Revenge (2011–2015): Season 3, Episode 4 - Mercy - full transcript
Emily must rely on help from an unlikely source.
(Emily) My father
was an innocent man,
destroyed by powerful people.
The Graysons are behind this,
and they're gonna pay.
I've dedicated my life
to avenging his death.
And I won't stop until
they've all paid the price.
Maybe your new financial advisor
can help you.
Surely, Aiden,
you of all people should know
the Graysons
are completely bankrupt.
Together we're going
to destroy that little bitch.
- Victoria took the bait.
- Thank you for coming back.
Well, I knew that
if you reached out to me,
I must be the only one
you could turn to.
My mother warned me
not to trust you.
Yet here you are.
Well, I like to draw
my own conclusions.
She knew what Conrad did
to her father.
I want you to persuade him
to confess.
I'm turning myself in
to the authorities.
If you get in that car, I swear
it'll be the last thing you do!
(crackling)
Father Paul!
Emily.
(siren wailing)
(wheels clacking)
(man) Conrad Grayson
involved in M.V.A.,
blood pressure 170/100,
pulse 120,
possible head trauma.
C.T. scan recommended.
Paul Whitley B.P.
40 over palp,
Possible spinal injury,
significant blood lost
at scene.
Please hold on.
You need to wait here.
(woman speaking indistinctly
over p.a.)
(breathing heavily)
(footsteps approach)
Victoria, you're crying.
"Adam and Eve
banished from eden."
It's my first Randolph.
(chuckles) It's prophetic,
as Conrad was
the serpent all along,
Dragging me to hell
with him.
Now he's going to do
something
to destroy me
and this entire family.
Losing our fortune
proved insufficient.
Now he's going to die
and leave me
with the shame of his sins.
God... Have mercy on my soul.
You act like you're...
you're bound to Conrad
with no way out.
You are Vicky Harper...
The woman who made
an enviable life from nothing.
That's who I was once.
That's who you are now.
And I know that...
(inhales deeply)
Because you and I
are the same.
Now you have
everything you need
to change your life
right here in this room.
Sell this collection.
And we'll leave
the Hamptons.
Oh...
I have tried to leave him
so many times.
But I can't abandon
Charlotte and Daniel
to deal with Conrad's mess.
My children need me
now more than ever.
(footsteps approach)
(Bianca) Mrs. Grayson?
There's been an accident.
(cell phone rings)
(ring, beep)
♪
Hey, you get a chance to look over
my remodel ideas, J.P.?
(huffs)
Success is all about branding.
Well, branding can keep
calling me "Jack."
But I did check 'em out,
and I'm down for a few changes.
♪
What's all this?
Invitations to
the wedding of the century.
Maid of honor
reporting for duty.
I thought you were
into it.
Emily and I have hit
a few bumps lately.
I'm trying the bygones thing
because she's marrying
my brother in eight weeks.
But sometimes, I swear,
I don't know the real Emily.
Mm.
So are you thinking of asking
Margaux to the wedding?
(glasses thud)
I'm not going
to the wedding.
Not going?
(sighs)
I need a little break
from Emily Thorne.
(defibrillator whines, paddles thunk)
(man) We're losing him.
Charge again. Clear!
(defibrillator whines)
(monitor emitting tone)
(woman) He's still in v-tach. Nothing.
Damn it.
Time of death 23:36.
(continuous tone continues)
(woman speaking indistinctly over p.a.)
(indistinct conversations)
(gasps)
Emily.
(sniffles)
Any news? I...
I haven't heard much
of anything out here.
Um...
(indistinct conversations)
(telephone ringing)
(sighs) Father Paul's gone.
He went into
cardiac arrest...
And they couldn't
save him.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Yeah, he was a good man.
He was taken too soon.
You know, Victoria didn't
say much about him
on the drive over here...
Or about Conrad,
for what it's worth.
- Have you seen him?
- No.
Daniel made it clear
I wasn't needed in the room.
He... said it was
family only.
- Ah.
- I know when I'm not welcome.
The Graysons tend to close ranks
in moments like these.
Just tell my mother
I'll be at the manor
if she needs me.
Just please,
try Charlotte again.
She must not have got my messages, as
I'm sure she'd be here.
Still, I'd rather she not
learn about my accident on... Twitter!
Oh, and yet you were
so eager to air your confession
for all the world to hear
on the evening news.
It seems that
your father's dying wish
is to put a final nail
in the family coffin
by publicly admitting
to framing David Clarke.
That's where he was headed.
Why on earth would
you confess?
Because my time with Paul inspired
a spiritual conversion. Though this
near death experience may have put
an end to that rationally conceived notion.
You'd better hope he survives because
the doctors ordered you not to drive with Huntington's.
Father Paul's dead.
I knew
it was a bad choice.
He's very persuasive.
Look, I bought that Ferrari
new in '86.
It was a gift to myself
for cracking the Forbes 100.
Anyway, Paul and I
test drove it together,
and he really showed me
what that car could do.
Are you rehearsing the sob story
you're planning on telling
at your manslaughter trial?
No, my dear, I merely
want you to understand
how Father Paul came to be
behind the wheel
at the time
of the accident.
What?
He wanted to relive
a memory.
It breaks my heart
that I let him.
I will not be complicit
in your ridiculously
obvious lie.
And good luck
getting the authorities
to swallow this tripe.
Em... Em, you...
you were first on the scene.
What did you see?
The car was on fire.
Father Paul's body was thrown
about 15 feet in front of it.
And where was I?
You came up from behind me.
I was nowhere near the driver's
side of the vehicle, correct?
Yes.
Nowhere near.
You are my guardian angel, Emily.
Lord knows where I'd be
without you.
Revenge S03E48
"Mercy"
- (Nolan) Well, the man's a survivor.
- That's because Conrad caused the accident
I don't think he ever intended to confess,
and he made damn sure that Father Paul didn't either.
Yeah, I don't know, Ems.
I mean,
murder by auto accident?
Conrad is pretty psychotic,
- but why would he risk his own life?
- He's not afraid to die
that's a side effect
of convincing somebody
that they've got
a terminal disease.
Can we just talk about
the elephant in the mansion?
That maybe the crash
was due to another
fake Huntington's
Em-isode?
I lowered his dosage
yesterday
so he'd be healthy enough
to turn himself in.
