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Previously on Revenge:

The white-haired man is dead.
His name was Gordon Murphy.

I found this on him.

- He knew my mother.
- Seen this man?

- What's he wanted for?
- Kidnapping.

Show this to Charlotte.

It's one of my father's journals,
or at least my version of it.

There is one person
I wish to welcome to the fold...

Amanda Clarke.

You and your new family
were all over the news.

I am committed to our child.

I just don't think
I can commit to you.

- It's me.
- God, Gordon, please be okay.

I love you.

Some think intuition
is a gift.

But it can be a curse
as well...

A voice calling
to us from places

that are
better left unexplored...

An echo of memories
that will never die...

No matter how hard we try
to kill them.

So...

Reconsidered my apology?

You found my mother.

Received at 1:21 A.M.

- It's me.
- Where are you?

Um, some guy claiming to be
a Detective Lasky

came by with a sketch

asking questions.

I know what I'm supposed to do.

What, that's your mother's voice?

And I checked.

Detective Lasky doesn't exist.

Where did you go yesterday,
Aiden?

How did you find
the flight recorder?

I lifted a key off
your would-be killer's body

before you knocked me out.

Look, if the woman on that
message really is your mother

and she's as deeply involved

with the man who killed
your father as it appears,

the initiative
are gonna be all over her.

This Detective Lasky
is probably one of them.

All the more reason
I need to find her.

And tell her what?

Have you thought
how she might react

when she finds out
that Gordon's dead?

I didn't kill him.

And if she asks me,

I'll have no problem
telling her who did.

Right, will that be before
or after you tell her

who you really are?

Or maybe she'll save you
the trouble by recognizing you.

Think, Emily.

This woman has the power
to destroy

everything you came here to do.

We don't know
what her motives are.

The white-haired man
had nearly twenty years

to brainwash her into believing
anything he wanted.

That... that is exactly the point
I've been trying to make.

Before you track her down,

you better be prepared
for what you might find.

Em...

This is a terrible idea.

Hmm?

Bringing the initiative
back into our lives

is a recipe for disaster.

Well, perhaps you should've
thought of that

before you made
then broke a deal

with one of their
deadliest assassins.

And it's not an invitation,
in any case.

- It's a summons.
- Oh, and it has to be you?

Is that worry I detect
in your voice?

Yes, it is.

Worry that
you will screw things up

like everything else you lay
your reptilian hands on.

As much as I'd like to send you
in my stead, my dear,

I need you here,

dealing with
what's truly important,

- like planning our wedding.
- Ugh.

Morning, all.

Where are you off to?

Client meeting in Palm Beach.

Due to recent events,
some of our high-rolling investors

are a little jittery.

And you're going to
calm their nerves,

get in some face time?

Good strategy, Dad.

Well, thank you
for the vote of confidence.

It's in short supply
around here.

Well, don't worry.

I'll hold down the company fort
while you're gone.

Why is there a man installing
a camera outside my bedroom?

Ah, that's a necessary evil,
my dear.

I mean, there are
worst places to be imprisoned.

Oh, you mean like the rehab
you locked me up in?

I was referring to

your mother's little hideaway
in the woods.

I will see you in a few days.

Charlotte,

just before
the press conference,

you told me that Amanda knew
the truth about her father.

- What did she tell you?
- She didn't tell me anything.

It was all in the journal my dad kept
while he was in prison.

I'd like to see it.

I'm sure you would,
but it belongs to Amanda.

You'll have to ask her.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

- Where are you off to?
- Uh, Daniel will fill you in.

Uh, and... after he does,

do me a favor, and don't take
your eyes off him until I return.

Given the way he was blatantly
licking my boots at breakfast,

it's pretty obvious
he's up to something.

Then rest assured,
I'll find out what it is.

Okay.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Anytime today.

We'll be here. Thanks. Bye.

That was the city inspector.

It's... D-day.

No kidding.

Where are you going?

Did you mean
what you said last night?

You don't have to move out.

I said I'm committed
to our son.

But not to me.

And since him and I
are one and the same,

at least right now...

Amanda, wait.

For what, Jack?

Exactly.

Amanda, I made up
the guest room for you.

You can stay
as long as you want.

What were you thinking
by forcing that witch

to publicly embrace me?

Or... or is this just your way

of getting Jack to dump me
once and for all?

- No.
- Then what?

They killed your father.
I get it.

