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Ellie: My boss. She found yellow panties

and she thinks they're mine.

- Previously on "The Oval"...

Kyle: Your wife is not coming home

and she's got help.

Nancy: Picky... he was my son.

Sam: I love you. I need you.

Priscilla: I'm tired. Go take a cold shower.

I'm not the type of girl who sleeps with

her boss to get ahead.

Kareem: Get out of my car right now!

Let him take care of you with his little drug money.

I hate you.

And I sleep well at night because of it.

Ellie: I know that it may be difficult

to take me seriously,

given the way that I look.

Ellie: Uhh. Victoria: Bitch.

You don't learn. Hunter: Victoria, stop it.

You guys, get her out of here.

Man: What would you like me to do, sir?

Hunter: Oh, just get out of here. You're useless!

Man: Yes, sir. Ellie: What did I do?

Victoria: You know what the hell you did.

Hunter: It's OK, Ellie, it's OK.

Ellie: What is going on?

You, bitch.

You are what's going on.

Ellie: What did I do, First Lady?

Why... why would you hit me?

Hunter: Stop, stop, stop. My wife has been

feeling a bit under the weather.

She was just about to head

back up to the residence.

Do I look like a dog to you?

Hmm.

So, you... you two are really gonna

try to play this game on me?

Hunter: Victoria...

Lie to me. Come on. Lie.

Lie to me, Hunter.

Mrs. Franklin!

The one and only, bitch.

I wasn't trying to start any trouble.

I just... I only told him the truth, I swear it.

Hunter: Ellie, please... Victoria: What truth?

Ellie: The truth. The truth about the... panties.

I wasn't trying to start any trouble.

I just was only trying to... Victoria: What panties?

Hunter: Ellie, please leave... Victoria: What panties?

Hunter: Ellie, please.

Victoria: Don't look at him, bitch.

Ah... look at me.

Ellie: My boss thought that I

had something going on with your husband.

And why would she think that

if nothing was going on?

Ellie: I don't know. All I know is

that she came into the room with

these yellow panties, but they weren't mine.

I swear. I would never do that.

I would never sleep with someone that I work for.

I don't even like older men. I'm not that way.

Sss... shut up.

You're really working my nerves.

Ellie: I'm sorry, Mr. President.

I'm so sorry. I can't.

Hunter: It's OK. Victoria: What the...

you looking at him like that for?

Get your ass out of here!

Hunter: Can you... Can you please leave?

Victoria: Get... bitch, leave.

And you better not ever come back here.

Who the hell does she think she's talking to?

Lying-ass bitch.

And you, you just

had to have a mess cleaned up.

You would do this?

Hunter: They weren't her panties.

What?

They were Denise's.

What?

Yeah.

♪ Feels like I'm runnin' 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 ♪

How does she know?

Damn press secretary found them.

Is threatening her with them.

Stop lying, you son of a bitch.

You were trying to... her.

I wasn't trying to do anything

but save our asses.

You were trying to get some ass.

Look, I was trying to get the information

and you came flying in

in all your wicked glory.

Good job.

Well, who has them?

Hunter: Diane.

What's she doing with them?

She's threatening Ellie.

She's running a DNA test.

Whose?

Ellie's. She doesn't know about Denise.

[Scoffs] Not yet.

Look, she's bluffing.

You can't run a DNA test in 24 hours.

You still don't know where you are, do you?

She can and she will.

Look, I'll handle it.

Well, you're gonna have to.

'Cause I'm going to bed.

I'm sick of dealing with your shit.

I'll handle it.

Victoria: You better.

And you owe that girl an apology.

The hell if I do.

She didn't do anything.

Victoria: Not yet, but I know her kind.

You're wrong. She's a good kid.

You are the devil,

and I know you're both lying.

This is bullshit.

Move!

I'm sorry. Did I wake you?

Sharon: No. I gotta get up anyway.

You were snoring.

No, I wasn't.

Yeah, you were.

You do that when you're tired.

I was tired. I just feel really weak.

Stay in bed.

No. I gotta get up

and go talk to Kareem.

You got nothing to say?

