Previously on "Scandal"...
-I have Quinn Perkins.
I want my bones back.
Perkins' life... or my freedom.
Try me.
Oh, God!
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Rowan: Yes. I'd like to report a fire.
I-I don't know.
It's that lot out past the warehouse.
Please hurry.
Someone could get hurt.
David: Metro PD got an anonymous 911 call last night.
They discovered the body in a stolen car.
The fire was still burning.
CSU was only able to get a partial dental impression.
But they did find blood and hair
in the trunk with the remains.
It's Quinn.
Official cause of death is two gunshot wounds --
one to the chest, one in the head.
Oh, my God. Her dress.
Charlie: Give it to me.
What about the baby? Was it...
Yes, it was.
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Charlie...
Olivia: Tell me what you need.
Robin.
I'm sorry. I can't --
We were gonna name the baby Robin...
our baby girl.
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Jake: Liv.
Mellie: Everyone...
...I am so sorry for this immensely tragic loss.
I wanted to express my sympathies
to each and every one of you,
for whatever it's worth.
Madam President, that is very kind.
Charlie, right?
Uh, ma'am.
Quinn worked on my campaign.
She was always so lovely.
If there is anything that you need,
anything at all,
please let me know.
I really appreciate that, ma'am.
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This was the work of a monster.
It is unfathomable.
Madam President, I'll head back with you.
I know there are many pressing issues --
Nonsense, Olivia.
I know there are arrangements that need to be made.
You stay here.
Take all the time you need.
Be with your family.
Thank you.
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I'm thinking of you, Charlie.
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[ Knock on door, door opens ]
Sir? Huh?
The FBI reached out asking when's the best time
to give you the briefing you requested.
I don't need the briefing.
I'm sure they're pursuing every possible lead.
Yes, sir.
H-Hannah.
Any update on Glackland's arrival time?
Mr. Glackland's jet lands at 6:50 tonight.
Thank you.
Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.
I had the most spectacular lunch last month
at the Japanese embassy.
Do you think you could track down
the name of the chef for me?
Charlie: I hate this. Olivia: I know.
You don't have to pick one of those.
They have more options in here.
What about something like this?
Mm, no. It's too basic.
I think it's elegant. No, it's nice.
It's just not right. It's not Quinn.
None of this stuff is.
You know, I had a mentor in Argentina,
this old spy.
He'd been everywhere and he'd done everything
and he always said that when -- when he passed,
he wanted to have all of his ashes loaded into bullets
and fired into his enemies.
Quinn loved that story.
Marcus: It's certainly badass, but --
Insane. I was gonna say extreme.
Charlie, we can't... turn Quinn into ammunition.
Why not? I've buried people --
You know, a lot of people.
I mean, what's the difference between what I used to do
and what you guys want to do with Quinn?
A fancy box and a few thousand dollars.
No. Quinn deserves more than this.
She died a warrior.
She would want to go out like one.
Just, forget it.
Olivia: Charlie...
...are you sure?
Of course I'm sure.
Then that's what we'll do.
Someone should write a eulogy.
Will you?
Hey.
I'm...heading home.
Charlie asked me to write the eulogy, so...
He has an idea for the burial -- bullets.
Oh, Quinn loved that story.
Yeah.
Anyway...
Did Quinn ever mention anything about a hairpin?
What?
It's in the coroner's report --
some antique hairpin
that managed to stay partially intact despite --
I don't remember her ever mentioning it,
and we went over every detail planning the wedding.
Ring any bells?
No.
Sorry.
Cyrus: You're in for a treat.
I borrowed the chef from the Japanese embassy.
I'm so happy you're back.
Fentsie, what -- what -- what is it?
What's the matter?
It's over, okay?
We're done.
Fentsie, you're -- you're joking, right?
This is a joke.
I keep trying to tell you,
you have a terrible sense of humor.
I'm sorry, Cyrus.
Goodbye.
Huck: It was beautiful,
the way the light was hitting the glass,
the cracks.
You know how they're able
to shoot those amazing little prisms around the room,
when the sun hits them just right?
They were everywhere.
I had it all timed out...
perfectly --
right when David was about
to announce the two of you husband and wife.
You would have loved it.
It was a beautiful wedding, Quinn.
♪♪
When it was me,
when someone hurt me,
you found them.
And you did what you had to do.
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I'm gonna do the same for you, Quinn.
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I promise.
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Your bones, as promised.
