I have some information.
I-I'm not sure who to talk to, but...
It was Cyrus Beene. He killed Frankie Vargas.
I've gone from being his bitch to yours.
Put the tie on.
Fitz: Your Republican presidential nominee,
Senator Mellie Grant!
And the Vice President, Jake Ballard!
Crowd: [ Chanting ] Mellie!
It was like a religious revival in there.
Grant and Ballard, whipping people into a frenzy.
Not since Christ stood among the lepers
has there been such excitement.
Look at you.
Vice President Jacob Hamilton Ballard.
That is very hot. I can't lie.
[ Unenthused ] Yeah.
This is amazing.
Isn't this amazing?
I feel like Jackie O or something.
I mean, not that I'm Jackie, but...
[ Sighing ] God, this is amazing.
Don't you think?
[ Unenthused ] Yep.
Okay, I don't know if you're playing it cool,
but now is not the time to play it cool.
This is history.
You are making history.
This is the beginning of greatness.
Jake!
What?
[ Scoffs ]
Talk to me.
Okay.
Should I be more excited about four months on the road,
staying in janky hotels in janky cities,
or four months of being on Olivia's leash,
shilling lies to the American people?
All so I can spend eight more years as a figurehead,
a...Liv puppet, taking more orders from Liv.
But you love Liv. She's your sister.
You don't know her like I know her!
[ Sighs ]
I'm sorry. Mm.
I wish you would talk to me,
tell me what this is all about with you two.
[ Sighs ]
Well, I don't know why we're even talking about Olivia,
why you're even thinking about her on a night like this.
You don't understand. Liv...runs this.
Liv has the power.
[ Chuckles ] No.
Look at me.
Olivia was not on that stage tonight.
Olivia is not on that TV right now.
Olivia is not on the ballot in all 50 states.
America is not electing Olivia Pope.
They are electing Mellie Grant and Jake Ballard.
This is not a life sentence.
Think -- This is an opportunity.
If she wanted to keep you as a puppet,
she's made a mistake.
Once you get elected, you will be
the Vice President of the United States of America.
And Olivia Pope will be, what? A footnote in your biography.
A minor player in our history book.
She's handing you the keys to this beautiful country,
and she doesn't even see it.
You will be on the front line. You will be the player.
No one's gonna run you.
Jake, 14 vice presidents have gone on to be president.
Once you have the Oval, you have the power.
And once you have the power...
they all bow down.
[ Squeals ]
♪♪
He tweeted, "Jake Ballard to the rescue.
Looks like I'll be #VotingForMellie after all."
Don't stop, Lovers.
Keep tweeting us your thoughts.
Let us know which V.P. hopeful you'd prefer --
NSA boy-toy Jacob Ballard
or former Grant toadie Cyrus Beene.
Ballard has the big shiny security creds,
but let's not rule out Beene.
He is, after all...
a murderer, dragged to prison just days ago for orchestrating
the demise of President-Elect Francisco Vargas.
Beene's arrest creates a power vacuum
into which Mellie Grant appears all too eager to step.
Will our nation's electors cast their vote for her
when they meet in December?
Or will embittered Democrats seek to block her path?
Join me tonight when I ask Jake and Vanessa Ballard
these questions and more
on "The Liberty Report."
How was that?
I think we do another. Maybe this time --
Perfect...or excellent.
Either one would have been the correct answer.
Okay, so, you remember the talking points I sent over?
For every question Sally asks, no matter what, you pivot.
Make it about -- About me and Vanessa and her Democrat dynasty pedigree.
That makes her sound like some breed of dog.
[ Chuckles ]
Vanessa's last name is synonymous
with the Democratic party going back generations.
If she's telling America to unite and support
the Republican ticket -- and her husband --
that will send a signal to the Democrats to get on board.
Plus, you're glamorous, attractive, in love --
The perfect couple. That's political money.
That's a political lie.
People like to see you two together.
It makes them happy.
We're this close.
If you say so.
[ Footsteps approach ]
Is Huck here with Vanessa yet? I need to prep her.
Not yet. Look, Liv, what are we doing?
About? Cyrus.
If someone paid Tom to lie -- and it looks like they did --
Quinn, we already discussed this.
