Revenge (2011–2015): Season 1, Episode 18 - Justice - full transcript

Previously on Revenge...

I asked for an assault,
not a rampage.

The bitch had
her own son beat up

just to get him back home.

This is your E.H.M. bracelet.
If it stays red longer than thirty seconds,

it'll notify us that you
violated house arrest.

The Graysons claim to have
two eyewitnesses

who can place you on the beach
after Tyler Barrol was murdered.

I don't care
who you're protecting or why,

but as of now,
I'm gonna start protecting you.

Whatever or whomever
you're doing,



you'd better damn well
be discreet.

We found out Amanda's in Montreal.
I'm going after her.

"Charlotte Grayson
was under the influence

"of prescription pain pills and champagne
the night of the murder."

You sold me out.

Declan's recanted his statement about
seeing the hooded man on the beach.

Clarence Darrow,

one of history's greatest lawyers,
once noted...

"There is no such thing
as justice,

in or out of court."

After your examination

of the blood splatter
on Mr. Grayson's shirt...

The shooter was standing
approximately three feet from the victim...

Perhaps because justice
is a flawed concept



that ultimately comes down
to the decision of twelve people.

Bang.

Killing Tyler Barrol
in cold blood.

People with
their own experiences,

prejudices, feelings about
what defines right and wrong.

The murder weapon...

Fingerprints...

This gun...

Which is why,
when the system fails us,

we must go out
and seek our own justice.

The defendant...

Daniel Grayson.

How is Daniel holding up?

He's waiting patiently

for the defense's turn
to present its case.

What about the prosecution's
surprise decision to call

Charlotte Grayson's boyfriend
as their final witness?

Ex-boyfriend.

Declan Porter is
a highly emotional young man.

Are you saying he's
an unreliable witness?

I'm saying that he's a teenager
nursing his first broken heart.

You can draw
your own conclusions.

Can you tell us
anything more about

Daniel's state of mind
at the present moment?

I'm sorry, but we have
no further comment at this time.

- Thank you so much.
- Ashley, please, just one more...

- Her name's Amanda Clarke.
- Clarke with an "e."

According to
her credit card statement,

she paid for a couple
of nights here last week.

Here.

Ring any bells?

Oh, her.

Yeah, I totally partied
with her last weekend.

I haven't done shots like that
since high school.

Any idea where she was headed?

New York, I think.
Not City.

It was somewhere upstate,
like Buffalo.

Oh, but not Buffalo.
It was some other animal name...

Deer Brook, you know?

I have a personal
acquaintance with Declan,

and I know he's had a hard time
coping with his father's death

since the summer.

And now with his estrangement
from Charlotte...

Declan Porter is
a highly emotional young man.

Hello, Stowaway.

Nolan, hey, it's me.

Jack. How's Omaha?

Somewhere in middle America?

That credit card statement
you hacked into

led me to some crappy motel
outside Boston.

For a girl with access to $5 million,
it doesn't make sense.

Well, when has anything
Amanda's ever done made sense?

But...

I guess the good news is
you're hot on her trail.

Speaking of news,

the prosecution's planning on
putting Declan on the stand?

Yeah. Uh, a guy
came by with a, um...

subpoena yesterday.

But don't worry.
I got Declan's back.

You should've called me.

Don't... don't let him talk
to anyone till I get home.

Got it?

W-w-wait, wait, wait.
Y-you're coming home?

What about Amanda?

I got my brother
to worry about now.

We already know what
Declan Porter's going to say...

that there was no one else
on the beach that night.

Which is a lie.

Unfortunately,
you were under the influence

of prescription pills
at the time,

which means we can't
put you on the stand

- to refute his testimony.
- However,

I do have an expert
who will testify

that the blood spatter
on Daniel's jacket

shows no evidence
he dragged Tyler's body

over thirty yards up the beach.

Which means
someone else must have.

We just need to get
the jury to see it that way.

But before we create
reasonable doubt,

we have to paint Daniel
as sympathetic,

which is why I've decided to
open my argument by putting

- Emily on the stand.
- Emily?