But your obsession with making
everyone pay is ruining lives,

namely my baby's.

My mother's still alive.

What?

I... I thought she died
when you were a kid.

So did I.

But for... some reason,
my father lied to me.

Victoria's the only person left

who could possibly tell me
where she is.

Oh, my God.

I needed you to put my father's
journals on her radar.

Hopefully...

What I wrote in them will be
enough to get her to crack.

Right on cue.

Answer it.

Uh, hello.

Amanda,

it's Victoria Grayson.

I trust you're well.

I am, thanks.

I'd like to invite you to come
over to our home this evening.

There are a couple of things
that you and I need to discuss.

How about 6:00?

I can make that work.

Wonderful.

Oh, and, Amanda...

Would you mind
bringing over the journal

that you shared with Charlotte?

I can do that.
I will see you at 6:00.

Till then.

Looks like
you've hooked your fish.

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This wouldn't be so painful
if you kept better records.

Some of this unopened mail
dates back six months or more.

Only Luddites use snail mail.

Go right in,
Ms. Thorne.

Hi. Sorry to interrupt.

And here we were,
not even speaking of the devil.

Emily, you remember Padma.

Of course. Hello, Padma.

- Nolan, do you have a minute?
- Mm.

I'll just get started
on all this mail.

She's cute.

- You think?
- Don't you?

So to what do I owe
the pleasure?

You hardly ever write.
You never call...

Were you able to hack into
the Graysons' security system?

Unless you need something.

Turns out the software
their security company is using

is proprietary to a subsidiary of Nolcorp.

I'd say you got lucky,
but I know better.

Now you can monitor...

Boris and Natasha's every move.
Voila.

- And what about the remote earwig?
- Let me guess.

Playing sock puppet
with Amanda again?

- Can I help?
- I've got everything under control.

But thank you, really.

Nolan, I found something
you need to look at.

Oh.

Another love letter
from the I.R.S.?

No. It's from your father's
estate attorney.

What's it say?

It says his belongings
are being held in storage

and will be auctioned off
if not claimed.

Why didn't you tell me he died?

Because this is the first
I'm hearing of it.

Uh...

Let's get back to work,
shall we?

Why are you blowing up
my phone, Porter?

- I gave you your take.
- Yeah, and I'm giving it back.

The stuff we stole the other night,
I need it, now.

- Maybe you don't get how this works.
- I don't know what happened,

but the guy has my I.D.

He comes by last night,
says he's gonna go to the cops

if I don't get him
his stuff back.

So what'd you do with it?

You left your I.D.?

You think this is funny.

I covered your ass.
You understand?

- You gotta help me.
- Look, I can't.

The guy who sells
the stuff that we stole,

he'd break our legs
just for asking.

There's nothing I can do.

New friend?

No.

What's all this?

I got a problem, Jack.

I want you to know

that whatever issues you and I
may have had,

I loved your father very much.

You and I both know
there's more to that story.

You may have had
my father fooled,

but you don't fool me.

Don't piss her off.

Not yet.

Read her the first passage.

"I'll never forget the night
Victoria and I met.

"New Year's Eve,

"1991.

"In her eyes,
I saw kindness and fire

"and something else...

"a deep sadness
to match my own.

"It had been two years since
I had said good-bye to my wife.

"And the pain of that loss
was as crippling on that night

as it was the day I laid eyes
on her for the last time."

Let's cut to the chase,
shall we? How much?

Huh?

For the journal. How much?

I don't want your money.

Then pray, what do you want?

I want to know about my mother.

Read her the next passage.

"The only person to whom I ever
confided the truth about Kara

was Victoria."

What truth is he talking about?

All I know is what he told me.

That your mother died
in a mental institution

when you were
a very little girl.

Perhaps a similar fate awaits you.

- Did you...
- meet her?

No, and if you think
I'm going to fall prey

to your emotional extortion,
you are sorely mistaken.

Tell me everything you know
about my mother,

and I will give you
this journal.

All I can tell you

is that your mother

was the source
of all of David's pain.

Now...

If you don't care
to share his writings,

that's your prerogative.

But you're family now.

And it's my hope

that one day
you will share them,

if not out of respect for me,
out of love for your father.

Mom.

Amanda. What's going on?

Well, we were just discussing
Amanda's baby shower.

What baby shower?

Well, the one that we're
throwing for her tomorrow.

