Scandal (2012–2018): Season 4, Episode 4 - Like Father, Like Daughter - full transcript
Fitz asks Olivia to shut down a situation that could destroy the Grant family's reputation. Meanwhile, Huck and Quinn realize there is more than they originally thought when it comes to ...
[Camera shutter clicking]
[Dog barking in distance]
[Car alarm chirps]
[Camera shutter clicking]
- Hi.
- Hi.
You're late.
Sorry.
Car trouble.
I thought
we could have some dinner
and talk about
how our days went.
That sounds very normal.
I'll start.
Catherine Winslow
was taken into custody...
[Muffled] So we're gonna try
and get her out of...
I will be the one
standing over you when you die.
Olivia:
...Get her out on bail.
So, how was your day?
[Chuckles]
Uh, about that.
We need to talk.
Just let me get this.
[Cellphone ringing]
This is Olivia.
Don't do anything.
Don't go anywhere!
I'll be right there.
I'm so sorry.
I have to go.
We can talk later?
- Sure.
- Okay.
Where the hell are they?
Who? Olivia, who are
we looking for?
We're gonna go in and out
very fast. Stay with me.
Okay, but it would help if
I knew who we were looking for.
Jello shots!
[All cheering]
[Dance music playing]
[Vomits, coughs]
Olivia, please don't
tell my parents.
We came for some spoiled rich kid?
Look at my contacts.
Find Cyrus Beene.
Call his cell...
Not the one marked private,
the one marked black.
It's an encrypted number,
so it will take a minute
to go through.
Olivia, why am I
calling Cyrus Beene?
To tell him we've got
the president's daughter.
[Coughs]
It's official.
You're ruining me.
I'm sorry?
Well, the lack of
sleep, for one.
And then there's the fact
that all I find myself thinking
about in my briefings...
In my lunches and meetings
and strategy sessions is...
This.
You mind?
No.
Not at all.
[Cellphone ringing]
[Sighs]
[Sighs]
Cyrus Beene.
Where the hell
was secret service?
She slipped
her security detail.
We need an extraction plan.
We can't go out the front door.
There's about a hundred kids
here with smartphones.
God.
The room keeps spinning.
- 15 minutes.
- We'll be here.
[Cellphone ringing]
Liv.
I need you to shut down
the cell service
at this address...
6400 West 7th.
How many phones?
Probably over 100.
Can you do it?
I can try to exploit
the "kill switch" code
- cell manufacturers have
embedded in the... - Easy, Huck.
Is that a yes?
On it.
Fire escape.
Other side of the building.
So, 100 feet across the loft?
Karen, we're gonna leave.
When we walk out that door,
I need you to do your best
to look and act
as sober as possible.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Except I can't really walk.
♪ Do I believe in God?
Do I believe in me? ♪
♪ Controversy, controversy,
controversy ♪
Dude, doesn't that look like
the grant kid?
Google her.
Crap.
My phone's dead.
Try yours.
♪ Do I believe in God?
Do I believe in me? ♪
♪ Some people wanna die
so they can be free ♪
Go. Mingle.
Make new friends.
Olivia: Quinn, window!
Watch your step.
I'll be right behind you.
Okay. Wait.
What are we doing?
Getting you into college!
[Helicopter blades whirring]
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ controversy
♪ controversy
[camera shutter clicks]
When we land, the secret service
will take you inside.
Wait, what?
You're not coming in with me?
But I don't understand.
I thought that was your job...
To cover for people?
Kind of hard to cover up a
chopper on the white house lawn.
Karen, this isn't a job.
This is a favor.
I got you out of that party
and back home
without a thousand
YouTube videos
of the president's drunk
daughter all over the news.
Favor complete.
I go back to my warm bed.
You have a job.
Your job is to explain
to your parents
why you thought slipping
your secret service detail
to get wasted at a party
500 miles from your school
was a good idea.
I don't need a pair of suits
with wires in their ears
watching over me 24/7.
Those agents protect you.
They were standing right next
to my brother when he died!
What did they protect him from?
- Karen...
- Whatever.
I just needed a night out.
[Cellphone chimes] Okay?
To have some fun.
It's no big deal.
Karen:
You guys are crazy.
Oh, crap.
What is it?
Oh... crap.
All right, boys.
Let's go to Paris.
Boy: You feel that?
Did you get that
on camera, dude?
Did you get that? Dude,
tell me that was recording.
Boy ♪2:
Yeah, got it all!
[Beep]
Cyrus. You want to
wake the president.
Because, Cyrus.
I said because.
I can't tell you why, Cyrus.
Believe me when I say
you need to wake him.
Listen to...
Stop talking.
I do not care
if he has the African summit
in the morning.
I do not care if you
have to red file him
to get past the marine guard.
I do not care if you have to
take America to defcon1.
I just saw
the dirtiest sex tape
I have ever seen
in my entire life,
and it stars
his teenage daughter.
So you go upstairs
and you get the president's ass
out of bed now!
A sex tape?!
Karen, is this true?
Perhaps we should wait
for Mrs. Grant.
- Yeah, I want to wait for mom.
- No.
Start talking now.
I just went to a party.
500 miles from school
without your
secret service detail?!
I climbed out
of my dorm window.
I hitched a ride
on someone's father's jet.
Can we do this later?
I'm still really wasted.
She took drugs?
She was high?
This video... was sh...
Were you raped?
What?
Honey, if you were,
it's not your fault.
It's okay.
You just have to tell us
so we can make these boys pay
for what they did to you.
Dad... I cut class.
I ran away from my
secret service goons.
I helped some girl
I barely knew
Jack her father's private jet
to go to a party.
I got drunk.
I smoked weed.
I-I shot up
something awesome.
And yet the only way
that you think
that I could have sex
with two guys
is if I were raped?
How lame are you?
What...
What they did to me?
What about what I did to them?
- You little...
- Fitz! Okay.
The white house doctor
is waiting downstairs for Karen.
She needs a pelvic exam,
an STD screening,
a detailed talk
about unprotected sex.
Why doesn't she go do that now?
Go.
And then straight to your room!
I want to know how the hell
she slipped her detail.
Yes, sir.
I want every agent
who's ever covered her grilled,
and I want heads on spikes...
You got that?
Yes, sir.
[Sighs]
[Door opens, closes] Maybe I
find a convent in Switzerland,
stick her in it.
That did not work when my
father tried it with me.
Angry teenage grieving girl
with daddy issues?
I relate.
This is my daughter!
Every girl
is someone's daughter.
You have a problem to solve.
One of those boys
has that video.
He sent it to Karen.
And he's probably
just some dumb kid
who doesn't know
what he's sitting on.
But if he decides
to put that video online,
that sex tape is going to be
everywhere within seconds.
I need these boys found, Liv.
Dealt with.
I need you to find that tape
without making a sound.
Please.
This is my child.
I need you on this.
[Camera shutter clicking]
We'll do a presser before noon
and a photo op after lunch
with Potus
and the African leaders.
Stay here.
Um, what are you two
doing here?
Uh, we can't tell you.
What?
We can't tell you.
See, that's where you're wrong.
We're in the white house.
This is my turf.
In this building,
you are no longer
a zombie army of two
under the command
of Olivia Pope.
