Revenge (2011–2015): Season 2, Episode 3 - Confidence - full transcript

Previously on Revenge:

- Everybody thinks that you're dead.
- And that's the way it has to stay.

Just in time.

Your daughter's a drug addict
and you're already dead.

That makes you both
damn easy to dispose of.

I picked up the test results.

Nothing to worry about.

You're going to be a daddy.

Please tell me it's really his.

Sorry.

Don't pretend for one moment



that you didn't try
to murder me.

I warned you not
to get onto that plane.

Whatever happens from this point
forward stays between us.

- So what's next?
- Hit me.

- Who did this?
- You did,

and if I were you,
I would start running.

You once said
I was like my mother.

You knew her, didn't you?

Unfortunately,
that's something you'll never know.

In a race between
danger and indecision,

the difference
between life and death...

comes down to confidence.

Faith in our abilities,

certainty in ourselves...



Come on. Right ahead.

And the trust we put in others.

We're trapped.

We gotta go over.

Give me your hand.

Emily, wait. My leg.

You okay?

Hey!

The race is won.

He cheated.

- Yes.
- He understood the exercise...

to exploit
your opponent's weakness.

That is the key to revenge.

Lose your compassion.

No hard feelings.

Why?!

He wanted you dead.

I prefer you alive.

And I prefer you
10,000 miles away from here.

Tell Takeda
I don't need a nanny.

- Takeda didn't send me.
- He didn't stop you either.

Are you gonna get out,
or do I need to throw you out?

What you need right now
is my help.

She's cleaning.

She does that
when she can't sleep.

Perhaps I should give it a try.

Well, given
what you've been through,

insomnia seems reasonable.

I wonder what her excuse is.

You miss her, don't you?

I've spent a lot of
restless nights out here, Mom.

Either you look at the ocean
or Emily's house.

It's simple geography.

Besides, I'm with Ashley now.

Yet, you're still restless.

Well, it's kind of hard to sleep
with all those reporters

camped outside the gate
and cluttering the sky.

The news hounds won't stop
until they get my story.

And what exactly is your story?

Hello?

Do you know who this is?

Yes.

Not an easy voice to forget.

After the ding
of the seat belt sign,

the next sound you'll hear

will be 14 ounces of
plastic explosives detonating.

My proposition...

Conrad's demise
is mutually beneficial.

All it requires is splitting
Charlotte's inheritance.

Decline, and your daughter
will be joining you

in the Grayson family plot.

I'm listening.

And you're certain
it was the white-haired man?

Of course.

Who else?

I'm just wondering

how he could've boarded
the plane

completely undetected
by ground crew.

You sound like a journalist.

Or even worse, a detective.

Detectives are still
on your side last I checked.

And the implication
is that you are not?

I don't know.

Gordon Murphy.

What are those?

Well, I heard
what Mr. Murphy here said

about disobeying the order
to kill your mother.

That doesn't mean

that somebody else
didn't finish the job.

You going to answer your phone?

Victoria.

Don't think me intrusive,
but I see that you're awake.

I was just turning in.

Well, I thought
the events of the day

might be keeping you up.

No, it's the reporters
that keep knocking on my door.

They saw me leaving
Grayson Manor earlier.

They want to know everything.

Well, I trust
you staved them off.

So far.
But they are persistent.

Yes, they are.

Come over tomorrow,

and we'll discuss a strategy
on how to handle them.

That sounds great.
Good night, Victoria.

Let me see Murphy's phone.

It's destroyed, thanks to you.

- And why do you want it anyway?
- To finish what you started...

identify and take down
the initiative.

This man was their agent.

That phone
could lead us to them.

This phone
could lead to my mother.

I am keeping it.

Look,
the loss of your mother...

I know exactly how it feels.

But do not let it distract you
from your true mission.

You are better than that.

I want you to leave. Now.

Sorry.
I've got other instructions.

Takeda.

I thought he didn't send you.

He's lost faith.
I'm here to restore it.

So sooner or later,

you're gonna have to start
trusting me again.

Now... are you
gonna take the head

or the feet?

The head.

Leave the little stuff.

Just jewelry and cash.
Check the desk.

Hey, hey.

Oh, nice.
Hey, keep looking.

No. No, look, we got enough.
I'm calling it.

Pfft. To pay for
four years of college?

