All language subtitles for Revenge - 4x14 - Kindred.HDTV.LOL.en

Previously on Revenge...

- No!
- Let her go!

You and Emily
deserve a life together.

I need to mourn my son.

I'm not sure it'll be that easy
to explain all of this to Ben.

It'll be easier than you think.

All this time,
I thought the reason

you were always acting
so weird around me

- was because of me.
- Not true.

So what do you say,
beginning tomorrow, we start over?

I'd like that very much.

There's a woman who needs
to pay for crossing me.

All I need's a name
and a number.

I get quick results.

Give your mama a hug.

You breathe a word about
the dosing and she cuts you off?

Sounds about right.

My legal team found a loophole.

You only remain
in charge of your daughter

until she finds a husband.

Guess who just got married.

You will give me control back,

or the real truth
will come out.

You killed your father.

Nolan Ross married.

Well, what can I say?

You miss some things

when you get kidnapped
by a sociopath.

You know, there are some people

who say the exact same thing
happened to you.

Hey,
Louise is no Malcolm Black...

Or should I say Malcolm Blacker

after his confab
with that incinerator.

Besides,
you secretly adore her.

Why else would you
throw open your home

for your bestie's
wedding reception?

Uh, fake wedding reception.

Okay,
the marriage may be fake in spirit,

but it's real on paper.

Nolan Ross is...

...off the market.

- And the world weeps.
- But not Louise.

She's finally free of the
clutches of Penelope Dreadful,

rightfully owns
her family fortune.

Which, given the size of
this party and the guest list,

she's already spent.

Speaking of...

In her zeal,
my lovely better half

invited every major media outlet
to cover the party...

Including Margaux,
who RSVP'd oui.

Wait... Wasn't there a
near-death steam-room incident?

Ah, yes.
The Hamptons.

If you don't pretend
to forgive everyone you hate,

you never get invited anywhere.

What, do you want me
to exercise my spousal veto?

No.

It's been days since Margaux
learned the full truth,

and she hasn't said
or done anything about it.

So, what's next
for Emily Thorne,

now that danger no longer
lurks around every corner?

_

Still going
to my father's rescue.

See you later.

A truly heroic story.

That's Officer Ben Hunter,
one of two super-cops

who took down
Chief Alvarez's killer

and rescued three hostages.

Thank you for keeping us safe.

I'm just doing my job.

Which I should get to,
it being our first day back.

So thank you.

Oh, Officer Porter!

Care to say a few words?

Hey,
you still ducking the cameras?

Not everyone
needs the attention.

Hunter, Porter,
need to see you in the bullpen.

This department
owes you a debt of gratitude,

which is why tomorrow,

the mayor is presenting you
with medals of honor.

I'm sorry, Chief,
I can't make it.

I got a friend's
wedding reception.

So be late, Porter.
The mayor doesn't reschedule.

I wouldn't expect him to.

You can accept for both of us.

Got to clock in.

I need Mayor Laken's confidence
in this department.

Make sure
your partner's there tomorrow.

Will do, Chief.

I received your invitation...

A fundraiser for
the Daniel Grayson Foundation?

Honoring Daniel's memory
is most important to me now.

So this means
you plan to come clean

about the truth
regarding Daniel's death?

I can't, Margaux.

As much as it goes against
my every instinct,

I made a promise,
and I have to keep it.

So help me understand
how a foundation

in the name of a man infamous
for assaulting his ex-wife

will honor his memory?

By helping
disadvantaged children

become tomorrow's leaders.

The foundation will eventually
transform Daniel's name

from one of infamy
to one of goodness.

I know you, Victoria.

You also believe that
justice should be served,

so while I will respect
your fidelity

to a promise you have made,
mine is to clear Daniel's name.

I told you that
if you go to war to with Emily,

no good can come of it.

Trust me...
Pain and conflict

only brings
more pain and conflict.

So move forward
for you and your child.

It is for the two of us
that I must do this.

I hope you reconsider.

