Revenge (2011–2015): Season 2, Episode 1 - Destiny - full transcript

Previously on Revenge...

Daddy!

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

- Daddy!
- 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.

The Grayson family
is decimated.

I'm starting to see the light
at the end of the tunnel.

Jack came by here yesterday,
didn't he?

Did you kiss him?



Yes.

Bye, Emily.

Jack and I are
gonna have a baby.

And who are you?

You murdered my father.

If you board that plane...

It's gonna be
the last thing that you do.

The government-chartered jet
exploded shortly after takeoff.

Charlotte! Charlotte!
Charlotte!

Everything that
could've exonerated my father

- was on that plane.
- Not exactly.

There's much more to the story.

What is she saying?

Your mother's alive.



Sonar has
picked up wreckage at 46 meters.

Roger that.

We'll continue surface sweep for survivors.

Destiny...

To believe that a life
is meant for a single purpose,

one must also believe
in a common fate.

We have
a visual on the vessel.

Roger that.

Father to daughter,

brother to sister,
mother to child,

blood ties can be as unyielding
as they are eternal.

Looks like some kind of fire
or explosion brought her down.

This wasn't an accident.

But it is our bonds of choice

that truly light
the road we travel...

Love versus hatred...

Loyalty against betrayal.

We got a body.
Have the captain radio the coroner.

A person's true destiny

can only be revealed
at the end of his journey.

And the story I have to tell

is far from over.

It is not the ropes that bind her.

It is her fear.

She's not afraid to die.

I thought I might
find you in here.

Sorry. I should've knocked.

It's okay.

Gonna take
some getting used to,

her not being here.

And yet everywhere,
all at the same time.

This room was her sanctuary.

I'll tell the staff
that it's off-limits

and to leave everything as is.

No. No, nothing good comes
from dwelling in the past.

Let's just move forward
this summer,

like we promised.

Okay.

I'll give you some space.

Jack!

- You down here?
- Yeah.

Well, the health inspector's
coming in a half an hour.

- Mm. Okay.
- Whew.

I'll be there.
I'll be there.

Looks like you threw yourself

one hell of a pity party
last night.

- Watch it.
- I am watching it.

I don't like what I see.

You know, ever since
Amanda came back,

you have been pushing
further and further away.

Ready, Jack?

Our 10:00 prenatal?

Hold on, Amanda.
Give me your hands.

Right. Uh, I...

Dec?

Oh, yeah, sure.
I'll go see if I can push

the health inspector till later.
Excuse me.

Fourth night in a row
you spent out here.

You want to tell me
what's going on?

Nothing. I just, uh...
I haven't been sleeping well.

Didn't want to drag you
into my insomnia.

You need your rest.

What I need is you, Jack.

Don't worry.

Once the baby comes,
things will be different.

Hey...

In all the time
you've known me,

have I ever broken
a promise to you?

Today marks Charlotte's
60th day of sober living.

Congratulations.
That's quite an accomplishment.

Charlotte always was
an overachiever.

Just like my mother.

May she rest in peace.

Well, in light
of your daughter's

clear commitment
to her recovery,

I'm recommending we move ahead
with her transition

to outpatient care next week.

I was hoping to be out
in time for Memorial Day.

There's an art auction
my mother used to sponsor

at the start of every season.
I'd like to be there.

I don't know, sweetheart.

That might be too much,
too soon.

Don't you think, doctor?

What would be too much

is losing a second chance
to honor her.

I already missed Mom's funeral.

Don't take this away from me,
too.

I have never taken
a single thing away from you.

- You know that.
- I'll tell you what.

Why don't we stick
with the timetable,

and I'll escort you
to the party?

Thanks, Dr. Thomas.

Yes, doctor, thank you so much.

- Marco!
- Polo!

- Marco!
- Polo!

- Marco!
- Polo!

Marco!

Marco!

Polo!

Let's play again.

I found you, Mommy!

Mommy?

When are you coming home?

Mommy,
when are you coming home?

Get off me.
What the hell are you doing?

- I was saving your life.
- Nobody asked you to do that.

I was this close

to unlocking a memory
about my mother.

