(The Chamber Brothers' "Time has come today" playing)
(Crunches)
♪
(Woman) Livvie?!
Olivia...
Hey... I'm leaving.
I'll call you and daddy from Heathrow
when I land, okay?
It's only for a couple of days,
just until my boss gets settled.
(Shoe thuds) And...
I left casseroles in the freezer.
♪ Time ♪ but I had my fun
- I love you, Olivia. - I know.
♪ Time ♪ I've been loved and put aside ♪
♪ time (Kisses)
(Whispers) Good-bye, baby.
♪ Time
♪ and my soul has been psychedelicized ♪
♪ time
(Jake) You know her better than I do.
- Is she okay? - Probably not.
Okay, this has gone on too long.
- We need to talk to her. - Nobody goes in there right now.
- At least tell us what's going on. - No.
- Huck... - No!
- What he said. - Okay, well when you two guard dogs get a chance,
please tell Liv that the Marcus campaign
and the first lady's office
have been calling all morning nonstop.
And she needs to decide right quick
which job we're taking or we're gonna lost them both!
We just climbed out of a money hole.
It was dark and unpleasant down there
and we don't want to go back.
(Telephone rings) You better get that.
(Ring) (Under breath) Stupid super spies.
Olivia...
(Ring)
Where are you going?
This theory that Fitz's military record
was somehow trumped up to hide the fact
he shot down a passenger plane...
A plane my mother happened to be on?
- You know how crazy that sounds? - Where are you going?
There's probably only two people in the world
who can tell me if this really happened.
One of those people is my father,
and I can't ask him because he'd probably kill both of you,
or maybe even all three of us
to teach me some kind of sick lesson.
And the other's the President.
So that's where I'm going... to the White House
to ask him myself.
(Rail clacks)
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You like football, Leo?
Not enough blood for me. Maybe if they lost the helmets...
(Chuckles) (Chuckles)
It's hard to say. I'm more of a boxing fan.
Fair enough.
I look forward to watching you and Sally
take home the title. Now I'll leave you to it.
- All right. - Bye, love.
(Clears throat)
Daniel Douglas... so fun to say.
(Whispers) Daniel Douglas.
- (Chuckles) Leo. - If I'm Joe voter,
is he the charming frat boy
- or the emasculated potential date-raper? - Excuse me?
And if I'm me,
is he an asset or an obstacle to the whole endeavor?
He's both.
He can work a crowd with the best of them,
but sometimes he's been known to trip over his own two feet
along the way.
In any case, I thought we might discuss...
Yes, okay, step one... we build support.
We shave off the religious right,
- but we do it quietly before you resign. - How?
We fire a blank.
I'm not sure I... we hand out some cable news airtime
to disgruntled pastors who say,
in so many bitter biblical heartfelt words,
how fed up they are with Grant's penis problem.
Cyrus Beene will send me out to deal...
- to reassure the religious leaders. - That's right. You got it.
And I make my rounds to the mega-churches,
and instead of appeasing these disgruntled voices,
I quietly make my case for a Langston ticket.
Your own multi-state campaign swing
endorsed by the President himself.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
(Papers rustling)
(Door closes)
Olivia's on her way.
You don't haul yourself all the way across town
and slog through White House security
to turn down a job.
- This is... - "Weird" isn't the right word.
"Strange." No... "Greek."
Mythic and disturbing. This is winged horses.
Wait, is it the horses who had the wings that melted?
Or I don't know. I can't remember. (Sighs)
My point is...
this is a Greek tragedy in the making.
(Sighs) Winged mistresses flying too close to the sun.
- She wins elections. - She wins elections.
She wins elections.
(Sighs)
You're welcome.
Mr. President? Ma'am?
Send her in.
Olivia... welcome back.
Welcome home.
Can I have a moment alone with the President, please?
Of course.
I am sure you two have things to discuss.
We'll talk later, Liv. Get the ball rolling.
This is gonna be good.
Icarus... with the wings. It was Icarus who...
Never mind.
I'm surprised you're here.
Happy, but surprised...
