Revenge (2011–2015): Season 3, Episode 1 - Fear - full transcript

My father was an innocent man,
destroyed by powerful people.

The Graysons are behind this.
They're going to pay.

I've dedicated my life
to avenging his death.

Eventually,
someone's gonna find you out.

And I won't stop until
they've all paid the price.

- You can't go in there!
- I have to. Jack's inside.

Oh, God! Declan. Oh, my God.

There was a bomb
at Grayson Global.

I think Conrad meant it for me.

I want to save you.

I can't just walk away,
not now.



Maybe not ever.

Certainly not for me.

Where's my brother?

He's gone, Jack.

Freeze! FBI!
Get on the ground.

Nolan Ross,
you're under arrest.

Nothing that's gonna
keep me from making Grayson

- pay for what he's done.
- Jack, don't do it.

Don't throw your life away

because of the choices
that I've made.

What are you talking about?

I'm Amanda Clarke.

Fear...

It's a fire that burns from birth
in even the coldest heart.



It motivates and paralyzes
the best of us...

Or is used as a weapon
by the worst.

But when your path is one
of treachery and deception...

The greatest fear of all...

Is that the truth is absolute.

I'm sorry.

♪ I'm not trying to resolve

♪ and I'm not trying
to put you at fault ♪

♪ there's a reason for it all

♪ and there's a fear
I can't even show ♪

♪ and you can't blame me
of it all ♪

Afternoon, sunshine.

I hope this weather holds.

It's beautiful.

Well, it's never rained

on a Grayson
Memorial Day kickoff.

I'm not a Grayson yet, Daniel.

Then why don't we
finally set a date

to make you one?

Let's just get through
tomorrow first, okay?

You know, I still can't believe

you tried to engineer
a family reunion.

Too bad only half my family's
gonna be there.

But aren't you
the slightest bit curious

why we haven't heard from
your mother these past six months?

Well, I can only hope after
the way she left things with us,

that she's in such a dark,
lonely place,

that we never hear
from her again.

Wow. Surprised
you don't get thrown.

You're light as a feather.

Oh, and you're constantly
saying all the right things.

Something the matter?

I hope you understand that
it's not a good idea for you

to be staying here
while Conrad returns.

Here.

Oh. Hey, no need--
You don't have to put me up.

And you didn't have to stay
with me these past six months.

I'm so grateful that you did.

You know,
I would have been happy

to have you join me
in the city.

I wasn't trying to hide you.

I just wanted to keep you
all to myself.

Hmm.

Charlotte.

Oh, my, I wasn't expecting you
for a couple of weeks.

Well, apparently,
we no longer own property in Paris,

which I loved discovering
at 3:00 A.M.,

after chartering a car
from Brussels.

Darling,
I'm sorry nobody told you,

but the European market
is very strong right now.

As is your stableboy, it seems.

I know the past few months

have been very difficult
for you,

losing Declan and the baby,

but I was hoping
that graduating early

and going to Europe
would prove restorative.

Or perhaps you're just
suffering from jet lag. Hmm?

Maybe you should go home
and lay down your head

and have a good bite to eat.

We'll discuss it later.

That's a lot of words
for "welcome home."

We still own the manor, right?

Only took ten years
to return the favor.

I was kinda hoping you'd have
to repay this one never.

Thanks for having them
let me out of a side gate.

Wasn't ready to face
my fickle public yet.

Well, I'm glad you're back
among the living, Nolan.

Took a lot longer than expected

for the fail-safe
I invented in Carrion

to ferret out all
the Initiative numbers,

exonerate me.

All that matters
is that it did,

and let's never say the words
"Carrion" or "Initiative"

- ever again.
- Amen to that.

Speaking of...

How go the rules of engagement?

I'm doing my best
to avoid setting a date

while Daniel looks for a job.

And I guess I can sympathize
since, well,

Nolcorp has gone the way
of the flip phone.

So... What'd I miss?

- Jack was about to shoot Conrad?
- Yes, Nolan.

I thought it was the right move
to stop him.

All right, I know, but no,

just going all birth name on him--
Wow.

Wait. You didn't tell him
I was president

of the inner circle, did you?

I haven't seen him.

