Scandal (2012–2018): Season 5, Episode 16 - The Miseducation of Susan Ross - full transcript

Each candidate will get one
minute to answer questions

and 30 seconds for
follow-ups and rebuttals.

I'll give candidates time to respond

if they've been singled out and
criticized by another candidate.

All right, candidates.

Let's begin.

I didn't say everybody.

Yeah, just the ones you don't like.

Get rid of everybody,

ain't no one to pick the
cantaloupes and what have you.

We need some of them.



What we don't need are
the murderers and thugs.

Your plan won't work.

You know how I know it won't work?

Eisenhower tried the same thing,
sending out a posse

to round up Mexicans in the '50s.

- Ancestry. Hit the hypocrisy.
- Eisenhower didn't have drones.

We have the technology now

to build an electric cyber-wall

from San Diego to Brownsville.

Time's up.

If I may, Mr. Doyle should remember

that his own great-grandfather...

- Senator...
- emigrated from Ireland

and worked at tobacco fields illegally.



Time is up.

All right.

Madam Vice President, anything to add?

Madam Vice President?

It's a big problem.

We need to do better.

All right.

She's having a stroke.

We're watching her stroke-out on camera.

- This is very bad.
- The next question is to Senator Grant.

If you were to lose the nomination...

Not going to happen.

Humor me, hypothetically,
were you to lose,

who amongst your opponents would
you rather see as president?

- She's painting the image
- Mellie: I believe it is high

- of a losing Mellie.
- time that a woman

- should run this country, be commander in chief.
- She'll pivot, use it to attack Hollis.

I am that woman.

Vice President Ross is a decent,
hardworking public servant,

and she would be worlds
better and far more deserving

of this office than the
misogynist playboy to my left.

Playboy?! Now, hold on a minute.

You flew the entire lineup
of a New Orleans strip club

to your hunting cabin for the weekend.

I can only imagine what your
plans for Camp David would be.

A lot like your
ex-husband's, I'd expect.

This isn't funny. I'm sorry.

This man has shipped over 600,000

American middle-class jobs to
India and China and Mexico,

all just to add a few
million to his stack of...

- Billions.
- Billions.

Ole Hollis is

the only one on this stage
ever made a damn thing...

or done a damn thing,

including firing people
and restructuring

and all the horrible
and necessary things

people in the real world got to do

to stay alive and competitive.

And, hell yes,
I made a buck or two along the way.

I'm damn proud of that.

Listen, if all it takes
to be presidential

is to shake hands and give speeches

and know which color lipstick
to wear to the party,

then go ahead on.

Take your pick of one of these Bettys.

But answer me this, Senator...

How presidential is it

to have your ex-husband's ex-mistress

running your campaign?

- May I respond?
- Not yet.

That ain't presidential.

It's downright weird.

- You want to question my choices?
- And confusing as hell!

Let's talk about the
choices that you have made.

After a quick break, Senator Grant.

You are watching the first
Republican debate live on BNC.

Stay with us. We're
just getting started.

Man: And we're clear.

Phew. Hotter than two squirrels
screwing in a wool sock.

I missed my shot at ancestry.

- You're doing great.
- I could have led with it.

I'll drive the point
home in the spin room.

But don't worry about it.

You need to respond to what he said

about us working together.

Yes, sir. I've got her. Hold.

Susan, I have the president on the line.

Hello?

Susan, having fun?

Fun? No, sir.

You lost a few rounds.
It doesn't matter. Shake it off.

Tomorrow, no one will be talking

about who stumbled
here or fumbled there.

They'll only talk about who won.

That will be you.

You only need one moment, one punch.

- 20 seconds.
- One good one is all it takes.

Man: 3... 2...

Welcome back.

My next question is about gun control,

and it's for you, Senator Grant.

- According to a recent BNC poll...
- How is she doing?

Ow.

We're in real trouble
here because of you.

Couldn't you have at least
waited until tomorrow

to break her heart?

She figured it out on her own.

When you walk out on
that stage with her,

everybody better be smiling,
David, because if they're not,

I swear to God I will end you.

What are your feelings on the matter,
Senator Grant?

My views on gun control...

I yield to no one in my support
of the second amendment.

Oh, please.

This woman's husband stood
behind that same podium

less than three years ago,
made the same empty promises.

Then, once he's re-elected... Boom!...

Comes out strong in favor
of tighter gun restrictions.

How do we know this Grant ain't
the same as the other one?

