- She didn't send you. - She sent me.
- She sent you? - She sent me.
She's not dying in a hospital
or being held hostage or in the North Korea prison
because those are the only acceptable...
She sent me. I'm her proxy.
- Her what? - Her proxy.
There is no proxy. You understand?
I'm your Olivia - until she says otherwise.
She's not over the first-family interview. Small of her.
She's licking her wounds.
I have no information on that.
All I know is I'm handling the White House.
- I'm your... - Olivia proxy.
Right. I'm calling her. She said you'd say that.
- Did she? - She said to tell you she wouldn't take your call.
The only call she is taking is mine,
and I am not to call her unless
and this is a direct quote, so let me be exact...
"Do not call me unless the white house is on fire,
"in flames, burning to the ground." End of quote.
I can do this, Mr. Beene. Don't worry.
I'm very good. I'll handle it.
- Gabby... - Abby.
Gabby.
I almost feel sorry for what's about to happen to you.
Abby: Well, hello, everyone.
I thought we could start with polling numbers.
How does that sound?
There was a sizeable bump from the Grant-family interview.
We made a lot of headway with women
in many key voting demos
and won no less than three media cycles.
Well done.
Okay.
The bad news is that Sally's still got a stronghold
on women who want to break the glass ceiling.
Reston, well, he visits his murdering wife in prison
every Sunday without fail.
Chicks dig that. I mean, women seem to love that,
so we've got some work to do to put us over the top with women,
which is why this upcoming event
with the wounded female soldiers...
The warrior women of America... is so important.
- I've put together some information... -Where's Olivia?
Olivia's... I'm her proxy today.
So, back to these polls.
We're on the precipice of something great here, people.
If we gain just three points with women nationally,
we're looking at a potential lock with Ohio, Michigan,
maybe even... F-f-Florida.
Nice coat. [ Door closes ]
sync and corrections by bellows www.addic7ed.com
if I'm going to work with you,
I need you to promise me something...
That you won't harm the president.
Ha.
It's not a joke, dad.
You looked me in the eye
and said he wouldn't see his second term.
Have you seen the poll numbers lately?
He's accomplishing that all by himself.
Promise me you won't hurt him.
Dad.
Promise me.
I promise you, I won't touch a hair on his head.
Good.
Mm-hmm.
So, B613. Mm.
How is it funded, and where do they keep their money?
To protect my agency from the naysayers and bean counters,
it had to operate off the books.
To that end, in the late '80s,
we staged a cyber-attack on the O.M.B.
Its purpose was to siphon small amounts of money
from all other government entities.
We scanned the entire federal budget
and rerouted tiny amounts of funding to a black-box account.
Every agency, every taxpayer,
unknowingly had a hand in replenishing this fund,
which few were aware of and only I controlled.
So, if someone wanted to get at that account,
how would they go about it?
We just need to find the algorithm
and track it to B613's secret account.
You're not gonna believe this, but I was this close to saying,
"top-secret, money-siphoning algorithm" yesterday.
Where did you get this information?
Look in the O.M.B.'s asset-execution code.
- It should be... - It didn't come from Jake. He's the enemy.
So where did you get it?
My father.
I would have gone with
"anonymous former government employee."
Huck.
- You're a mark. - What?
Your father's treating you like a mark.
Did he make you a promise, Liv?
He promised you something.
That means - he's gonna take something.
That is what they do.
That is what we do.
- He doesn't want anything. - Of course he does.
You just don't know what it is.
I know this is hard for you, Huck,
but you have to trust me.
This is the job...
Hack into the O.M.B. sSoftware and get the code.
My father says it's there.
If we get it, we can shut down B613.
I don't work for your father.
No. You work for me.
This is the job.
I'm not gonna do it.
Yes, you are.
This is what we're doing.
We all do things we don't want to do.
This is what we're doing.
Good morning. Hi.
Mellie.
Andrew.
You haven't returned any of my calls.
You need to stop calling me.
Is that what you want?
That's what needs to happen, yes.
Is that what you want?
I can't walk past you in the hallway
and smile like nothing's happened.
This is real, Mellie, and after all these years,
after everything you've done for him,
you deserve something real,
someone who's not just playing the part
of the man who loves you... Someone who actually does.
I have to go.
[ Indistinct shouting ]
I will always love my wife. She made a terrible mistake...
