Scandal (2012–2018): Season 7, Episode 5 - Adventures in Babysitting - full transcript

Why?

Why do you insist on making
things so hard for yourself?

Do you think I enjoy punishing you?

I don't, but you don't seem
to appreciate how generous

I've been with you, the
privileges I've allowed.

- Olivia...
- Do not open your mouth.

Speaking to me is a privilege,

being able to work on your
dinosaur is a privilege,

the ability to do anything...
take a walk,

read a book, use the
bathroom by yourself

is a privilege.



And until you are able to prove to me

that you can appreciate nice things,

you will not be allowed to have them.

- Do you hear me?
- I hear you.

No!

Speaking to me is a privilege!

You do not have privileges.

Do you hear me?

Good.

It's important that you hear me.

It's important that you listen

very, very carefully
because you are going

to deliver Fitz a message for me.

Are you ready?



Go home.

What does that mean, "Go home"?

Go back to Vermont tonight.

Don't hesitate, don't
pack a bag, just go.

And once you're there, stay there.

- I'm gonna speak to her.
- Don't.

Speaking to Olivia is a privilege,

and if you don't go home tonight,

it is a privilege that you
will lose permanently.

I'm sorry I brought
you into this, son.

I shouldn't have done it.

Now, go home.

Please.

Good evening, my fellow Americans.

Late last night, rebel forces
in Bashran staged a coup,

overtaking the presidential
palace in the capital

and killing hundreds
of duty-bound soldiers

and innocent civilians.

We must use our military might
to remove these violent rebels

from power and reinstate
President Rashad,

the rightful Bashrani leader.

This is not just for Middle East
peace, but for global peace.

To defend Bashran... long-time
adversary of the United States?

Who among her advisers
actually thinks that sending

American soldiers to fight
trigger-happy insurgents

is a good idea?

This isn't stirring
up a hornet's nest,

this is poking a nuclear-armed bear.

We knew the announcement
wouldn't be received warmly.

- But these numbers...
- Are preliminary.

The American people can be convinced

that this war is in
their best interest.

It's not the American people
you have to worry about.

Why do you say that?

Constitutionally, only the
United States Congress

has the authority to declare war.

It doesn't matter
what the people want,

and it honestly doesn't matter
what the president wants.

Without full congressional
approval, war is a nonstarter.

Congress can be convinced.
It'll take some meetings.

Remind those folks
on the Hill that war

is good for business, and
polls are harder to read

buried under piles of cash.

Perhaps it's time for me
to return to Bashran,

meet my enemy face-to-face.

You'll be executed.

Give us time.

We will get you your country
back, I promise you that.

Stay...

Yasmeen.

- Your niece?
- If I am to stay,

she needs to be taken out of school.

Anyone coming after me
will come after her, too.

I need Yasmeen somewhere
where my enemies

wouldn't think to look.

Okay, Yasmeen, you can
hang out here for now.

Feel free to make yourself at home.

But first, we need all your devices.

Okay, sure.

Just give me a minute
to make some calls,

send some e-mails.

You pulled me out in
the middle of class.

I didn't get a chance to let
anyone know where I was going.

Good. Let's keep it that way.

Look, I know it's a lot.

Trust me, all of this
is for your own good.

Come on.

Movie theater rules.

If it lights up or makes
noise, it goes into the box.

I'll get this stuff back when
I return to Dartmouth, right?

I'm gonna go put all these away.

I'm sorry, Yasmeen, but you
won't be going back to school.

You mean, like, ever?

Is that what you're
telling me right now?

Your uncle was almost
assassinated in the White House.

If these people can get to him there,

they can find out about you...

where you live, where
you go to school.

He's worried.

So, yes. That's all you
had to say... yes.

Okay, um, any idea where I'll end up?

As soon as there's a plan in place,

you'll go with your uncle back to...

- Bashran.
- Eventually, yes.

I... look, it's going to be
okay, Yasmeen, I promise.

Our job, our only concern,
is to keep you safe.

We're gonna be here for
you no matter what.

