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Take off the Hood.

Smile for the camera.

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This is taking too long.

It's an ambush.

She asked the buyer if the men are in place.

As soon as they verify my identity,

they're going to kill you.

Stay out of this.

Do you speak Farsi?

No, and neither do you.

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- What did you just say to her? - I told her you brought backup,

so she better think twice before putting a bullet in your head.

What's going on now?

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She asked the buyer if he wants to abort.

Let me talk to your boss.

Don't take another step.

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So, here's what's gonna happen...

I'm gonna get in my car and drive this way.

You're gonna get in your car and drive that way.

Everyone lives. No one is happy.

I'm sorry we couldn't make a deal, gentlemen.

Perhaps we'll have better luck next time.

Move!

Before they figure out we're alone out here.

It's a classified meeting. I'm sorry.

Can you tell me at least who's in there?

Was that about Olivia?

Did something new happen? Something good?

The Iran sale didn't go down? She's safe?

I do not know what you are talking about, Red.

Does the CIA have a plan to get her back?

If I knew what you were talking about,

I might think you were speaking of classified matters,

and it would require your immediate arrest by the NSA,

so, Red, I... Do not know...

what you are talking about.

Is she alive? Please.

Olivia Pope is dead.

They bought a person in an auction

to control the president. Olivia Pope is dead.

They will take her apart bit by bit, piece by piece... an arm or a leg.

Until she is no longer recognizable.

Olivia Pope is dead.

Hey, I was calling you. Why didn't you answer?

Did you have a different stirring interpretation

of the "your boss is dead" monologue

that you wanted to perform?

'Cause I already caught the Broadway version

that Huck did, and let me tell you.

He nailed it.

Olivia's okay.

The White House doesn't know exactly what happened,

but the Iranians dropped out, the sale fell through,

Liv's okay.

An amnesty agreement?

I'm gonna walk.

You got to love Washington.

It's confidential, of course,

and your freedom is contingent upon Olivia Pope's safe return.

Otherwise, all bets are off,

and I promise you it won't be pretty.

I'll have to take my chances then, I guess.

This next chapter is going to be especially hard for you.

Is that right?

You've always been the other guy and the what's-his-name,

the also-ran...

good, fine, but never great.

We both know the reason they call it a race,

the reason there is a winner.

It's because someone wins.

And it is never you.

It haunts you.

It's what this whole kidnapping nonsense...

you want power, respect.

You want to be a winner.

But it's over.

This is it.

This is as high as you fly, Andrew.

Go any higher, and you get shot down.

For you, that's worse than prison.

Oh, I'll be just fine, Mel.

'Cause anytime I like,

I can whisper in a reporter's ear...

tell them how rough you like it,

what filthy names get you off,

and how loudly you moan.

I may never be president of the United States,

but I'll make damn sure you'll never be, either.

You tell the president

I got my fingers crossed he gets his girlfriend back,

since my life depends on it.

Which would work in coordination

with the special OPS go team

we've assembled at Ramstein air force base.

And that's our best plan for extraction?

Given all the factors that remain unknown and in flux,

yes, it is the best plan

for attempting to rescue Olivia Pope.

If that is our best plan for extraction,

then that is what we do.

How soon can we have our teams ready to go?

I have actually prepared a second presentation,

Mr. President, if you don't mind.

By all means.

During her tenure in the White House,

Olivia Pope had top-level security clearance,

which gave her access to highly classified information,

much of it red zone, some of it highly dangerous,

information that, in the wrong hands,

would be catastrophic

to our nation's security and international relationships.

- Catastrophic? - I don't scare easily, Director.

I'm going to need specifics.

We have done our homework, Sir.

Let me paint the picture.

If Olivia Pope goes to the Saudis,

they'll have our illegal black sites in Amman.

Southeast Asia, they'll learn about

our anti-terror surveillance programs.

We have four countries... four...

who will discover

the deaths of their leaders were not due to natural causes.

And I am sure that England and Germany

would be extremely interested to find out

we spy on our own allies.

Make your point.

My point, Sir... is that that's the good news.

What is truly terrifying is what they will want for her return.

Russia will ask you to close our bases in Turkey,

neutering us in that region,

Pakistan will ask for drone technology

to wipe India off the map once and for all,

and ISIS will want

the immediate release of hundreds of terrorists

hell-bent on killing innocent Americans.

None of which will come to light if Ms. Pope is extracted safely.

In our estimation, there's a 30% chance of that.

Even with our best S.E.A.L.S on the ground?

Even with our best S.E.A.L.S on the ground.

Good.

Let me know when we have a bead on her location.

I'm sorry?

Sir...

We extract her.

Mr. President!

We stick with the plan.

I think it's clear...

they've miscalculated

our special forces and all their extraction training.

I suppose Lowry's job is to be efficient,

but that is sometimes

the least creative and most destructive option.

If there's even the possibility of losing intelligence,

we should be reaching out to our allies,

doing damage control before any leaks happen,

being proactive instead of reactive.

But I don't think we'll need it.

Our S.E.A.L.S are the best guys in the world.

They're bringing her home. There's just no question.

We should consider working a separate deal with MI6

- because at this point... - Oh, for the love of God.

You moron. You child. When are you going to learn?

The finest minds of our government

have told you what needs to happen,

and still!

I built you from the ground up,

from the ground up!

You are all that I have to show for my life!

I made you a warrior! I made you a king!

I made you leader of men!

And this is what you do?

This is what you leave me with?!

No! No! No!

I'm done. I quit.

I quit!

And you can take your flowers and daisies

and your "love conquers all" and your hope,

and you can choke on it,

because I don't work here anymore!

Cyrus?

Don't you agree?

Excellent points all, Sir.

Elizabeth! Ah, have a seat.

- It's so wonderful to see you, Mrs. - Grant. Aww.

Thank you.

You need to do something about Andrew.

Excuse me?