Revenge (2011–2015): Season 2, Episode 18 - Masquerade - full transcript

Previously on Revenge...

- I'm taking the shot.
- No, no!

We don't know
if Padma's still alive.

We were hoping to involve you

with the campaign
in a more official capacity.

Nate taped their meetings.

Been holding on to it
in case Grayson came after me.

I've given some thought
to your offer. I accept.

- This just came for you.
- It's marked "urgent."

You've been keeping something
from me, Mason.

A very lonely sixteen-year-old girl
surrendered her firstborn son.



Victoria.

She has another son.

All too often,
we mask truth in artifice...

Concealing ourselves for fear
of losing the ones we love...

Or prolonging a deception
for those we wish to expose.

We hide behind that
which brings us comfort

from pain and sadness...

Or use it to repel a truth
too devastating to accept.

Durand.

Well, you'll notice I left
"detective" off there

since you haven't found
Padma yet.

- You're lucky I even call you back, Ross.
- Why?

'Cause I really thought
that we mended fences

after you misguidedly



questioned me
in her disappearance.

I don't know.
What was it, six weeks ago?

That was routine.
Telling you every day

we have no new leads isn't.

So unless you have something new,
I got a job to do.

I wish I did.

Like I told you,

it's the first 48 hours that
matter the most, and we're...

968 hours past that.

Right. Got it.

How long have you been here?

I'm worried about you.

After I lost Padma,

I found this.

She says that she's lucky
that I didn't abandon her

after everything that happened.

She said she'd wait for me
forever.

She's somewhere...

Out there, Ems, waiting for me.

- Nolan...
- Look, I have to believe it.

You know, even if every alley
that I run down is a dead end.

And every time
I try to help with Padma,

Amanda, or...

Even the white-haired man
last year,

I... fail.

Don't forget
that you saved Jack's life.

_

Wow.
Start your revenge-ines.

That's him, right on cue.

Look, I know he's getting in deep
with the Graysons.

So... What do you two
have brewing?

I had nothing to do with that.
Jack still won't let me in.

Nolan, your friends need you.

You can't keep hiding away
in this cave.

And if we're gonna find Padma,

I think I have a good idea.
You just need to trust me.

Oh.

Ah, the R.S.V.P.s
to the Grayson masquerade...

Each one a person

who'll pretend to be
your friend for the night.

You know, try as you might,

you are not gonna ruin
my good mood for the day,

or my ball, which,
if memory serves,

we had to cancel last year
due to your murder charge.

Yeah, don't remind me.

Aww.

Lisi Miller can't make it.

It appears she's headed

for a friend's
"destination divorce,"

whatever that is.

But Sloane Hanover's
going to be there.

- She's dying to see you.
- You're dying to set me up.

Well, it has been
over six weeks since

your failed reconciliation
attempt with Emily.

Yes, based on a threat
from the Initiative.

The picture and the bullets,
remember?

You know
I'd never risk Emily's life,

no matter how much I want her by my side.

Well, all the more reason
not to hold out hope.

Regardless,
I'm looking forward to tonight.

The women will come,
whether I bid them or not.

Like you've ever approved of
any girl I've chosen myself.

For good reason.

Conrad's at The Stowaway.
Shouldn't you be there as well?

Yes, but these R.S.V.P.s
came to campaign headquarters.

I thought you'd appreciate it
if I dropped them off.

Ah, the lovely people
who've bought their way in.

And apparently
one who's been waiting

forty years for the honor.

In addition
to the charming message,

it's postmarked 1973.

So either someone's having
a good Halloween laugh,

or the postal service
really has outdone itself.

The nausea you've been feeling

and the dizziness...
They're symptoms of pregnancy.

You're between seven
and eight weeks along.

Is the baby's father
still in the picture?

Would you like to call
your parents?

I don't live with them.

You have a choice
ahead of you...

One that's going to affect
the rest of your life.

You're right.

This is just a seasonal trifle,

not unlike yourself.

So did you
get through to Nolan?

I hope so.

I'm worried about him.

I've never seen him
in such a state.

Yeah, that my misjudgment
placed him in.

You can't carry
this burden alone, Aiden.

I had a hand in this.

Well, I was there when Padma
was taken, Emily, not you.

There's still the smallest
chance that she's alive.

