Scandal (2012–2018): Season 6, Episode 11 - Trojan Horse - full transcript

Olivia and the team are determined to bring down Peus, but as the Electoral College vote nears, the fight for power claims another victim.

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The Electoral College
meets in four days

to select the nation's
next President.

Yeah.
And with Cyrus Beene charged

in the assassination
of his running mate...

Oh, that's right! ...the
electors have little choice

but to rally around Republican candidate
Mellie Grant. David! Oh, go, go!

That's right! Those several
electors have pledged themselves

to third-party candidates...

That is just so perfectly right!

Aah!

Oh! Oh!



Oh!

Ohh.

Oh, was that an antique?
Oopsie.

Don't apologize.

That's how every table
dreams of going out...

In a...

Aw...

Say, are you thirsty?

Parched.

Okay.

Shh! Shh! Shh!

It's me.

Here's what you're gonna do.

You're gonna walk back in there,
you're gonna be perfectly calm,



and you're gonna tell your
girlfriend she needs to leave

because something's come up
that needs your attention.

I know. I know.
She screams real nice.

But she also helped kill
the future President

and framed Cyrus for his murder.

It's a lot to take in.

Try to act natural...

'cause, David,
if she suspects you know,

she will kill you.

What are the options?

Senator, there are no options.

You're telling me
to cede the Presidency.

I wish I didn't have to.

That is America out there.
I don't quit on them.

That is not my job.
My job is to fight for them.

My job is to make this world
better for them.

Frankie Vargas won the election.

I'm fighting.
I'm not quitting, Olivia.

This is not our party, Senator.
This is not our time!

The White House belongs
to Frankie and Cyrus.

It belonged to Frankie.

You're telling me Cyrus Beene
should run the country

because Frankie's gone?

He is not gone.
He was taken.

They took him
from his rightful place.

Cyrus was his choice.

We have to do what is right.

If anyone deserves to wear
the white hat right now...

White hat?!
For the love of...

Get off your cross!

Like you never murdered
anybody?!

Like you never stole
an oval or two?!

This is the Oval!

I was born for this!
This is mine!

You don't want to win this way.

Yes, I do!

You don't!
I know you don't.

Because if you do this,

steal the Oval like this,

knowing that murder
is the only way you won,

you will be no better
than those people.

And I know
you are better than them.

I know you inside.

You are
a better person than most.

You are inherently...
good.

It's why you would've been
a great President.

Last night
the Department of Justice

received definitive evidence
that alleged assassin Tom Larsen

was not in Philadelphia
on the night

of Governor Frankie Vargas'
murder.

Cyrus Beene is innocent
of all charges

related to the murder
of Frankie Vargas.

On behalf
of the Justice Department,

let me say that we deeply
regret the charging

and incarceration
of an innocent man,

especially in a case
as sensitive as this one.

What does this mean
for the Electoral College vote?

The vote... The vote
will take place as scheduled.

Will Cyrus Beene

become the country's
next President-Elect?

That's a question
for the electors.

If they choose to vote
for Cyrus Beene,

then, yes, he would become the
country's next President-Elect.

In the meantime, Cyrus Beene
is to be released,

effective immediately.

This is real.

Yeah, it's real.

Mellie's devastated...

as she should be,
but with time...

she'll be okay.

She has to be.

Tomorrow morning, Mellie
will make her statement.

She'll cede the Presidency
to Cyrus Beene and...

Liv.

Come here.

Come here.

I wanted this.

I needed this.

You deserved this.

Good night, Fitz.

Good night, Liv.

I know it's not home,

but given the amount of media
camped out on your doorstep,

I think you'll agree
this is a better option.

I had the White House issue
a statement on your behalf,

asking for privacy
at this difficult time.

The press, as you know,
will ignore it,

which is why there are
Secret Service posted outside,

just down the hall.

They'll keep guard.

They'll keep watch, rather,
and you should be safe here.

My assistant will bring more
clothes in the morning.

Is there anything you want,
specifically?

Anything you need?

Ella.

I need to see my daughter.

Bring her here?

Uh, I asked already.

Michael won't allow it.

But I will ask again.

No need.

Red, I-I'd just like
to be alone now.

Of course.

I know this is all
very... new.

But you're not just free, Cyrus.

You're the next President
of the United States.

Get some rest.

Spread 'em.

The eyes of the world are now
on Senator Mellie Grant,

whose team has called a press
conference for this afternoon.

