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Previously on Revenge...

- Tell her to go away!
- We are gonna be a family.

I finally remember what I did
during my blackouts.

All because of that one memory.

You're the only person
who knew how to save me.

You've seen him before.

And I never thought I'd be
happy to see him again.

I've been looking for an
apprentice in my Tuscan studio.

I've been given an opportunity.

But it means I have to leave.

Goodbye, Mom.
I will always love you.

Pascal LeMarchal
is on his way from Paris.

Right on schedule.

Stevie Grayson
is my biological mother.

Maybe you should
give her a chance.

I was in a rehab
when I found out I was pregnant.

I couldn't be a decent mother

until I learned how
to take care of myself.

I think Stevie Grayson
visited my father in prison.

- What do you think she wanted?
- She came here with secrets.

I'm gonna find out
every single one.

Grace is
at the core of tragedy.

For if there's no height
at which to drop,

no pride taken
in the life lived,

you have nothing to lose.

But once in the free fall
of disgrace...

...the only way
to change its momentum

is to use it to your advantage.

I forgot.
Tomorrow's the opening night of the opera.

It's Pagliacci.

One of Patrick's favorites.

- I'm sorry he's gone.
- Thank you, Daniel.

My only consolation is
that your father won't be there.

I'm sorry Emily will, though.

Well...

Maybe not.

Because that
was taken yesterday.

It was my assumption
that Aiden had left town

after I kicked him
out of the house.

Well, I'm glad he stuck around

because I finally have my ticket
out of this marriage.

I'm just waiting for her
to get home.

You know, that's the first smile
I've seen on you in a while.

May I ask you a favor?

Please give me a front-row seat
when you tell her.

So, you're sure she only
visited him the one time?

Stevie Grayson,
A.K.A. Stephanie Pruitt,

only checked into the visitor log once,
in 1997.

A few days later,
she was busted for a D.U.I. and left for Cali.

That's why I never knew.

And neither did my father.

Stevie used her maiden name
so he wouldn't know

that she was a Grayson.

Or she didn't want Conrad
to know that she visited him.

So the first thing
we need to figure out

is whose side she's on.

If Jack's trying to wrap his
head around his newfound mom...

This is gonna blow his mind.

Jack stays out of it.
You know that.

Well, this is his mother
we're talking about.

Who I can approach directly,

given that I called her to town
in the first place.

And what if you
have to take her down?

Don't you think
you've done enough to Jack,

or are you prepared
to destroy him all over again?

You're testing me.

Just want to make sure
you're not gonna black out

and become
your own worst Emily.

But, seriously,

are you sure that you don't
want to bring Jack into this?

Absolutely not,

especially since I don't
know what "this" is yet.

I had no idea your father
was coming back with you.

He wasn't supposed to.

Well, his arrival is
burning up the gossip line.

Everyone wants to know
who Pascal LeMarchal

will bring with him
to the opera tomorrow.

How do you want me
to handle it?

There's nothing to handle.

He'll be gone
before the curtain rises.

I flew Margaux over
in my Bombardier Global 6000.

- Uh-huh.
- Great plane.

You should consider buying one,

assuming you didn't lose
everything in your divorce.

Well, as you can see,
I've been acquiring assets.

By sacrificing so much.

Do you mean the house
or Victoria?

'Cause either way,

I'm happy to be free
of that fading structure.

Now that you've
had time to catch up,

can we get down to business?

Actually, we're on our way to
the club for a round of tennis.

Your father's still smarting

from the time I beat him
in Saint Tropez.

Revisionist history...

...a Grayson speciality.

Attends.

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- Stevie. Hi.
- It's been awhile.

How have you been
since last we met?

Well, I'm working on things.

On myself and --
and with Daniel.

Well, then, I'm glad you won't
be needing my services.

Actually,
can we talk for a moment?

Thought you might
want some of the good stuff

before we head off to lunch.

Jack, hi.

You two know each other?

Oh, everybody knows everybody
around here.

Can you excuse us for a second?

Of course.

Emily,
it was good to see you again.

Yes. You, too.

What are you doing here?

I just bumped into Stevie.

Right after her A.A. meeting?
Seems awfully convenient.

Were you hoping
that I wouldn't be here?

Look, I just wanted to
ask her a few questions.

I know that she's a Grayson,
but she was gone

long before all the stuff
with your father happened.

Look, you and I are finally
getting back to a good place,

and I'm trying to get there
with my mom, too.

