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- He killed my mother.

His ass is going to prison.

- FEMALE NARRATOR: Previously on "The Oval..."

- You will not send me away!

I will stay here and you will like it!

- Let me explain something to you.

He's using you. You're a piece of ass.

- I can go home. - What?

- I'm not pregnant.

If I was, it's no way it's yours.

- She's in bed with the Chief of Staff.

She can help us bring down the whole damn administration.

- Have you seen the First Lady at all?

- No.

- Why don't you take care of their room, I'll do the son's.

- What are you doing in my room?

I asked you a question.

- [clears throat] I was just cleaning your room, sir.

- Is that your job?

- No, but we all help out around here.

- Really? - Yes.

I know Jean normally cleans up your room,

but no one can seem to reach her.

- She doesn't. - Yes, she does.

Unless it's evening turndown.

- Well, I haven't really noticed that.

- Have you seen her?

- No.

- Mm.

It's just not like her to not call in or show up for work.

- Yeah.

Well, I know she's having trouble with her boyfriend.

- And how do you know that?

- I know that because she said it.

- To whom?

- Are you questioning me?

- Yes. I am.

- Wow, okay, and, uh...

what makes you think that you can do that?

- I was really just asking, because I know

how much you liked her.

- No, I didn't.

- Oh, you didn't? - No.

- Well, that's what she said.

- Well, then she lied.

- I see.

- Yeah.

And I'm the First Son of the presidential family.

You should not be questioning me.

- You're right.

I stand corrected.

- Yeah, that was out of line.

- Well, your room seems pretty clean.

- Sure is.

- [sniffs] All except that... faint odor

that's in the air.

Any idea what that could be?

- No.

- Are you sure?

- Well, I left some dirty clothes in here, you know, um,

it could be that.

- Uh, I see.

- Hey, where are you going?

- Well, I'm gonna go finish cleaning the bathroom.

- No, I--I can do it.

- No, no, sir, it's fine, really.

- No, you just don't listen, do you?

- But of course.

But our job here is to make sure that you are really comfortable.

- Yeah, well, don't do that, okay?

- I'm gonna finish the bathroom.

- No, lady!

- MAN: Ladies and gentlemen, the President and First Lady.

- ♪ Feels like I'm running out of time ♪

♪

♪ You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine ♪

♪ Not really sure where we're headed to ♪

- MAN: Stand by.

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

- You wanted to see me, ma'am?

- Yes, I, um...I wanted to apologize to you.

- ♪

- No need, ma'am.

- No, I think there is.

- Ma'am, it's fine.

- ♪

- Thank you.

- I'm sorry to hear about your mother, ma'am.

- I have to start planning her funeral.

- Sure.

- My father would do it, but he's not well.

- I'm sorry to hear that, ma'am.

- You've heard of my father?

- Well, yes, ma'am.

He's a great man, a living legend.

- So you've met him?

- Only through books.

- Yes, he's a great man.

- Well, if there's, uh, anything that we can do for you, ma'am,

please let us know.

- Well, there is. Agent Yuma.

- Yes.

- She's dead.

- Yes, ma'am.

- What happened?

- We're not quite sure, ma'am. We're still investigating.

- Mm.

Well, I'm told that she and Agent Max

were seeing the same woman.

- I don't know anything about that, ma'am.

- You don't know, or you don't believe it?

- I don't know, ma'am.

- Mm, well, you need to know that I'll need

a new lead person.

- Oh, yes, you did mention that, ma'am.

- And I want that to be you.

- Well, I'm not quite sure that's possible, ma'am.

- Well, why not?

- I run the department.

- So that's a demotion for you?

- No, no, ma'am, it would be my honor.

- Hmm.

Then what's the problem?

- Well, um, I manage 17 employee personnel, ma'am,

and my role is pretty senior.

- [chuckles] Are you turning me down, Sam?

- No...ma'am, I'm just saying that, uh,

that kind of decision will have to come from higher up.

- ♪

- Well, does it get any higher than the First Lady?

- No, ma'am.

You and your husband are at the top.

- Yes, we are.

So, let's discuss this.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Have a seat.

- I'd rather stand-- - Sit.

- Ma'am. Yes, ma'am.

- Look, lady!

Can you get out of my room, please, okay?

- Yes.

- Okay, and don't come back in here, alright?

- Yes, sir.

- ♪

- And, Priscilla?

When you do see Jean, tell her I know what she said

about her boyfriend.

- I'm sorry?

- Well, you know, I...I don't like to gossip.

