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-She hates us. -Previously on "the oval"...

Gayle: I can't even tell anybody

because she's the devil.

Denise: I don't want to do this.

-Kiss me. -It's a good thing I found her

'cause she was about to get raped.

Come on. But she lost her phone.

Sam: Yeah, I know. They got it tracked.

Donald: Recover the phone.

If there are any loose ends, tie them up.

Sharon: You don't think I care about her?

-I'm sorry. -I love you so much.

Crowd: Justice for Thomas!

Victoria: You will never see that boy again.

I can assure you of that.

I hate you.

Then jump...

[Brakes screech]

If it ain't one thing, it's another.

-Be still, ma'am. -Ok. Stay still.

Gayle: It hurts.

[Car door opens]

[Gayle groaning]

Ohh!

-Stay still. -It hurts!

-Lie still, ma'am. -It hurts.

Victoria: I'm sure it does.

You have got to start thinking.

Get up.

Yuma: Ma'am, we shouldn't move her.

Is she dead?

Yuma: No, ma'am.

Then get your ass up.

Yuma: Ma'am, I don't think that we should...

No, no, don't think.

Yuma: Yes, ma'am.

Gayle: I need an ambulance!

Oh, I'm sure you do.

Gayle: Help me!

Victoria: That hurt, didn't it?

Gayle: I think I broke something.

Victoria: And you lost your mind at the same damn time.

-Can you help me, please? -Get up.

Yuma: We need a medic, ma'am.

Well, aren't you a medic?

Yuma: I am, ma'am, but she's...

Victoria: Well, now I'm requiring you to think.

Put her in the car, medic.

Yuma: She's gonna need an ambulance.

I'm not waiting for an ambulance,

and I don't want this in the press.

Get her up and put her

in the car. Come on.

- Ma'am... - You thinking?

Yuma: With all due respect...

That means no respect coming.

Yuma: She is going to need an ambulance.

Victoria: The car was at a slow crawl when she jumped.

Put her in the car! -Ma'am, we shouldn't move her.

If you don't put her in the damn car, I will.

Now I've got to wash my hair and get ready for my first day of press tomorrow.

[Gayle moans and cries]

Man: Ladies and gentlemen... [Echoes]

♪ Feels like I'm runnin' out of time ♪

♪ you got to get yours, I got to get mine ♪

♪ not really sure where we're headed to ♪

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

-[Crying] -Yuma to Sam.

Sam: Sam. Copy.

-Secure line, please. -I got it.

[Cell phone vibrates]

Yuma: Sir.

Sam: What is it? Where are you?

Yuma: We have a situation.

The sparrow jumped out of a moving car.

-What? -Yeah.

She's on the ground, moaning in pain.

Hawk two is refusing medical help.

-What? -She advised us

to put her in the car

and bring her back to the white house.

Are you there?

-Yes. -What do we do, sir?

-I'm on my way. -She will not wait for that, sir.

[Victoria exhales sharply]

Damn it! Come on!

Yuma: An order, sir, please?

-Where are you? -10 minutes out.

Sam: Assess her injuries and bring her here.

I'll have the white house doctor on stand-by.

Yuma: Yes, sir. Ok.

Ma'am?

-Help me, please. -Ok, ok.

Where are you hurt? -All over.

Yuma: We're gonna have to get you to a doctor, ok?

Gayle: I can't get up. I can't move.

Yuma: I know, I know. I'm gonna help you.

-Ok. -All right?

-Ok. -Ok.

Gayle: Oh. Ohh! Ow!

-Ok. -[Whimpering]

Ok!

Yuma: This may hurt, ok? Do it.

-[Screaming] -It's all right.

[Gayle crying]

Gayle: Ow. [Crying]

Victoria: Will you please shut up?

It hurts.

Then maybe your stupid ass should have stayed in the car.

-God. -And you,

slamming on brakes while i'm putting on my lipstick.