No, ma'am. Do what you gotta do.

Sharon: Babe. Barry: Look, I don't want to

fight about this this morning.

Sharon: I don't, either.

Barry: All right. Let's drop it.

So, we're just gonna ignore this?

As long as it takes.

Then it'll just sit here and fester.

Maybe that's best.

No. It's not. No.

Baby, come on. Talk to me.

What's going on?

Every time you go there, I'm gonna think about

what I saw.

Him on top of you, touching you,

what's mine, grabbing your breast

and your ass and...

It makes me mad as hell just thinking about it.

So... we're not gonna talk about it

until I'm over it,

or at least I'm past it or something.

Sharon: That's fair. Barry: Cool.

Talk to you later.

Wait. Where are you going?

Barry: Where am I going? Sharon: No, no, no.

Just hold on.

Bae, I don't want to talk about this anymore.

Sharon: No, no, no, just... I mean,

as long as we're talking about tough situations,

um, I wanted to... wanted to ask you something.

As long as it's not about him.

Sharon: No, it's not.

Barry: What is it?

[Sharon sighs] Are you selling drugs?

What?

Well, someone told me that...

Barry: Someone like who? Him?

I just... I just wanted to ask.

I'm around here busting my ass

doing whatever odd job I can find,

and you gonna ask me something like that?

I just wanted to know, OK?

That's all. That's all.

Sharon, don't ask me no shit like that again.

Sharon: OK.

Barry: OK.

I'll see you later, OK?

Sharon: All right.

Barry: All right.

[Sighs]

Barry: Hey.

Richard: Hey. [Spoon clinking on mug]

Barry: How'd you make it down the steps?

Well, I'm not helpless.

Barry: Ha. I know that.

Richard: You want breakfast?

[Spoon clinking on mug]

Barry: You cooked?

Who else would?

Barry: Ma.

Richard: She's not here.

Barry: She didn't come home?

No.

Barry: Where she at?

[Richard sighs]

I don't know.

Barry: Dad, you're not... You're not worried about that?

[Spoon clinks on mug] Richard: She's a grown woman.

Barry: Come on, Dad. Richard: Barry.

I don't want to hear it.

Barry: OK.

Why are you dressed? Where are you going?

Barry: Going to see if I can get more info on Callie.

[Spoon clinks on mug] Richard: Barry.

Barry: What, Dad?

I spoke to Jamal while I was in jail.

He gave me a few places to check out.

Richard: Are you sure? Barry: Yes, I'm very sure.

And you gonna stay calm?

Barry: Dad, I will stay calm.

You better.

Barry: Are you gonna be OK here by yourself?

Richard: Yeah. I'll be fine.

Barry: Are you sure?

Richard: Yes. You be careful.

Barry: You be careful, all right?

Richard: Hey, hey, wait. What did you want

to talk to me about?

Barry: It's nothing.

Didn't sound like nothing.

Barry: We can talk about it later, OK?

Richard: You sure? Barry: I'm positive.

[Spoon clinking on mug] Richard: OK.

Barry: All right. I'll see you later.

[Spoon clinks on mug] OK.

[Birds chirping]

[Gate scrapes on ground]

[Line ringing]

[Phone ringing]

This is Sam.

Barry: Hey. Sam: Barry.

Barry: Yeah. Sam: Hey. I heard you were out.

How are you?

Barry: I'm good, man. I'm good.

Sam: You sure? Barry: Yeah, I'm sure.

Uh, is my mother over there?

Sam: Yes. She is.

Barry: OK.

Sam: Uh, what's going on?

Something with her and my father.

Sam: Oh. I'll stop by later

and talk to him.

Barry: OK.

But you called me. Is that what you wanted?

Uh, yeah. I wanted to ask you, uh,

about helping me with my daughter.

Sam: Yeah, sure.

Barry: Can you meet?

Sam: Uh, let me give you a call

when I get a break at work.

Barry: OK. Uh...

there was something else I wanted

to talk to you about, too.

Sam: OK. What is it?

Unc, if you taught me anything, it's that

I should not be talking on the phone.

Sam: I'll call you when we can meet in person.

