Scandal (2012–2018): Season 3, Episode 7 - Everything's Coming Up Mellie - full transcript

In hope of recovering from public backlash, Mellie does a hard-hitting news interview; as Huck pushes Quinn away, her bloodlust threatens to put her in danger.

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Welcome to the East Wing.

Now I know you already know
what goes on in the West Wing,

so I thought it would be fun to show you

what happens behind the scenes
in the First Lady's office.

Miguel, get Jim Carney
on the phone right now!

Rachel, good morning. (CHUCKLES)

Hello, Mrs. First Lady.

Oh, there's no need to be formal
for the cameras.

Everyone, this is my Chief of Staff,
Rachel Moss.

Rachel, did we get the new itinerary
for the East Africa trip yet?

Yes, I put that on your desk.

And, also, EIlen called to see
if you'd made a decision

on what china to use for the reception?

Tell her I've chosen
the Truman collection.

As First Lady, it's my responsibility

to curate the White House's
extensive art collection.

It also means hosting
a cocktail reception this week

to unveil some
of our recently restored paintings.

- I know, hosting parties, tough job.

(GASPS) Oh! Look who it is!

It's Cyrus Beene,
the President's Chief of Staff.

Please, I haven't had time to do my hair.


Can, uh... Can we cut now?

Okay. Come on.




Good morning.

Mmm. Good morning.


JERRY: Son, time to get up.

- (WHISPERS) Your father...
- lf we ignore him, maybe he'll go away.

JERRY: I mean it! Stop fooling around
like a pair of teenagers

and put some clothes on.

- I need you both down here in five.

Oh, I do not like that man right now.

I never like him.



I am trying to get you pregnant.

- Be quiet and let me work.

Fitz, your father is right downstairs.

JERRY: Hurry it up!



- What does he want?
- I don't know.

He was shtupping her.

Oh, here, meet your kingmaker,
Cyrus Beene.

A genius who spins
average men into candidates

- and candidates into gold.
- Nice to meet you.

And if we can just pry him out of
his ivory tower long enough,

he's gonna put you both
in the California Governor's Mansion,

you mark my words.

I thought we weren't even forming
an exploratory committee

for another three years.

Well, that was before you got moved up
to the front of the line.

Word on the street is that
Stevenson is about to drop out.

Well, he's tall, like you said.
That's good.

Nice head of hair, also a plus.

And where are we on schooling?

Oh, Yale, Rhodes Scholar,
Navy, Harvard Law.

That'll do.

The wife is perfect.

She's gorgeous, isn't she?

Thank you, Mr. Beene.

What is this?

I think it's our first step
to the White House, baby.





Not bad, Robin.

Not bad? He's dead.

Oh, look at you. All hopeful. I like it.


So what's next for you?
A dark alley? A rooftop?

More like a crappy motel in the boonies.


- Who's the target?
- Oh, it's a good one.

A 45-year-old project manager,

whatever that means, who might
be banging his 22-year-old assistant.

His wife wants audio and stills.

Wait. You're a PI now?

I know. It's like Willie Mays
coaching Little League.

So what happens after you find him?

Best case scenario,
I catch that guy with his pants down.

Wife gets mad. She tells her friends.
Then her friends hire me.

- Boom. References. Exciting.

See ya next time.






FITZ: Olivia?




I need you to say something
so that I know that it's you.

I can't just...

I have to hang up if it isn't you.


- It's me.
- How are you?

I've been worried about you.

I'm fine. I'm great.

- Liv...
- You don't get to ask me how I am.

We don't know each other.
You're a stranger.

I need to know that you're safe.
I want to know how you are.

I'm surrounded by murderers.

That's how I am. I'm surrounded
by men who have a body count.

I'm standing in a graveyard
made by people I thought I loved.

That is how I am.

I don't expect you to forgive me.

But there are things you don't know.
Things I can...


There are reasons...

Why are you even calling me?

I just...

I love you.

So what?

I thought I knew you.

I thought I knew everything about you.

Livvie, I need you
to stay away from Jake.

- What?
- Stop looking into Remington.

It's dangerous.
You being around Jake is dangerous.

He's got a price on his head.

Rowan is the one who is dangerous.

Rowan. How do you know Rowan?

