All language subtitles for Scandal 7x15 - The Noise

LONNIE: The suspect goes by
the name of "Charlie,"

no last name... an obvious alias.

He held a stash of dozens of forged IDs,

including one that gained him access

to the White House in recent months.

Secret Service has been informed.

His place of business has been secured

and protected as a crime scene.

Agents conducted a thorough
search of the premises

for other devices
that may have been used

to infiltrate Airforce Two systems.

There was a massive
stockpile of electronics

that would've put RadioShack to shame.

The confiscated devices
are being decrypted.

The suspect's associate
briefly questioned and released,

but Quinn Perkins and Associates
remains shut down

until further notice.

Is the suspect talking?

The suspect remains tight-lipped.

I've got to hand it to the man...

he's been remarkably resistant to our...

methods of persuasion.

This can all stop, Charlie.

Are you kidding? I've never felt better.

But you got to tell me, though...

are Bert and Ernie over there Moroccan?

'Cause I swear I had
the same full-body treatment

at a hammam in Marrakech.

Are you ready to talk?

I told you, I'm being set up.
I got nothing else to say.

Sorry, when I said ready
to talk, I meant me to you.

I have no interest in keeping you here.

Seeing you in pain
gives me no pleasure, truly.

I'm just a guy doing his job.

And my job today is to get you
to walk out of here...

without handcuffs.

Oh, yeah? How's that gonna happen?

I offer you a deal.
You sign, you go home... simple as that.

This is a con... This is a confession.

Filled with lies.

We know that you were hired to
assassinate the Vice President.

We're not after you.

You sign this confession,
and you're on your merry way.

We just need your signature,

affirming the person who hired
you to kill Cyrus Beene was...

Mellie Grant.

Cyrus...

Man, wow.

You know, when that guy
goes for it, I mean...

Hijacking his own plane,
framing the President...

recruiting you.

Is it crowded in there? In his pocket?
It's gotta be jammed.

You know, your ability to concoct

such a detailed conspiracy
was really admirable.

But, unfortunately,

you aren't gonna be able to
lie your way out of here.

Your only ticket home
is punched with pen to paper.

I won't be used by Cyrus
to impeach the President.

I'm not a traitor.

You'd be a patriot, a liberator...

and a free man.

Once Cyrus Beene moves into
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue,

you walk out this door, fully pardoned.

Sign the confession, Charlie.

Go to hell.

He's all yours.

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- They took Charlie.
- I know.

There are Feds at QPA.

They've arrested Charlie,

and now they're packing it into boxes.

Quinn, I'm so sorry...

You know I don't give a damn
about Cyrus.

I don't care if he staged
a hijacking for publicity.

- He wants the Oval.
- And he can have it, for all I care,

but he can't have Charlie.

I understand.

You shouldn't have
gone behind our backs.

I didn't think you would take the case

if you knew it was for me.

You're right... we wouldn't have.

But now it's not only for you
anymore, is it?

What are you suggesting?

A partnership.

We have a common enemy,
and whatever our differences,

right now, we put them aside.

- Of course.
- And, Liv,

I want to make something clear. I am
doing this for Charlie, not for you.

Understand?

I do.

Then let's not waste any more time.

Cyrus Beene hijacked his own plane.

And now he's framing Charlie.

FITZ: This is a new low, even for Cyrus.

We need to tell Mellie
that Cyrus is coming for her.

And that Charlie's innocent.

A President can fix that, right?

It's a hard sell, politically.

Not if we can prove that
the special prosecutor

is in Cyrus's pocket.

Is that what we think?

Why is that so hard to believe?

Because it's Lonnie Mencken.
The man's record is impeccable.

Cyrus hijacked a plane,
framed an ex-spy,

and conflicted an attorney general
out of investigating him.

Do you really think he would leave

the appointment of
special prosecutor to chance?

Do you want to talk to Mellie
or should I?

I want Charlie alive, so not Liv.

While you're working on Mellie,

the rest of us can look into Lonnie,

see if we can find anything
that pries him away from Cyrus.

Whatever it takes
to bring Charlie home safely.

He didn't sign it?

I'm afraid not.

We knew he'd be a tough nut to crack.

