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Previously on Revenge...

The Falcon is back

- on the Graysons' payroll.
- Then let's go hunting.

Could it be that you have lied

about the pregnancy
you claim to have terminated?

You want proof?
I'll give it to you.

I think that we're in this
for the same thing.

To get what we can from Conrad
before we take him down.

So you with me?

I bumped into Emily
on my way in,

and naturally I inferred that
you two had got back together,

- which she confirmed.
- I hope this isn't too awkward for you.

No. All is fair in love and war,
as they say.

Charlotte!

What just happened?
You okay?

This is for Padma and Colleen.

- What happened with Trask?
- He killed Padma.

Destroying evidence?

I'm not saying a word.

A person's true identity

can often be difficult
to discern,

even to themselves...

Causing one to question
their character,

their calling,

their very existence.

For most,
time provides clarity.

But for others,

these questions
remain unanswered,

for an identity
cannot be fully defined

when it is a guarded secret.

You know, I've even missed
your mysterious exits.

I didn't want to wake you.

I haven't slept this well

since there was
a ring on your hand.

History repeating itself,

just like us.

So I made reservations
at La Bernadier for lunch.

Oh.

I got that table you like.

We don't have to hide the fact
that we're dating anymore.

Might as well go on
a few actual dates.

Ems?
You there?

Sorry. I was...
up worrying about Nolan.

The police were
questioning him all night.

But they didn't charge him?

That's because
he didn't murder anybody.

Well, I've learned
the hard way,

that the truth
doesn't always set you free.

Listen, they're gonna
release him in a few hours.

I really want to be there.

Then let's put lunch on hold.
Give me five. I'll drive you.

No, I... I think I should
probably go by myself.

The press is gonna be
all over this.

You remember what they were like
when you were acquitted.

Like sharks in a blood frenzy.

I'll call you later, okay?

Well, someone out there
clearly has you targeted.

I'm just trying to protect you.

Oh, spare me.

The only thing you're protecting
is your pompous campaign.

Here are the medical records
you so sensitively demanded.

Proof of the termination
of my pregnancy.

Though what
you're going to do with it,

I can only imagine.

Well, my plan is to stay
ahead of the press.

Nightline's reporters
are among the most thorough.

If they try and break
the scandal this evening,

we are now poised to counter
with an appropriate response.

You mean spin.

Victoria, you were
a sixteen-year-old girl,

the victim of horrible abuse
by your stepfather.

Your own mother banished you
to the streets.

Now detestable as it is,
the truth,

in this case,
would only work to our advantage

and highlight the campaign's promise
of full transparency.

The cavalier way that you
exploit my personal pain is appalling.

Well, if you've been suffering
with your choices

all these years, my dear,

I'm only happy I was able
to provide you

with a comfortable place
in which to agonize in style.

We need to adjust
your talking points

for this evening's Nightline
interview downtown.

You are deranged if you think

that I'm going to sit
by your side on live TV

while I expose my personal life
to shore up your voting base.

Well, my darling,
your presence is mandatory,

so I suggest that you be
on the chopper at 5:00.

And I suggest
that you go to hell.

- Hey.
- I come bearing gifts.

Black coffee for you,

skinny nonfat cappuccino
for me,

and a not-too-hot
hot chocolate for Carl.

I'm sorry.
I have no idea what babies drink.

Not that.

Thanks, Ashley.

And that's not all.

- What's this?
- Conrad's official schedule.

I may have been demoted,

but I still have access
to his calendar.

Is there anything here
I can use?

The election's a week away.
I still don't have enough leverage

to get Conrad to confess to
what he did to Amanda.

Allow me to draw your attention

to the three
tax board meetings this week.

They're all rubbish.

He and I concluded the tax board
sessions last month.

My guess...
Those meetings are a smoke screen.

What do you think
he has planned?

I wouldn't put anything
past that man,

but unfortunately,
I'm unable to dig any further

without arousing his suspicion.

Don't put yourself at risk.

I can take care of it
from here.

Well, do it quickly.

He's gaining confidence,
and with good reason.

Recent polling showing

Conrad Grayson within
striking distance

of embattled incumbent
Governor Mark Stoddard,

who seems to be fielding

one bad campaign leak
after the next.

In other breaking news,

tech guru Nolan Ross has just
been released from custody

after being held
for questioning in the murder

of former employee
and rumored lover Padma Lahari.

Go.

