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My father was an innocent man,

destroyed by powerful people.

The Graysons are behind this.
They're gonna pay.

I've dedicated my life
to avenging his death.

Eventually,
someone's gonna find you out.

And I won't stop
until they've all paid the price.

You will always be
the clueless frat boy

who crashed your car,
crushed my spine,

- and never looked back.
- She lost her job.

Helping her get another
was the least I could do.

I thought you were set for life,
Sara. I'm sorry.

- Why are you doing this, Daniel?
- To earn your forgiveness.

You're the first person in a long time
to be able to make me smile.

Jack went to Conrad
and told him

that Patrick tampered
with his brakes.

He's probably being
chased out of town as we speak.

Conrad is a ruthless man.
You're not safe.

- I can't.
- Go!

Growing up,
my father said the ocean

was a great escape.

As time passed, I also learned

that its expanse
holds greater secrets

and the ability to hold mine...

And that like love,
it is at its heart

fluid, powerful,
and sometimes violent.

Next time you're here,

the authorities will have
Victoria in custody.

- Soon after, I'll take you away from everything.
- And everyone.

But in its harshest reality,

the ocean is a barrier

separating you
from those you love.

When this is done,
I'll never see my sister again...

Or Nolan.

I know.

You'll be okay.

Are you writing a letter
to Patrick--

Your natural born killer?

It's the only means
of correspondence I have

to keep away
from the prying eyes

of the minions I'm sure
you have looking for him.

Why would I waste
the time and effort?

It's that smug smirk
I'm going to miss the least

after we've converted
our money,

and I have left you for good.

Now there's an action
that may compel me

to hire some folks
to go looking for your boy.

Excuse my confusion, Conrad,

but are you threatening Patrick
to keep me by your side?

You know, I believe I am...

Starting with your magnificent
presence downstairs

for the little Grayson confab

you've obviously
forgotten about.

I've enlisted a P.R. specialist
to help right the course

of my trajectory.

So if you value
Patrick's freedom,

you know, you may want
to find some public worth

in the family you still have.

I still don't see why
we're here.

If my father wants
to rehab his image,

he can do it himself.

I've already educated him
on re-branding

and how you're all
an extension of his good name.

I'm a Clarke.

Whoever you are.

That whole "slumming it
in Montauk" thing...

Gold. People love it
when the rich help the poor.

But where's the bang
for my wedding buck?

There were no cameras
when you went ring shopping.

Has the venue even been
announced?

- Who's making the cake?
- We are not a very showy couple.

Is it we? Or is it you?

I am damn good
at doing my research,

and you're a mystery.

You need to be more
like Daniel.

That publisher's profile
is exactly the kind

of rebound story I love.

Hurt a girl...
Tortured soul...

Redemption.

And I just hired Sara
at the Stowaway.

Really?

We ran into her.
It's a long story.

One I need to hear.

If I am to guide your father
back into America's hearts,

I run the narrative
on this family from here on out.

I see you couldn't even
extend the courtesy of waiting,

- Ms. Preston.
- "Bizzy," please.

- Bizzy.
- It's such a pleasure, Victoria.

And I figured I might as well
get a jump on the kids

so as not to waste your time.

While I applaud your gumption,
Bizzy,

I feel this Independence Day
party I'm throwing,

along with
Emily's wedding shower,

should prove sufficient
for the society papers.

That won't help
if those rags think

that you two are still at odds.

The last event you attended
led to a fight

worthy of pay-per-view.

And since there is little
benefit in positioning Conrad

as master of a house divided,

I need to rewrite your story...
Pronto.

And how do you propose
to do that?

First off, I am plugging
your 4th of July party

as the reintroduction
of the happy Grayson clan,

followed by
a mother/daughter-in-law

goodwill tour
that I will lay out for you

when the three of us
have lunch tomorrow.

Right there...

That's all I need--
You two.

And that's what I'm gonna get.

Trying to get some scoop
on the wedding?

They've got big things planned.

I'm sure they do.

What brings you by?

I... brought you some
macaroons

to welcome you back.

Thanks.

That's a nice surprise.

How was L.A.?

Wining and dining photographers
for Voulez

is not as glamorous
as one might think.

Oh, really? Weird.

I've had a totally different
experience when doing it.

I don't suppose
you're free tonight?

Ooh. He comes bearing gifts,

and now he's looking
for a date?

I should leave town more often.

But no.
I have too much work to catch up on

with the wedding approaching.

Ah, it'll still be here
tomorrow.

