I see a car in my rearview mirror.
I hear footsteps behind me.
I turn around, they're gone.
Previously on Scandal...
She could be getting into something possibly dangerous, with work.
So Albatross, the mole, the man who killed Wendy...
He's the one who leaked their names to the terrorists.
You can't tell anyone it came from me. And you can't bring it to the CIA.
An anonymous source sent them to my office this morning.
That meeting isn't on my schedule.
It's so late at night. And three times a week. Who is it?
He's not cheating on me, Cy. He's cheating on you.
The mole is not in the agency. The CIA is clean on this.
Thank you, Osborne.
He can't know we're on to him.
His name's Jake Ballard.
He's a Naval Intelligence Officer with the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
Put him under the microscope, see what you find.
The more dirt, the better.
It would help to know why I'm doing this.
He sleeping with your husband?
In a manner of speaking? Yes.
So this source of yours,
the one who gave you the fax transmissions
on the Kashfari hostages.
Yeah?
You think there's more blood in that stone?
Might be. Why do you ask?
I want you to look into it.
Me? Don't you have a building in Langley that does that?
I do. But, so far, all they've done is rule themselves out as the leak.
- You need some backup. - I need some backup.
Someone I can trust.
Which, these days,
it's a very short list.
And who knows?
If things go well,
maybe we find a place for you here that's a little more official.
So, I've been thinking.
About your family.
It's just, it's been a while since you had one to, you know,
- watch. - Slow down.
What, the speed limit here's, like...
You have to keep at least 100 feet between us and them. Slow down.
Anyway, I just thought maybe we could find you a new family?
Look, I know they were special, Huck.
But every family's special in their own little way, don't you think?
He's turning left. Next street.
Don't forget to signal.
When you don't signal, it draws attention.
So, what do you say?
I say we've been following Osborne for a week
and he hasn't made a drop the entire time.
Hasn't been to the dry cleaners even once.
And he's driving a new route tonight, which is very, very strange.
So, what do you say?
Osborne's on his way to a new drop.
Mmm-mmm.
- We've been made? - We've been made.
We haven't been made. What makes you think we've been made?
You see that apartment building up ahead?
Yeah.
- Wait, isn't that... - Olivia's.
- We've been made. - We've been made.
Director Osborne.
- To what do I owe... - Who hired you?
Excuse me?
You're having me followed.
Unless you have a crush on me, I assume there's a reason.
What's the reason?
Director Osborne, all due respect...
Who hired you?
Do you really think we don't have a file on you?
A woman who's had her finger in every pile of dirt
that gets dumped on this town? It's a damned encyclopedia.
Yes, I'd like to report a break-in.
I asked you a question, and I am waiting for an answer.
Check my file.
Half my clients have your pay grade or higher.
Which means half my clients would happily intervene on my behalf,
and kick your ass in whatever special way their office allows.
Which is why I suggest, Director Osborne,
you leave my apartment immediately.
This isn't over.
- You okay? - Yeah.
- Wow. - Yeah.
Really? Nowhere else to put him?
He's safest here.
Oh, come on!
David walked into someone ransacking his apartment last night.
Oh, God. Is he...
Fine. Shaken, but fine.
You think it was Osborne looking for the flash drive?
I think Osborne sent someone else to do his dirty work,
because last night, the man was too busy threatening me.
- So he's onto us. - He's onto us.
- What next? - We lie low. We back off.
We don't take on the Director of the CIA without solid proof he's the mole.
In the meantime, we have a client coming in.
Who's the client?
You've been on an all-night stakeout.
Why don't you go home and get some sleep?
I'm not tired. I can work.
Who's the client?
I'd apologize for being late,
but, hell, I'm not that tardy and I ain't that sorry.
Darling, if you'd do me the kindness
and rustle old Hollis up a coffee, black as Texas crude
with three sugars, sweet as you, I'd be much obliged.
This is my favorite ex-wife, Debora.
All he would tell me is you're a bunch of specialized lawyers.
Don't think for one second I'm renegotiating the divorce contract.