Please just let me
have this one thing.

Leave Stevie out of it.

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Oh! Ha ha!
That is match!

You've lost your touch,
my friend.

I'm surprised you still
have your competitive spirit.

I thought you were more
into frivolous games these days.

I assume you're referring
to my stewardship of Voulez.

Using my brand
to publish your memoirs --

it's beneath you.

Yeah, well,
I've decided to put those on ice.

I mean,
I'd hate for the world to think

that my story's
anywhere near over.

No, I have new aspirations.

And what are they?
The French Open? Wimbledon?

That's always been your problem,
Pascal.

You're too fixated
on your own continent.

And where should I be looking?

Right here, the Americas,
where I can shepherd

your new North American
base of operations.

I mean, think about it --
a Grayson/LeMarchal alliance

would be something remarkable
to reckon with.

I remember when we started out,

you said I was a fool
for running a media company.

Well,
it was a foolish thing to say.

Now,
information is the real seat of power,

and Voulez is just the base
of the pyramid.

Considering what you've
asked of me in the past,

I think I've done
enough for you.

Conrad.
Hmm, showing up where you don't belong.

If you remember,
I got the membership in the divorce,

hoping to
avoid awkward run-ins

whenever I choose
to have a quiet lunch out.

I was on my way out anyway,
having bested an old friend.

Victoria, you remember Pascal.

Still losing to Conrad, I see.

Just tried to make him
feel good about himself --

something you finally stopped
doing after 25 years.

Don't forget -- you're the one
who introduced us, Pascal.

I never have.

But now that you've
got rid of him,

perhaps you'd like
to have lunch with me?

Oh, I'm sure you'll
figure something out.

If I remember correctly,

you're never alone
for very long.

Oh-hoo.
- Hey, hey, hey. Look who's back.

I can't believe it!

I'm only away a short time,
yet you've grown so much.

Mm.

How are things with the house?

Well, escrow is closing
in eight days, or...

Huit jours.

- Your accent is... not bad.
- No?

Are you looking to impress my father?

Actually, I was looking
to impress his daughter.

Your French will be put
to better use with me anyway,

because I'm hoping my father
won't stay through tomorrow.

Although,
there continue to be rumors of him

going to the opera.

And I got your mother a ticket.

- You --
- Unless you think it's too soon.

- No.
- No?

No, I would love
for you to meet her.

Okay. Fantastic.

Is your...

Your father driving you nuts?

I simply asked
for a little muscle

to push Conrad out.

Well, instead,
he flies here to play tennis,

and I'm back
to being his little girl --

or at least
that's how he treats me.

Right.

When I first started working,
my dad, like, wouldn't let me

make any of the deposits
or deal with any of the vendors.

What did you do?

Well, I told him to go to hell,
and I did it anyway.

And it worked out

'cause he finally started
trusting me to run the business.

Of course...

We ran a bar,
not a multibillion-dollar company.

A parent is a parent.

And you're lucky to have such a good one.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, you look sun-kissed,
Conrad.

I was beating an old friend
at a game of tennis --

- Pascal LeMarchal.
- Hmm.

He'd like you --
sophisticated, smart, beautiful.

Ah, but on the downside,
you're happily married, right?

About that...

So, you had me
drag Stevie back here

just to stir up trouble
with Victoria?

Well, to be clear,
I thought you were sincere

about your desire
to get divorced.

But, yeah, it was a convenient
way to get back

at my second ex while
making amends with my first.

Oh, well, from what I hear,
you had nothing to make up for.

Wasn't Stevie on her way
to rock bottom back in the day?

While we were married, yes.

So, did something happen
after your divorce?

Well, we crossed paths
a few years later,

and she tried to reinsert
herself into my business --

not a good choice for anyone.

You know, in the long run,
I probably did her a favor.

Still...

There you go.
Here's your blanket, sweet boy.

So, this Margaux --

when do I get to meet her?

How about tomorrow night?

This must be love
if you're going to the opera.

I'm in.

Yeah, she, uh...

She kind of took me
by surprise.

I'm proud of you, Jack.

Moving on is a brave thing.

Though I see this, and...

...I wish I'd had the courage

to get back
in your life sooner --

and not just because
I could have met her,

but...

What?

It's silly.

Maybe things would have
turned out different.

Trust me.

What happened was gonna happen.

I met Amanda's father
once in prison.

I was one of the people
that thought he got a raw deal.

And if you don't
mind me asking,

what did Amanda believe?

