Scandal (2012–2018): Season 4, Episode 21 - A Few Good Women - full transcript

- Man, do I love you.
- I want Vermont with Fitz.

I also want the sun with you.

Rowan always went on and on
about how special you were.

You can't take command.

- Command takes you.
- He's coming.

I can convene a secret Grand Jury.

Good morning.

Lift.

You sleep okay?

I slept okay.

- Where you going?
- To work.



Hey, what's going on with your friend?

The one who used my
chest as a cutting board.

He's being taken care
of. It's being handled.

By who?

I'll be back soon.

You're pretty damn hot.

I hope that's okay to
say, 'cause it's true.

You're in amazing shape incredible core.

I mean, I could work out every day all day,

and I'd never be in the
kind of shape you're in.

I hate that about dudes.

Oh, well.

It's probably for the best.

Oh, your nails are dirty.



Mm-hmm.

Maybe once I'm done
with my little manicure,

you'll trust me enough
to tell us what Rowan

said to you on the phone,
tell us about Foxtail.

Is he talking?

Uh, he'll talk. I promise.

Quinn's just getting into her groove.

How long until my father calls him?

Standard operating procedure

says you check in with
the agent every 10 hours,

which means his next call
will be three hours from now.

And when he does call,

we're prepared to trace
it, pinpoint his location.

You'll need to be here, because...

the second we pick up,

the second he realizes that
Russell has been compromised...

The countdown begins.

No one is going to kill you, Russell.

I know that sounds comforting,
but, trust me, it's not.

You don't get off so easily.

You don't get to die.

So if I were you, I'd
start talking about Foxtail,

because what these two
are going to do to you...

Is much worse than death.

Madam Vice President,
this is Admiral Hawley,

the commander of the U.S. Fleet Forces,

and Captain Weaver, his chief of staff.

Thank you both so much for your service.

It is an honor and a
pleasure, Madam Vice President.

Now, I know some Sailors

who would very much like to meet you.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

I'm Susan Ross.

The vice president.

Ensign Martin, Ma'am.

And what do you do on
the boat, Ensign Martin?

I'm the Assistant
Communications Officer, Ma'am.

That is just fascinating.

Do we have time for Ensign Martin

to show me her bunk?

I would love to see where
a communications officer

calls home.

Captain Weaver and I can certainly take you

on a tour of the Officers' Quarters, Ma'am.

Oh. No. That's not necessary.

I just want Ensign Martin to show me.

This is the location of my
sleeping quarters, Ma'am.

Can I show you anything
else on the ship, Ma'am?

No. Thank you.

But you can tell me what
happened to your wrist.

It was a training accident, Ma'am.

You know, I had a roommate in college once

who came home with a bruise like yours.

She said she caught her arm in a car door.

But she didn't.

And you didn't get that in
a training accident, did you?

You stole a United States Servicewoman?!

I removed Ensign Martin
from an unsafe situation.

On whose authority... the
Captain of Crazytown's?

What the hell were you thinking?

You have no jurisdiction over the military.

That woman out there was raped.

One in three women in the military

has been subjected to sexual assault...

one in three.

And if, God forbid, a Servicewoman

accuses a man of rape,
and he's found not guilty,

she gets prosecuted for
filing a false report.

You were in the Navy. Did you know that?

I didn't, but what I do know

is that over 200 years
of historical precedent

tells me that it is not our place

to intervene in the
military judicial system.

You're the commander in
chief of the Armed Forces.

The Navy is an armed force.

Ensign Martin would be
willing to come forward

he knew you'd protect her.

I'm sorry. "Willing to come forward"?

Does that mean she hasn't yet come forward?

Has she ever said she was raped?

Just because she doesn't
want to tell me her story

doesn't mean she doesn't have one.

Let me get this straight.

You, the vice president
of the United States,

a largely powerless figurehead,

are sent on a photo OP to
shake some hands on a boat.

Then, while there, you
decide, out of thin air,

that one of the people you're
there to take a picture with

was raped?

