All language subtitles for Scandal S02E03 Hunting Season

This trial was lost, I didn't lose it.

The Department has decided you need
to take a leave of absence.

Previously on Scandal

I just wanna know how
she did it, Olivia.

We won this case.

Quinn is going to live, and despite
popular opinion around here

that is a good thing.

Ready to work across the hall
from the Molotov mistress?

- How are you?
- Fine

Except my married ex-boyfriend
keeps calling me.

I know you hate me,

and I know you don't even wanna
be in the same room with me,

but you have to forgive me.

How's your pregnant wife?

Tell me what to do,
and I'll do it.

Let me go.

Red button.

Oh, come on, Senator.

He was nowhere near
to pushing that...

Our President was about to push

that big, red,
scary-as-hell button

and take us to war
in east Sudan

on faulty,
irresponsible intelligence.

Which he quickly realized...

And took
the appropriate steps...

By firing
the C.I.A. director

that he himself appointed
five minutes ago.

What does it say for the people
that he surrounds himself with?

This President's more in bed
with special interests

than the last three
commanders in chief combined.

Here we go.
Same old democrat partisan...

Just look at the White House
logs, Senator.

They read like
a who's who of big pharma,

N.R.A., insurance companies,

oil tycoons
like Hollis Doyle

are running around
like they own the place.

Now I think the American people
deserve to know

what is a man like that

doing with nearly unlimited
access to the West Wing?

And you'll get to respond
to that in a moment,

Senator Gilbert,
after we take this short break.

Let me guess...some
third cousin died, then you went

- out of the country.
- You're wearing pinstripes.

Yeah, see, that doesn't explain

the three years
of not returning my calls.

- Pinstripes on prime time?
- Oh.

You joined the fashion police.
That's where you've been.

I don't care what you wear.

Just know that no one will hear
a word you're saying

when your suit is moving,
vibrating

across their screen.
Also, you're sighing

every time Senator Gilbert
speaks. Don't.

It makes you seem
condescending and elitist,

which frankly, doesn't exactly
matter, because I'm way

- too distracted by the...
- Pinstripes. Yeah.

So... am I in?

Am I finally a client of
Olivia Pope and Associates?

You agree I'm obviously in
need of your expertise.

Good luck, Senator.

You take care, Liv.

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I don't have cash on me.
I don't carry debit cards.

If you're hoping for a ransom,
I don't have many friends.

And if you're planning
on anything else,

you should know that there are
security cameras

trained on every inch
of this garage,

and the police,
who I am dialing right now,

will identify you
within minutes.

There aren't any cameras,
Ms. Pope.

In fact, this is the only part
of the building without cameras.

That's why I'm here.
That's why I had...

I-I'm sorry, okay?
I-I didn't mean to follow you

or freak you out. It's just...
They're following me,

and they're freaking me out,
and I-I didn't know

where else to go,
and I know that you fix things

and you solve problems, and I
got some problems, Ms. Pope...

Some really,
really big problems.

You need to get out of my car
now!

Okay. I'm sorry.
My bad.

They'll... they'll...
They'll kill me, Ms. Pope.

You... you... let me explain.
You have to.

They're following you, too!

The government...
Th-they know everything.

They know all about
the late-night phone calls

from the West Wing!

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I forgot how
tiny and cute they are...

The baby clothes.

Yeah.

Feeling okay?

Fine.

Great, actually.

'Cause if you're not sure...

You can't cancel the hunt.

I could, if you were ill.

My pregnant wife
not feeling well.

Never felt better.
The party loves when you hunt.

Every year,
I have to spend a day

- squatting in some weeds...
- A marsh.

- Shooting helpless chickens...
- Ducks.

- So the gun crazies can feel good...
- The good people of the N.R.A.

- about some nut job...
- Citizen.

Carrying a Kalashnikov assault
rifle in the back of his truck.

Exercising the freedoms
afforded to him

by the United States
constitution.

You should go shoot the ducks.

I should.
I'm an excellent shot.

We have an enormous staff.

I'm sure if you ask, someone
could fold those for you.

It's a 32-piece antique
hand-embroidered layette

with a personal note enclosed

written by
Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth.

Wow.

Wow. I am folding
these baby clothes.

You are definitely
folding those baby clothes.