You don't know everything
about me either.

Olivia. Stop digging on Remington
for your own safety.

I don't want anything to happen to you.

Please, stop digging.


We're not strangers.

We're not.

You sure you want to do this?

They just got off the elevator.

Send them in.

Hey, meeting.


What is all this?

- We have a new client.
- In the middle of a campaign?

Josie's working on her stump speech
for a few days.

While she's doing that,
we'll be doing this.

Is this the client? She looks familiar.

Probably because she was my mother.



We have over 275 paintings
in the White House.

And we're two years into a six-year
project to have them all restored.

Yet another reason
to vote for my husband.


I like this one. Very moody.

MELLIE: Point Lobos in Monterey.

It's on loan from the Guggenheim.

Anytime Fitz and I can bring
a little of our home state of California

into the White House, we do.

But you were raised in the South.

Yes. I'm a Tar Heel.

- You're a Southerner.

Yet you called California
your home state.

Shouldn't you consider
North Carolina home?

Well, I moved to California
when I got married, so...

Do you feel like you lost a piece
of yourself when you got married?

That you made sacrifices
to join the Grant political dynasty?

I'm saying I consider home
to be wherever Fitz is.

To win California,
you need the full Khachigian hook.

Thanks to Senator Grant's generous
and continuous farm subsidies,

you'll inherit the hicks pretty easily.

Add these UFO-spotting
desert-trash districts

along with the defense industry
dependent Inland Empire

and you lock up everything
from Bakersfield to Riverside.

Lord knows they love me in the South.

They used to.

But the demos
have changed drastically.

The tidal wave of new immigrants,

they're not as likely to cozy up
to Richie Rich and Snow White here.

- No offense.
- None taken.

Better learn Spanish, r?pido.

Please don't.
Voters can always spot a phony.

You can't be who you're not.

How do you suggest
we connect with them?

You don't. You ignore them.

What do you mean ignore them?
What the hell kind of...

It's simple.

You're a war hero
with a strong military record.

We play that up, get your Navy buddies
to stump on your behalf,

and we can link together
all these districts around San Diego,

chock-full of retired military.

Then, we swing up to the OC.

That big fat grouper of conservative
votes at the end of the hook.

- No.
- What? What do you mean, no?

The man's right. Spot on.

I'm not running as a war hero.
It's that simple.

Fitzgerald, other than name recognition,
it's all you've got.

So we wait. Run in the next cycle.
In the meantime, I expand my r?sum?.

You won't find a weaker field than this.
That's for damn sure. It's now or never.

Have you heard a word
of what I just said?

- Fitz, I'm sure that we can...
- Son.

Do what you're told.

Running on my military experience
is off-limits.

End of story.

It's bad enough that I actually
have to spend my days

choosing drapes and digging holes
in the Rose Garden,

but to pretend
that I actually enjoy it on camera?

You want Fitz to have
a shot at re-election come November?

Then we need to rehab your image.

I just don't understand why
I have to apologize for his affair.

Because that's how it works,
they blame the two of you equally.

It's not fair, it's America.
Now come here.


What do you think of this one?


But she's got a tattoo of a dragonfly
on her ass. That's sexy!

It's trashy. She's trashy.

It's an escort website, Mellie.
Trashy's a given.

I've grown up with Southern boys
like Daniel Douglas my whole life.

They want someone
who's sweet and innocent

who only turns into a whore
once the bedroom door closes.

Like her.

You're way better at picking out hookers
than you are china patterns.


Just make sure Sally's out of town
for the reception.

- I'm on my way to talk to her now.
- Good.

Once that's done, I'll go rattle her cage.

Remind her
exactly who she's married to.

Madame Vice President.

I know you have a lot
on your plate but...

Funny. I thought it was
your entire vocation in life

to make sure my plate remains empty.

- I'm asking you to go to Iowa...
- Iowa?

Yeah. Reagan dinner.

The President is tied up
with the budget negotiations,

so he was hoping
you could take his place.

- But if you don't want to...
- I'll do it.

Fill Mara in on the details.

(SINGSONG) The President thanks you!

- Cyrus!
- James.

Feeling guilty?
About the Mellie interview?

I don't control who gets to interview...

Oh! You control everything.