That her father
was an innocent man.

And you?

That the people
who follow this path

end up hurt... or worse.

Because of my former husband
and his family?

Yes.

Which is why
I'd like to drop it.

Marta.

You're requested in the study,
Mrs. Grayson.

Well, I'm glad to see you
finally came to your senses

and hired the staff back.

Well, now that you're leaving,
I figured it was time.

Excuse me?

We're getting a divorce.

As a sign of good faith,
I've accessed family funds

to make you an offer that
should last several decades,

since I know how much
you covet our lifestyle.

It's far more than you deserve,

but small price to pay
to get you out.

Yes, but according to the legal
definition of adultery,

this doesn't prove a thing.

Well, we'll see about that
when we haul you into court.

I can't believe this.

I forgave Daniel for so much.

He shot me on the night

that should have been
a dream come true

and forced me
into blaming Lydia Davis.

I did it all for Daniel.

After everything we've been through,
all of the anguish,

who could blame me
for finding comfort

in the arms of someone else?

Consider that a preview
to my testimony.

I'll see you at the opera tomorrow,
Daniel.

You, too, Victoria.

Let her go.

She's trying to goad you.

I want her out.

But I thought
you wanted a divorce.

Oh, I'll get one
when the time is right.

Well, sounds like you
handled it with panache.

Still, I can't believe Daniel

had a tail on me
and I didn't know it.

Well, you were a little
off your game at the time.

Well, now that I'm back,

the last thing I need is
Daniel tracking my every move.

I can't afford
any more wild cards.

Emily Grayson.

Why don't you tell me
who you really are?

"Everybody knows everybody" --
that's what you said, right?

But was everybody
the maid of honor

at Amanda's wedding?

That must have been quite
the betrayal to the Graysons --

you supporting
a Clarke --

unless you were
double-crossing Amanda.

Does Jack suspect something?

Look, I don't know
who you think I am,

but I'm not just another witness
that you can toy with.

You call me into town under
the guise of hating Daniel,

and then you claim to be happy.

I think it's pretty clear

that you haven't been honest
with me since the moment we met.

Why should I
believe you're an ally?

Because Amanda
was like a sister to me.

And what the Graysons did to her
and her father makes me sick.

So...

The real the question is,
why are you married to Daniel?

What's your stake in this?

Like Amanda...

...maybe you...

I think David Clarke
was innocent.

Did you ever
do anything about it?

I tried.

I even met with him once.

A few days later,

I was pulled over
and blew a 0.14.

I never drove drunk.
Conrad had set me up.

And a D.U.I. is grounds
for disbarment.

And if he was willing
to go that far,

at least you know
you were onto something.

You're looking for answers,
too, aren't you?

For Amanda.

Maybe I can help.

Thanks, Stevie, but

after everything
that's happened,

it's important for me
to put Jack's feelings first.

And...

I know he wants to let this go.

Javier?

Somebody didn't forget
what I taught him inside.

What the hell are you doing?

I was looking
for a bottle opener.

Please tell me you did not
hack your way out of prison.

No, man. I'm out.
On the up-and-up.

And breaking the law already.

You have some serious
security breaches,

which I can help you with.

You said I could crash here.

If you had
nowhere else to st--

You have nowhere else to stay.

But what about your mom?

You'd think she'd appreciate
that I used the money I stole

from the N.S.A. to put her
through night school,

but she just can't seem to
get over the first part

or the "getting caught" part.

Well,
you were kind of an idiot.

I mean, signing your hacks
with an anagram of your name?

Which you told me,
like, every day.

Yeah, because you
had a lot to learn,

and I had a lot of time
to teach you.

How about you let me
put it to good use, huh?

Come on. What do you got
in the hopper these days?

I bet it is something huge.

All right, you know what?

Don't worry about
what I'm working on.

Just... focus on finding
yourself a place to stay.

For now...
I can crash?

For one day.
One day only.

I had to meet the man

who took snapshots
of the wiliest person I know.

You're good.

Thank you,
Mrs. Grayson.

But your son said I'd satisfied
his need for my services.

Well, I have a new angle
I'm working on,

and I think you're
just the person to help me out.

Excuse me, Mrs. Grayson,
but your dress has arrived.

Already?

Oh.
Would you excuse me?

I had an inspiration for what
you could wear to the opera.

Well, I applaud
your presumption.

I've already picked out a gown.

Not like this one.

I had it overnighted
by the designers.