I have a meeting with members
of the Armed Services Committee

this afternoon to go over the
latest Bashrani intelligence.

They might be swayed
to support the war

if we reassure them that
American casualties

will be minimized.

Liv?

There might be an easier way.

The coup was engineered
by a coalition of

two Bashrani political parties
the Asha and the ZTF.

So far, they've
successfully shared power,

but should one of its leaders
be killed and the other party

blamed for it...

It would lead to some
serious infighting,

the coup implodes, Rashad
swoops in like a hero,

he takes his palace
back, restores order.

There wouldn't be a
single American casualty.

I told you it would get easier.

Being command.

What are you doing?

- Whatever's necessary.
- Did you not get my message?

I got your message, and I'm staying.

That's not an option.

I'm sorry it had to come to this.

Had to come to what?

Olivia.

In here. Now.

What did you tell her?

Everything.

I told her everything.

You killed Luna Vargas?

He shouldn't have told you.

- Oh, my God.
- You had deniability.

He took that away from you.

Stop. I need to... just stop.

Luna was a mother, a friend.

She wanted you dead.

She was behind her
husband's assassination,

and you were next.

There are other ways to fix things.

I did what I had to
do, and now, it's me

who carries the burden
so you don't have to.

No. Unh-unh.

This gets out, I go down for it.

What's done in my name
is done by me, Olivia.

You conspire against the government,

I conspire against the government.

You commit murder,

I commit murder.

There's only us.

Isn't that what you told me?

So, where was I when you killed Luna?

Where was I when you diverted funds

from the Pentagon to fire up your...

what do you call it... your B613?

I was protecting you.

Shut it down!

This stops now.

Shut it down and get me
congressional approval

of this war in Bashran
the old-fashioned way.

The hard-earned,
above-board, legal way.

- It's not the smart way.
- It won't...

Enough!

If I ever hear about
B613 again, Olivia,

so help me God, I will
not be so forgiving.

Go.

Get me my war.

Cribbage?

Don't give me that look.

You're a millennial
without Internet access.

I'm here to help you.

Then give me back my phone.

No can do.

Look, this is for your own safety.

If you try to use your
phone, they'll trace it.

So, for your protection, we've
removed all temptation.

- How?
- We incinerated it.

- What?!
- Sorry.

I hope you backed up all your texts.

What the hell?!

Calm down. We're just
trying to keep you safe.

Go away. I never asked for
your stupid protection!

Mr. Vice President, I
tried to stop him.

Laser Beene, I told her
you're expecting me.

It's all right, Hannah,
I was expecting him.

He's shadowing at my meetings today.

So, what's on the agenda?

I'm ready to get my larnin' on.

You look nervous, Senator,

but I want you to know that I get it.

I'm asking you to vote "yes"
on taking our country to war.

That's no small ask.

No. No, it certainly isn't.

Senator, I don't like the idea
of yet another endless war

on the other side of the world,

and I'm sure your
constituents don't either.

But I can tell you
that President Grant

has full faith that this
war won't be endless.

Victory is not only possible,
it's a foregone conclusion,

and with it, we'll finally
have the nuclear arms treaty

that has eluded us for decades.

Perhaps.

Senator, I hope I don't sound callous,

but there's another potential
silver lining here.

With any war, there are
logistics contracts to award,

which means there are jobs to be had,

which could be very good news

for both you and your constituents.

That's, uh, well, that's
an interesting point.

Are you suggesting you
might have some influence

regarding such contracts?

Mr. Vice President?

Apologies.

Yes.

So, I think we understand
each other, Senator.

What do you say?

Can I count on your support?

I gave you one job!

And I completed it.

I delivered the message
to Fitz like you asked.

Clearly you failed because
he went to White House

and told Mellie everything.

Okay.

Okay?

You do understand what
this means, don't you?

That Mellie knows about Luna
Vargas, B613, all of it.

Speak.

What do you want from me, huh?

Keep passing notes back
and forth between you

and your little boyfriend
like we're 9 years old

at recess in the schoolyard?

I told you what I wanted!