Well...

I was wondering
how long it would take

before Mama barked
for her lapdog.

Baby Sis
got hitched to a yankee.

You think
I'm gonna miss that clambake?

Now, Lou, I had no idea what
Mama was doing to your pills.

I swear.

I'm only here to broker peace.

Well,
peace requires a compromise,

which is something our dear
mother is utterly incapable of.

Be that as it may,
she does have your best interests at heart.

Does she, now?

Do you have any idea
the lies that she's told me?

They're not lies.

That's for you.

That's the police report
from the night Daddy died.

How have I never
seen this before?

Mama had it buried
by Judge Miller.

Oh.

So that's why he's her plus-one
tomorrow night.

If you don't
restore the conservatorship,

she intends to release
the report at your reception...

Poetic justice, she says,

considering you got married
just to thwart her.

Oh, the threats and coercion.

I should've known...
You always take Mama's side.

There's no sides here, Lou.

There's just facts.
You...

He was my father, too.

But I couldn't have killed him,
Lyman.

I know how much you loved him,

but you're impulsive,
quick to anger.

You know you're capable of it.
Just sign the annulment.

So your money tap stays on

and you can continue
to finance your campaign?

I mean,
that's all you care about.

No, I care about you.

What's your life gonna look like
if this comes out?

Do you really think your fake husband's
gonna stand by you?

Read the report, Lou.
Save us all a lot of embarrassment.

Your leg's healing.

The limp is better,
which means you can save me a dance.

One step at a time, you know?

Which tie should I wear
to the first party

that I have been to
in 20 years?

Well,
the blue one is the only one

that matches that suit...
And your eyes.

Never dreamed that I'd
be standing here again with you.

I missed out
on so much of your life.

Well, we finally have the time
to make up for it.

And I know
where I want to start...

Your birthday...
The one that I missed a few days ago

and sadly have
for the last 20 years.

What's this?

"Amanda Clarke."

I haven't celebrated
my real birthday in...

Well, forever.

Well,
maybe it's time to change that...

You know, to be Amanda again,

reclaim the life that you lost
so many years ago.

You helped clear my name.

Now I'm allowed
to be in the open,

and I've never been happier.

Let me do the same for you.

Happy Birthday, baby.

Sync, corrected by icephoenix
www.addic7ed.com

Hey.

- Did you see it?
- See what?

I just sent you the first shot
across the bow.

It's not too late for me
to rescind Margaux's invite,

because that would be
so preferable

to a public smack-down at
my reception at my reception.

Although,
that girl fight would be fierce.

I'll handle it.

Ladies,
I am so sorry for being late.

We weren't sure
you were coming.

We didn't want to bother you
after what you've been through.

But I guess what doesn't kill you,
huh?

Spoken with the naiveté

of someone
who's never known tragedy.

For that,
you should be grateful.

How are you holding up?

I'm focusing on the fundraiser.

And I hope that you all know

how much I appreciate
your participation...

All the calls
that you're making and...

Is something on your mind,
Heather?

I... I was...

We were wondering,
what do we say to someone

who suggests that a
Daniel Grayson Foundation is...

Oh, what's the word?

Uh, unseemly?

Unseemly?

- Ladies, I...
- Excuse me. Victoria.

I believe you're in my seat.

Have we met?

No, not officially...
Or unofficially.

But I have read quite a bit about you...
Hamptons royalty.

Natalie Waters.
I'm new here.

You most certainly are.

Well,
I was in the middle of a thought,

but if this seat
is that important to you...

No, of course not.
Please, you keep it.

All right.

Well,
why don't you ask the hostess

to squeeze you in
between Karenna and Celia?

And if you don't mind,
would you also ask her

to send over
an ounce of hackleback?

Well, that's caviar, dear.

Now,
I'm sure that we could all agree

that anyone who would suggest
that my fundraiser is unseemly

is no friend of ours
and undeserving of our time.

Don't you think?

Absolutely.

