Revenge (2011–2015): Season 2, Episode 7 - Penance - full transcript

Previously on Revenge...

Daniel is on a digging mission

about my father
investing in Nolcorp.

We play this right,

we guarantee you
the seat behind your father's desk.

Conrad Grayson,
you're under arrest

for the murder of Gordon Murphy.

The victim is the same man

in Victoria Grayson's
kidnapping case.

Can we count on your service?

What did you promise them?



I don't think I'll know
until it's too late.

- Will you marry me?
- Yes!

Emily Thorne...

Allenwood...

Amanda Clarke.

Penance is a sacrifice...

A voluntary punishment
to show remorse for a sin.

The more grievous the sin,

the greater
the self-inflicted suffering.

For some,

the ultimate penance is death.

But for others,

it is simply a means to an end.

Mason.



Come on in.

Ahh.
The David Clarke house.

Now was it coincidence,
serendipity,

or strategy
that brought you here?

Location.

You're up early...
for a writer.

Who can sleep

when there are so many
irksome questions?

Take the intime nature

of your friendship with
Amanda Clarke for example.

You are on antipodal ends
of the social strata, after all.

I don't choose my friends
based on their net worth.

Then by what criteria?

A shared history, perhaps?

As much as we both enjoy
the sound of your voice, Mason,

why don't you just
get to the point?

You know,
it's amazing what you can find

when you know
what you're looking for.

An Allenwood photo.

I've never denied
my time in juvie.

Mm-hmm,
and yet, you pretend

to have only met
Amanda Clarke last year,

which leads me to conclude
that your paramour

and your former cell mate
are one and the same.

You think that Amanda and I
were lovers?

How else to explain your
living in her childhood home,

bankrolling
her exorbitant crusade?

Perhaps you should try
your hand at fiction.

Either talk to me now,
or you can read all about it

when I hit number one on
the Times best-seller list...

Again.

America will devour
the salacious tale

of the felonious sapphic blondes
and their vendetta against

one of the wealthiest families
on the planet.

Mm, to say nothing of the epic
libel suit that will follow.

- Not if I write the truth.
- Then do.

And we won't have a problem.

Kara!

Sorry.
I seem to keep scaring you.

It's all right.

We've all had good reason
to be on edge lately.

With everything being
the way it is,

I think it's best if I go.

I... I booked a flight
for this afternoon.

It's embarrassing,

but I... I need a credit card
number to confirm it.

- I have cash.
- Nonsense.

Please let me
take care of it for you.

You're too kind.

It's a nice spot
for a romantic breakfast.

Or is this strictly business?

I have some intel for you.

Business it is.

- There you are.
- Thank you.

Enjoy your meal.

You have 24 hours
to position Daniel

to take over Grayson Global.

In 24 hours, Conrad will be
arraigned on murder charges,

which will make
Daniel's power grab

that much easier to construct.

The prosecutors
are gonna drop the case.

You seem very sure of that,

considering the lengths
you went to to frame him.

Conrad's not my end game.

The investors' lunch
at Grayson Manor's still a go,

which leads me to believe

the Initiative
is sending an envoy.

How's that?

They didn't get Conrad
out of jail for nothing.

You should be there.

Okay. Well...
What about your mother?

Won't she be there, too?

She booked a flight to
Colorado Springs this morning.

You're okay with that?

The sooner she gets
out from under that roof,

the better for everyone.

I am genuinely sorry

for how things turned out
with her.

I know you wanted more.

It's probably for the best.

♪ I've been ♪

♪ walking around, ♪

♪ Circling...

Finally got him to quiet down.

♪ All over town... ♪

♪ Were not to be found... ♪

Who's Narciso Rodriguez?

He made
Carolyn Bessette's dress

when she married
John-John Kennedy.

Oh.
That Narciso Rodriguez.

When I was 10, my, um,

foster mom collected magazines

with their wedding
on the cover,

and I was practically
obsessed with it.

