Scandal (2012–2018): Season 4, Episode 5 - The Key - full transcript

Jake doesn't return Olivia's calls, which distracts her from Catherine's case. Elsewhere, Cyrus continues to get tangled up with Michael; David gets a taste of victory; and Fitz wants answers about Jerry's demise.

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Catherine, do you know this guy?

He's Jeremy's security guy at the firm.

Uh, his name's Dan, um...

Dan Kubiak, former police captain
of D.C.'s second district.

Scratch that... former dirty police
captain of D.C.'s second district.

Resigned in '08 when rumors surfaced
that officers in his precinct

were serving as muscle
for Andre Butler,

notorious D.C. drug lord.

This is weird.

What?
What's he doing?

Kubiak? Nothing.



What's weird is you, here,
slumming it at a stakeout.

I mean, don't you have a ball
to go to or whatever?

I'm working.
I'm gladiating.

You're getting
your expensive pants dirty.

Seriously, what are you doing here?

My boyfriend's avoiding me.

Really?

Eyes on the target.

Before he was forced out, Kubiak
refused to roll on any of his men.

So he still has plenty
of pals on the force.

Started his own private
security firm after that.

There's a lot of money to be made

protecting the very scary
secrets of very scary people.

But the bulk of Kubiak's work is for...



Winslow, Hertz and Granger...
Jeremy's law firm.

Do you think my husband
had something to do with this?

Do you think he killed Caitlin?

I don't know.

All I know is that Kubiak

really wanted whatever
was in that folder.

And I do think that he's the key

to getting us some answers
and getting you out of here.

I don't even want
to talk about it right now.

Yeah.

Yeah. It's been, uh...

Yeah.

Yeah.

Huck, where's the parabolic Mike?

Uh, it's not in the kit?

Someone's here...
A girl.

- Ready with the Mike?
- No. I don't have it.

Huck, the Mike.

Sorry.
I don't know.

They're talking.

Would be great to know
what they're saying.

Hold it.

Whoa.

What?

I know her.

That's faith...
Caitlin's best friend.

Remember?
Instabesties, lady wood?

Major lady wood.
What's she doing here?

Oh, my God.

Holy...
Call 911.

- Quinn, did you...
- Yes.

I'd like to report an assault.

8401 K street, fifth floor.

Right now.
Yes.

Tell them to hurry! White
male, mid-40s. Hurry.

Oh, my God.

Why isn't she running?

Nice of you to join us.

Where were you?

I checked in with my guy
at the station... total pro job.

Security cameras
were dismantled beforehand.

They're gonna do full forensics,

but the scene looked pretty clean.

And our tip that it was Kubiak?

Turns out that when you're an ex-cop
with friends all over the force,

you get a pretty great alibi
whenever you need one.

He killed Faith.
We saw him.

Actually, he was drinking
at shots all night.

At least six off-duty officers
and the owner all confirm.

What do you want us to do?

Stay on Kubiak.
Both of you.

We need to figure out his next move.

I'm gonna pay Jeremy Winslow
a visit in the morning,

see how much he knows
about what Kubiak's been up to.

Will do.

Anything else?

Just...

If we hadn't been there tonight,
if we hadn't called 911,

how long do you think
it would have taken?

How long would it have been

before Faith's parents
found out what happened to her,

what she was up to, that she was dead?

How long would they have
just... been worried?

A...Body decomposing in D.C.
at this time of year

would probably start
to really stink badly enough

in about four or five days
that office workers around...

I wasn't...
Actually asking.

I want an update on Ballard.

Mr. President, there are 17
very tired Americans out there,

and I want to respectfully tell you

that you need to rely on the
good people who work for you

to get some sleep.

And the best way to do that
would be for you to go to bed.

Or at least leave the west wing
and head to the residence.

Mellie's in the residence.

Yes.
That is true.

Respectfully, sir, she's probably drunk

and in a food coma
from too much fried chicken.

So, you're safe there.

Come on.
I'll walk you.