Well, then I look forward
to seeing you all tonight.

To the foundation.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

If you want to get your shoes
shined before the ceremony,

I'm gonna be dropping mine off.

Did you take a brick to the head
or something?

I said I'm not going.

It's not a request.

All right, Chief told me to...

What,
to slap some sense into me?

You're comfortable with all this.
I'm not.

Hey, this hasn't exactly been
a cakewalk for me, either.

I'm just trying to
get through it the best I can.

As you should,
but you don't see me telling you what to do.

No, I don't see you
telling me anything.

What's going on with you?

All I know is,

if one more person
puts a microphone in my face,

I don't know
what the hell I'm gonna say.

But the ice sculpture's
all sculpted.

- Now you don't want it?
- Look, I will pay for it.

I am canceling everything.
Please have them take it away.

Except for the champagne,
which I'm going to need...

- Okay.
- Immediately.

Uh, Maria,
can we have a moment?

Yes!

Honey? Darling?
Yin to my yang?

You're canceling the reception?

It's a little late
to be getting cold feet.

I mean, we're already married.

Yeah, well, not for long,
if Mama has her way.

Whatever she's threatening,
we'll find a way around it.

Is there a way around murder?

What are you talking about?

Okay, remember when I told you

I thought
there was more to Daddy's death

than just his drinking?

Mama said I killed him, Nolan.

And I think she might be right.

Think?

That seems like something
you might remember.

Well, I don't know.
I mean...

I was just 13 when he
fell to his death from the stairs.

And you know that...

That's around the time
I started to lose my mind.

Lyman...
He showed me this police report,

and it says that I pushed him.

Well, Mama had her judge friend
bury it to protect me,

but now if
I don't sign the conservatorship

- back over to her...
- She's gonna tell the world?

Look, is there anything

you can remember from that night...
Anything?

I remember standing over his body,
crying.

That's all.

But that report
says I did a whole lot more,

and there's forensic whats-its,
and I...

Red, Red, Red.

Look, you may be a little crazy,
but this doesn't add up.

I promised I'd free you
from your mother's control,

and that still stands.

I'm gonna get some answers.

I just need you to trust me,
okay?

_

I gave you
the benefit of the doubt,

but your rag made it clear
that you don't deserve it.

I am the C.E.O. of the fifth-largest media
conglomerate in the world.

Do you really think I know
what's being reported

in every single one
of my publications?

You didn't know.
That's your play?

Tell me this...
What are people to think

when they see you
and David Clarke together?

Perhaps the occasional

distasteful but honest mistake
of a magazine

is the price of admission
when you wear two masks.

Is that a threat?

It's simply the world
you've chosen to live in.

Margaux, I hope you know

that I never wanted
any of this to happen to Daniel.

Really?

Because it seems to me
you put those wheels in motion

the moment
you got to the Hamptons,

with lies I'm now
fully aware of.

You need to remember the secrets
I have about your father...

Enough to sink you

and the fifth-largest media
conglomerate in the world.

Then you have my assurance

that my publications will
steer clear of you and yours.

And why should I believe you?

Because the man I loved
died saving you.

And I will not
dishonor his last actions

by going against his wishes.

But, Emily...

You do know I do not control
every news outlet in the world.

Sooner or later,
the truth will come out.

You handle your own empire.

I'll worry about myself.

You promised me quick results.
Where are they?

I expected more from you
than schoolyard-gossip items.

I can try casting a wider net.

Do whatever it takes
to get me what I need

to expose Emily Thorne.

I will not
have Daniel's name tarnished

while hers remains clean.

Thanks.

You know,
they frown on drinking alone in this place.

Thanks for meeting me.

I wasn't sure
if you'd have time,

what with all
the TV interviews.

I'm not gonna lie...

I did have to cancel
an appearance on The View.

But you called.
It sounded serious.

It's Jack, right?

I really hope he gets
through all this the right way.

Gets through what?

Is Jack not why you called?

No, but now that you brought it up,
tell me.