You deserve every penny, honey.
I'm afraid we've got a whole other cat to skin.
Please, Daddy.
Just do what he says or he swears he's gonna kill me.
He wants you...
He wants you to wire $20 million
to this routing number and account number,
or he swears you'll never see me again.
He says...
He says if you go to the police, you'll never see me again.
He says if you do anything other than what he's asking,
you'll never see me again.
Please, Daddy.
I'm so scared, I just wanna come home.
Just do what he says or else he'll hurt me. He'll...
Only thing she forgot to do was thank the damn Academy.
What is the matter with you?
Y'all weren't buying that little performance?
That there is nothing more than the fruits
of the six years of film school, acting class, scene study,
and whatever in hell else Maybelle wanted to take
and I was a damn fool to pay for.
I had myself a good old laugh when I got it in my mail last night.
You have been sitting on this since last night?
Our daughter, our baby, has been kidnapped,
and you waited 12 hours to tell anyone?
Maybelle Doyle, 25.
Youngest of Hollis' eight children and only daughter with his fourth ex-wife,
Manhattan power player, Debora Clarkson.
Apple fall far from the tree?
Evil tree. Rotten apple.
Imagine a pretty, young, spoiled Hollis Doyle
on pills and coke and speed.
Darling, our baby is a drug addict.
A user who's trying to bleed me dry
in the only way left since I cut her off without a cent after that...
What was it now? Fourth? No, fifth stint in rehab.
So you don't believe your daughter was kidnapped?
No, sir, I do not.
How can you... You saw that video.
She's not lying, she's terrified!
Hollis, I advise you take a moment to fully consider...
Ain't nothing to consider, ponder, or cogitate on.
That child has bled me dry her whole life.
Now she's just at it again
on a bigger scale with fancier dramatics.
After getting kicked out of Georgetown for cheating,
Daddy bought her a big, fancy penthouse next door
to keep her out of trouble. And it worked, for a while.
Then Maybelle met Justin Turner at a club.
Just as rich. Just as useless.
They started dealing, forging checks, stealing cars...
Think Bonnie and Clyde on pills and coke and speed.
Even if it wasn't a hoax, I got me eight kids with five wives.
If I paid up, they'd just come take the rest.
Pretty soon, I'd be stuck working the drive-through at Gettysburger
just to pay ransoms.
This is not hypothetical.
This is happening. This is our daughter.
Ms. Pope, please.
Our hands are tied if we can't go to the authorities.
We'll do our best to get your daughter home safely.
But I'm gonna need you to cooperate.
Hollis, I need your full participation in this.
Don't get me wrong, I want y'all to get my Maybelle back.
But?
But it'll be a cold day in hell
before I pay one red cent for that gal's heinie.
We have a men's room.
Same pipes. What's the difference?
I really need to explain to you why you spitting your plaque
and your food bits all over my kitchen is a problem?
You need to explain to me why the devil is suddenly our client.
He needs help.
And why not help the murderer you rigged an election with?
It's the Christian thing to do.
Gladiator...
Suit. Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
The hell does that mean?
Watch and learn, Rosen. Watch and learn.
What does this tell us?
Looks like a warehouse.
Plaid curtains, could be it was converted to residential.
Ooh. The angle of that sunlight.
The window must be facing west.
What else?
That's everything in the frame.
Close your eyes.
Metro!
I hear the Metro!
It only runs above ground in a few places,
so we can narrow down the warehouse locations based on that, right?
Let's pull up the maps.
You look at the ex-boyfriend?
This sort of crime's always the ex-boyfriend.
Thanks for the heads up.
The boyfriend, Justin, has been M.I.A. Six months,
ever since he left lockup.
No sign he was here. None of the prints I found matched his.
He could have been wearing gloves. Plus, I mean, look at this mess.
Signs point to a struggle.
Could be she's just messy.
Rich people take things for granted.
Not shoes.
Not these shoes.
I didn't know you kept up with fashion.
I keep up with girls who keep up with fashion.
Well?
I don't know anything yet.