Are you sure
that's a good idea?

Mr. Brooks, this is
an enormous responsibility.

Emily isn't even family yet.

She's Daniel's fiancee,
supporting him by choice,

not obligation.

It's your job to appear caring,
accessible,

to articulate for the jury
all the reasons

you fell in love with Daniel

so they will, too.

Well, explaining all the reasons
why I love Daniel

shouldn't be difficult.

Good, because forensic evidence
is not on our side.

We're going to have to build
an emotional connection

between the jury and Daniel.

You're talking as if they've already
made up their mind against him.

Some of them may have.

Juror number three,
Ann Woodbury, for instance.

In voir dire, she presented
as open, impartial,

but based on her physical reactions
to the prosecution's evidence,

it's likely she'll vote
to convict.

If I can't at least plant
reasonable doubt in her mind,

we might as well have taken
the murder two deal.

Well...

Perhaps we should reconsider
the D.A.'s offer.

Unfortunately,
it's no longer on the table.

The case they laid out is a home run,
and they know it.

The decision is in
the hands of the jury.

A tragic twist in
the David Clarke trial today.

The wife of juror number seven
was the victim

of a deadly carjacking
in Queens last night.

Evening, Countess.

Judge Barnes
immediately excused the juror,

who will be replaced
with an alternate.

The remaining members
of the jury

continue to be sequestered
in an undisclosed location

with minimal outside contact.

Sorry to interrupt your
regularly scheduled plotting.

Jack's en route to Montauk

as we speak.

I guess we couldn't expect him
to stay away forever.

At least we managed to keep him
out of the Graysons' reach

for as long as possible.

What now?

Jack shows his face,

the Graysons are gonna try
and pin the murder on him.

No, that's not gonna happen.

- I got your money.
- What are the details?

The jury's sequestered
at the Seacliff Inn in Northampton.

Oh! You bugged the queen's castle?

You'll have to pose as a hotel
employee to get to her.

The one you want
is juror number three,

Ann Woodbury.

Are we clear
on what you need to do?

Crystal.
And as far as how?

Ms. Woodbury is the single mother
of a young son herself.

If she felt her child
were in mortal danger,

hanging a jury would be
a small price to pay

to ensure his safety.

Got it.

Who is she talking to?

Mini Frank.

The muscle who flattened Jack.

Yeah, he also set up
Daniel's beating at Rikers,

and whatever Victoria has
planned for juror number three.

His name's Lee Moran.

He's been acting
as Victoria's pawn for months.

He's about to become mine.

Did you bring the whale cam?

You do realize that if you
expose the Graysons

for jury tampering,

you risk your fiance spending
the rest of his life in prison?

I came here for one reason.

Nothing's gonna get in my way.

Hey.

I'm not used to seeing you
in that uniform.

I'm not used to seeing you.

I'm sorry.

I know I was gone
longer than I planned.

Nolan filled in.

Upside is, he knows more
about pre-calculus than you do.

The, uh, the downside is,
is he's Nolan.

Well, I'm glad you're back.

Is that your hoodie?

You said you were gonna
get rid of that, Jack.

I might still need it.

Look, if the defense decides
to go after Amanda,

I'm gonna need to prove
that I was there

so they believe me
when I say she didn't do it.

How do you know she didn't?
What if they think you did it?

I had no reason to.
No motive. No weapon.

You know, it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.

I'm gonna tell the jury the same thing
I've been saying all along...

I didn't see you
or anybody else on that beach.

I'm not gonna let you
lie in court.

All the hard work you've been
putting into Collins Prep

won't mean a thing with a perjury
conviction following you around.

You're gonna lecture me
about right and wrong?

If you had just
handed that hoodie over

and told the cops the truth
in the first place,

we wouldn't be having
this conversation.

You know I can't do that.

'Cause you're
protecting Amanda...

Someone you knew
when you were twelve.

What about looking out
for your family?

That's what I'm trying to do
right now.

Your timing's way off.

Did you hear
from any of the galleries?

As a matter of fact, yeah.