Barry: Thank you. Sam: Talk later.

Priscilla: Good morning.

Nancy: Yes. Good morning.

Priscilla: Did you get enough rest?

Nancy: No. Not much.

Priscilla: Look. You need to go home

and talk to him.

Nancy: He don't want to talk to me.

Well, y'all have been married

for plenty of years.

He'll talk to you.

Nancy: Cilla, I don't even know what to say.

[Priscilla sighs]

Nancy: Oh.

Priscilla: I know he'll talk to you.

I know the words will come.

I... I just... I can't right now.

I gotta focus on burying my son.

[Priscilla sighs]

What are you gonna do?

I have to get him buried.

Priscilla: Well, I... I gotta go to work right now,

but I can help you as best I can.

No, no, no, no.

I need to do this.

I owe him that.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Nancy.

I am, too.

I should've just said he was mine and raised him.

Well, you had your reasons.

They were all selfish.

Priscilla: Don't do that. Don't.

This is already too much.

I need to.

Sam: Good morning. [Puts mug on counter]

Priscilla: Hey. Nancy: Hey. Good morning.

Priscilla: Do you want some breakfast?

Sam: No. I'm good. I gotta get to work.

Priscilla: You sure? Sam: Yeah.

Good to see you, Nancy. Nancy: You, too.

Priscilla: Wait, wait, wait. No kiss?

[Kiss]

Sam: Talk to you later.

Nancy: Is he all right?

He'll be fine.

You sure?

He's fine. You and your life, OK?

He's fine.

Nancy: What's going on?

Look, don't worry about him.

Now, how did you get here? 'Cause I didn't see your car.

Oh, I left it with Richard and Barry.

Priscilla: OK, well, you can just take me to work

and you can have mine.

Nancy: What? Are you sure?

Priscilla: Yes. I'm sure.

Now, come on. Let's go.

Mm! [Puts mug on counter] Come on.

[Nancy puts mug on counter]

Nancy: You just gonna leave the food on the stove?

Priscilla: Maid will get it.

[Door opens]

Ellie: Morning. Diane: Get me some coffee.

No, no. I see it. Mm-hmm.

Yes, I understand.

I know.

Lee, give me 30 minutes

and I'll call you back.

OK? No, no, no, no.

Write nothing. I'll call you back.

Where's my coffee?

Ma'am.

Diane: Is the chief of staff in his office?

Ellie: I'm not sure, ma'am. Diane: Well, damn it,

is it that hard to find out?

Right away.

[Diane sighs]

Joe? Diane Wilmont.

I know it hasn't been 24 hours,

but you are the FBI.

Yes, yes, thank you for running it so quickly.

By noon? Oh. Perfect.

OK. Thank you.

Uh, ma'am, he's in his office.

Shall I let him know that you would like to see...

The bitch is heading your way.

Allan: Yeah, I'll be on the lookout.

Are you good? Ellie: I'm still here.

Allan: You're good then.

Ellie: Yeah, I'll talk to you later.

Allan: I'll talk to you later.

Good morning, Mrs. Wilmont.

Diane: I need to see Donald. Allan: He's on a call...

Diane: Well, tell him to hurry up.

Allan: It's with the President, ma'am.

Care to have a seat?

Priscilla: So, that'll be fine.

Jean: OK.

Priscilla: Jean?

Jean: Yes.

Priscilla: What is wrong with you?

Jean: Nothing.

Priscilla: No. Tell me. 'Cause you have been

acting strange for days now.

Jean: I'm fine. Priscilla: Tell me.

Jean: I can't. Priscilla: Why not?

[Jean puts glass on counter] Jean: I can't tell you here.

Priscilla: Then what is going on?

Jean: Priscilla, please.

Priscilla: Listen. This is

the best place to tell me.

There aren't any cameras here.

[Clattering] I saw something

that I can't talk about.

Priscilla: What?

This is why I didn't want to tell you.

Is it that creepy-ass son?

No.

Priscilla: Then what is it?

I just saw something that I wasn't supposed to see.

Can we please leave it at that?

What was it, Jean?

I can't tell you.