-Marrying you... - One that most people wouldn't forgive.
So I will continue to visit my wife here in prison
till she finishes serving her time. Thank you.
Reporter: Turmoil surrounding the re-election campaign...
Someone turn that up. Now.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Abby.
Turn on your TV. Turn it on, Liv.
Turn it on now. Now, now, now.
Jeannine Locke, the former White House communications aide
who had a sexual relationship with president Grant,
is now an author.
In her upcoming memoir,
set to be released later this month,
Ms. Locke claims that she was taken for granted.
I don't want to hurt the president.
In fact, I want the world to know
what a special man Fitz Grant is...
A strong, satisfying... Impressive man.
Female reporter: What do you mean by "impressive"?
I think you know what I'm talking about.
Male reporter: - Oh, come on. Don't be coy.
Give us a sneak peek, Jeannine.
At least tell us whether the president is a breadstick or a baguette.
[ Laughter ] I'd have to say
the President of the United States
is definitely... a baguette.
[ Laughter ] And what else can you tell us about the president?
Well, you'll just have to read... Liv.
All about it in my new book. I think the house is burning down.
And do you still feel...
Today, Ms. Locke is back in the news with a sensational memoir
that's causing a stir around the world
thanks to her response to a local reporter's question.
I'd have to say the president of the United States
is definitely... a baguette.
[ Laughter ] Baguette?
This is how we go down?! This is our legacy?!
Turn it off.
I thought there was a clause.
I thought she couldn't talk about it.
We negotiated her original contract, but...
Looks like someone bought it out
and brought jeannine to another publisher.
- Someone being Langston or Reston. - Hold on.
I must say, I'm shocked and appalled by all of this.
It's unfortunate that the president continues
to be plagued by this indecency.
My family and I will keep him in our prayers.
That bitch.
We've got Cassidy's abortion. Time to pull the trigger.
- No. - Times or the post? Who gets it?
Cyrus, we are not leaking the abortion.
It's wrong on every level. This is old news.
We ignore it and continue with business as usual.
Mr. president, this is not the time to put down our sword.
Stay above the fray, Cyrus.
We need to hit back!
Cyrus... Olivia and I need the room.
[ Sighs ]
This Jeannine Locke thing is big.
You can't underestimate it, but it can be counteracted.
It means you're going to have to make nice
with Mellie and Andrew.
You sent Gabby to me in your place?
- Abby. - What?
Her name is Abby.
I don't care what her name is.
You sent her to me in your place?
- What is that? - Well, I'm here now.
What do you need?
I want Andrew Nichols off the ticket.
We're not taking Andrew off the ticket.
I want a list of new V.P. picks on my desk by the morning.
You're not getting a new V.P.
I am not running with that son of a...
You knock Andrew off the ticket now, it's an amateur move.
It's too late. It'll ruin you.
You picked him, he's your guy, so too bad for you.
He stays on the ticket. That's final.
What else do you need?
What else do I need?
What else do you need?
What service can I render for you today?
Am I here to stroke your ego?
Am I your cheerleader?
Am I here to wipe your tears?
Am I your nanny?
Am I here to fight the bullies?
Am I your bodyguard today?
Maybe I'm here to make you feel good.
Maybe I'm your dealer.
Or maybe I'm here to make you feel hot and manly and ready
so you're not jealous of your wife's boyfriend.
Is that it? Am I your fluffer today, Fitz?
Is that what I am?
What service am I billing you for today?
You're being disgusting...
- Oh, I'm being disgusting? - ...And petty...
- Right. I'm the petty one. - ...And jealous.
What else am I supposed to be?!
I lie in bed every night,
and I play our relationship over and over in my head,
like a movie.
We meet, we fall in love,
we can't stop ourselves, we're meant to be,
I give up everything inside me, and then it stops.
The movie just stops.
I don't know how it ends.
It's just me waiting for a house in Vermont that I can't live in
and a man who makes me promises he can't keep.
I am not the bad guy.
I am not the guy who lured you into some degrading...
I am not the bad guy.
I know that. You want this to be easy.
You want this to be simple. It is not easy or simple.
I know that.
So you can't just stand here
staring at me with dead eyes like I'm some...
This didn't happen to you.
I didn't happen to you.
I know.
I should go.
[ Hands slap legs ] Fine. Go.