What?

Nothing.

It's just...

This is nice.

Yeah.

Um...

Oh, a double capp?

Welcome back.

And a half-caf, no foam,
one pump vanilla,

extra hot soy latte.

That's two pumps of vanilla,
Lindsay.

She'll grow up and get
over it eventually.

Just ride it out.

They love to use what's
already in the room...

Moldings, picture frames,
light fixtures,

but now with this new program,
they don't need bugs,

'cause we are the bugs...

Our laptops, smartphones,
cell phones...

Cell phones off. Everybody,
turn off your cell phones!

They can track the signals.

Why are you all just
standing there?

What in the hell?
We eat on that table. Liv.

This is Artie Hornbacher.

Four hours ago, Artie stole this
from the N.S.A.

You stole from
the National Security Agency?

I'm not in this.
You're in this.

- What is it? - It's called Thorngate.
It's everything.

Everything. It blows
"we the people" to pieces.

It removes the stars
and the stripes on the flag.

Artie.

- Sorry.
- He says he's got evidence

the N.S.A.'s spying
on American citizens.

What, like spying spying,

like spying on American
citizens, here at home?

That is everything.

- I told you.
- Check him out.

Arthur "Artie" Hornbacher...

Low-level N.S.A.
Data entry specialist.

Kept the same job, same
salary, for 16 years,

which is either admirable
or pathetic,

depending on your
definition of success.

Easy menial job
which allows him time

to follow his true passion
as an online crusader.

- Against what?
- Every coffee chain in America.

According to Artie,
the decaffeination process

is a lie, and a coordinated
government/corporate deception.

I was doing data entry,
same thing I always do,

grouping batches by
source and entry point...

Riyadh, Tel Aviv, Cairo,
Milan...

But then this one batch...

Suddenly, it's Columbus,
Philly, Portland.

The addresses?
They're... they're all domestic.

Do you know what that means?
Big brother. The eye in the sky.

Millions of Americans are
being watched right now,

and they have no idea.

You told your supervisors
about this?

Of course I did, repeatedly,

and they said
they'd look into it,

and then suddenly,
I'm being followed.

So I took it, okay?
I took proof of Thorngate.

- Maybe it was a mistake, but...
- Maybe?

But I did it, so now
you have to hide me,

because these people...
They won't just kill me.

They'll make it look like
I never existed.

He's also lactose-intolerant,
allergic to grass, honey,

strawberries, peanuts,
is a type 1 diabetic,

and believes that vaccines
are demonic.

It's just a report
on border security.

It's just the firewall.

The N.S.A. protected
this program with everything

in their arsenal, in case it
ever got stolen, like right now.

Seriously, Liv,
he's certifiable.

We can't take this guy on
as a client.

Just 'cause he's weird
doesn't mean he's crazy.

He thinks the N.S.A.'s
trying to kill him.

- My story didn't make any
sense at first. - Still doesn't.

- Everyone thought that
I was crazy, too. - Still do.

Might be time to poke the hive.

I know you by reputation.

I'm happy to be able to
put a face to a name.

Thanks for
seeing me on short notice.

Of course.
Um, what can I help you with?

- Just a few questions about Thorngate.
- Thorngate?

Thorngate. I'm sorry. Am I supposed
to know what Thorngate is?

I just learned about it myself
from Artie Hornbacher.

Again, you've stumped me.
I feel like I'm failing a test here.

Who is Artie Hornbacher?

Just one of your
low-level employees.

Complained to his bosses,
claiming your agency is

using a program called
Thorngate to spy on Americans.

Ring a bell?

Wow. That would be something,
wouldn't it?

Um, I'm not familiar with
this employee or this program,

but I can assure you that
we take these accusations

very seriously, and we
encourage our employees,

from data entry
all the way to the top,

to speak freely
if they witness any abuse

or wrongdoings by their
colleagues here at the N.S.A.

You know, let me check
with our oversight board

and see if they've heard anything.

Thanks, but I don't think
it's necessary.

There's a 99% chance
Artie was a nut job,

and you just gave me my last 1%.
Sorry to bother.

No bother at all.

Thanks, Corinne.
Very nice to meet you.

Oh, my pleasure.

Get him out.

It's Olivia.
She says to get him out.

