Scandal (2012–2018): Season 2, Episode 9 - Blown Away - full transcript

Olivia helps the vice president.

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Uh, once again, some three hours ago,
President Grant was shot.

OLIVIA: Previously on Scandal...

The FBI is issuing a high alert.

And they do have
a description of a suspect.

- Miss Pope?
- Yes.

- Are you...
- Back? Yes.

I'm back. For as long as you need me.

The Vice President is making a play.

She's spent the last two hours
lobbying Cabinet members

about signing over
the Presidency to her.

She what?



REED: President Sally Langston
makes history today

as the first female Commander-in-Chief.

Good morning.

First, let me say, that all that I have
I would give not to be here today.

Like all of you, my thoughts and prayers

are with the President
and his wife and children.

The doctors at James Madison
Hospital have informed me

that President Grant's
condition remains critical.

The doctors have been candid.

And I will be, too.

They hope the President
will wake up within a few days.

If and when he does,

they may not know the extent
of the damage to his brain

for at least a couple of weeks.



Maybe longer.

In the meantime,
we have extended the manhunt

for the person or persons responsible

for the attack on the President.

I have directed the leaders of the
FBI, Homeland Security and the CIA

to pursue every avenue,
run every thread to ground,

until we have captured
whoever is responsible

- for this evil act.
- (BREATHES HEAVILY)

The person they're looking for?

The one they think shot the President?

That's me.

(PROJECTOR AND CAMERA
SHUTTER CLICKING)

I'm gonna need to talk
to Colonel Jessup over at MDW.

He's the Chief of Ceremonies
and Special Events.

- Call DHS and Justice.
- (CELL PHONE RINGING)

Tell them to be here
at 1:00 p.m. For a briefing.

Hold on. What?

- You need to get back here.
- I can't.

In fact I'm staying on for a while longer.

- I'm not asking you.
- Whatever it is, deal with it.

- I'm not asking you...
- What is it?

I can't say. Open line.

Harrison. I'm in the middle of something,
I will call you...

Get your ass back here, now!

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

I'll be back in an hour.

(PROJECTOR AND CAMERA
SHUTTER CLICKING)

Huck.

I think she relapsed.
We need to find her.

You have to help me.

(VOICE ECHOING)
I messed up, I'm in trouble, Huck.

I'm...

You have to come.

She's in a lot of trouble.

Back up. When did Becky call you?

Oh. Yesterday, or the day before,
I was talking to Quinn and...

It was registered to Verna Thornton.
The Supreme Court justice.

She's one of Olivia's clients, right?

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

(RING)

(BEEP)

Becky? What's wrong?

She was crying. Scared.

I don't know what to do.
Will you come get me, please?

She gave me a room number.
And I went.

To the Stanworth.

Room 807.

The door was open.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Becky?

But she wasn't there.

(BEEPS AND WHIRS)

(MULTIPLE GUNSHOTS)

(CROWD SCREAMING)

I'm new to the field
of remote-controlled sniper rifles.

Is there a trade magazine they send out
to enthusiasts, psychopaths, assassins?

There's a camera in the scope.

The movement operates
on a radio signal.

It's the same technology you use
to fly model airplanes.

You could find it in any toy store,
electronics store.

It's untraceable.

What's its range?

Depends on if they bounced the signal,
it could be 50 feet,

it could be two states away.

- What did you do?
- What I'm trained to do.

I couldn't find the fifth cartridge,

but I couldn't spare another second,

so I ran down the stairs
and snuck out at the service entrance.

(ALARM BLARING)

Why disable the gun? Why take it?

If someone found you with it...

It could help us find who did this
and who took Becky.

Every gun has a story.

What did you do with it?

So that's the...

That's the gun that shot the President.

Rebecca Flynn.
Born January 17th, 1982.

Freelance graphic designer.

Works out of a shared space
on Ninth Street.

Attends AA meetings at a church
on Florida Avenue. It's where we met.

- She's an alcoholic?
- Cocaine.

You're an alcoholic?

I have an addiction.
But not to drugs or alcohol.

OLIVIA: When was the last time
you saw her?