Come on, Mellie.

Because this is the 21st Century.

You can't look at a man anymore
and assume that his wife

shares the same positions,

nor can you hold the wife
accountable for his actions.

We are not our husbands' keepers,
as they say.

We are our own women,

with our own beliefs.

And in case there is any doubt

about where I stand on the president,

you'll notice he's my ex-husband,

not my husband.

It is a good line.

Sally: Madam Vice President,
you've been awfully quiet.

Do you agree with Mrs. Grant's

assessment that women are
not their husbands' keepers,

or do you think she
should be held accountable

for her husband's decisions?

Come on, Susan, seize the moment.

No.

We are not our husbands' keepers.

That's it?

Mr. Doyle...

But maybe we should be.

I'm sorry?

What is she doing?

Here we go.

My husband, John,
served in the U.S. Army.

He was a lieutenant

in the 116th Infantry Brigade,

served all over the world,
including Afghanistan,

where his platoon was tasked
with the rather onerous job

of patrolling a 20-mile
stretch of desert

along the Kandahar-Herat highway.

He called me one night
while he was over there,

and when he told me what
their assignment was,

I said, "Well, what is it"

about this 20-mile stretch of desert

that's so important to our country?

Is it a village that needs
protecting from the Taliban,

"a prison where we're
holding terrorists?"

"No," he says.

"It's a pipeline."

a pipeline that the Afghani government,

in exchange for billions of dollars,

was allowing American
companies to build on its land.

One of those companies... Doyle Energy.

- Okay.
- This...

I'm talking now.

Hearing my husband say that,
it made my blood boil.

Here he was,

putting his life at risk

so American businessmen
could line their pockets.

I wanted to say
something, voice my rage,

tell my husband to get
the hell out of there,

but I didn't.

I bit my tongue, because we
are not our husbands' keepers.

14 hours later, a Taliban sniper

put a bullet through my husband's neck,

severed his carotid artery,
killed him almost instantly.

I didn't blame the shooter.

I didn't even blame the government

or the energy companies.

I blamed myself.

I had an opinion, and I didn't voice it.

I kept my mouth shut,
and I swore that day

that I would never again be silent.

I became a United States senator,

I became the Vice president of
the United States of America,

and I plan to become the
president of the United States,

because no,
we are not our husbands' keepers,

but maybe we should be America's.

Next question.

Oh, please.
If we can hold the applause, please.

She did it.

♪

Sally: Liberty lovers,
the first Republican debate is over,

and Susan Ross was the clear winner.

And to her, I say bravo.

It's clear that Susan
is the kind of strong,

moral woman America is looking
for to be their president.

One would hope Mellie Grant
would have the good sense

to drop out early and
let Vice President Ross

collect the female vote.

But will she?

Mellie, it was one debate, one loss...
one loss.

A hard one I know,

but you can't take it personally.

Olivia...

America hates me.

They hate who I am, where I've been,

who I think I have the
audacity to try to become.

That's personal.

They hate me.

And they love Susan.

Hey, we will win this.

You keep saying that.

Look at me.

Mellie, I will get you in the Oval,

come Hell or high water.

♪

I hate to admit it,
but Susan Ross won that fair and square.

Hard to compete with a dead husband.

We won't have to.

- Why not?
- Because he's not her husband.

Susan Ross is a liar.

We're gonna find out why,

and then we're gonna take her down.

Why the heck would they choose
a picture of David and me

when I'm the one who won the debate?!

Well, America doesn't care
about you winning a debate.

You won David.

My phone's been ringing
off the hook all morning.

Every publication in this country

wants an exclusive about your
relationship with David...

The Journal, Vanity Fair.

The Emerald, your
high-school paper, called.

- Hi.
- What's he doing here?

I asked him to come by.

Elizabeth...

I have a round of interviews
with local affiliates lined up

for the two of you together.

You need to sell this love story.

It's critical.

I will do whatever Susan needs me to do.

I want her to be
president. I owe her that.

♪

No. Why does it have to be me?

You're smart, even-keeled,
good with people.

She's not people.

She is a privileged, miserable, mean...

- Marcus...
- Look, she can go with someone else.

You will be on the road with
a presidential candidate.

That's brass ring, Marcus.

For anyone but me.

I'm too dangerous.

Huck stays here.

Well, what about Quinn?

I need Quinn here to help on Susan Ross.

So you need Quinn and you need Huck,
but you don't need me?