After Declan's funeral,
he packed up the Stowaway

and left with Carl.

I guess that's for the best.

I don't wanna risk losing one
of the few friends I have left.

I'm sorry, Nolan.

You should never have been
involved in my plans.

Um... Yeah, no dice, Ems.

I will be by your side
until we have taken down

everyone who wronged
your father...

And me.

Especially if this is
your new summer pad.

Not mine.

For serious?

If memory serves,
I still owe you a house.

Hmm.

I guess sometimes
payback's not a bitch.

Although I imagine it will be

for New York's first
and worst family.

What do you have on tap?

A long summer of fun.

Beginning with tomorrow's
Memorial Day party?

And if everything goes
as planned,

that'll be the last one
the Graysons ever attend.

One day before its debut,

and you're still missing
the depth in my eyes.

Arctic pools, Laila.
Arctic pools.

You know what?
Uh...

Give me a minute.

Thank you.

Finally achieving
the immortality

you've always hoped for.

Oh, no, my legacy lies
in the work I'm getting done.

It's a springboard both
for the state's rehabilitation

and my ascension
to the higher offices

to which I'm destined.

To that extent, I've been going
over the specs of the party

Ms. Thorne's been kind enough to
throw in your mother's dormancy,

and while security
is acceptable

for a typical Hamptons hobnob,

it's sorely inadequate for
a future presidential candidate,

so we will be adding
handheld metal detectors

and X-ray scanners
at all the entrances.

Is that why you called me here?

To make me head
of your security detail?

I mean, I know I need a job,

- but I'm not that desperate.
- I didn't say you were.

This is a dossier
for Rice & Hawthorne,

where a primo V.P. position
awaits.

I said, Dad, hedge funds
aren't for me anymore,

and neither
are your connections.

It's time to make something of myself.

Well, as long as it isn't
kickstarting a poetry review.

Oh, that'd be
my chief of staff,

who worked at Rice & Hawthorne,
by the way.

Scotty, what's the good word?

There are much nicer places
to get a drink.

Some of them are even open.

Just...

Getting a little fresh air.

Miles away from your penthouse

and the venue of the party
that you didn't invite me to.

I'm sorry, Ashley.
I didn't know you were in town.

Knowledge is power, Emily.

I thought you had power,
Ashley.

No. What I had was a deal
with Conrad

to pay me to forget
about all the crap he's done.

But that well has dried up,

and since there's no upside
to me barking about it,

I'm coming to you.

For what?

Everything you have.

I saw that look in your eye
the night of the election.

You weren't there
to save Conrad's life.

You were there to save Jack's.

And since I know how you
still feel about him,

I will stop at nothing
to expose you to the Graysons

for the fraud you really are.

That's not how it happened,
Ashley.

And to be honest,
you seem a little desperate.

I'll be at your party tomorrow,

and you can introduce me
to some men of standing.

Sound like a plan?

Is that all?

No.
We're just getting started.

"I want
a virgin screwdriver."

Margaux?

I mess up one order when I'm 14,

and you'll never let me
live it down.

You seemed very happy
with your orange juice.

Such a nice surprise
to see you.

How long has it been?

Oh, well, since before you knew

how to properly ask for a drink.

Hmm, light summer reading?

Yeah, I wish.
Looking for my next career move.

I've never understood how

making money
is a job description.

But of course,
your kind are a necessary evil

as I'm here to be ogled
by yet another investor.

That could be 'cause
you're not wearing a bra...

Or because boys never grow up.

You didn't catch me looking,
did you?

But you still noticed.

I'm actually late.

But let's catch up tomorrow

at your girlfriend's
Memorial Day party.

- You're coming?
- I try not to miss a chance to see American culture--

Elusive as it is.

All right.
Well, I'll see you then.

- Yes.
- All right.

Uh, Margaux...
Emily's not my girlfriend.

She's my fiancée.

Oh, my mistake.
I can never keep up.

Emily?

I saw the doors open.
I was hoping you were home.

Oh, my gosh. Look at you.
You look so different.

Thank you. I like it.

And you've obviously been
in the city too long.

You're missing the most beautiful sunset.

Oh, wow.

