Scandal (2012–2018): Season 1, Episode 3 - Hell Hath No Fury - full transcript

The team tries to help a millionaire's son who has been accused of rape.

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there is left to say?

Everything.
Or nothing.

Previously on "Scandal"...

Something happened
between you and Olivia,

and something happened between
you and Amanda Tanner.

I need to know
how much trouble we're in.

Her name's Amanda, right?
She tried to kill herself?

Gideon, which news outlet
do you work for?

It's two sentences
about a disturbed girl.

Watergate was two sentences
about a burglary.

You know I was telling
the truth about the president.



I can help you if you let me.

(Knocks on door)
Hello.

Quinn, who's this?

The reporter from the hospital.

You don't have a story,
so go home.

She tried to kill herself

the day after she quit working
for the president,

and you're Olivia pope,
so, no, I didn't have a story.

But now? Now I do.

(Footsteps approaching)

(Exhales) I don't know
how you take it...

cream or sugar...
so I brought both.

I don't take it.
Do they always do this?

Yeah.



(Speaks inaudibly)
They do that.

Good. God.

I was starting to think
it was me or something.

It is you. They're talking
about you, Amanda.

Everyone's gonna be
talking about you.

(Stephen) No. No way.
(Abby) Are you kidding?

What if she's lying?

What if she's not?
I vote yes. We're not voting.

It's Monica all over again,

except without the blue dress,
without any kind of proof.

Who needs proof? The girl said
she slept with the president.

Liv worked at the white house.

That alone makes it
a giant conflict of interest.

(Chuckles) Oh, please call me
when you grow a pair.

We're not voting.

She seems scared.

I'd vote yes if we were voting.

It's Sandra Harding.

Her son didn't make it
to court.

Day one... can you believe it?

Who are we voting on?

We're not voting.
She's ours. We're keeping her.

(Beeps)
It's done.

Sandra, we'll find him.

I'll go to court
and help the defense stall.

You're gonna
have to get creative.

Harrison, you're with me.

Huck, find gideon Wallace
at the "D.C. sun"

I want to talk to him today.

Abby, take Amanda home,
pack up her things,

make sure no one...

no one is following her and set
her up at your apartment.

Got it.

(Curtis Mayfield's "superfly"
playing)

(Projector
and camera shutter clicking)

I'm losing my patience,
Mr. Cole.

Uh, I'm told he'll be here
very soon, your honor.

A presidential motorcade is
blocking Massachusetts Avenue.

Ah. Yet, here we are.

Perhaps the defendant should
take one of his helicopters,

your honor.

♪ The dudes
have envied him for so long ♪

(Lowered voice)
We're running out of time, Liv.

Well, keep stalling.

♪ You're gonna make your fortune
by and by ♪

Room service.
We've got your breakfast.

I don't think we ordered any.

I love my job.

You might want to put on
some clothes for this.

(Chuckles)
Excuse me.

(Laughs)

Up and at 'em, Trav!
(Slaps leg)



Oh-ho-ho! Livvie!

How the hell are ya?

I'm fine.
You're late.

Hey, do you know who this is?!

This is the Olivia pope.

She's amazing.

She works for the...

Who do you work for now,
the white house, CIA, FBI?

Today? Your mother.

Oh, crap.

She's not too thrilled

about the fact
that you were late for court

on your first day of trial.

Is this
what you're looking for?

Just give me, like,
two minutes.

All right? Where are my pants?

Whoa. Why don't we... why don't
we rinse the booze off first?

Judge will appreciate that.
Hmm?

I know I've been hitting it
pretty hard lately, going out.

I've just been so stressed out.

A rape charge does it
to the best of us.

♪ Gamblin' with... ♪

I didn't do it.

I...

no, I know.
I believe you.

Now let's go work on
that judge and jury.

♪ Tryin' to get over ♪

♪ tryin' to get over ♪

You.

♪ Tryin' to get over ♪

May I ask a favor?

♪ Ooh ♪

Court's adjourned.

Back here at 2:00
with your defendant,

or I'll lock him up
for the rest of the trial.

Thank you, your honor.

♪ Tryin' to get over ♪

How are you holding up, Sandra?

I can't lose him, Stephen.

I won't lose him.

I know.

I know.

(Reporters all shouting at once)

(Camera shutters clicking)

(Reporters continue shouting)

Get my good side, gentlemen.

(Reporters grumbling)

♪ Tryin' to get over ♪

(Harrison chuckles)

♪ Ooh, superfly ♪

Is there anything
you didn't take care of, Liv?

