Scandal (2012–2018): Season 3, Episode 2 - Guess Who's Coming to Dinner - full transcript

Flashbacks reveal more about Olivia's relationship with her father.

Are you wondering how healthy the food you are eating is? Check it -
Dinner with your dad?

Every Sunday.

You want a doggie bag?
Every Sunday.


So, um...
How have you been?

How's work? Um...

That shop has quite
a reputation.

What's the name
of the guy who runs it?

Uh... Cyrus Beene.

You know, uh,

he turned down running Harvard.

Olivia, if you don't wanna
do this...

We made an agreement.

I have dinner with you
every Sunday.

You pay off
my law school loans.

I'm here.
What more do you want?

I am trying.
That's what this is.

This is me trying.

I've called. I apologized.

I asked for a second chance with you.

I made mistakes.


We lost your mother,

and I was grieving,
and I did the wrong thing.

I sent you away,
and that was a mistake...

A terrible mistake.

But I-I'm trying now.

And when someone you love
is making an attempt at amends,

you give them an inch.
You give them a centimeter.

You don't extort payment
for your school loans

and then shrug
for five Sundays in a row.

I... am... trying.

You try, too.

I'm good.

You asked how I am.
I'm good.


I have a boyfriend.

Is he good enough for you?

How are you?
How's the Smithsonian?

Well, we're considering

adding a new mastodon to fossil
mammals...M. Matthewi.

Although paleontologists
don't think

it warrants its own species,

and because it doesn't
differ enough

from M. Americanum.

I disagree.

Now I'm rambling.

I'm... I don't want to
bore you.

You're not boring, dad.

So tell me more
about the mammoth.

Ah-ah. Mastodon.

A solitary creature,

with sharper teeth
than its cousin.

The mammoth gets all the glory,

but the mastodon was
the far more dangerous beast.

How was it?

It was...

He's trying.

So it went well, then.

It was good.

I'd love to meet him someday.


I told you, introducing my
dad to people I'm dating...


I'm not people you're dating.
We live together.

And I will make a honest woman
out of you at any time.

All you have to do is say "yes."

I told you...
I'm not ready to...

I'm not gonna propose again, Liv.
This is it. One time.

Don't push.

I love you.


I'm hanging up now.

I love you, too.


Hand it over, bitch!




Day two here

at the Jeannine Locke/
President Grant scandal,

and, people, it just keeps
getting better.

We've seen the e-mails.

We've seen Ms. Locke herself
admit to having feelings

for the President
of the United States.

He is freakin' hot.

...Who leaked the news,
the White House

has remained silent
on the accusations,

which, to my mind,
pretty much confirms

that Jeannine Locke had an affair
with the president.



what happened to Jeannine...

I know.

We can't come clean now, can we?


It'll make you look like
you unzip your pants

for anything with a pulse.



I miss you.

When something happens,

something is strange
or funny or...

I met the Dalai Lama last week.

We played basketball.

You did not.

I did. I swear.
He asked, so...

No press. No witnesses.

I shot hoops with
the dalai lama. It was...

The man has a jump shot.

He fouled me twice.

It was surreal.

And I picked up the phone
to call you.

Something happens, and you're
the one I wanna talk to.

You don't wanna talk to me.

I only wanna talk to you.

I'm going after the White House.

Clearing Jeannine's name means
going after the White House,

after you.

I understand.

It's gonna give the story legs.
It's gonna make it hard for you.

She's an innocent kid.
Bring it.

- I won't hold back.
- You better not.


In another life,
in another reality...

We are married
and we have four kids,

and we live in Vermont,
and I'm the mayor, and...

And I make jam.

And you make jam.

I won't hold back...
with Jeannine.

I'm going to attack
the White House,

and I'm going to go for blood.

Go for the jugular.

You don't know where she is?

You were supposed
to control this girl, Cyrus.

Now we've got
a bimbo on the loose.

We made up
that she's a bimbo. Mellie...

Just... find her.

Doom, gloom, fate of the Republic.
I get it.

I'm calling to remind you

that Jeannine Locke
is a gift from the gods,

manna from heaven, and yet
I haven't heard a whisper

from the White House
confirming the affair.

The president has been given
a hell of an opportunity, Cyrus.

Make him take it.

Make him? Make him?

The only thing I can make
him do is shut me out,

and given what I read
in that folder about Remington,

you can't afford that.


You do what you have to do,
and I'll do the same.

You know, some people
just say good-bye.