- Let me talk to her.
- Where are we supposed to...

This isn't a question, Abby.
It's an order.

They knew he was data entry.
She didn't react.

She didn't even blink
when I told her...

I'm just asking whether...

They know where he is!
They'll kill him.

Tell huck to get our client
to safety right now!

- Alissa, what are you doing?
- You are coming back to work,

because if I have to fetch
Jane Powell

another Chinese chicken salad
with no crunchies, no chicken,

and dressing on the side,
I am going to scream.

You miss me.

I miss your lunch order
because it's simple

and because Jane is
a horrible human being,

who may, in fact,
be the pinnacle of everything

that's wrong with the
American judicial system

and who's telling
everyone who'll listen

that you went totally
bonkers, by the way,

so keep that in mind when...

Oh, David.

Look, I know it seems
like I've gone...

All "Beautiful Mind"?
David.

I can't go back
till I figure it out...

How I lost this trial and how
Olivia Pope made it happen.

You can walk me through it,
once,

if you shave and put on pants.

Okay, so hear me out...

Pants.

This is the least safe safe
house I've ever heard of.

- Windows? - I've got a scrambler
jamming every frequency.

There's no way
to see inside here.

Except, of course,
using eyesight.

- Okay, enough.
- It's decrypted.

Let's see this thing.

- Holy...
- I told you.

- How does it work?
- Uh, give me a name.

Someone you know.
Someone hard to crack.

Cyrus Rutherford Beene.

- Is that the...
- White House.

- West Wing.
- 20 feet from the oval office.

- The chief of staff.
- Nobody's safe.

Is there audio?

...I know you know
how he hates to hunt.

He hates it.

He only does it to get a chance
to spend time with you.

Make sure he knows
he doesn't have to

gum up his boots to know
he has my support.

Let's see who else is there.

There's another phone
signal I can pull up.

Still likes to golf, right?

We oughta get him out
to Andrews more often.

- Shut it down. - 'Course
it ain't much to speak of,

but I'm sure
the man could use a...

- Huck.

Long, frustrating walk to ease
his mind from time to time.

- Huck.

I'm trying.

What just happened?

Wh-where'd it go?

It self-destructed.
I can't bring it back up.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Come on.
Did you try the...

It's dead. Okay,
if we want to see it again,

I have to hack into
the N.S.A.'s firewall.

How long would that take?

Um... 22 days.

22 days?!

Artie, who else knows about this?

I didn't tell anyone.
How could I?

Well, then we're done here,
Artie. I can't help you.

Wait. You said you were
gonna protect me.

How can I?
Without Thorngate,

you have no leverage,
nothing to bargain with.

So tell me who else knows.

Her name's Monica Ocampo.
She was on the development team.

- Does she have access?
- Yes, but please,

I don't want her to
come in any danger.

She's a good person.

Find her.

Should I help?

We're good.
Thanks, Lindsay.

Bad optics for a senator
to be caught loitering.

- Would you agree?
- Sorry I'm late.

Enjoyed having you
in my ear last night.

Tell me about Thorngate.

Thorngate?

You're on the senate
intelligence committee, Edison.

Don't play dumb.

And here I was
gonna ask you out.

I got two tickets
to the National Ballet...

Thorngate. I need to know
if I go public with this,

whether you'll back me up,
verify its existence.

- Olivia. - Our government
is spying on Americans.

- Allegedly. - And your committee's
responsible for oversight.

You took an oath to...

My clearance level
is top secret.

I took an oath to do
the exact opposite

of what you're asking me to do.

You always did
put your career above all.

Takes one to know one.

Liv. I don't know what
you're getting yourself into,

but you don't want to
play games with the N.S.A.

Their ball, their bat, their rules.

- I'll take the lead on this one.
- Who made you boss?

That tone... it's bad-cop tone.
It's ineffective.

And since we're on the subject,
the way you've been

badgering that kid,
pouncing on her...

Lindsay Perkins is
a lying sociopath.

Bad cop.

You think I can't be good cop?

Ha.
Oh, I can be good cop.

Hell, I can be the sweet cop.

Someone stole a little
something from the N.S.A.

They think they may have
themselves a whistle-blower.

Concerning what?

Thorngate.

Are we on top of this?

