Scandal (2012–2018): Season 2, Episode 5 - All Roads Lead to Fitz - full transcript
A governor takes the law into his own hands when his wife is raped.
What?
I'm letting you go.
Previously on Scandal...
David Rosen!
Why is Quinn Perkins'
dead ex-boyfriend,
calling one of the grant
administration's biggest donors
11 times the week
he's blown to bits?
Wake up and smell
the cover-up, Abby.
This is a conspiracy.
Who knows how high up it goes?
I hear we have
a David Rosen issue.
That we do, Livvie.
That we do.
I can't be here.
I shouldn't be here.
I am out of the White House.
The press could see me.
I am risking everything.
Everything.
We are all risking everything.
Would you rather we met
inside the White House?
Does that feel less
like a felony to you?
(Lowered voice) Secret service
is outside that door.
Please do not shout the word
"felony" in this room.
We wouldn't even be in this room
if it weren't for Hollis.
Now, now, just a minute.
We all jumped off the bridge
together. Heck, we held hands.
She means after the bridge
and the hand-holding,
when you went rogue.
You freelanced, Hollis.
You're damn right I freelanced.
There's a big old mess,
and hell if anyone else is
gonna clean it up.
Now we can sit here all night
twisting my nipples,
over something I did
to protect you ingrates,
or we can address the fact
that if David Rosen
finds the connection between
Cytron and Doyle Energy,
every one of us here
is about three goose eggs shy
of spending the rest
of their lives in prison.
Am I making myself clear?
We still have
a David Rosen problem!
Mellie: So what do we do?
Verna: What can we do?
Happy to freelance
one more time.
Do not say that in my presence
ever again.
Oh, someone's gotten ruffles
on her panties
since she entered
the White House.
Verna: Hollis, show some
respect. She's the first lady.
Hollis: - Who knows that better than me?
- I'll fix it.
What?
What's that, Livvie?
Our David Rosen problem...
I'll fix it.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
Good to see you.
How have you been?
You're not speaking to me.
I find when I've been
called in by my boss,
for the sole purpose
of being fired...
which is, by the way, rude...
it's rude to make someone
come to the office
so you can fire him.
- F.Y.I...
- David...
I find that when I am dragged
into work to be fired,
it's best to adhere
to the "if you can't say
something nice, don't say
anything at all" rule
I learned from my mother.
- David... - Do I have to clear out
my desk, or do you have my stuff
- in a nice sturdy box already?
- David, you're about to feel very bad
because I'm not firing you.
Right. Wait.
You're not?
No, I went out on a limb.
Pulled a few strings,
told the powers that be
that David Rosen is
a brilliant A.U.S.A.,
my best A.U.S.A.,
and that I need him,
and that he's ready
to come off of suspension
and make a new start,
that he's done obsessing
about the past or Olivia Pope.
Am I wrong to say that?
(Indistinct conversations)
This is a good group.
(Sugar packet rips) Yeah.
I go to a lot of groups...
A.A., N.A., D.A.
G.A. Hey, I guess if
there was a self-help A.,
I'd go to that one, too.
(Chuckles)
This one's the best, though,
'cause I really like
the people in it.
And I'd really like to spend
more time with some of them,
you know, outside the meetings,
'cause I like the people
in this group... some of them...
A lot.
Uh...
Becky, do you wanna...
go out with you sometime?
Yes.
This is my number.
I'm free tomorrow night.
Edison, what did I just say?
Tomorrow night's no good.
Because I do not want
to go out with you.
No, I don't.
I don't.
Okay, fine.
Call me later.
(Beep)
- What's she doing?
- He's gonna call back.
- How do you know? - Because Edison
Davis has serious game.
(Cell phone alert chimes)
Yes, it is later. Cute.
No. Tonight's no good either
because I'm working.
And I do not want to go out
with you. Good-bye.
Good-bye.
(Scoffs) (Beep)
Okay. No matter what we see
when we walk in that room,
no one makes a face, no one cracks
a smile, no one says a witty joke.
- She's talking about you.
- Shut up.
Huck: Okay, see,
the muddy footprints?
Husband came in right here, stopped.
This guy here? Our friendly
neighborhood rapist.
Husband sees the guy
on top of his wife.
They were on the floor?
On the counter. You can tell
by the blood splatter.
Huck: Two beautiful shots fired
through the pericardium,
right to the heart.
- One, two. Dead in seconds.
- Now what? We call the police?
Not unless we want a thousand news vans
out on the front lawn within minutes.
Liv, how do you want
to play this?
Are you ready to tell me
what happened, Governor?
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And as soon as I walked in,
I saw...
I saw... he was on top of her.
Joan saw me and started
shouting for help,
saying "stop. Please stop."
I just... I-I grabbed my gun
and I shot him...
I shot the man raping my wife.
He was our contractor.
He'd been our contractor
for over two years.
He built this house
from scratch.
You hire someone,
you let them into your home,
you think they can be trusted.
You never expect them to...
Your damn contractor.
Where'd you get the gun?
(Projector and camera shutter click)
Back cupboard. I keep hunting
rifles, a few pistols.
I'm sure you remember
from the election.
The gun-friendly democrat.
Abby, will you take
Mrs. Reston upstairs?
She could use some rest.
(Sniffles)
Her hair is wet.
She showered.
So?
So a shower makes a rape exam
negligible.
It means we have nothing.
I thought I made myself clear
on the phone.
My wife was raped an hour ago,
Ms. Pope.
I'm supposed to tell her
she can't shower the guy off?
Not to mention,
your bourbon's out.
One wet glass.
You've been drinking.
Hey, again, my wife was raped.
I shot her rapist.
I-I think that warrants
a drink.
Governor, I know this is
a terrible time for you,
and I understand
how you feel about me,
but if we're going
to work together,
if I'm going to help you here,
you follow my rules.
It's up to you.
You know what's at stake.
You've seen what I can do.
You're the best.
Don't I know it.
Get Jane Powell on the phone...
Home or cell only.
She's the new A.U.S.A.,
David Rosen's replacement.
Never been to the playground
with her before.
Let's see how well she shares.
Huck, make sure there's no trace
of us in that kitchen.
We've only been here minutes.
What did she mean,
"you've seen what I can do?"
The Governor was 10 points ahead
of president Fitzgerald
six weeks
before the national election.
Yeah, I remember.
Who do you think took
all those points away?
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
(Indistinct conversations)
(Clicking)
(Clicking)
(Clicking)
Is Mrs. Reston asleep?
She's lying down.
She took a sedative.
- Quinn, you didn't leave her with...
- I gave her one. Took the rest with me.
- Good job. - Ms. Pope, Jane Powell,
Assistant U.S. Attorney.
I understand you're working
with the Governor and his wife.
I need to question them.
Mrs. Reston is sleeping,
and the Governor's
still in shock.
So sad. I understand.
How about later today?
How about my office, noon?
Make it 1:00.
They should try to get
as much rest as possible.
It's the Governor of Maryland.
I've been told to be discreet.
That was easy.
(Front door opens and closes)
You'd be surprised
what powerful people can get
away with behind closed doors.
Olivia: We need to craft a statement.
Woman: Why is she here?
- We need her, Alison.
- Actually, we don't need her,
and after all the dirty tricks
she pulled during the election,
- we sure as hell can't trust her.
- I'm happy to go home.
Now hold on. Alison, you're
a spokesperson, not a fixer.
We need a fixer.
Olivia, you were saying?
Paper statement... brief, basic.
"We're grateful to the people
of Maryland for their support
"and ask them to respect
our privacy
as we handle
this family tragedy."
- This tragedy is an opportunity.
- Alison...
What the Governor did
was heroic. We need to set
- that narrative... - "We're grateful
to the people of Maryland
"for their support and ask them
to respect our privacy
as we handle
this family tragedy."
Basic, boilerplate,
nothing fancy, no narrative.
You do not need
to get ahead of this.
We see how this plays out
over the next 24 hours,
and then we set our agenda.
Agreed?
♪
You're the fixer.
Yes, I am.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
At which time, Governor,
you heard Mrs. Reston
cry for help, grabbed the gun
from the cupboard, and shot him.
Yes. Twice.
Mrs. Reston,
the contractor entered
through the living room
and pinned you to the counter.
Is that correct?
That's...
(Voice breaks) That's correct.
(Crying)
Well, I think I have
everything I need.
I am so sorry for the trouble.
I know this must be difficult
on top of everything else.
I'll be in touch if you have
any other questions.
Olivia: What else do we know?
Phone calls... lots of them,
long ones between.
- The Governor and the contractor.
- They got pretty heated,
according to
the contractor's secretary.
Red flag. The gun...
He bought it a week ago.
Are you sure? Because in his
statement, it says he's had it
- for 15 years.
- It's rare.
Mateba model 6,
customized wood handle.
I traced the workmanship to
a private dealer in Blacksburg.
Shipped last week,
arrived two days ago.
Ouch.
That's awful convenient.
Harrison: He was drunk.
The Governor didn't go home
after he left his office.
He stopped by a local
bar called the barrel.
Huck: Red flag number two.
Maybe he forgot he stopped.
After the trauma, he could've...
Maybe he needed liquid courage.
Okay, this is getting messy,
...support from
the people of Maryland.
