So, now I'm innocent, is what you're telling me.
Good.
Pleased to hear that.
Should we each take turns hugging, or how does this work exactly?
- Look, Jake... - Captain Ballard.
Jake is what my friends call me. You're not my friend, Mr. President.
Friends don't put you in prison for crimes you didn't commit.
They don't refuse to hear you when you're telling them the truth.
They don't hit you when you can't hit back.
So from this point forward, when you refer to me,
it will be as Captain Ballard. Is that understood?
Liv, has Rowan been arrested?
There isn't enough proof.
- Okay. Good. - Good?
What's easier? Killing a man when he's surrounded by guards,
or doing it when he's out on the street, and there's no one there to protect him?
No one's killing anyone.
Someone's killing someone.
- Jake... - Captain Ballard.
We want justice, too, Jake. We all want justice.
I don't want justice. I want to kill your father.
And I want you to let me do that.
- I can't. - Why?
What we're looking for here is evidence.
Excuse me, I'm talking to my girlfriend.
FITZ: If we can build a case against Rowan...
He's still talking to me, isn't he?
...prosecute him for the crimes we know he's committed,
- put him in prison... - JAKE: And what?
Expose B-613?
That's not justice, Mr. President. That's suicide.
Rowan goes down, but so do you.
Not if we keep the trial secret.
- It'll never get that far. - Jake...
Are you really this na�ve? It will never get that far.
Because as soon as you release me, Rowan will know that you're onto him.
He will know what your plan is.
He'll do everything in his power to thwart you.
First by killing me and then by killing him.
Which is why we're not releasing you.
I'm sorry. Did you just say...
We're keeping you here.
Like you said, if Rowan knows we're onto him,
- there's no way any of this will work. - JAKE: I see.
So, I stay down here while the two of you...
What?
Get together at night and strategize?
It's for your own safety, Jake.
Captain Ballard.
I will call you whatever I want to call you.
Enough.
I know you're angry, Jake.
I know you want blood. So do I.
But that's not who we are.
That's for people who live their lives in darkness.
But you and me? We stand in the sun.
We stand in the sun, Jake. That's what we do.
So, please. If there's anything you know,
anything you have that will help us put my father away,
you need to tell us.
We need to do this right.
Ripped By mstoll
That's one of our catchphrases.
Standing in the sun. I'm not sure if you knew that.
Probably not, it's from our time on the island together.
Did Liv ever catch you up on that?
Fitz, wait.
We don't need Captain Ballard. We'll take down Rowan without him.
So I guess I shouldn't tell you about
the thousands of confiscated B-613 files
I have sitting in a storage locker, waiting to be used as evidence.
It's not as good as killing him,
but since I am standing in the sun and all.
Thank you.
No hard feelings?
No hard feelings.
- Long time. - Mmm.
Too long. (CHUCKLES)
No one stuffed the party's collection basket
quite like you did for Fitz.
You did your part.
What can I do for you?
ELIZABETH: I think it's bugged.
Or someone's remotely accessing it.
I don't know. It's just acting strange.
Why do you think someone would want to do that?
Obviously, someone's trying to take me down.
QUINN: Elizabeth North.
Stanford Law.
Broke with her liberal Presidio Heights family
by falling in love with a Republican.
HUCK: Started small in the party,
grassroots organizer in the western states.
But when they found out she could raise money, she rose quickly.
- Enemies? - Enemies?
I'm the female head of the Republican National Committee.
I don't know what a friend is. (CHUCKLES)
The Dems, disgruntled staffers, the NRA, Big Pharma...
Every major contributor to the party.
Oh, and my ex-husband thinks I'm a real bitch, too.
OLIVIA: Is it as bad as she says? QUINN: Worse.
Party leaders have been calling for her head on a stick
ever since the President shifted his agenda left.
Fundraising numbers have plummeted each month since the election.
Republicans want her out.
They're just looking for the final nail to put in her coffin.
I have worked long and hard to get where I am.
Harder than any of the men that were handed this gig before me.
Look, I know you don't like me...
(SIGHS)
(SNICKERS)
That was where you were supposed to say,
"No, Elizabeth, you're great. We're besties."
But whatever.
I don't like you.
You cut corners, you're mean to assistants,
you never share credit, and you lie.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
But I admire what you've accomplished.
I respect how hard you work.
And I don't have to be your friend to do my job brilliantly.
So you'll look into this for me?
Consider it handled.
Tracer, Finch is on the move.
This way, sir.