He is spending his evenings with a soldier,
a man you and I have never met or heard of.
I'm looking into it, but right now...
There's a snake in the garden, Cy.
I don't know anything yet.
A garden that we planted, we cultivated, we harvested.
I do not know anything yet.
Do I have to take care of this myself?
I don't know anything yet.
Yet. Yet!
I am simply saying
I realize that you are not in the best position with him right now.
Yes. I am currently on the outside, looking in.
My nose is pressed up to the glass of life right now.
And I wanna thank you for that. I do.
Because, you know, it reminded me never to let my guard down.
Not when something Mellie this way comes.
But don't you worry about me.
I will once again be his warrior,
I will once again sit at the right hand of the father.
I'm on it, my guard is up.
And as a friend of mine likes to say, it's handled.
He says the kids are coming down this weekend,
which is funny,
since the Secret Service doesn't have any travel for the kids on their roster.
That feels like a thing you should be taking care of.
Did you need something?
I'm, um, heading to bed.
Good night.
You know, I wanted to mention...
It might be hard for Jerry and Karen
to get away from boarding school this weekend.
It'll be fine. We put in the request a month ago.
No, I know.
Just, with classes.
Karen has a paper and Jerry has lacrosse,
and they were just here for the holidays, and before that, to see Teddy...
We're going to play tennis all weekend.
Well, they are. I'll coach.
I can't very well play tennis and hold the baby at the same time.
Tennis. That sounds...
You don't have to worry about it.
No one expects you to join us.
Family activities aren't your thing, I know.
Director Osborne.
- To what do I owe... - Who hired you?
Excuse me?
You're having me followed.
Unless you have a crush on me, I assume there's a reason.
What's the reason?
Director Osborne, all due respect...
Who hired you?
What about Alexandria?
There's some warehouses near the King Street stop.
- Good idea. - We'll check there after Greenbelt.
Or, just thinking outside the box, you could save gas and time
and maybe this girl's life, if you get the FBI to look for you.
First of all, we're so much better than the FBI at this.
Secondly...
Here's your fourscore, extra bacon.
And your hushpuppies, of course.
And here's the rest of the mail.
Mostly invitations to fundraisers...
Have we ruled out Takoma Park?
It's too residential.
And it doesn't look like there are any stops
on the red line that go near a warehouse district.
This package came for you.
My hands are awful busy, darling.
Oh, that's all right.
Wouldn't be the first time you've lent your boss a hand.
Right, Trixie?
This warehouse is like a needle in a haystack.
The police have software that can location map everything
down to a crack on the sidewalk.
And that would take three days. She'd be dead by then.
Have we pulled up maps...
- What's going on? - Oh, my...
- I touched it! - Is that...
- That's an... - I touched it!
Ear.
This is Olivia Pope. I'll be negotiating on behalf of the Doyle family.
Daddy! Why didn't you pay him?
You saw what he did to me!
You're going to have to talk to me, Maybelle.
Whoever has you, you tell them you're only talking to me.
He cut off my ear!
Afraid I need to see some proof.
Proof? Are you insane?
Maybelle, we're going to need proof.
He's saying...
He says...
Maybelle, what does he say?
He says that you need to pay up in 24 hours,
or else I'm gonna lose something less cosmetic.
Once the money is wired to his account,
then he'll call and he'll tell you where I am.
Please, Daddy, please. This time, just listen to me.
I'm telling y'all. That's not her ear.
Where would Maybelle get a human ear?
Addicts are resourceful.
Hollis, you have to consider the risk if you're wrong.
I'll tell you what. Get me a DNA test.
A DNA test takes 48 hours, minimum.
We have 24.
That's y'all's problem.
I don't pony up any money till I have proof that's her ear.
You just killed our daughter.
Are you happy?
You just killed our baby!
Our daughter is nothing more than a spoiled brat
who wants to get her hands on my money.
If you think I'm going to give it to her, you're crazier than she is!
- Charming family. - Okay.
Seriously.
I'm not trying to sound like a broken record here,
but isn't this the time to call the police?