And I did it!

And yet, I have received
nothing in return.

- You want to be rewarded...
- Mm.

for going behind my
back and conspiring?

I want my bones!!

Who you are...

what you have become,

every single thing about
you makes me sad.

No bones for you.

Okay, I'll pick up the rings,
Charlie's on cake duty,

and, Huck, you are good
with getting the flowers?

Yeah, but I don't think
the florist likes me.

- What? Why?
- I don't know.

I complimented her on
her pruning shears.

- They're very sharp.
- Okay, you pick up the rings,

I'll handle the flowers,
Charlie's still on cake,

Abby, you've got
Yasmeen for the night.

- Uh, she's not here.
- Make sure she stays here.

- Well, did you check...
- I looked everywhere.

She's gone.

Well, who was supposed
to be watching her?

I stepped away to write my vows.

Oh, good. I hope you finished them.

- I have a draft.
- It won't be easy to track her.

We took her phone.

So, start with the cams in
the lobby and go from there?

Ah, that won't be necessary.

Damn it, she texted
someone from my phone.

She sent them our location.

I can use the metadata

to track whoever she contacted.

I'll pull the car around.

I am sorry. She started crying,

and I was giving her some privacy.

I messed up, okay?

You better hope we find her
before someone else does.

I've been in this bar I
don't know how many times.

I've never seen it this dead.

Turns out, this is what it looks like

when a former president
wants to grab a drink.

Thank you.

Cheers.

So...

she been treating you good?

I assume the two of you
are working together.

B613.

Mr. President...

You can talk freely with me, Jake.

Things must be slow in your
world right now, I take it.

Things in my world couldn't be better.

I've got my institute,
we're doing great work.

- I am good.
- I'm glad to hear it.

I was just asking about you.

How you doing?

I'm great.

So, Liv's keeping you busy, then?

You should probably just stop now.

Fine.

No shop talk. I get it.

So, how are things at home?

Are we allowed to talk about that?

How's your wife? How's Vanessa?

You're wasting your time.

By trying to catch up
with an old friend?

Being here in D.C. You
are wasting your time.

You told Mellie all about
Liv's deep, dark secrets,

and now you bring me here,
say it's to buy me a drink.

Why?

You put Mellie on notice,
and now it's my turn?

- No.
- Taking away all of Liv's toys.

That'd be nice, right?

Not gonna happen.

I'm not gonna waste my time,
not when she's a lost cause.

You don't believe that.

I know you don't believe that.

You have no idea

what or who you're
dealing with anymore.

You're trying to go back in time,

make her fit some image
that you can't bear

to let go of instead of
letting her become the person

she's always been destined to be.

And who's that?

Command.

Ah.

Appreciate the drink.
Always a pleasure.

No, n... absolutely not.

The man wants to be a beacon of hope.

All I'm asking is that you let him...

You're asking me to sit
across from President Rashad,

the most elusive world leader
on the planet right now,

and go easy on him
after years of being

on the wrong end of
human rights issues.

His record is less than perfect.

I don't know what you think this is,

but you don't get to call
me up whenever you want

and expect me to just
do whatever you want.

I'm sorry that things between
us aren't working out

the way you pictured.

Maybe you mistook me
for the kind of woman

who scribbles your name on a
notepad with little hearts.

I'm not sure what I did to
give you that impression,

but I apologize if I
hurt your feelings.

We're not talking about my feelings,

we're talking about you
telling me how to do my job.

I'm not telling you
how to do your job.

I'm telling you you
have an opportunity

to do the right thing.

You have a chance to play a
tiny role in the greater good.

I can't make you show up.
That's on you what to decide.

Do you want to build
peace, or do you want

to pull a man's pants down
on television to spite me?

Which side of history
do you want to be on?

This isn't just about me or my ego.

This isn't even about
the people of Bashran.

This is about rogue vigilantes,

sworn to destroy the United States,

who have seized control
and are now on the verge

of having access to nuclear weapons.

That threat is real.

Defeating these rebels and
returning me to power

is the best and frankly the
only way to deal with it.

