Original subtitles

- Bobby and Max are alive? - Yes, sir, they are.

- MAN: Previously on "The Oval"--

- You're really thinking about taking them out?

- It's either them or us.

- If my father dies, we have no more protection.

- Did you give me this ring because you knew he was there?

- If you're asking me that, then you don't know me.

- No, I do know you, that's why I need an answer.

- What the hell is wrong with you?

- Mom, what the hell?

- You are going to a prison, not very different

from the one your sister's in.

- She's a bitch!

And she's evil, and I-- - Shhh!

- Say what you were saying.

What were you saying?

- Ma'am, we-- - I was talking to her.

- Sorry, ma'am.

- What were you saying about the bitch?

- Ma'am, she wasn't referring to you.

- I think she was.

Again, I was talking to her.

What did you say?

- I'm sorry, but I was having a personal conversation.

- Oh, personal.

Well, this is the White House.

My house.

So all of that shit you were saying is now personal to me.

Are you gonna tell me what you said?

- Ma'am-- - What?

- We have all been working long hours.

And we love serving your family.

But perhaps it's better that Priscilla left for the day.

- Yes, you're right.

Today, tomorrow...

and forever.

- Oh, ma'am.

- I think the bitch that I am

wants you to leave...

for good. - You know what?

- Priscilla, you should go.

- No, -- that! - Priscilla.

- Oh. [chuckles]

Have you lost your mind?

- My husband told me what happened between the two of you.

- Oh, did he now?

- Yeah, he told me all about how you came onto to him.

- Mm, did he tell you how willing he was?

- Was he now?

- Apparently, you're not giving him what he wants.

- Bitch, let me tell you one mother -- thing.

I am not someone that you wanna play with.

- How dare you.

Who the hell do you think you are?

- Oh, I know who I am.

The problem is, you don't know who you are.

So let me tell you-- - Priscilla.

- Richard, back the -- up.

No, no, no, 'cause, see, I'm tired of this low-down

gutter trash trying to make us feel less than.

- Mm.

- You are a pathetic excuse for a woman.

You make all Black women look bad.

You haven't been happy one day in this house.

You can't even smile without looking like a -- creep.

You treat your children like animals.

And that's why they are the way they are.

They don't know what love is.

But how could they?

Looking at you.

There have been some really insane First Ladies,

but you are by the far the worst.

They had enough class not to sleep with the help.

I don't respect you.

I don't like you.

And I certainly am not afraid of you.

You are a small maggot of a person.

So fire me.

Do that, and the book I write will bring all you mother --

to your knees. - Hmm.

- Just as desperately as you were on yours.

- Oh.

- Touch him outside the professional way again

and see what happens to you.

Now, I'm gonna take the rest of the day.

Hell, maybe even the rest of the week off.

And, Richard, can get your damn tea.

At least that way you know there's no poison in it.

- You are so fired.

- Oh, you think so?

- Done.

- Where is Jean, Victoria?

Hmm?

-- with me.

- ♪

- [door slams]

- ♪

- Um, um, I'll have that tea right up, ma'am.

- Shut up, Richard.

- ♪

- [door slams]

- What the -- ?

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

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

♪ You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine ♪

♪

♪ Not really sure where we're headed to ♪

- MAN: You are standing by.

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

- ♪

- Is everything okay?

- Why would you think that everything is not okay?

- Well, I was just wondering.

- What did you hear?

- Nothing.

- Okay.

Well, dresses?

- Uh, yes, I have some sketches here,

some new designs brought from my studio.

- Oh.

These are beautiful. - Mm.

- ♪

- This one. I like this one.

How soon can you get this here?

- Oh, well, I thought you might like that one.

Yeah, um, I have a messenger coming over with several items.

So he should be here any minute.

- Okay.

Thank you.

- Sure.

- ♪

- You know, I admire you.

- I'm sorry?

- Don't make me say that twice.

- ♪

- Okay.

- You're a strong woman.

But not like me.

But you show a little bit too much vulnerability.

- Oh, well, vulnerability in a woman is not a bad thing.

- It is in this seat.

- Well, maybe you should try it.

- Excuse me?

- Look.

We're gonna be girlfriends, right?

Well, I think I should tell you the truth.

- Go on.

- You have...masculine energy.

And it wouldn't hurt to soften that in public.

- [scoffs] Masculine?

