Original subtitles

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

brains all over that -- wall!

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

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

- I'm going to get ready for my date.

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

- I think that you should just move in with me.

- Carrying his child?

- I'm at her house. The place is--is torn apart.

- PRISCILLA: Get out of here. - I'm going in there

and making those son of a bitches pay for what they did.

- ♪

- Oh, that son of a bitch-- - Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey!

- Get your hands off of me, Max. - That's not her.

- BOBBY: How do you know that? - Because it's too neat.

- What? - He likes mess, okay?

That's not her. - Well, I'mma go find out.

- I know you are. Just wait a second.

- What the -- am I waiting for? - Damn it!

- I swear, if he lays one finger on her,

I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch--

- I know you are. Just wait, okay?

- I'm telling you-- - No, Bobby.

Damn it! Damn it! Look!

- I'm still going in.

- You're gonna risk it all? This is bigger than just her.

- For her, I'll risk everything.

- Well, that's just great, isn't it?

I'm not going in there with you. I'm going after Kyle.

- You do that, Max. Look, I've got this.

You just go after that -- boy.

- All right, you got this? All right.

You might wanna put your burner on silent

if you got this.

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

- Ms. Laura?

- NORM: I think she's going out of it again.

- Ms. Laura? - NORM: Honey?

- What--what about Jean? - Laura.

- Ms. Laura, what about her?

- She's out of it.

- Ms--Ms. Laura-- - Comes and goes.

- [sighs] Well, how often?

- Hours, sometimes. - Okay.

Um...has she mentioned her before?

- Uh, no, she hadn't.

This is the first I'd heard of it.

- Okay. Whoo, okay. I'm just--

- What? What is it?

- I just really want her to be okay.

- So do I. - Oh, god.

- If she says anything else about it,

I'll--I'll give you a call.

- Thank you. Thank you so much.

I really appreciate it. Oh, god.

I'm gonna keep you both in my prayers.

- We need that.

- Okay. Get better.

- 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 we're headed to ♪

- MAN: Standby.

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

- ♪

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I'm so glad that you're home.

I understand. I understand.

Do you wanna have that glass of wine?

- No.

- You wanna talk?

- Yes. I do. - Okay.

- Sit over there, please.

Please.

So why me?

- Lilly, I don't understand that question.

- Why...me?

'Cause you're clearly not attracted to me.

- No, that is not true. - LILLY: Donald?

- It's not! It's not true.

- Donald, baby, I heard you with him.

That's what you love. - No, it's not.

- No. Why can't you just be that?

- Because it's not, Lilly. I'm telling you, it's not.

- You're gay.

And that's okay. It really is.

Just be all of you... please.

- Lilly, please listen to me for a second.

Look, I like Kyle, and it just happened.

But I love you, okay? Just you and only you.

Now, listen, I do, okay?

- And the crazy part about it is, is...

I love you too.

- Okay, then baby, we can fix this.

- No, no, no...you listen to me, all right?

Donald, had you come to me and you told me that,

we could have worked it out.

I love you.

And I--I never wanted to be with anyone else.

But I didn't wanna be ignored either.

- I understand.

- Yeah, then you tried to-- yeah, you tried to kill me!

- I'm so sorry! - You choked me, Donald!

- I'm so sorry! Lilly, please forgive me--

- This whole thing is so -- up! It is just so--

This is just so -- up! [gasps]

I--I know. I--I want you to live.

I do. I do!

- Lilly, what are you--

- No, no, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good!

Just go! - Baby, I'm home, okay!

I'm home with you. I'm not going any--

- No. No.

- Okay, okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

I got you, okay? We're home.

We're gonna fix this, okay?

- [whimpers, pants]

- I got you. We're good.

- I'm fine. - What is wrong with you?

Huh?

- I'm fine.

[pants]

- [crickets chirping]

- Where are you going?

Do you have time for dinner?

I kept it warm for you.

Richard, come on.

You gotta talk to me at some point.