That money in Tom Larsen's account
could have come from anywhere,
for any number of reasons.
I'm just saying, if someone is framing Cyrus --
Cyrus is in jail for murder, and he's not our client.
Our client is Mellie.
And right now,
Mellie needs Jake and Vanessa to do this interview
So call Huck, find out where Vanessa is,
and don't ever bring this up with me again.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
Well, tell me again.
Jake and Vanessa are going to knock this out of the park.
It's Sally.
I've talked to Sally.
Maybe I should be there.
No, you need to be there --
head down, working, all business, presidential.
This is politics. Liv.
You're above politics now, okay?
Okay.
Tell me again.
Jake and Vanessa are going to knock this out of the park. Liv!
Hold on. What?
Huck found Vanessa.
Sally: The flu?
It's bad, Sally.
Vanessa can't even get herself out of bed.
Poor thing. So sudden.
You know how it is with these kinds of things.
I do not -- I receive my flu shot every September.
We're good to postpone, then? Just a couple of days.
Olivia, I truly hope this is not another one of your stunts,
that your cancelation really is due to sickness
and not because something much more insidious
is going down in the Ballard household.
Because if there is, I will uncover it.
Sally, trust me, besides a nasty 24-hour bug,
there is nothing else going on in the Ballard household.
[ Sighs ]
Secret Service got here before any cops could.
They blocked off both ends of the road.
I haven't seen any press,
but that's just a matter of time. Is she okay?
You tell me.
Car ran like crap anyway! [ Laughing ]
Ma'am! Ma'am.
You need to sit down.
Olivia! [ Laughs ]
You're here. Oh, don't say it.
I would have been able to keep my hands on the wheel,
but I was a little preoccupied.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
Isn't that right, Kenny?
It's Kevin. Lady, you are nuts.
Maybe.
But I ain't sorry. I ain't sorry, Olivia.
[ Laughing ]
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
-Where is she? -Down here.
How the hell did the Secret Service lose her?
She ditched them by leaving the bar through a back door.
Unbelievable.
Jake, she's just been in an accident.
She hasn't had a chance to comprehend what she did.
She's still drunk.
What the hell were you thinking?
Ooh, look who it is.
Got here as soon as you felt like it?
You got to be kidding me.
You have got to be kidding me.
Sir, I'm very sorry, but we had --
Get out of here, all of you.
Big man, calling all the shots now.
I really need you to sit still.
Who was this guy she was with?
Kevin Wiseman, 23, bartender at the Book Hill Lounge.
Makes a mean mojito. Licks a mea--
Vanessa, you might want to stop talking now.
All right, I'll find the guy, make sure he doesn't --
Way ahead of you, Chief. Already took care of him.
Paid him off. He's no longer a problem.
What about the cameras down at the bar?
Just about...
Done. Wiped clean.
Nobody's ever gonna know Vanessa and her pal
left the place together.
Olivia: Jake, her car has been incinerated.
The police don't know a thing. Everything's under control.
Listen to her, baby. You always do anyway.
Why stop now?
Let me ask you something, Vanessa.
Oh, here we go. Jake...
Did you wake up this morning
knowing you were gonna try to ruin our lives?
Like you give a damn what I wake up thinking about.
Okay. You have no idea, do you?
What you did today -- -It's not like I killed anyone!
You're disgusting.
-I'm disgusting?! -I said okay.
Nasty and spiteful and exhausting,
but most of all, disgusting.
Screw you!
Okay! That's enough! You, sit here!
Be still and shut up!
You, in the other room right now.
I don't think so. I have a day job.
I have actual, meaningful work to do.
She is your problem now.
Admiral Ballard, given your roots,
I expected a little more from you.
[ Cheers and applause ]
[ Jake and Vanessa chuckling ]
Jake: I don't know why we do that.
[ Vanessa chuckles ]
See you.
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes ]
Okay, tell me, boss.
What did I do to screw up the campaign today,
and what do I need to do to be better tomorrow?
You didn't. I didn't say you screwed up anything.
You were actually really good today
with the meet-and-greets, very likable.
I was impressed.
Well, you say, "Dance, monkey,"
the monkey dances.
So, what's up for tomorrow, boss?
Jake, can we...
Can you just stop? Stop what?