Thursday morning.

- And you've known her how long?
- Three months.

Huck. I know you love this girl,
but I have to ask.

Is there any chance she was involved
in setting you up?

No. I'm trained to detect lying.

And all that aside, I know her.

I know she would never do that to me.

Never. She's in trouble.

Someone grabbed her
to lure her to that hotel.

They knew I would come for her.
Someone has her.

Someone professional,
who kills for a living,

who's good enough to do it
with a remote sniper rifle.

Someone like you?

That's what you mean, right?
Someone like you?

- Quinn.
- I need to find Becky.

Before they decide
she's disposable and...

She's a nice person. I need to find her.

Okay. So we find her. Connect the dots,

find out who she talked to,
where she went...

- I'm going, too.
- No, you stay here.

There's no way in hell.

You're the most wanted man in America.

The FBI has sketches
of you everywhere.

You stay here. You do not move.
You do not leave this office.

Huck. Look at me.

Look at me.

Do not leave this office.

The FBI sketch is based on
one individual's description

on what is being described, thus far,

as a person of interest
in the events surrounding

the shooting of President Grant
and Britta Kagen.

For further details of the investigation,

I'd like to turn the podium over

to the Attorney General
and her team of investigators.

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)

David.

The sketch is the result of an eyewitness
who saw the suspect with the red hoodie

pull the fire alarm on the eighth floor.

We're going through hotel
security footage now to look for leads.

Facial recognition software
is being used

to seek a match
with every record available.

I'm leaving the Cabinet briefings,

and the White House
schedule on your desk.

Also the minutes from
yesterday's NSA meetings.

I figure I would patch you into

the White House for any intel updates.

Don't bother.

Just because President Langston...
I'm sorry.

Just because that woman
kicked you out of your office

doesn't mean you can't move
to another office in the White House.

I have another office, Mary.
You're standing in it.

And I'm not leaving here
until President Grant,

the only President of this great nation,
leaves his hospital bed.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

WOMAN ON TV: ... the shooter
most likely has been trained...

Are you getting that?

- No.
- Mary.

That's your home phone.
I don't answer your home phone.

Because, unlike you,
I still work at the White House.

(DOOR OPENS)
(RING)

(RING)

Hello.

Mrs. Novak?

No, I'm not at work.

(COUGHS)

Yes, I... (SIGHS)

Yes, I know
with everything that's going on

you would think they need me,
but they don't.

So I have time to talk
to my very favorite mother-in-law.

Yes, I hope the President
pulls through, too.

No, James isn't here right now.
He's at work.

Yup, they need him at work.

Did you want me
to give him a message?

His next visit?
I don't know, probably not for a while.

Because he was just
up there last weekend.

James did not come and visit you
and his dad this past weekend?

No.

I guess that's my mistake.

Yes, I'll have him call
as soon as he gets back home.

I'm standing in your cubicle.
Where are you?

My dad's having one of those days

where he thinks I'm his Uncle Krystof.

I'm sorry to hear that. Anything I can do?

No. If it's okay with you, though,

I think I'll spend the night here.

Of course. Yeah. Whatever you need.

Thanks.

Bye.

(BEEP)

- James.
- David. Hey.

- What happened to you?
- What do you mean?

You told me last night
you found something in Ohio,

but you didn't say what it was,

and now you're not returning my calls.

Is it something about Cytron?

Look, I really can't
talk about this right now.

Why?

Because it's complicated. Especially...

Especially in light of this.

The assassination attempt?

I know that sounds vague,
but you just have to trust me.

Fine. But if it has anything to do
with the President getting shot,

anything at all...

You'll be the first to know.

Madam President,
I am humbled and truly honored

to stand before the first female

President of these United States.

Very kind.

Ma'am, I'm not one
to speak out of school...

But, oh, well, hell, excuse my French,

we both know if I'm breathin'
I'm speakin' out of school.

But it's my pure belief

you didn't get your proper due as VP.
There, said.

My position has had its challenges.

Now can we get
to your business, Hollis?