So, you can either tell me
what you're doing
or I'm gonna get
four of the biggest men
you've ever seen to escort you
out to Pennsylvania Avenue.
And these guys...
They're not just big.
They're circus big.
- Red.
- [Sighs]
Leave them alone.
I'm sorry?
Leave... them... alone.
Go ahead.
I got this.
[Both sigh]
You make it hard for me
to do my job.
You undermine me here
with Olivia Pope at every turn.
You keep secrets from me.
You make me feel... small.
Red, there are things
that happen here
in this big white house
with this particular president
that you will never,
ever know about.
Some of those things,
many of those things,
will involve Olivia Pope.
Several of those things
will make it hard for you
to do your job.
But you are a patriot
and you are a fighter.
And so you will soldier on.
As for feeling small,
I don't do that to you.
I suspect that jealousy
does that to you.
My advice on that is this...
You are not Olivia,
you will never be Olivia,
and hating Olivia
for your own shortcomings
will not change that fact.
Also, have you ever
stopped to think
what it must be like
to actually be Olivia Pope?
Doesn't seem
like that much fun.
Man: Moments before dawn,
a star appears out of nowhere
over the eastern horizon.
This phenomenon,
known as heliacal rising...
Dad?
Mellie, look who turned up.
Hi, mom.
Karen? Baby!
You're supposed to be at school.
What are you doing here?
Is something wrong?
What's wrong?
- Uh...
- Nothing.
She just... had a couple
of free days, and she missed us.
- Right?
- Yeah.
Right.
Oh, great!
[Laughs]
Do you, uh,
want some cereal or...
Karen's gonna come
down to the oval.
Spend some time with her dad.
[Sighs]
[Chuckles]
The video was sent through
an anonymous messaging app.
The username was registered
to a dummy e-mail address,
and the account's
been shut down.
But the good news is,
it had to be one of these guys... all
of the fellas who were at the party.
Huck: I pulled the numbers from
all the cellphones I shut down
and tracked all the similar
tweets and instagrams
from that night...
♪swagapalooza.
I'm concerned about our future.
Okay, Karen. So, do any of
these boys look familiar?
Who did you have sex with?
Um, I-I was kind of buzzed
when I got there.
Um... one of them had blond hair,
I-I think.
I don't know.
We smoked in the bedroom.
I don't remember much
after that.
These are all the...
♪ I'm coming out
- what about this one? - No.
♪ I want the world to know
No. It definitely
wasn't this guy.
That's not the bra I had on.
♪ got to let it show
This one's a no.
- Maybe. - Maybe.
♪ I'm coming out
we've got a blond dude.
That's a no.
♪ I want the world to know
- this one's no. - Okay.
♪ got to let it show
Olivia: Try to look up these
four, at least. ♪ I'm coming out
does this one have a tattoo?
♪ I want the world to know
[keyboard clacking]
♪ I got to let it show
[sighs] Tribal band on his right bicep.
♪ I'm coming out
- classy.
♪ I want the world to know
- that's him.
- Quinn, go find this kid
before he has any idea to
put that video online.
[camera shutter clicking]
♪ I'm coming out
disappointment... that's
the look you see on my face.
Disappointment.
I'm disappointed in you, Tom.
You used to be
one of my favorites.
He's not your average target.
He's one of ours.
When I say bring me the head
of John the Baptist,
I expect the head
of John the Baptist.
I do not expect excuses,
not from my golden boy.
He was command, for God's sake.
He's read my file.
He knows my moves.
I used to take orders from him.
And with the parameters
you have given me for the job,
this is not an easy task, sir.
Tom, look at me.
Look at my face.
Disappointment often turns
to frustration.
Frustration turns
to resentment.
Resentment turns to anger.
Anger to rage.
Rage to indifference.
And once I am indifferent,
well, I will have forgotten
that you were ever
one of my favorites,
and I just may start wishing
for your head, too.
Jake Ballard needs to go.
I'm putting a clock on it.
Yes, sir.
I'm on it, sir.
Good.
Do not let me down.
[Sighs]
Jake: I wouldn't.
Crowds... you don't want
to cause a scene.
And I'm not here to kill you,
but from the looks of your
conversation with rowan,
that'd probably be
my best move.
You know, kill you
before you kill me.
Orders.
Right.
Orders.
But what happens
after I'm out of the way?
You think Rowan
lets the only other person
who can link him to the death
of the president's kid
walk around free to tell tales?
That's what this is about?
He's covering his ass, tom.
I'm first.
You're second.
Well, you can't protect me
from him.
I can try.
Listen...
You may not trust me,
but you know
you can't trust him.
Well, if you do try to kill me,
maybe not today.
It's gorgeous out.
[Indistinct talking,
door opens]
Let's take a break.
What do you have?
Karen was only able to identify
one of the boys in the video,
but my team is on him.
We'll find the other one.
It's just a matter of time.
We'll get him.
Fitz?
I thought sending her back
to boarding school right away
was the best thing.
Get her back to normal
as soon as possible,
dig in, have a routine,
back to work.
I thought it would help.
Burying yourself in work
isn't always the best thing
when you lose someone.
Running away isn't always
the best thing, either.
Liv...
Where did you go?
Fitz...
Where did you go?
You just... took off
for two months, all alone?
I...
Yes.
I did.
I needed some time alone.
After everything,
I just needed to be alone.
You were having
a difficult time.
We were all having
a difficult time.
I'm sorry.
About your mother.
No.
She did a terrible thing.
Don't apologize.
She ruined your family.
She ruined my family.
She ruined us.
[Door opens, closes]
You fought your way
through a very difficult
confirmation process
as a democrat.
You delivered the president
his gun-control bill.
Senators from both sides
of the aisle
seem to be bowing down
before you.
So, Attorney General Rosen,
I have to ask...
What's your secret?
You know, Ashley,
if I have a talent,
it's that I'm able
to convince people
which side of the argument
they need to be on.
Secrets?
I don't really have any.
Rosen.
Oh, hi.
Am I due
for a good threatening?
Funny, but I don't have time
for jokes.
Rowan is trying to kill me.
So, I need your help.
I need to know that
should anything happen to me,
you'll release the B613 files.
No.
What?
I don't want anything more to do
with those files.
I've got enough blood
on my hands already.
I wish you'd never
given them to me.
I wish I'd never opened them.
Then give them back to me.
No.
Are you kidding me?
Those files would bring down
the U.S. government,
destroy over two centuries
of law and order
and checks and balances,
and the world's
greatest democracy
would swirl down the drain.
Those files are evil, Jake.
No one should have them.
They shouldn't exist.
Your morality means nothing,
not to me,
not to B613,
and certainly not to command.
Give me the files
or I will snap your neck
right now.
Here.
Now get out.
Thanks, Rosen.
[Camera shutter clicking]
[Cellphone rings]
Jake.
- I need to see you.
- I'm busy.
Well, this is important.
Can it wait till tonight?
Not really. There's something
I need to tell you.
In person.
- I'm sorry, Jake.
- Olivia?
I'm gonna need
to call you back.
Olivia!
- Olivia!
- Mellie.
What are you doing here?
I think that you should
discuss that with your husband.
No.
What are you doing here?
What are you doing in my house?
You tell me.
You tell me now.