- God, if Conrad would have been too ill to drive...
- Hey... hey.
I need to find the car,
prove that Conrad was driving.
Can you get me
into the police database?
(scoffs) Um, with, uh,
my library card?
Ems, tech time-out,
remember?
Plus I, uh, have my own Grayson
revenge-agenda this week.
Aiden, since you're living
at the manor,
keep your ears peeled
around Conrad.
And in the meantime...
Replace his medication with these.
(pills rattle)
Maybe there's a chance
he'll still confess
if he thinks
he's at death's door.
(woman) Thank goodness
Conrad survived.
(Victoria) With nary
a lasting injury.
In fact, he's being released
from the hospital this morning.
How much more
can the poor man endure?
Trust me, Sheila, that man
will always rise above.
(chuckles) Oh, look
at what you've accomplished.
Turning this into
the Hamptons' premiere gallery.
Having Victoria Grayson
as a loyal customer
helped cement
this gallery's reputation.
I'm honored to have helped you
build your collection.
And I trust we've built
- a friendship over the years as well.
- Of course we have.
Well, I can only hope
that you'll help in turn.
I used to be an art consultant
many years ago.
And now that
I'm an empty nester
with a husband
incapable of working,
I was looking to reignite
my passion. (chuckles)
Darling, I heard all about
your money troubles.
So are you offering up
your services or...
Asking me for a job?
It's the latter.
Well, then the job
is yours.
And, of course, we'll have
a welcome reception
to fete your renaissance.
Oh, this announcement
will bring tons of traffic
into the gallery.
I trust you'll call
and invite all your friends
to come and see the new...
Improved Victoria Grayson.
I will. (chuckles)
And thank you, Sheila.
I don't know how to repay
such a kindness.
(indistinct conversations)
(telephone ringing in distance)
(knocks)
(door creaks)
- Hey.
- Hey.
Sorry to interrupt
your meeting,
but I needed to see you.
Um, can we talk about
the accident for a second?
Oh, perfect timing then.
This is detective March.
He'll be handling
the investigation.
- Emily Thorne.
- Oh. - (detective) Hi.
- Hi. That's funny, because I was the first on the scene,
- and no one's taken my statement.
- I already gave it to him.
Yeah, they're pretty clear
about what happened.
Yeah, seems there was driver error on
Farher Paul's part.
He just took the curve
too fast.
Lost control.
And for his quick response...
(pen clatters)
The Graysons are proud to
support the local authorities.
Well, then I guess
that's settled.
- Yeah, it will be. I'll see you later, okay?
- Mm.
Yeah.
(indistinct conversations)
Um, Miss Thorne? Miss Thorne?
- Hey.
- Hi.
Did Mr. Grayson look
almost finished?
Because the magazine
launches next week,
and his publisher's bio is due
to the printer in minutes.
The profile introducing Daniel
to the readers of "Voulez"?
Exactly. And Ms. Lemarchal
will have me fired
unless I get at least
one personal detail about him.
Well...
I'd be happy to give you
a statement.
(waves crashing)
(seagulls cry)
(sighs and clears throat)
Nolan.
Patrick. (chuckles)
You know, for a guy
with an amazing pool,
you sure do spend a lot
of time at this beach club.
I'm just... trying to justify
the king's ransom
- I spend in membership dues.
- Ah.
So... What brings you
to our pristine shores?
Um...
The inevitability
of the tide.
What comes in
must go out, right?
Thinking maybe it's time
for me to move on.
Leaving the Hamptons
so soon?
You ever feel like
you don't belong?
Story of my life.
(waves crashing)
Enjoy the beach.
I'm gonna go for a swim.
(sighs)
(indistinct conversations, laughter)
Charlotte, dear...
Uh, could you... please
call me back?
All I'm asking for
is a minute of your time...
(line beeps)
(beep)
What is it, detective?
Oh, I had it moved off site.
Daniel didn't tell you?
Piedmont salvage yard.
Yeah, have it
taken care of quickly.
And, uh, don't call again.
(cell phone beeps)
Welcome home.
What the hell
are you doing here?
I just moved
into your pool house.
Oh, well, I just got off
the phone with the police.
- I'm happy to call them back.
- Why?
So you can have me arrested
on another trumped up charge?
Or are you scared?
Of being killed in my sleep by a
coward like you? Damn straight.
Bianca, could you please inform
the staff that Mr. Mathis here
is to be denied access
to the manor?
And, uh, have the doors
to my suite and study
locked at all times during
his inevitably short stay.
Yes, Mr. Grayson.
So why don't you
go back to your cabana?
And then prepare to keep going
back over the ocean.
Well, if you still
ran this house,
I... might actually
be scared.
(dialing cell phone)
(lowered voice) Conrad's car
is at Piedmont Salvage Yard,
and you should know that
Daniel's in
the thick of it, too.
I know. I just caught him
giving my statement
To the officer
handling the case.
I don't know why
I'm surprised, but I am.
That's because no one
can be trusted.
Emily, look, I'm...
I'm sorry. I know this is
the closest you've come
to clearing your father's name.
I'm not giving up.
Well, at least...
at least take a minute.
Okay, I... I know you
well enough to know
that you're not okay.
Just...
Talk to me.
I'm fine.
I gotta go.
(cell phone beeps)
(Speedmarket Avenue)
♪ waiting and awaiting
♪ I told you I wouldn't go
- Hey.
Look, I just wanted you
to know that
I don't think
Conrad's gonna confess.
I'm sorry if I got
your hopes up.
Is this another one
of your plans gone sideways?
No, Jack. This is Conrad
getting away with murder.
You know what?
I shouldn't have come.
Hang on. Let me help you.
No. No way.
(lowered voice) Emily...
This man has killed my wife.
He's killed my brother.
All I ever wanted is to find
a way to make him pay
for something.
Look, Jack, I need you
to stay out of this.
♪ a better place to hide
♪ trust me,
I'd never leave your side ♪
♪ couldn't find a better place
to hide ♪
(dials cell phone)
Hey, it's Jack.
I need some info.
(door opens)
"And Daniel Grayson has always
risen above adversity
to embrace new challenges.
Following
a drunk driving accident,
which nearly killed
his passenger,
he saw it as
a wake-up call,
joining then rising
through the ranks
of his father's company,
eventually running it."