In the wake
of Cyrus Beene's exoneration

and release from pris...

I know that sigh.

What are you doing here?

That's the sigh
of a championship rider

whose horse keeps getting sold
out from under her,

which is why you have
to own your own horses.

I mean, what else are you gonna
keep in your stables.

Am I right?
I'm conceding, Liz.

Why? Why are you
rolling over?

Now that we know Cyrus
is innocent...

We don't know anything.

Which one of them
got to you? Hmm?

Cyrus? Fitz? No, I know.

It was Olivia.

You belong in the Oval,
and you know it.

It's not that simple.

There are other things,
complications.

Complications?
This is Washington!

Do you think complications
ever stopped Fitz?

Why are you really here?

You don't even like me.

I don't like people.

But, believe it or not...

I respect you.

You've survived more
in this town

than anyone could have
ever expected.

But giving up
a job that's yours?

Because of complications
only a man can handle?

That's weak.

If I'd have known
you'd back down this easily,

I would never have voted
for you.

Mellie just cracked
the top ten trending topics.

Everyone wants to know
what she's gonna do.

Good. We're all set
for this afternoon.

Concession speech
at the Lincoln Memorial.

Are you okay? Do you need water?
More pillows maybe?

You're not bleeding
on my sheets again, are you?

I'm fine.

- Hey.
- Hey, he said he's fine.

Is that my robe?

No. Yes. He said it
feels like money.

Just wash it when you're done.

I thought of an option.

We let the electors
decide for themselves.

Mellie.

Just think about it, Liv.

There is nothing you or I
can do anymore.

We've already done all we can by
running a phenomenal campaign.

Now it is up to
those 538 electors

to decide who is going to be
the next President.

Now we have to let the system...

The Constitution...
Do its thing.

Mellie, we already agreed
what we have to do.

You're making a speech
this afternoon

at the Lincoln Memorial.

I don't need to just roll over
and concede anymore, Liv.

All I need to do is sit back

and watch the Electoral College
make history.

Isn't that wonderful?

No, it's not, because
it wouldn't be fair.

Fair?

To whom?

To the country.

To Cyrus.

Mellie, I would be in complete
and total agreement with you

if it weren't for the people
who fixed this election.

If it weren't for Cyrus
having to go to prison

for a crime he never committed.

There is nothing we can do
to change any of that.

Are you sure?

Yes. I am.

Liz North says...

Liz... North... says?!

Ugh.

Mellie.

I can't do it, Liv.

I just can't.

Those electors aren't simply
going to forget

that they ever laid eyes
on Cyrus's mug shot.

This isn't a fair fight anymore.

Cyrus has been tainted
by all of this.

He has been hurt.

Then help him through it.
Fix it for him.

I mean, if anyone can make
things fair, it's you, right?

So, do your best.

Do whatever it is that you feel
so compelled to do.

But just know that...

I am going to do the same.

I'm really sorry, Olivia,
but my mind is made up.

Have a good day.

Cyrus Beene.
Our new client.

And the most hated man
in America.

Not once we're through.

Not once we've launched
a media blast

that will remind
the electors that Cyrus

is not only innocent,
but experienced.

Presidential.

Our country's electors

should not be fooled
by this so-called evidence.

Mellie Grant is your President,

not this murderer
who got off on a technicality.

All the President is saying is
that America has a choice now.

A choice?! Between an elegant
and experienced stateswoman

and a greased hog
who managed to slip

through the bars
of his prison cell somehow?

Cyrus Beene is innocent,
plain and simple.

The FBI had enough evidence
to arrest Cyrus Beene of murder.

Plain and simple.
How about we just stick

with the non-arrested-for-murder
candidate?

Call me old-fashioned,

but is that too much to ask
of someone

seeking the highest office
in the land?

Hello.

I brought two suits.
One is navy. The other...

They're not gonna f-fit.

What?

The suits won't fit.

Not properly, at least.
I've lost 14 pounds

thanks to a regimented diet
of only the finest prison food.

Cyrus, can I come in?
Can we talk?

No.

Matter of fact,
if I recall correctly,

you told me you'd never
speak to me again.

Remember that, Liv?

I'm sorry.

Of course you are.

Well, thanks for that.

That was something,

but I've got some things to
attend to, so see you around.

Did you hear about
the elector in Virginia?

The one talking about
going faithless.

There's a chance he may switch
his vote from Mellie to you.

He believes you should
be the President.

Do you have anything to say
about that?