I've got secret service
ripping up the carpet
and the drapes.
There's not a time card
or a hall pass
in the past six months that's not
being scrutinized. [Door opens, closes]
Good. What about the two agents
who lost Karen last night?
They're already
packing their bags, sir.
Hello, Mellie.
Got some new boots on there?
A new color?
You said you would warn me.
About you seeing Olivia Pope.
I'll just...
I want to know why the hell
you've got Olivia Pope
in my house.
- Mellie... - Why did you
bring Olivia here?
I didn't bring her here.
[Laughing] Right.
A magical fairy
granted your wish
and, poof, Olivia Pope
appeared in the oval office.
- Mellie.
- Or you made one of your masturbating
late-night phone calls,
and she came running over.
I didn't call Olivia.
Karen did.
Karen?
Karen got into some trouble
last night.
There was a party,
she got drunk, things got...
You should be glad
she called Liv.
I should be glad?
Liv got her out of there.
She's handling the situation.
I should be glad?!
Mellie, focus.
I am the mother.
This is not her family.
This is my family.
I am the one
who picks up the pieces.
I am the one who holds
this family together.
I want her out of here.
You get Olivia Pope
out of here.
I don't want her
anywhere near my child.
I will fix this.
I will make the decisions.
You know what?
You just stay out of it.
I have dealt with drunk Mellie,
bad hygiene Mellie...
No, wait.
I got it...
Smelly Mellie.
I have dealt with drunk Mellie
and smelly Mellie
and "screw everything to hell"
Mellie and crybaby Mellie
and "eat everything that is not
nailed down" Mellie.
And I have not complained.
But I will not put up
with whatever
righteous history-rewriting
Mellie you have going on
right here, right now.
This is not your family.
You are not the mother,
not since Jerry died.
Since Jerry died,
you have abdicated your role.
You have mothered no one.
You hold nothing together.
You pick up no pieces.
You know how I know this?
Because baby Teddy thinks
his mother is nanny Jen
and Karen spent last night
in a threesome with two guys
doing a move on her
they like to call
eiffel towering!
You know how I know that?
I saw the sex tape they made!
So you should be damn glad
she called Olivia
because Olivia Pope
is fixing this mess,
this mess that you made.
This mess that we made.
Look, I know that I share
some guilt in all of this.
But you want to know the
difference between you and me?
All day, every day,
I am running a country.
I am grieving
for the loss of my son,
but I am also running
a country.
All day, every day,
you are sitting around
in booties and a dirty robe
eating chips and getting drunk
at 11:00 A.M.!
A sex tape?
Yeah.
She takes after her daddy, then,
doesn't she?
[Camera shutter clicking]
Where's the video, Bobby?
Who the hell are you?
I know who you are, Bobby.
I know you're on full
scholarship at Franklin Prep.
I know your mom's on disability
and your big brother's doing five
in Augusta for grand theft auto.
And you work this crappy minimum-wage
job at Gettysburger to help out.
You're a hard worker...
A bootstrapper. I respect that.
But you should know,
I will personally make sure
you lose that scholarship
and this crappy minimum-wage job
and any chance you have
of a future
if you don't tell me
where you're keeping the video
of the girl you and
your buddy screwed
at that party last night.
I need answers, Bobby.
[Stammers, gasps]
[Camera shutter clicking]
Hey, Jake, it's me.
Sorry I haven't had time
to talk,
but I was thinking,
my place for dinner tonight?
I'll cook.
Okay, I won't.
But I'll get the finest takeout
D.C. has to offer.
Call me back.
Or I'll just see you tonight.
[Sighs]
They have this
four score promotion
at Gettysburger right now.
Buy four burgers
and get the fifth one free.
Okay. Right.
I talked to Bobby.
He coughed up the name
of his doubles partner,
Donald "Tripp" Morgan III.
Only son... thank God...
of Margaret and Donald Jr.
- Are they local?
- Bethesda.
Let's bring them in.
Mr. and Mrs. Morgan,
thank you for coming in.
Seems our son
has gotten himself into
another truly
unfortunate situation.
[Chuckles]
The understatement of the year.
Honestly, I'm at the
end of my rope.
Between the calls
from the St. Alban's headmaster
every other day and now this,
we just don't know
what we're gonna do with him.
The boy's wild.
He always has been.
Luckily, we've managed
to keep Tripp's adventures
under the radar so far.
I guess what those
college admissions officers
don't know
won't hurt them, right?
I'm glad to hear
we're all on the same page.
And that you understand
the consequences
for not only your son,
but your entire family,
we are certainly aware
of the stakes here, Ms. Pope.
Good.
So, we'll just help Tripp
permanently delete the file
and its directory.
We'll also run a scan on
your devices and cloud network
to make sure
no trace of it remains.
How much?
I'm sorry?
For the video.
I mean, you want it,
you're gonna have to pay for it.
We really have no idea
what the going rate
for a sex tape starring
the first daughter is,
but...
We imagine
it's a hell of a lot.
Fitz:
Say it again.
The parents want money.
$2.5 million?
$2.5 million.
The Morgans think
they can blackmail
the president of [Chuckling]
the United States of America?
Come on, Liv.
You have the money.
Do you want to refuse
to give it to them?
Okay.
But then they could
release the video.
The video of your daughter
having sex with two boys.
Game over.
That video will become
Karen's story.
It will become who she is
for the rest of her life.
It will be her legacy.
She'll be no better
than a reality star,
the lowest form of life.
It will be what they
remember her for,
not her charity work,
not her accomplishments,
not her brain...
Her sex tape.
And I know that you want more
for your daughter.
The most powerful man
in the world,
an entire army at my disposal,
and I can't stop two idiots
from releasing a tape.
Not in the world
of the Internet.
What kind of parents are they?
The world is full
of terrible parents.
[Sighs]
I didn't mean you.
Why not?
I'm failing.
Fitz.
I'm a failure as a father.
And clearly, we can all agree
I'm a failure as a husband.
Fitz.
What, am I a failure
as a man, too?
Fitz.
Don't ever leave me
like that again.
I almost didn't survive.
I almost died without you.
Didn't you miss me?
Liv.
[Breathing heavily]
Didn't you miss me?
Even a little?
Oh, I did miss you.
- Stop.
- No.
I can't.
- Stop.
- Why?
Why not?
Why can't you?
What's the point?
I didn't go away alone.
You didn't go away alone.
No.
You went with Jake.
Yes.
Say it.
Fitz.
Say it.
[Sighs]
I went with Jake.
[Sighs]
So I am failing as a father
and a husband and a man.
Good to know.
Heavy is the head
that wears the crown, they say.
Fitz, I know...
Ow.
Pay the Morgans
the $2.5 million.
[Ice rattles in glass,
liquid pours]
Do you want to discuss it
with Mellie or...
Because... my marriage
is such a partnership?
I'm so happy?
Pay the Morgans
the $2.5 million.
Let's just do
what my father would do.
Throw money at the problem
and sweep it under the rug.
[Door opens, closes]
$2.5 million, as promised.
I just need...
- You didn't tell her?
- Tell me what?
Uh, we're gonna need
another $500,000.
To cover expenses.
Excuse me?
We're thinking
an even $3 million.
You know,
so the world never finds out
the president's daughter
is a dirty, little slut.