One sec.
ANDREW: Hi.
- Nice to meet you, Mr. Vice President. - Hello.
Sorry they made you wait out here.
You missed one hell of a riveting speech
on our foreign policy priorities in Africa, let me tell you.
Thank you very much.
Thanks for your patience.
(PEOPLE SCREAM)
(ALARM BLARING)
WOMAN: Roadblocks are up.
CIA station chiefs in the region checking in.
MAN: The longer we wait, the weaker we seem.
POTUS is gonna wanna move on this.
WOMAN: Move too soon and risk spooking our contacts?
- Give my assets time. We'll get them. - (DOOR OPENS)
MAN: They hit us first. We're out of time.
Now, people. Now!
- What do we know? - Three severely injured agents.
The Vice President suffered minor lacerations
and is on his way back to the White House.
- Who did this? - No confirmation yet.
The Vice President was walking out of a speech
condemning the West Angolan Liberation Front.
I'd say we have a clear suspect.
FBI, CIA, DIA, all leaning in that direction, sir.
But no claims of responsibility yet.
- Raise the threat level. - WOMAN: Yes, sir.
Can we get the West Angolan Ambassador into my office?
- Right away. - I have a list of targets at the ready.
Squadron of F-15s on standby on the deck of the Truman.
- Just say the word. - FITZ: Keep them on high alert.
But we wait for confirmation
on who's responsible before we move. Understood?
MAN: Yes, sir. WOMAN: Yes, Mr. President.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Do not call me unless you're in the hospital.
I'm calling to make sure that you're all right.
Why wouldn't I be?
Because there are bombs
blowing up our fair city, and you missed our weekly dinner.
You didn't call. You didn't text.
I had to finish an entire bottle
of 2005 Contador Rioja by myself.
I wasn't aware we were on speaking terms, Dad.
Let alone having dinner.
(SIGHS)
We are family, Olivia.
Families fight.
That is what they do.
That doesn't mean you stop calling, or you stop showing up for dinner.
When we fight, we forgive and forget.
I doubt that Jake's in a very forgiving mood.
And trust me, he will never forget.
Jake is not family.
He is to me.
You may love these boys, Olivia, and they may even love you,
but they are not your family.
These boys may go to battle for you.
They perhaps might even kill for you.
But after the conquest? After they've enjoyed the spoils?
They will move on to other battles,
other conquests, other spoils.
You're disgusting.
(ELI LAUGHS)
That may be, but I am still your father.
And I will be here for you
long after these boys have revealed themselves to be who they really are.
I will be here
to pick up the pieces, to put you back together,
and remind you of who you really are.
You will always have a place at my table,
whether we fight, whether you hate me,
whether you are willing to show up or not.
I will always be there.
Waiting
for you.
So,
dinner?
I have to go.
NEWSREADER: The nation's capital remains on lockdown
as the FBI and local law enforcement
hunt for those responsible for this explosive act of terrorism
against Vice President Andrew Nichols outside the Taft Hotel.
(DOOR OPENS)
- Mellie? - Where are you hurt?
- Just some scrapes. - Did you hit your head?
- Mellie... - Did you rule out a concussion?
- Shouldn't he get an MRI? - Mellie. Look at me.
I'm fine.
Are you sure? Sometimes the adrenaline...
I'm sure. Most importantly, they're sure.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Okay.
Good.
Oh, my God.
I just... I couldn't believe...
I saw it happen on the news, and I just...
May we have the room, please?
(DOOR CLOSES)
Thanks for checking on me.
Honestly, I wouldn't have guessed that you had...
(MELLIE MOANS)
(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
MELLIE: Mmm.
(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
Found it.
Someone embedded a remote access worm in Elizabeth North's Feeder app.
Can't trace it.
I'll have to wait for them to access the phone again,
track it from there. Then I'll have our guy.
Let me know when you do. Quinn?
On Kubiak.
Call me when you have something.
David Rosen.
(BEEPING)
You want me to prosecute your father?
I assume you have evidence?
Documents, let's say,
that may or may not detail the extent of his criminal activity?
We do.
This may come as a surprise to you, Rosen,
but I myself did a brief stint as Command.
- Is that right? - JAKE: Yes.
And while not something I'm particularly proud of,
I did have the good sense to keep a few souvenirs for myself
upon vacating my post.
Huh. And when you say souvenirs, I assume you mean...
Files. Lots of them.
JAKE: They have been sitting in a storage locker collecting dust,
but now they're here.
