Scandal (2012–2018): Season 2, Episode 6 - Spies Like Us - full transcript
Olivia receives a coded warning that could expose Huck's past.
Who the hell is David Rosen,
and why do we have a problem?
NARRATOR: Previously on Scandal...
If David Rosen finds the connection
between Cytron and Doyle Energy,
every one of us here's spending
the rest of their lives in prison.
I did a little digging,
and it turns out that Cytron,
they weren't just
an Internet security company.
They also developed software.
Officially it was used as slot machines.
And unofficially?
Voting machines.
ABB Y: I know you just got
yourjob back, David,
and I wasn't going
to say anything, I swear...
DAVID: No, you did the right thing.
And so on and so forth.
You want me to notify the others?
No.
Am I too late?
Made it just under the wire. Here...
Thank you.
No problem. You have a good day.
Okay. The man opened China!
And that negates Watergate?
No. Nothing negates Watergate,
Watergate was a catastrophe...
And yet you believe
Nixon was a great President.
I believe he was good at his job.
You make me sad.
I'm gonna start weeping any minute.
I don't think one act defines a person.
And I certainly don't think
it defines a presidency.
When it's a Republican.
- (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
- Okay. Fine. You want a Democrat?
Don't say William Jefferson Clinton...
William Jefferson Clinton.
And here we go again
with the one blue dress speech.
William Jefferson Clinton was brilliant,
scholarly and an immaculate politician.
That can't be undone by one blue dress.
Nixon bugged the campaign offices
of Democratic candidates.
That's not a blue dress.
The man was a criminal!
Who opened China.
(LAUGHS)
Thank you for a lovely evening.
- Is it over?
- Edison.
I have several points I'd like to make
about Nixon, inside your apartment.
I am not sleeping with you.
I also have some intriguing thoughts
about Reagan.
It's our second date.
We lived together.
I've built you a bookcase.
I've watched you press your hair.
This is not our second date.
It's our 4,000th date.
Good night, Edison.
DAVID: This just came up when
I refreshed the Times' site.
Check it out.
ABB Y: "Powering Tomorrow,
the Doyle Energy super PAC,
"has donated millions
to ballot measures in all five states
"the proposed pipeline
would pass through
"on its way from Canada to the Gulf."
So it's about a pipeline.
All of this.
The voting machines, the explosion.
Looks like it.
Huh.
What?
I'm just thinking.
Do you want a drawer?
What?
I have this drawer.
And it's not really doing much,
just kind of sitting there in my dresser
with these socks I bought for hiking,
but then I never go hiking,
and I just thought that
maybe you would want it.
I mean, this is good, right?
I feel like this is good.
It's good.
So do you want my drawer?
ABB Y: David, I would love your drawer.
I'm gonna take a shower.
Okay.
(SIGHS)
You wrote an article about Hollis Doyle.
Front page, above the fold.
James, you wrote an article
about Hollis Doyle.
Front page, above the fold.
You wrote an article about Hollis Doyle!
Front page, above the fold.
Honey, you should be proud of me!
We were lying in bed.
You had that cold.
I was eating Thai noodles.
A commercial for Doyle Energy came on
and I said something.
- What did I say?
- Cyrus.
- Baby...
- No, let me refresh your memory
by reading it to you from this here article
I found on the front page
of the Times, above the fold.
And I quote, "Hollis Doyle is
a deep-fried backwoods inbred hillbilly
"and we'd never let him inside
the White House
"if he didn't come with a blank check."
End quote.
I didn't quote you.
I quoted a senior White House official.
Any idiot in this town knows that
I am your senior White House official!
In my enthusiasm
over returning to my job,
I stepped over the line.
I apologize, that was wrong.
You apologize, that was wrong, but...
According to my editor,
it's the best expos? anybody's
ever written about this administration.
They think it's gold.
They want more
investigative pieces about Hollis.
And they want me to write them.
Nobody else, me.
Do you know how rare this air is
that I'm breathing?
I'm Woodward.
I'm Bernstein.
I'm back, honey. I am so back!
James, you cannot write articles
about Hollis Doyle.
Watch me.
OLIVIA: You have to trust her.
I trust her. I do.
I just... I want to run her prints
and do a background check,
maybe a DNA analysis,
add a little surveillance...
Huck. She's a nice, normal girl.
Normal feels weird.
I need more room for my law books.
What law books?
The ones I'd have in my office
if I had more space.
One of us needs Stephen's office.
No one is getting that office.
It can't just sit there empty.
Like some monument
to Stephen forever.
If you'd rather not choose
between them, I could always...
- Yeah.
- Nice try.
Why is someone
sending you sheet music?
And a check for & 100,000.
Who's it from?
Doesn't say.
Don Giovanni.
We producing operas now?
It's not just Mozart.
Classic spycraft.
Goes all the way back to the Abwehr.
They're Nazi Intelligence.
Whoever did this is old-school.
QUINN: Is that Morse code?
It's not that simple,
but it's the same principle.
No matter how high-tech things get,
analog's always the best way to go.
HARRISON: What's it say?
This right here, that's "Protect them."
Protect who?
- These are names.
- OLIVIA: Names of who?
- Spies. I think.
- Spies?
How can you tell they're spies?
Because this name here, that's me.
Postmark on the envelope reads
Ann Arbor, stamped two days ago.
There's an AP story about
a public suicide that day.
A man shot himself in the head
right out on the street, broad daylight.
A Robert Brooks.
Ring a bell, Huck?
There's a photo.
That's Crosby.
Who's Crosby, or who was...
He was my case officer in B613.
What's B613?
Quinn.
This is bad. This is very bad.
HARRISON: Why shoot himself
in public?
Is that some kind of Way of
the Samurai honor killing business?
He did it in public so we'd know.
Know it wasn't a hit. Otherwise...
This is very, very bad.
I knew he was a spy but...
QUINN: Wait. Like a James Bond
Spy-Who-Came-in-From-the-Cold
spy spy?
ABB Y: Not like fiction, like reality.
Huck was a trained killer spy.
I don't think "was" enters into it.
Once a killer spy,
always a killer spy, right?
QUINN: So all these other names,
are they also killer spies?
Huck.
Huck, what are you doing?
I have to go. Now.
OLIVIA: Go? Go where?
It's safer for you if you don't know.
So, goodbye.
Huck! Stop.
We are in my wheelhouse now, okay?
B613 was a top-secret,
off-the-books program
funded by the CIA.
I'm supposed to be a ghost.
If my name, and not my real name,
but Huck, my name,
the alias that goes with this life
at Pope and Associates,
if my name is on a list,
it's time to disappear.
Those are the rules. So I can't stop.
Crosby sent the list to me.
The check is in my name, too.
So whatever this is, whatever
I'm supposed to protect you against,
it's in my wheelhouse, not yours.
And that means we can fix this.
- Liv...
- Trust me.
Let me take care of this.
Let me take care of you.
Okay?
I can give you 24 hours.
Okay.
Ears to the ground, people.
Let's work our sources,
National Security, media, CIA,
see if anything's brewing.
See what might have
the spooks spooked.
No one enjoys a print-licking.
But a tarring doled out
by what I hear is your boyfriend?
We're married, actually.
Your wife, then.
Husband.
Sorry. I assumed you were
the, you know, fella in that deal.
Husband as well.
Two husbands.
I wasn't trying to imply nothing
about what y'all get up to.
None of my... Never mind.
Make your point, Hollis.
- Whatever you call him...
- Husband. I call him my husband.
You'd best get a handle on the boy.