What... what...
What's going on?
- What are you doing??
- Deal's off.
- Off!?
- What's with the pictures?
They're for the tabloids.
Smile!
- Tabloids?
- Think I'll leak them to The Post first.
Morning shows'll pick
this story up in seconds.
What are you talking about?
Oh, I'm gonna destroy you.
Destroy us?
No, we're the ones
with the proof
of the first daughter
whoring it up...
That family lost a son!
A son!
And you're...
These are children,
you sick sons of bitches.
Kids experimenting.
And you're exploiting them.
That makes you
child pornographers.
Are you out of your mind?
Kiddie porn starring
your very own flesh and blood.
That's insane.
You have no evidence...
I'll manufacture it.
I'll pay eyewitnesses.
I'll plant stories.
I'll do anything and everything
to assassinate
what little character you have,
and I won't give it
a second thought
because you two are the absolute
worst kind of people,
the kind who have everything
but still want more.
I have the head of every
news organization on speed dial,
and they will run
the hell out of the story
of the rich parents
who sent their son
to have sex
with the president's daughter
just so they could blackmail
The White House.
And in the blink of an eye,
everyone you now consider
a friend
will erase you
from their memory.
And every family in America
will hate you forever.
And forget about
ever leaving your house again
because they will know
your faces
because I will make sure
they are etched
into the American memory
because that is what I do,
and there is no one better
in the entire world at it
than I am!
These are non-disparagement
agreements.
Sign them. Quickly.
So I never have to see
your faces ever again.
[Sighs]
[Knock on door]
Mom. Hey, um,
have you seen my... my...
Your phone?
Yes, I've seen it.
I have also seen the film
that you made with your friends.
Are they your friends?
Do you call them friends when
you don't even know their names?
But, then,
how can they not be friends
when they have already
had their body parts inside you?
I know what you're gonna say.
That you're disappointed in me,
that I screwed up,
that I'm grounded.
Blah, blah, blah.
If you could tell me
that you had sex
with those two boys
because it made you happy,
because you wanted to,
because you felt empowered
and turned on...
Karen...
I am your mother,
so inside,
I am having a tiny seizure,
but still, I would try hard to
be supportive and happy for you.
But I don't think
that's why you did it.
I think that you were sad.
I think
that you were feeling numb.
I think that you thought
feeling something
was better
than feeling nothing.
I think
that your brother died...
Right in front of you.
Which means...
[Breathes deeply]
You get one free pass.
This was it.
You do not get another.
I really miss him.
[Breathes shakily]
I know, baby.
[Sighs]
[Sighs]
Like it or not,
you are the famous child
of the most famous man on earth.
And it may not be fair.
And it may not be right.
And it's definitely sexist.
If you were a boy,
they'd be giving you high-fives.
[Sighs]
But you're not.
So your knees
are gonna have to stay together.
Do you understand?
[Sighs]
Oh.
[Sighs]
- Mom?
- Hmm?
Are you okay?
[Sighs]
[Knock on door]
This a bad time?
No. Come in.
I'd like you to meet someone.
George Bixby.
He's the top dog over at
the inspector general's office.
- George.
- Sir.
You think you can get
our secret service in line?
I'll do my best,
Mr. President.
In fact, there have already been
some red flags.
I wouldn't call them red.
Everything is significant
in an internal investigation,
Mr. Beene.
Your agent, Tom Larsen.
[Camera shutter clicking]
My Tom Larsen?
There are some discrepancies
in his schedule.
Something about him
being at Fort Detrick
when he was
supposed to be here.
It's probably
just a clerical error.
When was this?
November 2nd.
Two days before the election.
I'll be speaking with him
later tonight.
I'm sure I'll get
to the bottom of it.
Thank you.
That will be all.
[Door opens]
Sir?
That'll be all, Cyrus.
Get me a secure line.
[Cellphone ringing]
Tom?
Inspector general found gaps
in my schedule.
They're questioning me
in an hour.
I need to leave town.
That won't help.
Rowan will find you.
If they question me
about November...
If they question you
about November,
you should tell them the truth.
They'll execute me for treason.
N-not if you cut a deal.
Cut a deal
and it will be Rowan's ass
in the electric chair.
It's my word against his.
But you'll have the upper hand.
You'll be telling the truth.
And I have proof,
more than enough
to make this stick.
Between the two of us,
we'll nail him.
Tom?
I think I can do it.
- Captain Ballard?
- Is he in?
The president's in a meeting.
Is he expecting you?
Because I... - Can you
let him know I'm here?
- And that it's urgent?
- But...
It's urgent.
Lauren, please.
Jake.
Mr. President,
if I could just have
a moment of your time,
there's something
I need to tell you.
Not right now.
- But...
- Lauren, I'll be back.
Sir...
Would you care to wait?
Agent Larsen, I'm gonna
ask you to clarify
a few dates of service
over the past six months.
All right.
November 2nd of last year.
We have you assigned
to POTUS' detail
while he campaigned in Ohio.
Is that correct?
That sounds about right, yes.
Then explain to me why and how
somebody swiped
your security card that same day
400 miles away in Maryland
at Fort Detrick?
Are we on record here, sir?
Yes, we are, Agent Larsen.
What were you doing
at Fort Detrick on November 2nd?
I was completing
an assignment, sir.
- An assignment?
- Yes, sir.
Under whose orders?
[Door opens]
Agent Bixby,
I'll take it from here.
I'm not saying anything
without an attorney present.
You seem nervous,
- Agent, uh, Larsen, is it?
- What are you doing here?
- And who the hell brought Rowan into this?
- Tom: As I said, I wish to exercise
- my constitutional right to representation.
- I did, Cy.
Rowan: I think you'll find
the constitution
doesn't apply in this case,
Agent Larsen.
Eyes on me, Agent.
I would like to speak
with the president.
[Sighs]
Relax, Agent Larsen.
The truth shall set you free.
All you have to do
is give me the information
that I need,
and I'll have you on your way.
Mr. President, please.
Now, I see
that we've established
that you were present
at Fort Detrick November 2nd,
two days before the election,
under "official assignment,"
as you put it.
Agent?
Yes.
What was that assignment,
Agent Larsen?
Allow me to jog your memory.
Multiple security cameras
and several prints
place you
in the defense research facility
for more than an hour,
a highly classified area,
as you might guess,
where many lethal agents
are studied and housed,
including one specific strain
of bacterial meningitis
that went missing that day,
the exact strain that
killed young Jerry grant
48 hours after you visited
the facility.
What is he doing,
Mr. President?
Finding out
who killed my son, Cyrus.
Tom:
What do you want from me?
Rowan:
You know what I want, soldier.
I don't, I swear.
Oh, but you do.
Think.
You were there.
A vial goes missing.
A young boy dies.
You will be held responsible
for the assassination
of the president's son.
I just need to know
why you did it.
I-I-I...
I was under orders.
Whose orders?
Please.
I can't do this.
Let me make something clear,
Agent Larsen.
There won't be one single person
left on your side
when you leave this room.
You want me on your side.
You need me on your side.
And I will do all I can for you
if you tell me right now
what I need to hear.
- Who gave you the order?
- Please, I...
Who gave you the order,
soldier!?
