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Hi.

What are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing?

Olivia! I specifically told you

your mother was not to be released.

- And yet, somehow...
- I released her.

Yes. Because it needed to be done.

Any second now, my
mother is going to meet

with whoever paid her
to assassinate Mellie,

and when she does,
all this will finally be over.

That's what you're telling yourself?

- What if you're wrong?
- I'm not wrong.

Fitz, I trust her.

You need to trust me.

Don't do that.

Don't do this. Not tonight.
Not now. Not here.

Tomorrow is the inauguration.

You're leaving tomorrow.
You move to Vermont,

I become Chief of Staff.
This is it for us.

We're not spending our last
night together fighting.

I won't have it.

Get over here.

Get.

Over.

Here.

You are very bossy.

And you love it.

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Thanks, baby.

Where is your ladies' room?

We've got something.
Looks like a hand-off.

Okay, he's moving. Take him.

Hands behind your head.
Hands behind your head!

On your knees.

She just gave me cash to leave.

I don't even know her.

Damn it!

Come on, Mom.

- Maya dug out her tracking device.
- Already?

Liv thinks there's a reason
she slipped her leash.

Asked for our help getting
to the bottom of it.

To kill Mellie Grant.

Liv thinks Maya is trying to help us.

By killing Mellie Grant.

Maybe Maya dug it out

before the meeting in
case they swept for bugs.

- Which means...
- Whoever hired Maya was nearby.

Folks, we're just hours away
from watching history unfold

in the nation's capital this morning,

when Senator Melody Margaret Grant

gets sworn in as the 45th
President of the United States.

I'm sorry, we're not still talking about

actually going through with this.

Have you seen the size of the crowds

that have already gathered out there?

And they're growing by the minute.

The genie is out of the bottle.
This inauguration is happening.

- What do you think?
- My top men are on this.

Snipers on the rooftops.
Dogs on the ground.

Crowd-scanning tech even
the conspiracy blogs

don't know about yet.

I can't make guarantees...

But I can promise you this
is the best-protected event

- in human history.
- May I say something?

If you're going out there,
I'll stand by you,

but I'm not comfortable bringing
my children onto that dais.

And I don't think yours should be there,
either.

No offense to either of you.

It's understandable.

Mellie,
you need to make the right call here.

No children on the dais.

An extra security detail
on my kids and Luna's.

However many snipers you have now?
Double that.

And, Jake,
you're running the operation personally.

Let's do this.

It's a quick draft,
but it accomplishes what you requested.

Reserves a percentage
of already-apportioned

Pentagon funds in a
blind emergency trust.

There might be some whining
from the budget hawks,

but chances are they won't even notice.

May I ask what you intend
to use this for exactly?

Something this last minute...
Must be important.

Thank you, David.

The presidential motorcade has
just arrived at the Capitol,

where a record-breaking crowd
of over a million people

and growing have gathered
to witness the swearing-in

of the 45th President
of the United States.

One noticeable absence on the dais today

is Frankie Vargas's beleaguered
running mate, Cyrus Beene,

who chose not to attend or even
comment on the inauguration.

You have to wonder what
he's thinking right now.

Oh, Noah. Trust me.

You don't want to know
what I'm thinking.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the President of the United States,

Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III.

Present!

Ladies and gentlemen,

the Vice President-Elect
of the United States,

Luna Isabella Vargas.

And the President-Elect
of the United States,

Melody Margaret Grant.

Hi. It's good to see you.

You lay eyes on her, take the shot.

The new president is
scheduled to be sworn in

in approximately 10 minutes.

Let's make sure that happens.

Are these all the cellphones in the area

at the time Maya disappeared?

Yep. The phone numbers,

along with the registered
names and addresses.

Cross-referencing the names with
the Homeland Security database.

- No red flags.
- Maybe Maya's employer's using a burner.

Can you get names on these?

Please stand...

as the Chief Justice
of the Supreme Court

administers the
Presidential Oath of Office.

Snipers report in.

All good here.

Nothing unusual, Admiral.

All clear from where I'm sitting.

This can't be.

It says one of the
burners is at the Capitol.

Right now?

Please raise your right
hand and repeat after me.

There are a million people there.

We literally have one
in a million chance

of finding out who hired Maya?

I, Melody Margaret Grant,
do solemnly swear...

