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- LILLY: I can go home. I can get information.

- MAN: Previously on "The Oval"...

- Donald called me and wants to meet with me.

So I'm going to the White House.

- KYLE: Tell me what you saw. - I didn't see anything, sir.

- Is it mine? - Who else would be the father?

- VICTORIA: She won't be able to help that creepy little bastard.

- Does this upset you? - KYLE: What are you doing?

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

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

- You're working with someone,

and I'm gonna find out who it is.

- Kyle? I will not warn you again.

- Mm-hmm.

I heard you the first seven times.

- Do not...come near me. - Okay.

- Kyle? - Yes?

- I'm not gonna tell you again.

- Good, because I'm getting -- tired of it!

- All right? Just leave.

- Not until you tell me what you're doing in here.

- That's none of your business. - Yes, it is.

- And how you figure that? - Because I love him.

- [laughs]

Whoo! Get out.

- Tell me what you are looking for and what is on your phone!

- LILLY: Okay. - What were you looking for?

- Whoo! You need to watch your estrogen big time.

I was looking for our marriage license.

Okay? - Why?

- Now, Kyle, I don't need to tell you that.

- I think that you do.

- Fine. All right?

My lawyer wanted to see it.

- Why would he wanna see that?

- He wanted to see that and our prenup.

- Mm. Prenup? - Yeah.

- You have a prenup? - Yeah.

- That's--that's good to know.

Do you know how much I love him? - I don't care.

He's my husband.

- [laughs] That was really good.

- You know, you really--

- No, you really should know that I love him

and I would do anything to protect him.

- That is clear. - No.

I don't--I don't think you know how clear it is, girl.

I will kill for him.

- And so will I.

- Well, come on.

- You need to leave.

- Not until--

- Leave.

- Now, why did you have to go and do that?

- Don't come any closer.

- Okay. Okay.

But you know that I have one of them too, and...

mine's bigger.

- Yeah, and if you don't think I could put a big-ass bullet

in your jugular before you grab your gun,

then you're a fool, baby.

- Jugular? - Mm-hmm.

Because I know you're wearing a vest.

- Oh.

Okay. I'll give it to you. That's pretty good.

- Try me.

- You want to shoot me?

- Please come closer so that I may have an excuse.

- Mm. Just how exactly will you justify killing

a Secret Service Agent?

- Oh, easily. Come on.

- MAN: Ladies and gentlemen, the president and first lady.

- ♪ It feels like I'm running out of time ♪

♪

♪ You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine ♪

♪

♪ I'm not really sure where we're headed to ♪

♪

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

- ♪

- Okay.

- You want to try me?

Hm?

- Let me think about that. - Oh, please say yes.

- Oh, please. You got some real big balls, don't you?

- No. That'd be you. - Yes, yes, that is true.

If you had some, your husband might actually love you.

- Oh, please, come at me, baby, please.

- Lilly, I could take you out from here.

- Well, then, let's go, baby.

What the -- you waitin' for, huh?

- [laughs] Oh my god, you fascinate me.

You really, really do fascinate me.

- You are so full of shit. - No, no, I am serious.

You fascinate me, but it's, like- -it's in that train wreck kind of a way.

Do you know what they say about you?

- I don't care.

- Well, what they say is that you have no talent,

that you couldn't design your way out of a paper bag.

I mean, Donald hates your stuff, and he knows fashion.

He tells me how tacky it is all the time.

- Hm. - I mean, look at you.

You are so--you're sad and you're simple.

I mean, you knew! You knew that he was gay!

You only had sex with him three times in your entire marriage.

And you see?

You see, Lilly, he tells me everything, you know,

because he was so tired from our nights together.

I mean, what, you couldn't tell?

- Go for it, please!

Yeah. - Okay.

- Because I'd love to kill you,

you sick and twisted son of a bitch.

- Okay, okay, you win.

I will leave.

- Yeah, you go ahead and do that.

- Okay.

- If you come back in here, I swear to god I'll blow your

brains all over that -- wall!

- Yes, ma'am. - Yeah.