Please... who gave you the order
to kill the president's son!?
Jake Ballard.
Ballard gave me the order.
Sir?
Do it.
[Camera shutter clicks]
[Dog barking in distance]
[Car alarm chirps]
[Camera shutter clicking]
- Hi.
- Hi.
You're late.
Sorry.
Car trouble.
I thought
we could have some dinner
and talk about
how our days went.
That sounds very normal.
I'll start.
Catherine Winslow
was taken into custody...
[Muffled] So we're gonna try
and get her out of...
I will be the one
standing over you when you die.
Olivia:
...Get her out on bail.
So, how was your day?
[Chuckles]
Uh, about that.
We need to talk.
Just let me get this.
[Cellphone ringing]
This is Olivia.
Don't do anything.
Don't go anywhere!
I'll be right there.
I'm so sorry.
I have to go.
We can talk later?
- Sure.
- Okay.
Where the hell are they?
Who? Olivia, who are
we looking for?
We're gonna go in and out
very fast. Stay with me.
Okay, but it would help if
I knew who we were looking for.
Jello shots!
[All cheering]
[Dance music playing]
[Vomits, coughs]
Olivia, please don't
tell my parents.
We came for some spoiled rich kid?
Look at my contacts.
Find Cyrus Beene.
Call his cell...
Not the one marked private,
the one marked black.
It's an encrypted number,
so it will take a minute
to go through.
Olivia, why am I
calling Cyrus Beene?
To tell him we've got
the president's daughter.
[Coughs]
It's official.
You're ruining me.
I'm sorry?
Well, the lack of
sleep, for one.
And then there's the fact
that all I find myself thinking
about in my briefings...
In my lunches and meetings
and strategy sessions is...
This.
You mind?
No.
Not at all.
[Cellphone ringing]
[Sighs]
[Sighs]
Cyrus Beene.
Where the hell
was secret service?
She slipped
her security detail.
We need an extraction plan.
We can't go out the front door.
There's about a hundred kids
here with smartphones.
God.
The room keeps spinning.
- 15 minutes.
- We'll be here.
[Cellphone ringing]
Liv.
I need you to shut down
the cell service
at this address...
6400 West 7th.
How many phones?
Probably over 100.
Can you do it?
I can try to exploit
the "kill switch" code
- cell manufacturers have
embedded in the... - Easy, Huck.
Is that a yes?
On it.
Fire escape.
Other side of the building.
So, 100 feet across the loft?
Karen, we're gonna leave.
When we walk out that door,
I need you to do your best
to look and act
as sober as possible.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Except I can't really walk.
♪ Do I believe in God?
Do I believe in me? ♪
♪ Controversy, controversy,
controversy ♪
Dude, doesn't that look like
the grant kid?
Google her.
Crap.
My phone's dead.
Try yours.
♪ Do I believe in God?
Do I believe in me? ♪
♪ Some people wanna die
so they can be free ♪
Go. Mingle.
Make new friends.
Olivia: Quinn, window!
Watch your step.
I'll be right behind you.
Okay. Wait.
What are we doing?
Getting you into college!
[Helicopter blades whirring]
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ controversy
♪ controversy
[camera shutter clicks]
When we land, the secret service
will take you inside.
Wait, what?
You're not coming in with me?
But I don't understand.
I thought that was your job...
To cover for people?
Kind of hard to cover up a
chopper on the white house lawn.
Karen, this isn't a job.
This is a favor.
I got you out of that party
and back home
without a thousand
YouTube videos
of the president's drunk
daughter all over the news.
Favor complete.
I go back to my warm bed.
You have a job.
Your job is to explain
to your parents
why you thought slipping
your secret service detail
to get wasted at a party
500 miles from your school
was a good idea.
I don't need a pair of suits
with wires in their ears
watching over me 24/7.
Those agents protect you.
They were standing right next
to my brother when he died!
What did they protect him from?
- Karen...
- Whatever.
I just needed a night out.
[Cellphone chimes] Okay?
To have some fun.
It's no big deal.
Karen:
You guys are crazy.
Oh, crap.
What is it?
Oh... crap.
All right, boys.
Let's go to Paris.
Boy: You feel that?
Did you get that
on camera, dude?
Did you get that? Dude,
tell me that was recording.
Boy ♪2:
Yeah, got it all!
[Beep]
Cyrus. You want to
wake the president.
Because, Cyrus.
I said because.
I can't tell you why, Cyrus.
Believe me when I say
you need to wake him.
Listen to...
Stop talking.
I do not care
if he has the African summit
in the morning.
I do not care if you
have to red file him
to get past the marine guard.
I do not care if you have to
take America to defcon1.
I just saw
the dirtiest sex tape
I have ever seen
in my entire life,
and it stars
his teenage daughter.
So you go upstairs
and you get the president's ass
out of bed now!
A sex tape?!
Karen, is this true?
Perhaps we should wait
for Mrs. Grant.
- Yeah, I want to wait for mom.
- No.
Start talking now.
I just went to a party.
500 miles from school
without your
secret service detail?!
I climbed out
of my dorm window.
I hitched a ride
on someone's father's jet.
Can we do this later?
I'm still really wasted.
She took drugs?
She was high?
This video... was sh...
Were you raped?
What?
Honey, if you were,
it's not your fault.
It's okay.
You just have to tell us
so we can make these boys pay
for what they did to you.
Dad... I cut class.
I ran away from my
secret service goons.
I helped some girl
I barely knew
Jack her father's private jet
to go to a party.
I got drunk.
I smoked weed.
I-I shot up
something awesome.
And yet the only way
that you think
that I could have sex
with two guys
is if I were raped?
How lame are you?
What...
What they did to me?
What about what I did to them?
- You little...
- Fitz! Okay.
The white house doctor
is waiting downstairs for Karen.
She needs a pelvic exam,
an STD screening,
a detailed talk
about unprotected sex.
Why doesn't she go do that now?
Go.
And then straight to your room!
I want to know how the hell
she slipped her detail.
Yes, sir.
I want every agent
who's ever covered her grilled,
and I want heads on spikes...
You got that?
Yes, sir.
[Sighs]
[Door opens, closes] Maybe I
find a convent in Switzerland,
stick her in it.
That did not work when my
father tried it with me.
Angry teenage grieving girl
with daddy issues?
I relate.
This is my daughter!
Every girl
is someone's daughter.
You have a problem to solve.
One of those boys
has that video.
He sent it to Karen.
And he's probably
just some dumb kid
who doesn't know
what he's sitting on.
But if he decides
to put that video online,
that sex tape is going to be
everywhere within seconds.
I need these boys found, Liv.
Dealt with.
I need you to find that tape
without making a sound.
Please.
This is my child.
I need you on this.
[Camera shutter clicking]
We'll do a presser before noon
and a photo op after lunch
with Potus
and the African leaders.
Stay here.
Um, what are you two
doing here?
Uh, we can't tell you.
What?
We can't tell you.
See, that's where you're wrong.
We're in the white house.
This is my turf.
In this building,
you are no longer
a zombie army of two
under the command
of Olivia Pope.
So, you can either tell me
what you're doing
or I'm gonna get
four of the biggest men
you've ever seen to escort you
out to Pennsylvania Avenue.
And these guys...