I wanted, um...

My wedding
to be like theirs someday.

- It's stupid.
- It's not stupid.

Money's tight, I know.

I'm not 10 anymore.

It's fine.

"Mason Treadwell"?

What do you want, Mason?

To invite you for lunch
Chez moi.

I just had
the most intriguing chat

with little Carl's godmother.

Cliff's Notes version...

I know about your little
jail house connection,

and I'd like to give you
a chance

to tell your side of the tale.

Uh, w... Wow.
That's, uh, fantastic.

Sounds like a "yes."

I'll text you the address.

Big kiss to baby Carl.

What is that about?

Mason, um...

wants to give me a journal
my father gave him

to research his book.

Are you sure that you want to
open up all these old wounds?

One last time.

I promise.

Conrad,
last time I found you here

was four years ago
after the market crash.

It's my little spot
at the end of the world.

You contemplating
wading out to sea

and never coming back?

Hell, no. Why go to the trouble
of killing myself

when there are so many others
lining up to do it for me?

Conrad,

you're worth far more
to these fiends alive.

As long as I nurture
and hide their assets

within my company, yes.

By the way, I've been informed
that they're sending an attache

to the investor luncheon

to deliver my marching orders.

The Initiative is coming
to our home?

Yes, and once they cross
the threshold,

they're free to stay forever,
just like the undead.

I will be damned
if I let those people

write the final word on us.

Don't tell me you're planning
to go toe-to-toe with the Initiative.

Why not?

You and I are already doomed.

Let them think
we're laying down,

and when the time comes,

I say we drag them
to hell with us.

2x07
Penance

Emily.

What'd you say
to Mason Treadwell?

As little as possible.

He figured out that we were
at Allenwood together.

I know, and now he's
invited me over for lunch.

Where's your gun?

Amanda, calm down.
My plan is working.

Yeah?
How would I know?

You never tell me anything,
and whatever it is you're doing,

it's taking too long.

We need to shut him up
for good.

Amanda, one more day,
and I promise,

everything is gonna be fine.

Sorry.

As of last night,
you're no longer calling the shots.

What are you talking about?

Jack proposed,
and I said yes.

For once in my messed up life,
I have a chance at a real family.

I've come too far to let Treadwell
steal that away from me now.

If you go through with
what you're thinking of doing,

you're the one who's gonna
destroy your new family,

not Mason Treadwell.

Now give me your phone.

Cancel lunch.

Tell him that you're getting
a restraining order.

You've reached Mason Treadwell,

bon vivant and provocateur.

Leave your bon mots
at the tone.

Mason. Amanda.

Forget about lunch,

and if I ever as much
as hear your name again,

I will... get a restraining order.

Perfect.

Now go home
to Jack and the baby

and be grateful
for what you have.

I hear you bought yourself
a bar.

Hey, little brother.

Bought into.
I'm just the co-owner.

For now, right?

There's good money
in getting people drunk.

Even better money in these
five boat slips we now co-own.

Well, unfortunately,
they're in long-term leases

with some longshoremen.

Well, leases are made
to be broken.

Don't forget
what you're doing here.

That's the thing, it turns out
the kids on the mortgage...

They're good guys.

Well, the same can't be said
about their old man

and the rest of the businesses
along these docks.

I really gotta remind you?

- Old man is dead.
- That's a damn shame.

Need any help with that?

Jack, hey.

- Meet my brother Nate.
- Hey.

Jack's my partner in the bar.

Jack Porter.

Congratulations, Porter.

Kenny here...
He's got the Midas touch.

Pretty soon,
your place will be turning profits

you can't imagine.

So the complete
guest list is on this...

Why?
Am I missing something?

It's not important.

Oh, Kara.
You're leaving?

Yeah.
Tell your folks I said thanks.

Listen, before you go,

I've got a question
I've been wanting to ask you.

I don't mean
to sound insensitive,

but, uh...

