Scandal

Uh, once again,

some three hours ago, President Grant was shot.

Previously on "Scandal"...

The FBI is issuing a high alert,

and they... they do have a description of a suspect.

- Ms. Pope? - Yes.

- Are you... back? - Yes.

I'm back, for as long as you need me.

The vice President is making a play.

She spent the last two hours lobbying cabinet members

- about signing over the presidency to her. - She what?

President Sally Langston makes history today

as the first female commander in chief.

Good morning.

First, let me say that all that I have

I would give not to be here today.

Like all of you, my thoughts and prayers

are with the President and his wife and children.

The doctors at James Madison hospital have informed me

that President Grant's condition remains critical.

The doctors have been candid, and I will be, too.

They hope the President will wake up within a few days.

If and when he does, they may not know

the extent of the damage to his brain

for at least a couple of weeks, maybe longer.

In the meantime, we have extended the manhunt

for the person or persons responsible

for the attack on the President.

I have directed the leaders of the FBI, Homeland Security,

and the CIA to pursue every avenue,

run every threat to ground,

until we have captured whoever is responsible

for this evil act.

The person they're looking for,

the one they think shot the President...

That's me.

I'm gonna need to talk to Colonel Jessup over at M.D.W.

He's the chief of ceremonies and special events.

Call D.H.S. and justice.

Tell them to be here at 1:00 P.M. for a briefing.

Hold on. What?

- You need to get back here. - I can't.

In fact, I'm staying on for a while longer.

- I'm not asking. - Whatever it is, deal with it.

- I'm not asking. - What is it?

Can't say. Open line.

Harrison, I'm in the middle of something.

I will call you...

Get your ass back here now.

I'll be back in an hour.

Huck.

I think she relapsed. We need to find her.

You have to help me.

I messed up. I'm in trouble, Huck.

I mean, you have to come.

She's in a lot of trouble.

When did Becky call you?

Oh. Yesterday or the day before. I was talking to Quinn.

It was registered to Verna Thornton.

The supreme court justice?

She's one of Olivia's clients, right?

Becky? What's wrong?

She was crying, scared.

I don't know what to do.

Can you come get me, please?

She gave me a room number, and I went.

To the Stanworth.

Room 807.

Uh, the door was open.

Becky?

But she wasn't there.

I'm new to the field of remote-controlled sniper rifles.

Is there a trade magazine they send out to enthusiasts,

psychopaths, assassins?

There's a camera in the scope.

The movement operates on a radio signal.

It's the same technology you use to fly model airplanes.

You can find it at any toy store, electronics store.

It's untraceable.

What's its range?

Depends on if they bounce the signal.

It could be 50 feet, it could be 2 states away.

What did you do?

What I'm trained to do.

I couldn't find the fifth cartridge,

but I couldn't spare another second,

so I ran down the stairs

and snuck out of the service entrance.

Why disable the gun? Why take it?

If someone found you with it...

It could help us find who did this and who took Becky.

Every gun has a story.

What did you do with it?

So that's the...

That's the gun that shot the President.

Rebecca Flynn... Born January 17, 1982.

Freelance graphic designer.

Works out of a shared space on 9th street.

Attends A.A. meetings at a church on Florida Avenue.

- It's where we met. - She's an alcoholic?

- Cocaine. - You're an alcoholic?

I have an addiction, but not to drugs or alcohol.

When was the last time you saw her?

Thursday morning.

- You've known her for how long? - Three months.

Huck, I know you love this girl, but I have to ask...

Is there any chance she was involved in setting you up?

No.

I'm trained to detect lying, and all that aside, I know her.

I know she would never do that to me.

Never. She's in trouble. Someone grabbed her

to lure her to that hotel. They knew I would come for her.

Someone has her.

Someone professional who kills for a living,

who's good enough to do it with a remote sniper rifle.

Someone like you? That's what you mean, right?

- Someone like you. - Quinn.

I need to find Becky before they decide she's disposable.

And...

She's a nice person.

- I need to find her. - Okay. So we find her,

connect the dots, find out who she talked to,

- where she went. -I'm going, too.

- No. You stay here. - There's no way in hell.

You're the most wanted man in America.

The FBI has sketches of you everywhere. You stay here.

You do not move. You do not leave this office.

Huck, look at me.

Look at me.

Do not leave this office.

The FBI sketch is based on one individual's description

on what is being described thus far

as a person of interest in the events surrounding

the shooting of President Grant and Britta Kagen.

For further details on the investigation,

I'd like to turn the podium over

to the Attorney General and her team of investigators.

David.

The sketch is the result of an eyewitness

who saw the suspect with a red hoodie

pull the fire alarm on the eighth floor.

We are going through hotel security footage now

to look for leads.

Facial recognition software is being used

to seek a match with every record available.

I'm leaving the cabinet briefings

and the White House schedule on your desk.

Also the minutes from yesterday's N.S.A. meetings.

I figure I would patch you

- into the White House for any intel updates. - Don't bother.

Just because President Langston... I'm sorry.

Just because that woman kicked you out of your office,

doesn't mean you can't move

to another office in the White House.

I have another office, Mary. You're standing in it.

And I'm not leaving here until President Grant...

The only President of this great nation...

leaves his hospital bed.

That the shooter most likely has...

- Are you getting that? - No.

- Mary. - That's your home phone. I don't answer your home phone.

Because unlike you, I still work at the White House.

Okay.

Hello?

Mrs. Novak?

No. I'm not at work.

Yes, I...

Yes, I know with everything that's going on,

you would think they need me, but they don't.

So I have time to talk to my very favorite mother-in-law.

Yes, I hope the President pulls through, too.

No. James isn't here right now. He's at work.

Yeah. They need him at work.

Did you want me to give him a message?

His next visit? I don't know. Probably not for a while.

Because he was just up there last weekend.

James did not come and visit you and his dad this past weekend?

No.

I guess that's my mistake.

Yes.

I'll have him call as soon as he gets back home.

I'm standing in your cubicle. Where are you?

Oh, my dad's having one of those days

where he thinks I'm his Uncle krystof.

I'm sorry to hear that. Anything I can do?

No. If it's okay with you, though,

I think I'll spend the night here.

No. No. Of course.

Yeah. Whatever you need.

Thanks.

Bye.

James.

David, hey.

- What happened to you? - What do you mean?

You told me last night you found something in Ohio, but you

didn't say what it was, and now you're not returning my calls.

Is it something about Cytron?

- Look, I-I really can't talk about this right now. - Why?

Because it's complicated,

especially... Especially in light of this.