I swear, if you mess up my makeup...

- Ma'am, your daughter was... - Are you still talking?

My daughter is an ungrateful little...

-I hate you. -And so does 42%

of america, dear.

Welcome to my world.

Can we go now?

And why are you driving so slow?!

It's 'cause I'm in pain.

Pain?

Girl, you have no idea what pain is.

You were born into privilege,

spoiled rotten,

given everything.

Gayle: Everything but love.

Victoria: Oh.

We can't have it all, dear.

No one can.

Speed up!

Hit every bump.

I'll show you you have no idea what pain is, little girl.

[Sirens blaring]

-Sam. -Yes, sir?

-Are you sure she's secured? -Yes, sir.

She's in the car with the first lady now.

They're about 10 minutes out, sir.

Donald: Great. I am gonna go home

and try to get a few hours of sleep.

-Yes, sir. -Heh! Thanks.

-Sir, um... -Yes?

Sam: With the sensitivity of what's happened, uh,

I think it's best if we have the part-time staff leave and bring in the senior staff.

Donald: What, you don't trust 'em?

-Sir, I trust them all. -Hmm.

Sam: But I know the senior staff.

We've had similar incidents in the past.

Donald: You have? With who?

44? 45?

-Sir. -43?

42? -Sir.

Donald: I'm just testing you, Sam.

Do... do whatever you think is best.

-Sir? -What?

Sam: What I think is best is bringing back Richard hallsen, sir.

Donald: Oh. Forgot about that.

-Shall I, sir? -No.

You know what? I'll tell him tomorrow.

-Yes, sir. -All right.

Have a good night, or what's left of it.

-Good night, sir. -Yeah.

[Sighs]

[Line rings]

[Cell phone vibrating]

[Sighs]

[Sighs, sniffs]

Hey, honey. Everything all right?

Yeah. Uh, we need the senior staff to come in.

Ok. [Sighs]

-I'm sorry. -You know I know it's the job.

Yeah, but I know you're tired.

Well, will you find time to rub my feet?

Heh! For sure.

[Chuckles] I love you.

I love you, too. I'll see you in a bit.

Ok. See you in a bit.

[Sighs]

Hey, Jean. Get up, girl.

-Come on. -Baby. Mm-mmm.

-Come on, come on. -Baby, I got to go find my daughter.

Sharon: All right. It's all right.

-I got to find my daughter. -We will.

Sharon: You've been up this whole time. You need to lie down, ok? Come on.

Barry: Wait. I got to find my daughter. I can't right now.

Sharon: All right. How 'bout... How 'bout you just hold me?

Ok? Can you do that?

Come on.

-All right. -All right.

Sharon: There we go. Good.

-What if I don't find her? -You will. You will.

Barry: Yeah, but what if I don't?

Sharon: Baby, just shh.

Relax.

Barry: I need to talk to that girl.

-Your mother is. -Yeah, but I need...

Sharon: Your daddy will, too. Come on. Just relax, baby.

Barry: Where's he at?

Sharon: He's coming.

Barry: What if she leaves?

Sharon: Babe.

Just lay here, relax, ok?

Shh.

-What's going on now? -You're ok.

Barry: No.

[Sharon sighs]

Barry: I can't believe how I talked to you.

Sharon: It's ok.

Barry: It's not.

You deserve better than that.

[Sharon sighs]

Listen...

It's all right, ok?

Barry: See that?

See, you agree with me, right?

Sharon: This isn't about me right now.

It's about you.

All right? Close your eyes.

Barry: Thank you for loving me.

Sharon: And I do, with all my heart.

You know that.

Barry: I know.

Love you, too.

-I know. -I am so sorry.

Sharon: It's ok.

Just rest.

-Baby, I got to go. -Hey, hey.

Just... shh.

-I cannot lay here. -[Sighs]

All right, can you do me a favor?

Can you just close your eyes for just 5 minutes? Can you do that?

