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Previously on Revenge...

Tyler was shot three times.
We can float the theory

there was a third person
on the beach.

Charlotte told the cops that
she saw some guy in a hoodie.

- Were you high last night?
- You're supposed to be on my side.

I don't care who
you're protecting or why,

but as of now,
I'm gonna start protecting you.

(Nolan) What are you gonna do
with the tapes?

One of them is
gonna be found on Amanda.

To frame her

for torching casa Treadwell?

What the hell are you doing?

(Grunts)

(Victoria) Mason thinks his
tapes were destroyed in a fire.

- You know what this is?
- A wire receipt for $5 million.

It was in Amanda's jacket.

- Let Amanda go.
- I can't do that.

(Judge) I order Daniel Grayson
to the maximum security

correctional facility
on Rikers Island.

(Buzzer sounds)

(Emily) Doubt is a disease.

It infects the mind,

creating a mistrust
of people's motives

and of one's own perceptions.

Doubt has the ability
to call into question

everything you've ever
believed about someone...

And reinforce the darkest suspicions
of our inner circles.

(Daniel's voice) "Emily,
I need you to know

"that I'm not guilty
of what they're accusing me.

"Something happened
on the beach that night

"that I don't yet
fully understand.

"I only hope you'll still be
by my side

when the truth
finally comes to light."

(Knock on door)

(Sighs)
What do you want?

Well, world peace,
but I'll start small.

Croissan'wich?

Look, when was
the last time you ate?

- Or slept, for that matter?
- I don't have time to sleep.

Daniel's about to stand trial
for murder

and Victoria's circling
Amanda as a patsy.

Well, you gotta give her
points for consistency.

And if Amanda resurfaces,

the second they pick her up,
she gets arrested,

it'll all come out.

It's gonna be over for you.

Takeda has her.
She's secure.

For now,

but if he finds out
you're going against him

by trying to get Daniel sprung,
well...

Takeda just might
release the kraken.

Then I'll deal with it.

(Chuckles)
Wow.

Deja vu.

I wonder what kind of box
he'll make you in woodshop.

Takeda was right
about one thing.

I lost focus.

I became emotionally involved.

That won't happen again.

(Chuckles)

(Cell phone beeps)

(Sighs)

Enjoy.

That's the guy.
You nailed it.

Your brother could go to prison
for the rest of his life for this.

Is that what you want?
(Doorbell rings)

Yeah, Mom.
That's totally what I want.

Then help us help him.

How many times can I say this?

It was dark.
I couldn't see the guy's face.

So you're not certain
it was a guy, hmm?

Could it have been a woman

whose hair was tucked up
into the hood?

Someone like my half sister?

I have no idea.

Amanda and I weren't
exactly close growing up.

Hey, Charlotte.

Mrs. Grayson, hi.

Hi, Declan.

What are you doing here?

It's orientation day, right?

I mean... If...
If you're still cool with me

going to Collins with you.

Of course I am.

Declan,

I need you to think really hard

about the hooded person
you saw on the beach.

Charlotte's starting to think
that it was a woman

you both saw in the blackness.

It's like you said,
it was blackness.

It all happened so fast,
I don't think I'd be much help.

Enough, Mom.
We've got orientation.

Declan needs to make
a good first impression.

- A word?
- Yes, ma'am.

Let's get outta here, huh?

My thoughts exactly,

except I'm really
not feeling orientation.

It seems like
more of a beach day.

- Any luck with the sketch?
- We're still working on it.

Any leads on Amanda Clarke's
whereabouts yet?

My investigators are former FBI,
CIA, respectively.

They'll find her.

But for now, she appears to
have vanished without a trace.

Well, that must have
taken some doing on her part.

Which is why I'd like
to explore other avenues

of reasonable doubt.

I won't be satisfied
until you exhaust every effort

to find out where she's been

and what she's been doing
for the past 18 years.

That girl is involved,
and I am dead certain of it.

Victoria, we can't put all our eggs
into one particular basket.