I should have used them earlier, but, for some reason,
I didn't.
FITZ: It's more than enough evidence to make a case.
- The only trouble is... - They're inflammatory.
Not that I'd know that first-hand, but one can only assume.
Which is why we need you to handle this discreetly.
Discreetly and creatively.
Wait, what do you mean?
If we held a trial, and the court records became public,
not only would it blow back on Olivia
as the daughter of the man we're accusing,
but it could disrupt the entire government
and mire it in scandal for generations to come.
You see how that would be a problem, yes?
So if I'm to understand correctly, you're looking for a legal avenue
that provides the kind of discretion that, say, a military tribunal would provide.
Even though that hasn't been a legal, legal avenue since, what, 1866?
I should have used those files months ago, Rosen, but I didn't.
This is my chance to redeem myself.
I'll see what I can do.
(DOOR OPENING)
- You all right? - I'm fine.
This can't be easy for you.
Whatever else Rowan is, he is your father.
I'm fine.
When this is over,
you and me, Camp David. Just us.
You don't want me to kiss you because of Jake?
- That's not... - This is interesting.
- Fitz... - No. Really, it is.
You don't know what to do.
Is it disloyal to want me,
or is it disloyal to want him?
You don't know.
(SIGHS)
- Okay, just stop it... - Kiss me.
What?
Kiss me.
- Let's just go. - Look at me.
We are alone.
Locked doors. No cameras.
You and me.
Everything that has happened, everything that will happen,
right now, none of it matters.
There's no price.
This one's free. It's just you and me.
Kiss me, Olivia.
You know you want to.
Kiss me.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
You don't go this way. Go another way.
It's a bunker. There's only one way.
(SIGHING) Oh.
(CLICKING TONGUE)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(SIGHS)
I'm so bored.
Kubiak is laying low.
I don't know if that's because his boss killed himself,
or because he's run out of teenage girls to murder.
HUCK: Stay on him. He's the only link we have
to the photographs of Liv from the locker.
I'm so bored. Amuse me.
I traced the worm on Elizabeth North's phone.
- So that means... - I know who's spying on her.
Who?
- (SIGHS) - Sit.
I don't have a lot of time.
- Sit, Cyrus. - Liv, I'm busy.
You called, I came.
I have to get back, so whatever it is you need to talk about...
I got a call from Huck.
I want to talk about why you are bugging Elizabeth North's phone.
Sit.
CYRUS: He's a whore.
I knew that he was a whore,
and I was willing to go along with that
because it was fun and weird.
And not real.
James was real.
Ella, who thinks I'm a stranger
and cries whenever I go near her, is real.
My life in that big, white house is real.
Michael wasn't real, and I think I liked that.
I needed that.
So, why are you bugging Elizabeth North's phone?
Because Michael wasn't just a whore.
He was a whore sent by Elizabeth North to entrap me.
I'm bugging her phone, (INHALES DEEPLY)
Because she set me up,
and I need to know what she has on me.
I need your help, Liv.
She's a client.
Who is trying to destroy your friend.
We've been on opposite sides before. We've survived.
I won't survive this.
Neither will he.
These people are out for blood.
They fundamentally dislike Fitz, me, all of us.
What we're doing, what we believe in, who we are.
They want to destroy us.
Everything we've worked for, everything we've sacrificed.
Clients are plenty, friends are few.
Your friend is asking for help.
BOY: Oh.
(LAUGHTER IN DISTANCE)
- HUCK: Whoa. Be careful. - (BOY CHUCKLES)
BOY: Let me go. Let me go. HUCK: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hi.
I'm Olivia. And you would be...
- Javi. - Javi.
Javi was just leaving.
No, I wasn't.
Well, you are now.
(SIGHS) Fine.
- See ya tomorrow, Dad? - I'll let you know.
- Huck. - I'm his father.
- Okay. - (TYPING)
- Does his mother know he's here? - (STOPS TYPING)
- Huck. - I'm his father.
Would his mother see you that way? Would the law?
Do you have a work-related request for me?
Huck.
Do you have a work-related request for me?
I need to know what kind of dirt Elizabeth North has on Cyrus.
- You mean that Cyrus has on Elizabeth. - No.
That Elizabeth has on Cyrus.
But Elizabeth's our client.
I'm aware of that.
So we're going behind our client's back to help someone who's not our client
in hopes of screwing our client?
We are doing our due diligence.
I wonder what the law would say about that?