Not because she told you
or her commanding officer

or anyone else, as far as you know,

but because you,

the largely powerless
figurehead of the United States,

are some sort of sexual-assault
bloodhound in your spare time?

She was raped. I know she
was. And it isn't right.

What isn't right is removing
a Servicewoman from duty

and bringing her here in an
attempt to force her and me

into actions we have
no intention of taking.

You stole her, Susan, and
you need to put her back.

- I can't!
- Put her back, Susan.

But, sir...

The military has its own system

for prosecuting crimes, rape included.

Put her back, Susan.

Any luck getting Russell to talk?

Not yet. We're working on it.

Do I want to know what that means?

It means "not yet."

Because Foxtail is
obviously your father's way

of stopping this Grand
Jury from indicting him.

So if you find out that foxtail means, say,

"assassinate David Rosen," I'd
really appreciate a heads up.

I have to go.

Susan. What are you doing here?

Hi, Liv. I really need your help.

Ensign Martin?

Do I know you?

I'm a friend of the vice president's.

Now, do you want to tell me
what Foxtail is by yourself,

or do you need help?

Okay. Help it is.

Command. Yes, of course.

What do we do?

We don't answer. We have to answer it!

No, we can't answer! Liv's not back yet.

We answer, Rowan will know
Russell's been compromised.

If we don't answer, Rowan
will think that anyway.

Well, who's gonna talk to him? Me? You? No.

Liv is the only person
who can keep her father

on the phone long enough to...

All we have to do is keep
command on an open line

- for 12 seconds.
- 12 seconds is not a short...

I need 12 seconds. I can get his location.

I can get his location in 12 seconds.

Even if he figures out that we
have Russell, we'll have him.

12 seconds, Quinn. Pick it up.

Hello?

Hello?

Olivia?

Did you get it? Huck?

He hung up too fast. He's onto us.

I said no.

We have to go to Springfield.

- We have to...
- Springfield is not an option.

We need to at least consider it.
I wouldn't ask if it weren't...

Jerry, Liz! My son.

The last time we were in Springfield

was the day that Jerry died.

I'm not going back there.

I know, Mellie, but
we're three points down.

Eve of the election...

Springfield is not an option!

I'm sorry.

It's just, we've been doing the voter math,

and without progressives
and women we are gonna lose.

I'm a woman. Why don't I have women?

Shane Jackson's

nursing his wife through ovarian cancer.

So what if his wife has cancer?

The man's a hateful misogynist.

Yes, but he shaved his head
in solidarity during his wife's

first round of chemo
and went up seven points.

The female voters are eating it up.

And what does Springfield get me, exactly?

A very high turnout of
women aged 18 to 49...

the highest in the state.

Springfield is a hurdle.

But once we jump it, we
cross the finish line first.

Ensign Amy Martin.

Assistant Communications
Officer on the U.S.S. Montana.

Comes from a long line of military service.

Amy wanted to be a sailor since she was 13.

- I'm here to help.
- I didn't ask for any help.

I can help you get justice.

It's too late for that. Look, there's
no evidence. There's no witnesses.

I just want to go back to work.

Ensign Martin, trust me. I can protect you.

You don't have to hide anymore.

All I need to know is where, when, and who.

John Hawley.

Four-star Admiral, Commander
of U.S. Fleet Forces.

No big deal... just a few hundred ships,

thousands of aircraft, subs
carrying a nuclear arsenal.

Hawley and the Prez,
they hang pretty tight.

He's celebrated, decorated...

Pretty much untouchable.

What side of history does the
White House want to stand on, Abby?

Because I don't think it's
the side that condones rape.

Jake's sleeping at your place now?

At least tell me which
way the oval is leaning.

So, you're back together with Jake?

He's just staying with me.

Mellie's all over this,
right? She has to be.

What about the guy that we really liked?

With the abs?

Russell? I was rooting for him.

What's going on with him?

Turns out he's not my type.

Mellie Grant doesn't show up on rape,

she can kiss senator goodbye.

- What does Jake say? About Russell?
- Abby!