And then we'll see just how much Donald loves you then!

[chuckles] Yeah.

[pants]

[yells] -- !

- ♪

- -- phone work, please!

Ugh!

- BOBBY: How many you got?

- Two.

- [crickets chirping]

- There's a camera on that tree.

One on the front door and one in that right corner.

You see it?

- Yeah.

- You recognize those guys?

- Yeah.

Door guy is Lewis.

Weak.

- Perimeter guy?

- [sighs] I think his name is Mullins.

- Should we be worried?

- No, he's nothing.

We're good.

- Good.

- So...what's the plan here?

- I'll let you know once I get inside.

- Wait, whoa, hold on.

- What?

- You can make this really messy, is what.

- I know that. But Lilly is in there.

- [sighs] There's gotta be more to this story

than you're telling me.

- What are you talking about?

- I mean, all this for a mark?

You just met this woman.

- So?

This has never happened to you before?

- What?

- Meeting a woman and falling for her.

- No. - Bullshit.

- What? We're being honest here, right?

- Yeah, we are.

So this has never happened to you before?

Never? Not once?

- Sure, in high school.

And clearly in college. But that's it.

- Then you know exactly how I'm feeling.

- Look...I want Kyle. I wanna see him go down.

But to go in there blazing right now is a stupid mistake.

- What other choices do we have?

- [sighs] Look...

- What?

- My phone is scrambled. Check yours.

- Mine too.

- You see, they're doing that--

- Because they don't want her to call out.

- Exactly, they're watching-- - That's why we need to go in.

- No, look, I think she's fine, okay?

She's in there and she can't call

because she's being watched.

- He's not here.

- But they are.

- Look, I'm going.

- Won't you stop and let's just do some surveillance here?

- Surveillance? - Calm down.

- Surveillance? - Yeah.

- Are you scared? - Scared of what?

- Going in there and making those son of a bitches pay for

what they did. - What do I have to be afraid of

at this point, huh? Tell me that.

- You sure as hell acting like it.

- I'm acting like a guy who wants to bring down the bastards

that tried to kill him.

But the smart way.

- [sighs] Okay.

Fine, we'll do it your way. - Thank you!

'Cause I know you want that too, right?

To bring them down? - I said okay.

- Good shit.

- I'll just sit here and do absolutely nothing.

- And that is the smartest thing you've done today.

How does it feel? - And this is better?

- It is, you'll see.

- [sighs] - Just try.

Go with it.

- BOTH: [sighing]

- Thank you.

- Can I get anything for you, sir?

- No. Thank you.

- What time are you leaving?

- I was scheduled to leave now, ma'am.

Um, is there something I can do for you?

- No, but...I think there's something that my husband can do for you.

- ♪

- What?

- Yes, my husband would like to apologize to you.

- Victoria... - I'm so sorry.

He has a really hard time saying he's sorry.

- There's no need for that, ma'am.

- No, I think there is.

- Victoria. - What?

Tell the man you're sorry. You don't want your son to think

you're too big to apologize to a poor Black man now, do you?

What's he to think?

- ♪

- I don't care what you people do.

- Hunter?

- I am sorry if there was any confusion.

- Was that an apology? - Yeah, it was.

- You can't do any better than that?

- There's, uh--there's no need for that, ma'am.

- No, no, I think-- I think there is.

Hunter, tell him you're sorry.

- I did.

And I'm done.

- Okay.

Sam tells me that you found our daughter.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Would you like to apologize to him for that, too?

- What is this, Victoria? What is it?

- What? - What are you doing?

- This man has been here for many years, hm?

He's a fixture around here.

He's loved, respected, and adored.

And I think it's only fair that the damn president knows that

and apologizes to him.

- I do. And I said I was sorry.

- I'm sorry, Richard.

- Oh, it's, um--it's fine.

Really, um...

Is there anything else I can do for you?

- No, that'll be all. Thank you.

- Yes, ma'am. Sir.

- What the -- is wrong with you?

- That's what I ask myself every time I wake up looking at you.

- Your mother is a complete nightmare.

