Scandal (2012–2018): Season 7, Episode 8 - Robin - full transcript

The aftermath of Quinn's kidnapping affects all of her loved ones, including Olivia.

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- What?
- I have Quinn Perkins.

I want my bones back.

Perkins' life...
or my freedom.

Try me.

Oh, God!




Yes. I'd like to report a fire.

I-I don't know.

It's that lot out past the warehouse.

Please hurry.

Someone could get hurt.

Season 07 Episode 08
Title: "Robin"

Metro PD got an
anonymous 911 call last night.

They discovered the body
in a stolen car.

The fire was still burning.

CSU was only able to get
a partial dental impression.

But they did find blood
and hair

in the trunk with the remains.

It's Quinn.

Official cause of death
is two gunshot wounds...

one to the chest,
one in the head.

Oh, my God. Her dress.

Give it to me.

What about the baby?
Was it...

Yes, it was.



Tell me what you need.


I'm sorry. I can't...

We were gonna
name the baby Robin...

our baby girl.




I am so sorry for this
immensely tragic loss.

I wanted to express my sympathies

to each and every one of you,

for whatever it's worth.

Madam President,
that is very kind.

Charlie, right?

Uh, ma'am.

Quinn worked on my campaign.

She was always so lovely.

If there is anything
that you need,

anything at all,

please let me know.

I really appreciate that, ma'am.


This was the work of
a monster.

It is unfathomable.

Madam President,
I'll head back with you.

I know
there are many pressing issues...

Nonsense, Olivia.

I know there are arrangements
that need to be made.

You stay here.

Take all the time you need.

Be with your family.

Thank you.


I'm thinking of you,



- Sir?
- Huh?

The FBI reached out
asking when's the best time

to give you
the briefing you requested.

I don't need the briefing.

I'm sure they're pursuing
every possible lead.

Yes, sir.


Any update
on Glackland's arrival time?

Mr. Glackland's jet lands
at 6:50 tonight.

Thank you.

Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.

I had the most spectacular lunch
last month

at the Japanese embassy.

Do you think
you could track down

the name of the chef for me?

- I hate this.
- I know.

You don't have
to pick one of those.

They have more options in here.

What about something like this?

Mm, no.
It's too basic.

- I think it's elegant.
- No, it's nice.

It's just not right.
It's not Quinn.

None of this stuff is.

You know,
I had a mentor in Argentina,

this old spy.

He'd been everywhere
and he'd done everything

and he always said that when...
when he passed,

he wanted to have all of his
ashes loaded into bullets

and fired into his enemies.

Quinn loved that story.

It's certainly badass, but...

- Insane.
- I was gonna say extreme.

Charlie, we can't...
turn Quinn into ammunition.

Why not?
I've buried people...

You know,
a lot of people.

I mean, what's the difference
between what I used to do

and what you guys
want to do with Quinn?

A fancy box and
a few thousand dollars.

No. Quinn deserves
more than this.

She died a warrior.

She would want
to go out like one.

Just, forget it.


are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Then that's what we'll do.

Someone should write
a eulogy.

Will you?

- Hey.
- Hey. I'm... heading home.

Charlie asked me
to write the eulogy, so...

He has an idea for the burial...

Quinn loved that story.



Did Quinn ever mention anything
about a hairpin?


It's in the coroner's report...

some antique hairpin

that managed to stay
partially intact despite...

I don't remember her
ever mentioning it,

and we went over
every detail planning the wedding.

Ring any bells?



You're in for a treat.

I borrowed the chef
from the Japanese embassy.

I'm so happy
you're back.

Fentsie, what...
what... what is it?

What's the matter?

It's over,

We're done.

Fentsie, you're... you're joking,

This is a joke.

I keep trying to tell you,

you have a terrible
sense of humor.

I'm sorry, Cyrus.


It was beautiful,

the way the light was
hitting the glass,

the cracks.

You know
how they're able

to shoot those amazing
little prisms around the room,

when the sun hits them
just right?

They were everywhere.

I had it all timed out...


right when David was about

to announce the two of you
husband and wife.

You would have loved it.

It was a beautiful wedding, Quinn.



When it was me,

when someone hurt me,

you found them.

And you did
what you had to do.


I'm gonna do
the same for you, Quinn.


I promise.

Your bones, as promised.

Hope they were worth it.

