Scandal

[JANET JACKSON'S "WHEN I THINK OF YOU" PLAYS]

Hi.

Hi.

You want to go to Vermont?

What?

We could have more than just a night, Liv.

We could have a weekend.

A long weekend.

Huck, w-why are you here?

We know, Liv.

"We"?

Have a seat.

Charlie, stop!

He's protecting me!

- What? - Shh.

Shh.

Charlie. Please.

Say something.

Look, I know it's a lot to take in.

But just... Talk to me.

You're... You're alive.

I...

You're actually alive.

Yes. See, I'm fine.

Look. I'm right here.

- Why the hell didn't you call me?! - I told you, we...

Do you have any idea how many people I almost killed,

thinking you were dead?

Cyrus' boyfriend?

Th-The whole staff of the Bashrani Embassy?

I went to your funeral!

- And you couldn't pick up the damn phone?! - Charlie!

Do you have any idea what I've been through?

You were dead. I was alone.

- I had... - Yes, but it's over now.

Isn't it?

Come on, Charlie.

Come and meet our daughter.

You're going to have to say that again.

Olivia killed Rashad.

Is there proof?

I think Quinn Perkins had some.

Quinn Perkins?

You're saying Liv is responsible for Quinn?

Madam President, I'm saying...

Liv's responsible for all of it.

- -

Rachel, I need to see Olivia Pope.

She's not in yet.

- - Find her.

Did you kill Quinn?

- Answer the question. - We're not doing this.

No one's looking to punish you.

- Not if we don't have to. - We're trying to help you.

Help me. Really.

So this is what?

An intervention?

Think of this as a second chance, Liv.

Leave the White House.

Give up B613.

And David won't prosecute.

I don't believe this.

Quinn recorded you that night.

Abby and David found the tape.

You killed Quinn.

Admit it.

Quinn's death wasn't on me.

How can you say that?

How can I say that?

B613 was handling a situation.

Quinn should have trusted that B613,

that I was only doing what was absolutely necessary.

You people really need to stop looking at me like that.

Like what?

The monster that you really are?

Liv... you got to know

that what you're saying, it's not right.

What I know

is that there is not a person in here

who hasn't had to get their hands a little bit dirty

at one point or another.

Isn't that right, Abby?

What I know is that Huck, of all people,

isn't actually the one

who's calling me a monster right now.

Because that would just be...

I can't even begin to...

What I know is that after everything Fitz has done,

after everything that has been done in his name...

He's not honestly

going to get up on his soapbox and judge me. Is he?

You can try to justify your actions as much as you want.

This ridiculous house that you built for the two of us

should have been made from glass, Fitz,

because from where I'm standing...

Your cheap shots and low blows aren't gonna work, Liv.

- You're not getting it. - Neither are you.

You don't have any power here!

I've instructed my Secret Service

to keep you from leaving.

You will stay here for however long it takes.

This is insane.

Give us what we're asking for.

Your phone's also been disabled.

E-mails, texts, calls...

None of it'll work.

I'll start the process of filing charges.

Don't do this.

Then give us what we're asking for.

Isn't this just a little old hat by now, Fitz?

Making me your prisoner?

You sure you wanna do that again?

So long as you continue to pose a threat to others?

To yourself, to the country? Yes. I'm sure.

You all need to wake up.

You all need to realize that this isn't...

Why am I wasting my breath?

Hi. You've reached Olivia Pope.

Please leave a message.

Hey. Just callin' to see if you're coming in today.

Uh, give me a call.

How did you get in here?

Same way you did, Jake. Through the door.

Ha. Funny.

But you shouldn't be in here.

Why?

Because I'm not supposed to know about this place?

I'm the President of the United States of America.

The White House is my house.

Or is it because I'm not supposed to know what you people do in here?

I can't be implicated in Rashad's assassination

if I'm unaware that my own Chief of Staff ordered it.

Rashad? You're kidding.

Madam President, I assure you, we had nothing...

Enough.

I want to know why Rashad had to die.

I don't know what you want me to say.

Like I said...

I'm not asking you for an answer.

Why would I? You're her dog.

This is me, pinning a note to your collar

and sending you back to your master.

You tell her I want her back here,

standing in front of me, looking me in the eye.

Otherwise, I will fill in this pool.

With cement. And you will be in it.

Yeah, I think there's something's wrong with her.

Maybe we should get her to a doctor.

- For crying?

Charlie, babies cry. That's why we do this...

Okay.

It's not Stevie.

But it works.

The things we do...