All language subtitles for Scandal 7x14 - The List

Yes, Dad, I saw the article you sent.

I've just been busy.

No, they're not overworking me,
but I'm an intern,

so I kinda have to do, like, everything.

President?

I don't know, Dad.

Okay, I gotta go.

I'll talk to you later.

Love you, too.

Can I help you?

I need a gun.

You got ID?

So what kind of gun you want?

One that works.

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I have nothing to say to you.

It's about the hijacking. It was Cyrus.

Cyrus Beene hijacked
his own plane for attention?

He wants to be President.

The election's not for another three
years. Seven if Mellie runs again.

I don't think
he wants to wait that long.

Cyrus wants the Oval. He wants it now.

We need to figure out
how he's going to take that,

and what it means for Mellie.

- We?
- The team.

You don't have a team.

I know that.

No, you don't. If you did,
you wouldn't come to my home,

- asking for favors.
- Abby...

If I went to QPA with this and
told them that it came from you?

I'd be out on my ass, too.

That's how much they don't
want to hear from you.

I understand what you're saying.

I wouldn't be here
if I had another option.

I'm not asking for forgiveness,
I'm asking for help.

I need help.

Please.

I'll see what I can do.

And then, if this theory
of yours proves to be true,

the team will decide whether
it's a fight worth fighting.

Madam President?

Down here.

I tweaked my back. Can you believe it?

The doctor gave me
a tennis ball, some Tylenol,

and said, "Good luck."
President of the United States.

Short of overhauling
the country's medical training,

- how can I help?
- The federal budget.

We're facing a government shutdown

if we can't get the votes in Congress.

You want to use B613
to dig up some dirt?

No. Threatening people
creates resentment.

I don't just want votes, I want support,

and there's an easier way.

We need Cyrus.

Madam President...

He's dominating in the polls right now.

We'd be foolish
not to take advantage of it.

I'd prefer we find another way.

And I'd prefer to be on my feet,

but until a better option
presents itself...

...you got to let your grudge match go.
We need him.

Yes, Madam President.

This thing's a mess.

The computer virus that managed
to circumvent all our safety protocols

and take control
of the Vice President's plane

is a mess?

A total hack job.
It's got syntax errors,

recursion loops, it leaks memory
like the Exxon Valdez.

I could cross-reference the code

with the code of all known hackers,

but that would be a waste of time.

No self-respecting coder did this.

- So who did?
- There are two possibilities.

Either the coder is new...
like grade-school new...

or they did a crappy job on purpose
so the code would be impenetrable,

which would make them a secret genius.

Liv.

It's late. What's up?

Not much. I was thinking about
grabbing some dinner.

Interested?

You really don't have
any other friends, do you?

No. Not really.

Although I did talk to Abby today.

She even invited me into her
apartment, so that's something.

Yeah? What did you talk about?

Nothing.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

I waited in reception but there
wasn't anyone at the desk.

Well, it's actually after hours,
so if you want to come back...

- You're Olivia Pope.
- I am.

You're the person I'm looking for.

Alisha's only 21.
No one's seen her in days.

Her roommate doesn't know anything,

and the cops say it's too soon
to call her a missing person.

I-I don't know this city.

It's the first time I've set
foot outside Ohio in 10 years.

Gary. I'm sorry,
but this is not what I do.

Not anymore. However, I am sure th...

She's here because of you.

- What do you mean?
- She idolizes you.

She's watched you for years on TV

speaking for members of Congress,
senators, Presidents.

A woman who looks like her.

You're the reason she
fell in love with politics.

You're the reason she came to D.C.,

the reason she became
a Congressional intern.

A-And she's doing so well.
I'm... I'm so proud.

I-If you could see how hard
she works, how smart she is,

you'd be proud to have
someone like Alisha

following in your footsteps.

But something happened.

She hasn't called me in a week,
and it's not like her.

Something's wrong.

I... know it in my gut.

Alisha came here because of you,

and now I'm here because of you.

Please.

Help me find my daughter.

Alisha Francis.
21-year-old Georgetown senior

majoring in Government Affairs.

Since the summer, she's been interning

in the office of Ohio
Congressman Philip Beard.

Her father hasn't heard
from her for a week.

Have you spoken to anyone in
Congressman Beard's office?