It's just the aftermath of this
whole Malcolm Black thing...

The attention
and the spotlight.

Guy just seems tortured.

Jack tends
to keep things inside.

Yeah, well,
I'm a little worried.

What happens when he runs out
of space in there?

But that's not why you called.

I need your advice.

That I can do.

I figured that you were someone
impartial I could talk to.

Well, that's wrong.

I am partial.

But let's...
Let's pretend I'm not.

So, go on.

I became Emily Thorne
to clear my father's name.

And now that I have, I'm done.

My father
seems to want me to...

Just go back to being Amanda.

But you're having a hard time
letting go of Emily.

When I worked undercover...

Really
with the undercover thing again?

You know,
examine your subconscious.

Is that story
not why you came to me?

Let's pretend that it is.

So,
I was undercover for six months.

And you've been Emily for...

11 years.

Right.
So a little different.

But there's your answer.

All right,
the longer that you're under,

the more the cover
becomes a part of who you are,

and then the harder it is

to get back to that person
you want to be.

Um, see, that's the thing...

I never intended
to be Amanda again.

There was nothing left there.

I was gonna clear my father's name and...
Disappear,

then leave Emily Thorne behind,
start over as someone new.

Well, don't make me do that.

Do what?

Imagine a world
without Emily Thorne.

_

Sorry.

It's okay.
I get it.

Emily Thorne's work
is never done.

But if ever it is...
I'm around.

Oh, no.
Did I get the time wrong?

Uh, we were just about wrap up,

but there are a few pieces
still available.

Oh, we've met.

At the beach club
earlier today.

- Yes. Natalie.
- Mm-hmm.

- You were the one...
- Whose champagne you drank.

No, I was about to say
who's new to the area.

That, too.
May I?

Yes.

You see anything you like?

I'm not much into the modern.

I'm more of a fan of history...

Like the 16th-century French court
I witnessed at lunch.

That wasn't just any seat
I took...

More like a queen's throne
at the head of the table,

surrounded by her pawns.

Mm, well,
that's a fascinating theory.

Are you a professor?

More like, um,
an interested observer on a field trip.

Not much of a turnout...
Not even from your friends.

And am I to believe that
you persuaded them not to come?

No.

That would mean that they're
either a very suggestible lot,

or the Grayson name no longer
commands the same fear,

awe, and respect it once did.

It's not easy being queen...

I mean,
if you believe your history.

Good luck with the foundation.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I was hoping you'd be here.

Well, it's your lucky day,
you know?

I'm giving out door prizes.

I heard they're
giving you a medal tomorrow.

Yeah.

They're trying.

Would you take it?

Uh, it's not a problem
that I'm likely to have.

They don't hand them out
for the things I've done.

We've done the same things.

We've covered up killings.

Yeah, but Conrad was unarmed.

But he destroyed
countless lives.

- Kate didn't...
- Stop it.

Don't do that to yourself.

I took someone's life, David.

Yeah,
you know what else you did?

You saved my daughter's life.

I did that?

You saved mine, too.

So... Like it or not,
you're a hero.

Then why can't I live with it?

Why do I feel like a liar?

Well, you are.
You're that, too.

It's just that one thing
has nothing to do with the other.

I wish I could believe that.

I wish you could, too,
because if you can't,

then something's got to give.

- Um...
- No, it's okay.

Emily's going to use
a technique

to help you uncover the memory
of the night your father died.

And where did she learn
this technique?

Japan.

Trust me, it's very effective...
And safe.

The brain allows us
to access trauma

when we face
the same emotions...

Fear and danger.

Give me your hand.

Just focus on the blade.

Don't look at me.

Focus on your breathing...

The blade...

The fear, the danger.

Focus on that night.

What do you see?

What do you see, Louise?

I'm afraid.

Why?

- Daddy!
- Aah! Aah!

What did you do?
What did you do?!

Did you remember, Louise?

I didn't do it.

I didn't do it.