- Oh, of course.

- But...when my sister was in the trunk of her car,

she heard her arguing on the phone with her boyfriend.

And he was very...

very violent to her.

- On the phone?

- Oh, yeah.

I mean, you'll have to ask my sister.

- I'll do that.

Thank you.

- Now can you get out of my room?

Pretty please?

- You want to let me go?

- ♪

- Thank you.

- ♪

- [bang]

- ♪

- [laughing]

Oh, hi.

- Oh, no, no, no, don't get up.

- ♪

- Were you coming out of my son's room?

- Yes, ma'am.

- What were you doing in there?

- I was helping out.

- Mm, and is he in there?

- Yes.

- Why were you helping out?

- Well, we are a little short staffed today, ma'am.

It seems one of our beloved staffers has disappeared

into thin air.

- What? - Yes.

- Who?

- Her name is Jean, ma'am.

She is-- - Ah, yes, yes, yes,

that young maid. - Yes, the housekeeper.

- Ooh, look at you with your titles.

Just so you know, housekeeper's a maid.

- ♪

- Yes, ma'am.

- And did you think she was in there?

- No.

As I said, I was helping out.

- I see.

- Can I get you anything?

- Yes, I would like some tea, please.

- That will be my pleasure.

And you, Sam?

- I'm on duty.

- Well, you look a little relaxed to be on duty.

- Oh, get him a beer.

No, tequila. - I'm sorry.

- Shot of tequila. - I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't.

- Why not?

- I'm on duty.

- [laughs] I'm just kidding.

Oh, this husband of yours is so formal.

- Not sitting down he's not.

- Girl.

Does this bother you?

- No, ma'am.

Not my department.

- Oh, that's right.

Because you belong in the kitchen.

You're a cook.

No, I'm sorry, head chef.

Oh, wait, no, is it--is it executive chef, Sam?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Ah. [chuckles]

- ♪

- Yes, ma'am.

I'll get that tea for you right away.

- Thank you, darling.

- No, it's my pleasure.

- ♪

- She's a bit jealous, isn't she?

- No, ma'am.

- Oh, come on, don't tell me you don't see it.

- Ma'am, I really need to be getting back downstairs.

- Oh, there's just a few more things that I'd like to discuss,

okay?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Okay, now, where were we?

- [indistinct mumbling]

Lord.

- ♪

- Barry!

Barry!

- ♪

- Yeah, Ma? - Why you didn't tell me?

- Tell you what?

- That Sharon was pregnant.

- Sharon is...what?

- Uh, yeah, it sure ain't mine.

Oh, no, Barry.

You didn't know?

- No, I didn't know.

- Oh, son, I'm sorry.

- She--she didn't tell me.

- Well, maybe she was just waiting to surprise you.

- Maybe she didn't want me to know.

- What? Why is that?

- ♪

- Maybe it's Kareem's baby.

- What? - No, maybe it is.

- That ain't true.

- Well, how would I know that, Ma?

- I mean, I did see them having sex on the counter.

- Son, that ain't true. - How would I know that?

- That girl loves you.

- So love keeps you from cheating, Ma?

- Barry? - No, you did it to Dad.

- Barry...I have had enough of this.

- Okay.

- Barry, where--where are you going?

- I gotta go. - Okay, Barry, wait.

- What? What? What, Ma?

- I need you to go down to the funeral home with me for Picky.

- Ma, I do not have time for this right now.

- Well, I don't wanna go by myself.

- When are you going?

- Well, I just wanted to go in a little bit.

- Look, I will take you when I get back, okay?

- Barry, where are you going?

- I need to go talk to Sharon.

- Okay, Barry, don't--don't start.

- Start what?

- Don't go down there with no foolishness on that girl's job.

- Ma, I'm just going to talk to her.

- Barry, you're going down to that funeral home with me

to help me take care of your cousin.

- Oh, we still on this cousin thing?

- Barry-- - No, 'cause you--you

mean my brother, right?

- Barry, I'm not going into this.

- Why don't you just tell us who the father is?

- [sighs] Barry, I can't.

- Why not, Ma?

- ♪

- I just can't.

- I mean...do you know who the father is?

- ♪

- I will slap the hell out of you.

- Mother, I'm not trying to be disrespectful, I just--

- Well, you are.

- Look, I'm sorry, alright?

And I get it.

You were young once, Dad was away for years.

You got lonely.

That's human, that's not malicious.

And then, knowing you, you would never get an abortion, right?

- No, no, I wouldn't.