These old spies,

they'll never do anything
they don't want to do.

All that damn training.

My men have training, too.

We need to be patient.

Is there anything else?

Wait.

We're doing this wrong.

It's not Charlie
we should be pressuring.

Hey.

What're you doing?

We'll be discussing
sensitive information.

We need privacy.

You can't be too careful

when everyone has a phone
in their pocket.

So you're back now?

For this, I'm back.

Okay.

Are we ready?

ABBY: Alonzo Mencken, 64,

former U.S. Attorney from the
Eastern District of Virginia.

Recently appointed Special Prosecutor

in charge of the investigation

into the hijacking of Air Force Two.

Ah. You know what he looks like.

Sorry. Couldn't find
any of your sticky paper.

Lonnie graduated top of
his class from Stanford Law,

where he met his wife.

They've managed to stay together
all these years,

for better or for worse...
and I mean worse.

Uh, 20 years ago, their only son, Adam,

was gunned down in
a mass shooting at a mall.

Adam was 9. He died in Lonnie's arms.

I remember this. It inspired him
to become a prosecutor.

He's dedicated his life

to keeping violent offenders
behind bars.

All the while earning a reputation
for being tough but fair.

I've protested a lot of
crooked prosecutors in my day

but never Mencken.

He's the epitome of
an honorable public servant.

So how does someone like that
end up in Cyrus Beene's pocket?

Money troubles, maybe?

Has he recently received
a C�zanne-sized delivery?

- C�zanne?
- We think Cyrus might've used

the C�zanne Glackland
gave him to fund...

We don't have to recap right now.

Does he have debts? Is he a gambler?

Has he made any large purchases?

Uh, he has a mortgage
and some credit-card debt...

nothing out of the ordinary.

No shady transactions,

no secret offshore bank accounts,

no large deliveries to his house.

His web history is Boresville, too...

no weird porn sites,

no late-night visits to Craigslist.

He even keeps his SafeSearch
on maximum setting.

The guy is a Goody Two-Shoes.

What?

Oh, damn it.

Don't worry. We'll keep at it...

No, it's... it's not that.
It's my nanny.

Robin's ear infection is flaring up.

She's screaming her little face off.

Charlie was supposed to
pick up the prescription drops,

but I guess he didn't get the chance.

Go. Do what you have to do.

Miss Perkins,
hope I'm not disturbing you.

Let me get this straight.

You'd like Charlie to sign a confession

that would frame the President
of the United States

for ordering him
to hijack Air Force Two,

all in an effort to stage
some horrifically calculated

assassination attempt on you?

More or less.

Yeah, there's no way in hell...

It isn't really asking too much,
now, is it?

Let Charlie go.

You want to help your boyfriend,
then you need to help me.

Convince Charlie to sign
the deal that's in front of him.

Do it while the poor guy

still has a hand left
to hold a pen, at least.

Oh, this usually works for you, right?

Strong-arming loved ones into
doing things against their will.

Not this time. You want my help?

- I am not gonna help you...
- I'm assuming you voted for her.

Had your cute little
"Future Is Female" T-shirt on

when you went to the polls that day,

'cause, you know, girl power
and all that crap.

You voted for Mellie Grant

despite everything you knew about her.

You want to talk about
the things I know?

Let's start with the things
I know about you.

This isn't about me.
I mean, it is, at the end of day,

but right here, right now,
it's about your loving, doting fianc�.

You're choosing Mellie Grant
over the father of your child?

This conversation's over.

What is it with you people
and Olivia Pope?!

For the love of...

It's like you're all
little wind-up toys,

aimlessly fluttering about.
After all this time?

This has nothing to do with Olivia Pope.

Quinn, come on!

Your intellect has always been
so remarkable.

Olivia Pope still believes
she has a shot

at getting back to the White House.

She needs Mellie Grant
to stay right where she is.

She doesn't care about poor Charlie.

She's already made her choice.

Isn't it time you made yours?

The number to a burner phone

that I'll have in my possession
for 24 hours.

If I don't hear from you, well...

my condolences to you
and your lovely family.

Where's Teddy?

Geraldine's bringing him
in a couple of minutes.

I was hoping we could
have a second to talk.