Guy sounds like a moron.
Bye-bye.

First, it's this guy, then
another elector in Florida.

Another in Iowa. Texas.

You're still in this thing,
Cyrus.

Can you let go of the door?

Mellie, however, is not going to
go down without a fight.

The door. Let go.

You need to take a shower.
Shave. Suit up.

You need to get out there
and win this thing!

Let go of the friggin' door!!

I begged you to listen to me.
To believe me.

I told you I was going to die.
And what did you do?

What did you do, Olivia?
You left me for dead.

Now you're here.

Cyrus...
No, no, no, no, no.

You need to understand
something here.

You do not get this chance.

You do not get anything more
from me.

It is over.
This is over.

I am now a former
death row inmate.

I was charged with murder.

You were fully exonerated.

You... You think anybody's
gonna give a damn about that?

You're delusional.
Sick.

No. No. This is over.
Leave me the hell alone.

I can't.

- Yeah, you will.
- No, I can't.

Because you're wrong.
This is not over.

This is far from over.

And I'm gonna prove it
to you, Cyrus.

You may not believe me now,
but...

Wait!

The Vargas case is a mess.

I've been on the phone nonstop
since Cyrus's release.

I can't believe I have to
start all over again.

I can only imagine.

But I know you can handle it.

So, what did Olivia want?

I'm sorry?

Olivia Pope.

I heard she was
in the White House.

To talk.

Obviously.

Sorry, my mind is in this speech

I have to give at CPAC tomorrow.

Don't you think
it's a little strange

that one day Olivia's moving
heaven and earth to bury Cyrus,

and now, all of a sudden,
she's his champion?

I hadn't thought about it.

She didn't mention
anything to you?

Nope.

Didn't Olivia work here

when Tom Larsen was
a Secret Service agent

in the White House?

I think so.
I'm not sure.

Well, did they keep in touch?

Because if there's a connection
between them,

then that could explain
Olivia's behavior.

I would love to work,
but if we're not gonna work,

I definitely don't want
to talk about

the inner workings of
Olivia Pope's brain.

Thank you so much for coming.

Before I do this,
I need to know,

are you 100% sure
Cyrus is innocent?

I would stake my life on it.

Dad?

What's going on, Dad?

It's been too long.
I wanted to see you.

Can I show you something?

This is the last piece
I will affix.

Sandra and I...

we agreed that this
would be the final piece.

A fitting way
to complete his story.

I've got Frankie Vargas's
widow waiting.

I need to get back to work.
Cyrus is...

Inside.
What?

Step inside the box.

Their surveillance system,
like any other,

is simply a grid...
An imperfect grid.

It took a while
to figure it out.

A lot of sleepless nights.

Counting steps, circling,

listening to the sound of
cameras shifting as I moved.

These boxes are dead spots.

You need to stop doing
what you're doing.

You need to stop trying
to make Cyrus President.

I'm giving him back
what they took.

There is nothing to get back.

When these people take from you,
it is gone.

Finished. Forever.
I can't believe that.

You don't want to believe that.

These people can't win.

They've already won!

If Cyrus Beene
becomes President,

they will kill you!

You have to stand down, Olivia.

I won't quit. I will win.

There is no winning.

There's simply life and death.

I remain useful to these people

because I assume they believe

I maintain a certain level
of influence over you.

If that goes away,
if you walk out that door

without heeding my advice,

I am useless to them.

I am extinct.

It was really good
to see you, Dad.

I'll see you again very soon.

I promise.

Olivia.

Survival of the fittest, right?

Cyrus Beene was never anything

but a faithful and loyal
supporter and friend

to my late husband,
Frankie Vargas.

We should all be grateful
that he has finally been shown

to be the innocent man
that he is...

The man we voted for.

The man my husband believed in

and chose to carry out his
vision for the American people.

It's time Cyrus Beene take
his rightful place as President

and end this national nightmare
once and for all.

Thank you, Mrs. Vargas,
for sharing...

Some interesting poll results
this morning.

It seems that Cyrus Beene,
thanks in no small part

to Luna Vargas's endorsement
yesterday,

may actually have a shot
with electors.

If I'm Senator Grant right now,

I'm looking for a way to stop
Beene's momentum.

We're here with Michael Ambruso,

estranged husband
of Cyrus Beene.

So, Michael,

you know Cyrus, I'd say,
better than anyone, right?

I suppose. Yes.

Do you think he killed
Frankie Vargas?

