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Previously on "Revenge"...

I'm in possession of the only thing

that could one day exonerate you...

A full confession of my own.

"Vito Splendido" made me an offer,

and I'm thinking about taking it.

Jack encouraged me to go.

I think it's odd that
he's trying to push you to leave

now that Emily's single.

You're trying to manipulate me.

No, I'm just trying to
get you to open your eyes.

Daniel and I forced my father
out of "Voulez."

If there was any way I could extricate you

from this new battle
with Victoria, I would.

It's time I put something to bed.

Pascal, I've got Victoria's trump card.

I received your gift.

I will never betray you again.

The letter's not enough
to incriminate the Grayson's,

but Pascal has a piece
of the puzzle that I don't.

- Aiden.
- "TWM" is Trevor Warren Mathis.

Pascal was talking about my father.

As children, we flinch
at the sight of blood,

not yet realizing
it means family, loyalty,

and is the essence of life.

But for all its virtue... Father?

there is the unavoidable reality

that blood is often the child of pain...

and a violent reminder
that anything can be taken away

in the blink of an eye.

No!

Hey.

You all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I-I'm fine.

Thinking about the past
doesn't make for restful sleep.

You know, I just want to march next door

and ask that bastard
what he did to my father,

but I know that would put Pascal on alert.

Well, especially since he and Victoria

are already conspiring against me.

Come on. I made some coffee.

Nolan hacked into my father's
phone and employment records,

even looked into the police
investigation after his arrest.

Nothing can link him to Pascal or anybody

in the days leading up
to his murder, so...

That letter's still a mystery.

Well, then...

Maybe we should talk about that time...

Since we have nothing else to go on.

Oh, what's there to talk about?

We thought my sister had run away.

And while we're reeling
from that, flight 197 happened.

Uh, the police came 'round,

asking questions about
who put the bomb on the plane.

And when my father shot himself,

it just confirmed what everybody thought.

That he was a terrorist.

Which I thought myself for many years...

Until I found out
Colleen had been kidnapped

and he was forced to do what he did...

Which just made his suicide
even more shameful.

He took the coward's way out.
She needed a hero.

Well, there is one
more thing we could try.

- But I can't do it alone.
- Whatever you need.

Morning.

Waking up to you
these past few mornings...

I've missed feeling like this.

You were wasted on Conrad.

It was a mistake.

Marrying for all the wrong reasons

resulted in such misery, hmm.

- Let me deal with Emily.
- No. I will.

- Mm.
- Mnh-mnh.

I'll come back.

Yes?

Mr. Grayson is here for you, Mr. Lemarchal.

Look, I get why you're mad, okay,

but this silent treatment's
lasted three days.

And now that I'm back at "Voulez,"

I want you there, too.

You used me to turn Margaux against Jack.

I just tried to get you both

to see the light about that guy.

I'm sorry for the way I did it, all right?

Just so you know,
your little plan didn't work.

I'm helping Jack with his move.

Char, I'm not making this up, okay?

You know how tight he is with Emily.

Tell me you've never wondered
what their connection is.

I don't care.

Carl's my nephew.

And Jack has never been
anything but nice to me.

And what if you're
blindly defending the man

who's helping Emily demolish this family?

Could you ever forgive yourself?

Ah, I sense the stench
of romance is in the air.

I won't talk about her.

That's not Victoria
I was referencing.

Well, it seems that the only
kindness you'll grant me

after I gave you leverage
to get into her bed

is to keep her out of this conversation.

I owe you nothing, okay?

You can look me in the eye

and tell me that
you're reneging on our deal

instead of hiding out and playing house.

And while you nurse the wounds
of your new loss,

I'm already breaking
in to the South American market.

You wouldn't know
where to begin.

Alberto Loya jumped
at the mention of my name...

Much like people once did
at the mention of yours.

Our business is done.

Hello, mother.

Aiden.

This is Emily... My fiancée.

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It was my
late husband's grandmother's.

I've loved it ever since
he put it on my finger.

And have you set a date?

