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Jack, I'm so sorry.

Why isn't my ex-husband in prison?

We haven't found enough
physical evidence

of a conspiracy to
frame David Clarke.

She said you were hiding
evidence that could destroy us all.

You go through with destroying Dad,
and you're dead to me.

Can I stay with you tonight?

- Are all your t-shirts deep v's?
- Wow, you work fast.

Charlotte, it's not what you think.

I'm going to track the white-haired
man to wherever he's hiding.

We have got eyes inside his house.

Ohh!

This is the evidence
I was planning on turning over.

In every life,
there comes a day of reckoning...

A time when unsettled scores
demand their retribution...

And our own lies and transgressions
are finally laid bare.

- Daniel!
- Emily! You okay?

There was a man
in the kitchen! He...

He rushed right by me.
I was just going for a run.

It's all right. It's all right.
It's all right.

You're safe. You're safe.

It looks like
he got in through here.

He was holding something
when he left,

but I couldn't see what it was.

Oh, God.

What can you tell me about him?

He was older. He--
He was all dressed in black.

Shock-white hair.

- I'm calling the police.
- No! No. No more police.

It was probably just one of my trial
protesters trying to intimidate me.

Yeah, well, it worked.
What did he take?

Just some client files.
Nothing important.

Look, my dad has a security team.

I want
to handle this privately.

In the meantime,
we should pack up the house,

head back to Manhattan.

- Okay.
- All right.

I'll start packing boxes.

Emily said the guy had
white hair and piercing eyes.

- It's him, isn't it?
- Yeah, that's him.

- And it's not his first time in Emily's house.
- What are you talking about?

He sent me this video
of the two of you as a threat.

He's been watching us?

I handled it with
a counterthreat of my own.

That's exactly what he wanted,

to ferret out the evidence
I had been keeping.

You don't think Mom
could've told him?

She didn't have to.

Security.

Robert, I need a security sweep
of Grayson Manor, ASAP.

At least tell me this is better
than the feds finding it.

Better than the feds?

Daniel, that evidence was
the only leverage I had

against these vampires.
Without that...

I'm a dead man.

Damn it.

Nolan.
Leave a message.

Nolan, turn on your phone.
I need your help.

Nolan.

Jack.

This is Emily.
Leave a message.

Hey, it's Jack.

Um, about last night...

I guess we should talk, huh?

Call me when you can.

Bye.

Nolan?

Nolan.

Yes.

He's not the one you want.
I am.

And who are you?

Amanda Clarke.

You murdered my father.

You and I
have unfinished business.

Then by all means,
let's finish it.

How would you like to do this?

Face-to-face.

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You have carte blanche to
excavate every nook and cranny.

The hell you do.

Get out of my house
immediately.

Do I need to call the police
to have you forcibly removed?

No, what you need to do
is shut up and sit down.

Oh.

Thanks to a lethal combination
of your vitriol

and your incompetence,

the evidence you stole from me
is now in the hands

of our most powerful adversary.

Well, if that monster
has indeed resurfaced,

you have your son to blame,
not me.

Our son is lucky
to be alive this morning,

no thanks to you.

We found three microphones
in the study, sir.

I'm guessing
it's only the beginning.

You let them in, Victoria.

And they've been listening
to every single word we've said

for God knows how long.

The thing is,
now we are all targets.

And I certainly hope
it was worth

whatever petty little frisson
you derived

from your dalliance
with the S.E.C.

You stupid, stupid, woman.

Hey, is everything okay?

Listen, I think we should
head back to Manhattan tonight.

You okay saying a quick good-bye
to the Hamptons?

You read my mind.

I'm actually meeting with the
winterizers for the cottage right now.

Good, good.

Ems, be careful.

I will.

No wire, no phone, no weapon.

This is a very dangerous game
you're playing.

And for what?
Payback for your father?

I have in my possession evidence
compiled by Conrad Grayson

implicating you and all of
your friends at the initiative

in a conspiracy to fund and carry out
acts of terrorism on American soil.

Now...

Take me to Nolan Ross.

As you wish.

It's chloroform.

Surely you appreciate
the need for secrecy.

And if I don't?