Hey.

Hey.
What's up?

Well,
you didn't return my calls,

so I thought I'd come by,
make sure you're okay.

I'm fine.

Look, Jack, I know it's hard
keeping all of this to yourself,

especially when the whole world
is insisting

that you tell a story
that's not...

I'm not losing sleep

over what the rest of the world
thinks about me.

I killed an FBI agent...
A bad one, but still...

And we lied about it.

We conspired to hide her body,

and now every time
I'm asked about it,

I...
I go through it all over again.

They will stop...
Eventually.

Yes, but I still have to live
with what I've done.

What are you really doing here?

I told you I was worried.

About me?

Or that I might, uh,
might blow a fuse

and tell one of those camera
crews everything I've done?

Jack.

I'm running late.

Can't keep the mayor waiting.

Apparently, he hates that.

- Nolan.
- Sasha. Kiersten.

Hamptons hellions.

Um, behave yourself.

- Hey, man of the hour.
- Yeah. Great party.

Oh, my. How very dashing
for a future ex-son-in-law.

Where's the blushing bride?

You Southern women
won't be rushed.

She'll be down any moment.

Well, when she does grace us,

I want to make sure that Louise
says hello to Judge Miller,

- a dear family friend.
- Ah, Judge Miller.

Your reputation precedes you,
sir.

I would say it's a pleasure,

but my mother taught me
not to lie.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

Your Honor, you should take a gander
at the ice sculpture garden.

I've never
seen anything like it.

Oh, sounds decadent.
I believe I will.

Mama, are we sure about this?

Louise has been through
quite a bit.

There's no guarantee
this won't...

She's my daughter, Lyman.

Louise won't get hurt
as long as she behaves

and signs the conservatorship
back over to me.

Okay, well,
if this ship goes down,

I want you to tell me first.

I'll need to find
alternate financing.

You'll get your funding, son.
Trust me.

This is gonna be a runaway bride
of biblical proportions.

Officers Ben Hunter
and Jack Porter,

for brave actions in the line of duty,
we salute you.

How does it feel to be a local hero,
Officer Porter?

Ask my partner.

I was just sitting shotgun
to the best cop in town.

See?
Was that so hard, Porter?

Well, the hard part's next.

I need to talk to you
after the ceremony.

- Hey.
- What's going on?

Louise has gone "bye-bye, bridey,"
but she left a note.

What?

"I did it. I'm sorry.
I can't ruin your life, too. Louise."

She must have lied
about what she remembered.

She couldn't face me or anyone.

Well, she just admitted
to killing someone.

- Maybe she turned herself in.
- Uh, nope.

She's out in the boonies,
not near any police station.

- I know exactly where this is.
- Good. Let's go.

No, Nolan, you can't leave.

You have
hundreds of guests here

and a very suspicious
mother-in-law.

I need to talk to Louise.

And I will get you that chance,
I promise,

but you have to prepare yourself
for what she has to say.

When you find her,
give her this.

She'll come back.

Ms. Waters.

New to town
and already someone's plus-one.

Such a warm
and embracing community.

Oh,
I'm so relieved you're all okay.

I was afraid a pack of
wild animals had gotten to you,

considering your no-shows
last night.

Uh, Victoria, I am so sorry.

- Bobby had a terrible stomach bug.
- Oh, no. I understand.

Heather...
After I supported you

through your husband's dalliance
with that pool boy last summer,

I thought
there might be a good reason

for your absence last night.

- Excuse me.
- No, please stay.

Oh, that was indiscreet.

The point I was trying to make
is this...

A friend is like a business.

Investing in the wrong one
always proves costly.

And like Heather,
I'm sure that you would all

want me
to keep your secrets secret.

For example,
suppose one of my dear friends' husbands

was sleeping with someone else
in this very circle

or that another was using
a controlled white powder

as a weight-loss supplement.

But this real friend
ensures that your indiscretions

remain confidential

in return for your support of
the Daniel Grayson Foundation.