Priscilla: Jean...

[Clattering] Jean...

I can't tell you. He said it was top secret

and that I can't tell anybody.

Who... OK. I'm gonna talk to Sam.

Jean: No, please, no. Priscilla: No, he will help you.

[Clattering] This is why

I didn't want to tell you.

I knew that if I told you,

that you were gonna tell him.

Oh, my God. You are scared to death.

Jean: I didn't say anything to you.

Priscilla: About what? Jean: Nothing.

Jean, what is going on?

Jean: They know. Priscilla: Good morning.

Victoria: Good morning. Jean: Good morning.

Victoria: I need you. Come. Jean: OK.

Priscilla: Would you like coffee?

No. My children will be

leaving for a few days, so, I need to be sure

that they get packed.

Jean: Yes, ma'am.

[Door closes] [Priscilla sighs]

[Sniffs]

Hmm.

Gayle: What?

Victoria: They'll need comfortable things.

They'll be at the cabin.

Gayle: Uh, I'm not going anywhere.

Just pack for her.

Jean: Yes, ma'am. Victoria: And my son as well.

Wh-whoa. Where am I going?

Your grandmother will be here.

She's gonna take you and your sister

away for a while.

What did I do?

Well, let's start by you stealing

your father's password.

Jason: I didn't... Victoria: Lies.

We know you were on all the porn sites.

Then you gave it to your sister.

Mom...

You are going,

and I won't hear another word of it.

[Knocking on door]

Yes?

Man: Ma'am,

Agent Flint has arrived.

Victoria: Is he here? Man: No, ma'am.

At the command center.

Victoria: Have him meet me here.

Man: Yes, ma'am. Right away.

Victoria: And what time does Sam arrive?

I want to see him. Man: Uh, I will let him

know as well, ma'am.

Victoria: Thank you.

OK. What are you waiting for? Pack!

Jean: Sorry.

Victoria: Come. Jason: Mom!

Come on.

[Door closes]

Gayle: Don't pack.

I'm sorry. I have to.

Did you find out anything?

No. I didn't.

Then I'm gonna tell them what you said.

Well, ma'am, you do what you have to do.

You act like you really like this job.

I'm sorry?

I hate you, and I hate everyone involved in this place.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

You know what? Shut up.

Allan: He'll see you now.

Such a terrible person.

Diane: I need to talk to you.

Donald: And I need to speak to you as well. Please.

Diane: Well, me first.

We have one agent dead,

one in intensive care.

Are you aware of that?

"The Post" has been calling me like crazy,

and several of the press pool.

What do you know?

What exactly are they saying?

Two agents tied to a dead girl.

Well, they were both in love with her.

So, you knew about this?

I'm just finding out as it's happened.

Well, I'm being told

that they were tied to a dead girl.

Donald: Yes. Diane: Tell me what you know.

Donald: Diane, you are getting this information

just as soon as I am getting it.

Well, it doesn't seem like that.

Donald: Diane... Diane: Look, I will handle it,

but I have to tell you... Donald: Did you... one sec.

Did you accuse your aide of sleeping with the President?

Diane: So, you're aware of that. Donald: Do you know that

the President is aware of it?

Diane: Well, he... [scoffs] Donald: Diane, listen.

You need to relax, OK, 'cause you can

come off a bit...

Say it.

Abrasive.

That's not what you were gonna say, Donald.

No, that is exactly what I was gonna say, Diane.

No, you were gonna say that I

come across as a bitch.

Diane, when have you ever known me

to mince words, hmm?

Well, what did he say?

He's not happy.

Diane: Well... Donald: Diane,

you can't go around saying

things like that about the President of the United States.

Diane: Oh, come on, Donald. Don't you think I know that?

I know you do, which is why

it's so egregious.

Well, I'm sorry.

There you go.

So... do you have the panties?

Yes.

Where are they?

I'm having a DNA sample taken from them.

Donald: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, no.

You will do no such thing.

Give them to me right now.

Diane: I don't have them. Donald: Where are they?

With a friend at the FBI.

Donald: Who is it? Diane: I'm not telling you that.

He could lose his job.