Not all in one night
and from the same house, man.

Who leaves a baseball
signed by babe Ruth

out in the open?
A guy who can afford another one.

I'm exhausted.

- Okay, now we call it. Come on.
- I'm gonna check my e-mail.

Mmm.

Can't sleep?

Whoever said warm milk
does the trick

obviously never tasted it.

You know, pretty soon,

late nights are gonna be
a regular thing.

You ready?

Not until we can figure out
the nursery.

I'm not doing late-night feedings
by the beer taps.

All right, look...

How about this?

Declan's room...

fresh coat of paint,
steam clean the rugs,

bring my grandma's rocking chair
down from the attic.

Cheap and cheerful,
just for the short term.

Or...

We can use the gift certificate

Charlotte sent us from that
fancy baby store in the village

and do up the room in style.

$5,000?

No, no, no. We don't accept
charity from the Graysons.

They can buy their way
into the headlines.

They're not buying their way
into my child's life.

Technically,
Charlotte is not a Grayson.

She's a Clarke, like me,
and she's excited to be an aunt.

What's the big deal?

She can be an aunt
without throwing money at us.

Just...

Return the gift, Amanda.
I'll sort out the baby's room.

I've spoken to my contact
at Vanity Fair

and confirmed their one-on-one
with Mrs. Grayson.

You're going public?

She's going nuclear.
Your mother...

is inviting every vulture
in the sky down for a feast,

attempting to capitalize

on the one thing
she's never really had...

sympathy.

I've come up
with a list of talking points.

We're keeping it vague,

avoiding the gory details,

and focusing on
Victoria's miraculous return.

Daniel and I don't need talking points.
We weren't involved.

- What do the authorities say?
- How will this affect their investigation?

Well, the more people
who know who we're looking for,

the better chance we have
of finding him.

Until then,
no one leaves this house,

and no one addresses
the press alone.

You're grounding all of us?

It's safer to stay inside
until this media storm passes.

Oh, one big happy family.

Someone please pass
the pain de mie.

- It's toast.
- Can you recover the contact list?

Wait.
Is that a bullet hole?

Can you fix it or not?

Oh, I'm sorry.
Won't ask, won't tell, will fix.

At least, I'll try.

- Oh! You're actually here.
- Oh.

Ignore my text
telling you to wake up.

Oh, don't we have a meeting?

We do. You've just never
shown up to one before.

Hmm.

Oh, Emily,
this is Padma Lahari,

my new C.F.O.

The I.R.S. is all up
in Nolcorp's grill,

and luckily Padma
is the audit whisperer.

Hmm.

Um, Padma, this is Emily,
my... uh...

My...

E... Emily.

- Mm.
- Nice to meet you.

- Have a good meeting.
- Mm.

- She's very pretty.
- Mm.

How do you know her?

Oh, we cohabitate.

Well, she asked me to move out.
I...

It's extremely complicated.

Hey, get off my truck!

What the hell are you doing?

Animal shelters?
Oh, God.

Don't tell me you want a pet.

I'm looking for a place
to volunteer

so I don't have to spend
my entire summer

in this house of dysfunction.

Everyone else knows what
really happened to you, Mom.

- Why can't Daniel?
- The last time push came to shove,

he chose to align himself
with his father.

He can't be trusted...

Yet.

You spent $5,000
at a baby store?

It's a gift for Amanda.

- She is my sister.
- Half sister, if that.

What is that supposed to mean?

Never mind.

Look, the fact that
David Clarke is your father

is a secret
we have to guard closely

for various reasons.

For now,

you need to stay away
from that girl.

I'm staying away from everyone.

We're sequestered, remember?

No one comes in.
No one goes out.

Well,
with one notable exception.

So what story
are we telling?

I certainly wouldn't want to say
anything wrong to the press.

Well, the answer's simple.

You don't know anything.

You barely know us.

I was engaged to your son.

"Ever since
Daniel broke it off,

the Graysons have kept me
at arm's length."

See? Simple.

- And it's the truth.
- Hmm.

Victoria.

Hmm?

Are you and Charlotte
safe here?

This house may as well be a fortress.

I'm talking about Conrad.

He tried to have you killed.

Oh, don't worry about Conrad.

I'll take care of him in time.

I'm more concerned about you,
Emily.

And why is that?