Hope they were worth it.
Didn't have to end this way, son.
It didn't, but you made a choice --
to kill Quinn.
I didn't have a choice.
Olivia did.
I told her my demands
and clearly stated the consequences
of what failing to meet said demands would be.
Instead of taking me seriously, she tested me.
She belittled me, and she enjoyed it.
She gambled with Quinn Perkins' life
to deprive me of
the only sliver of joy I had left.
So maybe you should ask Olivia
if these bones were worth it.
Time will tell.
She lost her friend.
And I lost my child.
She, too, is dead, so...
there are no winners here.
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I just heard.
How are you?
♪♪
Quinn's dead.
I'm great.
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If you hadn't gone running to Mellie,
if you'd left like I told you to...
Maybe we should talk about this inside.
...if I'd had a chance to solve things
rather than be tattled on by a child...
Why are you here?
I'm here because I'm your friend.
M-- My --
You are all kinds of things,
but you are not my --
I don't want you for my friend.
You come here with your booze
and your condolence calling,
and you think we're, what,
gonna drink up, talk old times,
be friends?
You're not good enough to be my friend.
I have amazing friends.
I can see that.
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Admiral Ballard,
I was hoping we could have a word.
I'm awfully busy, Mr. Vice President,
and these little hallway run-ins of ours --
not really my thing.
Then I'll cut to the chase.
Oh, I wish you wouldn't. Fenton Glackland.
Doesn't ring a bell. Really?
Because he came home last night
and broke up with me out of nowhere.
I'm sorry to hear that.
So you do remember him.
Mr. Vice President, are you asking me
if I had something to do
with your boyfriend dumping you?
I guess I am.
You see, I've been doing what you asked --
minding my business, staying in my lane.
But it feels like
you haven't shown me the same courtesy.
Mr. Vice President, I wish I could help.
As to what might have prompted this Glackland fellow
to end your relationship,
I assure you, I had nothing to do with it.
Beyond that, I'd hate to speculate.
After all,
there's no accounting for taste.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
Abby:
The hell, Huck?
What are you doing here?
What is this? Quinn's hairpin.
They found it on her body.
I traced it to the Smithsonian.
Some dead First Lady used to own it.
I asked Liv if she'd ever seen it. She said no.
So?
Look who signed it out.
I think Liv did a bad thing.
Because she forgot about a hairpin?
It's not just the hairpin.
Look.
This is Liv's cellphone activity
the night before Quinn's wedding.
You hacked into her cellphone?
At 10:03 p.m.,
her cellphone pinged off the 14th Street cell tower.
Guess what's down the road
from the 14th Street cell tower.
The D.C. War Memorial.
Huck -- What if it was Liv
that Quinn met with that night? That's crazy.
Is it? Think back, Abby.
When Quinn went missing,
Liv took charge of the search.
She was concerned.
Or she wanted to manage us,
keep us away from the truth.
That doesn't even --
Why would Liv do that?
Because she killed Rashad!
She must have!
And when Quinn found out about it,
Liv killed her!
No. She killed her, Abby.
Liv killed Quinn!
Huck, stop this right now!
You're losing your mind.
You're grieving. We all are.
You're grasping for answers,
and you're coming up with some very wrong,
very dangerous ideas.
You're talking about Liv.
Liv did not kill Quinn, okay?
So, please take these meaningless documents,
go home, and throw them in the nearest trash can.
You got it?
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Go.
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Excuse me, sir.
There's a Mr. Huck here to see you.
Fitz: What can I do for you?
Oh, Olivia -- she's...
I knew the White House
would turn her into one of them,
one of you.
One of me?
But she's worse than you now, a lot worse.
She's done terrible things.
You ever get déjà vu, Huck?
You mean, do I ever feel like something has happened before
even if it hasn't?
I've already tried with Olivia.
She wants nothing to do with me.
What do you mean, you tried with her?
I mean I came back for her.
I tried offering her an alternative
to the person she's become, but...
If you came here to ask for my help,
I'm sorry.
You think there's something wrong with her, too.
You see it, don't you?
I see...
That Liv's not the same person anymore.
I thought that I was the only one.
She's not the same person anymore.
No.
She's not.
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Huck...
I thought I was going crazy.
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I'm not crazy.
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Thank you.
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Cyrus:
Mr. Glackland will be out in a moment.
Thank you.
What are you doing here?
I didn't know what else to do
since you weren't returning my calls.