I hope you didn't
cut your trip short

just so you could make
my Memorial Day party.

No, I'm home because
my lovely mother

has left me no other
monetary option.

Have you seen her?

Seen her?

- I almost caught Lady Chatterly with her lover.
- Her lover?

More like boy toy, actually.

I think he's even
staying at the house.

Beautiful.

Emily.

It's a shame you still feel
the need to drop by unannounced.

Hmm. Had you called
beforehand,

I would have invited you
to dinner.

I had the most marvelous
salad of asparagus

I picked fresh from the garden
this morning.

Hmm. Well,
I'm sorry I missed it.

Well, I should box some
for you...

Along with any animosity

you and I may have
shown each other.

Let's allow the past to remain so,
shall we?

That's actually why I'm here.

I haven't received
your R.S.V.P. for tomorrow.

I'm sure you know that
we're unveiling

your husband's portrait,
and I worry that your absence

will...

Send the wrong message.

Oh, well, I have little concern

of what people think of me
at the moment.

Well, then this probably won't
matter to you either, but...

I wanted to let you know
I ran into Ashley.

She told me you were
having an affair.

And she's so desperate,
she thought

she'd blackmail me to protect your secret.

And you came to warn me.

Well, that's very kind.

Well, suffice it to say,
that her facts

are as ill-conceived
as her intentions.

Oh, I don't doubt
that she's wrong, Victoria.

Mm. But...

I will say that you seem happy.

Is it possible that

someone else
has lifted your spirits?

Like... Patrick?

Oh, of all people,
you see right through me.

Yes. He showed up the night
of Conrad's election.

Though I haven't
laid eyes on him

since he was 6 months old,

I had no doubt
that he was my firstborn.

He's changed my heart.

Well, I should head back
to the city...

Back to the man who changed mine.

I trust that you'll keep
this information to yourself.

Then I trust
I'll see you tomorrow.

I think both you and I
understand the importance

of protecting the sanctity
of the family.

As much as we have
to deal with those who won't.

Bye.

Well, I think she's gonna
love meeting you, Jorge.

Okay. All right. I'll see you then.
Thanks. Bye.

I didn't hear you get in
last night.

Um... I got a late start
leaving the Hamptons--

Dropped in on your mom
for a goodwill call.

Yeah? And how is the witch?

- She actually said she'd come today.
- Really?

Seems like we're all doing better
apart than together.

It's been a long time, Daniel.
What could go wrong?

You know, your rosy optimism

almost makes me forget
my family fortune's been stolen,

and I'm unemployed.

Look, we can worry about that
tomorrow.

Today, let's just relax
and try to enjoy ourselves.

Not if our esteemed governor
has anything to say about it.

He's amping security--
X-ray scanners, the whole nine.

So make sure you're not
sneaking in anything explosive.

Mm. Why?

Claims it's 'cause
he's entertaining a presidential run.

- Or his ego.
- There's a difference?

- Dad!
- There's my little...

Woman, it would seem.

Europe did wonders.

You would have loved it.

Why don't you tell
your overworked dad

your favorite moment?

That's easy. I'd just come out
of the Reina Sofia,

which was life-changing.

And I see a newsstand
selling the Herald-Tribune

with you on the cover.

And I was so proud,
I turned to the stranger next to me

and said, "that's my dad."

You can't imagine

what it feels like
to hear that.

I'm proud of you, too, kitten,

especially after everything
you've been through.

Charlotte? You didn't tell me
that we had a visitor.

Well... If it isn't South Hampton's
most ravishing shut-in.

It appears monastic life
suits you, Victoria.

So I imagine such anonymous
contentment must seem odd

to a man who has to service...

20 million people.

Oh, you know, my constituents
are clamoring for you, too,

- my dear.
- That's a din I'm prepared to quell.

As I'm planning on coming
to the unveiling today.

That's a timely
change of heart.

May I presume that you'll
also be representing my office

in Binghamton for the transfer
station opening next week?

Mm, baby steps, Conrad.

- I'll see you at the party, Dad.
- Yeah.

Look, I hope you can respect
that I need

to keep the trappings
of this office

for as long as possible--

Not only for
the good I'm doing,

but lest you forget,
it's our sole source of income.