Oh, I'm a little busy, but... sure.

Do you have another case

you need the White House involved in?

I'm here to talk about Charlie.

Here we go.

He's innocent, Mellie.

Let me guess... Liv sent you.

Nobody sent me.

I'm here because
you need to know the truth.

The man you have in custody is innocent.

He had nothing to do with the hijacking.

This is all Cyrus.

Hoo-boy!

This just keeps getting
better and better.

Olivia is bored, isn't she?

No one wants to hire
the ousted Chief of Staff,

so she's now spinning delusional yarns

about the Vice President
hijacking his own plane?

He basically admitted it to her.

He planned the whole thing.

For what reason?

To give himself a spotlight.

He's gunning for your job, Mel,

and he's not waiting
till the end of your term.

Gunning for my job
by almost crashing his plane?

It doesn't make sense.

Do you have any evidence?

No.

Because you know what makes sense?

That Olivia paid Charlie, her old buddy,

and whoever else from that
gang of criminals she employs

to help her plan some elaborate coup,

and now she's trying to cover it
up because Charlie got caught.

Olivia has made serious missteps.

But she has always, in her way,

had your best interests at heart...

the country's best interests.

You know that.

Cyrus has motive to come after you,

and there is no way
Olivia would go to this length

to meddle with your administration.

Fitz, be careful...

or you will end up her accomplice.

And I have too much responsibility

to be a single parent.

She won't hear it...
not from me, at least.

She's got a lot of people
in her ear over there.

Yeah... Cyrus Beene and Jake.

She'd rather trust them
than listen to reason,

just because I...

Because you lied to her.

I don't blame her
for having her guard up.

All I'm saying is,
we can't blame Mellie.

We also can't give up on
getting through to her.

We need her on our side.

You have another idea?

She'll take a meeting with me.

I might be able to get through to her.

Set something up.

You okay?

You know you did good work in there.

In the White House.

Just because it ended badly...

I know.

We should get back to work.

HUCK: No red flags
on Lonnie's wife's phone,

and his brother's a dead end, too.

What if we look at it
from the other direction?

The C�zanne is missing.
Cyrus didn't just

stick a $100-million painting
in a closet.

ABBY: The White House logs are clean.

If he got the painting out,
it wasn't through the front door.

Could he have used his assistant?

Cyrus isn't that sloppy, but...

I'll check, just in case.

There you are.

Hey. How's Robin?

Fine.

Everything okay?

Quinn?

They're offering Charlie a deal.

What kind of deal?

Immunity, in exchange
for his cooperation.

Cooperation? But he didn't have
anything to do with the hijacking.

I know.

They want him to say
he did it for Mellie.

Did you talk to Lonnie Mencken?

- Who told you this?
- Cyrus.

Cyrus had the nerve to
bring this to you directly?

I'm in charge.

You want him to take the deal.

- Wouldn't you?
- No.

It saves Charlie's life.

While ruining Mellie's.

Ah.

Well, at least we know
what your priorities are,

not that I'm surprised.

- That's not fair.
- Is it not?

She's the President.

Quinn, Liv, clearly both of you are...

She's your President.

She's the trophy you won for
all your years of chasing power.

Look... even when she's kicked you out,

you won't let go of her.

That's not what this is about.

If we don't fight to stop this,

we're responsible for
whatever comes next.

Don't be so grandiose.

You guys, can't we discuss this
a little bit more calmly?

Quinn, this is about right
and wrong, about democracy...

You lost your right
to give moral lectures

when you ordered your father
to shoot me in a basement!

And it's not about
right and wrong, Olivia.

And it's not about democracy.

This is about family...
our family, not yours.

Mr. Vice President, are you happy

a suspect has been brought into custody?

MAN: Can you give us any more details
about the investigation?

Would you like to
send a message to the suspect?

Right now I'm putting all my faith

in Special Prosecutor Mencken.

I survived that hijacking for a reason,

and it's not to stand here

and send vindictive messages
to the hijacker.

I got a job to do, folks,
and I've got to get back to it.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Thank you. We will.

Next time we will. Thank you.

Okay. Bye-bye. Thank you.

It's a possibility, I suppose.