I want an update on Jake Ballard.

Again...

As I told you at noon
and 4:00 and 8:00 and midnight,

there is no update.

It's taking too long. It
takes as long as it takes.

I think we need
to get a new interrogator.

He's the best justice has to offer.

Then why don't I have
a confession from Ballard?!

The interrogator is the best
that justice has to offer.

Ballard's B613.

I'm sure he's been trained

to withstand all sorts
of interesting things.

He likely needs a different kind of...

Encouragement,

a less constitutional
kind of encouragement.

Just say the word, sir.

I thought I had
my son's killer once before.

I was wrong.

We do this by the book.

Call me when you have
an update on Ballard.

Yes, Mr. President.

Mm.

It's Jake.
Leave a message.

It's me.

Again.

I'm just calling to say hi.

Okay.

So, bye.

Dad.

Expecting someone else?

No. No.
Come in.

Hey.

I'm sorry to drop in on you so late.

I needed a nightcap,
and I hate drinking alone.

I had a hell of a day at work.

Uh, two different
rare-bird exhibits going up,

both

at the same time.

That's a lot of birds.

Olivia, what's wrong?

I'm fine.

You drank a whole bottle
of the cheap stuff...

By yourself.

It's not cheap.

It's just not snobby.

- I had a night, too.
- Ah.

And I haven't heard
from Jake in a while.

Everything, uh, all right...
between you two?

Things seemed fine at dinner.

Yeah, we're good.

We're great.

Huh.

Do we talk about this stuff?

Let's not talk about this stuff.

Even if we were normal...

We're normal.

In what context are we normal?

W-we're not normal...

Even if we were,

normal people don't talk about th...

Normal fathers and daughters
don't talk about...

All right.

Let me just say this, then.

Um, there's something about Jake

that reminds me of myself at his age.

I must admit that I wasn't the best

at respecting the schedules of others,

especially when the others were...

Lady friends.

Okay, done.

Sometimes you have to let a young
lion roam free, Olivia.

So done!

I can't decide

if I'm turning into
one of those people I hate

who wanders around going,

"oh, my boyfriend.
Why doesn't he call me?"

Or if this feeling
I have inside is actually right

and something bad happened to him.

What if I'm supposed
to be saving him right now

instead of sitting here
drinking wine with you?

Olivia...

What could possibly have
happened to a man like Jake?

Why did you give agent Larsen

the order to kill the President's son?

Mr. Ballard, you've refused
all food and water.

Now, I assume that's because you know

we're required to send prisoners
to a medical facility

if they fail to consume
food or water for 72 hours.

Mr. Ballard, I will accompany
you to the medical facility

and continue the interrogation there.

That's not a threat.
That's a promise.

Bill...
It is Bill, right?

We have already established
the rules of this game, Bill.

We did it 20 hours ago.

I demanded to see the President.
You refused.

So, now I don't eat or drink.

Ticking clock, 72 hours, while
you ask ridiculous questions,

make obvious statements,

and we both wait
for the inevitable appearance

of the leader of the free world.

So, be quiet now
and just wait for the President.

He'll be here.

You seem like a decent guy,

but your voice is really
starting to get on my nerves.

And even though the Pentagon
is a very fancy place,

these handcuffs
are a suggestion for me.

I'm being nice.

Stop talking.

Why did you give agent Larsen

the order to kill the President's son?

You want to stand in the sun?

Why did you give agent Larsen

the order to kill the President's son?

Why did you give agent Larsen

the order to kill the President's son?

I'd appreciate an answer
to my question, Mr. Bal...

Guard! Guard!

Hi.

Save me.

So, you get drunk
at 8:00 in the morning now?

What can I say, baby?

Today you get a twofer...
Drunk Mellie and smelly Mellie.

Whatever.

Damn right, whatever.

If you're so miserable,
why don't you leave?

Why don't you go back to Santa Barbara?

Why don't you go somewhere,
anywhere but here?

