Revenge (2011–2015): Season 1, Episode 5 - Guilt - full transcript

Previously on "revenge"...

When I was a child, my father was
framed for a crime he didn't commit.

- Amanda!
- Amanda Clarke no longer exists.

Before he died,
he left a road map for revenge

that led me to the people
who destroyed our lives.

I'm Lydia Davis.

We met briefly on the beach.

At the Southfork Inn.

You could've had anyone,

and you knew she was
my closest friend!

Frank, would you please
talk to these men?



Are you Mr. Grayson?
No. I work for him.

Did I just hear Emily?

She said that she had
to cancel dinner.

In revenge as in life,

every action has an equal
and opposite reaction.

In the end,
the guilty always fall.

Thank you for standing guard
last night, Frank.

Were you able to sleep?

Not much.

Any leads as to
who abducted Dr. Banks?

As of this morning,
she was still unable

or unwilling
to identify her attacker.

Victoria, don't worry.

I won't let
anything happen to you.



Conrad's flying home
this morning.

No, he's not.

His jet
never left the hangar.

He spent the night
in the city.

With Lydia?

What's this?

It's a transfer receipt
from Conrad's account

in the Caymans to Lydia.

It's for $10 million.

I thought you should know.

Good morning.

Hey. Wow, ash.
That dress is criminal.

Thank you. It's my
dress-to-impress outfit.

I'm hoping Victoria pays
more attention to it

than the disaster I made
of her mother-daughter tea.

Those patient recordings
had nothing to do with you.

She has to know that.

Mm. What the queen does and does
not know is a complete mystery

to everyone but her and that
creepy security goon Frank.

Oddly enough, they asked me
more questions

about your potential involvement
than mine.

My involvement?

Because that's exactly
what I want...

my most embarrassing confessions
about her son

broadcast for all to see.

Like I said, ridiculous.

Speaking of Daniel,

looks like he's back
to his old ways.

He came home
absolutely wankered last night.

Tyler had to practically
carry him in.

How noble.

Anyway, it's safe to say
that Victoria's week

is off to
a monumentally rotten start.

Any ideas on how to
thaw the ice queen?

Hmm. Well, Victoria relishes
her status

as queen bee, right?

Pathologically.

Find an opportunity to get her
back in the spotlight.

What events
does she have coming up?

This week, the open arms
charity gala.

Mm. Me, too.

See if you can get them

to honor Victoria
for her tireless efforts.

You're a genius.

I'm gonna see you at Victoria's
luncheon today, right?

Of course.

Okay, bye.

Bye.

Officials have confirmed

246 passenger fatalities

in the bombing
of the jumbo jet,

but the final death toll
will likely surge

to include many unaccounted-for
persons on the ground.

A homegrown group
of violent radicals

calling themselves
Americon initiative

is claiming responsibility
for the attack.

Hey, kiddo.

If I had known you were
gonna get up early,

I woulda had you come swim
with Sammy and me.

There was a plane crash,
daddy.

Disaster vowed,

"to root out
the murdering cowards

and bring them
to swift justice."

"Conrad and Victoria knew

"the victims' families
would need a devil

"to shoulder the blame
for the money

"that Conrad had been
laundering for the terrorists.

"They chose me as the patsy

"while passing themselves off
as grieving benefactors.

"Never underestimate the power
of guilt, Amanda.

It compels people to some
pretty remarkable places."

Don't make a federal case
out of it, mom.

It was a few drinks,
okay?

You staggered home
like a drunken sailor.

If it weren't for Tyler,

you might not
have made it home at all.

Well, in Daniel's defense,
Emily had just lied to him

and stood him up.

Look, can we drop this?

No, we cannot.

You violated our agreement.

You shouldn't have been
in any bar in the first place.

You been drinking again,
Daniel?

Intervention's over, dad.
Mom won.

Hmm.

How was your trip?

It's gonna take an act of God
to resuscitate this market.

Well, if you need any extra
CPR at the office,

I'm happy to help.
My internship... Mm?

At stern investments
just fell through.

And as usual, their loss
is Grayson Global's gain.

When can you start?

You tell me, sir.

- Get yourself dressed.
- You start today.

You, too, Daniel.

It's clear your summer
could use the structure.

Yes, sir.

I'm gone, what, two days,
and Daniel's off the wagon?

How'd you let that happen?

I had my hands full.

