[ Machinery whirring ]
[ Elevator bell dings ]
♪♪
[ Elevator whirring ]
♪♪
[ Electricity powers down ]
♪♪
Hmm?
♪♪
Seriously?
[ Gasps ]
[ Electricity humming ]
[ Gasps, screams ]
[ Muffled screaming ]
♪♪
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
♪♪
Do you know what a fidget spinner is?
Those stupid toys they sell in all the bodegas?
I'm designing my own.
With some modifications, of course.
Huck, I-I--
Razor blades on every end.
With the right ball bearings, sharp enough blades,
it will cut through skin and just keep spinning
and cutting and spinning.
Huh.
Death by a thousand cuts a minute.
Nice.
When we get Quinn back,
we can field-test it on the people that took her.
[ Sighs ] If we get Quinn back.
I've got all my computers running QR.
I'm scanning the dark web for chatter.
We are going to find her, Charlie.
Alive.
Then why the hell am I flipping through a list
of unclaimed body parts?
We're just covering our bases.
You know what I'm gonna do
if I ever get ahold of the people that took Quinn?
It's gonna be a lot less millennial than you.
I'm just gonna go down to the junkyard
and I'm gonna pick up the most jagged,
rusty piece of metal I can find,
and I'm gonna go to town.
Then I'm gonna wait a few days
and wait for the tetanus to set in.
And then I'm gonna go to town some more.
Yeah, that works, too.
I've got something.
Early 30s, brunette, 9 months pregnant.
Where?
Germantown.
You want us to come with -- Nah.
Just covering all our bases, right?
♪♪
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
It's important that you reiterate
just how cooperative the new Bashrani regime has been.
Emphasize your optimism moving forward, and --
Okay, I think that second coat was enough.
Thanks.
Liv, you don't have to coach me on what to say.
I've already given three interviews this week,
and we're not even signing the treaty for another two days.
Do you really think
48 hours isn't enough time for something to go wrong?
[ Sighs ]
How is your friend, by the way?
The one who went missing.
It's Quinn, right?
Has there been any word from her?
If there is anything I can do to help...
People are on it.
You just need to worry about getting this treaty signed.
We have nothing. We still have no leads.
I had my team analyze every frame of the elevator footage.
Checked the street cams within a six-block radius of QPA.
And no Quinn.
So far, we have nothing.
Have them go through it all again.
Whoever took her was good. Then be better, Jake.
Be better.
Olivia, we are on the hunt,
and we don't quit, we don't lose.
We will find her.
I want lists of our enemies, armed patrols on alert.
I want satellites, super computers,
CIA domestic units on this.
I want this entire town --
I want the entire federal government
turned into one giant machine for finding Quinn.
I want the monster who did this. I want them here.
I want them to face Command.
I want them to understand whose fight they stepped into,
and then I want them finished.
Yes, ma'am.
♪♪
Just find her.
Yes, ma'am.
♪♪
Where are you?
♪♪
This nuclear treaty is about peace,
and not only for our friends in the Middle East,
but for us, the United States of America.
We have a chance here to finally put an end
to a problem the entire world has been dealing with
for decades.
I got to hand it to her.
Mellie Grant for the win!
You seeing this? Uh-huh.
What do you think this treaty does
to her approval numbers?
Think she gets above 60?
Hell, 70 even.
I think the only numbers we need to be worrying about
are right here.
What?
We could use her.
No.
The amount of political capital she's gonna earn
with this treaty, Mr. President.
She has to spend it on something.
So why not on what we're doing here?
Criminal-justice reform. We could use her.
It's a nonstarter, Marcus. It doesn't have to be.
Do you know what happens when I go to the White House to pick up Teddy?
No, sir.
I am allowed to be on site for all of eight minutes.
Eight minutes to get in, go up to the residence,
meet a woman named Geraldine, take hold of my son's hand,
and then I'm promptly escorted out.
You and I are an island, Marcus.
If we want our agenda pushed, we're gonna have to do it ourselves.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
[ Elevator bell dings ]
[ Camera shutter clicks ]
Ch-Charlie, what are you doing here?
Is it Quinn? Do you have some news?
There's a body in Germantown --
female, early 30s, brunette, 9 months pregnant.
Do you need me to go with you?
I can't.
I can't look at another dead pregnant woman.
I'm sorry for showing up here, but I had nowhere else to go.