If Andrew leaves the ticket, you lose.
If Mellie doesn't stand by you, you lose.
And losing is not an option. We're winning this election.
So make nice with Andrew and Mellie.
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes ]
[ Knock on door ]
Morning, boss. What's on the schedge for today?
The two of you are to relieve the agents surveilling this target.
You are not to approach the target
under any circumstance without my authorization.
Agent Perkins, is everything all right?
This is Maya pope, Olivia's mother.
Will that be a problem for you?
God, I've missed you.
Mmm. 22 years is a long, long time.
Remember when you used to bring me flowers?
I do.
Who's buying?
- Ivan Yushkin. - Ah.
And what do you and Mr. Yushkin like?
A single rose or a garden?
Surprise us.
Whew.
[ Chuckles ]
JFK? Yeah. Sure.
Let's assume - Kennedy was a bigger cheat...
Something we can't really determine
till all of Grant's illicit flings
are plied out of the woodwork in the next decade or two,
but putting all that aside,
for all the skinny-dipping and starlets,
the man got stuff done.
This guy, he's got no Cuban missile crisis,
no man in space, no... oh!
Cyrus Beene, ladies and gentlemen.
Get a picture with him now while he's still around.
See you folks.
[ Ringing ]
Ethan.
It's time to join the fray.
I'll get that. And a scotch, neat.
Some things never change. It's good to see you again, H.
How's your neck? I was worried.
Adnan tell you what she's been up to?
Who she's been working with? Hmm?
Maya pope, Marie Wallace,
whatever she's calling herself these days...
I need to find her, Clare.
Yeah, here's the thing. Marie Wallace is a trailblazer.
She's a role model.
There just aren't that many women
as high up in our business as she is,
and she is the best,
so am I willing to piss off a potential mentor
just to help you out?
- I don't think so. - Come on.
I'm leaning in, Harrison,
making an investment in my future.
Sorry.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Jake.
Jake: I'm outside your door. - What?
I'm standing outside your door.
What do you mean?
I mean I'm drunk,
and I'm... standing outside of your door.
I'm not letting you in.
- Liv. - You can't come in.
[ Sighs ] I could come in if I wanted to come in,
- and we both know it. - But you won't.
No, I won't.
I miss you.
Says the spider to the fly.
No.
I miss you.
We can't be together because, you know,
you kill my friends.
James wasn't your friend.
I'm godmother to his child.
He wasn't your friend. I would never kill your friends.
Can you hear it?
What?
The B613 in your brain.
"I would never kill your friends"?
Yeah, I can hear it.
I wish you'd just stood in the sun with me.
Sometimes I wish that, too.
Just let me in.
Get away from my door.
Let me in.
Jake, go home.
[ Voice breaking ] I don't have a home.
Goodbye, Jake.
No, don't hang up. Don't hang up!
Liv... damn it!
Let me in, damn it!
I asked you to save me...
And you said no.
[ Elevator bell dings ]
[ Footsteps approach ]
Liv.
You found the algorithm?
Huck: Right where your father said it would be.
All I had to do was follow the sublist to its result array.
Is it an account?
Are you telling me we have B613's money?
It's empty.
The whole thing's just some legacy code
left over from an abandoned treasury department project.
He played us.
He played you.
I played you?
To what end?
You tell me. Are you working with Jake?
Is that what's happening? [ Sighs ]
It's not a preposterous idea, dad. B613 is your life.
Helping me destroy it... I'm helping you put down an animal,
a dog that isn't mine anymore,
a dog that is sick and malnourished
because its new master doesn't know how to care for it.
So rather than sit here and watch it starve to death,
I've chosen to euthanize it, to show it mercy,
not because I hate it, but because I love it.
- So the money... - Jake Ballard moved it.
That's the only explanation. Why did he move it?
I presume so this wouldn't happen.
He knows I know their secrets,
and he knows I'm not his friend.
The good news is the money exists somewhere,
most likely on the agency's private network.
If that's the case, though,
you'll have your hands full trying to find it.
Why?
Because the B613 network can only be accessed from within,
and that's just accessed.
If you want to change something,
like the algorithm - that controls the flow of money,
[laughing] Well, for that, you'll need a code...
A code that is in the possession of one man and one man alone.
Jake. - Mm-hmm.