- The only thing I wanna hear from you is who the father

of that boy is. - Richard--

- Look, until you tell me that...

I've got nothing to say to you.

- Listen, I know you're mad.

But Picky's funeral is tomorrow.

I just would've felt better

if you had gone down to the funeral home with me today.

But I know you're mad.

But I just think that when we make up, baby,

you're gonna regret this.

Richard, where you going?

- Dad? - Yeah, Son?

- You don't hear Mommy talking to you?

- No, Son, just stay out of this.

- Dad, how can I stay out of it?

I am in the middle of it. - You don't have to be.

- SHARON: Hey, Mr. Richard. - Hi.

- Oh, you smell nice. - Thanks.

- Hey, Ms. Nancy. - Hi.

- ♪

- Hey. - Hey.

- Are you ready to talk to me?

- 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.

- What does that mean, Sharon?

- It means that--it means that

I don't wanna have a baby right now.

- Sharon, what are you-- what are you talking about,

you don't want to have a baby right now?

- That's what I said.

- You're not having an abortion. - I didn't say that I was.

- No, you said you was thinking about it, and you're not.

- I am. I'm thinking about what I wanna do.

- There is nothing to think about, Sharon.

- Damn it, Barry, this is my body!

- And that is my child!

- You can't take care of the one that you have!

- ♪

- I didn't--I didn't mean that. - No, you meant that.

- Hon, I just wanna go to sleep. - No, that is not right, Sharon.

- Barry...

- You know damn well

how much I took care of Kallie when I had her.

- I know.

- So how could you say some petty shit like that to me?

- I'm sorry.

- What, you think Kareem would do it better?

- Why is everything always about him?

- Because it is. You bring him up all the time.

- I bring him up? - Yes, you bring him up.

- I bring him up? That's what you just did!

You know what?

- Look, I don't even wanna talk about this anymore.

- I'm not arguing with you about this right now.

- Well, you started it! - All right.

- Yeah, all right.

- That's it. - What's it?

- Where's my stuff? - NANCY: Hey!

- What are you getting your stuff for?

- Hey, hey, stop it. Just stop it.

- This has nothing to do with you, Ma.

- This is my house.

- Look, just go cook or something, Ma.

- What did you just say to me? Don't you dare be disrespectful.

- Well, Dad sure is.

- Barry? - What?

You didn't see him leave out of here

all smelling good and dressed up?

He sure as hell ain't about to go chill with the fellas.

- Barry... - What? Shit, it's true.

- I will slap the shit out of you.

- Somebody needs to. - Shut up, Sharon.

- You shut up. - No, you shut up.

- Look, Ms. Nancy, can you stand there

while I get some of my things?

- Yeah, get all your damn things.

- Oh, I will. - BARRY: You do that.

- NANCY: Barry...

- You know, she's talking about killing my baby, Ma.

- Barry!

- She's talking about having an abortion!

- Ms. Nancy, I'm gonna get the hell up out of here.

Can you stand there, please? Hold him!

- What the hell does she need to stand there and hold me for?

- Just stop it, y'all. - I'm gonna hurt you now?

- Please, please-- - Is that what we're doing?

- Get your son. - I'm an abuser now, right?

I'm going to hurt you, right? Is that is? Right, Sharon?

- Get out of my face. - Just go ahead, Sharon!

You just go ahead to wherever you're going!

- Where are you going? - I don't know.

- Do you need me to drop you off somewhere?

- No, I'm fine. I'll just take a car service.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I'll be fine. - Okay. Just be--be careful.

- I will. - Okay.

Call me if you need me. - SHARON: Okay.

- Yes, okay. Thank you.

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

- Yes, my father has decided to cremate her,

so...there's no need for me to come.

- Okay, so should I cancel the travel plans?

- Yes. - Yes, ma'am.

- Where's Hunter? - He's in the Oval, ma'am.

- Are you sure? - MARILYN: Yes.

- Okay. That'll be all.

- ♪

- Yes, has Ellie left yet?

Okay, thank you.