If we can't prove that Amanda
was on the beach that night,

the prosecution wins,
and Daniel stays in prison.

Which is why we'll need
to present the jury

with at least one other
viable suspect.

Well, what about Jack Porter?

He was dating Amanda,

and she had him convinced
that our family

was somehow involved

in the terrible things
that her father did.

You think they're aligned
in some sort of vendetta?

What we think is not
the relevant point.

It's what the jury thinks.

Maybe Charlotte did see
a man on the beach after all.

(Door closes)

Okay, so what's up
with this urgent text?

I've been thinking about
that wire receipt.

Look, the Graysons
bought off your girlfriend.

What else is there
to think about?

I called the bank.

They wouldn't tell me if the account
was even in Amanda's name.

Obviously.
Who else's would it be?

That's what I want you
to find out.

Do your hacking thing.
Get into the bank records.

Okay, Jack... hey.

This is not you.

You need to just
put this behind you.

How am I supposed to do that?

Okay, hey,
I'm on your side, man.

Okay, then tell me
what side I'm on,

'cause I don't know anymore.

I thought Amanda had something
to do with Tyler's murder,

but now
all signs point to Daniel,

so where the hell did she go?

And why hasn't she
contacted me?

And what's the deal with
all this money and the blood...

The blood I found
on her jacket?

It doesn't make any sense.

So I'm sorry, Nolan,
if I can't just

put it all behind me.

(Footsteps approaching)

(Sighs)
What's going on?

We're waiting for a trial date.

Conrad, Victoria.

I'll talk to you then.
(Cell phone beeps)

The People vs. Daniel Grayson

will commence
the first week of December.

Well, it's as speedy a trial
as we could've hoped for,

I imagine.

What about revisiting bail?

Unfortunately, we're dealing
with a hard-line judge.

Barring
a life-threatening condition,

Rikers will be Daniel's home
for the foreseeable future.

I think the best thing that we
can do for Daniel right now

is to track down Amanda Clarke.

(Cell phone beeps)
Excuse me.

As of this morning,
Amanda Clarke is no longer

our sole focus.

(Notebook and pen clatter)

The sketch artist has come up with
an equally compelling suspect.

This looks like Jack Porter.

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You're friendly
with Jack Porter.

How well do you know him,
exactly?

Well, how well I know him
is gonna be far less important

than how he's known
around town.

Do we really want to suggest

to the people who are gonna
make up the jury pool

that Montauk's favorite son
could be the killer?

Well, unless
Amanda Clarke surfaces,

we may never know exactly
what happened that night.

And the defense could paint Jack
as a typically sensible man

driven to illogic
by a conniving temptress.

Wouldn't be the first time.

I think Emily's got a point,
though.

These days, a bartender makes
a far less compelling target

than a member of the 1%.

What we need is a spin doctor
on our side, a good one.

Mm. Somebody who can help
shape the public opinion

before arguments even start.

Mm-hmm.

What about Mason Treadwell?

Well, he hasn't returned
any of my calls

since the night of the fire.

He seems to have vanished
as well.

I'm sure another
trial of the decade

could help lure him
out of hiding.

I'm gonna look into it.

- Excuse me.
- Yeah.

That girl just might be
Grayson material after all.

(Cell phone rings)

(Ring)
(Man) Mrs. Grayson.

What can I do for you?

I need to get a message
to an inmate at Rikers.

Is that something
you know how to do?

Yeah.
Try the U.S. Postal Service.

It's not that kind of message.

(Nolan) So basically,
her plan is to frame Jack

to get Conrad's son acquitted?

Don't you find that
the least bit ironic,

and how could you let her
put Jack at risk like that?

The prosecutors already
have their suspect.

They're not gonna go after Jack,
and if they do,

well, I always have
my one trump card to play.

'Cause...

You'd come clean for Jack?

All right.

What do you want me to do?

Find Mason Treadwell.

Oh, God.

He is the perfect person
to run with this story.

He has it out for Amanda.
We can use that.