- Yes, the way you walk, the way you stand.

And now don't get me wrong,

you're a beautiful woman.

But you just don't know how to stand in your femininity

or how to walk in heels.

And the contouring of your makeup can be softer,

to soften the jawline and cheekbones.

- I think you misunderstood.

- Mm, what do you mean?

- I'm not interested in you saying

any of these things to me.

- Well, I thought you wanted to be friends.

- Well, I thought we could bond.

You have a gay husband, and I have a philandering idiot

who's running the country.

- Well, ma'am, with all due respect,

the last time we spent any time together,

all you did was just talk about yourself.

- Because I'm interesting.

- I see.

- Well, you don't think so? - No.

I mean, you are.

I just think that you can serve yourself well by listening.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Uh, you'll let me know when the dresses get here.

- Will do.

- I'll walk with you.

- Oh, okay.

- VICTORIA: Maybe you can teach me how to walk. [laughs]

- PRISCILLA: Just stand in that femininity all the way up.

- ♪

- Sir? - Yeah?

- I have Agent Flint on the phone for you.

- Oh.

- ♪

- Kyle?

- I saw his kid earlier.

- You follow him.

- Yeah, yeah, they're at his grandmother's house

on his mom's side.

- Okay, then why are you on the phone with me? Hmm?

- [sighs] Sir, it's--it's a kid.

- Whoa, Kyle, don't tell me you're having second thoughts

on me, hmm?

- No.

- DONALD: Or getting soft on me now, my Kyle?

- No.

- National security, Kyle.

- Yes, sir.

Thank you. - Do it.

- KYLE: It's done. - Good.

- [phone bangs]

- [sniffing]

- ♪

- Hey.

- Jason.

- How you doing?

- I'm good, man, what are you doing down here?

- I tried to hurt her.

- What do you mean?

- I tried to hurt her for you.

- Jason.

- -- it, it was so crazy, okay. - [clears throat]

- Someone hit me.

- Look, um, I think you should head upstairs, okay?

- Do you know who hit me?

- No, Jason, I don't--I don't even know

what you're talking about.

Sorry.

- Allan, aren't you surprised that I tried to hurt her?

- Look. [clears throat]

I'm really busy right now, okay?

Can you just head upstairs for me, please?

- ♪

- Look, Allan,

they're trying to send me away, okay?

- Okay.

Maybe...that's for the best.

- No, it's not.

They sent my sister away, and I haven't seen her since.

- Okay, Jason--

- No, do you know what they'll do to me in there, man?

They'll me in some sort of mental place, okay?

They'll mess with my brain.

- Okay, that's what you need!

- What?

- I hit you, Jason.

- You hit me?

- Yes.

Okay, it was me.

I'm sorry, alright, but I--I did it, okay?

I hit you.

- But we're best friends.

- Look, kid...we were never friends.

- No, I--I thought you were on my side, okay?

- You're sick, Jason, okay? You need some help.

- No, I'm not sick, Allan. - Okay, okay.

- You're sick. - Calm down.

Calm down.

I'm sorry.

Can you just head upstairs for me, please?

Alright?

- ♪

- You'll be sorry, Allan.

- Look, I don't have time for this right now.

Can you just head upstairs, please?

Get the hell out of here.

- [laughing] You'll be sorry.

- Allan, we're heading out shortly to meet with--

Jason?

- Yeah?

- How are you, buddy?

- Fine. - DONALD: Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Well, what are you doing here?

- Nothing. - DONALD: Nothing? Mm.

- What was that about?

- Sir-- - You better tell me right now,

Allan. - That kid has serious problems.

- Yeah, I know that. - No, you don't know, okay?

He asked me to kill the president.

- What? - Yeah.

- ♪

- Are you? - Sir.

No, he told me he knows where all the weapons are.

- And how does he know that, Allan?

- That kid knows everything. - How?

- I mean everything. - How?

- The kid's everywhere, he's in every room, he's upstairs,

downstairs.

The kid's freaking me out. - Okay.

You know what, I'll talk to his parents, okay?

- You know they're not gonna do a thing.

- Allan. You know where you are?

- I'm sorry, sir.

Look, I'll be back by 8, okay? - Okay.

- ♪

- ♪

- [phone ringing]

- ♪

- What up though? - Yo. This is Barry.

- I got caller ID, -- , I know who it is.

- Look, man, you know they got my daughter, right?