(HUCK TYPING)
OLIVIA: Pictures, videos.
At least now we know exactly what we're dealing with.
What Elizabeth North has on you.
God, I am a stupid, stupid man.
We both know that isn't true.
No. I know exactly how stupid I am,
because I have done this to people.
(SIGHS)
I have set people up in exactly this way.
I exploited their lust, and their greed, and their weakness
to get exactly what I want.
I wrote the book on this particular brand of political extortion.
And yet, somehow, I fell for it anyway.
Me.
The White House Chief of Staff.
Allegedly one of the most powerful men in the country.
I have compromised
my integrity,
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
My family,
my President.
For what?
We found out what happened to your phone.
ELIZABETH: That's great news. (SIGHS)
Who was it?
Not a who, a what.
The Goldilocks Virus.
Struck dozens of kid sites a couple weeks ago.
(SCOFFS) It was just a virus?
Your daughter's tablet must've been infected,
and it spread to the phone over your home's Wi-Fi.
My associate ran a virus scan
and updated the firewall in your network.
So, you're good to go.
What a relief.
Thank you so much, Olivia.
Don't mention it.
I'll head back to the office once I've steadied myself.
I don't want you going back to the White House tonight.
With all due respect, I don't take orders from you.
You do if you're my client.
I can't just not go back.
Call in sick for once in your life.
Give me a chance to do what I do.
Okay.
When's the next time you're supposed to see Michael?
Tonight.
At his new apartment, which I paid for like an idiot.
Cancel.
Blame it on work. Blame it on West Angola.
But you are not to see him. Not in the state you're in.
You're right. I'd only end up killing him,
and that wouldn't make either of our jobs any easier, would it?
(SIGHS)
- Go home. - (EXHALES)
Put your daughter to bed.
(SIGHS)
OLIVIA: The files are on their way to the Pentagon
in an armed, unmarked vehicle.
Once they've arrived, David and his team will go over them,
and we can take my father into custody.
David thinks you may have to appear before the tribunal
to attest to the documents' authenticity.
Is that something you'd be willing to do?
Of course.
(OLIVIA WRITING)
You're getting me out of here, right?
Of course.
No. I mean, if he somehow comes up with a crazy scheme
for how I should stay in here just a little while longer
and then a few months more...
You're getting out of here.
Okay.
What?
You could let me rot in here.
It'd be easy. Solve all your problems.
I mean, I did tell him that you loved me, too,
but I was just messing with his head.
All you have to do is turn your back,
and you and that Fitz guy can dance off into the sun.
Don't ever talk about me and the sun and another man again.
Don't ever do that.
Okay?
Okay.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Hi.
I... I know I shouldn't be here,
but when you canceled, I got worried,
so I pulled some strings
and got your home address and...
Can I come in?
Your home is perfect, Cyrus.
C YRUS: Hmm.
Exactly the way I imagined it.
Beautiful.
Masculine.
You shouldn't...
Ella's asleep in her room.
Then we'll have to be very quiet.
I can't do this, Michael.
If you want me to go, I'll go,
but, uh, it doesn't feel like you want me to go.
Turn around and bend over.
(BELT BUCKLE JINGLING)
(SIGHS) Now what?
Shut up. Don't say another word.
Cyrus.
- Not another sound. - (GRUNTS)
We have to be quiet. Remember?
(GRUNTING)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
I've been through all of their phones. Michael's, Cyrus', Elizabeth's.
He didn't give her anything.
What?
Michael had access to all of Cyrus' classified intel,
but all he gave Elizabeth were some military base closings.
That's it?
Michael.
Uh...
Who... Who are you?
My associates and I hacked your email, Michael, and your phone.
We know you're working for Elizabeth North.
And we know what information you've given her.
West Angola?
Ring a bell?
Look, I don't know what you think...
I think you had access to the phone of a very important man.
I think you could have done a lot more damage
than leak a couple tidbits about an African nation half a world away.
But you didn't. Why?
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Did Kubiak make a move?
Only towards type 2 diabetes.
(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
Olivia's calling me.
I'm so bored. Just talk to me for two...
Liv.
Michael says Elizabeth North keeps a secret apartment at the Finley.
If she's having an affair, we can use it. But we need proof.
On it.
This is cool, Dad. Really cool.
Do you like being a private detective?
It's like being a cop, right?
Um...
Yeah.
Yeah, just like being a cop.
Javi, um...
I'm sorry I had to...
I'm sorry I asked you to leave earlier.
It's okay.