Ugh.

All right, fine.

You know, speaking of Amanda,

Jack is like
a hangdog with a bone

about this wire transfer thing.

He wants me to hack into
the bank in Canada to make sure

it's Amanda on
the receiving end of the $5 mil.

- So that's what you're gonna do.
- What?

Get him out of town
and away from the Graysons.

Because that won't make them
all the more suspicious?

Amanda was his girlfriend.
He went to find her.

It makes perfect sense
and it's the truth.

For once.

But, uh...

What makes you think he'll go?

Because he loves her.

(Buzzer sounds)

(Door clatters)

God, I miss you.

Are you okay?
You look tired.

Yeah, I'm okay.

It's just like camp,

only instead of people telling
ghost stories around a fire,

they just kind of

scream all night
from their cells.

(Sighs)

- I'll get you some earplugs.
- Don't bother.

Someone might think
I'm getting special treatment.

I don't want to draw
any more attention to myself

than I'm already getting.

There are ways to stay safe,
you know?

Keep your head up,
don't look down,

but don't stare either.

And don't gamble. You don't
want to owe anybody anything.

You can take the girl out of juvie...
(Chuckles)

(Chuckles)

Thank you for your letter.

But you don't have to worry.

I'm always gonna be here
by your side

and so is your family.

Well, at least one good thing
has come out of this.

My fiancée and mother have
finally found common ground.

(Nolan) So, Mason,

this is how you've been
spending your days?

Most of them.

Wine coolers?

Oh, I've never been
much of a drunkard.

Fitzgerald, Faulkner,
Hemingway, of course...

These were pillars
of cirrhosis.

Me? I've always been
a lightweight.

So does this mean

you've decided against
writing my biography?

That decision was made for me.

My typewriter is now but a...

An unsightly heap
of molten dreams.

I'll never write again.

Poetic justice has been served.

I can't help feeling
like I bear

some responsibility
for what happened.

Well, if we hadn't been
out to dinner

the night the fire started...

Unburden yourself, Nolan.

This was the work
of a singular force,

one which bears the name
Amanda Clarke.

(Chuckles)

Well, if Daniel hadn't been
arrested the other night,

I'd say, you sounded paranoid.

- What did he do this time?
- You really don't know?

Well... The night
of his engagement party,

a man was found shot to death
on the beach.

The Graysons
are working off a theory

that somehow Amanda
set up Daniel to take the fall.

I bet they are.

You know...

That could make for a...
thrilling conclusion

to your David Clarke saga.

So it's your belief that Amanda

and her childhood paramour
worked together

to murder Tyler
and frame Daniel?

Correct.

Well, as much as I'd like
to nail Amanda Clarke,

it sounds like a reach.

Well, have you seen the sketch?

The sketch
doesn't mean anything.

It does if you say it does.

People hang on your every word.

(Emily) Listen, we're not
telling you what to report.

We're just asking that you do
what you do best.

(Chuckles)

I'll give you exclusive access,

and we can set up a workspace
in Conrad's old den.

It would make a rather brilliant
multi-issue series.

Harper's, perhaps, or Vanity Fair.

I could see
Graydon Carter biting.

Actually, Daniel's trial
is in three months,

and things are changing
so quickly,

this kind of situation calls for
real-time, online blogging.

I don't know
the slightest thing about blogs.

You don't have to.

I've already secured
the domain name

The Treadwell Report,

and I'm prepared to finalize
the web site design

as soon as this meeting's done.

All you have to do is write.

I'll have a room made up
for you in the east wing.

(Chuckles)

(Buzzer sounds)

(Man whistling)

What's going on?

(Grunting)

(Buzzer sounds)

(Door clanking)

(Bangs)

How is he?

He sustained a concussion,
two cracked ribs,

and a small fracture
to his left orbital bone.

(Gasps)
My God.

You said that if he faced
a life-threatening condition

that the judge
would reconsider bail.

Clearly, the conditions in this
godforsaken place are exactly that.