This smiling pod-person thing you've been doing.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I'm just doing my job, boss.
Stop calling me "boss."
Yes, ma'am.
[ Sighs ]
Okay, let's get this over with,
because I am late for getting away from you.
What do you want from me?
What do I want from you?
I want you to stop acting
like me turning you into a world leader
makes me a villain.
Olivia, I'm fine. I'm on board.
I'm not acting like you're a villain.
I'm just not paying attention to you.
You don't matter to me anymore.
It's you.
You feel like a villain.
You joined the family business, went Team Pope,
became Daddy's Little Girl all the way,
and now it seems cold and dark in all your gooey places.
Too bad for you.
You want to win your precious White House?
That's the price...
boss.
[ Sighs ]
I have to win, Jake.
And we're done here.
No, I don't want to win.
I have to win.
There has to be a reason. There has to be a point.
There has to be some higher purpose.
This is my shot, Jake, to run a clean election,
to do this right, to make a president honestly.
This is my chance at redemption for Defiance.
So I have to win.
There has to be a reason,
or else why did I do this to you?
Why did I do this to myself?
[ Softly ] I have to win.
Okay?
Okay.
Vanessa: So, Olivia's back on your good side?
You're family again?
Can we do this later?
No, it's just, you hated her,
but now you are on the phone with her every day.
And when we're on the trail,
you two are like peas in a pod with your inside jokes.
So I just wanted to know what changed.
For God's -- Nothing's changed, Vanessa.
She's in charge of the damn campaign.
You said, "Get along until after the election."
I'm getting along. This is not getting along.
This...
Are you sleeping with her?
What? Are you serious?
Are you taking yourself seriously right now?
Listen to how you sound.
[ Sighs ] Okay.
But you can understand why I would think --
No! No, I can't!
You don't talk to me, but you talk to her.
You tell her... everything.
It's like she knows you. She knows everything about you.
We're family. Yeah, exactly.
But I'm your wife, Jake. I am your family now.
We are a team. I want to know you.
I want to know everything about you.
Nessa, baby, that's sweet, and I really appreciate it,
but I have a ton of policy briefs
to get through tonight, so --
What were you good at in school? Hmm?
Did you like growing up in Ohio?
It's late. What kind of a name is Ballard, anyway?
How did you meet Eli?
What was the Navy like? Boring.
Will you just stop -- Did you ever have to shoot down any enemy planes?
You ever have to kill anyone?
Could you at least tell me that?
I don't want to talk to you!
Look, just -- Here.
[ Sighs ]
I-I just don't understand how you can tell
everything to Olivia but nothing to me.
Oh...
I mean, what is it exactly with you
and this sister that you never had?
[ Sternly ] Go to bed. I want to know.
I want to know what it is between the two of you,
because if you are sleeping with her
after calling me crazy --
We're not doing this! We're not doing this!
The woman is a famous mistress!
So we are doing this.
I'm not --
I'm not gonna move until you talk to me.
Fine.
You stay.
I'll go.
I'll see you tomorrow.
[ Sighs ]
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
I thought you could use this.
I don't drink coffee.
[ Chuckles ]
Just leave it.
[ Scoffs ]
That accident could've been a lot worse.
You could've killed someone or yourself.
If that tree hadn't been there,
who knows where you would've ended up.
What can I say? I'm a lucky girl.
Do you...
If you need the help,
there are places we can send you, nice places.
Places no one else will ever have to know about.
[ Chuckling ] I bet you would like that, wouldn't you?
Me going away.
Then you and Jake could finally stop sneaking around.
Huh? If I was gone. How convenient.
Vanessa, I don't know what you think
is going on with your husband -- Oh, come on. I want to hear it.
The great big speech you must've given hundreds,
thousands of times to all the other wives and girlfriends
of the men you've snatched away.
Oh, come on.
I want to hear how you justify all the vile,
vulgar things that you do.
You don't know what you're talking about.
I bet it's good. Worth its weight in gold.
But I'm not sure how tight it can actually still be,
what with all the miles you must've put on that thing by now.
I'm gonna keep telling myself that you're still drunk.
And I'm gonna keep telling myself that my husband's whore
is not seriously in my face right now!
Aah!
Keep talking.
Keep talking!
