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What do you imagine that
there is left to say?

Everything. Or nothing.

Previously on "Scandal"...

Something happened
between you and Olivia,

and something happened
between you and Amanda Tanner.

I need to know how
much trouble we're in.

Her name's Amanda, right?
She tried to kill herself?

Gideon, which news
outlet do you work for?

It's two sentences
about a disturbed girl.

Watergate was two
sentences about a burglary.

You know I was telling the
truth about the president.

I can help you if you let me.

Hello.

Quinn, who's this?

The reporter from the hospital.

You don't have a story, so go home.

She tried to kill herself

the day after she quit
working for the president,

and you're Olivia pope, so,
no, I didn't have a story.

But now? Now I do.

I don't know how you take it...

cream or sugar... so I brought both.

I don't take it. Do they always do this?

Yeah.

They do that.

Good. God.

I was starting to think
it was me or something.

It is you. They're
talking about you, Amanda.

Everyone's gonna be talking about you.

- No. No way.
- Are you kidding?

What if she's lying?

What if she's not? I vote
yes. We're not voting.

It's Monica all over again,

except without the blue dress,
without any kind of proof.

Who needs proof? The girl said
she slept with the president.

Liv worked at the white house.

That alone makes it a
giant conflict of interest.

Oh, please call me when you grow a pair.

We're not voting.

She seems scared.

I'd vote yes if we were voting.

It's Sandra Harding.

Her son didn't make it to court.

Day one... can you believe it?

Who are we voting on?

We're not voting. She's
ours. We're keeping her.

It's done.

Sandra, we'll find him.

I'll go to court and
help the defense stall.

You're gonna have to get creative.

Harrison, you're with me.

Huck, find gideon
Wallace at the "D.C. sun"

I want to talk to him today.

Abby, take Amanda home,
pack up her things,

make sure no one...

no one is following her and
set her up at your apartment.

Got it.

I'm losing my patience, Mr. Cole.

Uh, I'm told he'll be
here very soon, your honor.

A presidential motorcade is
blocking Massachusetts Avenue.

Ah. Yet, here we are.

Perhaps the defendant should
take one of his helicopters,

your honor.

We're running out of time, Liv.

Well, keep stalling.

Room service. We've got your breakfast.

I don't think we ordered any.

I love my job.

You might want to put
on some clothes for this.

Excuse me.

Up and at 'em, Trav!

Oh-ho-ho!
Livvie!

How the hell are ya?

I'm fine. You're late.

Hey, do you know who this is?!

This is the Olivia pope.

She's amazing.

She works for the...

Who do you work for now,
the white house, CIA, FBI?

Today? Your mother.

Oh, crap.

She's not too thrilled

about the fact that
you were late for court

on your first day of trial.

Is this what you're looking for?

Just give me, like, two minutes.

All right? Where are my pants?

Whoa. Why don't we... why don't
we rinse the booze off first?

Judge will appreciate that. Hmm?

I know I've been hitting it
pretty hard lately, going out.

I've just been so stressed out.

A rape charge does it to the best of us.

I didn't do it.

I...

no, I know. I believe you.

Now let's go work on
that judge and jury.

You.

May I ask a favor?

Court's adjourned.

Back here at 2:00 with your defendant,

or I'll lock him up for
the rest of the trial.

Thank you, your honor.

How are you holding up, Sandra?

I can't lose him, Stephen.

I won't lose him.

I know.

I know.

Get my good side, gentlemen.

Is there anything you
didn't take care of, Liv?

Your hotel bell. It's a doozy.

He really did forget what
time the trial started.

Sandra.

You're right. He screwed up.

He's lucky the judge didn't
throw him back in jail.

This isn't a parking ticket.
He's on trial for rape.

He didn't do it. He
didn't rape that girl.

I believe you, but if I'm the jury,

I'm already resenting
him for wasting my time.

Which is why I would
like you on this thing.

You can guide our defense
team, keep Travis in line.

Unh-unh. No way.
Today was just a favor.

Liv.

Sandra, I love you. I love your son.

But I am on retainer for
your company, not your family.

I help with mergers and P.R.

I don't babysit 27 year olds.

I know that Travis is irresponsible.

I know that.

I try to tell him
that he has to step up,

fix his own mistakes.

Part of it is on me.

After hal died, he went
through a very rough time,

and I didn't always have the time

to help him sort through
all of that stuff.