Mellie's Senate Race has no bearing

on how the White House
conducts its business.

Amy Martin has no standing

outside the military judicial system.

Satisfied?

No.

What are you gonna do?

Liv, what are you gonna do?

Oh, you're gonna ruin my day.

You're gonna ruin the white
house's day, aren't you?

Yes, Abby. Yes, I am.

How can Amy Martin expect fairness

from a military judicial system

in which everyone, from the investigators,

to the judges, to the jury,
all salute and take orders

from the man she's accusing of a crime?

Isn't that why we have a military?

To protect our freedoms,
our rights as individuals,

to have our day in court?

Rape cases, like all cases

prosecuted on behalf of military personnel,

must be tried in military courts.

That's been the law since 1775.

What Liv is suggesting is illegal.

What about murdering your vice president?

How long has that been illegal?

We have to tell the press something.

They're all over me.

Peter.

Will the president intervene
to allow for a civilian trial?

I will say it again. In cases like this,

defense, and only
defense, has jurisdiction.

Carol.

What about the first lady?
She's running for senate.

Does she have any comment on
her husband's lack of action?

I don't know, Carol. You'd
have to ask her campaign.

Is anyone from the White House
gonna comment on this case?

Please tell me we're handling this.

We're handling this, right?

I thought you were out campaigning.

I was, but then a story broke

about a young naval
officer who had been raped,

and now the only thing
people want to ask me about

is whether or not my husband is
going to intervene on her behalf.

Can I assume, because we're not monsters,

that the answer is yes?

- Fitz...
- I can't intervene.

It would send the wrong message.

It would tell the world
that we don't condone rape.

The secretary of defense will handle this.

He'll personally see to it
that this case is given its due.

Ahh.

Oh, perfect timing.

He's ready to tell us what Foxtail is.

Right, Russell?

No screaming, okay?

We don't want to disturb the neighbors.

That was our agreement.

Damn it!

Huck?

Huck! Grab his head!

Hold it down. Hold his head down.

Liv!

You can let go now.

It was a kill pill.

Either diethylmercury or cyanide.

It was hidden in this.

Didn't Liv tell you that
you don't get to die?

Not until you tell us what Foxtail means.

Are you gonna tell me what's wrong?

There's blood. Right there on your sleeve.

It's Russell's blood, isn't it?

I'm assuming.

Since you've got him across the hall.

I'm very good at my job, Liv.

Also, you and Lois share a wall.

Not so thick, that wall.

- Olivia...
- Don't worry about it.

"Don't worry about it"?

Torturing him won't work. He'll never talk.

You understand that. Right?

You can torture him all you
want, but he will never talk.

Are you hungry? I'm hungry.

Liv, Russell is not
your average B613 agent.

He's like me.

He's nothing like you.

A guy runs into you in a public place.

It seems random... casual.

He flirts a little.

And then... what a surprise
you run into him again.

You'd be bothered by the
coincidence, except...

He says all the right things.

He's nice, but with a
bit of an arrogant edge...

Persistent but aloof.

It's all just enough to pique your interest

that he's been studying you for months,

surveilling your every move,
listening to your every call,

getting a PHD in Olivia Pope

because your father told him to.

He's been hand-picked, groomed, trained.

He's exactly like me.

Your father made Russell, and he made me.

We both came off the same assembly line.

The only difference is
that I'm in love with you.

Command would call that a defect.

Russell does not have that defect.

With Russell, Rowan built a better me.

So believe me when I tell you,

you can torture Russell all you want,

but it will never make him talk.

When I was kidnapped,
there was this bathroom.

It was filthy.

It was the filthiest place I've ever been.

It had this smell.

But it was the only place they weren't,

the only place I was alone.

I started to look forward
to being in there...

Look forward to my five minutes
in a dirty, smelly bathroom

because it was safe.

I felt safe.

That bathroom in that
place with those men...

at least I knew what it
was, what to expect...

That my father could not get me.

Liv...

BNC News has learned that
an Official Military Inquiry

will be made into the
sexual-assault allegations

brought by Ensign Amy Martin
against Admiral John Hawley.