Good-bye, Cyrus.

What about the trip to Italy?

Sir? The president
of the United States

cannot go to the land
of the bunga bunga party

and field questions
about his sex life

in front of the Pope,
for God sake. Cancel it.

Right away.

- Sir, it's important...
- What, Ethan?! What?!

I found Jeannine.

Good afternoon.

I'd like to introduce you
to Jeannine Locke.

Jeannine graduated
summa cum laude from Berkeley.

Jeannine is a loyal friend
and sister and daughter

who has worked tirelessly
for this administration.

And most importantly,
Jeannine Locke

absolutely, positively
did not have sex

with the president
of the United States.

By leaking her name
through anonymous sources,

this White House is guilty
of slander,

and I am representing her
pro Bono,

because I have personally
been affected

by these brutal and underhanded
character attacks myself.

Yesterday the president
was having an affair with me.

Today it's Jeannine.

Tomorrow, who knows?
All I know...

What'd you expect, Cy?
It's Olivia.

It's time this administration
stops hiding behind

anonymous sources.


What happened the other night?

Where did you learn to do that?

- I don't know.
- Huck.

Maybe I took karate
in high school.

You can tell me.
You can trust me.

I was a trained assassin

for a secret offshoot
of the C.I.A. on U.S. soil

called B613
run by a man called "Command"

in a paper company that's not
really a paper company.

It's called Acme Limited,

but really
it's called Wonderland.

Acme's in Wonderland.
Welcome to Wonderland, son.

Then they put me in a hole,

and then I wasn't so
good at my job anymore.

And then I wasn't in wonderland
anymore. I was here,

but I can still...
I can kill a man

with very little effort
and a lot of joy,

but I try not to. Okay?

Is there medication
you should be taking, or...

Is there medication
you should be taking, or...

Anyone I should call?


Do you think you and your dad

could eat at a place
with cheeseburgers?

I want a cheeseburger.

You learned to cook.

I started by
reading cookbooks for fun.

Try it... with the wine.

I don't really like wine.
I don't have the taste for it.

Because you've never
really had fine wine.

Try it.

Go on.


This is amazing.

Go here.

Ask for Miguel.

Tell him that I sent you.

They have the best wines
in the district.


Happy to expand your palate.

And now...

I'm fine.

You were mugged.

I was saved.

By a homeless man.
For the record,

hearing about it in an
e-mail was not fun.

You call your father.


Why are you even friends with men

who live in the Metro station?


I don't know.

He's sweet.

At least, he's sweet to me.

But when he was beating up
those guys,

it was like
he was a different person...

Someone... scary.

I asked him about it.

You asked
the scary homeless man.

And he said he was an assassin

for a secret
government organization.

He called it...
I think it was "B613"?

And he said it was like
the C.I.A., but on U.S. soil.

Have you heard
of anything like that?

From my lofty position
at the Smithsonian? No.

But, Olivia, this man
is homeless, a transient.

He attacked a violent criminal
with his bare hands

and then he explains it away
by telling you

that he's part of a secret ring

of super spies.

He's clearly mentally ill.




But can you look
into his story? Ask around?

Don't you have that friend
at the FBI?

- If you really want me to ask, I will.
- I do...

Want you to ask.



If it'll make you happy.

I'll tell you what needs to be done
to save your presidency,

which is currently hanging
by the very thinnest of threads.

You need to grow some
presidential-sized balls,

get out there on tv,
and tell the world

that you had sex
with Jeannine Locke.

You confirm it.

Then I confirm it,
and we put all this behind us.

It's funny.
The things people forget,

the things that you'd think
would be staring them

smack in the face.

Like the fact that I am

the President
of the United States,

and I call the shots.

You both threw an innocent
young woman under the bus,

and now Liv is going to make
that right.

So when the media calls
and asks

if Jeannine Locke
was my mistress,

you will answer,
"absolutely not."

And then you're gonna tell them
that this White House

owes Ms. Locke

one world-class
hell of an apology,

which we humbly hope
that she'll accept.

And if we don't?

Try me.

One of my aides
will be giving you a folder.

Whatever you've got planned,
Mellie, unplan it.

We cannot push, and this is
not the right time.

He is my husband, Cyrus,
not yours,

and I will push him
however and whenever I want.

Now one of my aides
will be giving you a folder.

In it, you will find

every date I was out of town
during the last year,

along with the west wing logs
for the same period.