Ever since sharing my secret,

your welfare has been at risk,
I'm afraid.

And the only way
to ensure your safety

is by cutting off all ties
to my family,

effective immediately.

I hate to see our newfound friendship
come to an end.

But I have to ask you to stay away,
permanently.

I'll have security
show you home.

There's no loitering here.

You want a room,
you need to come inside.

No need, ma'am. Detective Lasky.

Southampton Police.

In a rental car?

Department cutbacks.

Have you, uh...

Have you seen this man?

He might be...

Someone that checked in
a week ago.

Paid cash.
Stayed one night.

What's he wanted for?

Kidnapping.

Keep your distance.
This is a very dangerous man.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

Southampton Police Department.

Southampton Police.

Yes, I need to speak with, um,
Detective Lasky, please.

No one here by that name.

You might want to try
the East Hampton police.

People make that mistake...

Kind of sparse for a newborn.

Yeah, well,

it wouldn't be if Jack had
accepted Charlotte's gift.

He's determined
to keep all things Grayson

out of the baby's life.

Mm.
He's got good instincts.

Unfortunately, Victoria has banished me
from her premises.

I need you
to deliver something for me.

It's one of my father's journals,
or at least my version of it.

Victoria's having
a press conference.

This press pass will get you
through security.

Are you nuts?

I promised Jack I wouldn't go
anywhere near the Graysons.

So lie.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Show this to Charlotte
to thank her for her gift.

I told you,
I'm returning the gift.

I've wanted a family
my whole life.

I'm not jeopardizing that
for you or anyone else.

I thought we were family.

When we exchanged identities,
the plan was clear.

You become my past...

And I become your future.

Turns out, I was wrong.

Looks like the future
belongs to you.

Please do this for me.

I remember this dinner...

Melinda Gates and Prince, uh,

something or other, at Per Se.

It's $3,000.
That's more than twice my rent.

Well, the royals
love their bubbly.

Speaking of, um,
are you hungry?

I suppose it's not too early
to start thinking about dinner.

A working dinner, of course,

which is a completely legitimate
business write-off...

- Unlike 90% of the receipts I see here today.
- Oh.

Ems, hey.

How are we on the phone fix?

"Fix" may be too strong a word.

Hardware's fried.

Contacts, data, text history

all bit the dust, or the bullet, as it were.

What about the SIM card?

Well, the only thing
I could pull from it

is the white-haired man's
own number,

and, well, he's not answering.

That's still helpful.
Can you get it to me?

The phone or the SIM card?

Both, as soon as possible.

Oh, I love it when you're bossy.

It means
something hot's gonna happen.

So what can I look forward to?

Watch the 10:00 news.

I'm counting the hours.

Mm. I gotta go.

Ems needs me.

- What about the...
- Oh, all this?

Oh, we can attack it tomorrow.
See ya.

Let me guess.

The Graysons found
the Lindbergh Baby.

What?

The 10:00 news.
I couldn't help but overhear.

Oh, that was nothing.

I got a headline.

We took the paternity test,
and it's official. I'm...

I'm gonna be a dad.

I know.

Amanda told me.

We were just together
going over some godmother stuff.

Hmm.

Congratulations.

I'm really happy for you.

Thanks.

So...

What do you think...
Yankees blue or Jets green?

Well, I think
that Amanda's probably

more of a football fan
than a baseball fan,

but...
you'll have to ask her.

I'll see you.

Emily.

Just, thank you...

For agreeing to be
in this kid's life,

for having my back, always,

for being Amanda's friend.

It's what I signed up for.

You know,
it's like you never left.

You are not welcome
in this bedroom, Conrad.

Oh, so there are limits
on how far you're willing to go

with this charade.

You ruffled a violent man
when you pulled off your double cross.

Aren't you the tiniest bit afraid
that he might come for you?

Or perhaps you and he
are working together even now.

To what end?

Oh, I don't know.

My destruction.

You may have trusted me enough
to help with your bogus kidnapping story.

But I... don't... trust... you.

Well, that won't be an issue
for you much longer, Conrad.

We may be quarantined here
for a while,

but come summer's end
when this story runs its course,

I will be leaving you for good.

Well...

Summer's end is a long way off,
my dear.

Ems?

Emily?

Uhh!

Aah!

Aiden!
Aiden, get off of him!

It's okay.
Just breathe.