You want to know why?
Is that asking so much?
While I was in Montana,
I had my people do a little digging...
Digging.
...into this Charlie guy,
you know, the hothead with the oranges.
Oh?
You know what I found out?
He used to be a sort of hit-man type,
a thug for hire.
But, of course, you knew that
because he used to work for you.
You knew these people.
You worked with these people --
murderers and liars and thugs.
I closed that book a long time ago, Fenton.
All of that stuff -- it's in the past now.
I am no longer that person.
Just stop, Cyrus. Stop. No, it's -- it's true.
I don't believe you!
There's one thing I've always been able to rely on,
and that's my instinct.
It's a genuine skill.
And my instinct is telling me,
you're a bad guy.
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You think I'm a...bad guy?
Look, we don't need to do this.
Well, I -- Tell me something.
How'd you make all these billions of dollars, Fenton?
You do that honestly?
You just, what, played the game, fair and square
'cause that's what your instinct told you to do?
I never launched a project I didn't truly believe in.
If an idea or a product wasn't good enough,
I made it better.
I never rigged the game.
You tried buying me with a painting.
You remember that?
I thought that painting was beautiful.
I thought...
you were beautiful.
And that's why I gave it to you.
Just admit it, Fenton!
Admit you are no better than me.
The difference between us, Cyrus,
is if I ever thought someone
was trying to buy me with a painting...
...I never would've allowed it.
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Olivia:
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Hi. My name is Huck, and I'm an alcoholic.
All: Hi, Huck.
Huck: I've been sober 46 months.
But my sponsor, my friend -- she's gone now.
She died.
I could really use a drink right now.
♪♪
But the drink I want,
I know if I drink it,
I won't be able to live with myself.
But I need that whiskey.
I need that whiskey bad.
♪♪
Hey.
That's her?
Yep.
I never liked the idea of cremation.
It always seemed so final.
More final than dead?
Dead's pretty final.
At least with burial,
there's still a body, just in case.
In case of what?
I don't know.
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On the phone, you said you needed a ride home,
but your car's in the parking lot.
Yeah.
I was fine on the way here.
But then they handed her to me
and I realized I was about to get into the car
with a dead person and her baby,
and I froze.
You're already taking your life in your hands
every time you get behind the wheel as it is.
Plus, I'm not helping my odds doing this job.
You said yourself how dangerous it can be.
Abby, I didn't mean to scare you.
I want a fancy casket, something pretty,
and flowers, all of the flowers.
I want it to be nice and traditional and pretty.
I don't want to be...
turned into a weapon or -- I don't know --
sh-- shot out of a cannon.
Is that an option?
You'd be surprised.
I just want a simple headstone --
"Here Lies David Rosen."
"Attorney General of the United States"?
"Chief Justice."
I plan to live a long time.
Now, can we get out of here?
I'm afraid if we keep talking about all of this,
I'm not gonna want to get behind the wheel, either.
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Huck: Breathe.
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Olivia:
It's just me.
I thought if I came here and sat in her chair,
it would help me write Quinn's eulogy.
Nope.
But...
But I did find this.
Do you remember this?
Quinn must have kept it.
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I remember it being prettier, though.
I guess that's what happens.
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We were supposed to protect her.
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That's what we do.
It's who we are.
♪♪
We're gladiators!
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Gladiators.
Stupid.
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They got eaten, you know.
Lions ate them.
And they didn't get eulogies.
They --
They were just entertainment.
And food.
Dinner and a show.
That's all we are -- dinner and a show.
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[ Stevie Wonder's "Never Dreamed You'd Leave in Summer" plays ]
Damn it.
♪ I never dreamed ♪
♪ You'd leave in summer ♪
♪ I thought you would go ♪
♪ Then come back home ♪
♪ I thought the cold ♪
♪ Would leave by summer ♪
♪ But my quiet nights ♪
♪ Will be spent alone ♪
♪ You said there would be ♪
♪ Warm love in springtime ♪
♪ That is when you started ♪
♪ To be cold ♪
♪ I never dreamed ♪
♪ You'd leave in summer ♪
♪ But now I find myself ♪
♪ All alone ♪
♪ You said then you'd be ♪
♪ The life in autumn ♪
♪ Said you'd be the one ♪
♪ To see the way ♪
♪ No, I never dreamed ♪
♪ You'd leave in summer ♪
♪ But now I find my love ♪
♪ Has gone away ♪
♪ Why didn't you ♪
♪ St ♪
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I tried to write something,
something...hopeful...
something that would help make sense of this,
get perspective on this...loss.