If you aren't even going
to pretend to be first lady,

to be a statue, to be an idea
for the American people,

why don't you just leave?

Because Jerry's here.

He's 4 miles away.
We see him every day at 2:30.

You know that.

Right.

Jeremy.

Mind if I sit down?

I'm expecting someone.

Are you expecting Dan Kubiak?

Excuse me?

'Cause I saw Dan Kubiak
kill a girl last night,

and I have reason to believe

that Kubiak may have been responsible
for Caitlin's death, as well.

Hello, Mr. Kubiak.

A friend of Caitlin's
was killed last night.

Faith.

You hear anything about that?

Maybe.

She had something we needed...

A key to a locker.

Your daughter gave it to
her, but I couldn't find it.

The night Caitlin was killed,
she was at your office.

She took something, a folder.

Faith took that locker key
from Caitlin.

She was dead as soon as she took it.

You killed those girls.

You killed my daughter.

I'm here to help you, Jeremy,
if you want my help.

I'm here to warn you if you don't.

How many times have I told you
not to ask about my work, boss?

I don't know anything about this.

Consider this a warning, then.

Dan Kubiak is going to pay
for what he's done.

And if you've had anything
to do with it in any way,

you will, too.

Your daughter is dead.

Your wife is rotting in jail
for a crime she did not commit.

Enjoy your fruit.

Abby?

Yes, David?

What's going on?

What's going on?

It's midnight and I'm
dreaming about going home

is what's going on.

So, you're still at work?

I work at the White House, David.

The White House never closes.
What do you want?

I don't know.

I thought maybe we could...

Hang out.

I could come over to your place.

My place?
This is my place.

I sometimes go home to take a shower.

Sometimes, I shower here.

I am working, David.
I am busy.

I'm working, too, Abs.

I'm at work right now.

Remember how we
used to shower together?

Are you drunk?

What? No.

No.

Maybe a little.

Good night, David.

It's Jake.
Leave a message.

You're probably fine.

I'm probably just...

But you came to dinner, so...

I'm giving you five minutes.

If you don't call me back
in five minutes,

I'm going to assume
something bad happened to you.

So, call me back.

Five minutes, Jake, starting now.

- I
- need you to find Jake.

What?

He's not answering my calls.
I'm worried.

I need you to find him.

Hey!
Get off the phone!

Where are you?
What's going on?

Huck? Huck!
I have to go.

Why do you...

You can't be here.
Can we just talk?

No!
We have been over this.

No!
Stay in the car.

Let me just explain.
Please.

You need to leave now
before I call the police.

I didn't have a choice, okay?

They were gonna kill you and Javi.

They were gonna kill you!

The supersecret spies
were coming to kill us,

so you had to run away.

I know. You've told me that
crazy story every single time.

Then why don't you believe me?

You need help.

Okay? Just...

I really don't want
to have to call them again.

So, leave, please, and don't
come back here anymore.

Where are we with Kubiak?

There is a key.
What?

It's why he lured faith
to the office building.

He was looking for a key to a locker.

I think that's where Caitlin
stashed the folder.

So, you're saying
Caitlin gave faith the key

before she went to the hotel.

Yes, exactly.

Well, where's the key?

Um, somewhere in Washington?

Kubiak can't find it, either.
He's looked everywhere.

I've been racking my brain,
and I'm in the same boat.

I have no idea
where Faith could have put it.

Okay.
Let's keep on it.

I pinged all of Jake's I.P.
interfaces for the last two days,

which landed me in
his geo-location data stream.

Then I ran that through my qr-9
knock-off, and from there, it was easy.

He might as well
have been wearing a cowbell.

There's not a single word in that
sentence I understood except cowbell.

I found Jake's last location

- before he stopped using his phone.
- Where was he?

Once again, sir, there is no
update from the interrogator.

Then get a new interrogator.

Do you want to open
this argument again?

Mr. President, sorry.
I have Olivia Pope on the line.

Did Jake come to see you?

You're calling me about your boyfriend?