You're friends
with Dolce & Gabbana?

I have many friends.

Well, I recently had dinner
with Domenico.

Your name didn't come up.

Oh, really?

Well, I'm trying not to give
people reasons to talk about me.

Which is a big difference
from the man I met years ago.

I have changed.

So have you.
Divorce suits you.

Your charms won't work on me,
Pascal.

Not this time.

Perhaps we should go, then.

Oh, maybe I should
try on that gown.

The designers are friends of mine,
after all.

I wouldn't want to offend.

And it's stunning.

I look forward to seeing you
at Pagliacci.

I saw Emily last night.

Did she call you?

I went to her.

What's going on there?

Nothing.

She sent me away
out of loyalty to you.

We've been through a lot.

And the lawyer in me says you
both want to do right by Amanda,

so why discourage that?

I know it's selfish, but...

I don't want another thing
taken from me.

This is worth fighting for.

I don't know that it is.

An innocent man
was put behind bars.

If there's anything that can be done,
I want to help.

It's that important to you?

Cases like David Clarke's were
the reason I became a lawyer.

I wanted to be in the trenches,
fighting for the underdog,

which is what I do every day
in my divorce practice.

For me, it's all about justice.

And how were you gonna
get that for David Clarke?

After he was convicted,
I looked into his case,

and I received
a suspicious piece of evidence,

but I couldn't
verify the source.

Once I was disbarred,
my firm confiscated everything.

And with that...
went all hope.

Now there's no way
to get that information.

Push the 36th floor.

Jack, you sure
you're up for this?

Well, if you could have
just hacked the files, then --

Well, if you'd wanted something
from this century, no problem,

but everything else is on hard drives
that aren't connected to anything else.

So, therefore, you have to physically
break into their archives.

And this thing's rigged
to open the security door?

Hmm. It will be.

Look, once you're in,

you're gonna locate
the June 1997 hard --

Grab it and get out of there.
I know. Yeah.

I will meet you
after my meeting.

Ms. Stevie's old firm
is fairly high-profile,

and I need new lawyers

if I'm gonna flood the market
with new product.

Jack, I can't keep depriving
the world of my genius.

Yeah, about that,
do you want me to stop the elevator?

I just have to get
through the security firewall

through the network,
and then we should be good to go.

Almost there.

Oh, Jack of little faith.

- This just came for you.
- Thank you.

Nolan Ross.

I have a meeting with the head
of the patent department.

Yes, Mr. Ross.
One second, please.

Nolan Ross
is here to see you, sir.

Please have a seat.
He'll be right with you.

Thanks.

June '97.

June '97.

No dates.

Look, I work fast,
so I want a team that can secure patents

as quickly
as I'm going to need them.

All due respect,
Mr. Ross, seems of late,

your legal needs are more the
"keep me off death row" kind.

Well, last year was fraught
with unforeseeable obstacles,

but I am ready
to chart a new course.

Well, if that's the case,

we may be interested
in your comeback.

Don't call it a comeback.

I've been here for years.

Excuse me.

Our time is money,
Mr. Ross.

And I can afford it.

Nolan!

- Nope.
- You got upgraded to Javier.

Do you know what year the firm
was founded?

- I'm sorry. Who is this?
- Do you want their info or mine?

What year, and what's
the first number on the drives?

All right. Uh...

Uh, uh, 1978, and, um, E23754.

Are you sure that's not "56"?

- You're right. It's 56.
- Thought so.

It's a basic
rolling-code crypto.

I saw tats in prison that were
harder to figure out than that.

Oh, right. Of course.

You're Nolan's friend
from prison.

Okay, you want June '97.

It's gonna be L39935, L39936.

And grab L39937
in case you read wrong again.

And I just broke my probation
on landline,

which is gonna be traced
in 5, 4, 3 -- later.

L39935.

You're still here.

I thought without a future
as a partner,

you would lose interest
in Voulez.

I was curious as to how,
in this new-media era,

a magazine could
start out so successfully,

so I had a forensic accountant
look into the books,

and I think I may have
underestimated you, Pascal.

You also underestimate the power
of the LeMarchal name.

He's right.

Now get out.

That's my girl.

No, I'm talking to you, Pascal.

This is my magazine.
Its success is because of me.

But your presence here
is not only unneeded,

it's unwanted.

See? That's what happens
when you have kids too young.

You don't raise them properly.

Oh, well, that may be so,

but allow me
to applaud your success

at raising the bottom line.