Now this has gone to print,
and will be in every copy
of the first issue.
They wanted details
making you
more relatable
to the readers.
So you told them about
my D.U.I.?
What the hell were you thinking?!
I think it shows
how far you've come.
Oh, no, no, no. You're
a smart woman, Emily Thorne.
This was passive-aggressive.
Hell, this was aggressive.
You were...
- You were trying to hurt me.
- That's ridiculous.
Is it because I've been
too busy with work?
Is that why? Come on.
Give me a reason. I want the truth.
How dare you
demand the truth.
You're right, Daniel.
I'm not an idiot.
I know exactly what
was happening this morning.
Oh, and this was
in retaliation?
Did you stop for a second
to think about
why I helped my father?
Does it matter?
It's disgusting.
(chuckles)
I thought you were better than Conrad,
- but you're just as wrapped up in his lies.
- Yeah, right,
'cause you're such an open book.
Where are you going?
I'm not doing this.
You walk out that door and I'm not
gonna be here when you get back.
Then don't forget
to turn on the alarm.
(footsteps depart, door slams)
Yes,
at the Sheila Lurie gallery.
Oh, Jordan, thank you
for your support.
I'll see you then. Bye, now.
(cell phone beeps)
Still making phone calls,
I see.
(chuckles) Well,
the more clients I secure,
the faster I'll be fiscally
independent from this marriage.
And I want that gallery
swarming.
Although I'm loathe to endure
the stares of friends
who relish my predicament.
Well, let 'em stare.
Then when you're back on top,
they'll kiss your ass.
Why don't you take
a walk with me on the beach?
It's where I go
to clear the cobwebs.
Oh, I would love to,
but I have invites to extend,
and I need to reach out
to Daniel and Charlotte.
I really need their support.
(sighs) Patrick.
(clatters)
How to dig up your skeletons.
(card clatters)
No.
Nolan. (chuckles)
No technology.
It'll only get you
into trouble.
Oh. Just... Once... (mutters)
Then I can stop.
(chuckles)
I can stop anytime.
And if I can't stop,
then I can write a program...
That will make me stop.
(clacks)
(key clicks, laptop beeps)
(sighs) Oh...
(computer powers up)
Sweet chord of connectivity.
(typing)
Come to papa.
- It's beautiful.
- It is.
And it's also
Victoria Grayson's.
So might I ask how
it came to be in your hands?
Oh, um... I'm her son.
Ah.
(sets down glass)
I had heard through
the grapevine
that Victoria's first born
had... resurfaced.
And now he stands here
intending...
If I catch your drift...
To fence one
of her more valuable pieces?
I'm leaving the Hamptons and
I could use a little traveling money.
What can I tell you?
- I'm a bastard in more ways than one.
- (chuckles)
As much as I love it,
I simply can't risk
purchasing a piece
of this caliber
without
the proper paperwork.
It's illegal.
Hey, how's the sultan enjoying
his Pollock, by the way?
I heard about your hobby
of, uh...
Somehow acquiring certain
rare and valuable pieces
and then privately
reselling them
to high-end
international buyers.
Unless, of course,
the grapevine was wrong.
You said it yourself.
This is a valuable piece.
(sets down glass)
How should we handle this?
(chuckles)
(vehicle's reverse alert, beeping)
(Jack) you know,
the more I know you,
- the less I know you.
- (whispers) Jack, what are you doing here?
- You can't be here!
- And you can?
I'm not just gonna
sit around
- and let Conrad get away with murder.
- Let me deal with him.
We can fight,
or we can get to work.
But I'm not going anywhere.
(beeping continues)
I think I found something.
I just took a video
of the entire car.
Look at the steering wheel.
That's housing for an air bag
that Conrad had installed.
Though it must have deployed
when the car hit the pole.
That's why Conrad
has burns on his face
and Father Paul doesn't.
This could really prove
that Conrad was driving,
Which means that he had
the air bag
removed and destroyed
before they towed the car.
(beeping continues, vehicle approaching)
(clanking and clattering)
(beeping continues)
(clanking and clattering continues)
(both breathing heavily)
Jack, look,
just give me your phone.
I'll download the video
and take care of it.
- No.
- Jack...
I've been waiting for my moment to make
this bastard pay, and it's finally here.
(whispers) You can't do this,
there could be consequences.
You didn't think about that when
you lied to me for two years.
(huffs)
So either I get to tell
this truth...
Or the other one.
Your call.
(seagulls crying, waves lapping)
Hey.
So... What's the 4-1-1,
hon?
(sighs) I found proof.
Conrad should be arrested
sometime today.
Wait, wait, wait.
So isn't that good news?
No. Because Jack came
to the salvage yard last night
and demanded
he do the honors.
I thought you promised never
to pull him into this.
I didn't.
He wouldn't listen.
(sighs)
Well, I'm not waiting around
for the fallout.
Where are you headed to?
Oh, just a... Quick sojourn
to the sunshine State.
What are you all
dolled up for?
A reception
at the Sheila Lurie gallery.
It seems Victoria's
gotten herself a job.
So what, you're going
to, uh,
support
the working classless?
I did something rash.
Daniel didn't come home
last night.
I figure a public forum
is the easiest place
to make amends.
Are you sure you want
to be around Victoria
after what just happened
at my party?
It'll be fun to watch her
try not to lose it.
(indistinct conversations)
Lucinda, you know Victoria.
Yes, we've served on several boards together over the years.
Yes. Well, I assume you'll have
no time for that
now that you're working. How unexpected.
It's a coup for me.
Victoria knows her stuff.
She was my biggest customer till just a few months ago.
- Mm.
Browse, Lucinda. (chuckles)
Excuse me, ladies.
♪
When you said you'd taken a job,
I had to see it to believe it.
(chuckles) Well, I'm asserting
a little independence
from your father.
And I can see it had
its desired effect,
as I hope you've come
to support me.
Yeah, mom, I have.
I'm actually proud of you.
Oh, sweetie.
(kisses)
It's a beautiful gallery, Victoria.
What are you doing here?
Well, I wanted to show
my support.
- I feel terrible after what happened at Nolan's party.
- Well...
I'll never forget
what you did to my reputation,
nor forgive.
Maybe in time.