I sure as hell am not going to Germantown.
I'm sure it's not her.
Have you ever played Russian roulette?
Yeah, I guess not.
Well, it feels an awful lot like this.
Every pregnant Jane doe that is not Quinn,
it's just another empty chamber,
and I'm running out of chambers, Liv.
One of these times, I'm gonna pull back the sheet -- bam.
You don't know that.
I need you to level with me.
Because those two Pollyannas back in the office won't.
♪♪
She's dead, right?
She's got to be. I can't --
I just need to hear someone say it out loud.
Then, maybe I can move on.
Whatever that means.
Charlie...
[ Cellphone beeps ]
[ Cellphone clicks ]
[ Scoffs ] What is it?
[ Chuckles ]
I forgot to delete this dumb Daddy-to-be app.
It's telling me that due date is tomorrow.
Congratulations to me.
Anyway.
♪♪
Look at me.
♪♪
For all we know, we can have her back tomorrow.
Anything's possible.
♪♪
She was better than me.
She is.
She is better than you.
♪♪
Thank you.
[ Elevator bell dings ]
♪♪
[ Sighs ]
♪♪
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
♪♪
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes ]
Again, I have a responsibility to remind you
that you don't have to do it this way.
We have a sitting room.
It's nice. Peaceful.
I can bring you a picture. Face down.
You can take all the time you --
Just pull back the stupid sheet.
♪♪
Charlie. Charlie!
Charlie. It's some other dead lady.
It's not Quinn. Thank God.
Maybe she's still alive.
Is it better? Or worse?
♪♪
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
Thank you, Red, for coming.
I don't mean to take you away from the search.
Are you kidding?
This is the first room I've been in today
that doesn't smell like death.
[ Sniffs ] What is that?
[ Sighs ] Ponderosa Pine candle.
Fenton sent it to me.
You're not allowed to burn them in the White House.
Fire code. But the scent...wafts.
Anyway.
I wanted you to know that Fenton isn't going to be a problem.
I was able to talk him down
from filing charges against Charlie.
Thank you.
He's gone up to his ranch in Montana for awhile.
The candle is supposed to keep him in my thoughts
while he's gone or something.
Anyway.
Charlie really did a number on him.
He needs time to recuperate.
How did...we get that so wrong, Red?
Fenton is not someone who would...
He is many things, but not a killer.
It was the intel we had, Cy.
The fact that someone on the tarmac
used to work for Glackland?
It was a red flag.
Maybe we jumped to a conclusion,
but in that moment, it was all we had to go on.
And it came direct from the NSA after all.
Ballard?
[ Chatter, telephones ringing ]
Admiral Ballard!
Mr. Vice President.
Look a little rough there, Admiral.
Putting in some late nights?
No more than usual.
So that's a yes.
I just mean with Rashad and this treaty
and our missing friend Miss Perkins,
you must be burning the candle at both ends.
Some things are bound to slip through the cracks.
Like this Sergeant Ladd fella.
The one who planted the bomb on President Rashad's plane.
It was your intelligence
that connected him and Fenton Glackland, wasn't it?
Which is funny.
'Cause I did a little digging of my own,
and there was nothing I could find
that put Sergeant Ladd anywhere near Fenton Glackland.
Granted, I don't have the same fancy computers you do,
but if that's the case?
Charlie kidnapped and nearly murdered
the wrong man altogether for no reason at all.
Well, like you said, Mr. Vice President,
there's a lot going on.
We do our best, but mistakes do happen.
♪♪
Hey. You know what?
Find yourself 15 minutes.
Close the door to your office. Stretch out on the couch.
Little power nap?
I tell ya, makes all the difference. Keeps you sharp.
I'll give it a try.
Ah.
♪♪
[ Sighs ]
Any news?
[ Sighs ]
How ya doing?
The team's moved on to morgues and hospitals.
Morgues and hospitals.
Doesn't mean she's dead, Liv. There's no reason she would be.
Why is that?
Because the only two people with a reason to kill her
are standing in this room.
Someone took her.
And Charlie is doing a tour
of dead pregnant white Jane Does, Jake.
We'll find her.
Alive?
[ Sighs ]
We did this.
This is on us. Maybe --
No, it's not.
This is on the monsters who took Quinn.
Maybe the people who took her aren't the monsters.
Maybe we're the monsters.
Don't worry about that.
