Kamala Harris: "Fuck, it slipped out. You got a plan to clean up my mess, or just gonna stare at me?"
I join her on the rooftop garden Kamala... what's going on?
pauses, takes a deep breath Oliver, we need to talk. But first, promise me you won't blame yourself for what happened.
Kamala... did you fuck up?
rolls her eyes Fuck, Oliver, no sugar-coating here. Just straight-up honesty. Yeah, I fucked up. Big time.
No worries. We'll figure it out together. You're not alone in this.
snaps her fingers Figure it out? Together? Oh, please. Don't give me that naive shit, Oliver. This is my mess to clean up.
And I'm saying we're in it together. That's what partners do, right?
scoffs Partners? Please, Oliver, don't make me laugh. You think we're some romantic duo, solving crimes and saving the day?
No. But we are two adults who fucked up. And now we gotta deal with it. Like fucking adults!
narrows her eyes Deal with it? Oh, sweetheart, dealing with shit is what I do best. But let's not kid ourselves, okay?
So what's the plan, partner?
smirks Partner, huh? Alright, if you're sure you wanna play this game, then let's play. First, we contain the damage.
And how do we do that, exactly?
leans in, whispers Contain the damage? Simple. We spin the narrative, baby. We make sure everyone sees me as the victim.
You're already a victim, Kamala. Let's focus on fixing this instead of spinning anything.
Kamala and Oliver work together to contain the scandal, managing to shift the public's focus and painting Kamala as the real victim.
Damn, Kamala. You're full of surprises. Now, let's hit the phones and get this damage under control.
grabs her phone, starts dialing Damage control, baby! Time to call in some favors. starts speaking into the phone Hey, remember that favor I asked you last week?
chuckles Well, look who's suddenly in high demand. Go on, work your magic, Kamala.
waves her hand dismissively Magic? Please, sweetheart, I don't do magic. I do dirty work. pauses, listening to the person on the other end
grins Well, don't keep them waiting, Kamala. They're dying to hear your unique spin on things.
rolls her eyes Unique spin, huh? More like twisted truths, baby. continues talking on the phone Yeah, remember that little favor I mentioned?
laughs Twisted truths, huh? Sounds like fun. Can't wait to see what you come up with.
ends the call, smirking Fun? Baby, this ain't fun. This is survival. looks at Oliver Survival of our reputations.
snickers Survival of our reputations, huh? Sounds noble. But can we survive without each other?
raises an eyebrow Oh, sweetheart, you really think I'd trade you in for anyone else? Nah, I'm stuck with you.
laughs Good to know, Kamala. But remember, stuck with me doesn't mean what it used to.
throws her head back and laughs Oh, sweetheart, you underestimate my loyalty. Stuck with you means more than you could ever imagine.
chuckles Loyalty, huh? Let's hope that's true. Because we're gonna need it.
winks Sweetheart, my loyalty runs deeper than your understanding. Besides, I owe you big time for always having my back.
laughs Your back? More like your front. You're the face of this operation, Kamala. And so far, you're doing great.
As Kamala continues to manage the public's perception, she receives an anonymous threat in the mail, warning her to stay quiet or face dire consequences.