After all, I will be
a Grayson in a few weeks.
Well, if you're looking
for Daniel, he's not here.
Maybe he's still
at the family suite
at the South Fork Inn.
Must be trouble
in paradise. (chuckles)
Nothing we can't work out.
Well, thank you
for coming, Emily.
Feel free to leave
anytime.
Well, since I'm here, I thought
I'd have a look around.
I'd love to give you
your first commission.
♪
So... That's what's been
up with you.
- You're having problems with my brother.
- We'll be fine.
Excuse me.
(indistinct conversations continue)
(cell phone beeps)
(clicking)
(beep)
(Daniel) Yeah, all right.
Okay, well, thank you.
Thank you, thank you.
(cell phone beeps)
- Detective March says you're in the clear.
- Oh?
The car
has been demolished.
Father Paul's body has been
claimed by the monastery,
- and the case is officially closed.
- Well, let's toast to that.
I gotta head over
to mom's reception.
I don't want to miss Emily.
We had a pretty bad fight
last night.
- Over what?
- Believe it or not,
she gave "Voulez" my D.U.I. story for my bio.
(glass clatters)
- (laughs) You do realize that's a power play, son.
- What do you mean with that?
Well, I presume you don't
consider my marriage
a paragon of excellence,
but the thing that's kept
the fire lit all these years
is that we know how to fight,
but not surrender.
Now you go to Emily now,
and you are
admitting defeat.
- I see your point.
- Good, because
(clears troath) I want be around
to dole out
these nuggets forever.
Then tell me the truth.
What really caused
the crash?
Oh, I took the turn
too fast.
I might have hit the clutch
instead of the brake
and made poor Father Paul
the first victim
of my Huntington's.
But you had the good sense
to help me cover it up.
I didn't do it for you.
I can't have the family
dragged through the mud
one week before
my magazine launch.
I'm finally making
a name for myself,
building it with hard work,
not legacy.
I have something
to lose now.
(pats leg)
(cell phone rings, glass clatters)
(ring)
(beep)
This is Conrad.
(birds chirping)
(indistinct conversations)
(groans)
The humidity here is awful.
(chuckles)
You must be from L.A.
(chuckles) New York.
Damn it.
I'm usually right.
You know what I love
about the South?
People are so friendly.
It's a product
of bible belt fear.
(both laughs)
But trust me,
there are some...
Less than desirable folks
around here.
Like your, uh... ex-husband?
Patrick Osbourne, right?
Who the hell are you?
I... I... if he sent you here...
No, he... He didn't.
I'm just... Looking into him
for a friend.
Patrick is a user
and a liar.
And that's all
I have to say.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
wait, wait, wait.
I need details.
Would, uh...
$20,000 change your mind?
I apologize in advance.
(shuffles bills)
All hundreds.
What do you want to know?
This would be beautiful
in your home.
And an acquisition
at this price point
would be a major asset
to your portfolio.
Victoria, there you are.
While I applaud
your go-getter attitude,
one of the track lights
has been up for ten minutes.
I'll finish up with this sale.
Sheila, can we have
a word for a moment?
♪
Excuse us.
Yes. Thank you.
I was going to do this later but
I received a curious phone call this morning
from a friend of mine...
Jordan Sawyer.
Does that name ring a bell?
Why?
Well, you brokered
the deal for him
to add a Randolph
to his collection...
One he knew I possessed.
Well, I can undo
that deal.
But we still have
a problem.
(chuckles) You sold
a piece of art that I own.
Now you are seasoned enough
to know that
buying and selling art without
the proper ownership paperwork
Is larceny.
You should know that
your son Patrick
brought it to me.
So if I go down,
then so does he.
And your family does not
need another scandal.
Oh, well, everyone knows
about our financial situation.
(chuckles) So I have nothing
more to lose,
but you have
everything to lose.
What do you want, Victoria?
You always have
an end game.
But I didn't have
an end game before this.
And not even when
I came to an old friend
to ask for a little grace,
a little mercy.
And I helped you.
I hired you.
No.
You took pleasure
in my family's hardships.
And you tried to humiliate me
with that little reception.
So when I found out
that you sold my art
behind my back, that's when
I developed an end game,
as you call it.
You disappoint me.
I'm calling the police.
Please. Please, please, please, no, I...
(receiver clatters)
Okay... While this started
as my welcoming party,
it's now your farewell
to the Hamptons.
So go out there
and tell everyone
that this is
my gallery now...
Right after you
change this bulb.
(switch clicks)
(engine turns off)
(lock turns)
(car door closes)
(keys jingle)
Jordan got the Randolph back to me in mint condition.
And our plan worked perfectly.
- The gallery is mine.
- See? I knew you still had a little harper in you.
You took a huge risk
just to make me happy.
Neither Daniel nor Charlotte
have ever made me feel
so special.
(gospel claws)
♪ I move around
♪ and I do what I want
♪ I move around,
and I do what I want ♪
Sorry I haven't returned
your messages.
I just got back.
From handing over
the evidence?
I've been burned
too many times
by accepting what's
in front of me as true.
So before I turn this in,
I wanted to run it by Vince.
He's a mechanic.
We were right
about the air bag.
But there's something else.
This is
the brake fluid reservoir
in the trunk
of Conrad's car.
And that is a puncture
that Vince says
could not have been made
by the impact.
Someone tampered
with the brakes.
That's what caused
the accident.
It doesn't matter
who was driving.
I thought I had him.
I thought I had him.
(cell phone chimes)
(beep)
I have to go.
Conrad has news.
Oh. Keep me in the loop.
If I'm in danger again,
I'd like to know.
(door closes)
What are you doing here?
This is reckless.
Someone tampered
with Conrad's brakes.
That's what caused the crash
and killed Father Paul.
Aiden, I need to know
it wasn't you.
After everything I've done,
you still don't trust me?
You've gone rogue before.
Just tell me.
I didn't do it.
I came back here to help you
finish this your way.
(sighs)
Okay.
So how did you know
that Conrad's brakes
were tampered with?
There's proof.
But I don't have it.
Jack does.
Wh... Porter. You... you...
you went to him, but how?
(inhales deeply)
Does Jack know
who you really are?
How long?
Since the night
of the election.
He was going to kill Conrad.
I had to protect him.
I'll explain later.
I'm sorry.