No. No, not yet.

Oh, it's so dark in here.
You never open the curtains.

No. People still talk.

Oh, well, I... I doubt that.

Is that why I haven't
seen you in eight years?

Well, Emily, uh, made me realize

I've not been dealing with
everything that happened, so...

That's... that's why we're here, yeah?

Then maybe you can help him understand

why this subject
is best left alone, Emily.

Mum, well...
Maybe it would be good to talk,

you know, help...
help deal with things and...

and... and you, too, you know?

Um... I mean, you've...

you've been holing yourself up in here...

This is my life.

You wanted out. You got out.

I knew we shouldn't have come here.

I don't want to cause her
any more pain, Emily.

Yeah, but if we can find
what the connection was

between Pascal and your father,

then maybe we could
take some of that pain away.

Oh!

Hey.

Guess who's the proud owner
of a 30-year mortgage.

Ooh. We can move in whenever we want.

Congratulations, Jack.

I'm sorry I wasn't there.

No worries.

Hey, kid.

You just got yourself a yard.

We should celebrate.

♪ Recall the days I waited for you ♪

Hello?

No, I didn't know.

I'm on my way, yes.

I'm sorry. It's okay, babe.

Go ahead.

Don't forget your keys.

That's right.
Let's get you out of the sun.

There you go. There you go.

♪ You are more than just a dream ♪

♪ you were out of my league

what's wrong, Jack?

Margaux's first move was
re-hiring Daniel Grayson.

His first move was trying to split us up

by telling her that I
had feelings for Emily.

If a woman falls for that...

She must think there's something to it.

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

Rudy.

Rudy, my competitors read your feed,

so, no spoiler alerts, but trust me...

this launch is gonna be beyond redic.

The program is called Myclone,

and it'll have you
talking to yourself in no time.

Are you romancing the blogosphere?

See, techies love it when you call.

It makes them feel so... Retro.

And speaking of,

my lawyer sent over
our business contract...

old-school hard copies.

I still can't believe

we are going into business together.

Well, believe it, partner.

Partner?

Yo, why does this say that

you plan to own 70% of the company?

The program won't be market-ready

until I iron it out, and, uh,

I'm assuming all the
financial risk here, so...

You have plenty of bank.
Investing in this...

it doesn't put you in the poorhouse,

but it does put you back on top, right?

- Excuse me?
- Your last idea...

if memory serves,
it landed you on my cell block.

And before that, was I even born yet?

Wow.

That's a low blow, I mean, even for you.

Look, any other investor

would ask for much more
and care a lot less.

Well, maybe I should find out for myself.

♪ Show me up ♪

I got your message.

What's so urgent it couldn't wait?

♪ Show me up ♪

I'll be back.

♪ Show me up ♪

♪ show me up ♪

Why is my brother
in Miami to negotiate a deal

as important as increasing
our stake in the Americas?

I was right here.

Well, I've decided to
step down in two years.

I think it's time
for me to enjoy other things.

I sent Gideon 'cause he is to take over.

You're grooming him to run things?

He has shown loyalty and determination.

You pulled away at every turn.

I got into the best schools on Merit,

worked from the bottom up
at our competitors,

and approached you only when I was ready.

That's why I asked to launch
"Voulez" in the states.

This has never been my final stop.

Then why make plans to become

a part-time wife and stepmother, huh?

Of course you can't comprehend a woman

who can work and have a life.

That's why you came back for Victoria.

I imagine she's sitting
at home waiting for you.

I have work to do.

It's been far too long.

What a surprise, albeit an honor,

to receive a visit from the queen herself.

You look well, Mason.

And you still lie elegantly, Victoria.

My skin is sallow and my wit squandered,

though I take solace knowing that

I walk in the shackled footsteps of
the greats. Cervantes, Wilde, Voltaire,

all imprisoned as I.

Now, to what do I owe this pleasure?

Emily Thorne...

she's been sniffing around
my family's history.

And as I take a step back,
I can't help but notice

her ties to one thing in particular.