Had I known
that was your intention,

I wouldn't have welcomed
your return to training.

Amanda...

Don't call me that.

Look, I am not the enemy.

Please.

Trust me.

I already made that mistake once.

You've already failed

to kill the murderer of your father.

Who's to say he won't
come for you again?

I'm counting on it, Takeda.

He might be the only person left
who knows what happened to her.

You would throw away
your training

on the unsupported assumption
that your mother remains alive.

Dead or alive, I'm gonna
find out what happened to her,

and when I do...

God help the people
who kept me from her,

and that includes you.

2x01
Destiny

And time!

- Go good around, Southpaw.
- Thanks.

All right. Tomorrow?

- Yeah, Coach.
- Okay.

"Southpaw," is it?

"Bruiser" was already taken,
so...

- As you know, I bruise easily.
- Always thinkin'.

Hello, Nolan.

Ems...
Where the hell you been?

Regrouping.

Really?

Eight weeks, no word.

I was beginning to think
I'd never see you again.

So... boxing.

I'm impressed.

And weight training
and karate.

You never know
when a white-haired maniac's

gonna pop out of the shadows
with a knife or gun or shoe bomb.

Unless...

You didn't go finish the job,
did you?

My priorities have shifted.

You want to go for a drive?

Sounds vaguely revenge-y.

Where to?

Back to the Hamptons.

So Takeda was behind
Amanda's return,

baby bump included?

Kidding.

He claims he was training her
to be my ally.

What do you mean, "claims"?

You still trust him, don't you?

Until I find out
what happened to my mother,

I don't trust anybody.

Well, at least you can cross
the Graysons off

your to-screw list.

Conrad's been buried
under a cloud of suspicion

ever since Victoria's
plane crash destroyed

all the S.E.C. evidence against him.

Not quite.

Ems...

- How many guest rooms do you have?
- Why?

Well, casa Nolan's in escrow.

Wait.
You sold your house?

Bad mojo.

If...

If I'm gonna be your wingman
this summer...

No.

Gee.

Thanks for mulling that over.

What's this?

I remembered something, Nolan.

Angel of Mercy Hospital?

It's 25 miles north
of where my parents grew up.

"The employees showed up
to find the doors bolted

and all the patients
had been reassigned."

A dummy investment group
bought it and shut it down

in August of '93...

Only two days
after my father was arrested.

And the plot curdles.

Hey, Jack.
Check out the new signage.

"Closed by order of the Commission
of Environmental Health."

- We failed the inspection.
- I thought you moved it.

Apparently, if we want
to be open by Memorial Day,

we don't have a choice,

which you would know
if you kept your phone on.

I left it on the boat.
What the hell happened?

You know the grease spots
in the kitchen?

Turns out it's water damage

from the 65-year-old galvanized
pipes inside our walls.

Gross.

Yeah, it's a pretty toxic place
to raise a kid.

Don't worry.
We'll take care of it.

With what, Jack?

You gonna sell your boat again,

or should I donate the money
I saved for college?

Don't forget to let
Barry Saunders know

that Glenn gissler is poised
to get the redecorating gig

and vice versa.

If we can pit those two
against each other...

It practically guarantees
a Digest cover.

You're so boss-some.

Don't say that.
And make sure that is chucked

before either of them
come to view the place.

And let me know the instant

you get the appraisals
on the artwork.

The piece with
the least amount of value

is going up
for the Memorial Day auction.

I've saved you the trouble.

I'm already having the piece
for the auction crated and delivered,

and I think you will find it
remarkably suitable for the occasion.

I'm assuming that you'll want to
say a few words at the memorial.

You know,
I'd rather not speak ill of the dead,

in public anyway.

So let's just skip the eulogies,
shall we?

Is Daniel home?

Measuring your study,
I believe.

Ooh, is it 5:00 already?

Somewhere,
just like you taught me.

Yeah, well, I suppose you do
have cause to celebrate,

'cause I'm lifting
the contingencies

- on your trust fund.
- Oh, really?

Yeah, with a small caveat,
of course.

That you invest it all
in the company

along with your share
of your mother's inheritance.

Or I could just
set it all on fire.