Depositions begin today
behind the closed doors

of the U.S. Navy's Judge Advocate Generals,

or JAG, corps.

Maybe he got stuck in traffic.

Look, we can't just question
the admiral ourselves.

It has to be a JAG lawyer.

Call the main office.
See if they've already...

Wait. Sorry I'm late.

I, uh... I took an Ambien
last night to ease my nerves.

Damn thing knocked me out
while I was still on my feet.

Woke up an hour ago on the bathroom floor

with a big old goose egg on my head.

Virgil Plunkett. Judge advocate.

- Quinn Perkins.
- Olivia.

Olivia Pope.

Pleased to make your
acquaintance, Ms. Pope.

Likewise.

So... Admiral Hawley, huh?

That man is a God around here.

I met him when I was
first got commissioned.

Couldn't find the spit in
my mouth to even say hello.

You ever tried a rape case before, Virgil?

No, Ma'am. This will be my first.

I do appreciate a challenge, though.

And if my superiors saw
fit to assign me this case,

well, they must believe I'm up to it.

- Otherwise, why assign it to me?
- Why, indeed.

Now, if you don't mind
pointing me towards the head,

I do have some business to attend to

before the admiral arrives.

Okay. Thank you.

That's the lawyer they gave us?

Of course that's the lawyer they gave us.

They want us to fail.

Anyway, uh...

It's the contention of my client

that on the night of the 17th...

Sorry.

Mouth's a little dry.

You forced yourself on her sexually,

even going so far as to hit her in the face

when she began screaming.
Is that correct, sir?

- No.
- Do you deny having sex with her?

Admiral, I asked you a question.

You might want to remind
your guest, counselor,

that this is a military proceeding

and she has no standing here.

Did you or did you not
have sexual intercourse

with my client on the night in question?

- Sir?
- This country has a lot of enemies.

Most of them are overseas,

but some of them are right
here on our own shores.

And that woman sitting
next to you, counselor,

she's one of them...

a barnacle on the ass of every loser

with a mouth big enough to say "boo-hoo."

- Sir...
- No.

I did not have sexual
intercourse with your client.

I wasn't even on the ship the
night she said this happened.

Hawley says he wasn't
on the ship that night.

Claims he was on the base, but he's lying.

He knows it. His chief of staff knows it.

- We know it.
- So let's prove it.

Every sailor has a security badge,

and there are checkpoints
all over that base.

We should be able to track
Admiral Hawley's movements

- swipe by swipe.
- I'll have our awesome lawyer

make a formal request for
the base's security logs.

Abby.

I want to help. I'm not supposed to.

But I can't just stand there on that podium

and pretend I don't
have an opinion on this.

Have a seat.

Amy.

Slow down.

I'll be right there.

You okay?

What is it? What's wrong?

You have to do something for me, okay?

Yes. Anything. Whatever you need.

I have to get off the ship.

I need you to get me an abortion.

Who else knows about this?

- Who else have you told?
- No one.

If the admiral finds out that I'm pregnant,

that there's actual physical proof...

You have to help me.

I wouldn't be doing my
job if I didn't tell you

that if you could just wait a few weeks

- before you have the procedure...
- Weeks?

At eight weeks, we can test the DNA

and use it against him in court.

We can win this. We can get you justice.

Oh, I can't. I'm sorry.

I can't spend another
second with that man's...

I need to do it now.

You have to get me off the ship.

Absolutely.

One of my men informed me

that there was a civilian
on board without permission.

I'm visiting my client.

There are rules, regulations, protocols.

You don't just pop onto a U.S. Navy vessel.

Understood, of course.

I was just here picking my client up

to bring her back to
my office for a meeting.

I don't think that'll be possible.

Ensign Martin is integral to our operation,

and she has some duties she's
neglecting at the moment.

Back to work.

It's better if he's not too damaged.

Know what I mean?

I do.

Think I can have some time with him?

When I get back here,

I want him in the same
condition as when I left.

Yes, sir.

I'm gonna untie one of your hands.

