Hello, Scandalites – Huck Juniors, or whatever you call yourselves. I’m subbing for the fabulous Lewsor this week, and I hope I do her proud. Tell me – does this show make you feel like you’re on one of those monster roller coasters, and you’ve just entered a tunnel, and you don’t know which way you’re headed? That’s what I feel like with all the twists and turns this season. I’m getting a little lightheaded!
Previously, my sweet psycho Huck showed Quinn that he can give Dexter a run for his money, Cy is a true jerk, Liv and the Pres are going around in circles, and VP Sal exorcised her personal demon by offing her husband. Wow. I need some of Liv’s wine.
We open with the final confrontation between VP Sally and her husband Daniel, and Sally’s on a verbal rampage. She talks about standing at the crossroads of history, and pontificates that he’s been her cross to bear and her original sin. Wow. He accuses her of always knowing what he was, and that she needs his “set of balls” to become President. As Daniel tells her he’s done, and may go the press, Sally snaps and plunges a letter opener into his back as he turns away.
She stands there, blood spattered across her face, looking as stunned as we all are. And in an ironic twist, she calls the one person that can clean up this mess – the one person who placed the final straw on the camel’s back. Cy arrives, assesses the situation and what his machinations have wrought, and promptly throws up in the bathroom.
Liv wants to know where Quinn is. I missed the part where Huck tells Liv that Quinn is a traitor. She’s taking it well. I would kill her myself. Huck is tracking her courtesy of some fine dental work her performed earlier. She’s at B613 with Charlie and Papa Pope, intending to get her damming video footage back and using a Huck-supplied needle to kill Papa Pope. But a random actor enters and tells the group that Mama Pope has been located, and the deal is off. Drats! Wait – wasn’t Mama Pope’s tracking device destroyed? Hmmm… Charlie comforts her with “Hey – at least I didn’t have to kill you!”
Quinn tries to escape, and can’t, and then decides to remove her tracking device by Mac Gyvering a metal rod from towel dispenser in the bathroom. Why she does this – I don’t know. Ouch. Papa Pope is on his way to pick up Mama Pope when he is picked up by – the President. He’s taken to a holding cell in the Pentagon. Quinn decides to walk out the front door when Charlie catches up to her. They’ve got a job – CLEANING UP THE VP’S MESS. Snap!
Over at bloody mess central, Cy tells VP Sal that she can make her penance to her God some other time, and act the grieving widow for the presidential doctor. The dead body of Daniel Douglass is moved to the bedroom (a little too neatly, if you ask me), and Cy reminds the semi-catatonic of her role. The presidential doctor arrives, and at the last minute, Sally throws herself on her dead husband. Cy convinces the doctor to forget the exam. Wow.
Abby and Harrison are at David Rosen’s office to collect the file on Marie Wallace, aka Mama Pope. A girl named Shelby Moss tries to get David’s attention, but he’s too distracted by his girlfriend. Remember that name, though..
Cy has apparently dragged himself to work, where Mellie can’t wait to tell him of Daniel’s untimely demise. She acts like a teenager who just got a meet and greet with One Direction, for God’s sake. Cy looks like he’s going to vomit again, calls himself the devil, and informs Mellie of what really went down. Mellie looks horrified for about a second, and then makes sure that Cy didn’t’t tell the Pres. Good girl, Mellie. Always looking out for the bottom line.
Meanwhile , the two most powerful men in D.C. are engaging in a pissing match. Note to the Prez – don’t go into battle unless you’re fully armed. Papa Pope’s got your number.
The POTUS tells him he’s staying right where he is until Mama Pope’s safe. He also wants to know about the plane crash, and dangles his sex life with Olivia as bait. Papa goes right into a beautiful, pointed Shonda diatribe about how Fitzgerald Grant is a nothing more than a big, spoiled, impulsive little boy, and that he ain’t taking Olivia down with him. Mr. President, you’ve been served.