Liv!

Well, he's been cleared

of all charges
due to new evidence.

Yes, we know.

But what my audience and myself
would like to know is,

do you, Michael Ambruso,
believe Cyrus Beene

assassinated
Governor Francisco Vargas?

No. I do not think Cyrus
killed Frankie Vargas.

But...

Cyrus is not a good man.

He's a liar. A cheater.
A manipulator.

His lies know no bounds.

Our entire marriage
was about him. His needs.

I wasn't a partner or a lover.

I was his housekeeper,
his nanny.

I picked his daughter up
from school

and his clothes
from off the floor.

And at night, I cried myself
to sleep in an empty bed

because the man I vowed
to have and to hold

couldn't be bothered to
have me or to hold me.

So, no, Cyrus Beene did not end
Frankie Vargas's life,

but he ruined mine.

And for that,
he doesn't have my vote.

Well, there you have it, folks.

Michael Ambruso,
in his own words,

telling the world
that "till death do us part"

ends at the ballot box.

Shame on you.

Cyrus was in jail
because of a lie,

and you just used
his family to destroy him.

It wasn't me...
or Elizabeth

because, like you,
she just called,

asking if I had done it,
which I hadn't.

If anyone should be ashamed,
Liv, it's you.

She's lying. She wants to be
seen as the good guy.

Noble. It's the only way she
justifies what she's done,

which, in fact, is
completely reprehensible.

I've seen Mellie lie before.
This wasn't that.

This was someone else.

Who?

Liv?

I went to see my father
yesterday.

And?

He told me to stop. He said if
I didn't, they would kill him.

So it was your father.

He did this.

It would be so easy...

Don't.

One word to Angela
and all this gets settled.

We are not ratting out
my father.

He's guilty.

And weak and old and imprisoned.

"We've all done
terrible things."

Those were your words to me.

I forgave Abby.
Now it's your turn.

We should be focused on Cyrus.

We put him in prison,
we abandoned him,

we left him to die.

Cyrus needs us.

I'm not hungry.

Leave it...
Leave it outside!

Damn it.

Can I come in?

When was the last time
you were outside?

I don't...

You drink beer now?

I'm not drinking beer.

Someone distilled this,

poured it into a barrel to age
before we were born.

It's maybe the best
in the world.

Give me another.

Good to be out?

It's strange.

I can imagine.

No, you can't.

What was it like?

Prison?

H-Hell.

Pu-Pure hell
especially because...

I know.

I got jumped in prison.

Crap knocked out of me.

Left for dead.

What?!

A guard set me up.

Let some Frankie supporters
have at me.

Needed stitches on the top
of my head, cracked a rib.

A drunk kid accidentally hit me
with a rowing oar

in boarding school.

Pretty much
exactly the same thing.

You know why I'm here.

Olivia sent you to get me
to fight for the Oval.

I'm sorry, Cyrus.

I appreciate that, sir.

Do you remember what I gave you
in the hospital

the night of the assassination?

I believe so.

America.

It's still there, Cyrus.

It's yours.

And as your President,
I'm asking you to take it.

Can you do that?

Are you ready to become
President, sir?

I don't deserve to be President.

You don't spend
a decade in Washington

without committing a few sins.

I'd committed more than a few.

So, when I was thrown in prison,
it made sense.

When my friends abandoned me
and my husband left me...

that made sense.

It all made sense.

So what if I hadn't killed
Frankie?

I lied.

I pursued my own agenda.

I let my daughter down.

Prison, then?
A treason charge?

It was...

I-It... was almost a relief
because I knew I was unworthy.

Except three days ago,

I was released, cleared,

told, "Go out there, Cy."

"Tell them you deserve
to be President."

But I know I don't.

Strangely enough,

that's what finally convinced me
to come here...

because nobody "deserves"
to be President.

Certainly not the people who
most often try to be President.

Except for Frankie.

He... was... different.

The people saw it.

It's why he won.

And maybe it's why we lost him.

In his absence, I offer you
something far more meager...

My flaws... and my service.

Frankie Vargas
loved this country.

He embodied the best
of our values...

Diversity, humility, kindness.

Unworthy as I am,

his hopes
have become my compass.

And that's why I'm here...

To make you a promise.

If chosen to serve
as your President,

I will strive to honor
Frankie's legacy,

to become worthy of the office
that was rightfully his.

What the hell?

We thought it was time for you
to meet your benefactors.

