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Previously on Revenge...

What on earth have you done?

I was contacted
at the office by a woman

who told me they were
holding my father

and that he'd be safe

as long as I did
what they told me to.

You're selling your share

of The Stowaway back to Jack.

- It'll work because he trusts me.
- That's impossible.

Where did you get this?

That's not important.
The fact that I have it is.

So it has been you
all this time.

Now you're walking away?

The other side possessed
leverage which, shall we say,

rendered the fight too costly.

Hey. Let's say somebody
was able to remove

this leverage
you're talking about.

We never had this conversation.

With this ring,
you'll be in my life forever.

Smile, Mr. and Mrs. Porter.

Jack?

Hey, Jack.
Come in. It's Dec.

Sacrifice,

by its strictest definition,

takes something precious

in exchange for the appeasement
of a higher power...

An abiding devotion to a cause

that cannot be satisfied
with a simple promise.

Because an oath,

no matter how solemn,

asks nothing in return.

While true sacrifice

demands unspeakable loss.

Mm.

Well, Mrs. Porter,

it has been a perfect day.

And night.

Married eight hours,

and already you're tired
of kissing your wife?

No, no, no, no, no.
Not at all. No. Never.

I'm just exhausted...

- And hot.
- Mm.

Mm.

It's cooler under the stars.

Mm.

Should we take it
back upstairs?

Let's go.

Well,
congratulations, Victoria.

With one bullet,
you've slaughtered us all.

- The bitch had it coming.
- What are we gonna do with her?

I...

Oh, great.

It's her chauffeur.

Apparently, he's growing
impatient in our driveway.

Turn that off.
They can track it.

Not yet.

Unroll the carpet.

What on God's earth for?

I have a plan.
Give me her phone.

Oh, this unseasonal heat
is absurd.

I take it that you disposed
of your clothes last night?

Permanently.

Good.
The staff will be here any minute.

- You've ordered the staff back?
- Of course.

One night without the help
is suspect enough.

Besides, we have
a Labor Day party to prepare.

This really is business as usual
for you two, isn't it?

Precisely the point.

Canceling at the last minute
would draw unwanted attention.

And I'm instating a moratorium

on this "you two" business,
Daniel.

It's time
you stopped blaming us

and started shouldering
some responsibility.

What, like you shouldered
the responsibility

for bringing down that plane
twenty years ago?

Oh, wait. You let David Clarke
do that for you.

So tell me, who's gonna be
shouldering the responsibility

for the murder
of Helen Crowley?

Oh, as fate would have it,
a certain treacherous young bride

has made that a very simple
choice for all of us.

Amanda Clarke?

Are you serious?

She is Charlotte's sister,
for God sake.

What she is
is a vicious opportunist

who has unleashed holy hell
on this family

for a year and a half.

She could give a damn
about Charlotte.

Only her twisted vendetta
against us.

Yeah, a vendetta
that's completely justified.

Perhaps.

But she's no innocent.

Now Amanda has threatened us
with evidence

that would send us
to our graves.

So if dispatching her
to the Initiative

is the only way to win this war,
so be it.

Now before she died,

Helen showed me
a video feed of your office.

And we're going to use it
to our advantage.

I'll meet you in my car
in half an hour.

Daniel...

In my office, if you would,
Ms. Davenport.

Enlighten me, Conrad.

What required my presence
in this godforsaken house

at this godforsaken hour?

Well, I've decided to
change the date

of my gubernatorial announcement
to, uh... this evening.

You've got to be kidding me.

I assure you,
I am not in a joking mood.

This is about Amanda Clarke,
isn't it?

I know she blackmailed you
into giving up The Stowaway.

I was standing right outside
the door when she did it.

What does she have on you?

Well, instead of concerning
yourself with the what,

I suggest you focus on the who.

Ms. Clarke has
in her possession the ability

to dismantle
my entire campaign.

All the more reason
to postpone the announcement.

Oh, I'm afraid
that's not an option.

Therefore I strongly recommend

that you use everything
in your sizeable bag of tricks

to prevent
any further interference

from Amanda Clarke.

Welcome to
my ultra-private,

completely untraceable
mobile conference room.

Or local tavern, in your case.

What are you doing
at The Stowaway?

Well, I told
our favorite lovebirds

that I'd watch the bar
while they're away... nesting.

What's your 20, Mr. Bean?

That's confidential.

You know the rules.

1,000 feet from the beach house
at all times.

Have to keep out of the way
of prying Grayson eyes.

Well, Daniel's eyes aren't prying
so much as drifting as of late.

Look, forgive me.

But wasn't the whole purpose
of snuggling back up with Daniel

to get in with the Initiative?