If you do anything
unfriendly, I will shoot you.

If you try to kill yourself
with this beer bottle,

I will shoot you in a
place that requires you

to wear a diaper for the rest of your life.

And if you try to kill me, well...

Kill me once... shame on me.

Kill me twice...

It's domestic.

Not that good, but it reminds
me of being in the Navy.

Cheap beer, beautiful women.

Cheers.

Ahh.

This good cop/bad cop
dance is wasted on me.

You're not gonna tell me what Foxtail is.

I'm not gonna tell you anything.

Oh, that wasn't a question.

I know you're not gonna tell me anything.

Then why are you here?

I don't know.

Curious, I guess.

Never met any of Rowan's others before.

You?

No. Hmm.

No, he talked about them.

Oh, he loved to talk about them.

Mostly when I wasn't
living up to expectation.

Which for me was constantly.

They, of course, were all perfect.

Completely loyal. Never questioning.

I know.

I was always like, "if
they were all so perfect,

then why are they all dead?" Why...

How perfect could they have been?

I used to think he was making them up.

Thought you were some kind
of myth... Till I met you.

Yeah, he wants you to think
that. Wants you to wonder.

He talks about you differently

than he talks about the others.

Yeah?

Like he misses you.

He was the closest thing
to a father I ever had.

Me too.

I mean, he was mean as a snake.

Oh, yeah. Sadistic son of a bitch.

Crazy mamajamma.

"When will you raise your ambitions... "

"To meet my standards?"

Yeah. What about this one?

"If I tell you to do something

and it hasn't been done correctly... "

"Do you think it wise to
return to my presence?"

And w-what's with all the albums?

I mean, I love retro as
much as the next person.

But, bitch, please. Why
are we pretending it's 1973?

And the wine. The wine
is just... Pretentious.

All that cork smelling.

Now, I like the wine. He
has excellent taste in wine.

Oh, he has excellent taste in
everything. That's the problem.

He's better at everything
than everyone else.

Well, he's command. And as we know...

"You can't take command, son!"

You're talented.

You should know that.

You had me. I was almost dead.

A couple more minutes, and
I would have been... Dead.

You should feel good about
it. He'll be proud of you.

No, he won't be.

I got caught. And I let my guard down.

I let my guard down, and Olivia caught me.

You don't know?

What?

I'm surprised.

I just thought you would
have figured it out by now.

What?

Olivia is supposed to catch you.

That's part of it.

For Rowan, that's the best part of it,

how he exerts his control over her.

Where's the power in it for him

if she never knows you belong to him?

He needs her to know that
she is never safe from him,

never out of his grasp.

When her guard is up, he waits.

He waits... and he waits...

Until she starts to believe he's gone.

And she relaxes.

And then he sends us
in. But she has to know.

That's how he lets her
know Papa Pope is in charge.

That's how he lets her know that...

You can't take command, son.

Yes.

She never had a chance, did she?

No, she didn't.

You'll look out for her? Keep her safe?

Yeah.

Anyway, nice to meet
a member of the family.

Okay, you can tie me back up now...

Bring in crazy dude.

I'm good to go.

Okay, Amy has been restricted to the ship.

For something called "conduct
unbecoming." Whatever that means.

According to the uniform
code of military justice,

that could mean any number of things...

making a rude remark,
using foul language...

Sneezing at the wrong time.

There has to be some way
we can get Amy out of there.

What about emergency medical leave?

Sure, if Amy had a dead relative

whose funeral she had
to attend, for example.

What about a sick relative? One
she had to leave the ship to visit?

That works, too, but Amy
doesn't have a sick relative.

Actually, she does.

No, she doesn't. Ms. Pope, we can't...

Virgil, do you personally
know all of Amy's relatives

and the various states of their health?

I guess not.

Make the call.

This entire speech is about my son.

It's the town where he died.

People will expect you to say something.

Say something, yes. But this?

Cut paragraphs two and three.

The rest of it's not that bad.

I've seen better writing on soap operas.