And grateful.
I know.
I know you and I are not...
(Sighs)
I want us to start over...
start fresh...
Did you fly air support for operation remington?
What?
Were you there, flying air support
like you always said you did?
Liv... or were you flying another mission someplace else?
This isn't you talking.
This is your boyfriend Jake talking.
- Just answer the question. - I don't know what you're talking about.
I need an answer... I don't know what you're talking about.
I'm not asking about the details.
I'm not asking you to compromise national security.
I'm asking, is it a lie?
Are you lying about your military record?
Are you lying to me?
Like you did with Defiance?
You want to talk to me about life...
About your boyfriend...
About how much I've missed you...
About the upcoming election, about the weather, great!
I will tell you anything you want to know.
When it comes to you, I'm an open book.
But if you want to talk about operation Remington,
you're not talking to me.
You're talking to the commander in chief
of the armed forces.
You're talking to the leader of the free world.
So my only response to you
is that Remington is a highly classified
military operation, which means it does not exist.
So like I said,
I don't know what you're talking about.
I can't work for you.
I did everything but roll your whore up in a rug
and unfurl her at your feet!
I begged her. I bled for this!
It's done, Mellie. (Panting)
We find someone else.
(Exhales sharply) You want to win?
There is no one else.
(Sighs)
Liv knows.
About what?
About Remington.
She knows, Cy.
She knows everything.
(Gunshots)
(Whirring)
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
(Sighs)
Oh, morning.
- Got your coffee. - You're late. Where have you been?
Getting your coffee. Then there was traffic.
- There's an app for that. - Oh, is there an app
to help you get along with your coworker?
- There should be. - (Harrison) Tell the congresswoman
when we know something, we'll call her.
- No, I don't know when that'll be. - Where the hell is Olivia?
- No idea. - Liar.
I'm here. What's the word?
- Whose campaign are we running? - Josie Marcus'.
Seriously? I thought you'd be thrilled.
(Purse thuds) I am. I mean, politically, ideologically,
big "d" democratically... Believe me, I'm over the moon.
But honestly, I'm also surprised.
- We thought for sure you'd go with the White House. - Sitting President.
You know the lay of the land over there.
Also, there's the whole, you know, relationship thing.
This is a chance to make history...
To change the world.
Josie Marcus has the raw talent.
With our help, she could be the first female President
of the United States. With our help, she could win.
White hat, people.
Call Josie's campaign headquarters.
Tell them we'll be there in an hour.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
Now this little number right here
took first place at the Montana state fair.
Yeah, come on, guys, we can hit the gym together later. (Silverware clinking)
(Laughter) Mmm!
(Cheers and applause) Mmm.
I told ya. I only have two vices...
Shoes and butter.
(Static) Say you're elected the first female President
of the United States.
You made it to the White House.
(Telephone ringing) What's the very first thing you do?
Change the sheets.
(Laughter) Okay, that's enough.
(Turns off video) All right, hold on a second.
Now, you put those clips together like that...
Back-to-back...
Like I'm some kind of cartoon character.
All we did was find what's already out there.
Which is exactly what the other side will do.
They'll use this against you.
You can't be out there baking pies
when Reston's touring the middle east.
- We're not just baking pies. - (Josie) All right, Candi, let 'em talk.
We didn't hire them so they could pinch our cheeks
and give us blue ribbons.
We need to re-introduce you to the American public
along with your small-town values,
play up your military service.
We need more Eisenhower, less aunt Bea.
- And to do that, we need to raise some serious cash. - PAC money.
We've already got over $6 million and counting...
$6 million might pay for the gas,
but it sure as hell won't buy you the plane.
You want to walk to Iowa?
You've done a great job mobilizing the grass roots,
but you're getting pummeled by Reston's ads on the airwaves.
And your post-debate spike in the polls...
It's nearly gone.
It's time to respond with ads of your own...
Big media buys.
- Reston's already locked up the big donors. - Then we unlock them.
(Sighs) Those people out there
working their tails off,
along with the millions of people
who have pledged their support one crumpled dollar at a time...
