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- VICTORIA: How do you do it,

not be all over that man every five minutes?

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

We blew something up on American soil

and I wanna go see it. Set it up.

- Blakely, it's Max.

- Gun. - Put--put it down!

- Max who? - Me.

- I told Sam where I think the place may be.

- I'mma drive over there. - You think that's smart?

- I'm going to see if my son is there.

- HUNTER: Come on, let's get out of here.

I'll show you something really cool.

- I'm at the cabin, okay? So it's me, so don't--

What?

- Lilly, I didn't know you'd be joining us.

- Hello, sir. - Hi.

- Look at this.

- Wow. What--what is this?

- HUNTER: It's amazing. What? Donald didn't tell you?

- No, he didn't. - Oh, wow.

We had terrorists on US soil, I called in a drone strike.

- Wow, um...

when did this happen? - Last night.

Hey, Kyle, how many casualties?

- We're still checking the debris field for DNA, sir.

- Did you hear that, Ellie?

It's so obliterated they have to check for DNA.

- Yes, sir.

- Yeah, look at this. Look what I did.

- You know what, sir, we really, really should be

getting to Andrews right now. - Yeah, yeah.

Just give me a second.

I wanna--I wanna look around for a bit.

Hey, Donald, where's the Marine?

- You mean the Air Force officer, sir?

- Yeah, the one that flew the drone.

- Mr. President, he's not here.

- I want to talk to him. - Yes, sir.

- Where is he?

- Sir, he's in a bunker.

- Well get him out of the bunker.

- Yes, sir.

- Kyle, come show me where it hit.

Come on. Ellie, come on.

Come on, you wanna see this.

- What are you doing here?

'Cause if you are looking for him, he's--he's dead.

Where's your car?

Oh, you parked and hiked?

Is that what he taught you?

- Donald, I'm--I'm gonna be sick right now.

- If you do, you will give it away.

- Donald, please.

Donald.

- Wait in the -- car.

- HUNTER: Lilly, where are you going?

- I'm gonna pass. This is--

- HUNTER: No, come on. You gotta check this out.

- You know what, sir, she's feeling a bit under the weather.

Just, yeah. - Okay.

Hey, Ellie.

Wouldn't it be cool if we saw some body parts?

- I would find that disturbing, sir.

- Hey, Donald. - Yeah, Mr. President?

- Think we can see some body parts?

- Uh, you know what? We really, really, really, really

should be getting to Andrews right now.

- Oh, Donald, you're always spoiling all the fun.

- DONALD: Yes, sir, I am.

- Come here, Ellie, let's get something to remember this by.

Let's get a selfie.

- ♪

- [camera clicking]

- MAN: Ladies and gentlemen,

the President and the 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 ♪

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

- Sir, we need to get you in the car.

- HUNTER: Well...

No, no, no, no. You ride in the decoy.

I'm gonna ride with Ellie. - The decoy? No, no, no, sir.

That is not a good idea. - And why is that?

- Because when we get to Andrews,

the press core will be waiting. - And?

- And with all that Diane has told them, I think it's best

that I ride with you, and that, I mean she,

rides in another car.

- We need to get you in the car now, sir. We're in an open area.

- Totally agree, Kyle. Just trying to get Donald

in the other car. - Sir, you just need to--

- Donald, ride with your wife. - Shut up.

- Sir, you need to get her out.

- I'm listening to Secret Service right now, Donald.

Open area.

- Sir, now please.

Donald, with your wife. - Shut up again.

Yes, sir.

- Thank you, Kyle.

- Kyle. - Yeah?

- You wanna tell me what the hell he was doing

in the White House?

- Who is that, sir?

- That son of a bitch that was at your apartment, that's who.

- Well, I wanted to have lunch with him, sir.

- Oh, so you brought him to the White House?

- Yes, sir, I did.

- And why exactly was he waiting for the butler?

- I arranged a tour for him, sir.

- You really want to play this game with me, huh?

- Yeah.

Your wife is still sleeping at your house

and showing up here for some reason.

- Kyle, I know one thing.

I better never see that boy there again. You hear me?

- Oh, he will be there as many times as he likes.

- Kyle, if I see that boy anywhere near you--

- What? What? - You will be the last thing--

- What are you gonna do? What are you gonna do? I am waiting.

- Yeah? Okay.

Get my wife in the car. - She's already in the car.

- Agent Flint.

- What? She's in the car.

Just like my friend is in my car waiting for me at home.