You may not trust me,
but at least be smart enough to know my priorities
and predict my behavior accordingly.
[ Cellphone rings ]
I need you back here, Liv. Why?
'Cause things are about to get ugly.
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Facing my dear Cassidy's predicament,
I know why women must be allowed
to make that painful choice for themselves.
[ Indistinct shouting ]
What did I say?
Cyrus: The woman's a hypocrite.
She spent her entire political career
telling women they can't have abortions
while letting her daughter
"d" and "c" till the cows come home,
then she flip-flops on the issue
when it's politically convenient.
Or personal experience helped to change her mind on the issue.
Most mothers of a 13-year-old daughter
would do what Sally did, Cyrus,
and now all those women, they feel for her.
Yo did that!
You can't just lie down on the job
and send some amateur in here
because your boyfriend was mean to you
and then expect us all to fall in line
when you've licked your wounds long enough to come home.
I can expect you to listen to my directives
as the manager of this campaign.
The president is meeting
with senator Ramirez right now, you know,
to give her the V.P. slot.
So no one here is listening to your directives...
Just FYI
Having Puerto Rico, so... Right.
Senator Ramirez.
[ Door closes ] So lovely to see you again,
but we're going to have to cut this meeting short.
Ramirez: But I just... - Excuse me?
Very important national-security matter.
You understand how that is. I know how busy you are.
Yes, but...
And we wouldn't want to leave you waiting.
Thank you so much. Goodbye.
What the hell was that?
You were vetting her.
You were unspeakably rude to a United States senator.
You were vetting her as a potential vice president.
What, did you think I wouldn't find out?
Senator Ramirez can deliver votes.
I told you, you are not replacing Andrew.
Ramirez brings women, hispanics, christians,
she's a team player, a working mother of four.
She'd make a great V.P.
You are not replacing Andrew!
You don't tell me what to do!
[ Sighs ]
I don't want to fight with you.
I don't want to fight with you, either.
Fitz, I'm going to ask you again.
What do you need?
- I need Andrew gone. - No.
That's what you want.
What do you need?
[ Sighs ]
Fitz.
I don't love her.
I don't want her back.
I'm almost indifferent to her, to the sense of betrayal.
You know the answer.
We both know you know the answer.
You want me to humiliate you
to make it easier for you to walk away.
I'm not gonna say it.
Please don't make me say it for you.
Tell me.
I want to hear it from you.
What do you need?
I need Andrew to stop screwing my wife.
Consider it handled.
[ Door closes, object clatters ]
[ Andrew sighs ]
- Thought we were having a strategy session with the team. - No.
It's just you and me.
[ Chuckles softly ] What do you want, Olivia?
Actually, I'm here - to find out what you want.
Do you want to screw Mellie Grant,
or do you want to be vice president?
I'm not even gonna dignify that with a response.
Two choices... Screw Mellie, be V.P.
One or the other. Either/or. Because you can't have both.
I'm not going to allow you to have both.
He's not going to allow you to have both.
So you can either cozy up to Mellie,
or you can cozy up to Fitz.
Choose Fitz, and I'll protect you.
I'll keep you on the ticket.
I'll ensure your political future.
Choose Mellie, and I'm sorry, Andrew,
but I will have to use my considerable talents
to tear you down, brick by brick,
because the only way to do this,
the only way - to drop you from the ticket
and be certain it doesn't blow back on the president
is to make sure it's not just Fitz chasing you out of town,
but all of America.
And while you might like
living out the rest of your days teaching political science
at a small, second-tier liberal-arts college,
I don't think Mellie will be by your side for it.
She's more of a "run with the big dogs" kind of woman.
So you need to make a choice.
Do you want to be vice president of the United States of America
for the next four years,
because that's how long it'll take
for her to lose interest in you once I get done destroying you.
Screw Mellie, be V. P.... Your choice.
Tell me something...
'Cause I've always been curious.
What's it like?
- What? - Being you?
Cutting people's throats and calling it politics?
Appealing to the lowest, basest part of humanity,
scraping the bottom of a person's soul,
carrying out these little emotional assassinations?
- Governor. - I'm in love with her!
I love her.
[ Chuckles ]
So choose Mellie.
I wish you would.
It would restore my faith in humanity.
But if there's one thing I know,
it's that, given the choice between power and love,
men like you will always, always choose power.