They're not just big.
They're circus big.
- Red.
- [Sighs]
Leave them alone.
I'm sorry?
Leave... them... alone.
Go ahead.
I got this.
[Both sigh]
You make it hard for me
to do my job.
You undermine me here
with Olivia Pope at every turn.
You keep secrets from me.
You make me feel... small.
Red, there are things
that happen here
in this big white house
with this particular president
that you will never,
ever know about.
Some of those things,
many of those things,
will involve Olivia Pope.
Several of those things
will make it hard for you
to do your job.
But you are a patriot
and you are a fighter.
And so you will soldier on.
As for feeling small,
I don't do that to you.
I suspect that jealousy
does that to you.
My advice on that is this...
You are not Olivia,
you will never be Olivia,
and hating Olivia
for your own shortcomings
will not change that fact.
Also, have you ever
stopped to think
what it must be like
to actually be Olivia Pope?
Doesn't seem
like that much fun.
Man: Moments before dawn,
a star appears out of nowhere
over the eastern horizon.
This phenomenon,
known as heliacal rising...
Dad?
Mellie, look who turned up.
Hi, mom.
Karen? Baby!
You're supposed to be at school.
What are you doing here?
Is something wrong?
What's wrong?
- Uh...
- Nothing.
She just... had a couple
of free days, and she missed us.
- Right?
- Yeah.
Right.
Oh, great!
[Laughs]
Do you, uh,
want some cereal or...
Karen's gonna come
down to the oval.
Spend some time with her dad.
[Sighs]
[Chuckles]
The video was sent through
an anonymous messaging app.
The username was registered
to a dummy e-mail address,
and the account's
been shut down.
But the good news is,
it had to be one of these guys... all
of the fellas who were at the party.
Huck: I pulled the numbers from
all the cellphones I shut down
and tracked all the similar
tweets and instagrams
from that night...
♪swagapalooza.
I'm concerned about our future.
Okay, Karen. So, do any of
these boys look familiar?
Who did you have sex with?
Um, I-I was kind of buzzed
when I got there.
Um... one of them had blond hair,
I-I think.
I don't know.
We smoked in the bedroom.
I don't remember much
after that.
These are all the...
♪ I'm coming out
- what about this one? - No.
♪ I want the world to know
No. It definitely
wasn't this guy.
That's not the bra I had on.
♪ got to let it show
This one's a no.
- Maybe. - Maybe.
♪ I'm coming out
we've got a blond dude.
That's a no.
♪ I want the world to know
- this one's no. - Okay.
♪ got to let it show
Olivia: Try to look up these
four, at least. ♪ I'm coming out
does this one have a tattoo?
♪ I want the world to know
[keyboard clacking]
♪ I got to let it show
[sighs] Tribal band on his right bicep.
♪ I'm coming out
- classy.
♪ I want the world to know
- that's him.
- Quinn, go find this kid
before he has any idea to
put that video online.
[camera shutter clicking]
♪ I'm coming out
disappointment... that's
the look you see on my face.
Disappointment.
I'm disappointed in you, Tom.
You used to be
one of my favorites.
He's not your average target.
He's one of ours.
When I say bring me the head
of John the Baptist,
I expect the head
of John the Baptist.
I do not expect excuses,
not from my golden boy.
He was command, for God's sake.
He's read my file.
He knows my moves.
I used to take orders from him.
And with the parameters
you have given me for the job,
this is not an easy task, sir.
Tom, look at me.
Look at my face.
Disappointment often turns
to frustration.
Frustration turns
to resentment.
Resentment turns to anger.
Anger to rage.
Rage to indifference.
And once I am indifferent,
well, I will have forgotten
that you were ever
one of my favorites,
and I just may start wishing
for your head, too.
Jake Ballard needs to go.
I'm putting a clock on it.
Yes, sir.
I'm on it, sir.
Good.
Do not let me down.
[Sighs]
Jake: I wouldn't.
Crowds... you don't want
to cause a scene.
And I'm not here to kill you,
but from the looks of your
conversation with rowan,
that'd probably be
my best move.
You know, kill you
before you kill me.
Orders.
Right.
Orders.
But what happens
after I'm out of the way?
You think Rowan
lets the only other person
who can link him to the death
of the president's kid
walk around free to tell tales?
That's what this is about?
He's covering his ass, tom.
I'm first.
You're second.
Well, you can't protect me
from him.
I can try.
Listen...
You may not trust me,
but you know
you can't trust him.
Well, if you do try to kill me,
maybe not today.
It's gorgeous out.
[Indistinct talking,
door opens]
Let's take a break.
What do you have?
Karen was only able to identify
one of the boys in the video,
but my team is on him.
We'll find the other one.
It's just a matter of time.
We'll get him.
Fitz?
I thought sending her back
to boarding school right away
was the best thing.
Get her back to normal
as soon as possible,
dig in, have a routine,
back to work.
I thought it would help.
Burying yourself in work
isn't always the best thing
when you lose someone.
Running away isn't always
the best thing, either.
Liv...
Where did you go?
Fitz...
Where did you go?
You just... took off
for two months, all alone?
I...
Yes.
I did.
I needed some time alone.
After everything,
I just needed to be alone.
You were having
a difficult time.
We were all having
a difficult time.
I'm sorry.
About your mother.
No.
She did a terrible thing.
Don't apologize.
She ruined your family.
She ruined my family.
She ruined us.
[Door opens, closes]
You fought your way
through a very difficult
confirmation process
as a democrat.
You delivered the president
his gun-control bill.
Senators from both sides
of the aisle
seem to be bowing down
before you.
So, Attorney General Rosen,
I have to ask...
What's your secret?
You know, Ashley,
if I have a talent,
it's that I'm able
to convince people
which side of the argument
they need to be on.
Secrets?
I don't really have any.
Rosen.
Oh, hi.
Am I due
for a good threatening?
Funny, but I don't have time
for jokes.
Rowan is trying to kill me.
So, I need your help.
I need to know that
should anything happen to me,
you'll release the B613 files.
No.
What?
I don't want anything more to do
with those files.
I've got enough blood
on my hands already.
I wish you'd never
given them to me.
I wish I'd never opened them.
Then give them back to me.
No.
Are you kidding me?
Those files would bring down
the U.S. government,
destroy over two centuries
of law and order
and checks and balances,
and the world's
greatest democracy
would swirl down the drain.
Those files are evil, Jake.
No one should have them.
They shouldn't exist.
Your morality means nothing,
not to me,
not to B613,
and certainly not to command.
Give me the files
or I will snap your neck
right now.
Here.
Now get out.
Thanks, Rosen.
[Camera shutter clicking]
[Cellphone rings]
Jake.
- I need to see you.
- I'm busy.
Well, this is important.
Can it wait till tonight?
Not really. There's something
I need to tell you.
In person.
- I'm sorry, Jake.
- Olivia?
I'm gonna need
to call you back.
Olivia!
- Olivia!
- Mellie.
What are you doing here?
I think that you should
discuss that with your husband.
No.
What are you doing here?
What are you doing in my house?
You tell me.
You tell me now.
I've got secret service
ripping up the carpet
and the drapes.
There's not a time card
or a hall pass
in the past six months that's not
being scrutinized. [Door opens, closes]
Good. What about the two agents
who lost Karen last night?
