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Previously on Revenge...

The woman tried to kill me.

If I drop Louise,
it could provoke her.

You slept with her.

You can have something that all
these other people can't.

- What's that?
- Anything you want.

How about I offer
a million above asking?

It's your place now.

- I'll call it in.
- That's the type of knife

that's presumed to have killed
Conrad Grayson.

Charlotte had quite a bit to say
before leaving town.

Let's start with Emily
is her sister.

- What do you want?
- Your assurance that,

when this thing with your dad explodes,
none of it lands on me.

Done.
You won't even cross my mind.

You could have come for me, but you didn't.

You could have come for me!

Amanda. It's you.

- Victoria.

She's not breathing.
Here.

Call 911!

Okay. Come on.

Call for help!
She's dying!

Victoria.
Oh, thank God.

No.
Give me the phone.

- 911.
- What is your emergency?

I need an ambulance at, uh,
3342 Old Montauk Highway.

Someone's been electrocuted
by a power line.

She's unconscious,
but breathing.

Margaux, Margaux, wait, wait, wait.
Come back upstairs.

- Let me explain.
- No, there's nothing to explain.

I've become the target
of a jealous mental patient

because of your inability
to keep it your in pants.

It meant nothing, okay?

I was so determined
not to lose her as a client

that I went too far.

Okay? I'm sorry.

Only because you got caught.

And it's not even the sex.
It's the lies.

I thought
maybe you had changed.

But I can't believe I let myself
fall in love with you.

Hold on. What? You're in...
You're in love with me?

No, no, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I can be better.

That's what makes this so hard.

Margaux LeMarchal.

As I live and breathe,
what a lovely surprise.

Want to come up to my room

for some Martinis and girl talk?

So you can try to poison me?

I'm onto your little game,
Louise.

- Whatever are you talking about?
- Drop the act.

You locked me
in that steam room on purpose.

Oh, that's funny.

I... I haven't got any missed calls
from the authorities.

That must mean you don't have
any proof.

Oh, the lengths you've gone
to be with Daniel...

Seem to have succeeded,

considering how quickly you just
stormed out of his building.

Except for
one little problem...

You made an enemy out of me
in the process.

Nolan? Finally.

Been looking everywhere
for you and Emily.

There's no hiding
from the Southampton P.D.

How did you find me?

You tweeted
a photo of this view

with the hashtag
"never leaving."

Oh, yeah.

I know why you guys
are avoiding me.

I'm not, Jack.

I never got any of your calls.

That brag-tag of the view

was my phone's last act
before committing cell-icide.

Don't ask.

This morning,
I told Emily the investigation

into Conrad's murder
was pointing towards David.

The next thing I know,
Ben and I find an O.D.'d John Doe

with the murder weapon.

Now,
she was clearly framing the guy,

but, Nolan...

Did Emily... kill him?

Okay, you're half-right.

Emily only planted the knife...

Oh, thank God.

...after...

Charlotte killed him.

What?!

Jack,
it was self-defense.

The guy was a scumbag.
He had it coming.

He was using Charlotte to
get to David and take him out.

Emily's playing with fire here,
man.

If...
If she didn't cover her tracks,

we're all gonna get burned.

Let's hope she did, Jack,

because I'm still recovering
from the first degree I got

from your
dear old dad-in-law.

I'm sorry about what happened,
man.

Oh, don't cry for me,
sergeant-ina.

I'll find a way to change
those headlines.

Now... lf Emily would only
tell her father the truth,

all our problems
would be solved.

- Okay. Got it?
- Yeah.

Hey.

Don't feel bad
about not helping.

You were scared.

I wasn't scared.

She didn't deserve my help,
or yours.

What?
She was in need.

I was in need my whole life.

You were alive while the person

that you thought
was your daughter suffered...

While I suffered...

And you did nothing.
Why?

We have to move.
You coming?

Please, I need to know.

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Ems?
I'm in.

What have you got?

Oh, good news and bad news.