Your hotel bell.
It's a doozy.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

(Laughs)



(Tires squeal)

(Projector
and camera shutter clicking)

(projector
and camera shutter clicking)

He really did forget
what time the trial started.

Sandra.

You're right.
He screwed up.

He's lucky the judge
didn't throw him back in jail.

This isn't a parking ticket.
He's on trial for rape.

He didn't do it.
He didn't rape that girl.

I believe you,
but if I'm the jury,

I'm already resenting him
for wasting my time.

Which is why I would
like you on this thing.

You can guide our defense team,
keep Travis in line.

Unh-unh. No way.
Today was just a favor.

Liv.

Sandra, I love you.
I love your son.

But I am on retainer for
your company, not your family.

I help with mergers and P.R.

I don't babysit 27 year olds.

I know that Travis
is irresponsible.

I know that.

I try to tell him that
he has to step up,

fix his own mistakes.

Part of it is on me.

After hal died, he went
through a very rough time,

and I didn't always
have the time

to help him sort through
all of that stuff.

And these girls see the son
of a rich C.E.O.,

and they get dollar signs
in their eyes.

That girl is not
the victim here. Travis is.

Please.

You've handled
difficult clients before.

Not ones who didn't
show up in court.

And I already got Travis

one of the best defense lawyers
in Washington.

He doesn't need me.

I need you.

I spend all day
listening to people

who tell me what they think
I want to hear.

You are the only one who will
give it to me straight.

He could be in
a lot of trouble here, Liv.

I need someone on our side
who I can trust.

People don't say no to you
very often, do they?

Probably about as often

as they say no to you.

(Projector
and camera shutter clicking)

(Camera shutter clicks)

(Clicks keyboard keys)

What's happening?

Morning, honey.

What's happening?

I called Mrs. Hanley

and I canceled
your morning schedule.

Oh.

Oh, for the love of...

You haven't been sleeping.

You paced until 4:00 A.M.
I wanted you to get some sleep.

I had a video conference on
hunger in the developing world.

Mandela got outta bed.

Mandela was waiting for me.

People die if they don't
get enough sleep.

The chairman
of the joint chiefs

and I had a meeting,

I was sitting
with the economic advisors.

You needed one chance
to sleep in.

I am the leader
of the free world!

I do not sleep in!

Why aren't you sleeping?

Mel...

I just want you to have
what you need.

You know that.

I'm doing a tour of
D.C. homeless shelters

this afternoon.

I have to give a speech.

Wish me luck.

(Door opens)

(Door closes)

Hey.

(Lowered voice) Oh,
what are you doing here?

You're not supposed to be here.

You have to stop
showing up here.

Are you always
this high-strung?

No. I'm just... I'm new.

It's kind of charming.
Relax.

I have a meeting
with your boss.

(Normal voice)
Um, Olivia, I...

Hey, where are you going?
We have a meeting.

No, we don't.

You called me.

Your guy said that you
wanted to talk to me about...

why would I want to do that?

I don't know. I imagine
so you can try

to kill my story
about Amanda Tanner,

which there is no way in hell
I am gonna let you do.

I don't have to kill
your story, gideon.

You're going to kill it
yourself.

As soon as you publish even

anything remotely interesting
about my client,

all of the real reporters
at your paper

are going to snatch it
right out of

your cub-reporter hands.

By the way,

great piece yesterday about how

the cherry blossoms
are so late to bloom this year.

I do hope they come soon.

This is how this works.

You're gonna leave Amanda alone

and keep her name
out of your paper

for the next 72 hours.

You do that, and I will give you
some background on her.

And if you're lucky, a quote.

That sounds fair.

Okay. Good meeting.

There was no meeting.
(Elevator motor whirs)

(Projector
and camera shutter clicking)

(Camera shutter clicks)

You bring a lot of clients
to your home?

Just the ones that need to be
kept out of the public eye.

So...

What happens next?

Next we talk about things.

Okay.

Not bad things.
Just things that will help me.

For instance, I need to know
if you have any proof

of what went on
with you and the president.

Why do you need that?

Because if it ever came down
to his word against yours,

we'll need proof
of what happened,

because even though
I believe you, others won't.

I have something, yeah.

I'm not ready to tell you
what it is.

Amanda...

My terms.

You said we could do this
on my terms.

I'm not telling you
until I'm ready.

Okay.

Hopefully, it won't
come to that.

Hopefully,
we'll figure this out,

which brings me to
the second thing I need.

What's the end game?

The end game?

A question I ask
every client...

what they want.
What's your best outcome?