And shut that noise down.
James, my husband,
is a professional journalist,
an excellent one at that.
I can no more dictate what he reports
than he can tell me
what to advise the President.
Writing about how I stroll around the
White House like I own the damn place.
How's that not true?
How are you, right now, in my office?
You don't have an appointment.
How is that not strutting around
like you please?
I take the point.
Now you take mine.
My problems are your problems.
And if things blow up, in the end,
they'll be his.
You and your husband
call each other whatever you please.
But put your wife on a leash.
Nigel Sarnoff.
International master hacker.
No one's ever seen his face.
No one knows his real identity.
Responsible for seven major
classified document dumps
since making his cyber-scene debut
in 2002.
He exposed thousands
of diplomatic communiqu?s
going back three decades.
Did the same thing to the
Defense Department two years ago.
Which led to endless hearings,
dishonorable discharges...
They popped champagne at the
Pentagon when he was reported dead.
According to the web, that was staged.
Sarnoff's been underground
for two years.
And based on all the hacker chatter,
now he's back.
Set to release something big.
Something imminent.
Sounds like it's the intel community's
turn in the spotlight.
Huck?
I need to know, if info on B613
goes public, how bad is it?
Let's just say we did things.
Things that would make it hard for you
to sing the national anthem and mean it.
In the name of national security,
we were the bad guys.
How do we find him? Sarnoff.
He's careful. And he's got an army
of hackers covering his tracks.
And lawyers, too, I'd bet.
Find out who represents him.
Sarnoff is a big fish client.
There are only six attorneys in town
he could be working with.
Find out which one, get me a meeting.
Counselor. Nice place.
MAN: Neutral turf.
Where's Nigel Sarnoff?
He's right here.
(DISTORTED VOICE) Ms. Pope. I'm an
admirer, despite our divergent agendas.
Meaning?
You earn your keep suppressing truth,
while I live to expose it.
In this case, you're blowing
the cover of the B613 participants.
Ruining the lives of people
who've long since retired.
From torture, coups, assassinations.
These are hardly innocents, Ms. Pope.
They have blood on their hands.
So what are you waiting for, then?
The next news cycle,
when the G8 Summit has concluded
and our world leaders
have returned home.
Surely you'd agree this revelation
about government corruption
deserves the public's utmost attention.
Good day, Ms. Pope.
Who at the Agency knew about B613?
No one. Crosby ran it as a separate unit.
We were walled off.
How many names are
on that list besides yours?
Five.
We need to bring them in.
These people, they all do what I do.
They're professionals. You understand?
I understand.
You don't want them here.
Sarnoff's bluffing.
He doesn't have the goods yet.
If he did, he would've
released them already.
So if no one else
knew about the program,
one of the names on that list
is someone who's going to give him
documentation of B613
in the very near future.
So however it works,
however you call them in,
I need you to do it now.
Because one of those spies is the leak,
and we're gonna find out which one.
(STATIC HISSING)
(CHILDREN'S MUSIC PLAYING)
WOMAN: Five. One.
(DISTORTED) Eight. Seven.
Three. Five. One. Eight.
(STATIC HISSING)
What is that?
(LOWERS VOLUME)
Shortwave radio. A numbers station.
Our number station. B613's.
Is it some kind of spy code?
HUCK: They give you a frequency
and, every day, you listen.
ABB Y: That sounds fake.
HUCK: It's not fake.
Spies listen to the radio.
Anything high-tech, you can break into,
but the radio,
you can't trace where it comes from,
you can't trace who's listening.
The radio is how we talk to each other.
How all the spies talk to each other,
all around the world.
You listen every day,
and every day, there's no message.
Years go by, decades,
and there's no message.
But then one day you listen,
and the code word comes.
Then what happens?
It's time to come home.
(INCREASES VOLUME)
Five. One. Eight.
(TV VOLUME MUTED)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
I'm heading home.
Keep an eye on Huck?
Things are getting weird
in this office, Liv.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Quinn's the Molotov Mistress, who's
just barely stopped asking questions.
Huck's an assassin you have
all kinds of secret meetings with.
That office is some kind of shrine
to a guy who quit half a year ago,
and Abby's sleeping
with AUSA David Rosen.
It is getting weird in here.
What do you need?
Harrison...
What do you need?
Whatever it is that's going on,
whatever it is you're thinking about
when you're sitting in here
all by yourself,
tell me what you need and I will do it.
No matter what.
You don't want to get involved.
- I owe you.
- You don't.
The night I got arrested,
you came and sat with me
in a holding cell, for hours.
I owe you.
It was my job.
Don't insult me by calling me your job,
'cause I'm not your job.
I'm your family, I'm your gladiator,
and that is not a job to me.
That's who I am.
Right now you need me,
so no questions asked,
no matter what, whatever you need.
Give me some marching orders, Liv.
Abby and David can't be together,
I can't tell you why, but they can't.
Consider it handled.
Her ex-husband used to beat her.
(VOICE BREAKS) You might want
to use that.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
- Hello?
- BILLY: It's me.
Front page of the Times.
Oh.
Oh, James has been a bad boy.
- Cyrus...
- Hollis wasn't happy.
Hollis has been unhappy since...
Since Defiance.
Yeah.
I'm worried for James.
Yeah. I know what you mean.
It's his job, Liv.
If I intervene, if I hurt him,
he will hate me.
It doesn't matter, because,
in the long run, it saves his life.
Keeping him from looking into Hollis
saves his life.
You do what needs to be done,
no matter what.
Good night.
Cy?
Yup?
How is he?
He's fine. He's in London.
He met the Queen.
Apparently, he told her a joke
and she laughed.
They have it on film.
She never laughs so...
He's fine.
(CHUCKLES)
Good night.
Good night.
(SIGHS)
Teresa Dunn?
I just want to be clear.
I'm only doing this for the money.
David Rosen is a good guy.
Thirty seconds out.
Do spies tend to be
fashionably late, or...
Punctual. Always punctual.
- Don't.
- I'm getting an aspirin.
You're getting a gun.
They'll know you're packing
and they'll kill you.
Do what he says.
Oh, so now we're taking orders
from a killer.
You're taking orders from me.
- They're here.
- I don't hear anything.
(ELEVATOR WHIRRING)
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
Oh, I'm sorry.
I must've pushed the wrong button.
Wink.
Spin?
I need you scrubbed.
I'm a mother of three.
You think I still carry?
(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)
Fine.
There's a conference room in the back.
Wait there for the others.
Spin?
It was my nickname.
- What's it mean?
- I'm not gonna say.
She goes by the name Maggie Andrews.
Lives in Atlanta with
her tax attorney husband
and their three little girls.
Why's she called Wink?
She was a sniper.
Whenever I saw her,
one of her eyes was closed.
Tell me more about
the guy she's talking to.
HUCK: That's Paul Gray.
When I worked with him in the '90s,
he spoke 17 languages and could
kill a man in at least that many ways.
HARRISON: And now he's a professor?
HUCK: Upstate New York. Divorced.
Probably from sleeping
with his students.
And the guy with the prescription pad
in his pocket?
That's Melvin Feen.
He was able to go days without sleep,
and that wasn't even his real talent.
QUINN: What was his real talent?
HUCK: Knowing how much
pain a person
could tolerate before it killed them.
ABB Y: Sounds like a charmer.
And then there's Betsy Ray. Matches.
Betsy owns a B&B in Vermont.
But back when we worked together...
ABB Y: Let me guess.
She lit things on fire.
HUCK: Didn't matter
what the target was,
she could always make it
look like an accident.