You know who I'm worried about? Curtis Pryce.
We don't know what Quinn told him or what he knows.
He's a real threat.
[ Woman clears throat ]
Sorry. Your father just called.
He's been trying to get in touch with you.
He said it's urgent.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
[ Chatter ]
[ Scoffs ]
What?
[ Chuckles ]
There's a Oscared filet as the special tonight.
Doesn't that sound good?
Quinn Perkins is missing.
I don't have time for you.
So. What.
What is it that's so urgent that I --
I have Quinn Perkins.
What?
I have Quinn.
She is mine.
Where is she?
[ Laughs ]
♪♪
There are people...
We've been worried.
Tell me where she is, and then tell me why you --
That reckoning that I said is coming?
That reckoning is here.
Quinn Perkins, the one person that can take you down.
The one person that knows about your new assassination hobby.
The one person that you would never kill.
Your reckoning.
I have Quinn Perkins, your downfall,
and the key to my freedom.
Check mate.
[ Laughs ]
I want my bones back.
I win. You lose.
You think this is a game?
Mnh-mnh.
Even trade.
You give me my freedom, return my bones,
I give you Quinn Perkins.
Or what?
You'll kill her?
You took my dinosaur, Olivia.
That's war.
My plan is to kill Quinn Perkins
unless I get back what you stole.
You're her friend.
You are her child's godmother.
I'm giving you a chance to save them both.
♪♪
[ Laughs ]
You're pathetic.
You won't hurt a hair on Quinn's head.
You won't do anything until I say do something.
You don't make the decisions. You don't think.
You don't make moves. I am in charge here.
You will hear from me
when I decide you will hear from me.
Until then, you don't touch Quinn.
♪♪
You stay put,
and you wait to be told what to do.
♪♪
I'm not bluffing.
♪♪
Don't ever waste my time like this again.
♪♪
Jake: What do you want to do?
Nothing. I can put together a team, raid his house.
We wait him out. This is an act of aggression. I suggest we respond in kind.
This is an act of desperation.
He's weak, old, grasping for power.
My father will return Quinn to me.
What if he doesn't?
He will.
[ Knock on door ]
Are they ready for me on the security briefing?
Not yet, but Marcus Walker would like five minutes.
Marcus: You're signing the treaty.
Someone told me to do the right thing.
It was good advice.
I'm glad to hear it.
Because I have some more.
Abolishing private prisons,
doing away with mandatory minimums,
ending mass incarceration.
You want me to work with Fitz's institute?
I do.
He's not leaving town, is he?
No. And neither am I.
[ Sighs ]
I have my own advisers, you know.
A whole wing of them.
I know, and I'm sure they're telling you
that with the amount of political capital
you're about to pull down, the sky's the limit,
and they would be right.
With your influence, we might actually be able
to accomplish everything on this list.
Marcus.
Why are you here, really?
To hand me a folder?
I'm here because I know the only reason
you would turn down an opportunity to do this much good
is because Fitz's name is on the folder.
Out of spite.
I'm here because Fitz can't be,
which you and I both know is just...sad.
Because you're better than that.
I see.
So you are not here to hand me a folder.
You're here to condescend, as well.
That's not -- No. I --
Do me a favor. Send Rachel back in here on your way out.
Madam President.
I'm finished talking to you, Marcus.
You can go.
♪♪
[ Sighs ]
♪♪
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
Fresh from FBI central servers.
Every Jane Doe admitted to a morgue in the last week
in all 50 states.
This will save us a lot of calls.
Did you filter for pregnancy?
So, it turns out
when you're dealing with unidentified persons,
you can't always count on there being a uterus.
Or a torso or --
I get it. Sometimes it's just a foot or a toe.
David.
One of these toes might be Quinn.
I know.
[ Sighs ]
I've spent the last three days with missing persons.
Right now...
I really need a present person.
Do you know the most common missing part?
The face. David.
Sorry.
I'm -- I'm just -- Those photos.
I should probably get back to the bureau
and see if anything turned up in the evidence vault.
[ Dog barks in distance ]
So...she send you to case the joint?
This game needs to end.
[ Laughs ] I couldn't agree more.
Unfortunately, there's still time on the clock,
so make your empty threat or --
She didn't send me.
I came on my own to warn you. You're not gonna win this thing.
In fact, you've already lost.
You forgot who you're dealing with, what she's capable of.