So whatever you were planning on
donating last night, double it.

Anything less would be unseemly,
don't you think?

Excuse me.
Can I help you?

Anna Bishop,
New York State Office of Mental Health.

I'm here to do a spot check
of your facility.

Uh,
I'd be happy to show you around.

And abandon the admission desk

at a secure
psychiatric facility?

You just failed
your first test.

Read the protocol and buzz me in...
Not in that order.

And I'll need an up-to-date patient list,
please.

Thank you.

Emily, what are you doing here?

I'm bringing you back.

No.
I will not ruin Nolan's life.

This is where I deserve to be.

Claremont Psychiatric?

There are very few people
who deserve to be here,

and you don't even come close.

I lied to you, Emily.
I lied to Nolan.

I killed my father.

You're right
on two out of three.

If you told us the truth
about what you remembered,

- we could've helped you.
- How?

With some other magic trick
you learned on Mount Fuji?

No.

With Nolan's wedding gift.

It's the real police report
from the night your father died.

The one your brother showed you
was forged.

You didn't push him.

Well, are you sure?

I mean,
how do you know this isn't the forgery?

Because Nolan
moved heaven and earth

to find the beat cop
who responded

to the scene
of your father's death.

But I don't understand.
I remembered seeing him fall.

That doesn't mean
you pushed him.

Daddy!

Aah! Aah!

I was trying
to catch a hold of him.

You unlocked the memory.

I just...
Wouldn't let myself see it.

And my mother knew the
truth this whole time?

She had the judge
bury the original report

and create a false one
to use against you.

How could Nolan
have such faith in me

when I had no faith in myself?

'Cause that's who Nolan is.

Now, let's get you back
to your anxious husband.

Well, I guess it's true
what they say...

"Marry the man,
marry his friends."

Emily.

Thank you.

Bartender said he'd be right back,

but last I saw,
he was hitting on the peacock wrangler.

Daniel died a hero.

Just wanted you to know that.

I'm sorry
the rest of the world can't.

Thank you, Jack.

You're the only person
who has said that to me.

I heard you got a medal
from the mayor today.

I did, yeah, yeah.

And I left it,
along with my badge and my gun,

on the chief's desk.

What, you quit?
Why?

Turns out being a cop just
wasn't the right thing for me.

Too many, uh...
Conflicts of interest.

I could've told you that.

Well, I don't think
this guy's coming back.

- Oh, um...
- It's soda water with a twist.

I heard the good news.

- The whole thing terrifies me.
- I'd worry if it didn't.

But I've seen you with Carl.

You're gonna be a natural.

To your child.

May he or she grow up
in a less complicated world.

Thank you, Jack.

Since you're wondering,
I'm here for the bride.

Are you sure?

I've been honoring our deal,
David.

Well, it's a big party.

I'm sure we can put a couple
hundred people between us.

Tell me something.

Had you walked in my shoes
20 years ago,

would you have done what I did
to protect your child?

Well, I already did, Victoria,

when I had you
tarnish Daniel's name.

Oh.

But you already knew the answer,
didn't you?

Just wanted to hear me say it.

Maybe I needed to.

What with New York
being such a hub,

she could probably be anywhere
by about now.

Next time, perhaps you'll be
a little bit more careful

about meddling in family business,
Mr. Ross.

Lou-Lou!
Oh, thank heavens, darling.

- We were all so worried!
- Oh, cut the crap, Mama.

I didn't kill Daddy...
You did.

You murdered him

and tried to make me think
it was my fault.

Well, now, darling,
that's a colorful story...

Exactly the kind of tall tale
you had a penchant for telling

back at the institution
before they fixed your head.

It's no tall tale.

I know exactly what happened
the night Daddy died.

I was in my bedroom,
and I heard arguing.

- Your judge forgot something!
- Don't you ever...

Daddy found out
you were cheating on him...

Don't you laugh at me!

...with Judge Miller.

You cheating harlot!

Aah!