Whatever stretch
the Almighty has in mind

for you to now lead this great land,

be it a week, a month, or longer,

you were put here for a purpose,
sure as he made the world.

And that purpose
is to make yourself some history.

That is, if you're so inclined.

Might be time
to pay a visit to Verna Thornton.

(PROJECTOR AND CAMERA
SHUTTER CLICKING)

Nothing knocked over, or even askew.

If Becky was abducted,
it wasn't from here.

Still holding?

The President was shot,
they're a little busy at Justice.

But don't worry. My guy's solid.
Owes me big time.

Yeah, Jim. Listen.

That security footage
at the Stanworth Hotel

before and after the shooting.

I'm gonna need a copy.
So I'm gonna have to call in that favor.

Dude, I made that DUI go away.
I saved you 12 grand.

No, this is exactly the kind of thing

people mean when they say, "I owe you."

Wait, wait...

- (BEEP)
- He hung up.

Wow. Mr. Big Time.

They're on lockdown.
They're not releasing

anything to anyone for any reason.

I may have someone I can call.

(KE YBOARD KE YS CLICKING)

Any luck with the hotel security feed?

The FBI pulled it.
I'm seeing if they have it cached.

(SIGHS) I guess we're
both patsies, then.

Me, for the Cytron explosion.

You for shooting the President.

Makes you wonder if they're related.

What do you mean?

I mean whoever set me up
for the Cytron explosion

must have been pretty unhappy
I slipped through their fingers.

If they knew you were
the guy who took me...

First of all they'd be pissed.
But more importantly,

if they did their homework,
they'd know you were ex-CIA,

and who better to pin
an assassination on

than someone who's
been tossed aside by the government?

So who were they, Huck?

- Who set me up?
- I don't know.

You don't know
because you never asked,

or you don't know
because you're still pretending

it wasn't you who flew me cross country
in Verna Thornton's jet

and dumped me in a D.C. Hotel room
with a brand new identity?

I never asked.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

A woman tells you to kidnap someone
and you don't ask why?

Is Olivia Pope really worth
that kind of loyalty?

My girlfriend is missing
and I'm trying to find her.

Are you gonna help me or not?

(TYPING ON KE YBOARD)

Hey.

Hey.

Hotel security footage
for the last 72 hours.

Thanks.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Becky's only been at her job
for three months.

Her credit cards
all opened three months ago?

And get this,
she's been dating Huck for exactly...

Three months.

Abby? What is it?

She went into the hotel alone.

She could have been meeting
her dealer upstairs.

There's no way to tell.

Security cameras on
the eighth floor were all messed with.

Huck, I checked her phone.

No calls to or from any dealers.

Or anyone for that matter.
Only you, Huck.

For the entire three months
she had that phone, she only called you.

That doesn't prove anything.
She was getting sober.

She left her whole life behind
and moved here to get sober.

She doesn't have a lot of friends.

We checked her bank statements.
She kept exactly the amount

she needed to pay rent
and utilities in that account.

Never wrote any other checks.

Huck,

Becky doesn't exist.

- Yes, she does.
- She set you up, Huck.

No. She'd never do that.

I'm sorry.

You made a mistake. I'm gonna find her.

Olivia said you don't leave here.

- Who's gonna stop me?
- You don't leave here.

I am a trained killer.

Do you understand that?

You leave here,
you gotta go through me.

You missed something.

You are wrong about Becky.
So you are of no help to me.

None of you.

I'm taking care of this myself.

(PROJECTOR AND CAMERA
SHUTTER CLICKING)

(THUDDING)

(HOLLOW THUD)

(PROJECTOR AND CAMERA
SHUTTER CLICKING)

(PROJECTOR CLICKS)

(CLICK)

(CLICK)

(CLICK)

(MONITOR BEEPING RHYTHMICALLY)

Madam President.

Hello, Justice Thornton.

I heard you were feeling
under the weather.

Though "under the weather"
really doesn't quite cover it, does it?

Is there something I can do for you?

You can take care of yourself.

For your own good.
For the good of the country.

You can focus on your health,

concentrate your energies
on getting better.

Such a stressful job can't be good
for you at a time like this.