- Yeah, I know, she's a bitch.

- You know what? - Nothing.

- Exactly. So stay out of this.

Did it kill you to apologize, Hunter?

- I'd have apologized twice if it would kill you.

- Are we really gonna talk about killing

with Hannibal at the table?

- Oh my god, Victoria. - What?

- Is that what you're calling me now?

- Yes.

- Hey.

How did it go with the doctor?

- He scared the hell out of her.

- It was fine.

- Yeah? You like her?

- Sure. - You wanna kill her too?

- No, Mom.

I'm saving my next victim for someone far more notable.

- Was that referring to me?

- Do you think it is?

- I think yes.

He was referring to me, Hunter.

- Are you listening to yourself? - You know what?

Let me tell you something,

you little creepy son of that bitch over there.

You think you scare me?

You don't.

Please come at me. Please do.

You can play crazy all you want.

But I know crazier.

- Are you done?

- You act as if your 17-year-old son didn't just threaten me.

- Victoria, just give it a rest.

- Where is Gayle?

- The same place you're going if you ever threaten me again.

- See, she just won't let me try.

- Who--what are you talking about?

- You won't let me try to be normal, okay?

You wanna see me mad. - Okay, you know what?

You wanna let this little serial killer live here?

You do that.

I'm going to bed. I'm locking the door.

And I'll have the sword in my hand

ready to slice your little ass up if you come in.

- You know, I could kill her for us.

- Don't say that. - Why not?

Come on, we both hate her.

- Do not say that.

- Yeah, okay.

As long as she doesn't put me away.

- Look, we're getting you some help, all right?

- Hey, Dad? - Yeah?

- You wanna -- my doctor?

- What?

- Do you?

- She is here to help you, Jason.

- You didn't answer.

- No, I don't wanna -- your doctor.

- You know, it's okay. I, uh...I think you do.

I really want to, too.

Thank you so much for bringing her here.

I--I really, really do appreciate it.

May I be excused now?

- Yeah.

- ♪

- [sighs]

- You are something else. - Don't start with me.

- Who are you calling?

- Can I get Dr. Meadows on the line, please?

- She's not gonna be able to help that bastard.

- Shut up. - You know I'm right.

He belongs in a mental institution.

- Didn't your mother just die?

Why don't you go grieve?

- I am.

- You're smiling.

- I'm moisturizing, dear.

- [sighs] You're the worst.

- No, that demon seed of yours is the--

- Yes, Dr. Meadows. Hi, yeah, I wanted to, um,

ask you a couple questions about my son.

Tomorrow, if possible.

Yeah. No, that, um-- that works great.

Yes.

Of course the First Lady will be there.

Thank you very much.

- I'm not meeting with her. - Yes, you are.

- Hunter, she cannot help that creepy little bastard.

- That is your son.

- Hunter, he killed three people.

- All of whom you hated.

- Oh.

I didn't hate that little girl, Jean.

- He didn't give you time. You would've.

- But the world is a much better place

without that whore of yours in it. So...

- I have others.

- Yeah, I know that.

You have several.

- I'm glad you know that.

- And what you need to know

is that this shit show is still going on.

And you better get the right press secretary

to get it under control.

- Well, you better get your weight under control.

- -- you.

- And that is never gonna happen.

- Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

- Go to bed.

- Hunter, if that girl is still down there, I swear...

- What girl, Victoria?

- Okay. You just keep playing me small.

- Yes, ma'am, I will.

- Good, 'cause that's the only thing

I've been able to do with you for years.

- Oh.

- ♪

- [door shuts]

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- You...seem a little off today.

- [sighs] What does that mean?

- Off your game.

You're usually on it.

- Had a lot on my mind. Sorry.

- It's all good. - Are they, um--

- Yeah, yeah, they're--they're done.

- Okay.

Did that son say anything?

- What do you mean?

- Nothing.

- Okay. - [sighs]

- Hey, get this.

She made him apologize to me.

- Who?

The president? - Yes. [chuckles]

- Well, did he?

- Yes, he did, and he hated every moment of it.