Perhaps you can tell me
where your hands have been.

What's my little girl
with the infinity tattoo

up to today?

Suddenly, she's thinking of
filing a restraining order.

Yeah, well, isn't that the pot
calling the kettle black?

So what irons are we throwing
in the fire this week?

We are not throwing
anything anywhere.

I am going for a swim.

Thought
you might say that.

You know, it wouldn't, uh,
it wouldn't kill you

to try and be nice to me.

Not part of the plan.

Certainly hasn't stopped you

from cozying up
to Daniel Grayson.

That's because he actually
is part of the plan.

Seems to me the best plan
for him

has a minimum of 12 steps.

You know, if you really
wanted to help me,

why didn't you get
your new BFF Jack

to cut him off?

Not my fault.

Daniel's new sidekick
was at the helm.

The guy was feeding him shots
like a frat boy to a freshman.

Tyler.
Mm-hmm.

That frat boy is becoming
a huge problem.

He's more of an enabler
than you are.

Daniel doesn't seem
to mind.

Did you honestly think
I wouldn't notice

the gaping hole where
$10 million used to be?

I've seen the bank receipt.

I was trying to protect you.

The only thing
you were trying to protect

is your weakness for her.

She has the power
to expose us, Victoria.

I didn't have a choice.

You could've called
her bluff.

After 15 years of complicity,

I don't think
Lydia has it in her.

Maybe not before
you exiled her,

but thanks to your handiwork,

she no longer
has anything to lose.

I'd say we got away
with a bargain.

It's because of your handiwork
we're in this situation

in the first place.

Sorry, man.

I overslept.

Ah, no worries.

You're burnt.

You set the whole bar up
all by yourself?

I've seen pop do it
plenty of times.

* the rain comes down *

* it's been a... *

I didn't realize
you were paying attention.

So remind again

why we gotta work so hard?

'Cause we decided not to sell,

and the bar
is not gonna run itself.

I know all that,
but there's nothing

that says we gotta do it
all by ourselves.

Let's hire some help.

It's gonna cost money.

This place drove dad
to his grave.

I ain't goin' out like that.

Lydia, hi.

How are you?
It's been a long time.

Not that long.

I want my house back.

Pardon me?

This cottage is one of
the few things

that still connects me
to the life that I lost

the weekend that I met you.

I hand-picked

nearly every piece of decor
in this place.

And your taste is
impeccable, which is exactly

why I paid
double the asking price...

to make sure it came
fully furnished.

I'm contesting the sale.

I was technically
on the deed,

and in spite of what y
stumbled on to

between me and Conrad

at the Southfork Inn,

my ex-husband had
no legal right to sell.

I'm sorry for what happened
to you, Lydia.

And I get that you're upset,
but the money from the sale

should more than compensate
for your loss.

And what could a girl like you
possibly know about loss?

If you want to give me
your new address,

I'd be happy to pack up
a few things for you

and ship them.

I'm not here
to get my things back.

I'm here
to get my life back.

And no one, least of all

a nosy troublemaker
with a penchant

for turning
my world upside down,

is gonna get in the way
of that.

We all have our Southfork Inn,
Emily.

I just made it my mission
to find yours.

So I know why I got roped into
interning at the death star,

but why the hell would you want
to ruin your summer,

working for my dad?

Are you kidding?

Grayson global is one of
the largest wealth managers

on wall street.

Thanks for loaning me
the suit, by the way.

Not too shabby.

You wear it well.

Oh, there's my damn phone.

Now if I could just find
my credit card.

Oh, I think you left it
at the "Blowaway".

Is that place for real?

Ty, another night
like last night,

and I'll be spending the summer
at one of your parents' houses,

which doesn't sound
half bad, actually.

All you did was let off
a little steam.

Don't let your parents make it
a bigger deal than it was.

Besides, the tension around here
isn't about you anyway.

Sounds like your mom's
just still pissed

about that woman
your dad slept it.

Come again?

Lydia something.

You didn't know?

Danny...

Missed you at breakfast.

Not hungry.

Charlotte...

We're going to have to discuss
our communication problems

at some point.

And rather than
dwelling on the past,

I think the remedy for us

would be
to find some common ground.

Start spending
some quality time together.

What'd you have in mind?

Well... for starters,

I thought it might be fun
if you joined me and the ladies

for my weekly luncheon.