The President is waiting, Mr. Winthrop.

- Do you want me to fire your ass, Kyle?

- You know there's no way that that can happen.

- Oh, you want to bet?

- We're in this together whether you like it or not.

- I tell you what, keep pushing me, Kyle.

Okay? Keep pushing me. - Oh yeah, okay. I will.

But right now I'm gonna go and I'm gonna push him like deep.

So, I'll see you later.

- Agent Flint!

Okay.

- Hey.

- Yes.

- Wonder what would it be like to have sex in here.

- You won't find out with me.

- Come on.

- Hunter, these windows are not tinted.

- Stay low.

- They're looking at us right now.

- I don't care.

- How many times do I have to tell you

that I'm not your whore, Hunter?

- Well....

- Don't say anything that's gonna piss me off.

- I wasn't gonna say anything. - I heard it in your voice.

- Ooh, sorry.

- You're a mess.

- Well, you make me that way.

You make me want to make a mess.

- You do know you have to show some kind of respect

for this sort of thing? - What?

What're you talking about?

- You called a drone strike that killed someone.

- They were bad people.

- Okay.

But how can you be so cold about it?

- Bad people meet bad endings, Ellie.

- Okay.

- What, you don't agree?

- No, I do.

You're just, um, a very interesting person.

- A very interesting person.

What--what does that even mean?

- You can't just gloat about this sort of thing, Hunter.

- I wasn't gloating.

- "Let's take a selfie."

- It was my first official kill on domestic soil.

- Do you have any idea how bad that sounds?

- You know, if I had wanted to ride with a bitch,

I would have invited my wife.

- Hmm. - Come on.

I thought we'd just take a little drive, get out.

Thought it'd be romantic.

- Romantic? - HUNTER: Mm-hmm.

- You think taking me to see dead bodies is romantic?

- I think you should respect my power.

- I don't need to see you blow up anything

to know you're powerful, Hunter.

You're a creep.

- Yeah, I am.

And you love it.

You are -- the President of the United States,

and it's a wild ride.

Buckle up.

You sure you don't wanna get naked?

Okay.

- You want to tell me why you're here?

- I have nothing to say.

- Why would you be all the way out here?

- Donald, have them take me home.

- Oh, this is the presidential motorcade, sweetheart.

There are no detours.

- Then why the hell are you all the way out here?

Because this is really far away place from Andrews.

- Haven't you figure out yet, asking a lot of questions

will get you in a lot of trouble?

- Yeah, well that's exactly what I should have done.

I should have asked a hell of a lot more questions.

- Never too late.

- Yeah, but now I'm in the back of this prison of a car.

I'm pretty sure it's too late.

- Wanna tell me what the hell you were doing here?

Hmm?

- So you knew? - Knew what?

- Yeah, you knew.

- Oh, you mean I knew that you were here with him?

No, no, no, I didn't know that.

I didn't know that until you showed up here in those clothes

looking like the last piece of street trash.

- Oh my.

Aren't we testy?

Is there something you want to tell me?

What did your little boyfriend do now, huh?

- You better answer me, woman. - About?

- You came to see him, didn't you?

- I don't have to say anything.

- Oh no? - No.

- And why is that?

- Because I don't want to, Donald.

- Oh, you're mad. [laughing]

You're mad about your little boyfriend, huh?

Yeah, sucker.

- Yeah, just as mad as you'll ever be about yours.

Because he was more than a man than you will ever be.

- Oh, well, now he's in more pieces than I've ever been.

[laughing]

- Yeah, and, uh--

each piece is larger than yours.

- Okay, okay.

- Look, where are we going?

How far is Andrews? - Sit tight.

Don't worry, when we get there,

I'll have someone take you home.

You're clearly not dressed to be in public.

- [laughing]

Okay, alright.

So--so--so, this is just a turn off for you, huh?

Oh yeah, that's right.

Nothing I wear ever turns you on.

- Well, nothing you wear will turn him on either, huh?

Boom!

[chuckling]

- ♪

- Hey. - Hey.

- ♪

- You've been quiet.

- Yeah, I've just been thinking.

- About what?

- They dropped a drone on you.

Not only do they want you dead,

but they want you obliterated.

- Yeah, I know.

- Max, this is deep.

- So, what do you think?

- The only person I trust with this is Martin.

- [sighs] The general?

You really think you can trust him?

- Yeah, I know I can.

- Alright.

So what, do we pay him a visit?