Thanks, Aiden.
I'll see you soon.

Twenty hours

they kept me in that place,

Shoving pictures of Padma
in my face...

The crime scene, her body.

Nolan, I know how you're feeling.
I'm sorry.

I want to help you.

- How?
- By taking down the Falcon.

Listen, if it weren't for him,

they would never have been able
to frame my father

or force Padma
into delivering that program.

It doesn't matter who killed her,
Nolan.

The Falcon is the reason
that she's dead.

Look, believe me,

I want to make him pay.

But he's been underground
for two decades.

No one knows
what he looks like,

- let alone how to contact him.
- Victoria does.

She gave Conrad documents
this morning

that prove she terminated
her first pregnancy,

but we both know that's a lie,

which means that she's got
someone covering her tracks,

someone tech-savvy enough

to alter hospital records
in a matter of hours.

Uh, what hospital?

I tracked down the nun
who helped Victoria.

She sent me to St. Michael's,
but, of course,

there's no record of her
ever giving birth there.

I... I'm sorry.

I can't go head-to-head
with the Falcon.

He's... the best there is.

Better than me.

I don't believe that
for a second.

Nolan, listen to me,
this could be our only chance

to bring the Falcon
to his knees.

But I can't do it alone.

Then let's take
the bastard down.

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We were mortified at the evidence
presented at the trial.

David Clarke was
our trusted friend,

or so we thought.

Once the prosecution
presented the data

seized from his computer,

David's betrayal became clear.

Uh, the communiques,

the money laundering...

The evidence
was black-and-white.

Evidence fabricated
by the Falcon.

Look, I know how important
taking this guy down is to you,

but are you sure
about using Nolan?

I mean, if he makes a mistake,

then you risk jeopardizing
your own operation.

Nolan was like a son
to my father.

And after what happened with Padma,
he needs this.

I found it.

I searched the records
at St. Michael's Hospital,

and look what I found
buried in the code.

So this Falcon...

He just works
for the highest bidder?

True hackers are all about
the challenge,

- proving they're the best.
- So his ego is his weakness.

- We can use that to draw him out.
- How?

If Victoria believes
that someone found out

- about her procedure...
- she would go straight to the Falcon,

accuse him of sloppy handiwork,

and that would blow
his motherboard.

I think I've got just the thing
to push Victoria over the edge.

Oh, Patrick, sweetheart,

be quiet for Mommy, please?

Shh.

Reminds me of Arshile Gorky.

- With a dash of Kandinsky.
- Art student?

Just spend a lot of time

at the New York Artist Academy
library.

- I'm the Dean of Admissions there.
- Oh, wow. Small world.

You have a good eye.

And he has a matching pair.

Oh, no.
I'm just the baby's au pair.

You know, we have
several scholarships available.

_

_

You can imagine how deeply
disturbed I was by that e-mail.

Clearly, someone has managed
to expose your forgery,

which you led me to believe
was next to impossible.

Not next to impossible. Impossible.

Oh, I suggest that you
consult an online dictionary

for the meaning of the word.

Don't forget that while
you may be able

to disguise your voice

with parlor room theatrics,
I know your true identity.

- What do you want?
- The source of the leak.

Uncover it, seal it...
Permanently.

- Hey.
- Emily.

What are you doing here?

Well, Nolan said that
you've been calling, so...

I wanted to let you know
that he's okay,

but he's just gonna lay low.

You didn't have to come
all this way to tell me that.

I wanted to check in
on my godson as well.

Emily, I don't need you

coming down here all the time,
worrying about us.

Well, I do worry,

and I promised Amanda that
I'd look after her family.

While shacking up with
the one that ruined hers.

Jack...

I can't do this right now.

I got somewhere I gotta be.

Carl hasn't cried once
since his last bottle.

I think I'm starting
to get the hang of it.

Ashley.

I thought you hated babies.

Turns out,
Carl's the exception.

He's quite the little charmer.

Like I said, Emily, we're okay.

The only way
I'll make it through Harvard

is if you're by my side.

Your grades won't matter
as much

if you crush the S.A.T.,

top it off with a killer essay

and a letter from my father.

No, I... I just don't think
I'm a Harvard guy, Charlotte.

I was thinking more like
N.Y.U. or something.

But they want
a killer essay, too,

and I haven't even started
the first sentence.

Well, look,
I'll come over tonight

and help you out with it.