Don't let the Graysons
take over your life.

Hi.

I've lost my touch.

A week later,
and all I've dug up

is a one-way flight
from Philly to Richmond?

I just want to know
that Patrick's all right.

Well, you should be happy
that he's not here.

He would also be scrutinized
by the publicist Conrad hired.

She wants me and Victoria
to play nice for the press.

Oh, you and Vicki, besties--

That kind of runs counter
to your master plan

of framing her
for your murder, no?

Exactly.

Which is why P.R. maven
Bizzy Preston

is becoming a problem
that I don't have time for.

What, you know her?

And loathe her.

Back in the day,
I was, uh, dating this guy.

It was casual... fun.

Then I met his sister--
Up-and-coming pop star, Sage.

And she was more casual,
more fun...

And as it turned out, married.

The press got ahold
of our one-hit wonder,

and Bizzy squashed it...

By claiming I was gay.

I remember when that happened.
It was right when we met.

I didn't know that she was behind it.

Neither did my father.

After years of being estranged,

Nolcorp's success had finally
gotten us back on good terms,

even planning a visit
to New York

to see my R&D facility.

Programmed a robot
to open him a beer.

Then...
He read the press release,

canceled his trip...

Never spoke to me again.

I'm sorry, Nolan.

Bizzy's the one
who should be sorry.

And we have to stop you
from becoming the next victim

of her P.R. machine.

She makes a living
covering her clients' secrets.

We just have to expose them.

Yeah, but that's not
a simple task.

She would do anything
to protect 'em,

and the greater the retainer,
the bigger her allegiance.

And I know a family
who's paying top dollar.

What are you thinking?

She could help us with Victoria
before we make her suffer.

It's not that easy.

She's smart, dangerous,
lethal with information.

Well, I'm not afraid
to give her some.

It's time she found out
about my first husband.

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Things were slow back there,
so, uh...

I whipped up
a little something.

Is this another attempt
to get desserts

put on the menu?

Can you blame a girl
for trying?

I'm glad you joined
the crew around here.

You're a--
You're a breath of fresh air.

Thanks.

I got some stuff to do
in the storeroom.

I was just on my way
out to lunch.

I hope you don't mind me
stopping by.

Well, it is a bar.
That's kinda the point, right?

You settling in?

It's only been a week,
but I can't complain.

You obviously miss your job
at the bakery.

I know that look.

It means you got something
on the brain.

I know this pastry thing has
always been a dream of yours.

And this might sound crazy,
but...

What if you were to make
the cake for my wedding?

Right...

'Cause that wouldn't be weird.

Only if we make it weird.

Come on.
We haven't hired anybody yet.

You know...

When I saw you the other night
after my shift,

I thought you were just
handing me a bunch of crap

about earning my forgiveness.

I told you,
that's not who I am anymore.

- I want to help.
- I don't want your charity, Danny.

Good,
'cause I'm not offering you any.

What I am offering
is a chance at a job you want--

One that could be good for you.

Think about it.

Like I said,
he'd be perfect for a profile piece

in your magazine.
Think about it.

Sorry. This thing beats
more often than my heart.

Especially now that I'm keeping
you all dry under my umbrella.

Conrad did not tell me
just how much

this family was
weighing him down.

I don't understand.
Is that why I'm here?

Uh, a blogger called
about a piece that I planted

about you and Daniel--

How socialite Emily Thorne

waited to find
her Prince Charming.

It's... good. But...

This weasel claims
to have proof

that you were hitched before.

What?

I was really young.

It was a mistake.
I mean, surely you understand.

Actually...

I'm one of the lucky few
who was right

about her high school
sweetheart.

Jeff and I have been together
for 22 years.

And we are still as in love
as I'm sure you and Daniel are.

This can't get out.

I'm a gravedigger, babe.

I bury things bigger
than this every day.

Good, 'cause nobody can know,
especially Victoria.

We're not really the best of friends.

I just can't win with her.

If she finds this out,
she will never forgive me.

Well...
I caught the bullet this time.

But secrets have a way
of bleeding out.

So let's cut to the chase.

What else are you hiding?

Nothing, I swear.

Can I help you with something?

Conrad's hired a publicist
who's determined

to put a sheen
on everything we do,

including promoting
this wedding,

which if we don't act quickly,

it'll be too late
to do anything.

I thought you were relying
on Jack Porter

- to break them up.
- I've heard that he's courting Ms. Lemarchal.

So clearly that won't be
coming to fruition.

- Then we'll find another way.
- Oh, we won't.