Many Americans don't see
the difference between you

and these rebels.

They read about your record
on human rights abuses,

how you treat women and
immigrants in Bashran.

In fact, I have to be blunt
and say that I very seriously

considered not inviting
you to the show because

I couldn't say I disagreed with them.

I see.

So, I did some homework.

And the truth is that you've secretly,

out of the public eye, diverted funds

to open shelters for battered women,

offered safe havens for
refugees persecuted

in neighboring countries.

Why are you so shy about
touting these endeavors?

There are long traditions of
discrimination in my country

against women,

against minorities.

We're making progress,
but there are many

like these rebels who want
to drag us backwards.

I see a bright future for Bashran

with opportunity for all.

But we cannot do it alone.

We need the help of the most
powerful nation on Earth

to fight these forces of darkness

and ensure safety and
democracy for us all.

The United States has its
own complicated history

with change and those opposed to it.

What?

I wanted to make sure
you're seeing this.

Sometimes due to ignorance...

Cyrus made a lot of headway
on the Hill yesterday.

I'm pretty confident
this interview is going

- to go a long way toward...
- Liv.

Yes?

I'd really like to
hear the end of this.

impossible without change.

This will be a struggle, but
it was your own general

George Patton who said,

"Better to fight for something

than live for nothing."

I see someone...

someone else clearly did his homework.

Thank you so much for your time, Mr.
Vice President.

Between Rashad's little speech earlier

and your encouraging words just now,

I think I'm ready to
put my doubts aside.

Senator Klein, thank you for
your support and your vote.

Oh, hey, another one down.

So, now he decides to pay attention?

What do you mean?

You've been beep-boop-booping
on that phone for two days.

If you want to sit around
and play video games,

do me a favor and stay home.

Eat churros in your sweatpants

and have a grand old
time while I do my job

and get the president her war.

I'm not playing video games.

Fine, snap-stagramming, whatever.

What am I looking at?

I have an algorithm I use

whenever I'm considering
a new product.

I pop a bunch of numbers in...
consumer research,

et cetera, et cetera... and
it tells me whether or not

it's worth moving forward.

And it's never been wrong.

So, what?

You've been working the whole time?

I have. For you.

And the data's clear, Cyrus.

This war, it's a crappy product.

All right, remember those phones

that had the exploding
batteries a few years ago?

The company had to
recall millions of them.

Cost them billions.

Last year, they release
a new model that fixes

the problem, except no
one wants to buy it

because they only remember
the last crappy product

the company sold them.

So, what do you suggest?

You sell people a bad product,

and you're gonna find
that it's difficult

to get them to buy anything
from you ever again.

Show me those numbers again.

Here.

What were you thinking running
off alone like that?!

There are people out there
who would want you dead.

- Oh, she wasn't alone.
- Who the hell is this?

This is Gillian, her girlfriend.

We found the two of them
at a rest stop off I-70.

You called your girlfriend?

Charlie, you're not in a
position to be miffed right now.

You weren't even gonna
let me say goodbye.

I had to do something.

Well, I'm sure this
is all very romantic,

but the only thing you've done
is put Gillian in danger, too.

I haven't told anyone
where I am, I swear.

And I'm the only one at school
that knows who she really is.

Her secrets are my secrets.

If someone really wanted to
make you talk, you'd talk.

Everybody does... eventually.

Please, just let us go.

Let you go? Are you out of your mind?

We'll go somewhere where
no one knows us...

change our names, start over.

- Yes.
- Really?

I was talking to her,
and I was saying,

"Yes, she is out of her
mind." This is ridiculous.

I've done it before.
I've been pretending

to be a regular American college
student for three years.

I can do it again.

We found you at a rest stop.

You really think you'd
make it out of the state

before someone unfriendly grabbed you,

pulled you apart piece
by piece or worse?

The only thing you two are gonna do

is sit right here until I
figure out what happens next.

Quinn, did you hear a
single word she said?

She's terrified. That's
why she ran off.

People do stupid things
when they're afraid.