By the time we're through,

there won't be a dry eye
in that admissions office.

Thank you.

Good luck,
not that you'll need it.

Bye.

You sure know
how to hit a bitch.

- Looking for round two?
- Relax. It's a compliment.

So you're "overachieving
Ivy leaguer" now?

Last year, weren't you
"spoiled, angry party girl"?

Which one's
the real Charlotte Grayson?

It's Clarke.
What do you want, Regina?

A simple answer.

When you took all those pills
last year,

were you really trying
to kill yourself?

What the hell
kind of question is that?

The kind I wish
I could ask my brother.

He did the same thing
last summer.

Swallowed, like,
half a pharmacy.

I was just wondering
what he was feeling before he died.

That really sucks.

You want to get outta here?

Yes. The whole world.

I still can't believe
Padma's gone.

It's crazy, but, uh...

sometimes I...

catch myself I.M.ing her,
like, at work,

like she's still down the hall.

And then it...

- It hits me all over again.
- That's not crazy.

The loss never really
goes away.

But taking action
helps with the pain.

I should've tracked down
the Falcon

- while David was still alive.
- Don't do that to yourself.

You are not responsible for this,
Nolan.

The Graysons
and the Falcon are.

Ooh. Somebody...

Just accessed
Victoria's medical records.

Falcon took the bait.

Oh, which means
he's about to trigger

that little rewrite
I did to his code.

A little too on the nose?

Got him to respond
the way we wanted him to.

Mm-hmm.

"D.Y.T."?

"Defend your title."

Back in '88,

I set the world record
on Street Fighter

at the MongoBlaster Tournament.

It was held at, uh,
Teddy's Arcade in Brooklyn.

Looks like the Falcon's
ready to play.

_

Tell Nolan to take
as much time away as he needs,

and if there's anything else
I can do to help,

just let me know, okay?

Thanks, Daniel.
And Nolan says thanks, too.

Listen, I was thinking about

coming to the studio later
to see your interview.

That is, if you think
your father won't mind.

No. No, not at all.

I... I'd love to have you there.

Great.
I'll see you then.

I love the Jedi mind trick
on Danny boy.

But it'll all be for bubkes
if I can't break the Falcon.

You will.

Mr. Takeda,
thank you for the meeting.

- It's been a long time.
- Yes, it has.

- Please take a seat.
- Thank you.

I know your time is valuable,
so I'll get to the point.

I'm concerned
about Aiden Mathis.

He's recently made
some unauthorized,

and dare I say,
reckless trades.

Well, big risks, big rewards.

Unfortunately,
his aggressive style

has upset
some long-term clients...

Clients that I can't afford
to disappoint.

Now I assume you've
kept your personnel files

of all your employees.

Absolutely. Extensively.

I was wondering if I could
look over Mathis',

if you wouldn't mind,
of course.

Yes...

Daniel, how...
How familiar are you with the Overton...

Mr. Takeda.

This is a surprise.

If, uh, if you two gentlemen
are finished,

I'd like to take my old boss
out for a drink.

Of course.

Mr. Takeda, thank you
for agreeing to the meeting.

- Appreciate your help.
- Thank you, Mr. Grayson.

This place is awesome.

I had no idea it was here.

Well, the coolest places
are the hardest to find.

Same goes for people.

Definitely true in your case.

You sure don't make it easy.

I don't care what people think.

That must be nice.

Why do you?

I mean,
you're practically a celebrity.

You should be out
using the Grayson name

to do whatever you want.

But instead,
now you hide from it.

I'm not hiding.

I just don't have the luxury
of being invisible.

If I mess up, my parents
know about it within ten minutes.

Screw them.

Embrace your inner bad girl
and come out with me tonight.

I can't.

I promised Declan I'd help him
with his college essay.

Or you can tear it up with me

and to hell
with the rest of the world.

It's your choice.

Jump in anytime.

I'm waiting for someone.

You win.

A bird of prey, perhaps?

Falcon?

Smart move, using Grayson
to get my attention.

- What do you want?
- Thanks to you,

I'm currently the prime suspect
in the murder of my girlfriend.

And there are
certain details of my life

I'd prefer didn't surface
in the investigation.

I need everything on this drive
scrubbed from the web.

I'd do it myself, but, uh...

They're watching
my every keystroke.

- I'll pay you whatever you want.
- Don't insult me, Ross.

Did you hack into the State Department
back in '91 to make money?

