Scandal (2012–2018): Season 2, Episode 14 - Whiskey Tango Foxtrot - full transcript

Cyrus is going to christen his baby and asks Olivia and Fitz to be god parents. David wakes up and finds himself with a woman he met, who is dead. so he calls Olivia and they first try to ...

(GUNSHOT)

OLIVIA: You almost died.

- FITZ: Yes.
- Don't do it again.

OLIVIA: Previously on Scandal...

- What do you want?
- I want a divorce.

I would like to marry you.

Whatever's wrong,
don't say you're marrying Edison.

You're willing to bring down the
whole republic because you feel guilty.

C YRUS: If what we did gets out?

Then it gets out,
and we're brought to justice.

You are not the president.



Hollis Doyle rigged
the voting machines.

It's a go.

We all helped cover it up.

Mellie. Cyrus. Olivia.

Told Edison I wouldn't marry him.

- I've changed my mind about that.
- What?

Don't wait for me.

(PANTING)

(DOOR OPENING)

MELLIE: Honey, I'm back.

Do you have it?

It's 7:00 in the morning.

FITZ: Do you have it or not?

Yes.



MELLIE: You didn't sleep at all
last night.

- Maybe you should...
- Don't.

Okay.

What are you doing?

I thought you could use
a little morning pick-me-up.

- Mellie.
- Shh.

You don't have to do anything.

I'll do all the work.

- Mellie.
- (MOANS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Ignore it.

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Yes?

Mr. President?

Ugh.

Cyrus, you're in my bathroom.

Yes, sir, Mr. President.
I'm as unhappy about that as you are.

I sent two aides and neither
had the courage to knock, sir.

Hi, Cyrus.

Good morning, ma'am.

All set for the christening tomorrow?

Yes. Thank you. Sir?

You have bad news.

Four Americans
have been kidnapped abroad.

(SIGHS)

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, God.

- Oh, God. Oh, God...
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)

MAN: Mr. Rosen, police.

- (DAVID SIGHS)
- (KNOCKING CONTINUES)

OFFICER: Mr. Rosen.

Be right there.

Mr. Rosen.

I'm Officer Drew, this is Officer Bristol.

Hello. Hi.

Uh, I'm sorry. Took a second
to answer the door. I had to, uh,

throw some pants on.

Anyway, what can I do for you?

We got a call
from one of your neighbors.

Said they heard a disturbance
coming from your place.

Really? No. Uh, not that I... No.

I don't...

What kind of disturbance?

A woman screaming.
A fight of some sort.

No. No. No fight.

Maybe the TV was on too loud.

I don't hear the TV.

I turned it off
when I heard you knocking.

No one else was here last night
or early this morning?

- Just you?
- Yup. Yup. Uh-huh.

Just me. I live alone.

All right, Mr. Rosen.

Thank you for your time.

I will be sure to keep the TV down.

(MAN SPEAKING IN
FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

This tape arrived at our embassy
in Kashfar an hour ago.

"Head up. Look into the camera."

Guys with the guns
are Kashfar Liberation Front.

A local terror group
affiliated with Al-Qaeda.

Most of them can't even read the Koran.

Thugs with an excuse to wreak havoc.

TRANSLATOR: "Tell them what you are.

"Tell them what agency you work for."

FITZ: What do they want?

The release of Moktada Al Far.

Local leader,
picked up last year, now in Gitmo.

We don't negotiate with terrorists,
they know that.

TRANSLATOR: "Speak into the camera,
you bitch."

If he's not released in 48 hours,

they say they'll start
shooting these guys, one per day.

What's he saying?

TRANSLATOR: "Speak,
you godless American whore.

"Tell them who you work for."

I work for the International Red Cross.
I was delivering medical supplies.

(MAN SPEAKING IN
FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(INDISTINCT MURMURING)

What about the families?

We're waiting on them, sir.

They deserve to know.
What are we waiting for?