I understand your reluctance

to capitalize on a personal tragedy,

but we've been losing
points with women for weeks.

And the lack of White House
action on military rape,

it's having an effect.

I understand your position, sir.

It's a military matter

and deserves to be handled accordingly.

But most women don't see it that way.

Women of Virginia don't see it that way.

You see military rape. They just see rape.

If we want their votes,
we have to appeal to them

on a more... emotional level.

By exploiting my son's death?

By leaning into it.

"Lean in"?

Lean... In?

Go.

Now!

I can't.

I wo... I don't... I
don't even have words to...

I know.

This is it.

Amy, this is Huck. He's one of us.

Huck, this is Amy, and this
is Amy's attorney, Virgil.

How's it going next door?

I should probably go check on him.

What's going on next door?

Renovations.

My friend Jake is a contractor.

Oh.

This is the office.

- Is there anywhere I can take it?
- Kitchen's right through there.

Thank you. Virgil Plunkett.

- Make yourself comfortable. My home is your home.
- Yes, sir.

- Anything you need, let us know. One of us will get it for you.
- Understood. Thank you, sir.

So, the Pentagon denied our request

to see the base's security logs.

- What a surprise.
- They can do that?

Disclosing the admiral's
whereabouts at any given time

is apparently a matter
of national security.

So that's it?

- Olivia.
- What do you think of a system of justice

that doesn't allow the
defense to see the evidence?

Let me guess. This isn't a social call.

Do you think it's appalling?
Or maybe just flat-out corrupt?

I guess it depends on what context you...

No. Don't "context"
your way out of this one.

If you saw this kind of
blatant disregard for the truth

in any other country of the world,

you would condemn it out of hand.

You don't know that

because you haven't
actually allowed me to speak.

- All right. Speak.
- You're not gonna interrupt me?

- No.
- Good. Thank you.

I'm the president.

I can't upend over 200
years of legal doctrine

just to help you out
with one of your clients.

Do you know that if you're
a member of the military,

you can't sue the U.S.
government if you're raped

because it's considered the same

as an injury on the battlefield?

An occupational hazard?

I did know that. It's the feres doctrine.

I also know that admiral
Hawley has an alibi, Olivia.

An alibi I can't confirm because the Navy

is telling me his whereabouts
that night are classified.

So to get around that little inconvenience,

you want me, the commander in chief,

to hand you over the documents
that tell you where he was?

Even though those documents are classified,

and if they caught me,
they'd hang me by my thumbs

in the town square.

Washington doesn't have a town square.

Trust me, the democrats
would build one for me.

It's so wrong.

This...

It's wrong.

I know.

She was raped, Fitz.

The world is right.

About what?

My job sucks.

Mine, too.

You still up?

I can't sleep. Where were you?

Liv called.

Oh, that's good.

Mel, what's wrong?

Springfield.

He would have been 17 this year.

My God, he'd be driving.

Going to the prom.

Waiting to hear what colleges he got into.

Harvard.

Mm... Yale, I think.

Yale.

Definitely.

I'll cancel my day tomorrow.

We'll go to Springfield...

Together.

No.

It has to be me. Just me.

I just don't know what I'm
gonna get up there and say.

You want to know what
Liv would tell you to say?

Or is that too...

Tell me.

She'd tell you to throw
your husband under the bus.

How?

First, I have to hang
myself in the town square.

Abby.

I have something for you.

I thought the Navy denied our request

for the base's security logs.

They denied your request.

The president's request? Not so much.

Hawley claims he was on the base

- at the time Amy was raped on the ship.
- Oh, we've got a problem.

Hawley was on the base
at the time Amy was raped.

According to these logs, he
was in the operations building.

Look, his badge was swiped at the gate,

and then again when he entered room 17.

Let me see.

Those logs obviously
confirm the admiral's alibi

that he was in the operations building

at the time of the assault on the ship.

Exactly where captain Weaver? Said he was.

But where were you, Captain Weaver?

Excuse me?

You follow admiral Hawley
around all day long.

But your badge wasn't scanned
at the operations building.

