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This is amazing.

You cannot go into business
with these people.

They are looking out for me.

You will regret this.

This is... war.

Good luck
on the big move with Margaux.

I'm not so sure
that's gonna happen anymore.

I don't think
we're gonna make it.

- I have everything handled.
- There won't be any fallout.

- You recorded our conversations.
- I control you.

- How do you know my father?
- He came to me with the story

about planting that bomb.

The second I gave Pascal
that story,

I knew I'd made a mistake.
He killed your father.

- We need you to come forward.
- I'll do whatever you need.

Pascal has already
paid a visit to Mr. Chapman.

You're next unless
I run interference for you.

None of this was chance.
It was Emily.

It's revenge...
for David.

A revolution begins
when the desires of many

are addressed
by the actions of one.

It's a ripple of change

that starts when the first
stone is cast at those in power

and only ends when one side
lies defeated...

Or if two sides become one.

Since our last meeting,

you seem to be avoiding me,
Mr. Mathis.

I'll let you know
when I have what you need.

Oh, well, when will that be?

'Cause as I do my part
to keep Pascal on his heels

by besting him in business,

you seem more interested
in abandoned midtown buildings

than the task at hand.

Well, I have other interests
that don't involve you.

Not right now you don't.

Or were the photographs
of Oscar's dead body

not enough to compel you?

If you're so eager,

why don't you take care
of Pascal yourself?

I don't even get my hands dirty
when driving.

You have one day

before I alert Pascal
to your presence.

Unless, like Oscar Chapman,

you want to flee
and life your life as a woman.

You're certainly acting
like one.

I'm beginning to understand

why Emily went through
with that wedding.

What happened on the honeymoon
boat was to be my downfall.

I can only imagine what her next
desperate attempt will be.

I won't give her that chance.

I told you I don't want you
involved with her in any way.

I agree.

There is something
I would like to ask you.

Actually, I should have
asked you this a long time ago.

Will you marry me?

Would you like to be my wife?

Yes, Pascal.

Yes!

- Yes?
- Yes.

What about Rebecca Devereaux?

Zbornak? Nylund.

I just want you to be golden,
girl.

Get serious, Nolan.

I'm trying to give you time
to reconsider

since taking Conrad down
like this is a huge risk.

It won't be if we're prepared.

I cannot believe that Daniel
got Javier to Mac-stab me.

Have you seen the guest list
for the MyClone launch tomorrow?

Hey. You're late.
Is the space ready?

No, I had to find a new one

as Conrad cornered me
at the original location...

And gave me
an ultimatum --

Take care of Pascal,
or he'll reveal me.

Then let's take control
of the situation.

What shall we do with the day?

There's a beautiful vineyard
at the north fork

I've been wanting to visit.

Mm-hmm.
I have a meeting in the city.

- But after that, I'm all yours.
- Oh.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Take it easy, you crazy kids.

I still can't believe
you're engaged.

Mm.

Oh, yes. I believe it.

Where are you thinking
of holding the ceremony?

Heon't tell me,
but I think it's Corsica.

- It is Corsica, right?
- I won't tell you.

Hey, all goes well
with the MyClone debut tomorrow,

we'll build you a chateaux there
with the profits.

I'm impressed, Daniel.
Your program is perfect

for LeMarchal's expansion
into social media.

Great job.

Margaux, your father tells me
that he has big plans for you.

Oh, at least
he has told the news to someone.

I spoke to Gideon this morning.

He still thinks
he's in line for your job.

Patience, sweetheart.
Patience.

It's not like
I'm stepping down tomorrow.

Okay, here's...

To things worth the wait.

Thank you.

- Come with me, LeMarchal.
- Who are you?

The man who's detaining you.

Miss Thorne.

No. Agent Rebecca Stone,
Homeland Security.

This is where
you tell me everything.

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For three years now,
I've been undercover

building a case
against the Graysons --

Money laundering, murder...

Terrorism.

And you have the information
that I need to close my case.

I want to talk to my lawyer.

Under Section 412
of the Patriot Act,

I'm under no legal obligation
to provide you with counsel.

I always knew
you were up to something.

The feeling's mutual.

So why don't you make this
easy on yourself?

What do you have
on the Graysons?

I have nothing to say.

Ill-advised.

But fine.
I'll start with your phone.

Mom?

Charlotte?
What's wrong?

Some freak just sent me this.

"You're so much like your namesake,
it's almost haunting.

"And I know I said this before,

but the day you became a Clarke
was one of my proudest moments."

There's no signature.

And what what does that mean --
"I said this before"?

I haven't the foggiest.
Someone who's trying to scare you?