(footsteps retreat)
(Victoria) Well,
I think Mark's father
had a huge influence
on him.
Really? Oh.
- What's the news?
- I don't know.
My father insisted
we all be here, so...
Hmm. Unseasonably chilly
tonight, isn't it, Emily?
(unscrews bottle lid)
(pills rattle)
(clattering)
(crunching)
While I adore
performance art,
why don't you just
get on with it?
I received a call
from the hospital today,
Asking me to come back
for an M.R.I.,
Which confirmed...
A shocking discovery.
I've been misdiagnosed.
And I do not,
nor have I ever
- suffered from Huntington's disease.
- What? (scoffs)
How did they explain
the symptoms?
Seems they were
brought on by stress
and the Huntington's
medication itself.
I realize now what Father Paul
meant when he said
that he'd been brought back into my life
through divine intervention
I mean, he was god's vessel
to show me that I'm meant
to live a long and meaningful
existence here on earth.
And Father Paul is now
doubtless in heaven,
- having earned his wings.
- Well, maybe he's laughing at you
Because you had to step down
as governor for naught.
I know I certainly am.
Well, being governor
merely distracted me
from my true destiny...
Leading this family.
And so the first step
is reclaiming
my rightful position
as master of this house.
(Conrad sips)
You must be happy.
Your father's misdiagnosis
means you're in the clear, too.
(sighs) We're gonna have
one of those in a few weeks.
You sure you want it?
You questioned
the type of man I am
in print... and to my face.
Sorry I questioned you.
If I had a family, I'd do
anything to protect them.
Daniel, I want nothing more
than to marry you.
Why?
I don't think you ever
told me why.
Because I love you.
Now come on.
Let's go home.
I'm gonna stay at
the South Fork again, okay?
- Daniel.
- See you tomorrow.
(Patrick) Where'd you say
you found my wallet again?
Well, I went back
to the beach club
after I saw you there
in hopes that
I'd bump into you again.
No bump, but, uh,
your wallet was there.
(chuckles) Lucky you,
that I found it.
Why were you
looking for me?
Maybe...
Because you intrigue me.
Victoria's mysterious son.
What on earth is he up to
in the Hamptons?
And... Why is he always
in such a rush to leave?
What did you find out?
Something that
made me happy you stayed.
(sighs)
That was a bit
presumptuous.
(chuckles nervously)
Um...
Look, I'm, uh...
I... I'm sorry.
I just thought, you know,
you showed up at my party,
and we saw each other
at the beach club,
that maybe we, uh...
(inhales sharply)
(clicks teeth)
We did.
(sighs) Have mercy.
How about just
a glass of wine?
Yeah... That, too.
(chuckles)
(Lost Lander)
♪ cold feet and a tie
♪ rise to the occasion
♪ a million tiny flashlights
♪ I gotta turn it off
So?
Well, you're not
in any danger.
Conrad realized
that he's not sick,
and now he thinks
he beat God.
(sighs) I guess
there's no beating him.
♪ for a while, I'll keep...
Emily? What are you
doing here?
I wanted to make sure
you got the news
about your father.
He mentioned that
you haven't called him back.
Yeah, Daniel already told me.
He didn't let you know?
Uh, he's still staying
at the South Fork, so...
I finished with
your wedding invitations.
Though you'll probably want
to save postage on one.
(thud)
♪ too much information
♪ I've gotta turn it off
♪ go sleep for a while
Here you go, Jack.
(lowered voice) So much for
your break from Emily Thorne.
(normal voice) Good night.
Night.
(pen clatters)
(scoffs)
I can't believe you're still
going through with this.
Jack.
What are you...
You're planning on taking them
down at your wedding.
I don't want you
to be there.
I deserve to be there.
I want to be there when
they get what's coming to them.
No, you don't.
Go back to your life, Jack...
To Carl.
You don't belong in this.
(sighs)
(footsteps depart)
You know, I don't believe
I've properly
congratulated you
on your new amusement.
Well, it's more
than you're doing,
and it's my ticket
to freedom from you.
So get out.
I've got a lot of work to do.
(chuckles)
There's that spunk
I fell in love with.
And I will leave
just as soon as you
describe to me
Mr. Mathis' exit plan.
So you have until breakfast
to remove him,
or...
I'll do it my way.
Now that would be unwise.
Aiden may be
the only hope we have
of stopping Daniel
from marrying Emily.
It seems that she has some
inexplicable weakness for him.
God, are you still chewing
that same bone, woman?
Use that tenacity to get him
out of my pool house.
You may want
to rethink that idea.
I looked
into your accident.
And why was it your concern?
Because I don't like you.
And I thought maybe
you'd intentionally harmed
that priest,
but I discovered something
far more surprising.
Somebody tried to kill you
by tampering with your brakes.
And I have good reason
to believe
it's someone you know well.
And I imagine
I'm looking straight at him.
No, Conrad.
Jack Porter wants you dead.
was an innocent man,
destroyed by powerful people.
The Graysons are behind this,
and they're gonna pay.
I've dedicated my life
to avenging his death.
And I won't stop until
they've all paid the price.
Maybe your new financial advisor
can help you.
Surely, Aiden,
you of all people should know
the Graysons
are completely bankrupt.
Together we're going
to destroy that little bitch.
- Victoria took the bait.
- Thank you for coming back.
Well, I knew that
if you reached out to me,
I must be the only one
you could turn to.
My mother warned me
not to trust you.
Yet here you are.
Well, I like to draw
my own conclusions.
She knew what Conrad did
to her father.
I want you to persuade him
to confess.
I'm turning myself in
to the authorities.
If you get in that car, I swear
it'll be the last thing you do!
(crackling)
Father Paul!
Emily.
(siren wailing)
(wheels clacking)
(man) Conrad Grayson
involved in M.V.A.,
blood pressure 170/100,
pulse 120,
possible head trauma.
C.T. scan recommended.
Paul Whitley B.P.
40 over palp,
Possible spinal injury,
significant blood lost
at scene.
Please hold on.
You need to wait here.
(woman speaking indistinctly
over p.a.)
(breathing heavily)
(footsteps approach)
Victoria, you're crying.
"Adam and Eve
banished from eden."
It's my first Randolph.
(chuckles) It's prophetic,
as Conrad was
the serpent all along,
Dragging me to hell
with him.