Yeah, all the dealers I spoke to,
even some I didn't,

have said they'll be stopping by
for the preview on the weekend.

Ah, well, then the word's
officially out.

You're ready to step out
of the shadows.

Yeah.

The question is...

Are you?

Well, what do you think?

It's stunning.

Three months ago, you were
unable to finish a painting,

and here you are now

with an entire collection
of your best work.

Yeah.

All inspired by you.

Again.

I thought I'd save yours till last.

I got the distinct impression
you rather like being left undone.

I do.

- There's hope in it...
- Mm.

And her path is still unchosen.

Maybe it's time to choose it.
Hmm?

Maybe it's time for you
to step out of the shadows.

Do things differently, yeah?

Yes.

When Daniel's acquitted.

But the shadows around me
are darker than you know.

How do you mean?

Long ago when I told you that
I couldn't love anybody, I lied.

- I was protecting myself.
- From what?

From loss and hurt.
And then I met you...

And I was drawn to
your volatility and your fire.

Then I had to leave because
I felt that if you burned me,

I would turn to ash.

So I entered a marriage
of convenience.

But I always felt
the lack of you.

And I walked around
in emptiness

until I met him.

Who?

David Clarke.

Jack.

Sorry to just show up
out of the blue.

No, um...

Get inside before you turn blue.
It's freezing out here.

So what happened?

I thought you were on the road.

I went up and down
the entire Eastern seaboard

looking for Amanda.

But I was always
just a day behind.

You haven't heard from her,
have you?

Not a word.

- Does that worry you?
- The whole thing does.

Every clue
I've uncovered about her

just leads to more questions.

I don't know
if she's screwing with me

or if she's in serious trouble.

Well, if your gut's telling
you that she's in trouble,

maybe you should listen to it.

Only I can't help her
if I can't find her.

It sounds like
you should keep looking.

I'm sorry.

Here you are, your fiance
in the middle of a murder trial,

my brother about
to testify against him,

and I'm unloading
all my problems on you.

How are you holding up?

I'm... managing.

Come here.

What are you doing out there?

You're going to catch
your death.

That seems inevitable.

Oh, Daniel.
Don't be morbid.

How about realistic?

No jury in their right mind
is gonna be sympathetic to me.

- You don't know that yet.
- Look at my track record.

Last summer, I got wasted,

crashed my car, and nearly
paralyzed my girlfriend.

This summer,
I shot my best friend.

- In self-defense.
- In cold blood.

I would've fired all three
bullets if I had the chance.

That's a thought the jury
is never going to hear.

I hate to admit it,

but I think that Brooks
has made the smart move

by putting Emily
on the stand first.

Really?

Well, I'm not so sure
about that.

Jack Porter's back.

Yeah. He's in her house
right now, making a fire

and God knows what else.

Brooks here.

This is Victoria Grayson.

Hello, Victoria.

I think we have the break
we need for Daniel's defense.

Jack Porter is back in town.

And if handled properly,

he'll lead us
directly to Amanda Clarke.

I suggest that you subpoena him
as a hostile witness

before he disappears again.

I'll get right on it.

Thanks.

Charlotte.

What?

I know tomorrow's

going to be a struggle for you,

hearing that boy
tell his side of the story

without you being able
to tell yours.

It wouldn't matter if Brooks
would just let me testify.

Well, Brooks is being cautious.

He doesn't want your drug use
to hurt Daniel's case

- more than it already has.
- Thanks, Mom.

If you really want to find
a way to help,

get Declan to corroborate
your story.

Yeah, and how am I
supposed to do that?

You're a resourceful girl.

You'll find a way.

Room service.

I'm sorry.
You must have the wrong room.

I've already eaten dinner.

- Well, are you Ann Woodbury?
- Yes.

Then I have the right room.

Get out of my room.
I'm calling security.

You might want to
wait on that.

Recognize this kid?

It's... my son... Matthew.

He's a sweet boy.
Trusting.

Walked with me after school
all the way to your house.

- Please. What do you want?
- Hung jury or an acquittal.

Otherwise, Matthew doesn't
make it past the first grade.