Do you want money? Do you
want to stay in Washington?

Do you want your job back?

You have options.

I want to see the president.

Excuse me?

I want to see the president.

I want one meeting with him...

Alone...

Face-to-face.

(Laughs) No.
No, it was the caucus.

We were in Des Moines debating,

and the moderator raises
the question.

(Laughs) Mm-hmm.

(Laughing) And Fitz
just looked...

(Indistinct conversations)

Olivia.

Oh, please.

Billy, can you give us
a minute?

Um...

I'm, uh, eating shrimp scampi,
so, no.

Billy.

Liv, I'm eating,
and he's paying.

Do you know how rare that is?

Look, you used to be
the work wife,

but word on the street is,
your spot's open,

so you really think
I'm leaving this table?

Billy, leave the table.

Billy, leave the table.

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

(Fork clatters)

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

Work wife.

I suppose that's true.

(Mouth full)
It is true. Was true.

He's not sleeping.

Not my problem.

So what does
my ex-work wife want?

(Normal voice) Amanda Tanner
wants a sit-down.

15 minutes with him.

You and I both know...

and then she goes away,
for good.

This is legit, Cyrus.

And then this goes away?

Then you'll buy scampi
only for me.

We made a president together.
(Laughs)

We did.

I miss you.

Yeah. Me, too.

He's not sleeping.

Cyrus, neither am I.

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

(Sighs)

(Cole) The woman's name
is Helen fisher.

(Camera shutter clicking)

She went home
with Travis willingly.

Claims that things
got out of hand,

he wouldn't take no
for an answer.

How are you explaining
the bruises?

Self-inflicted
after the fact.

Travis is innocent.

Aren't they all?

(Chuckles) No. Hell, no.

But Travis is.

I have tried
millions of these cases.

It's a classic
he said, she said.

It'll all come down to...

Perception.
These cases always do.

And you're...
how do I say this?

You're being perceived
by the public,

and more importantly,
by the jury,

as an entitled rich boy

who thinks he can
get away with anything.

To change that,
you play by my rules.

Harrison's your babysitter.

You do not drink.
You don't go out.

No more blondes...
As charming as she was.

Whatever you say, Liv.

(Projector
and camera shutter clicking)

(Camera shutter clicks)

(Pants)

You're obsessed.

Do I need a restraining order?

A restraining order?

For a friend
who brings you free coffee?

We're not friends,
and that coffee is not free.

What do you want?

Jane Powell... she's prosecuting
the Harding rape case.

You got any...

dirt?

Dirt on Jane Powell,
my friend and colleague?

So you can threaten
or intimidate her?

Oh, please,
you hate Jane Powell.

Jane Powell
is gunning for your job.

You're so touchy
pre-coffee.

Beat it, stalker.
(Dog whining)

That's no way
to treat a friend.

We're not friends.

(Olivia) No luck
with the U.S. attorney.

I got nothing
on the prosecution.

Where's the jury?

Uh, these ten
are voting guilty.

But the trial's not even over.
How can you say that for sure?

Demographics, body language,

sociological,
and psychological factors.

We've ruled out all but two
as potential non-guilty votes...

uh, juror 4...

(Camera shutter clicks)
Freelance graphic designer,

bartender, voted for nader.

(Click)

He's independent, contrarian.
Good.

And juror 6...

(Click)

Uh, N.R.A. member,
retired marine,

winces every time
the prosecution speaks.

(Click)

So he's an Alpha male
with a grudge against

the female prosecutor.
Great. Love it.

Hawk, what'd you get?

(Click)

I can't discuss it.
That's final.

When the guy is in jail,

you can ask me
anything you want.

(Sam & Dave)
♪ wrap it up ♪

♪ I'll take it ♪

No, man.

He is a total date raper.

♪ Baby ♪

(Click)

Jury's set to hang him high.

♪ Baby ♪

(Chuckles) Day three
of trial, and...

We've lost them already.

♪ Baby, wrap it up ♪

Abby, what do we have on Helen?

(Clicking)
I went to her work.

Thursdays at Tony's.
(Click)

2-for-1 highballs.

Helen and I had a longstanding
weekly drinks date.

Oh, I know the drill.

I used to be so hungover
on Fridays during law school.

It wasn't like that.

Helen would have one,
maybe two drinks.

She never wanted
to be hungover...

(Lowers voice)
Around the kids.

(Normal voice) Plus,
working here for a nonprofit?

It's all she could afford.

Excuse me.
(Abby) The bad?

(Clicking)

Helen's a Saint.