[ Gasps ]
Give me one more reason to lay you out!
Right here, Vanessa!
Because I am not about to let some miserable, petty mess
who can't seem to handle her liquor --
You are not going to come for me.
I am not here for it! Not today!
Huck: Liv?
Everything okay?
I don't know. Is it?
[ Voice breaking ] I want him back.
I'm sorry. This is not me. This is not who I am.
I just want my husband back.
We were good.
Jake and I, it was good.
We were working. We had plans. He was becoming his own man.
And then, he just quit --
on me, on us -- because of you, Olivia.
Everything was always because of you.
Vanessa.
You're not the only one.
You know?
He's seeing someone else, the scumbag.
He's cheating on the both of us.
Jake is not cheating on you, Vanessa, with anyone.
Oh, please.
I was on the trail with him, day and night.
He has Secret Service watching his every move.
I know he is not cheating on you.
And I know that some slut was texting him on election night --
consolation for his big loss.
He's been staying out all hours of the night with her
ever since.
I wanted to think it was you,
but the two of you were in the same room that night.
I was watching you. You weren't texting him.
No, he ran off to meet someone else.
Vargas had just been shot. Maybe he had to run off to work.
This wasn't work.
And Jake got that text before Vargas was shot anyway.
Jake left right after we lost.
Mellie: This is it! Turn up the TV -- loud!
Woman: Wow. Um...amazing.
Well, that's it, folks.
After one of the greatest setbacks in political history,
Frankie Vargas, the comeback king,
has done the unthinkable
and become the 45th President
of the United States of America.
Well, looks like family let you down tonight.
[ Cellphone buzzes ] Little sister couldn't deliver.
Now we're back to square one.
Where are you going?
Jake.
Liquor cabinet's back that way.
Okay. Obviously, there has been
voter tampering in San Benito.
Right after we lost.
You were drinking. You can't --
I remember because it was when the redhead
took my champagne away.
Vanessa, where's Jake?
Hmm?
Your husband, Jake. Where is he?
He left.
He left? He can't leave. We haven't even conceded yet.
Where'd he go?
No idea.
After we lost, before Vargas was shot.
And Jake was long gone, I remember.
He can't leave. Where'd he go?
No idea.
What are you doing here?
Hello, son.
I've been paying attention to you, without me.
Watching you have your freedom. Well..."freedom."
In the hands of my daughter, you're not really free,
tethered to that lovely leash she likes to hold.
Still, that leash might have been worth it
had tonight ended differently,
had you become Vice President Jake Ballard,
had you ascended to the right hand of power.
But she failed.
You failed.
You should've killed me when you had the chance,
because whatever this is,
whatever you're trying to do here,
I will come after you.
No, you won't, son.
You won't.
Why did you come here tonight?
I came here for you.
The world is about to turn upside down.
When it's righted again, you will be Vice President,
provided you play your part.
What is that?
It's time for you to take what's yours, son.
It's time to come home.
Is she okay?
Should be, for now.
The interview?
Rescheduled.
Jake, I wish you had told me
that you and Vanessa were having problems.
Would that have made a difference?
Absolutely. Mm-hmm.
If there's ever something going on,
something that could end up biting us in the ass,
it's better for me to know about it ahead of time.
Okay.
Is there? [ Chuckles ]
What?
Something else going on?
Anything you've been up to recently I should know about?
Nothing I can think of.
What about with you?
Anything you've been up to that I need to know about?
Since we're sharing secrets and all.
I'm not the one running for Vice President, Jake.
Of course not. That would be beneath you.
[ Both chuckle ]
You have a good evening, Liv.
You, too.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
What are you working on?
I thought you went to bed.
Can't sleep. Mm.
Vanessa...
Shh.
All you do is work.
Little break won't hurt.
Hmm?
You need to get some sleep.
I will see you... tomorrow, okay?
Are you ever gonna stop punishing me?
I messed up the other day, okay?
I'm sorry.
And, yes, you're right about the drinking.
I need to stop, but I don't have a problem, Jake.
It's just...
Well, we went through that horrible election,
my dad died, and you were leaving all the time.
I was alone --
This again? I can't. The needling --
Are you really gonna blame all of our problems on me?
I am, actually.
Because you're the only one who cares.
When did you start hating me?