-5 minutes? -Just 5 minutes.

-You'll wake me up? -Yup, I will.

Just rest. It's ok.

[Sighs] It's ok.

Barry: I love you.

Nancy: There's no more.

Tally: Oh, it's ok. Thank you.

Nancy: Sure.

Tally: Can i... Can I wash your dishes?

Nancy: You don't need to do that.

Tally: Well, it's the least I can do to say thank you.

Nancy: Just tell me where my grandbaby is,

and that's all the thanks I need.

Tally: You got an open Bible.

Nancy: Yes.

Tally: Hmm.

I saw it in your living room. [Sniffs]

Just like the one my grandma used to have before she died.

They didn't even feed me. Heh!

I had to sleep on the back porch.

So I said,

"when I have a child...

I will do all that I can to keep my child safe."

[Sniffs] So...

When I brought her to the place, I thought that they were going to help me.

Nancy: We all make mistakes.

Tally: Not like the ones I've made.

I came in here,

and I took your grandchild from you.

That ain't even the worst that I've done.

Nancy: If you're looking for a confessional,

I am not a priest.

Tally: Ain't enough holy water in the world to cleanse my sins.

Nancy: Give me your hand.

The blood of Jesus... Can.

Tally: The highest said that Jesus was just a man,

not the son of god.

Nancy: He would say that because he thinks he's god.

Tally: Do you believe in god?

Nancy: With all my heart.

Mmm, he's the living savior.

Tally: Yeah?

Nancy: And he is gonna look over my grandbaby

as sure as I'm sitting here.

Tally: I hope that he can forgive me.

-He will. -[Sobs]

Nancy: You just ask him.

He will.

[Tally sobs]

Oh... [Sniffles] Look at you.

Nancy: What?

Tally: You're treating me so nice after what i...

After what I did to you.

I came to the right place.

I... i know that I did.

I didn't... i didn't know where to go.

I didn't know where to go,

but I was led here.

Nancy: Mmm.

Tally: I was led.

It's like you're an angel.

Nancy: Oh, I'm not an angel.

I'm far from it.

Tally: And I think that your god

gives something,

uh, something special

to the pure at heart, and that's what you are.

Pure love.

Nancy: Hmm.

Uh...

Excuse me.

Tally: Mm-hmm.

[Nancy sobbing]

Max: Sir.

Jason: Yeah?

What are you doing down here?

Jason: Exploring.

Shouldn't you be asleep?

Jason: Shouldn't my father be asleep?

- Sir, maybe upstairs... - I want to explore.

Max: Thought your father didn't want you to do that anymore.

Jason: Where is he?

He's in the oval.

[Denise moaning within]

-Go on upstairs. -Who's that?

Max: Go on up to the residence.

Jason: Who's that?

-Sir. -No... Someone's having sex.

Max: Sir, upstairs, please.

-Is that my mother? -Sir.

Jason: No, not my mother at all because she's gone.

Max: Sir.

Jason: So it must be my father

and one of his, uh...

That's why you're here.

Max: Would you like me to tell your father that you won't listen?

Jason: Oh, no.

No, I'm listening.

Max: Go upstairs, now.

Jason: What are you gonna do?

[Line rings]

[Cell phone ringing]

Victoria: What?

Jason: Hey, mom. I'm in the west wing.

-Boy, get off this phone. -Ok, I was looking for dad,

but he's not in the residence, so I came in the west wing.

-Where? -Well, listen, I, uh,

I thought that it was you he was having sex with, but

now that sounds like a lot of fun,

so it can't be you.

[Phone beeps off]

Max: Jason,

I'm gonna ask you one more time to go upstairs.

Jason: Ok.

Look, you don't need to let me in there,

but when the devil gets here, she's going in that office.

Max: Now.

Jason: Hope he gets off quick.

Max: Hey,

back to the residence.

Jason: You know, I know you have to stand there, so, uh,

I'm gonna go that way.