You're unbelievable,
you know that?

The only reason
you want to parade me

in front of your lady puppets
is to prove I've forgiven you.

Exactly how many more times
do I have to apologize

before you do?

You wished
I'd never been born.

Do me a favor
and pretend I wasn't.

Excuse me.

I have a special delivery
for Victoria Grayson.

Gift from a Conrad Grayson.

Where do I sign?

Here you go, bud.

Ah. Thanks, man.

Captain Jack.

Forgot my credit card.

You coulda called.

Would've been happy to drop
that in the mail for you.

I also wanted to apologize,

face-to-face.

I had a bit of a bad night
last night.

Girl problems, you know?

You mean those girls
over by the pool table?

Looked like you were doing
just fine.

Right.

Yeah, they were
pretty friendly.

Tell him
I'm a real people person.

Uh, Jack,

you see that guy
over there?

His name's bull, and he wants
the bartending gig.

Scares the hell
outta me.

All right. I'll handle it.
I'll handle it.

Sorry again about last night.

Forget about it.

Emily.

I'm so happy you've decided
to join our weekly lunch.

Ashley has
continually alerted me

of your interest
in all my causes.

It's a wonder we haven't
crossed paths before.

Listen, I'm so sorry

about you and Daniel, dear.

The way
he's been behaving lately,

perhaps it's for the best.

Thank you so much
for coming today, ladies.

Saturday's benefit
for Open Arms

is one of the season's
most important events

because of the magnitude
of their outreach.

Mrs. Grayson, may I?

As I'm sure most of you know,
Open Arms always selects

one charity to highlight
at the gala.

This year, they'll recognize
the hard work

of the victims' united
outreach.

Hmm.

Victims' united?

Conceived in 1995
by the families

of the passengers who lost
their lives on flight 1-9-7.

Their mission is to provide
aid and counsel

to the survivors of terrorism

in 63 countries
around the world.

Wow.
What a wonderful cause.

The Graysons were the ones

who first endowed
the organization back in 1995

so... Open Arms has decided

to honor them
for their pioneering efforts.

Congratulations, Victoria.

No one deserves
the recognition more than you.

Lydia.

I had no idea you were still
doing work for Open Arms.

Mm.

But more importantly,

I thought you'd decided
to summer elsewhere.

Well, what can I say?

It was a decision I wasn't
entirely comfortable with.

And now that my divorce
is finalized, thank God,

it's my full intention
to return to the fold.

If you'll have me, of course.

Of course.

Michael's loss is our gain.

Excuse me. I really do
have to take this.

How did you like
the surprise?

Well, if sending Lydia over
to our house

is your idea of a surprise,

then you've grossly misjudged
my sense of humor.

Wait a minute.
Lydia came to the house?

You have completely mishandled
this situation.

Uh, y-you're right.
I'm... I'm sorry.

I'll talk to Frank and decide
how best to proceed.

In the meantime,
try to find it in your heart

to accept my honest apology.

And if not my apology,
then at least accept the car.

What car?

This is a $200,000 car,
easy.

Oh, yeah?
See those pedals?

One's a brake,
one's a gas,

same as a dump truck.

I'm sorry
I came by unannounced.

The truth is,
is I had no idea

you were having
a luncheon today

why would you?
It was by invite only.

I came to apologize.

For sleeping with my husband
or for blackmailing us?

I'm just not quite sure

which apology I should
be aiming my forgiveness at.

I made a terrible mistake
with Conrad.

And if I could go back
and undo it,

I swear, I would.

You're my one true friend,
Victoria.

I miss you.

I miss us.

Lydia,

what a surprise
to see you again...

twice in one day.

I packed up some of your things
and sent them to you.

You shouldn't have
gone through the trouble.

Please think about
what I said.

Twice in one day?

Mm-hmm.

Lydia came by this morning,

begging for her house back.

Some mix-up
in the divorce settlement.

Well, it's a fantastic piece
of real estate.

I forbid you
to let go of it.

Oh, I have
no intention of it,

but when I politely declined,
she practically threatened me.

Oh, it's an empty threat,
I can assure you.

I'm sure you're right.

I guess I'm still on edge about
what happened with Dr. Banks.

Mm. It's safe to say
that we all are.

It's hard to imagine that
none of us saw

a saboteur tampering
with the DVD

just before it played.

I was thinking the same thing
this morning

when I was packing
Lydia's things.