- It's complicated.
- And why is that?

Because they're ours, sir.

Are you saying that they're spies?

They're our top CIA assets
in the region, Mr. President.

You wanna tell me
how these two-bit junior jihadis

got their hands on
legitimate U.S. Operatives?

- We don't know.
- Well, find the hell out!

I'd like a large coffee
and a bran muffin, please.

- Okay.
- No. Make that banana-nut.

Oh, hell. Make it a donut.

JAKE: Oops.

Sorry about that.

Is it okay? Did I, uh,
short-circuit your life?

(CHUCKLES)

My life is still intact. Thank you.

Good. Well, how about a donut?

The donuts here are amazing. They are
the unsung heroes of the pastry case.

I'm good.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

So what do you do?

- Oh, come on.
- (CHUCKLES)

Top-secret government official?

- CIA? NSA?
- (LAUGHS)

You know, this place is like
a who's who of high-powered D. C...

Once, I saw the Vice President
take someone else's latte.

I did.

Not cool.

What do you do?

- Me? Nothing. I sell office supplies.
- (CHUCKLES)

- No, you don't.
- Sure, I do. Yeah.

I can get you a great deal
on protractors in bulk.

Hmm.

I'm a tour guide,
up on that double-decker bus all day.

Did you know there's a typo
in the inaugural address

on the right wall
of the Lincoln Memorial?

Mmm.

That is a very impressive
fake job you have.

- Likewise.
- (BOTH LAUGHING)

(CELL PHONE CHIMING)

Hello?

David Rosen just called.
He's in trouble.

DAVID: Her name is Wendy.

Was Wendy.

Wendy Westerberg, 25 years old.

Came to D.C. Five years ago
from Allentown to attend GW.

Dropped out herjunior year.

- No social network presence.
- Where'd she work?

So far, zero employment history,
but she lives on Mintwood Place.

Rent's probably about
four grand a month.

Find out how she swings it.

- Did you know her well?
- A little.

We hung out a few times. She's
a regular at McGhee's on Prospect.

Did you have sex with her?

David, you need to tell me everything.
Your life could depend on it.

Yes, we had sex.

It's the last thing I remember before...
I didn't kill her.

I didn't kill her.

What's David been up to?

ABB Y: After losing his job as an AUSA,

being blackballed by
the Justice Department

due to a series
of embarrassing high-profile failures,

Mr. Rosen knocked on
just about every door

on K Street and the Hill
looking for work.

When none of those doors opened,

he tried forming his own firm
working out of his apartment.

- Made business cards and everything.
- HARRISON: Hmm.

I didn't know they made, uh,
stock this thin.

The phone never rang.

Pupils are dilated.

Also, you see how
they're turned inward?

My pupils are turned inward?

You got roofied. I'd say 7, 8 hours ago.

ABB Y: No lividity or rigor mortis,

so Wendy here is pretty fresh.

I'd say she died an hour ago,

- maybe two.
- Oh, thank God.

Thank God. I knew I could never...

- Are we moving her?
- Moving her?

If we're moving her, we gotta move now.

Moving her means
the killer might go free.

- We're not moving her.
- Everybody hold on.

David, you've been set up.

Professionally, by the looks of it.

Now you tell me you lied to the police.

I panicked. I did. But I cannot
tamper with the crime scene.

We can try to help you sell the truth,

try to explain away your lies to the cops,

dead woman lying in your bed.

But you have to ask yourself,
will the police believe you?

Will they work overtime
getting to the bottom of this mystery?

Or will they go for the easy arrest?

OLIVIA: But moving the body
has its own risks. It's illegal.

And it makes it harder for the police
to find the real killer.

So, tell us what you want.

Either way,

we'll help you fight this.

Do it.

- You got her jewelry? Laptop?
- Electronics, too. No laptop.

She has one. There's a power cord.

- I looked everywhere.
- Fine.

Break that lamp.

- Why?
- Needs to look like a B and E.

