All language subtitles for Scandal 7x11 - Army of One (English)

Mellie. Answer me.

What did you do?

What I had to do.

You had to make Jake
your Chief of Staff?

Please tell me. After everything...

Please tell me you are not this stupid.

- Stupid?
- And naive and reckless

and foolish, but most of all, stupid.

You wanna know what
stupid would be, Olivia?

Allowing myself to continue
believing all of your lies.

Proceeding to play
this great big game of pretend

that you have so skillfully set up.

I would be stupid

if, for one more second,

I actually trusted
that there is only us.

That you and I are sisters

just out there, doin' it for themselves.

Can you imagine?

I assume he showed you the kill folder.

Jake Ballard has his own
motives, Madam President,

his own complexes.

This isn't about some
silly little folder, Olivia.

This is about you killing Rashad.

Yes.

I killed Rashad,
but, Mellie, you know why.

You said you wanted that treaty.

- You said...
- No more lies.

- What is it with you?
- I'm not...

You didn't kill Rashad for a treaty.

You didn't kill him
for peace in the Middle East.

You didn't even kill him

because you thought
Rashad was a bad man.

You killed him because you
thought I was a bad president.

You know what?

We don't have to do this.

Mellie.

- You have to go.
- You're angry.

- I get that.
- I'm not angry.

It would be a mistake
to allow that anger

to cloud what is really happening here.

This is Jake coming between us,
getting in your head.

- Don't let...
- I'm not angry.

Or confused.

Olivia, you have to go.

Don't do this.

Don't do this.

You have until the end of the week

to announce your resignation.

If for some reason
you choose not to do that,

I march into the briefing room,

and I announce your termination.

You have to go.

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Washington is abuzz this morning
over unconfirmed reports

that Olivia Pope is out
as White House Chief of Staff.

There has been no official comment

from the Grant Administration,

which has only solidified the rumor

among Washington insiders, many
of whom are already speculating

about who Ms. Pope's
replacement might be

if the reports are, indeed, true.

Chief of Staff?

You should be so proud, baby.

Now, I know you've
been vetted before, Jake.

But, still, I have to ask...

Is there anything we need
to know about...

anything we could've missed previously?

Vanessa and I have an open marriage.

- Jake.
- I see.

A-A-And by "open marriage,"
you mean...

She's been sleeping with someone else.

Is. Is sleeping with someone else.

Wow. So we're just gonna
put it all out there.

We have a deal. It works.

It shouldn't be any concern.

We're careful. Exceedingly so.

But in the interest of transparency,

I think it's something you should know.

Shouldn't be a big deal.

Not like you asked Russian hookers

to pee on you or something.

Chief of Staff, Nessa.

We're finally getting what we want.

You should be just as proud as me.

As long as she held all
the cards, our hands were tied.

But there's a window now.
We have a chance.

We can bring a case against
her. Put her away for good.

Without the White House in
her corner, we have a real shot.

- Because she no longer runs the Oval.
- Yes.

- And you know that because?
- What?

How do you know
she no longer runs the Oval?

We saw it.

You were just sitting next to me.
We both saw it on the news.

And who makes the news?

Who bends the media to her will?

Who creates the stories
that are witnessed

and reported and fed to the public?

Who decides what reality is?

"We solve problems, manage crises,
save reputations," damn it.

Yeah, if the giant is down,
it's not because she's dead.

The giant is licking its wounds,
but only for a moment.

She will rise again.

That's all the more reason
why we act now.

Before she rallies
and our window closes.

No. No, I don't think so.

- But...
- No.

- I just... I...
- No!

Abby.

- You heard? About Liv?
- You kidding?

My Olivia Pope Google Alert went
bonkers maybe two hours ago.

I have a call in to David

to see if there's any truth
to the rumors.

- Who's the guy?
- He's from the State Department.

He's a client. Or potential.

I know you're grieving. We all are.

But the firm is strapped.

So we either need to take on new clients

or start talking about closing up shop.

- Which, with Quinn's death...
- No, no. No, no.

I-I think Quinn would want us
to do whatever it takes

to stay in business.

But maybe we want to swing for
someone with deeper pockets.

Government employees?

Not exactly rolling in dough.

- Funny you should say that.
- It's insane.

I-I wouldn't have even known
anything was wrong

except I-I wanted to get
a hot dog, you know,

from the guy with the cart
outside my office,

and I didn't have any cash,
so I hit ATM on Mass. Ave.