I don't know, Mom.

Amanda once showed me
some journals that David wrote.

And the handwriting is similar.

Is there any chance
David is still alive?

Charlotte...

History has proved that there
are always people out there

who enjoy haunting this family

with the specter
of David Clarke.

But that letter
seems so sincere.

Darling,
don't let your imagination run wild...

Especially when there are far
lovelier things to think about.

- You're engaged.
- Mm-hmm.

That was fast.

I hope one day
your heart knows such certainty.

Oh, sweetie.

Congratulations.

So you see why we shouldn't
let anything rattle us?

Give me that.
I'll get rid of it.

No.

I don't want you
to spend another second

with such an evil prank.

Dude has ice in his veins.

I guess that's why he had
no trouble shooting Oscar

at point-blank range.

That's something that
we have to carry, too, Nolan.

Neither of you
pulled that trigger.

Pascal's the one
who has to pay.

Well, everything's loaded.
Now what?

Access any audio or video
from the last few days,

since that's when Conrad
contacted me.

Once Pascal rolls on Conrad,
Conrad will roll on Victoria.

We'll have them dead their rights.
There.

- I have everything handled.
- There won't be any fallout.

Just stay calm,
and it'll all be fine.

But they are in big trouble.

Daniel and Gideon are kids.

Trust me,
the last thing Prince Rainier wants

is to alienate the Graysons
and the LeMarchals

over a raided wet bar.

Damn it.
This has nothing to do with Flight 197.

Pascal was bluffing.

Conrad doesn't know that.

I need you to get me something.

- You here for your sour grapes?
- Mm, no, I heard the news.

You know,
I thought that your imminent departure

would bring me solace.

But oddly,
there's another sensation

kicking around inside of me.

A burst appendix, I hope.

No, something far more concerning.

It's a bizarre impulse
to protect you.

You know,
it seems as if your mission

is to stop by weekly
like the gardener

to convince me
that Pascal is a weed.

If I didn't know better,

I would think that you
were still in love with me.

And I was once, Victoria.

- As Pascal is now.
- Is he?

After trying to force
my compliance to his demands,

he needs to make certain
that you are legally incapable

of corroborating
my testimony about him.

I assure you that is not the case.

Why don't you ask
Oscar Chapman?

'Cause he's the man your fiancé
killed in the city yesterday

to save his own skin.

Or did he not tell you that
before he proposed?

If you ever set foot
in this house again,

I will have you arrested
for trespassing.

Oh, from what I hear,
you won't be around to make that happen.

You will make a beautiful bride,
Victoria.

I only wish
the vows of matrimony

didn't lead once more
to your being a miserable wife.

Hey.

Did Margaux send you
for her stuff?

'Cause I haven't
boxed it up yet.

No.

But, Jack, I am so sorry.

I never meant
for that to happen.

Yeah, well, it had to...

With or without
your brother's meddling.

What brings you by?

You're gonna think I'm crazy.

Who wrote this?

I have a guess.

It can't be David.

Well, Amanda had some journals
with his handwriting,

so it can't hurt to check,
right?

Charlotte, your father is dead.

This is obviously just some jerk
messing with your head.

Yeah,
my mother said the same thing.

And then I found these
in her vanity --

Two more letters.

Why would she hide them and then
lie to my face about it?

Who knows
why she does anything?

Please,
can I just see the journals?

I don't know what Amanda showed you,
but I don't have anything.

Then I guess I'll have to
confront my mom about it, because...

I just have this feeling.

Hang on.

I think I can help you.

It's a shame
we never got to play poker.

I would have known
you were bluffing.

But Conrad obviously
took the bait.

Which means you have nothing.

Except an exact timeline
of your guilt.

Your initial investment
in Grayson Global.

You made millions off of
that bombing just like Conrad.

What do you do to protect it?

You kill Trevor Mathis.

We have confirmation
that you wrote that.

Wrote what?
Some meaningless letters?

Not to Oscar Chapman.

But, of course...
You know that.

You killed him
to keep him from talking.

Well, it's circumstantial.

It's enough
to detain you indefinitely!

Maybe Margaux will be
a little bit more forthcoming.

Margaux knows nothing.

Oh, really?

She's been digging around
for information on Flight 197

since she got here.

Either you cooperate,
or I'm going after her.

What do you want, huh?

What I've wanted
from the beginning --

The Graysons.

You'll wear this wire
to the MyClone launch...

Where I will watch
your every move

until you get a confession
from Conrad and Victoria,

at which point, in return,

you'll leave this country
a free man.

I'll give you Conrad.
No problem.