You will.

My son has no shortage
of hatred towards you.

So get back in Emily's life...

And more importantly, her bed.

The blogger persona
was convincing.

Let's just hope Bizzy spreads
the news like I want her to.

Oh, trust me.

She knows that sharing
information like that

keeps her
on the Grayson payroll.

And once she does,
the two of us

will Biz-mantle her
with glee.

You sure you're up for it,
Grandpa?

I'm not getting older,
just... wiser.

But trying to unearth
Bizzy's clients' secrets

is taking longer
than I thought.

Hacking her proton 5 firewall

will take time
that I don't have.

Why the look?

If this had happened
a few years ago,

you would have thrown
a martini in her face

and called it a day.
But now...

I'm standing up for myself.

I just...

Buried the pain
of what happened with my father,

but because of you,
I'm not just facing it.

I'm doing something.

I've learned a lot from you,
Ems.

We made a great team.

Well, if we're gonna win...

We're gonna need
a new game plan.

I don't have the time
for this firewall,

so we've got to get
her password.

Except that phone
never leaves her hands.

Maybe it doesn't need to.

I'm glad I decided
to take the evening off.

It's beautiful out here, isn't it?

Yeah, it's like
your own little sanctuary.

Where no one can find us.

- What? Have I done something wrong?
- No. No.

It's...

Let's just try
to enjoy the movie

and have another glass of wine.

Unless... I can go downstairs
and make another drink.

No, I don't need
anything from the bar.

Wine it is, then.

That's not what I meant.

Okay,
I think it's best if I go.

- Margaux.
- It's okay.

I have an early morning.

Enjoy your beautiful evening.

You're late.

Daniel held me up.

He wants his ex-girlfriend
to make our wedding cake.

He set up a tasting
at my house tomorrow.

Do you suspect
something's amiss?

No. I'm sure he's doing it
out of guilt.

Daniel's the reason
I needed to meet with you.

Victoria's compelled me
to get back into your orbit

in order to drive a wedge
between the two of you.

Well, that's not an option,
not this close to the wedding.

Yeah, but if I don't
see it through,

I may lose access
to the Graysons.

- Maybe there's a third way.
- And that is?

To be seen together...

- This is the last one, I promise.
- Are you kidding me?

Each one's been better
than the last.

Are these family recipes?

Yeah, passed down
from my mom's side.

Well, your mom taught you well.

Well, she raised me
and my brother

after my dad ditched us,
so everything I know

I learned from her,
including how to make a mess.

I am so sorry
about this disaster.

Oh, don't worry about it.

But... I better stop,
or I'll be full for my lunch with Victoria.

Well, if it'd help
make the lunch shorter,

I'd say eat up.

Thanks again...

For giving me a shot.

Of course. Thank you.
See ya.

Hey...

I really appreciate you
considering this.

It's just something I...
I want to do, you know?

It's a great thing
that you're doing.

And I... I think she'll make
a wonderful wedding cake.

Me, too.

I'll see you later, okay?

You got the job.

Shut up. Seriously?

I'm serious.

Man, she is way more mature than I am.
I mean...

Letting your fiancé's ex
make your wedding cake--

If the tables were turned,
I would be so jealous

and would have canceled
the whole thing.

- Oh, well, that's Emily.
- And you...

Even asking her to let me
make the cake--

That took guts. I mean,
what if these were awful?

I knew they wouldn't be.

I gotta say that, uh...

Forgiveness thing
you were looking for...

This goes a long way toward it.

Well...

- I should clean up.
- Okay.

Hey, let me help you.
I got it.

- I can help--
- No, Danny, you hired me. It's my job.

Then I'm giving you
the rest of the day off.

Go home.

So... How was your date
with Margaux?

Things were fine...

Until... they weren't.

Okay. What happened?

I don't know.
She just--

She left in the middle of it.

What, for no reason?
What's up, Jack?

Uh...

I just...

I blew it.

I mean, I didn't want to,
but I just--

I couldn't handle it.

You know what this is, right?

- Yeah.
- I think...

Maybe it's time to face it.

I must admit,
I was a bit surprised

when I heard
from your publicist.

So she tells me you're looking
for some press coverage.

Oh, uh,
there must be some confusion.

What Ms. Preston offered you
was an exclusive.

Conrad Grayson is back.
He's a survivor...

A laudatory profile of sorts.

It's out of the question.

We have to maintain
journalistic integrity.

And covering Daniel's wedding
isn't a conflict of interest?

Touché, Mr. Grayson.