You were still married
to David Clarke

when he went to work
for my father, right?

Yes.

I tried to convince him
not to move us to New York.

Things may have
worked out differently.

He keep any records
of any personal investments

he might have made, uh,
after he joined the company...

Maybe from a joint account?

The man was deceiving
the whole world.

If he wanted to hide something,
he knew how to do it.

Daniel, Kara,
I'm so sorry to interrupt.

I wanted to leave this
at your parents' wedding before...

The whole thing went to hell?

Mom and Dad
will be very touched,

assuming it's not ticking.

I see the police didn't hold
your father for long.

I can't imagine
the charges will stick.

Yeah.
Can't keep a good man down.

I'm gonna be late
for my flight.

Amanda didn't tell me
that you were leaving.

No, I've never done well
with good-byes.

Have I missed
a bon-voyage party?

Oh, I was just heading out.
I didn't want to bother you again.

Oh, well,
I'll take you to your car.

Hello, Emily.

Victoria... for you.

Oh, a wedding gift.

How thoughtful.

Would you please
take this upstairs

and put it with the rest
of the unopened gifts?

I hope to see you again, Kara.

I know Amanda will feel
the same way.

That woman's had it
pretty rough.

Whole family has.

Yeah.

Take care, Daniel.

What, it wasn't, uh,
enough to pilfer my only friend?

Now you want my office, too?

On the contrary.

I'd say Emily belongs to you.

Hence, why I'm here.

Okay.

I'm mostly ears.

Emily and I
have a plan in motion

to infiltrate Grayson Global

and to draw out the Initiative.

The plan
hinges on Conrad's ouster

and Daniel's ascension
to power.

But first, to gain legitimacy,

Daniel must prove that they own

a majority stake of Nolcorp.

What makes you think
I would fork over

my life's work to the axis of evil,
hmm?

Because this might be
our last chance to save Emily.

Emily drew funds
from a buried account.

She's been cashed out of Nolcorp
since I went public in 2006.

Well, that's nothing that
a team of forensic accountants

wouldn't uncover if they started
to dig deep enough.

And trust me,
once Grayson's team starts digging,

they won't stop until
he gets what he's after,

which means
Emily's fate rests with you.

You're asking for proof
of David Clarke's original investment?

And here it is.

On record,

I am only doing this for Emily

because her father asked me
to keep her safe.

But what I want to know is...

Why are you doing this?

What is she to you...
exactly?

She's someone who
I once hurt very badly.

And now I'm trying to
make it up to her.

Well...

Hurt her again,

and I swear, you will pay.

Understood.

Aiden, where the hell are you?

On my way to you with
David Clarke's original check

to Nolan Ross

for Nolcorp's start-up funds.

Are you serious?

I thought the government
seized all his financials.

Only the ones
that they could find.

The players are lined up,
Danny.

Time to strike.

Are you in?

I'm in.

In for what, Daniel?
What's happening?

We're taking over the company.

Now listen, I'm gonna need you
to keep my father occupied

while I assemble
the power players this afternoon.

No problem,
but are you sure you can trust Aiden?

He's given me no reason not to.

Just keep my dad
in the spotlight

after his speech
and away from the library.

If I can persuade
our key investors to back me,

I'm gonna call for a vote
of no confidence

on my father next week.

Daniel, a word?

Don't mind me.

I couldn't help
overhearing you ask Kara

- about David Clarke's investments.
- Couldn't you?

Last spring,
you were so vehement

against my testifying
for the government.

I'd have thought that plane crash
would've put all that intrigue behind you.

What's
the sudden re-interest?

Oh, I don't know.
Why did you invite his wife to stay with us?

Must have been awkward for her,
sleeping in the same house

with the home wrecker
who bore his child.

Don't be smart.

You're going to
have to start focusing

on how you're going to proceed
if your father stands trial.

And how do you plan to proceed?

Will you be
standing by your man,

or was that vow as fake
as the rest?