Woman on bullhorn: Thank you all for coming out to the 24-hour vigil.

We mean to raise awareness and bring change to this city.

We're in the state next door to our nation's capital, and this is going on.

We need our lawmakers to do something about these guns.

Man: Right, that's right.

[Crowd clamors]

Woman: It was my father

and my brother

who both lost their lives to gun violence.

We got to stop the killing.

Crowd: Yes. Yes!

Woman: We want the person that did this to come forward,

and we need your help.

These people need to be brought to justice!

Man: That's right! [Crowd clamors]

Man: Justice for Thomas!

Woman: Now we're gonna bring up our chief of police

so that he can tell you all that he knows.

Chief?

Chief: Thank you, daphanie. I'm so sorry for your loss.

You and your entire family

are in my prayers.

Now, as you all know,

we have surveillance video from 3 doorbell cameras

in the neighborhood... [Crowd shouts]

And there's a flier being passed around.

Look at it. Take a look at that car.

Although the image is grainy,

you can tell the car is green or blue in nature.

Please keep your eyes open, people.

We have to find this person!

Crowd: Yeah!

[Indistinct clamoring]

This is our community, and we will not take this!

Man: That's right! [Crowd clamors]

Chief: We have to fight

for Thomas and for the community.

For all of us, we will fight!

[Crowd clamors]

Chief: Daphanie?

Daphanie: And now,

a moment of silence

for my daddy, please.

-Thank you all. -Justice for Thomas!

Justice for Thomas... [Chanting continues]

Priscilla: Good morning.

Jean: "Good morning"? We are going to work

in the middle of the night. It's dark outside.

Priscilla: Overtime, and you know we don't have a set schedule.

-You set ours. -I know,

and I feel like we should go in.

Jean: And I'm here.

Priscilla: I know, and I'm glad that I can count on you.

Jean: But thanks for coming to get me, though.

Priscilla: Oh, yeah. You know I don't mind.

Jean: No, seriously. This is out of the way.

Priscilla: I know.

[Chuckles] But it's fine.

Have you heard anything about your car yet?

Jean: Actually, I haven't heard anything at all.

Did Sam say anything?

Priscilla: No, and he's been there since he left.

Jean: I can't believe they took my car.

-I know. -That's crazy.

This little girl has lost her mind.

What am I saying?

If I had a mom like that, I would definitely lose mine.

-Jean. -What? I know, I know.

We are not allowed to talk about them.

-Mm-hmm. -This is me and you, so if I can't talk to you, then...

Priscilla: I know, but I don't like all the negativity.

Jean: Negativity? This president is...

Priscilla: Jean.

Jean: Ok.

Priscilla: Thank you.

Jean: So, how are Nancy and Richard?

Priscilla: I mean, they're fine.

-I hope he comes back. -So do I.

Jean: They shouldn't have fired him.

-Jean? -Yes?

-Was Greg at home last night? -Yeah. Why?

Priscilla: I'm just wondering why you're in such a bad mood.

-Oh! Am I? -Yes.

Jean: I'm sorry. It's early. Geez.

Priscilla: It's ok. [Chuckles]

Jean: You know, you talk sometimes, too.

Priscilla: I know. We work such long hours.

This is only our second day with them.

I'm just trying to make the best of it.

-Mm-hmm. -What?

Jean: Sam must have been home last night.

Priscilla: No, he wasn't.

Jean: Well, you're sure in a good mood.

Priscilla: Girl, stop. [Chuckles]

I'm just praying that everything works out.

Jean: Praying? You might want to pray for Jesus,

Mary, and Joseph to talk to everybody because...

-stop, Jean. -Ok, ok.

Priscilla: Get all of this out before we get in to work.

[Jean sighs]

Those people.

[Priscilla scoffs]

Sharon: Hey.

-Hey. -Hey.

- He won't... - Shh.

-He's asleep? -Yeah.