I, Melody Margaret Grant,
do solemnly swear...

that I will faithfully execute...

that I will faithfully execute...

the Office of President
of the United States...

the Office of President
of the United States...

and will, to the best of my ability...

and will, to the best of my ability...

Mom?

Hey, Livvie.

Could you do me a solid

and move a couple of feet to your right?

Mom!

I'm pretty sure I have
the crosswind figured out,

but there's no telling
what this bullet will do

when it tears through a skull.

Wouldn't want to hurt you, too, baby.

What?

The burner's signal is
coming from the stage itself.

One of the VIPs hired
Maya to kill Mellie?

The call's coming from inside the house.

Preserve, protect, and defend...

I am asking you. I am begging you.

Do not shoot Mellie.
Do not kill the President.

Mellie?
Who said anything about shooting Mellie?

The Constitution of the United States.

What...

You wanted a name.
I'm gonna do you one better.

It's handled, baby.

The Constitution of the United States.

Just tell me who it is. Who is it?

Move, girl.

You can come in, Mom.

Testify against them. I'll protect you.

Protect me?

Baby. That's not how motherhood works.

I'm going to protect you.

So help me God.

Now, if you would move that
big bubble head of yours...

Wait!

Congratulations, Madame President.

Target down. I repeat, target is down.

Mom? Mom!

Your mother's been neutralized.

What does that mean?

Dad, what did you do? Did you kill her?

She's still breathing.

She was on our side, Dad.
I was going to get a name.

It's over, Olivia.

President Grant is just passing

the National Archives on her
way up Pennsylvania Avenue,

toward the presidential reviewing stand,

where she will preside over the parade

from outside the White House.

Once the parade is over,

President Grant will join her children

in saying goodbye to their father,

who in a mere few hours
will be boarding Marine One

and bidding farewell to the White House.

Hey, Teddy, would you go
find your big sister for me?

Thanks, buddy.

Who the hell authorized that?

You should be grateful.

Grateful?! My mother was helping us!

Now she's in surgery,
fighting for her life,

unable to tell us who
her actual target was.

She was pointing a gun at Mellie.

She was pointing a gun at
the person who hired her,

and if my father hadn't shot her...

If your father hadn't shot her,
Mellie would be dead...

That's not true!

Enough.

Do I need to remind you how much money

the federal government spends every day

to keep a President safe?

$2 million.

That wherever I go,

there's a man following me with blood.

My blood.

That I ride in a car that can
literally launch grenades.

Its windows are five inches thick.

Its doors weigh the same
as the doors on a 757.

Was your mama there to kill me?

I don't know.

But what I do know is that
I have a valet and a dresser

waiting for me to finalize
my outfit for the ball.

For the other 44 presidents,
that took all of 10 minutes.

But for the lady president,
that means choosing a dress

that will impress the
New York fashion blogs

without insulting the
Washington conservatives.

So, rather than sit here and discuss

all the ways I might die today,

I'm gonna go pick an outfit now

so that I can be done with that nonsense

and focus on what's really important...

Running the damn country.

I've got David Rosen
on the phone for you.

He said you'd know what it was about.

I'll take it in the hall.

Inauguration seating chart.
No questions asked.

If you need anything more from me...

Abby, wait.

I need you to take over OPA.

You're leaving? Where are you going?

Somewhere normal.
Where I can start over.

Have a regular job.
Bake brownies. Be on the PTA.

You can't bake brownies
and be on the PTA here?

And what about Charlie?

Have you even told him
you're pregnant yet?

Look, I love Charlie.

But he doesn't know how to be normal.

I had a life before this.
A-A boring, vanilla life.

I know how to do it.

Charlie...

it would kill him.

Can I think about it?

Just don't take too long.

What do you need?

You called Fitz earlier. Why?

And this morning in the Oval?
What was that about?

I saw the log, David.

You were the last one to see him
before he left for the Capitol.

- What did he want?
- It was nothing.

Nothing?

There was an executive
order he wanted me to draft.

- What kind of executive order?
- Some budget thing.

Show it to me.

I can't.

Hmph.

Mellie recently asked me if
she should nominate a new AG.

My instinct was no, we should keep you,

but now I'm wondering if we might
be better off with a fresh face.

What do you think, David?

Were you ever gonna tell me?