- BOTH: [laughing]

- Well, good! I'm glad he finally did.

- Yes. Yes, that is-- that is good for her.

- Don't do that.

- What? - Don't!

- What did I do?

- Ain't nothing good from her.

She is not on our side.

- Okay. So...

What did I miss?

- Just watch your back.

- Okay, I got it.

- You know what? The night crew is on their way up.

They can finish this.

Let's get going, 'cause I got a couple stops to make.

- Yeah, me too.

I can go and get ready for my date.

- Richard! - What?

- What are you doing? - Cilla, I got this.

- You know she is sorry. - Don't want to hear it.

- Richard! - Mm-mm, mm-mm. Mm-mm.

[chuckles]

- ♪

- Alonzo? - Yes, sir?

- Did Jean sign out the other day?

- No, sir, she didn't.

- And you know that without checking?

- Well, I-- - What?

- Priscilla asked me to check, sir.

- And you did?

- I wouldn't have. I'm sorry.

- It's fine.

- Well, she was really worried.

- Yeah, I know how my wife is.

What did you find?

- She went up to the residence and never signed out.

- Pull up all of the footage on her.

- I did. And as I said, she went up and never went out.

- Is her car still in the lot?

- No. - Who drove it out?

- We have footage of her driving out.

- What? - Yeah.

- So she didn't sign out, but we see her driving out?

- Yes. - Okay. Hey.

Give me all the footage.

- Yes, sir. - And I wanna see it right away.

- Okay. Do you think something is wrong, sir?

- Just get it to me. - Yes, sir.

And congrats. - On what?

- I hear you're gonna be the new lead for FLOTUS.

- Don't. - What? It's a good thing.

- Don't. Don't say that.

Don't say that. I said don't.

I'll see you at home.

- Good night, Alonzo. - Night.

Did you need me to bring...anything?

Hey. - Is everything all right, there?

- What do you mean? - Nothing.

- Hey, uh...

I've been, uh, looking for you.

- Well, you know, it's just been a busy day.

- Have you seen the First Family?

- Yeah, I did.

- How was it?

- Like nothing ever happened.

- I see.

- He apologized.

- Did he? - Yes.

- Oh, that's good.

- Yeah, I guess.

- It is.

- You're always looking at the positive.

- I try to.

Hey-- - I gotta get out of here.

- Hey, listen, listen-- - No.

- I want to talk to you.

- If you want to talk about Nancy, I've got nothing to say.

- Man, come on, Richard. Now, listen.

I've known you since you two first met.

- I know. That's just going to bring up memories, so...

- What's going on?

- I gotta go. - Hey, you sure?

- Yes, yes, I'm leaving.

- All right, okay.

- ♪

- Where's my dinner?

- Wow, I am so sorry, sir.

- You forgot.

- I'm gonna call the kitchen right now.

- You know what, Allan?

I'd prefer you look me in the eye when you talk to me.

- Yes, sir. [clears throat]

- Do I make you uncomfortable all of a sudden?

- No, sir.

- That's good.

- Yes, sir.

- Okay, Allan, what's wrong with you, hm?

- [sighs, clears throat] I'm okay, sir.

- No, no, no, no, something's wrong

'cause you've been off all day. So tell me, what is it?

- I--I just didn't get much sleep last night, sir.

That's it. - DONALD: Why not?

- No reason, sir.

- Oh no, there's always a reason for not sleeping.

Trust me, I'm the king of that.

- BOTH: [laughing]

- Um...well, I just, uh--

- You're having lady problems?

No? - No.

- DONALD: You sure?

- I'm sure. - Wait, wait, wait, wait.

You're not still worried about her and the president, are you?

'Cause I told you it's not true, right?

- Yeah, I got ya.

- You believe me, don't you?

- I do, sir. Of course. - You know, Allan,

you have to not trust your eyes around this place.

You understand that, right?

- I understand.

- Good.

It's important that you do.

- Yes, sir. - It'll keep you safe.

- Of course, sir.

- Is there anything else you wanna say?

- Uh...no.

Just gonna get back to work.