Nancy: Good. He ought to be. He's been up for two days.

Sharon: Right.

So... are you staying?

Yeah, we're fine.

[Sighs] Thank you, lord.

- He was just... - Upset.

I know my son.

I know him.

You sound like you're trying to convince yourself.

No.

Are you ok?

[Sighs] This is just a lot, baby.

Sharon: I know. Did you take your medicine?

Nancy: I'm fine.

Well, when he gets up, he's gonna apologize to you.

He don't need to do that.

Sharon: Yes, he does. You're his mother.

Nancy: Who screwed up.

He should still apologize. He was wrong.

Hmm.

[Sighs] So, uh, is she still down there?

Yes.

She say anything?

She just crying a whole lot.

Boy, I wish... i wish Richard would get here.

He can make people talk. He has a gift.

Where is he?

I was just about to call him again.

Sharon: Yeah, well, go ahead. I'll go check on her, ok?

-Ok, thanks. -All right. You're welcome.

[Line rings] [Sighs]

[Gayle whimpering]

Gayle: Ow.

Victoria: Close the damn door before someone sees!

Not so fast.

Yuma: Yes, ma'am.

Ma'am?

Victoria: I saw you looking at me.

Yuma: Ma'am?

Victoria: In the rear-view mirror.

Is there something that you'd like to say?

Yuma: No, ma'am.

Victoria: I think there is.

Yuma: No, ma'am, there is not.

Victoria: Do you have children, agent yuma?

Yuma: No, ma'am.

Victoria: Mmm.

Well, when you get some,

and you raise them,

and they hate you for all the good that you've done them,

then you can look at me with such judgment.

Yuma: Ma'am,

I don't have judgment.

Victoria: I know judgment,

and I can smell it on you.

Sam: Don't say a word.

You need a moment?

-No, sir. -I think you do.

Yuma: No, sir, I am fine.

Sam: Tell me.

Yuma: Sir, she treated her daughter like roadkill.

Sam: Agent yuma, you've been in combat.

Yuma: And I have never seen anything like that in my life.

Sam: I understand, but you have a job to do. Is this going to affect you?

Yuma: No.

Sam: Are you sure?

Yuma: Yes, sir, I am sure.

Sam: All right.

Take a walk. Cool off.

-Thank you, sir. -See you when you get back.

-Slowly. -[Scoffs]

It's almost sunrise. I want to go home.

Hunter: Come on. One more.

-You ought to be in pain. -I am.

Keep punishing me. It's so good.

Denise: This.

Yeah.

No more tonight, daddy.

-Come on. -Heh! Are you gonna let me go?

Hunter: I'll let you go when you buy the stock.

Denise: I got to get out of here so I can buy it.

Don't you want to thank me in advance?

Denise: I think I've thanked you

as much as I can.

Now I want to go.

Yeah, i'm... I'm ready to go to sleep.

Good.

Hunter: See you soon.

Denise: Can you... can you just call me and ask if I'm busy?

Hunter: Not a chance.

-Did you find her? -Go to bed.

Victoria: Where is he?

Jason: I'll show you.

Victoria: Boy, point!

Jason: Donald's office.

Hunter: Whew! That girl.

Make sure she gets home safe, huh?

-Yes, sir. -Oh, damn.

[Hunter sighs]

Victoria: What are you doing down here?

Hunter: Go to bed.

Victoria: What are you doing down here?

Hunter: Is our daughter here?

Max: Sir.

Victoria: Is she in there?

Hunter: Victoria.

Victoria: Is she in there?

Hunter: Go...

To...

Bed.

- Move! Get... - Ma'am.

-Get your hands off me! -I can't let you go in there, ma'am.

Hunter: You're not going in there,

so go to bed.

Max, take her upstairs.

Victoria: Don't you dare touch me.

Hunter: Either he's gonna do it,

or I'm gonna do it.

Max.

Max: Sir?

Hunter: Take the first lady upstairs,

and I don't care if you have to drag her by the hair.