There's a problem.

There's always a problem.

He's got himself some
interesting representation.

Are we sure? This doesn't sound
like Liv's neighborhood.

She's nosing around senators
on the intel committee.

Senator Davis.

Sir, Davis and Olivia...

I don't need a history lesson.

- Sir...
- I want this handled.

I want the screws tightened
on this, Cy,

and I want it done yesterday.

You're ticking, sir.

- What?
- You're ticking.

You know how
I know you're ticking?

Up until you saw this picture,
you've been happy.

Lately, you've been happy.

Don't get me wrong,
I've enjoyed it,

not because of the happiness,
but because...

It's been weird, like seeing
a grandma in a bikini

or a democrat with a Bible.

You're happy, but we both know

that happy people are
rarely actually happy,

unless they're morons.

You are a brilliant man,
a Rhodes Scholar, and a PhD,

which means
you're acting happy,

because she won't take your calls,

and you won't admit
that it bothers you

and God knows what else that goes on

with the Shakespearean drama
that is the women in your life.

You're ticking, sir. You're a
bomb stuffed in a Teddy bear,

waiting to explode.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Stop it.

How do I defuse the bomb, sir?

Hello, sir.
Good evening.

That remains to be seen, ma'am.

You are so funny.

Monica said he was funny.
Didn't she, Howard?

Sure did.

Anyhow, we just need the key.

The key?

To Monica's.
The surprise party?

All I'm saying,
that wasn't good cop.

That was some weird,
off-her-medications,

emotionally unstable cop.

Face it. I am a good cop,
you're a sore loser, and...

Hello? Monica?

You seeing what I'm seeing?

Sleeping pills,
hastily written note...

Classically staged suicide.

No. Outside.

Black sedan.

Maybe Artie isn't
paranoid enough.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Abby, see if you can
expedite Monica's autopsy.

I want proof it wasn't a suicide.

Tell Harrison to take the
partial license plate number

and see where it goes.

Pinning this murder
on the N.S.A. is

how we corroborate
Artie's story.

I'm on my way.

Tom. Hal.

Not bad, huh?

Actually, fairly pathetic,
Mr. President.

You talk a good game, Fitzy,

but you couldn't hit
the side of a barn

from the inside of a barn.
I swear.

Doesn't look like I'll be
having duck for dinner.

That's for sure.

Okay, let's get ourselves
some coffee back at the lodge

and give the President
a little time on his own.

Time on my own?
What am I gonna do with that?

To commune with nature, sir.

I know how you enjoy that.

Yeah, I'll see you guys in a bit.

Where is she?

Get out of the car.

No.

Get out of the car.

No, and I don't appreciate
being summoned.

- Get out of the car.
-Why? So you can shoot me?

Get of out of the damn car, Olivia!

Yeah, but Quinn's motive
was clear as day.

Yeah, in the micro-sense,
you're right.

Wait. Don't you have
to go to work?

I called in sick again.
Lucky for us,

Jane's a hypochondriac
and a bit of a racist,

so when I say "cold,"
she hears "S.A.R.S."

Ah. You can
use that all winter.

Anyway, that's why I focused
so heavily on the voice mail.

That was a mistake.

Wait. The voice mail where
Quinn viciously swore

to gut him like a fish?
How is that a mistake?

I'm saying, forget about all
that evidence, step back,

what's the one thing we
know about Olivia Pope?

Well, she's well-dressed,
she's a workaholic...

Olivia Pope doesn't use
her magic for evil,

she uses it for good.

Olivia Pope doesn't move
heaven and earth

and further corrupt
the justice system

unless she knows
at the end of the day,

she can put on the white hat
and ride out of town.

Yes, but all the evidence
still points to Quinn Perkins.

We're not talking about evidence.

We're just talking about motive.

Well, she had that, too.
She wanted revenge.

Maybe the motive is bigger than
the revenge of a jilted lover.

Maybe someone else
wanted Quinn's boyfriend

and six other
Cytron employees dead?

Tom and hal could've told me
where they were taking me.

I could've dressed for it.

Shut up.

Where are we going?

We are hunting.

Do I get a gun?

I'm not giving you a gun.

That doesn't seem fair.

Life isn't fair.

What is your problem?

What is my...