I came across

this signed book
by Dr. Banks

with some quote about

taking back control
of her life.

I didn't know that Lydia was
a patient of Dr. Banks.

Well, why would you?

She was
one of the only people

whose sessions
weren't exposed.

You're home.

I was beginning to question
if you lived here anymore.

Well, then we're even,

because I was
beginning to question

if you'd lost my number.

W-w... actually,
I lost my phone.

Uh, Tyler told me
you canceled dinner.

What is he talking about?

I came by to see
what you like to eat.

I'll kill him.

I stared at empty chair
for two hours

until I finally accepted
that you had stood me up.

Your chair didn't look
so empty to me.

I saw you and Jack
through the windows.

I know.
I'm not proud of it.

I made that dinner
for you, Daniel.

Jack and I are just friends.

He came by unexpected
and he was hungry.

I didn't want the food
to go to waste.

I'm such an idiot.

Yeah, a little bit.

You know, I was supposed
to start working

for my dad today,
but couldn't do it.

Why not?

Because he's
a philandering dirtbag.

And if I can't look at him,

how am I supposed
to work for him?

Are you sure you're not using

the fact that he's
a philandering dirtbag

as an excuse
not to have to work for him?

Well, it's not just that...

I'm finally seeing him
for what he really is.

I think it's also that
he now sees me

for what I really am.

And what's that?

Scared...

I guess.

Yeah.

It's a hell of a lot harder
to disappoint your father

than to let him know
he disappointed you.

Daniel, is that you?

No, it's the other child,

the disposable one.

Oh, Charlotte,
don't talk like that.

Here are the keys
to your new car.

Ground me, restrict me...
do whatever you want.

I could honestly care less.

You keep it.

You're giving me
a $200,000 car?

If it means that you'll
stop this torture,

then, yes.

Wow, mom.

I guess you really do
love me after all.

Hey, rock star.

Missed you
at the office today.

Why would you lie to me about
Emily canceling our date?

I was
just trying to protect you

from making a mistake.

That is a load of crap.

Seriously, Danny...

Do you remember when I dated
Claire Sedgely,

and you swore up and down
that she wasn't good for me,

even though I didn't want
to hear it?

Oh, that... that's not the same thing.
It's not even in the same ballpark.

It's exactly the same thing.

Whose idea was it to have
that pledge hit on her

to prove that she would
cheat on me, huh?

Brother to brother,

I was just trying to help.

Well, do me a favor.
Don't.

How did you get over
to Lydia's house, Shamu?

And who do we have
behind door number one?

Have you lost your mind?

What the hell kind of stunt
are you pulling,

showing up at my house?

I went to see Victoria.

It had nothing to do
with you.

Nothing to do with me, huh?

Victoria is seething.

That's exactly why I went.

I'm trying to repair the damage
that my relationship with you

caused our friendship.

A friendship that exists
only in your imagination,

I assure you.

She just needs more time.

Rather than
making this harder,

you might want to think
about facilitating

a detente for the two of us.

A detente...

Between my mistress
and my wife?

If I'm gonna get my life back,

then I need Victoria
to accept me.

And I can't think of
a better place

than the open arms benefit.

Get her on board, Conrad.

Otherwise...

otherwise what...

Another empty threat?

Empty?

How does this sound?

"The Graysons are
incredibly powerful, your honor.

"I was intimidated into helping
them frame David Clarke

"and then threatened by
their head of security

if I didn't comply."

The prosecution rests.

You're bluffing.

Try me.

I tried to reason with her.

Lydia doesn't want money
anymore.

The only thing
that'll placate her

is if Victoria welcomes her
back into the fold.

I am not welcoming
that scheming harlot anywhere

until we've exhausted
all our options.

Well, there's definitely

more aggressive ways
to handle the situation.

Hold on a minute.

She's a lonely socialite.
She's not an ax murderer.

Did she or did she not
threaten to take you down

at the benefit tonight?

Yeah, she danced around it.

Look, Victoria, you asked me
to call her bluff once.

I say we do it tonight.

Well, that was
before I found out

how completely unhinged
she's become.

Lydia was a patient
of Dr. Banks,

and her tapes were the only ones
that weren't leaked.

You think she was
behind the kidnapping?

Who knows
what that woman's capable of?

She could be
behind everything.

I'll get into it.