They believe in me
because I'm not accountable to big money.
You want to be mayor of red Springs or Ralph nader,
turn your back on PAC money and large donations.
You want to win Iowa or New Hampshire
and become the party's nominee?
All right, line up the fat cats.
Let's just get this over with.
(Rick James' "Give it to me baby" playing)
Congresswoman, this is Don Watson.
Don represents the sugar industry.
- High-fructose corn syrup, actually. - Even better.
I mean, try making a lollipop out of a sugar packet.
(Chuckles) (Chuckles)
♪ Give it to me, baby ♪ give it to me, baby
I may be from a landlocked state,
but I've always been very pro-ocean farming.
I mean, heck, strap me in a wet suit
and put me on a tractor and I'm good to go.
Well, I'm not sure increasing ethanol production
will end warfare entirely, but I do entirely support it.
Love sugar.
Still sprinkle it on my cornflakes.
Every morning.
The drones have served us so well on the battlefield,
why not allow police to use them for surveillance?
Wow, that's music to my ears.
- Pleasure meeting you. - Pleasure's all mine.
Thank you for coming in.
- Look forward to your support. - You'll be hearing from us.
♪
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
I need more.
- More what? - More information,
more proof, more everything.
If I'm gonna pursue this, I need...
This is...
It's your mother, I know.
You need more, I'll get more.
- Jake... - Yeah.
Be careful.
We're only digging up dirt
on the most powerful man in the world.
How dangerous could that possibly be?
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
Franklin Pierce...
Alcoholic, marginal war hero...
A nobody from a state of nobodies.
Next thing you know, the right people
get their mitts on him, land on a catchy slogan...
"We polked you in '44. We shall Pierce you in '52."
Meet the 14th President of our great Republic.
Always the Professor.
That was not meant to be a lesson. It was a warning.
Olivia Pope knows about Remington,
and now she's working for Josephine Marcus.
If she thought she needed it, she'd use it against us.
She'd let Marcus use it against us.
She thinks she knows.
She thinks she knows because of Ballard,
and he's yet to come across anything concrete.
And he won't. Time's up.
Are you saying...
You shut down Marcus, I'll take care of Ballard.
- Kate. - Hi, Jake.
You changed your hair.
It's... longer.
- You like it? - I like it.
Do you still have access
to the sub-basement archives at Langley?
Why is meeting for coffee never just meeting for coffee?
I mean, I was hoping for something more, but...
Yes, I still have my clearance level.
What do you need?
The cockpit recording for this flight.
(Projector and camera shutter clicks)
It's important. It always is.
You know I live just a few blocks from here
if you ever want something more than coffee.
I would love to, but I can't.
You found somebody.
Good for you. (Chuckles) Civilian?
No way... civilian.
(Mug thuds) Um...
Oh...
I'll call you if I find anything.
You said they loved me, so I bowled them over.
- And you did. - It's just...
They don't think you can win.
It's the chicken and the egg.
Donors don't want to spend until they think you'll win,
and you can't tip the polls without the money required
for a big media push.
It's your image.
They're falling in line behind Reston
because they know he's experienced
and tough enough to go after Grant in the general.
He did it once. He'll do it again.
I'm not going negative, Liv. That's not who I am.
Let's get an interview on the books...
An in-depth profile in prime time, lots of eyeballs,
with someone big, someone experienced,
a Diane Sawyer,
a James Novak.
We'll use it to convince the donors
you've got the heft and the backbone
to sit in the oval.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
Harrison Wright. What do you want?
Well, since we worked so well together
on jeanine Locke, I thought maybe you'd like
another chance to serve your country.
The White House would prefer Pope and associates
not to work on the Josie Marcus campaign.
Conflict of interest. You understand.
Who we work for is Liv's business.
I can't get her to do something she doesn't want to do.
No one can. Well, I'd like you to try.
I mean, you used to sell cars.
Right? I bet you're pretty convincing.
But if not, I understand.
And it's not the only reason I'm calling.
I had a state department briefing the other day.
