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Previously on Revenge...

Wait for me!

- I'm sorry, poppet.
- No! Victoria!

I was locked up against my will.

I cannot entertain
a future with you

until she's been stopped.

Tell me who it is.

Her name is Emily Thorne.

- Take it easy, man!
- You're under arrest.

Gideon is going to prison.

I'm begging you, Charlotte.
Please don't do this.

Oh, God.

I'm your sister, Charlotte.
I'm Amanda.

Goodbye, sis.

- Is anyone else in there?
- No. It's empty.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- What are you doing?!
- There's no one in there!

It's my bar!
I can't just let it burn!

The fire department's
on their way!

Emily!

Come on. Come on.
Come on.

I need more pressure over here.

Help!
Someone help!

- Over here!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You okay? What happened?

She was inside!

Okay.
All right, all right.

I got you.

Can you open your eyes for me?

Hey.

Check your pulse.

You're okay.
You're okay.

Get these people back!
Move back!

Bring her back to the hospital.

Lost for words, are you?

I seem to remember a summer
10 years ago

when this kind of thing happened
on occasion.

And I couldn't get you
to shut up.

Maybe I'm a different
person now.

I'll say.

You know,
you're welcome to stay.

More than welcome.

I have a big morning.

I called an emergency
board meeting at LeMarchal.

Right.

To manage your brother's
not-so-quiet exit.

And find a new C.O.O.
before shareholders panic.

I mean, who has to hire
three C.O.O.s in six months?

I'm starting to look
like an idiot.

Mm. Ouch.

No, no, no, no,
that came out wrong.

No, I wasn't referring to you.

I didn't mean to make you
uncomfortable.

Don't worry. You didn't.
It's all right.

You actually inspired me.

Tomorrow morning,

the Gucci comes out
of the cold storage,

and my assault
on Wall Street begins.

Damn right it does.

Seriously?

Somebody better have died.

Wait!

I thought you said
it was vacant.

What if there's an alarm?

There's no sensors
in the door-jambs,

no motion detectors,
no sticker in the window.

I think we're okay.

This will do for now.

Shotguns.

Good to have.

We won't need them.

We'll stay quiet,
keep the blinds drawn.

- No one will know we're here.
- Yeah, like prisoners.

Not prisoners.
We're just being careful.

It's only temporary.

Tomorrow,
I'll go see my banker,

and we'll start looking
for a place of our own.

I'll leave in the morning
and be back by noon.

- I'm going with you.
- You can't.

What about this Emily Thorne?

What if she finds you first?

She better hope she doesn't.

You need to stay inside
for just a while longer.

I cannot lose you again, David.

Once the world finds out
about you,

there'll be questions...
Questions about Conrad.

And once you're done
answering them,

we won't have
a moment to ourselves.

And I'm selfish.
I can't help it.

I don't want to share you
until I have to.

Dude, I just heard on the radio.
I got here as fast as I could.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I got a few
bumps and bruises,

and my throat hurts
from the smoke, but...

I'll be okay.

You actually ran
into a burning building?

You do realize they don't
pay us extra for that, right?

Yeah, well...

I'm glad I did.

So, you were walking past
your friend's bar,

and you smelled smoke?

I went inside to see

if it was something small
that I could put out,

but once I got in,
it was out of control.

Something must've fallen
on my head because...

Next thing I knew,
Jack was carrying me out.

We have to get her to a hospital
for a C.A.T. scan.

One more question.

Was there anyone else inside?

Miss Thorne...

Did you see anyone else?

No.

No, there was
no one else inside.

Just me.

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Ems?

Well, don't get up.

These were supposed to spruce up
your hospital room,

but I just came from there,

and, weirdly,
it's empty and un-spruced.

I checked myself out.

It's a hospital, not a hotel.

I ran into your doctor,

and he said that your lungs
sustained some damage

but that you are very lucky.

Another few minutes,

you could've died
of smoke inhalation.

See, this is what I hate
about doctors.

- They exaggerate.
- You know what? Fine.

Pretend you're indestructible,

but superheroes
don't get balloons.

And this isn't
just a sick call.

I come bearing information.