Ah, it's not a joke, son.

You need to send
a message to the community.

What, that we're willing to
throw good money after bad?

No, that we're still
willing to bet on ourselves.

Look...

Every red cent
of this family's net worth

was earned by making bold
and calculated risks.

And as you can see,
with very few exceptions,

those ventures have
paid off in spades.

Oh, I think Mom might have
a different opinion about that.

Because directly or indirectly,

what happened to her...

That's on both of us.

Well, if that's the case,
then rich or poor,

we're gonna have to live with
that for the rest of our lives.

I, for one, prefer the former.

Daniel, not so long ago,

you pledged your allegiance
to me in front of your mother,

your sister,
and... and... and the entire world.

Now... now's the time for you
to make good on that promise.

I need to think about it.

That's good.
Yeah, I want you to.

Hmm.

All that's missing
are the flesh-eating zombies.

Where do we start?

See if you can find her file...
Kara Wallace Clarke.

Under "Wallace Clarke"...

"Clarke Wallace"?

The restraints are
for your own protection, Kara.

- Mommy?
- Amanda?

I told you I didn't want her
to see me like this.

Hi, sweetie. Come here, baby.
It's okay.

Unlock my arms.

I want to hold my daughter.

Mommy!

I wanna hold my daughter!

- Come here!
- Mommy!

Ems.

I found the visitor log.

Look.

Your father came to see her
the week he was arrested.

And before that,

a woman named Charlotte Clarke.

No, that doesn't make
any sense.

Aunt Charlotte had Parkinson's.
She was an invalid by then.

Well, then who?

Who else?

Victoria.

Great.

Seance, anyone?

It's Victoria's
handwriting all right.

She didn't even try
and disguise it.

Must have been in a hurry.

Yeah, but the question is...
What did she do to my mother,

abduct her...

or worse?

And risk getting
her manicured talons dirty?

Not her style.

You look a little deeper,

and you'll find there's
much more to the story.

- Oy. Again with this?
- Shh.

Meaning?

David told me that his wife
was no longer with him,

which is technically true.

But she isn't dead.

Far from it.

So why would he lead everyone

- to believe that she was?
- He has his reasons.

He went to go visit her today
to ask for a divorce.

Ah, so he could marry you,
I suppose.

The man is even a bigger fool
than I thought.

If that's true,

and he tells her
about your relationship...

That makes her a liability.

Why do you think
I'm telling you all this?

Wait, you think Victoria

could've had your mother
declared cray-cray

and locked up
in the first place?

Only two people
can answer that question.

I need to get close
with the Graysons again.

Well, good luck with that

after you broke
poor Spaniel's heart.

He's not the only way in.

Stay out of trouble
while I'm gone.

You mean I can stay?

Don't get too comfortable.

Ahoy!

Captain Jack.

Or should I say Jack daddy?

Not for another four weeks.

It's good to see you, Nolan.

Okay.

Back for another season?

We'll see
what the summer holds.

But I'm currently sort of
Hamptons homeless.

You? What happened?

I'm selling the house.

You know, after everything
that happened with Tyler

and, well, other stabby,
strangle-y things,

I'm in the market to up-size.

Well, you're welcome
to stay on the boat.

Hell, you're welcome
to buy it again.

Uh...
Emily's cool with me

staying with her temporarily,
so...

She's... she's back?

Oh, yeah.

You didn't know?

I've been a little, uh,

a little preoccupied
these past few weeks.

I can vouch for that.

Haven't heard from her,
have we, Jack?

Hey, Nolan.

Mandy.

Tell her to call us.
I'm dying to see her.

Well, I'm sure
the feeling's mutual.

Well...

It's really good to see you...

Both.

Hi. Can I help you?

Hi. I'm here to see
Charlotte Grayson.

Emily.

Charlotte.

Oh, my God.

You look... great.

Dr. Thomas,
this is Emily Thorne.

She's the one who's been
sending me those postcards

from all around the world.

Oh, they meant a lot to Charlotte,
as you can tell.

I'm so sorry

- about your mother.
- I know.

It's still unreal.

You're coming to the memorial,
I hope.