And these girls see the
son of a rich C.E.O.,

and they get dollar signs in their eyes.

That girl is not the
victim here. Travis is.

Please.

You've handled difficult clients before.

Not ones who didn't show up in court.

And I already got Travis

one of the best defense
lawyers in Washington.

He doesn't need me.

I need you.

I spend all day listening to people

who tell me what they
think I want to hear.

You are the only one who
will give it to me straight.

He could be in a lot
of trouble here, Liv.

I need someone on our
side who I can trust.

People don't say no to
you very often, do they?

Probably about as often

as they say no to you.

What's happening?

Morning, honey.

What's happening?

I called Mrs. Hanley

and I canceled your morning schedule.

Oh.

Oh, for the love of...

You haven't been sleeping.

You paced until 4:00 A.M. I
wanted you to get some sleep.

I had a video conference on
hunger in the developing world.

Mandela got outta bed.

Mandela was waiting for me.

People die if they
don't get enough sleep.

The chairman of the joint chiefs

and I had a meeting,

I was sitting with
the economic advisors.

You needed one chance to sleep in.

I am the leader of the free world!

I do not sleep in!

Why aren't you sleeping?

Mel...

I just want you to have what you need.

You know that.

I'm doing a tour of
D.C. homeless shelters

this afternoon.

I have to give a speech.

Wish me luck.

Hey.

Oh, what are you doing here?

You're not supposed to be here.

You have to stop showing up here.

Are you always this high-strung?

No. I'm just... I'm new.

It's kind of charming. Relax.

I have a meeting with your boss.

Um, Olivia, I...

Hey, where are you
going? We have a meeting.

No, we don't.

You called me.

Your guy said that you
wanted to talk to me about...

why would I want to do that?

I don't know. I imagine so you can try

to kill my story about Amanda Tanner,

which there is no way in
hell I am gonna let you do.

I don't have to kill your story, gideon.

You're going to kill it yourself.

As soon as you publish even

anything remotely
interesting about my client,

all of the real reporters at your paper

are going to snatch it right out of

your cub-reporter hands.

By the way,

great piece yesterday about how

the cherry blossoms are
so late to bloom this year.

I do hope they come soon.

This is how this works.

You're gonna leave Amanda alone

and keep her name out of your paper

for the next 72 hours.

You do that, and I will give
you some background on her.

And if you're lucky, a quote.

That sounds fair.

Okay. Good meeting.

There was no meeting.

You bring a lot of clients to your home?

Just the ones that need to
be kept out of the public eye.

So...

What happens next?

Next we talk about things.

Okay.

Not bad things. Just
things that will help me.

For instance, I need to
know if you have any proof

of what went on with
you and the president.

Why do you need that?

Because if it ever came down
to his word against yours,

we'll need proof of what happened,

because even though I
believe you, others won't.

I have something, yeah.

I'm not ready to tell you what it is.

Amanda...

My terms.

You said we could do this on my terms.

I'm not telling you until I'm ready.

Okay.

Hopefully, it won't come to that.

Hopefully, we'll figure this out,

which brings me to the
second thing I need.

What's the end game?

The end game?

A question I ask every client...

what they want. What's
your best outcome?

Do you want money? Do you
want to stay in Washington?

Do you want your job back?

You have options.

I want to see the president.

Excuse me?

I want to see the president.

I want one meeting with him...

Alone...

No. No, it was the caucus.

We were in Des Moines debating,

and the moderator raises the question.

Mm-hmm.

And Fitz just looked...

Olivia.

Oh, please.

Billy, can you give us a minute?

Um...

I'm, uh, eating shrimp scampi, so, no.

Billy.

Liv, I'm eating, and he's paying.

Do you know how rare that is?

Look, you used to be the work wife,

but word on the street
is, your spot's open,

so you really think
I'm leaving this table?

Billy, leave the table.

Billy, leave the table.

Work wife.

I suppose that's true.

It is true. Was true.

He's not sleeping.

Not my problem.

So what does my ex-work wife want?

Amanda Tanner wants a sit-down.

15 minutes with him.

You and I both know...

and then she goes away, for good.

This is legit, Cyrus.

And then this goes away?

Then you'll buy scampi only for me.

We made a president together.

We did.

I miss you.

Yeah. Me, too.

He's not sleeping.

Cyrus, neither am I.

The woman's name is Helen fisher.

She went home with Travis willingly.

Claims that things got out of hand,

he wouldn't take no for an answer.