According to Twitter,

your runaway lunatic,
Victoria Grayson,

just emerged
from her air B&B in hell

or whatever hole
she crawled out of.

- When?
- Less than an hour ago.

In midtown Manhattan.

And you're not moving.

You're still not moving.
Ems, why are you not moving?

There's something else
I have to do today.

I just tell you
that your archenemy,

who declared all-out war on you
less than 48 hours ago,

has surfaced, but...

Well, you've got more
pressing matters.

That's what I said.

Okay.

I would not want to be

number one
on your to-do list today.

Daniel.

Daniel.

- What are you doing here?
- Looking for you.

- I know this is your favorite hotel.
- Really?

You run away for the worst
six months I can remember,

and now you want to chat
about my taste in lodging?

- I did not run away.
- No, wait, no, wait, I apologize.

I did get your postcard
from Bhutan,

and I would've written you back
if I wasn't busy

ducking every single reporter
in the country.

What, you figured
it's finally safe to come home?

Stop it now and listen.
I have never abandoned you.

What do you want, Mother?

Is this the way
it's going to be?

Okay.

I just came back
from three different banks.

Every account
that can be traced back to me,

onshore, offshore,

has either been frozen
or seized by the government.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

So, to get us back on our feet,

I need access to any assets
or funds you may have hidden.

What assets or funds?
What are you talking about?

You are the patriarch
of this family now.

That's what the Grayson men do.

How do you not put money aside
to prepare for a rainy day?

Because preparing
for a rainy day

is the exact behavior

that brought on a damn monsoon
six months ago,

right when you disappeared.

And one day,
I will tell you everything,

but until then,
all you need to know

is that I'm going to make
this family whole again.

Okay, well,
good luck with that.

Oh, and since you care so much,
you might want to know

that Charlotte's hanging out
with drug dealers,

shoving God knows what
up her nose,

and she almost took a leap
off the Maison Hotel.

So that's the update.

Let's do this again
in another six months.

They said it started
behind the wall.

It's all that old wiring.

Kept meaning to upgrade it,

but there was always
something else to do.

Never...
Never got around to it.

It's not your fault.
Stuff happens.

My dad kept this place going
for three decades.

I can't believe
it went away overnight.

I don't even know
where to begin.

For what it's worth,

whenever I start coding
a new piece of software,

it invariably
seems overwhelming.

So what I do is this.

I ask myself, what single part

of this project
is most important to me?

Sometimes that gets me started.

Your mileage may vary.

Yeah, maybe I'll search
for whatever photos or mementos

I can salvage, stuff that's...

That's irreplaceable.

Good plan.

I'll go get a bin
for the rest of it.

Excuse me. Jack?

Tom Mullen.
I just want to apologize.

- I was here...
- Last night. At the fire.

You were the guy who told me
there was no one in here.

- Why would you say that?!
- I'm so sorry.

I didn't know.
It's what that girl told me.

- What girl?
- The one who ran out of the bar.

Before you got here.
19, maybe 20.

I think she worked here
last summer.

Victoria?

Victoria!

Louise?!

- How did you...
- I got out of Claremont!

Oh, thank God!

You realize I didn't intend
to leave you there.

- You understand that, don't you?
- Well, it all worked out.

After you escaped,
Dr. Miller left.

You know,
I think they fired him.

And his replacement
reviewed my file

and said I was
"wrongfully committed."

- Amazing, right?
- Yes, it is!

Well, let's spend
the day together,

celebrate our freedom.

Louise, I'm sorry.
I can't.

Well, why not?

Look, the truth is...

I have nowhere to go.

I was hoping we could talk,
like we used to back in...

Louise,
I am in survival mode right now.

My children need me.
They're in great distress.

I have no resources.
Okay? Nothing.

I'm sorry.
I have to go.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Uh, I can help you.

What do you need?

Go home, Louise.
See your mother.

My mother?

Have you forgotten
what I told you about her?

Darling, there's really nothing
I can do to help you now.

When things change,
I'll be in touch.

Jack, I'm so sorry.

- You got my message?
- Yeah.

You had a couple questions?

Yeah, well...

I was hoping you could help me

understand
what happened last night.

I told you.

I gave my statement.

I know you did,

but there's still
a couple things I don't get.