He could've been killed here.

I've already spoken
to the judge.

In light of the attack
and Daniel's growing celebrity,

she's agreed to revisit
my argument on house arrest.

With any luck,
he should be back home

- as soon as tomorrow.
- The sooner, the better.

(Cell phone rings)
Excuse me.

(Rings and beeps)
Yes, Jim.

Who on earth would do
a thing like this to Daniel?

(Buzzer sounds)

I don't know.

Victoria, are you all right?

Do you need a ride home?

(Cell phone buzzes)

(Inhales deeply)

Conrad's staying
with Charlotte.

I want to stay close to Daniel

until the judge
makes her decision.

(Cash register beeps
and bell dings)

Closing early.

I was just about
to give last call.

Oh, I'm not here to patronize.

I'm here to discuss
your future.

Mason Treadwell.

I know who you are.

You wrote that book
about David Clarke.

I may yet write one about you.

Look familiar?

The Graysons claim to have
two eyewitnesses

who can place you on the beach
shortly after

Tyler Barrol was murdered.

Make no mistake,

you will take the fall...

Unless, of course,
you were to

go on the record
to state that...

Someone put you up to it.

Amanda Clarke, perhaps.

Get the hell out of my bar.

Hey.

Hey, stop.

Hey, my brother
didn't do anything.

That sketch you got there,
they made it up.

Declan Porter, I presume.

I feel for you, kiddo.

After all,
it was your own report

of a hooded man on the beach

that has put your brother
in this position.

There was no hooded man.

Charlotte came up with that
to save Daniel,

and I...
went along with it for her.

Convenient switch
in the narrative

now that your brother's
the one at risk.

- Why should anybody believe you?
- Because it's the truth.

Charlotte was on painkillers
that night,

and she'd had at least
three glasses of champagne.

She doesn't know what she saw.

But you, of course,
were stone sober?

You want to hear my story
or not?

Your boy get the message?

I asked for an assault

not a rampage.

You paid for a legit beatdown.

That's what he got.

(Camera phone shutter clicks)

(Click)

(Click)

Are you Vicky Harper?

Where did you hear that name?

That guy bought you this.

(Elevator clangs)

(Gasps)

Oh. Oh.

(Pants)

(Keypad beeping)

(Lock beeps)

What the hell are you doing
in my room?

I'm sorry to invade
your privacy.

It's not normally my style,

but I must go
where the story takes me.

Well, let's see what my father
thinks of your story.

Be sure and show him these
while we're at it.

(Pills rattle)

Those aren't mine.

Clearly. They're prescribed
to your boyfriend's brother.

So I stole a few pills.

It's none of your business
or anyone else's.

Actually, dear, it's a whole lot
of people's business,

especially if you
mixed them with alcohol

on the night of the murder.

And who told you that?

Someone who cares about you.

My darling,

please take some advice
from a man

who knows a thing or two
about selfishness and deceit.

You don't have to
go down this road.

You don't have to be
like the rest of your family.

(Door closes)

Last call, captain?

(Chuckles)

Why not?

I risk federal imprisonment
for you,

and this is how I get treated?

Okay.
You were right.

It's Amanda's account.

Any idea
who wired her the money?

Well, I didn't get that far,

but I can tell you,
as of three days ago,

she hasn't withdrawn
a single cent.

What is she waiting for?

Maybe... you.

Look, if you leave now, Jack,

you can get to Montreal
by the time the bank opens

Monday morning.

This morning...

You told me to
put all this behind me,

and now you want me
to stake out a bank?

No. I want my friend back.

And you want answers,

which you're clearly
not gonna get here, so...

Best-case scenario...
You find Amanda,

she tells you the whole story,
and it turns out to be

one big Shakespearean
misunderstanding.

Worst case...

Turns out you've been
wasting your time

with a career grifter

and potentially a murderer.

Just sayin'.

(Sets glass down)

These are remarkable.

Yeah.

More for what they aren't
than what they are.

And what aren't they?