What I need is for you

to get Mellie on a plane
and fly to Los Angeles

so she can be likable to America on
"Jimmy Kimmel."

I need you to do your job.

Whatever.

Ready to go get them, Mellie?

My bag is over there.

Lieutenant John Latner,
killed by a Taliban sniper

outside of Kandahar on a routine patrol.

What's their story?

John and Susan lived on
the same block growing up.

On-again, off-again through high school.

Susan's on record in
several news publications

saying she and John went
to the justice of the peace

on a whim just before his
first deployment in 2006.

And?

♪ And about to drown ♪

- ♪ Hold on ♪
- County clerk's office is old-school paper.

Took me all night, but it's not there.

- ♪ I'm comin' ♪
- No marriage certificate on file.

- ♪ Hold on ♪
- I checked January and March to be safe.

So she's lying. Let's go to the press.

- No.
- No?

If the press calls Susan out
for lying about being married,

she'll just spin it,
say she lied in order

to protect her daughter. Easy.

But if she lied in order to
collect veteran's benefits

she was never actually entitled to...

Then she's not just a
liar, she's a thief,

unfit to be president.

That's unspinnable. That's... cold.

That's politics.

John's beneficiary
information isn't digitized.

I can't exactly pick the
front lock of the Pentagon.

- ♪ Hold on ♪
- Susan's bank statements.

♪ I'm comin' ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ I'm comin' ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

Nothing.

No regular deposits from the
Army into Susan's accounts.

Check again.

Maybe Susan is just a
good person who lied

to protect her kid.

Quinn: Whoo!

Okay, Susan definitely
didn't receive any money

from the government, but I followed up

on a suspicious check in
2007 to an Aston Labs.

It's a DNA testing facility.

Susan paid for a DNA test for Casey.

Not only was she never
married to John...

John isn't Casey's father.

- ♪ Hold on ♪
- So who is?

- ♪ I'm comin' ♪
- And why is Susan hiding him?

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ I'm comin' ♪

Olivia: You're holding out on me.

- I'm not sure what you mean.
- Susan Ross.

Oh. Yeah, I was wondering
why she was still standing.

You know what I want.

You want me to say I knew John Latner

wasn't her baby daddy,
and you want my source

so you can track down
Casey's biological father.

You can't knock me
for trying to squirrel

a little something away for winter.

I've got a general election to win.

You won't make it to the general

unless you use what
I gave you on Edison.

Amazing.

We're in a mutually
beneficial situation again.

I gave you what I had on Edison.

No, you gave me a rumor.

It's a rumor because I can't find

a second source to verify it.

That's a shame.

Is this how you usually negotiate?

Because you kind of suck.

Leslie Tannen.

She was the admitting nurse

at Meridian Terrace during that time.

She'll confirm.

Your turn. Susan Ross.

Who's the real father? Is he around?

Mm. Oh, yeah.

He's not going anywhere.

Who the hell are you?

I'm here to talk to you

about your relationship with Susan Ross.

Meridian Terrace...

A rehab facility in West Virginia.

Edison went there eight years
ago after he had a car accident.

Showed up at the place
with some achy bones

and a vicious addiction to painkillers.

Went back a year later for depression.

That's a personal matter. Out of bounds.

I'm glad that Senator Davis
got the help he needed.

This is how we do it every time.

I tell you what mud to sling.

You play church boy to start,

and eventually, you
come around to my side.

Look, America has a right to know

if a candidate's a pill-popper.

Tell him I'm right, old-school.

It's risky.

People with mental-health problems

aren't stigmatized like they used to be.

But those people don't
have the nuclear codes

at their fingertips.

Even so, I don't comment on rumors.

Now, I got a speech to prep.

Your hand is dangerously
close to the flame.

Watch out, kid.

Senator Grant, so nice to meet you.

Big fan.

Well, that is always nice to hear.

So, what we'd love is for
you to read some mean tweets.

Mean tweets?

You read mean things people
say about you on Twitter.

- Oh.
- It's funny. People love it.

So, for example, "Mellie Grant looks"

just like my girlfriend's dog.

I hate that dog." Stuff like that.

I would read that out loud? That was...

Not mean enough.

What?

Can you find meaner tweets than these?

Uh, yeah. How mean do you want them?

Mean.

Your wish is my command.
Nice to meet you, Senator.

Hmm.

This was a terrible idea.

Terrible!

Me and Susan... we knew each
other all through growing up.