But the... the Vice President
masterminding

a hijacking of his own plane for...what?

His turn on the nightly shows?

To start building his campaign.
To take over my job.

Even for Cyrus, it's a little...

Do you have a reason to suspect him?

How did Olivia get to you?

I'm not saying that he's guilty,
but it's worth ruling out.

And so it begins.

Did you know that Cyrus told
a bunch of press this morning

that he survived the hijacking
for a "reason"?

Like he'd been anointed or something.

We were pushing him out.

There's only one person we pushed out,

and now you're trying to
let her back in.

- Who's running this Oval?
- I am.

And I want you to look into Cyrus.

- Madam President...
- Jake.

Do it.

Huck.

I didn't know you were in here.

Is there something you wanted?

That woman in the conference room.

Was that Olivia?

When you say "Olivia"...?

The old Olivia.

From before all the bad stuff happened.

What do you think?

I think it looks like her.

I think it talks like her.

But I don't trust myself

because I know how badly
I want it to be true.

And I might just be seeing
things that aren't really there.

What do you see?

I see the old Olivia, too.

Okay.

Okay.

Here's the thing, though.

I want that Olivia back
as much as you do.

So maybe we're both seeing things.

You feel like I do.

I feel like you do.

Yes?

Mr. Vice President,
do you have a moment?

For you? Always.

Something on your mind?

Well, I had a chat with
the Deputy Attorney General.

- Did you?
- I did.

He seems to be under the impression

that Lonnie Mencken found
his way onto the hijacking case

based on your recommendation.

Is... Is that a fact?

Well, I'm not sure. That's why I'm here.

Just happened to run into the...

the Deputy Attorney General, did you?

Or maybe it wasn't happenstance?

Maybe you reached out to him
because you heard a rumor.

Yes?

Well, Admiral, let me assure you.

Rumors are true.

I confess.

I hijacked my own plane.

Well...

I have to say this isn't how I
was expecting this to go at all.

Tell you the truth, me, either.

But I'm sure you have a pair of scissors

or some other lethal office supply

hidden in your jacket pocket

that you planned to threaten me
with to get me to talk.

So, let's skip that part, shall we?

It's boring and a waste of time.

Let's get right to the good stuff.

Which is...?

The part where I tell you...

that I have a plan...

a plan that ends with me planted firmly

behind the desk in the Oval Office.

A plan that also includes a job for you

in the Beene administration.

You think I'm going to work for you?

I think you're going to work with me.

If that's part of your plan,

I have to tell you it's flawed.

Ha, maybe, but... I don't think so.

You can refuse my offer, but if you do,

you will doom yourself to a life
as a second-class citizen.

You can take me down,
cast me out, save the day.

But you'll still never be
anything more to Mellie

than a consolation prize...

the thing she got
when she couldn't have Liv.

Just like you were
Liv's consolation prize...

the thing she got
when she couldn't have Fitz.

Second place.

Second choice.

You're investigating me because
Liv put a bug in Mellie's ear.

You out me?

You prove Liv right.

Their bond begins to mend,

and it's only a matter of time
before they're a team again.

Mellie gets her first choice back.

And if that happens, you're out.

I know you don't like me.

Hell, I don't particularly like you.

But I've seen the future, Jake.

It's us.

Or it's them.

Those are the only options.

You seem fairly certain of that.

I am.

And you will be, too.

Once you've really taken
some time to consider my offer.

Admiral.

Don't take too long
to make up your mind.

This offer's only available,
as they say, for a limited time.

Mr. Attorney General,
you wanted to see me?

Yes. Thought I'd check in on you,

see how the investigation is going.

Please, have a seat.

Well, you know I can't discuss

any of the details of
the investigation with you.

Well, I was just wondering
if you needed a sounding board.

I think I'm gonna go now.

Before I have to charge
the Attorney General

of the United States
with obstruction of justice.

The suspect you're questioning
down there is innocent.

- You know that.
- No. I don't know that.

What I do know is that
that nameless thug

worked on Mellie Grant's campaign,

for a firm founded by her former
chief of staff,

a campaign that ended, you may recall,

with the assassination of

Mellie Grant's Democratic opponent

and the wrongful arrest of Cyrus Beene.