Why does this keep happening to me?

- Who is that guy?
- An ally.

Nolan, where's the phone?

I told you, it's empty.

Listen...

You need to get out of here.

Come back in the morning.
I'll explain everything.

Nice meeting you...
Jerk.

Are you disappointed
to see me alive?

Death by dumpster
had such flair.

Seemed fitting.

I found the flight recorder
from Victoria's plane.

- I thought we could make a trade.
- What do you want?

Everything the white-haired man
had on him when he died.

Please.

Look, whatever you're thinking,

I'm not the enemy.

I owe you an apology.

The only thing you owe me tonight
is your absence.

You made a fool of me.

That wasn't my intention.

I had to win that exercise.

Takeda would never have let me go
if I had failed.

Go where?

Takeda found my sister.

I leave tonight.

But you're only halfway
through your training.

It doesn't matter.
This might be my last chance.

Her last chance, so...

Look, I...
I will come back for you.

I... I promise.

Aiden, wait.

- I'm coming with you.
- No. It's too dangerous.

Exactly.
I've already lost everything.

I'm not losing you, too.

Meet me in the maze
at midnight.

Just because you failed
to save your sister

doesn't mean that I'm gonna fail
at finding my mother.

It's not whether
you find her or not

that you
should be worrying about.

It's what you'll find
when you do.

Good-bye, Aiden.

Any idea where you'll go?

I decline to answer
as I happen to like my neck

willowy and working.

Who the hell was that guy
last night?

The less you know about him,
the better.

Right.

- I'm gonna miss you, too, Ems.
- Nolan.

The white-haired man
is dead.

His name was...

Gordon Murphy.

He had a bottle of pills
on him...

Fluphenazine, an antipsychotic,
one of the strongest.

Well, that fits.
He was a crazy killer.

He might have been a killer,
but he wasn't crazy.

I think the pills

belonged to my mother.

- That's a bit of a leap, don't you think?
- No, but I found this on him.

He knew her...

Intimately.

How can I help?

You've already done enough.

One day I will find a way
to thank you.

Well...

Find her.

That'll be thanks enough.

Whoa, sailor. You scared me.

I thought you were out, um,
filing for plumbing permits.

I was. I just, uh,
I just forgot some paperwork.

You look nice.

- I'm wearing a tent.
- Shut up. You're gorgeous.

Where you going all dressed up?

Emily is taking me shopping for,
um, a changing table

- and a diaper pail.
- Without me?

- Really?
- No, not really.

Thank you for not including me,
actually.

I mean that sincerely.
Thank Emily for me, too.

Although I feel like
that's all I've been doing lately.

How do you mean?

Just that she's generous
to a fault.

Right.

So, um, I'll be back soon.

Okay.

Have fun.

Oh, no, no, I'm sorry.

We've got a lot
of construction going on.

We should be open
inside of a couple of weeks.

I'm not looking for a drink.

You know this kid?

Yeah.
That's my brother.

Oh.
Well, we need to talk.

Emily, what are you doing here?

I'm not staying.
A press van's blocking the driveway.

I was hoping you could
make an announcement.

We are minutes away from starting.
You in a hurry?

No. No.

But, uh, Mr. Knowles across the street
isn't so understanding.

I begged him to hold off
calling the police

until I spoke with you, but...

Thanks. I'm on it.

Eve!

You don't want to stick around
for the main event?

Your mother asked me
to steer clear of your family.

I thought maybe she was
speaking for you.

She wasn't.

Mr. Grayson,
this arrived at the gate.

Who sent it?

Don't know, sir.
It came during a shift change.

Thank you.

"Veronica Clarke."

I should've known.

- What is it?
- Confirmation.

Of what?

Every terrible thought
I've ever had about my mother.

Okay, I'm here.
What's the emergency?

I want you to meet
Mr. Ryan.

Someone broke into his place
the other night,

and they were dumb enough
to leave this behind.

What the hell
were you thinking?

I... I w...
um, I wasn't.

I saw two kids running away
from my property.

- Who was with you?
- No one.

You steal from me,
then call me a liar?

No, sir, but like I said,
it was just me.

- I'm sorry.
- I don't know what to say.

We lost our dad last year,
but I swear,

this isn't
the way he raised us.

We can meet you
down at the police station.

I'll tell you what...

if the kid gives back
what he took,

I won't press charges.

