Scandal

- They should be tried and hung. - It's not going to happen.

- They murdered Frankie Vargas. - With Abby's help.

- We can get her immunity. - From who? David Rosen?

He's literally sleeping with the enemy.

Which brings me back to my original point

when we first started this conversation three hours ago...

- Oh, for the love of... - Jake.

It's two bullets!

One for Peus. One for this Marjorie woman.

How much more simple does it get?

- Killing them solves nothing. - Tell that to Vargas' widow.

- We don't even know what they want. - Or how many of them there are.

And it sure as hell doesn't get Cyrus out of prison, does it?

But there may be another option.

Doing nothing.

You said we don't know what they want, but we do.

They want Mellie in the White House.

So do we. Why are we fighting this?

Because Mellie can't take the Oval this way.

Why not?

Because you're talking about fixing an election.

We've been down that road before, remember?

I remember. And because of Defiance, you became President.

You think the world would be that much better off

if Samuel Reston had been elected?

Olivia, will you tell this man

- that what he's saying is insane? - Ugh!

Liv?

Huck almost died.

Huck.

How many people have to get hurt before enough is enough?

I am going to clear Cyrus' name

and put him behind that desk.

All I need from the two of you

is to know if you're in or if you're out.

Defiance worked.

I guarantee that Fitz's life would be a million times worse

if you hadn't rigged that election.

Yours, too.

America has made its choice, and it is not you.

- Are you the President's mistress? - Yes.

No regard for the conventions of war.

- (GUNSHOT) - (SCREAMS)

Now go be the man I voted for.

Defiance County, Ohio...

Or, as I like to call it, America's clitoris.

Tiny, hard to find,

but if you blip it just right, the whole damn country's yours.

Now, I know we've put this to a vote already

and that some of us... Well, one of us...

Feels like giving the election results

a little goose in the behind

is beneath us as good and decent citizens.

However, I'm proposing another vote.

"Yes, we rig this thing,"

- or, "No, we..." - Yes.

Yes?

So you're...

In.

It's a go.

I'm proposing another vote.

"Yes, we rig this thing,"

or, "No, we..."

No.

We are not fixing the election.

- (SIGHS) - Yes, the race is tight,

but we can win this.

Fitz can win this. He can do this.

- He can turn this around. - And if he can't?

Then at least we lose with our souls intact.

By a slim margin of 4,395 votes,

Samuel Reston has bested Fitzgerald Grant to win Ohio

and become the next President of the United States.

- Again, that's Samuel... Welp...

- So much for that. - Unbelievable.

Governor Reston, congratulations.

- (CHEERS AND APPLAUSE) - One word.

One single word.

- Mellie. - "Yes." "Yes."

All you had to say was "yes."

Liv.

Liv!

Were you just gonna leave?

I sent you an e-mail.

It says I'm sorry I let you down.

Let me down?

You didn't let me down.

America chose, and they didn't choose me.

You did everything you could.

So...

you're just gonna go back to Washington?

There is a guy in D.C... Marcus Walker.

He is trying to get a bill passed...

Criminal-justice reform.

Seems like he could use some help.

I'm gonna go help him.

Best of luck, Olivia.

Good luck with Mellie, Governor.

Well, what do you think?

I think legally you're in good shape.

Politically, there's no Congressman in town who's gonna pass

a criminal-justice reform bill of this magnitude

without someone forcing it down their throats.

Which is why we need all the public support we can get.

Media accounts are up and running,

and I've got mailers all ready to go.

Thank you, David, for stopping by.

I know how busy

the U.S. Attorney's Office keeps you.

Happy to help.

Wow. Liv, this is...

Not what you expected.

- (CHUCKLES) - It's the best we could find.

- Also, the cheapest. - I can see that.

So... you and Leo Bergen?

Really?

It's just one date.

He's taking me out to dinner tonight.

- What? - Nothing.

Since you're here, why don't you make yourself useful

and help me make some calls?

- Hi. - Hi.

I left Mellie.

Congratulations.

Where are you going?

I have a date. - What?

Did you hear what I said?

I came all the way out here from California

to tell you in person that I left my wife.

- Next time, make an appointment. - (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

I came here to ask you to marry me.

I don't want you to tell me to think about this

or give me reasons why you think it's too soon.

I want you to say yes.

Because if you love me even half as much as I love you,

then it was worth the trip.

Marry me, Olivia Pope.

- Ah! - (LAUGHS)

- Mm! - (LAUGHS)

Wait until you see the inside of this place.

Huh? - I mean, their floral budget alone...

- (CHUCKLES) - I'm sure it's lovely.

- Cyrus. - What?

No one is looking at us.

I know that.

When are you gonna get over this?

I'll see you at the party.

- What? You're not sitting with me? - Keep your voice down.

- (SIGHS) - You're sitting with me.

No, James, I am not.

Unbelievable.

You know, at first,

this whole closet-case thing was kind of hot, but now?

Super unattractive, Cyrus.

Grow up!

Mellie.

Cyrus.

Hi.

This is happening.

I didn't think...

This is... really happening.

(SIGHS)

I caught them once

in an elevator.