- Yeah, I heard about that.

Sorry about your cousin, too. - BARRY: Thanks.

- So what's up?

- Look, man, I know where they at.

- You do? - Yeah.

And I know they got a lot of money on it, too.

- Wait, what?

- Ruth had $100,000 while she was here.

She brought it to them. - Oh yeah?

- BARRY: Yeah, and I know where they keep it at.

But, look, y'all help me get my daughter out,

y'all can get all the money.

- Hey, B, you sure there's money there?

- BARRY: Yes, man, I saw it, I'm telling you.

But, look, I need to get my daughter out first.

- Okay, how many you need? - BARRY: How many you got?

- Shu, I got what you need.

When you trying to do this?

- Now. - Bet.

Come on over. - I'm on my way to you.

- Bet.

- ♪

- [groans]

- ♪

- Uh, where you going?

- Just going for a drive.

- You can't.

- Why can't I?

- Your daddy took your keys.

- What?

- Yes. He does not want you going back over there.

- ♪

- That's fine, I could just get me a ride.

- What is wrong with you?

- My daughter being stuck in that hellhole

is what is wrong with me, Mom.

- And they are going to get her, son.

- Ma, you were not there.

- No, I wasn't.

- So you don't understand how bad it is there, okay?

- Okay, so what are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna get some of my boys,

and I'm gonna go get her myself. - Oh, and get killed?

- Look, I know where they keep her.

- Barry, you're not going back over there.

- Mama, look, there is nothing that's gonna stop me

from going to get my daughter, do you understand me?

- Why don't you just let your daddy handle it?

- I got this. - Barry.

- Look, Ma, she wouldn't even be there in the first place

if you didn't let 'em take her!

- Boy, I am not playing with you.

- Well, I'm not playing either. I'm going.

- [sighs]

- ♪

- [knocking at door] - DONALD: Yeah?

- ♪

- Long time no see. - Yeah.

Surprised you asked me here.

- Well, I wanted to see you. Please sit.

- I was excited to see you.

- It's really good to hear.

- Back to old business?

- Uh, somewhat.

- Where's that asshole? - Which asshole?

It's the White House, pick a room.

- BOTH: [laughs]

- Kyle.

- Uh, he's on assignment.

- Figured as much.

Knew it had to be something in order for you to invite me here.

- Well--

- You know he hates me.

- You know, I'm pretty sure that I still love you.

- It doesn't feel like that lately.

- Really?

'Cause I do.

- Thank you.

I missed you.

- Oh, that's good, Vince, because I

have really missed you too.

- Can we spend some time together?

- Yes, we can.

But, uh...

I need a favor.

- Sure you do.

I figured as much. - Yeah.

His name's Dale.

You can take it if you want.

- Who is he?

- Someone who needs to not exist.

That's where he works, the pharmacy.

- Okay.

Can I see you after? - Yes.

Where would you like meet?

- How 'bout the Rotunda Hotel?

- Oooh, the Rotunda Hotel.

Boy, if those walls could talk. - [laughs]

- DONALD: Same room? - Yeah, same room.

- Gladly.

- I'll see you later tonight.

- After it's done? - Yes.

- Oh, and Vince, make it look a robbery at that pharmacy, okay?

- Okay.

- Damn, Vince.

- ♪

- I, uh...

I made sure I had your favorite ice cream.

- I'm fine.

- [unintelligible] Van--vanilla, okay?

- ♪

- Sharon, it's my peace offering, I'm sorry.

- I can't marry you.

I'm not ready.

You're--you're not ready.

- No, yeah, I am.

- You are?

- I am, yes.

- [sighs] Well...

I still love Barry.

- [chuckles] Okay.

- No, go off, do what you normally do.

- I'm not gonna go off.

- Kareem, you are gripping that counter so tight right now.

- What does he do for you other than make you feel like garbage?

- You don't understand.

- I wanna understand.

Help me understand.

- [sighs] Yes, okay.

He treats me like shit.

- And you love him?

- I don't want to. - Then don't.

- It's not that easy, and you know that.

'Cause when I see him, I want to be with him.

- Sharon. - No, you need to hear this.

- No, the hell I don't.

- Then we'll never make it.

- I don't wanna keep talking about him.

- That's that bullshit I'm talking about.

Nobody ever wants to talk about the exes,

but that's where all the triggers are!