- Okay, good. - [phone ringing]

- You're just gonna let that phone ring, huh?

- I'm sorry, sir.

[clears throat] Office of the Chief of Staff.

Copy.

Dianne Wilmont, line four.

- Dianne. - Hi.

- DONALD: How are you?

- I've thought about your offer. - Okay.

- So can we meet? - Sure. You know what?

There's a bar not too far away from the White House,

about 15 minutes away. How does that sound?

- No. I'll meet you at the White House.

- DONALD: Are you sure?

- Yeah. A nice public place.

- Okay, well, when were you thinking, Dianne?

- Tomorrow morning.

- Okay, you know what? Let me check my--

You know what? I'll clear my schedule just for you, huh?

- Sounds good.

- DONALD: Okay, I'll see you then, Dianne.

- See you then.

- Yes, bring that ass to the White House.

[chuckles]

- Ooh, let me see.

Yes. That's good.

[indistinct mumbling]

Hey. - Hey.

- Let's see what that looks like.

- Ma, that's--that's a lot of food.

- I'm cooking for your daddy.

- Ma...Ma-- - Don't start.

- Ma, I'm just saying, Ma, he's not gonna eat that.

- Yes, he is.

- No, he is not.

- I know the way to your daddy's heart.

- Ma, do you think that cooking all this food is going to make

him forget about Picky?

- Will you go and do whatever it is you're doing?

- I'm just saying, it's not. - Please.

- You need to just go ahead and tell him who the father is.

- Well, I'm not doing that.

- Is it somebody he knows?

- Will you just go and do whatever it is you're doing?

- Okay, Ma.

- Goodness.

- [crickets chirping]

- Hello.

My name is Barry Hallsen.

I am looking for my daughter, Kallie Hallsen.

She was kidnapped by her mother, Ruth McGuiness.

This is a picture of her.

Ruth is part of a cult named the Rakudushi.

They are based somewhere in Virginia.

If you have seen her or my daughter, please,

please send me a message or contact me.

I've been looking for her for a while now.

I just really need somebody to help me.

- Hey.

I cooked dinner for you.

- ♪

- Richard, you're-- you're not hungry?

- ♪

- I haven't seen you wear that suit since we renewed

our wedding vows.

Richard.

Is this what we're doing?

- [water running]

- How long?

How long?

Because I love you enough to wait.

I will!

I will wait.

- [knocking at door]

- Yeah? Huh? What?

- Just give him time. - Barry.

- You know how he is. - You have said that.

- Well, then do it. Please.

- Just--just leave me alone, please.

- Mom, I--look, I hate seeing you going through this with him.

- It's between me and your daddy.

- Yeah, but still.

- Barry, don't you have enough to worry about with Sharon?

- With Sharon and what else? - Barry.

- No, you mean Sharon and my daughter missing, right?

- You know what? I can't do this with you.

- [shower running]

- Yeah, you stack the heck out of those shelves, brother.

- Thank you. - Great job today.

- Thanks. - Way better than I expected.

Seriously.

- Not bad for a country boy, huh?

- That's not what I meant. That's not what I meant.

- No, I know what you meant. - Hey, what's up?

- Well, Dale has done a great job today.

- Oh! That's good.

- I have a question. - Yeah?

- Where is there to go out around here?

- Oh, man. If you wanna go out,

there's a spot on Franklin with chicks all out the door.

You're gonna love it. I'm serious.

- What about Fabian's?

- Fabian's is a gay bar.

You like to hang out there?

- Yeah, 'cause I can enjoy myself

and I'm not getting hit on.

- Sharon? - Hmm?

- This man is coming from out of town.

He's tired. He wants to get hit on.

I know what he likes. I know what he wants.

The man wants--

Fabian's is solid.

Good wings.

- He didn't know I was gay?

- No, he didn't.

- Is that a problem?

- Is it, Kareem? - Really, Sharon?

- Just asking. - No, Dale, no.

I'm--I'm sorry, man. I just--I didn't know.

- No, it's fine, really. It's fine.

- How did you know? - Are you kidding me?