Bring in the FBI?
We're dealing with a class-A felony.
- It's just math. - Math?
You hire us, we negotiate the ransom,
make an untraceable payment, retrieve the victim, safe and sound.
We've never lost a client. Not once.
You call the cops, you get a rescue team,
dogs, body armor, the works.
Now, you don't spend any of your own money,
but the victim's chance of survival drops to 50% in a rescue scenario.
So if I wanted to see my loved one alive, I wouldn't call the cops.
I'd call us.
Every time.
Hey, Liv?
Let me ask you a question.
Why are we helping Doyle?
Why is the devil our client?
Because even the devil loves his kids.
Ma'am.
How can I help you today?
I'm going to need you to change Fitz's schedule this weekend.
Oh. No need to worry, Mrs. Grant.
I have already completely cleared it, so he can spend time with the children.
That's lovely. And thoughtful.
But now I need you to unclear it.
- Ma'am? - He's a busy man.
He runs the greatest nation on Earth.
Surely, he has things he could be doing.
Well, he always has things he could be doing...
Put them on his schedule this weekend.
Yes, ma'am.
Are you keeping bad news from him in an effort to stay on his good side?
I would think you have enough problems of your own to worry about
without meddling in our private family affairs.
Cyrus, I can't talk.
Why not?
Because Hollis Doyle's daughter's been kidnapped.
Karma.
You are a bad man.
Just take a moment to feel the karma.
Goodbye, Cyrus.
Jake. How are you?
I was just wondering what you're up to.
Thought maybe we could grab some lunch.
I'd love to, but I can't.
I'm in the middle of something at work.
- Maybe later, when I'm home? - Yeah, maybe later,
when you're home.
These documents came from a flash drive that,
until very recently, I believe was in Osborne's possession.
The level of security clearance required to access this information
belongs to a handful of people.
You, the Secretary of Defense, the Vice President, and Osborne.
Why do you assume it's Osborne?
Because I saw him threatening my source.
You're not going to tell me who this source is, are you?
No, sir. I'm not.
I know this is a big gamble.
But consider the damage a guy like Osborne can do.
Especially if we drag our feet on this.
You trust this source?
They brought home the hostages, didn't they?
You asked me to do a job. I did it.
And I'm telling you, Grayden Osborne is your mole.
So?
- Not the kidnapper's building. - And why?
It doesn't match the video. The windows don't open.
Very good.
Hey. How about them?
They live in an apartment.
So? Nice families live in apartments.
No yard. No dog.
They've got a little dog, it doesn't need a yard.
That is not a dog.
You're never going to find the perfect family.
Perfect families don't exist.
Hey! New message!
There's an attachment.
Pull it up on the TV.
Oh, God.
Well, it was definitely her ear.
Plaid curtains, western sunlight.
Electrical transformer across the street.
Just like in the video.
- So where's Maybelle? - I don't know.
But she was definitely here.
Pay them.
Pay them whatever they want.
It doesn't work like that, Hollis.
You hear me? Pay them sons of bitches and get my baby back here.
Now!
We're all set up to wire the money via electronic transfer
to the account number.
However, we're only sending half of it.
What?
If we give him everything he's asking for,
you'll never see Maybelle again.
He's already proven he means business with the ear,
and it's a cleaner getaway
if there aren't any witnesses to testify against him.
So what do we do?
To get her back? What do we do?
Pay half up front.
Then wire the rest of it
only when we see she's alive and we can assure her safety.
I say we wire the whole enchilada.
Get this over with.
With all due respect, I'm not looking for your advice on how to handle this.
I'm telling you what my associates and I think the best way forward is.
Is it risky?
Yes.
Welcome to kidnapping.
Do it.
It's done.
Ten million.
What if he doesn't call?
He will.
Just wait.
Is he dirty?
Dirty? I don't know.
But I think I figured out how he and the President know each other.
What happened in Iran?
What are you talking about?
Operation Remington?
It was '91, the end of the Gulf War,
your plane went down over Iranian airspace.