Special ed advocate.
(Clicking)

Head of the American university
alumni club for D.C....

a-a Saint.

Which I might add,
you have to be

to win a he said, she said case
without coming out

looking like a regretful slut
who was asking for it.

You're killing me.
What's the good?

The good is she's broke.
I checked her credit reports.

She's over 250 grand

between student loans
and credit cards,

and financially,
the girl's drowning.

(Sandra)
You want me to settle?

Olivia,
that's out of the question.

Helen is an airtight witness.

We need to stop her

from cooperating with
the prosecution any further,

and we've already lost
the jury.

He is innocent.
The evidence is paper-thin.

Photographs of bruises
on a pretty girl

prove to be very effective.

In a case like this,
perception is more important

than evidence.

The truth doesn't matter.

He looks guilty.
He is guilty.

We'll win on appeal.

That'll take two years,
minimum.

In the meantime,
Travis will be in prison.

(Exhales deeply)

We've got an opportunity here.

The girl needs money.

You have a lot of money.

You only have one son.

Settle.

Do whatever you have to do.

(Door opens)

(Livia) That's $8 million

in three installments.

(Cole) In a way
which makes it clear.

The attorney representing
mr. Harding was totally unaware.

The gag order
and confidentiality clause

are standard..

As Charles here's
hopefully explained,

It means you stop
cooperating as a witness.

I am not here.

I was in the building
on another case.

I just...

Which will force
the prosecution

to drop the case.

They've offered to throw in
an extra $500,000

to the special education charity
of your choice

if we leave here
with an agreement.

10.

10? That is preposterous.

You must... I'm sorry.

Ignore me. I'm not here.

10, upfront, one payment.

I can sell 9. No more.

Done.

No.

Helen, we're not going
to get a better offer.

I said no.

You're angry, Helen.
I understand that.

But the quickest way
to put this behind you

is to settle this now

or you're looking
at years of appeals,

years of unfinished anger...

how much would you take,
Ms. pope?

I'm sorry?

If you were me,
how much would it take you

to be able to forget...

To forget you'd been strangled,
had your clothes ripped off,

had some guy pin you down

while he forced his fist
inside your mouth so hard,

you could taste your own blood?

How much would it take you
to be able to forget all that,

to be able to even think

of having sex
with somebody again...

(Voice breaking)
To wake up every morning

and not want to kill yourself

when you realize it wasn't
just a dream,

it actually happened?

How much would it take you
to forget all that,

$10 million, 20?

How much would you be worth?

Hmm?

How much?

Let's go.

{Pub}(Camera shutter clicking)

Thank you for your service.

Thank you, Mr. president.

Thank you.

Thank you for your service.

It's an honor,
Mr. president.

(Clicking continues)

Gentlemen,

thank you all.
Thank you.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you.

(Cyrus speaks indistinctly)

Thank you.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Door closes)
Did you see that?

Hmm?

They had prosthetic hands.

That man saluted me
with his left hand

because his right hand
was blown off by an I.E.D.

While he was busy
keeping us safe.

This country...
Its heart...

I wish you were a cynic.

Being president is easier
for a cynic.

Olivia wants a meeting.

One sit-down
with Amanda Tanner,

and it all goes away.

I think...

I think it's worth it.

We do it casually, discreet,
somewhere off the grounds.

You hear her out,
and then it's done.

We're free.

This is a chance to put
Amanda Tanner behind you.

Olivia will be there?

Like I said,

your life would be
so much easier

if you were a cynic.

(Door opens)

(Papers thud)

(Door closes)

Three days out,

we let this go to jury
and we're screwed.

Well, it's going to
because she won't settle.

So... we lost?

I mean... what happens
when we lose?

We're just done?

(Chuckles)

We're never done.

If we lose this round,
we prep him for appeal.

If we lose that, we prep him
for a second appeal,

because whatever happens,
there's always another move.

Whatever happens,
we do not give up.

It is my name on that door,

and i do not give up.

(Door closes)

It's not personal.

She really doesn't like
the word "lose."

(Projector
and camera shutter click)

(Camera shutter clicks)

It feels kinda cheap.

It is.

Juries have a natural bias
against the exceedingly rich.

Well, I have a natural bias
against rayon.

(Chuckles)

But hey, if it'll help me
look as innocent as I am,

I love it.

Hey, man, be straight with me.

What's the point of all this?

I mean, if she won't settle...

I'm going to prison, aren't I?

No more yellow ties.

Blue.

You can trust a man in blue.

But maybe we didn't
go high enough.

Maybe we should try again.