It seems adnan salif has a visa application in.
It'll be denied, of course, given salif's history
and criminal tendencies.
But I did want to give you the heads-up,
just in case salif knows someone
with enough juice to pull some strings.
Anywho... food for thought.
You had a question for me, sir?
Not a question. An assessment.
You seem calm, Cy.
Do I? Yes, you do.
Olivia feels free to question my military record
and all but accuse me of lying about it,
and you don't seem the least bit worried.
Haven't brought it up once.
It's... being taken care of.
How?
Captain Ballard has been in service a long time.
He knows the rules.
He knows what happens when you disobey them.
There are times to obey orders...
And times to refuse them.
These aren't our orders, Mr. President.
It's an internal matter outside our domain.
And unless you want B613 crossing into our territory...
Messing with your national security team,
or your campaign...
I strongly suggest you wash your hands of this.
That'll be all, Cyrus.
(Sighs)
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
(Man) These are surreal images we're seeing...
Almost hard to believe.
(Glass clatters) (Exhales)
Rescue vessels have been
circling the wreckage for hours now.
329 passengers boarded this flight
which originated in Dulles, connecting in Reykjavik.
Unfortunately, at this hour,
there are no survivors to report.
(Sobbing)
(Door opens and closes) (Sniffling)
Hey, Olivia. Uh... (Continues sniffling)
(Sniffles)
(Man on tv speaking indistinctly)
There's something I... (Clears throat)
There's something I need to tell you.
(Thuds)
(Glass clinks)
(Clicking)
(Line rings)
(Ring)
(Rowan) Olivia?
Olivia, are you there?
(Voice breaking) What was the last thing you said to her?
- Have you been drinking? - Yes.
What was the last thing you said to her?
I said...
"I love you."
She was leaving, and I kissed her on the cheek.
And I said, "I love you."
(Exhales sharply)
And did you?
What?
Love her?
Olivia, why are you calling?
I have so many questions I want to ask you,
but I'm afraid you'll kill my friends if I do.
So, you know...
Let's just talk about the weather
or, uh...
How I can't form attachments to people
because my mother is dead,
and my father is that thing that goes bump in the night.
Or...
You pick a topic.
One question.
(Sighs) What?
You can ask me one question.
And you won't kill Jake,
or Huck...
- I won't. - Or anyone I love?
I will answer one question.
(Sighs)
Did you give the order to have my mother killed?
No.
Did Fitz shoot down the plane that killed my...
One... question.
(Slaps table) What did you do?!
What happened?!
Olivia...
One thing I've learned in life, Olivia,
is that the past is the past.
It's best if you leave it...
there.
(Line disconnects)
You all set for your interview with Josephine Marcus?
- That's tomorrow, right? - That's right.
Hey, have you seen my checkered Thom Browne tie?
(Sighs)
Oh, thank God. If you're gonna borrow it...
I know... put it back where I found it.
So...
- You know what you're gonna ask her? - Who?
- Marcus. - Oh, for the love of...
James, you gotta be prepared.
We're not discussing this.
Just tell me you'll ask about that bastard baby...
(Scoffs) Cyrus!
- What? - It's a fair question.
A lot of people care about adoption.
We care about adoption.
We are not discussing this.
James, I'm trying to help you here.
You're trying to get inside of my head,
and it's not gonna work, not this time.
Fine. That's fine.
Sit with the woman, toss a few softballs her way,
become the new poster child for liberal media bias.
You must think I'm a moron.
No, seriously,
what do you think I'm gonna ask her?
(Whiny voice) Wouldn't know because we're not discussing it.
Maybe I'll start with her favorite color.
Oh, or what she listens to when she works out.
Whether she likes her eggs scrambled
or overeasy... whether she never remarried because she's a lesbian.
(Scoffs) I'm just saying...
The woman's almost 50 and still single.
We both know what that means.
Adoption and sexual orientation...
those are your talking points...
- for me? - Well...
You're a shameless monster...
Who loves you dearly!
(Turns tv sound on) (Man) President Grant needs to ask himself,
what kind of message is he sending
to the good, churchgoing folks of this country?