Match the dates I was gone

with the dates Jeannine
worked in the oval...

And you've got all
the opportunities she had

to sleep with the president.

Leaked by an anonymous
source of your choosing.

You're evil.

You're welcome.

Breaking news at this hour...

as unnamed White House staffers

now say that Ms. Locke
and president Grant

spent numerous nights working
alone in the west wing...

Security logs confirm reports
that Ms. Locke and the President

were the only employees working
in the west wing

on nights when the first lady
was out of town.

administration officials

say Jeannine Locke accessed
Ms. Grant's schedule

in a calculated attempt
to seduce the president

when his wife was away...

Locke told her fellow staffers

that she was
burning the midnight oil...

This is ridiculous.
I was never

- alone with the president!
- She says...

I heard.

We're gonna need proof.
Jeannine needs an alibi

for every night
the press is talking about.


The nights you worked late...
Who else was there?

My friend Ethan. We worked late
together every night.

We sent each other IMs.

They have time stamps.

That is how we show
I was never alone

on instant messages.

That can only be accessed
on the White House server.

We may have something.

Good. Get on it.

You never said
your dad lives in D.C.


Just, uh,

meeting your colleagues.

And you must be Huck.

Did you ever get a chance
to look

into that thing
I was telling you about?

The B613 thing?

I did.
There's no such thing.

I-I even had my, uh,
buddy at the FBI

look into your friend

at the... at the Metro station.

And someone matching
his description was arrested

just the other day...

Paranoid schizophrenic,
repeat offender,

attacked a couple of commuters,
in and out of jail,

a rap sheet as long as my arm.

It's sweet that you care
about him, Livvie,

but some people are just beyond
even your ability to help.

That doesn't sound like Huck.

Well, it was.

But are you sure it was him?

Was it Union station?

Olivia, you need to drop this.
This is a waste of time.

- I just don't think...
- Olivia.

Yes, dad.

That's Olivia's dad?

Guess so. And he lives
right here in D.C. in town?

Guess so.

God, he seems so...normal.

Why has she never
mentioned him?

Well, if she hasn't
said anything...

I'm sure she has her reasons.

We made a deal.

My people you stay away from,
especially Huck.

I'm not here to talk
to your people.

I'm here to talk
about Jeannine Locke.

You need to leave.

I'm sure you realize by now
that there is

one thing I have a say over.

If you ever wanna see
Jake Ballard again,

America will believe
it was Jeannine Locke

that had an affair
with the president.

How do I know he isn't already dead?

You don't!

What did you do to him?

Ask your friend Huck.

(Projector and camera
shutter clicking) This him?


You know, if you give me
a picture of this Jake Doe,

I wouldn't have to call you down here

every time some 6-foot somebody
shows up in a body bag.

I prefer to come down
every time.

Must be big money client
looking for this guy.

Something like that.

I have to ask you something.

It's about B613.

I can't tell you
how I know this,

but Jake Ballard
has been taken,

and if I don't let
Jeannine Locke burn,

they're never gonna
let him go, so...

In B613...

If you disobey an order,
what happens?

Do they kill you?

Uh, not at first.

They spent
a lot of money making you,

and they don't like
to lose their investment.

So at first,
they try to reprogram you,

make you come back
to the fold...


They use the hole.

They use the hole...

And darkness, isolation, pain.

And if that doesn't
break you...

That's when they kill you.

Well, that's when they make you
wish you were dead.

I need him.

I want "fanaticism"
changed to "extremism."

And bring back that line
about the Bay of Pigs.

That was good stuff.


Thanks, guys.

I need you to tell me

if Jake Ballard is alive.

Is there a reason
he wouldn't be?

B613 has him.

He saved my life.

He's good at that.


Forgive me if he's not
my favorite person

these days, Liv.

I know, but just...

Find out if he's still alive,
and if he is,

get him away from them, please.

For me.

This is crap.
That arrest was illegal.

And you accepted money
for a sex act, licorice.

We have it on tape.

I asked him first if he was
a cop. He said no.

You know, that's not
actually a thing, right?

Excuse me. I'm looking
for a David Rosen.

You found him.
Just hang on.

You need a lawyer.
Do you have a lawyer?

I know a lot of lawyers.
Judges, too.

Perfect. Call one.

I'm sorry.
Who are you again?

Olivia Pope.

I left you a few messages.

You know Professor Stewart
from Georgetown. Right.

Right. You dropped off
that purse.

