- Hi. - Hi.
You're late.
Sorry. Car trouble.
I thought we could have some dinner
and talk about how our days went.
That sounds very normal.
I'll start.
Catherine Winslow was taken into custody...
So we're gonna try and get her out of...
I will be the one standing over you when you die.
...Get her out on bail.
So, how was your day?
Uh, about that. We need to talk.
Just let me get this.
This is Olivia.
Don't do anything.
Don't go anywhere!
I'll be right there.
I'm so sorry.
I have to go.
We can talk later?
- Sure. - Okay.
Where the hell are they?
Who? Olivia, who are we looking for?
We're gonna go in and out very fast. Stay with me.
Okay, but it would help if I knew who we were looking for.
Jello shots!
Olivia, please don't tell my parents.
We came for some spoiled rich kid?
Look at my contacts. Find Cyrus Beene.
Call his cell... Not the one marked private,
the one marked black.
It's an encrypted number,
so it will take a minute to go through.
Olivia, why am I calling Cyrus Beene?
To tell him we've got the president's daughter.
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It's official. You're ruining me.
I'm sorry?
Well, the lack of sleep, for one.
And then there's the fact
that all I find myself thinking about in my briefings...
In my lunches and meetings and strategy sessions is...
This.
You mind?
No.
Not at all.
Cyrus Beene.
Where the hell was secret service?
She slipped her security detail.
We need an extraction plan.
We can't go out the front door.
There's about a hundred kids here with smartphones.
God. The room keeps spinning.
- 15 minutes. - We'll be here.
Liv.
I need you to shut down the cell service
at this address... 6400 West 7th.
How many phones?
Probably over 100. Can you do it?
I can try to exploit the "kill switch" code
- cell manufacturers have embedded in the... - Easy, Huck.
Is that a yes?
On it.
Fire escape. Other side of the building.
So, 100 feet across the loft?
Karen, we're gonna leave.
When we walk out that door, I need you to do your best
to look and act as sober as possible.
- Okay. - Okay.
Except I can't really walk.
♪ Do I believe in God? Do I believe in me? ♪
♪ Controversy, controversy, controversy ♪
Dude, doesn't that look like the grant kid?
Google her.
Crap. My phone's dead.
Try yours.
♪ Do I believe in God? Do I believe in me? ♪
♪ Some people wanna die so they can be free ♪
Go. Mingle. Make new friends.
Quinn, window!
Watch your step. I'll be right behind you.
Okay. Wait. What are we doing?
Getting you into college!
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ controversy
When we land, the secret service will take you inside.
Wait, what?
You're not coming in with me?
But I don't understand.
I thought that was your job... To cover for people?
Kind of hard to cover up a chopper on the white house lawn.
Karen, this isn't a job.
This is a favor.
I got you out of that party and back home
without a thousand YouTube videos
of the president's drunk daughter all over the news.
Favor complete.
I go back to my warm bed.
You have a job.
Your job is to explain to your parents
why you thought slipping your secret service detail
to get wasted at a party 500 miles from your school
was a good idea.
I don't need a pair of suits with wires in their ears
watching over me 24/7.
Those agents protect you.
They were standing right next to my brother when he died!
What did they protect him from?
- Karen... - Whatever.
I just needed a night out.
Okay?
To have some fun.
It's no big deal.
You guys are crazy.
Oh, crap.
What is it?
Oh... crap.
All right, boys. Let's go to Paris.
You feel that?
Did you get that on camera, dude?
Did you get that? Dude, tell me that was recording.
Yeah, got it all!
Cyrus. You want to wake the president.
Because, Cyrus.
I said because.
I can't tell you why, Cyrus.
Believe me when I say you need to wake him.
Listen to...
Stop talking.
I do not care
if he has the African summit in the morning.
I do not care if you have to red file him
to get past the marine guard.
I do not care if you have to take America to defcon1.
I just saw the dirtiest sex tape
I have ever seen in my entire life,
and it stars his teenage daughter.
So you go upstairs
and you get the president's ass out of bed now!
A sex tape?!
Karen, is this true?
Perhaps we should wait for Mrs. Grant.
- Yeah, I want to wait for mom. - No.
Start talking now.
I just went to a party.
500 miles from school
without your secret service detail?!
I climbed out of my dorm window.
I hitched a ride on someone's father's jet.
Can we do this later?
I'm still really wasted.
She took drugs?