Mountains west of Nurabad. You were rescued...
You've been looking into me?
Mission report is redacted, even for my lofty level of access.
What, are you looking for dirt on me so you can keep your job?
Maybe it was a simple extraction?
A handful of Special Forces and a couple Black Hawks
and you were tucked into your bunk just a few hours later.
Or maybe you got caught in a village and had to fight your way out.
Maybe it was My Lai, Iranian style.
Maybe things got ugly.
- You want to stop playing games? - I'm not playing any games.
You want to know what happened? I'll tell you what happened.
I don't care what happened. I don't need to know.
Point is, you did things.
Things you can't talk about.
Heroic things you can't put in your memoirs
because it would endanger our military operations.
Things that might even endanger the foundation of the republic, who knows?
Well, guess what?
So did I!
And just because my battleground was in Ohio and not the Persian Gulf,
doesn't make me any less of a patriot
or make my service any less valiant.
And just like you, I can't talk about that service, that operation,
because doing so would endanger the republic,
for which we stand.
But still, I can be proud of it.
I am proud of it.
Just as I hope you are proud of Operation Remington.
You're equating what you did in Defiance with national security issues?
I'm saying the right side and the wrong side
are determined not by me and not by you
but by history.
History makes the heroes and the villains, sir.
You and I, we're just players.
Sit down.
Sir?
Have a seat, Cy.
I've ordered the FBI to raid Grayden Osborne's office and home,
to seize any and all communications.
Why?
Osborne's our mole, Cy.
I received some documentation
with some highly classified intel...
...that he and the Secretary of Defense would have.
- No call? - No call.
Drink?
For the life of me, I can't remember
when it happened,
or even how.
One day she's the love of my life, my little sidekick,
my partner in crime.
Just like that,
she's my enemy.
I only assumed the worst of her.
I let her down.
I let my baby down.
Maybelle?
It's Olivia.
He says he doesn't have all the money.
Where's the rest of the money?
Maybelle, tell him he'll get the rest upon confirmation of life.
That's non-negotiable.
Okay. He says that's okay.
But no surprises or...
Oh, God, please don't hurt me.
Don't you touch her!
Proof of life, and we wire you the second 10 million on site.
I'll give you the location where we...
No! He says he chooses where we go.
Okay.
Give me the address.
Maybelle?
I need an address.
There's an old gas station on Route 50,
between Aurora Pike and Stemple Ridge Road.
He says...
He says you have 20 minutes.
This is it.
Here we are. No authorities.
As promised.
Now it's your turn.
Send it.
- So, she's there? She's still alive? - Yeah.
It's done.
You have the money. Now let her go.
- He could have a gun on her. - He could have a gun on us.
Maybelle? It's okay. Walk towards me.
No one's gonna hurt you.
He has his money. You're free now.
Walk towards me.
- Let me go in. - Easy, Huck.
Come on. It's okay. You're free.
- I can get this guy. - Not our job.
- Let me take... - Huck. No.
Come here, come here, come here.
If you want to, we can still call the police.
No, no. I'm just glad to have my baby back.
I can't believe Justin did this to me.
I can't believe he took your money.
You're home safe now. That's all that matters.
Thank you.
Cyrus.
I'll be there in 20.
I was thinking a nice Napa red with a side of stovetop popcorn.
- We'll go old school tonight? - I can't.
I have plans.
Is it a date? Who is he?
You wouldn't know him. I don't even know if I know him.
There's something not quite right there.
But I'm going with it.
Because, God knows, when it comes to men,
my instincts haven't exactly served me well,
so I'm jumping.
This is me jumping.
Why is everybody cheating on me?
- You don't mean... - Not James. Of course not.
My other marriage.
But I think I'm back in.
Now I just have to get rid of the competition.
Fitz is getting advice from someone else?
- Yep. - Who?
You don't know him.
Go for the jugular.
I always do.
How is he?
You have a date. With a new guy, remember?
Goodbye, Cyrus.
Goodbye, Liv.
Well, you look incredible.
A little underdressed for a five-star dining experience, but...