Yeah, so I ran the prints
off it.

Your homeless friend's
not in the system.

Do you have a pen?

That's impossible.

He was just arrested
last week at union station.

Nope. He's never been arrested,
ever, anywhere.

His prints came back
completely clean.

I'm sorry, Mr. Rosen...
Call me David.

David, look, I'm just
a little confused here

because someone
specifically told me

this man was arrested.

Then someone specifically
lied to you.

Anyway, great to meet you,
Olivia Pope.

Tell Professor Stewart
I said hi

and that I blame him
for not forcing me at gunpoint

into a career in corporate law.

Sorry. Almost stole this.

I was a trained assassin. B613
run by a man called "command."

Acme limited, but really,
it's called "wonderland."

Acme's in wonderland.
Welcome to wonderland, son.

Best wines in the district.

Sorry. Almost stole this.

You're late, so I heard
all of the specials without you,

and they are making
the most tremendous...


What's Acme Limited?


What do you do for a living?

And don't tell me

it's fossils or exhibitions
or publishing papers.

Don't lie.

What... do you do...
for a living?


Do you teach people
how to kill?

Do you throw them in a hole
until they go insane?

Do you work in Wonderland?

I'm your father.

So I'm going to explain to you

how you are to behave
in my presence.

You do not ask questions

that you cannot handle the answer to.

You do not make judgments
about things you cannot imagine.

You don't know me that way.

You don't ever want
to know me that way.

But if you push,
you will know me well,

and that would break my heart,

because I'm enjoying
these Sunday dinners

that you make me pay for.

Now you are on my dime.

Pick up your menu,
order your meal,

and tell me about your day.


Huck, did you know
that Liv and her dad

used to have
a standing dinner date

every Sunday night
like clockwork?

How do you know that?

I hacked into Liv's e-mail.


Because I can.

That's not a reason.
At least, not a good one.

Relax. It's not like
they talked about

anything at all personal.

But you know what is weird,

All their correspondence...
The e-mails, the dinners...

At a certain point,
it just stops,

and they never e-mail each other again.

What do you think happened?

They must have had a pretty
big falling out, right?

I know I've taught you
lots of things, but...

You should try to be less...
Like me.


You should be less like me

and more like Liv.

Captain Jake Ballard
has been taken by B613.

B613? I... I'm afraid
I don't know...

Yes, Cyrus, you do know.

Well, I wasn't aware
that you knew.

B613 has taken Jake Ballard,

and I want him released.

We can't ask for that.

This is not insubordination.

It's just a fact.
We can't ask for that

because of the way things
were very deliberately set up

between that organization
and the executive branch.

They don't answer to you.

Their operations are
entirely walled off

from this and every

To ensure plausible deniability,
to keep you safe.

I am
their commander-in-chief.

No, sir, this is what
I'm trying to explain.

You're not.
There has to be a way.

Their only objective is
the stability of the republic.

Sir, right now they are not
your biggest fans.

And trust me, B613 is not
the kind of enemy

that any world leader
would want to have.

Just find out if Ballard
is still alive.

That's an order, Cy.

I'm still your
commander-in-chief, right?

I'm a friend of Jeannine's.

Mr. beene's soup
can never get cold.

Jeannine IM'd you the night
the White House is claiming

she was alone
with the president.

I don't remember.
Don't have to.

All you have to do is
pull the messages

off the White House server
and hand 'em over.

I wouldn't even know
how to do that.

Really? Because it's gotta be
a lot like using a bit torrent

to illegally download movies,

I'm impressed with your wide
range of tastes, by the way,

from French new wave
to "America's sluttiest moms"?

Bet the White House would
love to know how much

of your government-issued
hard drive is dedicated to that.

We good with Ethan, the IMs?

I scared him straight.
We're good.

Oh, thank goodness.
What now?

Now it's time for America
to hear from Jeannine directly

to witness the strength
of her character

first thing in the morning,

Live? Quinn!
Help Jeannine with wardrobe.

Let's go, people!

♪ ...Mother down
♪ burnin'

what do we think?
Too short?

We'd have to see how it looks
when she's sitting to be sure.

Clearly you have a crush
on the president.

It's obvious from that video.
I was joking around!

You can't ex... don't.
Don't get defensive.

It makes you seem guilty.

♪ ...Came in a chain reaction

how how about this?
She's not amish.

We need current but classic,
professional yet relatable.

♪ I heard somebody say

♪ burn, baby, burn

give us a minute, please.