- We need Victoria, too.
- No.

All right.

I'll give you Victoria.

But you breathe
a word of this to her,

and, I swear to God,

you will never again
see the light of day.

What should I do
if plans change?

Call this number.

Otherwise, my associate will
pick you up outside your office

30 minutes before the launch
and prep you.

Understand?

Good.

Hi.

How was your meeting
in the city?

Waste of time.

Were these the same people
you met the other afternoon?

Why all the questions?

I'm just asking you
about your day.

I've had it with this country.

And I'm needed back in Paris.

We leave tomorrow night
after the event.

Is there something on your mind,
Pascal?

I'm gonna take a shower.

And then maybe...
We can discuss flights.

You've reached the office

of Agent Rebecca Stone,
Homeland Security.

Please leave a message.

Once he's wired,
tell him to get Conrad

into the V.I.P. suite
where it'll be quiet.

After Pascal gets a confession,

I'll bring him
back down to you.

All those years thinking
my father had killed himself,

only to be that close
to Pascal today.

I know.

But just imagine his shock

when he figures out
he's been played.

You know restraint
is not my strong suit.

As of tomorrow night,
he's all yours.

Do whatever you want with him.

I think Pascal is talking
to Homeland Security.

What? Where is he now?

He said he had more business
to do in the city

and that he would meet me
at your launch tomorrow

and, after that,
we would leave the country.

Sounds like
he has something planned.

I wonder if my ruse
with my friend at Interpol

accidentally tipped
the feds off.

Your ruse at Interpol?
What are you talking about?

I needed my magazine back,

so I had him threaten Pascal,
okay?

In doing so, you may have put
Pascal in an untenable position!

I'm not the bad guy here!

I put such faith in him.

I can't believe that he would
talk to the authorities

without telling me.

Is he using me?

No.

I mean,
I'm sure he'd never betray you.

Besides, the only person he has
to offer up is Dad, right?

And you really think that
Pascal's gonna come through?

Ah, so help me, but...

I think he is actually motivated
by a love for Victoria,

which only confirms that
I will never understand the French.

Yeah.
I learned that the hard way.

I'm so sorry about Margaux.

It's better now than later,
I guess.

Well, at least you brought
Charlotte back into the fold.

Yeah, well,
think of it as my way of mending fences

and of not losing every woman
in my life to Daniel Grayson.

Anything?

Digital stamp
from a local post office

leaves more footprints
than the Pony Express.

And this one tracks to...

...Kurt Renner?

Lives in a cabin
in the middle of the Berkshires.

That's great, Nolan.
Thank you.

Seriously?
You're not gonna tell me what this is about?

Trust me. It's...

It's not worth your time.

- Daniel!
- We've got a problem.

Pascal has been
talking to the feds.

Oh.

Desperate man
taking desperate measures.

Must have got himself snared
for his most recent crime.

So he's trying
to save his neck.

But with what?

Well, for starters,
evidence he has on me

that I've tried
unsuccessfully to retrieve.

But if I'm still a free man,
it's obviously not enough.

Hmm.

You coming to the launch
tomorrow night?

Well, seeing as I now have
sizable media holdings,

it wouldn't do to miss it.

I think that's where Pascal
plans to drop the hammer.

I've arranged for my friend over
at Interpol to be standing by

to extradite him back to France
for cooking Voulez's books.

Oh, and you need me
to get him to the airport

because you can't absent
yourself from your own event.

Well, if he's gunning for you,
he'll have to follow wherever you go.

I mean,
the suits over at Homeland Security

won't be prepared for that.

Uh, you know,
this won't sit well with your mother.

She's gonna accuse you
of betraying her.

Please. She was the one who was
foolish enough to trust him.

Besides, there's many upsides
to getting rid of Pascal.

Everything set for the launch tonight?

First,
my father says a few words,

and then we hand over
the program to Javier.

I, uh --
I know it's Pascal's company, but...

This was our acquisition.

What --
You don't think he should speak?

Well,
I just think it's a good time

to establish a precedent
by letting you lead.

And to that point,
I know he promised you his job,

but you should get it
in writing.

Why?

Do you know something I don't?

Well, just that my mother said
he wants to leave tonight

on the first
of many vacations with her.

If Pascal stops running
the day-to-day at LeMarchal,

it could create a power vacuum
back in Paris.

Where Gideon can sweep in
and take advantage.

Yeah, Margaux...

We are about to launch
a product

that will fundamentally alter
the landscape of this company.

So why shouldn't your father
commit to you

before your brother
has a chance to change his mind?

Hello?

Are you sure
this is the right address?