It won't throw off the examiners,

- but it'll buy us more time with the cops.
- (LAMP SHATTERS)

- What happens now?
- OLIVIA: You go to work.

- You have a job, right?
- Yes, I have a job.

No thanks to any of you.

Who can tell me
the three branches of government?

Anybody?

How about just one?

ABB Y: David's bank statements.

There's only one
recent deposit for &5,000.

- Who's Eugenia Bergman?
- David's grandmother.

She paid his rent last month.

We ruined David's life.

OLIVIA: So you go to your job

just like nothing ever happened,
because, David,

nothing happened.

What are you looking for?

We need spatter for the sheets,
for the walls.

We need fresh blood.

Here.

You said you wanted to learn cleanup,
this is cleanup.

Wait.

Eyes open. You can't miss.

She's already dead.

It's not her I'm worried about.

(SIGHS) You're a natural.

- He's in a meeting.
- There's nothing on the schedule.

You think I make this stuff up
to amuse you?

Louise, who's he meeting with?

(DOOR OPENING)

Together we will resolve this crisis.

And may we become better friends
in the process.

I didn't think that was possible,
Mr. Ambassador.

Keep me posted.

You got it? Thank you.

You met the ambassador to Kashfar
without me, sir.

FITZ: I saved you an hour of your life.

An hour I wasted trying to
get the Kashfaris

to step up and take responsibility
for their own security.

You didn't want me in the meeting.

Can I help you with something?

Is there something we need to discuss?

You tell me, Cy.

I guess not.

I'm in.

Wendy's cell was stolen at the scene
but I hacked into the cloud.

There's nothing on her finances yet,

but it looks like
she was uploading a bunch of photos

from her phone almost every night.

OLIVIA: Okay, let's see 'em.

- Are these a bunch of pictures of, uh...
- Men.

OLIVIA: Lots and lots of naked...

Hey.

She wasn't a fan of faces.

If she was sleeping with all these guys,

maybe one of them got jealous.

- Is that someone's...
- Hairy baby arm? No.

Abby.

Oh, right. The good news is it doesn't
seem like we have to worry about

any doormen or cabbies. Bad news?

The bartender at McGhee's
definitely remembers Wendy,

- and that she left with David.
- (HARRISON SIGHS)

The cops will be coming with a warrant.

They won't find anything at his place.
We were thorough.

HARRISON: How long till
they find her at her home?

Based on the ambient temperature
in her apartment,

two days, three max.

I've got Quinn on surveillance.

- She's good at it.
- (DOOR OPENING)

So we have at least two days
to figure out who all these men are,

and if any of them
might have wanted Wendy dead.

She ordered cable.

- Wendy ordered cable.
- What?

QUINN: Cable guy came.
Her neighbor let him in.

So, we just went from having two days
to find out who framed David...

To having two hours.

ABB Y: It's like a puzzle.

- Thousand-piece puzzle.
- Of man parts.

OLIVIA: We don't have time. We don't
have names, we don't have numbers.

- What do we have?
- Location stamps.

Huck can pin the location
where each photo was taken.

- We know where they live.
- We know their names.

HUCK: Like this guy here,
based on the location stamp

of where the photo was taken

and some spring break shots
on Facebook,

I'm gonna say he's Chase Coleman.

Bike messenger for Beltway Courier
until six months ago,

when client-sensitive materials
were leaked to the Times.

The bitch put something in my drink,
stole my messenger bag.

Next thing I know,
I can't get hired anywhere

and I'm selling my bike.

Please take one.
I have to get rid of 500 by noon.

ABB Y: Jason Davies.

Photo was snapped at a duplex.

The only other male resident is
a Norm DiNova, born 1928.

So unless old Normy
keeps himself in amazing shape...

The sad thing is I actually thought
we kind of had something.

And then two weeks
after we start banging,

my club's all over the friggin' news.

Davies owns the Luna Lounge,
on 9th Street.