The Governor is also grateful
for the freedom granted
by the constitution
in the right to bear arms,
the right to protect his family
and stop a rapist
before he could commit
further violence to his wife.
If that is not heroism,
I don't know what is.
Did she just...
Do the exact opposite of
what I told her to do? Yes.
She did.
So she put me on a pedestal.
Big whoop.
That's what I pay her for.
And when the press finds out
about the angry phone calls
to the victim?
When they find out you were
three sheets to the wind
before he was killed?
Now hold on a second...
That the gun you shot him with
was purchased
less than a week ago?
From a collector I've been
chasing for years.
I can show you
the e-mail chain.
So the multiple
angry phone calls...
Was me telling a crappy
contractor to stop gouging.
He took two months
to install bathroom tiles.
Now if you think that's
a motive for murder...
I think it's enough
to give people pause.
Pedestals fall down, Governor,
and I don't want
to see you
hanging there like a piñata.
(Chuckles)
Something you'd like to say?
Yeah, it's just ironic,
that's all...
You lecturing me on political
opportunism. (Scoffs)
You want to know the real reason
I own so many guns?
- Governor...
- Governor nothing!
You ran an attack ad
saying I was soft on crime,
when you knew damn well
it wasn't true.
You framed the narrative.
Guess what. It stuck.
Cost me the South,
and if I had to point fingers,
I'd say it probably cost me
the election.
Do you want to survive this,
Governor?
Do you want your career
to survive?
Of course I do.
Then let me do my job.
I need the president
on the phone
as soon as he can step away,
before noon,
have the team in my office,
ready to brief on east Sudan
when he calls.
- The president's in Japan.
- At the G8 conference, yeah.
No, I mean, he's in Japan.
Yeah, I know.
He's at the g8 conference.
Funny story... I'm the White House
chief of staff...
No, I'm saying, that
it's 13 hours ahead in Japan.
So people tend to tell me things
relating to the president.
I'm saying that he's sleeping
for the next seven hours,
because it's after midnight
in Japan.
- He's in Japan.
- He's in Japan.
You could've said that sooner.
You don't listen.
You just talk over me.
- I never get to finish my...
Mary, why is my husband James
in the press secretary's office?
He's a journalist.
Yes, but why is he here?
He's a journalist.
I'm saying, he is a journalist.
(Indistinct conversations)
Hi, honey. What are you doing in
the press secretary's office?
I'm a journalist.
(Chuckles)
What is happening?
I called my old boss,
and he gave me my job back,
because he cares about me
and my happiness.
I told you why
we can't adopt a baby.
And I heard you,
which is why I'm back at work.
We discussed
when we got married.
Why you continuing to work
at the White House
would be problematic.
And me without a baby is very
problematic, but funny story...
Don't "funny story" me.
Funny story...I am now the chief
White House correspondent
for the most powerful news
outlet in the nation,
and I'm childless,
so I got plenty of time
to give it my all.
(Door opens)
(Door closes)
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
Mmm.
- Hey, guess what?
- Hmm?
They offered me my job back.
That's great. (Moans)
I don't know
if I'm gonna take it.
Wait. What? Why?
The ex-Cytron guy I've been calling
for weeks, finally got back to me,
and we're meeting at the Griddle Cafe,
3:30 this afternoon.
Uh...
What?
Be happy for me.
This guy could tie Hollis Doyle
to the explosion.
He could be my missing link,
my second shooter,
my smoking gun.
Okay, but then what?
You throw your incredibly
promising legal career,
that you've worked
your entire adult life on away,
to become a professional
conspiracy theorist?
Hold conventions in the desert?
Sell "who is Quinn Perkins"
t-shirts for the rest of your life?
Why do you care what I do
with the rest of my life?
(Cell phone rings) I don't.
I'm just saying.
(Speaks indistinctly)
(Ring)
(Ring)
(Clears throat)
Stopped for coffee.
Yeah, on my way.
See ya.
The Governor's people jumped the
gun with their press conference,
but the media's seeing him as a hero,
so we need to keep that alive.
The man shot a rapist. What else
could he be but a hero?
Or an angry drunk wanted to try a
shiny new pistol on a human target.
There's many ways to tell a story.
Olivia: We need to
tell the story our way.
We've got a hero, we've got
a victim, now we just need
to finish the job...
give the press their villain.
The contractor.
We're digging up good,
old-fashioned dirt, everyone...
The more, the better.
Quinn, check out
Bill Meyer's police records.
We're looking
for any history of violence.
Harrison, Abby,
talk to the contractor's crew.
Maybe they hated their boss.
Let's move quickly, people.
We want to lock this down,
give the media
a nice, clean narrative,
- then let them do the work for us.
- We're on it.
What?
Nothing.
Go, team.
You want inside or outside?
Inside.
Sure. Makes sense.
More privacy
for when you need to sneak away
to talk to your new boyfriend.
I don't have a...
I don't know what you're...
You're getting laid.
- Harrison!
- Hey.
It's a good thing.
So it says here you arrested
Mr. Meyer for shoplifting twice?
That's good.
Oh, I-I mean, it's bad.
It means you and I are punished
because we have to pay
a higher price
for our goods and services.
Was he a violent shoplifter?
You gonna do a stacked stone
with rustic wall cap?
I was gonna lay the bed
with saginaw river rock first,
then add some keystone
and arch stone? (Whistles)
- You get all that off the Internet?
- Every single word.
So did he have a lot
of arguments with people?
What kind of question is that?
Do you have a lot of arguments
with people?
I'm about to.
Look, my boss died here,
I just lost my job.
Make yourself useful, red,
and give me those. Thanks.
[ "You Haven't Done Nothing" by Stevie Wonder ]
♪ "You haven't done nothing"! ♪
♪ It's not too cool
to be ridiculed ♪
♪ But you brought
this upon yourself ♪
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
♪ And we are sick and tired
of hearing your song ♪
♪ Telling how you are gonna
change right from wrong ♪
♪ 'Cause if you really want
to hear our views ♪
♪ "You haven't done nothing"! ♪
Quinn: He stole for no reason,
like, erasers and lightbulbs
and stuff.
He was a serial shoplifter.
Okay, I know it's not much,
but I'm still digging.
Got some dirt to add
to the pile?
No dirt, just hair.
Unless Mr. Long Hair
was raping her
all over the house,
they were screwing, Liv,
in the shower, the hot tub,
the laundry room.
They even used the bed
once in a while.
It's a major renovation, Abby.
It's his job to be everywhere.
(Scoffs) You ask
Lonnie the stonemason,
his boss had a long history of
going the extra mile in his jobs
to make the wives happy.
He was screwing them
left and right.
You were having an affair.
What? Your husband burst in
on you and you panicked,
and you cried rape,
and then you watched as he
shot and killed Bill Meyer.
You were having an affair, Joan,
and that's how you tried to hide it.
You tell me that isn't true.
Honey?
(Exhales deeply) Joan?
You faked that
he was attacking you?
(Crying) - I panicked in the moment.
- You lied.
- You cried rape.
- I am so sorry.
For what? The affair?
For getting caught?
For making me a killer?
You're gonna have to be
more specific.
I shot that man!
(Sobbing)
Governor, did you know
your wife was having an affair?
Does it look like I did?
I need to know whether
even in the back of your mind,
you went home that night
expecting to catch them
and intending to shoot
your wife's lover.
No, Ms. Pope,
I did not know my wife,
whom I trusted and loved,
was screwing around
with the contractor,
who was soaking me
for every penny I had.
Yeah, I always wondered
why we needed the guest house,
and the barn
and the damned pagoda.
You didn't want your boyfriend
to leave
once the house was finished.
Oh, the laughs you two
must've had at my expense!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
(Crying)
David:
Thanks for taking my call.
Now before I tell you anything,
I need to make sure,
that if Doyle energy goes down,
or should I say, when they
go down, I get immunity.
I can't take the fall
for something this big.
That depends.
What do you know?
I knew about the firewall,
the breach, the explosion,
all of it.
So Cytron...
Hollis Doyle's company
was behind that explosion
and the seven people who died,
right?
Huh? No. No, no.
That explosion was
the worst thing that ever
happened to that company.
What?
I thought you were legit, man.
Hollis Doyle found out he had
a massive security breach
in his firewall.
I'm talking anyone who wanted to
could get in there...
16-year-old baby hackers,
anyone.
So he hired Cytron to fix it,
but Cytron only gets halfway
through before they go boom.
So then Doyle says,
"okay. Cut our losses."
The breach is half-fixed,
and we don't wanna tell
a whole other company
we're just sitting there,
waiting to get hacked.
S-so they're...
Sitting ducks, man.
They knew I wasn't gonna
keep my mouth shut
about something like that.
So they fired me.
Oh, I thought...
Forget it.
Doesn't matter what I thought.
But we still have our deal,
right?
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
(Gasps) I thought I told you
not to sneak up on me like that.
It's creepy, man.
Sorry.
Where do you take women?
You asking me where I put
the lotion on their skin.
- Unless they get the hose again or...
- On dates.
- You have a date?
- Yes.
- You?
- Yes.
(Laughs)
Hey. Look,
just take her to do something
you like to do.
Oh, she won't like anything
I like to do.
Just take her to La Table d'Or.
Women like nice restaurants.
It's a universal truth.
Oh. Will I need a reservation?
It's tomorrow.
That's too late
for reservations.