Oh, I see. Is that why
you gave her your phone?

- Because you were afraid?
- What? No, I...

You said, "People do stupid
things when they're afraid."

You must've been scared
out of your wits

to do something as stupid as that.

Knock, knock.

Cyrus. Thank God. I
need some good news.

It's been in drastically short supply.

Ah, well, sadly, I don't think
that's about to change.

You don't have the votes.

Congress is split 50/50.

You're looking at a tie.

That shouldn't be a problem.

In the event of a tie,
the vice president casts

the deciding vote.

That's why I'm here...

to tell you that the vice president

is going to vote "No".

No?

That's right. No.

Okay.

What?

What?

What do you want?

It's what I don't want... what
America doesn't want. War.

Cyrus, you need to stop,
and you need to think,

because if you don't give
me what I want here,

I'll consider that an act of war.

And I know you understand

why you wouldn't want
me as your enemy.

Well, that certainly
escalated quickly.

- This is amusing to you?
- Oh, no.

It's all very, very scary.

I'm sure that I can
expect your B613 goons

to show up at my house in
the middle of the night.

No vice president is safe from
the wrath of Olivia Pope.

But, I-I what... what
happens then, hmm?

You hurt me, you've lost me for good.

You still don't have my
vote, you lose your war,

and you lose an ally.

You lose a friend.

No one can govern by themselves, Liv.

I'm still your friend.

And as your friend, I'm telling you,

this war is a loser.

America doesn't want it.

I don't want it.

You shouldn't want it, either.

- Move!
- Olivia.

Have you heard the news? Your
people give you an update yet?

- Sit down.
- No?

Then let me save them the time.

We're not gonna get this war,

which means we're not
going to get this treaty,

which means the Middle East
gets to keep developing

its nukes, which means
not only the lives

of countless American citizens

will be put at risk,
but the entire world.

I said sit down.

When have I ever listened to you?!

Are you happy now?

Did it make you feel good

running to the principal's
office and tattling on me?

- Yes.
- Oh.

- I'm delighted.
- Hmm.

I am ecstatic. I feel great.

I told Mellie the truth.

Somewhere along the way, you
misplaced your white hat.

I've just handed it back to you.

I see.

So, you think I've
suddenly turned into

some power-hungry boss bitch
who thinks she can play

and use the president like a pawn?

Fitz, I've been doing that for years.

At least ever since I
put you in that office.

Listen to yourself.

I stole B613 right out from under you.

It was actually easier than I thought.

But then again, you make
everything so easy.

Did you honestly think
you could come here,

buddy up next to my father, worm
your way back into my life,

and make any kind of difference?

I'm sorry, Fitz.

I really am.

But you can't.

You can say all the
nasty things you want.

I'm not going anywhere.

What's it gonna take? When
are you going to leave?!

When I see someone I recognize.

When I see Olivia Pope,
and when you do, too.

So, do me and yourself a favor...

let me know when she's back.

Word from Capitol Hill today
is that President Grant

doesn't have the votes she needs
for her proposed resolution

authorizing military
intervention in Bashran.

Now, the setback is a blow
to the Grant administration,

which had hoped to reinstate
ousted President Farid Rashad

and renew negotiations
on a nuclear treaty

with Bashran's neighboring
country of Dakal.

You are absolutely not
going back to Bashran.

You do not have the
support or the protection

- of the United States...
- I understand your concerns,

but I cannot abandon my country.

You mean a country whose
people have turned on you?

Whose government has been
thrust into chaos and turmoil

by anarchists waiting to
put your head on a stick?

It's better than putting
my head in the sand

and pretending none
of this is happening.

I'm not asking you to pretend.

I'm asking you not to die.

- Madam President.
- I don't...

What?

I don't know how I could
be any more clear.

You...

are a passionate and brilliant leader.

But this isn't your fight...

or your country or your call.

I already told you my biggest
fear is failing my people.

And not returning to Bashran
to protect the citizens

who've put their faith
in me all these years

would make me a failure.

A coward.

Oh, thank God you're here.