You're working for them?

We're all working together.

Theodore Peus. It's so nice
to finally meet you.

This is insane.

If you think I am shaking hands
with these murderers...

They've got the votes.

What do you mean,
"They got the votes"?

The electors.
It's been taken care of.

Taken care of?

Electors are human beings,
Senator.

Push the right buttons,
they'll cave to your demands.

So you threatened them?

It's harmless
arm-twisting.

What matters is that you
are going to be President.

Isn't that great?

Undo it.

- Mellie...
- Undo it!

I don't want to win this way
or even have this conversation.

In fact, I would like you
to leave my office.

All of you. Now!

Did you hear what I said?!

Are you familiar
with the Trojan War, Senator?

I asked you to leave.

It's the one where the Greeks
snuck inside their enemy's gates

inside a wooden horse.
Rachel?!

Rachel took a walk.

You're our horse, Senator.
Our way into the White House.

You'll be the President,

but we'll be in charge
because you fear us.

I'm afraid you're stuck with us.

Okay, one...
I don't fear anyone.

Two... you will never step foot
in my White House,

let alone tell me what to do.

Maybe we should all just...

Three... I will make it
my mission

to have you tried and hung for
the murder of Frankie Vargas.

That cannot stand.
Have I made myself clear?

Let's do this.

Let's take tonight,
think things through.

And then once we've all had
a chance to calm down a little

and catch our breath...

One...
Now you do fear us.

Two... Miss Ruland is
your new Chief of Staff

now that Miss North
has become unavailable.

You report directly to her.

Three...
If you alert authorities

or try to cede the Presidency
to Cyrus,

we will kill your children.

Have I made myself clear?

Senator?

Yes. Yes.

I think our work here is done.

Congratulations, Senator.
You're about to be President.

What's this?

The warrant I'm submitting

to have Olivia Pope arrested.

On what grounds?

My team uncovered
a large payment to Tom Larsen

from a bank account
associated with Olivia.

It's all right there.

I'm sure this isn't
what it seems.

You're sure?
Because I'm not.

Tom Larsen said he killed
Frankie Vargas.

And this money makes it look
like Olivia paid him to do so

in order to get her candidate
into the White House.

Angela.

I came here as a courtesy.

I know that you and her
have history.

I just wanted you to know
that my hands are tied.

I have no choice
but to bring her in.

You made Olivia your target
from the beginning.

You have blinders on.

Excuse me?

You know what I mean.

And it's so ridiculous
and so insulting

that you're gonna have to say it
for me to truly understand.

This isn't about truth
and justice.

It's about something else.

Boy, I am the director
of the FBI,

not some chick
who got dissed at prom.

I'm filing this warrant,

and Olivia Pope is going to
answer my questions.

I hope you can respect that,
respect how I do my job.

And I hope to see you later.

I didn't tell you on the phone.

That was smart, right?

I thought you'd tell me
not to talk, s-so I didn't talk,

and I tried not to move,
but I did move.

I'm sorry. But, I...

Mel-Mellie!
What happened?

The blonde lady...
killed Elizabeth.

And now the blonde lady is
my Chief of Staff, I-I think.

Yes. Yes,
that's what she said.

She said she's my Chief
of Staff, and the man...

Peus?

The man said the electors
were bought or bribed or...

Or threatened, and he said
that their votes were rigged.

And he said that I am the next
President of the United States,

just like we dreamed, only
the nightmare version, and...

It's...
It's not too late.

If they're bribing electors,
we can follow the money...

If they catch you doing that... find
out who's bankrolling them, go public.

There's a process,
proper channels...

They will kill you, Liv!!

They killed Elizabeth!

They killed the President!

Once you kill a President to get
what you want, what's a fixer?

An elector? A child?
Teddy? Karen?

Your...
Your proper channels

of law and precedent
and decency?

They don't care!

Mellie! Breathe!

We are going to get you
out of here.

I have to go.

Don't... Don't go.

Jake is here.
Jake will take care of you.

Hey. Eyes on me.

Eyes... on me.

There.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry for this... mess.

I... It's all my fault.

I shouldn't have trusted her.

I am your Vice President.

I am your shield.

I clean up
your political messes,

I take the political bullets
for you,

I clean up the messes
you leave behind.

It's my duty,
so you don't apologize to me.

We are in this together.

This is just one bump on a long
journey for you and me, okay?

Now, first things first.

Do you keep a spare suit
or dress in the closet?

