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Jake? Make some noise for me. Anything.

Jake. Come on. Make some noise for me.

Oh, they got you.

Ohh, we let them get you.

Huck: Hey, what's going on? Quinn!

Jake's dead.

Jake is dead. They killed him. And he's dead.

I was making coffee, and he was just laying here.

Stab wounds, chest, abdomen, but no major organs.

It doesn't matter what organs. Huck, they got him.

They got him here in O.P.A.,

which means this was a message, a present from Liv's father.

They're coming for us, for all of us.

He's still warm.

Warm enough? So what?

You think that means they must have just done this?

Do you think whoever did this is still here?

Warm enough.

Olivia: We're here. Keep pressing down on 'em.

Which one? There are a lot of stab wounds here. The big one?

- Every one you can. - Where can we take him?

I've called every contact I know, but they've all ghosted.

How long till an ambulance gets here?

- There's not gonna be an ambulance. - What?

Huck, he's losing a lot of blood. He won't last like this.

- What about Charlie? - You know where Charlie is?

What are you doing? Dialing 911.

I'm calling an ambulance because, in America,

we don't let our friends just bleed out

on some conference room table.

If Jake goes to a hospital,

a digital trail is created from an MRI,

billing, a chart, or even just a security camera,

and then my father will find out Jake is alive.

My father will track him and find him and kill him,

and then he will kill all of you just to teach me a lesson!

Do you understand?

David, take over for Quinn.

You have a way to get to Charlie?

Then do it now. Go!

David: This is it?

- Charlie: What were you expecting? - I don't know... something sterile,

something without huge rats.

- Where's the doctor? - He's coming.

He's coming?!

Charlie, we need him now.

He's coming. He'll be here.

- Where's the equipment? - It's coming. It's all coming.

You guys called me 10 minutes ago.

- Are you good? - Huck?

Charlie and Quinn have this until the doctor gets here.

- I got to go. - Huck!

Kim and Javi. He's worried about his family.

If command went after Jake, Kim and Javi are out in the open.

- What is happening?! - I don't know. Charlie?

I can plug the holes, but out in the field,

you patch an agent up, you find a safe house,

and you call for a doc.

Where is the doctor?

He's coming. The doctor is coming.

- - Working the rope line.

We pushed a baby and her dad to the front.

Don't miss them.

- All: Awww! - Hi, little baby.

When you reach the press,

make your statement about job numbers, then...

the first question goes to Julia.

The question, the only one that matters.

Julia?

Mrs. Grant, you already have a job.

"How do you expect to be first lady

and senator for Virginia at the same time?"

And you'll stick to the response we've practiced, word for word.

We've tested it across a spectrum of likely voters...

men, women, young, old. It works.

It is an absolute honor to serve as the nation's first lady,

but let's be honest... it's a privilege, not a job.

To call it hard work would be an insult

to the hardworking people of Virginia.

And if they choose to elect me to the Senate,

I will continue my service to my country

by working as hard for Virginians

as they do for their own families.

Well, well, well.

What is there to say other than "bravo"?

Another fantastic performance by Mellie Grant.

How insulting.

"Not a job," she says of being first lady.

What of her staff of 25

earning over $2 million in taxpayer dollars a year?

What of her annual budget of $2.5 million?

Is that monopoly money or taxpayer money she uses

to travel the globe and entertain world leaders

with lavish dinners and concerts?

Was her program to vaccinate our nation's children just a hobby?

One that can easily be abandoned

when opportunity for her personal advancement arises?

How deeply insulting.

Not just to our intelligence...

to the people of Virginia

and to all of the gracious and patriotic first ladies

who quietly and proudly served our great nation before her.

And while I may not be a legal scholar,

does it sit right with you, lover of liberty,

to have a member of the legislative branch

share a bed with the head of the executive branch?

Is it illegal or just vomit-inducing?

I think we deserve answers.

So much for testing.

Okay. Huck's back.

Everything okay with your family?

How is he?

Not good.

They're here.

Finally. Gang, Ilya. Ilya...

We've been waiting over an hour.

Well, I had other things.

He's dying!

Oh, somebody always dying.

Out of the way.

Yeah, he is dying.

Need surgery.

Many surgery.

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Ah! Fixer, huh?

President's buddy.

You speak Russian good.

Can you save him?

Maybe, yes.

Ilya's being modest.

I was left for dead in a Caracas slum.

Woke up with a new/used kidney, peeing like a champ.

Great. How about we stop chatting and get started?

First, payment. Then surgery.

How much?

No money. No. Favor.

What kind of favor? We don't do favors.

- What do you want? - You help my friend,

- I help yours. - Who's your friend?

KGB, retired.

Name Black Sable.

You know Black Sable?

Huck: Notorious assassin, assumed dead.

CIA lost a lot of good agents under her reign of terror.

What does she want?

She has new mission, needs help.

What's the mission?

I don't ask.

Uh, impolite. And dangerous.

I can't help a KGB assassin.

How about we pay you? Anything.

Don't need money. Need favor.

Aah!

Bad sign.

Don't just...

do something!

You help my friend, I help yours.

Okay. Just help him.

- We have deal? - Deal!

I need everything unloaded from my van.

All the equipment. Quickly!

And a bucket of water!

Clean, if you have!

Now, you, scared man with glasses, we flip him over.

Now. Right now.

We flip, he scream.

We flip anyway.

Are you sure you want to do this?

We have no choice. Jake is dying.

I've worked with Russian spies.

They're all cold, dead inside.

Nothing scares them because they have nothing to lose.

But get those Russian spies

telling stories about Black Sable...

- What? - Even they are scared of Black Sable.

No one is more ruthless than her, Liv.

No one is more dangerous.

Can I help you?

I'm sorry.

I think maybe we have the wrong address.

Ilya sent you. You're Olivia Pope, right?

You're at the right place.

Who's at the door?

Oh! Someone's here to see me, sweetie.

You guys go finish that puzzle, okay?

My grandkids.

You're Black Sable?

These days, it's Mary.

Mary Peterson.

Come on in. I just baked cookies.

Go ahead. Have another.

Pryaniki. Russian spice cookies.

I tell my grandkids I had a neighbor growing up

who used to make them for me.

They think Nana's from Wisconsin.

Must be interesting, lying to everyone you know,

including your own family.