- So why don't you just tell him?

- I can't.

- Wait.

- What?

- Maybe that's why she didn't tell me.

Maybe she's thinking about getting an abortion.

- Barry, she didn't say that.

- I--I gotta go talk to her. - Barry--

- What? I need to go talk to her, Ma.

- Just-- - I'll be back.

- Please, stop! - I will be back!

- Barry, you do not need to go over there!

- ♪

- Freda, I am telling you, I was laying in that hospital bed,

all I could think about was you. - Oh, really?

- No, I could not wait to see your face.

- [laughs] - No, I'm serious.

- Well, hello.

- Hey, what's up?

Look, I'm telling you the truth.

- BOTH: [laughing]

- You need to stop it. - No, I don't wanna stop.

- Yes, stop it, Richard.

Isn't there something you need to be doing, Freda?

- Yes. Thank you.

- Can you go do it? - Yes, ma'am.

- Hey, I'll see ya later? - FREDA: Yes.

- [laughs]

- Richard? - [sighs] What?

- You wanna tell me what that was about?

- Oh, I am taking her on a date.

- Are you now? - Yes.

- And what will your wife have to say about that?

- She doesn't get a say.

- Oh, no? - No.

- Is there something you wanna share?

- [chuckles] Nope.

But I am sure there is something you want to.

- I hope you know what you're doing.

- I do.

- Okay. - [chuckles]

- But know that I don't think this is wise.

- [sighs] Thank you for your counsel.

- ♪

- I know what happened, Richard.

- I know.

I'm sure she told you.

- Yes, she did.

- About Picky?

- Yeah.

Yeah, she told me how angry you are.

- Well, then you know I have the right to.

- Yeah, I get it.

- Good.

- But you have to understand.

She would never hurt you.

- Yeah, well, she did.

- Deliberately?

- Oh, you don't--you don't think sleeping with someone

and not telling me is not deliberate?

- That was a long time ago.

- Oh, well, she can't tell me who the father is.

- Okay. - Oh.

- Okay.

- Wait.

Do you know?

- No, I don't know.

- ♪

- Are you sure?

- Yes, I do not know.

- ♪

- You wouldn't tell me anyway.

- Richard.

- [sighs]

- All I'm gonna say is, you have to be careful with this.

- Yeah, I hear ya.

- These workplace relationships--

- I hired you, and trained you.

- Hey, hey, I'm not the enemy here.

- Well, stop acting like it.

- How am I acting like it?

- Get her to tell you the truth.

- How am I supposed to do that?

- I have to go.

- Richard!

- [birds chirping]

- [phone ringing]

- So?

- It's taken care of.

- Okay.

- I'm stopping by the house for lunch.

Do you have time to stop by?

- No, no, no, I've got too much to do here.

I gotta take care of this.

- You sure?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm sure.

- Okay.

- Hey, any--any word on Diane?

- I've got someone on her.

- Okay, well, what's she been up to?

- At home, no calls, nothing.

- You know what? I'm gonna try and call her.

- Okay, but she's not gonna fall for the bait.

- Oh, oh, Agent Flint,

you forget I can be very persuasive.

- Yes, you can be. You are a charmer.

- Alright, let me call this doctor, okay?

- Okay. Well, I'm just pulling up to our house anyways, so--

- Whoa, wait, you're at my house?

- I'm at our house.

- DONALD: [sighs] Why?

- Just here to drop off a few more things.

- Okay, you know what? I think we should just talk--

- She's not coming back.

- Yeah, I know that.

- Okay, so this is fine.

- Okay, what do the staffers think, huh, Kyle?

- Will you just trust me, please?

I mean, I'm tired of all this.

We need something more healthy than just our sex life.

Let's get into a healthy relationship already.

- You know what, hey, let's talk about it, okay?

- [sighs] That's your way of saying no.

- No, that's my way of saying let's talk about it.

When are you coming back?

- Right after lunch.

- Hurry. - Does that mean you miss me?

- Just hurry.

- I think you do.

- What have I done?

- Is that my husband you're talking to?

- What?

- Surprise.

- What are you doing here?

- I decided to come home.

- Did you now?

- Yes.

- [chuckles] Good.

It's good.

- Oh, you don't mean that.

- No, it's good to see you, Lilly.

- Are those your things?

- Yes, they are.

- Well, why don't you put them over there with the others?

- You put my things in a trash bag?

- Yes, I did.

They don't belong here.

- You don't belong here.

- Oh, see, that's where you're wrong, honey.