I'm not stepping down from the bench.

Justice Thornton, your President
is making a request of you.

Wouldn't be patriotic not to acquiesce.

You're gonna be President
for about the next 15 minutes.

And then your time will be done.

And I will still be on the bench.

If I have to rule
from the confines of an iron lung,

I will be on the bench.

The seat your butt is filling
on the Supreme Court

belongs to me to fill as I see fit.

It was promised to me
during the campaign.

It is mine. And I mean to have it.

And for someone other than
a left-wing, baby-killing,

homosexual-loving godless creature
such as yourself.

I want it now.

And you will give it to me.
Because if you don't,

I will leak to one of your
liberal media papers

that you have terminal cancer.

That you had terminal cancer
during the confirmation hearings.

That you lied by omission
about having terminal cancer

to the American people.

That the drugs
coursing through your system,

including the medical marijuana pills
you take at night,

may possibly have clouded
your judicial judgment.

I will call into question
every decision you have ever made

from the bench of
the highest court in the land.

I will disgrace you
in the eyes of your peers

and in the annals of history.

I will ruin what little time
you have left on this Earth.

And I will be right to do so because
it is the God's honest truth.

Step down from the bench, Verna.

I'm asking you nicely.

(PROJECTOR AND CAMERA
SHUTTER CLICKING)

It's nice that you came home for lunch.

Well, I have to admit

I was little worried about what
I might find when I came home.

I mean, it's been four hours
without a political hit in your veins.

I thought you might be
huddled in a corner mainlining C-SPAN

and trying to snort shredded pieces

of the Congressional Record
up your nose.

But you're fine.

I'm good. I'm very good.

A little time off was just what I needed.

So...

- How did you say your dad was doing?
- Hmm?

Your dad. You had to spend that
night at his house the other day.

And we never had a chance
to talk about it

because, well, all hell broke loose
with Fitz and the shooting.

So I was wondering
how's your father doing?

Better? Worse?

About the same, I guess.

This could really use some mustard.
You want?

No, I'm good.

There. That's him.

Same red sweatshirt
as the man seen pulling the fire alarm,

and he's heading up to the eighth floor

which is where the shots were fired from.

But no clear angle on his face.

No clear angle on his face

and the cameras
on the eighth floor were tampered with

so we don't have any footage
of him from there.

However, ma'am, if you'll focus

your attention back on the monitor...

There. See?

He picks up that woman's cell phone.

And presumably left
his fingerprints on it.

Have you located the woman yet?

We're looking for her now.

Huck's fingerprints. Find out if they're
in any government databases.

Okay, but first...

The FBI has security footage
of Huck picking up someone's phone

in the hotel elevator.

Okay, but...

If they find the phone,
they'll have his prints,

so we need to know
if they'll be able to match them.

If that's the case,
we track down this woman

and take her phone
before the FBI can get their hands on it.

Liv, Huck's gone.

What?

(GIRLS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(GIRLS LAUGH)

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 eight,

and Sarah Beth, she's 10.

So what about you?

What do you like to do?

(BILLY CHUCKLES)

(RUSTLING)

(GUN COCKS)

Hi, Huck.

What, you're not speaking to me now?

- You set me up.
- Yeah, I set you up.

Who hired you?

You know I can't tell you that.

Professional ethics.
A gal's gotta have standards.

- Who are you?
- I'm Becky.

Like Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm.

Nice to meet you,
Huck of Huckleberry Finn.

Is today the day I'm gonna die?

Because I'd like to know ahead of time.

I'm not here to kill you.
Why would I kill you?

We're the same, you and me.

Except that I shot the President.
That's a big job.

You want me to go down for this.

Don't you think if I wanted
you to go down for this,

you'd be in lockdown in the deepest,
darkest hole in Gitmo by now?

Sweetie, I could've paid for that

hotel room with your credit card.

I could've spread your DNA
all over that place.

I could've killed you,

made it look like you shot the President
and then yourself.

But I didn't.
I was supposed to, but I didn't.

- How come?
- Because I like you, Huck.

You shot the President.