Do you know what time it is?

It is almost 4:30
on Thursday the 9th.

I don't understand.

I should be headed
to the hill right now,

to the speaker's office
to hash out details

of the campaign finance bill,

which, I know,
it sounds very boring,

but it is full of ideas...

My ideas.

And instead I'm shopping.

I am discussing headlines,
all because somebody...

One single person...
Just whispered my name.

Whispered that I had
an affair with a man

that I have never even
been alone with.

It is insane!

It is.

He had the affair, you know?

Everyone knew it was going on,

we just didn't...

know who it was.

I can't believe
this is happening to me.

You are going
to get through this.

I am going to get you
through this.

Your life is not over.

Your career is not over.
I promise you.

It's unclear what exactly

miss Locke will be
talking about,

other than the White House
spin machine

that she says put her
in this position.

Come on, Brooke,
the real question

on everyone's lips is if
the president's mistress

wasn't Jeannine Locke
and it wasn't Olivia Pope,

then who was the first lady
talking about?

Frankly, Mrs. Grant is a woman
of a certain age.

It wouldn't be the first time
a powerful man's wife

got jealous for no reason.

Which is a shame, because
otherwise Mellie Grant

is an intelligent,
accomplished woman.

She could have had
a political career of her own.

I'll be right there.

Jeannine, thank you so much
for agreeing to meet me.

Mrs. Grant, I just wanted
to tell you that I didn't.

I would never.

I know you didn't, dear.

But let's talk about
your future.

Olivia. Why are you here?

It's Sunday. I thought
we were having dinner.

Of course. Uh.

I think I can whip up
something for the two of us.

Three of us.
I just had to park the car.

- And you must be...
- Eli.

Eli Pope.

She still hasn't told you
yet, has she?

Dad, this is senator Edison Davis.

He proposed to me,
and I accepted.

Not immediately, of course.
She made me sweat it out.

But, uh, then...
I don't know.

I guess something
just clicked for her.

Edison was recently

appointed to the senate
intel committee,

the one that makes sure
spies don't break any laws,

like disappearing
innocent civilians...

That kind of thing.

It's a great move
for his career.

Gives him a lot
of influence in this town.

Honey, will you open the wine?

- It needs to breathe.
- Sure. Sure.

Uh, the kitchen is in...
Right around there.

Thank you.

Give huck back to me.

Oh, my gosh, you scared me...

- I thought we had a deal, Ethan.
- Um, a deal?

Yes, we did.
Hand the IMs over.

But... but... I can't.

Why not?

Five minutes out, guys.

Where's Abby?
We need those messages.

- Abby, where are you?
- We're screwed, Liv.

She told Ethan to destroy
the IMs, so there's

no evidence she wasn't alone
with the President.

Someone in the White House
must have gotten to her.

She's gonna go on live tv
and tell the world

she had the affair.

Nothing starts
until I give the okay.

Was it you?
Did your people do this?

Jake Ballard is alive.

- They'll release him?
- No.

I tried. There are
protocols in place.

No, they need to release him.

They won't. I'm sorry.

- Make them.
- I can't.

We're talking about
a man's life.

It's out of my control.

- There's a reason.
- What?

There's a reason
that this is not Vermont,

that we don't have kids,
and that you are not the mayor.

There's a reason
we are not happy.

It's so you could be president.

It's so nothing
is beyond your control!

That's the point!
You bring him back!

They're ready in there, Liv.

Just give me... a minute.

I save Jeannine, and Jake dies.

I let Jeannine burn,
and Jake lives.

They want to start.

Stall them.

I'm asking you
to spare a man's life.

As you know, what happens
to Jake is up to you.

I'll put Sunday dinners
back on the table.

I'll take that
under consideration.

We're about to start.

Just one second.

Going on television right now

to admit to an affair
you did not have,

selling your soul to whoever
in that White House got to you

is not what's about to happen.

I don't know...

Stop lying right now.

They are giving me $2 million

in a Cayman account...

Might as well profit off it.

You don't do this.

You don't lie,

because every time you do,

you sell a little bit of your soul.

And then you have to live
with those lies

eating away at you
month after month,

year after year, until one day

you're gonna look in the mirror

and you won't even
recognize yourself.

Then you'll hate
what you see, Jeannine.

Believe me.

She's all yours.

Great. Let's start.
Sound speed.

Hold up.
We're being pre-empted.

Are you kidding me?
By who?

The President.