How does this work? - I--

just give me a second so I can just figure all this out.

I never thought that this would be happening in our country.

- Well, believe it.

- We just need to gather all the evidence that we can.

- It won't matter.

- So why did you come?

- [sighs]

We had no place else to go.

- That's it?

- What else do you know about these people?

- I don't know much.

We just see them around town here and there.

- And what are they doing?

- Well, there are a lot of rumors

about who they are and what they do.

But you know how small towns are.

- Yeah, I do.

- So you think they have your son?

- My son is looking for his daughter.

He'll move heaven and earth to get her.

- Sounds like a good father.

- Yeah, yeah.

Isn't he, Sharon?

- Yes, he is.

- You doubt it? - No.

That's not what I was gonna say.

- Well, what was that look for?

- Nothing. I just hope he's okay, that's all.

- [sighs] How much farther?

- Well, the road they turn off usually

is coming up in about a mile.

But I've never been back there.

- Okay.

- You think we should let the sheriff know

we're going back there?

- Why? - Well--

- Are they dangerous?

- I've heard stories.

- More than what you've told me?

- Well, uh...

Yeah, I just don't like to spread rumors.

- Son, just tell us.

- There have been stories about people going missing

and kids being trafficked.

- Lord have mercy. - I'm sorry.

- No, no, no.

We've heard that sort of stuff before

but just never first-hand.

- Oh, I'm not a first-hand witness to it.

- Well, you're in the town where they are so that's close enough.

- Mr. Richard, it's okay.

- It better be.

I just don't know what would make somebody

join something like this.

- I know.

- DALE: Well...

- What?

- If these people come from where I come from,

any sign of hope is a good thing.

- I hear you.

- Yeah, whatever happened to turning to God?

- Well it's not that easy for some people, Mr. Richard.

- Your generation.

- I mean-- - No, no, no,

it's okay, Sharon. I get it.

A lot of our generation let y'all down.

We didn't take y'all to church,

we didn't teach you about God.

- Well, my parents did.

- Good for them.

- Yeah, good for them.

Not at all good for me.

They would always tell me that I was going to hell

for being gay.

And that God hated me, and that in the '80s

God sent a gay disease to kill all those like me.

- I'm sorry, son.

- They also told me they'd wished I'd been born sooner

so that AIDs could have killed me

and saved them the embarrassment.

- That is so wrong.

- DALE: Tell me about it.

- Son, don't--don't you let a hellfire

and brimstone situation separate you

from the love of God.

God loves us all.

And you are no less and no better than anybody else.

You hear me?

- That's not how they see it.

- It doesn't matter how they see it.

It matters how you see God and how God sees you.

Not man, but God.

And the God I love has no place in his heart for hatred.

Do you hear me?

- Yeah, I hear you.

- I hope you do.

- Well I hope God meets us here

if we're not going to the sheriff's station.

- He will. We'll be fine.

- ♪

- [phone ringing]

- NANCY: Hey, Ms. Jody.

- Listen, baby,

Priscilla out here just sitting in her car.

- Is that right?

- JODY: Yeah, she just sitting in her car.

- Well, what is she doing?

- Well, I thought she was on the phone.

But she's just sitting there.

- Okay, okay, I'll come and get her.

- Okay.

- What is she doing?

- [phone buzzing]

- Hello?

- NANCY: Hey.

You should come in.

- You know I'm out here?

- Look at who's on the porch.

- Ugh, okay.

- ♪

♪

- You been sitting out there a long time.

- Yeah, I know.

- You alright?

- Yes.

- Look like you been going through it, baby.

- Okay.

- Come on, she's fine, Ms. Jody.

- Well, she just looks bad.

- Come on in.

- JODY: Y'all need some coffee?

- No, we're fine, thank you.

- Alright. - NANCY: Alright.

- JODY: Some Jack Daniels?

- Alright, well, just go on in there, have a seat.

I'm gonna get us some wine. - Please.

- NANCY: Girl, she is a mess.

- I mean, just always watching everything.

- NANCY: I mean, you can't tell her nothing.

- You know I know what that's like.

I can't tell anybody anything.

- That's you and Richard both.

There you go.

- Thank you.

How are things with you and Richard?

- Uh...it's fair.

- Thank you. - Let's see, alright.

Not good.

- He's not able to get past it, huh?

- NANCY: No.

- PRISCILLA: Well, I mean...

- What? - PRISCILLA: Can you blame him?

That's a lot, Nancy.