It appears, Margaux,
that Voulez is losing money

to the tune
of a million every quarter.

Our ledgers show
we're in the black, Conrad.

No, that's true.

But when they cross the pond
to Pascal's accountants,

the numbers change.

That's a savvy move, Pascal --
indulging your daughter

while creating
a handsome quarterly write-off.

What? Is this true?

This is why I said business wasn't for you,
sweetheart.

You're an evil man.

Now this from a woman who fired
my son to save her company,

whom you're more than welcome
to reinstate once I've moved

into the LeMarchal
Manhattan headquarters.

That's assuming we now
see eye-to-eye, Pascal.

Are you sure you want to
go down that road?

Hmm?

'Cause it goes back 20 years.

It was important to Stevie
that you have them.

Why did you do this?

Because your father
was important to me, too.

I don't want you involved,
Jack.

Emily, your dad was a good man,
an innocent man.

And isn't that what this
is all about?

- The fight for justice?
- This is my fight, not yours.

- Would you just let me help?
- No!

Look, you were right.

We're finally getting
back to a good place.

I honored
what you asked me before --

I left your mother alone.

I need you to do the same.

Just stay out of it.
Please.

What are you doing?

I retained your P.I.,

who discovered
that Aiden's in Bermuda,

which is good because it means
he poses no imminent threat.

Hold on a second,
you're using my detective?

Since when?

Since Emily rejected
that huge settlement.

I was testing her, Daniel.

Grifters have their price,
and Emily couldn't be bought.

She's targeting our family
and not our fortune.

The best way
to expose what she's after

is to keep her here with you.

Absolutely not. I'm getting that divorce.

Don't you find it odd that she
happened to date Aiden Mathis,

whose father planted the bomb
on Flight 197

and that she was close
with Amanda Clarke,

whose childhood home
she was living in.

There's a connection.

I'm going to
find out what her plan is.

To what end?

Your theories could take months
or even years to prove.

Now, right now the only plan
that I'm concerned about

is getting her the hell
out of my life.

What were you thinking?

I should have
told you Jack approached me.

Well, it can't happen again,
Nolan.

We've talked about this.
What the --

Where the hell did you even
get this stuff?

Javier.
Uh, he decoded the labels.

Javier?

He's this millennial computer
genius from prison that I --

Are you kidding me?

He got out.
He landed on my doorstep.

I don't know.
He looks up to me.

Lord knows why.

I know I've been
a little dormant lately,

but...
I've still got a lot of ideas.

You don't have to
prove yourself to me, Nolan.

I just hope you didn't
tell Javier too much.

Oh, don't worry.

He had no idea
what we were stealing or why.

Good.

Hey, look at this.

Wow.

That's a bombshell.

But who made the bomb?

My next target.

Hmm, why don't you practice
for the spotlight

'cause it's gonna
keep getting hotter.

Charlotte,
I haven't seen you in forever.

I cover Voulez' gossip line now,
so busy, busy.

- But that doesn't mean we can't catch up over lunch.
- Oh, I'd love that.

See what I mean?

- Pascal LeMarchal just arrived.
- Hmm.

I'll introduce you.

Pascal.

Hi, Charlotte.
How are you?

Have you met my sister-in-law,
Emily Grayson?

Hi. Nice to meet you.

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Oui, yeah.

Excuse me.

I knew you couldn't resist.

Well, fine art's
meant to be displayed.

And appreciated.

Keep your distance, Pascal.

This dress may touch my body,
but you'll never be so lucky.

You look handsome,
Mr. Porter.

It's a pleasure, Ms. Grayson.

"Stevie," please.

It's so nice to meet the woman
who's making my son so happy.

- If you'll both excuse me.
- Sure.

Ah. You must be Jack.

Mr. LeMarchal,
it's so nice to meet you.

I always enjoy meeting
a fellow self-made man.

I'm in town
for a few more days.

Hope we can spend
some time together.

I would like that very much.

Should we find our seats?

Um, I'll just be a moment.

- All right. Nice to meet you.
- Take care.

Yes?

I thought you were
leaving tomorrow.

Oh, I might stay
a little bit longer

to handle some
unfinished business.

And maybe teach you a thing or two,
sweetheart.

Excuse me.

I'll fill you in
on everything later,

but it's time to show our
fathers what we're capable of.

Care to join me?

I'm certainly
in a fighting mood.

Mom.

You are not gonna believe this.