I don't have a problem.

Then why are secret service
agents physically removing me

from my home
at 5:00 in the morning?

Because they do what I say.

I don't do what you say.

Why are you helping
Artie Hornbacher?

And I don't discuss
my clients with you.

You don't discuss anything
with me anymore.

Are you angry that I haven't
been taking your phone calls

or because I'm helping
Artie Hornbacher?

I an angry because you
are committing treason.

I am angry that you're behaving
like a traitor to your country.

To my country or to you?

Oh, come on.
This isn't personal.

I'm standing in the middle of
the forest in God knows where,

so you can yell at me?
That feels personal.

I do not care how it feels.

You're harboring a fugitive.
It's criminal behavior.

You and I both well know
what Thorngate is,

what Thorngate does, and who
you are going to use it on.

You have no idea
what you're talking about.

You're using it
to spy on Americans.

What we use it for is
highly classified,

and it involves anti terrorism.

They know about
the late-night phone calls.

They know those calls
came from the white house.

Where are you getting this?

Your little
whistle-blower Artie,

the guy who stole Thorngate
from the N.S.A.?

I am pretty sure
the supreme court would consider

this administration spying on
its citizens criminal behavior.

I am protecting my country.

You are dabbling
in national security issues.

You're upsetting
the C.I.A.and N.S.A.,

my guys at the state department,

and you're using old boyfriends

to dig up secrets on the
intelligence committee.

I am not...

Senator Davis was your
boyfriend from 2002 to 2006.

You live together in Georgetown
and then New York.

You had an engagement ring.

And you were seen
with him yesterday,

looking fairly cozy,
from what I hear.

You two screwing again?

Is he everything
you ever dreamed?

Stop walking.

Stop... Walking!

I am not yours.

I don't show up places
because you want me.

I am not yours.

This is over.

I can't say how long.
Everybody's different.

It's just a toxicology report.

It's just sending blood
to a lab, right?

Monica Ocampo
may no longer be with us,

but she's still with us,
still in my care.

Monica's autopsy will take
as long as Monica needs.

I expect that's a courtesy

you'll want for yourself
someday, Red.

Monica was the only friend
I had in that place,

maybe the only friend
I had in this city.

They did this to her.
I know they did.

There was a black sedan
on the scene.

Someone was watching.

I told you.
They'll do anything.

I need to get out of here.
Please! I'm begging you!

Snap out of it, Artie!
It's the N.S.A.

operating with the full backing

of the white house
and justice department.

They'll find you.

The only way to stop them
is to take this public.

The scary guy hasn't even
de-encrypted the program yet!

Let us worry about that.

You worry about getting ready
for prime time.

Quinn, buy Artie a suit...

Slim fit, single-breasted,
2-button, Navy.

I want him to look polished,

not one colander hat shy
of a crazy person.

Huck, can you do this?
How long?

24 hours?

I think so. Maybe.

My producer Jack Lynn.

Hi, Jack. Sorry.
No recording devices.

- We off the record here?
- For now. And I need you to agree

on a 24-hour embargo on anything
we discuss here today.

- We don't even know...
- My client's life is at stake.

If you can't agree to
an embargo... I like you, Kim.

I came to you first,
because I think you're the best,

but you're not the only game
in town.

- Are we talking exclusive?
- Exclusive.

We agreed on the embargo?

The United States government

is using an N.S.A. program
called Thorngate

to spy on millions of American
citizens in their homes,

in their cars,
and their offices.

♪ Don't force it,
let it happen naturally ♪

How?

Why do you have
so many old watches?

Don't touch my stuff.
Damn it.

What de-encryption program
are you running?

I've created an
accelerated G.P.U. on linux

breaking 28.6 billion
passwords per second.

With only three computers?

We're never gonna get through
the encryption in time.

I sent out a root kit virus
to over 5,000 bot-net computers.

The whole city is crunching
numbers for me. Relax.

Relax?
You don't finish, I'm dead.

Do you know the kind of
things they do to a man?

I heard by the end that
you're begging them to kill you.

Oh, is that so?

- What's this?
- What you asked for...

Every black Lincoln

with the letters "R" and "B"
on the plate.

How about a "thank you"?

Thank you.

How about a phone number?

How did you come
across the information

that Thorngate was being used...