And you don't think you could lose yours?

Diane: Well... Donald: Call him right now,

make him stop, and give them to me.

Do it right now. Diane: OK.

Donald: No, no, no, no, no. Right now.

Diane: OK!

Hi. Cancel that DNA.

Yeah. I know.

I'll come over and pick them up.

Yeah. I'm on my way.

There. Satisfied?

I will be as soon as I have them.

Diane: I will get them to you, Donald.

Donald: Thank you.

Ellie: Guess what? Allan: What? Tell me.

I think he wants to make me... press secretary.

Allan: What? Ellie: Yeah.

Allan: How do you know this?

Ellie: He mentioned it. Allan: Are you serious?

Ellie: Yeah. He wants to see me in a few.

How insane is that?

This is crazy.

Oh, here she comes. I gotta go.

Mm-hmm.

I want to know as soon as you have the results.

Mm-hmm. Thank you.

No. Only me. Tell no one else.

Kyle: I got it, Frank.

Victoria: Great.

Just the kind of morning I wanted.

Kyle: Good morning, ma'am.

Victoria: What did you do with it?

Kyle: Ma'am?

Victoria: Say "ma'am" to me again without an answer.

What did I do with what, ma'am?

The mattress.

It was disposed of, ma'am.

By whom?

Yours truly, ma'am.

How?

It was burned.

I don't believe you.

Well, would you... would you like some evidence, ma'am?

Oh, you have evidence!

Video that will be disposed of

as soon as the President is made aware of it.

Video?

Kyle: Yes, ma'am.

Do you care to see it?

Yes, I do.

[Loud bangs on video]

Will that do, ma'am?

No. There may be copies.

Kyle: Well, if you will notice, ma'am,

my face is clearly identified in the video.

Yes. So?

So, that would make me an accomplice, ma'am.

Or building a case.

[Kyle laughs]

What's funny?

Uhh. You've got to relax.

We have him covered.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Victoria: I like the way you say that.

Are you trying to get him in your covers?

Excuse me?

I know you.

You're trying to work my man.

No, ma'am.

Yes, you are.

You love a challenge.

You're trying to sleep with the President.

Ma'am, that thought is terrible. No offense.

Victoria: He's really good, and a freak.

He would like it. You should go for it.

Is that all, ma'am?

Is that all you can take, sir?

Ma'am, I'm a former Ranger.

I can take a lot.

That's what they tell me, honey.

[Kyle sighs]

[Register clicks, beeps] Kareem: OK.

Ms. Stainfield, thank you so much, OK?

Sharon: Good morning.

Good morning. Kareem: Yeah, I heard you.

Light day?

Kareem: Nothing I can't handle.

Sharon: I'm sorry about last night.

Don't worry about it. It's fine.

So, you just gonna leave it?

You don't want to talk about it?

No.

Sharon: Why do men do that? Kareem: No, no, Sharon, don't...

Sharon: Don't what? Kareem: Don't compare me to him.

Sharon: You never want to talk about it.

What is there to talk about?

You always want to talk about something.

What are we gonna talk about?

I just wanna know

how you're feeling about all this.

What's going through your head right now?

You want to know how I feel.

OK, you want me to express myself.

Sharon: Please. Kareem: Want me to

tell you how I feel.

OK, fine. Thank you for

showing me where your heart truly is.

For... you already knew that.

Yeah, I guess I did.

And I'm sorry.

It's fine. I'll just stay with Michelle.

You two are back together?

No. We never broke up.

You told me you did.

I lied.

I was just trying to...

No, you... no, you didn't.

Here.

All right, call her up. You could ask her...

All right, you know what?

You want to be a jerk about it...

Kareem: Just like the jerk that drove

a truck through the front of my store.

Just like that? Sharon: For the hundredth time,

I'm sorry, OK?

Kareem: Yeah. Sharon: Damn.

Did he explain his feelings to you?

Is that what happened? He told you

how he was... he was so angry?

Now you feel comfortable laying with him?

Now you feel safe?

I'm not doing this with you today.

I'm not. Kareem: Then quit.

This is perfect. Sharon: No, but hold on.