She was high?
This video... was sh...
Were you raped?
What?
Honey, if you were, it's not your fault.
It's okay.
You just have to tell us so we can make these boys pay
for what they did to you.
Dad... I cut class.
I ran away from my secret service goons.
I helped some girl I barely knew
Jack her father's private jet to go to a party.
I got drunk.
I smoked weed.
I-I shot up something awesome.
And yet the only way that you think
that I could have sex with two guys
is if I were raped?
How lame are you?
What... What they did to me?
What about what I did to them?
- You little... - Fitz! Okay.
The white house doctor is waiting downstairs for Karen.
She needs a pelvic exam, an STD screening,
a detailed talk about unprotected sex.
Why doesn't she go do that now?
Go.
And then straight to your room!
I want to know how the hell she slipped her detail.
Yes, sir.
I want every agent who's ever covered her grilled,
and I want heads on spikes... You got that?
Yes, sir.
Maybe I find a convent in Switzerland,
stick her in it.
That did not work when my father tried it with me.
Angry teenage grieving girl with daddy issues?
I relate.
This is my daughter!
Every girl is someone's daughter.
You have a problem to solve.
One of those boys has that video.
He sent it to Karen.
And he's probably just some dumb kid
who doesn't know what he's sitting on.
But if he decides to put that video online,
that sex tape is going to be everywhere within seconds.
I need these boys found, Liv.
Dealt with.
I need you to find that tape without making a sound.
Please.
This is my child.
I need you on this.
We'll do a presser before noon
and a photo op after lunch
with POTUS and the African leaders.
Stay here.
Um, what are you two doing here?
Uh, we can't tell you.
What? We can't tell you.
See, that's where you're wrong.
We're in the white house.
This is my turf.
In this building, you are no longer
a zombie army of two
under the command of Olivia Pope.
So, you can either tell me what you're doing
or I'm gonna get four of the biggest men
you've ever seen to escort you out to Pennsylvania Avenue.
And these guys... They're not just big.
They're circus big.
Red.
Leave them alone.
I'm sorry?
Leave... them... alone.
Go ahead. I got this.
You make it hard for me to do my job.
You undermine me here with Olivia Pope at every turn.
You keep secrets from me.
You make me feel... small.
Red, there are things that happen here
in this big white house with this particular president
that you will never, ever know about.
Some of those things, many of those things,
will involve Olivia Pope.
Several of those things will make it hard for you
to do your job.
But you are a patriot and you are a fighter.
And so you will soldier on.
As for feeling small, I don't do that to you.
I suspect that jealousy does that to you.
My advice on that is this...
You are not Olivia, you will never be Olivia,
and hating Olivia for your own shortcomings
will not change that fact.
Also, have you ever stopped to think
what it must be like to actually be Olivia Pope?
Doesn't seem like that much fun.
Moments before dawn, a star appears out of nowhere
over the eastern horizon.
This phenomenon, known as heliacal rising...
Dad?
Mellie, look who turned up.
Hi, mom.
Karen? Baby!
You're supposed to be at school. What are you doing here?
Is something wrong? What's wrong?
- Uh... - Nothing.
She just... had a couple of free days, and she missed us.
- Right? - Yeah.
Right.
Oh, great!
Do you, uh, want some cereal or...
Karen's gonna come down to the oval.
Spend some time with her dad.
The video was sent through an anonymous messaging app.
The username was registered to a dummy e-mail address,
and the account's been shut down.
But the good news is,
it had to be one of these guys... all of the fellas who were at the party.
I pulled the numbers from all the cellphones I shut down
and tracked all the similar tweets and instagrams
from that night... ♪swagapalooza.
I'm concerned about our future.
Okay, Karen. So, do any of these boys look familiar?
Who did you have sex with?
Um, I-I was kind of buzzed when I got there.
Um... one of them had blond hair, I-I think.
I don't know. We smoked in the bedroom.
I don't remember much after that.
These are all the... ♪ I'm coming out
- what about this one? - No. ♪ I want the world to know
No. It definitely wasn't this guy.
That's not the bra I had on. ♪ got to let it show
This one's a no.
- Maybe. - Maybe. ♪ I'm coming out
we've got a blond dude. That's a no.
