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Previously on "Scandal"...

Make no mistake, you are still a prisoner.

Jake Ballard is no longer an acceptable choice for Vice President.

We have a very short list. Me.

I am confident you will handle the rest.

What's going on?

A drone entered White House airspace, Sir...

Looks to be armed.

Principals secure in bunker five.

Someone needs to tell me what is happening.

The drone is ours. We're running a play in order to take you back.

I'm done losing. I'm naming my own VP.

I took Mellie back,

and you are now our prisoner.

You can't take Olivia Pope. Olivia Pope takes you.

This has been a very strange day.

I was certainly not expecting the call

I got from President-Elect Grant this afternoon.

And I must admit,

my first impulse was to say no to this appointment.

But once I realized it was real,

something deep in my heart told me

this was meant to be.

This was the opportunity

to make my husband's death mean something,

to heal myself and this nation.

What do we got?

NORAD is tracking eight bogies so far, Mr. President,

each one over a metropolitan area.

They're up on the screen.

What are they? High-end commercial drones

modified to deliver a payload, sir.

They're not registered with the FAA,

and they're being controlled by an untraceable radio signal.

The profile is similar to the one

that landed on the south lawn today,

but much scarier.

The technology has different markers,

but it's the show of force that concerns me...

Eight at once.

Eight in this pattern... It's a coordinated effort.

There's a ninth drone over Boston.

Make that nine.

A local news crew just spotted one over Boston.

Federal agents moved quickly to evaluate a drone

that has entered the airspace over Boston.

This makes nine drones

currently hovering over major U.S. cities,

including Chicago and Dallas.

Do you know about this?

Officials are trying to determine

who is responsible for these unmanned aircraft...

which resemble the drone that landed on the south lawn

- of the White House earlier today. - Olivia Pope.

You have something that belongs to me.

Peus.

Do you mean your associate?

I assure you,

she's being given the same respect you gave our loved ones.

I mean Mellie Grant. She's my President.

I'm going to need her back.

Listen to me...

No, you listen to me.

You people may have been able to protect your families,

your loved ones, as you call them,

but in doing so, you put the entire country at risk.

Your little stunt today with the drone... inspiring.

Who could have imagined that one remote-controlled toy

was capable of generating so much fear.

Imagine what nine could accomplish.

You're doing this.

Correct.

But unlike yours,

mine are fully armed and ready to blow.

So, here's what's going to happen next...

I will detonate the drones

one by one at random intervals

until my President

and yes, my associate, as well, are released.

Unless, of course, you don't feel like gambling

with the lives of thousands of Americans

and would rather return them to me right now.

You're pushing, Peus.

We both know no one, not even you,

has the resources to pull off what you're describing

in the amount of time...

There's been an explosion in Dallas, Mr. President.

Reports of casualties are coming in.

My God.

One down, Ms. Pope.

Eight to go.

I look forward to hearing from you.

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I want the National Guard on the move.

Coordinate with local law enforcement

on the immediate evacuation of the affected city centers.

And why isn't the Director of FEMA on the phone?

Someone get ahold of her, now!

Where's my air analysis over Dallas?

- Report's coming in now, Mr. President. - Are the drones radioactive or what?

Unfortunately, we're not able to make that determination just yet.

There's still a very good chance

there's more than a few chemical agents on board.

I need to know what we're dealing with.

I need answers, people... Definitive ones.

Get some.

These horrific images are coming out of Dallas,

where a bomb exploded mere minutes ago.

First responders are just now starting to arrive

to assess the situation, but as you can see,

the blast hit several buildings

and left many people injured, possibly dead.

Authorities are still trying

to track down the ones responsible...

What are you doing?

Drink with me.

It's no DuBellay.

We are not drinking.

It's not even a '94 Chateau D'yquem.

Revolting, their selection.

We are at war.

There is a war happening out there.

All the more reason

to have one last drink with your father,

because that's what this is, Olivia.

One last, final drink before I go.

You are not going anywhere.

Says who? You?

The President?

That's funny.

So that's it?

You just want to run?

When did you become a man who runs away from anything?

When I stopped involving myself

in affairs I have absolutely nothing to do with.

What about everything you built? All that you've sacrificed?

Everything that you believe in?

I made my peace with those things long ago.

What about me?

- You're free to join me. - I'm not.

I can't. Why not?

Because I'm not done fighting.

I haven't even begun to make my peace.

Not yet.

Come upstairs with me.

So I can die?

Or worse, watch you die?

Dad...

If you decide to stay here, if you do not leave with me,

that is what will happen.

You will die.

I'll have them send down some better wine for you, Dad.

Hmm.

35 Americans dead,

and that's just as of three minutes ago.

We need to locate Peus.

He's the one who's controlling the drones.

We find him, all this ends.

What if we tried tracing the call that Peus made to Liv?

Could we get his location from his signal?

Peus bounced it off of satellites

over Russia, Argentina, Australia.

I've got my boys in the NSA working on it, but...

Unfortunately, we don't exactly have the luxury of time.

Peus could detonate another bomb at any second.

These people... They just want me.

I say...

We don't negotiate with terrorists, Mellie.

Rosen, what's the name of their front, that fake super PAC they have?

The Fund for American Renewal.

I want you to raid it... now.

We do still have an asset in our custody...

One who has the potential to lead us

straight to Peus' doorstep.

Where's Peus?

Why? Did something happen?

Oh, Samantha.

You... are a ghost.

Man after my own heart.

Threats are so much creepier

when they come with a smile.

Oh, that wasn't a threat.

Just an observation.

We've been trying to figure out

just who the hell you are for weeks.

You don't seem to have anything resembling a life

or a past.

No high-school yearbook, no prom photo,

not even an I.D. badge from your first job at the Dairy Queen.

As far as the world knows, you don't exist.

I used to be the same way.

Twinsies.

I need to find Peus.

I need you to tell me where he is.

You do that,

I'll see to it that you go free.

You can hop on a boat, sail out to some island...

disappear.

Well, that's just not gonna happen, is it?

Mm. It's a legitimate offer.