Our daddies worked in
the mines together.

And, then, uh, in high school, we...
we became sweethearts.

She was... She was always real smart.

How's she doing?

Did she tell you that
Casey is your daughter?

No. And why would she say that?

I think you had an affair with
Susan while she was with John.

You don't know that.

I know a lot of highly
placed people in Washington

and people who already think

our country's drug laws are too strict.

We could get you out.

And what would you
want from me for that?

Just the truth, Ronnie.

You'd submit to a paternity test,

then make a public statement
saying that Casey is your child.

But if I did that,
then people would think

she was hiding something,
and here I am in prison.

Now, I-I don't think that'd
be very good for Susan.

I mean, she's trying to be president.

You've been in this place for 10 years.

You help me and by this time next week,
you'll be a free man.

I don't know. I got to think about it.

Don't take too long.

You sure you want to do this?

Even if he talks,
who's gonna believe a felon?

They'll believe a paternity test.

I read Ronnie's file.

They gave him the chance to testify

against his dealer friends

in return for a reduced sentence.

He's not a snitch.

Well, maybe 10 years in prison
has softened his resolve.

What was that about?

Susan lied and then decided
to run for president.

She's asking for it.

Casey is just a kid.

This isn't politics.

This is ripping a family
apart for no reason.

It's a presidential campaign, Huck,

and we're losing.

You know how much she hates to lose.

It could be worse.

We could be making stuff up.

Don't sit.

Can we talk?

I don't care what Elizabeth thinks.

We shouldn't be doing this.

Tell me something I
don't know, stupid face.

We should just put out
a statement that says

we really care for each
other and that we tried,

but we both should be focusing
on working for the country,

and we remain close friends

and wish each other well,
that kind of thing.

People will hear that.
People will understand.

You know what people will
understand when they hear that?

That the person in the
relationship with a penis...

That's you... Cheated on the person

in the relationship without one...
that's me...

And that we are looking for a way out

that doesn't make me look bad.

I don't want to fake it anymore either,

but there is no version
of us breaking up

that looks good for me,
unless you're willing to say

that I left you because
you're an impotent alcoholic

who hates kids and dogs and God.

Are you willing to say that?

Yes, I will say that.

I will say whatever you want me to say.

But what I want to say to you, Susan,

is that I love you.

I want to say that,

and that I hope that you'll
consider forgiving me

and that that you'll let
me earn your trust back

and that we won't have
to break up or fake it,

because we'll just be us together.

So, that's what I'd like to say.

♪

Shocking allegations
coming to light this hour

regarding Democratic
presidential hopeful

Edison Davis.

The senator reportedly
checking himself into

a West Virginian rehab
facility eight years ago

after struggling with, and I quote,

"a vicious addiction to painkillers."

You shouldn't have leaked this.
It's gonna be fine.

Alex talked to the director
of Meridian Terrace.

She was the head nurse at the same time

that Edison Davis was there.

She confirmed everything.

We make this kind of
allegation and we get it wrong,

we could take a hit in the polls
that we'd never recover from.

My brother ran both my
campaigns as governor.

Never once has he sent
me down the wrong path.

- Governor...
- Governor Vargas...

Governor, who do you think won

the Republican debate last night?

Big money and the big banks.

Certainly not the American people.

The Philadelphia Courier
is saying that Edison Davis

was in rehab for addiction to
painkillers and depression.

Care to comment?

I've seen the reports,

and I'm glad he sought treatment.

Should it disqualify him
from being president?

That's not for me to say.

I do know that generally,

these things are a lifelong struggle,

and the job of president
is already hard enough,

but I hope that he keeps
getting the help that he needs.

I can't believe this.

- You assured me this was buried.
- It was.

Then how did this...

Your daughter. That's how.

She was the only person who knew.

You need to go to her
and pull back the reins

and stop her in her tracks

before she gets any more out of control.

Did you hear me?!

Olivia did this!

♪

I can't quite decide which part

of your indecorous
behavior troubles me more,

the decision to interrupt
me while I was speaking,

the distasteful reference to
my daughter requiring reins,

or this foolish belief that I
would ever take orders from you!

- Eli...
- Oh, you want to be a boss?

Is that it?

No. I-I...

Spit it out, son!

Speak with some spirit!

Do you want to be a boss?!

No, sir.

So you don't want to be president?

- Of course I...
- Then you want to be a boss!

Which is it, yes or no?!