How are you explaining the bruises?

Self-inflicted after the fact.

Travis is innocent.

Aren't they all?

No. Hell, no.

But Travis is.

I have tried millions of these cases.

It's a classic he said, she said.

It'll all come down to...

Perception. These cases always do.

And you're... how do I say this?

You're being perceived by the public,

and more importantly, by the jury,

as an entitled rich boy

who thinks he can get
away with anything.

To change that, you play by my rules.

Harrison's your babysitter.

You do not drink. You don't go out.

No more blondes... As
charming as she was.

Whatever you say, Liv.

You're obsessed.

Do I need a restraining order?

A restraining order?

For a friend who brings you free coffee?

We're not friends, and
that coffee is not free.

What do you want?

Jane Powell... she's prosecuting
the Harding rape case.

You got any...

dirt?

Dirt on Jane Powell,
my friend and colleague?

So you can threaten or intimidate her?

Oh, please, you hate Jane Powell.

Jane Powell is gunning for your job.

You're so touchy pre-coffee.

Beat it, stalker.

That's no way to treat a friend.

We're not friends.

No luck with the U.S. attorney.

I got nothing on the prosecution.

Where's the jury?

Uh, these ten are voting guilty.

But the trial's not even over.
How can you say that for sure?

Demographics, body language,

sociological, and psychological factors.

We've ruled out all but two as
potential non-guilty votes...

uh, juror 4...

Freelance graphic designer,

bartender, voted for nader.

He's independent, contrarian. Good.

And juror 6...

Uh, N.R.A. member, retired marine,

winces every time the
prosecution speaks.

So he's an Alpha male
with a grudge against

the female prosecutor. Great. Love it.

Hawk, what'd you get?

I can't discuss it. That's final.

When the guy is in jail,

you can ask me anything you want.

No, man.

He is a total date raper.

Jury's set to hang him high.

Day three of trial, and...

We've lost them already.

Abby, what do we have on Helen?

I went to her work.

Thursdays at Tony's.

2- for-1
highballs.

Helen and I had a longstanding
weekly drinks date.

Oh, I know the drill.

I used to be so hungover on
Fridays during law school.

It wasn't like that.

Helen would have one, maybe two drinks.

She never wanted to be hungover...

Around the kids.

Plus, working here for a nonprofit?

It's all she could afford.

- Excuse me.
- The bad?

Helen's a Saint.

Special ed advocate.

Head of the American university
alumni club for D.C...

a
- a Saint.

Which I might add, you have to be

to win a he said, she said
case without coming out

looking like a regretful
slut who was asking for it.

You're killing me. What's the good?

The good is she's broke. I
checked her credit reports.

She's over 250 grand

between student loans and credit cards,

and financially, the girl's drowning.

You want me to settle?

Olivia, that's out of the question.

Helen is an airtight witness.

We need to stop her

from cooperating with the
prosecution any further,

and we've already lost the jury.

He is innocent. The
evidence is paper-thin.

Photographs of bruises on a pretty girl

prove to be very effective.

In a case like this,
perception is more important

than evidence.

The truth doesn't matter.

He looks guilty. He is guilty.

We'll win on appeal.

That'll take two years, minimum.

In the meantime, Travis
will be in prison.

We've got an opportunity here.

The girl needs money.

You have a lot of money.

You only have one son.

Settle.

Do whatever you have to do.

That's $8 million

in three installments.

In a way which makes it clear.

The attorney representing mr.
Harding was totally unaware.

The gag order and confidentiality clause

are standard..

As Charles here's hopefully explained,

It means you stop
cooperating as a witness.

I am not here.

I was in the building on another case.

I just...

Which will force the prosecution

to drop the case.

They've offered to throw
in an extra $500,000

to the special education
charity of your choice

if we leave here with an agreement.

10.

10? That is preposterous.

You must... I'm sorry.

Ignore me. I'm not here.

10, upfront, one payment.

I can sell 9. No more.

Done.

No.

Helen, we're not going
to get a better offer.

I said no.

You're angry, Helen. I understand that.

But the quickest way
to put this behind you

is to settle this now

or you're looking at years of appeals,

years of unfinished anger...

how much would you take, Ms. pope?

I'm sorry?

If you were me, how
much would it take you

to be able to forget...

To forget you'd been strangled,
had your clothes ripped off,

had some guy pin you down

while he forced his fist
inside your mouth so hard,

you could taste your own blood?

