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- That is not a good idea, 'cause when we get to Andrews,

the press core will be waiting.

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

- JASON: I think this may be the one to take your place.

- Shut up.

- I'm just trying to find my son.

- You wanna leave here alive?

- Son, you are not-- - Go!

- And then the President came, he was gloating about it.

- H-- - LILLY: Hello? Bobby?

- No more phones.

- DALE: Who is that? - SHARON: Is that them?

- Hold on.

- ♪

- ♪

- [coughing]

Dale, Dale, get out of the truck.

- BOTH: [coughing]

- RICHARD: Come on, Dale, the truck is on fire.

Help her now.

Sharon, Sharon!

- DALE: Sharon. Sharon.

- [coughing]

- Come on, Dale.

Get her away from the truck. Let's go.

- BOTH: [grunting]

- [explosion blasts]

- 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 ♪♪

- Ah shit.

Dale, you alright?

Sharon, Sharon.

Oh God, she's bleeding.

We gotta get her to a hospital. You got your phone?

- God, my head is hurting.

- Do you--do you have your phone?

- [groans]

Here.

- Dial--dial 9-1-1.

- DALE: I just want to lay down.

- No, dial 9-1-1, Dale!

Okay. - Yes.

We need an ambulance.

- Do you know where we are?

- We're on highway 62.

Yes, yeah, there's been an accident.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, we're hurt pretty bad.

Yeah, around mile marker 19.

- Those sons of bitches did this.

They did this!

- Boy.

- ALLAN: Ma'am.

- What's your name?

- Allan, ma'am.

- Come with me.

- Well, I have to man the phones.

- Do you want to be a little bitch all your life?

Take your balls out of that drawer and put 'em on.

Come with me.

- Ma'am, may I help you? - No.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Don't you dare.

Can't a woman surprise her husband?

- Yes, she can.

- Stop fidgeting and look like a -- boss.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Stand up straight, put your shoulders back.

- Yes, ma'am.

- And don't say "ma'am" to me one more damn time.

- ♪

- HUNTER: Darling. - Hunter.

- You see the press pulled in?

- Yes.

Have you met Allan?

- Of course.

How are you, young man?

- Fine, sir. - Good.

- I think we should all meet in the Oval. Hmm?

- Great idea.

- Ellie, thank you so much for going with him.

Smile, dumb bitch.

Shall we all meet in the Oval?

- Ladies first.

- DONALD: Shall I join you?

- VICTORIA: No, that won't be necessary.

- ♪

- What the -- are you doing?

- Did you know that she was his girlfriend?

- Victoria.

- Did you know that they're -- ?

- HUNTER: Victoria. - What?

- You guys can leave.

- No, no, I want to know.

- [sighs]

What did you tell her?

- I didn't tell her anything, sir.

- So, you know about this?

- Ma'am.

- Cut the ma'am shit. - I'm sorry.

- So, what did you walk in on them doing, huh?

- You know what? Tell her, tough guy.

- Boy!

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

- Are you sure?

- I'm sure.

- You're lying. So, I'll ask you.

Did he walk in on the two of you?

- I think this is conversation is ina--

- Inapprop--inappropriate? Woohoo.

That's an awfully big word for you, ain't it, girl?

Hunter, you hear this bitch chopping up syllables?

[chuckles] - Excuse me?

- Shut the -- up.

'Cause every time you open your mouth,

dumb and dicks fall out.

- Okay, you done?

- No, no, I'm rather enjoying this.

- Well, I am done. You guys can go.

- Nope, not until I'm finished. - I will finish you.

- Please hit me!

Hit me! With the press pool just a few yards away.

- I do not care.

- Hit me, hit me! - You are sick!

- No, what's sick is you. Look at this.

Look, look, look at him. This is his girlfriend, Hunter.

- I don't give a -- about him.

He couldn't please her.

- So you admit it?

- Victoria, you know we were having sex.

You found my underwear in her purse.

And, yeah, he walked in on us. So what?

What else is there? What else do you wanna know?

- Look at this. Look at his face.

- I don't care about his face. Look at her tits.