County Registrar's office
said there's no Kurt Renner

or anyone living here.

Well, someone does.

Someone who obviously wants to
keep their identity hidden.

Don't jump to any conclusions.

I'm trying not to,
but it's hard.

Charlotte...

David Clarke died
in front of 100 inmates.

And even
if they were all wrong,

why would he wait until now
to reach out to his daughter?

Maybe he was afraid.

This is the same stationery
used in those letters.

Yeah, but the rest is research.

David knew
all this information.

He wouldn't need to do
any of this.

So, this really is just some
sicko trying to mess with me.

I'm sorry.

Let's go before he comes home.

So, it is true.
You're leaving tonight?

Yes.
My business here is done.

Yours, yes, but not mine.

You've been looking
for a foothold

into social networking
for years.

MyClone will be that
for our company.

I'm glad you saw its potential.

What are you getting at,
Margaux?

Well, you say that I am the next
generation of LeMarchal Media.

But yet I fear
that once you're home,

Gideon will do anything
to sway you.

Don't worry.
My mind is made up.

Well, then,
put it in writing --

a formal contract
making me the next C.E.O.

All right.

I'll have the papers drawn up.

Thank you, Papa.

Let's have a drink
at the Rutherford

before the event to celebrate.

I have things to do.

Sure.

But I love you, sweetheart.

And I know
you'll do a great job.

Nolan Ross.

Your name's not on the list.

How about on the hardware?

I'd say that makes me
a permanent plus-one.

Oh, millennials.

If only he understood
how well I know this guest list.

Wow.
Surprised to see you at my party.

I am still the master
of this universe.

So if you want to be in my orbit,
where else would I be?

Ross,
if you're quite finished playing

"who's got
the bigger hard drive,"

- I have an update for you both.
- Excuse us.

Pleasure.

Pascal is wired,
transmitting, and en route.

Let's just hope
he sticks to the plan.

Oh, he will.

Victoria's exactly
the leverage we needed.

I thought I was going to have to
navigate this event alone.

What kept you?

I'm sorry for making you wait.

Is there something
you need to tell me, Pascal?

Let's begin our life
away from here now.

We can leave the party...
Take the plane to Corsica.

- I can't.
- We must.

I love you.

You do believe me, don't you?

I do.

I'll see you later.

Looks like happily ever after.

I know we've had our differences,
but...

It seems like you're actually
getting what you deserve.

Congratulations, Victoria.

Welcome, all.

This is a big moment
for my company,

and also for my family.

Tonight, I am very happy

to announce that my daughter,
Margaux,

will be my successor
at LeMarchal Media.

I also give the stage to her.

So, please welcome
Margaux LeMarchal.

I'm so proud of you.

Merci, Papa.

So, tonight,

my partner, Daniel Grayson,
and I invite you to witness

the next revolution
in personalized technology.

So, what if an app knew you
better than you know yourself?

What if it could

anticipate your desires
and help others fulfill them?

Well, today, "what if" becomes
"what you can't live without."

And to tell you more,

I'd like to introduce you
to the architect of MyClone.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the remarkable Javier Salgado.

MyClone is a
hyper-personalized search engine

and social-media hub
gathering data

to re-create
the person themselves.

On the outside...

...And inside.

- Hey, Charlotte.
- Hi, Javier.

So, my girlfriend really
wanted to be here tonight.

But since she couldn't,

you all get to see
the power of MyClone.

Hey, babe. What do you want
to do for your next birthday?

That's easy --
To get high and party.

High on life, I'm sure.

Uh, let's --
Let's take it to one of our guests.

You. Would you
tell everybody your name?

Kristiana Rubins.

Well, MyClone has already done voice,
name, facial recognition

and is now pulling
from every database in the world

to create... you.

We'd like to send you anywhere
on our dime.

- Mm-hmm.
- So, let's plan your dream trip.

Where do you want to go?

Sarajevo -- There's a flight
leaving JFK in 12 hours

- with a connection in Munich.
- Sounds exotic.

Should we book it?

Is this some kind of sick joke?

My family was massacred there
when I was 9.

I barely escaped with my life.

Um, our most sincere apologies.

Like any prototype,
there are glitches to iron out.

- Well, I tried to tell Javier MyClone wasn't ready.
- We promise to send Ms. Rubins wherever she chooses.

- So I manipulated the data dumps...
- We at LeMarchal are really excited about MyClone.

...for every single person here
to show him.

- Have a great night.
- Nice.

He'll have another one.

- Yes, sir.
- Same for me.

Will this round come
with another obscure threat?

I no longer want to play games

with people
who should be my allies.