It's impromptu, I know,

but I thought it would be
a fun way

for you to celebrate
being an aunt.

- Say yes.
- And I would love to welcome...

We need another pass at her.

Amanda into my public circle.

Yes.

I feel like the luckiest girl
in the world.

Daniel.

I thought you went home.

I thought you did, too.

What are you still doing here?

Final details on the Dubai
teleconference in the morning.

- You?
- Same.

Uh, my laptop froze.

I was just...
using my dad's computer

to print these out
for the call.

All right, enough.

Can we just be honest
with each other?

Haven't we always been?

I'm worried.

Ever since you shared your
suspicions about the ransom,

I keep thinking, if Conrad were
engaged in some impropriety,

couldn't we all be implicated?

Not if get to
the bottom of it first.

And whatever he's done,
I promise,

he's gonna be taking
sole responsibility for it.

And you would do that,
turn on your own father?

What, you think he wouldn't do
the same to me or Charlotte

or you?

Hey, hey, hey. We're...
we're closed.

Um, there's...
There's a bed-and-breakfast

about 20 miles east...

- Oh, you again.
- Odd time to be closing up shop.

The season's
just getting started.

What's odd is,
you were an American

the last time you were here.

I work for the FBI.
Deep cover, same as Gordon.

I know his feelings for you

ran beyond
professional obligation.

- Where is he?
- His last communique indicated

his identity
had been compromised.

His direct orders
were to return here.

Why should I trust you?

The people
Gordon was infiltrating

are incredibly powerful.

You need to tell me
whatever you know

about whoever
he's been in contact with.

I'm gonna stick to the plan,
his plan.

Good-bye.

Sorry, Ms. Clarke.

But I cannot let you do that.

You're awfully quiet
this morning.

I just keep thinking about
what you said to me last night,

about being implicated
in what my father's done.

I just don't want to see you
get dragged into it.

Into what?

My parents,
they've destroyed people.

You can't imagine
what they're capable of.

I have
a pretty good imagination.

You can trust me.

Look, the kidnapping,

it wasn't real.

The money my father
pretended to pay in ransom

was actually used
to inflate investor returns.

But that could bring down
the entire company.

You gotta trust me.

I've got a plan.

Are you gonna get that?

Uh...

No.

The man's called me
three times today

to confirm the eastern exposure
on his Palm Beach hotel suite.

You should get dressed.
We're late.

What is this?

It's proof that Victoria
knew my mother.

She visited her
in the hospital.

It's signed Charlotte Clarke.

Why would Victoria admit to
signing in under a different name?

Leave that to me.
I'll do the talking.

I don't know
if I'm up for this.

Amanda, please.

Look, if we do this,
if I find my mother,

- we can be done.
- You will never be done.

Please.
I need you to call Victoria.

Tell her
that you've reconsidered.

Tell her that you'll take
the money for the journals

and ask her to write you
a check for $100,000.

- What do we need her money for?
- We don't need her money.

We need her signature.

Where are you going?

To think.

What can you tell me
about a lawsuit

zingstur.com brought
against you in 2001?

- You ever hear of them?
- No.

That's because they lost.

End of story.

You all right?

Yeah.

Whew.
I gotta get some air.

You know the original owners

fought twenty years for
the right to develop this land?

Only to see their dreams

of turning this swamp
into a thriving Metropolis

burst like a proverbial bubble.

They put in all the work,

you buy on the cheap

and reap all the benefit.

It's a zero-sum world,
Mr. Grayson.

One man's loss,
another man's gain.

We appreciate you coming
on short notice.

I didn't realize
I had a choice.

You always have a choice.

It's whether or not you're able
to live with your choices

that's the question.

So I take it you've been
watching the news very closely

since your agent went rogue,
taking my wife hostage.

Yes.

Yes, a curious betrayal

after decades of loyal service
to the organization.

He's been making
subsequent threats,

and I fear for my family.

I need assurances
that you can control him.

As far as we're able to discern,
he's off the grid,

but rest assured,
we will find him.

And when we do,
we'll be most interested

in hearing his side
of the story.

We'll be in touch.

So you got my message?

I did.

I'm not gonna lie to you.
I wasn't happy to hear it.

Yeah, I'm sorry we, uh,

couldn't get
all your stuff back.

This should put a dent in it.

It's $2,500.

That doesn't even cover
the watch band

your brother stole.

