Nancy: She just called to check on you.

[Richard sighs] She saved my life.

Nancy: What?

Richard: Yeah, she did.

Nancy: What--what happened?

Richard: I heard the paramedic say he was

glad that the medical student was there,

that she saved my life.

Nancy: Wow. Richard: Yeah.

I owe her.

Nancy: Guess I shouldn't have been so short with her.

Richard: Yeah, well, don't blame her.

Nancy: I know. Richard: Fix that.

Nancy: I will. Richard: Hmm.

Oh, I am hungry.

Nancy: Yeah, well, let me go check and see

if they'll let you have something to eat.

Richard: Oh, no, I'm--I'm fine.

Nancy: No, you're cranky.

Let me go see what I can get.

Richard: And I'm not cranky.

Nancy: You just don't know how to stay still.

Richard: Yeah, well, you know your husband.

Nancy: Yes, I do. Richard: Mm-hmm. [Chuckles]

[Door closes] Gotta get out of here.

[Sighs]

[Gayle sighs] Wake up, perv.

Jason: Leave me alone.

Gayle: Give me the password.

Jason: What? Gayle: I want the password.

Jason: I'm using it.

Gayle: Yeah, OK, well, more than one person

can sign on.

Jason: That's not how it works.

Gayle: Give me the password.

[Jason sniffles] No.

Gayle: OK.

Ugh! Really?

Jason: Yo, don't judge me.

Gayle: Something is seriously wrong with you.

Jason: OK, you know,

you're what's wrong with me.

This entire family is what's wrong with me.

Gayle: Oh. And you don't think I live here, too?

Jason: Then get out.

Gayle: No. I want the password.

Jason: Mm-mm. Get out like you said you would.

Gayle: OK, yeah, well, that's what I'm trying to do.

Jason: They'll never let you emancipate.

Gayle: You're already logged in. Bye.

Jason: Bring it back!

[Gayle sighs]

Hmm. You look like you can help me.

Perfect.

[Sam grunts]

I gotta make a run.

Get the AFO report done.

Yuma: Yes, sir.

Max: Sir.

Sam: Yes.

Max: When we were sweeping the residence,

we came across something that was of concern.

Sam: What is it?

Yuma: It was nothing, sir.

Max: Yes, it was.

Sam: What?

Max: The president's mattress.

Sam: What about it?

Max: They changed it out.

Sam: Yes, I'm aware.

Max: Do you know why?

Sam: I think that's between them.

Yuma: I was actually trying to tell him that, sir.

Max: Well, I think-- Sam: Don't think about

their personal belongings.

Get the report done. Yuma: Yes, sir.

Stop.

Max: Look, what kind of people

would we be if we just let this go?

Yuma: You have to stop this now.

Max: I have a lot of questions about

the video on that day.

Yuma: If you start asking those questions,

they will know that.

Max: If they ask, I'll tell them it's for a report.

Yuma: What report?

Max: Can you just help me? Yuma: No.

I already told you I don't want to be

a part of this.

Max: It's too late. You already are.

Yuma: I am not, and I will not.

[Max sighs] Can you at least call her?

Yuma: If I call her and she answers the phone,

she's gonna tell the president. Then what?

Max: Can you at least just go to her store...

Yuma: Damn it, Max. Max: and do some recon?

Come on. You're a soldier.

Yuma: You pulling that card?

Max: Is it working? Yuma: No.

Now you have to leave me alone.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

Kyle: Sir?

Hunter: You ever shot anybody?

Kyle: Yes, sir.

Hunter: What's that like? I mean...

kill someone?

Kyle: Well, sir, you tell me.

Hunter: The ... you just say to me?

Kyle: I'm sorry. Hunter: Listen to me,

you disposable, little shitbird.

Next person who talks back to me like that,

I'm gonna ... end them. You understand me?

Kyle: Of course, sir. I'm so sorry

for my lack of judg-- Hunter: Yeah, what do you want?

Kyle: Sir, we need to get into your room.

Hunter: Why? Kyle: Sir, we need to

remove that mattress. Hunter: You know what?

Kyle: Sir, I--sir-- Hunter: Victoria has--

are you talking over me?!

That's ... twice.

Kyle: Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir.

Hunter: What? What do you want?

Victoria has a plan.

Kyle: Well, sir, I think

when the two agents cleared your room,

they noticed the mattress.

[Hunter sighs] This nightmare never ends.

Fine. Go deal with it.

Kyle: Yes, sir.

[Clears throat]

Hunter: Did I dismiss you?