God, I hope you brought
some muscle with you

because that girl's
not gonna go gentle

into the good Bashrani night.

I need you to keep
Yasmeen a little longer.

Are you sure?

Because there's a bacon
General Lee here

with your name on it if you
take her with you now.

I'm sorry, not yet.
Maybe not for a while.

The situation in Bashran,
all our plans, any hope

of nuclear agreement...
it's all a mess right now.

Yeah, well...

It's a mess here, too, if it
makes you feel any better.

- Yasmeen took off on us.
- What?

Don't worry. We found
her and her girlfriend.

Yeah, hot and heavy.

Now the whole office hates
me because I'm sending

the girlfriend back to school
and nipping young love

in the bud, or whatever.

It's hard to be the boss.

True, but I blame myself for this one.

I was so worked up about
my stupid wedding,

I didn't treat Yasmeen like a client.

I didn't ask, "What do you want?"

What?

Sorry, one sec.

"What do you want?"
You didn't ask her.

You know... cardinal rule.

Olivia Pope 101.

I would've saved myself a
lot of trouble if I just

asked that one simple question.

What do you want?

But whatever. Live and learn.

I'd be harder on myself
if it wasn't so hard

being myself right now.

Mm, will you take these union rings?

You'd be doing me a favor...

I'm good. Thanks.

Good night, Quinn.

Bye.

Well, I'm off.

I hope I didn't embarrass you.

Fascinating stuff, really.

Stay. Have a drink.

Seriously?

Seriously.

I owe you one.

To you...

for saving American soldiers

from marching into a quagmire,

and for saving me from being
the guy who sent them there.

Don't mention it.

You know, push comes to shove,

I'll always choose data over tact.

I say what I mean, and
I mean what I say.

Not the best attributes
for politics, I guess.

It's a charming foible,

one I've come to admire.

What are you saying, Cyrus?

I would never have said
this a few days ago.

But I think you might
actually be good in politics.

You mean that, Cy?

I do, Fentsie.

Huh.

What do you want?

Excuse me?

It's something I've never asked you.

Something I should've asked
you a long time ago.

- You went behind my back.
- I know.

It won't happen again.

But in order for me to help you,

I need to know what the goal is.

So, what do you want?

You know what I want.

- Remind me.
- You're gonna make me say it?

Is that what you need?

This isn't about me.

I want President Rashad.

I want him alive. I want him.

Okay.

And I want that treaty.

I want America to feel safe again.

I want the world to feel safe again.

I want this war. I want it all.

Then we'll build an
international coalition,

start a real campaign here at
home to sell the importance

of this war to the American people.

- Olivia...
- As for Congress,

we'll find a way to
do it without them.

We are not starting a campaign.

We are not making some
tidy, little sales pitch

to the American people.

That will take months, and we
don't have that kind of time.

President Rashad doesn't
have that kind of time.

He will be dead and buried in
a matter of months, so, no.

I'm sorry, but...

we need to do something now.

What are you saying?

I'm not saying anything.

I'm the president.

I don't need to know
any of the details.

What I need is to guarantee myself

some semblance of deniability.

Consider it handled, Madam President.

Madam President, you asked to see me?

Yes.

I have arranged a flight
for you tomorrow.

But not to Bashran. To Turkey.

Madam President, the plan
was to return to Bashran.

I know, but it's safer to
enter Bashran through Turkey

than from the U.S., especially since

you will be returning as president.

I'm sorry?

How did you...

I can't get into details,
but I can tell you

this coup will not stand.

Are you sure about that?

You have my word.

Well, thank you.

I'm sure arranging this was not easy.

It wasn't.

But it was necessary.

Saying goodbye to you is
gonna be much harder.

Mellie, this isn't goodbye.

I'll come back.

I'm committed to this treaty.

Me too.

And to you.

Me too.

You have your country,

and so do I.

- What does that mean?
- It means that we're sending

your uncle home so that he
can reinstated as president.

And I get to go back to school?

I'm sorry, your uncle thinks

it will be safer for you in Bashran.