It's just, it's better for us not to hang out where I work.
But we can still hang out, right?
Uh, yeah.
Yeah, we can still hang out.
Okay.
FITZ: It won't work. Rowan has eyes everywhere.
- JAKE: So we move quickly. - What'd I miss?
FITZ: The Pentagon has the files.
As soon as David's team gives the word,
- we'll move in and make an arrest. - How?
Hombre here wants to storm B-613.
I said that's a suicide mission.
It's a simple operation.
Tell that to the 30 black ops troops you'd be sending to their deaths.
They're trained operatives.
Who've never set foot in the building.
What's your idea?
To lead the charge myself. I know that place inside and out.
And the second we release you,
God knows how many alarms we'll trip. We've been over this.
- Liv... - He's right.
If my father knows you're out, we're finished.
So what's the alternative?
Barging in there with our eyes closed?
That building is his fortress.
It needs to be my guys
- on my orders. - No.
Do you see what I've been dealing with?
Did you really just turn to her to take your side?
You know what, maybe just once, instead of getting yourself laid,
- you'll do what's best for the mission! - Fitz!
Are you seriously suggesting I'm the one without discipline or focus?
We need to lure him to a secure location.
Arrest him there.
- That's not going to work. - Why?
Because your father's not a small child.
We can't just dangle a shiny object and expect him to come running.
We are doing this my way!
Because you want to be the one holding the trophy
- at the end of the game. - Hello?
Do you have any idea the kind of risk I'm taking pursuing this?
Risk? You sit behind a desk. You push a button.
It's on me!
- What's the risk? Breaking a nail? - Hello?
FITZ: If this fails... JAKE: When this fails.
FITZ: (FAINT) If this fails, it's on me. I'm the President.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Olivia.
(OLIVIA SOBBING)
Uh...
Olivia, what is it?
You were right.
About what?
Them.
Me.
They just want to fight.
They just... They just want to win.
It was never about me at all.
(CONTINUES SOBBING)
(STUTTERS) I sent you away.
You were too young.
It's my fault.
I damaged you.
(CRYING) I don't want to be angry at you anymore.
I... I just...
(OLIVIA SHUDDERING)
What do you need? What can I do?
How about dinner? (CHUCKLES)
Of course.
7:30 work?
The Artisan?
7:30 works.
See you then.
(SNIFFLES)
7:30. It's a go.
You sit behind a desk. You press a button.
It's on me!
- What's the risk? Breaking a nail? - Hello?
FITZ: If this fails... JAKE: When this fails.
FITZ: If this fails, it's on me.
- I am the President. - Uh-huh.
- FITZ: Who the hell are you? - Shut up!
We don't have time for this.
You said we can't just wave a shiny object
and expect him to come running.
You're wrong.
I'm the shiny object.
And my father will come running.
Rachel, where are the latest polling numbers on West Angola?
Hey.
How's your head? Feeling better?
What happened in my office was, uh...
Amazing.
It was the first time you even looked at me in months.
Oh. (CHUCKLES)
- Mellie. - (SIGHS)
It was amazing.
But I haven't even existed for you since...
You left me behind.
You picked the vice presidency over me.
And I was so...
I was so angry at you that you had to not exist.
I needed to erase you. (SIGHS)
And then Jerry died.
(SIGHS)
And I erased me, too.
Until that bomb went off, and you almost...
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Having someone die on you before you have said everything
and forgiven everything and been there and loved them as hard as you should...
It's not something I'd wish on anyone.
(MELLIE SIGHS)
That bomb went off,
and I woke up.
My body woke up.
(SIGHS)
I'm not the same person I was.
But if you'll give me a second chance...
If you will try...
(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
I have some good news.
C YRUS: I can call off the hitman, 'cause Elizabeth North is already dead?
Please be joking.
Please have good news.
A source close to Elizabeth tells us she keeps a secret apartment
under an assumed name at the Finley.
A love nest, if you will.
Oh, I will.
Huck is there now, preparing to take compromising photographs of her.
An eyeful for an eyeful. (CHUCKLES)
Very Republican. Almost biblical.
But that's not the good news. The good news is...
Are you ready?
The source was Michael.
Michael? You spoke with Michael?
It turns out he had a wealth of your top-secret intel at his disposal.
But he gave her almost nothing.
I don't understand. Why would he...
Because he cares about you, Cyrus.
He thinks you're a good man.
Ironic, isn't it?
What?
It's always the ones closest to us,
the ones who say they care.