Kyle: No, sir.

[Clears throat]

Hunter: All right. Now we got some protocol.

Dismissed.

Get the ... out.

Kyle: Sir. [Sniffs, clears throat]

[Door closes]

Kareem: Hey, Sharon, I'm gonna grab lunch, OK?

You just want the usual?

Sharon: Yeah, that's fine.

Kareem: All right, I'll be back. Sharon: All right.

Kareem: All right.

[Knocking on metal] Sharon: We're closed!

I said we're cl--

Sam: You sure? Sharon: Hey.

Sam: Hey. Sharon: What's going on, Mr. Sam?

Sam: How are you?

Sharon: I'm OK. How are you?

Sam: I'm good.

Sharon: Good. Sorry for the mess. Heh!

Sam: Is this what Barry did?

Sharon: Yeah. I guess you heard.

Sam: Yes. Yes, I did.

I also heard about the reason

as to why he did it.

Is it true?

Sharon: I didn't mean to. Sam: Ah, no,

honey, this is not your fault.

I'm just asking, is what I heard true?

Sharon: Yeah.

Sam: And you were with Kareem?

Sharon: Yes.

Sam: Is he here?

Sharon: No, he went to go grab lunch.

He should be back in about a half-hour.

Sam: OK. I need to talk to him.

Sharon: About what?

Sam: Ah...heh!

Want to talk to him about dropping the charges

against Barry.

Sharon: Oh. Huh. OK.

Sam: You don't think he'll do that?

Sharon: He's really, really mad right now,

especially about his store, so...

Sam: Oh. OK.

Well, do you think you can get him to drop the charges?

Sharon: I've asked him numerous times.

He's not trying to hear it.

Sam: Well, I can understand why.

Sharon: Yeah...

but I don't know.

After what Barry just did... [scoffs]

I just don't understand what's wrong with him.

Sam: I get it. I really do.

[Sharon sighs] Sam: You know?

Not having his daughter is just--

Sharon: Oh, I hear you.

Mr. Sam, that don't make us the enemy.

Sam: Who's "us"?

Sharon: Me and his father and his mother.

Sam: Yeah, I understand that, but

him walking up seeing you two together is...

Sharon: Hold on. Sam: Hold on, no, hold on.

Again, this is not your fault.

I'm just saying.

Sharon: How long are we supposed to sit around

and take this disrespect?

[Sam sighs] You say "we" and "us."

Sharon: Yeah.

Sam: Let's talk about you.

Sharon: Hmm! Well, me.

I can't do this anymore.

I mean, he's kicked me out of the house,

told me not to come back.

He's been giving me ultimatums.

I--I'm tired. I'm tired of it.

Sam: Sharon, I promise you I understand,

and I ain't coming down here to blame you.

I just want to help him.

Sharon: But does he appreciate the help

that you're trying to give him?

Sam: I'm sure he does.

Sharon: Are you sure? I mean, look at this place.

Sam: I see.

Sharon: I'm sorry. Sam: No, it's OK, it's OK.

Will you at least tell Kareem

I'd like to speak with him?

Sharon: I sure will.

He's not gonna drop the charges. I'm telling you.

Sam: I think you have more power over the situation

than you think.

Sharon: I don't know what that means,

but I'll talk to him for you.

Sam: OK. Well,

I'm gonna go grab me some lunch.

I'll come back. Can I get you anything?

Sharon: No, I'm good. Thank you.

Sam: OK. I'll be back.

Sharon: All right.

[Sharon sighs]

Kyle: What are you doing in there?

Max: None of your business.

Kyle: That's the video server-- Max: I know what it is.

Kyle: Then you know you shouldn't be in there.

Max: I have clearance. Kyle: You had clearance, Max.

You're no longer on Eagle.

Max: Kyle, go away.

Kyle: You were trying to get information

to harm the president.

Are you a spy, Maxwell?

Max: Shut the hell up.

Kyle: You must be. Why else would you be

in the video server room where files are archived?

Max: What the hell are you talking about?

You know I'm not a spy.

Kyle: Well, that's what I'll tell the DOJ.

Max: Kyle, get out of my face.

[Kyle sniffs] Let me tell you something.

Max: No, you let me tell you something.

I know something happened to her.

Kyle: To who? Max: Denise.

Kyle: Who's Denise? Max: Really?

We're gonna play this game? Kyle: I don't know

what you're talking about. Max: Sure, you do.

You're on him, remember?

Kyle: You don't want to go down this road, Maxwell.

Max: Yes, I do.