And when I looked at
the balance on my statement,

I just about crapped myself.

I would've, too. $12 million?

$12 million.

I told the bank about it.

They said it wasn't a mistake.

The transaction was legit.

Which made absolutely no sense
to me whatsoever

until I checked my e-mail.

This is in Russian.

"Mr. Bacall, you are now in our service.

Please enjoy your signing bonus.

We'll be in contact
with further instructions."

I just can't figure out
why they would want me.

You do work in the State Department.

Yeah, mid-level.

I haven't had a promotion in six years.

I'm... I'm nobody.

This makes me out to be
some kind of super-spy.

I can't figure it out.

I should have plenty of time
while I'm spending the rest

of my life behind bars for treason.

Look. I like my life the way it is.

It's small, but it's mine.

Please. I just want
all of this to go away.

Can you do that?

Madam President. Thank you for coming.

I know our working relationship
is evolving, Jake,

but to be clear, I am
not someone you can summon.

Oh, apologies. No, that wasn't the idea.

What?

Our relationship is evolving.

If I'm gonna be
your Chief of Staff in command,

I want to start from a place
of trust. Full transparency.

This isn't Olivia's B613 anymore.

My intel is your intel.
My tools are your tools.

Maybe we better get you
some better tools.

This is Olivia.

You really don't want to do this.

I really, really do.

This only ends one way,
AND YOU KNOW IT: You lose.

You took Chief of Staff.

It was a good move. Well-played.

But you forgot one thing.

- Oh, yeah? What's that?
- You can't take Command.

Can't you just reboot the entire
system to flush out the virus?

I could if it were a virus. But this?

This looks more like phreaking.

- "Freaking"?
- "Phreaking." With a P-H.

Back in the '80s, hackers used a whistle

that came in a box of
Cap'n Crunch to break into AT&T

and get free long distance.
It's very old school.

You're tell me the most
sophisticated computers

in the world were brought down
with a toy whistle?

I'm saying whoever did this
wasn't born yesterday.

OLIVIA: Hector.

Shouldn't you have a team of
armed guards with you, lady?

We turned those fools' lights off.

No way they're not coming after you.

It's just Jake and
a skeleton crew back there.

The real guns and money
are still with me.

How long can we keep 'em
off the network?

How long do you need?

As long as it takes for him
to come to his senses.

Well, that's asking a whole lot.

My father said you can do anything.

Have you talked to him lately?

He and I didn't end so good.

He and I didn't end so good, either.

Let me see what I can do.

Good. "Phase 2"?

Just waiting for your green light.

She's having a tantrum.

Once the system is back up and running,

I'll put some surveillance on her.

Make sure she doesn't do
anything to embarrass us.

That is not a tantrum.

That is a hungry lion
loose in a preschool.

Vice President Beene is asking
to have a minute of your time.

Send him in.

Shut it down.

- Mr. Vice President.
- Admiral.

Stopped by to tighten
the screws, did he?

- What are you talking about?
- Ballard.

What's he got on you?

Is it K-Karen?

Did she get in trouble again?

Is he using your family against you?

Tell me what it is. I can help you.

Incredible.

Why does everyone assume
that I'm the victim?

Jake is still here
because I want him here.

Not because he has something over me.

This is the man who killed Rashad.

At Olivia's request.

At Olivia...

Request?

We should be giving that man
a potassium-chloride injection.

Not a promotion!

What the hell is wrong with you?!

Liv is out, and Jake is in.

That is all you need to know.

So either get on board
and be my vice president

or be someone that I have to deal with.

But I promise you.

You do not want to be someone
that I have to deal with.

Not today.

ROWAN: You have
a very large head, little one.

Which is very, very good.

Because it means
you have a very big brain.

Yes.

Yeah.

Yep. Oh, yeah.

My daughter had a very large head

and a very large brain, so...

Mm-hmm.

So you're in good company.

Mm-hmm.

I'm not sure who's enjoying
that more. You or her.

To be honest, me either.

I've gotta ask... Is this why?

Is what why?

Is this why you're in denial?

You know this is our moment.

That we have a real shot
at taking Olivia down.

But you also know that if we do
that, Robin and I will leave,

and your house will be empty again.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

You like having us here.

You like having a baby in your house.

You're happy.

And it's making you soft.

Soft?

You're losing sight of the goal.

I'm sorry. I know you don't
want to hear it, but...

we are not your family.

We are not here to play house.

We are here because Olivia is...

I said, "That's enough."

You don't want to play tough
with me, girl.