Do you get
what I'm telling you?

Good.

Mention anything to anyone
about our conversation,

and my face is the last one
your kid will ever see.

Oh, poor little Matthew.

You don't think he'll hurt him?

He's not gonna have
any reason to.

Victoria played this perfectly.

If there's anything
we've learned,

it's how far a mother's
willing to go to protect her son.

Wait, wait. What now?

We turn the tape
over to the police

and the Graysons get
their very own cell block?

- That would be too merciful.
- Mm.

I'm gonna take care of this.

For now, you just make sure that Declan
sticks to his story on the stand tomorrow.

If he doesn't, Brooks will have
no choice but to go after Jack.

So that's what this
is all about...

Protecting Jack?

He might be willing to sacrifice
himself for Amanda, but...

I'm not willing to let him.

Declan.

Charlotte?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- It's been a while.
- Yeah, 58 days.

Unless you count that time you
told me to get lost in the cafeteria,

then it's been 31.

Declan, listen,
I know what's going on.

My mom's convinced that guy
on the beach is your brother.

And you're protecting him
like I'm protecting my brother.

No one's saying
Jack did anything.

But Daniel could go to prison
for life,

and it'll be my fault.

And if you lie,

it'll be your fault, too.

This is your chance to
fix everything,

including you and me.
Don't you want that?

I do.

More than anything.

We can be together again.

All you have to do
is tell the truth.

Knock, knock, kids.

- What do you want, Nolan?
- I'm just checking up on you.

I see I'm not the only one.

- Mind if I talk to you for a minute?
- Yeah, I was just leaving.

Think about what I said.

You know where to reach me.

So I'm guessing she's not here
to help you on your midterms.

No.

No, she wants me

to tell the truth on the stand
tomorrow, same as Jack.

What's stopping you?

If I come clean

and I tell them that...

That I saw Jack
standing over Tyler's body,

man, I don't know
where that's gonna lead.

What if Amanda did shoot Tyler?

What if they go after Jack
as an accomplice?

I've lost my mom and my dad.

I cannot lose my brother, too.

But if I lie...

Charlotte might lose hers.

And...

- Maybe Daniel's guilty.
- Yeah.

And either way,
I might never get Charlotte back.

The Graysons are ruthless.

They would not hesitate to have
Jack take the fall for all of this.

So my advice...

Don't make it
any easier for them.

The People vs. Daniel Grayson.

Sources inside the courtroom tell us

that the prosecution
is just moments away

from calling
their final witness.

As the defense stated
in their opening argument,

they're going to try to refute

the overwhelming
physical evidence

that we've presented

by claiming that Daniel Grayson
was framed,

that Charlotte Grayson,
the defendant's sister,

- saw a third person on the beach.
- Objection. Counsel is testifying.

- Objection sustained.
- Thank you.

Mr. Porter,
will you recount for us

what happened that night
on the beach?

Yeah, um... We were gonna
go swimming, and, uh,

it was cold,
so I went to go get us clothes,

and that's when I saw that body
behind the saw grass... Uh, Tyler.

And where was Daniel
this whole time?

I don't know.

He, uh...

I didn't see him until
everybody ran over.

Before that moment,
did you see anyone else

anywhere on the beach?

Because in an initial statement
Charlotte made to the police,

- she said there was someone else.
- I know what she said.

Why don't you tell us
what you saw?

Was there someone else
on that beach that night?

No.

Why should the jury believe
your account over Miss Grayson's?

Because Charlotte was drunk

and high on oxycodone
that night.

And what about you?

I've never taken drugs
in my life.

No further questions.

Wait a minute.
Charlotte's a good person.

All right? She's just
lookin' out for her brother.

The prosecution rests,
Your Honor.

I don't know
why you're so upset.

We knew what he was gonna say.

I was hoping that Declan
would think twice

before perjuring himself.

Obviously, he wasn't given
convincing incentive.

I've never trusted either one
of those Porter boys.

Oh, you don't trust anyone.

That's not true.

I simply don't give away
my trust as freely as you do.