They had that big drug bust
the Post broke last month.

They've all had some kind of thing.

That guy was connected
to the massage parlor bust.

Ah, this is the guy that had an affair

with his daughter's best friend.
Congressional aide, remember?

Wendy wasn't just
sleeping with these guys.

She was digging up dirt,
exposing secrets.

But why?

REPORTER: Yeah,
I paid her for some stories.

I mean, what's a few G's
for seven front-page bylines, huh?

I am really sorry she's dead.

Good source.

So, Wendy,
she's some kind of story whore?

OLIVIA: She targets men
with access to sensitive information,

tries to get it out of them through sex.

If that doesn't work, she roofies them,

digs for dirt herself,
and sells it to the highest bidder.

Now we know how she made rent.

Huck says the cops are at the bar,
talking to the bartender.

QUINN: Their next stop
is gonna be David.

OLIVIA: I'm on it.

What did she want from you?

DAVID: What do you think
she wanted from me?

That we faked the moon landing?
That a Starbucks tall is really a small?

She wanted Defiance, Liv.

She wanted to know why a grand jury
had been convened.

What did you tell her?

Nothing. I didn't get the chance.

The next thing I knew,
I was waking up covered in blood,

framed for her murder,

because, apparently,
I am the single most unlucky shmuck...

Or because that's
the way you wanted it.

- What?
- You won.

Defiance is dead and so am I.

So why isn't it enough
to ruin my career?

Why do you have to throw
the rest of my life on the fire, too?

Are you actually suggesting...

Unless you haven't won yet.

Maybe you didn't win until just now,

or, rather, until you planted a dead girl
in my bed.

I'm the last loose end, aren't I?
Lock me up,

and you have nothing more
to worry about.

I only have a minute.
He's watching me, Liv.

He's not watching you.

The President is watching me.

I feel like every time I leave to see you,
he knows where I'm going

and he adds another mark against me.

Can we not talk about him?

What did you need?

Did you have David Rosen
framed for murder? No offense.

None taken. Why would I have
David Rosen framed for murder?

To put Defiance to bed once and for all.

I can't say it's the worst idea
I've ever heard, but no.

- No?
- No. Defiance is over, Liv.

It died with Verna.

(SIGHS)

I know things are bad
between you and Fitz, but...

I'm sorry about the christening,
by the way.

I'll have you in and out
in an hour or two.

You'll barely have to see him.

What?

I think he knows.

I think he knows what we did.
I'm pretty sure.

Liv, there's no way...

I haven't slept in 10 months,

I have our last conversation on a loop
in my head all night, every night.

I think he knows what we did, Cyrus.

(SIGHS)

My minute is up, I have to get back.
Are you...

I'm fine.

- Cyrus.
- (SIGHS) What?

Defiance isn't ever going to be over.

(C YRUS SIGHS)

(CELL PHONE CHIMING)

Where are we?

We just ran out of time.

(IMITATING GIBBERING)

Did he give you a kiss?
You give your monkey a kiss.

- Give Daddy a kiss.
- (BAB Y COOING)

What do you want?

- Is he in there?
- Shh.

It's baby time. He can play
with that baby for hours.

I don't know how he does it.
I don't have the patience.

Me neither.

Mellie, something has to be done.

He can't keep this up.

What do you propose we do, Cyrus?
I have tried everything.

Right now, I'm just trying
to keep him focused and calm

so that he can run the country.

Sometimes I think that baby
is all that's holding him together.

He knows about Defiance?

No, no, this is about Olivia.
Something happened and they're done.

And he just needs time to adjust.

That's what I thought, too.
But it's been almost a year.

This isn't just about Olivia.

(SIGHS)

So he's drinking more than usual.
We can handle that. I am handling that.

He could bathe in scotch for all I care.
That's not the problem.

The problem is he's not using me
like he's supposed to.

I'm the guard dog. I'm the bad cop.
I'm the dragon that gets released.