Don't push me.

Not while I have your child in my hands.

Mm.

If there's anyone here
who's misreading the situation,

it's you.

You say I've gone "soft"?

Hardly.

This child...

This child is soft.

And her neck is very soft.

Imagine if I took my hand...
this hand...

and began to apply pressure right here.

- How would you feel about that?
- Don't!

I haven't done a thing.

And, still, you feel it, don't you?

That nausea rising up,
deep in the pit of your stomach,

right up to the back of your throat

just at the idea someone
might hurt your child.

That's biology.

That's Mother Nature's
special little trick.

I know you want to take Olivia down.

I won't allow it.

I can't.

Because of my biology,

because of my nature,

I can't let anyone hurt my child

any more than you would abide
someone hurting yours.

You give her to me!

Huck, you've been tracing that
Russian e-mail for an hour.

You have to have found something.

I'm finding plenty.

This thing's got a trail,

but it's a trail that keeps
leading in circles.

And every time I think I'm about

to figure out exactly who sent it,

I end up right back where I started.

It's really impressive.

Okay. Robert, buddy,
you got to give us more info.

I have told you everything.

There's gotta be something
you're leaving out.

ABBY: Boy, I'll say there is.

Hotel receipts.

Dozens and dozens of midday meetings

that seem to have slipped your mind.

A-All right. That's...
That's... That's nothing.

That doesn't seem like nothing.

Seems like you've been having meetings

that you don't want us to know about.

Seems like you've walked in here

acting like a little lost innocent

when, actually, you've been getting up
to something you shouldn't.

No, no. You've got it wrong.

Is she wrong, though?

Because if she isn't,
you should tell us.

- It's not a deal breaker.
- Charlie, it's treason.

Like you've never committed
a little treason.

It isn't treason!

I'm having an affair, okay?

I'm sleeping with a married woman.

- Um, guys.
- So why didn't you just say that?

Because it isn't any of your business.

It isn't pertinent.
She's not even Russian!

- Guys. Guys!
- Who is she?

WOMAN: ... Robert Bacall is being
identified as the source...

He's sleeping with Vanessa Ballard.

We're hearing from our sources
that Mr. Bacall

has been feeding intelligence
to Russian agents,

using his position
at the State Department

and his secret relationship
with Vanessa Ballard...

wife of NSA Director Jake Ballard...

to access state secrets.

Now, the scope and seriousness
of these breaches...

You've been sleeping with a woman

who's married to the head
of the National Security Agency,

and somehow you didn't think
that was pertinent?

...$12 billion being paid
to him directly.

Through her husband's
employment at the NSA,

Vanessa Ballard could have had access

to a panoply of state secrets.

In his capacity as NSA Chief,

Admiral Ballard oversees
the gathering and analysis

of foreign intelligence
as part of his...

I wrote a draft
of your resignation letter.

Tell me what you think.

You're attacking my wife now?

"In light of the ongoing investigation

- into my wife, Vanessa..."
- Command has dignity.

"...I've decided to withdraw my name

from consideration
for the job of Chief of Staff."

Command has pride.

"I also resign as Director of
the National Security Agency..."

This needs to end! Do you hear me?

"...and will surrender
my security clearance unt..."

I was promised a smooth transition.

And now it would seem that the wife

of my pick for Chief of Staff
is not just having an affair...

She's allegedly selling state secrets

- to the highest bidder!
- S-She's not selling state secrets.

- She's just having an affair.
- I don't believe it.

We're launching
a full-scale investigation

into the matter, Madam President.

If there's any evidence
of a breach in our national security...

Our national security is intact,
Madam President, I assure you.

I can also assure you my wife is not spy

and Bob Bacall has never
freelanced for the Russians.

Then how did that money
get in his account?

Olivia Pope, Rosen.

She's framing him for espionage.

Olivia Pope. Madam President...

Enough!

Today was supposed to be a good day.

I was looking forward to today.

Today was the day I was supposed
to get my yearly mammogram.

Do you know how long I've been waiting

to get my yearly mammogram?

Since I moved into the place.

Because apparently
no one's ever had to schedule

one of those things
for any other sitting president.

Go figure. And it's not like
there's a mammography machine

in the White House Medical Unit.

Damn thing would just be
sitting there, collecting dust!

Ballard is right, Rosen.

This was Olivia Pope.

So launch your investigation
and prove it.

Then make it go away.

Don't ruin this day for me, gentlemen.

You can go.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Madam President.