What did he do to you?
24 hours, governor.
If you haven't ended things with Mellie,
I'll have to do my job,
and life as you know it will be over.
[ Door opens and closes ]
[ Sighs ]
Oh, forgive me.
No one told me you were bringing
one of your degenerate,
chronic-public-masturbating clients.
No, that one lives right here in the White House.
I'm the awesome client from Awesometown.
More like suck-it-town, you pompous jackass.
- Get out of my office! Olivia: Enough!
The sniping, the infighting, it has to stop.
While we sling mud back and forth,
Reston stays squeaky clean.
He's up five points overall, eight with women.
That's just in the last 72 hours.
Keep it up, and we're headed
toward mutually assured destruction,
so from now on, instead of fighting each other,
we gang up on Reston.
If we peel away his support from women,
it's a two-candidate match.
And how do you propose we do that?
By telling the truth.
♪ Unh, oh, Sookie, Sookie, now
be relaxed but firm...
Trustworthy, like she can trust you.
I'm familiar with the definition of "trustworthy."
We just don't want her thinking
this is some kind of double cross
to take down her husband's campaign.
Which it is.
And when she sees what's in that file,
I'm guessing she won't mind, so maintain eye contact.
Try not to look so... shifty.
Do you have any advice that doesn't involve insulting me?
No.
♪ Just can't get you out of my mind ♪
Woman: On the gate! [ Buzzer ]
Joan Reston, as I live and breathe.
[ Door closes ] Let me save you some time.
Yes, I support my husband's candidacy for president,
I have no comment on my own case,
and I respectfully refer - any other questions you may have
to the office of my attorney.
- Mrs. Reston... - As I said,
I support my husband's candidacy for president,
I have no comment... I'm not here to ask you questions.
I'm here to let you know
that you're not the one that belongs in prison.
Your husband is.
♪ Oh, yeah, now, unh
♪ come on
it's taking everything you've got
not to whip out your phone
and tell Olivia Pope where her mom is right now, isn't it?
What? - Your loyalties.
Are you a faithful person, Robin, to B613, to me?
I have n-never...
I mean, you've been faithful in the past, right?
Who else have you dated?
Well, um, there was Jesse.
Why'd you and Jesse break up?
He died in an explosion.
And there was gideon.
Also dead. Scissors.
And now you.
- Who else have you dated? - I don't date people.
Except you.
You're special.
Look.
Adnan: We're ready.
Clare just needs the paperwork.
Maya: When can we expect these back?
Two U.S. passports? 24 hours.
- It's more than two. - You said two.
That number's gone up.
My team.
Team?
How many people are we talking about?
24 hours.
Clare.
After you drop these off,
you'll need to leave town immediately.
- For how long? - Forever, dear.
Do you have a problem with that?
No.
If B613's account is on their server,
there's only one way to get into it.
I have to turn command's phone into a transmitter
and use it to piggyback onto B613's network.
This will upload everything I need...
Passwords, log files, serial numbers.
You just have to place this device
on command's phone for 30 seconds.
How am I supposed to do that?
How am I supposed to get
anywhere near Jake's phone long enough to...
I think you can find a way.
[ Scoffs softly ]
Huck, no.
Do you have any idea how many times
you've asked me to do things that I didn't want to do,
but I did them because you asked me to?
B613 took away my family, Liv, my life, my name.
They destroyed me.
And now we can do the same to them,
which is what you said you wanted.
Don't you want that anymore?
We do what we have to do.
[ Door opens and closes ]
[ Door closes ]
[ Exhales sharply ] [ Liquid pours ]
Olivia: Go ahead. Shoot me.
It'd be the best thing that happened to me all day.
[ Sighs ]
[ Gun thuds ] What do you want?
What do you [Sighs]
What do you want, Liv? Why are you here?
[ Glass thuds ]
Is this why you're here?
Is this what you want? Is it?
How do you think Liv's gonna get what we need?
Oh. Oh.
Jake Ballard. [ Laughs ]
Dude could probably kill you with a bendy straw,
but at the end of the day, he's just a normal guy.
- Put a fork in him. - Or a needle.
[ Sighs ] Man. Women, right?
[ Sighs deeply ] Once you let 'em in...
You're lucky you're not normal, man.
[ Panting ]
I missed you.