- ♪

- [door opening]

- Is that you, sir? - JASON: No.

- ♪

- Oh, hey. - Hey.

- How are you? - I'm okay.

- Look, man, I heard about that plane incident.

I'm glad you're doing all right.

- Okay. - We all are.

- Oh, yeah? Who's "we"? - Everyone around here, sir.

- Don't call me sir, man. - I'm sorry.

Wanna come in? Have a seat.

- Sure.

- ♪

- [door shuts]

- What are you doing? - What do you mean?

- Do you not know that your dick is in your hand right now?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Uh-- [clears throat]

Can you stop that?

- ♪

- Put it away.

Put it away, Jason.

Now!

Now, Jason!

- Okay.

- Don't do that around me ever again, all right?

- Okay, I'm sorry.

- Can we put some of that on your hands, too?

Thank you.

- ♪

- So-- [clears throat]--

Jason, how do you like it around here, man?

- I don't. - I can see that.

- I'm locked in here.

- Yeah, well, listen,

I'm sure you can find a way to enjoy this place.

I mean, look around. It's pretty cool, no?

- No. I've seen just about every inch of it.

It's so not cool. - I really like it.

- Why? - Why? Look around.

I mean, the history in this place?

Look, I'm a political junkie, so...

- Good for you.

- No, Jason, good for us. I'll tell you what.

I'll put some time aside

and I'll show you around a little bit more.

I'm sure you'll be fascinated by some of the history around here.

- Really? - Yeah, really.

As long as you don't come in here holding your dick again.

[laughs]

I mean, can you do that for me?

What the -- was that? - That wasn't for you, okay?

Look, I wasn't trying to get a rise out of you or anything.

I'm not attracted to guys. - Okay.

Well, you mind telling me what that was about, then?

- Um...

It shocks people. - Ah. Shocks people.

- Mm-hmm. - Got it.

Jason, I have a brother with special needs.

So I'm used to that kind of thing around the house.

So, if you wanna shock me, you're gonna have to try

a little bit harder. All right?

But I'll tell you what.

Look, I like you, man, all right?

If you want a friend...

I think I could be that for you.

- I don't have special needs.

- Oh, no, I didn't mean it like that.

I just was trying to make a point.

- I'm gonna go now. - I'm sorry, Jason.

Um...okay.

I'll see you later, all right?

- Sure. - Take care.

[clears throat]

- ♪

- [phone rings]

- This is Priscilla.

- NANCY: Hey. - Hey, Nancy.

- Can I--I need to talk to you.

- NANCY: Ah, I'm kind of in the middle of something.

- No, no, it'll only take--take a second.

- Okay, what is it?

- Did Richard say anything to you?

- PRISCILLA: What do you mean?

- Well, he just left out of here all dressed up.

I--I think he went to go meet a woman.

- Well-- - What do you know?

- PRISCILLA: I, uh-- [coughs]

- I can hear it in your voice. What do you know?

- He said he was going on a date.

- [laughs] Is that right? Is it with that Freda woman?

- Yeah. How do you know?

- I had a feeling it was her.

- [sighs] I'm sorry, Nancy.

- Do you know where they went? - PRISCILLA: No, I don't know.

- NANCY: Okay, thank you.

- I'm really sorry you're going through this.

- No, it's okay. Hm. It really is.

- Okay. Bye. - Bye.

- ♪

- ♪

- Hi. - Hi.

- Hey, guys, wait for me at the, uh...

elevator at the residence, please.

- ♪

- That's not smart. - I don't care.

- Uh...I've been on the phone all day.

And I've put out several hit jobs on Diane.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

I'm pretty sure I've got everybody convinced she's

certifiably insane, so...

now I just have to keep it from going mainstream.

- Mm, it's already all over the news.

- It's local. They all think it's ridiculous,

so no legitimate organization will touch it.

- Oh, really? - Yes.

You know, I did go to school

and I did learn a thing or two from the old bitch, so...

- Mrow! Okay.

Uh, you, uh... You got any booze in here?