That's entirely my business.

Now understand something,
Daniel.

I have always been
and will continue to be

your strongest advocate.

So don't keep secrets.

You'll only live
to regret them.

So now you're stalking me?

Not to mention
breaking and entering.

- Through an unlocked door?
- Whatever.

I meant what I said
about a restraining order.

Well, I'm not here to see you,
my dear.

I'm here
waiting for your betrothed.

I thought he might like to include
this in the family scrapbook.

It's not what you think, Mason.

And I'll tell you
the whole truth,

but you have to promise
to help me.

Help you? Of course.
I'll do whatever I can. What is it?

Not here.

I have to protect Jack and the baby.

Protect them from what?

None of it was my idea.

I never even wanted
to go along with it.

Emily masterminded
the whole thing.

But why should Emily Thorne

care about vindicating
your father?

Because she's obsessed with me.

Has been ever since
the first day at Allenwood.

- Used me in her sick game.
- Used you to what?

Please.
We can't do this here.

I'll follow you to your place.

Emily would destroy us both

if she knew
I was talking to you.

Rest assured, Amanda...

She never will.

Tell me a little bit more

about your friend Aiden Mathis.

I've known him for years.

He's another one
of Takeda's proteges.

Well, you might have
mentioned that.

"Hey, Nolan...

"This one time at revenge camp,
I met this fellow avenger,

and, oh, guess where
he's going to be summering."

What did he want?

Oh...
Just the original check

from your father's investment
in Nolcorp.

Don't.

It's too late.

Nolan, your company,
everything that you've worked for...

Means nothing
if it could potentially hurt

the, uh,
only real family I've ever had.

Helen.
Welcome to my home.

Conrad, you're looking well.

We're all sending
good thoughts your way

regarding the arraignment
tomorrow.

Oh, I do appreciate that.

Helen Crowley,
my wife Victoria.

Helen is one of
our largest shareholders.

- Pleasure.
- For me as well.

I've heard so many things.

Excuse me.

We'll speak privately before I go,

and I am looking forward to
meeting your recent house guest.

- She's one of them, isn't she?
- In the flesh.

Our future. Hmm?

I'll get Mr. Grayson ready
for his speech.

The guy cleans up well.

So...

How serious was it...
between you two?

I'm not gonna talk to you
about Aiden, Nolan.

Oh.
Let's talk about your mom.

Are you really ready
to let her disappear again

after everything that
we went through to find her?

It's safer for her this way.

She used Victoria's credit card

to book a flight
to Colorado Springs.

And... you know this how?

I've been tracking
her online transactions.

Oh.

When everything settles down,

I should know
where to find her.

Jack.

Hi. I...

hear congratulations
are in order.

Yeah.

Yeah,
usually you have the wedding

before the baby, but...

Congratulations?

Well, sometimes it's best
when things just happen.

I'm sure you two
will be very happy.

Us three.

Thanks, Emily.
Uh, listen...

I have a weird question.
Do you...

Do you happen to have
Mason Treadwell's phone number?

Amanda went over to
his place earlier for lunch,

but she should be back by now
to take over baby duty.

I gotta get behind the bar.

No, I don't, but if I hear from her,
I'll let her know you called.

- All right. Thank you.
- Okay. Bye.

Jack and Amanda
are getting married?

Ems, Ems, that is huge.

I hope you didn't make plans
this afternoon,

because I'm gonna need you.

Seems like old times.

So this is it.

All your research.

Every word, every image,
every syllable of my investigation.

Amanda, I want you to know

that I deeply regret the role I played
in your father's demise.

This next book will not only
clear his name,

but also portray you
as a victim of your stalker...

Ms. Emily Thorne,
the sociopathic socialite.

It's a relief
to finally tell someone.

You have no idea.

Oh, confession,
they say is good for the soul...

And for book sales.