But if Victoria's suspicions
are right,

we handle this my way.

Conrad, you still have
the keys to her place?

Backseat glove box.

What are you doing?

Lydia Davis...

Is on to you.

What are you
talking about?

Well, one minute
she's pounding Chardonnay

and yelling at Conrad.

The next, she's staring

at a photograph
from a Grayson party.

She spent her morning
calling catering companies

asking about employee rosters
from a new year's eve party

back in 2003.

How could you know
all of this?

Um...

I-I might have bugged
your house.

You what?

Well,
I-I promised your father

that I would look after you.

I mean, look...

You practically throw me out
every time I'm here,

so it was the best way
I knew how, and...

I don't know how the camera
ended up at Lydia's.

It's probably 'cause
I shipped it to her.

We have to get our hands
on that photograph.

Why? What has she
stumbled on to?

A few months after I was
released from juvie,

I catered a new year's eve
party for Grayson Global.

I wanted to see for myself
who those people were.

Oh.

I'm surprised you didn't
go all ninja on them

right then and there.

The event planner was called
consummate catering.

I need you to hack into
their employee database,

find my name,
and delete it.

I'm gonna be late for
this party. Can you do it?

Mm. I'll try.

But just in case,

you might want to whip up
a story about

why billionaire Emily Thorne

needs to spend
her new year's eve

slinging champagne
at corporate events.

Emily Thorne didn't work
that party, Nolan.

Amanda Clarke did.

It was before
I changed my name.

Good evening, Ms. Thorne.

If I had known
you were coming,

we could have all
ridden over together.

Well, next time.

Victoria,
you look beautiful.

As do you.
Mm.

I don't suppose
you've talked to Daniel.

Yes. We cleared up
our misunderstanding.

But if you're wondering why
he's not here this evening,

I'm afraid it has more to do

with things at home
than with me.

Lydia!

* When we're out together *

* dancing cheek to cheek *

* Heaven *

Ashley, would you please
take us to our table?

Of course. Follow me.

* And the cares
that hung around me *

As you're
no longer simple guests,

but official honorees,

the organizers have arranged
for you to sit

at the Victims United table.

Mrs. Grayson, this is you.

* When we're out together *

* dancing cheek to cheek *

I lost both my sons

and my husband
on that plane.

And as angry as I am

at the people
who are responsible,

I am determined

to do something positive
with my family's legacy.

I just don't know
what that is yet.

We have to help her.

We have to help all of 'em.

It's not a good idea
to draw attention

back to the company.

As far as the world
is concerned,

David Clarke is responsible
for that crash.

The world doesn't know
what happened,

and I cannot live
with this guilt anymore.

No, she might
be right, Frank.

Endowing a charity
could serve

to improve the company's
public image.

Now you have about half an hour

until Lydia introduces you.

Lydia's introducing us?

I think it was supposed
to be a surprise,

but I know how you detest those.
Mm.

Enjoy.

We have to talk to Frank.

Lydia,
aren't you dressed to kill?

I hope you got that box
that I sent you.

I did, though it really
wasn't necessary,

as you won't be
in my house much longer.

Pack your bags, sweetie.

I found your Southfork Inn.

Hey, Houston.
We have a problem.

That, uh, catering company
only has a hard copy

of the employee manifest,

which they're faxing
over to Lydia

any minute now.

All right.
I'm heading over there.

I'll let you know
when it comes through.

Damn it.

Daniel's here.

Well...
Let me do it.

I'll fire up the chopper,

and I-I can be downtown
in 20 minutes.

All right.

I'm gonna text you
Lydia's address.

As soon as you get the fax,
let me know.

Daniel.

You made it.

Shall we?

Victoria, you were right.

Lydia is behind everything.

I just found her open arms
speech on her computer.

She's planning
to expose you tonight.

You have proof of this?

I'm staring at it right now.

She writes,
"ladies and gentlemen,

"everyone here tonight
is a victim,

"a victim of fraud and deceit

"so dark and despicable

"that it has taken me
15 terrible years

to tell the truth about
the monsters responsible...

Victoria and Conrad Grayson."

What do you want me to do?

I'll handle her
from this end,

and you handle her
from yours.

Lydia.

What did you say to her?

Exactly what she was
so desperate to hear.

What do we do now?

Sit and pray
that she believed me.

Thank you all.

So much could be said

for the remarkable benefactors

that I've been asked
to introduce tonight.