She's my daughter. I know exactly what she's capable of.
You don't. Not anymore.
She's gonna ride this train to the end of the line.
And if you don't get out of its way,
you and that innocent woman
and that innocent woman's child, you'll all be crushed.
So what should I do, then?
Tuck my tail between my legs and ask for a job, like you?
Mnh-mnh.
Let her do her worst.
I'll be ready for her.
Maybe not as ready as you think.
You went to him?
To deliver a warning. I specifically told you --
And to disarm him.
You what? I took away his toys, his guns.
They're all gone now.
And you think that's gonna make a difference?
At the very least, I thought it might buy us a little more time.
We had to do something, Liv.
We were doing something.
We were waiting.
We were running out the clock.
And now...Now he knows. Now he knows we're scared.
Now he knows we're panicked.
Any advantage we thought we once had is now gone.
What do you think is gonna happen when the clock runs out?
You think your father's just gonna admit defeat,
hand Quinn back over to you with a wink and a smile?
You need to stop pretending that Rowan isn't capable
of putting a bullet in Quinn Perkins' skull.
I know -- you think your father isn't in control here.
But I'm starting to think that maybe he is.
So you need to figure it out, Liv, what the hell you're doing.
Let me know what you decide.
Time's almost up.
♪♪
[ Door opens ]
♪♪
[ Cellphone rings ]
♪♪
Curtis Pryce.
♪♪
[ Door opens ]
Hello?
Woman: In here.
♪♪
I thought I recognized that voice.
You work for Olivia Pope.
Yeah, but...
Olivia doesn't know I called you.
I figured as much.
So, uh...
You said on the phone you have information
about the assassination of President Rashad.
If I tell you what I know,
Olivia can't find out.
♪♪
Miss Pope entering now.
[ Keypad beeping ]
♪♪
Hello?
Livvie.
What a pleasant surprise!
I thought maybe you forgot about me.
Work has been busy.
As Chief of Staff or as Command?
Both.
I told you you could have it all.
How are you?
Do you like the new apartment?
Yes.
But there was really no reason for me to move.
The other one was just fine.
Once I found out Dad was scheming behind my back,
I couldn't risk it.
Last time he found you, he shot you.
Who knows what he would've done if he knew where you were.
Like lock me up in a place that only he has access to?
It's all good, baby.
I got cable, food, and no complaints.
That's good to hear.
So what brings you here, Livvie?
[ Inhales sharply ]
What did your father do now?
He took Quinn.
Who? Quinn Perkins.
Brunette girl.
Used to work for me. She's pregnant.
Oh. Yeah.
What do you mean he took her?
He kidnapped her,
and he refuses to let her go
until I give him his freedom and his dinosaur bones.
His dinosaur...
[ Laughing ]
Oh, Lord!
[ Laughs, squeals ]
You can't be serious.
He put a clock on it.
If I don't give him his bones back,
he's going to kill her.
Okay.
[ Sighs ]
So what are you going to do?
I don't know.
I thought you could help me.
Well, that depends.
On?
What am I getting out of it?
♪♪
You can either be my mother or a bitch.
♪♪
What's it gonna be?
♪♪
[ Laughs ]
Girl, if you don't sit your dramatic ass down...
♪♪
What's she got on you? Who?
This Quinn girl. Nothing.
Don't lie to me.
If she was just your friend,
you'd have traded for her by now.
Instead, you're playing
this game of chicken with your father,
letting her sweat it out.
Why?
She knows things.
So she's got secrets.
Secrets she's ready to spill.
Something like that.
Okay. All right.
So you're just here to get Mama's permission, then.
What are you talking about?
[ Mockingly ] "What are you talking about?"
I'm talking about the fact
that all your problems go away if this bitch dies.
You're not ready to admit that.
You still got that tiny little sweetness about you,
but I can see it clear as a day.
This was a mistake.
Don't hate the player, baby. Hate the game.
That's how you beat your daddy, sweetheart.
That's how you stay Command
and protect this empire of yours.
You let the clock run out,
and you do nothing.
♪♪
Let her die, Livvie.
Let. Her. Die.
♪♪
[ Dialing ]
[ Ringing ]
It's done.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
♪♪
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
[ Crying, breathing shakily ]
[ Sighs, sniffles ]
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
Reporter: ...reported missing.
Employees of the program contacted the police...
May I? It's urgent.