I missed you, too. [ Chuckles lightly ]
Liv.
[ Door opens ]
Did anyone see you? You made the bed?
Mellie.
I don't want the maids talking,
saying we don't sleep together anymore.
That's the last thing we need during this campaign,
so I need you to make Jerry's bed every morning.
- Or I can do it. - I made the bed.
- No one saw me. - Fine.
I'm wearing the escada,
- so I put some ties that match it out on the bed. - [ Sighs ]
I gave you three options. They're all good.
They'll photograph well.
They're a subtle match
to some of the uniforms of the female vets,
and the feel appropriately sober, but patriotic.
Here. You want to take a look and s...
[ Scoffs ]
[ Door slams ]
What's going on?
- Nothing. - We're waiting.
- Waiting? - To hear back from Clare about Adnan.
For Reston to make his prison visit.
For Jake's phone to download onto my hard drive.
Great.
[ Pen thudding ]
[ Cellphone chimes ]
Reston's at the prison.
This is Olivia Pope's case file.
Where did he get this?
He's a political operative, Sam. I'm sure he stole it.
What I want to know is, is it true?
Did you shoot that man knowing he was my lover?
'Cause if you did...
You'll what? Call the police on me
- and file for divorce? - Yes.
Who's going to believe you, dear?
I am the governor of the state,
and I am about to become the most powerful man on the planet.
Do you know how easy it would be to have you boxed up
and shipped out to a state mental ward?
One phone call, joanie.
You'd be having supper
with the rest of the lunatics across the bay.
And I would make sure
that you would rot there for many, many years to come,
so you, my loving wife, had better do
exactly as I tell you from now on.
Till death do us part. Right, honey?
[ Cellphone rings ]
Clare.
I got it all... location, travel docs, everything...
But I want out. I'm gonna need your help.
Okay. It's gonna be okay.
I thought about what you said, about the light.
I keep trying to figure out when I'm done,
when to walk away
when there's always more to do, more darkness than light.
Is that an option for you, walking away?
I don't know. I-I just wonder I...
Olivia?
Maya: Olivia.
Eli.
In my 22 years in prison,
you know what I missed most of all?
Really good wine.
We always did have that in common.
Enjoy it. It'll be your last.
I heard about your forced retirement.
Sorry you lost your little army.
Oh, please do, baby. Please take a stab at me.
I wonder which one of us is faster.
What are you doing here?
I'm your mother. I love you.
I worry about you.
- No, you don't. - I do.
I know it's hard for you to believe
with him in your ear, but I do.
I love you.
And because I love you, I want to warn you.
You need to find yourself another line of work,
because what you do now is too dangerous, baby.
I think you'd better get that.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Harrison.
They got to her. Liv, I was too late.
Clare's dead.
Harrison, listen to me. Get back to the office.
Hang up the phone right now.
[ Crickets chirping ]
You're a monster.
You forced my hand by refusing to stay out of my affairs.
I hope you've learned your lesson.
I'm a patient man, but a vengeful one,
and I have a very long memory.
It's been lovely. Truly.
Thanks for the wine.
Now, don't go saying I was too mean
just because Joan Reston didn't bite.
What makes you think she didn't bite?
Oh, I don't know, that today's news cycle
got up and running at 6:00 this morning,
and I haven't heard a peep about Reston's divorce
on any of the cable shows, let alone network.
Samuel: Do you have any idea how easy it would be
to have you boxed up
and shipped out to a state mental ward?
One phone call, Joanie.
You'd be having supper
with the rest of the lunatics across the bay.
Now, that doesn't sound - very female-friendly, does it?
It's already got 100,000 hits, and I just uploaded it.
I'm smarter than you are, Leo.
News cycle, here we come.
The Reston campaign suffered a massive blow today
as a video of the candidate...
Male reporter: The video,
featuring governor Reston with his wife, Joan,
has managed to go viral in less than two hours, with over...
Female reporter: With governor Reston's numbers
already down by 15 points from last night's BNC poll,
it's clear that this election
has now become a two-candidate race.
And now we're joining
one of those candidates, president Grant,
where he and the first lady are speaking
to the warrior women of America.
All of you have made a sacrifice.
All of you have had to suffer far more than you deserve.
You have made a sacrifice so that others may be free.