- No, I'm at work.

- [mocking] "No, I'm at work."

- Okay. I mean...

I have these.

- What are those?

- They're weed gummies. - Ooh! I'll take two.

- You do that.

- All right. Come on, have one with me.

- No, I'm working. - I'm the boss.

- And I'm really trying to get this done.

- You know I'm the boss. Come on.

- Hunter... - Oh, god, you're boring.

- Where's your wife? - Don't mind her.

- Yeah, well, according to her, I better, so...

- Look, don't.

- Okay, Hunter, but seriously, I need to--

- You need to do nothing. Come on, I missed you.

- You missed me? - HUNTER: Yeah, I did.

I really did. Come here.

- Hunter... - What?

- You're an asshole.

- I know. I'm sorry.

- How sorry?

- Let me show you how sorry.

- [sighs] I don't know, Hunter.

If that woman puts her hands on me again--

- Don't worry about her.

She'll never look for me in here.

- You wanna bet?

- Oh, you gotta be -- kidding me.

- Hunter, you need to come upstairs.

- Why?

- Because I just got off the phone with my father.

- Ah, whatever.

- You will come upstairs now.

- Look, it's time for you to go.

- Little girl-- - HUNTER: Victoria.

- Little girl...

- HUNTER: Leave her alone. - Ma'am?

- Do you wanna die? - Leave her alone!

- Do you have any idea how many STDs he has?

- I do not!

- You might wanna have your throat

and that canyon you call a vagina checked.

- Mm.

- Victoria, would you please leave?

- I will. Have a good night.

Carry on!

- Ugh, she is the worst.

- [sighs] Son of a bitch!

- ♪

- What the hell are you doing in here?

Go to bed.

Did you not hear me?

- ♪

- You're really not afraid of me?

- No.

- You're lying.

I know deep down you are.

And you should be.

- If you knew what I was capable of,

you would never let that fall from your lips.

- Well, I did.

- Go to bed.

- Okay. Victoria.

- ♪

- Really? This is amateur hour.

- [phone rings]

- This is Sam. - It's me.

- SAM: Hello, ma'am. - Hi.

- Is everything okay?

- VICTORIA: I wanna go for a run.

- I'm sorry?

- I told you I like to run. And I wanna go for one.

- SAM: I will arrange that in the morning.

- No, you will arrange it now. - Ma'am?

- VICTORIA: What? Now! Get it done!

- No, ma'am. - Excuse me?

- It's late.

You shouldn't--you shouldn't be out this late.

- Okay, fine. I'll get someone else to do it.

- SAM: They won't, ma'am.

I'm your lead guy now and they only take orders from me.

- Who the hell do you think you are?

- Someone that you have asked to keep you safe.

And that is what I will do.

- By telling me no? - By protecting you, ma'am.

- Look, I just need to go out and--

- SAM: No, ma'am. - My mother died, okay?

Can I just-- - Sorry, ma'am.

- You cut the "ma'am" shit? I just need to clear my head.

- If you like...I can come back,

and we can go for a walk on the grounds.

- That's not a run in the park. - It's your safest bet, ma'am.

- VICTORIA: Hurry up.

- Yes, ma'am. I'm on my way.

- [Victoria hangs up]

- [sighs]

Hey, Cilla.

Uh, look, I--I know you're still mad, but, uh...

I made you dinner.

I gotta go back by the White House, but, uh,

I shouldn't be long. Um...

Please wait up for me so we can talk.

Okay. I love you.

- Jean?

Oh my god.

Oh my god. Oh god. [pants]

Hi, I need to report someone missing.

Oh my god. Yes.

[pants] I just got to her apartment

and it's--it's been ransacked. It's--

I need to come in?

But her place has been torn apart.

Okay. I understand.

[sighs] No, I haven't touched anything.

Yeah, okay. Thank you.

Goddamn it. They're just no help at all.

[sighs] What the hell, Jean?

Oh, shit, let me call him, call Greg. Okay.

