Yes. I am the
mistress! I love these truth-bombs at the end of a show.
Hoo-boy! Olivia is
outing herself with the truth about her and Fitz’s affair, at the same time
that Fitz and Mellie are inside lying their faces off about the state of their relationship.
Cue music…
Abby sees that
this is happening and needs to put a stop to it. What easier way than to claim
there’s an intruder in the house and use the Secret Service to rush in and
scurry out Fitz and Mellie to safety. Fitz and Mellie watch Olivia’s television
statement, and while Mellie looks like she’s about to bust a blood vessel, Fitz
is smug and smirking with a “that’s my girl” face. Mellie barges out into her
own office, and Liv enters and apologizes to Fitz. He’s all mushy and tells her
he loves that she did that…smoochies.
When he asks
Mellie what she wants, she says “I want to destroy Olivia Pope!” She wants Liv
to suffer, bleed, puke up poison. Mellie is beyond pissed! Oh Mellie. You’re pissed because everyone
knows about it and the attention is not on you and your upcoming presidential
run. Which, BTW, is exactly what she
tells Cyrus she really wants.
So now there’s
negotiations between Mellie/Cyrus and Fitz/Olivia. Abby is being bounced
between the two campus like a freaking ping-pong ball, trying to broker
agreement so that they can play nice and finish their fake interview. Mellie
wants to take him to the preverbal cleaners: house, kids, support for her
ridiculous presidential bid, and half-a-mil per year. Oh, and Liv can’t been
seen in public with Fitz, can’t become Olivia Grant. Meh. Marriage is
over-rated anyway. Just live in sin Liv. Fitz is fine with deal because he gets
Olivia, which is all he really wants. While Mellie is all demanding and shit,
she’s also broken and in need of her hooch. She’s rummaging through her
closets, looking for her Mississippi Moonshine, and in walks Olivia. Mellie
offers her a swig (she declines) and tells her to kiss her life goodbye: her
privacy, her company, her needs. All of it goes to Fitz now. Recommends Liv
stock up on her own hooch to cope with her new prison in the shadow of Fitz. Me
thinks Olivia and her wine-stock are going to be fine.
Speaking of OPA,
Jake unplugs, and Huck wants to really unplug. Like in, take down the entire
internet to save Olivia’s name! LOL! HuckleberryQuinn high-five at that one.
Then Liv calls in to see what’s up. Jake talks to her and tells her everything
is good.
Okay…recap-interruptus
here. First, Jake. Really? Why do you keep grabbing any little crumb that
Olivia throws you. Huck – step in and bro-slap the brother. Don’t get me wrong,
I love Jakey. But really, a girl can only see him wimper for attention for so
long. /endrant
Back to the
story. Things finally get good. Liv and
Abby are fighting. Abby screams that Liv is no friend, lying to her about the
relationship. Olivia claims to have been protecting Abby, who calls bullshit.
She was trying to protect herself. Olivia backs down from Fitz and tells him to
just wait until he’s done being president, he says “No way” and asks her why
she’s giving up on them. She snaps “Do you ever think about what I’m giving
up?” um….err. Nope. He didn’t.
Fitz then has a
heart-to-heart with Mellie and tells her “You’re feeling abandoned because I
abandoned you.” DUH! He admits to using her to get him into the White House.
Mellie tells him that she thought they would grow old together, and then
questions what he ever gave up for her. Obviously, nothing.
Cyrus goes to
Fitz and asks for his job back. Fitz tells him to get out (he’s getting good at
saying those two words). Cyrus goes away like a sad puppy that was left outside
in the rain. He then runs back to Mellie telling her she got played by Fitz.
She realizes that Cyrus is right, and leaves him hanging to fix his own mess.
Abby goes to the press room and does what Olivia Pope taught her to do best:
Spin the story right round, baby right round, like a record baby, right round,
round-round. “You know that Olivia Pope
has a certain reputation here in Washington.” Hmm. As what? Fixer? Hooker? Man
Stealer?
Fitz is ready to
run into the press room and pull Abby out by her hair, and Olivia tells him to
sit his ass down. Sit. Your. Ass. Down! Handing him two fingers of what looks
like bourbon (because real men drink bourbon/whiskey, right?), she tells him
shut it, “Sit down. Sit there, and watch me choose you.”
Mellie and Cyrus
are seeing driving off somewhere. HuckleberryQuinn and Jake are watching the
news and Quinn remarks that the Louvre is burning and the news is barely
covering it. They’re focused on the Fiz-Olivia show. Jake perks up,
whatWhatWHAT? The Louvre is on fire? Runs out and straight to Papa fricken
Pope! What the heck is going on? PP states “And Nero fiddled while Rome
burned.”
Sheet. Something
is up with B613 again. Who’s burning? Actually and metaphorically?
One thing is for
sure, Jake will be around for more, and we’ll be seeing more of Papa Pope.
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