I was young
and stupid once, too.

Careful, though.

Your next mark
might not be so nice.

You come by my place tomorrow?

You know where it is.

He'll be there.
Thank you.

Listen, if there's ever
anything I can do for you,

you just...
just let me know.

You know what, barkeep?

I'm gonna hold you to that.

Nice going.

Hey.

- You look gorgeous.
- Amanda.

- How did you get up here?
- A sister has her ways.

My mother will freak
if she knows you're up here.

Not a big fan of surprises.

I'm not afraid of her.
You shouldn't be either.

- I'm not.
- Good,

'cause if
we're gonna get closer,

I... I can't protect her
anymore.

What is this?

A journal our father kept
in prison.

I marked the entries

that I thought
you should read first.

But I have to warn you,

what it says about
your mother isn't pretty.

I can't imagine the fear
you must have felt...

- eight weeks of torture?
- Mm-hmm.

Tell me, did you ever
have a moment

where you felt like giving up?

No.

The thought of never seeing
my children again

was far worse
than anything my captor

could have ever done to me.

You can call it
a mother's will to survive.

More like a monster's.

I just found out
the real reason

you don't want me having
a relationship with Amanda.

Because she knows the truth
about what you did to my father.

Charlotte,
this is not the time.

Who, for the record,

was David Clarke.

You run that,

and I will sue you for libel.

It's only libel
if it isn't true.

Go ahead, Mom.
Deny it.

That's what I thought.

This interview's over.

Mom wasn't kidnapped.
She was planning to disappear.

Where did you get this?

Someone dropped it at the guard house
along with that note.

She was working with him, Dad.

No, open threats are not
this man's style.

If he truly wanted her dead,
then she would be.

No, you're missing
the larger revelation here.

Mom faked her own kidnapping.

My boy, at this moment,
there are things at play

that dwarf your penchant
for gullibility.

Wait.
You knew about this?

Charlotte, wait.

Hey, both of you,
get in here now.

Now!

You selfish, manipulative liar.

Where did this come from?
Where do you think?

Daniel, this secret was killing me.
I begged her to tell you.

You knew, too?

Don't blame her.
I can explain.

Oh, with what, more lies?

You should be begging
for my forgiveness

after pulling a scam like this.

You should be begging
for my forgiveness, dear son.

I handed you proof
of Conrad's guilt,

and you chose his lies
over the truth.

And the blood of every person
on that government plane

is on your hands
as well as his.

Charlotte, whatever your mother's
been telling you, pay no attention.

She's clearly
not in her right mind.

And we are canceling
this sham of an event.

Do that, and I will have
your head on a pike.

You know, as fine as I am with
a hired killer targeting you,

he won't stop there, Victoria.

We're leaving the country tonight,
all of us.

No, I'm through with hiding.

I'm going to put a stop to this
right now, come what may.

I am so sorry for all the hell

my mother put you through
while we were together.

No one in their right mind

would choose
to live inside this family.

I despise her.

Word of advice.

Keep it to yourself.

The only way
to beat your mother

is to play her game
better than she does.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please take your seats.

We're about to begin,
and please...

Amanda, wait.

What are you doing here?

I thought you were banned
from the premises.

I was.

I am.

But I'm staying for this,
and so are you.

No.
I already did what you asked.

Jack would kill me
if he knew I was here.

And Jack would kill you
if he knew

that baby you're carrying
isn't his.

This is that important to me.

The choice is yours.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it's always been my motto

that from bad comes good.

So tonight there will be
no rehashing of the past...

only my aspirations
for the future.

Violence to one

is violence to all.

And so I would like to
acknowledge those close to me

who have been touched
by this tragedy.

She's gone off book.
She's going to tank.

- First...
- I doubt that very much.

My daughter Charlotte.

During my confinement,
I promised God

that if given another chance,
I would live in truth.

And this starts with the biggest
admission of my life.

Charlotte...

Is the blessed consequence
of my affair with David Clarke.

Sweetheart,
would you step up here, please?

Yes.

Conrad, you're a smart man,

so I know
you've been expecting this call.

Your wife's
very public accusations

about our agent's
alleged transgression

has us all deeply concerned.

A course of action
has been decided,

and it involves
your participation.

Next, to the saint among men...

We'll be in touch.