They're the ones who do the most damage.
So, stakeouts are kind of boring, huh?
You have no idea.
(SIGHS)
You ever gonna tell me?
Why you left us? Me and Mom?
Uh...
Look, it wasn't you or your mom. Okay?
It had nothing to do with you.
Okay, you... Okay, you have to believe that.
I do.
Good.
So why'd you leave?
Javi, uh...
Dad, look. Someone's there.
Uh, look, why don't you, um, take a walk,
and, um, go buy us some ice cream, okay?
There's a market on the corner.
What? No.
Look, Javi, I can't have you here.
This man and this woman.
It's not appropriate
what they're about to do to each other with their bodies.
- Look, just go get the ice cream. Go! - Dad!
(JAVI SIGHS)
Come on.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Javi, I mean it, you can't be here!
Quinn?
Why are you at my stakeout and why the hell did you bring Javi?
- Uh, he just showed up. Your stakeout? - Yeah.
- This is Elizabeth North. - This is Dan Kubiak.
I just saw him walk inside.
- HUCK: Kubiak. - With Elizabeth North? What the hell?
ELIZABETH: And you're sure there was no note?
Nothing he might have scribbled before shooting himself?
Shoved it in a pocket or left on the floor?
I asked my buddies who investigated. They said there was nothing.
They're talking about Jeremy Winslow.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Quick, switch the camera.
Oh. Wait, is that...
Lizzie.
QUINN: The Vice President?
With Elizabeth North and Dan Kubiak?
Kubiak just got a lot less boring.
Where's your security detail?
Keeping a discreet distance because I'm having an affair.
Dan, can you kill 20?
Take a walk around the block?
Could you be any sexier?
We need to call Olivia.
QUINN: Kubiak!
- (QUINN BREATHING HEAVILY) - (GUN CLICKS)
Damn it!
- No! - (CHOKING)
QUINN: Let go! Let go! Let go!
(KUBIAK GRUNTING)
(QUINN PANTING)
(FLESH SQUISHES)
(KUBIAK GASPING)
Are you okay?
Javi.
(HUCK SHUDDERS)
I'm glad you called.
I didn't know if you would be.
I was.
I am.
What?
Why are you looking at me like that?
I haven't been a perfect father, Olivia. I know that.
I want you to know that I know that.
- You don't need to say this. - I do.
I want you to know that I've always wanted the best for you.
(CHUCKLES) I wanted you to be the best,
because to me, you always were.
I didn't have a role model for how to be a dad,
and I stumbled.
I know that.
I got angry when I shouldn't have.
I focused too much on how you did rather than how you were doing it.
I didn't say enough how important it was to me
when you were trying, that you were struggling.
Because it was. Because I should have understood.
Because that's what I was doing.
Trying.
And struggling.
I tried.
(GUNS COCKING)
I'm sure you thought that I put my job before you,
too many times.
It seemed that way, I know.
I want you to know I never put my job before you.
I never put anything before you.
What I've done,
all that I've done,
is because of you.
We're gonna divide up the work, everyone.
Now, I've been told
the files have already been organized and color-coded.
OLIVIA: Why are you saying these things to me?
ELl: Because I want you to hear them.
I want you to know that I am who I am because of you.
- I am here... - All agents in position, sir.
- We don't shoot unless we have to. - ELl: ... because of you.
We want to take him alive.
That's what you were to me.
Everything.
And that is now over.
I'm leaving, Olivia.
Because of you.
And the men outside?
The ones you're waiting for right now?
Are dead
- (MUFFLED GUNSHOT) - (GROANS)
- because of you. - (MUFFLED GUNSHOTS)
- JAKE: Oh, my God. - What the hell is going on in there?
Somebody get me some answers now!
You have
forsaken me.
Your father.
Your family.
You wanted to "stand in the sun."
In the bright white light.
It blinded you.
Those, uh, people that you've chosen over me,
you do not see who they are, what they want,
how they see you.
Those people are not your people. They never will be.
And you will never be one of them.
Sir.
DAVID: The pages, they're all blank.
They're all blank.
They're all blank!
You know what they would've done to me.
What they always do to people like me.
A trial.
An execution.
You were going to let them do that to me,
after all I've done to protect you
from them.
(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)
I tried, Olivia.
(SIGHS)
I tried my best.
For the first time in your life, you are on your own.
You think the world
is so terrible with me in it?
Wait till you see what it's like without me.v
(WAILING CONTINUES)
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