Unless it's too awkward
with Daniel and Ashley.

Listen, I hate to interrupt,
but if we're gonna keep

to your release schedule,

we need to get moving
on the exit process,

which unfortunately means
one last blood draw.

Great.

Well, here.

Will I be seeing you? Please say yes.

You bet.

Come in.

During the discomfort of childbirth.

- Emily.
- Amanda.

I knew you wouldn't stay away.

Well, how could I

when we have so much
to talk about?

I know.
Takeda debriefed me.

Whatever you need,
I'm here to help.

I know that you've always
been there for me.

But I'm
on a different path now.

Wow.

Back five seconds, and already,
you're pushing me away.

Except this time,
I'm not going anywhere.

Jack and I are in this together,
for real.

He thinks you're me, Amanda.
How real can it be?

Plenty once the baby comes.

And don't forget...

If he learns the truth
about me,

everyone learns the truth
about you.

Amanda, you, uh, you hung...

Emily.

- Hi, Jack.
- Hi.

- It's good to see you.
- You, too.

Everything okay?

What's wrong?

Amanda, s...

Should you tell Jack
or should I?

Go for it.

Amanda just asked me to be
the baby's godmother.

She's gone.

Her judgment is
forever clouded by her heart.

You think you can succeed
where I have not?

I won't allow her to make
the same mistake I did.

I've lived with those
consequences for too long.

If you fail,

the mission is over...

for both of you.

Gordon, dashing as always.

- Vivien, you look spectacular.
- Hi!

Who is that?

Please check the sound system.
I won't tolerate feedback.

Ashley, this is quite an affair

your minions have put together
in honor of my late wife.

I couldn't have
done it better myself.

Where is my son?

Oh, he's off brooding somewhere
or drinking or maybe even both.

Emily Thorne...

Will you marry me?

Yes.

The return of the vivacious
and elusive Ms. Emily Thorne.

It's never too late to reconcile,
you know.

Never gonna happen, Dad.

Why not?
Come on.

She's a much more suitable match
than the delightful

if frothy little confection
Ashley Davenport.

Yeah, well,
at least Ashley's smart enough

not to cheat on me.

Is she now?

I take it you've given
some consideration

to our earlier conversation?

I did.

My money stays in trust.

If the company goes down,
hell if I'm going down with it.

You disappoint me.

Creepy.

You think she's somewhere
looking up at us?

No, thank you.

Emily.
Uh...

What a surprise.

Charlotte invited me.
I hope that's all right.

Of course.

- I've really missed you.
- Me, too.

Things have certainly changed in a year,
haven't they?

Yes, they have.
Emily, I am s...

Hello, Emily.
You look well.

You, too, Daniel.

I'm really sorry
about your mother.

I hope you got my card.

Ash, did we get a card
from Emily?

Yes. It was beautiful.

Hey, kids.

Mm. I hope a cosmo's okay.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Don't worry, Daniel.

I promise not to spill it
on your jacket this year.

Lunch sometime?

Of course.

You're really gonna do this
by yourself?

I don't really have a choice.

Is that how you feel about me,
too?

What?

Amanda, don't...
Don't say stuff like that.

We're both thinking it,
aren't we?

I mean...

That's why you've been

spending all those nights
on the boat, right?

No, not exactly.

Then what?

Jack, once the baby comes,

he's gonna need stability.
Me, too.

You're right.

If we're gonna be a family,
we should start living like a family.

I'll move my stuff back in tonight,
okay?

What about Declan?

Yeah, what about me?

How would you feel about
moving down to the boat for a while?

- Oh, sure. Yeah. Whatever.
- Dec.

Dec.

What do you want me to do?

Tell her you're not
in love with her.

I'm sorry,

but living a lie is not gonna
do any good for anybody,

least of all that kid.

I'm just trying
to do right by everyone.

Start with yourself.

How are you feeling?

Free.

Excuse me.

Darling, you look radiant.

Uh, you're still on track
for release this week I take it.

I'm just waiting for her
blood panel to come back, yeah.

- Don't worry. I'm clean.
- I know.