Now he's going to do
something
to destroy me
and this entire family.
Losing our fortune
proved insufficient.
Now he's going to die
and leave me
with the shame of his sins.
God... Have mercy on my soul.
You act like you're...
you're bound to Conrad
with no way out.
You are Vicky Harper...
The woman who made
an enviable life from nothing.
That's who I was once.
That's who you are now.
And I know that...
(inhales deeply)
Because you and I
are the same.
Now you have
everything you need
to change your life
right here in this room.
Sell this collection.
And we'll leave
the Hamptons.
Oh...
I have tried to leave him
so many times.
But I can't abandon
Charlotte and Daniel
to deal with Conrad's mess.
My children need me
now more than ever.
(footsteps approach)
(Bianca) Mrs. Grayson?
There's been an accident.
(cell phone rings)
(ring, beep)
♪
Hey, you get a chance to look over
my remodel ideas, J.P.?
(huffs)
Success is all about branding.
Well, branding can keep
calling me "Jack."
But I did check 'em out,
and I'm down for a few changes.
♪
What's all this?
Invitations to
the wedding of the century.
Maid of honor
reporting for duty.
I thought you were
into it.
Emily and I have hit
a few bumps lately.
I'm trying the bygones thing
because she's marrying
my brother in eight weeks.
But sometimes, I swear,
I don't know the real Emily.
Mm.
So are you thinking of asking
Margaux to the wedding?
(glasses thud)
I'm not going
to the wedding.
Not going?
(sighs)
I need a little break
from Emily Thorne.
(defibrillator whines, paddles thunk)
(man) We're losing him.
Charge again. Clear!
(defibrillator whines)
(monitor emitting tone)
(woman) He's still in v-tach. Nothing.
Damn it.
Time of death 23:36.
(continuous tone continues)
(woman speaking indistinctly over p.a.)
(indistinct conversations)
(gasps)
Emily.
(sniffles)
Any news? I...
I haven't heard much
of anything out here.
Um...
(indistinct conversations)
(telephone ringing)
(sighs) Father Paul's gone.
He went into
cardiac arrest...
And they couldn't
save him.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Yeah, he was a good man.
He was taken too soon.
You know, Victoria didn't
say much about him
on the drive over here...
Or about Conrad,
for what it's worth.
- Have you seen him?
- No.
Daniel made it clear
I wasn't needed in the room.
He... said it was
family only.
- Ah.
- I know when I'm not welcome.
The Graysons tend to close ranks
in moments like these.
Just tell my mother
I'll be at the manor
if she needs me.
Just please,
try Charlotte again.
She must not have got my messages, as
I'm sure she'd be here.
Still, I'd rather she not
learn about my accident on... Twitter!
Oh, and yet you were
so eager to air your confession
for all the world to hear
on the evening news.
It seems that
your father's dying wish
is to put a final nail
in the family coffin
by publicly admitting
to framing David Clarke.
That's where he was headed.
Why on earth would
you confess?
Because my time with Paul inspired
a spiritual conversion. Though this
near death experience may have put
an end to that rationally conceived notion.
You'd better hope he survives because
the doctors ordered you not to drive with Huntington's.
Father Paul's dead.
I knew
it was a bad choice.
He's very persuasive.
Look, I bought that Ferrari
new in '86.
It was a gift to myself
for cracking the Forbes 100.
Anyway, Paul and I
test drove it together,
and he really showed me
what that car could do.
Are you rehearsing the sob story
you're planning on telling
at your manslaughter trial?
No, my dear, I merely
want you to understand
how Father Paul came to be
behind the wheel
at the time
of the accident.
What?
He wanted to relive
a memory.
It breaks my heart
that I let him.
I will not be complicit
in your ridiculously
obvious lie.
And good luck
getting the authorities
to swallow this tripe.
Em... Em, you...
you were first on the scene.
What did you see?
The car was on fire.
Father Paul's body was thrown
about 15 feet in front of it.
And where was I?
You came up from behind me.
I was nowhere near the driver's
side of the vehicle, correct?
Yes.
Nowhere near.
You are my guardian angel, Emily.
Lord knows where I'd be
without you.
Revenge S03E48
"Mercy"
- (Nolan) Well, the man's a survivor.
- That's because Conrad caused the accident
I don't think he ever intended to confess,
and he made damn sure that Father Paul didn't either.
Yeah, I don't know, Ems.
I mean,
murder by auto accident?
Conrad is pretty psychotic,
- but why would he risk his own life?
- He's not afraid to die
that's a side effect
of convincing somebody
that they've got
a terminal disease.
Can we just talk about
the elephant in the mansion?
That maybe the crash
was due to another
fake Huntington's
Em-isode?
I lowered his dosage
yesterday
so he'd be healthy enough
to turn himself in.
- God, if Conrad would have been too ill to drive...
- Hey... hey.
I need to find the car,
prove that Conrad was driving.
Can you get me
into the police database?
(scoffs) Um, with, uh,
my library card?
Ems, tech time-out,
remember?
Plus I, uh, have my own Grayson
revenge-agenda this week.
Aiden, since you're living
at the manor,
keep your ears peeled
around Conrad.
And in the meantime...
Replace his medication with these.
(pills rattle)
Maybe there's a chance
he'll still confess
if he thinks
he's at death's door.
(woman) Thank goodness
Conrad survived.
(Victoria) With nary
a lasting injury.
In fact, he's being released
from the hospital this morning.
How much more
can the poor man endure?
Trust me, Sheila, that man
will always rise above.
(chuckles) Oh, look
at what you've accomplished.
Turning this into
the Hamptons' premiere gallery.
Having Victoria Grayson
as a loyal customer
helped cement
this gallery's reputation.
I'm honored to have helped you
build your collection.
And I trust we've built
- a friendship over the years as well.
- Of course we have.
Well, I can only hope
that you'll help in turn.
I used to be an art consultant
many years ago.
And now that
I'm an empty nester
with a husband
incapable of working,
I was looking to reignite
my passion. (chuckles)
Darling, I heard all about
your money troubles.
So are you offering up
your services or...
Asking me for a job?
It's the latter.
Well, then the job
is yours.
And, of course, we'll have
a welcome reception
to fete your renaissance.