Is being used
this very second.

You just interrupted Kimberly.

You never interrupt Kimberly.

Wait. This interview's
with Kimberly Mitchell?

The seething mouthpiece
of the government's

propaganda machine?
Why not just turn me in?

Artie, take a breath.

Keep your head still.
Maintain eye contact.

Just answer
what was asked of you.

If you go off on a tangent,
it'll look unreliable.

Let's try again.

How did you come across
the information

that Thorngate is being used
on American citizens?

This guy is set to reveal

our most highly classified
spyware on prime time?

What happened to
containing this thing?

Olivia's trying an end-around.

Right out
of the do-gooder playbook...

Grandstanding, "the public has
a right to know" Kumbaya fest.

Think about it this way...
How much of your audience

watches you at home with
their cell phones or laptops on?

I would imagine
almost everyone.

Well, then everyone should be
very concerned about this.

He's ready.

My legal options.

They run the gamut
from gag orders

to subpoenas
to seizing everything

to detaining
and prosecuting in secrecy.

Under various statutes
under the espionage act,

PATRIOT Act,
National Security act.

Just depends on how aggressive
you want to be.

I want you to unleash
a legal Tsunami.

Don't just empty both barrels.
We go nuclear on this.

You've got it?

Got it. Put up a beautiful
struggle, but I cracked it.

Good work, huck.

What's going on?

The network just got slapped

with an injunction
by the justice department.

If we go forward
with the broadcast,

we could all get arrested
for treason.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I was trying to write a thank-
you note to queen Elizabeth.

Do you have any idea
how difficult it is

to write a thank-you note
to the queen?

I felt like some yahoo
from podunk.

I was terrified of starting
an international incident.

God, I'm starving. This baby
is eating all of my food.

Is this the duck you shot?

I hope Mickey got a good photo
to show to the press corps.

Mmm!

Mmm!

How was your day?

Honey?

Where's Kip?

What?

Kip Provenza and Mary.

The commerce secretary
and his wife who won't shut up.

I thought we were
having them over

for dinner
in the residence tonight.

Oh, I just thought...

What?

It'd be nice to have it be
just the two of us for once

since...

Since what?

Nothing.

I don't buy it.

- Which part?
- The part where you think

a jilted girlfriend would
never go on a killing spree.

'Cause let me tell ya...
Bitches be crazy.

Look at what Cytron does.

They have contracts
with casinos,

offshore betting sites...

Two words... fugue state.

Construction companies,
probably mob-owned.

These guys at Cytron
swam with sketchy.

I bet there's tons of people out
there who wanted to hurt them.

Fugue state.

This is bigger than
Quinn Perkins.

It's bigger than Olivia Pope.

It's a cover-up, Alissa,
and hard as it is to admit,

we were wrong about
almost everything.

Okay. Fine. Maybe Quinn
didn't murder those people,

but she did do something,
and without a doubt,

somebody over at camp Pope
and associates knows something.

We argue this in court,
we go up against

the full legal might
of the federal government.

Armies of lawyers,
bottomless resources.

Meanwhile, we're all
in jail and Artie...

God know where they'd
rendition the poor guy.

We fight this with the
network, not in court.

We stiffen their backbone,
appeal to their patriotic duty.

Freedom of the press,

unconstitutional intrusion
of the right to privacy.

A man's cell phone
is his castle.

Meanwhile, we need
those autopsy results,

and that partial plate
off the black sedan.

Thorngate is real
and a monstrosity.

They don't muzzle us so easily.

Tom.
Hal.

What happened to my husband?

Ma'am?

Who did he talk to? What put
Fitz in such a terrible mood?

Because when he left me
to go hunting, he was smiling,

and when he came home,
he wasn't.

I'm sure we don't know, ma'am.

You can't say.
I understand.

So... I am just going
to say some things,

and when I am correct,
I'd like one of you to blink.

That's all. Just flutter
your eyelashes for a girl.

Ma'am.
The President of France.

East Sudan.

Hollis Doyle.

That guy on fox news.

His mother.

Cyrus?

Olivia Pope.

Have a lovely day, gentlemen.

I didn't say a word.

No way in hell
are we airing this interview.