I promised Nolan
we'd try to find her.

Yeah, but in order to do that,
we have to draw out Trask.

And now he's in possession
of Carrion,

he's gonna lay in wait.
We've lost our leverage.

Not entirely.

We still have one card
left to play.

Torpedo
the Initiative's investments?

I mean, it's risky.
Daniel could fire me.

And then we've both
lost access to Daniel.

It's now or never, Aiden.

- I owe it to Nolan.
- Yeah, we both do.

So what's the occasion?

Well, I know that Victoria
got the R.S.V.P.

Now I just need to make sure
she takes it seriously.

I'm just sorry
you won't be at the ball

to see your handiwork.

I wouldn't strike me off
your dance card just yet.

How do you plan
to protect local business

if your platform includes
coastal redistricting and development?

Uh, these people are townies.

Are there any of them
smart enough to ask that?

Believe it or not, yes.

But to ensure that
none of them lobs a grenade,

I had them presubmit
their questions

so you would be prepared, so...

So a body can't stand
without a healthy backbone.

When I'm elected, I'll maintain

the working-class stake
in ownership

and distribute dividends
at all levels.

Don't say "working class."

I mean, governor's a job, too.

Some of these people aren't working.
Say, uh, say "your."

I plan to maintain
your stake in ownership.

Mr. Jack Porter, everyone,

the voice of the populace,
the voice of reason,

and the man who helped me
close the gap to four points.

Knock this out of the park,

and Stoddard won't know
what hit him.

Make anyone with a mic

feel like they're
the only person in the room.

Tap your inner Clinton.

I can manage that.

But your inner Clinton taps nothing,
not anymore.

Right, Ms. Davenport?

Thank God Evan won't be
at the masquerade tonight.

Nothing could hide
those beady eyes.

But you'll be there,
won't you, Jack?

Yeah.

Could help us get
another cover,

like the one on the Post
this morning.

I took the liberty of buying masks
for you and your brother.

Wouldn't miss it.

Conrad, you know,
with such a late surge,

we are ripe
for an October surprise.

Victoria received a suspicious
R.S.V.P. this morning.

It said
"Expect the unexpected,"

and it was postmarked 1973,

which just happens to be
the year your opponent

won his first seat
on the community board.

Stoddard is trying to rattle us
before this event.

Which is why we will be
in your ear during the Q&A.

Jack will be there
to personalize your responses,

and I'll be at the ready
in case anyone goes off book.

- And, Conrad...
- Hmm?

Wear a tie.

People want to be able
to relate to you,

not feel like you're
actually related to them.

You are deceptively brilliant.

I learned from the best.

You meant Victoria, didn't you?

- Yeah.
- Ahh.

Did you pour all of Trask's funds
into EuroUnion Securities?

Everyone was shorting,
and I thought they were wrong.

No, no, no, no,
you weren't thinking.

I have to believe that.

Otherwise, you're trying
to destroy my company.

I was taking a gamble, Daniel.

That's the nature of business.

Easy to say when your name
isn't on the damn building.

Let me speak to the client.

Okay, I'll accept the blame

and assure him
this won't happen next time.

If we have a next time.

Hello?

Emily, it worked.

Trask showed.

- Jack?
- In here.

I'm gone a few weeks,

and you've already replaced me
with a new B.F.F.

So how do I become
a member of this

unholy alliance?

Boom. You're in.

Where you been hiding?

You haven't returned
any of my calls.

Before we get into that saga,

why don't you tell me yours?

Has Conny really converted you
into a true believer?

Because, uh, last we spoke,

you were hell-bent on
carrying out Amanda's wishes.

Oh, I still am.

But Conrad has me coaching him
through an earwig

for this town hall meeting.

I wanted to use
that opportunity to

- trip him up.
- Trip him up? How?

That's where you come in.

Nate secretly recorded Conrad

practically signing off
on Amanda's murder.

Let's say somebody

was able to remove this
leverage you're talking about.

I got it from Kenny

when I confronted him
about the boat.

Can you help me?

Show me the earwig.

Victoria?

Apologies for the intrusion.

An intrusion is gracing
my foyer unannounced.

I don't think I have a word
for what this is.

You can call it
a peace offering.