Didn't have
to end this way, son.

It didn't,
but you made a choice...

to kill Quinn.

I didn't have a choice. Olivia did.

I told her my demands

and clearly
stated the consequences

of what failing to meet
said demands would be.

Instead of taking me seriously,
she tested me.

She belittled me,
and she enjoyed it.

She gambled with
Quinn Perkins' life

to deprive me of
the only sliver of joy I had left.

So maybe
you should ask Olivia

if these bones were worth it.

Time will tell.

- She lost her friend.
- And I lost my child.

She, too, is dead, so...

there are no winners here.




I just heard.

How are you?

Quinn's dead.

I'm great.


If you hadn't gone running to Mellie,

if you'd left
like I told you to...

- Maybe we should talk about this inside.
- If I'd had a chance to solve things

rather than
be tattled on by a child...

Why are you here?

I'm here
because I'm your friend.

M... My...

You are all kinds of things,

but you are not my...

I don't want you
for my friend.

You come here with your booze

and your condolence calling,

and you think we're, what,

gonna drink up,
talk old times,

be friends?

You're not good enough
to be my friend.

I have amazing friends.

I can see that.




Admiral Ballard,

I was hoping
we could have a word.

I'm awfully busy,
Mr. Vice President,

and these little
hallway run-ins of ours...

- not really my thing.
- Then I'll cut to the chase.

- Oh, I wish you wouldn't.
- Fenton Glackland.

- Doesn't ring a bell.
- Really?

Because he came home
last night

and broke up with me
out of nowhere.

I'm sorry to hear that.

So you do remember him.

Mr. Vice President,
are you asking me

if I had something to do
with your boyfriend dumping you?

I guess I am.

You see, I've been doing
what you asked...

minding my business,
staying in my lane.

But it feels like you haven't
shown me the same courtesy.

Mr. Vice President,
I wish I could help.

As to what might have prompted
this Glackland fellow

to end your relationship,

I assure you,
I had nothing to do with it.

Beyond that, I'd hate to speculate.

After all,

there's no accounting for taste.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

The hell, Huck?

What are you doing here?

- What is this?
- Quinn's hairpin.

They found it on her body.
I traced it to the Smithsonian.

Some dead First Lady used to own it.

I asked Liv if she'd ever seen it.
She said no.


Look who signed it out.

I think Liv did a bad thing.

Because she forgot
about a hairpin?

It's not just the hairpin.


This is Liv's cellphone activity

the night before
Quinn's wedding.

You hacked into her

At 10:03 p.m.,

her cellphone pinged off
the 14th Street cell tower.

Guess what's down the road

from the 14th Street cell tower.

The D.C. War Memorial.

- Huck...
- What if it was Liv

- that Quinn met with that night?
- That's crazy.

Is it?
Think back, Abby.

When Quinn went missing,

- Liv took charge of the search.
- She was concerned.

Or she wanted
to manage us,

keep us away from the truth.

That doesn't even...

Why would Liv do that?

Because she killed Rashad!

She must have!

And when Quinn found out about it,
Liv killed her!

- No.
- She killed her, Abby.

Liv killed Quinn!

stop this right now!

You're losing your mind.

You're grieving.
We all are.

You're grasping for answers,

and you're coming up
with some very wrong,

very dangerous ideas.

You're talking about Liv.

Liv did not kill Quinn,

So, please take these
meaningless documents,

go home, and throw them
in the nearest trash can.

You got it?







Excuse me, sir.

There's a Mr. Huck here to see you.

What can I do for you?

Oh, Olivia...

I knew the White House

would turn her into one of them,

one of you.

One of me?

But she's worse than you now,
a lot worse.

She's done
terrible things.

You ever get déjà vu, Huck?

You mean, do I ever feel like
something has happened before

- even if it hasn't?
- I've already tried with Olivia.

She wants
nothing to do with me.

What do you mean,
you tried with her?

I mean I came back for her.

I tried offering her an alternative

to the person she's become, but...

If you came here
to ask for my help,

I'm sorry.

You think there's something
wrong with her, too.

You see it,
don't you?

I see...

That Liv's not
the same person anymore.

I thought that
I was the only one.

She's not the same person


She's not.



I thought I was going crazy.


I'm not crazy.


Thank you.



Mr. Glackland will be out
in a moment.