- The triggers? - Yes!

If you would learn from them and listen,

you'll learn what you can't do.

- I know what not to do.

- Do you know why...I don't cook pepper steak

or order it when we go out?

- What are you talking about?

- I don't, because when that girl broke your heart

you said her mom makes good pepper steaks.

And you haven't had one since.

You see, I remember that.

And so that shit he did to me,

that's what you need to pay attention to.

'Cause now you know what not to do to me.

- I know what not to do to you, Sharon.

- And what's that?

- I know to respect you.

I know not to treat you like trash.

I know not to squeeze your hand too tight,

'cause you don't like that feeling.

And I know not to hold you down during sex.

I know you don't like too much PDA.

I know that you don't like the color orange.

I know that you don't like yelling.

You don't like shouting. You don't like--

- What?

- What we're doing right now, you don't like this.

- I hate it. - I know you hate it.

I know you.

- Then you should know how I feel about him.

- I'm trying, but it hurts.

This hurts.

Because I just want you to love me.

- I want to.

I do, I want to.

- And you--

- You just--you have to give me time.

I need that.

- So you're gonna go back to him?

- No. No, I'm not gonna go back to him.

But I do still love him, and you need to know that.

- Okay.

- I'm sorry.

That's the truth.

- I needed to know the truth.

- ♪

- You still want some ice cream?

- Yes.

- ♪

- Sir?

- Yeah?

- Are you ready to go and see your father-in-law?

- Uh, do I have a choice?

- Sorry, sir.

The motorcade is waiting.

- Yeah, where's the battleax?

- If you were speaking about your incredible wife,

here she is.

You remember Lilly?

- Yes, Donald, aren't you the lucky one?

- Oh, I think we both are, sir.

- Well, thank you, Mr. President. [giggles]

- Well, we don't wanna be late.

- Shall we?

- Oh. Thank you, Lilly. - You're welcome.

- [indistinct chatter]

- ♪

- I'll see you out there?

- Yes, darling. - Alright.

- I look forward to it. - Heck yeah.

- I thought you were coming.

- No, ma'am.

You're well covered with the President's team, ma'am.

- But I wanted you.

- I assure you, you'll be fine.

- HUNTER: Come on, honey, let's go.

- ♪

♪

- ♪

- Yo, yo. - What's up, man? How you doing?

- We doing this? - Hell yeah, we doing this, man.

I gotta get my daughter out of there.

- I hear you, let's get it done then.

- What you got? - Shit, we three loads deep.

- I see that. - Yo, we got this, bro.

- Let's go. - Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You sure the money's there?

- Yes, I brought 'em $100,000.

- Alright then, let's do it. - I got you, okay?

- Let's do it then. - Alright, let's go.

- Hey, we doing this for your daughter and for Picky.

- Yeah, let's go.

- ♪

- CURTIS: Leave us, Lorie.

- Father.

How are you?

- I'm dying.

- I'm sorry.

- You don't greet?

- Hello, sir.

- I can't tell you how disappointed I am

in both of you.

- I'm sorry-- - You're interrupting me?

- No, sir.

- With your mother, I knew it wouldn't be long

before she died.

She was looking tired every day.

But what I didn't know

is that she would be strangled to death

by your son.

He is a -- cockroach.

You know what you do with a cockroach?

You kill it.

I've never seen a more pathetic group of people.

When I die...

neither of you will have a soul to protect you.

The markets will crash because they know I've been the one

holding your stupid,

ignorant, country-ass

up in that place.

All you think about is sex and more sex.

What kind of viper are you?

There is some really terrible people,

far worse than me and your mother, who are afar that Oval,

and they will stop at nothing.

This isn't about America.

We don't give a shit about America.

This is about money.

And I'm the Negro they let in.

I'm the Negro that gave them my daughter.

They knew they needed someone of color to take that place,

so I suggested you.

[laughing]

I can tell Milliken is laughing every day

because...they trusted me with you two.

You're both in danger.

You both will die a horrible death.

When I die, they want you out of office.

They want impeachment and embarrassment.

They want, um,

humiliation to my good name.

And then, they want your assassination.

And not necessarily in that order.

That girl that was decapitated,

that son of yours killing the maid

and all of the sloppy-ass cover-ups,

amateur hour.

Victoria, I taught you better than that.

- He wouldn't let me handle it.

He said he would take-- - That means

nothing to me.