Yes, one of them, but...

Well, then there's another angle
we've yet to explore.

Padma.

Uh, no. Absolutely not.

I am not putting her
in any more danger

than she's already in.

And I don't trust her.

See? Off-limits.

Why? Look, it's too late
to save her from the Initiative.

She's already in their grasp.

But if the story about her
father's kidnapping is true,

then we might actually
be able to save him...

And her.

He is right, Nolan.

If you really want to help
Padma and her father,

no one's better equipped
to do that than Aiden.

I gotta go.

Ashley.

What a surprise.

I know.
It's been a long time.

That's not what I meant.

What are you doing here?

Sharing concern
about a mutual friend.

I think Amanda Clarke
might be in over her head

with the Graysons.

She ruined an important deal
I'd been brokering

for the sale of The Stowaway
by blackmailing Conrad.

Amanda, blackmail?
I find that hard to believe.

And I would agree with you
if I hadn't seen it for myself.

She stormed over unannounced

and showed Conrad
something on her laptop

that caused him to pull
a complete 180

against his own interests.

What was on the computer?

He didn't say.

But if Amanda's planning
a war against the Graysons,

then she's making
a terrible mistake.

That sounds like a threat.

It's the truth.

Those people are capable
of more

than you and Amanda
could possibly imagine.

- I'll talk to her.
- Good.

- Emily...
- Thanks for the heads-up, Ashley.

Damn it, Amanda.
What have you done?

Good morning, husband.

We overslept.

I miss our little alarm clock.

You want to radio home
and check on Carl

while I get us underway?

Yep.

Then I'm gonna cook you a big,
greasy breakfast,

Captain Porter.

I can't believe
we're really married!

Babe.

Who's been smoking on the...

Hey, Jack.

Nice day for a sail, huh?

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Well, I hate to interrupt
the honeymoon,

but this really couldn't wait.

Okay. Whatever it is,
put the gun down,

and let's talk.

Sorry, J.P., no can do.

You forced my hand
when you got Conrad

to back out of our deal.

He says you two idiots

have got some kind
of leverage over him.

What leverage?

A friend lent me the money
to buy him out. End of story.

Not according to Grayson.

Sounds like somebody's
getting played.

Amanda...
Get him on the phone.

I'm sure we can sort this out.

Okay, fine.

Sit down.
Let's go. Have a seat.

Please tell me

you don't know
what he's talking about.

We do not want
to mess with this guy.

He's seriously deranged.

He would have no problem
hurting either one of us.

Hurting us?

Jack, the guy
snuck on our boat with a gun.

He's gonna kill us

unless we kill him first.

Hey, hey, hey.
Enough chitchat.

I can't get a damn signal
out here.

If you let me sail us
closer to shore,

you'll get a few bars.

Okay.
That's a good idea, Gilligan.

No, no, no, no.
You sit down. I got this.

You.
You come with me.

Come on.

Let's go.

Don't try to be a hero, okay?

Hey, Charlotte.
What are you up to?

I am making a slide show
for Jack and Amanda.

Isn't she just
the most gorgeous bride?

She certainly wears
my earrings better than I do.

But I was actually hoping
to get them back.

Um, you haven't seen them,
have you?

Afraid not,
but feel free to look for them.

Just try to keep it down,
'cause Carl's napping.

Oh, sorry.

But not for long

if that stupid air conditioner
seriously just broke again.

Keep an eye on him for a sec
while I look for Declan?

Yeah, of course.

Oh, my God.

Nate Ryan?

This guy is bad news.
What the hell is he doing?

I don't know.

Amanda stole my computer
so that she could

threaten Conrad
into selling back The Stowaway.

Nate got nothing.

Yeah, I'll tell you
what Nate's got...

a serious criminal record.

He's dangerous.

We need to contact them.

Yeah, well,
both their phones are off the grid.

Declan says they haven't
answered the radio

since they set sail.

I talked to the hotel
in Nantucket,

and they said Jack and Amanda
haven't checked in.

Hey, what about
Jack and Amanda?

Uh...

Oh, I was...
just telling Emily

that, uh,
I talked to the hotel,

and our newlyweds
are firmly ensconced

in their honeymoon suite

with a "Do not disturb" sign
on the door.

- That's a relief.
- Thank you, Nolan.

Um, you don't know how to fix
an air conditioner, do you?

Okay. I don't know
why I ask you.

We need to find Nate.

Do you have his cell phone number?
We can trace it.

I'll get it from Jack's cloud.

Okay, here we go.
Tracking now.

Nate's cell phone's out of range.

But the last time it sent
a signal was...

halfway to Nantucket?