I mean, they always take
the money in the end.

Okay, I can't talk.

Not now. You have to
stop calling me.

(Cell phone beeps)

Who are you talking to?

That reporter
from the "sun."

He keeps calling me.

Look, I'm not gonna
take your phone away,

but I cannot stress
the importance

that you only take calls

from your parents and my staff.

You cannot answer your phone,

not even to tell someone
to go away.

Damn it. He knows something.
He's chomping at the bit.

He must have something.
He likes me.

What?
The reporter.

Gideon.
I think he likes me.

Maybe I could talk to him,
find out what he knows?

(Cell phone rings)

(Ring)

(Beeps)
Harrison?

I want permission to look
into Travis' finances.

What are you thinking?
He said something about settlements,

how they always take the money.

I think we should know

if he's speaking
from experience.

Be careful.

(Beep)

(Projector
and camera shutter click)

(Camera shutter clicks)

In '08, he made 3 payments
of $200,000

to a woman in Arlington.

(Abby) Her name's Rachel kline.

23-year-old waitress
at Darcy's in Georgetown.

Let's track her down,

find out what the money
was for.

Can't. She's dead.

Committed suicide
three years ago. Pills.

600 grand's a hell of a tip for
your favorite waitress, hmm?

All the marks
of a cover-up here.

Covering up what?

Liv, I know Sandra's
your friend, but...

If he raped that girl
and paid her off,

it makes it a lot more likely
he raped Helen, too.

(Projector
and camera shutter clicking)

(Camera shutter clicks)

(Door opens)

Looks like we're gonna get
458 passed in the senate.

A nice victory
for bipartisanship.

What?

I thought we were good,
problem solved.

But this just came in
my mail... my personal mail.

What is it?

It's an audiotape.

Do they call them
audiotapes now,

what, with CDS and all?
I'm old.

Cyrus, you're rambling.

You don't ramble,
so now I'm nervous.

Sir, you'll want to hear this.

Cy...

From that first day when you
asked me to run your campaign,

I dreamed a lot of dreams,
big dreams.

I knew you were going
to be president, but...

(Clicks tongue)

I never dreamed I'd be
listening to a tape of you...

Moaning with
a white house aide.

That's what that is, right,

you with your pants down,

having sex with Amanda Tanner?

Cyrus, I...

you don't talk.
You don't talk anymore.

Someone sent this to me.
You get that?

Amanda Tanner
is blackmailing you...

Which means that Olivia pope
is blackmailing you.

{Pub}This isn't Liv.

Liv didn't do this.
She wouldn't do this.

Mr. president...

Liv wouldn't do this.

I don't want
to believe it either, but...

Liv is not behind this.

She wanted a meeting.
She wanted to put this to bed.

You know what happens
at that meeting?

They ambush you.

There were no demands
that came with this.

Just the tape.

The demands come in the meeting
when you're face-to-face,

when they have you
by the balls,

when they're in control.

We both know that's how
Olivia pope works.

(Sighs)

There isn't gonna be
a happy ending.

Liv isn't coming home.
Okay.

She's not gonna forgive you.
Okay.

She's going to take a knife

and she's going to gut you,
and she's going to walk away...

I said okay!

Oh, my God.

(Projector
and camera shutter click)

I just left
Rachel's parents' house.

The mother tell you anything?
She wouldn't talk, but she didn't have to.

She's a fourth grade teacher,
and there's an s-class...

(Camera shutter clicking)
In the driveway.

Looks like a 2007,
maybe a 2008.

That's an $80,000 car
that came out the year

her daughter was paid off.

It must have been Rachel's.

Exactly. You want to know
the best part?

There's an American university
sticker on it.

(Clicking)
Helen went to American.

(Click)
Harrison, I'm gonna need you to get...

already on it.

You're not a cop.

Not even close.

Usually, all we get
down here are cops.

Sometimes lawyers, but you're
not a lawyer, either.

I'm definitely not a cop.
Some days I'm a lawyer.

But today...

I'm just a single man
looking for evidence...

an old rape kit from a few
years ago if you even have it...

a woman named Rachel kline.

You flirting with me?

(Laughs)

'Cause I test rape kits
all day,

hundreds of 'em,
backlogged so bad,

it'll be ten years before
some of them even get opened.

You know what's in a rape kit,

guy who's sometimes a lawyer,
but not a cop?

Swabs from her lips,

her cheeks, her thighs,
her hair, her cervix,

the panties she was wearing
when he pulled 'em down,

the little bits of him
they combed off her body,

and the comb they used
to do it.