- Hunter, he is in agony. You don't care about that?

- No, I don't. He's a little abusive bitch.

And she's a conniving, little manipulative,

blackmailing minx.

Go ahead, tell her, Ellie.

- Sir, I think we should really be going.

- Yeah, I think you probably should.

- You see how she disrespects you, hmm?

You see that?!

You need to handle that. You really should.

- Let's go, Allan.

- Go on, handle it!

You see this mess you're in?

You see this, hmm?

What you gonna do?

Hmm, hmm?

Where are your balls? What are you gonna do, hmm?

Go on, handle that!

Remember what I told you. Choke--move!

Choke that-- - Ma'am.

- What?! - Your father is on the phone.

- What? - Oh yes.

And he'd like to speak to you and the President.

Shall I transfer him to the Oval?

- Yes.

- Allan, transfer line four to the Oval, please.

Thanks. - ALLAN: Yes, sir.

- Oh, damn it, what is it now?

- DONALD: Sir, your father-in-law is on line four.

- [sighs]

Well, you better get it.

- Sir, are you there?

- Yes I am. Victoria?

- Yes, father.

- I was really disappointed that you and Hunter

haven't called me since your mother's passing.

- We thought you wanted it that way?

- And why would I want it that way?

- Well, we know how private you are, sir.

- Even from my own daughter?

- I'm sorry.

- Save it. Is that boy on the phone?

- Right here, sir.

- Good, you both need to come see me.

I'm dying, there's some things you need to know.

- Yes, sir.

- Tomorrow.

- Oh, actually, sir, tomorrow I have a--

- You are doing nothing.

You've done nothing since you got into that damn office.

Sell that shit to someone else.

- Yes, sir.

- Tomorrow, four.

- Where are you father?

Father?

Do you know where he is?

- Yes, he's at the house in Virginia.

- Oh, damn.

- You know what? I'll set it up.

- Yeah, you do that. - You do that.

- ♪

- [indistinct chatter]

- Let her go. Let her go.

They got her.

- This is insane.

- You--you okay? - Yeah.

- Can you--can you fill out the paperwork for her?

I gotta call someone.

- I don't know her that well.

- Well, who does?

- Your wife.

- What?

- She told me that your wife knows the most about her.

- Okay.

- You gonna call her? - No!

You call her.

- I don't have--I don't know the number.

- Here, give me your phone.

Alright, call her.

- Okay.

- And look, don't tell her that y'all was with me.

Call her now.

- [phone ringing]

- Who--hmm.

Hello?

- Hi, uh...

- NANCY: Who is this?

- What's her name?

- Excuse me?

- I'm sorry, what's your name?

- What is your name?

- I'm sorry.

My name is Dale. I work at the pharmacy with Sharon.

She's in the hospital.

- What? - Yes.

- Wait, wait, what happened?

- Um, we were in a car accident.

- Is she alright?

- We don't know that yet.

But the hospital is asking for a lot of information,

I don't know about her. I just started working with her.

- Okay, okay. I'm coming down. Which hospital is it?

- St.--St. Rhodes Hospital.

- Okay. Alright, I'm on my way.

- DALE: Okay. - Bye-bye.

- [phone buzzing]

- Hello.

- KAREEM: Hey, Dale, this is Kareem.

Is Sharon still with you? She's not answering her phone.

- We were in a car wreck.

- KAREEM: What? Where is she?

- She's at St. Rhodes Hospital.

She's in with the doctor right now.

- KAREEM: I'm on my way. - Okay.

- ELLIE: Allan-- - Ellie.

- Not now!

- I can't believe you're doing this to me.

- Allan, just stop it.

- I guess I meant nothing to you, huh?

- I guess you didn't. And I've been trying to tell you that.

- Ellie, come on, I love you.

- Allan, stop loving me! Okay?

- Ellie, please.

- You really want me to change the locks, don't you?

- Ellie, what are you--

- Don't do this here, Allan. Don't touch me.

- No, you just want him to touch you, right?

Hmm? - Allan, listen to me.