[ Sighs ]
Some of us don't have that kind of strength,
especially at times like these,
when it's so easy to be consumed by every salacious detail
found in a magazine or heard on the news,
but seeing you women here makes me realize
just how small and petty those matters can be.
Standing in the presence of such strength,
such grit and resilience,
i am reminded of what's important,
what really, truly matters.
And that is all of you. [ Chuckles ]
The very best of us.
The very women we should all aspire to be.
[ Applause ] Male reporter: Some much-needed humanity
by sexual innuendo and political maneuvering.
[ Door closes ]
Mellie: Andrew!
Mellie.
Andrew, wait.
Did you... happen to watch
the event at the veterans' hospital?
I did. I thought you did well.
We should be tracking better with women
by the end of the day.
I'm glad you think so.
In fact, if you have your own ideas
about what women might respond to,
I have a few hours before my next event.
We could talk.
I don't think that's a good idea.
Since when?
Well, I've been thinking, and, uh,
you and Fitz have been such good friends to me for so long.
Friends.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
You take everything from me!
Okay. Everybody, out.
No!
I'll go.
[ Sighs ]
You just keep on being president.
[ Sighs ]
Abby: You know, I used to want your job,
but now I'm not sure.
Your job is really hard.
My father tried to put me on a plane a few months ago.
He tried to put me on a plane and disappear me
and let me start a new life and get away from all this
and be somebody new, be somebody who wasn't...
And I said no.
Why did I say no?
Do you want to know what Olivia Pope would say?
What would Olivia Pope say? [ Chuckles ]
You don't get to run.
You're a gladiator.
Gladiators don't run. They fight.
They slay dragons.
They wipe off the blood and stitch up their wounds,
and they live to fight another day.
You don't get to run.
How was that?
That was good.
[ Keyboard clacking ]
I feel like I'm watching Mozart.
Mozart couldn't bring down B613.
[ Knock on door ]
I decided to meet you halfway.
Are you sure you want to do this here?
Because we could wait till we get to the safe house,
go over the plan with Ivan and the team.
No. Let's stop and smell the roses.
She's got a friggin' bomb.
[ Exhales sharply ] 15 pounds of fully nitrated gun cotton
next to a lead-shielded cobalt-60 dispersion capsule.
That's not just a bomb, Robin. That is the Mona Lisa of boom.
I'll be damned.
It worked. I'm in.
Is that the budget? That's everything.
The budget, isolated B613 communication networks,
infrastructure, schematics, continuity plans,
their power grid... Everything.
Quinn: Why aren't we going in? What are we waiting for?
Chief, we've got eyes on the prize. Should we pursue?
Jake: Negative. Wait for my go.
- She has a bomb. - I see that.
I also want to see what she's planning to do with it.
Okay, but shouldn't we... Stand down, agent Perkins.
Copy that.
Look, I don't want to just sit here doing nothing.
Of course you don't.
You want to race in, wave your gun, be the hero,
and then run back to Olivia pope and say, "caught your mom."
Friends again? Can I come home now?"
Huck, you... you did it.
Okay.
We're breaking out the booze.
I can blow it all up, Liv.
Right here, from my desk, right now, I can shut down B613.
Let's head out.
Wait, we're gonna lose her. We wait for command!
Should I?
Should I shut down B613 right now?
Shut it down.
They're asking about the package.
Team needs to prep.
Are we going white house or campaign trail?
Target is on the move!
Stand down. Repeat, stand do...
[ Static ]
It's some kind of internal malfunction.
Fix it. I need it back up now.
[ Groans ] This is not good.
[ Keyboard clacking ] The hell with this.
Wait! Come back here!
[ Panting ]
So now we know whose side you're on.
Just call command.
[ Tone plays ]
Operator: We're sorry. You have reached a number
that has been disconnected or is no longer in service.
I know we haven't had
a lot to celebrate around here in the last few months.
Sometimes, it seems the battles weren't winnable,
or at least not worth - the blood spilled fighting them,
but then a moment like this comes around,
and it makes you feel like it's all worth it,
that we're finally stepping back into the light.
We did this, people. We made this happen.
Gladiators.
[ Laughs ] Harrison: Hear, hear.
Olivia: [ Gags, gasps ]
What the hell have you done?!
[ Strained ] I don't know what you're talking about.
No? Then let me be the one who breaks it to you.
You just killed the president.
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