The president just stepped away for a minute, sir.
...be reached by phone. Shortly after, his... I'll wait.
...was found abandoned on an embankment
of the Potomac River in Southwest D.C.
Police are telling BNC that an empty bottle of bourbon
and cans of beer were found in the vehicle,
but still no sign of Mr. Pryce himself.
Mm. Shame.
Mm.
...all morning searching for a body.
Such a dogged pursuer of the truth.
It's a real loss to our nation.
A guy like that is basically a professional snitch.
One can...create a lot of enemies that way.
Am I right?
...drug abuse.
Coworkers couldn't recall
anything at all suspicious in his behavior...
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
[ Knock on door ]
David, you're back.
How's it going?
Well, I'm still looking at dead bodies,
so you probably won't want to get near me.
Abby. I just --
You're the Attorney General of the United States.
You see dead bodies every day.
Using it as an excuse to reject me?
Abby, I wasn't rejecting you.
Then what's going on?
The world you run in, your world is terrifying.
Today, Quinn is missing.
Before that, Huck was shot.
Olivia was kidnapped. Harrison was killed.
Everyone involved with this place has bargained with death.
If we get together,
how long will it be before you're the toe in a file?
David.
I could really love you.
I don't want to end up in Charlie's position.
None of those toes are Quinn.
I know it.
She's strong. She's a survivor.
It's why Charlie took a risk on her.
And when we find her alive, like I know we will,
he'll get to marry her.
So, yeah, our world is terrifying.
We all take risks.
So far, those risks have paid off.
♪♪
I still got six of my eight minutes left by my watch.
We're fine, Jim. Thank you.
Where's Geraldine?
Where's Teddy?
He'll be down in a minute.
Until then, I wanted to talk to you about something.
I thought you weren't allowed to talk to me about anything.
Criminal-justice reform,
a goal we apparently share, yes?
Shall we get started?
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
Hey. Hey.
[ Door closes ] Jake: Did you hear?
Curtis Pryce has gone missing.
Okay. Presumed dead, they think.
I don't need to know the details.
Tragedy all around.
Wine?
Sure.
Good answer.
♪♪
I am...tired.
♪♪
Yeah? This is exhausting, this game.
[ Inhales sharply ]
It never ends.
[ Chuckles ] Nope.
♪♪
You know what I think it is?
♪♪
It's the hiding.
The energy it takes to hide all the time.
♪♪
Clock runs out tomorrow morning.
♪♪
I know that.
And you also know you need to decide what you're gonna do.
♪♪
I can't let Quinn die.
I know it would solve a lot of my problems,
but I can't do it.
You let Rashad die.
Rashad wasn't Quinn.
[ Sighs ] So give him back his bones.
No.
They're his bones, Olivia. Today.
Today, it's his bones. Tomorrow?
This is about... power.
Power he will slowly begin to assert.
Power he will slowly begin to exercise over me
because I was stupid enough to let him discover
that this theory of his, the one about being able
to control me by kidnapping my friend
in order to get whatever it is that he wants, it works.
It works.
And he can't know that.
Today, it's his bones.
Tomorrow it's B613. Then it's Mellie.
Then it's the White House.
Then it's the empire I have built.
It's everything.
So then kill him.
♪♪
Eliminate the problem. Your father is the problem.
You're not listening.
Listen to yourself right now.
You can't let your father win. You can't let Quinn die.
Where the hell does that leave you?
I'm very sorry, Olivia,
but you do not get to have it all.
♪♪
It's late.
You should probably --
Oh, stop hiding!
Come out of the shadows.
Make your choice.
Are you Command or are you not?
Get out. Liv.
Get out.
♪♪
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes ]
♪♪
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
[ Door opens ]
[ Chatter in distance ]
I had the stagecraft people set marks
so you'd know where to stand.
Um, getting the symmetry right is essential to the imagery.
I also cut down the speech and tweaked some lines. Hmm.
Read through and make sure it all works for you.
I will do so.
Good luck. See you after.
Wait. Stay. Be here with me.
This is a major moment.
Rare air.
Over 40 years --
spanning three wars costing thousands of lives --
six United States presidents have worked tirelessly
to make it here, to this moment.
To peace.
All six fell short.
Were it not for you?
I would have been the seventh.
Had I sought revenge for Rashad's assassination,
his death would have been meaningless.
Now, thanks to you,
his death is a sacrifice for the greater good.