So if can give you something
that's gonna get some justice

for one these women whose
pain and shame is in these bags,

just ask me.

I'll do it.

But if you want anything else,
you've come to the wrong place.

The rape kit will be fine.
Thank you, ma'am.

Mm-hmm.

(Inhales deeply)

(Keypad beeps)

(Phone rings)

Hey, gideon. Hi.

It's, uh, Quinn... Perkins

from Olivia pope...
And associates.

I was wondering if you wanted
to grab a drink with me tonight

if you're not busy.

If you are, it's completely
and totally fine.

We could do it another time...
tomorrow, or next week,

or never at all, ever.

Okay.

Sure.

Bye.

(Beep)

(Cell phone clatters)

What?

You're weird.

I'm not weird.

Weird is good.

Thank you?

Amanda settling in okay?

I'm sorry we didn't vote.

We never vote.

Not really.

Trust me. We're on
the right side of this.

Whose side, Liv,

the white house's, Amanda's?

You have a conflict of interest
so big in this thing,

I don't even think
there's a word for it.

(Cell phone rings and beeps)

Mellie.

I hope I'm not catching you
at a bad time.

No, not at all.
What can I do for you?

Well, you know we have
that state dinner tonight,

and I checked,
and I couldn't believe it,

but it looks you didn't
receive an invitation,

which was an oversight,

I swear.

I'm flattered, truly, but...

8:00. See you then.

(Beep)

(Whispers) Thank you.

(Beep)

(Door opens)

You're gonna want to see this.

(Projector
and camera shutter clicking)

She met Travis in a bar
in Adams Morgan.

(Stephen) She was
just out of American,

working at a lobbying firm.

After a night
of heavy drinking,

Rachel went home with Travis,
and he raped her.

(Harrison) She filed a police
report, rape kit and all.

Two days later,
he made payments...

three payments...
to her account.

Bought her an s-class
to sweeten the deal.

She recanted
her story to the police,

thought she could just move on,
but she couldn't function.

Had to move back in
with her parents.

And then one night
about a year later,

she swallowed enough seconal
to end her life.

She was found by a friend...
her best friend.

She changed her hair
from brunette to blonde,

but it's still...

Helen fisher.

(Projector
and camera shutter clicking)

(Olivia)
You were right about Helen.

She was after Travis,

but for the money.

She was after Travis
because four years ago,

he raped her best friend.

Her name was Rachel kline,

and you destroyed her life,
Travis.

But you're not guilty
of raping Helen,

and Rachel can never
testify against you,

so you'll go free.

Is this true?

M-mom...

Answer me, honey.

I didn't want to tell you.

I didn't want to disappoint you
any more than I...

I'm sorry.

I screwed up,
and I tried to fix it.

I tried.

You told me...

you... you always said,
I should fix my mistakes,

so...
I took care of it.

I handled it.

{Pub}You went to Tony's
on Thursdays

because the defendant
went there on Thursdays.

Isn't that right?
No! It...

you went every Thursday
for six months.

Isn't that correct?
Yes, but you're making...

you stalked him, didn't you?

(Jane)
Objection. Argumentative.

(Judge) Sustained.

You approached him
as a brunette, and then,

when he didn't respond,

you changed your hair color
so he would notice you.

No, he hurt me!

(Crying) He pinned me down.
He...

(judge) Ms. fisher,
stick to the questions.

You were obsessed.
(Whimpers)

You change your hair color,

you follow Travis around...

So you could seduce him.

You went home with him,

you had consensual sex
with him,

and then you set him up,

set all of us up.

(Exhales)

He's gonna get off isn't he?

They're destroying
that girl in there.

Travis is gonna be just fine.

I signed him up for everything
when he was a kid...

hockey, soccer, lacrosse.

I figured,
if I couldn't be around,

at least he'd stay busy,
maybe he wouldn't notice.

He was great at everything,

made every all-star team.

In ten years, I never made it
to a single game.

It's not your fault.

He hurt someone, Liv.

He held her down and he...

My son did that.

He's a...

What should I do?

Tell me.

There's nothing you can do.

Who he is,

what he is,

it's not your fault.

(Indistinct conversations)



Here you go.

Hey.

What...
what are you doing here?

Setting you up.

Setting me up?

Virgin margaritas
for the lady all night,

and whatever her date orders

gets a 3-finger pour of booze in it.
You got it.

Put your hair down...

Wh...
and take that jacket off.

Flirt just enough,
but not too much,

and do not
let him see you home.

I can handle myself, you know?

Oh, I heard you on the phone.