(Chuckles)
Complete.

My enduring favorite is, of course,
the very first in the series,

I like to call...

"Dominik Wright: Unfinished."

(Dominik sighs)

It's practically vintage now.

I suppose this whole lot will

one day prove to be
my legacy...

(Sighs)
A career and life

of unrealized potential.

It's very van Gogh.

(Chuckles)
Well, why not simply finish them?

(Chuckles)
Simply?

(Laughs)

That was very good, Vick.

(Chuckles)

Here.

How's that?

You know, a long time ago, I...

I told a...

A vibrant young woman

that I'd never experienced
anything close to the passion

I felt when I painted her.

And I knew... I knew...
(Chuckles)

With absolute clarity

that I was in love with her.

And do you know how
that person responded?

I told you I didn't think

I could fall in love
with anyone.

I never believed that,

not until the day you ran off
and actually

married that bloke.

(Beeps)

(Chirps)

(Beep)

(Chirp)

(Tapes clatter)

(Beep)

(Chirp)

(Keyboard key clicks)

(Beeps)

(Click)

You know, I grow these babies
up on the roof.

When they bloom, I boil them,

extract the pigment.

What was it you used to say?

That flowers were
the earth's way of laughing.

(Laughs)
Yeah, Emerson said something like that.

Well, you always were able
to improve on the original.

(Laughs)

What time is it?

Don't know. Nearly 8:00.

Where have you been?
I've left half a dozen messages.

My phone died.

- Has something happened?
- Yes, seeing as you care to ask.

Our motion was upheld.

Daniel's being released
on $10 million bail.

He'll be able to spend
the rest of the trial here,

- under house arrest.
- Oh, thank God.

I'm still in New York,

so I'll go see Daniel
right away.

You know what? Don't bother.
He's already been processed.

The police caravan
is on the way

to the house now,

along with every news crew
on the Eastern seaboard.

(Beeps)

I'm sorry.
I have to go.

Don't worry, darlin'.

It's what you do.

Hi, honey. I'm home.

Oh, my God.

One second, ma'am.

This is your E.H.M. bracelet.

It's a GPS-enabled monitor
that confines you

to a 5,000-foot radius
of the base unit.

Tamper with the base,

step outside of the perimeter,

and this light turns from green to red.
(Beeps)

If it stays red
longer than 30 seconds,

it'll notify us that you
violated house arrest.

And if that happens?

He goes back to jail
for the duration of the trial.

Do you understand
these conditions?

Have a good day.

- Ohh.
- Oh, God. I'm sorry.

(Grunts)

It's okay.
You're home now.

(Cell phone rings and beeps)

Hey. I'm ready for day one.
You still picking me up?

Picking you up?

Please.

How can you even ask that,
like everything's fine,

like you didn't just
screw me over?

What are you talking about?

You sold me out
to Mason Treadwell.

"According to Declan Porter

"precocious
young Charlotte Grayson

"was under the influence
of a mind-erasing cocktail

"of prescription pain pills
and champagne

the night of the murder."

Charlotte.

"Porter insists there was
no hooded man on the beach,

"and that the younger Grayson
simply invented the theory

when she realized her brother
might be implicated."

You totally lied to him.

Charlotte, I... I know this is
hard for you to hear right now,

but I promise you that
when all of this is over,

you're gonna understand.

(Scoffs)

You know, you completely failed
the Collins entrance exam.

Grandpa had to
bribe the Dean to get you in.

What are you talking about?

You're just another puppet
in the Grayson family play.

And it's time for your exit.

(Beep)

Daniel.

(Gasps)

Don't worry.
It looks worse than it feels.

You are never going back
to that place again.

Don't be so sure.

What are you talking about?

What's going on here?

There's been a setback.

Declan's recanted his statement

about seeing the hooded man
on the beach.

Well, who cares
what that boy says?

Charlotte's
the credible witness.

Not anymore.

(Clicks keyboard key)

Declan gave Mason Treadwell
an exclusive,

said Charlotte fabricated
the entire story.