Tell me what it's all worth.
I'll make it right.

The watch, the babe Ruth,
everything they took...

you're looking
at $20,000 minimum.

I can file an insurance claim.

- That'd mean involving the police.
- No, no, I...

I'll get it.

It's just...

The bar has been closed.
I'm not that liquid.

But we got inspectors
coming today,

so... once we reopen,

I should be able
to start paying you back.

I will give you one month, hmm?

I mean, hey,
I know where you live, right?

Hello. Right this way.

Emily.
Come in. Come in.

Is Amanda with you?

- She's not here?
- Uh, no,

and I'm starting to worry
Mom's responsible.

You never know with her.

Truer words...

Emily.

I had no idea you were invited.

Well, I am
the baby's godmother, so...

Oh, really?

Isn't that a religious tradition?

I didn't take Amanda for being
a God-fearing woman.

She doesn't fear much.

Certainly not tardiness, huh?

Wow. Swanky.

I told you,
my sister's family is loaded.

Hope we didn't hold things up.

Not at all.

I see that you've brought your,
uh, people.

We used to work together.

Everyone at the club
wanted to come,

but Murray wouldn't let us
take off at the same time.

And what kind of club is that?

Not bridge,
I can tell you that.

Twins?

- Just the one.
- Oh.

- Shall we?
- Yeah.

Victoria Grayson
is a liar.

There's no way
Gordon did the things

- she's accusing him of.
- I agree.

I think he's being set up
by the group he's embedded with.

- What group?
- Americon Initiative.

You may remember them
from your husband's trial.

Gordon told me everything
about you, Kara.

You need to trust me.

The initiative,
they came after me.

Gordon got to me first.

But they were
going after Victoria, too.

- He saved her from them.
- Listen, listen, Kara,

I think I can help Gordon,
okay?

But I need to find
a link to his captors

so that I can track him down.

Are you... are you sure
that he didn't leave anything,

you know, a c... a computer,
a phone, papers?

There's a portable hard drive
in the safe behind the counter.

I'll unlock it for you.

He said if anyone ever came by

knowing the things
that you know,

that I should hand it over
right away.

It's mostly codes
and addresses... Dates.

Hopefully, you can make sense of it
before it's too late.

Thanks.

Time to open gifts.

To the great room, shall we?

I'm gonna use
the little girls room.

- Do you mind saving me a seat?
- Of course.

So does anyone know
any shower games?

Girl, do I!

Nice touch, bringing your girls
from The Beaver Dam.

If I had to suffer
another one of her parties,

I thought I'd at least
spread the pain around.

I guess this means
you're not gonna help me.

That's the other good thing
about the girls from the club...

They're a great distraction.

Shh.

So how's it look?

Can I tell my employees

they have a job
to come back to tomorrow?

Afraid it's not gonna be
that simple.

- Mold's still an issue.
- Wh-what do you mean?

We spent weeks scraping
that stuff off the walls.

But you forgot the ceilings
and the subfloor.

You need to use
an E.P.A.-approved contractor

for additional
mold remediation.

How much is that gonna cost me?

Usually about 20 bucks
per square foot.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

- That's... that's over...
- Over $40,000.

- Yep.
- Great. Now we can't pay Kenny.

Where have you been?

I've been at your father's
storage unit.

My nani never wanted me
to come to America.

The week I landed
a job interview at J.P. Morgan,

she caught a nasty flu.

My parents sent a ticket,
urged me to fly home,

but...

I was afraid if I asked them
to push the interview,

I'd lose the job.

Three days later,
she was gone.

Regrets suck.

Where is it?

I'll drive you.

Who the hell are you?
The truth this time.

I'm not the enemy.
I can tell you that much.

- You're making a mistake, Kara.
- You made the mistake.

Gordon would never
have told anyone

I was once Kara Clarke.

Which means you are either
working for the Graysons

or you're working
for the initiative.

Because you sure as hell
aren't working with my husband.

Whoever it is,
you better hope they send someone.

Gordon chose this remote spot
very carefully.

When I come back...

It'll either be with Gordon...

Or not at all.

Security, please.

Yes,
there's an unauthorized car

in a Grayson Global
reserved spot.

A silver Lexus.

Thanks.

You heard from my dad today?

Just long enough
to convince him

not to rent Yankee Stadium
for the investors' softball game.

Ashley, I just got a call
from security.