How much would it take you
to be able to forget all that,

to be able to even think

of having sex with somebody again...

To wake up every morning

and not want to kill yourself

when you realize it wasn't just a dream,

it actually happened?

How much would it take
you to forget all that,

$10 million, 20?

How much would you be worth?

Hmm?

How much?

Let's go.

Thank you for your service.

Thank you, Mr. president.

Thank you.

Thank you for your service.

It's an honor, Mr. president.

Gentlemen,

thank you all. Thank you.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

Thank you.

Did you see that?

Hmm?

They had prosthetic hands.

That man saluted me with his left hand

because his right hand
was blown off by an I.E.D.

While he was busy keeping us safe.

This country... Its heart...

I wish you were a cynic.

Being president is easier for a cynic.

Olivia wants a meeting.

One sit-down with Amanda Tanner,

and it all goes away.

I think...

I think it's worth it.

We do it casually, discreet,
somewhere off the grounds.

You hear her out, and then it's done.

We're free.

This is a chance to put
Amanda Tanner behind you.

Olivia will be there?

Like I said,

your life would be so much easier

if you were a cynic.

Three days out,

we let this go to
jury and we're screwed.

Well, it's going to
because she won't settle.

So... we lost?

I mean... what happens when we lose?

We're just done?

We're never done.

If we lose this round,
we prep him for appeal.

If we lose that, we prep
him for a second appeal,

because whatever happens,
there's always another move.

Whatever happens, we do not give up.

It is my name on that door,

and i do not give up.

It's not personal.

She really doesn't
like the word "lose. "

It feels kinda cheap.

It is.

Juries have a natural bias
against the exceedingly rich.

Well, I have a natural
bias against rayon.

But hey, if it'll help me
look as innocent as I am,

I love it.

Hey, man, be straight with me.

What's the point of all this?

I mean, if she won't settle...

I'm going to prison, aren't I?

No more yellow ties.

Blue.

You can trust a man in blue.

But maybe we didn't go high enough.

Maybe we should try again.

I mean, they always take
the money in the end.

Okay, I can't talk.

Not now. You have to stop calling me.

Who are you talking to?

That reporter from the "sun. "

He keeps calling me.

Look, I'm not gonna
take your phone away,

but I cannot stress the importance

that you only take calls

from your parents and my staff.

You cannot answer your phone,

not even to tell someone to go away.

Damn it. He knows something.
He's chomping at the bit.

He must have something. He likes me.

What? The reporter.

Gideon. I think he likes me.

Maybe I could talk to him,
find out what he knows?

Harrison?

I want permission to look
into Travis' finances.

What are you thinking? He said
something about settlements,

how they always take the money.

I think we should know

if he's speaking from experience.

Be careful.

In '08, he made 3 payments of $200,000

to a woman in Arlington.

Her name's Rachel kline.

23-year-old waitress at
Darcy's in Georgetown.

Let's track her down,

find out what the money was for.

Can't. She's dead.

Committed suicide
three years ago. Pills.

600 grand's a hell of a tip
for your favorite waitress, hmm?

All the marks of a cover-up here.

Covering up what?

Liv, I know Sandra's your friend, but...

If he raped that girl and paid her off,

it makes it a lot more
likely he raped Helen, too.

Looks like we're gonna get
458 passed in the senate.

A nice victory for bipartisanship.

What?

I thought we were good, problem solved.

But this just came in my
mail... my personal mail.

What is it?

It's an audiotape.

Do they call them audiotapes now,

what, with CDS and all? I'm old.

Cyrus, you're rambling.

You don't ramble, so now I'm nervous.

Sir, you'll want to hear this.

Cy...

From that first day when you
asked me to run your campaign,

I dreamed a lot of dreams, big dreams.

I knew you were going
to be president, but...

I never dreamed I'd be
listening to a tape of you...

Moaning with a white house aide.

That's what that is, right,

you with your pants down,

having sex with Amanda Tanner?

Cyrus, I...

you don't talk. You don't talk anymore.

Someone sent this to me. You get that?

Amanda Tanner is blackmailing you...

Which means that Olivia
pope is blackmailing you.

This isn't Liv.

Liv didn't do this.
She wouldn't do this.

Mr. president...

Liv wouldn't do this.

I don't want to believe
it either, but...

Liv is not behind this.

She wanted a meeting. She
wanted to put this to bed.

You know what happens at that meeting?

They ambush you.

There were no demands
that came with this.