Need I remind you who your fiancee
was sitting next to in court?

- Hey. How you holding up?
- What was that about today?

What, you mean
Declan's testimony?

- It's a setback.
- I'm not talking about that.

Look, I want to have
this conversation face-to-face.

And I obviously
can't come to you, so...

Look, Daniel, I...
I'm sure you're going stir crazy.

I can only imagine, but Brooks
gave me seventeen pages

of notes for my testimony tomorrow.

I'm first up.
I need to be prepared.

And how do you plan
to convince twelve strangers

you're in love with me
when I'm not even sure myself?

Wait. Daniel,
what are you talking about?

Nothing.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

It's Declan.
Leave a message.

Declan's still not picking up.

He just took off after court.
I have no idea where he went.

Maybe he needs some space.

No, what he needs
is a good lawyer.

The defense subpoenaed me.

So now if I tell the truth,
I implicate Declan, but if I don't...

Okay, okay, I-I'll find you
some good legal advice.

Thanks.

But before you do,

I have some evidence that places me
on the beach that night...

A sweatshirt I was wearing,
and Tyler's blood, it's all over it.

You can't be serious.

Once I hire a lawyer, I'm gonna do exactly
what Declan said to do from the start.

I'm gonna hand it over
and say what I really saw.

Do you have a death wish?

These are the Graysons
we're dealing with.

I can't expect Declan to do
the right thing when I haven't.

You gonna help me or not?

Yeah.
I'll make some calls.

Hello.

We're at Defcon 1, Ems.

Jack's been sitting...
not literally... on a hoodie

that directly links him
to the murder.

What?

- Where are you, The Stowaway?
- That would be an affirmative.

And I'm supposed to be finding
Jack a good lawyer.

No, don't bother.
He won't need one.

Just try to get him out of there
for a couple of hours, okay?

Okay.

- Any luck?
- Yes and... No.

You know what?
I am worried about Declan.

Let's go for a drive.

- Let's see if we can find him.
- Yeah.

Come in.

Miss Charlotte,
you have a visitor.

Just like old times.

Only now I don't have to
climb up a drain pipe.

A lot's changed if your mom's
letting guys in the bedroom now.

She's not.

If my parents
find out about this,

I'll tell my dad you're the one
who drank his 85-year-old scotch.

- That was hot.
- Shut the door.

So did you bring 'em?

You're all business now,
aren't you?

- I like it.
- Nice. How'd you get so many?

I stole one of my dad's
scrip pads.

Just so you know...

This is gonna cost you
a little extra.

Money's not a problem.

It's not money I'm after.

The little rat from Montauk's
been out of the picture long enough.

What's stopping me and you?

Absolutely nothing.

Well, if it isn't
the infamous Dominik Wright.

Conrad Grayson.

Expecting someone else,
I bet.

As a matter of fact,
yeah, I've got a showing.

So if you don't mind...

Oh, yes, I had my people
contact the few galleries

who were expressing interest,

and we just let them know that
your current collection's already spoken for.

Wow.

You really have been
carrying on with my wife.

Your ex-wife.

Well, uh, it hasn't
been finalized yet.

So what, you, um,
you been having her followed?

Well, it behooves a person
in my position to cover his bases.

And I've also
had you investigated.

It seems that you have been
nurturing quite a shady existence.

I mean, dealing in black market auctions,
allegations of forgeries.

Well, allegations are just that,
aren't they? Allegations.

I mean, you of all people
should know that.

Innocent till proven guilty.

Oh, yeah, but I have proof in the
form of my very first de Kooning

that I purchased,

brokered by a fetching
young Vicky Harper years ago.

You see, I had
that painting appraised

when I found out that she'd
sunk back in with you,

and it turns out that
that de Kooning

is worth less
than the frame it's in.

So what do you want?

You want your money back, hmm?

Or do you want to just
excise me

like you did to the last man
she loved?

Oh, yeah, she told me
what you did to David Clarke.

- She told you what I did?
- What you both did.

Yeah, well, eventually,
you would've learned

that Victoria's word
is about as authentic

as the paintings you forged.