I run the meetings and make the calls.

And help him come to decisions,
except I'm not.

He's isolating himself.
He's shutting me out.

He's running the country for real,
on his own.

He doesn't trust us, Mellie.

I've tried talking to him.

Try again.

I will, after I get him through
your daughter's christening.

Whose brilliant idea was that?

Olivia Pope as godmother?

- Mellie, it's not just my problem here.
- (SIGHS)

If I'm right, if he knows about Defiance,
it's both of us he doesn't trust,

and if he doesn't trust us,

when he gets tired and thirsty
and goes looking for water,

he's going to drink
from someone else's trough.

He needs somewhere to lean,
he's going to lean on someone else.

He's going to start trusting
someone else.

And once that happens,

someone else is going to be riding
our horse across the finish line.

- (BABBLING) Boo!
- (BAB Y COOING)

What do you say? Hmm?

FITZ: (BABBLING) Boo!

FEMALE REPORTER ON TV:
And back to our story that led the hour.

The White House
has issued a statement

regarding the four
American aid workers

who went missing near Kashfar City
yesterday morning.

And while some reports suggest

the Americans may have been
captured by rebel forces,

the White House
is denying those claims...

(TV SHUTS OFF)

(DOOR OPENING)

OLIVIA: Any news?
ABB Y: Nothing.

(SIGHS)

Is David gonna go down for this?

Not if I can help it.

Abby, are you...

(STAMMERING) I'm fine. I'm fine.

Work helps, so does exercise.

Stuff that numbs you,
keeps you from thinking too much.

Dating also helps,

but it also helps to remember
that he hates you

and it helps to try to hate him, too.

And that works for you?

I was talking about you and David.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

HUCK: Someone keeps calling Wendy.

I've been monitoring
her cell phone activity

just in case anything
interesting came up.

And today something did.
Four calls, all from the same line.

- Can we track the number?
- HUCK: I already did.

They're coming from the
Joint Chief's office in the Pentagon.

It's a fishing expedition,
they got nothing, no case.

They're grasping at air.

So you, you do exactly
what was done to you as an AUSA.

Guy comes in with his lawyer, clams up,
flat out refuses to play ball.

Probably annoyed you to no end, right?

Now see, that's how we do this.

Say nothing, do nothing,
admit to nothing.

Let me do the talking and we'll be fine.

Good, just like that. You got it.

These past several months
have been very difficult for you,

- haven't they, David?
- You don't have to answer that.

I mean, if I were fired, gosh,
I'd be so frustrated.

And not just frustrated, but angry.

Kind of anger that just sits there
and doesn't go away.

Are you angry, David?

HARRISON: You don't have
to answer that either.

In fact, my client
doesn't have to answer...

Do you remember the case I was
working on when I got fired, Mike?

We referred to it internally
as "Defiance."

What are you doing?

Defiance is the county in Ohio
that elected our president.

Not by an honest counting of votes,
the case alleged,

but through an illegal manipulation
of voting machines.

Okay, I need to speak with...

It was a bold claim, and I say claim

because it never saw
the inside of a courtroom.

- You wanna know why?
- David, please.

Because I was an idiot.

Are you an idiot, too, Mike?

Your theory of the crime is that I,
David Rosen,

the man whose job
you're now occupying,

whose chair you're now sitting in,

your longtime colleague
with extensive legal training

and no prior record whatsoever,
picked up a woman at a bar

and then brought her to my place
where I promptly stabbed her to death.

Because that's what I am, a stabber.

Give me a knife
and I'll stab anything.

Oh, how I love to stab.

Which is why when I finished
stabbing her in my apartment,

I carried the body to her place

and stabbed it some more.

DAVID: Why settle for a crime of passion

when a burglary gone wrong
is so easy to stage?

You were the last person
she was seen with.

By a bartender who's routinely drunk
for the last two-thirds of his shift.

Trust me, I'm a regular.