I tried them, but I just
got the runaround.

You think there's a case there?

I know this isn't
exactly what we do, but...

Okay.

I'll head to her apartment.
See what I can find.

I'll reach out to Metro Police.

They're getting pretty
accustomed to hearing from me.

Thank you.

Cyrus Beene, the Vice President
of the United States,

hijacked his own plane? That's...

The plot of a bad action movie?

Now that I said it out loud,
yeah, I guess it kind of is,

but that doesn't mean it's not true.

Well, where is this coming from?

I-Is it a hunch? Have you
been talking to someone?

Just David. Something he told me
got me thinking.

Something?

He said Cyrus requested that
he go to Lisbon with him.

Cyrus Beene, my former boss...

A man whose personal e-mail
still ends in "aol.com"...

suddenly signs up for a digital
piracy summit an ocean away?

Why would he do that? Unless...

He wanted to be on Air Force Two.

Excuse me. Before we all bust
out the tinfoil hats,

do I need to remind
you people what happened

the last time one of us ran up
a White House conspiracy

- involving a plane?
- Charlie.

Quinn...can I speak to you for a sec?

Alone?

Okay, talk.

I lost you. You were...dead.

Yeah, but now I'm back,
and we have a job to do.

Yes, I know. But...going after Cyrus...

Is exactly the kind of thing we do here.

Charlie, if Abby is right,

if Cyrus is up to something
and we do nothing?

Then whatever happens next
will be on us.

I didn't come back
to sit on the sidelines.

Olivia Pope.

Yes, and you are?

Meghan... Seeley. I...

What are you doing here?

I'm looking for Alisha Francis.

You're Alisha's hero.

Or, I guess heroine.

You say she's been
gone a couple of days.

She moped around for a day or so
after she lost her job,

but I didn't see her after that.

I figured she went home
to her parents' place

- to lick her wounds.
- She lost her job when?

Last week.

She wouldn't have told you
if she were leaving town?

We really just share the rent.
We're not super close.

So then, she probably didn't talk to you

about how she lost her job?

Well, that's actually kinda awkward.

We've both been interning
for Congressman Beard.

It's how we got matched as roommates.

When your internship is over,

they either hire you on
full-time or they say,

"Thanks, but no thanks,"
and you have to figure out

something else to do with your life.

I got hired, but Alisha...

She didn't.

Yeah.

Speaking of,
I really should get to work.

You go ahead, finish getting ready.

I'll walk out with you.

"I promise I didn't mean to offend you,

and I hope we can let
bygones be bygones.

It's my dream to have
a career in Washington.

I've worked too hard
to be GFV'ed for this.

I'm not going to tell anyone
what happened.

I hope you can do the same for me."

What's "GFV"?

Alisha sent this e-mail
to her boss, Tim Waterbend,

just hours before she was fired.

Metro police on it now, too.

- Good.
- What did you say to them?

I gave them her name,
and they ran a check on her.

Turns out, around the time
Alisha disappeared,

she bought a gun.
That got their attention.

- What'd I miss?
- Take a look.

Alisha lost her job last week.

She sent an e-mail to her boss,

telling him she "wouldn't tell
anyone what happened."

You guys notice the part

where she asks her boss
not to "GFV" her?

Does that mean something to you?

I'm gonna show you something.

They call it the "fresh meat" list.

It's a list of all the
attractive female interns

- on the Hill.
- Oh, a hot list.

What? I didn't invent the term.

That's what we called it
when I was in college.

You know, before the Internet.

I got sent the link anonymously

when I first started at the White House.

Dudes use their initials
to log "reviews"

for interns they, uh...

We get it.

Still up and running. Unbelievable.

Is Alisha on here?

Bingo.

I still don't understand what...

GFV, like on a menu.

"Gluten-Free Vegan".

Ugh.

It means she won't put out.

And if you're one of the guys
on this list

- and you get her resum�...
- You won't hire her.

TW... Tim Waterbend.

The day after she was fired,

Alisha sent her resum� to 28 openings

via the .gov internal jobs listings.

Guess how many responses she got?

- Ah, don't tell me.
- Zero.

So the gun... you think
she bought it for revenge?