Should you ever

be so unwise as to
forget who the real boss,

the only boss, is around here again,

Meridian Terrance?

That will be the last of your worries.

I can guarantee that.

I'll handle this my way.

Until then,
I suggest that you keep out of my sight

and keep my daughter's
name out of your mouth.

♪

If you're hungry,

there's more chicken in the fridge.

You guys, I think
you'll want to see this.

Woman: I'm not sure how that
rumor got started, but it's a lie.

As a former nurse and now
director of this facility,

I can say that Senator Edison Davis

did not receive treatment

for addiction at Meridian Terrace.

Reporter:
Are you saying Frankie Vargas is lying?

- You told me your source was solid.
- She was.

Leslie: I'm... I'm saying the
whole thing is ridiculous.

Governor Vargas' decision to comment

on unsubstantiated rumors is hurtful

and totally uncalled for, and I-I'm...

I'm sorry Senator Davis and
his family have had to deal

with allegations that
have zero basis in fact.

No one... No one deserves that.

Reporter: Do you even know the senator?

You screwed me.

What are you talking about?

According to Leslie Tannen,
Edison never set foot

on the grounds of Meridian Terrace.

Someone got to her

Or you lied to get what you
wanted to take down Susan Ross..

Don't put this on me.

If someone got Leslie
to agree to a cover-up,

if they had the time to bribe her,

to threaten her into changing her tune,

then you're the one who
did move quick enough.

I hope to hell you can
get that charmless robot

of yours nominated,
because that will give me

a chance to wipe the floor
with you in November.

You'll be reading the
tweets off a cellphone.

"Mean tweets." "Mean"
doesn't even cover it.

Crude, vile, disgusting tweets, maybe.

I should be talking about real issues,

- real things, expounding real views.
- Senator...

After all, I just debated
my ass off on national TV.

- Senator, please.
- And now I'm gonna make a fool of myself

doing some stupid comedy bit.

Are you kidding me with how
annoying you are right now?!

I mean, damn!

Excuse me?

You are relentless with your whining

and your groaning and your complaining.

You are officially the worst!

You have no idea what
I am going through,

what I have been through,

the kinds of things that
people are saying about me.

This is exactly why
people don't like you.

This is exactly why I don't like you,

even though I'm being paid to like you.

This is exactly why
you'll never be president.

♪

Time's up, Ronnie.

We need to take your blood
now for the paternity test.

Now, look, uh, Miss Pope.

I prayed on it for a real long time,

and, uh...

I-I just can't do it.

I can't ruin the lives of
the people I care about.

I just can't do it.

This is your chance to leave this place,

to get out of here for good.

This is your chance,
and you are wasting it!

Look,
when Susan becomes president next year,

she's gonna help me get out of here.

Yeah.

And you... You may be special

with your fancy contacts and all,

but you ain't more special

than the president of the United States.

Do you honestly think the
president of the United States

will have anything to
do with you, Ronnie?!

You are protecting someone
who doesn't even remember you.

I don't believe that.

She squashed you like
a bug 11 years ago,

and she never looked back.

She doesn't think about you.
She doesn't visit you.

She doesn't care about you.

Yes, she does.

Do you want to stay here another decade!

With good behavior,

I'll be out of this place
in three more years.

Not when some prison guard

finds a little oxy
underneath your mattress.

That's another four years
for hiding contraband.

- What? I don't have any...
- Add another five

for the marijuana you've been smuggling

through the visitation room.

How easy would it be to
plant anything we want

in Ronnie's bunk, Quinn?

Quinn!

We've done it before.

I don't see how we couldn't do it again.

♪

You wouldn't.

You have no idea what I'm capable of.

Now, do we have a deal?

♪

Ronnie Miller's paternity
test. He's definitely the dad.

- That good enough for you?
- Not just good. That's great.

Leak this to the media...
TV, print, online.

I want to see Ronnie's face.

I want to hear Ronnie's name everywhere.

Good work, people.

You mind taking BNC?
I really don't like those dudes.

Huck.

I'm not taking BNC, and neither are you.

- What?
- This is wrong, Quinn.

- We can't do this.
- No, but Liv just said...

I don't care what Liv just said.
She wants us to play dirty

because her candidate lost a debate.

She wants to destroy
a little girl's life

because her candidate
is down in a few polls.

We can't do this.

No, she wants to do what's
best for her client.

You're taking it personal.

It is personal! She's crossing a line.