I'm against it,

and to say that my friends here
from the legal department

are against it, well,

that's just an exercise
in understatement.

The government will back off,
Brad. I promise.

You promise?

This isn't some two-seconds-
of-nipple F.C.C. Fine

we're risking.

It's a federal injunction

essentially handed down
personally

by the justice department,
saying,

"if you air this interview,
you're guilty of treason."

And I'm saying
call their bluff.

Generate so much public outrage
on Artie Hornbacher's behalf,

that if the N.S.A. so much
as gives him a speeding ticket,

they'll stage a coup.

Based on one man's word?

No, based on this.

Huck?

Go ahead
and bring up Thorngate.

Is this some kind of joke?

That's your wife Julie,
isn't it?

My home system is encrypted.
This should not be possible.

You want audio?
Please.

Anyway, you know how it is
after a baby.

You know, I try being all sexy,

but I still don't feel
like myself,

and, well, he could try
a little harder, too.

Can't remember the last time
he went to the gym.

Turn it off.
There's also a link

to all e-mail accounts
associated with this address

and access to each computer
search history.

Shall we take a look?

I said, turn it off.

Huck.

Brad, I know this is compelling
stuff, but we need... Shut up.

Do it.

I did okay, I guess, in life.

Saw the Grand Canyon,
had sex with a woman,

I saw "The Empire Strikes Back"
in the theater.

After the interview,
you'll be a hero.

Not for long. I mean,
I might be okay for a while,

but this story will die down
soon enough,

and then I'll be
looking over my shoulder

for the rest of my life.

At least when you die,
you'll have done something,

something noble.
More than most can say.

Noble hero, huh?

Never thought about it
that way.

Oh.

The network's in.

Artie's sitting down
with Mitchell tonight.

She's willing to come to us,

so coordinate with
their production team.

We want to keep it
small and safe.

Two camera ops at most,
one sound guy. Abby, what?

Coroner finally got to
the autopsy report

on Monica Ocampo. It wasn't
sleeping pills that killed her.

- What was it? - She OD'd on 1,600
units of injectable Insulin.

Harrison, where are we
with the plate match?

Quinn and I have cross-referenced
the entire D.M.V. list.

The car doesn't track back
to anyone at the N.S.A.

or government for that
matter, but get this...

It's registered
to a fake address

under the name
of "Will B.Watching."

Will B.Watching?
Is that some kind of joke?

Huck, where's Artie?

He's in the bathroom again.

Break down the door.

- What?
- Break down the door!

Come on. Come on.
Come on.

He's also lactose intolerant,

allergic to grass, honey,
strawberries, peanuts,

is a type 1 diabetic...

Believes that vaccines
are demonic.

Come on.

Come on.

There was a black sedan
on the scene.

- Someone was watching.
- I need to get out of here.

Got it. Let's go.

How did this happen?

He must've known. He must've
done his homework on us.

Come on! You know
how this happened.

Artie couldn't decrypt
Thorngate himself,

so he found the one person
who could.

Then he killed poor Monica,

made it look like he
was being followed,

all so that we'd help him buy
time and get what he needed.

But as for why this happened?
You'd have to ask Olivia that,

and that would be a waste of
time because she's off her game.

Her gut is broken, and we have
no idea what she's thinking.

What's going on with her?

It was a mistake,

and the first one I've seen
her make since I got here,

so give her a break.

- Second.
- What?

Second mistake she's made.

Bad cop.

I tried everywhere.
I called everyone.

I hacked into
the face recognition software

used by capitol police.

I checked every traffic
camera in the Tri-state area.

- All dead ends.
- This isn't on you, huck.

This is on me. This is my mistake.
I made the wrong call.

Incoming!

- Where is he?
- Who?

Don't get cute.
You're in enough trouble.

Harboring a fugitive,
obstructing justice,

theft of classified intelligence.

I'm so confused.
What are we talking about?

The tv interview was canceled,
which means you lost him,

which means, assuming
that Artie Hornbacher

got his hands on Thorngate,

our greatest weapon
in the war on terror

is out to the highest
bidder as we speak.

That's your problem.

- Excuse me?
- Artie Hornbacher played us.

For two days, he wagged our dog.
I'm not proud of that.

But he played you for 16 years.