Listen, I was thinking

that we might spend the summer
in the city this year,

away from all those, uh,

terrible memories
at the beach house.

I was thinking the same thing.

I want to sell it.

Is that so?

Well, I'm... I'm afraid

you're gonna have
an uphill battle

convincing your brother to,
uh, put up his half.

He can buy me out.
I'd be fine with that, too.

I see.

Good afternoon,

ladies and gentlemen,
and happy Memorial Day.

It seemed only fitting

to use the official start
of the season

to pay tribute to a woman

whose absence
is still unimaginable.

I'm referring, of course,
to the late great humanitarian

and philanthropist
Victoria Grayson.

She's giving the eulogy?

Uh, tribute, sweetheart.
Tribute.

Eulogies are for funerals.

Victoria's impeccable
art collection.

And I'm confident
that Victoria,

whom I worked so closely with
for so long,

would say that, in a word,
she approves.

While whirling like a dervish in her grave.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you

an exquisite work
by Dominik Wright...

The aptly titled
"Victoria, Unfinished."

May I say a few words?

Of course.

Sorry, I just...

I can't let this day go on
without someone pointing out

that Victoria Grayson

was more than just art auctions
and fancy parties.

Yes, she was generous,

but she was also a woman
of many contradictions

and deep secrets.

As confusing as that
could be sometimes,

to me, she was simply Mom.

And it took losing her
for me to realize

the truth of just how much
she loved me

and how much I felt the same.

I've made a lot
of positive change in my life,

and I want my family...

Dad...

Daniel...

I want you to know

that I intend
to keep it that way

in honor of Mom.

Thank you so much, Charlotte.

Hello?

Yeah.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

please enjoy
the rest of the afternoon

and bid generously.

Very inspirational, sweetheart.

And heartfelt.

Sweet.

Get refills.

By all means, allow me.

Charlotte, I've just received
some upsetting news.

Your blood work came back.
It's positive for hydrocodone.

- That's impossible.
- Oh, Charlotte.

It's okay, Charlotte.
We can do another blood test.

But first we need to get you
back to the center. Okay?

No, there's been a mistake.

- No, stop it. Let go of me.
- Charlotte. Charlotte.

- Dad, you did this!
- Charlotte, calm yourself.

You blew up that plane

and now you're trying
to keep me locked up!

- Come on, come on. We'll talk.
- No! Emily!

Hey.

Whoa. Hey, take it easy.

What did I miss?

What in the hell
are you doing here?

Charlotte sent me.

Come in.
Quickly.

Where's my daughter?

She's back in rehab.

She told me where to find you.

Does anyone know
that you're here?

- No.
- What happened?

They found drugs in her system.

Charlotte swore
she wasn't using.

And she might
be telling the truth.

Charlotte believes there's
a conspiracy to keep her locked up.

Shh!

Who is this?

Conrad must have her counselor
on his payroll.

That son of a bitch is trying to
get control of her inheritance.

Victoria, forgive me if I'm
a little confused,

but... Charlotte's only inheriting because
everybody thinks that you are dead.

That's the way it has to stay.

Suffice it to say that Conrad
brought that plane down.

He was trying to kill me
and destroy federal evidence.

The government
is keeping me safe

while they build
their case against him.

Incredible.

And Charlotte's the only one
who knew the truth.

I insisted on it.

But now it appears
she's no longer safe either.

I found your burner phone,
Charlotte.

Is this how you've been
contacting your drug dealer?

No, it's not what you think.

You've received
a dozen phone calls

over the last eight weeks
from a blocked number.

What else should I think?

Do another blood test
if you want.

I haven't been using.
I swear to God.

Please.
I need that phone back.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

How's my daughter?

- Resting.
- Good.

I found a burner phone
in her room.

It may not be a secret line
to her drug dealer,

but we can certainly
make it seem that way.

In any case,
it'll help bolster the results

of the false positive
on her drug test.

Fine, fine, fine.

My attorney will be in touch
with you in the morning

to take your deposition
about her mental state.

And the payment?

After a judge grants me
power of attorney

over her inheritance.

Good night.

Hey, where were you?

Victoria's alive.

Come again?