I live for the kids, honey. They love me.

- I really do like you. - I rest my case. [laughs]

- Maybe we should go get a drink together.

- Yeah, I would love that. - Tonight?

- I can't tonight.

- Maybe some other time, then? - Yes.

- You don't really love the kids.

- No, I do.

- So you can't come out with me tonight then?

- Okay, I'll see what I'm working with.

- [knocking at door]

- We're closed!

- Oh, it's Sam.

- What is Sam doing here?

- I asked him to come talk to Dale.

- You asked Sam to come to my pharmacy?

Sharon, I don't like him.

- Relax.

Okay?

- ♪

- Hey. - Hi.

- Come on in. - And you didn't tell Barry?

- No, no. - Okay.

Hey, Dale, this is Sam.

He's with the Secret Service.

- What? - Oh, no.

No, you didn't do anything wrong.

We're just trying to get more information on the cult.

- Secret Service?

- Yeah. It's fine, it's fine.

- Okay.

- Don't be nervous.

- Hi, Kareem. - Hi.

- Dale, hi. You got a minute?

- Uh, yeah.

- Can you, uh, tell me what you know about the Rakudushis?

- Yeah.

- Where are they?

- I'm from a small town in, uh, Virginia called Rockwell.

Uh, that's--that's where they are.

- Rockwell. That's about, uh--

- About three hours away. - Okay.

- Yeah, we see them all the time in the town.

- Okay, uh, and the police? - Yeah, local sheriff.

They're--they're aware of 'em. - Are they?

- Yeah, they've been watching them.

- And do you know where their compound is?

- It's way deep in the woods.

Um, off of 122.

- Can you give me a physical address?

- I can give you the address for the store I used to work at.

It's off 122.

- Okay, yeah, that would be great.

- Oh, I can--yeah, I can write it down for you.

- Please. - Okay.

- Will you relax?

- How long is Sam gonna be in my pharmacy, Sharon?

- Will you stop? He's here to help Barry.

- Everybody and their mom wanna help Barry.

- Don't roll your eyes. This is about his daughter.

- I know that.

- No, but that's a kid.

And I'm worried about her, too.

- You're right. I'm sorry.

- No, you're not. - No, I'm--I'm sorry, Sharon.

Don't be mad. - I'm not mad.

[sighs]

- Good, 'cause you're too beautiful to be mad.

- [groans] Whatever.

- You're glowing. I'm serious.

You got that glow now.

- It's the baby, I guess.

- What are you gonna do about the baby?

- I don't know.

- You ready to be a mom?

- No.

But is anyone?

- Yeah, sure, plenty of-- plenty of people are.

- Well, I'm not.

- Well, do you have money?

- Money for what?

- Well, if you're not ready to be a mother and...

you have to take care of the baby--

- I can't think about that. All right?

I do not wanna do that, absolutely not.

- Yeah, yeah, that's your choice.

- Out of the question. - Yeah.

- [sighs]

- Then you better get ready to be a mom.

- I know.

- There's really no other option, Sharon.

I mean, it's...

- There's adoption.

- [laughs] You?

- Yeah.

- You gonna let somebody adopt your--

Sharon, that I know you cannot do.

- Why not?

- Because you fell in love with a alley cat

at the back of the store.

- He's really cute.

- And the baby won't be?

Even with Barry's big ol' ugly head?

- Wow!

- You right, that's crossing the line.

- You're right.

- So? - SAM: Sharon.

Thanks. - Was that helpful?

- Yes, uh, I'm gonna call some of my friends at the FBI.

I'll have them take a look.

- Thank you, Sam.

- Don't tell Barry. - I won't.

- Don't tell Barry with all that hypertension--

- Shut up.

- I'll see you guys later. - Okay. Thank you, Sam.

- SAM: You're welcome. Thank you, Dale.

- Will you stop it? - I don't like him.

- Why does he make you so uncomfortable?

- I don't want Secret Service around here.

- He's a good guy. - I don't like him.

- You don't like Barry

or anything that has to do with Barry.

- I like you...a lot.