I was here for Charlotte
and realized

that I hadn't seen you
in weeks and to ask...

Well, hope, actually...

that my invitation
to the ball tonight

got lost in the mail.

You want to attend?

It is the event of the season.

Well, I'm afraid
that no invitation was lost

because none was sent.

Daniel has moved on.

And maybe you should, too.

This isn't about Daniel.

Well, it may be Halloween,

but certain ghosts
are best left outside.

It's funny.

The last time you spoke of ghosts
was at Amanda's funeral.

How you wanted to protect
your children so

- you don't outlive them.
- Did I say that?

You put it more elegantly,
of course.

You said that

losing a child goes against
the natural order of things.

Well...

It's no secret that I'll do anything
for my children.

Well, have a lovely evening,
Victoria.

I'm sorry to miss it.

Bold move you made today.

It will have repercussions.

My colleague got ahead
of himself.

And you, it would seem.

Listen, I'll get your money back,
Mr. Trask.

There's no need to hurt anyone,
all right?

Why should I do such a thing?

Maybe to back up a threat.

Like the one you made
to me and my girlfriend.

Since you seem to know
who we are,

you should understand that

we don't threaten
in two dimensions.

We act in three.

Right, and when you do,
you rain down destruction.

Whatever horror stories
your parents have told you, Daniel,

we've evolved.

The world is busy
destroying itself.

The real money
is in helping rebuild it,

which is why we're liquidating
our assets in Grayson Global,

effective immediately.

Listen, that's an overreaction.

- I can get Mathis in line.
- I don't think you can.

There's more to him
than you know.

- Why? What's he up to?
- Today?

Opening the door for us
to leave your company

and part as gentlemen.

But tomorrow?
He's your problem.

Well, then it's been a pleasure

doing business with you,
Mr. Trask.

I'm glad you know
when to take the win.

- Daniel.
- Emily, hi.

It's so good
to hear your voice.

- Is now a good time?
- For what, exactly?

I haven't heard from you
in six weeks.

I know. I'm... I'm sorry.

But it was all
for your protection.

I assumed you were
doing it for me.

What changed?

I took the win.

I want to celebrate with you tonight
at the masquerade.

Daniel, your mother made it
very clear to me

that she didn't want me there.

Well... I guess we're lucky
her disapproval

will be stuffed behind a mask.

Listen,
I'm already in the city,

so I'll see you there?

It's a date.

Charlotte,
that's a look I know well.

Standing in the present,

but living in the past.

I was just thinking
about Amanda.

I just can't believe
she's gone.

That is something I understand
more than you could know.

These just arrived for you,
Mrs. Grayson.

Do you want them displayed?

You can set them on the table,
Marta. Thank you.

- Black roses?
- Freaky.

Who sent them?

They're just from the florist,
thanking us for our business.

It's one rose short.

Well, let's not overlook
the thoughtful intent.

A symbol of dying love?

Seems more disturbing
than thoughtful.

Confirmed.

All funds should be transferred
immediately.

Accelerate to phase two.

Take Lexington.

It's faster this time of day.

Unless you know a more
direct route to Padma Lahari.

Which my
health care plan supports.

I mean, my heart's with
your grandmother, Miss Dailey,

and everyone living
with Alzheimer's.

I know that she values
you there by her bedside,

teaching her the world
as I'm sure she taught you.

I mean, we're nothing
without our families.

And yours is lucky to have
two such strong women.

I thank you, Eileen,
for your question.

Mr. Grayson, this is Tom Mullen.

Uh, Mr. Mullen...

Tom Mullen is
the owner of Tom's Crab Shack.

Before you fire away,

I just want to thank you
for the best crab cakes

this town has to offer.

And I'm certainly gonna have

some flown to Albany
if I ever get homesick.

Why, thank you,
Mr. Grayson.

Amanda Porter
was a friend of mine.

- Uh-huh.
- And I know we all miss her.

- Yeah.
- So my question is,

when the truth
about jury tampering

in her father's trial came out,

- you vowed to take action.
- Mm-hmm.

What's your plan,
or are you gonna allow the government

to sweep David Clarke
under the rug again?

Where the hell
did that question come from?

Now look, uh...

Let's say somebody was able

to remove this leverage
you're talking about.

Is the deal back on?