If I scream and they come in here,

you lose everything. Is that what you want?

- I'm sorry, alright? But don't you love me?

- Stop asking me that!

I could ruin your entire career right now.

Is that what you want?

- Ruin me, hmm?

- That's what I said.

- Look at me, Ellie. - What?

- Ruin me, hmm?

No, Ellie, you're not gonna ruin me.

Right?

- Just keep your -- hands away from me, okay?

- ♪

- What are you up to?

- Look, Kyle, I am walking into my house, okay?

I have nothing to talk about.

- KYLE: Yeah, I don't want to talk to you either.

- Then why are you calling me?

- We got a problem.

- Will you just stop with the dramatics

and just tell me what it is.

- Sam has signed onto a secure network

and is trying to decrypt the 9-1-1 call.

- What the hell?

- What do you want me to do?

- Just--just handle it, Kyle. Okay?

- I can do that.

- Thank you. Look, no more bloodshed, okay?

This thing is just getting way, way out of hand.

- Yes, sir.

- I mean it, Kyle.

- I understand.

- Hello?

Asshole.

- Do you want to go grab some coffee?

- No, I'm good.

- Okay.

Sam, I need to speak to you.

- Sure.

- Well, it's kind of--

- Ben, take a walk. Please.

- Thanks. - Mm-hmm.

What is it?

- So, Kyle asked me to go over to take that tape

from the 9-1-1 call. - Yeah.

- Well, I did and-- - I know. It wasn't there.

- Yeah. But something's up.

- What do you mean?

- Sam, I'm trusting you here.

- Who else here you gonna trust?

Alonzo, I got you this job and trained you.

- Kyle was acting really suspicious about this.

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

- Cover up what?

- What really happened to Jean?

- And what do you think really happened?

- Well, you should ask your wife.

- No, no, I'm asking you.

- I think that she was killed here by someone.

- By who? - I don't know.

- Now listen to me. Don't share this with a soul,

okay? - I won't.

- Are you sure I'm the only one you've told?

- Yes, just you.

- Okay, get out of here. You should be off.

- Okay. - No, Alonzo, don't go home.

- I'm his supervisor and I sent him home.

- Well, I want to talk to you and him.

- Go home.

- Wait. Aren't you on the First Lady's detail now?

- Kyle, I'm your superior too.

- That's right sir, you are. - Go.

- Alonzo, I need to talk to you.

- Yes, sir.

- Did you go to the police station and pick up those tapes?

- No, sir. You said you would.

- Well, I was going to.

But when I got there, Sam, your friend said

that they were picked up by an Agent Smith.

Well, I talked to Agent Smith and he doesn't have them.

Alonzo doesn't have them. So, that leaves you, Sam.

You want to tell me what the hell's going on?

- Well what the--

- Go home, Alonzo. - Yes, sir.

- I have the tape.

- And why do you have it?

- Because I'm curious about a few things.

- And they are?

- What the hell really happened to Jean?

- Sam...

- And why the hell do you know, and I don't know?

- I don't know anything.

- Then why are you after the tape?

- Sam, this is so much higher than you.

- Tell me.

- You might wanna just let this go.

- No, no, no, no, no. I will never let this go.

A young lady was killed, perhaps by the hands

of a corrupt system.

- By the hands of her boyfriend. - No. I don't believe that.

- Well, what makes you think differently?

- She never left here.

- We have video of her leaving, Sam.

- That was a fake.

- What are you talking about?

- It's from an earlier day.

- Look, I--I don't--

- Cut the shit, Kyle, and tell me what you know.

Who's asking you to collect these tapes, these recordings?

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

- Well, maybe I should suspend you until you do?

- You don't want to do that. - Maybe I do.

- You can't really do that.

- Well, you're officially suspended.

I'll have you written up when I get in in the morning.

- You positive you want to do this?

- It's done. Go home for two weeks.

- Okay. - Now.

- Yes, sir.

Your grave.

- ♪

- Damn.

- ♪

- I see you're doing what you love.

- It relaxes me.

- Yeah, I remember.

- What are you doing in here?

- I just--I just came to get some clothes.