Kyle: Your grave. [Sniffs]

Priscilla: Can I get you something, ma'am?

Victoria: Something to calm my nerves.

Priscilla: Yes, that was an ordeal.

[Chair scrapes on floor]

Victoria: Does that happen often?

Priscilla: No, ma'am, but you were

in great hands.

Victoria: So, you have confidence in these guys?

Priscilla: Oh, yes, ma'am.

Would you like some chamomile tea?

Victoria: Uh, y-yes, please.

Priscilla: Can I serve it to you in the great hall?

Victoria: No, no, I'll-- I'll take it here.

Lemon only.

Priscilla: Yes, ma'am.

Victoria: I was with a man today named Sam.

Of course you know him. Priscilla: Yes, ma'am.

Victoria: He seems like a very decent man.

Priscilla: Yes, he is.

Victoria: He gave me his coat a few times.

Priscilla: I know. He's a very good man.

Victoria: Do you know him well?

Priscilla: Well, I told you, ma'am.

He's my husband. Victoria: Yes.

Yes, that's right. Hence the flirtations.

Priscilla: Yes. Victoria: That must be some ordeal,

to have him taking care of me

while your life is in danger.

Priscilla: Well, he's very passionate about

doing a great job for you and your family.

Victoria: What's that like?

You working here together?

Priscilla: We're very respectful of each other's jobs.

Victoria: That's great.

How long have you been married?

Priscilla: 15 years.

Victoria: Wow. Priscilla: It's a blessing.

Victoria: Have you been faithful the whole time?

Priscilla: Yes, ma'am, of course.

Victoria: Has he? Priscilla: Without question.

Victoria: Ooh. You have no hesitation.

Priscilla: No, ma'am. I don't.

Victoria: That must be nice to say.

Priscilla: It is.

Victoria: Well, I can't.

Priscilla: I'm sorry.

Victoria: Oh, it's OK. It's life.

Thank you for the other day.

Priscilla: Oh, sure.

Victoria: I mean, Hunter and I

had a really bad night.

Priscilla: Oh, no need to explain.

Victoria: Do you and your husband

ever have a bad night?

Priscilla: Of course.

Victoria: How are they? What happens?

Priscilla: It's nothing. I mean, we don't really argue.

It's mainly one of us is tired

and the other one needs some attention.

Victoria: Does that happen often?

Priscilla: Do you really need to know this, ma'am?

Victoria: Well, you started, so...

Priscilla: Well, it's mainly me.

I'm tired and, don't get me wrong,

I love everything I do here.

But...

Victoria: Oh, I--I get it.

You're too tired to do the do.

Priscilla: Ma'am.

Victoria: No, I get it, I get it.

Well, I'm so happy that you two

have a lovely marriage.

Priscilla: Well, thank you, ma'am.

Victoria: It gives me hope

that one day, in another life, I will, too.

Priscilla: Yes, ma'am.

Victoria: I think I will have it in the great hall.

Priscilla: Yes, ma'am.

[Gas stove clicking]

Kyle: Let's get it. Here you go.

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

Kyle: We are removing your mattress, ma'am.

Victoria: No, you're not.

Kyle: Ma'am...

Victoria: I have not made a decision

if I like this new mattress or not.

Kyle: Well, your husband has decided

that he doesn't like it, ma'am.

Victoria: Did you not hear me?

Kyle: Ma'am, I think it's for the best.

Victoria: Put it down.

Kyle: Ma'am.

Victoria: What did I say?

Kyle: Yes, ma'am.

Victoria: Get the hell out of here.

[Kyle sniffs]

Victoria: Excuse me.

Kyle: Ma'am? Victoria: Do I detect

some attitude from you?

Kyle: No, ma'am.

Victoria: No, I think I do.

Kyle: No, ma'am, you don't.

Victoria: Hmm.

Get your skinny ass out of here.

Yuma: Frank, take a break.

Max.

OK.

Max: What? Yuma: I thought about it.

Max: OK. Yuma: I gave her a call

from the number I had, an office line.

Her voice mailbox was full.

Max: Then...you have to go over there.

Yuma: Max, something is wrong.

Max: I told you that. Yuma: No.

I looked her up online. She was found decapitated.

Max: What? Yuma: I couldn't print it,

obviously, but it was clearly staged.

Max: Local P.D.

Yuma: Virginia.

Max: Then we have to talk to them.

Yuma: This is dangerous. You know that.

Max: I know. It's what we do.

Yuma: You have contacts in Langley?