She's going somewhere
she'll never be able

to find her way back from.

We can't do this.

This had better be good.

I'm sorry, it's not enough
that I actually bring coffee.

You're pre-complaining
about the quality?

- I'm talking about the photos.
- What photos?

You said in your text you
have compromising photos

of the treasury secretary.

Oh, right, that.
No, I want to talk about Liv.

- Wait. You lied to me?
- Yes.

So, you're saying there are
no photos of Secretary Foster?

Who?

What's going on with Liv?

She's crossing the line, Abby.

- What line?
- Whatever one is in front of her.

- Is this about the election?
- Yes.

It's an election. It's rough and tumble.

- It's brutal. You know this.
- It's not like that.

Besides, you shouldn't be talking

about this with me anyway,
because we're not exactly

on the same side of things here.

We're on the same side of our friend,
aren't we?

I'm not talking about a tough campaign,
hardball tactics.

I am talking about our
friend crossing the line.

I am talking about
replacing the white hat

with a black skullcap.

You know the kind of
thing I'm talking about?

♪

I should have called. I know.

Fitz. What are you doing here?

Giving you some advice.

Some advice?

That's what we do now, right?

Drop by each other's offices,

exchange a few pleasantries,
and give each other some advice,

even when the other
person never asked for it.

I haven't been able to think
of something pithy enough

to say, like, "The fish
rots from the head,"

but I thought we're keeping it real

with each other now, so...

Can I keep it real with you, Liv?

Whoever taught you that phrase
should be fired immediately.

Go ahead. Keep it real.

Ronnie Miller's DNA test.

How'd you get it?

That's your only concern right now...
how I got it?

- It was supposed...
- It doesn't matter, Liv.

What matters is that you're back
to your same, old dirty tricks.

How are you not sick
of playing this game?

Oh, I am the one playing a game?

Right. Of course.

Because it's not like you showed up here

with your charming smile and your cute,
little sayings,

pretending to give me some advice,

trying to shame me into not
using the very information

that will sink your
candidate or anything.

You're so above playing games,
aren't you, Fitz?

I suppose if there were ever
a manipulation going on,

you'd be the first to recognize it.

The only reason why you are here

is because this affects your candidate.

I am here because I
believe in my candidate

because my candidate is brilliant

and passionate and inspiring...

And a liar!

She lied to the public. She lied to you.

And your candidate's so different?

I happen to think that Mellie
will be a great president.

She is smart, hardworking.
She cares about this country.

You married her, Fitz,
had children with her.

You must have thought the same thing

about her at some point.

What can I say? You
think you know a person.

Funny how that works.

I am trying to change, Liv.

- I am trying to be the better person.
- Right.

I don't want what happened
to me to happen to Susan!

I don't want her to win by deceit!

I don't want her to be the
victim of another Defiance!

Is that what you think you were...
a victim?

Please!

You know damn well

that receiving stolen
property is a crime.

You got exactly what you wanted!

You think I wanted to win that way?!

You think anyone did?!

♪

If you don't have anything else to say,

any more advice to give...

We have the chance to do
things differently now,

not only for them, but for us.

This is our chance to move forward,

to run a campaign in a hard-fought,

competitive, and honorable way.

We're not these people anymore, Liv.

We don't have to be
these people anymore.

♪

Olivia's going to help
him tell the world

- that Casey's his child?
- Yes.

This is a nightmare.

I can make this go away, Susan.

I can commute his sentence.

We can strike a deal.

From what I understand,
he doesn't want to talk,

and we can ensure that he won't.

I can make this go away.

Okay, then. Thank you.

Is that what you want to do?

Yes!

Of course. What choice do I have?

You could come clean.

I can't do that.

The man who fathered my child

isn't the man who I
pretended to be married to,

but is another man who
is actually in prison?

That's not going to go over very well.

I agree.

But the truth might.

You were in a loving,
long-term relationship

with a man who served
proudly and capably

in the United States military.

Shortly into that relationship,
you made a mistake...

A mistake that gave you
a beautiful baby girl

who was subsequently
raised in a loving family

with a loving mother and father.

You are imperfect.

You are human. You made a mistake.

And you have owned up to that mistake

and asked for the forgiveness
of the American people.

Will they accept this and
continue to support you?

I don't know. But I
think that they might.

I know I will.

I can't do that to Casey.

Far be it from me to
tell you how to parent.

But I know you.

If you decide not to
go public with this,

it won't be because
you're protecting Casey.