'Cause we thought we elected a Christian, Frank.
And all the President's done is managed to make
a mockery of his marriage vows
and turn his faith, his God,
which is why I'm organizing this rally.
(Cyrus) I assume you've seen the news this morning.
Your people are restless.
Frankly, I don't know why
they're going after Fitz right now
when there's that former teenage whore
gaining traction with the democrats.
She's a flash in the pan. They know that.
What can I do to help, Cyrus?
Are you free for dinner tonight?
Not with me. I wouldn't punish you that way.
But with the President and the first lady.
He wants to talk re-election strategy.
I'll let him explain.
I'll cancel my supper plans.
You know I'm nothing if not a team player.
I do appreciate it.
Hook, line, and sinker.
Tell me we don't make a great team.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
Where have you been?
- We could really use your help on Josie Marcus. - I can't.
Not today. I'm working on something secret...
- For Liv. - Fine.
Do what you have to do. But we need you.
So hurry up and get back in the game.
(Door closes)
(Sighs)
Governor Reston was recently quoted as saying
that electing you to President right now
would be tantamount to "letting a teenager
"with a driver's permit drive a tank
through a minefield in Iraq."
What do you have to say in response?
As someone who served in the Gulf war,
I have the military and diplomatic experience
to deal with any international situation
that might arise during my presidency.
Also, I grew up driving a tractor,
so I figure a tank can't be that much harder.
Funny. But don't be funny when talking foreign policy.
Also, this is when you hit back against
Reston's lack of military experience.
I've tried that strategy in past debates.
And that whole pivot and attack model...
It just... it rings false.
It's not who I am, so next question.
Congresswoman, there was recently an article
in a well-known men's magazine dedicated entirely to your legs.
Oh, no! Tell James novak
any questions about my legs or my workout regimen
are off-limits.
This is a question you're going to get
again and again during the campaign.
Now be funny.
I'll just say, "no comment." Next question.
I get it. You don't want to sling mud or pander
to the sexism that will inevitably pop up
during this campaign.
But ignoring the attacks on you...
being likable all the time...
Does not get you elected President.
You need to show your claws at some point.
Show you have claws.
You're too... nice.
Nice got me this far...
Nice got you a congressional seat in Montana.
Nice doesn't get you President
unless you want to be President of Candy land.
Listen, I know who I am,
and I know what works with voters.
You don't have any voters yet...
Hey! I'm the one running for President here, okay,
not you.
So stop trying to make me into someone I'm not!
I'm sorry.
I'm gonna take a break.
So she's got a temper.
(Typing)
Huck.
What?
You and me... we're on the same team, right?
I mean, I know I get on you about the super-spy stuff,
but we're on the same... team?
Yeah.
And I don't ask you for favors...
Hacking me out of speeding tickets...
- Anything like that. - No.
Well, now I need one...
A favor.
Adnan Salif is trying to get back into the country,
and that cannot happen.
Can you make it impossible for that to happen?
Is that something you can do?
I can erase Salif's visa application from the system.
And that'll make it impossible to issue
an inadmissibility waiver.
Good.
'Cause if Adnan Salif sets foot on U.S. soil...
I'm a dead man.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
It's demoralizing...
Coming at those two hat in hand,
begging for help. We need the base.
Sally and Daniel Douglas are the base,
no matter how much it pains you to spend time with them.
Don't play the saint in all this.
You hate those holy hillbillies as much as I do.
And the idea that we have to sit across from them
pretending to be happy and normal
as they coo at each other
like a pair of fundamentalist lovebirds.
They've got problems of their own.
What kind of problems?
He's got a wandering eye, evidently.
(Chuckles) So Ms. Bible Bully and I
do have something in common after all. How lovely.
Sally, I just wanted to break some bread
and thank you for all your hard work these last four years.
Mr. President, it's an honor and a pleasure.
I know you've sometimes felt shut out.
Sometimes?
I want to apologize for that,
and assure you that things will be much more inclusive
in a second Grant/Langston term.