Which is why I want to kill you
and have sex with you at the same time.

- I wasn't even approached.
- Take it up with the Press Secretary.

I'm supposed to be the go-to guy
for sit-downs like these.

It's just one interview.

Plenty more to come
if we get a second term.

I'll be covering city council by then.

Your body chemistry seems way off.
Did you have your shake this morning?

Yes, I had my...
I am not manufacturing this anxiety.

This is actual anxiety,
grounded in genuine impending doom.

- Take it up with the Press Secretary.
- (SIGHS) Oh, God!


So let me get this straight.

Your dad, not only is he

the head of this country's most
top-secret spy organization,

he's also responsible
for shooting the plane down

that your mother was on.

He gave the order, yes.

Whether it was to
kill my mother specifically

or she was collateral damage,
that's what I need your help figuring out.

I know it's a lot to take in, and I probably
should have told you sooner, but...

Liv's father is a dangerous man.
She was trying to protect you.

Which is why I need you
to be 100% sure

you want to work with me on this.
You don't have to.

We have plenty to do
for Josie's campaign.

- We're helping, Liv.
- No doubt.

- Of course.
- Over a cliff.

I know, but this...


There's one other person involved.

The pilot my father ordered
to shoot down the plane.


What do you want?

At least give me credit
where credit is due.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, really?
(SCOFFS) You don't?

Who said there was something weird
going on with Liv and her dad?

Who called that?

I didn't expect B-613-level weird,
but still, I was right.

So I'm more
than just some crazy adrenaline junkie.

I am interested in things, Huck.
But for the right reasons.

They're waiting for us
in the conference room.



That's weird. Flight 522?
It was cleared for takeoff

but didn't leave Dulles
for another 27 minutes.

Flights are delayed all the time.

Yeah, but they're listed as delayed.

- This one wasn't.
- It also wasn't full.

Look, the NTSB report shows
the flight was overbooked.

That's 322 passengers,
six crew members, two pilots,

330 people total.

But when you look at
the flight manifest, only 329 names.

- Let me see that.
- ABBY: Well, it could just be that

someone ordered an extra seat.

It's also possible they made a mistake.

Yeah, made a mistake or lied.
Congress always puts together

a subcommittee to oversee
investigations in major airline crashes.

Look at the name of the senator
who headed up this one.


Fitzgerald Grant II?

The President's father.

I'll have one of those.


Who told you not to join the Navy?

Oh, for God's sake...

Who told you not to join the Navy?

- You did.
- I did.

You could've gone directly
from college into law school,

and then into the Justice Department.

But, no,
you had these ridiculous notions.

- I wanted to fly planes...
- Right. Right.

No, you wanted to prove something,

you wanted to show everybody
what a man you were.

- I wanted to serve my country.
- But you weren't a man.

- Because a man doesn't...
- I was a decorated naval officer.

A man doesn't need to run away to
the Navy to get away from his daddy.

A man stands up.
A man does what needs to be done.

I stood up!

I did what needed to be done.

You had no business
signing up for black ops missions.

I aced flight school. Top of my class.

And because of you, they had
me raising flags and shaking hands.

They had me on a desk.

You're a senator's son.

You had a trust fund.
You're a damn Grant.

I was given the chance
to do something, to fly.

And then I was given an order...

Grants don't take orders!

You want me to campaign on a lie...


You should be grateful
that this lie exists.

Just let it go.

Let it go?

It should have been some poor kid
from some backwoods town

who shot that plane down.
Not you. Not my boy.

But no, you joined the Navy to spite me.

And then when you got into
all this mess, I covered your ass.

I called in favors to distance you

as far away
from that "incident" as I could.

So now it's time
for you to pay the piper.

I own you.

You have a future, thanks to me.

I think Cyrus Beene is about to leave.

Quit even. I don't know what to do.

- Maybe, Big Jerry, you can...
- I won't run on a lie.

What else do you have to run on?
What else have you accomplished?

The only other thing you've got going
for you is that you're my son.

That's it. That is all you are. My son.

Not as smart, not as interesting,
but my son just the same.

I made you. I can destroy you.

So you'll do what you're told,
and that's an order.

Grants don't take orders.

Don't walk away from me!

You want to serve? Run for governor...