I do.

My money paid for half of this place.

- Lilly-- - Get out.

- What are you up to?

- I don't know what you mean.

- Just what the hell I said. What are you up to?

- I have no idea what you're referring to.

- Did you go to the FBI?

- You would know that, wouldn't you?

- Then where've you been?

- Kyle, I'm not telling you shit.

- You know-- - What?

- ♪

- Come on.

- I see.

- Yeah.

Tell me what you see.

- ♪

- I see.

- ♪

- Oh and, um, don't forget your trash bag.

- ♪

- [sighs]

- ♪

- [phone ringing]

- Mr. Winthrop's office.

- KYLE: Put him on the phone. - I'm sorry?

- KYLE: This is Kyle, put him on the phone.

- I'm sorry, sir, he's in with the president.

- Damn it.

- Take a message.

- No, I'm on my way there.

- ♪

- So what happened to you?

- You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

- Try me.

- Lilly shot me.

- What? - Yep.

- And how the hell did that happen?

- Paid to mark.

- Mark her?

- Yeah. Track her, get a little intel,

you know, get in and out, clean.

- What? - [grunts]

Yeah.

Somehow...I really started liking her.

- I hate it when that happens.

- Crazy, right?

- Yeah, it is.

- Who paid you?

- The same guy that shot you.

- Kyle?

- ♪

- Why?

- He hates her and he's sleeping with her husband.

- Chief of Staff?

- Yeah. - Wow.

- Crazy, right?

- Yep.

It's quite the tangled web, isn't it?

- Yeah, it is.

And Kyle shot you and Agent Yuma in Denise's store.

- That's right.

- We gotta take him down.

- Yeah, we do.

How you healing up?

- I'm good.

You?

- Better every day.

- That's good.

[groans]

- ♪

- What you got, cowboy?

- Tell me what you know about Kyle?

- You tell me what you know about him.

- He tried to kill me.

- He tried to kill me too.

- No, he hired you.

- He's young like you, cap.

I know how to work both sides and the middle.

- You see, that's exactly what bothers the shit out of me.

- Mm, why is that?

- You know him.

- You know him, too.

- Not like you do.

Talk.

- Military.

We served together.

- Go on.

- Went on to join the Secret Service together.

- You see, you're talking right now,

but you're not saying a whole lot.

- You see, Kyle, he's a wildcard.

When we were 20 years old, we got really drunk

and I let him go down on me.

Is that what you wanna know, Max?

- Do you love him?

- [laughs] You're funny.

- Is that funny? - Yeah, it is.

- See, I thought it was a good question.

He is sleeping with the Chief of Staff.

- Yeah, but I'm here with his wife.

- Not anymore, are you?

- Okay.

Alright.

You wanna shoot me?

Go ahead.

- I may, if you don't tell me what's really going on.

- You've been trained to use your instincts, Agent.

I suggest you do what you gotta do.

- Just don't forget...I can kill you anytime I want.

- Well, you won't have to, because we're on the same team,

my friend. - [chuckles]

No, we're not.

I never got head from Kyle.

- [chuckles] Well, you ain't missing nothing.

- I--I really don't care to know.

- Trust is a hard thing, Max.

Believe me, I know.

But whether you like it or not, we are in this together.

And I don't like it no more than you do.

- I might need some time on that.

- Well, you take all the time you need.

She should have called by now.

- Oh, Donald.

- Okay, so-- - I don't know, man.

- Will you just relax, okay?

- I'm trying.

- You know what? Let me refresh your drink, huh?

- I got a drink, Donald.

That's not gonna help.

My son just killed three people, my daughter is...

God knows where.

- What happened, sir?

- Victoria's parents.

- O...kay.

Where did they take her?

- I don't know.

I just need-- - What do you need, sir?

Tell me what you need, 'cause I will get it for you.

- I need Denise.

Can you, um...can you get me, Denise, Donald?

- I'm sorry, sir.

- You just--you don't get it.

- Get what, sir? Tell me, tell me, what don't I get, hmm?

- ♪

- When I was...having sex with Denise,

I felt...

powerful.

- Well, sir, you are the President of the United States.

- ♪

- And? - DONALD: Which means...

you are powerful, hmm?

- ♪

- I'm a -- pawn.

- No, no, no, sir.

- Yeah, Donald, I'm, uh, I'm just here to do

Victoria's parents' bidding.

- Okay, sir, listen-- - No, listen to me.

I want to do what I wanna do.

- Okay, now I need you to listen to me.