You need to be set up.

(Indistinct conversations
continue)



(Indistinct conversations
continue)

(Exhales)

(Projector
and camera shutter clicking)

(Orchestra music playing)

(Camera shutters clicking)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Clicking continues)

(All speaking indistinctly)

Lovely to see you.
Here's the prime minister.

(Fitz speaks indistinctly)

Hello. It's wonderful
to see you again.

Hi.

What's Olivia doing here?

I invited her.

How are you, bill?

Good to see you.
You two know each other.

Liv.
(Chuckles)

You look lovely.

Oh.

Oh. Mm.

Doesn't she look lovely?

Of course, yeah.
I'm so happy you could come.

I wouldn't miss it,
Mr. president.

(Mellie laughs)

Prime minister,
delightful to see you.

How is the new baby?

Good to see you.

Thank you so much for coming.

Oh, hi. Oh.

Great to see you.

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

(Sighs)

(Camera shutters click)

(Playing up-tempo jazz)

(Indistinct conversations)

You're better than I expected.

Oh, they had ballroom dancing
at Andover.

It was the only way I could
get near a girl back then,

so...

I took it twice.

Glad to see
it's working out for you.

(Laughs)

(Music continues)

What?

I'm trying to figure out how
I can sexually harass you

and get away with it.

Billy.

What? You don't
work here anymore.

You could date me.
I'm a catch.

Or...

(Mellie gasps)
Is there another guy?

(Clears throat)

I'd like a turn

with the best dancer
in the west wing.

Oh.
(Laughs)

No offense, Fitz.

None taken.
(Laughs)

(Laughs)

You mind?

No.

(Song ends)

(Mellie and Billy) Oh.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Playing romantic jazz music)

(Indistinct conversations)

Keep 'em coming.

Yes, sir.

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

(Music continues)

Don't look at me.

How come?

Because everyone will know.

I can't not look at you.

The song will be over
in a minute.

This is ridiculous.

Everything is ridiculous.

How did it all get so...

(Sighs)

Damn it.
Just look at me.

(Music continues)

(Whispers) Look at me.

(Music continues)

(Normal voice) Meet me
in our spot in ten minutes.

No.

I am not spending

any more time away from you.

(Music continues)

Stop it.
We're in public.

Look away.

Look...

I know...

I don't have the right.

I know.
I know you don't trust me.

I...

(Music continues)

I love you.

Your wife is 10 feet away.

I love you.

What about Amanda?

I love...

You.

(Music continues)

(Song ends)

(Applause)

(Indistinct conversations)

Our spot, ten minutes.

You can't leave
your own state dinner.

Watch me.

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

(Band playing
up-tempo jazz music)

Generous bartender.

I know. I'm so buzzed.

So should we get to it?

I'm sorry?

I know why you called.

You do.

To find out what I know,
dig around,

find my weak spots.

Let me save you some time.

I have tried every drug
but the needle drugs,

but I'm only addicted
to "sportscenter"

and my BlackBerry,

I talked my way out of
a D.U.I. in Lubbock,

but the arrest record
is still on file... Texas...

and in eighth grade,
I stuffed the ballot box

in an attempt to rig
the student council election,

but I did it to get closer
to Jenny marconi,

not for the power.

Still lost.

Okay.

I'm not giving up this story.

It's my ticket off of Metro
and on to national,

and don't tell me
it's not a story,

'cause that would insult
what little intelligence I have,

and I wouldn't
believe you anyway,

'cause your boss is involved,

and you're a terrible liar
who's not the least bit buzzed,

and I know that because you've
had as much as I've had,

and while
I am genuinely buzzed,

you are coiled like a cobra

'cause you're
so freakin' tense.

Now that you know everything,

let's forget about work
for a couple of hours,

get you a real drink...

(Indistinct conversations)

Why did you break the deal
with Olivia?

What are you talking about?

You called Amanda. I was there
when she got the call.

Don't get me wrong,
I'm digging.

I called Amanda's
college roommate,

I called her friends
at the white house,

but I absolutely, positively
did not call Amanda.

I'm keeping my promise.
I want that quote.

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

(Band playing
romantic jazz music)

Oh, Cyrus. Hello.

I don't know what you think
you're playing at, Liv,

but I don't take kindly
to blackmail.

Uh, I'm sorry. What?

I never took you for
the "hell hath no fury" type.

It's a little trashy,

but so is having an affair
with a married man.

You want to be careful, Cyrus,
with how you speak to me,

because I might forget
that we are friends.