.003% of previously-apportioned
Pentagon funds,

quietly transferred to
a blind emergency trust.

To the outside world, completely
harmless. Barely noticeable.

- To you, however. To me...
- Olivia.

The money's going to fund
a reconstituted B613.

Isn't it?

What did my father say
to get you to do this?

What was his angle this time?

Are the two of you working together now?

I did what I had to do as
President of the United States.

We need protection like
this now more than ever.

You know where this road leads, Fitz.

You've seen it firsthand.

It's gonna be different this time.

- Why is that?
- Because I'll be running it.

So that's how he did it.

That was his promise. And you bought it.

What I did was take
matters into my own hands.

He manipulated you.

He will work against you at every turn.

And when the time is right,
he will try to seize control...

And how would that be any different

from the past eight years?

You think someone hasn't
been trying to seize control

or, in one form or another, replace me?

You just described every single day

I've spent in the White House, Olivia.

This is my chance to effect real change.

To make a real difference.

You, of all people,
should understand that.

I wanted you to stay.

What?

I was going to ask you to stay.

To forget Vermont.

I didn't want you to leave.
I wanted you to stay here.

- With me.
- Well, guess what.

Now I am.

Yes. You are.

Now you are going to
run the organization

that ruined my father's life. And mine.

I wanted you to stay. But not like this.

I can't watch...

If you're just joining us,

we're looking at a live shot

of what is now formerly Marine One,

awaiting President Grant,

who will make his proper
farewell to the nation

- any minute now...
- Liv.

You shouldn't be here.

Is there ever going to come a time

when you don't tell me what to do?

You need to go out there.
Board your chopper.

You know, for your fake goodbye.

Make your fake jaunt off to Vermont.

Have you given any thought

to how you're gonna spin
your return back to D.C. yet?

Are you gonna move your foundation here?

Use it as a front for the
new and improved B613?

Smart.

Yeah.

But unnecessary. I rescinded the order.

Told David to destroy it
before anybody could see it.

I said it was just an oversight.
A rash judgment call.

Which... it was.

I couldn't do it, Liv.

You were right.

I'm always right.

That's it?

What do you want me to say?

You're a good man?

Yay you?

You saved me.

I didn't.

You saved me.

Fine.

I saved you.

Thank you.

Liv.

I can't stay. I have
a foundation to run.

And you have a world to change.

Of course.

I'm not faking this goodbye.

This one's for real.

Okay. It's for real.

Okay.

Goodbye, then.

Mr. President!

Mr. President!

The cameras.

I don't care.

It has been an honor, Mr. President.

The honor has been all mine.

This is a uniquely American problem.

The chief usher and his
staff have just four hours

to switch the White House over

from one President Grant to the next.

And by the time they finish,

the Oval Office will be
completely transformed,

ready to welcome its
first female occupant.

These can't all be viable suspects.

Quinn, I need one name. Not 32.

Liv, at this point, all we have to go on

is a rough location and a seating chart.

We're sorting through suspects,

trying to narrow down those with
criminal ties, sketchy backstories...

But this is Washington.
Everyone has a sketchy backstory.

You need to move faster.

We all have an inaugural ball to attend,

and I need to be sure we're not
being shot up or fire-bombed.

We don't all have to
go to that ball, do we?

Until we find a name,
no one's going anywhere.

And don't you dare use that
as a reason to stop trying.

- I'm not!
- We have a problem.

This seating chart's not
gonna help us at all.

It's out of date. Look.

The seating chart has
Mellie's kids here and here.

But those kids were never there.

No. She decided she
didn't want them on stage

- at the last minute.
- So what does that mean?

It means we have even less to go
on than we had two minutes ago.

Our bad guy could've slipped
into one of those seats,

and we wouldn't know.

Give me that footage of
Frankie's assassination.

Why?

With projections for Texas...

United States of America.

Who gains the most if
Frankie Vargas dies?

I need to call my children.
Their father's dead.

Who has spent decade after decade

helping fairer yet less competent men

raise their hand on Inauguration Day?

Vice President of the United States...

Luna Vargas.

Would kill for this job.

We have a very short list for
Mr. Ballard's replacement.

Think. not comfortable bringing
my children onto that dais.

Think.

There it is. Damn it. There it is.

There what is?

My mother wasn't lying.

She wasn't aiming for Mellie.

Olivia. I wasn't...