Oh, believe me.
I would love nothing more

than to see you remain
at the state house.

Especially after
the inexcusable things you did

while living here.

Yes, all in my endeavor
to keep us alive--

a debt you can now repay
by going to Binghamton.

To christen a landfill?
I think not.

Then you leave me
with only one option.

And what's that?

As of tomorrow,
Grayson Manor is on the market.

Conrad's increased
security at every entrance

and for what I'm planning
for the Graysons,

let's just say,
I have to bring it in with me.

Mm, so much for nesting.

I need you to hack
this X-ray machine.

Cyber-revenging has brought me
nothing but trouble.

So for now,
I'm done with coding, camming,

programming, and hacking.

I'm Nolan two point... no.

But... There may be a way.

How?

Trust me.

I always trust you, don't I?

- I've got more unpacking to do.
- Fine.

And I'm not
the only one unpacking.

Jack's back.

I hope you don't mind
if I let myself in.

My family is paying for this suite,
after all.

What are you doing here?

Exactly what
I was going to ask you.

Though I guess I know what
you were doing at my house.

Charlotte,
you don't understand.

And when I tell my father
about you,

he'll squash you like a bug.

Your father knows I exist.

Who the hell
do you think you are?

I'm your brother.

What?

Patrick.

I'm your brother.

Well, I guess it's typical.

Daniel and I go away
for a couple of months,

and my mother
buys our replacement.

And I'm sorry you have such
a low opinion of your mother.

She's been nothing but gracious,
generous, kind.

Well, if you think
you're just gonna

enjoy the perks
without the misery,

you're wrong.

My mother will draw you in
and destroy you.

It's what she does.

And if she doesn't, I will.

Charlotte.

Jack?

You want a drink?

No, thanks.

I want a drink.

I'm glad you're back.
I...

Where you been?

I was introducing my son
to his extended family.

How is Carl?

He's good.

I am so sorry
that I lied to you--

that I didn't tell you
the truth in the first place.

- I...
- I know.

Well, I think about all
the opportunities you had

to tell me...
That night under the fireworks,

- the night Sammy died.
- I wanted to.

But you didn't.

So I ask myself why--

Why was this
so important to you?

Then a couple weeks ago, I...

I was leaving my uncle's place
in Pittsburgh,

and Carl was asleep
in the back.

I looked in the rearview, and...

Just as he was waking up,
his eyes caught mine, and...

He just sprang to life.

And in that moment, I saw...

The love that
a child has for their father.

And I understood...

Why you're doing
what you're doing.

And why you told me
when you did--

To save me.

I didn't know how I felt
about you till this moment.

And I'm sorry.

I just don't feel anything.

I'll keep your secret...

But it's just me and Carl now.

Leave us alone.

Oh.

Oh, you know, it was so strange
coming downstairs this morning

and not seeing you
at breakfast.

And obviously,
you felt the same

since you asked me to pop by.

And I could use a happy moment.

You look-- Well, you look incredible.

Oh, it's just something
I threw together

for Emily's party
this afternoon.

What's this?

Oh, um...

That's actually--
That's why I called.

Um, I can only
consider myself a freelancer

if I actually paint on occasion.

So, um, I'm going back home
to the city.

So you're leaving me?

Or was that your plan
all along?

Drawing me in,

then abandon me as payback
for my transgressions?

No.

I don't even know what kind
of person would do that. I--

Then what happened?

Did someone say something?

It's just time.
Time for both of us.

And, um...

I'll be in touch.
I promise.

Bye.

Can you believe it's been
two years since we met?

Gosh, it feels like
so much longer.

Can I get you something?

Uh, just water would be great.

- All right. I'll see you in a bit.
- Thanks.

♪ the stars are lined up

No, no, no!

Don't tell me
you've stopped drinking now.

Oh, come on. You know me better than that.

- It's for Emily.
- Your fiancée, right?

Ashley.

- Welcome.
- That's a bold move--

Taking this tradition
from the sea to the land.

Well, people feel less
like prisoners

when they have
the option to leave.

Trust me, I'm staying.

Dr. Velez.

You must be Ashley.

- Jorge Velez.
- Charmed.

We met at
an Alzheimer's benefit.