Our objective was to sow seeds
of doubt for the jury.

But now that the Treadwell
story's gone viral,

the only doubt being cast

is on the credibility
of this family.

It says that she was high
the night of the party.

Clearly, that boy was lying.
Charlotte does not do drugs.

Actually, I saw Charlotte with
a prescription pill bottle at the party.

Why didn't you say anything?

Because I wasn't sure
what I saw.

But after reading the blog,
it all made sense.

If you've seen her using,
chances are others have, too.

I can't risk
putting her on the stand.

Our hooded man theory

has been shredded.

And with it,
Daniel's entire defense.

Charlotte, we need to talk.

Later. I'm busy.

Why aren't you in school?

I'm not feeling well.

Don't play games with me,
young lady.

Mason Treadwell's blog
is front-page news,

and the damage is already done,
but I want to hear it from you.

Did you take pills
the night of the party?

Declan lied about everything.

He saw someone on the beach,
same as me.

- Did you or didn't you?
- No, I told you.

Charlotte, look at me.

You're high right now,
aren't you?

So what if I am on drugs?

My father's a mass murderer.
My half sister is an arsonist.

Guess the fruit doesn't fall
far from the tree, does it?

(Gasps)
Victoria!

You may have just sent
your brother to jail for life.

(Jack) Declan's schedule,
emergency contacts,

extra set of keys,
passwords for the alarm.

I know
I'm forgetting something.

Don't worry.
I got it covered.

You all right?

How was school?

It was awesome.
I fit right in.

You going somewhere, man?

Yeah.

Yeah, we found out
Amanda's in Montreal.

- I'm going after her.
- You're going after her?

- What for?
- Answers.

Bull's gonna cover the bar.

I asked Nolan to keep an eye
on you while I'm away.

Shouldn't be long.
Just a few days, a week tops.

Oh, we're gonna have
so much fun.

I'll let you two
work out the details.

Give me a call if there's
any trouble, all right?

(Groans)
One for me?

I don't think so.

Oh, really? 'Cause you're gonna
miss me most of all.

See, what he
doesn't realize is...

He thinks he's protecting you,

but you're actually
protecting him.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Dec, I mean your
Mason Treadwell interview.

He hasn't read it.

- You're a good brother.
- Yeah. And I'm a terrible boyfriend.

Did you honestly think you could
make your comeback by betraying me?

Victoria, dear,
all I did was report the truth.

Once upon a time, that was
the only thing I cared about.

- Old habits, as they say.
- How callous can you be?

You were supposed to
help my son.

Please,
I saw right through you.

Trying to frame an innocent man
for the crimes of a Grayson?

My, my, history loves
to repeat itself.

I, however, do not.

I'm through
spreading your lies.

You will do exactly
as I tell you to do.

You will print
a full retraction

- or I swear to God, Mason, I...
- You'll what,

not invite me to the parties
you've stopped throwing,

not introduce me
to the celebrities

who've stopped calling?

Your empire is crumbling,
my queen.

News choppers are circling
Grayson Manor

like so many buzzards

waiting for an old goat to die.

It's a long way up
from the bottom.

Surely your memory
isn't that deficient.

On the contrary,
it's practically photographic.

I know it was you
who burned down my house.

Don't bother denying it.

I found what's left of my
interview tapes in your possession.

How did you...

They were put in my safe.

It would appear
that your combination

is not as closely guarded
a secret as the

horror that you visited upon
David Clarke and his daughter.

I didn't burn down your house,
Mason.

Amanda Clarke did,
and her D.N.A. is all over the site.

Enough lies.

If you try to implicate
that poor girl in any of this,

I'll make sure that they
burn you at the stake.

Oh, you play that card...

And you'll destroy us both.

It's a small price to pay
to restore my soul.

(Woman) So will
Daniel Grayson's defense

continue to be predicated
upon the idea

- of a hooded man...
- I'm so sorry to cut you off,

but we have no intention of
litigating this in the press.