Dude, you've hacked
into the N.S.A.'s mainframe,
you don't think you can make
yourself a dinner reservation?
Good point.
And the president's tri-lat
with Japan and South Korea
at this week's G8 summit
also yielded progress
on the ongoing
trade negotiations,
in addition to questions
of security in the region.
(Reporters speaking at once)
Yes. You.
Has the president
heard the news
about the shooting
at Governor Reston's house?
I don't know. I'll have to
take that question. Carol?
Uh, Cyrus, you...
Excuse me. Sorry. Sorry, Carol.
Um, just a follow-up, quick.
How often does the president...
Sorry.
We don't do follow-ups here.
But you didn't answer
my first question,
so technically,
not a follow-up.
The rules have changed somewhat
since your previous tenure,
but I'm happy to catch you up.
(Laughter)
One question per reporter
and no follow-ups. Carol.
- Thank you. - Excuse me.
It's just that I didn't get a question.
Because you took it...
Whatever that means.
So I'm not asking
for two questions.
I'm not asking
for a follow-up question.
I'm just asking
for one question,
'cause that is the rule, right?
You had a question.
I took the question,
which means I will take it
back with me to work
and bring you back an answer
in due time.
- Will that satisfy you?
- That depends.
Exactly how long is "due time"?
That's another question.
Carol?
Thank you, Cyrus.
Now going back
to the tri-lateral
with South Korea and Japan,
you said that President Grant
yielded progress
on the ongoing negotiations...
I sent your wife home
to get some rest.
I suggest you do the same.
Home? You think
I can go there ever again?
The house her lover built?
No. I think I'll be
sleeping full-time
at the Governor's mansion
from now on.
(Scoffs)
It's funny, you'd think I'd
have known, had some inkling.
I hate to say it,
but from a legal standpoint,
it's lucky that you didn't.
So what are we looking at?
We could break the news
ourselves, tell the truth.
We stress that even though
it wasn't rape,
you believed it was rape,
and as such, you're entitled
to the same protections.
And my wife?
Your wife will likely
go to prison.
She cried rape and caused you
to kill an innocent man.
What if we don't
break the news?
Well, the police don't know
it was an affair. Only we do.
However... and this is
a big however...
If the police do find out
it wasn't rape,
if they catch even a whiff,
that we were sitting
on that information,
then the likelihood of them
showing any leniency
toward you and your wife
is slim to nil.
See if there's a paper trail...
Anything the police might find
that proves they were
having an affair.
And if there isn't?
The world thinks I'm a hero,
Liv.
Why disappoint them?
(Door opens)
(Cell phone rings)
(Door closes) Verna.
When was this?
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
(Indistinct conversations)
How are we doing?
Well, they made me put on
a hospital gown.
I don't care how they wash 'em.
They're still clothes
someone else has worn before.
I mean, think about it...
They wash a bloody hospital gown,
call 'em clean because
the stain's no longer visible,
and we just put 'em on.
I probably got Ebola
on top of the cancer now.
But you're feeling fine?
Oh, I was in some pain.
They shot something
up my spine.
But I'm fine.
How's it going?
Did you do what I asked?
I had to go through
some people,
call in some favors,
but Wexler offered David
his job back
getting David to take his job
back, however...
I can handle that.
I have a guy.
Oh, good.
Maybe he'll go back to work
and drop this. One hopes.
One hopes.
(Sighs) Yeah.
Hollis doled out
hopes and dreams
like he was Santa Claus
on Christmas morning.
I got a seat
on the Supreme Court.
Cyrus runs the country.
Mellie got to be...
Mellie.
And you?
I'm not sure what you got.
But here we are.
Oh, crap.
I can't bend over to put
my damned shoes on.
Hmm.
Stuff like this,
like what we did...
It never really goes away,
does it?
It's just one big, bloody
hospital gown.
I prefer to think
that anything can be fixed.
Then you're a fool.
Jane Powell will be here
shortly to get you
and your husband's signatures
on your printed statements.
Before she gets here, however,
I wanted to ask you, is there
anything I should know about?
Anything you kept?
E-mails, voice mails,
cards, anything at all
that would prove
or even suggest
you were having an affair?
Not that I can think of.
Oh.
So my husband's trying
to keep the affair quiet then?
I think he's just trying to keep
all of the options open,
mainly, I presume,
to keep you out of jail.
You'll let me know
if you remember anything?
Of course.
He's a different man,
you know...
Different from the man
who ran in that election.
That man was hopeful,
affectionate.
He had dreams,
not only for our family,
but for families
across the nation.
And then one Tuesday night
in November, it all went away.
The headline in "The Sun"
the next morning
wasn't even a headline.
It was a number.
4,359.
That's how many votes
we lost the presidency by.
One county in Ohio
changed our lives.
4,359.
And not a day goes by
when he doesn't bring it up.
That's our lives now.
4,359.
Every... single... day.
I miss my husband, Olivia,
and if there were anything
I could do to bring him back,
I-I would, in a second.
But that would take
4,359 votes,
and that's something
I don't have.
Mellie: Well, it's fine for him
to be out of the country now,
but in a month, I am having him
grounded until after the birth.
He has to be within
helicopter distance.
- But do not quote me on that.
- Well, I'll trade you that
for a good quote
on your feelings
about the growing unrest
in east Sudan.
James. (Laughs)
Worth a try, right?
(Laughs) Cyrus, you didn't
tell me James was working
at the White House again.
Can I speak to you for
a moment, ma'am?
Of course. James, we have to do
that dinner in the residence,
just the four of us.
I can show you the nursery.
- Oh, I look forward to it.
- (Laughs)
He's quite a catch.
I do not want you speaking to
journalists while Fitz is away.
He's your husband.
He's a journalist. Inside this
building, he's a journalist,
and you know it.
And you know how I know it?
Because you are
a terrifying political animal
who would eat off her own foot
if it meant you could get
ahead... a trait I respect.
But the president is
at the G8 in Tokyo,
and what is the rule
when the president is
out of the country?
Oh.
All roads...
All roads lead to Fitz.
All roads lead to Fitz,
which means everything has to be
about him, not you.
You are not to make
a single news story right now.
Nothing. Don't start a recycling
plan in the east wing.
Don't comment on poverty
or education or even puppies.
If your water breaks, change
your pants and cross your knees,
because any news about you
draws attention away
from the leader
of the free world,
and his great big
G8 conference,
and if people aren't paying
attention to the g8 conference,
the president's whole trip
starts to look like a massive
waste of taxpayer dollars.
So let's stay away
from reporters.
Sit on the bench
for the good of the team. Okay?
Hollis is
a disgusting human being,
but against my better judgment,
I attended that meeting.
That's about all the team
you're gonna get out of me.
You wanted a seat at the table.
That's the table.
Tables and teams.
So many metaphors.
What it all means is that we...
And by "we," I mean all of us...
are at risk.
But like you said, I am
a terrifying political animal,
so I want to be clear.
I will not attend any more
of those meetings again.
If this ever comes up,
I will deny, deny, deny,
and if anyone ever asks me
about defiance...
Okay, first of all,
you will attend
whatever meetings
you need to attend.
They are not optional...
Not for me, not for you,
not for anyone else.
Two... if this ever comes up,
you won't have time to deny.
Because it means we are already
going down in flames.
Three... you may be an animal,
but I am a monster...
And I am much more terrifying
than you can ever imagine.
And while I respect
your position as first lady,
I will do whatever is necessary
to make sure things
go accordingly.
So, Mellie?
Do not ever
speak the word "defiance"
in my presence again.
I'll have my office
call your office
to schedule that dinner for
the four of us in the residence.
Sounds like fun.
(Sighs)
"Yo Chris, you need
to get in on this action.
"You haven't lived life until
you've banged a Governor's wife
on Macassar ebony flooring."
There are others that go
into much more explicit detail.
Get the Restons
to come in here.
We need to prepare them
in case this comes out.
I'm on it.
Ms. Perkins, how have you been?
Good. You know, still alive.
David, I thought
you were on leave.
Nope. I'm back. Yay, me.
You're my first port of call,
as luck would
or wouldn't have it.
Ms. Whelan.
So the rape case
Jane Powell was working on...
Is now a homicide investigation
being handled by me.
A signed affidavit from
one of Mr. Meyer's friends,
testifying
that the so-called rapist
was, in fact, having
an affair with Ms. Reston,
and had been
for several months.
Though I assume from the e-mails
you've been reading
that this is not news to you.
Where are they?
(Door opens)
The A.U.S.A. is here.
He knows about the affair.
He wants to press charges
against you, Governor.
- For what? Defending my wife?
- Murder.
What do we do now?
Unfortunately,
he has to arrest you,
but we'll make sure
there's no perp walk.
We'll walk you in
through the back,
declare your innocence
on the front steps.
It'll be tough,
but I can get you through this.
- No.
- Joan.
No.
I'll tell them what happened.
What happened is
that I shot a man
- who I thought was raping my wife.
- They'll never believe you.
They'll think you knew
about the affair
and killed him on purpose,
but if I tell them that I lied
about the rape...
I can't let you go to jail.
And I can't stand to see you
suffer any longer.
I have watched you live in pain
every day since that election,
and I couldn't do anything
about it, so I just gave up...
On you... and on us.
I wasn't strong enough
to tell you I was unhappy,
and when you walked
into that room,
I got scared, and a man died.