Who knows what other secrets
he stole along the way,

right out from under your nose.
What a great story...

The kind of story that leads
to congressional hearings

and mass firings
and books and movies.

Juicy stuff.

What do you want?

12 hours to find and deliver Artie.

Then we call it even.

I'll give you till noon tomorrow.

If I don't hear from you,
I'll be detaining your entire team

for questioning, indefinitely.

I want Senator Davis
off the Intel committee.

Sir...

I want him off.

Many a man has been
undone by jealousy.

How did you know she
wasn't taking my calls?

What?

Earlier you said Liv
wasn't taking my calls.

How did you know?

Well, at least we know
Thorngate really works.

Just keeping America safe

from the terrorists, sir.

Liv's not a terrorist.

I wasn't talking about her.

She's not ticking. You are.

I will have Senator Davis

removed from the intel committee.

You want something?

I need to make some plans.

What?

For my future,
after your first term is done,

because you're never gonna
make it to a second term.

Clearly, you're
a once-around-the-ballroom

kind of President.

Mellie, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Olivia Pope.

I am talking about Olivia Pope.

You took her hunting?

Really, honey?

She could be facing
federal prison.

But you needed to spend a few
minutes with your girlfriend.

That's...

It's sweet...

If it didn't mean the end
of your political career,

because you won't make it
to a second term.

I will make sure of it, because
I need to make some plans

for my political future.

And I do have a bright,
bright political future.

The sweet lawyer who gave up
her career for her husband,

suffered a miscarriage,

then had a late-in-life baby
while first lady...

That's gold.

That's a future President.

That's a hell of a second act,

and America loves a second act.

Mellie.

- Get over her.
- Mellie.

Get over her!

You see her again,
I'll blow you away.

And I'm an excellent shot.
Remember?

Hello, Artie.

Nice watch.

Oh. Hey.

Yeah, I just...
I just borrowed it.

You got back in, cracked
Thorngate a second time.

No small feat.

I didn't need Thorngate to find you.

The watch is old,
and it has radium in it,

which is bad for you
and very easy to track.

I warned you not to touch
my stuff, didn't I, Artie?

We can split the money.
All right?

You'd never have to work again.

Oh, I like my work.

Oh! Oh.

Ohh.

Tranquilizer should wear off
in a few minutes.

We'll talk more then.

Where's huck?

I don't know, but we should
be buying him a drink.

He saved our asses.

Gotta admit, Artie was good.

Every little detail
was played to perfection...

The neuroses, the paranoia,
even the allergies.

The man had hives on his neck.
I saw them.

He was a lying mastermind.

Takes one to know one,
Lindsay.

Screw you.

Excuse me?

Oh, you didn't hear me?

Go screw yourself.

And when you're done with that,

you can go straight to hell
and screw yourself there,

'cause I don't want
to hear it anymore.

I'm not a murderer
and I'm not a liar,

and I'm not going anywhere.

So the sooner you get
over it, the better.

And I go by one name now,
and it's not Lindsay.

Ah.

I'm Quinn, bitch.

Ah!

Buy me a drink?

That's your line?
"Buy me a drink"?

I'm unemployed. Come on.
One charity drink.

You can write it off.

I'm a good cause.
Hey. Uh, a Manhattan, please.

And lastly, President grant

took some time out
from his busy schedule

to hunt duck
on the eastern shore.

The white house chef
prepared some of the spoils

and served them up
with a port demi-glace,

roasted turnips,
and sauteed Greens.

Was it you
who taught him to hunt?

Didn't
mean to sneak up on you.

What are you doing here?

You didn't hear?
I'm a client now.

And how's that?

Because the President
of the United States

had me kicked off the senate
intelligence committee

and is having my behavior

"looked into"
by the ethics committee.

And to my thinking,
it's because

I was reckless enough
to talk to you.

So... now I'm your client.

Pro bono.

Unless you have
a conflict of interest.

You're not still tied to
the white house, are you?

No. No ties.

Hey.

No more walking alone
to your car.

Huck, you didn't...

I didn't hurt him... much.

Anyway, they have him now.

Huck, if I opened a door
that you can't close...

Doors are closed.

I'm okay. I am.

You don't worry about me.
I'm handling it.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

Want a ride?

Sure.

Huh.

Yeah.

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