Which in evidentiary terms
means you have absolutely nothing.

So if you want to keep this job,
stay in this nice office,

look out at that beautiful view
of the Mall every day,

and put yourself on the fast track
to Attorney General,

don't be an idiot.

Leave me alone
and forget this ever happened.

Because only an idiot pursues cases
he stands no chance of winning.

I learned that the hard way.

If I were you,
I'd spare myself that shame.

And since I'm under no legal obligation

to continue this bizarre
and humiliating visit to my old office,

I'll leave you to it.

(DAVID SCOFFS)

HARRISON: Well.
(SIGHS)

That was fun.

(CLEARS THROAT)
We should, uh, do it again soon.

I expect we will.

I'm looking for a Captain Jacob Ballard.

You found him.

- You could have just called me.
- (CHUCKLES)

Or run into me accidentally
at the coffee place.

You didn't have to come all the way
down to the Pentagon

just to ask me out.

It's a hike.

She was stabbed to death?
Oh, my God.

- Do they know...
- Who did it?

No, no idea.

Was she working on a story,

maybe trying to get
some information from you?

- Are you a detective?
- No.

'Cause you sound like a detective.

I'm not a detective.

Well, then why are you asking me
detective-like questions?

- I can't tell you that.
- Ah.

I know Wendy traded in secrets.
Was there anything she had on you?

Anything you might have leaked to her?

So, even though you're not a detective,
I'm some kind of suspect here?

At this point, I think everyone
in her phone log is a suspect.

She came to me a month ago,

with some information
she wanted to sell.

I didn't take it very seriously
until a couple of days ago

when something I was working on

suddenly made that
information pertinent.

What were you working on?

My turn. Classified.

Unlike you, I don't have the choice
about what I can and cannot say.

Were you going to buy the information
she was selling?

(CHUCKLES)

I work at Intel
for the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

We are not in the business
of paying for information.

Even though
she knew something you didn't.

An assumption that I can
neither confirm nor deny.

By the way, shouldn't the police
have her phone log?

How do you have it, too?

- I can't...
- Can't tell me.

(OLIVIA CHUCKLES)

Well, since you're not able
to tell me anything,

and I'm not able to tell you anything,

I guess we're done here.

I guess we are.

Unless you'd like
to go out to dinner with me,

then we can not talk
about all sorts of things.

(CHUCKLES)

Sorry.

- I don't think so.
- You sure?

I can be very unhelpful.

Oh.

I'm sure you can.

We can't get human intelligence
on where the hostages are being held.

The guys they grabbed were our eyes
and ears on the ground there.

But the NSA picked up chatter
from a small city in the northeast.

After a recon overflight,

we pinpointed the building
where the hostages are being held.

- Degree of confidence?
- High.

These KLF guys like to talk.

Send in a SEAL team.

Mr. President, can we just take a breath
to consider other options?

Lt'll be faster
to let the Kashfari military handle it.

I wouldn't trust them to watch my dog.

And no one in their government
can even know about this.

- Lf I may...
- Enough!

How soon can we dispatch a team?

They're locked and loaded, sir.
Just awaiting your go.

Mr. President,
may I please have a word?

There's a way that this works.

If you pulled me out of the Sit Room
to give me a civics lesson...

Your job is to process
all of the various opinions...

Here we go.
Should I get a notebook and pencil?

- No, sir, I simply...
- Then make your point.

You've been isolating me,
shutting me out.

I've been waiting
to address it with you...

Make your point, Cyrus.

You can't do this alone. No one can.

You're my bulldog, my dragon.

Is that today's rehashed speech?

You're isolating me
and it's bad business.

It's bad for the country.
It's bad for me, Mr. President.

It makes it very hard for me
to do my job.

And my job is simply to make
yours easier, so please...

Are we done discussing
your hurt feelings?

Because I'd like to get back
to saving American lives.

Can we do that? Will you let us?