But knowing them
as well as I do,

I'm certain
that they would rather

I recognize
their charity instead.

Please join me in honoring
my dear friends

Conrad and Victoria Grayson

and the heroic members

of Victims United outreach.

Let me get this straight.

Your mom said she was sorry,
then she gave you this car?

Just gave it to you,
like it was nothing.

It is nothing.

Oh, you guys got
some cool ways of resolving

your family issues.

Oh, my God.

Charlotte, um, pull over.

Listen, dad...

The world you operate in
isn't for me.

I don't want to follow
your path.

Then what path do you plan
to follow, Daniel?

I don't know.

Well, maybe I can
hasten your decision.

Till you come to your senses,
I'm freezing your trust.

Do whatever
you have to, dad.

Well done, Lydia.

I am so happy
that we're friends again.

Well, it certainly appears
that way, doesn't it?

But then again,

appearances can be deceiving,
can't they?

And you've practically
made it an art form.

Understand something,
Lydia.

Every time I smile at you
across a room

or we run into each other
at a luncheon,

or I welcome you
into my home...

Let that smile
be a reminder

of just how much
I despise you.

And that every time
I hug you,

hmm?

The warmth you feel

is my hatred
burning through.

Good-bye, Lydia.

My husband's
waiting for me.

Looks like I may not be
the only Grayson

getting cut off tonight.

My sister just got arrested.

What?

What the hell
are you doing here?

It was all you...

Destroying Senator Kingsly,

Dr. Banks, Harmon,
extorting Conrad.

You really take

this "woman scorned" thing
seriously, don't you?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Get out!

Oh!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Ohh! Aah.

Ohh!

Help!
Somebody, help!

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Everything okay?

Yes. Sorry...
For all the texting.

Just a friend.

Folks, I need you
to step back, please.

Are you gonna tell
your parents about Charlotte?

No. I mean, compared to

the rest of the secrets
in this family,

this is
a drop in the bucket.

She's lucky to have you
looking out for her.

I wish I had
someone like that growing up.

Well, you have
someone like that now.

So...

How do I look
$100 million lighter?

How do you feel
$100 million lighter?

Kind of liberated,
actually.

The truth can do that.

One day, your father might
even respect you for it.

Well, till then,
I guess we'll go Dutch.

It's too bad your dad
isn't around

to see the kind of person
you turned out to be.

He'd be proud.

Emily.

Jack, hi.

What are you...

Danny.

Thank you so much.

Can you believe
they thought I stole the car?

What I can't believe is that
you were doing 70 in a 40.

You okay?
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

It's no big deal.

How much is this little stunt
gonna cost me?

Not a thing.

They were just holding them
to teach 'em a lesson.

Said I was part of the family,
they let him out.

Thank you.

I... I owe you one.

Come on, dec.

Hey, Jack.

Now that you mention it,
that bartending gig still open?

Yeah, why?

Turns out,
I kinda need a job.

Any chance
you'd give me a shot?

Give me a call
at the bar.

What a night.

I'll say.

You really serious about
taking that job

at the Stowaway?

Right now,
all I'm serious about

is taking you
to the bedroom.

Then what
are you waiting for?

* Twice I turn
my back on you *

* I fell flat on my face
but didn't lose *

Guilt is
a powerful affliction.

You can try to turn
your back on it,

but that's when
it sneaks up behind you

and eats you alive.

It's Frank.

I have some bad news to report.

Lydia Davis
just jumped off her balcony.

Call me when you get this.

* Gone fragile *

* was it both men *

* in wonder steady gone under? *

* was it the light ways *

* so frightening? *

* was it two wills *

* one mirror *

Some people struggle
to understand their own guilt,

unwilling or unable to justify
the part they play in it.

Aah! Aah!

Oh!

Aah!

* ...once *

Others run away
from their guilt,

shedding their conscience

until there's
no conscience left at all.

Help!

Aah!

* Was it the blue night *

But I run toward my guilt.

I feed off of it.

I need it.

* Was it both men *

* in wonder steady gone under? *

- You've called Emily.
- Leave a message.

Emily...
Where the hell are you?

* Was it two wills *

I think Frank
just killed Lydia.

* One mirror holding... *

My father died never knowing

if I would ever
come to believe his innocence.

For me, guilt is
one of the few lanterns

that still light my way.