- So?
- Becky.

You were in B613.
You killed three world leaders.

You made them look
like heart attacks, but still, three.

I shoot one a few times
and you're suddenly better than me?

What, I thought you were
in AA because you like to collect chips?

You like to kill people. It's what you do.
It's who you are.

Look, you're mad right now
because I had you.

Because you let
your guard down and I fooled you.

But, Huck, you're missing the point.

We're alike. You're like me.

We're the same.

We're built for each other.

So you can sit here every night

and watch your little family
eat their sandwiches

or you can come with me.

Come with me.

I'm leaving town.
We could go on the run.

Do the whole
Bonnie and Clyde for hire thing.

Just you and me.

Think about it, Huck.

(KISSES)

You know where to find me.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(PROJECTOR AND CAMERA
SHUTTER CLICKING)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

'94 du Bellay Chateauneuf du Pape.

Wow. What's the occasion?

My husband is cheating on me.

What did he say?

I'm not asking him. He's lying to me

about visiting his parents.

He loves you.

He's much younger than me,
and very handsome.

And a bit of a slut.

(LAUGHS) Cyrus.

Before he met me, he was a bit of a slut.
Which I found very sexy.

And I shouldn't have

because now my young, handsome,

slutty husband is cheating on me

and I'm going to grow old alone.

You don't know for sure he's cheating.

(CHUCKLES) I will know
for sure as soon as

my private investigator gets back to me.

- You hired a PI on him?
- Wouldn't you?

Yeah, I'm going to grow old alone.

I'm making lists.

Of Fitz's favorite songs,
bands he loves, poems he's quoted,

Bible verses that seem
to fit his personality, hymns he likes.

Sally has me planning his funeral.

Mellie's let me visit him exactly once.

Then she revoked my privileges.

I may not even get to say goodbye.

I'm gonna say this once
and I better not ever have to say it again.

Don't you ever again suggest to me

that Fitzgerald
Thomas Grant III is going to die.

That is unacceptable coming from you.

He calls you the love of his life.

Don't you dare give up on him.

(WHISPERS) Yeah.

You wanna watch the news?

- Yes, sure.
- Mm-hmm.

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

You are not going to grow old alone.

You're never alone. I'm here.

(PROJECTOR AND CAMERA
SHUTTER CLICKING)

It's blackmail.

That Bible-thumping bitch
is blackmailing me.

And I don't want to give in to her. I won't.

But I have every intention
of living long enough to resign

when there's a legitimate
President in office.

Fitz is a legitimate President.

You know what I mean...

He's lying in a hospital room,
fighting for his life

and he had nothing to do
with how he got elected.

He's a patriot and he's legitimate.

We're both in hospital rooms.

(SIGHS) Karma's a funny thing.

We're paying the price for what we did.

Liv, is there any way
out of this with Sally?

Anything I can do
to keep her from blackmailing me?

You can resign.
Step down from the bench.

Liv!

It's the only way
if you want to keep your legacy intact.

You spend the time you have left

with your family, your grandkids.

Oh, that sounds nice.

I've been seeing pictures of that fellow

wearing the red hoodie all day.

He looks a lot like Huck.

Huh.

Like I said,

karma is a funny thing.

(KE YS JANGLE)

(KE YS JANGLE AND THUD)

(SIGHS)

I'll leave with you.

Really?

We're the same.

We're built the same.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

What's your real name?

Does it matter?

No. It doesn't.

Just give me an hour to get my stuff.

- I'll meet you at our spot.
- Okay.

(PROJECTOR AND CAMERA
SHUTTER CLICKING)

Just tell me. Don't sugar-coat it.
How long has it been?

Is it serious? Did you take pictures?

I looked into it.

Your husband's
not seeing anyone on the side.

(EXHALES)

Oh, thank God.

The number on the phone
belongs to a guy named David Rosen.

David Rosen?

He's an Assistant U.S. Attorney.

Who, by the way, is straight.

Just got dumped by some redhead.
He's taking it really hard.

Anyway, he's been calling James
for some kind of information,

and as far as I can tell,
James hasn't given him anything.