But to answer your question,
no, I'm not here to excise you.

I know I'm not
the only wealthy collector

you and Victoria worked your con
on all those years ago.

So if you really want
to finalize Victoria's shame,

I could have her arrested for
knowingly brokering forged classics.

Or...

You could do the noble thing.

You could take your current
spate of masterpieces

and you could clear out of this joint
and leave nothing behind...

but my wife.

You know,
you might wanna leave...

Before I break every one
of the fourteen bones in your face.

- Daniel, what are you doing?
- I could ask you the same thing.

You can't be here.
Your ankle monitor...

I'm not leaving until you tell me
what the hell you're really up to.

Maybe my mom was right
about you.

Maybe Tyler was, too.

- How much have you had to drink?
- Don't change the subject.

I saw you yesterday with Jack.

Is that where you went,
to see him?

- Daniel, stop...
- You think I'm an idiot?

All the mysterious phone calls,
all the times you disappeared...

Have you been sneaking around
with him the whole time?

- That's ridiculous...
- Don't lie to me!

I'm sorry...

- Freeze! Right there. Freeze!
- Hands where I can see 'em.

Hands up. Don't move.
Hands up.

Get down.
Let's go. Facedown.

Down.

Daniel Grayson, you're in
direct violation of your house arrest.

How long before Daniel's
released back to us, Mr. Brooks?

I'm heading to Rikers now
to get Daniel's side of the story.

Once I have the facts,
I'll set a meeting with the judge.

All right. Well, I'll be there
first thing in the morning.

I really have no idea
why he'd violate house arrest.

I do.

Let me call you back.

Daniel thought that I was
having an affair with Jack.

I assured him that that wasn't true,
that... I'm not that kind of person.

But the truth is,
I have been getting closer to Jack...

to get information on Amanda.

Jack claims he doesn't know
where she is.

And you don't believe him?

I went to The Stowaway
to search his apartment.

What did you find?

Nothing.

As far as I can tell,
Jack's telling the truth.

If the jury convicts Daniel for this,
I'll never forgive myself.

Well, that makes two of us.

But fortunately,
there are other factors

that might help shape
the jury's opinion.

For example?

Your testimony, of course.

So go home, Emily,

and tomorrow deliver
the performance of your life.

What the hell?

Yeah, we got robbed,
'cause that's what this day needed.

- Suffolk County Police. What town?
- Montauk.

- Please hold.
- Yeah, I'll hold.

- Hey, I'm on with the police.
- Hang on.

Computer...
TV... Nothing's missing.

- Oh, God.
- What? What?

- What are you doing?
- Hang up the phone.

- What?
- Hang up the phone!

The hoodie... It's gone.

Hands over your head.

- What's the problem?
- Is this your vehicle?

- What of it?
- An AMBER Alert was issued.

- Put your hands behind your back.
- What the hell? I didn't kidnap anybody.

- Relax.
- Matches your plates.

Oh, come on. Hey.

What's that?

On your sweatshirt,
is that blood?

That's not mine.
That's not mine.

Lee Moran,
you're under arrest.

Oh, come on.
That's not my sweatshirt.

I'm being set up.

Man, Ems, when you said you
were gonna use Lee as your pawn,

you weren't kidding.

Checkmate.

What happens if they find
Jack's D.N.A. on the hoodie?

They'll link it to the night
that Lee beat up Jack,

reinforcing his status
as the Grayson family goon.

So in one fell swoop,

you managed to protect Jack,
exonerate Daniel,

and force Lee into selling out
the Graysons to save himself.

Haven't you tied everything up
in one neat little bow?

Almost.
Are you at The Stowaway?

Mm.
Standing right outside.

Good.

There's one loose end
I'm leaving to you.

So you think the Graysons
had the guy who beat me up

break in here a second time
and steal my hoodie?

The Graysons did what?

It's just a hypothesis,
but it makes sense, doesn't it?

- So then I'm screwed.
- Au contraire.

Because according to
the police scanner,

they found the bloody hoodie
when they picked the dirtbag up.