And that leaves who?
Charlie.
I don't know what he's been up to lately,
but Charlie's who they called when
they needed someone disappeared.
- Hey.
- Hey.
And if you had to guess which one is
going to leak the documents to Sarnoff?
That's hard to say.
CHARLIE: When is Sarnoff
planning to publish?
OLIVIA: Twelve hours, give or take.
So we go right back to where
we were 10 years ago? On the run?
MAGGIE: I have kids.
My oldest is six, my youngest
is barely out of diapers,
they're little, I'm married.
I have arthritis.
I just got tenure. And I like my life now.
I like who I am. I like this name,
my house, my friends, my students.
I have arthritis. I'm not running.
Which is why we all need
to work together to stop this thing.
Me by working my high level contacts.
You by resisting whatever urge
you may have
to resolve this problem criminally.
Why?
Because it's not who you are anymore.
B613 is over.
You've made progress in your lives.
You've earned back
a piece of your souls.
Even if you were able
to find Sarnoff and kill him,
he's got an army of hackers
to take his place.
You'd always be hunting the next target.
Maybe you'd be able to keep
your name, but otherwise,
it'd be just like being on the run.
Is that understood?
Good.
You'll hear from me
when there's something to report.
Until then, no one leaves this room.
Who are you calling?
My babysitter.
It looks like we're gonna be here a while.
(MAGGIE SPEAKING SPANISH)
What?
Nothing.
I'm just thinking about
all that progress we've made.
(WHISTLES) This is a nice office!
Beautiful office!
Mmm. Who wouldn't
wanna keep this office?
Since you love it so much...
Look, one of these people is the leak
and we have to figure out who.
Huck will be our eyes
and ears inside the room.
Abby and I will be on background.
Aren't these people
all masters of deception?
But their new lives might provide clues
as who may be the source of the leak.
Maybe someone's in financial trouble,
spending money they don't have,
buying things that might suggest
they're about to skip town.
- We'll start with public records.
- OLIVIA: Good.
Quinn, you monitor outgoing calls.
Huck's set up a surveillance feed
in his office.
(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)
Ever feel guilty about what we did?
Me? It's funny.
I went back to med school thinking that,
you know,
maybe I would save a few lives,
I would make up for the ones I took.
And then I realized the real reason
I wanted to be a doctor,
to cut people up.
Is that my fault,
or the government
who turned me into a monster?
I don't know. I try not to think about it.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Ah, excuse me.
Dr. Blanchard.
Yes, I have the prescription right here.
It's RX#002301151198.
22 pills, 350 milligrams each.
Did he deliberately skip out on the bill
or did he forget to pay?
Give me his number, I'll call him.
It's a 10-page essay on Milton.
If she can't handle that,
she shouldn't be taking the course.
Well, that depends. Is she cute?
MAGGIE: Two goals?
Honey, that is amazing!
You promise to tell me all about it
when I get home tomorrow?
I don't have anybody to call.
Becky, it's me. Just calling to say hey...
So if you want to, just give me a call.
Bye.
OLIVIA: I need to know, Edison,
is the government willing
to acknowledge
and protect the agents
who took part in the B613 program?
And don't tell me there's no such thing.
Your delusions are just shy of charming.
I got you back on the Intel Committee...
After getting me kicked off!
I don't need to know specifics.
Are you asking me as a friend or a fixer?
- Both.
- Wrong answer.
Our days of mixing business
and pleasure are over.
It's one or the other from here on out.
Okay, I'm asking as a fixer.
Wrong answer again.
(SIGHS)
I'll call you.
Why in the 21 st century
am I looking at documents
- on a machine that has a knob?
- (CHUCKLES)
All I'm saying is,
you'd think a few of my tax dollars
could've gone towards a scanner.
This is a waste of time.
We're not gonna find anything
in the public record.
These guys are professional liars.
Their backgrounds are perfect.
Speaking of backgrounds,
have you done your due diligence
on your boyfriend yet?
Don't give me any of that
"Harrison, I don't know
what you're talking about" business,
because you've been coming in late,
you've been smiling
and you and David Rosen are a thing.
So have you looked into him yet?
What do you mean "looked into him"?
Like a background check?
Listen. I know I was getting on you
about Stephen's office before,
but I love you like a sister.
I just want to make sure that anyone
you're with is worthy of you, that's all.
All right, we're down to eight hours.
We should call around
and find out where he's hiding.
Just in case.
Olivia's on it. Be patient.
Patient? Please.
Every minute we waste around here
is another minute that sewer rat
goes deeper underground.
Sarnoff isn't our problem.
She's right. Our problem is the source.
We find whoever's leaking that material,
it doesn't matter what Sarnoff does.
Except no one inside the Agency
knew about B613 except Crosby,
and his brains are on a mailbox.
Six other people knew about B613.
Six other people could be the leak.
And they're all sitting here in this room.
OLIVIA: How's Huck doing?
He's okay, for now. And you?
I hit a wall. It's time for Plan B.
- I'll be there soon.
- Wait.
How soon? Like in an hour soon?
Quinn, you can do this.
You just need to keep everyone happy.
Distract them, whatever it takes.
- I'll be there...
- Soon.
(GASPS)
David's not a bad guy, he's a good guy.
For once, in my whole life,
I got the good guy, you know?
Whatever else he may be,
he's a good guy.
Okay, don't look into him, then.
But don't come running to me when...
Quinn?
They didn't give up all their guns.
The source is here. In this room.
I can make a strong case it's Charlie,
but I might just shoot him instead.
I served with Charlie.
Charlie's a believer.
I will give you three seconds to...
- How about we put the guns down?
- Stay out of this, pretty boy.
- I'm out of it.
- I'm dead serious, Melvin!
Will shooting each other solve anything?
Yes. We all die. There's no leak.
- I'm okay with that.
- Beats living in fear.
Me, too, as long as Charlie goes first.
MAGGIE: You'll be a very close second.
You're all too good at what you do
to sort this out using interrogation.
And this Plan B
that you got up and running,
is guaranteed mutual destruction.
But lucky for you,
there's another plan in place
and her name is Olivia Pope,
and she'll be here any minute.
And here you all thought
you had a problem.
(CHUCKLES) You don't.
It's being handled by the best.
So let's put them down. Hmm?
On three. One.
Huck, be a leader. Two.
Now everyone.
Three.
Great.
Now just hand me your weapons and...
Okay, cool. You hang onto those.
And just hang tight.
She'll be here any minute.
QUINN: Oh, my God, Harrison,
that was...
Big office talk is what that was.
I'll admit, it was very brave and...
Big office, baby.
Liv is coming back soon, right?
I don't know.
But she has a plan, though, right?
I think so.
You think so?
She's a vague person! Very vague!
Whatever it is, it better work.
'Cause this suit is way too nice
to be marred by holes and blood.
(EXHALES)
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Honey!
Come in, come in.
I've never been in here before.
It's very oval.
And smaller than you'd think, right?
(CHUCKLES)
Would you sit?
You're trying to intimidate me
with the Oval Office.
I know you've always wanted
to come in here. That's all.
You're buttering me up.
I'm buttering you up.
Yeah. Why?
I wanted to thank you
for writing that article.
I'm serious. You did me a big favor.
Because now I have an excuse to ban
that racist, sexist, homophobic
son of a bitch from the White House
on the basis of optics
and not just personal distaste.
But...
I'm gonna lose my job.
The President is going to fire me
if your articles on Hollis Doyle continue.
Not tomorrow but soon.