Oh, yeah.
I know everything about you.

Your real middle name is Leslie.

Your hacker handle
was "Lord Zolton."

You used to visit David Clarke in prison,
which means

you undoubtedly believe
I played a role in his demise.

Look, will you help me or not?

I think I'll pass.

Uh, how about, uh...

We play for it?

I win, you do the job for me.

- And when I win?
- You won't.

Jack, what's going on?

I'm sending you some pics.

Listen, um...

Oh, my God.
That's Alison Stoddard.

What the hell is Conrad doing
with the governor's wife?

You're out of practice, Ross.

You've been spending too much
time in the real world.

What?
You should visit it more often.

You of all people should know,

the only existence
that matters is online.

You know what?

You are hiding in a world
of ones and zeros...

Too afraid to make
an emotional connection.

Caring for someone
doesn't make you weak.

It makes you stronger,

which is why...

You... just...

got... schooled.

Ugh!

You win.

Oh! Knockout.

Now...

You either honor our agreement,

or it's game over

for your precious
hacker reputation.

Charlotte.

You've been avoiding me.

No, Mother.
I've just been busy.

Punching classmates
in the face?

Would you have approved
if I slapped her instead?

Now if you'll excuse me,
I'm outta here

before Dad drags me
into his interview.

Oh, you're safe.

I believe he's on the way
to the studio right now.

And I believe you're mistaken.

Ah, and for
the piece de resistance,

the true heart and soul
of our family home,

my ever-beauteous better half,
Victoria.

Conrad, what is this?

The full-access tour
for the Nightline audience.

Uh, would you mind
if we take a few minutes

before Ms. Chang's arrival?

Looks good.
That's great.

Now, now, now,

before you turn me to stone
with that look,

you left me with little choice,
my dear.

And you have left me with
a little bit of a migraine.

I expect you to convey that
to Ms. Chang.

Oh, Victoria, look, I...

Look, I'm sorry for the ambush,

but I implore you.
Would you do this for me?

My God.
You really do want this.

Oh, second only to how much
I've always wanted you.

Well, you can only have
one of those.

Never fear, Conrad.

I'll assist you
in your rise to power.

Your emotions for Emily
have endangered her mission.

Daniel's growing
suspicious of your past,

a past that
should have been erased,

along with your name.

I thought my sister
was still alive.

I wanted to keep my name
so she could contact me.

More emotions.
More mistakes.

No.

Emily needs me.

You're wrong.

This path that you've led us down
leads nowhere.

You see,

I killed the man
who murdered my sister.

It gave me no peace.

So vengeance isn't the answer.

And when Emily's mission
is over,

then she'll realize that.

And I'm gonna end this, fast,

and with no more casualties.

And there's nothing
that you can say

that would change my mind.

Governor Mark Stoddard

and his wife Alison
have been married for 28 years.

Both native Ithacans.

Alison actually defeated Mark

in the race to become
student council president.

I don't think that Conrad and Alison

are having an affair.

Is she even his type?

She's a woman.

Something else is going on.

But what could it be?

I couldn't say,

but after years spent

in the revolving door
of Grayson manor,

I do know one thing.

Conrad has a tell.

It betrays when he's lying.

- He opens his mouth?
- No, it's in his eyes.

If I had five minutes
with that man,

I swear I could get
to the bottom of this,

but unfortunately,
I am persona non grata again.

Not if you play
your cards right.

Who knew I had it in me?

Oh, besides you, of course.

Although... Truth be told,

you throw me a token and jump me
in front of Street Fighter,

and... I turn into
Bruce friggin' Lee.

Until, uh...

I'm in front of actual
flesh-and-bone bad guys,

and I... fall apart.

You got the Falcon to do
exactly what we needed.

Yeah, I gotta give her props
for that Victor/Victoria gag.

No wonder no one could find... shim.

Well, that's about to change.

I've gotta get
to the interview.

I will text you
an I.P. address

- right before they go live.
- I'll be ready.

Don't worry. No one can prove
you mothered a kid out there.

Not even the kid.

Are you absolutely certain?

Because there is a news crew
setting up in my living room,

ready to go live.

Do you understand me?

You weren't the target.
I was.

You just got caught in some
high-tech cross fire between hackers.

I won't be collateral damage
in your duel.

I told you,
your secret is safe.

I... I got the scholarship?

Two years at L'Ecole Des Beaux-Arts,
all expenses paid.