♪ I want the world to know
- this one's no. - Okay. ♪ got to let it show
Try to look up these four, at least. ♪ I'm coming out
does this one have a tattoo? ♪ I want the world to know
♪ I got to let it show
Tribal band on his right bicep. ♪ I'm coming out
- classy. ♪ I want the world to know
- that's him. - Quinn, go find this kid
before he has any idea to put that video online.
♪ I'm coming out
disappointment... that's the look you see on my face.
Disappointment.
I'm disappointed in you, Tom.
You used to be one of my favorites.
He's not your average target.
He's one of ours.
When I say bring me the head of John the Baptist,
I expect the head of John the Baptist.
I do not expect excuses, not from my golden boy.
He was command, for God's sake.
He's read my file. He knows my moves.
I used to take orders from him.
And with the parameters you have given me for the job,
this is not an easy task, sir.
Tom, look at me.
Look at my face.
Disappointment often turns to frustration.
Frustration turns to resentment.
Resentment turns to anger.
Anger to rage. Rage to indifference.
And once I am indifferent,
well, I will have forgotten
that you were ever one of my favorites,
and I just may start wishing for your head, too.
Jake Ballard needs to go.
I'm putting a clock on it.
Yes, sir.
I'm on it, sir.
Good. Do not let me down.
I wouldn't.
Crowds... you don't want to cause a scene.
And I'm not here to kill you,
but from the looks of your conversation with rowan,
that'd probably be my best move.
You know, kill you before you kill me.
Orders.
Right.
Orders.
But what happens after I'm out of the way?
You think Rowan lets the only other person
who can link him to the death of the president's kid
walk around free to tell tales?
That's what this is about?
He's covering his ass, tom.
I'm first.
You're second.
Well, you can't protect me from him.
I can try.
Listen... You may not trust me,
but you know you can't trust him.
Well, if you do try to kill me, maybe not today.
It's gorgeous out.
Let's take a break.
What do you have?
Karen was only able to identify one of the boys in the video,
but my team is on him.
We'll find the other one.
It's just a matter of time. We'll get him.
Fitz?
I thought sending her back to boarding school right away
was the best thing.
Get her back to normal as soon as possible,
dig in, have a routine, back to work.
I thought it would help.
Burying yourself in work isn't always the best thing
when you lose someone.
Running away isn't always the best thing, either.
Liv...
Where did you go?
Fitz...
Where did you go?
You just... took off for two months, all alone?
I...
Yes.
I did.
I needed some time alone.
After everything, I just needed to be alone.
You were having a difficult time.
We were all having a difficult time.
I'm sorry.
About your mother.
No.
She did a terrible thing.
Don't apologize.
She ruined your family.
She ruined my family.
She ruined us.
You fought your way through a very difficult
confirmation process as a democrat.
You delivered the president his gun-control bill.
Senators from both sides of the aisle
seem to be bowing down before you.
So, Attorney General Rosen, I have to ask...
What's your secret?
You know, Ashley, if I have a talent,
it's that I'm able to convince people
which side of the argument they need to be on.
Secrets?
I don't really have any.
Rosen.
Oh, hi.
Am I due for a good threatening?
Funny, but I don't have time for jokes.
Rowan is trying to kill me.
So, I need your help.
I need to know that should anything happen to me,
you'll release the B613 files.
No.
What?
I don't want anything more to do with those files.
I've got enough blood on my hands already.
I wish you'd never given them to me.
I wish I'd never opened them.
Then give them back to me.
No.
Are you kidding me?
Those files would bring down the U.S. government,
destroy over two centuries of law and order
and checks and balances,
and the world's greatest democracy
would swirl down the drain.
Those files are evil, Jake.
No one should have them. They shouldn't exist.
Your morality means nothing, not to me,
not to B613, and certainly not to command.
Give me the files
or I will snap your neck right now.
Here.
Now get out.
Thanks, Rosen.
Jake.
- I need to see you. - I'm busy.
Well, this is important.
Can it wait till tonight?
Not really. There's something I need to tell you.
In person.
- I'm sorry, Jake. - Olivia?
I'm gonna need to call you back.
Olivia!
- Olivia! - Mellie.
What are you doing here?
I think that you should discuss that with your husband.
No. What are you doing here?
What are you doing in my house?
You tell me. You tell me now.
I've got secret service ripping up the carpet
and the drapes.
There's not a time card or a hall pass
in the past six months that's not being scrutinized.
Good. What about the two agents who lost Karen last night?
They're already packing their bags, sir.
Hello, Mellie.