As it stands, Mr. Ryan,

that's a purely
hypothetical question.

Tom, look,

I speak for my late wife
when I say

I personally asked Conrad
not to...

No, I'll... I'll answer.
I'll answer, Jack.

Tom, when I'm elected,

I fully intend
to reopen that case.

And if judicial impropriety
is proven,

I will take
every appropriate measure

to secure a presidential pardon
for David Clarke.

Uh, uh... Uh...
Next question, please.

I can't believe that you
dragged David Clarke

into the conversation
one week before the election.

Well, I was double tapped
with a rogue question.

I gave the only answer I knew
would stop their next salvo.

"Their"?

I thought you believed
that Kenny Ryan

- was behind the stunt.
- Yeah, I did.

Until I found this.

Ashley mentioned
that you'd received

a disquieting correspondence
this morning,

and I'm assuming
that this was accompanied

by the bouquet of black roses

I found in the garbage
downstairs.

"From your loving son."

Well, we can be certain that
that's not Daniel.

And here I thought I knew
all the skeletons

in your closet by name.

It's nothing, Conrad.

Three words that never
quell doubt.

Victoria, we are this close

from actually having a shot
at winning,

so I'm asking you...

Please.

I was pregnant once.

My mother's boyfriend...

Victoria, I'm glad you're here.

So you can take care
of it for me,

and no one will ever know?

It was the worst time
of my life...

That someone has obviously
chosen to haunt me with.

Could it be him?

Suffice it to say,

that's not possible.

So the pregnancy
was terminated?

Then we're... We will make it
through this, Victoria, together.

And trust me, I'm gonna
ferret out the guilty party.

Thank you for understanding,
Conrad.

I try to keep the ghosts out...

But they always
force their way back in.

I ask again,

what impact does
this chippy's existence

have on anything?

If you had a conscience,
you'd know.

We're both killers,
Mr. Mathis.

Let's not pretend otherwise.

She got what she wanted.

She's with her father now.

Joined him earlier today.

Well, you kept her alive
for six weeks.

In preparation for what?

You'll know in time.

Everything has its purpose...

girlfriends,

little sisters
who love their heroin.

Even motion detectors
can illuminate a room.

And do the same
for the authorities,

which is why, in a few moments,

the police will find you
standing over one dead body.

Or if you should choose
to pull that trigger, two.

I'm not gonna shoot you.

This is for Padma...

And our fathers...

And Colleen.

They say that life is defined
by the roles we play.

And if you've joined us
this hallowed evening,

it can only mean
that you've played them well.

So tonight leave
your identities at the door,

let our spirits inspire yours,

and may your ornate facades
lead you to intrigue.

And as your hosts and future
first lady and governor

of this great state...

Let the masquerade commence.

Would you say
this projects electability?

More so than the man behind it.

Is it possible I wasn't clear
when we spoke earlier?

Actually, it turns out that
Daniel asked me to be his date.

But if it bothers you,
Victoria,

you can pretend that I left
Emily Thorne at the door.

To a lovely evening.

Thank you
for helping Jack tonight

and for making my father's case
a campaign promise.

I can't believe Conrad Grayson
just got my vote.

Well, I know you've got
all your moves mapped out,

but I saw a chance,
and I took it.

I hope that's okay.

It's more than okay, Nolan.

Thank you.

Who knew the Porter brothers
could pull off masks?

That's exactly what I want to do
is pull this thing off.

Sometimes self-deception
can be therapeutic.

So can free grub.
Who's coming with me?

Can't have champagne wishes
without caviar dreams.

I heard about what you did
for Amanda today.

It's really wonderful.

Just looking for justice
where it's due.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm okay.
Thank you.

There she is.

I'm glad you joined me tonight.

You, too, Porter, and thank you

for all you've done
on my father's behalf.

Somehow, you got him electable
and out of my way.

But if you don't mind,

Emily and I have six weeks
to catch up on, so...

Yeah.

No, no. No, no.

Look, David Clarke isn't even
a first-term concern.

No, ensuring that your taxes
don't go up is.

Yeah, thanks.
Thanks, Scott.

Don't worry.
It's nonalcoholic.

I'll be totally alert when
we get the polling tomorrow.

My assumption is that
you were sober this afternoon,

and now I'm missing
the masquerade to field calls

from anxious supporters.