They said you're parked in
an unauthorized spot.

I parked where I always park.

I'll be back.

Received today at 9:08 A.M.

Looks like I missed
a call from you.

I assume it has to do
with Daniel.

I'll be back tonight,

but if you have something on him,
call me.

Whoa.

For your baby shower.

It goes with your real gift.

Oh, my God.

You shouldn't have.

But I'm so glad you did.

Then I am, too.

Last but not least.

It's a baby journal.

Open it.

Um... that is,
uh, so beautiful...

And appropriate.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

Amanda, are you all right?

Just, uh,
kind of exhausted suddenly.

Well, would you like
to lie down?

Yeah.
Maybe for a moment.

Charlotte, would you escort
the ladies to the conservatory

for petits fours
and refreshments?

Shall we?

I knew you were a smart girl.

Excuse me.

I'm glad
you changed your mind, Amanda.

Tell her you have and that
she can have the journals.

You can have the journals.

Well, once I receive them,
I'll sign the check.

Go for it. Make her squirm.

Actually, you don't need
to do that.

Then what are we doing here,
Amanda?

You said that my mother
died in an institution.

This is the visitors log
from the hospital

where she was committed.

My Aunt Charlotte signed in

a few days
before my father's arrest.

I assume you have a point.

My aunt was an invalid.

She couldn't walk,
much less write.

I had my suspicions about
who forged the signature,

but I never knew for sure
until now.

"Amanda Clarke."

"Charlotte Clarke."

They match.

What happened
when you visited her?

This is pointless.

Either you show yourself out

or I will have you escorted.

Go after her.

Why were you there, Victoria?

What did you do to her?

Oh, let it go.
If your father were here,

he would tell you
the same thing.

My father told me she was dead.
Why would he lie?

But why?

Why would he make me believe
she was dead

when she was obviously
still alive?

Because he was trying
to protect you.

So am I.

Find out where she is.

Yeah, but from what?

Amanda?

He would rather have you
believe that she was dead

than to tell you
the unspeakable truth.

What? Tell me.

Amanda. Damn it.

Your mother tried to kill you.

- That's a lie.
- I wish it was.

And no matter how much hatred
you harbor toward me,

it is the absolute truth!

Aah!

Marta!

Someone, call 9-1-1!

What happened? What happened?

Oh, my God. Amanda.

Amanda.

Amanda.

Yes, we need an ambulance
right away.

Oh, oh, God.
Hang in there, Amanda.

Help is on the way.

20s, pregnant female,
blunt head trauma...

Whatever...
whatever happens,

you have to save the baby.

- Make sure they save the baby.
- No, you're both gonna be fine.

Take this.
Call Jack, please.

I'm going with her.

- Are you family?
- I am.

- I'm her sister.
- Charlotte.

Mom, I'm going.

Closing.

We failed the inspection.

What are you telling me
exactly?

That you can't keep
to your word?

I'm saying that this place
is my income,

so if I can't open the bar...

Maybe there's some other

arrangement that could be made.

Jack, I...

Maybe there is. I...

Excuse me.

Hey.

Oh, thank God.

Jack, it's Amanda.

There's been an accident.

What?

Is she okay?

I don't know.

They took her
to Suffolk Memorial.

- I'm gonna meet you there, okay?
- Yeah.

Hey, listen, it's...
It's my girlfriend.

I gotta... I'm sorry.
We'll work something out.

What up?

You did good.

So did our inspector.

Cool.

Did you make an offer
on the bar?

After the dust settles.

Let's get started.

Victoria!

What the hell happened?

Victoria,
where are the children?

They're safe.

It's Amanda Clarke's blood.
She fell.

On our property?

You better hope
it's not serious.

It's very serious,
no matter what her fate.

Just before the accident,

she confronted me
with some old log-in sheets

from her mother's hospital.

She's very close to figuring out
that I hand-delivered Kara

to Gordon Murphy.

How could she
have stumbled upon that?

She couldn't have,
not without help.

- Oh, welcome home, Dad.
- Hey.

- Good trip?
- Ah...

Listen, I'm wiped. I'm gonna...
I'm gonna turn in, all right?

- Okay.
- Okay?

You...

Didn't call me back.

Because
there's nothing to report.

Daniel only has
your best interests at heart.

And as for me,
I am done being your little spy.

Who knew there was such a thing
as competitive Tetris?

Oh. Yeah.