- Please.

- Well, that was intimidating.

- He's the nicest guy.

- Is he? - Hm?

- He said he was a good friend to have

if you ever need a favor.

- Okay, well, that's good to know.

- At least, that's what he told me.

I don't believe that shit.

- Okay.

- Anyway, um, where you staying?

- I just got here, but I'm kind of in between places right now.

- Well, Kareem has lots of bedrooms.

- Really, Sharon? - What? You do.

- And if you need a place to stay, you let me know.

All right? - I will.

- Oh, now you wanna be cheeky. Now you wanna stay.

I was talking to him. - Thank you. I will.

- All right. Look, you did great today, man.

- Thank you for a great day. - No, seriously, you killed it.

Will we see you tomorrow? - Yeah, what time?

- Nine sharp. - I'll see you there.

- Okay. All right, have a good time tonight,

but don't get in too much trouble in the big city.

- DALE: All right, I'll try. - Okay.

- Good night. - Bye.

- So? - What?

- Coming with me? Drop you off at my place?

- Nope.

- [laughs] Okay, so then...

All right, well...

my door's always open for you. You know that.

- I hear you. - I'm serious.

I, uh--I made you something. - [keys jangling]

- [laughs]

What is this? - It's a key to my heart.

To my place.

- Okay, yeah. That's--

- No, I--I mean it. I mean it, Sharon, I mean it.

If you ever need a place to stay...

it's yours.

- Mm, and your little girlfriend?

- We broke up.

- All right, let me--let me get this straight.

First you say you did, then you say you didn't.

You...obviously do that at your convenience.

- We broke up. It's done. It's over.

Old news.

- If you say so.

- I say so.

So, shall we?

- We shall. - I'm sleeping alone.

- Okay.

- You don't wanna fill that bed up with your nice, warm body?

- I'm good.

- Priscilla Owens? - Yes. Hi, Doctor.

I'm here to see Laura Scripton.

- Are you family? - No, we work together.

- Well, visiting hours are actually--

- I'm from the White House.

- Oh, okay.

Come this way. - Okay.

- [monitor beeping] - [respirator pumping]

- Hi. - Hi, Norm.

How is she?

- Not good, Priscilla.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- The doctor says the next 24 hours will be touch-and-go.

- I'm--I'm so sorry, Norm.

- You wanna sit?

- No, no, no, I'm okay. I'm okay. Thank you.

Do you know what happened?

- Well, she was fine when--when she left.

She takes heart medication.

But, um, you know, she has afib.

But she was fine.

Uh...

- I see.

- NORM: Ah, did she lift anything?

- No, no.

- She knows better than that.

- Yeah, yeah, I'm sure.

- Yeah, I wonder what could've happened.

I mean, she was just fine.

- I--I honestly don't know, Norm.

I wish I knew more.

- Well, thank you.

- Would you mind calling me if anything changes, or...

- Yes, yeah, I will. - Okay. Thank you so much.

- Oh, sure.

- All right, I'll keep her in my prayers.

- Thank you. - Okay.

- LAURA: [moans] - Oh, wait.

- PRISCILLA: Yeah? - She's trying to talk.

- What is it? - LAURA: [moans]

- NORM: I--I think she's saying "Jean."

- We've been out here for hours.

- I know. No sign of her.

- Screw this, I'm going. - No, no, no, no!

- I can go up the back lattice. They'll never see me.

- You got a guy on the door

and another one watching the perimeter.

- Damn.

- Look, I want to get this piece of shit too, all right?

Believe me.

But I wanna do it the right way.

- Man, I'm going in now.

You have no idea how I'm feeling right now.

- MAX: No, no, no, no, no.

Wait, hold on.

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

- I'm telling you no, Bobby. Damn it, damn it!

- I am pregnant. And it's your baby.

- Why didn't you just tell me?

- Because I haven't decided what I'm gonna do.

- You're really not afraid of me?

- No. - You're lying.

- You love that woman.

- We are not going to make it.

- What did she say? - I think she said "Jean."

- Ms. Laura, what about Jean?

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