- Sorry.
- Any news?

Fitz's father headed up
Congress's investigation into the crash.

Whatever the cover-up was,
he was probably part of it.

I think this might be
bigger than we think.

It doesn't matter.

My father's still the one
who gave the order.

We have to find out why. If anyone
saw anything that day at the airport...

We're tracking down the gate agent
who worked the flight.


That's good.




I'm going to hug you now.

Don't... Don't say anything.

Don't tell me not to,
because I'm going to hug you.

And you're going to stand here
and take it.




I don't mind being stalked.
But it's getting cold out here.

I... I just... I was looking for...


Is that what you were looking for?

You wanna hang out tomorrow night,
you give me a call.



Sally, mind if I talk to you for a minute?

Of course.

He's getting so big, isn't he?

He's huge.

I wanted to talk to you
about Daniel Douglas.

- Mmm.
- One of my aides came to me yesterday.

Said he got a little handsy with her.
Now I think I've handled it.

- She's not gonna tell anyone...
- Your staffer is lying.

- I'm sorry?
- Whatever she told you isn't true.

My husband keeps
his hands to himself.

- Are we ready, Mrs. Grant?
- SALLY: I'll let you get to it.

They do grow up so fast.

Ready when you are.

And you bring Teddy in to play
with his dad every night?

Doesn't matter if the President's
in there with the whole Cabinet.

Somehow I can't imagine him
kicking out the Defense Secretary.

Well, for starters, Teddy's cuter
than the Defense Secretary.

Isn't that right, Teddy-bear?

He would be a big, big miserable Daddy
if we didn't show up, wouldn't he?

- Ma'am. Ma'am.
- Hi.

Oh, here we go. Here we go.

(SINGSONG) Here we go. Here we go.

What? What? (GASPS)



Well, looks like we missed him.

The President is just so busy.


It's just a little disagreement, a kerfuffle.
A fatherlson thing.

I don't do family drama, Mrs. Grant.

I have enough of that
at home with my wife.

- But...
- I am a political warrior.

I slash, I burn, I kill.
You want him to be governor,

you want him to run
this damn country one day?

I will hand you that on a platter.

You want his hand held
or his nose wiped

or someone to hug him and tell him
that he's great, do it yourself.

- That's your job.
- My job?

- You're the wife.
- I'm a lawyer.

- I'm a partner in a law firm.
- That...

You'll have to give that up.

They told you that, right?

I'm going to do charity work.
Help people.

Okay, I'm going to give you a tip.
And this is for free because I'm done.

If he is going to be governor,
if he is going to be a serious politician,

if he is going
to walk the corridors of power,

he is your charity work.

He is your full-time job.

You're the wife. Help him.

I will take care of it.

You come back tomorrow.
I will deal with it.

He will be ready to work tomorrow.

Do you have a cocktail dress?

No higher than the knee?

- You don't?
- Where is he, Cyrus?

Never mind, Amber.

- We'll send you something.

(SIGHS) What's the problem?

He promised me
he would be in the Oval.

- I look like an idiot.
- I'm sure they'll cut that part out.

I'm doing this whole
Vanna White routine for him,

so that he has a shot at re-election.

He needs to at least meet me halfway.

Is he going to show up tomorrow
for the interview?

Of course he'll show up.
Lauren has it on his schedule.

I know that he will be there,
but is he going to show up tomorrow?

Honestly, Mellie, I don't know.



You were the gate agent
that day, Mrs. Rowe?

Checking in all those people
and then they were just gone.

The flight was sold out,
but took off with one empty seat.

Judy, one of the flight attendants,
called back to the gate to say

they were being held on the tarmac
by a federal Marshal

and someone was being
taken off the plane.

Afterwards, I remember thinking
that person was so lucky.

That wasn't mentioned
in the news reports.

I told the NTSB investigator
who interviewed me,

but I never saw anything
about it anywhere.

I guess maybe it wasn't important?

Did you see them,
the Marshal and the passenger?

It was way out on the tarmac
and it was nighttime.

I'll never forget that name, though.

Of that guy they took off the plane.


Omar Dresden.
The passenger taken off of Flight 522.

Checked with the family,
they believe he died in the crash.

Who took him off the plane?