Oh, this announcement
will bring tons of traffic
into the gallery.
I trust you'll call
and invite all your friends
to come and see the new...
Improved Victoria Grayson.
I will. (chuckles)
And thank you, Sheila.
I don't know how to repay
such a kindness.
(indistinct conversations)
(telephone ringing in distance)
(knocks)
(door creaks)
- Hey.
- Hey.
Sorry to interrupt
your meeting,
but I needed to see you.
Um, can we talk about
the accident for a second?
Oh, perfect timing then.
This is detective March.
He'll be handling
the investigation.
- Emily Thorne.
- Oh. - (detective) Hi.
- Hi. That's funny, because I was the first on the scene,
- and no one's taken my statement.
- I already gave it to him.
Yeah, they're pretty clear
about what happened.
Yeah, seems there was driver error on
Farher Paul's part.
He just took the curve
too fast.
Lost control.
And for his quick response...
(pen clatters)
The Graysons are proud to
support the local authorities.
Well, then I guess
that's settled.
- Yeah, it will be. I'll see you later, okay?
- Mm.
Yeah.
(indistinct conversations)
Um, Miss Thorne? Miss Thorne?
- Hey.
- Hi.
Did Mr. Grayson look
almost finished?
Because the magazine
launches next week,
and his publisher's bio is due
to the printer in minutes.
The profile introducing Daniel
to the readers of "Voulez"?
Exactly. And Ms. Lemarchal
will have me fired
unless I get at least
one personal detail about him.
Well...
I'd be happy to give you
a statement.
(waves crashing)
(seagulls cry)
(sighs and clears throat)
Nolan.
Patrick. (chuckles)
You know, for a guy
with an amazing pool,
you sure do spend a lot
of time at this beach club.
I'm just... trying to justify
the king's ransom
- I spend in membership dues.
- Ah.
So... What brings you
to our pristine shores?
Um...
The inevitability
of the tide.
What comes in
must go out, right?
Thinking maybe it's time
for me to move on.
Leaving the Hamptons
so soon?
You ever feel like
you don't belong?
Story of my life.
(waves crashing)
Enjoy the beach.
I'm gonna go for a swim.
(sighs)
(indistinct conversations, laughter)
Charlotte, dear...
Uh, could you... please
call me back?
All I'm asking for
is a minute of your time...
(line beeps)
(beep)
What is it, detective?
Oh, I had it moved off site.
Daniel didn't tell you?
Piedmont salvage yard.
Yeah, have it
taken care of quickly.
And, uh, don't call again.
(cell phone beeps)
Welcome home.
What the hell
are you doing here?
I just moved
into your pool house.
Oh, well, I just got off
the phone with the police.
- I'm happy to call them back.
- Why?
So you can have me arrested
on another trumped up charge?
Or are you scared?
Of being killed in my sleep by a
coward like you? Damn straight.
Bianca, could you please inform
the staff that Mr. Mathis here
is to be denied access
to the manor?
And, uh, have the doors
to my suite and study
locked at all times during
his inevitably short stay.
Yes, Mr. Grayson.
So why don't you
go back to your cabana?
And then prepare to keep going
back over the ocean.
Well, if you still
ran this house,
I... might actually
be scared.
(dialing cell phone)
(lowered voice) Conrad's car
is at Piedmont Salvage Yard,
and you should know that
Daniel's in
the thick of it, too.
I know. I just caught him
giving my statement
To the officer
handling the case.
I don't know why
I'm surprised, but I am.
That's because no one
can be trusted.
Emily, look, I'm...
I'm sorry. I know this is
the closest you've come
to clearing your father's name.
I'm not giving up.
Well, at least...
at least take a minute.
Okay, I... I know you
well enough to know
that you're not okay.
Just...
Talk to me.
I'm fine.
I gotta go.
(cell phone beeps)
(Speedmarket Avenue)
♪ waiting and awaiting
♪ I told you I wouldn't go
- Hey.
Look, I just wanted you
to know that
I don't think
Conrad's gonna confess.
I'm sorry if I got
your hopes up.
Is this another one
of your plans gone sideways?
No, Jack. This is Conrad
getting away with murder.
You know what?
I shouldn't have come.
Hang on. Let me help you.
No. No way.
(lowered voice) Emily...
This man has killed my wife.
He's killed my brother.
All I ever wanted is to find
a way to make him pay
for something.
Look, Jack, I need you
to stay out of this.
♪ a better place to hide
♪ trust me,
I'd never leave your side ♪
♪ couldn't find a better place
to hide ♪
(dials cell phone)
Hey, it's Jack.
I need some info.
(door opens)
"And Daniel Grayson has always
risen above adversity
to embrace new challenges.
Following
a drunk driving accident,
which nearly killed
his passenger,
he saw it as
a wake-up call,
joining then rising
through the ranks
of his father's company,
eventually running it."
Now this has gone to print,
and will be in every copy
of the first issue.
They wanted details
making you
more relatable
to the readers.
So you told them about
my D.U.I.?
What the hell were you thinking?!
I think it shows
how far you've come.
Oh, no, no, no. You're
a smart woman, Emily Thorne.
This was passive-aggressive.
Hell, this was aggressive.
You were...
- You were trying to hurt me.
- That's ridiculous.
Is it because I've been
too busy with work?
Is that why? Come on.
Give me a reason. I want the truth.
How dare you
demand the truth.
You're right, Daniel.
I'm not an idiot.
I know exactly what
was happening this morning.
Oh, and this was
in retaliation?
Did you stop for a second
to think about
why I helped my father?
Does it matter?
It's disgusting.
(chuckles)
I thought you were better than Conrad,
- but you're just as wrapped up in his lies.
- Yeah, right,
'cause you're such an open book.
Where are you going?
I'm not doing this.
You walk out that door and I'm not
gonna be here when you get back.
Then don't forget
to turn on the alarm.
(footsteps depart, door slams)
Yes,
at the Sheila Lurie gallery.
Oh, Jordan, thank you
for your support.
I'll see you then. Bye, now.
(cell phone beeps)
Still making phone calls,
I see.
(chuckles) Well,
the more clients I secure,
the faster I'll be fiscally
independent from this marriage.
And I want that gallery
swarming.
Although I'm loathe to endure
the stares of friends
who relish my predicament.
Well, let 'em stare.