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

I didn't know
what else to do

since you weren't returning
my calls.

You want to know why?

Is that asking so much?

While I was in Montana,

I had my people
do a little digging...


Into this Charlie guy,

you know,
the hothead with the oranges.


You know what I found out?

He used to be
a sort of hit-man type,

a thug
for hire.

But, of course,
you knew that

because he used
to work for you.

You knew these people.
You worked with these people...

murderers and liars and thugs.

I closed that book
a long time ago, Fenton.

All of that stuff...
it's in the past now.

I am no longer that person.

- Just stop, Cyrus. Stop.
- No, it's... it's true.

I don't believe you!

There's one thing I've
always been able to rely on,

and that's my instinct.

It's a genuine skill.

And my instinct
is telling me,

you're a bad guy.


You think I'm a...
bad guy?

Look, we don't need to do this.

Well, I...
Tell me something.

How'd you make all these
billions of dollars, Fenton?

You do that honestly?

You just, what, played the game,
fair and square

'cause that's what your instinct
told you to do?

I never launched a project
I didn't truly believe in.

If an idea or a product
wasn't good enough,

I made it better.

I never rigged the game.

You tried buying me
with a painting.

You remember that?

I thought that
painting was beautiful.

I thought...

you were beautiful.

And that's why I gave it to you.

Just admit it, Fenton!

Admit you are no better than me.

The difference between us, Cyrus,

is if I ever thought someone

was trying to buy me
with a painting...

I never would've allowed it.






Hi. My name is Huck,
and I'm an alcoholic.

Hi, Huck.

I've been
sober 46 months.

But my sponsor, my friend...
she's gone now.

She died.

I could really
use a drink right now.


But the drink I want,

I know if I drink it,

I won't be able to live
with myself.

But I need that whiskey.

I need that whiskey bad.



That's her?


I never liked the idea of cremation.

It always seemed so final.

More final than dead?

Dead's pretty final.

At least with burial,
there's still a body, just in case.

In case of what?

I don't know.


On the phone, you said
you needed a ride home,

but your car's in the parking lot.


I was fine on the way here.

But then
they handed her to me

and I realized I was about
to get into the car

with a dead person
and her baby,

and I froze.

You're already
taking your life in your hands

every time you get
behind the wheel as it is.

Plus, I'm not helping my odds
doing this job.

You said yourself
how dangerous it can be.

Abby, I didn't mean to scare you.

I want a fancy casket,
something pretty,

and flowers,
all of the flowers.

I want it to be nice
and traditional and pretty.

I don't want to be...

turned into a weapon or...
I don't know...

sh... shot out of a cannon.

Is that an option?

You'd be surprised.

I just want
a simple headstone...

"Here Lies David Rosen."

"Attorney General of the United States"?

"Chief Justice."

I plan to live a long time.

Now, can we get out of here?

I'm afraid if we keep talking
about all of this,

I'm not gonna want to get
behind the wheel, either.







It's just me.

I thought if I came here
and sat in her chair,

it would help me
write Quinn's eulogy.



I did find this.

Do you remember this?

Quinn must have kept it.


I remember it being prettier, though.

I guess that's what happens.


We were supposed to
protect her.


That's what we do.

It's who we are.


We're gladiators!





They got eaten, you know.

Lions ate them.

And they didn't
get eulogies.


They were just entertainment.

And food.

Dinner and a show.

That's all we are...
dinner and a show.





Damn it.

♪ I never dreamed ♪

♪ You'd leave in summer ♪

♪ I thought you would go ♪

♪ Then come back home ♪

♪ I thought the cold ♪

♪ Would leave by summer ♪

♪ But my quiet nights ♪

♪ Will be spent alone ♪

♪ You said there would be ♪

♪ Warm love in springtime ♪

♪ That is when you started ♪

♪ To be cold ♪

♪ I never dreamed ♪

♪ You'd leave in summer ♪

♪ But now I find myself ♪

♪ All alone ♪

♪ You said then you'd be ♪

♪ The life in autumn ♪

♪ Said you'd be the one ♪

♪ To see the way ♪

♪ No, I never dreamed ♪

♪ You'd leave in summer ♪

♪ But now I find my love ♪

♪ Has gone away ♪

♪ Why didn't you ♪

♪ St-a-a-a-a-ay? ♪

♪ St-a-a-a-a-ay? ♪

♪ St-a-a-a-a-ay? ♪


I tried to write something,

something... hopeful...

something that would help
make sense

of this,

get perspective
on this... loss.