ABBY: According to the gate agent,
a federal Marshal.

She didn't get a look at him,
and everyone else...

- They dead.
- You can't just stop a plane

on the tarmac of a commercial airport,

take someone off
without anyone seeing.

I could track which flights
were cleared at the same time.

Good. Harrison, Abby, I want you to
locate every maintenance person,

baggage handler and ground controller
who was on duty that night,

down to the guy
who restocks the peanuts,

anyone who may have had eyes
on Omar Dresden and this Marshal.



What are you doing tomorrow night?

I thought I was supposed to call you.

Like I said, what are you doing
tomorrow night?


I heard from Leo Bergen this morning.

We're making some nice progress
on the financial front.

Always knew I liked that guy.
Wears a suit well, too.

He said the timing of my Iowa trip
couldn't be more perfect.

Face time with state leaders

is exactly what I need
to lock down more endorsements.

Whatever you gotta do.

Of course, now that I'm preparing to run
as an independent,

we could face a good deal
more scrutiny.

Who Cassidy frequents with,
who we frequent with...

After all, our biggest strength
in this election will be our family.

Its values.

It would be a shame to lose them
when we're so close to the finish line.

I understand.

I have ever since
you brought it up the first time.

Good. Then let's hope
I don't ever have to bring it up again.

There. Perfect.

He's hated me ever since he was a kid.

I'm a decent father.

My father used to beat me.
I don't beat him.

I'm a decent father, right?

Yes, you are.


You do what's best for them
and they don't appreciate it.

Yeah, sure, I slept around a bit.
I like pretty girls.

But his mother never knew.

Before she died, she didn't know.

And he holds it against me. Saint Fitz.

Whatever it is
you're fighting about now,

I'm sure we can find a way
to make it right.

We have to, if we want to
get this campaign to happen.



I'm gonna tell you something

that fewer than 20 people
in this whole world are aware of.

You remember
Global World Flight 522?

Of course. What a tragedy.

Yeah. Fitz shot it down.


- Flight 522?
- Mmm-hmm.

- Fitz was in the Gulf...
- No, he wasn't.

We had rock-solid intel.

There was a dirty bomb on board.

He was off the coast of Iceland,
he got his orders, and he shot it down.

There were hundreds of people
on that plane.

Did they all die? Yeah. They did.

But hell, they would've died anyway,
if that plane had reached its target.

It could have taken out half of London.

It could have started World War III.

They said there was
a mechanical failure.


That was a little exercise in C YA.

Cover Your Ass.

You think the United States government

could shoot down
a commercial airliner

and just say,
"Oh, sorry for the collateral damage"?

"Sorry that we killed grandma
25 minutes early"?

No, even if Hitler himself was on board,

the lawsuits would've
dragged out for centuries.

And don't even get me started
on the internationals.

Mechanical failure.
That's what you call it.

And you know what it means,
unless you're naive.


You know, that boy's never been
grateful one day in his life

for what he's got, what he's been given.

He's just too sensitive.

He's got too many feelings.

That's why he'll never win.


Good God, you're a beautiful woman.



- Okay, I don't think...

- Stop. Jerry, stop.

Do you really want me to stop?

Hmm? Hmm?

- (GASPS) No, stop. Stop.


No, no.

- No. No.







I sent Lauren home. She seemed tired.

Not as tired as me, of course.

I've been running myself ragged
with that camera crew.

You know, so I can make America
fall in love with me again.

Because apparently
I'm the one they hate after your affair.

It's late, Mellie...

I thought I'd try this.
You know, standing here.

You and Cyrus get to do it all the time.
Little private boys club.

I thought, "Hey, let's get some estrogen
on this seal and see what happens."

Okay, now what's wrong?

(CHUCKLES) What's wrong?

What's wrong? What is wrong?

This is my life. That's what's wrong.

- This is my life.
- Mellie.

You didn't show up for me.

You didn't show up
for that stupid reporter

and me and Teddy
and that photo op in the Oval.

You left me hanging.
And I had to do everything myself.

I always have to.

I am tired of doing everything myself!

I am alone here.

We're supposed to be partners.
We are supposed to be in this together.

Let's not pretend
we're something we're not.