- I tried to call you. - I know.
I ignored the call.
I don't think I'm going to go.
Two steps forward, one step back.
I have a lot of work to do and I am really tired, and I just...
You are afraid.
Of me.
Of the unknown. Of what this is.
You seem like a really great guy and maybe I'm just...
I had a relationship with a man I thought was...
And I'm not over it yet.
I don't know how to judge anymore, what's good and what's bad, if I'm...
Someone mentioned him to me on the phone five minutes ago and I...
I think about him. I worry about him.
I wouldn't be on a date with you, I'd...
He's in my head all the time.
Close your eyes.
What?
- Close your eyes. - Why?
You don't know me. I might be the worst guy in the world.
Or I might be the best.
Whoever I am, I like you. I like you a lot.
I like how you say, "What," when you answer the phone.
How you always seem to be wearing white.
How wine seems to be a food group for you.
I like that you know who you are
and that you fix everyone around you.
But you seem sad to me, Olivia.
I like you, but you seem sad.
And if you let me, maybe I could help you not be so sad.
Because whatever happened to you, whoever happened to you,
already happened. It's done.
So maybe I can help you start fresh.
Maybe I'm your do-over.
Because you deserve a do-over.
So close your eyes.
Close your eyes.
Are you still thinking about him?
No.
Good night, Olivia.
Good night, Jake.
Really? We eat in here.
- Huck, throw it away! - Shh.
He's working on something.
Come here.
- Really? - Huck, what are you working on?
Finally got a call back from my source at Justice.
Turns out Maybelle's ex-boyfriend's
been sitting in a Thai prison for the last two months.
Customs caught him trying to poop out a shampoo bottle full of heroin.
No one knew he was there until now?
- Rich parents kept it hush-hush. - So he's not the kidnapper?
No. She is.
The frayed edge.
If a kidnapper had cut off the ear,
he would have pressed on Maybelle's scalp for leverage.
It would have been a clean cut.
But this isn't clean because she couldn't get the necessary leverage.
She had to saw through it.
She did this to herself.
Maybelle kidnapped herself.
Dulles Airport.
We've reversed the deposits to your father's account.
And called the police.
Of course you did.
You always find a way to screw me.
How can...
Do you realize how worried we were?
How sick we were when we thought...
How do you do that to yourself?
How do you cut yourself? How do you hurt yourself?
I needed the money.
How could you do this to us?
We love you.
What do you want, Mom?
I want you to come home.
I want to make it right.
Whatever we did to make you hate us like this,
I want to make it right.
You can't.
It's too late.
Poor little rich girl.
Excuse me?
What was it?
He worked late, she missed your dance recitals,
they threw you in reform school, rehab,
they tried to buy your love instead of earning it?
Whatever they told you in therapy,
whatever sad cliché you're still holding on to after all these years,
it doesn't matter.
No one feels sorry for you.
Not anymore.
You're being offered a fresh start,
a clean slate, a do-over.
That doesn't happen,
no one gets that. Ever.
And if you don't take it,
you're not just spoiled and selfish, you're stupid.
You need to make a choice, May.
Because your mom and I...
She can't go through this again.
So you need to make a choice.
You want the money?
Or you want your family?
You're offering me 20 million dollars?
You take the money,
you don't come back.
What's it gonna be?
Money or family?
I...
Money
or family?
Money.
I'll wire it to you tomorrow.
Go on.
Get!
Hey, Dad.
It's me, Lindsay.
Again.
I'm not sure if you've checked your messages, I've left you about 10.
I just...
I wanted to say happy birthday to you instead of to a machine,
but you're not picking up.
Okay. Well, happy birthday. Again.
Tell me this isn't happening.
Tell me those men at my office, those men in my house,
the ones putting my entire life into boxes and bags...
It's happening.
I am not the mole, Cy.
I did not leak those documents.
No?
No.
I have spent my entire adult life serving this country.
I never went to any of my son's soccer games.
I missed my daughter's high school graduation.
I haven't been out to dinner with my wife in years.