This battle will be fought
in a court of law...

Can you believe these people?

That family has got no shame.

Well, they make up for it by
being two-faced and morally bankrupt.

(Woman) And the new
accusations that their story...

I would give anything to be
a fly on the wall in that mansion.

It's better than
any reality show out there.

Believe me,

there's a lot the media
don't know about them.

- What, and you do?
- Yeah, I do.

How?

Let's just say,
I've done some work for them.

(Laughs)

So you just come relax
at this crap shack

after your polo match?

I'm dead serious.

You wouldn't believe the things
I know about them.

All right.

Why don't we play a game?

I buy you a drink

for every piece of bull
you make me believe.

You're on.

Okay.

So what's the first thing?

Can't sleep?

Ironic, isn't it?

I'm not in jail anymore,

all the helicopters have
gone home for the night,

and now it's too quiet.

How's the pain?

No worse than the fear.

The scars will heal,

and all this will be over soon.

I promise.

I'm sorry for bringing this
all down on the family.

No, sweetheart.

I'm the one who's sorry.

In my haste to put together
a defense...

I left out a suspect.

What are you talking about?

Doesn't it strike you as odd

that the bullets
that killed Tyler

came from Emily's gun?

He threatened her.

And she had reason to kill him.

And to frame me for it?

You two fought
on the beach that night.

She didn't kill Tyler.
I shot him.

Once.

You were hit on the head,

and someone finished the job.

How do you know
she wasn't there?

You see?

That little bit of doubt

is enough to get you acquitted.

No.

You bring Emily into this,
and I swear to God,

I'll confess
to the whole thing.

The bitch
had her own son beat up

just to get him back home.

You ask me,
that kid's probably safer inside.

I believe that gets me
another shot.

You know, if we're gonna
keep this going,

I think we need
a change of scenery.

You got a place in mind?

Yeah. Yours.

Nature can be cruel.

Predators are everywhere.

(Beeps)

(Phone rings, line clicks)

This is Emily.
Leave a message.

(Voice mail beeps)

(Beep)

(Beeping)

(Beeping stops)

Those who don't need to be
protected from outside forces

often need to be protected
from themselves.

(Sighs)

(Man speaking French on radio)

(Phone rings)

(Ring)

(Line clicks)

(Charlotte) Charlotte's phone.
Leave a message.

(Clicks mouse)

(Click)

(Click)

(Cell phone rings)

(Rings and beeps)

Hello.

Hey, Vick. It's me.

(Gasps)

How did you get this number?

Well, I got it from your phone
last night when you were asleep.

- Vick, I, um...
- Yes?

I was wondering if I was
ever gonna see you again.

(Beeps)

H-hello?

- Am I disturbing you?
- Is that a rhetorical question?

You finally showed up this
morning in last night's clothes.

I don't see how that's
any business of yours.

(Chuckles)
Victoria,

I am fully aware that our living
arrangement is just for show,

but if you're bent
on having an affair...

It's not an affair
if we're divorced.

That's beside the point.
You need to be careful.

Whatever or whomever
you're doing,

you'd better damn well
be discreet about it.

Or you'll what,

reveal more of our secrets?

I know that you led Treadwell
to those tapes.

And all for what,
your petty jealousy?

Now Daniel's defense
is at risk.

You've clearly become as
delusional as you are selfish.

The fact that either of our children
find themselves in harm's way

rests squarely on your shoulders,
not mine.

In society, women are referred
to as "the fairer sex"...

(Motor whirring)

(Elevator clanks)

But in the wild,
the female species

can be far more ferocious
than their male counterparts.

- After you.
- Actually...

Before we go...

There's something
I want to give you.

Oh, yeah?

- Right here in the alley?
- Mm-hmm.

(Whispers)
This is for Jack.

Who?

(Both grunting)

(Both continue grunting)

(Panting)

Defending the nest is both
our oldest and strongest instinct.

(Continues panting)
And that was for Daniel.

And sometimes it can also be
the most gratifying.