Coincidence?

Perhaps.

But I can also put this
"Charlie" on the tarmac

the day that Rashad was assassinated.

And I can link him
to the virus responsible for

the attack on
Vice President Beene's plane.

Frankly, I've never prosecuted

a more open-and-shut case in my career.

I stood in front of the American
people, and I vouched for you.

You also told them that you were

recusing yourself
from this investigation.

Why are you doing this?

Does Cyrus have something on you?

Or are my friends right,
and you've suddenly developed

an interest in Post-Impressionist art?

A very disturbed young man...

someone who shouldn't even have been

walking the streets
in the first place...

once entered a superstore
and legally purchased

half a dozen semiautomatic
killing machines.

A week later,
I was with my boy in the mall.

He was picking out presents
for his birthday.

That same young man was there.

My boy was shot twice...

once in the abdomen,

once in the chest, puncturing his lung.

I told him he'd be okay,

even as he was drowning
in his own blood.

The very last words
I said to my son were a lie.

Is that what this is about? Adam?

Mellie Grant may be
the most progressive Republican

we've had in office in a century.

She's pro-choice, pro-immigration,

she got free college passed,
for crying out loud.

But in one way,
she's exactly like the rest.

Mellie loves her guns.

Here we go again.

You all are like a bunch of
door-to-door salesmen.

You keep knocking,

no matter how many times
I tell you I don't want any.

But what if Liv is right
and Cyrus is coming after you?

And what if there's a reason
why the people who

care about you the most
are the ones who keep knocking?

Unless I get hard evidence,

there is no way that I am
buying in just on Olivia's word.

Olivia isn't trying to trick you.

She's trying to save you.

How can you trust her?

Just like that?

You remember what she did to you?

You mean what she did to us?

I remember.

Got me the press secretary job

so she could plant
in your head I was using you.

Mm-hmm.

But do you remember why she did that?

Because she's a condescending,
small person.

A condescending, small person

who was trying to make you president,

who succeeded at making you president,

who right now is trying to
keep you president.

She lied to my face
multiple times, Marcus.

To my face.

I know.

But you also miss her, don't you?

This job... It's...

The fight is endless.

And it's even harder

if you don't have somebody
in your corner.

I miss having her in my corner.

I miss her.

I do.

Olivia is still in your corner.

- I know she is.
- Mm.

And so am I.

I will always be in your corner.

That doesn't belong to you anymore.

I know.

Thank you for meeting me.

It's hard to look at, isn't it?

They really trashed the place.

They did.

They don't care about us.

They were doing their jobs.
It isn't personal.

That's exactly what scares me.

It's a machine...

a giant meat grinder,
and Charlie's inside it.

Can you blame me for
trying to pull him out?

Of course not. But...

Never mind.

We don't need to go over it all again.

Well, maybe we do.

"If Quinn has to die for the Republic,

then she has to die."

You said that.

Republic.

What is that, even?

What ideal is so pure
that it can justify hundreds,

thousands of people dying
to keep it intact?

The United States of America.

A nation built on the idea that

its citizens are its best stewards.

Its citizens?

Or its anointed band
of secret assassins?

It doesn't mean I was right.
I was wrong.

What happened that day...

I tried to tell myself
it was for the Republic,

but that was a lie.

It was for me.

For my own ambitions.

I thought I could fix the world

with just a few smart chess moves.

I thought the ends justified the means.

But then you came along
talking about justice,

and I was afraid
you would screw it all up.

I would have screwed it all up.

You had every right to.

I'm sorry, Quinn.

Sorrier than you can ever imagine.

What it must feel like for you now...

for... for me to stand there
and tell you

that Charlie shouldn't take the
deal because of some principle.

- It's...
- I know it's wrong.

Asking him to confess
to a crime he didn't commit,

but we are not choosing between
right and wrong here, Liv.

We're choosing between
being wrong and being dead.

I know.

My gut is telling me

that we have to protect Mellie.

Letting her be framed for treason?

It's not right.

The problem is
I don't trust my gut anymore.

I, of all people,
have no right to tell you

to stake Charlie's life on an idea.

The truth is I don't...

I don't know anymore
what's right, what's wrong.