Look, I don't mean to be rude,

but I'm an artist.
I'm an innovator in my field.

The retainer you're
paying me is generous,

but maybe you
don't call me up every time

your husband takes a business trip

to some tiny little town in Ohio.

What town? In Ohio.
Which tiny little town did he visit?

Defiance, near Toledo.

He charged it to his expense account.
Work, not personal.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Keep watching him.
I'll pay you whatever you want.

(TIRES PEAL)

I tracked down the woman
from the hotel elevator.

- That's good news.
- Unfortunately, so did the FBI.

They got her
and the phone he picked up.

We were too late. I'm sorry.

So, not so good news.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(RINGS AND BEEPS)

Huck, where are you?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Are you insane?

Go back to the office.
It's not safe for you here.

- I promised I'd say goodbye.
- What are you talking about?

I was in that hotel room. People saw me.

I don't care. You didn't do it.

It doesn't matter. People saw me.

If they want to hang me for this, they will.

What?

- She got to you, didn't she?
- No.

She did.
You found her and she got to you.

Huck, she shot the President.

And not just that, she shot the
President and she framed you for it.

- She was doing her job.
- Her job?

Huck, this isn't just about you anymore.

It's about a man lying in a hospital bed

because your girlfriend
shot him in the head.

A woman who's clearly using you
to protect herself

and if you can't see that, you're blind.

- Huck.
- Don't touch me.

Do I tell you who to love?

No. So don't tell me.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS
CONTINUE)

Up Independence Avenue,
swinging back on Pennsylvania.

Ms. Pope.

We're just discussing possible routes
for the funeral procession.

We're operating on the assumption

that the body
would lie in state in the Capitol Rotunda.

Tradition calls for 24 hours
for public visitation.

Yes. Of course.

Then there's the question
of open casket or closed.

I'll take that question to the First Lady.

As far as military presence
and protocol at the site,

if you'll turn to page seven,

you'll see we've arranged
a 21 -gun salute,

as well as six honor guards
to fold the casket's flag,

before presenting it to the First Lady.

(VOLUME FADES)
We've also confirmed a missing man

aerial flyover by the U.S. Air Force.

(SPEAKING INAUDIBLY)

Have you thought about
putting the casket outdoors?

He loves being outdoors.

Becky's meeting me in an hour.

As soon as she leaves her apartment,

wait 10 minutes,
then go in and plant the gun.

Copy that. Huck?

Yes?

You're doing the right thing.

Don't go in before the 10 minutes are up.

Half the time people think they've
forgotten something and come back.

(BEEP)

(PROJECTOR AND CAMERA
SHUTTER CLICKING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I'm home! Cyrus?

What are you...

Did you cook all this?

I ordered it from a restaurant.

Well, you set the table...

Amalia set the table.

She's off today but I made her come
in and set the table, which is...

I'm a Republican overlord...

Cyrus Beene.

But there's a reason.

What did you do?

A baby was born at County General
this evening at 5:42 p.m.

A girl. 5 pounds, 11 ounces.

We can bring her
home in a week, if you say yes.

- You stole a baby?
- I did not...

You bought a baby?

I pulled some strings
and got us to the front of the line,

which is wrong, very wrong.

But like I said,
I'm a Republican overlord,

and your dream is a baby, so...

(CHUCKLES)

And now you're thinking, "Why now?"

When I didn't
want a baby before, why now?

Someone shot my best friend.

He's lying in a hospital bed, dying.

Which makes me denying us a chance

to start a family seem ludicrous.

So, there's a baby girl
in County General.

And if you say yes, in one week,
she could be our daughter.

Yes.

You know I'll go back to work soon.

Yes. This is our baby.

Which means you need to stay home.

Yes.

You'll have to quit your job.

Because one parent
should be at home...

I'm not gonna stop saying yes.

Yes?

Yes.

(KISSES)

Yes, yes, yes.

Okay. Come here.

(PROJECTOR AND CAMERA
SHUTTER CLICKING)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(BEEPS)

(ERROR TONE)

WOMAN: The number
you have reached, 202- 555-0186,

has been disconnected.