- Well, I had the staff put all your clothes in the guest room.

- Lilly. - So...

What? You shouldn't come in here.

- You shouldn't let them know that we're having problems.

- Like you leaving my underwear in the bedsheets...

as if we have sex.

- Okay, you know what? You just shouldn't let 'em know.

You know what--

- Alright, look.

Sit down, let me ask you something.

- Really?

- Yeah.

As long as you're here. - Okay.

- ♪

- An openly gay man ran for President...

and he did really well.

We have so many gay people

who are highly respected and are doing really well.

Donald, why can't you just come out and be that?

- 'Cause America is not the world, Lilly.

And when you're on that world stage...

there's no room for mistakes.

That's number one.

- You could be an example.

- You think I want to be married to a man?

Have you met Kyle?

[laughing]

- Am I missing something?

Because you certainly like having them on top of you.

- I'm gonna let you have that one.

Lilly, you will never understand this town

and the hatred that it has...

for outsiders.

- So, you used me

and wasted your life...

just to prove a point?

- Yeah, I guess I did.

- And never be happy?

- I have never in my life seen someone great be happy.

Why should I be the exception?

- God, Donald.

Just sounds like such a small, sad, empty life.

- Sad? Why would it be sad? Baby, I've got you.

[chuckles]

Now let me ask you something.

- Okay.

- Why would you stay in this situation? Hmm?

- Well, I ask myself that a lot.

- Well, do you answer yourself?

[chuckles]

- Yeah, I did. - Yeah.

- So, that I can climb

and get all that I deserve

for all the years of conning and bullshit...

for all the shit you put me through,

for pretending to be into me,

for pretending to be in love with me,

for pretending to

wanting to have a family-- - I was never pretending.

Never was that ever pretending, ever.

- What part?

- The love part.

- [laughing]

Alright, get the -- out of here. - Lilly, believe it or not,

I do love you with everything

that I have. - Okay, look, Donald,

don't tell me that you love me

when you don't even love yourself.

- Ooh.

- Yeah, and don't "Ooh" me.

Because if you did love yourself,

you would be who you are,

and doing what you wanted to do.

- Look around, aren't I? Huh?

- What a bitch. Look, you know what?

Clearly there's no talking to you

because you're gonna sit here

and get all prissy and do your little shit that you do.

- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, okay. You know what?

I know you're upset 'cause you lost your little boyfriend

'cause he's-- [imitates explosion]--dead.

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

He was a very, very, very bad guy.

Mm-hmm.

- You know, Donald, you can leave now.

- Okay. Yeah, I'll leave. But you know what?

I'll leave that right there, okay?

- Alright listen,

I'm not falling for this bullshit anymore, okay?

- I hired him, Lilly.

Yeah, I hired him.

We met, we talked about you.

He was supposed to screw you

and get footage of you having sex

and send it to me so that I could use as leverage

in case you ever tried to leave me in a divorce. Boom.

- You're lying.

- Oh, you think so? Alright, well here look at it.

It's right here. Check it out.

- Just get out of here.

- Okay, I'm leaving, I'm leaving. I'm leaving.

- Yeah, do that. - DONALD: Uh-huh.

Oh, check your messages, baby. Mm.

'Cause I'm gonna send you a link

to that little sex session that you had

in the airport bathroom.

Girl, you nasty. Just nasty!

Woo!

Goodnight.

- Ah.

- ♪

- MARTIN: This has to be really bad,

you're asking me to come see you.

- It is. Please, sit down.

- Okay, you wanna tell me?

- Umm.

[crying]

I don't even know how to say this.

- Well, it's gonna be fine.

The best way to say it is just to get it out there.

- Okay.

There was a maid that worked in the White House

and she disappeared in the White House.

- You mean the girl who's boyfriend killed her?

- No, no, I spoke to him that day.

He did not do it.

Now I know what the news said,

I know what the evidence looks like...but, no.

- Well, what do you think happened to her?

- I'm sorry.

She was killed in the White House and...

they tried to cover it up.

- Oh, boy. Here.

- Thank you.