- I know but it was so long ago.

And I'm not that same little girl.

- I know, I know.

- I mean, I wish I knew how to fix it.

He won't even look at me.

- I'm sorry.

- But anyway, you were sitting out there all that time.

You need to talk to me?

- No, no, I'm--I'm good. - Don't, don't do that.

- Um...

- What?

- I can't even believe I'm gonna say this.

Sam is having an affair.

- Oh no!

- Yeah. [crying]

Yeah.

- Oh, Priscilla.

- And I just--I'm just so mad.

I just, I just can't--

I can't--

- Not Sam!

- And I just wanna do something to hurt him.

I just want him to feel pain, I do.

- Priscilla-- - I just want--

- Priscilla, that is not-- - I want to hurt her.

- It's not you. - I want to hurt her.

I wanna just punish that bitch.

- Wait, wait, wait, do you know who she is?

- Yeah.

- Who is it?

- It's...somebody that works with him.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

Is it--is it that Freda bitch?

- Girl, no.

- Well, who is it?

- One of his agents.

- Oh, Priscilla.

- You know how much debt we're in

with my mom when she got sick.

I'm--I'm--I'm telling you I just wanna quit.

I just wanna walk out of there.

- Don't you let her make you quit your job.

- She just prances around.

- She does?

- It's just so hard to look at her.

I just can't stand it. - Okay, wait, wait, wait.

How do you know this is true?

- [sobbing]

I saw--[crying]--I saw a video.

- Oh, Priscilla.

- I saw it, like I saw him.

- Who recorded it?

- Somebody at the White House, they just wanted me to know.

- Oh God. Who would do that?

- It's a long story, Nancy.

- Well, I got time.

- You don't have enough wine.

- Hey, I have enough wine but you're driving.

- Fine, one glass.

- Okay.

- There is so much going on over there. It's just--

And there's only one person I can reach out to

to help me in this situation.

- Who's that?

- Martin.

- General Martin?

- Sam looks up to him.

I--I don't know.

I just--[exhales]-- I know he's retired.

I--I just gotta try.

- Be careful with that, baby.

- Why?

- Richard looks up to him too.

I thought about talking to him.

- Why don't you?

- The last time I did that, ooh, Richard got so mad.

They want that man to see them as heroes.

Richard kept going on and on

about how he was so powerful,

and if he knew bad things about them,

he could destroy them.

- Well, I have to talk to him.

- Well, you just be careful.

Because once it's out there, you can't take it back.

- I know.

- I know. I know.

But you know what you need to do.

- Yeah I know. [sobbing]

- It's alright, Priscilla.

- I just can't believe it!

[sobbing] - I know.

- Oh my God.

- Just let it out.

Just let it out.

[sobbing]

- [phone buzzing]

- Don't--don't hang up.

- What is it?

- God, I thought you were dead.

- BOBBY: What?

- Yeah, I--I went to the cabin.

- Why would you do that?

- LILLY: Because I didn't want to lose you.

- Well, your husband sure does. - I know.

- BOBBY: What do you mean?

- Look, I, um--I hiked up there,

and when I got to the cabin, it--it was gone.

There were these people and agents,

they were there searching.

And then the President came.

- BOBBY: What? - Yeah.

He was gloating about it. - What?

- LILLY: He was taking selfies of it.

- You gotta be kidding me.

- Yeah, I took a picture of it.

I'll send it to you right now.

- No, no, no, don't, don't.

- LILLY: No, wait, hold on. I'm gonna send it, okay?

- BOBBY: Hello? Hello?

Lilly?

- LILLY: Hello? Bobby?

-- .

- Hello? Hello?

- No more phones.

Get rid of it.

- Shouldn't you be talking to your therapist?

- No, I'm trying to make her quit.

- Well, you keep being creepy,

and I'm sure she will.

- I can't help it, Mom. I'm your kid.

- No, you're your father's kid.

- Oh, speaking of my father, he's gone.

- What? - JASON: He left.

- I don't care. - Yeah, well you should.

- What are you talking about?

- Look.

- That wasn't on the schedule.

- Well, it is now.

- This bastard.

- Wait.

Look who's by his side.

- What the hell?

- Yeah, I thought that would get your attention.

- What the hell, Hunter?

- Yeah, he really likes her.

- Shut up.

- I don't know, Mom, I think this may be

the one to take your place.

- I'm not gonna tell you again.

- You know, Dad's always looking at younger woman, right?