Okay?

You've been in this position for some time now.

If you really wanna flex that power,

let's start scheduling some meetings, huh?

- Uh, that bitch went in that press room

just went crazy. - No, no, no, sir,

I need you to focus, okay?

- Are you saying I'm not focused?

- No, what I'm saying is that we should start scheduling

some meetings, appointing new cabinet members,

thereby gaining more power, hmm?

Sir, who are you calling?

Who are you calling, hmm?

- Yeah, come see me.

- Sir?

Sir. - You can leave, Donald.

- Sir, we have got to schedule these meetings, sir, okay?

We've been waiting-- - Well, just--just--you

can leave, Donald. - No, sir--

- Donald.

I'm not gonna say it again.

You can leave.

- ♪

- You wanted to see me, sir? - No, no, you--

- I just called her, Donald. - Sir, sir.

- Donald, you can leave.

I'm not gonna say it again.

- Yes, sir.

- ♪

- Is that a bruise under your hair?

- No.

- Ellie, what is that?

- Nothing.

- Somebody hurt you? - No.

I was texting and I walked into a door.

It's kind of embarrassing, I thought I covered it, so...yeah.

- ♪

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

- Alright.

Well, come here.

What?

- I told you this was on my terms.

- Yeah, yeah, whatever.

I'm really stressed, come on.

- Then have that drink, Hunter.

I'm not your whore.

- [scoffs] Lillie.

- Ellie.

- Are you serious? - Yes.

- If I wanted to be in an argument,

I'd be upstairs with my wife.

- Oh. Okay.

- Mm-hmm. Mm.

Oh, you think you got this job because you're super smart

and spunky and have a real grasp of geopolitical--

- [knocking at door] - What?

- ♪

- Donald, get out of here.

- Come on, get up, let's go.

- Do not--Donald, you are trying my patience now.

- Go, you have everything you came in with?

- Yes. - You got your underwear?

Do you have your underwear? - Yes, sir.

- Okay, thank you, goodbye, you can thank me later, goodbye.

- What the -- was that?

- You're not doing this, sir? - Doing what?

- That little girl, she would get pissed,

and she would bring this whole place down,

do you understand? - No, she won't.

- I said you're not doing it.

Now get up.

We're going to a cabinet meeting.

- Donald.

- I said get yourself up right now.

- I gotta zip my fly.

Don't want the cabinet...to be embarrassed.

- ♪

- Hey, come on. - Allan, I don't wanna talk--

- Come on, come here. Come here.

- ♪

- Listen, what did he say? - Nothing.

- So you believed him?

- Leave me alone, Allan.

- You believed that he really was in love with you?

- Will you stop it?

- [scoffs] I--I told you.

Alright. - Told me what?

- That that man does not care about you.

- I know that. - Oh, great, okay.

You know it now.

She knows it now, everybody. - ELLIE: Allan.

- Alright, look, you're brainwashed.

- And you're an asshole. - Me? [laughs]

Okay, I'm the asshole.

- You're just jealous, Allan.

Can't stand the fact that somebody else actually wants me.

- Is that why you're coming down the hallway with that look

on your face? Hmm?

'Cause he really wants you?

Ellie, you're -- crazy.

- Yeah, well, he's better than you, okay?

- What are you doing? - Allan, I--

I don't want you, okay? - Come on,

why are you doing this to us?

- I--maybe--maybe we just need to call this what it is,

okay, Allan? Maybe he-- - What's that?

- You were my ticket, and I was your trophy,

and that's all we ever were.

- You don't mean that, huh?

You're really gonna tell me that right now?

- Allan, please.

- You just wanna hurt me.

That's it, right?

- I just wanna hurt you?

Wow, Allan.

Why didn't I think of that, huh?

That's really what you think this is about?

You're more of an asshole than I thought.

- [scoffs] I don't know why we can't just sit down

and talk about this.

- I'm gonna leave now.

- Can we please just talk?

- ♪

- Have a good day, sweetheart.

- ♪

- [sighs]

- Now that's what I will expect.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Do you have somewhere to be?

- Well, ma'am, we've been sitting here

for more than an hour.

- Yes, we have.

And she has still not brought me that tea!

- I'll check on it, ma'am. - No, no, I'll go.

- Ma'am? - Yes?

- I will check on it. - Wow.

I love it.

- What's that, ma'am?

- How you take charge.

- Well, thank you, ma'am.

- You know it's hard for a woman like me,

who's strong-willed, to take a direction from anyone,

especially a man.