Because I'm making him look bad
and I can't be trusted not to leak quotes
to my husband.
Cyrus, I did not know...
I won't ask you
to stop writing about Hollis Doyle.
I wouldn't do that.
I love you and I'm proud of you.
(VOICE BREAKING) But I
need you to know
how you writing about Hollis Doyle
affects me.
I will not write about him anymore.
I won't. Okay? I won't.
I don't mean to cry...
No, it's okay, I understand.
I'm sorry. I won't.
(EXHALES)
Oh. I have a briefing. I have to...
Yeah. Of course you do...
- I'll see you at...
- Home.
- Yes. I love you.
- I love you, too.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(NORMAL VOICE) The things
I have to do...
(GRUNTS)
OLIVIA: If you release this,
your lawyer is dead.
What?
If this comes out, there'll be
half a dozen highly trained assassins
who'll want revenge, and Barry here
is perhaps the only person in the world
who knows where you are.
I don't know where he is!
(DISTORTED VOICE) Let me explain
something to you, Ms. Pope.
Yourjob is to spin and gloss over.
Stop!
I am trying to save your life!
I do not know where Sarnoff is!
Barry, they will find you.
They will torture you.
They'll get what they need from you
and then they will kill you.
All I know is I released
the money two hours ago!
- To who?
- A bank account.
- Whose account?
- I don't know.
All I know is the bank account number.
Write it down.
OLIVIA: I got a bank routing number.
CH0023011
5119822350.
(LOWERED VOICE) Those first
two letters? That means it's Swiss.
Which means...
You can't hack a Swiss bank account.
Especially not in the two hours
we have left.
We can do a lot in two hours, Huck.
No we can't. Game over.
Go home, Liv.
I am not... You can't just leave.
You can't just disappear forever
without saying goodbye.
(VOICE BREAKING) I can't just
never see you again.
- Huck...
- I won't.
Leave without saying goodbye, I won't.
But go home.
Please. Don't come back to the office.
Go home.
We're in my wheelhouse now.
HUCK: This is the Swiss bank account
that Sarnoff paid money to.
That prescription you called in, Doc.
Your Rx number.
Yes, I have the prescription right here.
Yes. It's RX#...
00230115...
1198.
Twenty-two tablets.
Of Phozerol.
350 milligrams each.
350 milligrams each.
- In the storage locker, just like he said.
- Good.
- You need to go home.
- What about...
Abby, Quinn, Olivia, they're home.
My friends and I need some alone time.
Hmm.
He got there in time?
He got there in time.
Oh, thank God.
- Hallelujah.
- Terrific.
So, now it's just a matter
of tying up loose ends.
No.
All right, if you won't, I will...
No, Charlie. You won't.
There's this girl I like. Her name is...
You know what, I'm not gonna
tell you what her name is,
because you're all like me.
We shouldn't know
each other's weaknesses.
But I like her.
And she's good.
She doesn't ask a lot of questions but...
I know her really well
'cause she's normal,
but she will never know me.
I'm a soldier.
Technically, we are soldiers.
We served our country.
But nobody gets to know that.
There's no parade. There are no medals.
So we come home
and we try to have normal lives.
But what is normal?
I really, really like killing people.
It's beautiful. Right?
They taught us to love it
and then they took it away
and they left us with...
Melvin just wanted someone to know.
He wanted to stop pretending
to be something he wasn't.
He just wanted to feel free,
to feel normal.
And wouldn't we all give anything
to feel normal?
Melvin's just...
He's one of us.
(SIGHS)
Hippy dippy Huck.
Who knew?
(GRUNTS)
Wish you'd gone all Oprah before
you whipped out that drill last...
(GUNSHOT)
It was a nice speech, Spin. Really.
We better start cleaning up.
PAUL: I have some plastic bags
in the car.
I'll see if I can find some rags.
CHARLIE: I'll get the oil drum.
You're still here.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
I don't want to know what happened.
Don't tell me.
I just care that you're still here.
I couldn't handle it if...
You're important to me.
It's short for Spinster.
What is?
Spin.
That's where the nickname came from.
They never thought I'd meet somebody.
(EXHALES)
(RUSTLING)
Abby, I waited up for you but you never...
Abby?
Abby, what are you...
I'm pretty sure it's here,
I just have to find it!
Find what, Abby?
Abby! Talk to me!
Got it.
Abby...
Okay, yeah. Let's talk.
Teresa Dunn. 37 years old.
Although when you met her,
she was much younger.
She worked at the Georgetown Tavern
when you were in law school.
You asked her out on several occasions.
Finally she said yes.
You dated for three months.
What does my ex from 20 years ago
have to do with...
Hospital photos
of Teresa Dunn's injuries.
Where did you get those?
Hard to find what with you being
a powerful AUSA and all.
And the son of a judge.
What, did daddy clear your record
so you could pass the bar?
She fell down a flight of stairs...
(SIGHS) She fell. She fell.
We were having an argument, yes.
But she took off
and fell down those stairs. She fell.
I didn't touch her.
Hmm. Where have I heard that before?
Oh, yes. I fell, too.
Oh, Abby...
(CRYING) The best part of this is that,
this photo of me,
I found it here,
in your pile of investigative crap.
Did you investigate me
before you slept with me or after?
Before. Before we ever met at that bar.
I was investigating everyone
at Pope and Associates. You know that!
But you only slept with one.
The stupid one.
The vulnerable one,
who wouldn't know she was being used
because she has terrible taste in men.
You realize
you're talking crazy right now.
I never touched Teresa Dunn.
Ask her. Find her and ask her!
I met her for coffee last night.
And she was telling me stuff,
stuff I wouldn't have believed,
but I was looking right in her eyes
and she was crying
and I felt it in my gut.
And like Olivia says, your gut tells
you everything you need to know.
Yeah.
Abby, Teresa Dunn is lying
and I don't know why.
But that's not what upsets me.
What upsets me is that
you haven't even given me a chance.
It hasn't even occurred to you that I
might be worth the benefit of the doubt.
You're a bad guy.
You look like a good guy but you're not.
I gave you a drawer...
Oh!
You touch me again, I will kill you,
and I mean that.
(CRIES)
(GOSPEL MUSIC PLAYING)
ABB Y: I was sleeping
with David Rosen.
And I knew it would hurt you
and I'm sorry.
It's okay.
It's not okay!
You're my friend.
(CRYING) I was mean to you,
I was horrible, I'm sorry.
I'm just so sorry.
It's gonna be okay, Abby.
(SNIFFLES) Trust me.
- It's gonna be okay.
- Yeah.
I can't believe I finally have
my own office.
And the first thing I'm getting?
A couch. A real couch.
What happened? Is she okay?
She'll be fine.
(STATIC)
You must be the Fergusons.
Come on in.
I have the Leaf Peeper Suite all ready.
You're gonna enjoy your visit here.
William Kennedy said
One Hundred Years of Solitude
was the first piece of literature
since the Book of Genesis
that should be required reading
for the entire human race.
I'm gonna get you! I'm gonna get you!
I'm gonna...
Oh, I got you! I got you!
Hey, it's me.
Yeah, well, I'm back in town.
Thinking about staying a while.
Maybe get back into business.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
I have popcorn and wine for you,
an Italian sub
and a bottle of scotch for me,
and two movies.
We can either watch
Angelina Jolie with a gun
or Angelina Jolie with a different gun.
Both are excellent.
Or we go back to debating Presidents.
Invite me in. It's time.
Because I am a man
and I don't play games
and you and I are very good together.