Girl has a dream of working in D.C.,

girl lands coveted internship
at Congressman's office,

Congressman's Chief of Staff fires girl

because she won't sleep with him.

Girl buys gun, girl disappears.

There's only a handful of ways
this story ends.

And none of them are good.

And the Democrats are, well
they haven't even

made clear their precise
issues with the budget.

I think they want us
to go into a shutdown.

Of course they do.

And they'll say it's because we
were unwilling to compromise.

Mm.

How'd you throw it out?

Just stress, I think.

So you want me to talk to some folks?

Would you?

I know how in demand you are right now.

It's just a slow news cycle.

I'd be happy to whip
some Dems into shape.

Cyrus... I'm so glad you're all right.

I wanted to apologize directly for...

Madam President, you have
nothing to apologize for.

If we hadn't regained
control of that plane,

shooting it down would've
been the right decision.

The only decision.

I would've done the same if I were you.

Thank you.

Thank you for understanding.

- You get some rest.
- I will.

And, Cyrus?

We are going to figure out
who hijacked that plane.

There will be justice.

I believe it.

VPs are used to taking a back seat,

but America's put you in the spotlight.

How are you planning to spend
all this new political capital?

I'm focused on one thing...

supporting the agenda of
President Mellie Grant.

This virus they used
to hijack the plane,

there is no way that the NSA

or any other government agency
developed malware

with this much code smell.

Cyrus must've farmed it out.

Which means there's
a money trail. Charlie?

Not his personal account.
No unusual activity.

The assets in Cyrus's blind
trust have not been touched.

Okay, what about secret
off-shore accounts?

I could look into those
and not find anything,

or, you know, we could call it.

Call it? We've been working
on it for like two seconds.

But I've already broken
like seven Federal laws.

Shh! Where's the painting?

- What painting?
- The Cezanne.

"The Boy in the Red Vest".

The one that Fenton Glackland gave him.

- It's not there.
- Glackland gave him a Cezanne?

A real Cezanne? That must be worth...

Enough to hire a hacker to write you

a special Air Force Two hijacking virus.

And to finance whatever comes next.

But you have a contact in
the art underworld, don't you?

All right, I'll give it a shot.

It's something... isn't it?

A shame I won't be able to enjoy it.

I don't follow.

She just met with Abby Whelan.

Olivia Pope is having her
investigate you.

Lonnie...

This is getting too dangerous.

What if... What if she finds
your hacker?

What if she finds me?

You haven't done anything wrong.

You paid me with a Cezanne so
there wouldn't be a money trail.

Don't tell me I haven't done
anything wrong.

John Adams was a farmer who
just wanted to be a good lawyer.

George Washington's greatest wish

was a royal commission
to the British army.

No one sets out to be a revolutionary.

Not at first. Sometimes history
doesn't give you a choice.

The Founding Fathers,
Mr. Vice President?

- Really?
- Why not? They were just men.

Men like us who saw a corrupt system

and had to do something about it.

You've got a job to do.
An important job.

Worry about that.

Let me worry about Olivia Pope.

I'm sorry, I don't know
an Allison Franklin.

Alisha Francis.

She was your intern in your office.

Maybe it would help if you saw
her name in print.

What do you mean?

See? He remembers.

- Where did you get that?
- I don't see how that matters.

All I see is the name of a missing girl

with your initials
stamped right next to it.

Initials?

Please. You don't know what
you're talking about.

Yes, we do, and you know that we do,

which is why you haven't
even glanced at your phone

once in the last thirty seconds,

even though it's been beeping
incessantly.

It's not my fault.

If she didn't want
to play the game, that's on her,

- but I'm not responsible...
- Not responsible?

You ruined a woman's life,
destroyed her career,

because she wouldn't sleep with you.

You think I cared about that?
You have the list.

I'm not hurting here, okay?

But there is a way the game is played.

Everybody knows that. She knows that.

I never told anyone not to hire her,

but if she had made
some better choices...

- Where is she?
- I told you, I don't know.

No, you didn't.

You told me you didn't know her,

and that was a lie,
but you can try to tell me that

now if you want, and I won't believe it,

because I know about the gun.

- What?
- Alisha bought a gun.

And if I had to guess,
I'd say it's because

she knows who's responsible
for screwing up her life.

That's insane.