Drinking alone?

Celebrating, actually.

Don't know if you heard,

but Mellie's let her Chief of Staff go.

Has she?

You gonna offer me one of those?

Wish I could.

Unfortunately,
I don't drink with my enemies.

I'm sorry about
what happened with Fenton.

If I had had other options,
I'd have taken them.

Ah!

At least it worked.

Killing Rashad came
with a peace treaty attached.

I did everything I had to do
to protect that.

You've done far worse for much less.

This story about Vanessa.

I take it that's you?

There's a coup in the White House.

Jake made his move. Now I've made mine.

Well, I admire your confidence.

Most people
who take on the U.S. government

show a little more humility.

You have some secret weapon
nobody knows about?

You.

Me?

Why would I ever help you?

Because you're an adult.

You know how the world works.

And deep down, you know
what I did was right,

because it's exactly
what you would have done.

Mellie's lost, Cyrus.

She's listening
to Jake Ballard, of all people.

Jake Ballard.

And if he managed to push me out,

don't think he won't do the same to you.

I'm very sorry.

- Really. A-A-About all of...
- Robert. No.

Vanessa said you wouldn't mind.

Otherwise, I-I-I wouldn't...
I never would ha...

How hard is it to prove the
money in Robert's bank account

is from Olivia and not the Russians?

Very.

Oh, was that a rhetorical question?

We've tried tracing the money
a bunch of different ways,

and even the reverse
promontory point leads directly

to the Russian Foreign
Intelligence Service.

Olivia's good at covering her tracks.

If we know that this is Olivia,

why can't we just leak it to the press?

Because we'd be playing
right into her hands.

Going to war with Liv in the media...

her home turf... without a single shred
of evidence is pointless.

She'll spin it.

I lose my job.
Robert here gets the chair.

We're not there yet.

We'll figure something out. Don't worry.

Thank you.

For including me in your concerns.

Shut up, Robert.

Eat your melon.

MELLIE: So, it's over?

This doesn't have to end here.

We can still make a case
to the American people

this was a setup.
So you'd like me to out

my former Chief of Staff
for framing the lover

of my about-to-be Chief of Staff's wife?

Can you imagine the blowback?!

There are other options.

I just need a little more time.

- I don't have any more time!
- Madam President.

JAKE: Little busy right now, Cyrus.

This will only take a minute, Admiral.

We are in the middle of something.

And how's that something working out?

Not very well,
from the look on your faces.

Cyrus.

I have a way out
of this little Vanessa sitch.

A way that will give Jake
his credibility back

so you can appoint him Chief of Staff

with political impunity.

A way that'll even make
Vanessa's affair look benign...

two birds with one stone, if you will.

Would you like to hear it?

Or should I come back some other time
when you're both less busy?

Mm.

So, to be clear,
you are categorically denying

any romantic entanglement

whatsoever with Robert Bacall,

this apparent double agent?

Goodness, yes. No, my husband is one

of the highest-ranked
intelligence operatives

in this country.

Even if I wanted to, do you really think

that I could get away
with cheating on him?

But the photos of you
entering his hotel room...

Did I meet Robert Bacall
at his hotel that night? Yes.

Did I accompany him to his room? Yes.

But for a tryst?

No.

For a sting.

The NSA had suspected Robert for months,

but they needed final proof.

As it happened, he and I
knew each other socially

from the campaign last year,

so Jake thought that I was
the perfect woman for the job.

I got to play spy.

Which, let me tell you, is
not half as fun as it sounds.

That wire they make you wear?
So uncomfortable.

And those long, boring conversations
to gain Robert's trust?

I mean, I never thought
I'd have to work so hard

to seduce a man.

But eventually,
that night in the hotel room,

Robert did open up to me.

A full confession.

I think he was just...

Well, he was relieved
to have someone to confide in.

And then I just told him
that I had a headache,

and I got out of there.

I left the rest to the professionals.

Last night, Vanessa Ballard

addressed her relationship
with Robert Bacall,

the State Department diplomat

accused of being a Russian operative.

Speaking to Noah Baker,
Ballard revealed she was part

of an intelligence sting
to expose the suspected spy.

The revelation has relieved
the mounting pressure

demanding the resignation
of her husband,

NSA Director Jake Ballard.

She just went on national TV

and confirmed to the world
that I am a Russian spy.

What... What the hell
am I supposed to do now?

This is a list of defense attorneys
we've used in the past.

You can't go wrong
with any of them, really.