Like what was Charlotte
doing here?

Emily, I talked to a witness
who said he thinks he saw her

running out of here last night.

Don't...
Don't treat me like I'm an idiot!

- What happened?!
- It depends.

Am I talking
to Jack Porter my friend

or Jack Porter of the Suffolk
County Police Department?

You're talking to the guy who...

Who watched a huge part of his life
go up in flames last night

and deserves to know why!

Yesterday, after we talked
and Charlotte ran off,

she called.

She was calmer.
She said...

She wanted to meet
at the Stowaway

and ask a few questions.

It never occurred to me
not to believe her.

So...

Are you saying
that she ambushed you?

I didn't see it coming.

She knocked me out and...

Set the bar on fire.

And she left you for dead.
Why are you covering for her?

'Cause after everything
that I have put her through...

What?
You deserved it?

She tried to kill you, Emily!

So, now what?
You... You guys are even?

- She just walks away?
- I'll handle it.

That can't be your answer!

What am I supposed to do
with "I'll handle it"?

What does that even mean?!

It means I'm sticking
to my statement, Jack.

No one else was in the bar.

I'm gonna deal with this
the way I have to.

Feel free to do the same.

Oh, my angel!

Oh!

I know.

You've been all alone,

and I haven't been there
for you.

It's so much more than that.

It's okay.

I'm here now.
Charlotte, tell me everything.

Charlotte?

Emily Thorne is Amanda Clarke.

And she's been lying about it
this whole time.

- How did you learn of this?
- She told me.

Either out of guilt
or shame or...

Just to torture me.

Did you know?

I've suspected for some time.

I wanted to get confirmation

and find the right time
to tell you,

but when I confronted her,
she denied it.

But don't you worry.

That pathological creature

is going to get
what she deserves.

And what about me?

Will I?

What do you mean?

What did you do?

I tried to kill her.

Last night,

I went out of my mind,
and I started a fire.

But she survived.

And she knows it was me.

And I have never been
more afraid.

- You don't know what she's capable of.
- Oh, I do.

She's the one who kidnapped me.

- And she'll come after me again!
- I won't let her.

You're safe now.

You're going to come live
with us.

And we'll protect you.

- We?
- Mm-hmm.

Who else?

Your father, Charlotte.

Your real father.

David Clarke is alive.

What happened?

I was just coming down
to meet you

when the doorman called.

They give away your table
at Balthazar?

Nah, man,
that place is so loud.

I hate it.

I had a better idea.

I grabbed some sandwiches
from Zabar's.

I got corned beef.

I figured we could just,
you know, maybe chill.

Eat in here?

I mean, it is...
It's a kick-ass pad.

Where no one on the street
will spot you with me.

Come on,
it's not exactly like that.

It's a little like that.

I've always been straight
with you,

even back when I told you I was
gonna copy your econ final.

Look, I tried to get you
into our firm,

but that was a nonstarter.

Pritchard doesn't even want me
talking to you.

- What? You serious?
- Yeah.

And I made some more calls
to push you further,

but it's a broken record.

Blackstone people,
Morgan Stanley,

they hear your last name,
and they shut down.

What,
so no one's gonna hire me?

Nobody's gonna meet with you.

It's not gonna be
like that forever.

Finance has a short memory.

And what do I do
in the meantime, Jamie?

Get away for a while...
Six months, a year.

Take some time
and smell the roses.

Give people a chance to
move on to the next scandal.

Okay.

Can you tell I've been crying?

I want the first time
I meet him to be...

Oh, Charlotte.
You look beautiful.

Now, remember what I told you.

We can't overload David.
He's fragile.

There are some things
that we can't ask him

and others
that we can't tell him.

Not yet.

Like the fact
that Amanda's still alive?

Trust me,

your father will find out
about his other daughter,

and when he does,
it'll be the real story

of how she viciously
dedicated herself

to our destruction
and our suffering.

He's going to love you.

Oh...

Oh, my God.

Charlotte?

David, meet your daughter.

I don't know how you did it,

but you managed to knock
the whole security system off-line

when you messed
with the terminal.

Uh, it's my house, Nolan,

so by definition,
I didn't mess with anything.