Why? Because I have always chosen
the agency above anything else.
Not because it was my job.
Because it was my duty.
I am not your mole.
I am not a traitor.
Tell me that you do not actually believe that I betrayed my country.
The President has decided.
He no longer needs your services.
And I serve at the pleasure of the President.
You wanted to see me?
Lauren tells me you asked her to change my schedule this weekend.
You had several important meetings
she was going to cancel because of the children's visit
and I thought it was simply best to cancel the children's visit...
What is wrong with you?
Fitz, I was just trying to be helpful.
They're our kids!
You shipped them off to boarding school
the minute they were old enough to go,
and now on one of their few free weekends,
one of my few free weekends, you cancel on them?
These are our children!
I get it, you don't have the mother gene.
You don't want to be bothered to raise them or take care of them,
but I'd think you'd at least love them.
I love them.
- You're cold. - I'm not cold.
Or maybe you just did it to hurt me? I don't know.
I've been looking forward to this visit and you just
cancel it without even asking me?
Are you punishing me?
What about them?
Did you even think about how this must make Jerry and Karen feel?
How rejected they must feel by their own mother
who cancels their visit at the last minute?
They didn't want to come!
What?
They didn't want to come, Fitz.
They have called me every single day
since you summoned them to the White House for this visit,
begging me to cancel this trip.
Oh, please. If you think I'm going to buy that...
You are different.
You are different. Ever since...
You're different.
And they are not babies, they are not Teddy, they are teenagers.
And they know their father is not their father...
I am their father!
You stink like scotch.
They can smell it on your skin, all of the time.
You're lubricated all of the time now.
Which makes you mean.
You're mean, Fitz.
Karen hates tennis.
And you know that!
You used to make it fun and funny for her.
The last time they were here,
you yelled at her the entire time she played.
And when you weren't forcing her to play tennis,
you were firing political questions at her.
And Jerry,
he is shy and he is gentle and you know that,
and now
He's afraid of you.
It's you.
You're different.
And maybe I'm cold, and maybe I don't have the mother gene,
and maybe a thousand other things
that make me such a horrible, villainous bitch in your book,
but in Jerry and Karen's book, I'm still their mom.
I haven't changed. It's you.
You're not their father anymore.
And it's not because you found out about Defiance.
That's the thing that is so...
It's because you found your precious Olivia
doesn't have the secrets of the universe tucked between her magical thighs.
That she is just a person like everybody else,
and that she's capable of using you just like everybody else,
and suddenly, you're devastated,
and you stop being their father.
You're not their father anymore.
And you're not Fitz anymore.
You know who you are? You know who you've become?
You're Big Jerry.
You're your father.
Everybody in this White House, Cyrus and me included,
tiptoe around trying to figure out how to get on your good side,
but you don't have a good side.
You've turned into your father.
So you should understand how your children feel,
considering how much you hated your dad.
They didn't want to come.
And so I told them they didn't have to.
Deal with it.
Put another glass of scotch on top of it and just deal with it.
This is it.
This is it? Where's the mom?
Dad's name is Dave. Daughter is Emily.
Mother died a few years ago. Cancer.
Uh, since then, Dave's been running half-marathons.
Emily loves to paint. Watercolors, mostly.
They're doing a lot better now.
This isn't what you wanted at all.
No, well, they're not for me.
Hey, turn that up!
The Times is reporting that
CIA Director, Grayden Osborne, was found dead earlier this evening...
- Olivia! - Olivia!
...the victim of an apparent suicide.
A body found inside a vehicle in Rock Creek Park
has allegedly been identified as that of Osborne.
The Central Intelligence Agency has yet to make a statement.
- Hi. You mind? - Yeah.
Chilly tonight, huh?
It's supposed to drop even more tomorrow.
Hmm.
So it's done?
It's done.
And the police believe it's a suicide?
Hook, line and sinker.
I have to say,
it was staged perfectly.
And now everyone thinks that Osborne is the mole.
Or, was.
Well, you stay warm now.
Yeah, you, too.