Congratulations, Madame Vice President.

I'm just happy to be a part of the team.

I bet. Let's talk.

Sit. Please.

Though I may need to excuse myself soon

to start getting ready for the ball.

You're not going to the ball, Luna.

I'm sorry?

It's over. Done.

Your plan failed. Mellie's alive.

What I need to know is
if there's a Plan B.

Think.

Before you utter your
next statement. Think.

And know that I wouldn't come to you

unless I already knew the truth.

If you had evidence,
I'd already be in handcuffs.

Not being threatened.

You're going to tell me
about the entire plan...

Beginning to end.

Names of everyone involved.

Or we can take this to
someplace more private

and I can invite some people
far more indelicate than I am.

No.

Luna...

You can't hurt me. You can't kill me.

You need me.

I'm the Vice President of
the United States of America.

My approval rating is
higher than the President's.

I'm the widow of a
national hero. An icon.

If something happens to me,

Mellie's presidency is a non-starter.

I don't need a bomb.
I don't need another assassin.

Me. I am Plan B.

Now get out of my house

before I have the Secret
Service throw you out.

Luna's right.

We need her to push
Mellie's agenda through.

And if she goes to jail,

Mellie's entire first term
is engulfed in scandal.

She's the first woman President.

There can be no mistakes!

You're frustrated.

I'm pissed!

We can't touch her.

It's done.

No! Don't say that!

What choice do we have?

The TV is broken.

Healthcare in this country...

Doctors say you're going to be okay.

They also said someone
would be in to fix the TV.

You were going to shoot Luna...

weren't you?

So you sniffed out Luna Vargas.

Good for you.

That bitch really plays it, doesn't she?

Everybody loves Luna.

What are you gonna do?

Nothing.

We're stuck with Luna.
She has all the cards.

So it's over. You let it go.

No. This isn't how it
was supposed to be.

I was supposed to deliver the
Oval to Mellie free and clear.

Why are you always worried
about other people?

Mellie?

Mellie isn't sitting
around worried about you.

What the hell do you care if
a Latina sister gets over?

Move on. Walk away.

It's the White House!

You don't just move on!

You don't walk away.

But now we don't have a choice!

Luna Vargas gets to be in that
White House that I worked so...

Oh. Now I see it.

What?

This is about you.

That Luna bitch is
stepping on your lawn.

The White House is your baby.

I earned it.

I deserve it.

Then, honey, do what you need
to do to get your baby back.

You are half me and half that crazy man.

I don't see how anyone
can fight you and win.

You're not gonna take the job.

If I took over now, it
would be a disaster.

What am I gonna do?

You're gonna hire me.

You were the Chief of
Staff at the White House.

So... I'll be the chief of staff at OPA.

Robin?

I don't know anything about kids.

Me, neither.

But we'll figure it out. Together.

You want to have a
baby? Let's have a baby.

Over a cliff.

Over a cliff.

Honey, am I tripping?

What's wrong?

We're gonna have a baby.

- Whoa.
- Oh, sorry. I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Cyrus. Wake up.

Cyrus.

What... Oh, my God.

What... What... What are you doing here?

I need a date.

And you need a shave.

But, I-I'm...

W-Why me?

Cyrus,
I'm in charge of the whole country now.

All of it. It's terrifying.

And the only person who can imagine

anywhere close to what
I'm going through is you.

Be my date.

Please.

I thought you could use some company.

Liv?

I know what we're gonna do.

What is it? I'm late
for the ball as it is.

This won't take long.

I just wanted to let you
know I found a way forward,

a solution that works for all of us.

Oh? Okay. Sure. I'll humor you.

You're going to die.

Tonight.

Here in this room.

Agents?

Agents!

Those agents? They're not yours.

They're not even Secret Service.

They're mine.

Hi. Sit.

So, what, you want to
try and cut a deal?

A deal? No. We're past that.

You're dying. That wasn't a euphemism.

Enough with the threats.

You're not gonna kill me.
I'm the Vice President.

Raise your hand if you've
killed a Vice President before.

He was Argentine.

It counts.

Mine was American.

But you're right.
We're not going to kill you.

You're going to kill yourself.

You're insane.

Even if I...
I-I'd never abandon my children.

You love them very much, don't you?

Of course. Take the pills.

You'll fall asleep, have a heart attack,

and never wake up again.