Maybe, but it's what I would've done.

So, I don't know

if she wanted to hurt you, or if
she just wanted to scare you,

but whatever happened, clearly
it didn't go the way she planned

because you're still here

and she's not...

which, as far as I'm concerned,
is the injustice of the century.

And for the love of God,
would you just put your phone

on vibrate like a normal person!

Liv.

It's not his.

It's mine.

So, Waterbend's not just
a sleaze, he's a murderer.

Do they think he used
her own gun against her...

He didn't kill her.

Excuse me?

It was suicide, Liv.
That's why she bought the gun.

She killed herself.

She just, uh...

never said anything.

And do something like this,
hurt herself in this way...

She could've talked to me.

To think that she felt so alone.

This town...

these monsters.

And you.

You think I don't know
who you really are?

I watch the news.

I know about your...
relationship with Grant.

Oh, you're at the top of the heap,

and everyone knows who
you screwed to get there.

Gary... I understand
that you're hurting,

but that's not...

She was here because of you.

But you are not a role model.

But my daughter couldn't see that.

She couldn't see
how disgusting this place is,

and how you fit right in.

Because she was good.

She was a good person.

She was better than you...

...and she wouldn't play this sick game.

And she died because of it.

She followed you into the swamp,
and it sucked her under.

We can't just let this go.
Alisha deserves justice.

Waterbend might not have killed her,

but he's not innocent.
We have to do something.

We have to do something for
every woman on this list.

Behavior like this is allowed to fester
because those in power allow it to.

I'm here, yes. Absolutely, I'll
take any time you can give me.

- Yes, and?
- And so maybe I talk to their bosses.

- You're kidding.
- I'm not.

This town is one big, endless frat party

with zero accountability.

Don't tell me their bosses,
men of your generation,

are any better,
and what moral high ground

do you think you have, anyway?

I'm on the books.

Talked my way into 15 minutes
with the President.

If we can get her
to consider legislation...

That'd be great for the future,
but it won't do much

for the problem
in front of us right now.

This shouldn't be that difficult.

We have a list that proves
these men abused their power.

Shouldn't this be enough
of a smoking gun on its own?

It should be, but it isn't.

What is it?

Your name is on the list, too.

T.W. ranked you a "Prime Rib".

I assume that's Tim Waterbend?

Meghan, when Tim Waterbend
took you to dinner last month,

did he make it explicit
that you wouldn't be hired

unless you slept with him?

I'd had a couple drinks.

I figured it'd be easier
to just put up with it.

You know these guys.

If you reject them, they get
so... butt-hurt about it.

I know exactly.

Because this rejected man...
your boss...

used the fresh meat list

to make sure Alisha would never
work in Washington again.

Because she wouldn't sleep with him?!

The good news is we can use
this list to build a case

against the man who fired her.

But it would help
if some of the other women

whose names appear on the list

were willing to corroborate
these kinds of details.

You want me to out this pig as a pig.

Ruin his career.

But what happens to my career?

I don't know.
But at least, unlike Alisha,

you'll still have your life.

If nobody finds the courage
to take these men on,

they're just gonna keep doing
what they've been doing.

Even more disturbing
than what's in that folder

is what happens to staffers on the Hill

when they try to report
workplace harassment

- to her or his boss.
- Oh, I know.

When I was a Senator, every
female knew it by heart.

30 days counseling, 30 days mediation,

meaning confrontations
with your harasser

and not-so-veiled threats
by your harasser

and their very powerful
legal defense team.

The odds are immediately
stacked against you.

And if you're a woman of color? Mm.

All that's left for these women
is a non-disclosure agreement,

a ruined career, and then it's...

- Back to business as usual.
- Yes.

We have to do something
about this, Madam President.

The way to truly prevent harassment

is to incorporate a punitive
clause into any new legislation.

That's great.

Well, ideally
it's great, but realistically?

You're asking me to propose a
bill that would punish

many of the lawmakers
who would need to pass it.

They would scour that bill
and find enough flaws

that it would never even
make it to my desk.

What about an executive order?

Congress would insinuate
that I was abusing my power

for a personal cause.

I can't do it.

You can't, or you don't want to?

Marcus...

Come on, there's got
to be a way for us to...

I'm sure there is a way.
This just may not be it.