Someone's got Nate's tapes,
either Kenny or Jack Porter...

Neither of whom possesses
the sophistication for such a ploy.

To say nothing of the fact

that Jack actually
came to my defense.

Or maybe it's someone
who canvassed for Stoddard

when he was in college.

Namely, your campaign manager
Evan Spradlin,

who we know paid Kenny off
in exchange for his silence.

You know, the sound of you
shilling these self-serving theories

reminds me of your
protestations of bewilderment

in the wake of the Mothers
and Daughters United event last year.

So either you're the fox
in the hen house,

or you're desperately bad
at protecting it.

Then fire me.

What,
this late in the campaign?

I will say
that once I'm elected,

you can add this
to your long list of jobs

that you can't handle.

I didn't mean to startle you,
Mrs. Grayson.

Sloane, it's so nice
to see a friendly face.

I'm so glad
you accepted my invitation.

I was, too, until I saw Danny

back on the arm
of the ice queen.

Well, I always thought
the two of you

were a much better fit.
Give them a few days.

They'll have parted ways again.

Oh... Then I guess
you haven't seen it.

_

Excuse me.

"Page Six."

Is this your idea of a joke?

Do you realize

the perilous implications
of being together?

- You mean the threat?
- Yes, Daniel, I do.

Do you honestly believe
that woman is worth your life?

Well, luckily,
that's not a choice I have to make.

And I do believe
these are yours.

Feel free to use one
for each of your two faces.

Where have you been?
What happened with Trask?

He's at the bottom
of the East River.

He killed Colleen...

And Padma.

Ah. Well, well.

Every opera needs its phantom.

Nolan, we should, uh,
we should take a walk outside.

Why?

Padma?

Nolan, I'm so sorry.

Six weeks of holding out hope.

I'm such an idiot.

Nolan, please stop.

These people...
they just...

She got dragged into this
because of me. I am to blame.

No, you're not.

Yes, I am, and so are you

and everyone else
that let this happen!

You're right. I'm sorry.

I ju...

I loved her.

She loved you.

She's gone.

Ems, she's gone.

You...

You need...

You have to get back in there.

- No, this doesn't matter anymore.
- Yes...

Ems, it does.

I'm not leaving you alone,
Nolan.

I love you, too.

I just... I have to
deal with this on my own.

Hey...
I'll be okay.

I, uh, I promise.

Couldn't they at least have
made it a real costume party?

Like you wouldn't have
still slutted it up?

No, you moron.
Just to rattle these corpses,

I would've come
as Amanda Clarke.

Though I guess that is
slutting it up.

Truth.

Is it also true that the baby
only survived the fall

'cause she was rocking
a Tequila placenta?

Shut up, Regina.

Sorry, harlot.
I'm kidding.

I mean, everyone knows

that drugs made Amanda
think she could fly.

- Charlotte!
- What just happened?

You okay? What's...

Hey, no, no.
You guys gotta go.

Now. Go.

What happened?
Are you okay?

You wouldn't believe
what they were saying.

Those two aren't worth it.
You gotta let it go.

I want to, but I can't.

I didn't know if you'd
be coming back or not.

Believe it or not,
Nolan forced me.

Well, he knows you
as well as you him.

Are you ready for this?

I will be.

So you and Daniel
are back together.

Not officially.
He was just my way in tonight.

Well, he may disagree with you.
Your picture's on "Page Six."

Daniel's clever.

There's no turning back
once you go public.

Daniel.

I bumped into Emily
on my way in,

and naturally I inferred
that you two got back together,

which she confirmed,
so congratulations.

Ah. Well, at least you had
good instincts

about something today, right?

Just kidding, Mathis.

I hope this isn't
too awkward for you.

No, all is fair in love and war,
as they say.

So can I get
either of you a cocktail?

Oh, we're good,
but help yourself.

My family spared no expense.

Thank you.

Ruling with a velvet fist?

I'm not letting him
out of my sight

until I know what he's up to.

Hey, enough work talk.

Tonight...

You're all I care about.

Refill, please.

Thank you for having me,
Mrs. Grayson.

It's a lovely party.

Everybody seems to be
having a great time.

I heard Charlotte hit somebody.

Must be
that blue-collar influence

her father's so keen to embrace.