So you let me in now or I walk away.
(CRYING)
Liv?
Liv, are you okay?
Ripped By mstoll
and why do we have a problem?
NARRATOR: Previously on Scandal...
If David Rosen finds the connection
between Cytron and Doyle Energy,
every one of us here's spending
the rest of their lives in prison.
I did a little digging,
and it turns out that Cytron,
they weren't just
an Internet security company.
They also developed software.
Officially it was used as slot machines.
And unofficially?
Voting machines.
ABB Y: I know you just got
yourjob back, David,
and I wasn't going
to say anything, I swear...
DAVID: No, you did the right thing.
And so on and so forth.
You want me to notify the others?
No.
Am I too late?
Made it just under the wire. Here...
Thank you.
No problem. You have a good day.
Okay. The man opened China!
And that negates Watergate?
No. Nothing negates Watergate,
Watergate was a catastrophe...
And yet you believe
Nixon was a great President.
I believe he was good at his job.
You make me sad.
I'm gonna start weeping any minute.
I don't think one act defines a person.
And I certainly don't think
it defines a presidency.
When it's a Republican.
- (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
- Okay. Fine. You want a Democrat?
Don't say William Jefferson Clinton...
William Jefferson Clinton.
And here we go again
with the one blue dress speech.
William Jefferson Clinton was brilliant,
scholarly and an immaculate politician.
That can't be undone by one blue dress.
Nixon bugged the campaign offices
of Democratic candidates.
That's not a blue dress.
The man was a criminal!
Who opened China.
(LAUGHS)
Thank you for a lovely evening.
- Is it over?
- Edison.
I have several points I'd like to make
about Nixon, inside your apartment.
I am not sleeping with you.
I also have some intriguing thoughts
about Reagan.
It's our second date.
We lived together.
I've built you a bookcase.
I've watched you press your hair.
This is not our second date.
It's our 4,000th date.
Good night, Edison.
DAVID: This just came up when
I refreshed the Times' site.
Check it out.
ABB Y: "Powering Tomorrow,
the Doyle Energy super PAC,
"has donated millions
to ballot measures in all five states
"the proposed pipeline
would pass through
"on its way from Canada to the Gulf."
So it's about a pipeline.
All of this.
The voting machines, the explosion.
Looks like it.
Huh.
What?
I'm just thinking.
Do you want a drawer?
What?
I have this drawer.
And it's not really doing much,
just kind of sitting there in my dresser
with these socks I bought for hiking,
but then I never go hiking,
and I just thought that
maybe you would want it.
I mean, this is good, right?
I feel like this is good.
It's good.
So do you want my drawer?
ABB Y: David, I would love your drawer.
I'm gonna take a shower.
Okay.
(SIGHS)
You wrote an article about Hollis Doyle.
Front page, above the fold.
James, you wrote an article
about Hollis Doyle.
Front page, above the fold.
You wrote an article about Hollis Doyle!
Front page, above the fold.
Honey, you should be proud of me!
We were lying in bed.
You had that cold.
I was eating Thai noodles.
A commercial for Doyle Energy came on
and I said something.
- What did I say?
- Cyrus.
- Baby...
- No, let me refresh your memory
by reading it to you from this here article
I found on the front page
of the Times, above the fold.
And I quote, "Hollis Doyle is
a deep-fried backwoods inbred hillbilly
"and we'd never let him inside
the White House
"if he didn't come with a blank check."
End quote.
I didn't quote you.
I quoted a senior White House official.
Any idiot in this town knows that
I am your senior White House official!
In my enthusiasm
over returning to my job,
I stepped over the line.
I apologize, that was wrong.
You apologize, that was wrong, but...
According to my editor,
it's the best expos? anybody's
ever written about this administration.
They think it's gold.
They want more
investigative pieces about Hollis.
And they want me to write them.
Nobody else, me.
Do you know how rare this air is
that I'm breathing?
I'm Woodward.
I'm Bernstein.
I'm back, honey. I am so back!
James, you cannot write articles
about Hollis Doyle.
Watch me.
OLIVIA: You have to trust her.
I trust her. I do.
I just... I want to run her prints
and do a background check,
maybe a DNA analysis,
add a little surveillance...
Huck. She's a nice, normal girl.
Normal feels weird.
I need more room for my law books.
What law books?
The ones I'd have in my office
if I had more space.
One of us needs Stephen's office.
No one is getting that office.
It can't just sit there empty.
Like some monument
to Stephen forever.
If you'd rather not choose
between them, I could always...
- Yeah.
- Nice try.
Why is someone
sending you sheet music?
And a check for & 100,000.
Who's it from?
Doesn't say.
Don Giovanni.
We producing operas now?
It's not just Mozart.
Classic spycraft.
Goes all the way back to the Abwehr.
They're Nazi Intelligence.
Whoever did this is old-school.
QUINN: Is that Morse code?
It's not that simple,
but it's the same principle.
No matter how high-tech things get,
analog's always the best way to go.
HARRISON: What's it say?
This right here, that's "Protect them."
Protect who?
- These are names.
- OLIVIA: Names of who?
- Spies. I think.
- Spies?
How can you tell they're spies?
Because this name here, that's me.
Postmark on the envelope reads
Ann Arbor, stamped two days ago.
There's an AP story about
a public suicide that day.
A man shot himself in the head
right out on the street, broad daylight.
A Robert Brooks.
Ring a bell, Huck?
There's a photo.
That's Crosby.
Who's Crosby, or who was...
He was my case officer in B613.
What's B613?
Quinn.
This is bad. This is very bad.
HARRISON: Why shoot himself
in public?
Is that some kind of Way of
the Samurai honor killing business?
He did it in public so we'd know.
Know it wasn't a hit. Otherwise...
This is very, very bad.
I knew he was a spy but...
QUINN: Wait. Like a James Bond
Spy-Who-Came-in-From-the-Cold
spy spy?
ABB Y: Not like fiction, like reality.
Huck was a trained killer spy.
I don't think "was" enters into it.
Once a killer spy,
always a killer spy, right?
QUINN: So all these other names,
are they also killer spies?
Huck.
Huck, what are you doing?
I have to go. Now.
OLIVIA: Go? Go where?
It's safer for you if you don't know.
So, goodbye.
Huck! Stop.
We are in my wheelhouse now, okay?
B613 was a top-secret,
off-the-books program
funded by the CIA.
I'm supposed to be a ghost.
If my name, and not my real name,
but Huck, my name,
the alias that goes with this life
at Pope and Associates,
if my name is on a list,
it's time to disappear.
Those are the rules. So I can't stop.
Crosby sent the list to me.
The check is in my name, too.
So whatever this is, whatever
I'm supposed to protect you against,
it's in my wheelhouse, not yours.
And that means we can fix this.
- Liv...
- Trust me.
Let me take care of this.
Let me take care of you.
Okay?
I can give you 24 hours.
Okay.
Ears to the ground, people.
Let's work our sources,
National Security, media, CIA,
see if anything's brewing.
See what might have
the spooks spooked.
No one enjoys a print-licking.
But a tarring doled out
by what I hear is your boyfriend?
We're married, actually.
Your wife, then.
Husband.
Sorry. I assumed you were
the, you know, fella in that deal.
Husband as well.
Two husbands.
I wasn't trying to imply nothing
about what y'all get up to.
None of my... Never mind.
Make your point, Hollis.
- Whatever you call him...
- Husband. I call him my husband.
You'd best get a handle on the boy.
And shut that noise down.
James, my husband,
is a professional journalist,
an excellent one at that.