That's what happened.
I can't get you those votes
back.
But this?
This I can fix.
Harrison will be there for
the processing, Mrs. Reston.
Then you'll be brought
before a judge
where he'll formalize the deal.
Okay?
You don't have to do this.
I do.
All set, Mrs. Reston?
Woman: (On TV)...Wife's lover.
Two men ruined by... I'm sorry...
A horrible woman.
Horrible.
A modern-day lady MacBeth.
I don't think I have ever...
What are you doing here?
I was just headed downtown
for some dinner.
I thought I'd drop by.
Man: (On TV)..Unfortunate tragedy.
And for Mrs. Reston to...
- (Mutes TV)
- Another win for Olivia Pope.
We should celebrate.
I can't.
I can stop dropping by.
I can stop calling.
I can stop asking.
But you never tell me to stop.
Edison?
Yes?
I don't want you to stop.
I want you to keep asking.
But I'm not ready to say yes.
Will you tell me
when you're ready?
I will.
I promise.
(Sighs)
(Sighs)
(Laughs) I'm telling you,
it wasn't obvious.
Really?
Because I felt like I had
"I'm having sexual intercourse
with Abby Whelan"
written on my forehead.
So the fact that you got
your job back...
does that mean your meeting
at the griddle yesterday...
Total dead-end. I'm not saying
there's nothing there,
but it's not
what I thought it was.
If dropping this thing's
the only way to get my job back,
- maybe it's worth dropping.
Harrison: Abby!
I'll call you back.
(Beep)
Please don't.
- You need a woman's opinion.
- What?
Huck's got a date tonight
at La Table d'Or.
Really? Well, that's great.
- Quinn: What's great?
- No. Please.
Abby: Huck has a date.
You have a date? That's amazing.
You're picking her up, right?
What about this tie?
Uh, no. Let's see. It's great
if you know about wine
and can order her a glass
of something really special.
Is that her number?
- Maybe.
- Charming. But please tell me
that's not the only place
you wrote it down.
(Scoffs) Read me the number.
Ugh.
Quinn: 2-0-2-5-5-5...
0-1-8-6. Yeah. Ordering wine
is key to a good date,
and when a guy orders for you,
it's kinda hot. (Snaps fingers)
- What about this one?
- Mm.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
The ex-Cytron guy I've been calling
for weeks finally got back to me.
We're meeting at the Griddle Cafe,
3:30 this afternoon.
Douglas Fairbanks-style.
Oh, this is gonna look
really nice.
- Okay, what do you think, Abby?
- Yeah. Nice.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
(Indistinct conversations)
You really want to go back to work?
(Groans)
You don't want to,
I don't know, write a book.
Or teach a class instead?
- Cy...
- Because I'm a traditional man,
and if you wanted
to stay at home.
- And let me be the breadwinner...
- I want to go back to work.
I could revoke your press pass.
And I could write
an excellent story about it.
Okay, James, honey,
this makes you the enemy.
We'll be enemies all day,
and then we'll have to forget
about it every night.
You understand that?
Is that what you want?
Reporters are the enemy?
- I didn't mean...
- You did.
You must be hiding
some very dirty laundry.
I can't wait to find out what.
- James.
- Cyrus.
If I gave you a baby,
you'd quit?
- Give me a baby and find out.
- That's a no.
I am good at my job, Cy,
as good as you are at yours.
You want to have a baby with me
because you want to have
a child together? Great.
But if you want to give me
a baby to metaphorically
keep me barefoot and pregnant
and out of your hair?
You have never
really seen me angry.
I'm going out.
Don't wait up.
I am working late.
You don't wait up.
Funny story.
Hilarious story. Damn it.
(Indistinct conversations)
Waiter: Enjoy.
If they're gonna make you
wear their jacket,
they should've at least
used a lint brush.
Did you have a chance to peruse
the wine list, monsieur?
I'd like a ginger ale.
And the lady will also have
a glass of ginger ale.
Very good, monsieur.
Hmm.
What's "bouillabaisse"?
Stick to the script this time,
Governor.
When they ask about your wife,
talk about her remorse.
They'll want you to trash her.
It makes good copy,
but it's better for you.
If you implore the public
to forgive her.
Governor,
they're ready for you.
I'll be right there.
Can't thank you enough, Olivia.
I've spent the last two years
blaming you
for the fact that it's that
matinee idol in the White House,
not me.
Guess I'd rather feel cheated
than feel like a failure.
Alison: Governor?
See you on the other side.
(Reporters shouting at once,
camera shutters clicking)
(Cell phone rings)
(Ring)
Governor Reston: Thank you
to the people of Maryland...
Yes, Harrison. Tell her we're
not taking exclusives on this.
Actually, give me her number.
I'll call her myself.
Hold on a second.
Let me grab a piece of paper.
Liv, you still there?
Liv?
Liv?
Governor Reston: Rather than
pointing fingers today,
I ask instead
that you show forgiveness,
forgiveness to my wife Joan,
for her hurried lack
of judgment.
I think that went well.
It did,
especially in light of these.
4,359 votes...
That's how much you beat me by.
4,359 votes that turned me
into a loser...
A loser whose whole life
had been for nothing.
So...
two nights ago,
I was going to end that life.
I was gonna shoot myself.
Bill first...
so she could see it,
then her, then me.
But she cried rape.
She cried rape.
Rape... such a...
gorgeous word.
Rape. Yeah,
I'm a supporter of women,
but let me tell you, she yelled
"rape," and I thought,
"you have a second chance."
A second chance.
And now my approval ratings
are through the roof.
I can run for any office
in the land,
and those 4,359 votes
don't mean a damn thing,
and I just can't help
but thinking,
what a wonderful gift
my cheating wife gave me.
You're confessing to murder.
We have
attorney/client privilege.
I still have ways to make
your life very difficult.
You'd have as much clout
in this town as a senate page.
If someone as high-profile as me
goes to prison.
God, it's amazing
what this feels like.
What?
Winning.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
(Doorbell rings)
I'm mad at my husband
and I need a drink and dinner.
Dinner is popcorn.
But lucky for you,
I just opened a Bordeaux
that'll bring tears
to your eyes.
(Sighs)
How are you?
Good. Good.
Liv...
that meeting with Hollis...
Let's not talk about that.
Drink.
Why'd you break out
the good stuff?
Governor Reston...
Bill Meyer was his wife's lover,
and he knew it.
She cried rape,
which saved her life.
But the contractor? Totally, completely
premeditated murder. (Sets down bottle)
But he's a client.
And let's face it,
we owe him one.
We owe him more than one.
Not to mention, that'd be
a hell of a headline-puller
from negotiations at the G8.
All roads lead to Fitz.
(Chuckles)
All roads lead to Fitz.
(Sighs)
It's been ages since
I've been here. I've missed you.
Missed you, too.
So why are you mad
at your husband?
James is working at
the White House press corps
to punish me.
So? You separate your work life
and your personal life.
Really?
How's that working for you?
Fine.
I hear...
you're keeping company
with Edison Davis again.
He wants to.
I'm thinking about it.
What's the holdup?
(Sets down glass)
All roads lead to Fitz.
All roads lead to Fitz.
(Exhales deeply)
I don't like it
when the bad guys get away.
(Chuckles)
Then you shouldn't have come
to Washington.
Hmm.
Huck: Sundays is pasta,
and mondays is sandwiches.
But tonight... tonight's
my favorite night.
They eat pizza
and they play games.
That's the best part.
It's game night.
She's Carol, 34,
not a natural blonde,
but that's okay.
She teaches math
at the junior high.
And he's Billy.
He sells sporting goods,
which is an actual thing...
Sporting goods.
(Chuckles) And the little
girls are Lucy. She's 8.
And Sarah Beth... she's 10.
Sarah Beth has sleepovers
on Fridays
with Janie,
who lives down there,
and Katie,
who lives right there.
And on Sundays,
the grandparents come over.
So what about you?
What do you like to do?
So that's your solution then?
Verna gets Rosen's boss
to give him his job back?
On the condition
that he stops pursuing
his foolish conspiracy theories.
And if he keeps looking
for a connection
between Doyle Energy
and Cytron...
- Then we give him a connection.
- The wrong connection.
Personally, I find these
humane mousetraps ineffective.
Better to lay down some glue
when you hear the critter
scream,
take a shovel to its head.
But if y'all feel differently...
- We do.
- Then you have my vote.
But just so we're clear,
if this plan fails,
David Rosen decides
he's not gonna drop it,
then I reserve the right
to be a little more...
How should I put it?
Thorough.
Agreed?
Agreement's just for show, y'all.
You can go.
Class dismissed.
Abby.
The guy you met with
at the Griddle Cafe yesterday...
He was a plant.
He just was. Trust me.
So I did a little digging,
and it turns out that Cytron...
they weren't just
an Internet security company.
They also developed software,
some of which had
various applications,
like this one program
that Quinn's boyfriend
was working on...
Officially it was used
as slot machines.
And unofficially?
Voting machines.
I know you just got
your job back, David,
and I wasn't gonna
say anything, I swear.
No, you did the right thing.
Come here.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
Abby: I know you just got
your job back, David,
and I wasn't gonna
say anything, I swear.
David: No, you did the right thing.
Come here.
And so on and so forth.
You want me to notify
the others?
No.