In fact, your movements

are largely unaccounted for that evening.

You were on duty, but your name

doesn't appear in these logs at all.

I'm guessing you were the
one using the admiral's badge,

covering his tracks,
serving as an accomplice

while Admiral Hawley raped Ensign Martin.

- You need to leave.
- When I get my hands

on the surveillance tape from that night,

I'm going to see you
scanning the admiral's badge

on the base, aren't I?

Because he wasn't there.
He was on the boat.

Those tapes are classified.

So were these logs, yet I have them.

Calloway! Griggs!

Please escort Ms. Pope and
her friends off the base.

They won't be returning.

Call the White House.

Tell Abby she's about to
have a firestorm on her hands.

Oh, y'all are some crafty ladies.

Admiral John Hawley,

the Commander of the Navy's Fleet Forces,

confessed to the rape of Ensign Amy Martin

after a security video leaked online today.

The chilling video, too
disturbing to play for you here,

shows the admiral dragging
Martin into his office.

The United States Navy
is scrambling to respond

as many are calling for a full overhaul

of how allegations of sexual assault

are handled within the military.

Carol.

Is the president finally
able to acknowledge

the very clear and disturbing rape culture

pervading the United States military today?

The president is confident
that justice will be served

in Ensign Martin's case.

He will work closely with
the secretary of defense,

as well as the joint chiefs,

to assess this problem and find solutions.

What does that mean?

That... that's not specific at all.

Thank you.

Thank you!

Thank you so much for coming out today!

I know there's been a lot of discussion

about my returning to
this stage, this place.

And I know there are a lot
of you who would like me

to talk about what happened
here last year to my family...

To my son.

But I'm not gonna do that.

Instead of talking about my son today,

I want to talk about all of our children...

all of America's sons and
daughters who fight so bravely

and serve so selflessly
for the sake of our freedom.

I don't know if you've been
following the news lately,

but my husband did something
this week that, well...

It ticked off a lot of people.

Myself included.

A Naval Officer was raped.

And instead of intervening on her behalf,

he decided to let the military
handle it internally...

Because, he said, it's not
his place to change a law

that's been in effect for over 200 years.

Now, I love my husband.

But on this point, we disagree...

Because...

What I believe is that
our daughters and our sons

deserve better than the
way the military treats them

when they've been assaulted.

And when I am senator, I
am gonna make it my mission

to create an independent judicial body

devoted exclusively to
sexual-assault claims.

It's wrong that the members of
our military can't seek justice

without fear of persecution...

Wrong that my husband isn't
doing more to protect them...

And wrong that the
leadership of our military,

the men we entrust with
our children's lives,

feel so protected by
their 200-year traditions

that they think they
can get away with this.

They can't.

And as the junior senator of
the great state of Virginia,

I aim to prove it!

Mellie! Mellie!

Mellie! Mellie!

Mellie! Mellie! Mellie!

They signed off on everything.

My clearance has been restored.

I'm headed back to my ship.

That's great.

Thank you...

Both...

For doing this.

Hey.

You did this.

Thank you.

Shh.

Liv, I think we have a problem.

I'm sorry to bother you.

Is there any way you could let
me into Ms. Pope's apartment?

I left some files in there,
and she said you have the key.

I don't think our Virgil Plunkett

is actually Virgil Plunkett.

Hold on.

Mellie! Mellie!

Mellie! Mellie!

Mellie! Mellie! Mellie!

Thank you!

What's next?

Well, we've got a spaghetti feed

at the 4th street firehouse.

But first, there's someone

at the Maguire hotel I'd like you to meet.

I knew command would
send someone. Untie me.

Did you tell them anything about Foxtail?

No. Of course not.

He's a big donor deep pockets.

Give him a little

of what you gave those
folks in the crowd today,

and we can run ads 24/7 till election day.

I heard a noise. I ran
over as fast as I could.

Huck's alive.

Russell's gone.

So that's it.

We never find out what Foxtail means.

Foxtail is secure. Once
again, Foxtail is secure.

Hello, Mrs. Grant.

Ah.