Got some new boots on there? A new color?
You said you would warn me.
About you seeing Olivia Pope.
I'll just...
I want to know why the hell
you've got Olivia Pope in my house.
- Mellie... - Why did you bring Olivia here?
I didn't bring her here.
Right.
A magical fairy granted your wish
and, poof, Olivia Pope appeared in the oval office.
- Mellie. - Or you made one of your masturbating
late-night phone calls, and she came running over.
I didn't call Olivia.
Karen did.
Karen?
Karen got into some trouble last night.
There was a party, she got drunk, things got...
You should be glad she called Liv.
I should be glad?
Liv got her out of there.
She's handling the situation.
I should be glad?!
Mellie, focus.
I am the mother.
This is not her family.
This is my family.
I am the one who picks up the pieces.
I am the one who holds this family together.
I want her out of here.
You get Olivia Pope out of here.
I don't want her anywhere near my child.
I will fix this. I will make the decisions.
You know what? You just stay out of it.
I have dealt with drunk Mellie,
bad hygiene Mellie... No, wait.
I got it... Smelly Mellie.
I have dealt with drunk Mellie
and smelly Mellie
and "screw everything to hell" Mellie and crybaby Mellie
and "eat everything that is not nailed down" Mellie.
And I have not complained.
But I will not put up with whatever
righteous history-rewriting Mellie you have going on
right here, right now.
This is not your family.
You are not the mother, not since Jerry died.
Since Jerry died, you have abdicated your role.
You have mothered no one.
You hold nothing together. You pick up no pieces.
You know how I know this?
Because baby Teddy thinks his mother is nanny Jen
and Karen spent last night in a threesome with two guys
doing a move on her
they like to call eiffel towering!
You know how I know that?
I saw the sex tape they made!
So you should be damn glad she called Olivia
because Olivia Pope is fixing this mess,
this mess that you made.
This mess that we made.
Look, I know that I share some guilt in all of this.
But you want to know the difference between you and me?
All day, every day, I am running a country.
I am grieving for the loss of my son,
but I am also running a country.
All day, every day,
you are sitting around in booties and a dirty robe
eating chips and getting drunk at 11:00 A.M.!
A sex tape?
Yeah.
She takes after her daddy, then, doesn't she?
Where's the video, Bobby?
Who the hell are you?
I know who you are, Bobby.
I know you're on full scholarship at Franklin Prep.
I know your mom's on disability
and your big brother's doing five in Augusta for grand theft auto.
And you work this crappy minimum-wage job at Gettysburger to help out.
You're a hard worker... A bootstrapper. I respect that.
But you should know, I will personally make sure
you lose that scholarship and this crappy minimum-wage job
and any chance you have of a future
if you don't tell me where you're keeping the video
of the girl you and your buddy screwed
at that party last night.
I need answers, Bobby.
Hey, Jake, it's me.
Sorry I haven't had time to talk,
but I was thinking, my place for dinner tonight?
I'll cook. Okay, I won't.
But I'll get the finest takeout D.C. has to offer.
Call me back.
Or I'll just see you tonight.
They have this four score promotion
at Gettysburger right now.
Buy four burgers and get the fifth one free.
Okay. Right.
I talked to Bobby.
He coughed up the name of his doubles partner,
Donald "Tripp" Morgan III.
Only son... thank God... of Margaret and Donald Jr.
- Are they local? - Bethesda.
Let's bring them in.
Mr. and Mrs. Morgan, thank you for coming in.
Seems our son has gotten himself into
another truly unfortunate situation.
The understatement of the year.
Honestly, I'm at the end of my rope.
Between the calls from the St. Alban's headmaster
every other day and now this,
we just don't know what we're gonna do with him.
The boy's wild. He always has been.
Luckily, we've managed to keep Tripp's adventures
under the radar so far.
I guess what those college admissions officers
don't know won't hurt them, right?
I'm glad to hear we're all on the same page.
And that you understand the consequences
for not only your son, but your entire family,
we are certainly aware of the stakes here, Ms. Pope.
Good.
So, we'll just help Tripp
permanently delete the file and its directory.
We'll also run a scan on your devices and cloud network
to make sure no trace of it remains.
How much?
I'm sorry?
For the video.
I mean, you want it, you're gonna have to pay for it.
We really have no idea what the going rate
for a sex tape starring the first daughter is,
but...
We imagine it's a hell of a lot.