This one I handle alone.
(Projector and camera shutter
clicking)
I'm letting you go.
Previously on Scandal...
David Rosen!
Why is Quinn Perkins'
dead ex-boyfriend,
calling one of the grant
administration's biggest donors
11 times the week
he's blown to bits?
Wake up and smell
the cover-up, Abby.
This is a conspiracy.
Who knows how high up it goes?
I hear we have
a David Rosen issue.
That we do, Livvie.
That we do.
I can't be here.
I shouldn't be here.
I am out of the White House.
The press could see me.
I am risking everything.
Everything.
We are all risking everything.
Would you rather we met
inside the White House?
Does that feel less
like a felony to you?
(Lowered voice) Secret service
is outside that door.
Please do not shout the word
"felony" in this room.
We wouldn't even be in this room
if it weren't for Hollis.
Now, now, just a minute.
We all jumped off the bridge
together. Heck, we held hands.
She means after the bridge
and the hand-holding,
when you went rogue.
You freelanced, Hollis.
You're damn right I freelanced.
There's a big old mess,
and hell if anyone else is
gonna clean it up.
Now we can sit here all night
twisting my nipples,
over something I did
to protect you ingrates,
or we can address the fact
that if David Rosen
finds the connection between
Cytron and Doyle Energy,
every one of us here
is about three goose eggs shy
of spending the rest
of their lives in prison.
Am I making myself clear?
We still have
a David Rosen problem!
Mellie: So what do we do?
Verna: What can we do?
Happy to freelance
one more time.
Do not say that in my presence
ever again.
Oh, someone's gotten ruffles
on her panties
since she entered
the White House.
Verna: Hollis, show some
respect. She's the first lady.
Hollis: - Who knows that better than me?
- I'll fix it.
What?
What's that, Livvie?
Our David Rosen problem...
I'll fix it.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
Good to see you.
How have you been?
You're not speaking to me.
I find when I've been
called in by my boss,
for the sole purpose
of being fired...
which is, by the way, rude...
it's rude to make someone
come to the office
so you can fire him.
- F.Y.I...
- David...
I find that when I am dragged
into work to be fired,
it's best to adhere
to the "if you can't say
something nice, don't say
anything at all" rule
I learned from my mother.
- David... - Do I have to clear out
my desk, or do you have my stuff
- in a nice sturdy box already?
- David, you're about to feel very bad
because I'm not firing you.
Right. Wait.
You're not?
No, I went out on a limb.
Pulled a few strings,
told the powers that be
that David Rosen is
a brilliant A.U.S.A.,
my best A.U.S.A.,
and that I need him,
and that he's ready
to come off of suspension
and make a new start,
that he's done obsessing
about the past or Olivia Pope.
Am I wrong to say that?
(Indistinct conversations)
This is a good group.
(Sugar packet rips) Yeah.
I go to a lot of groups...
A.A., N.A., D.A.
G.A. Hey, I guess if
there was a self-help A.,
I'd go to that one, too.
(Chuckles)
This one's the best, though,
'cause I really like
the people in it.
And I'd really like to spend
more time with some of them,
you know, outside the meetings,
'cause I like the people
in this group... some of them...
A lot.
Uh...
Becky, do you wanna...
go out with you sometime?
Yes.
This is my number.
I'm free tomorrow night.
Edison, what did I just say?
Tomorrow night's no good.
Because I do not want
to go out with you.
No, I don't.
I don't.
Okay, fine.
Call me later.
(Beep)
- What's she doing?
- He's gonna call back.
- How do you know? - Because Edison
Davis has serious game.
(Cell phone alert chimes)
Yes, it is later. Cute.
No. Tonight's no good either
because I'm working.
And I do not want to go out
with you. Good-bye.
Good-bye.
(Scoffs) (Beep)
Okay. No matter what we see
when we walk in that room,
no one makes a face, no one cracks
a smile, no one says a witty joke.
- She's talking about you.
- Shut up.
Huck: Okay, see,
the muddy footprints?
Husband came in right here, stopped.
This guy here? Our friendly
neighborhood rapist.
Husband sees the guy
on top of his wife.
They were on the floor?
On the counter. You can tell
by the blood splatter.
Huck: Two beautiful shots fired
through the pericardium,
right to the heart.
- One, two. Dead in seconds.
- Now what? We call the police?
Not unless we want a thousand news vans
out on the front lawn within minutes.
Liv, how do you want
to play this?
Are you ready to tell me
what happened, Governor?
2x05
All Roads Lead to Fitz
And as soon as I walked in,
I saw...
I saw... he was on top of her.
Joan saw me and started
shouting for help,
saying "stop. Please stop."
I just... I-I grabbed my gun
and I shot him...
I shot the man raping my wife.
He was our contractor.
He'd been our contractor
for over two years.
He built this house
from scratch.
You hire someone,
you let them into your home,
you think they can be trusted.
You never expect them to...
Your damn contractor.
Where'd you get the gun?
(Projector and camera shutter click)
Back cupboard. I keep hunting
rifles, a few pistols.
I'm sure you remember
from the election.
The gun-friendly democrat.
Abby, will you take
Mrs. Reston upstairs?
She could use some rest.
(Sniffles)
Her hair is wet.
She showered.
So?
So a shower makes a rape exam
negligible.
It means we have nothing.
I thought I made myself clear
on the phone.
My wife was raped an hour ago,
Ms. Pope.
I'm supposed to tell her
she can't shower the guy off?
Not to mention,
your bourbon's out.
One wet glass.
You've been drinking.
Hey, again, my wife was raped.
I shot her rapist.
I-I think that warrants
a drink.
Governor, I know this is
a terrible time for you,
and I understand
how you feel about me,
but if we're going
to work together,
if I'm going to help you here,
you follow my rules.
It's up to you.
You know what's at stake.
You've seen what I can do.
You're the best.
Don't I know it.
Get Jane Powell on the phone...
Home or cell only.
She's the new A.U.S.A.,
David Rosen's replacement.
Never been to the playground
with her before.
Let's see how well she shares.
Huck, make sure there's no trace
of us in that kitchen.
We've only been here minutes.
What did she mean,
"you've seen what I can do?"
The Governor was 10 points ahead
of president Fitzgerald
six weeks
before the national election.
Yeah, I remember.
Who do you think took
all those points away?
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
(Indistinct conversations)
(Clicking)
(Clicking)
(Clicking)
Is Mrs. Reston asleep?
She's lying down.
She took a sedative.
- Quinn, you didn't leave her with...
- I gave her one. Took the rest with me.
- Good job. - Ms. Pope, Jane Powell,
Assistant U.S. Attorney.
I understand you're working
with the Governor and his wife.
I need to question them.
Mrs. Reston is sleeping,
and the Governor's
still in shock.
So sad. I understand.
How about later today?
How about my office, noon?
Make it 1:00.
They should try to get
as much rest as possible.
It's the Governor of Maryland.
I've been told to be discreet.
That was easy.
(Front door opens and closes)
You'd be surprised
what powerful people can get
away with behind closed doors.
Olivia: We need to craft a statement.
Woman: Why is she here?
- We need her, Alison.
- Actually, we don't need her,
and after all the dirty tricks
she pulled during the election,
- we sure as hell can't trust her.
- I'm happy to go home.
Now hold on. Alison, you're
a spokesperson, not a fixer.
We need a fixer.
Olivia, you were saying?
Paper statement... brief, basic.
"We're grateful to the people
of Maryland for their support
"and ask them to respect
our privacy
as we handle
this family tragedy."
- This tragedy is an opportunity.
- Alison...
What the Governor did
was heroic. We need to set
- that narrative... - "We're grateful
to the people of Maryland
"for their support and ask them
to respect our privacy
as we handle
this family tragedy."
Basic, boilerplate,
nothing fancy, no narrative.
You do not need
to get ahead of this.
We see how this plays out
over the next 24 hours,
and then we set our agenda.
Agreed?
♪
You're the fixer.
Yes, I am.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
At which time, Governor,
you heard Mrs. Reston
cry for help, grabbed the gun
from the cupboard, and shot him.
Yes. Twice.
Mrs. Reston,
the contractor entered
through the living room
and pinned you to the counter.
Is that correct?
That's...
(Voice breaks) That's correct.
(Crying)
Well, I think I have
everything I need.
I am so sorry for the trouble.
I know this must be difficult
on top of everything else.
I'll be in touch if you have
any other questions.
Olivia: What else do we know?
Phone calls... lots of them,
long ones between.
- The Governor and the contractor.
- They got pretty heated,
according to
the contractor's secretary.
Red flag. The gun...
He bought it a week ago.
Are you sure? Because in his
statement, it says he's had it
- for 15 years.
- It's rare.
Mateba model 6,
customized wood handle.
I traced the workmanship to
a private dealer in Blacksburg.
Shipped last week,
arrived two days ago.
Ouch.
That's awful convenient.
Harrison: He was drunk.
The Governor didn't go home
after he left his office.
He stopped by a local
bar called the barrel.
Huck: Red flag number two.
Maybe he forgot he stopped.
After the trauma, he could've...
Maybe he needed liquid courage.
Okay, this is getting messy,
...support from
the people of Maryland.
The Governor is also grateful
for the freedom granted
by the constitution
in the right to bear arms,
the right to protect his family
and stop a rapist
before he could commit
further violence to his wife.
