Scandal

How's breakfast?

Precisely like sunrise on the Champs-Elysées.

How are you feeling?

You mean after being cuffed and caged by Fitzgerald Grant?

I mean now that you're free of those people.

You're safe, Dad.

Safe... for now.

Yes, you bought some time,

but you continue to underestimate this enemy.

I cannot be protected, I cannot hide.

The only thing I can do to preserve my scalp, Olivia,

is to run.

Fitz: Rowan.

Mr. Pope, Mr. President.

How have you been?

You don't actually care,

and I don't actually care to answer.

My father was just saying that...

That I appreciate the protection

and the hospitality, Mr. President,

but I need to go to Paris.

Paris?

Or Zanzibar.

They won't be able to find me in Zanzibar.

Do I look like a travel agent?

You don't want to know what I think you look like.

Can we please...

Fitz was just saying Th...

I don't care. It doesn't matter.

I don't want to hear about some suicide mission

that I do not intend on joining.

I need to go.

Dad.

I'm sorry.

You're free to eat as many of my croissants as you want.

You can even walk around the building,

take in the grounds.

But these two men will shadow you wherever you go.

Make no mistake, Mr. Pope,

you are still a prisoner.

At least there I had my... dinosaur.

You can leave now.

Leave!!

- Is it done? - It's done.

I'm sorry, Liv. I'm s...

- What did you do? - Man: Hey, hey! Quit it!

I will kill you!

Cyrus Beene is innocent of all charges

related to the murder of Frankie Vargas.

Cyrus Beene is to be released,

effective immediately.

More coffee?

- I'm fine. - All right.

The Metro section.

Leo, I'm fine.

Okay.

- What? - Nothing.

Just... tell me what I did.

Nothing.

That means it's something I didn't do.

Did I forget to put the...

Not everything is about you.

I run a whole damn country, Leo,

and not just any country... A superpower.

I keep the United States of America afloat,

which means I keep the world afloat,

so you could imagine how my boyfriend's shortcomings

rank pretty low in the long list of things

that take up space in my brain.

Whatever I did, I am sorry.

I swear...

It's not about you!

Yes, Bill, I do believe that the country is frustrated

and, honestly, angry

about what has happened with this election.

At the end of the day,

my husband was voted into office by the people.

The people wanted his ideas, his values leading this country.

And instead they have someone they did not choose,

and that is scary.

Fear begets fear.

When people feel marginalized and unimportant,

they do things to take back their power

by any means necessary.

I call on the White House to unite this country

and ensure that the people are not forgotten.

Look who's back.

Hey.

You want some coffee?

Nope.

Is Quinn coming in today?

You tell me.

Uh... I don't know.

That's why I'm asking.

Well, it seems like you two

are all up in each other's business lately.

But I haven't even been here.

Oh, I know. Quinn's been fluffing your pillow

and climbing into bed with you.

She was just helping me.

Yeah, she's real helpful.

- Charlie... - Save it.

Jake: Sorry for dragging you all the way out here,

but I thought someone should say a few words.

I know you and Elizabeth were close.

Where is she?

You're standing on her.

Oh. You'd never know.

Yeah, that's kind of the point.

- Exactly how many bodies do you... - David.

Right.

I don't know what to say.

I spent time with Elizabeth... A lot of time.

But I don't think I ever really knew her.

No one would describe her very much as a "sharer,"

but I honestly believe beneath all of that vitriol

and blind ambition,

she had a good heart.

I know she had the capacity to be a good person...

sometimes.

Mm.

Well, she didn't give a crap about anything.

There's something to be said for that.

Just her horses and daughter.

Oh, God.

Jane.

I can't imagine.

David, you know who did this, right?

You understand we can't let her out of our sight,

which means you have to keep...

I understand. I'm good, Jake, really.

Laptop, cellphone, tablet, assistant...

All brand-spanking, shiny, and new...

A little "Congrats on the new gig" gift from us to you.

And, what, they're all loaded

with tracking devices and tiny explosives

should I attempt to flee?

All except for Bridget back there.

She's a bit more partial to knives.

If this is a suicide note, I'll be awfully disappointed.

Names of potential Cabinet appointees...

I'd like Wagner in State and Bennett in Treasury.

The Senate may favor Miller for defense, but...

Well, look at Betty Bossypants!

Isn't she adorable?

You have to allow me to do something.

And I will.

What kind of savage do you take me for?

I just think that the sooner we start

discussing my Cabinet...

Our.

What?

Our Cabinet.

You said "My."

The word "my" isn't in our vocabulary anymore.

And not to worry, Mells... Our Cabinet will rock.

But first, we have a much, much bigger vacancy to fill.

Vacancy? What vacancy?

- What? - There's someone here to see you.

- Who? - I won't let you be alone with him.

Who?

Theodore Peus.

I know who you are, and whatever you're here to say,

I suggest you get to the point.

We have decided that Jake Ballard

is no longer an acceptable choice for Vice President.

I'd like you to secure his resignation.

We both know I'm not going to do that.

We've had Mellie's Senate office fully wired since the primary.

Tough to be VP

when you're out there covering up murders on candid camera.

And if Jake doesn't step aside, you're going to release these?

Okay.

Release them.

I'm sorry.

Release them.

One, if you knew anything about me,

you'd know I'm pretty good at spinning things my way.

Two, photos of Mellie's VP standing over a bloody body?

I'm pretty sure that would tank her, as well.

You won't get Mellie.

Nobody gets what they want.

We have a very short list for Mr. Ballard's replacement.

I'm sure you're excited to share it with me.

Who?

Me.

Just me...

and I am tremendously excited to serve our country.

I am confident you will handle the rest from here.

Mr. Peus, thank you so much

for finally showing your face to me.

It's gonna make it that much sweeter

when I destroy you and everyone close to you.

What do we do?

I have no idea.

I'm not resigning.

Then you're going to prison for a very long time.

I'm supposed to be the guy on the inside, right?

I-I'm supposed to be protecting Mellie.

You'd still be protecting Mellie.