Say it again.
The parents want money.
$2.5 million?
$2.5 million.
The Morgans think they can blackmail
the president of the United States of America?
Come on, Liv.
You have the money.
Do you want to refuse to give it to them?
Okay.
But then they could release the video.
The video of your daughter having sex with two boys.
Game over.
That video will become Karen's story.
It will become who she is for the rest of her life.
It will be her legacy.
She'll be no better than a reality star,
the lowest form of life.
It will be what they remember her for,
not her charity work, not her accomplishments,
not her brain... Her sex tape.
And I know that you want more for your daughter.
The most powerful man in the world,
an entire army at my disposal,
and I can't stop two idiots from releasing a tape.
Not in the world of the Internet.
What kind of parents are they?
The world is full of terrible parents.
I didn't mean you.
Why not?
I'm failing.
Fitz.
I'm a failure as a father.
And clearly, we can all agree I'm a failure as a husband.
Fitz.
What, am I a failure as a man, too?
Fitz.
Don't ever leave me like that again.
I almost didn't survive.
I almost died without you.
Didn't you miss me?
Liv.
Didn't you miss me?
Even a little?
Oh, I did miss you.
- Stop. - No.
I can't.
- Stop. - Why?
Why not?
Why can't you?
What's the point?
I didn't go away alone.
You didn't go away alone.
No.
You went with Jake.
Yes.
Say it.
Fitz.
Say it.
I went with Jake.
So I am failing as a father and a husband and a man.
Good to know.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown, they say.
Fitz, I know...
Ow.
Pay the Morgans the $2.5 million.
Do you want to discuss it with Mellie or...
Because... my marriage is such a partnership?
I'm so happy?
Pay the Morgans the $2.5 million.
Let's just do what my father would do.
Throw money at the problem and sweep it under the rug.
$2.5 million, as promised. I just need...
- You didn't tell her? - Tell me what?
Uh, we're gonna need another $500,000.
To cover expenses.
Excuse me?
We're thinking an even $3 million.
You know, so the world never finds out
the president's daughter is a dirty, little slut.
What... what... What's going on?
- What are you doing?? - Deal's off.
- Off!? - What's with the pictures?
They're for the tabloids. Smile!
- Tabloids? - Think I'll leak them to The Post first.
Morning shows'll pick this story up in seconds.
What are you talking about?
Oh, I'm gonna destroy you.
Destroy us?
No, we're the ones with the proof
of the first daughter whoring it up...
That family lost a son!
A son! And you're...
These are children, you sick sons of bitches.
Kids experimenting. And you're exploiting them.
That makes you child pornographers.
Are you out of your mind?
Kiddie porn starring your very own flesh and blood.
That's insane. You have no evidence...
I'll manufacture it.
I'll pay eyewitnesses. I'll plant stories.
I'll do anything and everything
to assassinate what little character you have,
and I won't give it a second thought
because you two are the absolute worst kind of people,
the kind who have everything but still want more.
I have the head of every news organization on speed dial,
and they will run the hell out of the story
of the rich parents who sent their son
to have sex with the president's daughter
just so they could blackmail The White House.
And in the blink of an eye,
everyone you now consider a friend
will erase you from their memory.
And every family in America will hate you forever.
And forget about ever leaving your house again
because they will know your faces
because I will make sure
they are etched into the American memory
because that is what I do,
and there is no one better in the entire world at it
than I am!
These are non-disparagement agreements.
Sign them. Quickly.
So I never have to see your faces ever again.
Mom. Hey, um, have you seen my... my...
Your phone?
Yes, I've seen it.
I have also seen the film that you made with your friends.
Are they your friends?
Do you call them friends when you don't even know their names?
But, then, how can they not be friends
when they have already had their body parts inside you?
I know what you're gonna say.
That you're disappointed in me, that I screwed up,
that I'm grounded.
Blah, blah, blah.
If you could tell me that you had sex
with those two boys because it made you happy,
because you wanted to,
because you felt empowered and turned on...
Karen...
I am your mother,
so inside, I am having a tiny seizure,
but still, I would try hard to be supportive and happy for you.
But I don't think that's why you did it.
I think that you were sad.
I think that you were feeling numb.
I think that you thought feeling something
was better than feeling nothing.
I think that your brother died...
Right in front of you.
Which means...
You get one free pass.
This was it.
You do not get another.
I really miss him.
I know, baby.