But there is a difference
between a society piece

and an advertisement for you.

Now, if you were to give me
access to all your papers

and... archives...
Then maybe we could talk.

Ms. Lemarchal,
I'm not here to dwell on the past.

Well, if you're not willing
to be totally honest with me,

I'm not comfortable
moving forward.

But I'm sure there's a story
in you no one expects.

You just need the guts
to tell it.

You see how easy this is?

With you two on the same page,
it won't pull focus

as we can ease Conrad
back into the spotlight.

Well, this itinerary
is too aggressive.

Surely the 200 people
I'm hosting this evening

means I've done my duty.

You know better than most

that changing public opinion
takes time.

And I have mere weeks
until everyone sees you

as the new ideal of
a mother and daughter-in-law

- at the bridal shower.
- Hmm.

That should be
an interesting challenge.

Not for women of your stature.

If your conflict
creates such sparks,

imagine what
a partnership can do.

Well, I'd certainly
marvel to see it.

Aiden, what a coincidence.

Well, in--
In truth, it's not.

I know I'm--
I'm being forward,

but I was hoping
to steal Ms. Thorne.

I have nothing to say to you.

Why don't you go, Emily?

You clearly have things
to resolve.

Thank you for lunch, Bizzy.

Of course.

After you. Thank you.

Sweet girl.

Emily obviously craves
your approval.

You know, I would have assumed

that paying top dollar
for a flat

meant that Conrad got someone

who is better
at reading people.

Yes. Well,
on second thought, I--

Which is why I'm loathe
to parade around

on a goodwill tour with her,

not to mention her unresolved
feelings for Aiden Mathis.

He's her ex, too?

She is determined to make me
earn my keep, isn't she?

"Too"?

Well, I probably
shouldn't tell you this,

but young Emily
was married once before.

I beg your pardon.

Don't worry.
It was a mistake.

I'm sure that's all
there is to it.

One can never be too certain.

She was young.
She was in love.

Did she happen
to mention a name?

- Oh, I don't remember.
- Ronald...

Roger?
I'm sure I have it at the office.

Well, perhaps you can do
some investigating for me.

And the takedown is all yours,
Nolan.

I'm sure the Graysons'
4th of July party

will serve as the perfect backdrop,
don't you think?

Well...

Let the fireworks begin.

- Nice to see you.
- Take care.

- Hey, Mom.
- Quick photo?

Yeah.

Okay. Well, Bizzy's
certainly making this

an event to remember.

She's documenting
every living inch of it.

Well, I'm sure she'll be
excluding Aiden,

seeing as he dragged
your fiancée out of lunch today.

Emily told you, I'm sure.

I think he's trying
to rekindle the relationship.

Do you have
to read into everything?

Just try and enjoy yourself.

- Hello, gentlemen.
- Hi.

The who's who of the Hamptons
is out in full force.

I'd say we're a success.

Oh, and I have feelers out

for info on husband number one.

Speaking of which,
I should probably find mine.

Ah...

Why don't we keep our little
fact finding mission

to ourselves, shall we?

- Hmm?
- Mother...

You remember Sara?

Of course.

Oh, Ms. Munello,
I don't mean to be indelicate,

but wouldn't you
be far more comfortable

watching the fireworks
in the field somewhere?

Well, Charlotte was nice enough
to let me class it up tonight--

Pretend to be the one percent.

Of what exactly, dear?

Can I get you a refill?

'Cause I could sure
use a drink.

Why on earth did you invite
that girl back into our house?

Because I care
about Daniel too much

to see him marry
the wrong woman.

And I don't think Emily's
the one to make him happy.

You know I concur in spades,
but that doesn't explain

- the need to trot in somebody off the rack.
- Wake up, Mother.

I'm sure Daniel
still has feelings for Sara,

and she still
has feelings for him.

They just need help
remembering that.

So you think that Sara
could be the one

who would put a stop
to this wedding?

Well, if you weren't
so focused on hating Emily

and were more focused
on worrying about Daniel,

you might see it, too.

So okay... proud of me?

I'd expect nothing less.

Bizzy Preston... In the flesh.

Nols?

It's been ages.

Darling, you look marvelous.

Likewise, and, uh,
who's the arm candy?

This is my husband Jeff.
Jeff, this is Nolan Ross.

Mm, of course.
Pleasure to meet you, Nolan.

Oh, the pleasure is all mine.

Uh...
You dabble in P.R. as well?

Oh, no, no.
I let my wife stay in the spotlight.