Now if you'll excuse me.
What happened,

you danced,
he said he loved you?

What, are you gonna go
meet him right now?

(Chuckles) He's good. He has
you in the palm of his hand.

You're being played.

You're being played by the best
politician in the world.

The upside?

The tell-all book that you
can write when you're old...

"the president's whore"...

it's all very dirty
and best seller.

These very nice agents

are gonna escort you
off the white house grounds.

And you can tell Amanda Tanner

that the meeting
with the president

is off.

(Knocking on door)

I was wrong before.

Livvie, it's late.

I was wrong before
about it not being your fault.

It is your fault.

What?

You love him. You do.

But you can't fix everything
for him.

You can't. He's playing you
because you let him.

You give him everything
he asks for

and you clean up his messes

and you believe him
even when he lies to you,

and that is...
that is not love.

Love is making him face
who he is.

The best thing
you can do for him

is to do the best thing
for him.

It's not your fault,
what he did,

but letting him get away
with it, that is your fault.

Mr. president.

Cyrus.

This is not a good time.

Olivia's not coming.

What?

She canceled the meeting
with Amanda Tanner.

She was playing you,
twisting the knife.

I'm sorry, sir.

Oh...

I need to get back
to the prime minister.

You want me to turn myself in?

That's a little drastic.

Right... mom?

You raped that girl, Travis.
She killed herself.

But that wasn't my fault.

It wasn't.

Travis, please.
This is hard enough.

So I made a couple of payments?

They can't put me
away for that.

There's a rape kit.

It's got your D.N.A.
All over it.

She never pressed charges.

They don't even have my name.

It happened once.

It'll never happen again.

I promise.
Travis...

I'm not talking to you.

I'm talking to my mother.

I'll go away.

How's that sound?

I'll go to Europe
for a couple of years.

And then I'll come back
and run the company.

That was always
the plan anyway.

That's a good compromise,
right?

That's what
I thought you'd say.

Well, good.

That takes care of the problem.

I've already taken care
of it, honey.

(Door opens)

You didn't.

Mom?
(Handcuffs jangle)

Mo... don't do this, mom!

(Handcuffs click)
Mom!

Don't do this.

Mom, listen to me.

Please! This is crazy.

Jane Powell, my friend?

Got transferred
to misdemeanors.

Oh?

Something about incompetence,

didn't research
the defendant well.

How sad for you.

Okay, maybe.

Maybe what?

Maybe we can be friends.

Maybe.

(Knocks on door)

You okay?

Why did you invite her
to the state dinner?

Olivia?

Why would you do that?

Because you needed to see her.

I trust that tonight,
you'll sleep like a baby.

(Door opens)

Wait. Where's Amanda?
(Door closes)

Change of plan. You're not
getting a quote from Amanda.

Screwed by Olivia pope.

Why am I not surprised?

You're getting
something better.

Something that will actually
help your career...

an interview
with Sandra Harding.

Have you heard of her?

H.D.X., right? Her company's
worth $300 million.

About an hour ago,

she turned her son in to
the U.S. attorney for rape.

Tomorrow she's going to resign.

She's agreed to tell you
and only you

her side of the story.

Not only will your byline

be on the front page
of your paper,

but this story,
your exclusive story,

will be chased by every
major newspaper in the country.

And they'll get nothing.

I know
it's not cherry blossoms,

but...

Thank you. I...

Thank you.

Gideon, that was a meeting.

You know, I've been
meaning to tell you,

it's probably nothing,

but gideon said
this thing at drinks

about how he never
called Amanda, not once,

and my gut says to believe him.

My gut says he's not lying.

Reporters lie, Quinn.

My gut says she's lying.

I don't think Amanda's
telling you everything.

(Projector
and camera shutter clicking)

He's mad at me.

I get that.

(Sniffles)

But if I could just have
five minutes...

Alone with him,

I know that I could explain.

I know how hard this is.

I'm sure you do.

You're afraid
that it was nothing,

that he's forgotten it already,

tossed you
like yesterday's paper,

and moved on
without another thought,

and if he's forgotten,

then it's almost as if
it never happened,

that what you had with him
wasn't real,

and that makes you feel
completely and utterly alone.

But I haven't forgotten.

I know what happened.

I know it was real.

And whatever
you decide to do here,

however you want
to play this thing out,

I will stand beside you
every step of the way

if you ask me to,
I will make him remember

and you will never,

ever be alone in this again,

but I'm gonna need
everything...

every truth, every detail.

If I'm gonna stand
with you, Amanda,

I need to hear all of it.

I'm pregnant.