Good, because I'm gonna
ask you to step out of this one

slowly and carefully.

Come on.

There.

Fitz.

Angela's going to arrest you.

She has the money you paid Tom.

I told her
it's not what it looks like,

but she refused to accept that.

I think this has become
personal for her

in a way that isn't helping
either of us.

I can talk to David Rosen,
have him run interference.

If necessary, I can ask
for Angela's resignation.

I'd rather it not come to that,

but if that's the only way to
stop this nonsense, so be it.

Did you hear
what I just said to you?

Angela's filing a warrant
for your arrest as we speak.

Good.

Good?

This is it.

This is how we win.

Olivia...

They bought the electors.

Peus and Ruland.
For Mellie.

The only way to stop them

is to make it so the electors
can't actually vote for her,

to remove her as an option.

If Mellie Grant's
campaign manager

is arrested for framing Cyrus...

We have another option.
There'd be no way

the electors could vote
for Mellie.

Why on earth would I allow you
to go down for this

when your father is guilty?

Arresting my father won't
solve this. We talked about...

Arresting your father
will solve this!

The FBI needs a head on a spike.

There is no way in hell

I am letting you go to prison
for life...

when he's guilty and you're not!

No chance!

I am not asking your permission,

and you do not
tell me what to do.

If there's one thing
you should know by now,

it's that you don't...
Don't you see?

I'd lose you!

Forever.

Your father is guilty.

My father will die.

If he goes to jail,
if they see him as a threat,

if they think he'll talk,
they will kill him!

My father will die!

So all this... is for him?

You arrest my father,

you stop me from taking
the fall for this?

For doing what I have to do?

You also lose me forever.

So I guess, either way,
this is goodbye.

I guess so.

You're always right.

Always the smartest person
in the room.

Until right now.

Don't.

Don't do this.

I'm sorry.

Today Americans will finally
have a conclusion

to what has been a tragic
and tumultuous election season.

That's because
in a few short hours,

the Senate meets to certify
the votes of 538 electors,

who together, will
pick our next President.

What are you saying?

I'm saying the Oval
can still be yours.

Do you have anything
stronger than this?

Olivia, what the hell
do you think you're doing?

What's necessary.

It's the only way to prevent
Mellie from becoming President

and to keep these people

from getting what they've been
after the entire time.

If I go down, so does she,
so do they.

You've made the ultimate
sacrifice, Cyrus.

It's time I do the same.

I can't let you do this.

You don't have a choice,
Mr. President.

The Deputy Bureau Chief
just came into my office

and told me that Olivia Pope
is not being arrested

and that he is now leading
the investigation,

reporting directly to you.

You did this.

In lieu of transferring you
to the field office in Omaha.

This was business.

Or I can simply accept
your resignation.

Do you realize
that you're interfering

with the Federal investigation

of the assassination
of the President-Elect?

No, I'm not.
Didn't you hear?

We have a suspect in custody.

Dad!

Dad!

Ma'am.

I-I need to talk to him.

No, you don't.

You will step aside
and explain to me

why you have a paleontologist
in handcuffs,

or you will explain it to the
President of the United States

when he accepts
your resignation!

Which is it?

Ma'am, these orders
came from the White House.

We got you.

Pursuant to the requirements
of the Constitution,

members of Congress, the Senate,

and the House
of Representatives have met

in joint session for the purpose

of counting the votes
of the electors

for President of
the United States of America.

Will the teller representing

the state of Alaska
please come forward?

The duly-elected electors
for the state of Alaska

voted for the following result.

For President of
the United States of America...

Mellie Grant.

Texas votes
with the following result...

Mellie Grant.

Mellie Grant.

I'm sorry, Cyrus.

Montana votes
with the following result...

Mellie Grant.

What do you have
to be sorry about, Red?

Tennessee votes with the
following result...

Mellie Grant.
All of it.

North Dakota votes with
the following result...

Mellie Grant.

California votes with
the following result...

Mellie Grant.

I told you to leave
my father alone! I told you!

And for some reason, you find it
very hard to believe

that if I had to choose
between you and him,

you will lose!

You want to stop yelling at me?

You saw your father taken
into custody. My custody.

He's safe, Liv.

Now you and I can focus on
taking down Peus together.

The certificates
of all the states

have been opened and read.

Mellie Grant will be appointed
President of the United States

for the term beginning
on the 20th day of January.

May God bless
our new President...

And may God bless
the United States of America.