This just came
across the Voulez tip line.

It can't be true, can it?

How could you?

I'm sorry?

Faking a pregnancy
to force Daniel into marriage.

What kind of lunatic are you?!

You want to do this now?

Your medical records
are out there.

Now everyone knows.

- Those are private.
- So it's true?

Where are you going, Emily?!

You can run Emily,
but this will follow you.

Your dirty,
little secret is out.

You're nothing
but a fraud and a liar

who deceived my son
into marriage!

Emily Thorne,
you are done here.

After everything I've done
to protect you, Daniel.

This is over.

You don't know
what you're doing.

Emily, dear,
it's time to leave.

Don't touch me!

The divorce papers.

I had them redrafted,

so don't think that settlement
amount is still in there.

You'll be leaving with nothing.

Well, I still have the fact
that Daniel shot me.

You called a press conference,
got up on that balcony,

and told the world
that Lydia shot you.

So, which story is it?
Hmm?

After last night,
no one's going to believe you.

You'll look
like a resentful woman

caught in a lie about
a pregnancy that never existed.

Then I guess you both
got what you wanted.

Oh, I just love the opera.

You never know what performance
you're going to get.

Did you leak
the medical records?

No.
The timing was curious.

I love you, Daniel.

And I simply saw an opportunity
to help you, and I took it,

but I'm still keeping my eye
on Ms. Thorne.

If she sticks around,
your theory's correct.

She's targeting us.

And I will find out why.

If you get sauce on my couch,

you're buying me a new one,
and, uh, I meant what I said.

You can stay for one day,
which is over now.

Is that any way
to treat your tech support?

And besides,
I can't legally leave anyways.

I, uh...

I sort of gave my parole officer
your address.

You put yourself under
house arrest at my house?

I just want to live alone.
Is that too much to ask?

Is this a...
Is this a picture of me?

Yeah, I'm, uh...

I'm thinking about
becoming an artiste.

Not according to these scribbles,
but...

Wait. What is the rest
of this, really?

It's an idea
for a web aggregator.

Think of it
as antisocial media.

I just...
can't crack it.

That's 'cause you're using C++.

I could fix this
in a nanosecond with binary.

Do you see?
That's what I'm talking about.

And, seriously,
thanks for letting me stay, man.

You're the only guy I liked inside,
so I'm in your debt.

Well, based on, uh,
what I'm seeing here...

...you might be able
to repay me.

The one time I miss the opera,

something interesting
actually happens.

It was extraordinary.

I feel pretty bad
for your daughter-in-law.

Oh, I'm sure by now,
she's my ex-daughter-in-law.

I was on my way out.

Please... Feel free
to drink on my tab.

Now, Pascal, come on.

You and I both know you're
gonna give me what I want.

Conrad, I understand you
don't hear "no" very often,

but I have no intention
of merging our companies. Ever.

Well, what if I got you the one
thing you've always wanted

but never had?

I have everything a man
could want.

Except Victoria.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I just wanted to
make sure you were okay.

Press is saying
some pretty harsh stuff.

No, I'm fine.
Everything went as expected.

Of course.
You were behind it.

Look, as much as I hated
using Charlotte,

I had to create a public break
from the Graysons,

and I needed them
to feel like they won.

Which you would only do
if you had a new plan.

Tell me what's going on.

You know how dangerous this is,

and I don't want you
getting hurt again.

I'm not sitting
on the sidelines anymore, Emily.

What you are doing --

it's not just about justice
for your father.

It's also for Declan...

- And Amanda.
- Yes, and I will get it for them.

I got you
that information yesterday,

which means I'm now involved,
and so is my mother.

So you can either
make this a fight,

or you can get good
with it now.

What was on those drives?

"Conrad, per you request,
I handled TWM.

Your DC plan is safe."

I assume "DC's" your dad,
but what's "TWM"?

I don't know,
but I'm gonna figure it out.

How?

- My mom said she never knew who wrote the letter.
- I think I do.

Look at this.

There's a shadow on the edge of
the note where it was scanned,

which means it wasn't
standard American measurements.

It was European.

And this is a note I received

when I agreed to let Voulez
cover my wedding.

It's the same handwriting.

Pascal is a part of this?

Yeah, I think he is.

And I know you
love his daughter,

which is why I don't
want you involved in this.

Then we have to
take the risk...

And hope that
there's no collateral damage.

I'll make sure there won't be.

Pascal won't
even know he was hit.

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