Scandal

We're done.

What?

I'm letting you go.

Previously on "Scandal"... David Rosen!

Why is Quinn Perkins' dead ex-boyfriend,

calling one of the grant administration's biggest donors

11 times the week he's blown to bits?

Wake up and smell the cover-up, Abby.

This is a conspiracy. Who knows how high up it goes?

I hear we have a David Rosen issue.

That we do, Livvie. That we do.

I can't be here. I shouldn't be here.

I am out of the White House. The press could see me.

I am risking everything. Everything.

We are all risking everything.

Would you rather we met inside the White House?

Does that feel less like a felony to you?

Secret service is outside that door.

Please do not shout the word "felony" in this room.

We wouldn't even be in this room if it weren't for Hollis.

Now, now, just a minute.

We all jumped off the bridge together. Heck, we held hands.

She means after the bridge and the hand-holding,

when you went rogue.

You freelanced, Hollis.

You're damn right I freelanced. There's a big old mess,

and hell if anyone else is gonna clean it up.

Now we can sit here all night twisting my nipples,

over something I did to protect you ingrates,

or we can address the fact that if David Rosen

finds the connection between Cytron and Doyle Energy,

every one of us here is about three goose eggs shy

of spending the rest of their lives in prison.

Am I making myself clear?

We still have a David Rosen problem!

So what do we do? What can we do?

Happy to freelance one more time.

Do not say that in my presence ever again.

Oh, someone's gotten ruffles on her panties

since she entered the White House.

Hollis, show some respect. She's the first lady.

- Who knows that better than me? - I'll fix it.

What?

What's that, Livvie?

Our David Rosen problem... I'll fix it.

Good to see you. How have you been?

You're not speaking to me.

I find when I've been called in by my boss,

for the sole purpose of being fired...

which is, by the way, rude... it's rude to make someone

come to the office so you can fire him.

- F.Y.I... - David...

I find that when I am dragged into work to be fired,

it's best to adhere to the "if you can't say

something nice, don't say anything at all" rule

I learned from my mother.

- David... - Do I have to clear out my desk, or do you have my stuff

- in a nice sturdy box already? - David, you're about to feel very bad

because I'm not firing you.

Right. Wait.

You're not?

No, I went out on a limb. Pulled a few strings,

told the powers that be that David Rosen is

a brilliant A.U.S.A.,

my best A.U.S.A., and that I need him,

and that he's ready to come off of suspension

and make a new start,

that he's done obsessing about the past or Olivia Pope.

Am I wrong to say that?

This is a good group.

Yeah.

I go to a lot of groups...

A.A., N.A., D.A.

G.A. Hey, I guess if there was a self-help A.,

I'd go to that one, too.

This one's the best, though,

'cause I really like the people in it.

And I'd really like to spend more time with some of them,

you know, outside the meetings,

'cause I like the people in this group... some of them...

A lot.

Uh...

Becky, do you wanna...

go out with you sometime?

Yes.

This is my number.

I'm free tomorrow night.

Edison, what did I just say? Tomorrow night's no good.

Because I do not want to go out with you.

No, I don't. I don't.

Okay, fine. Call me later.

- What's she doing? - He's gonna call back.

- How do you know? - Because Edison Davis has serious game.

Yes, it is later. Cute.

No. Tonight's no good either because I'm working.

And I do not want to go out with you. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

(Beep)

Okay. No matter what we see when we walk in that room,

no one makes a face, no one cracks a smile,

no one says a witty joke.

- She's talking about you. - Shut up.

Okay, see, the muddy footprints?

Husband came in right here, stopped.

This guy here? Our friendly neighborhood rapist.

Husband sees the guy on top of his wife.

They were on the floor?

On the counter. You can tell by the blood splatter.

Two beautiful shots fired through the pericardium,

right to the heart.

One, two. Dead in seconds. Now what? We call the police?

Not unless we want a thousand news vans

out on the front lawn within minutes.

Liv, how do you want to play this?

Are you ready to tell me what happened, governor?

(Projector and camera shutter clicking)

And as soon as I walked in, I saw...

I saw... he was on top of her.

Joan saw me and started shouting for help,

saying "stop. Please stop."

I just... I-I grabbed my gun and I shot him...

I shot the man raping my wife.

He was our contractor.

He'd been our contractor for over two years.

He built this house from scratch.

You hire someone, you let them into your home,

you think they can be trusted.

You never expect them to...

Your damn contractor.

Where'd you get the gun?

(Projector and camera shutter click)

Back cupboard. I keep hunting rifles, a few pistols.

I'm sure you remember from the election.

The gun-friendly democrat.

Abby, will you take Mrs. Reston upstairs?

She could use some rest.

Her hair is wet.

She showered.

So?

So a shower makes a rape exam negligible.

It means we have nothing.

I thought I made myself clear on the phone.

My wife was raped an hour ago, Ms. Pope.

I'm supposed to tell her she can't shower the guy off?

Not to mention, your bourbon's out.

One wet glass. You've been drinking.

Hey, again, my wife was raped. I shot her rapist.

I-I think that warrants a drink.

Governor, I know this is a terrible time for you,

and I understand how you feel about me,

but if we're going to work together,

if I'm going to help you here, you follow my rules.

It's up to you. You know what's at stake.

You've seen what I can do.

You're the best.

Don't I know it.

Get Jane Powell on the phone... Home or cell only.

She's the new A.U.S.A., David Rosen's replacement.

Never been to the playground with her before.

Let's see how well she shares.

Huck, make sure there's no trace of us in that kitchen.

We've only been here minutes.

What did she mean,

"you've seen what I can do?"

The governor was 10 points ahead of president Fitzgerald

six weeks before the national election.

Yeah, I remember.

Who do you think took all those points away?

(Projector and camera shutter clicking)

Is Mrs. Reston asleep?

She's lying down. She took a sedative.

- Quinn, you didn't leave her with... - I gave her one. Took the rest with me.

- Good job. - Ms. Pope, Jane Powell, Assistant U.S. Attorney.

I understand you're working with the governor and his wife.

I need to question them. Mrs. Reston is sleeping,

and the governor's still in shock.

So sad. I understand. How about later today?

How about my office, noon?

Make it 1:00.

They should try to get as much rest as possible.

It's the governor of Maryland. I've been told to be discreet.

That was easy.

You'd be surprised

what powerful people can get away with behind closed doors.

We need to craft a statement. Why is she here?

- We need her, Alison. - Actually, we don't need her,

and after all the dirty tricks she pulled during the election,

- we sure as hell can't trust her. - I'm happy to go home.

Now hold on. Alison, you're a spokesperson, not a fixer.

We need a fixer. Olivia, you were saying?

Paper statement... brief, basic.

"We're grateful to the people of Maryland for their support

"and ask them to respect our privacy

as we handle this family tragedy."

- This tragedy is an opportunity. - Alison...

What the governor did was heroic. We need to set

- that narrative... - "We're grateful to the people of Maryland

"for their support and ask them to respect our privacy

as we handle this family tragedy."

Basic, boilerplate,