- Go to bed, Jason.

- You should really get ahead of all that situation there.

- Jason, shut up and go to your room.

- Look, the Chief of Staff set up this trip, okay?

- Yes, I know that.

- Yeah, and it was very last minute.

- Clearly.

- But did you know that that guy

that works for Donald is her boyfriend?

- Yes, I know that.

- Yeah, so they're both cheating

and you're just getting walked all over.

- Jason, go to your room!

- No, I'm watching this.

- I'm not gonna tell you again.

- Why do you want me to go to my room?

- So you can suffer.

- Okay, I'm suffering by being everywhere here.

Okay?

- Jason. - I'll go in a minute, okay?

- Get your ass up and go to your room!

- I'll go in a minute. I'll leave it to you and Sam.

- Ja--Jason! Go now.

- Okay, I'm going. I'm going.

With your hot breath.

- ♪

- [unintelligible]

- [phone ringing]

- Office of the Chief of Staff. May I help you?

- JASON: Did you see the news?

- Jason? - You saw it?

- ALLAN: Is there something I can help you with, sir?

- Yes, Allan.

You can tell me if you saw the news or not.

- I saw it.

- So you saw your girlfriend with him?

- Sir--

- Give me one second, okay?

I'm sending you something that I need you to take a look at.

- You're not gonna send me anything.

- Look at how he touches her on the small of her back.

- I'm not kidding around with you, okay?

- JASON: Hey, I'm not kidding either.

- You're not gonna do anything.

- JASON: Allan... - I have to go.

- Listen, I am the first son of the Presidential family, okay?

You are not allowed to hang up on me.

- Oh yeah, says who?

- Says me.

- Okay, well I'm hanging up

and I'm hanging up right now.

- Okay, well then you don't want this job.

- ALLAN: Don't threaten me, kid.

- Then don't hang up the phone, Allan.

- Watch me.

- Allan, are--

You stupid mother -- .

- SHARON: Mr. Richard, this does not look safe.

- RICHARD: No. Stay in the car.

- SHARON: They have guns.

- RICHARD: Just stay in the car.

- SHARON: Okay.

- Hi.

- Hello.

- My name is Richard Hallsen.

I'm looking for my son.

- Your son?

- Yes.

His name is Barry.

- Barry?

- Yes.

- Barry what?

- Hallsen.

Look, is there a Ruth here?

- No. There is no Ruth here.

- Well I want to-- - No!

This is private property.

- I just want to see if my grandbaby--

- Do you know where you are?

- Yes.

- Where?

- I'm in America.

- No, you're standing on holy ground.

- Yeah, you all look like loving people.

- Yeah, we are until we're pushed.

- I'm not trying to push you.

- By coming here you have pushed me.

- I'm sorry.

I'm just trying to find my son.

- Well, I don't know why you think he'd be here.

- Well--

- How did you know where we are?

- Sir, what's your name?

- My name is Manny.

- Manny, look,

I don't care what you all do here

or how you do it.

But Ruth joined your cul--

Your group, I mean, and she took my grandbaby.

And my son has custody and I--

- You need to leave. - Let me--

- You need to leave.

- Okay I will.

But when I come back I'm coming back

with enforcements.

- What did you say?

- Look, I work for the White House.

My son Barry's godfather is Secret Service.

Now I'm not-- - Are you threatening me

with the white man's government?

- No.

I'm just saying if I come back here,

I'm coming back with all of them.

So you might as well let me see if they are here

or at least let me talk to Ruth.

- You need to leave here now. - Look man, I'm not--

- You wanna leave here alive?

The choice is yours.

- You are not-- - Go!

- ♪

- What did they say?

- They won't let me in.

- Well let's just go, let's just go.

Just drive, drive.

- ♪

- That's not good.

He said that Barry kid we have in the back

is in with the Secret Service.

- What? - Yeah,

and he works at the White House.

- The Highest is not going to like that.

- No, no he's not.

We need to get him and the kid out of here now.

- Yes, let's do that.

- I'll go get him.

- Make sure you get the kid too.

I'll talk to Ruth. - MANNY: Yeah, talk to Ruth.

- Boys, let's get the truck.

We're not gonna let this happen.

- ♪

- Where is your boss?

- He's not here, ma'am.

- Yes, I know that.

Where is he?

- He's out with the President.

- Where?

- They went to Andrews for a visit.

- Get me the schedule.

- Ma'am, that wasn't on the schedule.