They're already
packing their bags, sir.
Hello, Mellie.
Got some new boots on there?
A new color?
You said you would warn me.
About you seeing Olivia Pope.
I'll just...
I want to know why the hell
you've got Olivia Pope
in my house.
- Mellie... - Why did you
bring Olivia here?
I didn't bring her here.
[Laughing] Right.
A magical fairy
granted your wish
and, poof, Olivia Pope
appeared in the oval office.
- Mellie.
- Or you made one of your masturbating
late-night phone calls,
and she came running over.
I didn't call Olivia.
Karen did.
Karen?
Karen got into some trouble
last night.
There was a party,
she got drunk, things got...
You should be glad
she called Liv.
I should be glad?
Liv got her out of there.
She's handling the situation.
I should be glad?!
Mellie, focus.
I am the mother.
This is not her family.
This is my family.
I am the one
who picks up the pieces.
I am the one who holds
this family together.
I want her out of here.
You get Olivia Pope
out of here.
I don't want her
anywhere near my child.
I will fix this.
I will make the decisions.
You know what?
You just stay out of it.
I have dealt with drunk Mellie,
bad hygiene Mellie...
No, wait.
I got it...
Smelly Mellie.
I have dealt with drunk Mellie
and smelly Mellie
and "screw everything to hell"
Mellie and crybaby Mellie
and "eat everything that is not
nailed down" Mellie.
And I have not complained.
But I will not put up
with whatever
righteous history-rewriting
Mellie you have going on
right here, right now.
This is not your family.
You are not the mother,
not since Jerry died.
Since Jerry died,
you have abdicated your role.
You have mothered no one.
You hold nothing together.
You pick up no pieces.
You know how I know this?
Because baby Teddy thinks
his mother is nanny Jen
and Karen spent last night
in a threesome with two guys
doing a move on her
they like to call
eiffel towering!
You know how I know that?
I saw the sex tape they made!
So you should be damn glad
she called Olivia
because Olivia Pope
is fixing this mess,
this mess that you made.
This mess that we made.
Look, I know that I share
some guilt in all of this.
But you want to know the
difference between you and me?
All day, every day,
I am running a country.
I am grieving
for the loss of my son,
but I am also running
a country.
All day, every day,
you are sitting around
in booties and a dirty robe
eating chips and getting drunk
at 11:00 A.M.!
A sex tape?
Yeah.
She takes after her daddy, then,
doesn't she?
[Camera shutter clicking]
Where's the video, Bobby?
Who the hell are you?
I know who you are, Bobby.
I know you're on full
scholarship at Franklin Prep.
I know your mom's on disability
and your big brother's doing five
in Augusta for grand theft auto.
And you work this crappy minimum-wage
job at Gettysburger to help out.
You're a hard worker...
A bootstrapper. I respect that.
But you should know,
I will personally make sure
you lose that scholarship
and this crappy minimum-wage job
and any chance you have
of a future
if you don't tell me
where you're keeping the video
of the girl you and
your buddy screwed
at that party last night.
I need answers, Bobby.
[Stammers, gasps]
[Camera shutter clicking]
Hey, Jake, it's me.
Sorry I haven't had time
to talk,
but I was thinking,
my place for dinner tonight?
I'll cook.
Okay, I won't.
But I'll get the finest takeout
D.C. has to offer.
Call me back.
Or I'll just see you tonight.
[Sighs]
They have this
four score promotion
at Gettysburger right now.
Buy four burgers
and get the fifth one free.
Okay. Right.
I talked to Bobby.
He coughed up the name
of his doubles partner,
Donald "Tripp" Morgan III.
Only son... thank God...
of Margaret and Donald Jr.
- Are they local?
- Bethesda.
Let's bring them in.
Mr. and Mrs. Morgan,
thank you for coming in.
Seems our son
has gotten himself into
another truly
unfortunate situation.
[Chuckles]
The understatement of the year.
Honestly, I'm at the
end of my rope.
Between the calls
from the St. Alban's headmaster
every other day and now this,
we just don't know
what we're gonna do with him.
The boy's wild.
He always has been.
Luckily, we've managed
to keep Tripp's adventures
under the radar so far.
I guess what those
college admissions officers
don't know
won't hurt them, right?
I'm glad to hear
we're all on the same page.
And that you understand
the consequences
for not only your son,
but your entire family,
we are certainly aware
of the stakes here, Ms. Pope.
Good.
So, we'll just help Tripp
permanently delete the file
and its directory.
We'll also run a scan on
your devices and cloud network
to make sure
no trace of it remains.
How much?
I'm sorry?
For the video.
I mean, you want it,
you're gonna have to pay for it.
We really have no idea
what the going rate
for a sex tape starring
the first daughter is,
but...
We imagine
it's a hell of a lot.
Fitz:
Say it again.
The parents want money.
$2.5 million?
$2.5 million.
The Morgans think
they can blackmail
the president of [Chuckling]
the United States of America?
Come on, Liv.
You have the money.
Do you want to refuse
to give it to them?
Okay.
But then they could
release the video.
The video of your daughter
having sex with two boys.
Game over.
That video will become
Karen's story.
It will become who she is
for the rest of her life.
It will be her legacy.
She'll be no better
than a reality star,
the lowest form of life.
It will be what they
remember her for,
not her charity work,
not her accomplishments,
not her brain...
Her sex tape.
And I know that you want more
for your daughter.
The most powerful man
in the world,
an entire army at my disposal,
and I can't stop two idiots
from releasing a tape.
Not in the world
of the Internet.
What kind of parents are they?
The world is full
of terrible parents.
[Sighs]
I didn't mean you.
Why not?
I'm failing.
Fitz.
I'm a failure as a father.
And clearly, we can all agree
I'm a failure as a husband.
Fitz.
What, am I a failure
as a man, too?
Fitz.
Don't ever leave me
like that again.
I almost didn't survive.
I almost died without you.
Didn't you miss me?
Liv.
[Breathing heavily]
Didn't you miss me?
Even a little?
Oh, I did miss you.
- Stop.
- No.
I can't.
- Stop.
- Why?
Why not?
Why can't you?
What's the point?
I didn't go away alone.
You didn't go away alone.
No.
You went with Jake.
Yes.
Say it.
Fitz.
Say it.
[Sighs]
I went with Jake.
[Sighs]
So I am failing as a father
and a husband and a man.
Good to know.
Heavy is the head
that wears the crown, they say.
Fitz, I know...
Ow.
Pay the Morgans
the $2.5 million.
[Ice rattles in glass,
liquid pours]
Do you want to discuss it
with Mellie or...
Because... my marriage
is such a partnership?
I'm so happy?
Pay the Morgans
the $2.5 million.
Let's just do
what my father would do.
Throw money at the problem
and sweep it under the rug.
[Door opens, closes]
$2.5 million, as promised.
I just need...
- You didn't tell her?
- Tell me what?
Uh, we're gonna need
another $500,000.
To cover expenses.
Excuse me?
We're thinking
an even $3 million.
You know,
so the world never finds out
the president's daughter
is a dirty, little slut.
What... what...
What's going on?
- What are you doing??
- Deal's off.
- Off!?
- What's with the pictures?