I can no more dictate what he reports
than he can tell me
what to advise the President.
Writing about how I stroll around the
White House like I own the damn place.
How's that not true?
How are you, right now, in my office?
You don't have an appointment.
How is that not strutting around
like you please?
I take the point.
Now you take mine.
My problems are your problems.
And if things blow up, in the end,
they'll be his.
You and your husband
call each other whatever you please.
But put your wife on a leash.
Nigel Sarnoff.
International master hacker.
No one's ever seen his face.
No one knows his real identity.
Responsible for seven major
classified document dumps
since making his cyber-scene debut
in 2002.
He exposed thousands
of diplomatic communiqu?s
going back three decades.
Did the same thing to the
Defense Department two years ago.
Which led to endless hearings,
dishonorable discharges...
They popped champagne at the
Pentagon when he was reported dead.
According to the web, that was staged.
Sarnoff's been underground
for two years.
And based on all the hacker chatter,
now he's back.
Set to release something big.
Something imminent.
Sounds like it's the intel community's
turn in the spotlight.
Huck?
I need to know, if info on B613
goes public, how bad is it?
Let's just say we did things.
Things that would make it hard for you
to sing the national anthem and mean it.
In the name of national security,
we were the bad guys.
How do we find him? Sarnoff.
He's careful. And he's got an army
of hackers covering his tracks.
And lawyers, too, I'd bet.
Find out who represents him.
Sarnoff is a big fish client.
There are only six attorneys in town
he could be working with.
Find out which one, get me a meeting.
Counselor. Nice place.
MAN: Neutral turf.
Where's Nigel Sarnoff?
He's right here.
(DISTORTED VOICE) Ms. Pope. I'm an
admirer, despite our divergent agendas.
Meaning?
You earn your keep suppressing truth,
while I live to expose it.
In this case, you're blowing
the cover of the B613 participants.
Ruining the lives of people
who've long since retired.
From torture, coups, assassinations.
These are hardly innocents, Ms. Pope.
They have blood on their hands.
So what are you waiting for, then?
The next news cycle,
when the G8 Summit has concluded
and our world leaders
have returned home.
Surely you'd agree this revelation
about government corruption
deserves the public's utmost attention.
Good day, Ms. Pope.
Who at the Agency knew about B613?
No one. Crosby ran it as a separate unit.
We were walled off.
How many names are
on that list besides yours?
Five.
We need to bring them in.
These people, they all do what I do.
They're professionals. You understand?
I understand.
You don't want them here.
Sarnoff's bluffing.
He doesn't have the goods yet.
If he did, he would've
released them already.
So if no one else
knew about the program,
one of the names on that list
is someone who's going to give him
documentation of B613
in the very near future.
So however it works,
however you call them in,
I need you to do it now.
Because one of those spies is the leak,
and we're gonna find out which one.
(STATIC HISSING)
(CHILDREN'S MUSIC PLAYING)
WOMAN: Five. One.
(DISTORTED) Eight. Seven.
Three. Five. One. Eight.
(STATIC HISSING)
What is that?
(LOWERS VOLUME)
Shortwave radio. A numbers station.
Our number station. B613's.
Is it some kind of spy code?
HUCK: They give you a frequency
and, every day, you listen.
ABB Y: That sounds fake.
HUCK: It's not fake.
Spies listen to the radio.
Anything high-tech, you can break into,
but the radio,
you can't trace where it comes from,
you can't trace who's listening.
The radio is how we talk to each other.
How all the spies talk to each other,
all around the world.
You listen every day,
and every day, there's no message.
Years go by, decades,
and there's no message.
But then one day you listen,
and the code word comes.
Then what happens?
It's time to come home.
(INCREASES VOLUME)
Five. One. Eight.
(TV VOLUME MUTED)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
I'm heading home.
Keep an eye on Huck?
Things are getting weird
in this office, Liv.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Quinn's the Molotov Mistress, who's
just barely stopped asking questions.
Huck's an assassin you have
all kinds of secret meetings with.
That office is some kind of shrine
to a guy who quit half a year ago,
and Abby's sleeping
with AUSA David Rosen.
It is getting weird in here.
What do you need?
Harrison...
What do you need?
Whatever it is that's going on,
whatever it is you're thinking about
when you're sitting in here
all by yourself,
tell me what you need and I will do it.
No matter what.
You don't want to get involved.
- I owe you.
- You don't.
The night I got arrested,
you came and sat with me
in a holding cell, for hours.
I owe you.
It was my job.
Don't insult me by calling me your job,
'cause I'm not your job.
I'm your family, I'm your gladiator,
and that is not a job to me.
That's who I am.
Right now you need me,
so no questions asked,
no matter what, whatever you need.
Give me some marching orders, Liv.
Abby and David can't be together,
I can't tell you why, but they can't.
Consider it handled.
Her ex-husband used to beat her.
(VOICE BREAKS) You might want
to use that.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
- Hello?
- BILLY: It's me.
Front page of the Times.
Oh.
Oh, James has been a bad boy.
- Cyrus...
- Hollis wasn't happy.
Hollis has been unhappy since...
Since Defiance.
Yeah.
I'm worried for James.
Yeah. I know what you mean.
It's his job, Liv.
If I intervene, if I hurt him,
he will hate me.
It doesn't matter, because,
in the long run, it saves his life.
Keeping him from looking into Hollis
saves his life.
You do what needs to be done,
no matter what.
Good night.
Cy?
Yup?
How is he?
He's fine. He's in London.
He met the Queen.
Apparently, he told her a joke
and she laughed.
They have it on film.
She never laughs so...
He's fine.
(CHUCKLES)
Good night.
Good night.
(SIGHS)
Teresa Dunn?
I just want to be clear.
I'm only doing this for the money.
David Rosen is a good guy.
Thirty seconds out.
Do spies tend to be
fashionably late, or...
Punctual. Always punctual.
- Don't.
- I'm getting an aspirin.
You're getting a gun.
They'll know you're packing
and they'll kill you.
Do what he says.
Oh, so now we're taking orders
from a killer.
You're taking orders from me.
- They're here.
- I don't hear anything.
(ELEVATOR WHIRRING)
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
Oh, I'm sorry.
I must've pushed the wrong button.
Wink.
Spin?
I need you scrubbed.
I'm a mother of three.
You think I still carry?
(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)
Fine.
There's a conference room in the back.
Wait there for the others.
Spin?
It was my nickname.
- What's it mean?
- I'm not gonna say.
She goes by the name Maggie Andrews.
Lives in Atlanta with
her tax attorney husband
and their three little girls.
Why's she called Wink?
She was a sniper.
Whenever I saw her,
one of her eyes was closed.
Tell me more about
the guy she's talking to.
HUCK: That's Paul Gray.
When I worked with him in the '90s,
he spoke 17 languages and could
kill a man in at least that many ways.
HARRISON: And now he's a professor?
HUCK: Upstate New York. Divorced.
Probably from sleeping
with his students.
And the guy with the prescription pad
in his pocket?
That's Melvin Feen.
He was able to go days without sleep,
and that wasn't even his real talent.
QUINN: What was his real talent?
HUCK: Knowing how much
pain a person
could tolerate before it killed them.
ABB Y: Sounds like a charmer.
And then there's Betsy Ray. Matches.
Betsy owns a B&B in Vermont.
But back when we worked together...
ABB Y: Let me guess.
She lit things on fire.
HUCK: Didn't matter
what the target was,
she could always make it
look like an accident.
And that leaves who?
Charlie.