You disappoint me.

I'm gonna miss the cherry blossoms in the spring,

gunpowder from the 21-gun salute.

You are the classic epitome

of White privilege--tall, handsome, White boy

the country was built and handed to you.

And look at what you're doing.

You're a -- up.

I gave you the White House.

But that makes sense.

That's what you do.

[laughs]

- ♪

- That's what you do.

I wish you well with all your struggles.

You may leave now.

- Sorry.

- You will be.

- ♪

- SAM: Wow, you weren't kidding about this place.

- Have a seat, Sam.

- ♪

- [sighs]

- How are you?

- Well, as good as I can be.

- You wanna tell me what's going on?

- I'm sure Priscilla has filled you in.

- I want you to fill me in.

- How much did she tell?

- We're playing cat and mouse, Sam. You know I don't like that.

Talk. - Yes, sir.

Uh...

there is some concern about the First Son, sir.

- Well, did he kill the girl or not?

- I don't have any evidence, sir.

- What does your gut say?

- My gut says yes.

- Okay, well, that's a problem.

- Yes, sir, it is.

- What about you -- the First Lady?

That's really disappointing.

- I'm disappointed in myself.

- You got a loving wife at home,

and you wanna sleep with her?

- I know.

- Why would do that?

- Well, Priscilla and I were just growing apart.

I mean, she never wants to have sex and--

- Oh, so let me get this straight.

You sleep with the wife of the president because you're horny?

- I know, and I've been beating myself about it.

- Stop beating yourself up and beat your meat!

What the hell is wrong with you?

- [sighs] Yes, sir.

- You attracted to her?

- ♪

- I'll take that as a yes.

Let me say this to you, son.

Never stick your dick in the cash register.

And don't tell me you know.

All you guys, you're like sons to me.

I really care for you all, but stupid is stupid.

Now you go back and make it right with your wife.

And you stay away from that woman.

And I don't give a damn how good the sex is.

It's always good when it's taboo, do you understand?

- Yes, sir.

- Now, Sam, that woman and her father, they're deadly.

Be careful how you pull away.

- I understand.

- Let's get back to the matter at hand here.

- Okay.

- I need you to gather as much evidence as you can,

and get it all to me. - Yes, sir.

- And I'll handle it from there. Alright, there's--

there's somebody out back you need to talk to.

- Come on out, guys!

- ♪

- This is not my place, Sam.

- Max? - Sam, hey.

- How are you?

- I'm okay.

- What's going on?

- You got bigger problems than that kid who killed the girl.

Well, let me tell you what we've got.

We've got a decapitated female

that Kyle tried to blame on Max and Yuma.

He's alive, and she's dead.

They got Diane Wilmont.

She was found at her house this morning.

They're saying it's a heroin overdose.

- We know that's not true.

- That leaves you all as the only witnesses left alive

in all of this.

This is big enough to bring down the president

and his entire party.

They will set out to destroy all of you.

Sam, I need you and Priscilla to go to work as usual,

gather as much evidence as you can.

- Yes, sir.

- It's the Chief of Staff, Agent Kyle, the President,

First Lady, and her parents are all in on this.

Now let's go figure this out.

[grunts]

- ♪

- These phones are all secure.

Now we can communicate freely, but we only talk

with each other. You understand?

- ♪

- Alright.

- Now I'm gonna leave the way I came in.

Alright.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- ♪

- This is insane.

- Yeah, tell me about it.

- ♪

- Why so quiet?

- Just thinking about what your dad said.

It was a good speech.

Pride before the fall.

I like it.

But, uh, he's not gonna need the Bible where he's going.

- Are you scared?

- Why would I be scared?

- Well, you may not be, but I am.

- Why?

- Hunter, don't you get what he's done for us?

- Don't you get that I don't care.

- Look at this. Look.

- Look at the price of all this.

- Okay, so what? What do you wanna do?

Go to Colorado and work on the damn railroad?

- You know what?

I had a life before I met you.

- Yeah, drinking, screwing, and doing

whatever the hell you wanna do.

- At least I was free.

- You're a frat boy, grow the hell up!

- [indistinct yelling]

- Sir? - DONALD: What is it?

- We have an altercation here in the motorcade.

- DONALD: Are you kidding me? - No, sir.

- DONALD: How far back is the press pool?

- Few cars back.