- Yes, Mr. President.
- Excellent.

Now, what's your take?

It's my opinion that it's too early
to send in a SEAL team.

We need to be careful.
We need to contain this situation.

Allow the Kashfaris some time
to gather intel on the ground

so we can be better prepared
when and if the time comes

to pull the trigger on an extraction.

Fine, we'll hold off.

For now.

All right.

Great.

We're done.

Very good, Mr. President.

- She was onto something big. Wendy.
- Ah.

A high-level military intelligence officer

was desperate to talk to her
the day she died.

He wouldn't tell me why, which means
she was onto something big.

And I'm willing to bet
whatever she was onto

is why she's dead now.
It's why you were framed.

How much do I owe you?

- What?
- For your services?

Or did you take a commission
when I sold my soul to the devil?

Your troubles aren't over,
not by a long shot.

But you and I are.

Everything you've ever done
for as long as I've known you

has been tailor-made to hurt me.

So I am done. I'm done with you.
I'm done with your people.

So, how much, Olivia?

- David...
- How much?

You can't afford me.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Mint?

What?

Mint? You smell like alcohol.

You're Ella's godfather,
we're going to her christening,

you can't smell like alcohol.

You know, don't you?

About Defiance?

You feel betrayed.

And I am sorry, it was...

There was a decision made...

I don't want to discuss it.

You deserve to be president, Fitz.

No, I don't.

But that doesn't matter,
because here I am.

Fitz, if you had been a part of that...

But I wasn't, no one asked me,
and I said I don't want to discuss it.

No, you just want to drink.

You're shutting Cyrus out.

He's not stupid.

He knows he's on the outside.
He's your Chief of Staff.

If you're gonna try to tell me
how to run the country

- that you have stolen for me...
- I was going to say you're right.

You were right to shut Cyrus out.
You are right.

It was Cyrus.

Cyrus pushed and he plotted
and he planned,

and he dug his heels in
and he made us...

I wanted you to be president, I did.

I'm unashamed of how much
I wanted the White House for us.

And I can be an animal, if I need to be.

I'm proud to rip the flesh off anyone
who comes between me and...

(SIGHS)

Cyrus stole the election.

He decided and he got Liv on board,

and Verna, and me.

He got me. (SIGHS)

It was Cyrus.

I'm not trying to excuse what I did.

I'm not trying to say I didn't have a part,
I'm just saying you're right.

To shut him out, to not trust him.

I think you're right.

Because...

It was Cyrus.

You have me. You can trust me.

(SIGHS)

I'm thinking of sending
an extraction team into Kashfar.

I need those guys to come back alive.

I think you should trust your instincts.

I need to know I'm making the right call.

You are the president.
Any call you make is right.

And if it doesn't work out,
we'll figure out what the next step is.

We can do this.

It's gonna be all right.

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Hi, darling.

Don't worry,
the ceremony will be short and sweet.

They abbreviate for the godless.

Call the Secretary.
Tell him to send in the SEAL team.

FITZ: Do it before the ceremony.

I thought we agreed
to take a breath on this.

Take as many breaths as you like,
and recount them in your memoirs.

Call in that SEAL team. Now.

Hey, James, how are you?

(BAB Y WHIMPERING)

PRIEST: How fortunate is baby Ella
to have such fine examples

of leadership and commitment
to our Lord and Savior.

Ella Margaret Novak-Beene,

I baptize you in the name of the Father,

and of the Son,

and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

ALL: Amen.

Ella won't remember today.

She won't remember
all of you cooing over her.

She won't remember the President
of the United States holding her.

And I hope to God she won't remember
the temper tantrum I threw

when I found out the Japanese peonies

would not arrive in time
for the ceremony.

It is, however,
etched deeply into my memory.

(ALL LAUGHING)

JAMES: She won't remember,
but I hope all of you will remind her,

not about the absence of the peonies,

but about how
she was surrounded by love.

To Ella.

