Scandal

- Fitz: Do we have Maya? - Not yet.

Then why am I here?

Because this is the fun part.

Mr. Rosen has authorized access to every street cam in D.C.

We've tracked Maya's movements to a warehouse in Ivy City.

Remember when we used to hate the Patriot Act?

We're a minute out.

Jake's in the field? Since when does the Director of National Security

make house calls?

Since we learned that Maya, the mother

of the President-Elect's Chief of Staff,

is America's Top Monster.

My father wants to keep this off the books.

Jake's there to make sure it stays that way.

I'm not even here. I'm in Boca, playing pinochle with my parents.

How are you doing?

Finding out your mother's behind all this...

Last time I talked to my mother,

she made it crystal-clear how she feels about me.

This was not personal.

We're just stepping stones on her way to a paycheck.

So that's it.

Maya did all of this to make some money?

David: Well, not some money.

If you knew something terrible was gonna happen,

something that would tank the economy of the United States...

You know, because you were the one doing it...

All you'd have to do is bet against the U.S.

Short the dollar, invest in gold...

- You'll make millions. - Billions.

There's profit in chaos.

We're here. Are we a go?

Take her.

Go, go, go!

Clear!

Clear!

Clear.

She's gone.

Wait.

Are you seeing this?

That's Mellie's inauguration parade route.

Mellie...

She's going to assassinate Mellie.

You've got to be kidding me.

Your mother?

Okay. So it's official.

Everyone in your family has wanted me dead

at one point or another.

- Mellie... - It's fine.

You know, when you're me, things are only weird

when someone's not trying to take your cake away.

But this is my cake, Olivia...

Bought and paid for.

We will get to the bottom of this. My father...

Damascus Bainbridge?

Anybody else climbing out of this clown car?

I promise you, in three days,

you will take the oath of office,

and the White House will be yours.

But...?

But we do need to consider other options for your safety.

Go on.

Like swearing you in behind closed doors.

Canceling the inauguration?

Altering the ceremony.

I'm not stupid.

Which is why you understand

that the inauguration is just ceremony... pomp, fluff.

Yet every president before me has had one.

I understand what I'm asking you to consider,

but you need to think about a Plan B if it comes to that.

Where are you going?

To make sure it doesn't come to that.

Of course Olivia's mom is behind all this.

Woman makes my mom look like a saint.

I ever tell you what'd happen if I'd stay out just one minute past my curfew?

Let's just say Gladys was not happy.

Okay, Huck, when was the latest security update installed?

- Uh, last Tuesday. - Run another one... today.

If Maya Pope's here in D.C.

planning an attack on the inauguration,

we need to take every precaution imaginable

to make sure we're protected.

That includes triple-encrypting our files...

Upgrading our firewalls...

Look, we can't be too careful, people.

Did you redecorate in here?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I moved the couch, cleared off the table.

- You bought a new chair. - And some art.

Fancy.

That chair is from home,

this "art" is from the corner stand down the street.

It's not that big of a deal.

Don't get all defensive, Robin.

It's just strange

seeing you settling into your new digs, is all.

Yeah, well, things are gonna be different now.

- I'll say. - Enough.

Security update, encryption, firewalls...

- Get it done. - You got it...

Boss.

David: Shift changes, call signs,

schematics of the D.C. sewer system...

Maya's thorough, I'll give her that.

Rowan: Too thorough.

She left us with an orgy of information...

Useless unless we have a sense of the specific plan.

Well, I can have my analysts take a look, try to find some kind of pattern.

Could have something to do with him.

Maya left behind a ton of surveillance photos of this guy.

H. Fenton.

Secret Service Agent Harold Fenton.

Suspended back in August for being a degenerate gambler.

He was reinstated just last month.

You get to be reinstated?

Rowan: He's her way in past security.

A mark like that would easy to con out of his security credentials.

But that's the one thing we didn't find...

No badges, no key cards, nothing.

She hasn't met with him yet.

Lady Luck is shining down on me today.

You're ready to go right now, aren't you, baby?

Oh, sorry.

That's just my sidearm.

I'm Secret Service.

Mm.

Does that mean you would take a bullet for me?

Damn.

I forgot to put on the "Do Not Disturb" sign.

Stay.

You know who I am?

Yes. Uh, yes, sir.

Go home to your wife, Harold.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

- Maya. - I know you.

What the hell is this?

You're arresting me?

Well, that's what happens when you conspire

to assassinate the President of the United States.

No. No!

That's crazy!

Is this really necessary?

I told you, I'm not behind this.

Come on, girl. Can you talk to him?

Tell him he's got the wrong person.

I came here to help.

I was trying to get that man in the hotel room

to tell me what he knew so I could protect my daughter.

You understand, right?

Oh.

So you can't speak?

So much for black-girl magic.

Stop talking.

I'll stop talking when you start listening.

- I've heard enough. - I want a lawyer.

You can't keep me in here forever!

Unless...

that's your plan.

Is it, Eli?

Our little Livvie's in trouble.

Mama's trying to help her, but you'd rather punish me.

You'd rather put me in chains than help your own girl out.

That's okay.

But just so you know,

if something happens to our Livvie,

that's on you.

Eli, Eli, Eli...

Come on, now.

You got to let me out of here.

You think you are helping, but I promise you...

You... are... wa-sting... time.

Down the drain. Whoosh!

Why would I come to town if I planned all this, huh?

Answer me that.

I would stay as far away as possible

from this inauguration,

and I certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to get caught.

If you bring your ass in here, then maybe I can explain to you

what I heard through my trusted sources

and why I came to protect my daughter...

Our daughter.

Maybe you should go in there.

Not yet.

Let her wear herself out.

Then she'll say something actually worth listening to.

Hmm...

I guess you're not coming.

Damn shame.

I tell you, being a black woman, "Be strong," they say.

Support your man, raise a man, think like a man.

Well, damn. I got to do all that?

Who's out here working for me,

carrying my burden, building me up when I get down?

Nobody.

Black women out here trying to save everybody,

and what do we get?