Don't fool yourself.

It will only be because
you're protecting the path

to this office because
you believe it is worth

whatever it takes to get here.

Let me tell you, Susan,

that is not true.

I don't think you
understand, Mr. President.

If this comes out, I'll be ruined.

This will destroy me.

No.

What will destroy you is
if you take this office

and you didn't earn it.

I did not earn this office.

I was not fairly elected to this office.

I did not earn it.

Sir?

I am going to tell you a story,

and you are gonna tell
me who you want to be,

and I hope who you want
to be is better than me.

What do you want?

I'm doing the show, Marcus. What?

"Is that bougie-ass
scarf cutting the air off

to Marcus Walker's brain,
or is he just plain dumb?"

"More flavor in a dry
saltine than Marcus Walker.

Can we say Boresville?"

"Those mutton chops, though?
You ain't Shaft, bro. #SMH."

It means shaking my head.

Okay.

It's what they tweeted about
me when I ran for mayor.

Guess what trended 48
hours after I announced.

- Go ahead.
- I have no idea.

My high booty.

Your what?

Apparently,
I have what the twitterverse refers to

as a "high booty."

I wear my pants too high,

belt too tight just to... You know?

Show off your high booty?

That right there.

That's the person they need to see...

Someone relaxed, someone
who can laugh...

Laugh at herself.

You're scared to lose.

Trust me, I know the feeling.

But you have a chance
right now to show the world

there's another side of
Senator Mellie Grant,

a side that America
can fall in love with.

Do not waste it.

Use it.

Use it and win.

♪

Sir, I've made a decision.

I have some difficult news, Susan.

Have a seat.

I want Ronnie to wear that
suit for the interview,

okay, those shoes.

What time are you going to the jail?

Quinn, what?

Ronnie's dead, Liv.

He hanged himself in his cell.

♪

Frankie, got that list of
field directors you wanted.

You want to take a quick look
before I start contacting folks?

Why don't you hand that over to Cyrus?

I thought Alex was handling it.

He was, and now he's not.

Alex, hand the list over to Cyrus.

He'll take over from there.

Alex, give my campaign
manager the paper.

Yeah.

Okay. Understood.

Mr. Beene.

Ah. My ride is here.

We'll get back at it...

bright and early.

♪ Sunny ♪

Nice work on Meridian Terrace.

It's like Edison Davis was never there.

That was the job, sir.

And a job well-done. Thank you, Tom.

My pleasure, sir.

People are obsessed with you two.

- We've heard.
- Why do you think that is?

I think it's simple, Trish.

America loves a love story.

Frankly, so do I.

Very good, Madam Vice President.

Thank you both so much
for joining us today.

- Thank you.
- Our pleasure.

Feed's down. Tallahassee's
in 10 minutes.

Keep up the energy, people.

You're doing great, you know?

- Mm-hmm.
- I'm happy I could be of help,

even happier that you've forgiven me.

You're a prop, David. That's all.

♪ Thank you for the
sunshine bouquet ♪

♪ Sunny ♪

I need your help.

♪ Thank you for the... ♪

So, as you know, from time to time,

we give famous people a chance to read

some of the horrible things

people say about them on Twitter.

And today, we extended the opportunity

to our former first lady
and current candidate

for president, Senator Mellie Grant.

And to all of our
surprise, she said yes.

_

_

♪ Thank you for the
truth you let me see ♪

♪ My Sunny ♪

♪ Thank you for the
the facts from A to Z ♪

♪ My life was torn ♪

- ♪ Like a windblown sand ♪
- They're here.

♪ Then a rock was formed
when we held hands ♪

- ♪ Sunny, one so true ♪
- So?

- ♪ I love you ♪
- Let's keep it real.

Stealing my catchphrases again.

I want to win, desperately,

but I want to win clean.

I want to win because
I ran the best campaign

for the best candidate.

I want to walk away in November
with my pride, with dignity.

♪ Thank you for the
smile upon your face ♪

- ♪ Sunny ♪
- So what do you say?

♪ Thank for the gleam ♪

- ♪ That flows with grace ♪
- Some scotch?

Bourbon.

♪ You're my spark of nature's fire ♪

♪ You're my sweet complete desire ♪

♪ Sunny, one so true ♪

- ♪ I love you ♪
- I say...

- ♪ Yes, I do ♪
- I'm gonna kick your ass.

♪

♪ I love you ♪