Your friend dies.

Amanda, what's the matter?

I forgot to pack
Mommy's picture.

What was that?

Daddy.

Good morning, sunshine.

If you came here
to rescue me...

You might want a do-over.

I trust you had a pleasant nap,
Ms. Clarke.

Rather than waste my time
on a wild goose chase,

I thought I'd give you
the opportunity

to tell me where you've hidden
Grayson's evidence.

In return, I may even
let your friend here live.

Actually...
He doesn't concern me.

Gee, don't sugarcoat it, Ems.

Well, if that's the case,

I take back my offer.

The evidence that you want

is in locker 428 at the
Port Authority Bus Terminal.

The orange key from my keychain
will open it.

If that's true, what's to stop me
from killing you right now?

I could be lying.

She's really quite good at it.

Or I could've programmed
an e-mail to alert the authorities.

I would tell you
how much time you have left,

but you stole my watch.

A Submariner with a lock pick
hidden inside.

It's 2:30.

Then you have exactly one hour.

"David, 'Until Forever,'
Victoria."

Your father didn't know
what hit him, did he?

Tick-tock.

So what's the plan, Batgirl?

I'm not worthy.

Get up, Nolan.
You have to deliver

Grayson's box of evidence
to the feds.

Everything you need is in
the bottom drawer of your desk,

including instructions on how to
get it to Agent McGowen.

Got it?

Then get going.

No.
I'm not leaving you here.

You are way outmatched
by that crazy albino.

Nolan, I'm staying.

If you don't go now,

then all of this
will have been for nothing.

You owe me that.

Kick his ass.

Nolan.

If I don't
make it out of this...

Tell Jack that I love him.

Okay, what's our game plan for econ,
sick grandma, computer crash?

I don't have a game plan,
aside from repeating senior year.

At least if we fail,
we fail together, right?

That's-- Yeah. Yeah.

If you want Mr. Hibbard
to give you an extension,

all you need
is a sympathetic excuse.

Like telling him how you
verbally accosted us last night?

You know that weird rose-colored
lamp on Mr. Hibbard's desk?

It's actually therapy
for seasonal affective disorder.

- Tell him you have it, too.
- S.A.D.?

Like sad?
That's a real thing?

It is to him.

The classes might be hard here,
but the teachers are pushovers.

Probably a lot different than
public school in Yonkers.

I went to St. James Academy.
It was private.

You guys better get in there.

Thank you.

Jaime seems nice.

I'm really happy for you.

Yeah, be sure
to change all the pass codes.

We're in full lockdown.

Grayson.

What are you doing here?

I've decided I prefer
to live debt-free.

Just wanted to make sure

there was no confusion
about that.

Good.

Have a nice day.

That boy is an awfully long
way from Montauk.

You'd think a million dollars

would trump anyone's sense
of self-righteousness.

I wouldn't be so quick
to dub Jack Porter a Saint.

Why?
What do you know?

Nothing.
It's none of my business.

Ash, if there's something
I should know, you gotta tell me.

Look, it's not just about him.
It's also about Emily,

so you really need
to be asking her.

Well, I'm asking you.

I thought I could trust you.

Hello, Miss Charlotte.

Mom?

Jenkins Investigations.

Hello, is this Dan Jenkins?

Uh, yes, it is.
And who is this?

- It's Victoria Grayson.
- What can I do for you?

I need everything you can find
on a senior at Collins Prep

whom I believe
is bullying my daughter.

We have to disappear
for a while.

Disappear, where?

Caymans, somewhere safe,

somewhere where I can
plan my next move.

Victoria sold us out,
didn't she?

Yeah, that harpy's
toxic crusade

has roused the interest of
a far more dangerous adversary

than our government.

- Conrad, I--
- I know, it's a lot to ask,

so please...

Accept this as a token of my appreciation
for your continued loyalty.

This is a promise

to always keep you out of harm's way
as long as we stick together.

Now...

All I ask in return
is your assurance

that the door swings both ways.

What do you say?

Mm.

Yes, Conrad.

You've made a grave miscalculation,
Ms. Clarke.

I don't think so.

You and I may have more
in common thank you realize.