Just the tape.

The demands come in the meeting
when you're face-to-face,

when they have you by the balls,

when they're in control.

We both know that's
how Olivia pope works.

There isn't gonna be a happy ending.

Liv isn't coming home. Okay.

She's not gonna forgive you. Okay.

She's going to take a knife

and she's going to gut you,
and she's going to walk away...

I said okay!

Oh, my God.

I just left Rachel's parents' house.

The mother tell you anything? She
wouldn't talk, but she didn't have to.

She's a fourth grade teacher,
and there's an s-class...

In the driveway.

Looks like a 2007, maybe a 2008.

That's an $80,000 car
that came out the year

her daughter was paid off.

It must have been Rachel's.

Exactly. You want to know the best part?

There's an American
university sticker on it.

Helen went to American.

Harrison, I'm gonna need you to get...

already on it.

You're not a cop.

Not even close.

Usually, all we get down here are cops.

Sometimes lawyers, but
you're not a lawyer, either.

I'm definitely not a cop.
Some days I'm a lawyer.

But today...

I'm just a single man
looking for evidence...

an old rape kit from a few
years ago if you even have it...

a woman named Rachel kline.

You flirting with me?

'Cause I test rape kits all day,

hundreds of 'em, backlogged so bad,

it'll be ten years before
some of them even get opened.

You know what's in a rape kit,

guy who's sometimes a
lawyer, but not a cop?

Swabs from her lips,

her cheeks, her thighs,
her hair, her cervix,

the panties she was wearing
when he pulled 'em down,

the little bits of him
they combed off her body,

and the comb they used to do it.

So if can give you something
that's gonna get some justice

for one these women whose pain
and shame is in these bags,

just ask me.

I'll do it.

But if you want anything else,
you've come to the wrong place.

The rape kit will be
fine. Thank you, ma'am.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, gideon. Hi.

It's, uh, Quinn... Perkins

from Olivia pope... And associates.

I was wondering if you wanted
to grab a drink with me tonight

if you're not busy.

If you are, it's
completely and totally fine.

We could do it another
time... tomorrow, or next week,

or never at all, ever.

Okay.

Sure.

Bye.

What?

You're weird.

I'm not weird.

Weird is good.

Thank you?

Amanda settling in okay?

I'm sorry we didn't vote.

We never vote.

Not really.

Trust me. We're on
the right side of this.

Whose side, Liv,

the white house's, Amanda's?

You have a conflict of
interest so big in this thing,

I don't even think
there's a word for it.

Mellie.

I hope I'm not catching
you at a bad time.

No, not at all. What can I do for you?

Well, you know we have
that state dinner tonight,

and I checked, and I
couldn't believe it,

but it looks you didn't
receive an invitation,

which was an oversight,

I swear.

I'm flattered, truly, but...

8:00. See you then.

Thank you.

You're gonna want to see this.

She met Travis in a bar in Adams Morgan.

She was just out of American,

working at a lobbying firm.

After a night of heavy drinking,

Rachel went home with
Travis, and he raped her.

She filed a police
report, rape kit and all.

Two days later, he made payments...

three payments... to her account.

Bought her an s-class
to sweeten the deal.

She recanted her story to the police,

thought she could just move
on, but she couldn't function.

Had to move back in with her parents.

And then one night about a year later,

she swallowed enough
seconal to end her life.

She was found by a
friend... her best friend.

She changed her hair
from brunette to blonde,

but it's still...

Helen fisher.

You were right about Helen.

She was after Travis,

but for the money.

She was after Travis
because four years ago,

he raped her best friend.

Her name was Rachel kline,

and you destroyed her life, Travis.

But you're not guilty of raping Helen,

and Rachel can never
testify against you,

so you'll go free.

Is this true?

M
- mom...

Answer me, honey.

I didn't want to tell you.

I didn't want to disappoint
you any more than I...

I'm sorry.

I screwed up, and I tried to fix it.

I tried.

You told me...

you... you always said,
I should fix my mistakes,

so... I took care of it.

I handled it.

You went to Tony's on Thursdays

because the defendant
went there on Thursdays.

Isn't that right? No! It...

you went every Thursday for six months.

Isn't that correct?
Yes, but you're making...

you stalked him, didn't you?

Objection. Argumentative.

Sustained.

You approached him as
a brunette, and then,

when he didn't respond,

you changed your hair color
so he would notice you.

No, he hurt me!