Max: Sir?

Victoria: You gonna do it?

Hunter: Max, are you gonna do it?

Victoria: Move.

Hunter: I'm gonna count to 3.

1...

2...

3.

Thanks for nothing, Max.

-Sir! -You're gonna go now!

Aah! [Grunts]

-Ma'am! Ma'am! -Get...

-sir. -Yeah?

What the h...

[both grunting]

Hunter: Move! Let's go!

[Both grunting]

Victoria: Son of a ...!

-You want it? -Ohh!

[Both grunting]

Sam: Stop it! Stop it now!

-Oh! -Ma'am, are you ok?

Victoria: I'm fine!

Hunter: Don't ever touch me again.

Do you know who I am?

Sam: The president of the United States, sir.

Hunter: President of the United States. That's right. Who runs shit around here?

Victoria: I do, bitch!

Hunter: Deal with that.

Victoria: I will... kill you! You are out of your... mind!

Max: We need to go, now. Move.

- Ma'am... - don't go down there. - you!

Hunter: Stop!

-What'd I tell you, bitch?! -Stop!

-What did I tell you?! -Ma'am!

-Let me go! Let me go! -Denise, get out of here.

You, you get her out of here, please?

Victoria: Don't you let her go! Don't... Max!

-She's gone. -Let me go!

-Ma'am, calm down. -She's gone.

[Victoria panting] Max, let me go.

Max: Not until you calm down, ma'am.

Victoria: I am calm.

What is all this about?

You hate me.

I hate you.

What is this all about?

Priscilla: Hi, frank.

Jean: Where's my car, frank?

Sam: Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me. I'll be right back.

-Sam. -Yes?

-You can't take her through there. -What? I know that.

-Ok, come on. -You don't understand...

Priscilla: Just come. Come on.

What size are you?

Hey, what size are you?

Denise: 6.

Priscilla: Ok. Put this on.

- That bitch is... - Hey, hey, no, no.

Don't talk. Just put it on.

-I don't want to put this on. -I'm trying to help you.

If you walk out of that door

without this on,

your life will never be the same,

ever.

Thank you.

[Exhales]

Woman: Morning, frank, Sam.

-Morning. -Early bird gets the worm, I see.

Sam: Yes, ma'am. Can you move on?

Jean: Hey, miss Alice. Good morning.

I've been meaning to talk to you about those floral arrangements.

-Oh, you like them? -I love them.

Can I come by later and you show me how you made them?

Alice: Yes, of course. I'd love to.

[Door opens]

Priscilla: Jean,

take my car and get her home.

Don't talk to anyone, all right? Go on.

-Hey, let me take her. -You sure?

-Yes, sir. -Ok.

-This way. -Ok, I'll get back to work.

Sam: Thank you, Jean.

Priscilla: Are you ok?

Sam: Hey, Brandon, take a walk, man.

-Yeah. -What was that about?

Sam: Baby, it's... it's a lot.

Priscilla: No, baby, I don't mean her. I mean you.

Taking her out there like that?

You know the press pool comes in at all hours.

Sam: I wasn't thinking.

Priscilla: Sam, you always think

and rethink and overthink.

Sam: Baby.

Priscilla: Ok, I'm sorry,

but we will talk about this later.

Sam: Thank you.

Priscilla: Are you sure you're ok?

Sam: Now that you're here.

Denise: Damn it.

[Sighs]

Yuma: You ok?

Denise: I'm fine.

Yuma: It looks like it could bruise.

Denise: Yep,

that's definitely gonna leave a Mark.

[Snaps case shut] She's such a bitch.

You're not gonna say anything?

Yuma: About what, ma'am?

Denise: Her.

Yuma: I don't know what you're referring to, ma'am. I'm sorry.

Denise: Yes, you do.

You are all the same.

Just cover and cover and cover.

And you're quiet. Talk, damn it!