She's good at it.

She is dedicated
to her clients.

You know, come to think of it,
the last time we crossed paths,

you were a bad girl,
outing me like that in the press.

You mean that whole "Sage" thing?

You're welcome.

I took you out of
the tech pages,

and I made you interesting
to real people.

You did bring out
my inner Armani.

And besides,
who could stay mad at that face?

You just earned a cocktail.

I wore this for one night
as a married man,

and I've worn it ever since
to honor you...

Maybe subconsciously
to convince people

that I had someone
to share my days with, and...

And nights.

But I don't anymore.

It's time for me
to try to move on.

I miss you with all my heart.

- I'm serious.
- The orange jumpsuit washed me out.

So I said I preferred
the black and white stripes.

They wouldn't budge.

You are too much.

You two seem to be having
a good time.

Oh, Emily, you are so lucky

to have this one
at arm's length.

God, the trouble
you two must get into.

Nothing worth publicizing.

Um, I was gonna ask you,

what time is that
museum fund-raiser on Monday?

Victoria would kill me
if I'm late.

As will I. Let me check.

Where are my readers?

Oh, here, these, uh...
These are mine.

Oh, thank you, Nols.
My little lifesaver.

10:00.

And it is very important
that you two put on

- a good show, my dear.
- I will behave, I promise.

Enjoy the party.

Thank you.

Now, where were we?

Well, I was just about to get,
uh, another cocktail.

What's your poison?

Surprise me.

Okay.

Oh, hi.

Thank you, Nols,
my little lifesaver.

Thank you, Nols,
my little lifesaver.

If it's a surprise you want,

I'm more than happy to oblige.

You're looking dashing this evening,
Ms. Thorne.

As are you, Mr. Mathis.

Well, I see you two
have made peace.

We're trying, Victoria,
seeing as you obviously intend

on having us both in your life.

Oh, aren't you kind?

But don't do anything
on my behalf.

Well, that wasn't
part of the plan.

Victoria forced my hand.

I had no choice
but to be seen with you.

Mm, don't get used to it.

Getting chummy
with Aiden again?

Oh, we're just at the same party,
Daniel.

What did he have to say?

Does it matter?

I'm just making the best
of a bad situation.

Don't tell me you're jealous.

No.

- No, I'm not.
- Good.

I was gonna go get some food,
if you want to join.

In a minute.
I, uh, got a couple people

- I need to talk to.
- Okay.

Word around the party
is that Conrad Grayson

is writing his memoirs.
Is this true?

Indeed it is.
Will you excuse us?

So you've decided to discuss
your past after all?

Well, you were right.
The public deserves it.

I plan to give it to them
in my own way.

Well, I would love
to talk more about it.

Perhaps tomorrow morning
at my office.

I'm afraid that ship has sailed.

I don't want mere excerpts for
Voulez, Mr. Grayson.

- No?
- I want your whole book.

Have you forgotten Lemarchal
has a publishing arm?

Well, then
tomorrow morning it is.

Okay.

Hey.

Look, I'm sorry
about the other night.

- It's been a rough year.
- I can't imagine.

Look, I haven't brought it up
because I felt

you didn't wanna talk about it.

I didn't.
That's... part of the problem.

But...

I hope that you'll give me
another chance.

You took off your ring.

What do you say we go watch
the fireworks on your roof?

Hey.
I brought you a jacket.

Hope you're not hiding
from my mother.

She doesn't scare me anymore.

- But, man, does she still try.
- Yeah, she tends to go all out.

Clearly.

Yeah,
I wouldn't miss this show.

I remember my mom
taking us kids out

every weekend during the season
to see them on Coney Island.

Yeah, Friday nights
on the boardwalk.

9:30 sharp.

Oh, you've been?

Best seats in the house
are between 10th and 15th.

Never missed it as a kid.

No way.

Of course, I was with my nanny,
but... Who knows?

Maybe we met once
at the hot dog stand.

If you had told me
I'd ever be back here

sitting next to you...

Well...
Things change.

Yeah.
Guess you're right.

You're hacking Bizzy's phone here?

What if somebody saw you?

What? I got excited.
Plus I waited till she left.

Did you get what you needed?

And so much more.

Check out this string
of dirty texts

from Ms. Preston herself.

Wait. Trevor?

I thought her husband's name
was Jeff.

It is. Seems our dear Bizzy
has been getting busy

covering up stories of her own.

Drink?

I don't want us to rush anything.

We can go up
and watch the fireworks.

What's this?