Your flight to Paris
is next week.

There's only one ticket.

Well, because there's
only one scholarship.

But I can't just leave Patrick.

You have a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity, Vicky.

The kid's parents
will find another nanny.

Thank you.
No, it'll be great.

I'll talk to her now.
All right.

You made it.

Deja vu.

Are you sure you're ready
to face the cameras again?

The question is, are you?

The producers are pushing
for you to join me.

Now I know
it's a little late...

Daniel, how quickly
have you forgotten?

Emily values her privacy.
Isn't that so?

Actually,
I'd love to do whatever I can

for Conrad's campaign.

What's good for one Grayson
is good for all of you, isn't it?

I'm as grateful
as I am humbled.

- Then it's settled.
- Great.

Daniel, we're ready.

I'll corner Conrad as soon
as the interview's over.

And I'll keep my ears open.

So, Daniel,

the last time
you sat down with Nightline,

you had just endured
a grueling murder trial,

Grayson Global was on the verge
of financial collapse.

And yet,
here we are a year later,

you're C.E.O.
of the family business,

you're reunited
with your fiancee,

and Vanity Fair went so far
as to call you

"this generation's
John-John and Carolyn."

I... I don't know about that last part,

but, um, I won't deny

I'm thrilled
to be back with Emily.

Well, in keeping with
your father's platform for transparency,

perhaps you'd like to comment

on the flip-flop
from last year's interview.

Back then, you vowed
full support for your father,

and yet, recently,
there have been reports

that you led a coup
against him at Grayson Global.

All due respect, simply the press
trying to stir up a story.

No, my father stepped down

to focus on
his political career,

and I humbly filled
the vacancy.

- Fair enough.
- Now, Emily,

the press is clamoring for details
about your rekindled romance.

And yet, you don't seem
to share the Graysons' policy

for transparency.

Well, Daniel and I
aren't ones to kiss and tell.

You know,
when Daniel suggested that

you join us for this interview,

I asked him if there were
wedding bells in the offing,

and he said I should
ask you directly.

Well... one thing that I've learned

is that you never can be certain
what the future holds.

That being said,

I can't imagine
an honor greater

than joining
the Grayson family.

Well, from where I'm sitting,
it's a perfect fit.

- Jack.
- What do you want?

Listen, I'm sorry
you had to see that.

I owe you an explanation.

You don't owe me anything.

What you saw tonight,

- it isn't what you think.
- I know what I saw, Emily.

You're gonna be a Grayson.

And frankly,
I don't want anyone from that family

around my son.

What are you saying?

I don't want you to be
Carl's godmother anymore.

Bye, Emily.

_

Yeah?

Okay, slow down.

Oh, it's Declan.

I completely forgot
to cancel with him.

- Go. I'm right behind you.
- All right.

- Declan.
- Charlotte, hey.

I thought you were gonna
help me with this essay.

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine.

It's just, my parents have
this stupid interview,

so they've hidden me away
in the tower

to maintain the family image.

Well, then why don't I
come to you?

I can bring Carl, and...
and he'd love to see you.

I know his uncle would, too.

Um, I don't think
that's a good idea.

Look, I promise
I'll help you tomorrow.

I really gotta go.

Hold on. I...

- Can you check again?
- We're on the list.

Excuse me, sir?
Can you please check one...

It's under "Grayson."

Hey, Charlotte, over here.

Pose for the camera.

Hey, come on.

How about a smile, ladies?

Feel like putting on a show?

Well, needless to say,
a man in my position

will always be subjected to
scandal and turmoil.

But the challenges that
we have faced as a family

have only fortified
our commitment to truth,

- openness, and accountability.
- Okay, yeah.

That's precisely why we've
welcomed you into our home.

Well, I have to say,
I'm so happy to hear that,

because my team has just
independently confirmed

a tip that we received
about a long-secret pregnancy...

Uh, Juju, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna stop you right there.

Uh, apparently,
it was only a matter of time

before my opponent would use

this painful chapter
of my wife's past against me.

Victoria faced a tragic choice
in her adolescence, and...

I know that if she had
the opportunity to do it over,

she would obviously
have chosen life.

Mr. Grayson, I'm sorry.

Just to be clear,

are you saying your wife
had an abortion?

In 1973, yes.

And while we wish we could've
kept the matter private,

we're not afraid of the truth.