I don't know what he's been up to lately,
but Charlie's who they called when
they needed someone disappeared.
- Hey.
- Hey.
And if you had to guess which one is
going to leak the documents to Sarnoff?
That's hard to say.
CHARLIE: When is Sarnoff
planning to publish?
OLIVIA: Twelve hours, give or take.
So we go right back to where
we were 10 years ago? On the run?
MAGGIE: I have kids.
My oldest is six, my youngest
is barely out of diapers,
they're little, I'm married.
I have arthritis.
I just got tenure. And I like my life now.
I like who I am. I like this name,
my house, my friends, my students.
I have arthritis. I'm not running.
Which is why we all need
to work together to stop this thing.
Me by working my high level contacts.
You by resisting whatever urge
you may have
to resolve this problem criminally.
Why?
Because it's not who you are anymore.
B613 is over.
You've made progress in your lives.
You've earned back
a piece of your souls.
Even if you were able
to find Sarnoff and kill him,
he's got an army of hackers
to take his place.
You'd always be hunting the next target.
Maybe you'd be able to keep
your name, but otherwise,
it'd be just like being on the run.
Is that understood?
Good.
You'll hear from me
when there's something to report.
Until then, no one leaves this room.
Who are you calling?
My babysitter.
It looks like we're gonna be here a while.
(MAGGIE SPEAKING SPANISH)
What?
Nothing.
I'm just thinking about
all that progress we've made.
(WHISTLES) This is a nice office!
Beautiful office!
Mmm. Who wouldn't
wanna keep this office?
Since you love it so much...
Look, one of these people is the leak
and we have to figure out who.
Huck will be our eyes
and ears inside the room.
Abby and I will be on background.
Aren't these people
all masters of deception?
But their new lives might provide clues
as who may be the source of the leak.
Maybe someone's in financial trouble,
spending money they don't have,
buying things that might suggest
they're about to skip town.
- We'll start with public records.
- OLIVIA: Good.
Quinn, you monitor outgoing calls.
Huck's set up a surveillance feed
in his office.
(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)
Ever feel guilty about what we did?
Me? It's funny.
I went back to med school thinking that,
you know,
maybe I would save a few lives,
I would make up for the ones I took.
And then I realized the real reason
I wanted to be a doctor,
to cut people up.
Is that my fault,
or the government
who turned me into a monster?
I don't know. I try not to think about it.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Ah, excuse me.
Dr. Blanchard.
Yes, I have the prescription right here.
It's RX#002301151198.
22 pills, 350 milligrams each.
Did he deliberately skip out on the bill
or did he forget to pay?
Give me his number, I'll call him.
It's a 10-page essay on Milton.
If she can't handle that,
she shouldn't be taking the course.
Well, that depends. Is she cute?
MAGGIE: Two goals?
Honey, that is amazing!
You promise to tell me all about it
when I get home tomorrow?
I don't have anybody to call.
Becky, it's me. Just calling to say hey...
So if you want to, just give me a call.
Bye.
OLIVIA: I need to know, Edison,
is the government willing
to acknowledge
and protect the agents
who took part in the B613 program?
And don't tell me there's no such thing.
Your delusions are just shy of charming.
I got you back on the Intel Committee...
After getting me kicked off!
I don't need to know specifics.
Are you asking me as a friend or a fixer?
- Both.
- Wrong answer.
Our days of mixing business
and pleasure are over.
It's one or the other from here on out.
Okay, I'm asking as a fixer.
Wrong answer again.
(SIGHS)
I'll call you.
Why in the 21 st century
am I looking at documents
- on a machine that has a knob?
- (CHUCKLES)
All I'm saying is,
you'd think a few of my tax dollars
could've gone towards a scanner.
This is a waste of time.
We're not gonna find anything
in the public record.
These guys are professional liars.
Their backgrounds are perfect.
Speaking of backgrounds,
have you done your due diligence
on your boyfriend yet?
Don't give me any of that
"Harrison, I don't know
what you're talking about" business,
because you've been coming in late,
you've been smiling
and you and David Rosen are a thing.
So have you looked into him yet?
What do you mean "looked into him"?
Like a background check?
Listen. I know I was getting on you
about Stephen's office before,
but I love you like a sister.
I just want to make sure that anyone
you're with is worthy of you, that's all.
All right, we're down to eight hours.
We should call around
and find out where he's hiding.
Just in case.
Olivia's on it. Be patient.
Patient? Please.
Every minute we waste around here
is another minute that sewer rat
goes deeper underground.
Sarnoff isn't our problem.
She's right. Our problem is the source.
We find whoever's leaking that material,
it doesn't matter what Sarnoff does.
Except no one inside the Agency
knew about B613 except Crosby,
and his brains are on a mailbox.
Six other people knew about B613.
Six other people could be the leak.
And they're all sitting here in this room.
OLIVIA: How's Huck doing?
He's okay, for now. And you?
I hit a wall. It's time for Plan B.
- I'll be there soon.
- Wait.
How soon? Like in an hour soon?
Quinn, you can do this.
You just need to keep everyone happy.
Distract them, whatever it takes.
- I'll be there...
- Soon.
(GASPS)
David's not a bad guy, he's a good guy.
For once, in my whole life,
I got the good guy, you know?
Whatever else he may be,
he's a good guy.
Okay, don't look into him, then.
But don't come running to me when...
Quinn?
They didn't give up all their guns.
The source is here. In this room.
I can make a strong case it's Charlie,
but I might just shoot him instead.
I served with Charlie.
Charlie's a believer.
I will give you three seconds to...
- How about we put the guns down?
- Stay out of this, pretty boy.
- I'm out of it.
- I'm dead serious, Melvin!
Will shooting each other solve anything?
Yes. We all die. There's no leak.
- I'm okay with that.
- Beats living in fear.
Me, too, as long as Charlie goes first.
MAGGIE: You'll be a very close second.
You're all too good at what you do
to sort this out using interrogation.
And this Plan B
that you got up and running,
is guaranteed mutual destruction.
But lucky for you,
there's another plan in place
and her name is Olivia Pope,
and she'll be here any minute.
And here you all thought
you had a problem.
(CHUCKLES) You don't.
It's being handled by the best.
So let's put them down. Hmm?
On three. One.
Huck, be a leader. Two.
Now everyone.
Three.
Great.
Now just hand me your weapons and...
Okay, cool. You hang onto those.
And just hang tight.
She'll be here any minute.
QUINN: Oh, my God, Harrison,
that was...
Big office talk is what that was.
I'll admit, it was very brave and...
Big office, baby.
Liv is coming back soon, right?
I don't know.
But she has a plan, though, right?
I think so.
You think so?
She's a vague person! Very vague!
Whatever it is, it better work.
'Cause this suit is way too nice
to be marred by holes and blood.
(EXHALES)
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Honey!
Come in, come in.
I've never been in here before.
It's very oval.
And smaller than you'd think, right?
(CHUCKLES)
Would you sit?
You're trying to intimidate me
with the Oval Office.
I know you've always wanted
to come in here. That's all.
You're buttering me up.
I'm buttering you up.
Yeah. Why?
I wanted to thank you
for writing that article.
I'm serious. You did me a big favor.
Because now I have an excuse to ban
that racist, sexist, homophobic
son of a bitch from the White House
on the basis of optics
and not just personal distaste.
But...
I'm gonna lose my job.
The President is going to fire me
if your articles on Hollis Doyle continue.
Not tomorrow but soon.
Because I'm making him look bad
and I can't be trusted not to leak quotes
to my husband.