Did I do something to make you treat me like this,
like I'm some piece of trash in the middle of the road?
[ Voice breaking ] Am I really that horrible,
or is it just that she is that much better?
Yeah, that's got to be it, right?
Tell me what she does that I don't do.
Tell me, and I'll do it. I want to do it. Vanessa...
I drove the car into the tree.
It wasn't an accident. I did it on purpose.
I just wanted to feel something.
Stop. Calm down.
[ Sobbing ] What do I need to do?
You don't need to do anything. You don't --
Hey, come here. Come here.
This is not your fault.
Tell me. Tell me... what you need.
Come on.
I need you. You have me.
[ Sighing ] No.
I need to know you.
You know me.
I don't know you at all.
You want answers to your questions,
about...growing up, Eli, the Navy.
Yeah.
I want answers.
I deserve answers, don't I?
Mm-hmm.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Sighs ]
Start talking, mister.
Hm.
Jake?
Jake...
I can't tell you the answers to those questions.
What? Why not?
I can't tell you answers to those questions.
There are things about my past, things I've done,
things...that would scare you, things that would prevent you
from ever looking at me the same way again.
I have done... things, Vanessa.
If you have to drink yourself to sleep at night
because you don't think you know me,
I can't imagine what you'd do to yourself if you really did.
What are you saying?
I don't talk about my past because I can't.
And if you can be okay with that,
if you can find a way to be okay with that,
then you and I...
we can be unstoppable.
We can be a team. We...
can do this.
Everything you told me is a lie. No --
I don't know you...
at all. And I'll never kn--
What is this?
I can't -- I can't do this!
[ Door slams ]
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
We know Jake left the hotel suite
right after BNC called the election at 11:00 p.m.
Your husband, Jake. Where is he?
He left.
White House logs have him in the Situation Room at 1:30.
Fitz: Nice of the National Security Director
to show up on a matter of national security.
I was being briefed by my guys.
He logged in to the NSA at 2:00 a.m.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
His next confirmed location is the White House again.
He went back there for a security briefing at 10:00 a.m.
How does the Director of the National Security Agency
disappear for almost nine hours
in the middle of one of the biggest
national-security crises in history?
I ran QR-25 on all available
traffic, metro, and ATM cams in D.C.
No hits.
Maybe he was at the NSA.
I mean, we didn't go home that night.
Looks like the White House briefing
was an emergency meeting.
His office tried calling him several times to let him know,
and they didn't know where he was, either.
Great, let's just use cell towers
to triangulate his location or whatever.
Good luck. First rule of acting shady, Robin --
You turn your cellphone off.
Sure, that makes sense if you're not the head of the NSA
and if the President-Elect hasn't just been shot.
Jake didn't have that luxury. Huck?
Way ahead of you.
His personal cellphone did register with a tower
that morning in Springfield, Virginia.
No way there are enough towers out there
to create an accurate triangulation.
No, but -- Gotcha!
Here he is at 9:17 a.m. on the Springfield Interchange,
heading back toward D.C.
Where is he coming from?
I think I know.
Quinn: Marriage is a crazy idea.
I don't know why anyone does it.
Marriage is bad for you.
[ Thud in distance ]
[ Screams ]
Let's not do that.
Quinn: 60% of married adults have had an affair.
60%! Huck: Quinn.
Now, there have been studies suggesting a healthy marriage can boost your immune system,
fend off disease -- that's a good thing.
Like, the same could be said of eating blueberries,
and unlike men...
[ Beeping ]
Quinn: Liv --
What do we know?
We can take a minute if you want to, catch our --
What do we know? The big picture, the pieces.
[ Sighs ] Uh...we know Frankie was shot and killed
on election night.
Woman: Frankie Vargas has been shot.
The President-Elect has been shot.
We know Tom confessed to shooting Frankie for Cyrus.
Charlie: We know Tom didn't shoot Frankie
and that someone paid Tom to falsely confess and blame Cyrus.
We know Cyrus is innocent.
We know that Jake was in the cabin the morning that Jennifer was killed.
Did I just go out of turn there? Was that Huck's turn?
Vanessa says Jake's been out
every night since election night.
If we can figure out where he was going,
maybe we can start to try to put the pieces together.