Didn't you fire me?

I did, Sharon, I... I did,

but for some reason, you're standing right here.

Because I need my money.

All right, fine.

Let's just focus on the work, then.

I think that's a good idea.

If you can. Kareem: Yeah, I promise I can.

Well, great. Let's do that.

Kareem: Good. Sharon: Good.

Kareem: Good. Fine.

Sharon: Where's my lab coat? Kareem: It's in the back.

[Sharon muttering]

What? Sharon: Nothing.

[Pressing button] [Register beeping]

[Line ringing] [Priscilla sighs]

Nancy: Hey, girl.

Priscilla: Hey. How are you?

I'm not good.

Have you spoken to Richard?

Nancy: I don't know if he's ready.

What if he doesn't forgive me?

Priscilla: Nancy, that was 24 years ago.

Richard is a loving, God-fearing man.

He will.

Nancy: I know, but...[sighs]

Nancy, you're not gonna know

until you go talk to him.

[Nancy sighs] OK. I'm going in.

OK. Good.

Thank you.

All right. I love you, girl.

I love you, too.

Priscilla: I'll talk in a bit.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

[Knocking on door] Come in.

Kyle: Hi.

Donald: Hi.

Kyle: She talked to me.

Donald: OK, did you put her mind at ease?

Kyle: There is no way that her mind

will ever be put at ease

as long as she's breathing.

[Donald sighing]

And why aren't you on him?

I wanted to be on you.

Kyle, no.

I needed to give you this.

She filed for divorce?

Yes.

How long ago?

[Sighs] Early this morning.

This guy was prepped.

She must've had this ready for a while.

Donald: You think? Kyle: Yes, I do.

[Donald sighs]

So, can I take care of it now?

This is a lot of bloodshed.

You let me handle that.

This is gonna come back on us, you know?

No, it won't.

Let me handle it.

Donald: Are you sure? Kyle: Yes.

OK.

Where is she now?

Kyle: She's on the run,

but I'll find her and I will take care of it.

I don't want to know.

OK. [Sniffs] I'll see you tonight.

Donald: No, no, we've got another problem.

What's that?

Diane has underwear that we believe

may belong to the dead girl.

What? No... No, there's no way.

No, she found them in the Oval.

[Sighs]

Um... well, maybe... Maybe Max

had her in the Oval, or Yuma.

Trying to impress her.

Can you build that?

Kyle: I can build anything.

Thank you.

I gotta handle this other thing.

Can you let POTUS know?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Kyle: All right.

Donald: Allan!

Where's the President? Allan: He's in the Oval, sir,

interviewing the new press secretary.

Donald: Wh-what? Allan: Yes, sir.

Wait, what new press secretary?

Allan: The young intern. Ellie.

Who set that up?

Apparently, he called her, sir.

Damn it.

Allan: Did I do something wrong? Donald: No. Go to your desk.

Allan: Yes, sir. Donald: Call Diane.

Tell her to get down here and meet me

in front of the Oval right now.

Allan: Yes, sir.

Hunter: You were great last night.

Ellie: Thanks.

I'm sorry I gave up the panties,

but I had to give her something.

I've been dealing with women like that my whole life.

You handled it well.

I was really impressed.

You are going to make a great press secretary.

I know I don't have

much experience, but I can learn quickly.

I have no experience being the President.

I'm learning quickly.

Ellie: Oh, sure, you do.

Hunter: No. This is the first time

I've been President.

Ellie: No, I understand,

but, I mean,

you ran a city and a state.

What's a country?

You've been following my career?

I've had my eye on your career, yes.

Is that true?

Yes, and, um...

I think you're a pretty remarkable man.

Well, thank you.

No, really, I mean,

you know, you were an athlete.

You're too young to remember that.

OK, but my dad does. [Chuckles]

Now I feel old.

No, sir.

You don't look a day over 30.

And she lies well.

Wow, you're really gonna be good at this job.

I prefer to call it

painting the truth in a different light.

Interesting.

You drink?

Only on occasion.

Is becoming the new press secretary

one of those occasions?

That would be a... special occasion.