If that is not heroism,
I don't know what is.
Did she just...
Do the exact opposite of
what I told her to do? Yes.
She did.
So she put me on a pedestal.
Big whoop.
That's what I pay her for.
And when the press finds out
about the angry phone calls
to the victim?
When they find out you were
three sheets to the wind
before he was killed?
Now hold on a second...
That the gun you shot him with
was purchased
less than a week ago?
From a collector I've been
chasing for years.
I can show you
the e-mail chain.
So the multiple
angry phone calls...
Was me telling a crappy
contractor to stop gouging.
He took two months
to install bathroom tiles.
Now if you think that's
a motive for murder...
I think it's enough
to give people pause.
Pedestals fall down, Governor,
and I don't want
to see you
hanging there like a piñata.
(Chuckles)
Something you'd like to say?
Yeah, it's just ironic,
that's all...
You lecturing me on political
opportunism. (Scoffs)
You want to know the real reason
I own so many guns?
- Governor...
- Governor nothing!
You ran an attack ad
saying I was soft on crime,
when you knew damn well
it wasn't true.
You framed the narrative.
Guess what. It stuck.
Cost me the South,
and if I had to point fingers,
I'd say it probably cost me
the election.
Do you want to survive this,
Governor?
Do you want your career
to survive?
Of course I do.
Then let me do my job.
I need the president
on the phone
as soon as he can step away,
before noon,
have the team in my office,
ready to brief on east Sudan
when he calls.
- The president's in Japan.
- At the G8 conference, yeah.
No, I mean, he's in Japan.
Yeah, I know.
He's at the g8 conference.
Funny story... I'm the White House
chief of staff...
No, I'm saying, that
it's 13 hours ahead in Japan.
So people tend to tell me things
relating to the president.
I'm saying that he's sleeping
for the next seven hours,
because it's after midnight
in Japan.
- He's in Japan.
- He's in Japan.
You could've said that sooner.
You don't listen.
You just talk over me.
- I never get to finish my...
Mary, why is my husband James
in the press secretary's office?
He's a journalist.
Yes, but why is he here?
He's a journalist.
I'm saying, he is a journalist.
(Indistinct conversations)
Hi, honey. What are you doing in
the press secretary's office?
I'm a journalist.
(Chuckles)
What is happening?
I called my old boss,
and he gave me my job back,
because he cares about me
and my happiness.
I told you why
we can't adopt a baby.
And I heard you,
which is why I'm back at work.
We discussed
when we got married.
Why you continuing to work
at the White House
would be problematic.
And me without a baby is very
problematic, but funny story...
Don't "funny story" me.
Funny story...I am now the chief
White House correspondent
for the most powerful news
outlet in the nation,
and I'm childless,
so I got plenty of time
to give it my all.
(Door opens)
(Door closes)
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
Mmm.
- Hey, guess what?
- Hmm?
They offered me my job back.
That's great. (Moans)
I don't know
if I'm gonna take it.
Wait. What? Why?
The ex-Cytron guy I've been calling
for weeks, finally got back to me,
and we're meeting at the Griddle Cafe,
3:30 this afternoon.
Uh...
What?
Be happy for me.
This guy could tie Hollis Doyle
to the explosion.
He could be my missing link,
my second shooter,
my smoking gun.
Okay, but then what?
You throw your incredibly
promising legal career,
that you've worked
your entire adult life on away,
to become a professional
conspiracy theorist?
Hold conventions in the desert?
Sell "who is Quinn Perkins"
t-shirts for the rest of your life?
Why do you care what I do
with the rest of my life?
(Cell phone rings) I don't.
I'm just saying.
(Speaks indistinctly)
(Ring)
(Ring)
(Clears throat)
Stopped for coffee.
Yeah, on my way.
See ya.
The Governor's people jumped the
gun with their press conference,
but the media's seeing him as a hero,
so we need to keep that alive.
The man shot a rapist. What else
could he be but a hero?
Or an angry drunk wanted to try a
shiny new pistol on a human target.
There's many ways to tell a story.
Olivia: We need to
tell the story our way.
We've got a hero, we've got
a victim, now we just need
to finish the job...
give the press their villain.
The contractor.
We're digging up good,
old-fashioned dirt, everyone...
The more, the better.
Quinn, check out
Bill Meyer's police records.
We're looking
for any history of violence.
Harrison, Abby,
talk to the contractor's crew.
Maybe they hated their boss.
Let's move quickly, people.
We want to lock this down,
give the media
a nice, clean narrative,
- then let them do the work for us.
- We're on it.
What?
Nothing.
Go, team.
You want inside or outside?
Inside.
Sure. Makes sense.
More privacy
for when you need to sneak away
to talk to your new boyfriend.
I don't have a...
I don't know what you're...
You're getting laid.
- Harrison!
- Hey.
It's a good thing.
So it says here you arrested
Mr. Meyer for shoplifting twice?
That's good.
Oh, I-I mean, it's bad.
It means you and I are punished
because we have to pay
a higher price
for our goods and services.
Was he a violent shoplifter?
You gonna do a stacked stone
with rustic wall cap?
I was gonna lay the bed
with saginaw river rock first,
then add some keystone
and arch stone? (Whistles)
- You get all that off the Internet?
- Every single word.
So did he have a lot
of arguments with people?
What kind of question is that?
Do you have a lot of arguments
with people?
I'm about to.
Look, my boss died here,
I just lost my job.
Make yourself useful, red,
and give me those. Thanks.
[ "You Haven't Done Nothing" by Stevie Wonder ]
♪ "You haven't done nothing"! ♪
♪ It's not too cool
to be ridiculed ♪
♪ But you brought
this upon yourself ♪
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
♪ And we are sick and tired
of hearing your song ♪
♪ Telling how you are gonna
change right from wrong ♪
♪ 'Cause if you really want
to hear our views ♪
♪ "You haven't done nothing"! ♪
Quinn: He stole for no reason,
like, erasers and lightbulbs
and stuff.
He was a serial shoplifter.
Okay, I know it's not much,
but I'm still digging.
Got some dirt to add
to the pile?
No dirt, just hair.
Unless Mr. Long Hair
was raping her
all over the house,
they were screwing, Liv,
in the shower, the hot tub,
the laundry room.
They even used the bed
once in a while.
It's a major renovation, Abby.
It's his job to be everywhere.
(Scoffs) You ask
Lonnie the stonemason,
his boss had a long history of
going the extra mile in his jobs
to make the wives happy.
He was screwing them
left and right.
You were having an affair.
What? Your husband burst in
on you and you panicked,
and you cried rape,
and then you watched as he
shot and killed Bill Meyer.
You were having an affair, Joan,
and that's how you tried to hide it.
You tell me that isn't true.
Honey?
(Exhales deeply) Joan?
You faked that
he was attacking you?
(Crying) - I panicked in the moment.
- You lied.
- You cried rape.
- I am so sorry.
For what? The affair?
For getting caught?
For making me a killer?
You're gonna have to be
more specific.
I shot that man!
(Sobbing)
Governor, did you know
your wife was having an affair?
Does it look like I did?
I need to know whether
even in the back of your mind,
you went home that night
expecting to catch them
and intending to shoot
your wife's lover.
No, Ms. Pope,
I did not know my wife,
whom I trusted and loved,
was screwing around
with the contractor,
who was soaking me
for every penny I had.
Yeah, I always wondered
why we needed the guest house,
and the barn
and the damned pagoda.
You didn't want your boyfriend
to leave
once the house was finished.
Oh, the laughs you two
must've had at my expense!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
(Crying)
David:
Thanks for taking my call.
Now before I tell you anything,
I need to make sure,
that if Doyle energy goes down,
or should I say, when they
go down, I get immunity.
I can't take the fall
for something this big.
That depends.
What do you know?
I knew about the firewall,
the breach, the explosion,
all of it.
So Cytron...
Hollis Doyle's company
was behind that explosion
and the seven people who died,
right?
Huh? No. No, no.
That explosion was
the worst thing that ever
happened to that company.
What?
I thought you were legit, man.
Hollis Doyle found out he had
a massive security breach
in his firewall.
I'm talking anyone who wanted to
could get in there...
16-year-old baby hackers,
anyone.
So he hired Cytron to fix it,
but Cytron only gets halfway
through before they go boom.
So then Doyle says,
"okay. Cut our losses."
The breach is half-fixed,
and we don't wanna tell
a whole other company
we're just sitting there,
waiting to get hacked.
S-so they're...
Sitting ducks, man.
They knew I wasn't gonna
keep my mouth shut
about something like that.
So they fired me.
Oh, I thought...
Forget it.
Doesn't matter what I thought.
But we still have our deal,
right?
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
(Gasps) I thought I told you
not to sneak up on me like that.
It's creepy, man.
Sorry.
Where do you take women?
You asking me where I put
the lotion on their skin.
- Unless they get the hose again or...
- On dates.
- You have a date?
- Yes.
- You?
- Yes.
(Laughs)
Hey. Look,
just take her to do something
you like to do.
Oh, she won't like anything
I like to do.
Just take her to La Table d'Or.
Women like nice restaurants.
It's a universal truth.
Oh. Will I need a reservation?
It's tomorrow.
That's too late
for reservations.
Dude, you've hacked
into the N.S.A.'s mainframe,
you don't think you can make
yourself a dinner reservation?