- To family.
- (ALL MURMURING)

Thank you.

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

- I made a mistake.
- We both did.

- It won't happen again.
- (INHALES SHARPLY)

I was talking about Defiance.

That wasn't a mistake.

That was betrayal.

We are done.

I may not be able to control
my erections around you,

but that does not mean I want you.

We are done.

C YRUS: Sir, it's a go. Right now.

(INDISTINCT)

MAN: First floor secure.

Advancing towards target.

OSBORNE: Based on heat sensor
satellite imagery,

we're expecting anywhere from
five to eight enemy combatants

guarding the hostages in the northwest
corner of the second floor.

MAN 1: CEN TCO M,
we've reached the target.

MAN 2: Alpha, you're a go.

MAN 1: Fire in the hole.

(EXPLOSION)

This is it.

MAN: Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.
It's empty. No hostages.

What the hell?

MAN 1: All clear!

MAN 2: Alpha Bravo 10 awaiting orders.

- Tell them to abort.
- MAN: CEN TCO M, do you copy?

This could be a trap,
get them out of there now!

CENTCOM. Abort, do you copy?

MAN: Copy. Relaying order now.

E and E. Echo, echo. Go, go, go!

What the hell just happened?

How did we send a SEAL team
to the wrong address?

- We didn't.
- How did this happen?

Permission to clear the room,
Mr. President?

Go ahead.

Sir, we have a mole.

Damn it.

C YRUS: I'll get the Director of National
Intelligence over here right now.

We'll start an internal investigation.

- Hold off.
- What?

- Hold off.
- But, sir...

Are you having trouble hearing lately?

When I say stand down,
I mean stand down.

We've got a mole.
I need to think about how to proceed.

- Sir...
- I need to figure out who I can trust.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Since when do you knock?

I'm sorry.

Really? For which part?

All of it.

- Don't be, I'm fine.
- David...

I'm fine! Never been better.

Found my calling.
Molding the young minds of America.

Good night, Abby.

OLIVIA: What is that?

Wendy's flash drive.

She'd just started downloading
my Defiance files when she died.

Whoever killed her probably
didn't even know it was there.

Take a look.

Click on the one titled "Albatross."

There's over 350 pages of high-level,

classified military intelligence on there.

Nuclear missile locations, black sites,

the coordinates for
the President's wartime bunkers.

There's six of them in the country,

just in case they ever ask it
on Jeopardy.

This is a major security breach.

No civilian should have their hands
on this stuff.

I think this is your something big.

I would love to forget
about this whole thing.

I would love to forget I ever met Wendy.

I'd love to forget I ever met you.

But now, I need you.

Because I'd be really terrible at prison.

That's if I'm lucky enough
to live that long.

You're not just here for you.

I know you, David. This is about justice.

This is about dusting off the white hat

and putting it back where it belongs.

Baby's asleep.

Thought we could pick up
where we left off yesterday.

No.

No, Mellie.

- Come on, it'll be fun.
- No.

No. No. Mellie, damn it! I said no!

(GASPS)

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- JAKE: Hello.
- It's Olivia Pope.

Oh, I thought you might call.

Oh, yeah, why is that?

Because that's what
beautiful women do

when I invite them
to have dinner with me.

You're assuming I called to accept.

I'm a high-ranking intelligence officer.

They train me to read people.

Where should we go?
You got any ideas?

There's a quiet little French place
on Connecticut

everyone's raving about.

Quiet's not really my thing.

No?

I have four brothers and two sisters,

quiet, uh, freaks me out.

So, what is your thing?

Honestly?

People watching.

It's got its own category on Zagat.

So does late-night dancing, but
I'm guessing that's not in the cards.

Depends how much wine I drink.

Really? Well, then maybe we should go
to that French place.

How does 8:00 on Friday sound?

8:00 on Friday sounds perfect.

Good. Well, I will see you then,
Olivia Pope.

See you then, Captain Ballard.
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