Victoria's still alive.

What's the good news?

They're keeping her
heavily sedated

to monitor the irregular rhythm
of her heart.

Turns out she has one.

I'm still not hearing
any good news.

This means you can talk
to your father

without her running
interference.

He made it very clear
he does not want to talk to me.

Yeah, and he reacted that way
because he watched his daughter

refuse to help a woman who was
practically struck by lightning.

Once you explain
how Victoria betrayed him,

he will regret
ever being CPR-certified.

What about the photos?
He had no explanation for them.

Uh, you didn't give him
much of a chance,

confronting him
the way you did.

I can't believe
you're defending him

- after everything that he's done.
- Ems, I'm not.

I... I'm just trying to be rational.

Look, Victoria's dance
with the downed power line

has given you a second chance
to win your father back.

But this time,
you're gonna have to do it calmly,

and you're gonna
have to do it soon,

before that black heart of hers
starts ticking on its own again.

Oh, thank heavens.

Someone who can finally
help me.

This is an emergency.

What is it?

Well, my dearest friend,
Victoria Grayson,

has been in a terrible accident,
and I must see her.

Well, are you family?

Oh, practically.

Just ask Daniel.
He'll surely vouch for me.

Well,
Mr. Grayson is not here,

- and you shouldn't be, either, so let's go.
- Oh. Oh, okay, okay.

Well, you know, instead
of manhandling me...

Could you just give these to her
on my behalf?

Please.
They're her favorite.

Okay.

Excuse us.

You never brought me flowers

when I was in the hospital.

Then again, you put me there.

Not now, Mama.

Then when, Lou-Lou?
Hmm?

You've wasted so much time
on your pathetic plan.

You need to find a way
into Mother Grayson's heart

or it's gonna close up,
just like mine did.

And what, exactly,
is your brilliant idea?

Well, big daddy's mother

couldn't stand
the sight of me...

That is, until your brother

started kicking the inside
of my stomach.

And how, exactly,
am I supposed to get pregnant

with Victoria's grandchild

if Danny said
he won't sleep with me again?

Oh, men say a lot of things,
Lou-Lou.

But they one want one.

Hmm.

Hey,
aren't you partners with that guy

that found
Conrad Grayson's murderer?

- I hear he's a stud.
- Oh, cool your jets.

It could have been anyone
who answered that call.

Yeah, but it was us.
And get this.

Word is, the feds took over,

and they're bringing in
some locals to help.

Where did you hear that?

I have my sources.

Feds? Sources?

All you need now is a mustache,
Magnum.

I kept telling you this case
was gonna pay off for me.

Porter.
Meet Agent Taylor.

She's the FBI liaison

running point
on the Grayson murder.

- Please, call me Kate.
- Ben Hunter.

Very happy to offer my services.

I'm more familiar with this case
than anyone here.

Well,
I find that hard to believe,

given your partner's history
with the major players.

That's why I was
trying to keep my distance.

However, Ben here knows
the case file inside and out.

Agent Taylor has requested
that you walk her through the case.

Hunter, you're flying solo.

And we are going to do
everything that we can

to make Kate comfortable
in our house.

Copy that.

Congrats, partner.

Excuse me.

Let's get started.

Mr. Grayson.
How's your mother doing?

- I'm sure she'll be fine.
- Good.

The press must have made it
sound more serious that it is.

Yeah.

Oh, one more thing.
This was left for you.

Thanks.

_

Someone started without me.

All right.

So you want to play.

Have it your way.

Oh, no.

Louise?

Who were you expectin', silly?

Oh, miss.
Can I help you?

Uh,
I'm here to see Victoria Grayson.

Oh, you, too, huh?

I don't think so.

Look, it's family only,
all right?

So if you aren't on this list,

- there's nothing I can do for you.
- She is family.

Yeah.
We need to talk.

What the hell
were you thinking?

I knew you and Margaux
had a lover's quarrel.

I just thought you might like
to blow off some steam.