Wha... Wa... Do... Do you really think

that the lawyers on this list
will be able to get me off?

They will be able to provide you
with the best possible defense.

Or... there's a flight to
Budapest that leaves in five hours.

Your choice, Bob.

Bad time?

Let me guess.

You watched Vanessa's
interview on TV last night.

Came here to dance on my grave.

Yes, I watched the interview, but no.

Dancing's not one of my skills.

A private memo written
by Mellie to the CIA Director.

Asking her to corroborate
the story Vanessa Ballard

told Noah Baker last night.

It's what the law calls
"obstruction of justice,"

and what we fans of werewolf literature

call a "silver bullet."

- I can't use this.
- Why?

Cyrus, I asked for help
getting rid of Jake.

This takes down Mellie.

She'll be impeached.

Yes.

And guess who will be
president if that happens.

You'd really do that to her?

If there's gonna be a snake in the Oval,

it might as well be me.

Don't you think?

Mellie is your friend.

Mellie's an amateur.

The poor woman.

She didn't even know
I was setting her up

when I suggested the fake CIA sting

as a way out of the mess they were in.

You don't need me for this.

You're a big boy.

You can ride this all by yourself.

It's an easy leak to the press.

Why are you here?

Because you're Olivia Pope

and you're better at this
than anyone else.

You have the credibility.

And you're the better story.

Recently deposed Chief of Staff
calls a press conference.

Instead of resigning,
she says she's being forced

to step down as punishment
for uncovering a conspiracy.

You hold up this memo,
wave it in front of the cameras.

Committees are formed,
charges are filed.

Next thing you know, I'm
being sworn in as president.

I need you, Olivia.

Just like you need me.

We're parasites.

Sucking each other's blood
to stay alive.

This is the answer, Olivia.

It's the difference
between having all the power

and no power at all.

Which would you prefer?

I, um...don't particularly
feel like cooking tonight.

Let's order in.

I am sorry, you know.

I know how frustrated you must be.

Jake Ballard's wife
was on TV giving an interview.

She's telling the world
she was a secret CIA operative,

gathering intel.

Does that mean something to you?

I think it means Liv's still fighting.

I think this was a setback,
but it's only a matter of time

before she tries something else.

I also think it's only a matter of time

until she reaches out to you for help.

Which means, sooner or later,
you're going to have

to choose between Liv and us.

And there is no world
where you side with us.

So. I'm making you a deal.

I will call Charlie.

The three of us will leave,

run off to a cabin
in Pennsylvania or somewhere,

and no one will ever see us again.

If you promise to let us leave,

let us live our lives,

I promise I won't go after Olivia.

I will give up the justice I deserve.

If you spare us, then
I will spare your daughter.

Deal?

Okay, everyone. Let's give
President Grant some privacy.

Thank you all.

My radiologist will be in
shortly to start your mammogram.

Thank you, Major General Owens.

Madam President.

I'm sorry, Ms. Pope. The president...

It's okay, Chelsea.

Have you made your decision?

I have.

I won't be stepping down.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm sorry, too.

I've scheduled a press
conference for tomorrow morning.

Instead of announcing my resignation,

I'll be calling for yours.

Is that so?

Mellie...

I came here out of respect.

To give you some advice
on the best way to resign.

Be classy. Show grace.

And most importantly,

take responsibility for your actions.

'Cause there are
women coming up the ranks,

hoping for what you have accomplished.

And because you were the first,

any mistake you make
closes the door behind you.

And I know how you would hate
for that to be your legacy.

Good luck with your exam.

Prevention is the key to survival.

- Hey, where's Bobby Boy?
- Uh, gone.

He's rolling the dice
with the legal defense.

Okay. Well, what next?

On to the next client?

Should we start placing ads or...

What?

Uh, maybe.

Or... maybe we don't.

What do you mean, "maybe we don't"?

You said the firm
was in danger of shutting down.

I know. But maybe that's
the way it should be.

Get out of town. You're joking, right?

I'm not.

Working this case without Quinn?
I don't know.

- It...
- It felt wrong.

Without Quinn, it... it feels wrong.

So maybe it's time to have
the harder conversation.

What?! No!

Not... Look, I-I get it. I do.

I mean, maybe this was
just a bad client.

Robert was a big zero.

The next will be better.

Or it'll be worse.

Come on with the attitude.

It's not the same.

It'll be the same.

Eventually...

it'll be exactly the same.

What are you talking about?

I'll be back.

Just... Just wait.