- We need a boat.
- Mm-hmm.

Biscotti from Stefania's.

- Best in the city.
- Oh, thanks. That's my favorite.

I should've had you
join me instead.

I was expecting Helen Crowley
for a breakfast meeting

that she requested,
but she never showed.

Oh, would you like me
to give her a try?

Yeah, just call and confirm
that she'll be coming tonight

to the Labor Day party.

We can talk there.

Ms. Crowley is preoccupied

with a more pressing matter
at the moment.

You've spoken to her?

Oh, yes.

She came over
to the house last night.

It seems someone tipped her off
to the evidence I've been holding.

And let me guess.

Forced you at gunpoint
to hand it over?

No, I gave it to her willingly
to save you.

This story gets
more and more ridiculous

every time you open your mouth.

You never had any evidence
against Helen Crowley

because there never was any
conspiracy against you.

You know damn well
I was never in any danger.

You read the file that
I gave you yesterday, Daniel.

Yeah, yeah, I did.
And everything in it's a big lie.

Listen, all Helen's company
is guilty of

is nearly doubling
the size of our fund.

And you knew that if you spoiled
my relationship with them,

Dad could take back
Grayson Global.

Oh, you need to pull
the wool from your eyes.

No, I need to pull you
from my life.

Grace, can you
get security down here?

Conserve your security, Daniel.

With friends like Helen,
you're going to need it.

Hi. I'm looking
for Nolan Ross.

Yeah, if you find him,
tell him he's fired.

Padma just walked in.

It's for you.

Padma, it's me.

Thank God.
Where are you?

I had an unrelated emergency

that required
my immediate attention.

The guy who handed you the phone...
Aiden Mathis?

He's a friend.

I remember him.
He worked with Daniel Grayson.

How do you know
we can trust him?

Because the same people
who took your father

kidnapped his sister.

You're in good hands,
I promise.

I have to go.

This interruption
had better be warranted.

Well, you tell me, Conny.

I'm holding court
with the Porters as we speak.

Your story and Jack's
aren't exactly matching up.

Oh, well, that's because,
as always,

the wife is the source
of the issue,

leaving the husband
blissfully ignorant

of the mess
he'll have to answer for.

Wait.

Are you telling me
that Amanda's the one

that's got your neck in a vice,
not Jack?

What I'm telling you is

that girl is in possession
of a laptop that belongs to me.

Now if you can
return it intact,

I'll see to it that
your own ambitions are rewarded

far beyond your current ability
to imagine.

Uh, Mr. Ryan,
I will need assurances

that she has neither
the intention

nor the ability
to ever come after me again.

Don't worry about it.
She won't.

Grayson told me about
the computer that you swiped.

We can do this the easy way,

or your new husband
can catch a bullet.

Do you understand me?

Fine.

- You win. It's yours.
- Good.

Just promise me
you won't hurt Jack.

Cross my heart, hope to die.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing?

It's in my backpack.

Oh, yeah, go ahead.

Uh-oh. No bullets.

You think I'm stupid, huh?

You don't think that I checked
this boat before we shoved off?

I took you at your word
when you threatened to kill me

for putting Jacky boy
in the slammer.

I guess now...

I can break that little promise
I just made, huh?

No, stop.
Leave Jack out of this.

Getting together with Jack

was just my excuse
to stay in the Hamptons

while I collected evidence
to bring down the Graysons.

What are you talking about?

They murdered my father
and got away with it scot-free.

I'm here for payback,

something you and I
both have in common.

Come on.
Be smart about this.

You do this for Grayson,

his next move is
to hang you out to dry.

Please, please, please be here.

I've got the proof.
You've got the muscle.

Together we can bring
these people to their knees.

Squeeze them for every penny
if that's what you want.

Thank you, Declan.

Okay, fine.

But I want to see
what's on that computer first,

and then we'll talk.

It's not here.
It's in Montauk.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

Hold everything.
Slow down.

What?

Declan's laptop just came on.

If I can hack his web cam,

then maybe we can see
what's going on.

Look.

It's Jack. He's okay.

Oh, thank God.

Montauk, huh?

You might as well
make yourself comfortable.

I'm turning this tub around.

No, wait.
Something's wrong.

They're on the move.

Okay.

Time of death is 3:05 P.M.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

That thing is practically
as old as my... mother.

What are you doing here?

Charlotte. Hello, Declan.

Hello.

I've come to invite you
to the house.

It's the end of summer,
and it seems we've barely seen you.

And tonight's
our annual Labor Day party.

And things just would not
be the same without you there.

Oh, she needs me
for another publicity stunt.

Take him.

Okay. Hey.

You've wasted your time
coming here.