I thought you two might hit it off.

- Oh, um, if you'll excuse me.
- Sure.

♪ Like Romeo loved Juliet

- I'm so happy you could all make it.
- Emily.

Thank you for
picking up the mantle

and launching
the season off in style.

I hope you say a few words
after my dedication today.

Oh, I, uh, you know,

I may have prepared
a little something.

- And you, too, Victoria?
- Oh, I don't want to take the spotlight

on what's essentially
your coming out party.

Well, after a 6-month absence,

I daresay it's also yours,
my dear.

Yeah, they'd all love to hear
what you've been up to.

Trust me, I have very
little of interest to say.

It doesn't look like
Ashley has that problem.

I'm going to go look
for Daniel.

Governor Grayson.

- Oh.
- Good to see you.

Great to see you.

Daniel...
Your family arrived.

Huh, I didn't think
you could pull it off,

but the gang's all here.

Uh, Em, I'd like for you
to meet Margaux Lemarchal.

- Oh, Pascal Lemarchal's daughter. Enchanté.
- Yes.

I'm a huge fan
of all of his publications--

Especially Voulez.

Oh, that's why
I've moved here--

To start the American version.

A new magazine
in the digital age?

Even with a strong brand
behind it,

it's not an easy prospect.

Which is why I'm doing it
against Pascal's wishes.

Sometimes it needs
crossing an ocean

to get out of
a father's shadow.

And what do you do?

I mean, besides
throw lovely parties.

Well, I work for a lot
of different charities,

making sure people
get what they deserve.

Aah!

Notify security.

Excuse me.

Oh!

Hold it right there.

Hold it right there.

What the hell are you doing,
Nolan?

I meant to, uh, R.S.V.P.,
but, uh...

Was unceremoniously detained.

- You could have been shot, Mr. Ross.
- Oh...

Beats waiting for a death sentence,
Governor.

Keep an eye on him.

You look piqued, Conrad.

I cannot suffer any more
bad press due to that fool.

Well, let's get straight
to the unveiling.

- Refocus the crowd.
- That's a good idea.

Today we unveil the portrait

that will serve as a remembrance

for all of the good
that you've done

for generations to come.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you...

Governor Conrad Grayson.

Well, first of all,
I would like to offer

each and every one of you
the warmest of welcomes

from this lovely location.
And from the office...

I'm-- I'm sorry.

We, uh...

Damn it, what is that? Um...

Uh...

Please step back. It's okay.

The press is getting antsy.

Someone should probably
make a statement.

Maybe we should wait until
we have something to say.

I was concerned
after your syncope

that your collapse may have
been something hypoperfusive.

So I ran a full panel.

And it came back
with a C.A.G. score of 48.

I'm afraid you have Huntington's Disease,
Governor.

What is that?

It's a neurological disease
where one slowly starts

to lose motor skills
and mental acuity.

It's progressive.

- And it's fatal?
- No.

Uh, you need to get tested, son.
It's genetic.

How... rapid is the onset?

Depends on the patient.

- You have a high-stress job, Governor.
- Nonsense.

My grandfather worked until
retirement with this disease.

You need to consider
your options.

Say nothing, Conrad,
until we know what to do.

Not even to your staff.
Daniel... Brief the press.

My father will be fine.

He's suffering
from severe dehydration,

but he'll be back on his feet
in 24 hours,

so that's all I got to say.

- Sorry, ma'am--
- No, he knows me.

Yeah, she's good.

Okay, go ahead.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I do hope your father
will be okay.

Ah, our fathers are nothing
if not survivors.

Ah.

I can see your worry.

But a colleague in Paris
has Huntington's,

and he's doing well,
so I know Conrad can fight this.

How-- How do you know
what my dad has?

Um, well, I received
a news alert as I walked up...

Quoting a source close to the family,

which I assumed was you.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Oh, Victoria.

Hmm?

Patrick's left me.

Conrad's dying, and now...
Daniel may have it.

You know,
all was good for a while.

Now it's being torn away,

and I just have to sit here
and take it.

Well, sometimes forces
beyond our control

can change everything.

We'll get through this...

Together.

Dad's diagnosis is out there.

What?