I know.

It's just...
I'm worried.

He's missing
and he was at the White House,

and I don't know what to do.

Are you gonna say something?

I should go.

- Fitz.
- What?

What's going on?

I'm not talking about this with you.

What?

Do you have Jake?

I'm hanging up.

Do you have Jake?!

Goodbye, Olivia.

Olivia Pope is always
a dog with a bone.

She won't drop this.

Ballard needs to confess.

I can't do anything until he confesses.

Sir, Ethan says he has Olivia
Pope on the line for Mr. Beene.

Should I transfer it in?

I'm not available, Lauren.

Sir...

Lauren!

Tell my agents
I want to go to the Pentagon.

Sir?

I'm getting an update
on Ballard in person.

- Abby Whelan.
- I need you to find out what happened to Jake.

Hello to you, too, Olivia.

Jake's missing. The last place I
tracked him to was the white house.

- I need you to...
- I'm hearing a lot of "I needs,"

which sounds like
you're asking for a favor.

- Are you asking me for a favor, Liv?
- Abby...

Because I reserve
my favors for my friends.

Abby, not now.

Go find out what's going on with Jake,

why they have him,
what they're doing to him.

I don't take orders from you anymore.

Ugh.
What do you want?

I was drunk last night.
I drunk-dialed.

- I apologize.
- Apology accepted. I have to go now.

It's not a proper apology
unless there's lunch involved.

There must be a lot of people you
need to apologize to these days,

so take one of them instead.

You should stand.

Huh?

You stand for the President, Bill.

Sir.

Game over, Bill.

I'll take it from here.

Rowan tried to kill me.

He blew up my car, so I turned Tom.

Or at least I thought I did.

I came to see you because
he called me. He was scared.

But I guess Rowan got to him.

Or maybe it was all a con to get to me

or...
I don't know.

But I didn't kill your son.
You know that, right?

You've gone 55 hours
without food and water?

That's too long.
You should eat something.

Eat!

Come on.
Eat.

You were singing.
Really?

Otis Redding.

What song?

"The dock of the bay."

- Good song.
- Mm-hmm.

♪ Sittin' on the dock of the bay ♪

♪ watchin' the tide roll away ♪

Got to pass the time somehow.
Mm-hmm.

Is that good?

Or do you want something else?

I could have them
get you something else.

- No, it's good.
- Oh, that's great

because I want you to be fully
hydrated and on a full stomach

when you sign your confession.

We don't want anyone saying

that you weren't in possession
of your full faculties

or that you were coerced, do we?

I want to know why you killed my son.

I didn't kill your son.

I didn't kill your son, Fitz.

Fitz, it was Rowan. I've been
hunting Rowan since I got...

Since you got back
from your trip with Liv?

Oh, man.

Oh, my God.
I am screwed.

You have been waiting for this moment

from the second I got in bed with her.

You've been waiting.
I'm here be...

Because of her.

It doesn't matter
what the truth is, does it?

The only thing that matters

is that I put my hands where
you think they don't belong,

and now I'm in chains.

You killed my son.

I am going to have you destroyed.

I'm gonna watch you fry
in the electric chair,

and I'm gonna have a party
when it happens.

You are a decent human being.

You are a good person.

I know this because she loves you.

If you were not a good person,

you would be down here
pummeling my face in.

I would not be in the possession
of a government agency.

I would be in a ditch somewhere.

No one would be worried

about the timeline
of my food and drink.

I would be in an unmarked grave by now.

You're one of the good guys!

She calls them white hats.

You don't think you are,
but... you are.

It's why she loves you.

I'm one, too.
It's why she loves me.

You need to go upstairs

and sit your ego down
and really think...

Think about this and realize

that there is no possible way
I could have done this.

It wasn't me.
I didn't kill your son.

How many times do I have to
tell you to stop stalking us?!

- I'm sorry.
- I have begged,

I have pleaded,
I have called the cops on you.

Do you want me to get
a restraining order?