I just used it.

Okay, this is not
a toaster oven.

This is a highly calibrated C.P.U.
with an int...

Okay, fine,
be technologically ignorant.

What's so important
about 1760 South Pine Road?

What's there?

Someone I need to talk to.

I used your very impressive
computer...

To a ping a cellphone.

Charlotte's, right?

What?
I connected the dots.

So, what is the plan anyway...

Go find her hideaway
and return the favor?

I don't know...
Maybe slap baby sis around a little,

- get payback for trying to kill you.
- I am not gonna go hurt her.

Then what?

Oh, no.
No, no.

No, you don't think that
you can talk to her, do you?

Rehabilitate her,
have an Oprah moment.

- That plan is worse. It won't work.
- You don't know that.

I know that you told her
everything

and she rejected you

and then tried to toast you
like a marshmallow.

- What's to be gained?
- I don't know, okay?

All I know is I messed
with Charlotte's life,

and she didn't deserve it.

Nolan, she is in so much pain.

And she is not the only one.

I almost lost you last night.

I'm still here.

And I'm going to try to
get through to Charlotte.

You can try to stop me,
but we both know

how that will end up.

All right, do you have a plan?

No.

Okay, perfect...

No plan, no list of bad guys,

no photograph with
their faces on it, nothing.

So, what,

you're just gonna walk blindly
into the line of fire?

Sometimes
that's the only way in.

I remember your eyes.

You couldn't.

When did you see me?

I brought you to the courthouse
when you were a baby

so he could see your face.

I looked close in case
I never got another chance.

How did this happen?

How is it that you're sitting
right in front of me?

I know that this isn't fair,

but I'd rather hear
more about you.

I don't even know
where to start.

Tell him
about the past few years.

They weren't easy
for any of us,

and I certainly
wasn't at my best,

but Charlotte
was always my touchstone.

She was everything
that was good.

And whenever
I felt like giving up,

I just had to look at her face.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

From the moment she knew
that you were her father,

she was determined
to prove your innocence.

- You were?
- Mom, stop.

It was Charlotte
who elicited Conrad's confession

for all the world to hear.

David, she exonerated you.

I think I'm feeling
a little, uh...

No, I... I get it.

I think this whole thing
has to be

really overwhelming.

Look, it's getting cold.

I'll see if I can find
some firewood.

Charlotte...

I am so happy to meet you.

Everything you told him
wasn't true.

I told him no lies.

But isn't the real me
good enough?

Oh, Charlotte.

I wish you could see
what I see.

That the real you
is better than even you know.

Oh, you're running on fumes,
darling.

Lie down.
Get some rest. Here.

Well, maybe your friend
was exaggerating.

He couldn't have talked
to every firm in the city.

That's what I thought,
so I made some calls after he left.

They all said the same thing.

I mean, with a story like mine,
I don't think I'd hire me.

There is a way that I can help.

No, I can't go back
to LeMarchal.

No, I'm not suggesting that,
but as C.E.O.,

I can explain your departure

and get a half dozen
upper-level execs

- to sit down with you.
- Margaux, it's not an option.

There are people
who owe me favors.

Which is why you can't do it.

Spending your capital
to vouch for me

will damage your company,
your credibility as C.E.O.

- I don't care.
- Well, I do.

- Why?
- Why?

Because you've worked hard
for it.

And...

It might be nice
to have one thing in my life

that isn't a complete disaster.

So I'm your incomplete
disaster?

Well, so far.

Okay.

That's close enough.

I'm not here for you.

I'm here to talk to Charlotte.

You won't be talking to anyone

for the rest of what's about
to become a very short life

unless you get
the hell out of here.

Charlotte's inside.

I'm not leaving
until I talk to her.

Charlotte?

Charlotte, it's Emily.

I just want to talk to you,
nothing more.

Only the two of us
know exactly what happened

at the Stowaway last night.

And that's how
it's going to stay.

You have my word.

I know you're in a bad place.

And it's a place
that I helped put you.

But I want you to know that,
whether you believe me or not,

I am truly sorry.

Enough of your lies.

Now go, Emily,
or I swear to God, I will...

What are you waiting for?