But it gets worse.

- Okay.

- Diane Wilmont gave me this.

And she said if I didn't hear from her,

that I was to give it to Sam.

But I wanted to give it to you.

- Why didn't you give it to Sam?

- We are going through some problems right now.

I think he's sleeping with the First Lady.

I'm sorry.

- You think or you know?

- I know, I verified it when I got to work today.

- Sam is smarter than that. - Is he?

- Yes.

- Shit, I thought so too.

- Okay, well let me take a look at this and...

quietly make some calls.

- Okay, but you gotta be careful.

- I was gonna say the same thing to you.

- I know.

- Priscilla, this--this is really bad.

- I know.

- If everything you're saying is true,

this is going all the way back to the President.

- I know. That's why you're here.

- I'm gonna have to be very cautious

who I talk to about this.

- Yes, sir.

- You've talked to no one?

- No, I haven't.

- Not even Sam?

- No. All he knows is that I have suspicions.

- Okay. Don't say anything else.

- I won't.

- So what are you going to do about him and her?

- I--I don't know.

- Well, may I advise you to keep your cool?

- That's what I've been doing.

- Well, good.

- But I want to quit and I want a divorce.

- I understand that, but be sure you have all the answers

before you do that.

- I know.

- Please, I may need you on the inside.

- Ugh, I knew you were gonna say that.

- Alright, I'll call you later, once I make these calls.

- Okay.

I just wanna--I just wanna beat her ass.

- I know.

I'm so sorry, darling.

I love you. You know that.

It'll be okay.

- Thank you, General. I love you too.

Thank you for your help.

- No problem.

- Come on. I'll walk you out. - Okay.

It's alright.

- [crying]

- ♪

- Thank you. - You take care.

- Alright, you too. - Stay calm.

- Okay.

Ugh.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Did you talk to him?

- Yeah.

- Who is this in this photo?

- He's--

- Tell him.

- His name is Ben Davenport. He's a former CIA guy.

- Can we trust Mr. Davenport?

- Yes, we can.

- And we know that how exactly?

- Max...

- Look, if she says we can, we can, alright?

- Well, I don't know about that.

- Didn't I trust your sources?

- Yeah.

- And look where that got us.

- That is exactly why I need to know who this is.

- She just told you.

- How come I don't know him?

- How high up does your clearance go

in the Secret Service, Bobby? - I'm sorry,

I was talking to Max. - Oh, I'm--

- Hey, woah, woah, woah. Alright. Just relax, okay?

Go on. Tell 'em what you know.

- He just spoke with Agent Owen's wife.

- Priscilla.

- BLAKELY: Yeah. You know her?

- Yeah.

- He said that she told him some pretty damaging intel.

- About?

- About a housekeeper named Jean

being killed in the White House,

and now it's being made to look like a murder-suicide.

- Jean the maid?

- Yeah. You knew her too?

- Just in passing. But yeah.

- Max, this is deep.

It looks like they're covering their tracks in every direction

and in every which way that they can.

- This shit is crazy.

- Yeah, it is crazy.

Do you wanna know what else is crazy, Bobby?

- What?

- You don't check out.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- Do I need to say that again for you?

- Wait, wait, wait, what do you mean?

- I want him out of here by the morning.

- What the hell is going on, Bobby?

- Do you want to tell him?

- Would somebody talk?

- 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.

- Isn't that what all operatives are?

- Not with my sources. No.

My sources know everything.

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Do you want to tell me what's going on?

- Alright, I was in Moscow for a while under an alias.

- Ain't no way they sent your black ass to Moscow.

- How about you ask your sources

about Alexander Covetman,

number 4-5-6-7-7-9-8.

- I will.

- 'Cause I'm telling you,

I'm way more legit than you are, princess.

- Oh okay, well how about I just go give him a call

right now then? - Yeah, you do that.

And, when you get your info, I'll see you in the morning.

Now, if you don't mind, I would love to get some rest.

I'm really tired. Thank you.

- Where's your burner?

- You got it.

- All of them?

- Every last one of them.

- Okay.

- Good night. - No me -- .