I can't imagine what.

Now, you're the premier expert
on the subject.

Did Emily's name ever
come up in your research?

I will say this.

I was very interested
in Emily at one point.

What was the genesis of your suspicion?

If you think I'm going to
spill my secrets for nothing,

your hubris is as offensive

as my former cellmate's grooming habits.

Oh, well, what would our visit be

without a hint of the mercenary?

What do you want?

A brunch of lobster Benedict and a Gibson

at Bella Monica's...

As free man by, say...

End of the month?

Oh, I'd love a table by the window...

If you can swing it.

Guard!

All right, let's go, Treadwell.

Oh, did I wake you?

No, no, I was just gonna
grab a glass of water.

I don't sleep most nights, so I clean.

I'm sorry about today.

Aiden's just looking for closure.

You're marrying a man
with the broken heart

of a 12-year-old boy.

And I don't know how to help you heal it.

Well, that's... Sort of what bonded us.

My father died when I was young, too.

I'm sorry to hear that, Emily...

Though try to imagine such
a loss made worse by scandal.

Trevor and Aiden were so close.

Spent hours in the shed
doing all sorts of projects.

After that plane crash,

Trevor shut him out
and hid back there alone.

He must have felt so abandoned.

Still, at least he defended his father,

even though his classmates
called him a murderer.

And what did he get in return?

The honor of finding Trevor dead.

Aiden found him?

I never knew.

Everything changed so quickly...

his sister running away,
his father taking his life,

and me trying to wrap my head around

that version of a stranger I married.

I'm glad he's found a little
piece of happiness with you.

I can only hope the same for Colleen.

Your daughter?

I know it's been years...

But I hope the life she
ran away to is a happy one.

I am flattered, Mr. Grayson, but...

My negotiations with Pascal
and Lemarchal Media

are too far along.

We are in final talks.

Your South American media conglomerate

is the belle of the ball,
and yet your friend Pascal

didn't deem you worthy to meet in person.

He had pressing business in New York.

He's a busy man.

Well, that business is screwing my ex-wife.

And he's also screwing you

by not giving you full disclosure.

Within two years, you'll be doing business

with his kid, not Pascal.

Where did you hear this?

I overheard Gideon
throwing his new title around

with the concierge.

Specious bravado has been the kid's
calling card since he was 15...

Whereas...

This is mine.

Call me optimistic, but...

Welcome to Grayson Media.

Oh, I can feel the anger from here.

My father is stepping down

and handing over the company
to my idiot brother.

Which one? Not... Not Gideon?

Huh. I'm sure he has his reasons.

Well, they're obvious.

He's a man. I'm not.

And while Gideon's only learned

how to use the corporate card,

I've studied every single deal
Pascal has ever made.

I've built a successful business,

but yet the only thing that man sees

is me throwing my life away for Jack.

- Ay!
- Ooh. Hey, hey.

Don't let him get to you.
Okay? He's not worth it.

No, you're right.

You're right.

This is gonna bruise.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you
to see this side of me.

I kind of like it.

I'll get you some ice, okay?

Yeah. Thank you.

Jack.

What a nice surprise.

You okay?

Yeah, my father... He makes me so angry.

What did he do?

No, forget about it.

Why? 'Cause Daniel talked you down?

Yeah. I saw that.

Daniel and I are friends.

I don't like jealous men.

I'll see you later.

Hello?

Bad time?

No contact... that was our agreement.

When exactly do you intend to
keep up your end of the deal?

When I'm finished.

You were almost killed after a marriage

I can only imagine was supposed to

have a very different honeymoon.

I could have been stuck in here forever,

spotting a guy named little shiv
on the bench press.

I want to renegotiate.

You have no leverage.

Ah but I do.

I had a visitor.

We gabbed about old times,

laughed about a certain juvie girl.

What do you want?

To know how you intend to
keep your promise to me.

Show your hand within 24 hours,

or I'll show my visitor mine.

Ticktock goes the Clarke.

Mason knows who you are?