Max: It's too soon for that. We need evidence first.

Yuma: All the evidence we need is upstairs.

Max: I know.

Yuma: How are we gonna get the mattress?

Max: Carefully.

Yuma: You'll track it?

Max: It hasn't moved. Yuma: Good.

Max: But what about her store?

Yuma: What about it?

Max: When I was there, I saw a safe

behind the counter.

Yuma: Someone has already taken that safe,

whoever did it, and probably

wiped the counters, too.

Max: I would be on some of that footage.

Yuma: OK. I'll go take a look.

Max: Here.

[Keys jingle]

Yuma: What are these?

Max: Key to the front door of the store.

Yuma: How'd you get them?

Max: He gave them to me.

Can't prove that he bought it for her,

but I'm sure he did.

Yuma: OK.

I'll let you know what I find out.

[Keys jingle] Max: Stay alert.

Yuma: I always do.

[Knocking on door] Donald: Come in.

Kyle: Sir, do you have a moment?

Donald: Cut the formalities. We are alone.

Kyle: We have a couple problems.

Donald: OK, then fix it.

Kyle: You don't want to know what they are?

Donald: Go on.

Kyle: Well, she won't let me take the mattress.

Donald: Bitch. Kyle: Yeah.

Donald: She is up to something. Kyle: Hmm.

Yeah, and that's not the worst of our problems.

Donald: What? Kyle: Max.

He went into the server room and he looked at all the tapes

leading up to and after her arrival.

[Donald sighs]

Do you think he's up to something?

Kyle: I don't know.

Choir boy. He wants to be a patriotic soul.

Donald: Hmm, or take you down, huh?

Kyle: That, too. [Donald sighs]

Kyle, you just like making enemies. I don't know what to say.

Kyle: Yeah, well, what fun is life without them?

Donald: Well, just be really careful.

Kyle: What are you trying to say?

Donald: I'm trying to say just be really careful.

Kyle: Look, we have to protect him.

Donald: Yeah, I know. Even from her.

Kyle: Yeah, well, you know we can't touch her.

[Donald sighs]

Yeah, I know, but we have to figure this thing out.

Kyle: Guess I could, uh,

I could go and just force her to give it to me.

Donald: You know she won't let that happen.

Kyle: Suggestions?

Donald: You know what? Take care

of this Max and Yuma thing, OK?

Kyle: Yes, sir.

Donald: But make it look--

Kyle: I--I got it. I got it, sir.

Donald: Kyle, they are agents. Kyle: Sir.

Donald: OK.

Kyle: I'll see you later.

[Man sighs] Whew. Any calls?

Woman: Yes. Roland and Diana called.

The judge moved the case until May.

Man: Well, that's great. Woman: And your wife called.

She needed you to pick up your son.

Man: How am I supposed-- Woman: I have your aunt doing it.

Man: Thank you. Woman: And...this.

Man: What's this? Woman: Read it.

Man: She wants to emancipate from her parents.

Does she have money?

Woman: Look closely.

Man: Yeah.

Woman: Brian, the name.

Brian: Gayle...wait.

Is this the president's daughter?

[Woman snaps fingers] Well? Brian: Get out of here!

Woman: Oh, hold on.

Brian: Don't waste my time with this.

Woman: I wouldn't waste your time with this. You know that.

Brian: Then why would you bring this to me?

Woman: I called her. It sounds like her.

Brian: Kathy. Kathy: I asked her to call me.

She called me from a line at the White House.

Brian: That can be faked. Kathy: Then she FaceCalled me

from her bedroom.

Monuments in the window.

Brian: What? [Kathy laughs] I'm telling you.

Brian: Get her on the phone.

Kathy: You have to email her

and she will call you.

Brian: Are you serious?

Kathy: I'll email her.

Brian: Thank you. Kathy: Mm-hmm.

Hunter: Next on "The Oval"...

Gayle: I want to emancipate from my parents.

Brian: Is there a reason? Gayle: Where do I start?

Victoria: How the hell did she get in touch

with this ambulance chaser?

Sam: I was wondering if you would

consider dropping the charges.

Kyle: Can I talk to you, Max?

I want to tell you everything.

Max: Get away from me. Sam: The gun was found

at the crime scene, and if Barry says

that he let that person borrow his car, then he can walk.

Nancy: You just gonna let somebody else

take the blame for what he did?

Victoria: Why is my bedroom door open?

Jason: Secret Service must've left it open.

Victoria: What? Hunter: I haven't met you.

Have a seat. Tell me all about yourself.