He pinned me down. He...

Ms. fisher, stick to the questions.

You were obsessed.

You change your hair color,

you follow Travis around...

So you could seduce him.

You went home with him,

you had consensual sex with him,

and then you set him up,

set all of us up.

He's gonna get off isn't he?

They're destroying that girl in there.

Travis is gonna be just fine.

I signed him up for
everything when he was a kid...

hockey, soccer, lacrosse.

I figured, if I couldn't be around,

at least he'd stay busy,
maybe he wouldn't notice.

He was great at everything,

made every all-star team.

In ten years, I never
made it to a single game.

It's not your fault.

He hurt someone, Liv.

He held her down and he...

My son did that.

He's a...

What should I do?

Tell me.

There's nothing you can do.

Who he is,

what he is,

it's not your fault.

Here you go.

Hey.

What... what are you doing here?

Setting you up.

Setting me up?

Virgin margaritas for
the lady all night,

and whatever her date orders

gets a 3-finger pour of
booze in it. You got it.

Put your hair down...

Wh... and take that jacket off.

Flirt just enough, but not too much,

and do not let him see you home.

I can handle myself, you know?

Oh, I heard you on the phone.

You need to be set up.

Lovely to see you.
Here's the prime minister.

Hello. It's wonderful to see you again.

Hi.

What's Olivia doing here?

I invited her.

How are you, bill?

Good to see you. You
two know each other.

Liv.

You look lovely.

Oh.

Oh. Mm.

Doesn't she look lovely?

Of course, yeah. I'm
so happy you could come.

I wouldn't miss it, Mr. president.

Prime minister, delightful to see you.

How is the new baby?

Good to see you.

Thank you so much for coming.

Oh, hi. Oh.

Great to see you.

You're better than I expected.

Oh, they had ballroom
dancing at Andover.

It was the only way I could
get near a girl back then,

so...

I took it twice.

Glad to see it's working out for you.

What?

I'm trying to figure out
how I can sexually harass you

and get away with it.

Billy.

What? You don't work here anymore.

You could date me. I'm a catch.

Or...

Is there another guy?

I'd like a turn

with the best dancer in the west wing.

Oh.

No offense, Fitz.

None taken.

You mind?

No.

Oh.

Keep 'em coming.

Yes, sir.

Don't look at me.

How come?

Because everyone will know.

I can't not look at you.

The song will be over in a minute.

This is ridiculous.

Everything is ridiculous.

How did it all get so...

Damn it. Just look at me.

Look at me.

Meet me in our spot in ten minutes.

No.

I am not spending

any more time away from you.

Stop it. We're in public.

Look away.

Look...

I know...

I don't have the right.

I know. I know you don't trust me.

I...

I love you.

Your wife is 10 feet away.

I love you.

What about Amanda?

I love...

You.

Our spot, ten minutes.

You can't leave your own state dinner.

Watch me.

Generous bartender.

I know. I'm so buzzed.

So should we get to it?

I'm sorry?

I know why you called.

You do.

To find out what I know, dig around,

find my weak spots.

Let me save you some time.

I have tried every drug
but the needle drugs,

but I'm only addicted to "sportscenter"

and my BlackBerry,

I talked my way out
of a D.U.I. in Lubbock,

but the arrest record is
still on file... Texas...

and in eighth grade, I
stuffed the ballot box

in an attempt to rig the
student council election,

but I did it to get
closer to Jenny marconi,

not for the power.

Still lost.

Okay.

I'm not giving up this story.

It's my ticket off of
Metro and on to national,

and don't tell me it's not a story,

'cause that would insult what
little intelligence I have,

and I wouldn't believe you anyway,

'cause your boss is involved,

and you're a terrible liar
who's not the least bit buzzed,

and I know that because
you've had as much as I've had,

and while I am genuinely buzzed,

you are coiled like a cobra

'cause you're so freakin' tense.

Now that you know everything,

let's forget about work
for a couple of hours,

get you a real drink...

Why did you break the deal with Olivia?

What are you talking about?

You called Amanda. I was
there when she got the call.

Don't get me wrong, I'm digging.

I called Amanda's college roommate,

I called her friends at the white house,

but I absolutely, positively
did not call Amanda.

I'm keeping my promise.
I want that quote.

Oh, Cyrus. Hello.

I don't know what you think
you're playing at, Liv,

but I don't take kindly to blackmail.

Uh, I'm sorry. What?