If you knew the sacrifices
that I have made,

the things that I have given up

and the pieces of myself
that I have given away for you,

and you treat me this way.

You declare war on me
and you shame me

and you make me beg for scraps

when I have done nothing
but fight for you.

You don't have to love me.
But we are in this hell together.

And the flames are burning both of us
with equal intensity, baby.

So the least you could do
is be my friend.

Just a little bit.

The least you could do is show up.

Show up for me.

Show up for me, Fitz!

Instead of being like some...

(UNDER BREATH)... stranger.



Where you been?


I was talking to my father on the phone.

In Asheville?

Yeah. He was up late.

He wanted to say hey to his baby girl.

Well, come to bed.

I really just want
to take a shower first.

No. Come here.

- No, I really need to...
- No. Come here.



We should just go home tomorrow.

Screw the Governor's Mansion.
Let's just go home.

Yeah. Let's do that.

Just once...

Just once I wish
my father would apologize.

Be on my side. Just once.


If he did that,

if he just admitted...

I think I'd make a hell of a governor.

Yeah. You would.

I know it's late notice,
I just found out myself.

The President said it's a big emergency

with the IMF and Kurdistan
or Greece or...


I don't know, by then,
my eyes started to glaze over.

Maybe we can try tomorrow
or the next day?

When's this whole thing
supposed to air?

This Sunday.
So even if we do it tomorrow,

that's cutting it kind
of close editing-wise.

He's very sorry.

What am I sorry about?


I thought you had
that emergency with Kurdistan.

Between Kurdistan and Carla?
Come on, it's a no-brainer.


What do you say?
Ready to get this show on the road?

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Grant, I'm sure you're aware
of the effect all of this has had

on your popularity
amongst the American people.

I don't really read the polls.

In that case, allow me to summarize.

The American people,
nearly half of them,

now question whether
they want you representing them at all.

That's not really
what the polls suggest.

So you do read the polls?


On occasion. (CHUCKLES)

Then you know that close to
a third of Americans

now even question your sanity,
your emotional stability.

I understand their frustration, I do.

What do you say to them?

How do you explain what drove you
to make the rash decision

to go on national television

and air your marital dirty laundry
in front of the entire world?


What do I say to them?

I say they're barking up the wrong tree.

With all due respect, Mr. President,
that was a question for the First Lady...

With all due respect, Carla,
that wasn't a question, it was an attack.

- Sir...
- Ask my wife anything you want,

she's more than capable
of handling herself.

But if you want to attack her?
To treat her like a witness on the stand?

You're going to have
to go through me first.

- Mr. President...
- I had the affair.

I damaged our marriage

and caused the public grief

and I should be the sole carrier

of the blame and outrage
for this embarrassing fiasco.

To place it elsewhere, to blame Mellie
for speaking out is false.

For Mellie to accept that blame
or to take responsibility

for any of it would be equally false.

I made the mistake.

I've apologized for it. And now it is time.

I am moving on.

We're both trying to move on.

And all we can ask is that
the American people try to do the same.


What do we have on Omar Dresden?

Nothing yet, but we've got a good lead...

We found the guy who was driving
the stairs on the tarmac that night.

He would have seen Dresden
being taken off the plane.

And he still lives in D.C.

- When are we talking to him?
- He's working tonight,

but he said I could come by.

Good. Keep on it.

It's a lot nicer inside the car, am I right?


I got to go in there
and snag that file tonight.

I've been here since 4:00,
he hasn't moved.

This guy's got a bladder made of steel.


I really didn't want
to have to use these.

Is that M99?

Bingo. Just use enough to put him to
sleep until we can get out of there.

You think you could disable
the security cameras?

Or do you want to do the fun job?

(CHUCKLES) Just kidding.
Huck would kill me.

Huck let me torture someone once.

I got what he needed.

CHARLIE: Be calm. Worst thing
you can do is jump the gun.


Let me put you on hold
for a second, honey.

I'm supposed to be picking something
up for my boss on the 15th floor?

- Kline Pharmaceuticals?
- That's it.

I'm pretty sure everyone's
gone for the night.

Mind signing in while I call up?

Do you have another pen?
I think this one's dead.


- Here. Try this one...



All clear. It's done.

Come now.

Hey, Charlie?


- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

(WHISPERS) Oh, my God.