My employers and I planned
to make Grayson take the fall

for flight 197,
not your father.

I'm not here because of
how my father was framed.

I'm here
because of how he died.

You're a hell of a fighter.

You must have gotten that
from your mother.

Ohh!

Ohh!

Ohh!

Look at me.

I want to be the last thing
you see before you die.

You sure he's ready, Daddy?

There's only one way
to find out.

Oh, we did it, Daddy!
We saved his life.

You know what I love
about you most?

It's the way you love
absolutely everything

and absolutely everyone.

You promise me that you're
never gonna lose that.

I thought you came here
to honor your father.

I just did.

You are a woman of your word.

The evidence that your husband
squirreled away is encyclopedic,

and we're only
halfway through it.

I wish I could take credit for
delivering it to you, Mr. McGowen,

but it was my son who ultimately
placed it safely into your hands.

Well, if anything could turn
your boy's image around,

this ought to do it.

On the downside,

Lydia Davis has recanted
her testimony

and won't be joining us
on our trip to Washington.

You don't seem surprised.

Conrad is a cunning man,

and Lydia's the very definition
of malleable.

I'll work on her.

Well, even without Ms. Davis'
corroborating testimony,

we already have enough evidence
to bring charges of murder-for-hire.

- Murder?
- Yeah.

It appears your husband
didn't just frame David Clarke.

He also contracted
to have him killed.

Where have you been?

Sorry.
It's been a crazy day.

It looks like it.

You all right?

Yeah, I just fell on the ice
when I was running.

I didn't want to worry you with
everything that's happened.

Sure.
What's one more secret?

It's hardly the biggest one
you're keeping, right?

What do you want to know,
Daniel?

I'm an open book tonight.

Jack came by here yesterday,
didn't he?

Yeah.

His dog died.

Did you kiss him?

Just give me a straight answer,
please.

Yes.

We kissed.

So all these months--
The engagement,

standing by me during the trial--
What--

What was the point of all that if
you just really wanted to be with him?

Or was my mother right?
Were you just...

pretending to love me because
you wanted the Grayson name?

No.

I wanted to be with you
despite the Grayson name.

Then what changed?

The truth is...

I'm not...

really the person that
you fell in love with.

And you're changing, too.

I mean...

I'm watching you become

everything you said
you never wanted to be.

And what's that?

A Grayson.

I'm sorry.

Good-bye, Emily.

So you're denying
that you're the one

who broke into my soon-to-be
daughter-in-law's house

- and stole the evidence?
- I deny everything, Grayson.

- Doesn't mean I'm not guilty.
- And where is it now?

Last I heard, it was with
Federal Agent McGowen,

who's leaving for Washington,
D.C. tomorrow

to present everything
he's found to a federal judge.

Victoria.

The government's star witness.

They've also offered
your mistress immunity

in exchange for her testimony.

Well, you're certainly
not here to gloat.

There's enough evidence in there
to bring us all down.

I definitely did not
come here to gloat.

Then what, to kill me?

If I wanted to kill you,

we would not be having
this conversation, trust me.

Trust you?

That's rich.

You expect me to believe
that my son's fiancee

would just imagine
seeing a white-haired man

in the kitchen this morning?

Believe what you want
to believe.

If I wanted to keep
an eye on you,

there are plenty of ways
to do it undetected.

If I were you,

I would make good on
your promise to leave town.

This time next week,
being Conrad Grayson

might prove to be
a very tricky proposition.

What about you?

Don't worry about me.

I'm already on my way
to the airport.

Where are you going?

I broke things off with Emily.

I don't believe it.

Sure you do.

You've been angling for this
since the day Emily and I met.

So take your victory lap.
You got what you wanted.

Contrary to what you think,

I can't bear to see you hurt.

I knew I could trust you
to do the right thing

and turn over the evidence.

I didn't turn over anything.

I was gonna give it to Dad,

but someone with a bigger ax
to grind than yourself intercepted it.

Now I am begging you as your son,
please drop this whole thing.

- Tell McGowen you won't testify.
- I can't do that.

It's time for the truth
to finally come out.

And what, to hell with
the cost to the rest of us?

