Scandal

I see a car in my rear view mirror.

I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around and they're gone.

Previously on "Scandal"...

She could be getting into something possibly dangerous.

With work.

So Albatross, the mole, the man who killed Wendy...

he's the one who leaked their names to the terrorists.

You can't tell anyone it came from me,

and you can't bring it to the C.I.A.

An anonymous source sent them to my office this morning.

That meeting isn't on my schedule.

It's so late at night and three times a week.

Who is it?

He's not cheating on me, Cy. He's cheating on you.

The mole is not in the agency. The C.I.A. Is clean on this.

Thank you, Osborne.

He can't know we're on to him.

His name's Jake Ballard.

He's a naval intelligence officer

with the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

Put him under the microscope, see what you find.

- The more dirt, the better. - It'd help to know why I'm doing this.

He sleeping with your husband?

In a manner of speaking, yes.

So this source of yours... The one who gave you

the fax transmissions on the Kashfari hostages...

Yeah?

You think there's more blood in that stone?

There might be. Why do you ask?

I want you to look into it.

Me? Don't you have a building in Langley that does that?

I do, but so far all they've done

is rule themselves out as the leak.

- You need some backup. - I need some backup.

Someone I can trust.

Which these days... it's a very short list.

And who knows? If things go well,

maybe we find a place for you here

that's a little more official.

Scandal 02x17 Snake in the Garden Original Air Date March 28, 2013

So I've been thinking...

about your family.

It's just it's been a while since you had one

- to, you know, watch. - Slow down.

What? The speed limit is like...

You have to keep at least 100 feet between us and them.

Slow down.

Anyway, I just thought maybe we could find you

a new family.

Look, I know they were special, Huck,

but every family's special in their own little way,

- don't you think? - He's turning left.

Next street. And don't forget to signal.

When you don't signal, it draws attention.

So, what do you say?

I say we've been following Osborne for a week,

and he hasn't made a drop the entire time,

hasn't been to the dry cleaners even once,

and he's driving a new route tonight,

which is very, very strange.

So, what do you see?

Osborne's on his way to a new drop?

Mnh-mnh.

- We've been made? - We've been made.

We haven't been made. What makes you think we've been made?

You see that apartment building up ahead?

- Yeah. Wait, isn't that... - Olivia's.

- We've been made. - We've been made.

Director Osborne. To what do I owe...

- Who hired you? - Excuse me?

You're having me followed.

Unless you have a crush on me, I assume there's a reason.

What's the reason?

Director Osborne, all due respect...

Who hired you?!

Do you really think we don't have a file on you?

The woman who's had her finger in every pile of dirt

that gets dumped on this town? It's a damned encyclopedia.

Yes, I'd like to report a break-in.

I asked you a question,

and I am waiting for an answer.

Check my file.

Half my clients have your pay grade or higher,

which means half my clients would happily intervene

on my behalf and kick your ass

in whatever special way their office allows,

which is why I suggest, Director Osborne,

you leave my apartment immediately.

This isn't over.

- Oh... - Are you okay?

Yeah.

- Wow. - Yeah.

Really? Nowhere else to put him? He's safest here.

Oh, come on!

David walked into someone ransacking

his apartment last night. Oh, God, is he...

Fine. Shaken but fine.

Do you think it was Osborne looking for the flash drive?

I think Osborne sent someone else to do his dirty work,

because last night the man was too busy threatening me.

- So he's on to us? - He's on to us.

- So what next? - We lie low. We back off.

We don't take on the director of the C.I.A.

without solid proof he's the mole.

In the meantime, we have a client coming in.

- Who's the client? - You've been on an all-night stakeout.

Why don't you go home and get some sleep?

I'm not tired. I can work.

Wait... who's the client?

I'd apologize for being late,

but, hell, I'm not that tardy, and I ain't that sorry.

Darlin', if you'd do me the kindness

and rustle ol' Hollis up a coffee black as Texas crude

with three sugars sweet as you,

I'd be much obliged.

This is my favorite ex-wife Debora.

All he would tell me is you're a bunch of specialized lawyers.

Don't think for one second I'm renegotiating the divorce contract.

You deserve every penny, Honey.

I'm afraid we got a whole other cat to skin.

Please, daddy.

Just do what he says or he swears he's gonna kill me.

He wants you...

he wants you to wire $20 million

to this routing number and account number...

Or he swears you'll never see me again.

He says...

he says if you go to the police,

you'll never see me again.

He says if you do anything other than what he's asking,

you'll never see me again.

Please, daddy.

I'm so scared. I just want to come home.

Just do what he says, or else he'll hurt me!

Help...

Only thing she forgot to do is thank the damn academy.

What is the matter with you?

Y'all weren't buying that little performance?

That there is nothing more than the fruits

of the six years of film school, acting class, scene study,

and whatever in hell else Maybelle wanted to take

and I was a damn fool to pay for.

I had myself a good ol' laugh

when I got it in my mail last night.

You have been sitting on this since last night?

Our daughter, our... baby has been kidnapped,

and you waited 12 hours to tell anyone?!

Maybelle Doyle, 25,

youngest of Hollis' eight children

and only daughter with his fourth ex-wife,

Manhattan power player Debora Clarkson.

Apple fall far from the tree? Evil tree, rotten apple.

Imagine a pretty, young, spoiled Hollis Doyle

on pills and coke and speed.

Darlin', our baby is a drug addict,

a user who's trying to bleed me dry,

and the only way left since I cut her off without a cent

after that... what was it now? Fourth?

No, fifth stint in rehab.

So you don't believe your daughter was kidnapped?

- No, sir, I do not. - - How can...

You saw that video. She's not lying.

She's terrified.

Hollis, I advise you take a moment to fully consider.

Ain't nothing to consider, ponder, or cogitate on.

That child has bled me dry her whole life.

Now she's just at it again,

on a bigger scale with fancier dramatics.

After getting kicked out of Georgetown for cheating,

daddy bought her a big, fancy penthouse next door

to keep her out of trouble... And it worked for a while.

Then Maybelle met Justin Turner at a club.

Just as rich, just as useless.

They started dealing, forging checks, stealing cars.

Think Bonnie and Clyde on pills and coke and speed.

Even it wasn't a hoax, I got me eight kids

with five wives.

If I paid up, they'd just come take the rest.

Pretty soon I'd be stuck working the drive-thru

at Gettysburger just to pay ransoms.

This is not hypothetical. This is happening.

This is our daughter!

Miss Pope, please.

Our hands are tied if we can't go to the authorities.

We'll do our best to get your daughter home safely,

but I'm gonna need you to cooperate.

Hollis, I need your full participation in this.

Oh, don't get me wrong.

- I want y'all to get my Maybelle back. - But?

But... it'll be a cold day in hell

before I pay one red cent for that gal's heinie.

- We have a men's room. - Same pipes. What's the difference?

I really need to explain to you why you spitting your plaque

and your food bits all over my kitchen is a problem?

You need to explain to me why the devil

- is suddenly our client. - He needs help.

Why not help the murderer you rigged an election with?

It's the Christian thing to do.

- Gladiator. - Suit. Yeah.

Yeah, I know.