That's what Charlotte whispered into my ear
on the boat before they dragged her off.

Holy moly.

Apparently, the government
is keeping Victoria hidden

until they can build
a case against Conrad,

or so she says.

You talked to her?

- Then you know where she is?
- Yeah.

What are you gonna do?

Play a hunch.
I need to get a camera in there.

Actually, I was hoping
you could use this.

Um, yeah. Clam cam.
I like it.

One more thing.
How fast can you run

a deep background
on Charlotte's doctor?

Another hunch?

Uh, Jack's here.

Uh...

You go.

Suddenly, I got work to do.

- Hello, Jack.
- Hi.

I'm sorry if I'm interrupting.

No, not at all.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, yeah.
It's just, we, uh...

We haven't had a chance
to talk since...

You know,
since the night Sammy died.

It seems like forever ago.

Yeah.

Yeah, for me, too.

Emily, I want you to know,

the last time I saw you,
I had no idea

that Amanda was coming back

let alone
that she was pregnant.

I would never do
something like that to you.

I know that.

If I could go back in time...

But you can't.

We can't.

No.

We're gonna name him
after our dads.

Carl David Porter.

I'm sure they'd both
be honored.

Jack, I hope you don't think
I'm a horrible person

for saying this, but...

Amanda's led
a pretty troubled life.

I just wouldn't want
to see you get hurt again.

Are you absolutely sure
the baby's yours?

Emily,
what are you doing back here?

I thought we agreed
you'd only return

if absolutely necessary.

I did some research
on Dr. Thomas.

I thought you'd want to see
what I found out.

Seems as though
your suspicions are correct.

They almost always are.

He was sued six times

for prolonging the stay
of his patients

in order
to increase his billings.

In exchange for
a generous donation.

Exactly.

He operated under
three different names

in three different states,
possibly more.

I just thought you'd want to know
exactly who you're dealing with.

Always.

Well, I'm sure
that your government friends

will have him arrested,

and... Charlotte
will be free in no time.

Emily.

I'm not sure I deserve
this kindness from you.

I'm just so happy you're alive.

Good-bye, Victoria.

Amanda, we need to talk.

There's something nagging me,

and I don't think I'll ever feel
quite right about us until I know.

When you left...

The first time, last summer,
where'd you go?

When you got beat up?

Just away.

Who'd you stay with?

Oh, my God.

You don't think
this baby is yours.

I need to know for sure.

Then I'll make an appointment.

Dr. Thomas called.

Charlotte's settling
back in to Cliffside.

At least someone's
taking care of her.

I've been a terrible brother.

I can't blame her
for not trusting me.

Charlotte's sick, Daniel.

She doesn't know
what she's saying.

The things she accused
your father of

are preposterous.

Yeah.

It's been a long day.

Come to bed.

You go.
I'm gonna stay here a while.

♪ out of the blue ♪

♪ and into the black ♪

Aah!

♪ They give you this ♪

♪ but you pay for that ♪

♪ and once you're gone ♪

♪ you can never ♪

♪ come back ♪

♪ When you're out of the blue ♪

♪ and into the black ♪

You've reached Charlotte.
Leave a message.

♪ Hey hey ♪

♪ my my ♪

♪ rock 'n' roll can never die ♪

♪ there's more to the picture ♪

♪ than meets the eye ♪

♪ hey hey ♪

♪ my my ♪

Some say that to believe
in destiny

is to dismiss
the role of free will...

That self-determination
cannot prevail

in the presence of fate...

You better be house hunting.

Among other things.

- Anything?
- Not yet.

Where have you been?

I've left five messages
for you.

Hold that thought.

I don't work for you, Victoria.

My God.
They're in this together.

This is meant to be
a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Well, that arrangement
might be in jeopardy.

Charlotte told Emily Thorne
a version of the truth.

She could be our downfall.

- I take it you don't trust her.
- No.

I never have.

When the truth is,

the only part of destiny
we can control

is the fate we choose
for another.

What would you like me
to do about her?

What you've done
so many times before.

Eliminate the liability.

As you wish.

What they did to my father...

they did to my mother, too.

And now they're coming for you.

Good.

Let them.