Yes, and he threatened to expose me,

so I shut him down.

Oh, and she's being delicate.

You framed Mason
for crimes he didn't commit

and then forced him to confess to them.

Why would he agree to that?

'Cause he's a celeb author
with only one best seller.

She promised him the exclusive rights

to her story of revenge.

Now Victoria is tempting him.

I'm worried he'll talk.

- So, Ems, what do we do?
- You're in Jolly Ole.

We can't exactly traipse in there.

They record every conversation.

- No. No, they don't.
- Jack.

I'm not gonna let this hack
railroad you, Emily, okay?

Hey, I heard there was
a new homeowner in town.

Charlie, taking a break
from distracting my juvenile,

who, once again, has gone delinquent.

Yes, Nolan, I thought I'd see my nephew

and maybe the new house.

Carl's out with Stevie,

and I can't... I can't leave right now.

Well, if you're starting to pack,

I've got some boxes in the car.

I'm, uh...
I'm sorry, Charlotte,

but, um, we're kind of busy right now.

Was that Emily? And who's
trying to railroad her?

I'll, uh... I'll have to call you later.

Thanks for the boxes.

Yeah, sure.

What happened? My mom stand you up?

She's late.

The great Pascal Lemarchal

wrapped around a woman's finger.

I could say the same.

My daughter fires you,

and you run back at the first opportunity.

You're totally oblivious

to what an amazing daughter
you have, aren't you?

I give her credit where it's due.

No, you don't.

No, you've got her
pigeonholed at this magazine

when she's capable of so much more.

You were always so fond of her.

Yeah, I still am...

As my business partner.

She's got a boyfriend, remember?

It's hard to recall since
she never brings him around.

I met him briefly at the opera.

Yeah, and I'm sure he seemed like a...

a real nice guy.

Isn't he?

What I do know is that

she's always wanted your love and respect.

And I just hope that she's not

settling for something
less than she deserves

because you never told
her that she was worthy.

All right. See you around.

When I heard I had new counsel,

I'd never imagined I'd rate
the one and only Stevie Grayson.

- Have we met before?
- No.

But I certainly dined on your reputation

when I was a young journalist

covering nightlife for the daily news.

Your antics inspired the poetry of prose.

And your antics
earned you a life sentence.

Well, at least you still have
the bite of a stiff drink.

Now, since I'm sure
you're presenting as my lawyer

so this conversation can't be recorded,

my burning question is,
for whose team are you playing?

I'm here to help Emily follow through

on the promise Amanda Clarke made to you.

Emily? Wow.

She's such a devoted friend.

This is a motion
to set aside your conviction.

You'll be out in a few months.

Ms. Thorne has also transferred funds

into your canteen account for sundries.

Sundries?

I'm looking for a lot more

than some salve to brighten my complexion.

It's the only option.

Is it?

Tell Ms. Thorne...

I'm going with what's behind door "G."

No!

No, father!

No father. Father, no.

Aiden?

You know, I...

I haven't been back in here...

Since...

You know, every time I'd,
uh, look out my bedroom window

and see our code on the door,

I'd just hate him a little bit more.

"Boys only."

Yeah, we'd devised this... This code

where you'd just write the
bottom halves of letters and...

Silly, really.

He made me feel like we were

sharing some... Some great secret...

When, in fact,

he was the one keeping secrets from us.

Well, you're keeping some, too.

Aiden, you have to tell your mom
that Colleen is dead.

I can't.

I couldn't bring myself to tell her

when I thought that she'd been kidnapped.

My mother's hope for her
children is all she has left.

I can't take that away from her.

But you could
offer her something different...

some answers about the man that she loved.

You're not gonna leave this, are you?

- Have I ever?
- No.

What is it?

I've never seen this before,

and I'd know because this table

is the last thing
my father and I worked on.

"Oscar Chapman."

Who is that?

I don't know.

But my father obviously wanted me to.

Whatever you're holding
over Mason Treadwell, let it go.

We need him out of jail.