- DONALD: Okay, damn it, just stop. I'm going back there.

- Ten four. Pull over.

- -- you, Hunter, let me go!

I'm sick of your shit!

- ♪

- VICTORIA: I'm sick of this!

- ♪

- VICTORIA: Stop it! I am sick of it!

Sick--uh, stop it!

- HUNTER: Not now, Donald! Get out of here!

- No, sir!

Sir, these windows are not tinted.

You will stop this, and you will stop this right now.

Ma'am, sit over here.

- [heavy breathing]

- ♪

- Damn it.

- DONALD: Sir, are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Ma'am?

- She's fine too.

Who gives a -- ?

- [bell dinging]

- What the hell is that?

- Sir, that's your private phone.

You should really answer that.

- [sighs]

Hello?

- You don't learn, do ya?

- Sir?

- CURTIS: Motorcade in the middle of DC?

- Sir.

- You don't learn.

- Sir. - [phone clicks]

- Sir, is everything okay?

- Yeah, it was--

That was her father.

- I told you there was a leak to him.

- How the hell would he know?

- What did he say?

- He said I don't learn.

- [sighs] - I see.

- You see what?

- Donald, how good is your wife at making dresses that are

appropriate for a funeral?

- He wouldn't dare.

- You'll see.

- Okay, you know what, we're almost to the White House.

So just relax, we will get you there.

We will get you in safely.

And everything will be fine in the morning, okay?

- [scoffs] Hope springs eternal, Donald.

- ♪

- I can ask, but I'm new here, so--

- Well, where is Kareem?

- He's not here.

- Well, he hired you, so you should know what to do.

- I'm really sorry, ma'am.

- This is ridiculous.

Is there anyone else here? - No.

- You mean they left you here by yourself?

How new are you? - I just recently started.

- And he left you here?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Good lord, in this neighborhood?

- Yes, ma'am.

- A White boy? - Yes, ma'am.

- He's trying to get your ass killed.

You need to learn what you doing.

You wait until I talk to Kareem about this bullshit.

Mm-hmm.

- ♪

- Hi, can I help you?

- Yeah, I need some condoms.

- Oh, yeah, they're--they're right here.

- You're really cute.

- Oh, thank you.

- You live around here?

- Yeah, I just moved into town.

- Wow, we should get something to eat sometime.

- Yeah, okay.

- Come on.

You think I'm cute.

- Well, I'm at work, so I--

- Yeah, I, um--I need the really large kind.

- Okay.

- Thanks.

You have any lube?

- Yeah, it's right here.

- Perfect.

- Yeah, I'll ring you up right here if you want.

- Now this would have been fun.

- I'm sorry?

- If you lived.

- What?

- He must be really jealous of you.

- I'm sorry, what are you talking about?

- [laughs] Yeah, now I see it.

- See what?

- Sorry, how much is it?

- Oh.

- [gunshots]

- ♪

- You know what? I'll just take the other one.

We have to have something.

Hello?

Well, where did that boy go now? Hello?

- [groans]

- What kind of phone is this?

- Well, that's what we call new technology.

- New tech?

Hmm.

And we can call anybody?

- Can't be traced.

- Cool. I guess I can

go ahead and call-- - No, no.

Don't even think about it.

- [sighs]

- Speaking of calls, when was the last time you called her?

- Why?

- Because we got a tail.

- It's not because of her.

- Right.

That's not a tail.

- What the hell is that?

- ♪

- ALL: [yells] - [brakes squeal]

- Let's go!

- [groans]

- [gunshots]

- ♪

- [groans] I'm good, dawg. I'm good.

- [gunshots]

- Hold your fire, Max!

- [gunshots]

- Hold your fire, Max! - Shit.

- You ever wanna see your son again!

- Uh. - How the hell did he find us?

- I don't know.

- [gunshots]

- Did you hear me, Max?

If you ever wanna see MJ again, walk away!

- [gunshot]

- Get out of the way. [unintelligible]

- [gunshots]

- This is our only chance.

I'm taking it.

- Alright, go. - Oh, shit.

- [gunshots]

- Where is he going?

- After the president.

- What? - Go, go, go, go!

- [gunshots]

- ♪

- [grunts]

- [gunfire continues]

- ♪

- Get out of the -- car now!

- [gunshots]

- ♪

- [car revs]

- ♪

♪

- [gunshots] - [yelling]

- [groaning]

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