By tricking me
into sleeping with you?

- It wasn't a trick.
- You wrote me a note

on LeMarchal's stationary,
you lunatic.

You know what?
I'm done. I'm done!

I'm dropping you as a client,

and I'm gonna make damn sure
that you're sent back

to the institution
you crawled out of.

How dare you judge me?

I never did that to you...
Not once!

I am the only person
in Manhattan

that even gave you
the time of day.

I've been nothing but good to you.

That doesn't excuse
your actions.

You don't know me
or what I've been through.

You have no idea
how good you have it.

You're just a stubborn,
self-involved bastard

who won't even visit
his sick mother in the hospital.

Get out.

Oh, get out of here!

- Well, well, well...
- Nolan Ross.

Here he is, folks...
The reason why you won't be drinking today.

Are you trying to
get me killed?

These people are too rich
to be sober.

I just came here to tell you
in person I quit.

Look, look, look.
I get it.

Change of ownership means
you get to negotiate up.

I respect that.
Name your price.

I don't want your money.

From what I saw on TV,
it's not even yours to begin with.

Come on, guys.

- All right.
- Let's get out of here.

All right. Let's go.

Well, I take it I will
be reading about this mutiny

in your rags tomorrow.

Oh, I actually came
to congratulate you

on this surprising acquisition.

Well, after you allowed David

to tar and feather me
on live TV,

I had to seek refuge
from the masses.

Just like I tried to do
yesterday in your steam room.

I had no idea I was taking
my life in my hands.

I'm going to have a hard time
keeping that out of my rags.

Wouldn't you agree?

But...

There's something I can do
to make it all go away, right?

Louise Ellis.

She has a membership here,
and I recently discovered

she also has
a sealed criminal record

that only you can hack into.

Oh, I just met Louise,
but I already like her.

She's a sweetheart.

She's a violent psychopath
who needs to be locked up.

Oh, Margaux, let's be honest.

I've known my fair share
of psychopaths,

and little Southern Sally
is anything but.

Oh, besides, uh...

Any enemy of yours
is a friend of mine.

No deal.

It's Vince Walsh.

Served some time upstate

for assault with a deadly weapon
a few years back.

He had some misdemeanors,
but nothing too serious.

The building's owner
said he paid rent in cash.

So no money trail.
What about his phone?

It's a burner.
It's empty.

There's no saved numbers
or texts.

He must have been erasing
as he went.

Yeah, I already did a trace
on the knife to see

where and when it was purchased
to make sure it was his.

It was found on his person.
His DNA is all over it.

Never assume, rookie.

Could have been planted.

I've seen this before.

This was captured
by a security camera

at the parking lot
where the car that tried

to run down David Clarke
was stolen.

Why didn't
we have access to this?

Yeah, we're the FBI...

The prime beneficiaries
of the Freedom Act.

There.

So the guy who murdered
Conrad Grayson

also tried to take out
David Clarke.

So what's next?

You tell me.

- We have to talk to David Clarke.
- Bingo.

The doctor says
the next few hours are critical,

but she expects Victoria
to recover.

But I'm sure
you wanted otherwise.

- You don't understand.
- I think I do.

When you said that you didn't
help Victoria on purpose,

I was shocked.

The Amanda that I remember,

she cared
about every living creature.

But I am not
the man that I was,

and I expect that the life
that you've lived

has hardened you, too.

Hardened me?

You have no idea
what I've been through

because of what she did.

She took everything from us.
She's lying to you.

How can't you see that?

You're lying, too.

Why are you pretending to be
somebody else?

I did it all for you.

To punish the people
who hurt you.

I would have done anything
for the dad that I lost.

But you're right.
You're not that man.

You were alive the whole time.

Those photos prove
that you were right there.

If I was...

...there is nothing
that would have kept me

from getting to you.

I did not take those photos.

Then who did?

Code blue!

Doctor!
What's happening?!

Bring in the crash cart.

Lost her pulse.
Charge the paddles.