He's about to speak live
from the briefing room.

Sir, please tell me right now

what in the hell you are
planning to do here.

Actually, Cy, that's up to you,

because we are playing
"let's make a deal."

Behind door number one
is me getting up

in front of the press corps
and telling them

that you orchestrated
a cover-up

and ruined a girl's life,

because all I've ever
wanted to do is tell the truth...

That I had an affair
with Olivia Pope.

Behind door number two
is me giving you

exactly what you want

and telling that same
press corps

how sorry I am to have
slept with Jeannine Locke,

at which point you will
call your friends at B613

and get them to release
Jake Ballard.

Sir, I told you,

there's no way we can make
B613 do anything.

It's a simple choice, Cy.

Door number one,
I tell the truth

and the both of us get kicked
out of this White House.

Door number two, I admit
to the Jeannine affair

and Jake gets released.

What's it gonna be?
Because I'm about to go

on live television
and need to know what to say.

How presidential
are my balls now, Cy?


Uh, the, uh, 9:50
was 4 minutes late.

It threw everything off.
You missed your train.

It's okay... Huck.

I can wait for the next one.

I have to take this,
but when I'm done,

I'm going to buy you
a cheeseburger, okay?

What do you want?

I would've thought you'd
start with "thank you,"

given that you have
your friend back.

I hope he's all settled back

in his little
underground palace.

What... Do you want?

What every father wants,

I want you to be happy.

I just have this
strong feeling that

senator Davis isn't quite
the man for the job,

especially at the moment.

What are you talking about?
Where's Edison?

Right now?
At Washington memorial.

He was in a terrible accident.

I'm surprised you haven't heard.
It's all over the news.

I can't remember the details.
Maybe a broken collarbone,

a leg or two...

He'll pull through, of course,

but it sounds very painful,

When you give that ring back,
let the guy down gently.

Poor guy's been through enough.

I will stay away from you.

I will stay away
from what you do,

but in return,
you will do the same,

because this is over!
We are done!

We are family, sweetie.
We're never done.

Good morning, everyone.

I'd like to make some remarks.

I have indeed taken part
in an inappropriate relationship

with an employee
of this White House.

That person's name...

Is Jeannine Locke,

and I extend
my sincerest apologies to her

and her family

for any pain
that I've caused them.

- To put it simply, I am...
- Okay, people,

- let's wrap it up. - Ashamed
and embarrassed by my behavior.

Okay, you heard that.
We're excused.

Mr. President, a word.

Mr. President,

I don't believe
Jeannine Locke was that girl.

I don't believe Jeannine Locke
threatened your marriage.

I don't know what it is
you're doing,

but here's what I do believe.

I believe this is some kind
of dodge.

This is some kind of slipping
through the bars.

This is some kind of way out
of you keeping

the promise you made to me.

I believe that this is
some kind of lie.

I'm not lying, Sally.

I had Jeannine Locke

six ways to Sunday
all over this White House.

And after some soul searching
on all of our parts,

I think my constituents
are going to forgive me for it.

Why would he do that?

Why would he say that we
slept together when we didn't?

Where are you going?
Where is she going?

We'll set up some interviews.
Network, print.

Get you a book deal.

It'll be enough to retire on.

Smile, Jeannine.

You're getting what you wanted.

I know you wanted me to stop.

You didn't?

Only because I was doing
what you said.

I was being like Liv.

And my gut said there was
something in her e-mail

I had to find.

Here it is. Liv and her dad
are talking about

some homeless guy she used to
give change to in Union station,

a guy who saved her
from some sort of mugging.

She's asking her dad
to look into him for her

right before
the e-mails stop.

Didn't you live in union station
when you were homeless?


I want the deal.
What deal?

I want the deal
she got for you.

There was no deal, Huck.

Were Liv and her dad
talking about you?


What's wrong?

I have a couple of questions.

Literally two questions.

First... why did you
lie to me?

I've never lied to you.

You said there was
no deal for me.

You said no deal.

But you used to talk
to your father,

and then you got mugged,

and I was taken from
the metro right after that.

And then they put me back,

but then they've never
tried to find me again.

And you don't talk
to your father anymore.

You stopped then.
You stopped right then.


How high up is your father in B613?!

Is your father command?!

Is your father command?!


Is your father command?


He is.

I never want to speak
to you again.

Open your front door.

Go to hell!

Open your front door.

Sunday, my house, 7:00.

I'll choose the wine.