Because I will call the cops
again right now, I swear to God.

This has to stop!

I'm sorry, Kim.
I'm sorry.

I need to see Javi, okay?

I need to see my son.

You'll stop if you can see Javi?

I just want to see my son.

I'll go away, okay?

Just let me see my son.

Can you come back tonight?

Yes.

Okay.

Come back tonight,
and you can see Javi then.

- Ma'am!
- Lauren, it's 2:30.

Why isn't the motorcade out front?

Well, ma'am...

Where is he?

He's not here, ma'am.

- Lauren, where's my husband?
- He's... He's unavailable.

Ma'am, he had an appointment.

Well, that can't be
because it's 2:30

and 2:30 is when we visit the
grave of our dead son, Jerry.

See?

It's right here on the schedule...

2:30 to 3:00 blocked out
every day POTUS is in residence.

Every day, he comes upstairs and says,

"Mellie, are you
ready to go?"

Every day, right here on the schedule.

You see that?
Can you read?

Reading is fundamental, Lauren.

I can read... ma'am.

So, where is he?

What is suddenly more important
than my dead son?

I-I don't...

Where is he?

Why didn't you run?

What were you doing?

Why didn't you run?

Huck, I figured it out.

What are you doing?

Wrapping a present.

You're terrible at that.
Here, give it to me.

So, I've been playing Faith's murder

over and over in my head,
racking my brain

trying to figure out
where the hell this key is.

Then I realize

there's only one place
Kubiak hasn't checked...

her body.

I think it's on her.

I think it's in her.

Faith knew Kubiak
was going to kill her,

so she swallowed
that key before she died.

Well, in that case, you're screwed.

Am I?

Who's that for, by the way?

Can't tell you.

You know eventually

you're gonna have to tell me
what this is all about, right?

Hi.

Come in.

I got him a present.
Is that okay?

It's a handheld game console,
but I tricked it out

so it has a faster processor,
3d video, Bluetooth.

Does he like that kind of stuff?

Where's Javi?

I'm Dr. Newman.
Call me Patrick.

Uh, Kim called me.

Thought maybe you and I could talk.

I'm here to see Javi.

Please talk to Dr. Newman.
He is here to help you.

- You need help.
- Is Javi even here?

Kim says you used to be
in the military.

- Javi?
- Can we, uh, sit down and...

- Javi!
- Javi's not here.

- Javi!
- I'm gonna need to ask you to calm down.

Please, calm d...

I am here to see my son.

Let him go!

Let him go, or I will call the police

and you will never see Javi ever again.

You lied to me.

I told you the truth.
I told you everything...

What I've done, where I've been.

I told you the truth,
and you lied to me.

What are you doing here?
I'm calling you back.

Oh!
Thank God.

Cy, he won't
tell me anything, and Abby...

Red doesn't know anything,
and that's how it will stay.

Why is Jake being held?
What's going on?

What's going on is that
the President recently received

concrete photographic evidence
that your boyfriend...

I'm sorry, your other boyfriend...

murdered the President's son.

And then right after he did that,

he murdered
your friend Harrison Wright.

- What? That doesn't...
- It's true.

- Says who?
- Your father.

My father? What?!

Your father got the confession
from agent Tom Larsen

who said Ballard ordered the hits.

Well there you go.
My father got the confession?

- I saw him get it with my own eyes.
- No. No.

- No.
- It was clean.

- No!
- I saw it!

It was clean!

Liv!

He killed Jerry, he killed Harrison,

but before he did all that,
he murdered my husband.

Remember that, Liv?

Jake Ballard is a predator,
an animal, a killing machine,

and just because you've decided
to turn a blind eye to that

doesn't make it any less true.

So, your boyfriend...
Your other boyfriend...

is currently being interrogated
in the bowels of the Pentagon,

where he will eventually
confess to his crimes,

after which, it is my profound
hope that he will be executed

and that the next time you need me,

the next time you want to chat,

you'll find me dancing on his grave.