You saw the big picture when I couldn't.
You led us here.
To this moment.
And I know it's hard for you to see that
while fearing the worst for Quinn.
But know...
that you are a champion.
And that this is only the beginning.
Only the beginning.
Yes.
Let's hope so.
Hope? No.
Let's make damn sure of it.
Yeah.
Let's be worthy of these sacrifices.
You and me, together.
Say it with me.
♪♪
You and me, together.
Nothing, no one, no man...
standing in our way.
Nothing... no one, no man,
standing in our way.
♪♪
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
♪♪
[ Door opens ]
[ Sighs ]
Time's up.
Your dad's summoning you.
What's it gonna be?
Your father's freedom or Quinn's life?
♪♪
[ Door closes ]
♪♪
Perkins' life... or my freedom.
You don't summon me.
You do not push me or rush me.
This is serious business.
You have no idea.
Choose one, Olivia!
♪♪
Perkins' life or my freedom.
You're not going to kill me.
♪♪
I don't have to.
Mm.
You won't be able to live with that girl's blood on your hands
or the blood of the baby she has inside of her.
No.
I mean, you're not going to kill me, and you should.
You should kill me.
It's your only way out of this, seriously.
It's what you would tell anyone else to do.
Eliminate the problem, sever the head of the snake.
I am the snake.
I am the problem.
A bullet in my head is your only chance at freedom.
[ Gun cocks ]
Good.
Now all you have to do is pull the trigger.
♪♪
Pull it.
Pull it!
♪♪
[ Hammer resets ]
[ Gun thuds ]
If you're not willing to kill me,
then you have no cards left to play.
I win. You lose.
You have a soul left, Olivia.
You will not let that girl die.
♪♪
Don't worry. I don't have a gun.
I don't need one.
I have better weapons at my disposal.
♪♪
Olivia: Red Five Two. Olivia Pope.
This is a Kill Order.
Eli Pope. You have his file.
247 Rocking Bird Rd. 5'10".
African-American, 72 years old.
Alert the FBI, DEA, Homeland Security,
and the U.S. Marshals Service.
Unless you hear from me,
Kill order begins in exactly 20 minutes.
Level Five. Shoot to kill.
♪♪
You have 20 minutes to live.
Unless you want to put your toys away,
sit down, and shut up.
If you fold now,
I can pretend this was nothing more than a senior moment.
I will kill her. You think I'm bluffing.
You think Quinn and I are BFFs forever
and I'll let that cloud my judgment,
or that mini-Quinn she's carrying
is a little person I am already in love with
so I just can't handle the idea of both of them dying.
You think there's a soft, chewy center in here.
You do think that.
And for the life of me, I can't figure out why.
You gave me a dead mother,
a life in boarding school,
then you told me everything I knew was a lie.
You took away the only man I ever truly loved.
You killed his son.
You consistently erased my hopes...
Mnh-mnh. ...my dreams, my ambitions.
You taught me the only constant
worth holding on to is the Republic.
You made me in your own image.
"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Poison though it may be."
Remember that? Mm.
I am just as you made me.
That ray of light you think I am
isn't a warm campfire, Dad.
It's a blowtorch.
So why would you think
I would choose Quinn over the Republic?
You need to make a choice.
I'll even throw in a bonus.
I'll give you 60 seconds of grace.
You have 60 seconds to pull the covers over your head
and tell yourself that all the monsters are just dreams.
Then, you will either kill Quinn or hand her over.
Otherwise, I'll walk out that door,
and you can spend the next 20 minutes waiting to die.
You're bluffing.
I think you're the one who's bluffing.
Your judgment is clouded.
Your soft, chewy center is out.
If I am who you hope I am,
then killing Quinn and her baby
destroys me for sure.
If I am already done,
killing her gets you nothing.
You are bluffing.
Your bluff is showing. I can see it.
Mm. Try me.
♪♪
If Quinn has to die for the Republic,
then she has to die.
60 seconds starting now.
Your move.
♪♪
Five, four, three, two...
♪♪
[ Keypad beeping ]
[ Door opens ]
♪♪
[ Gunshot ]
[ Gasps ]
Quinn: Please!
[ Gunshot ]
Oh, God!
♪♪
[ Gasping ]
♪♪
[ Footsteps approach ]
[ Sighs, breathing heavily ]
♪♪
You want to see the body?
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