I know you've got some great ideas,
and I want to make sure they're heard.
There's a spinach salad from the White House garden,
and we had the chef find a recipe
for South Georgia biscuits,
just to give you two a taste of home. Oh...
That is awfully kind of you. (Chuckles)
Tell me, by inclusive, do you mean
amenable to reverend Coles?
I would never ask you to...
Oh, don't be silly. I'm a team player.
And I'm sure if I were to explain to the reverend
what good and God-fearing people
you and the first lady really are...
After all, it's in the man's faith to forgive.
Well, thank you, Sally. I'd appreciate that.
(Mellie giggles) I've only told you about a hundred times,
Mel, those tar heels of yours are never gonna make it
to the sugar bowl until their boosters step up...
Oh, stop. (Chuckles)
Shall we eat?
That sounds lovely.
Does anybody mind if I say a few words first?
Daniel Douglas, I don't think I've heard grace
come out of your mouth in years.
Sally does the honors at our home.
Would it be all right, Mr. President?
Please. Go ahead.
Let us pray.
Heavenly father, we ask that you bless this food
to our use and us to thy service.
And keep us ever mindful of the needs of others.
Amen.
- (Fitz) Amen. - Amen.
(Gun thuds)
(Whirring, gunshots)
(Punches wall)
Hey, Robin, where's Batman?
He's not here.
Oh, bummer.
You know what your problem is?
Your shoulders... they're all high and tense.
You're probably scared of the kickback...
(Gunshots continue) You know, the backward momentum...
Yeah, I know what kickback means.
What are you doing here?
Relax.
I'm not stalking you.
(Chuckles) Well... I don't need your help.
Oh, I think you do.
I've seen your targets.
Deep breath...
In, then out...
Real slow.
Then bang.
(Gunshots continue)
(Picks up gun)
(Clatters and clicks)
(Inhales deeply)
(Exhaling deeply)
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
Now is not a good time.
It's about B613.
Look, I know you don't give a damn
about my questions.
But I need your professional opinion here, huck.
In B613, is anyone able to get out
and actually be normal?
Jake seems sort of normal, but I don't really know him.
Or are you just completely messed up
for the rest of your life?
No offense.
Now's not a good time.
Welcome, pastor. Thank you for coming.
Nice woodshed... fancy.
- Pardon? - Let's not kid around.
That's what I am, right? The President's woodshed
about to get the paddle
for speaking out against his sins?
Well, on the contrary. I rather enjoyed your op-ed
about the destructive effect of the President's behavior
on our nation's moral authority around the globe.
You did? I found it a little over-the-top.
But I'm a man with little to no principles,
and you're a man with many ironclad ones.
And I don't intend to bend them,
not even for my dear friend Sally here.
Nor would I ever ask you to.
So if this isn't the woodshed...
We called you here to end your suffering.
To offer you the opportunity to support a President
- who shares your strong principles and faith. - Oh?
Mm. And who might that be?
Your dear friend Sally here.
(Chuckles)
Remember to smile. If he asks about the economy...
Tell... tell the story about the bison
who got drunk eating fermented apples.
- I got it. - Five minutes, congresswoman.
Thank you.
(Phones ringing)
What's going on over here? (Clears throat)
Nothing. How are you feeling?
Like my campaign manager is hiding something from me.
Congresswoman...
Your head's in the game. I don't want to take it out.
Whatever it is, I can handle it.
A woman in the Reston camp leaked it to us.
(Man) On the other side of this door
sit the leaders of Syria, China, and Iran.
(Footsteps approaching) On the other side of this door
is America's future,
success and failure,
life and death.
Does America really want an inexperienced hand
opening this door? (Footsteps retreating)
(Key clicks) Listen... I know it's insulting.
I know it's sexist and way below the belt.
And we'll deal with this later, but right now
you have to focus on this interview.
So... take a minute...
- whatever you need... - I'm fine.
- Josie. - I'm fine.
(Woman) Josephine Marcus...
War widow, first-term congresswoman,
presidential hopeful.