I never took you for the
"hell hath no fury" type.

It's a little trashy,

but so is having an
affair with a married man.

You want to be careful, Cyrus,
with how you speak to me,

because I might forget
that we are friends.

Now if you'll excuse me. What happened,

you danced, he said he loved you?

What, are you gonna
go meet him right now?

He's good. He has you
in the palm of his hand.

You're being played.

You're being played by the
best politician in the world.

The upside?

The tell-all book that you
can write when you're old...

"the president's whore"...

it's all very dirty and best seller.

These very nice agents

are gonna escort you off
the white house grounds.

And you can tell Amanda Tanner

that the meeting with the president

is off.

I was wrong before.

Livvie, it's late.

I was wrong before about
it not being your fault.

It is your fault.

What?

You love him. You do.

But you can't fix everything for him.

You can't. He's playing
you because you let him.

You give him everything he asks for

and you clean up his messes

and you believe him
even when he lies to you,

and that is... that is not love.

Love is making him face who he is.

The best thing you can do for him

is to do the best thing for him.

It's not your fault, what he did,

but letting him get away
with it, that is your fault.

Mr. president.

Cyrus.

This is not a good time.

Olivia's not coming.

What?

She canceled the meeting
with Amanda Tanner.

She was playing you, twisting the knife.

I'm sorry, sir.

Oh...

I need to get back
to the prime minister.

You want me to turn myself in?

That's a little drastic.

Right... mom?

You raped that girl,
Travis. She killed herself.

But that wasn't my fault.

It wasn't.

Travis, please. This is hard enough.

So I made a couple of payments?

They can't put me away for that.

There's a rape kit.

It's got your D.N.A. All over it.

She never pressed charges.

They don't even have my name.

It happened once.

It'll never happen again.

I promise. Travis...

I'm not talking to you.

I'm talking to my mother.

I'll go away.

How's that sound?

I'll go to Europe for a couple of years.

And then I'll come back
and run the company.

That was always the plan anyway.

That's a good compromise, right?

That's what I thought you'd say.

Well, good.

That takes care of the problem.

I've already taken care of it, honey.

You didn't.

Mom?

Mo... don't do this, mom!

Mom!

Don't do this.

Mom, listen to me.

Please! This is crazy.

Jane Powell, my friend?

Got transferred to misdemeanors.

Oh?

Something about incompetence,

didn't research the defendant well.

How sad for you.

Okay, maybe.

Maybe what?

Maybe we can be friends.

Maybe.

You okay?

Why did you invite her
to the state dinner?

Olivia?

Why would you do that?

Because you needed to see her.

I trust that tonight,
you'll sleep like a baby.

Wait. Where's Amanda?

Change of plan. You're not
getting a quote from Amanda.

Screwed by Olivia pope.

Why am I not surprised?

You're getting something better.

Something that will
actually help your career...

an interview with Sandra Harding.

Have you heard of her?

H.D.X., right? Her
company's worth $300 million.

About an hour ago,

she turned her son in to
the U.S. attorney for rape.

Tomorrow she's going to resign.

She's agreed to tell you and only you

her side of the story.

Not only will your byline

be on the front page of your paper,

but this story, your exclusive story,

will be chased by every major
newspaper in the country.

And they'll get nothing.

I know it's not cherry blossoms,

but...

Thank you. I...

Thank you.

Gideon, that was a meeting.

You know, I've been meaning to tell you,

it's probably nothing,

but gideon said this thing at drinks

about how he never
called Amanda, not once,

and my gut says to believe him.

My gut says he's not lying.

Reporters lie, Quinn.

My gut says she's lying.

I don't think Amanda's
telling you everything.

He's mad at me.

I get that.

But if I could just have five minutes...

Alone with him,

I know that I could explain.

I know how hard this is.

I'm sure you do.

You're afraid that it was nothing,

that he's forgotten it already,

tossed you like yesterday's paper,

and moved on without another thought,

and if he's forgotten,

then it's almost as
if it never happened,

that what you had with him wasn't real,

and that makes you feel
completely and utterly alone.

But I haven't forgotten.

I know what happened.

I know it was real.

And whatever you decide to do here,

however you want to play this thing out,

I will stand beside you
every step of the way

if you ask me to, I
will make him remember

and you will never,

ever be alone in this again,

but I'm gonna need everything...

every truth, every detail.

If I'm gonna stand with you, Amanda,

I need to hear all of it.

I'm pregnant.