But there is no perspective.

It doesn't make sense.

There's no silver lining,
no hope.

No good comes from this.


Quinn's death...



That's all I can think of to say.
It's just awful.

I'm sorry. I...


Well said.

You know, this is probably illegal.

So long, Robin.

I love you.

- What are you doing here?
- Relax.

I'm not stalking you.

Well, I don't need your help.


You're weird.

I'm not weird.

Weird is good.

It's the best job you'll ever have.

You will change lives,
you will slay dragons,

you will love the hunt
more than you ever dreamed.

And I am not crazy.

I'm a gladiator in a suit.

That's what you are
when you work at O.P.A.

You're a gladiator in a suit.

Do you want to be a gladiator
in a suit?

You want to have a baby?
Let's have a baby.

Over a cliff.

Over a cliff.

We are the white hats.
We are the good guys.

We don't quit. We get justice.

Huck's right.

There is no justice
on this one.

The good guys lose,
and white hats burn.

Aleha ha-shalom.

Olivia's okay.

This was a test?

This was a test.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Now, I have work to do.

Of course, sorry.
I'll go back to my office.

- Quinn?
- Hmm?

This is your office now.

Rest in peace, Quinn.

- Where's Charlie?
- He went home.




♪ Fly ♪

♪ Fly me to the moon ♪

♪ And let me play among the stars ♪

♪ Let me see ♪

So, we're driving.
I forget where.

And she gets hungry
and asks me to stop

at this vegan place on 18th.

Ugh, I hate that place.

She was basically
keeping them in business.

And that's exactly
what she told them

when they wouldn't give her
an extra kale walnut pesto sauce.

They charge
$1.29 for extra sauce.

That is ridiculous.

She goes, "Do you know

how many times a week I eat here,

how fast I could shut
this place down?"

- Did they give her the sauce?
- Yep.

♪ I love ya ♪

For $1.29.

Oh, Liv better hurry up.

We're gonna run out of liquor
before she gets here.

Did you call Liv?

- ♪ I wanna sing to you, darling ♪
- Of course I did.

I'm happy to step out
and pick up another bottle,

maybe pick up some take-out?

I hear there's a vegan place

- with very reasonably priced sauce.
- Mm.

♪ You are all that I long for ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ All that I long for ♪

♪ Worship and adore ♪

♪ Can't you see that I love you? ♪

Huck, come on, you need to eat.

When did you call Liv?

Come on, Huck.

I thought you let this go,
this insane theory.

I did. I let it go.

I'm just asking.

When did you call her?

I don't know. An hour ago?

- ♪ Fly, fly, fly ♪
- Then where is she?

♪ And let me play among the stars ♪

You want to talk?

You want to sit?


What do you need?

Just a night.

Everything okay?

I don't know where to go.

Um, well...

I-I couldn't go back to our apartment.


Everybody was sending us stuff
for the baby.

Somebody sent us this playpen.

The thing was huge.

It took Quinn three hours
to put the thing together.

Wouldn't let me help.

Directions in friggin' Swedish.

And now
I don't know what to do with it.

I don't want to see it.

I don't want to see any of that stuff.

Okay. Give me your keys.

Here. You need to pull.

- Ohh!
- Ah!

And we broke it.

Can it be fixed?

It's not part of the playpen.

I think it was hidden
inside of it.

What do you mean, "hidden"?
What is it?


I want back in.

I don't understand.

I'm coming in from the cold, boss.

- Son...
- I was a good soldier.

I did my job.
I didn't ask questions.

I didn't catch feelings.

I liked being that guy.
He... he's fun.

And what I am now?

What Quinn turned me into
with her love...

this sad sack

who can't stop thinking about
his dead wife and kid.

He sucks. He is the worst.

So, come on.

Put him out of his misery.
Make me that guy again.

Give me an order.
Tell me to... Tell me to kill somebody.

I'm ready. I'll do it.

This is me
reporting for duty, sir.

You should go home.

Get some rest.

Take some time to think about

what you're really asking for.



Let me in, old man.


- Son...
- Whose baby is that?

You should leave.

Whose baby is that?!

Whose baby is that?!