- Yes, doctor.

Gel.

Gel.

Completely charged.

You're charged to 200.
Wait.

Hold.

I think we're stable.

- Standing by.
- Doctor?

Her rhythm's back.

- David.
- Oh, God.

Victoria.
It's okay. I'm here.

It's okay.

Your rhythm has returned
to normal,

and your levels
are stabilizing nicely.

You were very lucky that
when you got shocked,

David was there
to administer CPR.

You saved my life?

I'd like to take you up for an MRI,
if you feel up to it.

I think I can manage
as long as David accompanies me.

Okay, great.

Actually,
I'll need a moment of his time.

Agent Kate Taylor from the FBI.

What is this about?

That's between
me and Mr. Clarke.

It's okay, Victoria.
It's okay.

Did we meet
when I was in D.C.?

No.
I'm from Criminal Investigation.

I'm here about
Conrad Grayson's murder.

The body of a man was discovered
with a knife

that had Conrad Grayson's DNA
on it.

What does that have to do
with me?

I have reason to believe
that this is the same man

who tried to run you down
last week.

Ever seen him before?

You're a granddad now.

One more life in your hands.

Uh, he doesn't look familiar.

Hmm.
Our records suggest

he may have been taking orders
from someone else,

so I'm gonna have to ask you

to come with me
for your protection.

Well, as I told your, uh,
bosses in D.C.,

I, uh, finally have my life,

and I want to live it free
of their intrusion.

- Hmm.
- Also, I'm not leaving the hospital

until Victoria's recovered.

So if that's all...

Just a few more questions,
Mr. Clarke.

Emily?

- What are you doing here?
- Jack, hey.

Um...
Sorry I haven't returned your calls.

Well, if you had,
you'd know the FBI is in town,

investigating that O.D.
and Conrad's murder.

They have an agent talking
to your dad right now.

I saw. Did she order a trace
on the murder weapon yet?

As a matter of fact, she did.

It's gonna lead right back
to the man you found it on.

I made sure of it.

Conrad Grayson was a monster.

The world doesn't care
who killed him.

They're just happy he's dead.

The FBI wants this case closed ASAP,
trust me.

I hope you're right.

'Cause I can't take
much more of this.

Wait, if you're here,
did you tell him?

- What happened?
- We were interrupted.

There's still...

A lot that I don't understand, but...
lt's a start.

Yeah.

Officer Porter.

Yeah, okay.
Thank you.

Home office finished the trace.

The knife that killed Conrad
did belong to Vince.

Looks like he's our perp.

That's good news.

For you.
That means I owe you a drink.

Looks like today you're the one
that needs cheering up, so...

Let me return the favor.

My new bartender's the best.

Your bartender?

Well, I followed your advice
to take what I wanted.

Turns out it was this club.

Well, getting what you want

is, uh,
easier said than done sometimes.

Why?
You're a one-percenter.

Well, not everything can be bought,
I'm afraid.

But I'm so glad

you got this little slice of happiness,
hmm?

I'm in
the service industry now,

so my happiness
is contingent on yours.

What say we see
how many drinks it takes

to make me good at my job?

Those photos...

Who took them?

- How did you have them?
- How did you have them?

You stole them
from my safe-deposit box,

and you took that knife.

The investigation of Conrad's
murder was heating up.

I had to lead them
away from you.

By handing them my knife?
If they link that to me...

They won't.

I've traced everything
back to him.

You're completely clean.

Who are you?

A daughter who would do anything
to protect her father.

Protecting me,
that's not your job.

That's why I told you
in my journals to forgive.

Those journals detailed
every single person

who had a part
in destroying you.

What did you expect me to do?

You killed Conrad.
What kind of forgiveness is that?

That's my decision for my life!

It's not the one I wanted
for you.

I was never gonna have
a normal life,

thanks to people like Victoria,
who stole it away from me.

You're wrong about Victoria.
You were only 9 years old.

How dare you take her word
over mine?!