It's the 4th of July,

the day we Americans
celebrate ridding ourselves

of the British.

But I'm making progress.
I have Emily in good graces.

Well, your sad attempts
at wooing her

have failed
to have their desired effect.

Daniel's unconcerned
with your renewed relationship.

Well,
then I'll change his mind.

Oh, but you don't
seem to understand.

I'm declaring my independence.

Victoria, you can't deny

that we've made a good team
thus far,

and... besides...

You can't do this alone.

Oh, you underestimate me,
Mr. Mathis.

Yet another reason why
your time here is over.

So if you don't mind...

Get the hell out of my house.

What happened?

I don't know.
Victoria's gone crazy.

She just kicked me out
on a whim.

Means she's got
something else up her sleeve.

And I'll be damned
if I don't find out what it is.

Just don't overreact.

I don't want her
to get suspicious.

Well, then what can I do
to help?

Just go make sure
everything's ready

for when this is done.

Come back
when the dust settles.

Well, at least I get
to say good-bye this time.

Here you go.

If you want something fancier,
I can run downstairs.

Oh, do you have
an espresso machine?

No, no, I just meant
I can put it in a nicer mug.

Okay.

Oh, I'm afraid I need
to get to the office.

Stay for breakfast.

I make a mean pancake.

Rain check, please.

No, I'm hearing
a book proposal this morning,

and I imagine Conrad Grayson
waits for no one.

- Conrad?
- Mm-hmm.

What's he pitching,
a book of lies?

Probably, but that doesn't mean
I can't get the real story.

I have a feeling it's much
more interesting

than any of us know.

Hi!
Great party last night, huh?

Can you believe
the Graysons are trending?

Oh, I can.

You do anything for your clients,
don't you?

Even if it hurts someone else.

Are you still on
about that story

I planted in the press
years ago?

Oh. You mean the one
that nearly destroyed me?

That left me feeling
completely alone,

that cost me the last ten years
of my father's life?

Yeah. You did that.

So why are you here?

For payback.

Well... See, at first,

I was just going to out
all of your clients' secrets,

but then I thought,
well, it's not their fault

they have
drug and anger issues.

Oh, and that, uh,
guy with the thing for the diapers...

How do you know about that?

That is
totally secure information.

Little birdie told me.

And then...
Sent e-mails to all your clients,

explaining how sloppy you are
at guarding their sins.

You'll destroy my career.

Ah, well, Bizzy, I already did.

And... Now that you're
officially out of business,

you're mine.

Now if and when I need you,
I'll call.

Otherwise,
that phone stays silent.

And that includes
sexting Trevor Vance.

I don't know who that is.

Huh. Then why do you visit
his house in Westport

three nights a week?

Nolan...

Jeff's... He's a good man.

And it would kill him
if he found out.

All right.

Then I'll give you
a choice--

One that you never had
the courtesy to extend to me

all of those years ago.

End the affair...
Today.

Go back to the man
that clearly loves you.

Otherwise...

I tell him the truth.

I am sorry...

About what happened
with your father.

I've waited ten years
to hear that.

It's just too bad
he never will.

I wanted to apologize

for my coldness toward you
last night.

It's a long way to hike

for two words you can say
on the phone.

Well, then would you indulge me
for a few more?

I know that Daniel once
fancied you

and that I wasn't the most
receptive to your presence.

You think?

That's because
I didn't fully understand

how important
his happiness was to me...

Exclusive of my own.

What are you saying?

That I think that you may
be the one for Daniel.

Daniel's getting married
in a month.

But you must have stopped
to wonder

if that was only because
he lost you three years ago.

I know that you and I
didn't get along in the past,

but perhaps
we could work together

towards a common goal.

Hmm?

My museum fund-raiser's
canceled.

I imagine I have you
to thank for that.

- Bizzy will be anything but for a while.
- Thanks.

Though when it was time
to go in for the kill,

I couldn't pull the trigger.
I actually saved her marriage.

Guess my takedowns
have a silver lining, huh?

It's kind of fun
being your wingman.

I taught you well, grasshopper.

You know, actually,
you did, Nolan.

Two years ago,
I never would've thought I'd have

a partner in all this...

Or a real friend.

Well, you, uh...

Might wanna wait
on our freeze-frame high five.

My glasses accidentally
pocket-recorded

portions of last night's party.

Allow me to jump
to the lowlight.

Wait for it...

That's why Daniel wasn't
upset about Aiden.

Looks like they're about
to rekindle their past.

Then I have to make sure
they have no future.

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