Now, uh,
getting back to your days

working at that descriptively
named gentleman's club,

I couldn't help noticing that
your last spin on the dance pole

coincided with the murder
of Frank Stevens.

Now my theory is that Emily
alerted you to the danger,

then had someone dispatch him?

She's unhinged.

You have no idea
what she might do

when her back's
up against the wall.

Including bashing in
a man's skull?

She'll do whatever it takes.

Amanda, no!

Give it to me!

Go home.
He knows everything.

Don't you see?
We don't have a choice.

Choose your family.

You're making a huge mistake.

So I was right.

You really are the brains
in this Machiavellian scheme.

You were this close, Mason.

But you missed the one thing

that's been right under
your nose the whole time.

She's not Amanda Clarke.

You are.

Hmm.

After my father was arrested,

you were the only person
I could trust.

I believed you when you said

that you'd write
the real story.

You had the power
to change my future...

And my father's.

And words can't express
my regrets.

No. Words, Mason,
are exactly the weapon that you chose.

Everything
that I have become...

And everything
that I've given up

is because of what they did
to my father...

And what you
failed to do for him.

If I could redress
the balance...

Just in time.

- You close?
- Is who close?

Oh, I'm on my way,

but I've got some bad news,
I think.

Guess who just ditched
her flight at J.F.K.

and just rented a car
on Victoria's credit card.

Your mother's gone rogue.

Damn it.

Do you want me to stay here
or stick to the plan?

Stick to the plan.

Time to start making amends,
Mason.

Who is this?

Kara, it's Mason Treadwell.

I have urgent information about
the murder of Gordon Murphy.

- How'd you get this number?
- Your husband gave it to me.

I'll meet you at Bel Aire Cove
in thirty minutes.

I would like to express
my gratitude

for your unwavering support

through these
incredibly challenging times.

Listen, a man in my position

can't help but generate
powerful enemies,

which is
the only sound explanation

for the outrageous accusations
constantly hurled my way.

So get used to it,
because in the coming months

when the dust settles,

I assure you,
the only thing making headlines

will be the alchemy behind
your rising portfolios.

Now Victoria and I are honored
to have you at our home,

and I look forward to allaying
any concerns

you may have.
Thank you very much.

Conrad, you promised a Q&A.

- Yes, of course.
- Perfect.

How did you know Gordon?

Such an enigma of a man.
Could anyone really know

Gordon Murphy?

Cut to the chase, Mason.

Show her the pocket watch.

This came into my possession
from a police friend.

However misunderstood he was,

clearly you and Gordon
shared a deep connection.

If you intend
to honor his memory,

you must go as far away
from here

and these... people
as possible.

That is what he wanted for you,
is it not?

- Yes.
- Then you must go, Kara.

But before you do,
there is one more thing

that you need to know
about your first love.

David Clarke didn't lie to you.

He was a victim as well.

Mason,
what the hell are you doing?

Penance.
Isn't this what you wanted?

What? I don't...
I don't understand.

Twenty years ago, a book I wrote

about your first husband

depicted him
as a calculating villain

when in fact,
he was an innocent man...

Mason, stop.
She's not ready to hear this.

Whose only crime

was to run afoul of some very powerful,
very malignant people.

Mason, she's off her medication.
She's unstable.

The Graysons.

Yes. They paid me
to perpetuate their lies.

Mason, stop her.

Wait!
My story isn't finished.

Leave a message.

Aiden, my mother's on her way
back to the Graysons',

and she's out for blood.

Keep your eyes open.

Damn it.

As our most important clients,

I know that many of you,
if not all,

are planning to pull
your investment

in Grayson Global tomorrow.

But I know something
the rest of the world does not.

Our firm is actually undervalued
by as much as 50%.

As I've recently discovered,

Grayson Global has
an indisputable

multi-billion-dollar stake

in Nolcorp software
and electronics...

A fact my father
has either been couching

or oblivious to
for the past twenty years.