- [phone rings]

- PRISCILLA: Hey. - Hi. You find her?

- [sighs] No. I was gonna ask you the same thing. Oh!

- Something is way wrong.

- I know. - GREG: This is crazy.

- And I'm at her apartment right now.

- I told you. - Well, I called the police.

- What did they say? - PRISCILLA: [sighs]

That she has to be missing for at least 24 hours.

- Well, it's been that. - PRISCILLA: I know!

But they want me to come in to make the report.

- Wait, they're not coming to her house, are they?

- No. - GREG: All right.

- Where are you? - I'm in the car.

I'm about to go home.

- Well, I'll call you whenever I talk to them.

- Okay.

- PRISCILLA: And I'll just meet you at your place.

Okay, bye.

- [crickets chirping]

- [car beeping]

- Goddamn it.

[grunts]

- Need some help with that?

- [grunts] Does it look like I need help?

- Yeah, it--it--it does.

- The hell you doing out here anyways?

You trying to rob me or something?

- No. I was just on my way up the street

to get a drink at, uh, a bar.

- What bar? Charlie's?

- No, Fabian's.

- I've never tried that place.

- ♪

- Where are you?

- He's at his apartment on Franklin.

- What, are you a detective now? - Do you think this is a joke?

- Look, I'll come meet you. - Nope, it's time to end this.

- Max, wait 'til I get there. - I got it.

- BOBBY: Just get--hello?

- [phone hangs up]

- ♪

- [grunts]

- [car beeping]

- So, what shitty-ass country town are you from, anyway?

- Well, you're an asshole.

- Thank you.

- Think I'm gonna go get that drink now.

- ♪

- Give up that easy?

- Just really not into dealing with rude people.

- Hey.

You gotta fight in this town.

- What makes you think I'm not from here?

- Everything about you says small town.

- Well, okay.

- Hell, why don't I lock up my truck here and you can come

upstairs with me and have a drink?

- No, thank you.

- I know you wanna have a drink with me.

- You're-- - An asshole, I know.

But I'm a cute one.

Come on, I make really good drinks.

I used to be a bartender.

What, are you down on your luck or something?

- ♪

- Fine. Let's go.

- That's what I thought.

After you.

- You're carrying your own bag.

- [chuckles]

[grunts]

- You got it?

- ♪

- [crickets chirping]

- ♪

- What the -- ?

- Shots to you.

- ♪

- Oof!

I'll have another.

Thank you. - You're welcome.

You're cute.

Where are you from, anyways?

- Here.

- Mm, he lies to me.

- Where are you from?

- I am from a town called pissed the hell off.

- Ah, I can tell.

- Sorry, I just--

Hey!

Never fall in love with a married man.

- Oh, so that's why you're pissed?

- Beyond.

- Maybe I should pour you another drink?

- That would be really nice.

Thank you.

- ♪

- There you go.

- This is even better coming from a cute guy like you.

- [chuckles] Thank you, but be careful what you wish for.

- [club music plays]

- I love this song. - Wow.

- BOTH: ♪ Body's aching

♪ Even when the clouds are fading ♪

♪ I won't let you down

♪ I will be around

- Hey, you can sing!

- Yes, sir, I can, and you can too.

- Yes. - Sing for me.

- No. - Come on.

- No, no, I would need a lot more alcohol for that.

- Well, come on!

Let's have a few more.

- I said a lot more.

- So, uh, what are we doing?

- What do you mean?

- Just what I said.

Um...why--why the change of heart?

- Look, Freda, you know I always wanted to talk to you.

- Yeah, but, uh, you never did.

- Well, I was, uh...

I was in a different place.

- Ah.

Did you, uh, get a divorce and I didn't know about it?

- BOTH: [laughing]

- No, no, no, no, no.

I--I didn't. - Huh.

What is it, then?

- Well...

- Tell me.

- We're not gonna make it.

- Richard?

- What?

- You love that woman.

- Look, that doesn't matter, Freda.

- Yes, it does.