Oh, the man confessed... To murder

and sabotaging
the government plane you boarded

in the desperate attempt
to turn state's evidence,

and, lest we forget his most heinous sin,

trying to frame me for it all...

On my wedding day.

Which is why you had him put away.

I assure you, I did nothing of the sort.

Or is this lunacy

a ruse to enter my suite?

Oh, what's the matter?
French grass not greener?

Were we not bound by our sins,
I would be nowhere near you.

Emily's interested in flight 197.

And I think Mason knows why.

Oh, he knows nothing
but how to spin a tale.

And as long as Emily is your enemy,

well, she's an ally to me.

Hello?

Yes.

Are you sure?

Thank you.

Guess who visited Mason in jail today.

Stevie. Hmm.

It seems like your ex-wife
is up to her old tricks.

And if she's working for
Emily, God help her.

It was good to meet you.

- I wish you only happiness.
- Thank you Mrs. Mathis.

I'll be outside.

Yeah.

She's a lovely girl.

Yeah.

Yeah, she is.

Mum, please sit down.

I need to talk to you.

Um...

Look, I... I haven't been honest with you.

Emily and I...

We aren't together.

I needed someone to come with me,

And she was the only person
that I would have by my side.

Why lie to me?

I just...

Wanted to give you some
happy news after my absence.

I'm sorry.

I understood when you left home at 16.

Life here was horrible.

And you kept in touch
as well as young men do.

But when you disappeared just like your
sister, I wondered what I'd done wrong.

Colleen didn't run away, mum.

Some men took her.

And they promised
that they'd bring her back

If dad planted a bomb on the plane.

8 years ago,

I tracked down the men who had taken her,

And I found her.

I'm sorry, mum.

she's gone.

and what about the men?

Also dead.

Good.

I never let myself believe
your father was a monster.

I'm sorry, mum.

You snuck out.

What about nolan?

Aren't you worried about
jeopardizing your partnership?

I think you mean internship.

He tried to get me to
sign a totally bogus contract.

Why would he do that?

'cause he knows Myclone
is next-gen twitter level,

And he wants to get his name trending.

I thought we were tight, but it seems

Is that blond girl... Emily.

- And I know they've never even...
- Ever.

Though she has many men at her
beck and call, including my friend Jack.

- Porter, right?
- Yeah.

Yeah, Nolan had me help
him the day I got here...

Some file-decoding emergency
at a law firm.

- Jack.
- Yeah.

So, they have their little gang

Tell me about it.

Actually, I know someone who can help you.

Who?

My brother.

I had you when I was 19.

I didn't know how to be a father.

Instead of raising you,
I raised an empire.

And our relationship suffered.

And it was easier to have
a connection with your sons.

No.

It's just, by my second marriage,

I was a better father.

Margaux.

My awkwardness with you...

it's because of my regret.

What is this?

My 5-year plan for the company.

We should be further along
with new media acquisitions.

You're being too lax.

And your position
on the DST deal last year...

- that was a mistake.
- A mistake.

I would have handled it differently, papa.

Then tell me.

Oscar Chapman was a freelance
reporter based in London.

Worked for Lemarchal media in '93.

Died in a car accident.

It's another dead end.

- Don't lose hope yet.
- Well, why not?

This whole thing's been a waste of time.

You know that's not true.

You reconnected with your mother.

Yeah. Yeah, you're right.

I can't believe you've been
carrying all of that.

Emily... Thank you.

I know you have a crisis here
with Victoria closing in,

but...

You stayed by me, so...

We've always been there for each other.

I've missed you, too.

Open up.

Open unit 28! Now!

What the hell kind of
game are you playing?

I assume this visit isn't
an overdue "thank you"

for signing over
the deed to Grayson Manor.

You never gave a damn about that house.

You've been after my family
from the start.

What's your interest in Mason Treadwell?

My clients are none of your concern.

Oh, I thought you'd clam up...

So I brought along an old friend.

There was a time when the smell alone

was enough to make you sloppy
and so, so chatty.

Get the hell out of my room.
I probably should...

