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Previously on "Scandal"...
- What? - I have Quinn Perkins.
I want my bones back.
Perkins' life... or my freedom.
Try me.
- - Oh, God!
- -
Yes. I'd like to report a fire.
I-I don't know.
It's that lot out past the warehouse.
Please hurry.
Someone could get hurt.
Metro PD got an anonymous 911 call last night.
They discovered the body in a stolen car.
The fire was still burning.
CSU was only able to get a partial dental impression.
But they did find blood and hair
in the trunk with the remains.
It's Quinn.
Official cause of death is two gunshot wounds...
one to the chest, one in the head.
Oh, my God. Her dress.
Give it to me.
What about the baby? Was it...
Yes, it was.
Charlie...
Tell me what you need.
Robin.
I'm sorry. I can't...
We were gonna name the baby Robin...
our baby girl.
Liv.
Everyone...
...I am so sorry for this immensely tragic loss.
I wanted to express my sympathies
to each and every one of you,
for whatever it's worth.
Madam President, that is very kind.
Charlie, right?
Uh, ma'am.
Quinn worked on my campaign.
She was always so lovely.
If there is anything that you need,
anything at all,
please let me know.
I really appreciate that, ma'am.
This was the work of a monster.
It is unfathomable.
Madam President, I'll head back with you.
I know there are many pressing issues...
Nonsense, Olivia.
I know there are arrangements that need to be made.
You stay here.
Take all the time you need.
Be with your family.
Thank you.
I'm thinking of you, Charlie.
- Sir? - Huh?
The FBI reached out asking when's the best time
to give you the briefing you requested.
I don't need the briefing.
I'm sure they're pursuing every possible lead.
Yes, sir.
H-Hannah.
Any update on Glackland's arrival time?
Mr. Glackland's jet lands at 6:50 tonight.
Thank you.
Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.
I had the most spectacular lunch last month
at the Japanese embassy.
Do you think you could track down
the name of the chef for me?
I hate this. I know.
You don't have to pick one of those.
They have more options in here.
What about something like this?
Mm, no. It's too basic.
- I think it's elegant. - No, it's nice.
It's just not right. It's not Quinn.
None of this stuff is.
You know, I had a mentor in Argentina,
this old spy.
He'd been everywhere and he'd done everything
and he always said that when... when he passed,
he wanted to have all of his ashes loaded into bullets
and fired into his enemies.
Quinn loved that story.
It's certainly badass, but...
- Insane. - I was gonna say extreme.
Charlie, we can't... turn Quinn into ammunition.
Why not? I've buried people...
You know, a lot of people.
I mean, what's the difference between what I used to do
and what you guys want to do with Quinn?
A fancy box and a few thousand dollars.
No. Quinn deserves more than this.
She died a warrior.
She would want to go out like one.
Just, forget it.
Charlie...
...are you sure?
Of course I'm sure.
Then that's what we'll do.
Someone should write a eulogy.
Will you?
- Hey. - Hey. I'm... heading home.
Charlie asked me to write the eulogy, so...
He has an idea for the burial... bullets.
Oh, Quinn loved that story.
Yeah.
Anyway...
Did Quinn ever mention anything about a hairpin?
What?
It's in the coroner's report...
some antique hairpin
that managed to stay partially intact despite...
I don't remember her ever mentioning it,
and we went over every detail planning the wedding.
Ring any bells?
No.
Sorry.
You're in for a treat.
I borrowed the chef from the Japanese embassy.
I'm so happy you're back.
Fentsie, what... what... what is it?
What's the matter?
It's over, okay?
We're done.
Fentsie, you're... you're joking, right?
This is a joke.
I keep trying to tell you,
you have a terrible sense of humor.
I'm sorry, Cyrus.
Goodbye.
It was beautiful,
the way the light was hitting the glass,
the cracks.
You know how they're able
to shoot those amazing little prisms around the room,
when the sun hits them just right?
They were everywhere.
I had it all timed out...
perfectly...
right when David was about
to announce the two of you husband and wife.
You would have loved it.
It was a beautiful wedding, Quinn.
When it was me,
when someone hurt me,
you found them.
And you did what you had to do.
I'm gonna do the same for you, Quinn.
I promise.
Your bones, as promised.
Hope they were worth it.
Didn't have to end this way, son.
It didn't, but you made a choice...
to kill Quinn.
I didn't have a choice. Olivia did.
I told her my demands
and clearly stated the consequences
of what failing to meet said demands would be.
Instead of taking me seriously, she tested me.
She belittled me, and she enjoyed it.
She gambled with Quinn Perkins' life
to deprive me of the only sliver of joy I had left.
So maybe you should ask Olivia
if these bones were worth it.
Time will tell.
- She lost her friend. - And I lost my child.
She, too, is dead, so...
there are no winners here.
I just heard.
How are you?
Quinn's dead.
I'm great.
If you hadn't gone running to Mellie,
if you'd left like I told you to...
Maybe we should talk about this inside.
...if I'd had a chance to solve things
rather than be tattled on by a child...
Why are you here?
I'm here because I'm your friend.
M... My...
You are all kinds of things,
but you are not my...
I don't want you for my friend.
You come here with your booze
and your condolence calling,
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