- What did she just say?

You know what? It doesn't even matter.

She's more paranoid than you are. You need to watch her.

This was your idea, man.

- Excuse me, someone forgot to mention

they were in the CIA the whole time.

- Blakely... - Shhh...

- Come on. - What?

- He is solid. Okay?

- No offense, but you really haven't been

the best judge of that.

- Well, I think I've managed to do pretty good.

- No, you haven't.

- Dude.

Anyway, I know what you're doing.

- Oh, do you?

- Yeah, you're testing him.

- How do you know that?

- I don't know, you just happened to tell him

about Priscilla and Jean.

Looks like someone's not so sneaky after all.

- Okay, you're getting better.

- Feels good to hear that.

- God, you know me too well.

- Yes, I do. But he doesn't.

And I'm telling you, he's alright.

- Come on, let's grab a drink.

- Hi. I'm looking for Sharon Welles.

- Are you Nancy?

- Yes. - Hi, I'm Dale.

- Oh, hi, hi, Dale. Is she alright?

- We don't know. The doctors haven't updated us yet.

- Oh, okay. Okay.

- Could you fill out this paperwork?

- Oh yeah. Yeah, sure.

- I'm sorry. I don't know what to do.

- It's alright, it's alright.

So what happened?

- Well, we were in a pretty bad car accident.

- Was she driving? - No, she wasn't.

- NANCY: Are you alright? - Yeah.

- Okay, well what happened?

- Well, we were run off the road by someone.

- Why didn't you call the police?

- Your husband didn't want us to.

- I'm sorry, what?

- I'm sorry. He should probably talk to you.

- Wait. My husband was in the car?

- Yeah, but he's totally fine.

- What in the world?

Excuse me. I need to call him.

- They really need that filled out.

- I'm sorry, I need to call my husband.

- DALE: Yeah, sure.

- Richard, I need you to call me back, please.

What is going on?

- He wanted me to show him where that compound was.

- What compound?

- The one that Ruth is at.

I think that she's your son's--

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Well, I know where they are, so I showed him.

- What happened?

- They wouldn't let him in. And then, as we were leaving,

a truck came up behind us and just ran us off the road.

- Was it them?

- I don't know. I can't be sure. But I think it was.

- Oh. He needs to call the police. Where is he?

- I don't know.

- Lord have mercy.

- I'm sorry. They really need that filled out.

- Okay, alright. But are you sure my husband is okay?

- Yeah, yeah. He's fine.

- Okay, and he was not admitted here, right?

- No, no, he wasn't.

- Okay, okay.

- Hey. - Dale, what the hell happened?

- We were in a car wreck.

- Is she okay?

- She's in with the doctors.

I'm sorry, we don't know.

- Uh, hi.

- Can I help you?

- Yeah, I'm looking for Sharon Welles.

- And you are? - I'm her boyfriend.

- Okay.

- Can you get a doctor?! - Yes. One moment.

- Thank you.

- Excuse me, did she have any health insurance?

- No. We didn't offer health insurance.

- Oh. Okay.

- Are you Barry's mother?

- Yes, yes.

- What are you doing here?

- I came here to help and to see her.

- Alright, well. we've got this. We don't need your help.

- Excuse me, who do you think you're talking to?

- I'm sorry. No offense, but we're good.

- Who do you think you're talking to?

I'm not leaving.

- Okay.

- ♪

- ♪

- Barry!

Barry!

- WOMAN: Next on "The Oval"--

- JODY: Barry is laying on the dining room table.

Richard, it's bad. It's really bad. You need to come home!

- BOBBY: I miss you. - I miss you too.

- I wanna see you.

- Do you know where your wife is?

- No, I do not, Kyle.

- KYLE: She's at a hotel with someone, Donald.

- Find out who she's with.

- Yes sir, I am on it.

- I will give them Jason on a silver platter

if it comes to it.

- HUNTER: The boy needs help.

- VICTORIA: Well that's what they said

about Dahmer, Gacy, and Bundy.

- HUNTER: He's not a serial killer.

- ♪

- ♪

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