If you'll consider me

as a replacement to my father
as C.E.O.,

I will guarantee
this company's solvency,

and under my leadership,
we will move on Nolcorp

and triple our net worth
inside a year.

The choice is yours.

How do you plan
to run your company from prison?

I assure you,
that won't be necessary.

Look, even if there is a trial,

I'm prepared to appoint
an interim leadership

to navigate the day-to-day
until I'm acquitted. So...

This is a disaster.

Where the hell is everyone?
Where's my son?

I have no idea...

- Mr. Grayson.
- Yes.

Mrs. Grayson needs to speak
with you in her suite.

It's urgent.

Excuse me.

Conrad, I have bad news.

Oh, yes.

That does
seem to be going around.

Shut the door.

Kara, whatever demons
you're struggling with,

we can get you
the best help possible.

The only demons
I'm struggling with

are standing
right in front of me.

I want a confession.

You can start by telling me
what you did to David.

You were never in love with him,
were you?

Oh, no. She was. She was very much.
I mean, too much.

I want to hear it from her.

Kara, Victoria had nothing to do
with what happened to David.

It was all me.

- Conrad...
- No, no, no.

Look, I made a deal

with some nefarious people
who had every intention

of framing me
for that plane going down.

- So you blamed it on David?
- The man was stealing my wife.

Yeah, I wanted him to feel
the same level of pain

that he'd inflicted on me.

Come on. You of all people
should understand that.

And... and I'm sorry to say

that your David
was a very trusting man,

which made the thing...

It was almost child's play.

Looking for this?

Get in the dressing room.
Both of you.

Gentlemen,
make yourselves at home.

We have a warrant,
Mr. Treadwell.

We need to speak with you
about the murder of Gordon Murphy

as well as the conspiracy
to frame Conrad Grayson.

Conspiracy indeed.

Detective Gunther?

Why the hell haven't you
been answering your phone?

- Is she there?
- Yeah.

She's standing ten feet
away from me.

Her name's Helen Crowley.
Emily,

we've just made contact
with the Initiative.

I'm talking about my mother.

She never got on that plane.
She's coming for the Graysons.

You have to stop her.

Bloody hell.
Well, where is she?

I don't know. I can't...

I can't find her
or Victoria and Conrad.

Wait.

A half a dozen cameras
have been disabled.

She's got them
in Victoria's bedroom.

Second floor, end of the hall.

Switch the rest of them off.

Aiden...

Trust me.

Put these on.

Make no mistake, Kara.

After David's arrest,
there was no relief.

And after his conviction,
there was only guilt.

What, so you want me to believe

that it would be too merciful
to kill you?

There are far more insidious
forces at work here.

Shut up!

The people who blew up
flight 197...

They killed David.

To be more specific,
Gordon did.

- Liar.
- It's true. There's proof...

A torn picture of David
on the day he died.

I saw the photograph.
It proves nothing.

Well, then you didn't see
both halves.

Look in the lining
of my jewelry box.

Turn around.

Gordon.

He murdered David, Kara.

No, no. No, no.

- He couldn't.
- He did.

And so much more.
He was one of them.

He was the worst of them.

Shut up!

Kneel down!

The blindfolds!

Put them on.
Put them on now.

I'm sorry, Victoria.

Mm.

It's okay. You're safe.

What, you... you grabbed me?

No.

Agent Mathis did.

How are you involved?

I'm afraid I brought her
into this.

I snuck you off the estate
down the beach path,

and, uh,
Ms. Thorne was there.

He showed me his badge.

I checked with the Bureau.
He's legitimate.

These pills...

They were, um,
found on your husband,

but there was no trace
of medication in his system,

so, um, they're yours,
aren't they?

You don't have to be ashamed.

There are people
who can help you.

And unfortunately,

the people
that Gordon worked for

have you in their cross-hairs.

Whatever plans you had
for the Graysons

would likely end up getting you killed
if you had stayed.