Tonight, on "top of the hour,"
congresswoman Marcus sits down with James novak
for her first prime time interview
since becoming the breakout star
of this year's Democratic primaries.
Is this a real-life cinderella story...
Or a political lightweight
squeaking by on her down-home charm?
You decide, on "Top of the Hour."
Three... two...
Congresswoman Marcus, thanks for joining us.
Or I should say, thank you for inviting me
- into your lovely home. - My pleasure.
Let's get right to it.
The Reston campaign says that you lack the experience
to be President of the United States.
What... what's your response to that?
- Congresswoman Marcus? - Mm-hmm.
Um, there's something my grandmother used to do
whenever I'd start dating someone.
I would tell her his name, and then she would say,
"oh, what part of town does he live in?"
That was her way of asking if my boyfriend was white.
Oh, yeah, my grandmother was an out-and-out racist.
So I know what prejudice looks like.
It's not about experience, James. It's about gender.
Reston's saying I don't have the balls to be President,
and he means that literally. It's offensive.
It's offensive to me and to all the women
whose votes he's asking for.
Uh, I'm sorry, are you... are you saying
that governor Reston is sexist?
- Yes. Yes, I am. - What the hell is she doing?
And it's not just governor Reston
speaking in code about gender, it's everyone...
Yourself included. Excuse me?
The only reason we're doing this interview in my house
is because you requested it.
This was your idea, and yet here you are,
thanking me for inviting you into my lovely home.
That's what you say to the neighbor lady
who baked you chocolate chip cookies.
This pitcher of iced tea isn't even mine.
It's what your producers set here.
Why? Same reason you called me
"a real life Cinderella story."
It reminds people that I am a woman
without using the word.
For you it's an angle, I get that.
And I'm sure you think it's innocuous.
- But guess what? It's not. You're pr... - Congresswoman Marcus...
Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking.
- I have to stop this. - Don't you dare.
You're promoting stereotypes, James.
You're advancing this idea
that women are weaker than men.
You're playing right into the hands of Reston
and into the hands of every other imbecile
who thinks a woman isn't fit to be commander in chief.
Yes, governor, I'm talking about you.
Seven years I served in the United States army,
which is seven more years than governor Reston ever served...
A fact you conveniently omitted from my intro.
How about soldier? Lieutenant?
Yeah, I... That was an oversight.
- I-I am sorry. - Unbelievable!
(Cell phone rings) Let's...
(Turns tv off, slams remote down)
So what did she offer you?
Let me guess... gay marriage back off the table.
No abortions for anyone ever.
Yes, and yes, on a silver platter,
in exchange for our endorsement.
You were right.
She's planning to run against you.
Well, reverend, I like being married,
and I believe in a woman's right to choose.
But how about you get to keep all that righteous indignation
that fills your collection plate every Sunday,
and President Grant and I
go pray on some new tax breaks?
The lord speaks through you, brother Beene.
(Chuckles) Yeah. I get that a lot.
(Cell phone button clicks)
The balls on that woman...
after all we've done for her.
- What kills me is she's right. - We can't win without her.
Sally has a weakness.
Eh, what is it? Garlic? Silver bullets?
Her husband...
More to the point... Her jealousy.
Sally's not practical like me.
Daniel Douglas Langston has a wandering eye.
The man's a little hands-y.
We should use that.
(Exhaling sharply)
(Cell phone rings)
(Ring)
- You got it? - When have I ever let you down?
- I owe you one. - Better make it two.
Someone deleted the catalog entry.
I had to go box by box.
(Silenced bullet whizzes, body thuds)
Check her bag.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
You're welcome.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
That's right, Don.
Now when I'm in the oval office, I promise you
there's gonna be a big ol' bowl of lollipops on the desk.
Uh-huh. Thanks again.
Full commitment.
(Cheering)
Strauss and Vasington are in, too.
We'll have enough for the first wave of ad buys in Iowa.
Good work, everyone.
Thank you. (Cheering)
(Chuckles)
I know you're not a hugger, but screw it.