That's easy for him to say.

You think I'm in danger now.
Watch what happens

when I tell the folks back home,

"Hey, guess who's coming to Ramadan?"

Look, I get it.

It doesn't seem fair.

You got to live a life
where you had choices,

and now it seems like
they're being taken away.

They are being taken away.

Okay, then.

Yasmeen, you choose.

What do you want?

I want to be myself.

And I want to be with Gillian.

What if I said that the
only real shot you have

at both those things is to go
home with your uncle right now?

I don't see how.

But you love her, don't you?

And she loves you?

Believe in that, then.

Hey, look, your uncle
went on television

and told the world he
wants to change Bashran,

that once he's back in power,
the old ways won't hold.

If you go with him, you can
help change your country.

And you and Gillian...

if you stay here and run off together,

someone will find you.

But this is how things are.

It might not seem like a fair choice,

but it's your choice.

You either risk both your
lives to be together now,

or you go home with your
uncle and trust in love

and have a future.

Are we set?

Rashad's on his way to the base.

He'll arrive in Turkey
tomorrow morning. The rest...

The rest I don't need to know about.

We're back on track, Liv.

It's just us again.

Almost.

There's one thing I
still need you to do.

Hey, how are you? Good to see you.

Hey. How's it going?

♪ Didn't I make you feel ♪

I'm sorry it had to come to this.

Come to what?

♪ Like you were the only man ♪

♪ Didn't I give you everything
that a woman possibly can? ♪

♪ Ohhh ♪

What's going on?

Go home. Go back to Vermont.

Do not hesitate, do not
pack a bag, just go.

Mellie.

Speaking to me is a privilege.

A privilege you have lost.

You've got to be kidding me.

All further communications
to me will be submitted

through Geraldine in the Office
of Scheduling and Advance.

Do not do this.

She will coordinate your
childhood visitation

schedules and pass along any
brief messages you may have.

♪ Break another little bit
of my heart now, honey ♪

♪ Have a ♪

♪ Have another little piece
of my heart now, baby ♪

I'm sorry.

♪ You know you got it if
it makes you feel good ♪

You can go now.

♪ Out on the streets looking good ♪

♪ And you know deep down in
your heart that ain't right ♪

♪ And oh, you never, never
hear me when I cry at night ♪

♪ And oh, I ♪

♪ I tell myself that I
can't stand the pain ♪

♪ But when you hold me in your arms ♪

Well, thanks.

Sorry about the whole
running away thing.

Well, good luck, kid,

It was nice getting to know you.

♪ Take another little piece
of my heart now, baby ♪

♪ Hey, break it ♪

♪ Break another little bit
of my heart now, baby ♪

I don't know what to say.

Thank you, and sorry I
didn't make it easier.

How'd your girlfriend take
it you deciding to go back?

♪ Have a ♪

She's proud of me, I think.

She wants me to be
Bashran's Gloria Steinem.

Your country will be
lucky to have you.

♪ If it makes you feel good ♪

♪ So come on, come on,
come on, come on, and ♪

♪ Take another little piece
of my heart now, baby ♪

♪ Break it ♪

♪ Break another little bit
of my heart now, honey ♪

♪ Have a ♪

♪ Have another little piece
of my heart now, baby ♪

What do you want this time?

I just want to thank you.

- Like I had a choice.
- Oh, come on.

Am I really so scary?

- Scary?
- Hmm.

No, I'm not scared of you.

I just don't like you.

I was attracted to you,
your power, your beauty.

I-I still am, if I'm being honest,

but I made a mistake.

And what was that?

Thinking you had other qualities...

human ones.

♪ Oh, I ♪

My bad. I'll see you around.

♪ But when you hold me in your arms ♪

♪ I'll sing it again ♪

Well, sorry I let her use my phone.

Don't be.

I'm sorry, too.

♪ Take another little piece
of my heart now, baby ♪

Having kids is gonna be
really hard, isn't it?

You said it, Robin.

♪ You can have a ♪

♪ Have another little piece
of my heart now, baby ♪

Yasmeen!