Your father
had David Clarke murdered!

Well, he must have had
a damn good reason.

I'm not denying
he's done terrible things,

but so have you.

At least he can always say

it was in the interest
of protecting his family.

Oh, believe what you must,
Daniel.

What about Charlotte, Mom?

You might push her
even further over the edge.

We might never get her back.

I will take care of Charlotte.

Oh, yeah, you've done
a great job so far.

I have done some heinous things
in my life,

but now I have the chance
to right a terrible wrong.

And nothing and nobody,
not even you, my darling son,

will stand in my way.

Do you understand?

Lydia, it's Victoria.

I have nothing to say to you.

Lydia, be sensible.

They're not just charging Conrad
with framing David Clarke.

They're charging him
for his murder, too.

You have a very small window
of opportunity to protect yourself.

Advice from
the self-preservation society?

I think I'll pass.

What exactly is your plan, hmm,

to live your life on the lam
with an international fugitive?

Conrad's not the enemy,
Victoria.

You are.

Who do you think will be
the first person he sells out

when the money runs dry?

And believe me,
that day is coming faster

than either one of you
realizes.

Because when I am done
with him,

it will make
your taxi-cab bounce

look like a trip
to Saint-Tropez.

Good. You're packed.

The plane boards
at 8:00 P.M.

I'll have our bags
taken down to the car.

Oh, who was that on the phone?

Uh, my mother.

I have to get right back
to Philly.

My father had a heart attack.

I'm so sorry.

Well, you can take my plane.

No, um...

You're gonna need it
for wherever you're going.

I could meet you.

No, I'm gonna wait right here
until you're ready.

My driver will take you
anywhere you wish,

all the way to Philly,
if you like.

I don't know when I'll be back,
Conrad.

I'm sorry.

There's no need to explain.

I understand perfectly.

Good-bye, Lydia.

Champagne does not seem
appropriate,

especially at 9:00 A.M.

Oh, champagne
is always appropriate.

I mean, you got
your pound of flesh, Ems.

The Grayson family
is more or less decimated,

your father's name's
about to be cleared, and...

You got to kick
the Shinola out of lurch.

I didn't do it alone, Nolan.

Thank you.

Mm.

So...

Now that you've finished
storming the castle...

What about Prince Daniel, hmm?

We ended things.

Oh... wow.

So...

That just leaves...

Jack?

What are you gonna tell him?

Everything.

- Jack.
- Hey.

I was starting to wonder if I was
ever gonna hear from you again.

Yeah, sorry.
Things have been a little crazy.

Yeah.

Yeah, they have for me, too.

Listen...

I found Sammy's collar.

I thought maybe I could
bring it by later tonight.

I can't think of anything
I'd like more.

I'm here, so...

come by whenever you're ready.

I'm proud of you, Ems.

Here's to your dad.

To Dad.

I can't believe
Professor Hibbard

gave me his happy lamp.

Yeah, but we're still
gonna fail this project

if you don't start helping me,
so help me.

- Look at these.
- Look at this.

Looks like the joke's on us.

What-- What is this?

Oh, my God.

The judge was supposed
to bury this.

I was a minor.

What are you talking about?
Who is that guy?

My history teacher.

Slut.

And we thought you lowered
yourself to date me, right?

Clearly, I'm the one that
lowered myself to date you.

It's not my fault
your new crush is a tramp.

I did you a favor.

You really are
your mother's daughter.

You don't ever talk to me again,
you got it?

Ooh.

Oops.

Victoria.

Come in.

I heard you took a nasty spill.

I'm fine.

Daniel told me
about your breakup.

I wanted to offer you
my condolences in person.

Mm. I can feel
your devastation.

Maybe now the two of you
can move on

and find someone
more appropriate.

I suppose you'll be
wanting this back.

The engagement gift?

No. Don't be absurd.

Why don't you open it?

You see, even long before the day
of your engagement party,

I knew that your future
with Daniel

was as empty as that box.

Well, best of luck
with your next endeavor.

Hey.

Hi.

Slow night, huh?

- I closed up early.
- Mm.

Are you okay?

I'm fine. Uh...

You should see the other guy.

I think this belongs to you.