You keep looking to the woods
like you're waiting

for the cavalry
to come save you.

I'm not the one
who needs saving.

So do it.

Shoot.

End this whole thing right now.

No.

That would be too easy.

I owe you so much more
than a quick death.

Buckle up, sweetheart.

- Officer Hunter.
- Whoa!

Can I help you?

You really shouldn't sneak up
on a guy in uniform like that.

- I'm... I'm liable to...
- Accidentally shoot me?

I was gonna say
"gasp in a really unmanly way,"

but, yeah, I guess that's...
That's possible, too.

I heard about that fire.
I'm glad you're doing all right.

Yeah, thanks.

So, what are you doing
out here?

I was...
I was investigating

reports of kids drinking
up in these woods.

And I saw what looked like
an abandoned vehicle.

Maybe a motorist in distress.

Cool car, by the way.
It's electric, yeah?

So, where does it,
you know, plug in?

It's top secret.

No, but as you can see,

the car's not abandoned,
I'm not in distress,

and, no,
I have not been drinking.

I wasn't gonna ask.

Maybe I was gonna ask
what you were doing out here

in the middle of nowhere.

Well, I like to get out
and clear my head.

Some people
like to go to the beach.

I go for a walk in the woods.

It's still legal, right?

Yes.
Yes, I think so.

Listen, for what it's worth,
I'm the same way.

I'm a "walk in the woods"
kind of guy.

So, should you ever want
any company...

Okay.

You're not ever gonna want
company, are you?

Probably not.

Simon.

Is there a problem?

Your bill.

It hasn't been paid
in two months.

You left us no choice.

Did you try my credit card?

Declined.

I took the liberty
of packing up your suite

and checking you out.

Your bags will be downstairs.

You've been a valued guest,
Mr. Grayson.

We wish you the best of luck.

Oh.

Will you be needing
a taxi voucher?

No. Thanks.

Am I still welcome
in the hotel bar?

Absolutely.

As long as you pay cash.

You stared down
the barrel of a shotgun

held by Victoria's
bitchy trigger finger,

and you dared her to shoot you?

Remind me never to play poker
with you.

I wasn't bluffing.

Well, maybe
consider yourself lucky

she didn't have the guts
to do it.

It wasn't luck or guts.

Victoria didn't shoot me
because...

Because she didn't want to do it
in front of Charlotte.

No, that wouldn't stop her,

although
Charlotte is the reason

I'm not heading over there
right now

to wrap that gun
around Victoria's neck.

No, Victoria
has something else planned.

For three years,

I've watched and predicted
her every move.

But this, I...

I can't see it.

I'm missing
part of the picture.

What did she say to you?

She owes you so much more
than a quick death?

It was the way she said it...

Like she knows
something I don't.

Well, on a completely
unrelated note,

I'm gonna crash here
for a couple of nights,

bunk in the pool house,
reboot the security system,

keep an eye on you.

A completely unrelated note?

Well, I won't take no
for an answer.

I am digging the new look.

Oh, yeah, I'm going for
a post-apocalyptic bar thing.

It's cool.
Very Mad Max.

I think the tourists
will eat it up.

Everybody at the station
sends their best.

And the, uh, the word

from our dalmatian-loving
friends across the street

is that fire investigation's
ruling it an accident.

They're quick.

Well, look,
you're on the force,

so as a professional courtesy,

they'll keep it open
if you want.

And they'll even put in
more man-hours,

so if you're not ready
to close the book on it,

just say the word.

No, nah.
They know what they're doing.

I mean, it...
It had to be the wiring.

I kept meaning to upgrade it.

Let 'em close it.

Well, silver lining...

With the insurance money,
you upgrade the whole place.

Build yourself
a brand-new bar.

Why does that sound
like a life sentence

more than a silver lining?

She was in the house?!

I wouldn't let her in.

Well, you could've shouted to me
or fired a warning shot.

I wanted to,

but I was afraid
who else might hear.

What did she want?

Charlotte.

What? I thought
that it was you she was after.

I told you, Emily wants to
destroy our whole family.

She found us so quickly.
How did she do that?

That's what she does.

Tomorrow, we're going to look
for another place to stay.

But we still need money.