But there is no perspective.
It doesn't make sense.
There's no silver lining, no hope.
No good comes from this.
Quinn's...
Quinn's death...
...is...
...awful.
That's all I can think of to say.
It's just awful.
I'm sorry. I --
No.
Well said.
You know, this is probably illegal.
So long, Robin.
I love you.
What are you doing here? Relax.
I'm not stalking you.
Well, I don't need your help.
Huck:
What?
You're weird.
I'm not weird.
Weird is good.
It's the best job you'll ever have.
You will change lives, you will slay dragons,
you will love the hunt more than you ever dreamed.
And I am not crazy.
I'm a gladiator in a suit.
That's what you are when you work at O.P.A.
You're a gladiator in a suit.
Do you want to be a gladiator in a suit?
Quinn: You want to have a baby? Let's have a baby.
Over a cliff.
We are the white hats. We are the good guys.
We don't quit. We get justice.
No. Huck's right.
There is no justice on this one.
The good guys lose, and white hats burn.
Aleha ha-shalom.
Jake: Olivia's okay.
This was a test?
This was a test.
Thank you.
Now, I have work to do.
Of course, sorry.
I'll go back to my office.
Quinn? Hmm?
This is your office now.
Rest in peace, Quinn.
David: Where's Charlie? Abby: He went home.
♪♪
♪ Fly ♪
♪♪
♪ Fly me to the moon ♪
♪ And let me play among the stars ♪
♪ Let me see ♪
Marcus: So, we're driving. I forget where.
And she gets hungry and asks me to stop
at this vegan place on 18th.
Abby: Ugh, I hate that place.
She was basically keeping them in business.
And that's exactly what she told them
when they wouldn't give her
an extra kale walnut pesto sauce.
They charge $1.29 for extra sauce.
That is ridiculous.
She goes, "Do you know
how many times a week I eat here,
how fast I could shut this place down?"
Did they give her the sauce? Yep.
♪ I love ya ♪
For $1.29.
Oh, Liv better hurry up.
We're gonna run out of liquor before she gets here.
Did you call Liv?
♪ I wanna sing to you, darling ♪ Of course I did.
David: I'm happy to step out and pick up another bottle,
maybe pick up some take
I hear there's a vegan place
with very reasonably priced sauce.
Mm.
♪ You are all that I long for ♪
♪ Oh, oh ♪
♪ All that I long for ♪
♪ Worship and adore ♪
♪♪
♪ Can't you see that I love you? ♪
Huck, come on, you need to eat.
When did you call Liv?
Come on, Huck.
I thought you let this go, this insane theory.
I did. I let it go.
I'm just asking.
When did you call her?
I don't know. An hour ago?
♪ fly, fly, fly ♪ Then where is she?
♪ And let me play among the stars ♪
You want to talk?
You want to sit?
Liv.
What do you need?
Just a night.
Everything okay?
I don't know where to go.
Um, well...
I-I couldn't go back to our apartment.
Right.
Everybody was sending us stuff for the baby.
Somebody sent us this playpen.
The thing was huge.
It took Quinn three hours to put the thing together.
Wouldn't let me help.
Directions in friggin' Swedish.
And now I don't know what to do with it.
I don't want to see it.
I don't want to see any of that stuff.
Okay. Give me your keys.
Here. You need to pull.
Ohh! Ah!
And we broke it.
Can it be fixed?
It's not part of the playpen.
I think it was hidden inside of it.
What do you mean, "hidden"? What is it?
Rowan: Charlie.
I want back in.
I don't understand.
I'm coming in from the cold, boss.
Son --
I was a good soldier.
I did my job. I didn't ask questions.
I didn't catch feelings.
I liked being that guy.
He -- he's fun.
And what I am now?
What Quinn turned me into with her love --
this sad sack
who can't stop thinking about his dead wife and kid.
He sucks.
He is the worst.
So, come on.
Put him out of his misery.
Make me that guy again.
Give me an order.
Tell me to -- Tell me to kill somebody.
I'm ready. I'll do it.
This is me reporting for duty, sir.
You should go home.
Get some rest.
Take some time to think about
what you're really asking for.
♪♪
Let me in, old man.
♪♪
Son... Whose baby is that?
...you should leave.
Whose baby is that?
Whose baby is that?!
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