Your kids, the world,
they'll remember you as a saint.

Leave it to Jake? It gets messy.

He shoots you in the face,
rips off your clothes,

leaves you in a ditch.

You'll decompose,
get picked over by animals.

When the cops investigate,

they'll discover you're a murderer.

They'll call your death
a revenge killing.

Those are the words
your children will hear

when they see your corpse on the news

after they're told Mommy
killed Daddy for power!

- No, I didn't!
- You killed your husband!

- No!
- You have to own it!

I loved Frankie!

I just...

I didn't want to be First Lady.

I didn't want to be
trapped in that life.

So I... I paid someone
to make sure he lost,

to make sure Mellie won.

And then they killed him!

A funny thing happens
after we commit an act

as heinous as this.

We revisit it. Justify it.

Lie to ourselves so we
don't call it what it is.

I'm not lying.

Then why keep your kids off
that stage on election night?

Because you knew.
You knew the bullet was coming.

There you are.

Feels good, right?

Not to hide anymore?

A president is most powerful

the night he's elected
and the day he dies.

Everything in between is...

Frankie would've had to govern.
Make compromises.

Me?

Imagine if Jackie Kennedy
had been President.

How unstoppable she'd have been.

They'd have given her
everything she asked for.

Medicare. Civil rights.

Things her husband wanted but never got.

And all because of those blood
stains on her pink Chanel suit.

Frankie's ideas would
have died on the vine.

I gave them a chance to live!

I'm not pure evil.

Please.

Oh.

You're not pure evil.

You love your kids. You protect them.

Which makes this an
easy decision for you.

Here.

The bullet or the pills,
Luna? Your choice.

Call me when she's dead.

What happens now?

Now? We wait.

Liv!

What happened to you?
You missed the parties.

I was there.
We must have just missed each other.

Here. Sign these.

What is this?

A thank you card to the
chief usher and his staff...

Ah.

For moving you into
the White House today.

Also, your first executive order.

Reserves a percentage of Pentagon funds

in a blind emergency trust.

It's basically lunch money for Defense

while we're waiting for
Congress to approve your budget.

Done.

Now, grab yourself a drink.

Join us.

I would love to, but apparently,

this woman's work is never done.

Oh.

Is it done?

It's done.

B613?

Fully funded.
Time to turn the lights back on.

I'm here to make a few
things clear to you.

One... you have no hold over Fitz.
He's gone.

Two... Mellie is mine.

Mine to advise, mine to protect...

Which is why I'm reconstituting B613

and will run it myself.

You're retired.

Three...

I love you.

I want Sunday dinners with you,
to share this world with you.

I want a father.

But cross me again, and I will kill you.

If there's one thing you've taught me,

it's that family is a weakness. Hmm.

What is it you call yourself?

Smart prey?

Well, that's what I've become.

No, you're not smart prey.
You're the predator.

I'll see you Sunday, okay?

I wasn't sure you'd show up.

We said we'd drink about
this when it was over.

Man of your word.

Mm.

It was Luna Vargas behind
the attempt on Mellie,

behind Frankie's assassination.

Luna?

Peus, that Samantha woman...

They did the dirty work,

but it was Luna calling the shots.

She thought her husband

would have more impact dead than alive.

Man.

Luna freakin' Vargas.

She does make a good point, though.

A president's far more powerful

the night he's elected
and the day he dies

than at any other point
in his presidency.

I've always believed that.

And Luna

with those blood stains on her dress?

It's like Jackie Kennedy
in her pink Chanel suit.

Put her in the Oval,
she'd be unstoppable.

Anyway.

Question for you now,

if you haven't answered it already,

is how to get rid of her.

What?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Liv...

This was you.

What are you talking about?

Jackie Kennedy?

The pink Chanel suit?

The night he's elected, the day he dies?

Unstoppable?

It's exactly the way Luna put it.

You planted that seed in her head

just like you're planting
a seed now in mine,

hoping I'll get rid of
Luna and make you VP.

This is the ending you wanted.

Tell me something.

That executive order
you had Mellie sign?

That's not lunch money
for Defense, is it?

Sounds to me like we
both got what we wanted.

Stay in town.

So you can drag me back to jail?

So I can nominate you.

How does it feel...

to be the most powerful
person in the world?

Right.

It feels right.

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