Oh, I'm glad to see
you've come to your senses.

I was just on my way out.

I'll make it worth your while.

Well, then, walk with me.

- What the hell was that?
- It was probably Nolan.

He's the only person that's
smart enough to pull this off.

I thought we were paying you
to be best.

- You are. I'll fix it.
- No, you won't.

No. You see,
we own the program now.

We don't need you
to make it a success.

You're out.

Okay. No, no, no.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Your performance out there
was the only reason

we won't take a dive
in the market tomorrow.

- Still, I mean --
- Hey, hey, hey. No.

What happened out there
had Nolan Ross all over it.

But if he's stupid enough

to sabotage
his former protégé's launch,

it gives us instant credibility
when we let the world know.

Okay?

Wait. Pascal's headed
in the wrong direction.

You think
he's gonna sell us out?

I'm not gonna let him.

Aiden,
Pascal's deviating from the plan.

Watch to see
where they exit the building.

- I'm ready.
- Ems, they're headed up, not down.

Stay here.
Let me know what floor they get off on.

They must be headed
for the penthouse.

No, no, no.

No, wait.
Ems, they're going to the roof.

And you may have
some unwanted company soon.

I have to fly
back to the Hamptons.

- Care to join?
- Let's talk here.

What's so pressing?

I'm haunted by things
we did in our past.

And what were those, pray tell?

Trevor Mathis.
David Clarke.

No, those are your ghosts,
Pascal, not mine.

I want to move on.
Don't you understand?

I want what
I've always wanted --

to win at any cost.

Or do you need me
to be more specific?

Yes, I do.

Well, let's try this.

Sometimes, to thrive,

you need to do the unexpected.

Pascal, watch out!

No! My God!

Better call 911.

- Why aren't you arresting him?
- For what, my dear?

As I was telling the detective,
Pascal wanted to talk,

and I offered him a ride
to the Hamptons.

He stepped back, and...

I mean, I tried to warn him,
but it was too late.

You can't believe
a word he says.

The pilot corroborates
his story.

It's a damn tragedy.

No, no!

Right. Okay.

Well, thank you. Bye.

That was the local police
calling back about the cabin.

There's nothing illegal
about writing to you,

but they should
be able to make sure

that it doesn't
turn into something else.

That's probably why my mom
was saving the letters --

To have evidence if it did.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

It would have been nice
to meet my dad.

I've heard so many things
about him from so many people.

I wonder what he was actually like,
if I'm anything like him.

Well, he was a good guy.

So, yeah, Charlotte, you are.

Need a ride home?

I think I'm gonna take a walk,
be alone for awhile.

Thanks, Jack,
for putting my mind at ease.

I don't understand.

I mean, I'm supposed to believe
my father tripped and fell?

What was he doing with Conrad,
anyway?

Margaux, we'll get answers.

I promise.
But right now, you just...

I mean, years of wanting
a relationship with him,

and it was there.

We were having it.

No one could have
seen this coming.

Can people stop
with their condolences?!

Just give me a moment!

They're not condolences.

You're the new C.E.O.

Don't -- Don't worry.
Don't even think about it.

I'll handle everything for now,
okay?

He's gone.

Oh, he's really gone.

Hey, come here.

He just pushed him, Aiden.

I've never seen
anything like it.

Conrad certainly chose a brazen
moment to get his hands dirty.

Do you think he was onto us?

He was onto something.

He's clearly willing
to go to great lengths

to protect himself.

We need to take him down.

Do you have a plan?

I think so.

To succeed,
a revolution requires absolute dedication

against overwhelming odds.

We'll see if I can
go through with it.

At a moment's notice,
the tide can turn.

And every casualty
stokes the fire

to win at any cost.

"Victoria,
our future is limitless.

"To eternity together.

I love you."

Mom?

Anything I can do for you?

Yes.

You can tell me how your father

came to learn
of Pascal's intentions.

- Did you tell him?
- Of course I didn't tell him.

He's probably got a contact
at Homeland Security

who tipped him off!

He's taken my future
away from me again,

and I'm going to see him
burn in hell for it.

We don't actually know
what happened up there.

And from where I stand,

neither guy was looking
to do right by you.

Don't you dare.

Pascal loved me.

There's something else.

Come on. Let's get you cleaned up.
This is, like...

Daniel, please.

I just want to be alone.

There's one thing
I can't wrap my head around.

If the feds were running Pascal,
where are they now?

The number you have
dialed is no longer in service.

If you think you've reached
this number in error,

please hang up and try again.

The number you have dialed
is no longer in service.

Because the only
guarantee in a revolution

is that the innocent
are the first to fall.

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