- We are not going to make it.

- Why?

- Look, why don't we, uh...

just have a good time and not think about this.

- That might be good for you.

But, uh, that's not good for me.

- Freda, why not?

- Because my heart, you know how I--

- RICHARD: Freda, Freda.

- No.

You need to go home and talk to that woman.

- Really, Freda? - Yeah. Yes, really.

- This--this is our chance.

- Listen, whatever it is you're going through--

- Let's--let's-- - No, no, no.

Whatever it is you're going through,

that's not going to be good for me when you make up.

- Freda, we are not making up. - Well, I--

- Let's--let's just enjoy this dinner tonight.

- [scoffs]

- Please. Freda...

- So I'm not supposed to ask any questions?

- No, not tonight.

- That doesn't work for me.

- [sighs]

- ♪

- I wanna make love to you.

- And as much as I wanna do that too...

I don't wanna be in the middle of this.

- Oh, Freda, it's too late now.

You've been in the middle of it for years.

- No.

I'm sorry, but no.

- I guess that--it's just gonna miss our chance, then.

[sighs]

- Well, when y'all get a divorce,

then we can talk about it.

- I'll do that.

- That's not gonna happen.

- You don't know me.

- [laughs] I think I do.

- ♪

- [clears throat]

- ♪

- [knocking at door]

- Hey.

Can I... - Come on back.

- Thanks.

- Um, I got takeout. It's enough for two.

Here, just go ahead and sit down.

I guess, uh--I guess I should've got enough for two and a half,

since you're pregnant.

I mean, two and three quarters.

I don't know what fraction a baby--

I guess it's a whole baby. It's a whole baby.

You're having a whole baby.

I got enough for two is what I'm trying to say.

- Yeah.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

- No, you're not.

- I don't wanna talk about it.

- I wasn't gonna ask you about it.

- Good.

- [laughs] Is that enough for now?

- Yeah. - Okay. Here.

- Thanks.

- ♪

- This is good. - Right?

- What are you watching?

- Uh, it's watching me.

- Turn it off.

- Okay.

- I just want to sit here in silence for a moment.

- Silence? - Yes. Thank you.

- Okay.

- Take your clothes off.

- ♪

- You're not gonna say anything?

- You said you wanted silence.

- I do.

- Good.

I just need men to shut up for a minute.

- ♪

- There. - Okay.

- ♪

- [pants]

- Okay? Okay?

- Shut up! - Okay.

- ♪

- Jean?

Jean...

- ♪

- This is Priscilla. - She's dead!

- PRISCILLA: What? - She's here in my apartment!

- She's what? - GREG: Yes.

- Greg... - She's here!

- PRISCILLA: How did she get there?

- I don't know. I don't know.

- Get out of there right now. - What?

- PRISCILLA: Just get out of there right now!

- But she's dead!

- Don't say anything else on this phone.

Do you hear me? Just get out of there.

- Okay.

- PRISCILLA: I'll be there in a minute.

And meet me outside, okay?

- [hangs up]

- Greg. Greg. Oh god!

- You are drunk.

- I am. - [chuckles]

- Ah, it's okay. I am too.

To hell with it.

- Yes!

- -- him!

To my new future.

- Yeah, to your new future, whatever that is.

- Yeah.

I gotta take a piss.

- Okay, I'm gonna go out for a smoke.

- No!

You stay.

Good boy.

- No, I'm gonna go for a smoke.

- Eh, just come back.

- ♪

- [hums to self]

- Guess who, bitch?

- [grunting]

- Aah! - [grunts]

- Greg? [gasps]

[hyperventilates] Oh my god! Oh my god!

No!

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

- Sam, please call me back.

I need to talk to you right away.

- I really want to make love to you tonight, please.

- Move in.

See that I'm the man that I've been telling you that I am.

- ♪

- It's gotta be kind of a head trip.

- What's that?

- Laying here with the most powerful man in the world.

- You're incredibly sexy and I want you to make love to me.

- ♪

- ♪

- ♪