The Graysons can't exactly
admit their association to the guy,

so their lawyer's gonna have to
make it look like he's the killer.

You really think
they're capable of that?

They hired the guy to beat you
half to death, didn't they?

The Graysons
are capable of anything

when it comes to protecting
their family.

How did they even know
I had it?

You guys were
the only two people I told.

Uh... Well, who knows?

Maybe the guy
really did murder Tyler.

Maybe he even saw you
on the beach that night.

At this point,

I'd advise against
digging any deeper.

Take the win, Jack.

This call will be recorded.

You have a collect call from...

Your worst nightmare.

At Rikers Correctional Facility.

To connect, press 5 now.

We have a problem.

I'm sorry. Who is this?

They found
a bloody sweatshirt in my car.

They're saying it matches the blood
of the kid your son shot.

- What?
- Did you set me up?

Because there's no way I'm taking
the fall for something I didn't do.

Stop harassing me.

You won't get a penny from us.

Get me outta this or get ready, lady.
Because if I'm going down,

I'm taking you down with me,

straight to hell where you belong.

You threaten me
and my children again,

and I will go straight
to the police.

What was that about?

We need to call Brooks.

No, you need
to speak to me first.

Who was that?

What on God's earth
have you done, Victoria?

So let me get this straight.

You paid a thug to have
our son beaten up in prison,

and then what,
strong-arm a juror,

when this guy could've been
the very reason

Daniel's even on trial
in the first place?

Lee didn't kill Tyler.
It doesn't make any sense.

- He was set up.
- Oh.

By whom, for instance?

Jack Porter.

He knew what Lee looked like.

He could've orchestrated the
whole thing to protect the real killer.

Let me guess.
Amanda Clarke.

You have really lost it,
you know that?

Did it even occur to you how much
you've risked both our lives

and Daniel's with this?

I will categorically deny
anything Lee has to say.

He was blackmailing us.

Well, that's not
gonna be enough.

Once that punk starts talking
to save his skin,

it's gonna lead investigators

all the way down
the rabbit hole to us.

Leave me alone.
I need to think.

This will be second mess of yours
I've had to clean up in one day.

- What is that supposed to mean?
- I don't know.

Why don't you go
and ask your artist friend?

Not that I expect
you'll find him.

I mean, once a fraud,
always a fraud.

- Isn't that right, Victoria?
- You stay away from him!

No problem there.
He's long gone by now.

Oh, you bastard.

"The last time
I wrote you from this place,

"I told you I was innocent.

"That's not really the case.

"I may not have fired
the shot that killed Tyler,

but I did shoot him..."

"Because he made me
doubt you..."

"Because he said
you'd betray me.

"But I'm the one
who betrayed you.

And now I'm getting
what I deserve."

"Which is why I'm gonna
do us both a favor

and end this now."

Open 2-7-7!

Holy hell.

The coroner's been notified.

C.S.I. on the way.

Mr. Brooks,
thanks for coming down.

What's happening out there?
They're saying someone hanged himself.

And confessed to killing Tyler
in a suicide note.

What?

Still want to change your plea?

I didn't think so.

I'll get started
getting your charges dropped.

Justice, like beauty,

is in the eye of the beholder.

Federal authorities
have confirmed the death

of terrorist David Clarke,

who was stabbed yesterday
when a fight broke out...

Some see
an innocent victim.

Others see evil incarnate
getting exactly what's deserved.

I got your message.

What's wrong? What happened?

I was wasting my time...

Gathering evidence
on jury tampering when...

The Graysons have
so much more to pay for.

Sorry to have put us
in this position again,

especially after
all these years.

We have another
David Clarke-style situation.

That's very troubling news.

The name's Moran.

- Wait. Is that Conrad?
- Lee Moran.

He's in a holding cell
at Rikers.

If he starts talking,

I don't see how we'll keep a lid
on our association.

All of the research
that I did...

Everybody that I talked to,
they said that...

It was just a prison fight...

That my dad was
knifed to death by an inmate.

How did I not know this?

The Graysons
murdered my father.