Oh, my God. Oh, my God.



- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Thank you.

I know things got a little
out of hand last night...

- Don't mention it.
- I'm sorry. I would hate for it...

I said don't mention it. I know I won't.

Instead, we should talk
about something else.

Something like, how when Fitz
comes down for breakfast,

you'll take him aside and tell him
whatever it is he needs to hear.

Not how ungrateful he is.
Or sensitive. Or doomed to fail.

You will tell him what he needs to hear.

How proud you are of him.

How sorry you are
for being such a bad father.

You will tell him that he doesn't
have to run on his military record.

At least not yet.

You'll get him back on track,
support him.

Support us.

You are an asset.

I am his wife.


Are you all packed?
We should get going.

Let's just have a bite of breakfast first.

Come on, sit down.

Your father says
he wants to apologize to you.

Don't you, Big Jerry?

CARLA: Are you two ready
to go out there?

And shake a couple hundred hands?
You bet.

Although every man alive
feels the need to double-down

on the whole strong handshake
mandate when they meet the President.

I just wish I could wear gloves.
Jackie Kennedy had it easy.

Well, not that easy.

- You'll cut that part out, right?
- Yes, Mr. President.

- Can I have some more powder, please?

It helps with the sweaty palms.
Thank you.

- Do you have enough?
- We're good.

- Thanks, guys.
- Thank you.


Hell of a performance in that interview,
by the way. Going on the attack?

Smart choice.

It wasn't a choice. I meant every word.

MAN: Ladies and gentlemen,

the President and First Lady
of the United States.

- Well, let's get this over with, shall we?





- We need to talk.
- C YRUS: Not now.

- It's important.
- Please, not now.

Yes, now. We have to talk.

Fine. You wanna know why
you didn't get the big interview?

Because you got
your ass handed to you

- by that featherweight Josie Marcus.
- That's not...

Which might have
been okay on its own.

But since you're already famous
for your softball Mellie interview

where you neglected
to ask the hard questions

that Carla Steele asked today,
your integrity took a hit.

- Cyrus!
- What?

I got fired.

You... You got...

About an hour ago. I got an email.

- Honey...
- Thanks for the pep talk.



- What? No luck?
- I could try again.

No. Thanks, Amber.

- Well?
- No dice.

(SIGHS) Maybe she's not his type.

Hold it.


She's not his type.



FITZ: Anything I should know, Mike?

Typical week. She swims at 0600,
arrives back at the office at 0800.

Departs 10 to 12 hours later,
heads straight home.

Doesn't seem to be
in any imminent danger, sir.

FITZ: She is. Stay on her.

- Inmate you're visiting?
- Omar Dresden.



Hey, something's not right here.

What do you mean?

Jake? Jake?

Talk to me.


(SOBBING) Come on.

Oh, come on, Huck. Please...

Is that a call you really wanna make?

'Cause I got a feeling he's gonna
be tremendously disappointed in you.

You belong to B-613 now.

Welcome to Wonderland.


FITZ: Anything on the mother?
MIKE: Not much to find.

Before dying on Global World 522,
Maya Pope worked as a secretary

for a venture capitalist
named Neal Hastings.


He's dead, Liv.

The guy that drove the stairs.
Our only link to Omar Dresden.

Someone's way ahead of us.

It's gotta be my father.

One child, Olivia, a husband, Elijah,
eight years her senior.

Works at the Smithsonian.
Hard guy to get a picture of.

But I finally found an old copy
of his museum badge.


- Her father?
- That's him.




Our daughter's been asking about you.


Uh, everyone, uh, can I have
your attention for a moment?

Fitz and I would like to thank everyone

who signed on to the campaign
in the last few weeks.

I know we have
a long, hard journey ahead of us,

but before we start off,

I just want to tell you how lucky I feel

to be a part of
this amazing group of people.

This amazing family.

And, of course,

how much I love
my amazing, amazing husband...


Who, with your help,

is going to be
the next governor of California.


And someday,
President of the United States.

- Oh!




You're not drinking?


(GASPS) Fitz. Don't... No. It's early, yet.

Don't... Don't get happy yet. (LAUGHS)



You know, if it's a boy,
he's gonna make us name him Jerry.



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