- Yes, I know that because I get the schedule.

- Right, I'm sorry.

- Let me see the itinerary. - Well, ma'am--

- The route the motorcade took.

- Ma'am-- - I know you file it.

Where is it? - Well, ma'am, please--

- Boy, let me see it!

- I'm not supposed to do that, ma'am.

- You're not supposed to do a lot of things.

Now let me see it. - Ma'am--

- You know what, never damn mind. Where is it?

- Ma'am, you can get me fired.

- You're worried about getting fired?

You need to be worried about that girl.

- That girl?

- Mmm, the one that he's with

that you call your girlfriend.

Oh, no, no, no, don't look away.

You must feel like a damn fool.

You do know what's going on, don't you?

- I have no idea what you're talking about, ma'am.

- Mm. Then you're as dumb as that haircut on your head.

- Ma'am-- - Stop saying ma'am.

That's all you people do is say "ma'am and sir".

Shut up. - Yes, ma'am.

- Don't say ma'am!

Why the hell would they go that far out of the way

to go Andrews?

- I can't say.

- You can't say or you won't say?

- Look, ma'am, I'm just recording the route, that's it.

- You know what? Useless, all of you!

Useless! - I'm sorry--

- If you were half a man, you would grab that bitch

by the throat and threaten her within an inch of her life.

I have to do everything around here.

And keep her away from my husband.

What kind of man are you that you can't do that?

Sorry excuse for a man.

- ♪

- [exhale]

- ♪

- Damn.

- MAX: What?

- If I didn't know any better, I would think

this was a normal day.

- Oh, it is for most people in the world.

- I guess I wish it was for us too.

- Yeah,

it will be once we can get through all this.

- I spoke to Lilly today.

- Bobby, come on--

- It was a secure line, alright? No big deal.

- How?

Everything blew up in the cabin.

- One of the Tracphones.

Well that was until your damn security guard

girlfriend disconnected the damn service.

- Yeah?

Good, that's my girl.

- I just wanted to see--

- You shouldn't be talking to her.

- I just wanted to check-- - She could be tracking you.

- She's not tracking me.

- I'm not willing to risk that,

so...give me the phone.

- Come on, Max.

- Hand it over.

Let's go.

[chuckles] You know better.

- I know.

- So, what did she say?

- She said she went to my cabin.

- What?

- Yeah, and the President was there

taking pictures and gloating.

- You've gotta be kidding me.

- She said the researchers are there now

looking for our DNA.

- Yeah, I knew they'd be doing that.

- You know all hell is going to break loose

once they don't find any, right?

- I know.

- So you want you to hear me say it?

- I know what you're gonna say. - Then say it.

- We could win this way. - Exactly!

- But Blakely has another plan.

- Shit, is it better than mine?

- Well, we'd get the electric chair for yours

so I'm gonna lean towards yeah.

- How would they find out?

We're smarter than them, remember?

- You're talking about assassinating the President.

Let's not even entertain that

until we've at least exhausted all other options.

- But I thought about that too.

- Okay, good. - I want to start with him.

- That's personal. - You're damn right it is.

Isn't it for you?

- It will be eventually.

- So, what's up with the girl?

- Are you kidding me? You want her now too?

- No, hell no. - Is that what this is?

- She is all yours. Hell no.

Not at all. - She's not.

- Well, Bobby know a thing or two about women and---

- MAX: Oh my God.

- I see her and how she looks at you.

- Would you-- - She wants the D.

- Oh my God, shut up. - I'm just saying.

Don't you wanna get some before you die?

- Would you shut up?

- My mama always told me a hit dog will holla.

- Shut up.

- What do I know?

[sighing]

- You got your seat belt on?

- Yeah.

- Dale? - Yeah.

Why, what's the matter?

- They're coming up here fast.

- DALE: Who is that?

- Is that them?

- Yeah. - DALE: Oh shit!

- Oh my God.

- Hold on.

- ♪

- [crash]

- ♪

- MAN: Next on "The Oval"--

- Thank you so much for going with him.

Smile, dumb bitch.

- Sam has signed on to a secure network

and is trying decrypt the 911 call.

What do you want me to do?

- Your wife and I think they're trying to cover something up.

- Cover up what?

- What really happened to Jean?

- I know you're upset 'cause you lost your little boy thing,

but trust me, baby, it was for the best.

He was a very, very bad guy.

- There are four years of his life that I can't account for.

Between his military service and his CIA detail,

he's a ghost.

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