Actually,

it belongs to Amanda.

Sammy was my dog, after all.

Amanda.

I've missed you so much.

Oh, my God.

I know, right?

Jack and I
are gonna have a baby.

Wow.
Congratulations.

I'm sure you both have
a lot of catching up to do.

Just... wanted to return
the collar.

Jack told me
what you did for Sammy.

If it couldn't be me,
I'm glad it was you.

- I'll walk you to your car.
- No. Don't.

Good-bye, Jack.

Knock-knock.

Hope I'm not interrupting.

Nothing to interrupt.

I heard about you and Emily.

I'm so sorry, Daniel.

What can I do?

You can have a drink with me.

Are you sure
that's a good idea?

You got a better one?

I made a mistake telling you,
didn't I?

Well, it's better to find out
that my fiancee is cheating on me

before she's my wife.

Good to know
you've got my back.

Always have.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Charlotte.

I'm headed off
to the airport now.

Why?

Well, I told you,

I'm going to Washington.

Are you all right?

Has getting retribution ever made
you feel better about yourself?

Yes...

When the other party
deserved it.

And if they didn't?

Then you forgive yourself, and you
move on, the quicker, the better.

You know that if you need anything at all,
I'm just a phone call away?

Good.
They're a little early.

Victoria!

I'm fully aware

that I have squandered
any good will

that you have ever felt for me.

But I implore you,
think of our children, of their future.

If you refuse to testify,
they may still have one.

Come on. You have a moral
obligation as a parent--

You come in my house
and you preach morality?

I know that you ordered
David Clarke's murder.

Do not deny it.

David Clarke's death was decided
by people far above me.

The very same people
who will stop at nothing

to destroy the both of us
if you decide to testify!

Well, then so be it!

I cannot live these lies anymore,
and neither will our children!

- Victoria--
- What?!

If you board that plane...

It's gonna be
the last thing that you do.

Then I guess
I'll see you in hell.

Mrs. Grayson, Agent McGowen
sent me to pick you up.

Let's not keep them waiting.

Yeah.

You and Jack halfway to

the Little White Chapel
in Atlantic City yet?

I didn't tell him.

What? Ems...

Why, what are you waiting for?

Amanda's back.

She's pregnant.

O.M.G.

All right. Um...

Look, just stay
right where you are and...

Do not do anything revenge-y
until I get there, got it?

Emily?

Yeah.

I'm on my way.

Check out that sunset.
Only thing missing is you.

We have late-breaking
news of a plane crash

coming out of East Hampton
this evening.

Sarah Juarez is live
at the scene.

The government
chartered twin-engine jet

exploded shortly after takeoff...

At approximately 8:15
this evening.

On board were two witnesses
bound for an unspecified hearing

in Washington, D.C.

We now have confirmation
from the passenger manifest

that one of the witnesses
on that flight

was Victoria Grayson,

matriarch of the embattled
the billionaire Grayson family.

Declan, oh my God,
something terrible has happened.

I think my mom is... is dead.

Declan, please pick up.
Please.

Declan--

Don't you ever,
ever call me again.

We are done.
Do you understand me?

The cause of the explosion
is not yet known.

But there appear to be
no survivors.

Tragedy, of course,
is no stranger to the Grayson family.

It was nearly two decades ago

that terrorist David Clarke,
a top executive...

Charlotte.

Oh, God. Charlotte.

Charlotte!

Charlotte!

Emily...

You okay?

This can't be real.

All of Conrad's evidence,
everything...

that could have exonerated
my father was on that plane.

Not exactly.

I, uh...

unencrypted and backed up
that mysterious hard drive

before I gave it to McGowen.

After the Graysons framed your father,

Americon Initiative
handled the cover-up.

This goes so far past the Graysons

and so far past what
they did to your father.

Hold on to your hat.

It'll work
because he trusts me.

How can you be so sure?

Because I know
David's deepest secret.

- The wife he had before we met--
- The one who died in 1990?

Yes.

If you look a little deeper,

you'll find there's
much more to the story.

What is she saying...

That they killed my mother,
too?

No.

What she's saying is that,
uh...

Your mother's alive.

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