Oh! (Chuckles and moans)
My husband always said my big mouth
was gonna get me in trouble someday.
- Or make you President. - Mm.
Mm.
- Congratulations. - You, too.
So you all... you're really full-service, aren't you?
You raise money, organize the ground game,
bury secrets, and still have time
to go out and make fake political ads.
You're wearing the same nail Polish as the shaky hand.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
She needed to get angry. We needed to get her there.
Is there a line you won't cross?
We'll let you know when we find it.
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
Mr. Wright. Ah, that's funny.
(Chuckles) Here, come in. Come in.
Sit.
(Clears throat)
Mr. Beene... Cyrus.
Cyrus...
Do you understand how long it's been
since Liv's been inspired by someone...
not just fighting the good fight,
not just being the best at what we do...
But inspired?
Liv wants to work for Josie Marcus.
I will work for Liv, not for you.
You understand I don't make empty threats?
I understand that if you want to issue
an inadmissibility waiver, you're gonna have to go
tell the state on record that I, Cyrus Beene,
want to bring this criminal back into the country.
I don't think you wanna do that.
Good luck with your candidate.
Good luck with yours.
(Door closes)
(Clears throat)
(Cell phone clicks)
Corey, Cyrus Beene.
I need you to issue a visa...
not an inadmissibility waiver, a whole new visa...
for Adnan Salif.
Hey. (Clatters)
What up, Robin?
I don't know. I'm...
I'm... still struggling with the recoil.
So... (Gunshot)
So... let me give you a few pointers.
Don't be shy. Step right up.
(Gunshots continue)
Here we go.
(Gun clatters, thuds)
(Cocks gun)
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
(Gunshots in distance) Seed is planted.
I'm watering and showing it love
and waiting for it to bloom.
Anything else?
(Projector and camera shutter clicking)
Just make sure it does.
Bloom... it's important.
You got it, sir. (Gunshot)
Thank you, Mike.
Mr. President.
(Door closes)
When did you put a security detail on me?
When I found out that B613 wanted you dead.
Thank you.
I appreciate the cover.
I can't say I wasn't surprised,
though I wasn't sure where we stood.
Really? After all the missions we served together?
This isn't about all the missions.
This is about one.
Where were you?
What mission were you on when I was on Remington?
- Let it go, Jake. - I'd love to, but I can't.
What is your problem?!
Since when do you have a death wish?
I am telling you...
I am ordering you... walk away!
Whatever it was,
whatever you did on that mission...
It's Command's Achilles' heel.
Finding it out is the only way I can ever be free from B613.
It might be the only chance I ever have
of sleeping with both eyes closed again.
Or is it the only chance you may ever have
of sleeping with her?
I can't help you anymore.
You're on your own now.
(Knock on door)
(Clacks) (Sighs)
Are you here to answer my question...
about what you were doing during operation Remington?
We could...
try to be us again.
try to...
I don't know. (Chuckles)
We could try.
You shouldn't have come here.
There is nothing you could do
that I wouldn't forgive... not a thing.
We both know that. We learned the hard way.
Why won't you extend me the same courtesy?
(Whispers) Don't do this.
Stop looking. Stop digging.
Leave it alone. It's in the past.
Just leave it alone.
Not until you answer the question.
Why is this so important to you?
There was a global world airlines plane
that went down.
- 329 people were killed. - Olivia...
They said it was a mechanical failure...
something they could never quite figure out...
how a plane could just fall out of the sky.
That doesn't happen. That never happens.
So they recalled the engine,
but it turns out they didn't need to
because it wasn't the plane at all.
Because what nobody knew...
it didn't crash.
It was shot down, right out of the sky.
Someone killed them... all 329 of them.
They fell into the ocean.
(Voice breaking) And they died.
So I want you to answer the question.
Where were you during operation Remington?
Like I said, I don't know what you're talking about.
One of the bodies...
(Gulps) in the ocean
was my mother.
Do you still not know what I'm talking about?
Fitz...
I don't know what you're talking about.
I was 12...
When she died.
I was 12.
(Projector and camera shutter clicks)
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