Cyrus, I did not know...
I won't ask you
to stop writing about Hollis Doyle.
I wouldn't do that.
I love you and I'm proud of you.
(VOICE BREAKING) But I
need you to know
how you writing about Hollis Doyle
affects me.
I will not write about him anymore.
I won't. Okay? I won't.
I don't mean to cry...
No, it's okay, I understand.
I'm sorry. I won't.
(EXHALES)
Oh. I have a briefing. I have to...
Yeah. Of course you do...
- I'll see you at...
- Home.
- Yes. I love you.
- I love you, too.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(NORMAL VOICE) The things
I have to do...
(GRUNTS)
OLIVIA: If you release this,
your lawyer is dead.
What?
If this comes out, there'll be
half a dozen highly trained assassins
who'll want revenge, and Barry here
is perhaps the only person in the world
who knows where you are.
I don't know where he is!
(DISTORTED VOICE) Let me explain
something to you, Ms. Pope.
Yourjob is to spin and gloss over.
Stop!
I am trying to save your life!
I do not know where Sarnoff is!
Barry, they will find you.
They will torture you.
They'll get what they need from you
and then they will kill you.
All I know is I released
the money two hours ago!
- To who?
- A bank account.
- Whose account?
- I don't know.
All I know is the bank account number.
Write it down.
OLIVIA: I got a bank routing number.
CH0023011
5119822350.
(LOWERED VOICE) Those first
two letters? That means it's Swiss.
Which means...
You can't hack a Swiss bank account.
Especially not in the two hours
we have left.
We can do a lot in two hours, Huck.
No we can't. Game over.
Go home, Liv.
I am not... You can't just leave.
You can't just disappear forever
without saying goodbye.
(VOICE BREAKING) I can't just
never see you again.
- Huck...
- I won't.
Leave without saying goodbye, I won't.
But go home.
Please. Don't come back to the office.
Go home.
We're in my wheelhouse now.
HUCK: This is the Swiss bank account
that Sarnoff paid money to.
That prescription you called in, Doc.
Your Rx number.
Yes, I have the prescription right here.
Yes. It's RX#...
00230115...
1198.
Twenty-two tablets.
Of Phozerol.
350 milligrams each.
350 milligrams each.
- In the storage locker, just like he said.
- Good.
- You need to go home.
- What about...
Abby, Quinn, Olivia, they're home.
My friends and I need some alone time.
Hmm.
He got there in time?
He got there in time.
Oh, thank God.
- Hallelujah.
- Terrific.
So, now it's just a matter
of tying up loose ends.
No.
All right, if you won't, I will...
No, Charlie. You won't.
There's this girl I like. Her name is...
You know what, I'm not gonna
tell you what her name is,
because you're all like me.
We shouldn't know
each other's weaknesses.
But I like her.
And she's good.
She doesn't ask a lot of questions but...
I know her really well
'cause she's normal,
but she will never know me.
I'm a soldier.
Technically, we are soldiers.
We served our country.
But nobody gets to know that.
There's no parade. There are no medals.
So we come home
and we try to have normal lives.
But what is normal?
I really, really like killing people.
It's beautiful. Right?
They taught us to love it
and then they took it away
and they left us with...
Melvin just wanted someone to know.
He wanted to stop pretending
to be something he wasn't.
He just wanted to feel free,
to feel normal.
And wouldn't we all give anything
to feel normal?
Melvin's just...
He's one of us.
(SIGHS)
Hippy dippy Huck.
Who knew?
(GRUNTS)
Wish you'd gone all Oprah before
you whipped out that drill last...
(GUNSHOT)
It was a nice speech, Spin. Really.
We better start cleaning up.
PAUL: I have some plastic bags
in the car.
I'll see if I can find some rags.
CHARLIE: I'll get the oil drum.
You're still here.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
I don't want to know what happened.
Don't tell me.
I just care that you're still here.
I couldn't handle it if...
You're important to me.
It's short for Spinster.
What is?
Spin.
That's where the nickname came from.
They never thought I'd meet somebody.
(EXHALES)
(RUSTLING)
Abby, I waited up for you but you never...
Abby?
Abby, what are you...
I'm pretty sure it's here,
I just have to find it!
Find what, Abby?
Abby! Talk to me!
Got it.
Abby...
Okay, yeah. Let's talk.
Teresa Dunn. 37 years old.
Although when you met her,
she was much younger.
She worked at the Georgetown Tavern
when you were in law school.
You asked her out on several occasions.
Finally she said yes.
You dated for three months.
What does my ex from 20 years ago
have to do with...
Hospital photos
of Teresa Dunn's injuries.
Where did you get those?
Hard to find what with you being
a powerful AUSA and all.
And the son of a judge.
What, did daddy clear your record
so you could pass the bar?
She fell down a flight of stairs...
(SIGHS) She fell. She fell.
We were having an argument, yes.
But she took off
and fell down those stairs. She fell.
I didn't touch her.
Hmm. Where have I heard that before?
Oh, yes. I fell, too.
Oh, Abby...
(CRYING) The best part of this is that,
this photo of me,
I found it here,
in your pile of investigative crap.
Did you investigate me
before you slept with me or after?
Before. Before we ever met at that bar.
I was investigating everyone
at Pope and Associates. You know that!
But you only slept with one.
The stupid one.
The vulnerable one,
who wouldn't know she was being used
because she has terrible taste in men.
You realize
you're talking crazy right now.
I never touched Teresa Dunn.
Ask her. Find her and ask her!
I met her for coffee last night.
And she was telling me stuff,
stuff I wouldn't have believed,
but I was looking right in her eyes
and she was crying
and I felt it in my gut.
And like Olivia says, your gut tells
you everything you need to know.
Yeah.
Abby, Teresa Dunn is lying
and I don't know why.
But that's not what upsets me.
What upsets me is that
you haven't even given me a chance.
It hasn't even occurred to you that I
might be worth the benefit of the doubt.
You're a bad guy.
You look like a good guy but you're not.
I gave you a drawer...
Oh!
You touch me again, I will kill you,
and I mean that.
(CRIES)
(GOSPEL MUSIC PLAYING)
ABB Y: I was sleeping
with David Rosen.
And I knew it would hurt you
and I'm sorry.
It's okay.
It's not okay!
You're my friend.
(CRYING) I was mean to you,
I was horrible, I'm sorry.
I'm just so sorry.
It's gonna be okay, Abby.
(SNIFFLES) Trust me.
- It's gonna be okay.
- Yeah.
I can't believe I finally have
my own office.
And the first thing I'm getting?
A couch. A real couch.
What happened? Is she okay?
She'll be fine.
(STATIC)
You must be the Fergusons.
Come on in.
I have the Leaf Peeper Suite all ready.
You're gonna enjoy your visit here.
William Kennedy said
One Hundred Years of Solitude
was the first piece of literature
since the Book of Genesis
that should be required reading
for the entire human race.
I'm gonna get you! I'm gonna get you!
I'm gonna...
Oh, I got you! I got you!
Hey, it's me.
Yeah, well, I'm back in town.
Thinking about staying a while.
Maybe get back into business.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
I have popcorn and wine for you,
an Italian sub
and a bottle of scotch for me,
and two movies.
We can either watch
Angelina Jolie with a gun
or Angelina Jolie with a different gun.
Both are excellent.
Or we go back to debating Presidents.
Invite me in. It's time.
Because I am a man
and I don't play games
and you and I are very good together.
So you let me in now or I walk away.
(CRYING)
Liv?
Liv, are you okay?
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