Since anyone you try to
take into your confidence

ends up deceased.

Or didn't you know that Mason Treadwell

was found dead in his cell tonight?

- What?
- You meddled where you shouldn't,

with no concern for the consequence.

You may be sober, but you still
can't think clearly.

Watch your back, Stevie...

And those of the people you love.

If my, uh, high-school French serves,

allow me to answer.

Your son was busy blatantly
trading your name for favors

and acting like his ascension

was a fait accompli.

He wasn't to share that.

Mm. Dommage.

Well, since he's already
botched that task,

allow me to congratulate
you on your retirement...

Though announcing it so
early is quite the gamble.

I mean, imagine the panic

that'll ripple through your company,

making it easy for vultures
to swoop in and feast.

And you are one of them.

Ah, foul of me, perhaps,

but your Loya deal was my first carcass.

The acquisition will be announced

in the "journal" tomorrow.

Daniel.

My father is grooming me

to take over the Lemarchal empire.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

So I wanted to pop by
and thank you.

I didn't do anything.

You've been a good friend...

Beside me for the whole ride,

since I was a 16-year-old girl

complaining about her father,

until right now, tonight.

Yeah.

You know, you were always special.

That's why I challenged you

to every impossible ski slope
when we were kids.

You just... You just kept winning.

Yeah.

We'll make a great team, Daniel.

And if I'm going to run the company,

I'll need greatness by my side.

So... Come on. Let's celebrate, then.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ah!

Hey. You haven't been
answering your call...

What's going on?

I...

I heard Mason died, and I'm... I'm...

I'm in over my head here.

This damn place, Jack. I'm sorry.

Don't apologize.

You have nothing to do
with what happened to Mason.

I thought I was helping, and I...

and I ended up hurting someone.

God, I never wanted you
to see me like this.

I want you to... I want you to go.

Just go, please.

I'm getting you out of here.

No. Oh, no.

No, I don't...

Jack.

I don't want to be the first
bad memory in your new house.

You won't be.

I'm taking you home to L.A., okay?

Come with me.

Please come with me,
and we could start over.

And you could bring Emily

'cause she has to stop this.

She can't.

This is everything to her.

And I'm...

I'm coming back here to help her finish.

Well...

maybe Daniel's right.

You love Emily, don't you?

- I miss you.
- Mm.

It's been an eventful few days.

Yeah, I agree.

Conrad has decided to declare war.

Well, then, so have I.

I ran Stevie Grayson out of town,

and now it's time to test
my theory about Emily Thorne.

Seems we're both at war.

Hmm.

We have reservations.

We're not going to dinner.

What? No.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Get me out of here!

Help! Help!

Nolan Ross?

And you said you didn't need sundries.

God, your skin. You just look so alive.

All credit due to Emily's face cream,

which contained a Japanese herb

that makes the body
mimic death for 12 hours.

What the hell?

We're outside of the gates?

Well, that was your request, right?

Cash and a new identity.

My private jet will
whisk you away to the Maldives,

where Emily has provided you

with the perfect writer's retreat...

a bungalow off the grid.

Which makes me

a part of one of
Ms. Thorne's infamous plans

in a story that she's obviously

still very committed to finishing.

We need to know that
we have your allegiance.

I only bartered with Victoria

because, frankly, I'd lost faith.

But consider me reborn...

Dead though I may be.

You know, I never thought
I would say this, but...

It's good to see you, Mason.

And what shall we talk about

in our soon-to-be-resumed ride
to the airfield?

Oh, well, I've got a few questions

about another dead reporter.

You ever heard of, uh, Oscar Chapman?

Hey, nolan.

What?

Yeah, I'll tell him.

Okay, bye.

What? Has Mason been neutralized?

He's in the air.

But before he left,

he told nolan that Oscar Chapman
faked his own death.

You don't think he just
wants us chasing our tails?

What, and further delay
his Magnum opus? No way.

The man who might know Pascal's connection

could still be alive.

Then we better pray we can find him.

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