The day Jenny was killed,
I picked up the signal of a satellite phone near her cabin.
She's around here somewhere.
She actually bought a satellite phone,
and she's using it.
We're close enough that I'm picking up a signal.
-Could've been Jenny's. -Could've been Jake's.
Track it. From now on, Jake doesn't take a step
without me knowing about it.
Where are we?
Huck: Traced that satellite phone.
-It's Jake's, for sure. -How do you know?
Over the past week, the signal can be traced to his house,
to the NSA, and to this motel off Route 5, room 215.
He's been there 11 times since the night of the election.
Probably running his operation out of there.
During Jake's interview with Sally,
get into that motel room, see what's there.
Oh, so the interview's a go? Vanessa's on board?
No. Not yet.
But she will be.
I thought you two should talk.
I appreciate you coming over.
As I already told Olivia, I'm out.
No interview, no nothing. I want this to be over.
You want what to be over?
The campaign.
I can't do it anymore, not with him.
He's draining me.
This is draining me.
You have done this your entire life.
You are a Washington woman --
smiling when it's the last thing you want to do,
standing beside a man that you know
you were smarter than, propping him up.
I know -- I've been in your shoes.
Jake is not my father.
He's not some junior Congressman
I dated because I was supposed to.
Jake is my husband.
He's the man that I want to spend the rest of my life with.
So, you want Jake?
I want to be happy.
Be happy.
[ Chuckles ]
Okay.
Right.
You can't just be happy.
It's not something you can bottle and drink.
No.
Be practical.
Do you want a divorce? Will that make you happy?
We just got married.
You want to be First Lady?
Maybe.
Do you want to live on a sugar plantation in Hawaii?
I'm not sure, but I don't want to --
Honey, you are asleep at the damn wheel.
You are suffering through a marriage with a man
that you do not know and cannot stand
with no idea what you want on the back end.
Wake up!
You have a job to do,
and happiness does not exist until that job gets done.
You want to know what that is?
Your job? It's America.
You are married to a man who is serving his country.
In this house, you may want to take a golf club
to his head while he sleeps,
but out there, Jake Ballard is a public servant,
sacrificing himself so regular folks
can think they're safe, pretend they're happy.
You may not like those cards,
but they are the ones you're holding.
So play them.
And while you are making your sacrifice
for this great nation -- being the wife he needs --
you figure out what it is you want.
And do it quickly, Vanessa.
Then wake up every day knowing
that at least you're sacrificing for something you want.
Are you happy?
I'm about to be the President of the United States.
Did you hear what I just said?
I'm not married to anyone.
I no longer prop up people who are inferior to me.
I smile when I want to smile.
I am free.
So my advice to you is to suck it up.
Suck it up and run the world.
[ Chuckling ]
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
If I didn't believe that Mellie Grant and my husband
embodied the values of my father, of the Moss name,
then I would be sitting this election out.
But this man, no matter the letter that precedes his name,
is loyal, committed, honest,
and determined to do what is best for America.
Quinn: Hey, Liv, wants pictures of everything --
maps, schematics, weapons.
Whatever Jake has got in there, Liv wants it recorded.
I had a secret lair once.
Sounds cool in theory, but can be pretty lonely.
Though I did have a fantastic lamp in it.
Come on, Charlie, the interview's already started.
Jake: This situation is unprecedented.
The country did vote for Francisco Vargas,
but they will come to understand that Mellie Grant is
as committed as Governor Vargas was.
Sally: I'm not sure the Grand Old Party line
will serve as an elixir to those feverish
at the idea of electing a Democrat in November
only to see a Republican enter the Oval in January.
Well, you know my family well, Sally --
liberal as the day is long, Democrats --
Massachusetts Democrats. [ Cellphone vibrating ]
Tell me you found something.
There's nothing in here. It's completely empty.
-What? -The room was cleaned out.
It's like he knew we were coming.
I'll call you back. [ Chuckles ]
No luck at the motel?
What are you hiding?
I should be asking you that.
[ Scoffs ]
That move, trying to track me?
It was so silly, amateurish. It reeked of desperation.
I couldn't figure out why, and then I found it.
Found what?
So much for making a president honestly.
Olivia: 5-7-2-6-7-4-4-1-8-7.