Dad only needs
the Grayson family by his side.

And I'm a Clarke now,

something to be ashamed of.

Now if you recall,

after our last publicity stunt,

I embraced your paternity.

And I can see
that you've inherited

far more than David's surname.

I'm not ashamed of you, darling.
I'm very proud of you.

Well, I appreciate
the sentiment.

But I'm sorry.
I can't fake any more Grayson smiles.

Oh, Charlotte, please.

If not
for your father's benefit,

do it for
that overheated infant.

It's clear
that he needs a quiet,

temperature-controlled space.

Declan can attest
to how difficult it is

to find a repairman
on Labor Day.

Yeah, she's right about that,
and look, he needs rest,

and so do you.

And I gotta get
back downstairs.

Fine, but only if Declan
can join us

after he finishes his shift.

Of course.

Yeah, thank you.

I'll get Carl's things.

The Initiative
draws you in with false hope.

By the time I got close enough,

it was
too late to save Colleen.

I'm so sorry.

Look, I'm not telling you this
to scare you.

Okay? I've been where you are.
I know how you feel.

And I'm confident that
I can get you out of this

without endangering
your father.

But first we need to be
absolutely certain

that he's still alive.

How do we do that?

Find Helen Crowley.

Start with a simple phone call.

I want to talk to Amanda.

Let me give you some
free marital advice, J.P.

She's only gonna tell you
more lies

'cause that's what wives do.

They screw you over.

I wasn't talking to you.

I heard everything you said.

Is it true?

You were just using me
the whole time?

Jack, I can explain
everything...

Oh, ho, ho! By the book.

You've been had, man.

Yeah, apparently,
I'm not the only one.

Meaning what? Huh?

She's been lying to you, too.

She brought a laptop
on board last night.

Jack, don't...

I saw it. It's gotta
be down there somewhere.

- Is that true?
- No.

Jack, I swear,
you don't know what you're doing.

For the first time
since I met you,

I know exactly what I'm doing.

Jack, please...

How could you do this to me,
to our child?

You're unbelievable.

I'm gonna let you two
fight it out.

Out of my way.

It better be down here, Amanda.

Be honest
for once in your life.

- Is this marriage just a sham?
- No.

You're just using me
to get even with the Graysons?

Jack, when I first
came to town,

I didn't expect to get together
with you, but I did.

Then Carl came along,

and you were amazing and...

I swear,
I can explain everything.

About blackmailing
Conrad Grayson,

threatening to kill a man
while I was in prison?

What kind of person are you?
What kind of mother are you?

I did all of that for you...

For us and Carl.

Look, Jack.

You've given my life meaning.

I love you, Jack.
You have to believe that.

Hey, hey.
Save the rest for divorce court.

Mandy, get your ass down here.

You show me where that computer
is now. Let's go.

Let's go!

It's under the mattress.

Come on!

It's in there.

Get it.

Camera's back online.

What's happening?

What the hell is this?

Now!

Huh?

Hey, hey. Hey!

Hey!

Let's go. Let's go.

Jack!

Oh, God.

Oh. Ohh.

Oh, my God.

Jack!

I think he shot Jack.

Come on, Jack.
We have to hurry.

- What are you doing?
- Saving you.

Amanda...

I love you, Jack.

No.

Amanda. No!

- Where is he?
- No!

Damn it!

Victoria, may I say,
you are positively radiant

in your natural element?

You mean in the midst
of a crisis

or with blood on my hands?

No, I mean, in that dress

at one of your
wickedly extravagant soirees.

Conrad, your gall
never ceases to repulse me.

Overt flattery aside,

this extravagant soiree
marks not only

the beginning of your
farcical political career...

- Oh.
- But the end of summer,

and therefore,
our personal entanglement.

You and I had a deal.

Oh, no, no, no, my pet.

You made a proclamation
that I never agreed to.

And lest you've forgotten,

we can't possibly disentangle
from one another now.

Because of last night?

Well, there is that.

And because voters worship
family values,

and without you at my side,
my ambitions will fail.

You know full well
I could give a whit

about your personal ambitions.

Oh, but you do give a whit
about our son.

So let's press the flesh,
shall we?

- Any sign of Jack?
- No. Not yet.

Keep looking.
He's gotta be close.

Wait. N-Nate's turning
the boat around.

He's probably
going back for Jack.

We have to get to him first.

Let's keep this our little secret,
shall we?

My, uh, compliments
on a lovely evening.

Oh, all credit to my wife,
mister...

- Call me Trask.
- Trask.

I was hoping to ask you
a few questions

if you don't mind.

As a matter of fact, we do.