- Ohh! Ohh!
- Daddy!

I reached for his hand.

What did you do, huh?

What did you do?!

You...

You've been lying about it
ever since.

You drugged me
and made me think I was crazy,

all so you could retain control
of my money.

Yeah, well, who do you think
the court is going to believe

when that police report is unsealed,
hmm?

A pillar of the community

or your own
chronically medicated self?

Oh.
Well, that depends.

Which report
are you referring to...

Your forgery...

Or the original
my husband found?

Lies.

Turns out
the first officer on the scene

retired a while back, but,
uh, he never forgot that night.

And he kept great records.

This is nothing but a lot of typical
yankee hogwash and horse crap.

Oh, Judge Miller,
that is a lovely cane.

Antique?

You mind
if I take a closer look?

I can see where we are
not welcome here, Penelope.

I'll be in the car.

So, what now,
Lou-Lou?

Go home, Mother.

And if you dare
step out of line once,

if you dare step
out of the state of Georgia,

there's a bed waiting for you

at Claremont
Psychiatric Institute.

Thanks for coming, Mom.

Uh, apologies in advance...

I don't think we'll be
making it down for Thanksgiving.

Remember we used to
do this in our living room,

Harry Nilsson playing?

Me standing on your feet
'cause I couldn't keep up,

telling you to stop singing

'cause you were no
Harry Nilsson.

You were such a happy child,
Amanda.

I was.

- That ended when I was 9.
- Yeah.

That's why
it's time to start again.

I can't do this.
I'm sorry.

I can't just be Amanda Clarke.

Don't be upset.

I only asked
because I want you to be happy.

That was the last time
that I remembered you were.

Look around.
I've got friends.

I've got you.

Telling the whole world
who I am

would just
upend everyone's lives.

But I'm happy that you asked

because I didn't realize
that I was happy until you did.

Ah.

Now we just need
to stay out of the tabloids.

Yes, yes.

Well, you know,
it only takes one guy to change all that.

So then I said...

Lyman.

What are you still doing here?

I feel terrible, Louise.

I want you to... To know I...
I was not aware

of the full extent
of Mother's deceit.

Now, you must believe me.

Must she?

You think I don't know
what you're after?

You know,
you've always been Mama's boy,

so maybe this will be good
for you...

I am cutting you and
your campaign off from my money.

Party's over, Lyman.

And I believe she means that

both literally and
metaphorically.

Thank you.

I can't believe your guy
never came back.

Screw him.

You've got a knack.

I don't want to be forward,

but I need someone

for the Feldman Bar Mitzvah
next weekend.

Are you free?

_

Uh...

You have to go.

I do.

I'm sorry.

Perhaps we got off
on the wrong foot earlier?

Well, don't go backpedaling now,
Natalie.

I was just beginning
to admire your boldness.

That was a very impressive
display earlier,

how you managed
to monetize secrets.

I imagine your foundation
is flush.

It's on its way.

The good news is,

there are still
plenty of secrets out there.

Everyone has them.

And sooner or later,
I may even learn yours.

Oh,
I suspect it will be sooner.

Hello.

Mrs. Grayson.

My apologies for the late call,

but I'm afraid there's been
a death in the family.

You're going to be very happy.

I'm not losing any sleep

over what the rest of the world
thinks about me.

I killed an FBI agent...
A bad one, but still...

And we lied about it.

We conspired to hide her body,

and now every time
I'm asked about it...

What's this?

The smoking gun you asked for.

I asked for evidence on Emily.

You told me
to cast a wider net.

They're in
on this thing together.

Has the plan changed?

Use this to take them both out.

I don't see a problem here.

Emily.

Well, this is unexpected.

Yeah, to me, too.

They didn't stop you
at the gate?

Man,
I really need to get a gate.

Is this a bad time?

No.

Good.

- So...
- So...

So, you want to hear about that
time that I worked undercover?

Shut up.

Sync, corrected by icephoenix
www.addic7ed.com