I came here tonight as a courtesy.

This is a classified matter.

It's the last we'll speak of it.

- You did this!
- Olivia.

You did all of this!

Jerry, Harrison...
You killed them!

And then you set Jake up
to take the fall!

Jake was my agent.
I trained him.

I sent him to monitor you,
to gain your trust,

destroy your relationship
with Fitzgerald Grant.

I did that.

There are many things
I ordered Jake Ballard to do

in the service of B613
and, yes, at times,

in the service of my
own personal agenda,

but killing Harrison...

was not one of them.

Jake did that on his own.

And Jerry.

Are you telling me that wasn't
some kind of sick payback?

Jerry Grant?

No, Olivia, that was you.

- Me?
- You wanted to win the election.

Jake knew that, knew that you
wanted it more than anything.

He asked you to save him,
to be with him, repeatedly.

He was...

Obsessed with you.

He gave you exactly what you wanted,

and then he blamed the death
of Jerry Grant on your mother,

creating a barrier
that was insurmountable

so that you could never
be with the President again.

How could you,

when your mother was responsible
for killing his son?

What... love
could survive that?

Jake did that.

Jake made it so that you had
no choice but to leave,

go away forever,

and when I realized...

If that's true...

Why didn't you tell me?

You were leaving for the island!

I thought you would be safe!

Imagine my surprise

when I found out that you
took Jake Ballard with you.

I considered bringing you back,

but I knew that
he would never hurt you,

knew that he loved you.

I know that still
because I trained him,

because there was a time
when he belonged to me.

I just wanted you to be happy.

That's all...

I ever wanted.

Okay.
Totally gross.

You'll never guess what I just found.

Huck?

Huck, are you okay?

What's wrong?

She doesn't believe me.

I tried telling her
the truth many times.

She doesn't believe me.

She'll never believe me.

And I told her the truth.

I told her the truth.

I told her the truth.

Who?

Kim.

Kim.

- You want a drink?
- Mellie...

I'm gonna have someone
take you upstairs.

Lauren!

Lauren's gone home.

I made her go home

after we had a chat
about you being unavailable.

What?

You missed Jerry today.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

Something... I...

Something happened, and I had to... I
know where you were. I understand.

Mellie, you're drunk.

You were off screwing Olivia pope.
Oh, for God's sake.

"I promise I won't
see her, Mellie. We're a team, Mellie."

- I wasn't screwing Olivia Pope.
- You were screwing Olivia Pope.

I was not with Olivia.

You were off screwing
your damn mistress.

Okay.
We're done talking.

You are such a monument,
such an idea, such a king,

such a holy father
for the people to pray to.

And you yell at me?

I'm the shame?
I'm the shame?!

You want to know where I was?
You really want to know?

I already know.

- You have no idea what I was...
- You were screwing your mistress

instead of visiting your son's grave.

Your father would be so proud.

I was at the Pentagon...

Trying to get a confession
out of our son's killer!

Oh, God.

We have to stop doing this
to each other.

We just have to stop.

- Tell me.
- Mellie.

Tell me.

Jerry was poisoned

with a drug that was stolen
from Fort Detrick.

Who?

I can't give you details.

We have the man in custody,
we're interrogating him now,

and, I promise, we will prosecute him
to the fullest extent of the law.

I'm sorry.

I never wanted you to know.

No, no.
It's good.

It helps.

Helps?

Mellie...

You understand what I'm saying, right?

It wasn't an illness or God
that killed our son.

Mm.

Jerry was murdered
as an act of terrorism.

He was murdered
because I'm the President.

His murder won us
the Presidential election.

- Jerry's death was...
- Meaningful.

No, look at me.

Honey, I'm...
I'm saying...

It wasn't random, it wasn't senseless.

It had meaning.

It had a point.

I can't tell you how much better
that makes me feel

on some strange level, how much
order that brings to things.

It didn't just happen.

He didn't just sneeze one day and die.

It was more like...

He was a soldier.

Our soldier...