What I do know...

is I still trust you.

Unlike me, you never lost your way.

That's why I called you tonight.

That's what I wanted to say to you.

Whatever you choose,

I will support.

It's your call, Quinn.

It has to be.

Miss Perkins.

I've given it some thought.

I can't tell Charlie
to sign that confession.

It isn't right.

How adorable.

And how considerate of you to call.

Unfortunately for you,
I no longer need your help.

What does that mean?

It means I've made
alternate arrangements.

Thank you for the call, Miss Perkins.

- Enjoy the rest of your evening.
- Oh, oh, wait!

Shall we?

It's about time you guys figured
out a way to get me out of here.

I'm scared my money maker's
starting to look like a Picasso.

- Got a mirror?
- Charlie.

Toss me the keys
for these things, will you?

I'm not here to get you out.

Not you, too.

Jake.

We need you to take the deal.

If you don't sign...

What?

You're gonna torture me?

Look at my face.

Look at it.

You think there's anything else
they could possibly do to me?

Anything you could do to me?

Not to you.

My assignment is to make you
sign the confession.

By any means necessary.

Don't you go anywhere near her!

No, unh-unh!

You do not get to do that.
How dare you try to put this on me?

You think I want to kill Quinn?
I like Quinn.

Hell, even you're on
my nice list these days,

present circumstances excluded.

The last thing I want to do is
make your baby girl an orphan.

But Cyrus made his call to the bullpen,

and he brought in his closer.

So now I'm here to close.

I can't just take down
the president like that.

You can. And you will.
You know how I know that?

Because I was at the funeral.

I stood next to you
the first time you buried Quinn,

shooting those bullets into the ground.

I saw how much loved her,
how much you needed her.

It's the reason why rule number
one is rule number one.

I said it to Quinn, myself,

the day I welcomed her
into B613... no family.

When you break rule number one,
you lose control.

And when you lose control,
someone else takes it.

I took it.

I am in control.

I'm not asking you to
sign the confession, Charlie.

You have no choice, no control.

You will sign it.

'Cause if you don't,

you won't have control of

when Quinn actually goes in the ground.

But I will.

Hmm.

Mm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Good morning, Mr. Walker.

- Hmm.
- Good morning, Ms. President.

I prefer Madam.

- Hmm.
- Mm.

Oh! Um, Madam President.

Rachel, what is it?

Madam President.

Lonnie Mencken just served me
with a subpoena.

A subpoena. For me.

Because apparently,
Charlie is saying I hired him!

A person with no last name

is accusing me of hijacking that plane,

and people are actually believing him.

There is something very,
very wrong here,

something very, very Cyrus Beene.

We need to handle this immediately.

Get rid of the special
prosecutor, bury the subpoena...

I don't think that's wise.

Jake, are you hearing me?

The President of the
United States has been served.

The press will be on this any minute,

and when they are,
stock markets crash, polls sink.

This administration is going down.

No, Madam President.

You're going down.

B613 no longer serves you,

and I don't think it's wise

to take on the special
prosecutor without it.

But you and Olivia
can take your chances.

Olivia was right.

She was right about the whole
thing, and you were wrong.

I'm sorry,
did you get your feelings hurt

because a woman did the job
better than you did,

or is this because I didn't want
to hold hands in the Oval?

I need you right now!

I tried to be an adviser to you,

to give you my loyalty,
but you didn't want that.

Good luck to you.

Jake!

Earth-shattering news out of
the Justice Department today.

Sources there report
that Lonnie Mencken,

the special prosecutor
leading the investigation

of the hijacking of Air Force Two,

has issued a subpoena
to President Grant.

No comment from the White House
at this time,

but the swiftness of this
action has many wondering

what information
Mencken may have uncovered

from the suspect
arrested earlier this week

and what role the president herself

may have played in the hijacking.

You okay?

I'm sorry, Huck.

We haven't lost yet.

I'm not talking about that.

That was the old Liv.

The one who did all those things.

She's gone now.

Right?

I have to go.

Wait.

We've all done bad things.

We've all hurt people.

I need you to do something for me.

It's what you do next that matters.

Be my Command again.

Kill Cyrus Beene.

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