Like it or not,
you are the famous child of the most famous man on earth.
And it may not be fair.
And it may not be right.
And it's definitely sexist.
If you were a boy, they'd be giving you high-fives.
But you're not.
So your knees are gonna have to stay together.
Do you understand?
Oh.
- Mom? - Hmm?
Are you okay?
This a bad time?
No. Come in.
I'd like you to meet someone.
George Bixby.
He's the top dog over at the inspector general's office.
- George. - Sir.
You think you can get our secret service in line?
I'll do my best, Mr. President.
In fact, there have already been some red flags.
I wouldn't call them red.
Everything is significant
in an internal investigation, Mr. Beene.
Your agent, Tom Larsen.
My Tom Larsen?
There are some discrepancies in his schedule.
Something about him being at Fort Detrick
when he was supposed to be here.
It's probably just a clerical error.
When was this?
November 2nd.
Two days before the election.
I'll be speaking with him later tonight.
I'm sure I'll get to the bottom of it.
Thank you. That will be all.
Sir?
That'll be all, Cyrus.
Get me a secure line.
Tom?
Inspector general found gaps in my schedule.
They're questioning me in an hour.
I need to leave town.
That won't help.
Rowan will find you.
If they question me about November...
If they question you about November,
you should tell them the truth.
They'll execute me for treason.
N-not if you cut a deal.
Cut a deal
and it will be Rowan's ass in the electric chair.
It's my word against his.
But you'll have the upper hand.
You'll be telling the truth.
And I have proof,
more than enough to make this stick.
Between the two of us, we'll nail him.
Tom?
I think I can do it.
- Captain Ballard? - Is he in?
The president's in a meeting. Is he expecting you?
Because I... - Can you let him know I'm here?
- And that it's urgent? - But...
It's urgent. Lauren, please.
Jake.
Mr. President,
if I could just have a moment of your time,
there's something I need to tell you.
Not right now.
- But... - Lauren, I'll be back.
Sir...
Would you care to wait?
Agent Larsen, I'm gonna ask you to clarify
a few dates of service over the past six months.
All right.
November 2nd of last year.
We have you assigned to POTUS' detail
while he campaigned in Ohio.
Is that correct?
That sounds about right, yes.
Then explain to me why and how
somebody swiped your security card that same day
400 miles away in Maryland at Fort Detrick?
Are we on record here, sir?
Yes, we are, Agent Larsen.
What were you doing at Fort Detrick on November 2nd?
I was completing an assignment, sir.
- An assignment? - Yes, sir.
Under whose orders?
Agent Bixby, I'll take it from here.
I'm not saying anything without an attorney present.
You seem nervous,
- Agent, uh, Larsen, is it? - What are you doing here?
- And who the hell brought Rowan into - As I said, I wish to exercise
- my constitutional right to representation. - I did, Cy.
I think you'll find the constitution
doesn't apply in this case, Agent Larsen.
Eyes on me, Agent.
I would like to speak with the president.
Relax, Agent Larsen.
The truth shall set you free.
All you have to do is give me the information
that I need, and I'll have you on your way.
Mr. President, please.
Now, I see that we've established
that you were present at Fort Detrick November 2nd,
two days before the election,
under "official assignment," as you put it.
Agent?
Yes.
What was that assignment, Agent Larsen?
Allow me to jog your memory.
Multiple security cameras and several prints
place you in the defense research facility
for more than an hour,
a highly classified area, as you might guess,
where many lethal agents are studied and housed,
including one specific strain of bacterial meningitis
that went missing that day,
the exact strain that killed young Jerry grant
48 hours after you visited the facility.
What is he doing, Mr. President?
Finding out who killed my son, Cyrus.
What do you want from me?
You know what I want, soldier.
I don't, I swear. Oh, but you do.
Think. You were there.
A vial goes missing.
A young boy dies.
You will be held responsible
for the assassination of the president's son.
I just need to know why you did it.
I-I-I... I was under orders.
Whose orders?
Please. I can't do this.
Let me make something clear, Agent Larsen.
There won't be one single person left on your side
when you leave this room.
You want me on your side. You need me on your side.
And I will do all I can for you
if you tell me right now what I need to hear.
- Who gave you the order? - Please, I...
Who gave you the order, soldier!?
Please... who gave you the order to kill the president's son!?
Jake Ballard.
Ballard gave me the order.
Sir?
Do it.
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