- Well, I'm sorry, ma'am.

- No, no, I like it.

And call me Victoria.

- I'll be right back, ma'am.

- Victoria.

- Victoria. - Okay.

- ♪

- [laughs]

- Sir.

- Hey.

Have you seen Priscilla?

She was supposed to bring tea to the First Lady.

- Oh, no, well, she just made some, I'll bring it.

- Oh, no, no, no.

Can you make some more?

- Um, sure.

- Okay.

- Sam, are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Okay. - Hey, can you bring it?

I'll tell her you're remaking it.

- Okay. - Thanks.

And wash the teapot, clean it really well, okay?

- Okay. - Thanks.

- Hey. Sam, what's going on?

- Nothing.

It's good to have you back.

I gotta get back upstairs.

- ♪

- [door slams shut]

- [knocking at door] - Yeah, come in.

- [sighs] Hi. - So?

- I need to talk to you.

- Okay, what is it?

- I should have taken her out.

- Taken who out, Kyle?

- Lilly. - What?

- She's back at your house, yeah.

- Are you serious? - Yes.

And I should have killed her.

- Why didn't you?

- Because she has help too, and I don't know

who it is. - No, I don't think Lilly--

- It could be the DOJ or the FBI, Donald.

- Okay, relax, okay, 'cause if it was, we'd know.

You know how that goes, right?

- Well, why else would she come back?

- I don't know, but I will find out.

- [sighs] I don't like it.

- Just relax.

- ♪

- Why are you so calm about this?

- Because I know that you know that these are

all his appointees.

So it's fine.

- I don't know that. - Kyle...

look, could you just tell me about the girl's body

that was in the trunk, hmm?

- I got it done.

- Look, Kyle, I don't want another Max situation,

you understand me? I don't want--

- Look, this will be fine.

- Yeah, you say that, but you know what happens

when you're not thorough. - Sir?

- What is it, Allan? - Wife is on line three.

- Okay.

- I'll put her through, sir.

- You've got to be kidding me.

- Hello.

- How are you?

- I should be asking you that, now, shouldn't I?

- Well, I thought about it, and...

I don't wanna lose everything that we've built.

- Really happy to hear you say that.

- I will not say a word. - Thank you.

- But there are some things that I need from you.

- Anything.

- Kyle cannot be around me.

Ever.

- Done.

- And I don't want you to help me with my career anymore.

Donald, that is the only thing that I have, okay?

- I get it, okay?

- Okay.

- So where are you?

- I'm at home.

- Okay, well, would you like to have a glass of wine later?

- LILLY: Yes.

- Well, I'll come home right after I get off.

- Okay.

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

[scoffs] And that pisses me off.

- What the hell?

- I guess she's home, huh?

- What did she say?

- She said that she'll play the game.

- [laughs] No. - Kyle.

- She is setting you up.

- Okay, how could she be doing that, huh?

- As I said, she probably went to the FBI or the DOJ.

- And as I said, if she did, I would know that, right? Right?

- ♪

- She's up to something, clearly.

- Okay, whatever she's up to will clearly get her killed.

- I don't like it. - Hey, hey, hey, hey,

just relax, okay? Hey, listen to me, it's fine.

Okay? It's fine. - It is not fine, Donald.

She is up to something.

- Why can't it be that she just realizes how good she has it?

- Yeah, okay.

Well, I will appreciate that when I know where she's been

for the past few days.

- And I will get her to tell me, okay?

Calm down, alright?

Too urgent. [laughs]

- ♪

- She will lie to you. - And I will know it.

- Donald-- - DONALD: Hey--

- Please, Donald, please, don't do this to us.

- Kyle, listen to me, okay?

I--we...need her, okay?

Besides, she can never, ever love me

the way that you do, okay?

Come here.

- ♪

- Uh.

- What the-- - Uh, I'm sorry, sir.

- VICTORIA: Next on "The Oval..."

- Tell me what you saw.

- I didn't see anything, sir.

- Dr. Meadows is a respected psychologist, sir.

- When did doctors get so beautiful?

- You don't have something that you want to tell me?

- What are you talking about now?

- When were you gonna tell me you was pregnant?

- And the First Lady, she asked me to be her new lead guy.

I'm thinking about taking it.

- You do what's best for you.

- So you forgive me?

- I'll think about it. - Come on.

- We need to go to your house. - Look, why?

- Something's off.

- If she don't call me within the next 30 minutes,

I'm going out there. - I'm with you.

- ♪

- ♪