CHARLIE: Quinn!

Quinn!

What in God's name are you doing?

Looking for Quinn.

What do you mean, "looking for Quinn"?

She left.

An hour ago. With you.

QUINN: I know, I know. She's the cutest.

What?

What is happening right now?
How are you here?

I wanted you to see your goddaughter.

Once.

Quinn. Please.

Obviously there's a lot I don't know.

But there are things
you don't know, too.

So, before...

No talking this time.

No pleading, no speeches.
No big, emotional appeals.

- You've already lost.
- Quinn.

Died and came back. With a gun.

You need to hear...

Your confession.
I typed it all up for you.

You're welcome. Look it over.

Everything's there.

Rashad, Yasmeen,
conspiracy, murder, treason.

You're going to sign that,

turn it into David Rosen, and then...

Quinn, we can talk all this out later,
but right now you're in danger.

... you'll spend the rest
of your life in prison,

where you'll be safe in case I
lose my admirable self-control.

Since you died, you don't
think there were days

- that I wished I was dead, too?
- No speeches.

I deserved it. I killed my best friend.

No pleading!

The thing is... Even
if I wanted to die, I can't.

I'm Command. I'm too important.

Right now, there are
B613-trained snipers

across the street,

and their scopes are trained on you.

- You're bluffing.
- Any second now,

they're going to get tired
of you pointing that gun at me,

and they're going to take
their shots at you.

- Rowan fell for your bluff. I won't.
- Unless you put that gun down.

If you don't put the gun down,
you're going to die.

- This time for real, Quinn.
- Would you shut up?!

- Shut up, or I...
- Drop the gun!

Okay. Liv!

Get out! Now!

Go! Now!

Madam President. You wanted to see me.

Olivia's arranged a press
conference for tomorrow morning.

She knows.

About Vanessa. What we did.

And she has evidence.

A document, so...

I'm going to admit to it.

Take the fall
before things get any worse.

I'm certain that whatever Olivia
has wouldn't hold up in court.

- We can still fight this.
- No!

It's over.

I can leave your name out
of it, take this on myself.

But once Cyrus is president?

You're on your own.

Olivia.

ROWAN: Almost done. Almost done.

Almost done.

You lied about Quinn.

Ha! So did you.

You claimed you didn't care
what happened to Quinn.

That you weren't, uh...

What was the phrase?

"BFFs forever"?

I was bluffing.

I know.

Then why let me think she was dead?

Would you have given me back my bones

- if you knew the truth?
- No.

Well, there's your answer.

I just have to, uh, bandage this up.

She hates me, Dad.

There is a... a debate
among paleontologists

as to whether dinosaurs feel
love for their young or not.

For many years, it seemed
that they... they did not.

Then one day, a team in Montana

discovered the remains of the Maiasaura

crouching over fossils
of three juveniles

and 14 nests of eggs,

protecting them.

It's something I've...

been thinking about a lot lately.

Be sure to clean it twice a day.

Try not to get it wet.

White House Chief of Staff Olivia Pope

will be issuing a public
statement this morning.

There has been no word
as to what she might say,

but insiders speculate
she will be announcing

her rumored resignation.

When I was named as Chief of Staff

to the first female president
of the United States,

I was filled with immense pride
and gratitude.

Unfortunately...

Unfortunately, my time
working for this administration

has come to an end.

Effective today, I am hereby
resigning as Chief of Staff

to President Mellie Grant.

This is not a decision
I came to lightly.

Working in the White House

came with its challenges, certainly,

but it also came
with extraordinary rewards.

Reform at the Justice Department.

Free college. Nuclear
disarmament in the Middle East.

These things seemed like crazy dreams

when the administration began,

and today, they are realities.

As proud as I am of
all we accomplished together,

it's now time for me
to move on to other pursuits.

To find some new crazy dreams.

I guess we're not the only ones
who need new jobs.

Abby.

What?

But I will always continue
to support President Grant

in any capacity that I can.

Because her dreams...

...her dreams are bigger than all of us.

They're the size of America.

As diverse and vast
as this great nation.

Her dreams take sacrifice...

vision...

courage.

And fortunately for the American people,

she's not just a dreamer.

She's a doer.

A selfless public servant.

An incomparable leader.

She's the person
this country needs to unite us,

to see us through
the tough times and the good.

On a personal note,

I want to say thank you to the president

for the opportunity to serve,

for her confidence in me,

for her friendship.

I hope I continue to be worthy of it.

Thank you.

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