Wait. Wait.
For the record, Mrs. Grayson,

are you now denying
that you abandoned

a six-month-old boy
named Patrick

to enroll
in a European art school?

The story is true.

Nightline will be back
after this commercial break.

I really should watch
more television.

Oh, I thought
you might be calling.

The only evidence

of Victoria's son...

Existed on my computer, Ross.
How did you do it?

What, you didn't catch
that little present

that I left on your jump drive?

The second you plugged it in,

a shadow program
automatically booted,

giving me
access to your computer,

which I can see you
hacking away on

at your
not-so-secret cyberspot.

I already know everything there is
to know about you,

and, uh, I'm not the only one.

Check your in-box, Edith.

Yeah.

Nice, clear shot, wouldn't you say?

The FBI certainly thought so.

Keep your hands
where I can see 'em.

You messed
with the wrong person!

So did you.

The Falcon was a consultant
for Grayson Global...

Edith Lee.

Back then,
she was just a computer prodigy

brought in to design
the company's internal network.

So when the Graysons
needed an expert

to fake evidence
against my father,

they used someone in-house.

David Clarke's betrayal
was the birth of the Falcon.

After that,
she erased her identity,

went off the grid.

There was a girl
in the retreat photo.

She never showed up
in any of my research.

I always just assumed she was
an employee's daughter.

Another face for you
to cross off.

Actually...

This one's all you.

To Padma.

And David.

Listen,
I'm gonna call you later, okay?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How are you holding up?
- I'm fine.

At this point,
nothing my parents do surprises me.

Even the likelihood that
you have a brother out there?

Yeah, well, maybe that,
but right now

all that concerns me is you.

Are you angry?

Why, because my boyfriend

sandbagged me on live TV?

Boyfriend?

You know, that's the...

That's the first time
you've called me that

since we got back together.

Listen,
I'm sorry for what I did.

But you didn't leave me much choice.
All right?

The only thing keeping us
from being together is you.

And if history really is
gonna repeat itself,

I can't do this.

I want to spend the rest
of my life with you, Emily.

But only if you want the same.

The next time I see you,

if you decided to put
that ring back on your finger,

I'll have my answer.

If you're thinking of jumping,
allow me to assist you.

I'm in no mood
for your gallows humor.

That's ironic,

considering how you hanged
my reputation tonight.

Your reputation?

I don't give a damn
about your reputation.

Yeah, or your son
you've been covering up.

Or how did she put it?

You abandoned, yeah,
all those years ago.

Well...
It's only a matter of time now

before the media bloodhounds
drag him out into the open.

I'll leave you to your demons.

Hey.

Hey.

Thanks for watching Carl.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

I was watching
the Grayson interview on TV.

Whole family's a train wreck,
aren't they?

- Except for Charlotte.
- Yeah.

So this, um,
Emily and Daniel thing...

is that, I don't know,
is that weird for you?

I'm done with Emily.

I don't want her
around my son anymore.

Dec, from now on,
we gotta be careful who we trust.

Who, like Ashley?

Ashley's slick, but...

I'm using her to my advantage.

Good night.

Good night.

Quite a show.

You know, if I were still

your trusted
director of communications,

I would've advised
against live television.

Yeah, well,
hindsight is always 20/20.

Or Nightline in this case.

Ms. Davenport,
did you really come all this way

to vaunt your ability to gloat?

I also came to help.

You need to be more careful.

I've put too much into this
to sit on the sidelines

in the final week
of the election

and watch it go down in flames.

Welcome back.

Hello, Nolan.

Victoria.

Um...

What a... well...

Pleasant surprise.

To what do I owe?

You're a computer genius,
and a reformed hacker

if one's to believe
your publicist.

Oh, she added "reformed."

Might I add...

Reinstated sole owner
of Nolcorp?

Oh. Interesting.

Mm.

And... in return?

Help me find my firstborn son.

As much as I hate to say it,

shouldn't you be with Daniel
right about now?

I was.

Daniel's pushing me
to define our relationship.

What, are you asking me
for my permission?

I don't know.

Well, this was your plan all along,
wasn't it?

Rip the golden boy
away from his family,

tear the Graysons apart
from the inside?

Leave them broken, powerless.

Yes.

Well, then tell me
this one thing.

When this is all over, when...

When they've paid for what
they did to your father, then what?

I can be with you.

Then marry the son of a bitch.

And take them down

once and for all.

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