Maybe you don't want to put
forth the effort

- to make it happen.
- Just because you are not

getting what you want,
don't accuse me...

Oh, Mellie, when it comes to
you, I never get what I want.

Thank you for coming, Marcus.

I will take your proposal
into consideration.

What's so funny?

Cyrus sent me a thing. Look.

- Cyrus Beene bobbleheads.
- You guys are texting?

On and off. Is that my lo mein?

Hey, you don't have anything to do

with this pervy spreadsheet
that's going around, do you?

Pervy spreadsheet?

There's a list going around
Congress ranking female interns.

Some girl killed herself over it.

I think Liv's working with
the dad to sort it out.

So, you and Cyrus, you guys
are like friends now?

Brothers in arms, Abby.
We cheated death together.

Has he been asking
about the investigation?

- What do you mean?
- Like whether or not you

guys have any suspects,
that kind of thing.

Not really. Even if he did,
I wouldn't know anything.

You're the Attorney General
of the United States.

That's correct. But in the case
of the hijacking,

I'm also a witness.
It's a conflict of interest.

- You recused yourself?
- I had to.

- Recused himself?
- He's a potential witness.

Conflicting out David could have been

part of Cyrus' plan from the beginning.

- What'd you get from Lola?
- Lola was a dead end,

but she does have a Chagall available

if anyone's got a couple million
lying around.

Was there anything on the dark net?

Nope, and I haven't had any luck
tying Cyrus to the malware.

Hmm.

Is that a good "hmm" or a bad "hmm"?

Could be nothing, but I just
found a draft of his speech

for the Al Smith dinner
on Cyrus' computer.

The Al Smith dinner?
That was the same day

- Air Force Two was hijacked.
- Hold up.

Didn't you say that he asked
to go to that pirate summit?

Why would he waste his time

writing a speech for this other thing?

According to his calendar's metadata,

he was supposed to go to
the Al Smith dinner last night,

and the summit was dumped
on him last-minute.

All right, so let me get this straight.

We can't prove that Cyrus
sold the painting,

we can't tie him to the virus,
and he wasn't even supposed to

be on the plane when it all went down.

So tell me again why we're
wasting our time with this?

I hate to admit it, Abby,
but Charlie's right.

- Thank you?
- Did David say anything else

that could be helpful to us?

It wasn't David.

- It was Liv.
- Liv?

She said he all but admitted it to her.

- Liv said?
- I'm sorry, but...

- Shut it down!
- You wouldn't have

gone along with it
if I had told you the truth.

We're done! Take the board down now.

I know I messed up. I know.
But this is not about Liv.

Of course it is!

Everything Olivia Pope does
is about Olivia Pope.

She used you, Abby.

David almost died on that plane.

And I almost died in a basement.

I am not going down another rabbit hole

that could end with one of us
actually dead.

Not for Olivia, not anymore.

Cyrus did good with Mais and Regnier,

but Stowell and Clinesmith
and a few others aren't budging.

If we don't make some changes
to the budget,

a shutdown is inevitable.

So much for getting an early night.

Oh. Mm.

We'll make it fun.

- Fun?
- Yeah.

We'll have the kitchen
make us some fried chicken,

get you a hot pad for your back,

and delve into the finer points
of corporate tax law.

I think you and I have very
different ideas about fun.

Oh, tell me, what would you
rather focus on

than exemptions and deductions
and discretionary spending?

Actually...

since you asked...

I'm thinking of introducing legislation

addressing how this country
handles sexual harassment

in the workplace,
starting right here on the Hill.

It's good. Important.

The Democrats will vote for it,

and then they'll hold it over your head

when you try to push
this budget through,

forcing you to make
all kinds of compromises

because, hey, they went along
with your harassment bill

even though they wanted it all along.

And then there's the Republicans...

- But if we wait...
- If we wait...

it'll be an easy sell.

Tackle it in a few months...

once this budget's been safely passed.

Rachel...
we're gonna need fried chicken.

You have news?

Not about Cyrus, though...
about the team.

They know that it was you
who put me on this.

And?

We're dropping the investigation.

I couldn't keep lying to them, Liv.

They're my friends.

I hear you're working
a case on the Hill.

How's that going?

About as well as this one.