They're for the tabloids.
Smile!
- Tabloids?
- Think I'll leak them to The Post first.
Morning shows'll pick
this story up in seconds.
What are you talking about?
Oh, I'm gonna destroy you.
Destroy us?
No, we're the ones
with the proof
of the first daughter
whoring it up...
That family lost a son!
A son!
And you're...
These are children,
you sick sons of bitches.
Kids experimenting.
And you're exploiting them.
That makes you
child pornographers.
Are you out of your mind?
Kiddie porn starring
your very own flesh and blood.
That's insane.
You have no evidence...
I'll manufacture it.
I'll pay eyewitnesses.
I'll plant stories.
I'll do anything and everything
to assassinate
what little character you have,
and I won't give it
a second thought
because you two are the absolute
worst kind of people,
the kind who have everything
but still want more.
I have the head of every
news organization on speed dial,
and they will run
the hell out of the story
of the rich parents
who sent their son
to have sex
with the president's daughter
just so they could blackmail
The White House.
And in the blink of an eye,
everyone you now consider
a friend
will erase you
from their memory.
And every family in America
will hate you forever.
And forget about
ever leaving your house again
because they will know
your faces
because I will make sure
they are etched
into the American memory
because that is what I do,
and there is no one better
in the entire world at it
than I am!
These are non-disparagement
agreements.
Sign them. Quickly.
So I never have to see
your faces ever again.
[Sighs]
[Knock on door]
Mom. Hey, um,
have you seen my... my...
Your phone?
Yes, I've seen it.
I have also seen the film
that you made with your friends.
Are they your friends?
Do you call them friends when
you don't even know their names?
But, then,
how can they not be friends
when they have already
had their body parts inside you?
I know what you're gonna say.
That you're disappointed in me,
that I screwed up,
that I'm grounded.
Blah, blah, blah.
If you could tell me
that you had sex
with those two boys
because it made you happy,
because you wanted to,
because you felt empowered
and turned on...
Karen...
I am your mother,
so inside,
I am having a tiny seizure,
but still, I would try hard to
be supportive and happy for you.
But I don't think
that's why you did it.
I think that you were sad.
I think
that you were feeling numb.
I think that you thought
feeling something
was better
than feeling nothing.
I think
that your brother died...
Right in front of you.
Which means...
[Breathes deeply]
You get one free pass.
This was it.
You do not get another.
I really miss him.
[Breathes shakily]
I know, baby.
[Sighs]
[Sighs]
Like it or not,
you are the famous child
of the most famous man on earth.
And it may not be fair.
And it may not be right.
And it's definitely sexist.
If you were a boy,
they'd be giving you high-fives.
[Sighs]
But you're not.
So your knees
are gonna have to stay together.
Do you understand?
[Sighs]
Oh.
[Sighs]
- Mom?
- Hmm?
Are you okay?
[Sighs]
[Knock on door]
This a bad time?
No. Come in.
I'd like you to meet someone.
George Bixby.
He's the top dog over at
the inspector general's office.
- George.
- Sir.
You think you can get
our secret service in line?
I'll do my best,
Mr. President.
In fact, there have already been
some red flags.
I wouldn't call them red.
Everything is significant
in an internal investigation,
Mr. Beene.
Your agent, Tom Larsen.
[Camera shutter clicking]
My Tom Larsen?
There are some discrepancies
in his schedule.
Something about him
being at Fort Detrick
when he was
supposed to be here.
It's probably
just a clerical error.
When was this?
November 2nd.
Two days before the election.
I'll be speaking with him
later tonight.
I'm sure I'll get
to the bottom of it.
Thank you.
That will be all.
[Door opens]
Sir?
That'll be all, Cyrus.
Get me a secure line.
[Cellphone ringing]
Tom?
Inspector general found gaps
in my schedule.
They're questioning me
in an hour.
I need to leave town.
That won't help.
Rowan will find you.
If they question me
about November...
If they question you
about November,
you should tell them the truth.
They'll execute me for treason.
N-not if you cut a deal.
Cut a deal
and it will be Rowan's ass
in the electric chair.
It's my word against his.
But you'll have the upper hand.
You'll be telling the truth.
And I have proof,
more than enough
to make this stick.
Between the two of us,
we'll nail him.
Tom?
I think I can do it.
- Captain Ballard?
- Is he in?
The president's in a meeting.
Is he expecting you?
Because I... - Can you
let him know I'm here?
- And that it's urgent?
- But...
It's urgent.
Lauren, please.
Jake.
Mr. President,
if I could just have
a moment of your time,
there's something
I need to tell you.
Not right now.
- But...
- Lauren, I'll be back.
Sir...
Would you care to wait?
Agent Larsen, I'm gonna
ask you to clarify
a few dates of service
over the past six months.
All right.
November 2nd of last year.
We have you assigned
to POTUS' detail
while he campaigned in Ohio.
Is that correct?
That sounds about right, yes.
Then explain to me why and how
somebody swiped
your security card that same day
400 miles away in Maryland
at Fort Detrick?
Are we on record here, sir?
Yes, we are, Agent Larsen.
What were you doing
at Fort Detrick on November 2nd?
I was completing
an assignment, sir.
- An assignment?
- Yes, sir.
Under whose orders?
[Door opens]
Agent Bixby,
I'll take it from here.
I'm not saying anything
without an attorney present.
You seem nervous,
- Agent, uh, Larsen, is it?
- What are you doing here?
- And who the hell brought Rowan into this?
- Tom: As I said, I wish to exercise
- my constitutional right to representation.
- I did, Cy.
Rowan: I think you'll find
the constitution
doesn't apply in this case,
Agent Larsen.
Eyes on me, Agent.
I would like to speak
with the president.
[Sighs]
Relax, Agent Larsen.
The truth shall set you free.
All you have to do
is give me the information
that I need,
and I'll have you on your way.
Mr. President, please.
Now, I see
that we've established
that you were present
at Fort Detrick November 2nd,
two days before the election,
under "official assignment,"
as you put it.
Agent?
Yes.
What was that assignment,
Agent Larsen?
Allow me to jog your memory.
Multiple security cameras
and several prints
place you
in the defense research facility
for more than an hour,
a highly classified area,
as you might guess,
where many lethal agents
are studied and housed,
including one specific strain
of bacterial meningitis
that went missing that day,
the exact strain that
killed young Jerry grant
48 hours after you visited
the facility.
What is he doing,
Mr. President?
Finding out
who killed my son, Cyrus.
Tom:
What do you want from me?
Rowan:
You know what I want, soldier.
I don't, I swear.
Oh, but you do.
Think.
You were there.
A vial goes missing.
A young boy dies.
You will be held responsible
for the assassination
of the president's son.
I just need to know
why you did it.
I-I-I...
I was under orders.
Whose orders?
Please.
I can't do this.
Let me make something clear,
Agent Larsen.
There won't be one single person
left on your side
when you leave this room.
You want me on your side.
You need me on your side.
And I will do all I can for you
if you tell me right now
what I need to hear.
- Who gave you the order?
- Please, I...
Who gave you the order,
soldier!?
Please... who gave you the order
to kill the president's son!?
Jake Ballard.
Ballard gave me the order.
Sir?
Do it.
[Camera shutter clicks]