Good point.
And the president's tri-lat
with Japan and South Korea
at this week's G8 summit
also yielded progress
on the ongoing
trade negotiations,
in addition to questions
of security in the region.
(Reporters speaking at once)
Yes. You.
Has the president
heard the news
about the shooting
at Governor Reston's house?
I don't know. I'll have to
take that question. Carol?
Uh, Cyrus, you...
Excuse me. Sorry. Sorry, Carol.
Um, just a follow-up, quick.
How often does the president...
Sorry.
We don't do follow-ups here.
But you didn't answer
my first question,
so technically,
not a follow-up.
The rules have changed somewhat
since your previous tenure,
but I'm happy to catch you up.
(Laughter)
One question per reporter
and no follow-ups. Carol.
- Thank you. - Excuse me.
It's just that I didn't get a question.
Because you took it...
Whatever that means.
So I'm not asking
for two questions.
I'm not asking
for a follow-up question.
I'm just asking
for one question,
'cause that is the rule, right?
You had a question.
I took the question,
which means I will take it
back with me to work
and bring you back an answer
in due time.
- Will that satisfy you?
- That depends.
Exactly how long is "due time"?
That's another question.
Carol?
Thank you, Cyrus.
Now going back
to the tri-lateral
with South Korea and Japan,
you said that President Grant
yielded progress
on the ongoing negotiations...
I sent your wife home
to get some rest.
I suggest you do the same.
Home? You think
I can go there ever again?
The house her lover built?
No. I think I'll be
sleeping full-time
at the Governor's mansion
from now on.
(Scoffs)
It's funny, you'd think I'd
have known, had some inkling.
I hate to say it,
but from a legal standpoint,
it's lucky that you didn't.
So what are we looking at?
We could break the news
ourselves, tell the truth.
We stress that even though
it wasn't rape,
you believed it was rape,
and as such, you're entitled
to the same protections.
And my wife?
Your wife will likely
go to prison.
She cried rape and caused you
to kill an innocent man.
What if we don't
break the news?
Well, the police don't know
it was an affair. Only we do.
However... and this is
a big however...
If the police do find out
it wasn't rape,
if they catch even a whiff,
that we were sitting
on that information,
then the likelihood of them
showing any leniency
toward you and your wife
is slim to nil.
See if there's a paper trail...
Anything the police might find
that proves they were
having an affair.
And if there isn't?
The world thinks I'm a hero,
Liv.
Why disappoint them?
(Door opens)
(Cell phone rings)
(Door closes) Verna.
When was this?
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
(Indistinct conversations)
How are we doing?
Well, they made me put on
a hospital gown.
I don't care how they wash 'em.
They're still clothes
someone else has worn before.
I mean, think about it...
They wash a bloody hospital gown,
call 'em clean because
the stain's no longer visible,
and we just put 'em on.
I probably got Ebola
on top of the cancer now.
But you're feeling fine?
Oh, I was in some pain.
They shot something
up my spine.
But I'm fine.
How's it going?
Did you do what I asked?
I had to go through
some people,
call in some favors,
but Wexler offered David
his job back
getting David to take his job
back, however...
I can handle that.
I have a guy.
Oh, good.
Maybe he'll go back to work
and drop this. One hopes.
One hopes.
(Sighs) Yeah.
Hollis doled out
hopes and dreams
like he was Santa Claus
on Christmas morning.
I got a seat
on the Supreme Court.
Cyrus runs the country.
Mellie got to be...
Mellie.
And you?
I'm not sure what you got.
But here we are.
Oh, crap.
I can't bend over to put
my damned shoes on.
Hmm.
Stuff like this,
like what we did...
It never really goes away,
does it?
It's just one big, bloody
hospital gown.
I prefer to think
that anything can be fixed.
Then you're a fool.
Jane Powell will be here
shortly to get you
and your husband's signatures
on your printed statements.
Before she gets here, however,
I wanted to ask you, is there
anything I should know about?
Anything you kept?
E-mails, voice mails,
cards, anything at all
that would prove
or even suggest
you were having an affair?
Not that I can think of.
Oh.
So my husband's trying
to keep the affair quiet then?
I think he's just trying to keep
all of the options open,
mainly, I presume,
to keep you out of jail.
You'll let me know
if you remember anything?
Of course.
He's a different man,
you know...
Different from the man
who ran in that election.
That man was hopeful,
affectionate.
He had dreams,
not only for our family,
but for families
across the nation.
And then one Tuesday night
in November, it all went away.
The headline in "The Sun"
the next morning
wasn't even a headline.
It was a number.
4,359.
That's how many votes
we lost the presidency by.
One county in Ohio
changed our lives.
4,359.
And not a day goes by
when he doesn't bring it up.
That's our lives now.
4,359.
Every... single... day.
I miss my husband, Olivia,
and if there were anything
I could do to bring him back,
I-I would, in a second.
But that would take
4,359 votes,
and that's something
I don't have.
Mellie: Well, it's fine for him
to be out of the country now,
but in a month, I am having him
grounded until after the birth.
He has to be within
helicopter distance.
- But do not quote me on that.
- Well, I'll trade you that
for a good quote
on your feelings
about the growing unrest
in east Sudan.
James. (Laughs)
Worth a try, right?
(Laughs) Cyrus, you didn't
tell me James was working
at the White House again.
Can I speak to you for
a moment, ma'am?
Of course. James, we have to do
that dinner in the residence,
just the four of us.
I can show you the nursery.
- Oh, I look forward to it.
- (Laughs)
He's quite a catch.
I do not want you speaking to
journalists while Fitz is away.
He's your husband.
He's a journalist. Inside this
building, he's a journalist,
and you know it.
And you know how I know it?
Because you are
a terrifying political animal
who would eat off her own foot
if it meant you could get
ahead... a trait I respect.
But the president is
at the G8 in Tokyo,
and what is the rule
when the president is
out of the country?
Oh.
All roads...
All roads lead to Fitz.
All roads lead to Fitz,
which means everything has to be
about him, not you.
You are not to make
a single news story right now.
Nothing. Don't start a recycling
plan in the east wing.
Don't comment on poverty
or education or even puppies.
If your water breaks, change
your pants and cross your knees,
because any news about you
draws attention away
from the leader
of the free world,
and his great big
G8 conference,
and if people aren't paying
attention to the g8 conference,
the president's whole trip
starts to look like a massive
waste of taxpayer dollars.
So let's stay away
from reporters.
Sit on the bench
for the good of the team. Okay?
Hollis is
a disgusting human being,
but against my better judgment,
I attended that meeting.
That's about all the team
you're gonna get out of me.
You wanted a seat at the table.
That's the table.
Tables and teams.
So many metaphors.
What it all means is that we...
And by "we," I mean all of us...
are at risk.
But like you said, I am
a terrifying political animal,
so I want to be clear.
I will not attend any more
of those meetings again.
If this ever comes up,
I will deny, deny, deny,
and if anyone ever asks me
about defiance...
Okay, first of all,
you will attend
whatever meetings
you need to attend.
They are not optional...
Not for me, not for you,
not for anyone else.
Two... if this ever comes up,
you won't have time to deny.
Because it means we are already
going down in flames.
Three... you may be an animal,
but I am a monster...
And I am much more terrifying
than you can ever imagine.
And while I respect
your position as first lady,
I will do whatever is necessary
to make sure things
go accordingly.
So, Mellie?
Do not ever
speak the word "defiance"
in my presence again.
I'll have my office
call your office
to schedule that dinner for
the four of us in the residence.
Sounds like fun.
(Sighs)
"Yo Chris, you need
to get in on this action.
"You haven't lived life until
you've banged a Governor's wife
on Macassar ebony flooring."
There are others that go
into much more explicit detail.
Get the Restons
to come in here.
We need to prepare them
in case this comes out.
I'm on it.
Ms. Perkins, how have you been?
Good. You know, still alive.
David, I thought
you were on leave.
Nope. I'm back. Yay, me.
You're my first port of call,
as luck would
or wouldn't have it.
Ms. Whelan.
So the rape case
Jane Powell was working on...
Is now a homicide investigation
being handled by me.
A signed affidavit from
one of Mr. Meyer's friends,
testifying
that the so-called rapist
was, in fact, having
an affair with Ms. Reston,
and had been
for several months.
Though I assume from the e-mails
you've been reading
that this is not news to you.
Where are they?
(Door opens)
The A.U.S.A. is here.
He knows about the affair.
He wants to press charges
against you, Governor.
- For what? Defending my wife?
- Murder.
What do we do now?
Unfortunately,
he has to arrest you,
but we'll make sure
there's no perp walk.
We'll walk you in
through the back,
declare your innocence
on the front steps.
It'll be tough,
but I can get you through this.
- No.
- Joan.
No.
I'll tell them what happened.
What happened is
that I shot a man
- who I thought was raping my wife.
- They'll never believe you.
They'll think you knew
about the affair
and killed him on purpose,
but if I tell them that I lied
about the rape...
I can't let you go to jail.
And I can't stand to see you
suffer any longer.
I have watched you live in pain
every day since that election,
and I couldn't do anything
about it, so I just gave up...
On you... and on us.
I wasn't strong enough
to tell you I was unhappy,
and when you walked
into that room,
I got scared, and a man died.
That's what happened.