He's guilty, Abby.

Cyrus did this.

You may be right...

but it can't be us who proves it.

What if we put a guarantee

on the funding
for the Vet Affairs program?

Stowell and Clinesmith have been pushing

that vet assistance bill
for months in committee.

You guarantee funding, they'll
owe you their votes, plus some.

Ah! Two down! Two glasses
of hooch coming up!

Oh.

You okay?

She will be after some hooch.

- And throw me the tennis ball, too?
- Yep.

Here.

Ohh.

All right.

Oh.

Cheers.

Ah!

You gonna be in fighting shape
to celebrate

when we pass this thing?

I hope so.

If the press gets word that I'm
laid up because of Happy Baby...

I'm sorry. Happy Baby?

It's a pose.

A yoga pose.

I threw my back out doing yoga.

Oh, we are definitely not
telling the press that.

I should've known better!

Presidents don't roll themselves
into pretzels.

They run or play tennis

or some other Western,
accident-free activity.

You think running and
tennis are accident-free?

W-well.

1979, Jimmy Carter tries to run a 10K.

Three miles in, he faints
into the arms of his detail.

Bush Sr...

exhausts himself playing doubles tennis

with the Japanese prime minister...

which he loses, by the way...

and then a few hours later,

he hurls his dinner into the guy's lap.

In front of all the press.

No, no more,
no more! It hurts, it hurts!

So you're doing just fine
with your Happy Baby.

Oh!

We make a good team, you and me.

Yeah.

Jake, I...

Mellie, I, uh...

I...

I think you should go.

You need me to help you?

Um... I'm fine.

Good night, Madam President.

I was thinking
about grabbing some sandwiches

from the deli up the block. You want?

Uh, yeah.

What're you working on over there?

Nothing.

You are not still screwing
around with that virus.

Quinn told us to drop that.

I know. But it feels wrong to drop it.

What if the old Liv is back?

Please.

You've seen what she's been doing

since she left the White House.

Maybe she's... maybe she's coming back.

The old Liv is dead!

There's no coming back
after what she's done.

No resurrection and
life-everlasting hallelujah.

- Maybe she's try...
- The only thing that matters to Liv

is the White House.

She doesn't care about justice.

All she cares about is getting
back on Mellie's good side.

I'm not working for Liv,

and I'm not working for the White House.

As far as I'm concerned,
the whole thing can burn.

You okay?

We just need one...

just one of these women to come forward.

I know.

Hey.

Did I...

when we first met...

- On the campaign trail?
- Yeah.

What about it?

Was I...

What?

I don't know.

Inappropriate?

- You're asking if...
- Yes.

I mean it.

- Really?
- You're asking if you and I...

Did I cross a line?

I just want to know.

No.

That was different.
We crossed that line together.

Do you regret it?

No.

I would cross that line again.

- Look who stopped by.
- Meghan.

Hi.

I'm in.

Um...

I'm here today to talk about the death

of my friend and co-worker,
Alisha Francis.

A week ago, Alisha lost her job.

A few days later,

she took her own life.

Before she was fired,

Alisha made a courageous,
professional choice...

one that, for her...

...ended in tragedy.

Her choice was to decline
to perform sexual favors

for a man who had the power
to help or hurt her

in her chosen career.

He punished her for that choice,

not just with the loss of her job,

but with a devastating assault
on her professional reputation.

If you're asking yourselves
how I know all this,

it's because I had
the same choice to make,

and I chose differently.

I had sex with this man,

and just as he promised,

I was rewarded
with a permanent position.

I don't relish standing
up here to discuss my sex life,

but I see no other way
to expose a culture

where women cannot
succeed on their own merits,

but are instead judged
by their attractiveness

and their sexual compliance.

Ms. Seeley's statement
has prompted an outpouring

of similar stories from
other female Hill staffers...

some dating as far back as the 1980s.

And a group of these women
has even turned the tables

on predatory men,
compiling a counter-list

of D.C.'s worst sexual offenders.

- That was incredible.
- Meghan was very brave.

I told you we only needed one.

Yes, you are very smart.

Would you like your gold star now?

Seriously, I know
there's so much more to do,

and I'm willing to help
in any way I can.

Thank you. I agree.

I'll be in touch.