Well, Mr. Grayson
did a remarkable job

at the town hall meeting today.

You mean by endorsing the quest
for David Clarke's pardon?

Well, that would be a victory
for your late wife.

There's no victory for Amanda.

She's gone,

which is why my child's
being raised without a mother.

You realize
the decision you make is permanent.

Victoria, are you okay?

Well, we actually got
a small bump

in the liberal enclaves
from this David Clarke thing.

One can infer
that they really do value

justice above all.

Who has the polling
from the northern districts?

Uh, yeah.
You took a hit.

I wasn't aware that you were
working from home today.

Well, I wanted to be here for you,
my dear.

Excuse us.

And keep making those calls.

Someone's responsible
for what happened yesterday.

I want a name.

- You feeling better?
- Yes, thank you.

Coffee? Tea?
Muffin?

You may need your strength

while you're explaining

what could possibly
have happened to you last night

that you wound up unconscious
on the ballroom floor.

I was upset

because our son has once again
put his life on the line

and our daughter has been
throwing punches at party guests.

And after you browbeat me
into reliving memories

that were best laid to rest,

it's no wonder I fainted.

Or could it be that you've

lied to me about the pregnancy
you claim to have terminated?

You want proof?

I want something I can believe.

Fine.

I'll give it to you,

but you will never
speak of this again.

I didn't hear from you
so I assume you were either

with Nolan or Daniel.

I talked to Nolan.

He said he made it
through the night okay.

Well...

That's why I'm here.

I hate that it has to be
this way.

You hate it?

Well, if it were up to me,
I'd put a bullet in his head.

- Well, it's not up to you.
- Clearly.

And you know that Daniel
is not my focus. Victoria is.

You can't be jealous of somebody
that I don't even care about...

I'm not jealous, Emily.
I'm disgusted.

But I'm gonna deal with it
the best I can.

Well, like it or not,

you're gonna have to deal
with Daniel.

Trask must have said something,

because he's looking
into your past.

I've done my due diligence.

You can't erase your father,
Aiden.

And if Daniel
turns to the Falcon,

he could learn everything.

Now I've killed Trask,

he's our only way of
finding out what phase two is.

Well, then we have to get to him
before Daniel does.

Right.

Or it could threaten
my time in the Hamptons.

I'm tracking Victoria's
cell phone signal.

Looks like we're all
heading into the city.

Yeah.

But separately.

Hey. I got your text.
What'd you want to talk about?

I'll see you in a second,
buddy, okay?

Be right back.

I heard the way Conrad
talked to you at the party.

Just a bad day
on the campaign trail.

I doubt that.

Have they ever
treated you well?

Charlotte told me
the Graysons banished you,

and you had to come back
on your own.

- Is that true?
- So?

So I think

that we're in this
for the same thing...

to get what we can from Conrad
before we take him down.

The only reason you'd suspect
Kenny Ryan

of what happened yesterday

is if you knew
what Nate did to my wife

for Conrad's benefit.

You played the tape?

You placed the question?

And you know why I did?

Because when
he becomes governor,

where does it end?

I need your help.

And I know
you're not one of them.

And what happened
with Amanda...

You have to know
that I was not involved.

We wouldn't be standing here
if you were.

So you with me?

Destroying evidence?

When we questioned you,
you claimed to know nothing.

After seeing... this,

it's hard to believe,

especially when the coroner
said she died yesterday.

- Yesterday?
- I spoke to you in the morning.

Your colleagues say that
you left here soon after.

Where'd you go?

I'm not saying a word.

Thank you for seeing me,
sister.

You realize
that the decision you make

is permanent
and that a vow is sacrosanct.

Once taken,
I shall never break it.

I do, sister.

Then I promise

to find your son
the best possible home

and never to tell him
who his mother is.

You forgot the last promise.

I didn't.

I want you to be sure.

Then I promise
never to tell you

what becomes of him.

I kept those promises,
Victoria,

even when he came for you
those years ago.

And he hasn't come again.

When you saw him,
did he seem happy?

He was a young man
looking for his mother,

which is a quest of hope.

So take from that
what you will.

Thank you, sister.

For everything.

What can I do for you, my dear?

Sister, I need your help.

I'm pregnant

and I have nowhere else to go.