I can't get you those votes
back.
But this?
This I can fix.
Harrison will be there for
the processing, Mrs. Reston.
Then you'll be brought
before a judge
where he'll formalize the deal.
Okay?
You don't have to do this.
I do.
All set, Mrs. Reston?
Woman: (On TV)...Wife's lover.
Two men ruined by... I'm sorry...
A horrible woman.
Horrible.
A modern-day lady MacBeth.
I don't think I have ever...
What are you doing here?
I was just headed downtown
for some dinner.
I thought I'd drop by.
Man: (On TV)..Unfortunate tragedy.
And for Mrs. Reston to...
- (Mutes TV)
- Another win for Olivia Pope.
We should celebrate.
I can't.
I can stop dropping by.
I can stop calling.
I can stop asking.
But you never tell me to stop.
Edison?
Yes?
I don't want you to stop.
I want you to keep asking.
But I'm not ready to say yes.
Will you tell me
when you're ready?
I will.
I promise.
(Sighs)
(Sighs)
(Laughs) I'm telling you,
it wasn't obvious.
Really?
Because I felt like I had
"I'm having sexual intercourse
with Abby Whelan"
written on my forehead.
So the fact that you got
your job back...
does that mean your meeting
at the griddle yesterday...
Total dead-end. I'm not saying
there's nothing there,
but it's not
what I thought it was.
If dropping this thing's
the only way to get my job back,
- maybe it's worth dropping.
Harrison: Abby!
I'll call you back.
(Beep)
Please don't.
- You need a woman's opinion.
- What?
Huck's got a date tonight
at La Table d'Or.
Really? Well, that's great.
- Quinn: What's great?
- No. Please.
Abby: Huck has a date.
You have a date? That's amazing.
You're picking her up, right?
What about this tie?
Uh, no. Let's see. It's great
if you know about wine
and can order her a glass
of something really special.
Is that her number?
- Maybe.
- Charming. But please tell me
that's not the only place
you wrote it down.
(Scoffs) Read me the number.
Ugh.
Quinn: 2-0-2-5-5-5...
0-1-8-6. Yeah. Ordering wine
is key to a good date,
and when a guy orders for you,
it's kinda hot. (Snaps fingers)
- What about this one?
- Mm.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
The ex-Cytron guy I've been calling
for weeks finally got back to me.
We're meeting at the Griddle Cafe,
3:30 this afternoon.
Douglas Fairbanks-style.
Oh, this is gonna look
really nice.
- Okay, what do you think, Abby?
- Yeah. Nice.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
(Indistinct conversations)
You really want to go back to work?
(Groans)
You don't want to,
I don't know, write a book.
Or teach a class instead?
- Cy...
- Because I'm a traditional man,
and if you wanted
to stay at home.
- And let me be the breadwinner...
- I want to go back to work.
I could revoke your press pass.
And I could write
an excellent story about it.
Okay, James, honey,
this makes you the enemy.
We'll be enemies all day,
and then we'll have to forget
about it every night.
You understand that?
Is that what you want?
Reporters are the enemy?
- I didn't mean...
- You did.
You must be hiding
some very dirty laundry.
I can't wait to find out what.
- James.
- Cyrus.
If I gave you a baby,
you'd quit?
- Give me a baby and find out.
- That's a no.
I am good at my job, Cy,
as good as you are at yours.
You want to have a baby with me
because you want to have
a child together? Great.
But if you want to give me
a baby to metaphorically
keep me barefoot and pregnant
and out of your hair?
You have never
really seen me angry.
I'm going out.
Don't wait up.
I am working late.
You don't wait up.
Funny story.
Hilarious story. Damn it.
(Indistinct conversations)
Waiter: Enjoy.
If they're gonna make you
wear their jacket,
they should've at least
used a lint brush.
Did you have a chance to peruse
the wine list, monsieur?
I'd like a ginger ale.
And the lady will also have
a glass of ginger ale.
Very good, monsieur.
Hmm.
What's "bouillabaisse"?
Stick to the script this time,
Governor.
When they ask about your wife,
talk about her remorse.
They'll want you to trash her.
It makes good copy,
but it's better for you.
If you implore the public
to forgive her.
Governor,
they're ready for you.
I'll be right there.
Can't thank you enough, Olivia.
I've spent the last two years
blaming you
for the fact that it's that
matinee idol in the White House,
not me.
Guess I'd rather feel cheated
than feel like a failure.
Alison: Governor?
See you on the other side.
(Reporters shouting at once,
camera shutters clicking)
(Cell phone rings)
(Ring)
Governor Reston: Thank you
to the people of Maryland...
Yes, Harrison. Tell her we're
not taking exclusives on this.
Actually, give me her number.
I'll call her myself.
Hold on a second.
Let me grab a piece of paper.
Liv, you still there?
Liv?
Liv?
Governor Reston: Rather than
pointing fingers today,
I ask instead
that you show forgiveness,
forgiveness to my wife Joan,
for her hurried lack
of judgment.
I think that went well.
It did,
especially in light of these.
4,359 votes...
That's how much you beat me by.
4,359 votes that turned me
into a loser...
A loser whose whole life
had been for nothing.
So...
two nights ago,
I was going to end that life.
I was gonna shoot myself.
Bill first...
so she could see it,
then her, then me.
But she cried rape.
She cried rape.
Rape... such a...
gorgeous word.
Rape. Yeah,
I'm a supporter of women,
but let me tell you, she yelled
"rape," and I thought,
"you have a second chance."
A second chance.
And now my approval ratings
are through the roof.
I can run for any office
in the land,
and those 4,359 votes
don't mean a damn thing,
and I just can't help
but thinking,
what a wonderful gift
my cheating wife gave me.
You're confessing to murder.
We have
attorney/client privilege.
I still have ways to make
your life very difficult.
You'd have as much clout
in this town as a senate page.
If someone as high-profile as me
goes to prison.
God, it's amazing
what this feels like.
What?
Winning.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
(Doorbell rings)
I'm mad at my husband
and I need a drink and dinner.
Dinner is popcorn.
But lucky for you,
I just opened a Bordeaux
that'll bring tears
to your eyes.
(Sighs)
How are you?
Good. Good.
Liv...
that meeting with Hollis...
Let's not talk about that.
Drink.
Why'd you break out
the good stuff?
Governor Reston...
Bill Meyer was his wife's lover,
and he knew it.
She cried rape,
which saved her life.
But the contractor? Totally, completely
premeditated murder. (Sets down bottle)
But he's a client.
And let's face it,
we owe him one.
We owe him more than one.
Not to mention, that'd be
a hell of a headline-puller
from negotiations at the G8.
All roads lead to Fitz.
(Chuckles)
All roads lead to Fitz.
(Sighs)
It's been ages since
I've been here. I've missed you.
Missed you, too.
So why are you mad
at your husband?
James is working at
the White House press corps
to punish me.
So? You separate your work life
and your personal life.
Really?
How's that working for you?
Fine.
I hear...
you're keeping company
with Edison Davis again.
He wants to.
I'm thinking about it.
What's the holdup?
(Sets down glass)
All roads lead to Fitz.
All roads lead to Fitz.
(Exhales deeply)
I don't like it
when the bad guys get away.
(Chuckles)
Then you shouldn't have come
to Washington.
Hmm.
Huck: Sundays is pasta,
and mondays is sandwiches.
But tonight... tonight's
my favorite night.
They eat pizza
and they play games.
That's the best part.
It's game night.
She's Carol, 34,
not a natural blonde,
but that's okay.
She teaches math
at the junior high.
And he's Billy.
He sells sporting goods,
which is an actual thing...
Sporting goods.
(Chuckles) And the little
girls are Lucy. She's 8.
And Sarah Beth... she's 10.
Sarah Beth has sleepovers
on Fridays
with Janie,
who lives down there,
and Katie,
who lives right there.
And on Sundays,
the grandparents come over.
So what about you?
What do you like to do?
So that's your solution then?
Verna gets Rosen's boss
to give him his job back?
On the condition
that he stops pursuing
his foolish conspiracy theories.
And if he keeps looking
for a connection
between Doyle Energy
and Cytron...
- Then we give him a connection.
- The wrong connection.
Personally, I find these
humane mousetraps ineffective.
Better to lay down some glue
when you hear the critter
scream,
take a shovel to its head.
But if y'all feel differently...
- We do.
- Then you have my vote.
But just so we're clear,
if this plan fails,
David Rosen decides
he's not gonna drop it,
then I reserve the right
to be a little more...
How should I put it?
Thorough.
Agreed?
Agreement's just for show, y'all.
You can go.
Class dismissed.
Abby.
The guy you met with
at the Griddle Cafe yesterday...
He was a plant.
He just was. Trust me.
So I did a little digging,
and it turns out that Cytron...
they weren't just
an Internet security company.
They also developed software,
some of which had
various applications,
like this one program
that Quinn's boyfriend
was working on...
Officially it was used
as slot machines.
And unofficially?
Voting machines.
I know you just got
your job back, David,
and I wasn't gonna
say anything, I swear.
No, you did the right thing.
Come here.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
Abby: I know you just got
your job back, David,
and I wasn't gonna
say anything, I swear.
David: No, you did the right thing.
Come here.
And so on and so forth.
You want me to notify
the others?
No.
This one I handle alone.
(Projector and camera shutter
clicking)