I am your daughter.

- You don't know the whole story.
- Neither do you.

I dedicated my entire life
to you.

I punished your enemies.
I cleared you name.

I never asked for your help!

I have a distinct feeling
of deja vu.

We had a deal.

You were gonna stay out of it.

I don't want to fight.

Then why are you here?

Well,
I was feeling a little guilty

about not visiting my mother
in the hospital,

but only made it
as far as this beach,

looked over, saw you,

and curiosity
got the best of me.

Well,
now that's it's satisfied,

the hospital's
only a few miles that way.

Wait, are you crying
'cause my mother survived?

Ah, you always did try
to save me from her.

And you just
kept crawling back.

Oh,
says the girl obsessed with her.

I heard you made it
to the hospital.

You wanted to see
your handiwork?

Only karma can claim
responsibility for that.

Oh. So you told him,
didn't you?

Listen,
I know firsthand you can fake tears,

but I bet real ones
don't come easy.

You dedicated your life
to a father you barely knew.

- What did you expect to happen?
- I expected to have a chance.

But at least I had the guts

to stand up
to your vile mother.

Oh, so that's it, is it?

One fight with Dad
and you're giving up?

Okay.

Well, glad to know
the hell you put me through

was for nothing.

What a waste.

David.

Mm.

Hey.

How you feeling?

Tired.

But much better.
Hmm.

What's wrong?

What do you remember
about last night?

Well...

We were on the couch.

You noticed my earrings.

Then...

Emily came through the door.
She was so angry.

She's not Emily Thorne.

She's my daughter, Victoria.
She's Amanda.

I need the truth.

Did you know?

I never could find you

in the eyes of the girl
claiming to be Amanda.

So I had a DNA test done,

which Emily changed
to prolong her lie.

As time went on,

I became more and more
convinced of the truth,

so I confronted her.

She attacked me
and had me locked up.

So you knew...
That she was my daughter,

and you painted her
as an enemy?

She is my enemy, David.

Things transpired between us
that can't be undone.

And I knew that she would have
to come out on her own terms.

I was terrified that
if I told you or anyone else,

she would put me away again,

and I couldn't go back there,
David.

David.

It must be overwhelming.

But it is the God's truth.

Just get some rest.

The nurse gave you something
to help you sleep.

Mm-hmm.

So what's it like,
being a Southern Kennedy?

Oh, no.

Don't tell me you bought
into that hogwash?

Oh, trust me.

My mama was definitely
no Jackie O.

The only thing I've read about
your big brother, Lyman,

has made him out to be
congress' golden boy.

Hmm.

Well, everything I've seen

makes you out to be
the bad guy.

People will believe
whatever they read,

which is why I always
go with my gut.

Mmm!

...which is oversaturated
at the moment.

If you'll excuse me.

_

What?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Can't I just have
a normal friend?

Mr. Clarke,
will you be spending the night?

Yeah. Yeah,
Dr. Albright said it'd be fine.

It is. We just need you
to fill out some forms.

You're coming with us.

What are you doing?

Stop or she's dead.

Okay! Okay.
I'll do anything.

Don't hurt her.

I was never here.

What happened?
Is anyone hurt?

Thank you for meeting me.

I know I didn't
deserve your help

after the way I spoke to you.

- You owe me an explanation.
- You're right. I do.

The story about me
being stabbed in prison

as a cover to sneak me out
is true.

But it wasn't Conrad.

It was a rival of his who was...
much worse.

This man asked me to do
terrible things.

But I refused.

Until he showed me
a photo of a girl

that I thought was my daughter.

He threatened to kill her
if I didn't cooperate.

So I did what I had to do...

until I heard about her death.

And then, the next day,
I escaped,

but not before I made him pay
for what he did to me.

- Where did you go?
- Off the grid.

Till I heard about Conrad
and my name being cleared.

That was your doing, wasn't it?

I am so proud of you, Amanda.

But I can't be your father.

Why?