(DOG BARKING)

HUCK: Becky's meeting me in an hour.

As soon as she leaves her apartment,

wait 10 minutes,
then go in and plant the gun.

HARRISON: Copy that.

Becky's meeting me in an hour.

As soon as she leaves her apartment,

wait 10 minutes,
then go in and plant the gun.

Copy that.

Becky's meeting me in an hour.

As soon as she leaves her apartment,

wait 10 minutes,
then go in and plant the gun.

Copy that.

President Grant's funeral plans

pending the First Lady's approval.

Hmm.

Why a riderless horse
during the funeral procession?

It symbolizes a warrior
who rides no more.

And the boots reversed in the stirrups?

They represent a fallen leader looking

back on his troops for the last time.

Nice job.

Hopefully we won't have to use it.

By the way, did the FBI manage to get

a print off that woman's cell phone?

They did.

But it was only a partial.

Which is as good as nothing
without a suspect in custody.

- Anything else?
- No.

Good night, Madam President.

Good night.

Olivia.

So you've finally got a President
that'll do your bidding.

Didn't your momma
ever teach you to share?

We're supposed to be in this together.
We had a deal.

Am I the pot or the kettle
in this here dealio?

You took down Verna.

You drew first blood.
You and Verna turned on me

when you conspired
to save Lindsay Dwyer behind my back.

I believe everything
that comes after now,

well, that's just what they call fair game.

Your boy really went crazy tonight.
He stopped at two baby stores.

At the first place, he made the clerk

explain how to put in a car seat.

- It was thrilling.
- Where is he now?

Probably still at the baby store.
You want me to go back?

That's okay. You can stop watching him.

At least for now.

The slow nipples work
for most newborns.

- Is it a boy or girl?
- A girl.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks.

If you have any questions,
I'll be right around the corner.

Thank you.

Okay, where were we?

Something about
the national election being rigged.

Which you say you can prove.

Yes. What I can't prove
is who on the Grant team knew about it.

Does your husband know
you're looking into this?

He offered me a baby. He hates babies.

- So he knows.
- He'll be watching you.

Which is why I need you to take this.

And this is?

The memory card I stole
from the voting machine in Defiance.

Lose it and we bungle
the biggest story since Watergate.

Keep it...

And we bring down
an entire administration together.

I need to go.

(PROJECTOR AND CAMERA
SHUTTER CLICKING)

(KE YS JANGLE)

(SETS GLASSES DOWN)

(UNZIPS ZIPPER)

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(PROJECTOR AND CAMERA
SHUTTER CLICKING)

Madam President,

Supreme Court Justice Verna Thornton
is here to see you.

- You're looking well.
- Yes, I am.

Are you here to deliver
your letter of resignation?

- I do have it. However.
- However.

However, I would like to offer
you something else instead.

I'm not sure there is
anything I want from you

other than your seat on the bench, so...

Not even the name of the man
in the red hoodie?

I could give you my letter of resignation.

Or I could give you the name of the man

who tried to kill the President.

The most wanted man in the world.
Your Osama bin Laden.

One pill makes you larger,
one pill makes you small.

You need to come here.
Huck needs you.

He keeps saying that
she killed his family.

Do you know what that means?
What family?

Huck, you need to listen to me right now.

She will not get away with this.
We will find her.

We will find her.

I don't know why
we're not telling the FBI about Becky.

Won't do any good. She's in the wind.

So? They could mobilize
thousands of agents to look for her.

They could get
the whole country looking for her.

It took the whole
country two years to find you

and you weren't even a super spy.

Also, if they start looking into Becky

they'll eventually find
a Huck connection.

The FBI only has a partial print.

As long as they
can't match it to him, he's safe.

I can't watch this.

(GASPS)

Shh.

Where is he?

(THUD)

MAN: Get on the floor!
Get on the floor, now!

Step away from him.

MAN: Do not move! Do not move!

(HANDCUFFS CLICK)

What's the charge?

This man is being held
under the Patriot Act.

(PROJECTOR AND CAMERA
SHUTTER CLICKS)
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