[Knocking on door]

Hunter: Did I say come in?

Donald: Sir... Hunter: Donald!

Donald: I am sorry, sir, but I need to

talk to you, sir. Hunter: Out! Now.

Donald: Sir, Diane... Di... Come in, Diane.

Hunter: Yes. Diane. Come in.

Diane: Hello, sir.

Hunter: Meet your new boss.

Donald: Sir... Hunter: I have my new

press secretary.

Donald: Sir... Hunter: My decision's been made.

Diane: Sir, with all due respect,

I have been in public relations for 20 years,

and I'm the very best at what I do.

I work closely with this press pool and...

And you also

seem to have a fetish for panties.

Diane: Pardon me?

Donald: Sir... Hunter: My administration's

all about new blood.

Hallie here will be...

Ellie: Ellie. Hunter: Ellie here will be

my new press secretary.

Diane: Sir, with all due respect...

Hunter: My decision has been made.

Diane: Yes, sir. So, you're saying...

Hunter: Donald... out.

Donald: Yes, sir. Hunter: I have

business to discuss with my new

press secretary.

Donald: Diane..

Diane: What the hell is going on?

Just let me talk to him.

I left a Fortune 500 company to come to this job.

I know. I am aware.

You recruited me here with

all kinds of promises. Donald: Diane...

I have covered that man's shit.

Donald: OK, stop it right there, OK?

My office right now.

How about that drink?

One only. I'm a lightweight.

OK.

[Clattering] [Liquid pouring]

[Clattering]

[Glasses clinking]

Did you see the look on her face?

Yeah.

Made me maybe want to kiss you

and... thank you.

Does that mean you've made your decision?

[Ellie puts glass on cabinet]

Consider this your debriefing.

[Hunter puts glass on cabinet]

Victoria: Is she all packed?

Jean: Almost, ma'am.

What's the problem?

She's locked herself in the bathroom

with all of her toiletries.

This little girl.

Jean: I can get duplicates, ma'am.

Victoria: No. You don't do a thing.

Whatever she doesn't have she will have to suffer without.

Yes, ma'am.

Victoria: She still in there?

Jean: Yes, ma'am, she is.

Victoria: OK, then. I'll take care of her.

You go help my son.

Yes, ma'am.

Victoria: Open the door! Gayle: I don't want to go.

Your grandmother will be here in 20 minutes.

Gayle: OK, I said I don't want to go.

Jason: You are...?

I'm sorry?

Jason: Nothing.

Jean: Yes, sir.

Jason [voice cracking]: I don't want to go.

I'm sorry, sir.

Jason: Stop calling me sir.

Yes. Sorry.

Jason: They suck.

Jean: Well, again... Jason: My parents suck.

I wish they were dead.

Jean: I'm... Jason: Don't say

you're sorry again.

Yes, sir.

Jason: Do you suck?

I beg your pardon?

My father has all kinds of whores

and we get punished.

You just do what they say.

This is the job.

Jason: Well, your...

your job is to make us comfortable.

Yes. It is.

[Jason sniffles] Then come here.

Sir?

Come here.

Jean: Sir, I'm... I'm gonna have to...

Jason: Shut up. Damn.

[Jean's speech muffled] [Jason grunting]

Jason: You little bitch. [Jean choking]

Jason: You little bitch!

Uhh!

Jean: Uhh!

Jason: Uhh! Uhh!

Jean: Aah!

- Next on "The Oval"...

Donald: I will talk to him. Diane: You better,

'cause all the things I have...

Donald: Do not threaten me.

Diane: I am stating the facts.

Ellie: Damn. It was quite impressive.

Hunter: For a white boy.

Victoria: You're so sexy.

What woman couldn't keep her hands off you?

What are you doing back here?

This is my home.

Richard: No, it isn't. Barry: I'm watching

some of these Rakudushi fools.

Sam: Barry, be careful.

Donald: You are not ready to go

out there. Trust me.

I was born ready.

Gayle: I don't want to go. Maude: But you will.

Hunter: This is a catastrophe!

Diane: Mic drop, bitches. [Microphone hits floor]