Yuma: Ma'am, I volunteered to take you home. I am doing my job.

Denise: So you're just, um...

A glorified, cute cab driver.

You are cute.

What's your name?

Yuma: Agent yuma, ma'am.

Denise: Your mama named you agent yuma?

Yuma: I go by my last name.

My mother named me Lindsay.

Denise: Mmm, Lindsay.

What a pretty name

for a pretty woman.

Yuma: Thank you, ma'am.

Denise: You got a girlfriend?

Yuma: No, ma'am, I have a husband.

Denise: So do you have a girlfriend?

Yuma: No, ma'am.

[Denise chuckles]

A husband.

You don't seem like the type.

[Rap music playing indistinctly]

-Sir, we found the sparrow. -They don't know that.

Agent: Yes, sir.

Kyle: We're looking for a phone, gentlemen.

Agent: Yes, sir.

Kyle: And some fun.

Let's move.

Men: Watch out! Watch out!

[Siren blaring]

[Picky grunts]

Get your... get off me, man!

-Hey, hey. -Get your hands off me!

[Kyle grunts, laughs]

Oh, yeah, fight me, fight.

I like it when you fight me, boy.

This is what I got in for!

Whoo! Woo-hoo!

Yeah, hey, yay.

Throwing big boy down. Yeah, that's right.

Hey.

Where the hell is she?

Picky: What?

Kyle: You want me to blow your brains out, huh? Eh?

-No, sir. -Where is she?

-She left. -Let me go.

-Where's her phone? -I don't know.

Kyle: I'm gonna ask you again.

Where is her phone?

Agent: Found it.

Kyle: Ooh.

Huh. Ha!

Picky: D, what are you doing with that?

D: Bro, come on, man. Kyle: Yo, yo! Yo, d!

Yo, d! So you don't know.

-D. -Bro.

Let me ask you something.

Were you having sex with her?

-She's my girl. -Your girl?

Ok, ok. Let me...

Let me tell you how this all went down.

First, you kidnapped her and then you gang-raped her.

-No. -No, no, no, no, though, that's what it is.

Surely that's what happened.

Picky: No.

You do know that nobody's gonna miss you, right? Huh?

Picky: I swear.

Look, man, just wait. Wait!

Kyle: Oh, what, so, uh,

now you want to tell me?

Agent: What do you want to do with them?

Kyle: Take 'em inside and go dark.

[Men grunting]

Kyle: Go.

Kyle: I got it, guys.

See that?

We're the secret service.

You want to record something, you can't.

So now you want to tell me where you had her?

Man, I don't... know, man.

Kyle: Then why'd you have her phone in your pocket?

- I was just... - I wa... i wa... i was what?

Scum like you make me sick, so if she was here, and you didn't tell me...

Picky: Man...

You got drugs, picky?

- Take me in, man. - Ah, you think it's that easy? Is that what you think?

- Look, I said take... - Shut up!

[Gunshot] Man: Aah!

[Groans] [Gunshot]

Picky: Damn! Damn, man!

Yeah, I'm going down this row until I get the truth.

Picky: No, you just can't be... yo!

Yo! No!

Are you talking yet?!

[Picky panting]

Kyle: Now, I got 3 more bullets.

There's only two of you left.

[Gunshot]

She was here, man.

[Scoffs]

No.

It's too late.

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot] -Aah! -Damn!

What did you do to him?

This is the beginning of me

teaching you what real pain is.

Donald: You are a snake, and I will be watching you.

Kyle: I loved it when you watched me in the shower.

Richard: We were sitting in the car, and he handed me the gun.

-What gun?! -He handed me the gun, and it went off.

- Dad! [Gunshot] - We got to go to the police.

Victoria: You need to call some of the senior staff

into the oval and tell them that we

love each other and everything is fine.

-I hate you, bitch. -The highest is gonna kill me.

- Nobody's gonna hurt you. - You don't understand. I'm dead.