This is a private function,

and we specifically
excluded the press.

I'm not a reporter,
Mrs. Grayson.

Well, then...

How can we help you?

You can start by telling me
what happened to Helen Crowley.

After Ms. Crowley's driver
dropped her at home,

her phone was switched off,
and we lost contact.

How vexing for you.

And you.

Her driver confirmed that
she was here before that,

meeting with you,
Mrs. Grayson.

That's right.

I proposed a trade...

The evidence I had been holding

in exchange for her assurance

that my son
would not be harmed.

Helen Crowley
doesn't negotiate.

You know, I'm wondering
if her disappearance

is somehow related to
the other thorn in our side.

Uh, David Clarke's daughter
Amanda.

She's our perpetual tormentor.

What leverage does she have?

Well, the copies
of the federal evidence

your people failed to destroy
in last spring's plane crash.

It seems our people failed

at any number of intentions
that evening.

Oh, wasn't I the lucky one?

And how do you suppose
a girl like that

came to possess
such incendiary material?

Well, your former henchman
Gordon Murphy.

He was married to her mother,
after all.

Anyway, Victoria made Helen
aware of the threat

as part of our detente,

and Helen assured her
that Amanda Clarke

would pose no further problems.

And then?

And then I told her to
get the hell out of my house.

Now, Mr. Trask,

I would encourage you
to follow that advice.

Ems, I see him.

I see him.

He's not moving.

Let's go.

Tell me when!

Almost... got it.

I got it.

It's good.

Okay. We gotta
get him outta here.

Jack?

He's alive.

Nolan, there's no exit wound.

You have to get him
to a hospital.

Nolan, I need to know
that you can do this.

Ems, it's Jack.

I will do everything
that I can,

but what are you gonna do?

I can't leave Amanda.

- Ems!
- Just go!

Nolan, go.

Come on. Come on.

Bitch.

Hang in there, buddy.
Hang in.

Last message received today

at 8:47 P.M.

Helen, it's Padma.

I've located Carrion,
but the program is incomplete.

Nolan's the only one
who can complete it,

and I'm the only one
who can convince him to.

But I won't
until you send me proof

that my father is still alive.

Helen's been compromised.

I'm gonna need
to arrange delivery.

Amanda.

Amanda.

Ah! Aah.

Hey!

Ah! Aah!

Emily.

You so much as blink,
and you're dead.

We have to get Jack.

He's safe.
Just get on the boat.

Oh!

Emily!

Amanda, find his gun!

Aah!

Aah!

- Who the hell are you?
- You'll never know.

Bye-bye now.

Aah! Ah!

I'm gonna turn off the gas.

We gotta get outta here now!

Hold on a second.
My necklace.

Amanda, no!

Come on.

No!

Emily, get down!

Amanda!

Amanda!

Amanda, can you hear me?!

Emily.

Amanda!

Okay?

Are you ready?

Helen?

Helen's no longer with us,

but your orders remain.

Deliver the program
in its finished form,

or your father dies.

Before I do anything else,

I need proof that you haven't
killed him already.

I believe
you just signed for it.

Feel free to check
the fingerprint.

No.

Ladies and gentlemen,
it is my honor

to introduce Conrad Grayson
and his family.

Thank you.

And it is our pleasure
to stand here

with our closest friends
and supporters on this Labor Day.

With the blessings and support
of my wife and children,

I have decided to announce

that I will humbly be seeking

the opportunity to serve
as your next governor.

Thank you.

Tell me Jack's gonna be okay.

We'll know as soon as Nolan
comes back with the boat.

Just try to be still.
Save your energy.

Jack...

And my baby...

I need to know that
you'll take care of them.

Don't you talk like that.

Oh, God.

Oh, no.

Give me your word.

I promise.

Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

You've given me the one thing

that I thought
I'd never have...

A real family.

Here.

I'll be back for this.

And I'll be back for you, too.

I promise.

Amanda, wait.

We're sisters, right?

Right.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Oh, God, no.

Amanda.

Oh, God.

No, no, no, no, no.

No.

Oh, God.

It's finally cooling off.

Mercifully.

I look forward
to the change of season.

Sweetheart, are you all right?

What kind of question is that?

Of course he is.

We all are, my dear,
thanks to you.

How are we gonna live
with this?

Like we always do.

We go about our lives
as if nothing ever happened.

And what about Amanda Clarke?

Poor girl.

She chose the wrong enemy.

Sacrifice demands the surrender
of things we cherish

above all else.

Only out of the agony
of those losses

can a new resolution be born...

An undying devotion to a cause
greater than one's self...

Emily!

Emily!

And a moral duty
to see a journey through...

To its absolute completion.

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