That number sound familiar to you?
It should.
It's a trust in Switzerland you set up in my name,
and for some reason, there's a wire transfer from it
that makes it look like I paid Tom Larsen to frame Cyrus.
I trusted you.
Let you convince me that Cyrus Beene killed Frankie.
All so what?
So you could frame me for setting him up?
What's the angle, Dad? Stop talking.
Is making Mellie president the end game
or a step towards something bigger? Olivia --
I'd say you were trying to help me,
but putting the money in my name --
Stop talking!
Mellie's going to be president.
It's what you wanted, and now you have it.
So stop asking questions you do not want the answers to.
Dad...
It's time for you to leave.
Now!
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What?
Do you have any idea how rarely I get to go out?
Why is there a payment to Tom Larsen
linked to my daughter's account?
Oh, that? Mm.
It's just a little insurance policy.
Wouldn't want your daughter's conscience
getting the best of her.
She was close to Cyrus Beene at one time
and has some self-destructive tendencies
when it comes to notions of justice and whatnot, so...
This is just a way to keep her in check.
Do not trifle with me.
If you think for one moment I'm gonna stand by
and allow you to threaten her...
Olivia Pope has served her purpose.
She delivered Mellie Grant.
As far as we see it, she's expendable.
Some might argue she's a liability
and should be dealt with in kind.
Regardless, every breath she takes from here on out
is a gift from on high.
You would do well to remember that.
To show some gratitude for that.
If not, I would take it as my duty
to report that Olivia Pope could be a problem going forward,
that her father could be a problem going forward.
That's not what I -- Good!
Because I would miss our meetings.
Every breath, Eli.
Every breath.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
[ Car alarm chirps ]
Jake.
Sorry. Did I scare you?
No. I was gonna call you, actually.
That money, you were right to think that,
but I didn't pay Tom --
Shh!
Come on.
Where are we going?
I didn't pay Tom Larsen.
It was my -- Wait.
Wait for what?
Your phone, give it to me.
Come on.
[ Window opens ]
Jake!
[ Cellphone thuds, window closes ]
Where are we going?
What is wrong with you?!
I didn't pay Tom to kill Frankie Vargas.
My father did and made it look like it came from me,
and I don't know why he did it.
All I know is Cyrus will get the death penalty
while I take the Oval, and I don't want that.
That's no--
That's not who I am.
But if I try to help Cyrus, I go down.
I get framed for setting him up.
[ Sighs ]
Where are we?
I have a confession.
What?
Come with me.
Tell me here.
[ Chuckles ]
First rule of self-defense -- never get in the car.
You lost control of this situation
in the garage -- soon as you got in.
Now you have no choice, no phone, and no recourse.
What else do you need to confess?
Other than killing Jennifer Fields.
Frankie Vargas? Did you kill him, too?
You've only got part of the picture.
Enlighten me.
You're involved. You blew up the cabin.
You killed Jennifer Fields. Tell me what you know.
Jennifer had to die, so I killed her.
Why?
Because your father asked me to.
So...
...you're back with him?
You're under his control again?
Is that who you were meeting at the motel?
Come on.
He ordered you to kill Jennifer and destroy evidence
that could've pointed to Cyrus' innocence,
and you -- -Jennifer had to die.
Why?
Tell me. What am I missing?
I tried with Vanessa, I did.
Tried to love her,
be a good person, my own person.
She was good to me. She offered me another path.
But I couldn't deny who I am, what I'm trained to do --
to obey, to accept every mission,
to kill -- that's me.
It's who I am. She taught me that.
So, on election night,
he gave me the mission to kill Jennifer.
It was the first time I felt like myself again,
like I knew who I was, so I went there...
to the cabin.
Jake.
Please, this isn't...
What are we doing here? [ Chuckles ]
No.
There's no way in hell --
[ Screams ]
Jake, please... [ Lock clicks ]
...let me go.
Confession first.
I obeyed your father's order to the letter.
Jennifer had to die.
That was the mission.
She had to...disappear.
She no longer exists.
[ Door opens ]
On paper, at least.
You asked who I was meeting with at the motel.
I'll tell you.
Jennifer Fields, Olivia Pope.
Olivia Pope, Jennifer Fields.
Hi.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
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