Apparently someone "close to
the family" went to the press.

I hate to say it,

but with Conrad's condition
being public knowledge...

He has to step down.

I'm gonna go talk to him.

Who knew besides us?

Only Dr. Velez.

But I can't believe that

he would destroy his career
over this.

Unless he was
a little too candid

with someone
he's interested in.

And since Ashley wants money,

I'm sure she netted
a handsome payday

by selling her story
to the press.

You're responsible

for what happened to Conrad today,
aren't you?

He had no right being governor
in the first place.

So you almost kill him?

Isn't that exactly what
you were stopping me from doing?

I'm not killing anybody, Jack,
but I will let them suffer.

These are terrible people
doing terrible things.

This is what they deserve.

Did Amanda
get what she deserved?

Did Declan?

Will I, once the Graysons
start connecting dots?

'Cause they know
what Amanda Clarke

was trying to do to them.

- They just killed the wrong girl.
- Yeah, you're right.

Finish this by the end of the summer,

then leave for good.

Or I'll tell everyone
the truth.

Ashley.

I thought Conrad asked for me.

Well, one of your many misconceptions,
Miss Davenport.

Emily told me about your
pathetic attempt to blackmail her

and your vendetta
against our family.

I thought you might like
to explain it yourself.

Well, Emily obviously didn't
tell you the full story,

like the fact that Jack Porter

tried to assassinate
your husband

the night he got elected.

And who do you think
gave him the gun?

Well, I also know that
Conrad planted that bomb

at Grayson Global
and led Jack there to die.

With a text message sent
from your phone.

I hope you didn't use your phone
this time

to sell Conrad's story
to the media.

I did no such thing.

What you've done is try
to sleep your way to the top

after failing
at a myriad of jobs

we gave you out of pity.

Well, at least I tried
to work for it

as opposed to having
everything handed to me.

That's funny.
It seems as though you wanted me

to hand everything to you.

Conrad's last act in office

was to requisition
your cell records

that prove, in fact,
that you attempted

to lure Jack to his death.

Get on that plane.
Go back to Croyden.

We'll bury the information.

Sound like a plan?

You two are evil.

What we are,
like it or not, is family.

Hey.

I've been reading
about this disease.

Paranoia.
Facial tremors.

Loss of judgment.

Memory.

My dad's in for some...
seriously rough waters

until, uh...

Until he...

Then let's get married

before the end of the summer.

- For my dad's sake.
- Yeah.

That means a lot.

You got a date in mind?

How about August 8th?

I know it sounds silly,
but ever since I was a kid,

I... always imagined
something wonderful

would happen on that day.

Hmm.

And now something will.

I'm gonna go for a swim
to clear my head,

but let your family know.

At least something good
happened today.

What are you doing?

Waiting for your father
to come home.

I still can't believe it.

So are you gonna put Dad
in Patrick's room?

Assuming your son will
keep staying at the South Fork.

It really was such a lovely way
to meet my brother.

- I hope I didn't scare him off.
- Ah.

How dare you, coming back here
as if you run things?

You have no idea
what you've done.

Since you're obviously
much happier

with your other children,
I'm moving out.

Fine.

_

Well...

Given the turn of events,

I assume you'll keep
my house off the market.

Don't worry, Victoria.

Neither of us
is going anywhere.

And here...

Is to buying me a house...

Just down the beach from you.

Away from the prying eyes
of Victoria on her cupola,

where I could never do this.

♪ Letters burning by my bed

so... Ashley's been...
Daven-deported?

Guess that's what happens
when you get

two takedowns
for the price of one.

Which I couldn't have
done without you.

What happens next?

Jack came to see me.

Gave me an ultimatum.

Well, that's heavy.

What are you gonna do?

Have the wedding
of the century.

Take down Victoria
once and for all.

When's the big date?

August 8th.

A fitting end...

To a path of revenge.

Fear is the most primal
of emotions.

It can linger as a memory

burned into one's mind
of a parent taken too soon.

Or burrow into one's soul
as self-doubt

over a child's rejection.

But the one thing
we all fear the most...

Is the unknown.

Patrick.

- What are you doing here?
- Same thing as you.

Looking to destroy
the girl next door.