Who forgave my infidelity

and cherished Charlotte
as his own...

Conrad, come.

And finally, my son Daniel,

whose loyalty knows no bounds.

There is one person missing...

someone who has seen more bad
than good from us,

and who has
never been scared off.

Her tenacity I admire,

and I wish to welcome her
into the fold...

Along with her child...
Amanda Clarke,

Charlotte's half sister.

Amanda, please join us.

Please.

To my abductor and to anyone

who thinks they can harm
this family again,

make no mistake, you will fail.

Mrs. Grayson!

- Understood?
- Excuse me.

This concludes the press conference.

As this is
an ongoing investigation,

there will be
no questions tonight.

Victoria! Victoria!

My God,
they're stronger than ever.

Mom.

Thank you for your show
of solidarity tonight.

Your performance was flawless.

I wasn't performing.

The truth is, I'd hate myself

if I'd gotten you back
only to lose you again.

I'm willing to put this
all behind us if you are.

Come here.

I missed you so much.

Oh, what a lovely tableau...

mother and son reunited.

Excuse me.
I'm gonna check on Ashley.

Ms. Fisk, my apologies
if today's event ruined our interview.

Actually,
Conrad just made up for it

by offering me an exclusive
on your upcoming wedding.

I'm sorry if I spilled
the proverbial beans, my pet.

I mean, I just...
I think I just got caught up

in the whole... affair.

And Tuscany?

An exquisite place to honeymoon.
I'd expect nothing less.

- Thank you both. Good night.
- Good night.

You should consider it
a small price to pay

for publicly branding me a cuckold.

I so look forward to you
resuming your wifely duties, dear.

Oh, well,
if that threat has any merit,

- you and I will be dead before then.
- Oh, I wouldn't bet on that.

See, I've got some
breaking news of my own.

While you were dazzling
the press corps,

I got a phone call from your
would-be assassin's employers.

It turns out that his recent,
uh, rogue

and high-profile escapades
have made him a target now.

So he's as good as dead,
so long as we cooperate.

Oh, you fool.

You've just put us back in bed

with the very architects
of this entire nightmare.

Oh, Victoria.

This family has you
to thank for that.

Jack?

What are you doing in here?

You and your new family
were all over the news.

Did you think
I wouldn't see it?

I can explain.

It's better if I do that.

My brother
is the most important person

in my life to me,

so I get
that you'd like to build

a relationship
with your sister.

That's exactly it, Jack.

Charlotte begged me
to be there.

And if Declan needed me,

I would drop everything
to be there for him, too.

It was wrong of me
to try to control

your relationship
with the Graysons,

but...

This is the last time
I take ownership for your lies.

Don't get me wrong.
I'm committed to our child.

I just don't think
I can commit to you.

You were right.

It's no good.

Any contacts that could've
led me to the initiative

were destroyed
with that bullet, so I...

had to go to plan "b."

You sent the passport to
the Graysons to make them think

the white-haired man
was coming for them.

And it worked.

Conrad and the initiative
are already in contact.

I had my own plan.

You could've
destroyed everything.

But I didn't, did I?

Amanda Clarke is embedded
in that family,

and Daniel Grayson
is out to ruin his mother.

Better still,
he trusts you again.

You were at the house.

Oh, it was fantastic
watching you capitalize

on the serendipity
of my actions.

Stop acting like you have
my best interests at heart.

Our interests used to be
one and the same.

- Aiden?
- He's gone.

Your lover has left you behind.

I don't believe you.

This is another one
of your tests.

No. No test.

Whether you believe it or not,

he chose to leave you
just the same.

How does it feel

to have opened yourself
to betrayal,

same as your father?

If you want to succeed
in your goal,

you must learn
to close your heart.

The young man you trusted
understood.

Yet, still...

You do not.

I want you to leave.

How many times
do I have to say I'm sorry

before you'll trust me again?

You have one unheard message.

To listen to your messages,
press 1.

- Gordon, it's me.
- Where are you?

Um, some guy claiming to be
a Detective Lasky

came by with a...
a sketch, asking questions.

I... I know
what I'm supposed to do,

and if I don't hear from you
by tomorrow,

I'll... I'll start
shutting everything down

and go dark like we promised.

Only I'm hoping
I won't have to,

that somehow you're still okay.

God, Gordon, please be okay.

I love you.