I'm going to town.

There's one more source
I haven't tapped.

- Then I'm coming with you.
- No!

Stay here, please!

Charlotte's sleeping.

Protect our daughter.

Please.

- Jack.
- Hey.

- I was just heading to bed.
- Oh, well, then I'll be quick.

- Look, if this is about...
- That's not why I'm here.

I was, uh...

I was cleaning out
the Stowaway,

and I found something.
I thought you might want it.

I remember that day.

Right after your dad took this,

you destroyed my sand castle.

I tripped.

You're still going
with that story?

My dad kept this on the wall

next to the cash register

for 20-something years.

Well...
I'll keep it for now,

but once you rebuild,
then it goes back up.

The thing is,
I've been thinking, um...

What if I don't?
Rebuild.

What do you mean?

What, is it money?
'Cause I can help.

- Jack, that was your bar.
- No, it was my dad's bar.

Hell, it was his dream.
It was never mine.

He didn't want to
pass it on to me.

He thought the world of you.

That's why he didn't want me
to have it.

Look, by the end,

he knew that bar
was an anchor around his neck,

and he wanted me to have
a bigger life than that.

That's what I wanted, too.
I just...

I don't know.
I just forgot.

So, what are you gonna do?

I'm not really sure.

Um...

But being a cop all day

who clocks in as a bar owner
at night

doesn't leave room
for much else...

Family, friends...

People I care about.

Maybe I need to say goodbye
to the Stowaway

to make room in life
for the things that matter.

Anyway,
that's what I was thinking about.

You, uh, get some sleep.

Rest that head.

Good night.

Jack?

Thank you.

It's my pleasure.

No.

No, who told you
to sell the stock?

Because it wasn't me.

Fine, can it be canceled?

No, you call me back!

White wine, please...
Nothing from California.

You got it.

What's with him?

You were being a little loud.

Oh.

Doing some deep thinking,
were you?

Want to ponder life
in complete silence?

Find a cave.

That's good advice.

Wait, don't.
I'm... I'm sorry.

That was incredibly rude.

I'm mad at someone else

and took it out
on a complete stranger.

It happens.

Yeah?

People always getting mad at you
for no reason?

Not really.

You know,
I'm not usually this crazy.

It's just when my family's
involved.

And, of course,
they're always involved,

so, yeah, conundrum.

Mm.

Here's a secret to life...

Don't be born rich.

Now, that actually
is good advice.

Yeah, because you will lose
all control.

That was my financial adviser.

He's selling off
my entire portfolio

without even consulting me.

Well, who pays him?

What?

Your financial guy
isn't your financial guy

unless you pay his bill.

That's just how it works.

Huh.

Of course it does.

My mother pays him.

So...

Do you work in finance?

A little bit.

Tell me...

How much do you hate it

when people ask you
for free advice?

Depends who's asking.

Sorry I don't have
more to offer.

If I knew you'd be stopping by,
I would've arranged dinner.

Oh, please,
I should be apologizing

for dropping in.

But I'm so glad
I caught you working late.

The last six months
must've been a nightmare.

Who can blame you
for disappearing?

How are you holding up?

The truth is, I don't know.

It's like watching
a train wreck

and being part of it
at the same time.

Charlotte is gutted
and Daniel's lost.

I don't know how much more
this family can endure.

And I can't stop worrying
about all of you.

I told you
I considered you family.

And your father,
my beloved Pascal...

- God rest his soul...
- God rest his soul.

He still lives in my heart.

I will always think of you
as my daughter.

This means a lot.

I, uh...

I just feel so powerless.

Conrad and his maniacal greed

laid waste
to our family assets.

The idea of seeing my...

My children penniless
is just...

Oh, Victoria,
I didn't know things were so dire.

Daniel didn't exactly let on.

He always tries to be
a good soldier.

Let me help.
Give me a number.

- I'll write a check.
- No, Margaux.

- I can't take anything from you.
- Stop. You said we were family.

This is what family does.

What if we call it a loan?

All right,
I could agree to a loan.

Emily!

Ems.

Are you hurt?

He's gone.

Who was that?
What did you see?

Guy in sweatshirt with a knife.

I barely saw his face.

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