Our war hero.

There was a point.
He died for us.

He died so that we could stay in this
white house for four more years.

He died for our sins.

We're done talking.

I-I'm saying
I understand

why you feel you need to be a monument,

understand why you feel you owe
your life to this office.

I get it. I do.
I see.

He died for us.

- Fitz.
- Stop talking.

Until you can become
the Mellie I recognize,

we are done talking.

Wh...

Here.

Take the scotch.

Take your chips.

Drink, eat, and be merry.

Then get the hell out of my office

and never mention
my son to me ever again.

Abby!

David.
What are you doing here?

Have you been drinking?

- When?
- Recently.

Yes. You're the attorney
general of the United States!

You can't do this.

Many of my predecessors
were distinguished alcoholics.

Then go find one of them
to hang out with.

I've got work to do.

Please, Abby.
Please.

Ugh. Please what?
What do you want?

I want to talk to you.

Is that it, really?
You want to talk?

Because it feels like
you want something else,

and that's not gonna happen, David.

I killed someone.

What?

I killed someone with the b613 files.

Unh-unh. I can't.

I can't... hear this.

That judge, judge Sparks...
That was the files.

That was me, Abby.
I did that.

I was tired of losing.

Ever since I started working
in this town,

I've been losing to them.

Those files helped me win.
Those files got me this job.

Those files got this
country gun control.

Those files gave me the power

to do things I've never been able to do

against people who always had
one more card to play.

Those files made me,
David Rosen, a winner.

Judge Henry sparks
had a daughter... Emily.

When she was three days old,
she suddenly stopped breathing.

She was taken to the NICU
where she stayed for six weeks.

At the time, Sparks was being vetted
for a supreme court appointment,

but he withdrew his name
so he could be with Emily.

She turned 9 today.

I killed him, Abby.

I was trying to be Olivia Pope,
and I killed him.

Why are we all
trying to be Olivia Pope?

Abby.
You ruined David Rosen.

You took a good man,
an honest, decent man,

and you made him think that
to do any good in this world,

he had to be like you...

A liar, a cheater, poison,

because that's what you are, Liv...

You are poison!

And everyone who touches you
pays the price.

Liv.

What's wrong?

Jake killed Harrison.

What?

Jake killed Harrison.

Uh... they took him
into custody

and they have all this evidence, and...

I don't think it's true.

I don't see how it could be true.

They say that Jake killed...

Harrison and Jerry Grant,

but it has to be some kind of...

We were standing in the sun, happy...

No.

- No.
- Shh, shh, shh.

N...

Shh, shh. Shh.

We were standing...

It's okay.

It's gonna be...

Okay.

♪ When I wake up in the morning, love ♪

♪ and the sunlight hurts my eyes ♪

♪ and something without warning, love ♪

♪ bears heavy on my mind

♪ then I look at you

♪ and the world's all right with me ♪

Put him on his feet.

♪ Just one look at you

♪ and I know it's gonna be

Did you kill my son?

No.

♪ A lovely day

♪ Lovely day, lovely day, lovely
day ♪ - Did you kill my son?

You're just a pawn...
Rowan's little puppet.

♪ Lovely day

Did you kill my son?

♪ Lovely day, lovely day, lovely
day ♪ - You're being polite.

♪ Lovely day

Don't stop.

I asked you a question.

- ♪ When the day that lies ahead of me♪
- I think you want me to be guilty.

Guilty lets you hate me

for things you're not
allowed to hate me for.

- ♪ Seems impossible to face did...
- You... kill... my... son?

- ♪ When someone else instead of me ♪
- like those two months...

I spent on an island...
Screwing your girlfriend.

- ♪ Always seems to know the way ♪
- oh, that must have tortured you.

Did... you...
Kill... my... son?!

♪ Then I look at you

imagining me inside of her...

♪ And the world's all right with me ♪

...Seeing her face...

♪ Just one look at you don't stop.

She calls my...

Name.

♪ And I know it's gonna be