My only plan for the Graysons

was to scare them
into telling me the truth.

There's, um...

and some money
to get you started.

You're not taking me in?

Not if you promise never to return.

It's the only way to
save yourself

and your daughter.

Best of luck.

I don't know how to thank you.

Well, just...
Keep yourself safe.

Kara, is there...

Anything that you want me
to tell Amanda?

Just tell her I wish
I could've been a better mother.

♪ Hey, ♪

♪ hey, my little girl child, ♪

♪ out in the winter, ♪

♪ out in the wild... ♪

I can...

I can stay if... if you want.
It's not a problem.

No, you go.

I have one more loose end
to tie up.

Okay.

I'm assuming we've got
workman's comp, right?

Padma.

You okay?

I figured
I'd kick off my shoes,

get comfy, stab myself on your rug.

Did you break a glass?

Something wrong?

Would you still want me

if I wasn't Nolan Ross?

Because tomorrow,

he may cease to exist
as you know him.

Conditions change,
but you can't.

Mm. I don't know.

I hate feet,
and look at me now.

I am.

And...

No matter what happens,

I'll always see you
as Nolan Algernon Ross.

My middle name's Mitchell.

I gave it a shot.

I told you,

I'm not going to answer
a single question

until I speak to my lawyer.

No lawyer's gonna help you now,
Mason.

Well, well, well...

If isn't Benedict Clarke.

You must be proud
of yourself...

Lulling me into complacency
only to double-cross me.

I'm almost flattered
the police think me capable

of such a Byzantine scheme to
bring down a government plane,

murder my accomplice,

then frame an innocent tycoon
for the crime.

I assume you're here to gloat.

I'm here to make a deal.

The next time Detective Gunther
walks in that door,

you're going to waive
your right to an attorney.

You will go to prison
for crimes you didn't commit,

including downing that plane,
just like my father did.

Only difference is,

you're going to give
a full confession

so that we can avoid a trial.

That's some deal.

- I think I'll pass.
- Well, if you do...

The police will soon uncover

a staggering amount
of evidence against you,

right down
to my mother's testimony...

about how you were in league
with Gordon Murphy.

I recorded the whole thing.

My answer is still no.

If there's a trial,
I have a fighting chance.

At the very least,
I'll be able to expose you

and your treachery.

You're forgetting, Mason,

that I'm in possession
of the only thing

that could one day
exonerate you...

A full confession of my own.

If you cooperate,
I will set you free

when I deem the time
to be right.

Which could be eons.

Or just enough time for you
to write my entire story,

from the night
my father was arrested

to the day my vengeance
is complete.

This is the book...

that we both know
you were destined to write.

Poetic justice
or my true legacy?

Or perhaps a touch of both?

And the world will finally meet

the real Leo Mason Treadwell.

I guess you've got a deal,

Ms. Clarke.

To properly do penance,

one must express contrition
for one's sins...

And perform acts
to repair the damage

caused by those transgressions.

I've been thinking
about our wedding...

The one you imagined as a kid.

So have I.

I don't want a fancy wedding,
Jack.

All I need is you...

And little Carl

and a few friends
and the boat you named after me.

So I just spoke to our
so-called security detail,

and the cameras went black
for about five minutes today,

during which
Kara Clarke Murphy vanished.

The Initiative.

You'd think they would've
simply let her kill us.

I don't think the word "simply"
is even in their vocabulary.

And as you
so astutely pointed out,

our value to them
is in our ability to serve,

for the moment.

Conrad,
there's something I have to tell you.

It's about Daniel...

Whatever it is,
it can wait until morning.

A morning I truly believed
we would never see.

Please sleep well, sweetheart.

I'll be right outside your door.

It is only when
those acts are complete

that the slate
can truly be wiped clean...

And amnesty gives way
to a new beginning.

I...

Just thought I'd come
check on you.

It's been a rough day.

You all right?

You keep asking me that.

And you never give me
an answer.