Don't be a stranger, Olivia Pope.

Thank you.

Madam President.

I'm announcing my intention
later this afternoon

to pursue legislation tackling
workplace sexual harassment.

I thought that you should know.

- I thought we agreed that...
- We didn't agree on anything.

You gave me your opinion,
I had a different one,

which is that you should do your job

and help me both get my budget
and pass my legislation.

Is that something you're capable of?

Madam President, I'd like to
apologize for last night.

Clearly, I misread the situation.

Look, Jake.

It's two things.

One, I am not starting an affair
in the Oval with a subordinate,

which, let me remind you...
despite our friendship,

despite the fact that we make a
"good team"... is what you are.

I will not be another Fitzgerald Grant

and Olivia Pope, nor am I interested

in sleeping with someone
who has slept with Olivia Pope.

I know far too much
about where you've been...

That's two things.
Is there anything else?

Yes, actually.

Three...

if this is some kind of power hunt...

That's where I draw the line.

You may think it's inappropriate
to start something,

you may be uninterested, fine.

But I have plenty of power
without needing

...I made an advance
because I was attracted to you.

Forgive me.

And do you think it's lost on me

that this is the week

that you suddenly find yourself
attracted to me,

of all the weeks that we have
known each other?

The one week I need a little extra help,

the one week that I'm a damsel
in distress...

A damsel in... I was attracted
to you because it felt good,

us working together.

And when you and Fitz had a good
week working together,

did you hold his hand, too?

I hope you get well soon,
Madam President.

As Washington continues
to reel from recent reports

of widespread sexual misconduct,

President Mellie Grant has
announced her intentions

of attacking this problem
on a national level.

Analysts consider the President's move

to be particularly bold

in that she risks
losing support she needs

in order to push along
an already-embattled budget.

Hi.

Come in.

I just wanted to tell you that
I saw the press conference.

It was good.

Great.

Thanks.

I guess I could've called,
but after all of...

I thought maybe you wouldn't pick up.

I would've.

I don't blame the team.

I can't because... in the end,

this is not their fight.

It's not Quinn's,
it's not yours, it's mine.

I'm the one who needs to step up
because I made Mellie a promise.

At some point or another,

men would try to strip her of power.

I promised that I wouldn't
stand by and let that happen.

No matter the fallout, no matter
how hard Cyrus pushes back,

I can't let Mellie stand alone.

Well...

I'm in.

Really?

Yeah.

You had me at
dismantling the patriarchy.

Okay.

- Sir.
- Not a good time.

I know who made the virus.

What?

Those are the build time-stamps
embedded in the virus's code.

- Huck.
- It's Charlie's IP address.

The virus was modified from his laptop.

So what? That virus was on
all of our laptops.

Yeah, but he had it the day before

it infected Air Force Two.

What?

This doesn't make any sense.

He was against us looking
into this case from the start

because he knew what we'd find.

He's angry, Quinn. Really, really angry.

There you are. Ready?

What was it?

Some kind of relapse, hmm?

You got bored
working with the good guys?

Slipped back into bad habits?

Couldn't resist
an old-school conspiracy?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Huck traced it. You wrote that virus.

I did not.

You're working with Cyrus again.

I'm not.

You don't think I have had
enough lies for the year?!

Look, I don't know what Huck
found, but the hijacking?

I had nothing to do with it.

Why would I? I'm your fianc�.

The father of your child.
I don't need that stuff anymore.

Then how did that virus
end up on your laptop?

How the hell would I know?
Someone must've put it there!

Wait.

Oh, my God.

We need to get you out of here.

Freeze! Let's see your hands!

- Hands!
- No sudden moves!

Up against the wall.

You get your hands off of him!

Clear over here.

I'm here to announce that Federal Agents

have just completed the arrest
of a suspect

in our investigation of the
hijacking of Air Force Two.

Details will be forthcoming.

As a witness to the hijacking,

I have recused myself
from the investigation.

In my place, the Deputy Attorney General

has appointed as Special Prosecutor

the former U.S. Attorney for the
Eastern District of Virginia,

Lonnie Mencken.

Lonnie's reputation for results

is matched only by his
reputation for integrity,

and I have no doubt
that he'll bring this episode

to its swift and just conclusion.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

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