You saw what happened in there.
It's too dangerous.

You have no idea
what I'm capable of.

You should let me help you.

No.
I already lost you once.

I'm not gonna
let it happen again.

You have to let me
take care of this.

It's my turn to protect you.

I love you, Amanda...

infinity times infinity.

Right here, sir.

Daniel, you came.

Daniel, please.

You know, Margaux told me
she loved me last night.

I wanted to...
say it back,

but I don't even know

if I'm capable of feeling
anything real anymore.

I've closed myself off to it.

And it would be real easy
to blame Emily for that,

but this goes further back.

Seeing what you're doing
to David now,

knowing what you were capable of
all those years ago...

You blame me?

Oh.

You think you really know
what happened?

Well, here it is.

Your father's business practices

forced me to make
a despicable choice.

It was either my lover's life
or my son,

and I sacrificed David
and chose you.

Daniel,
I will always choose you.

No. No.
This is what you do.

This is exactly
what I'm talking about.

There is always an explanation
for how and why you love

because you're terrified
to be alone.

Look at you now. You're alone.

So thanks.
Thanks, Mom. Thanks.

Thanks for being
a cautionary tale...

One that I won't dare
let happen to me.

Yeah, you can put it there.
Thank you.

Listen,
I'm sorry about everything.

Can I just...
I just need to see you.

_

_

Wow.
Resorting to actual research?

Oh, Margie,
you know it's never wise

to show desperation
in the middle of a negotiation.

Negotiation?

Does this mean
you've reconsidered my offer?

It means I've come to counter.

And while I do admit
that my interest in the subject

has been piqued
since we last spoke,

my price for unsealing
criminal records and the like

has just gone up considerably.

And what do you want?

Well, since that travesty

you called an interview
with David Clarke,

public's practically drawing

horns and a pointy tail
on my image.

And let me guess.

You would prefer angel wings
and a halo.

Well, that's a start.

- And then it burned down.
- That's too bad.

Sounds like the Stowaway
was my kind of place.

It was...

It was my home since I was a kid,
you know.

I haven't had roots like that
in a long time.

Bureau moves me around a lot.

- Where are you from originally?
- Up north,

where a girl could only dream

about growing up
this close to the ocean.

Must have been nice.

Selfishly,
I was hoping that, uh,

this case would last
the whole summer.

Well, you work fast.

There's nothing wrong
with that.

Whoa, man.

- Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Come on. Come on. Come on.

- Hey, sorry.
- Whoa!

- Sorry, guys. Next round's on me.
- Oh, look who it is.

It's Detective Porter
to the rescue.

- Come on, man. Let's get you home.
- Whoa.

So it's you and the fed, huh?
You guys on a little date,

or did the Bureau already
offer you a job?

Or is it both?

- That's enough.
- Screw you, man.

- What is your problem?
- You're my problem.

You've been here all of what,
a month?

Man, I been busting my ass
on the force for years.

You and I both know that
that should be me. Oh!

You think I like being
constantly reminded

of the man who took my family
away from me?

I never wanted this case.
You know that.

This isn't about me.
It's about you.

For some reason,
you think that the whole world

is out to screw you,
and it is not.

There will be other cases.

If you don't let this one go...

You're gonna lose your badge,
man.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.
Sorry.

So, your dad won't tell you

who actually kept him prisoner
all these years?

No.

And I think it's for the best.

What?!

This Conrad wannabe is
one of the only things

that is keeping you from finally
reuniting with your father.

Look, he doesn't want me
to be a part of it.

He asked me to promise.

- But, Ems...
- I made up my mind.

I want a relationship
with my father.

He said he's gonna take care of it,
so until then,

I'll just keep chipping away
at the hold Victoria has on him.

I've got a little crazy missile
with her name on it.

Victoria won't know
what hit her.

Trust me.

Well, let's talk about that
in the morning.

It's been a long day.

Yeah. Yeah, it has.

Start talking.

Sync, corrected by icephoenix
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