I led a petition to make it
a demonstration sport

at the '92 Olympics.

We lost.

I can't believe
he held on to this.

Hey, this is all
Nolcorp stuff...

investor prospects,
start-up budgets.

I founded the company

in my dad's garage

the summer before
my junior year.

When I told him I wasn't
going back to school...

Mm, he kicked me out.

I should sort through it all.

Could be useful for the audit.

Padma...

Thank you for...

taking an interest.

You didn't have to.

It's my job
to take care of you.

'Cause...

I was kinda hoping
maybe this had...

Nothing to do with the job.

Oh!

Can, uh...

We try that again?

I think we should.

Oh! Ohh.

And finally, in society news,

Amanda Clarke,
daughter of terrorist David Clarke

and a recent addition to
Victoria Grayson's family fold,

has been rushed
to Suffolk Memorial

with serious
but unspecified injuries.

Amanda Clarke was apparently

at the Graysons'
Southampton estate

at the time of the accident.

Amanda Clarke's family?

That's us. That's us.
I'm Amanda's...

I'm the father.

How are they?

The abruption's caused

a decrease in blood flow
to your son.

He's being deprived of oxygen.

The longer we wait to deliver,
the worse the outcome.

Then why are you waiting?

It's high risk. Amanda's already
lost a good deal of blood.

And we just don't have
a conclusive assessment

of her internal injuries.

Obviously, we're gonna try
to save mother and son,

but if there comes a point
where a decision must be made...

The baby.
It's what she wants.

She told me when they were
putting her in the ambulance.

She's going to be fine.
She has to be.

All I can think about
is how awful I was to her,

the last things I said.

Jack, don't do that
to yourself.

Code blue, room three!

Code blue, code blue,
room three!

Amanda!

How is she?

We had to perform
an emergency c-section.

Unfortunately, she was already
battling internal injuries

and massive blood loss.

We were forced
to induce a coma.

How's the baby?

His oxygen levels
are lower than we'd like,

so we've put him
in the NICU for treatment.

I'll let you know
when you can see him.

- Can we see Amanda?
- Not just yet.

I'll get us coffees.

Hey.

Hey.

What's going on?
What are they saying?

Uh...

Just...

I'm a dad.

But... but that's...
That's great, isn't it?

Amanda...

She's not good, man.

What does that mean, not good?
She's gonna be okay, right?

Jack, I'm... I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for everything.

Come here.

- We're gonna be okay.
- Yeah.

Go ahead.

You sure?

- Hey.
- Hi.

You okay?

Here.

Take this.

♪ while you were searching ♪

♪ for your gods... ♪

When at a crossroads,
my father was fond of saying

"go with your gut."

"Intuition," he said,

"always has
our best interests at heart."

♪ To make you stay... ♪

After I finish loading the car,

I'm taking you out,

anywhere you want to go.

Oh. Always wanted to go
to Le Meurice.

Mm. In Paris?

You said anywhere.

Okay.

♪ For your gods. ♪

♪ They have something ♪

♪ I have lost. ♪

It is a voice that can tell us
who is friend and who is foe...

♪ A perfect love ♪

♪ that I can't need. ♪

Which ones to hold
at arm's length...

And which ones to keep close.

♪ I loved you more. ♪

♪ I know that now. ♪

But too often,
we become distracted by fear,

doubt, our own stubborn hopes,

and refuse to listen.

♪ Wishes... ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

Hey, you've called Emily.
Leave a message.

- Emily, it's me.
- Call me as soon as you get this.

I... I tracked down
your mother.

She's dangerous.
I think she's coming your way.

♪ Ooh... ♪

It's okay, sweetheart.

Mommy's here.

Shh.

It's okay, sweetheart.

Marco.

Polo.

It's too deep, Mommy.

- Amanda!
- Daddy?

- Shh.
- Amanda! Amanda!

- Daddy?
- Kara!

Okay, we're gonna play
one more game, honey.

- One more game.
- I don't wanna...

This time we're gonna pretend
we're sleeping underwater, okay?

- No.
- One...

- No.
- Two...

Kara!

Mommy's here.

It's okay.

It's okay. Shh.

I'm too late.

If you came here to say
I told you so, you can leave.

I didn't come here for that.

- Come here.
- No.

- Come here.
- No.

- Come here.
- No. No.

Come here.

No, no.

Shh.

It's okay.

It's okay.

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