Then when you're back on top,
they'll kiss your ass.
Why don't you take
a walk with me on the beach?
It's where I go
to clear the cobwebs.
Oh, I would love to,
but I have invites to extend,
and I need to reach out
to Daniel and Charlotte.
I really need their support.
(sighs) Patrick.
(clatters)
How to dig up your skeletons.
(card clatters)
No.
Nolan. (chuckles)
No technology.
It'll only get you
into trouble.
Oh. Just... Once... (mutters)
Then I can stop.
(chuckles)
I can stop anytime.
And if I can't stop,
then I can write a program...
That will make me stop.
(clacks)
(key clicks, laptop beeps)
(sighs) Oh...
(computer powers up)
Sweet chord of connectivity.
(typing)
Come to papa.
- It's beautiful.
- It is.
And it's also
Victoria Grayson's.
So might I ask how
it came to be in your hands?
Oh, um... I'm her son.
Ah.
(sets down glass)
I had heard through
the grapevine
that Victoria's first born
had... resurfaced.
And now he stands here
intending...
If I catch your drift...
To fence one
of her more valuable pieces?
I'm leaving the Hamptons and
I could use a little traveling money.
What can I tell you?
- I'm a bastard in more ways than one.
- (chuckles)
As much as I love it,
I simply can't risk
purchasing a piece
of this caliber
without
the proper paperwork.
It's illegal.
Hey, how's the sultan enjoying
his Pollock, by the way?
I heard about your hobby
of, uh...
Somehow acquiring certain
rare and valuable pieces
and then privately
reselling them
to high-end
international buyers.
Unless, of course,
the grapevine was wrong.
You said it yourself.
This is a valuable piece.
(sets down glass)
How should we handle this?
(chuckles)
(vehicle's reverse alert, beeping)
(Jack) you know,
the more I know you,
- the less I know you.
- (whispers) Jack, what are you doing here?
- You can't be here!
- And you can?
I'm not just gonna
sit around
- and let Conrad get away with murder.
- Let me deal with him.
We can fight,
or we can get to work.
But I'm not going anywhere.
(beeping continues)
I think I found something.
I just took a video
of the entire car.
Look at the steering wheel.
That's housing for an air bag
that Conrad had installed.
Though it must have deployed
when the car hit the pole.
That's why Conrad
has burns on his face
and Father Paul doesn't.
This could really prove
that Conrad was driving,
Which means that he had
the air bag
removed and destroyed
before they towed the car.
(beeping continues, vehicle approaching)
(clanking and clattering)
(beeping continues)
(clanking and clattering continues)
(both breathing heavily)
Jack, look,
just give me your phone.
I'll download the video
and take care of it.
- No.
- Jack...
I've been waiting for my moment to make
this bastard pay, and it's finally here.
(whispers) You can't do this,
there could be consequences.
You didn't think about that when
you lied to me for two years.
(huffs)
So either I get to tell
this truth...
Or the other one.
Your call.
(seagulls crying, waves lapping)
Hey.
So... What's the 4-1-1,
hon?
(sighs) I found proof.
Conrad should be arrested
sometime today.
Wait, wait, wait.
So isn't that good news?
No. Because Jack came
to the salvage yard last night
and demanded
he do the honors.
I thought you promised never
to pull him into this.
I didn't.
He wouldn't listen.
(sighs)
Well, I'm not waiting around
for the fallout.
Where are you headed to?
Oh, just a... Quick sojourn
to the sunshine State.
What are you all
dolled up for?
A reception
at the Sheila Lurie gallery.
It seems Victoria's
gotten herself a job.
So what, you're going
to, uh,
support
the working classless?
I did something rash.
Daniel didn't come home
last night.
I figure a public forum
is the easiest place
to make amends.
Are you sure you want
to be around Victoria
after what just happened
at my party?
It'll be fun to watch her
try not to lose it.
(indistinct conversations)
Lucinda, you know Victoria.
Yes, we've served on several boards together over the years.
Yes. Well, I assume you'll have
no time for that
now that you're working. How unexpected.
It's a coup for me.
Victoria knows her stuff.
She was my biggest customer till just a few months ago.
- Mm.
Browse, Lucinda. (chuckles)
Excuse me, ladies.
♪
When you said you'd taken a job,
I had to see it to believe it.
(chuckles) Well, I'm asserting
a little independence
from your father.
And I can see it had
its desired effect,
as I hope you've come
to support me.
Yeah, mom, I have.
I'm actually proud of you.
Oh, sweetie.
(kisses)
It's a beautiful gallery, Victoria.
What are you doing here?
Well, I wanted to show
my support.
- I feel terrible after what happened at Nolan's party.
- Well...
I'll never forget
what you did to my reputation,
nor forgive.
Maybe in time.
After all, I will be
a Grayson in a few weeks.
Well, if you're looking
for Daniel, he's not here.
Maybe he's still
at the family suite
at the South Fork Inn.
Must be trouble
in paradise. (chuckles)
Nothing we can't work out.
Well, thank you
for coming, Emily.
Feel free to leave
anytime.
Well, since I'm here, I thought
I'd have a look around.
I'd love to give you
your first commission.
♪
So... That's what's been
up with you.
- You're having problems with my brother.
- We'll be fine.
Excuse me.
(indistinct conversations continue)
(cell phone beeps)
(clicking)
(beep)
(Daniel) Yeah, all right.
Okay, well, thank you.
Thank you, thank you.
(cell phone beeps)
- Detective March says you're in the clear.
- Oh?
The car
has been demolished.
Father Paul's body has been
claimed by the monastery,
- and the case is officially closed.
- Well, let's toast to that.
I gotta head over
to mom's reception.
I don't want to miss Emily.
We had a pretty bad fight
last night.
- Over what?
- Believe it or not,
she gave "Voulez" my D.U.I. story for my bio.
(glass clatters)
- (laughs) You do realize that's a power play, son.
- What do you mean with that?
Well, I presume you don't
consider my marriage
a paragon of excellence,
but the thing that's kept
the fire lit all these years
is that we know how to fight,
but not surrender.
Now you go to Emily now,
and you are
admitting defeat.
- I see your point.
- Good, because
(clears troath) I want be around
to dole out
these nuggets forever.
Then tell me the truth.
What really caused
the crash?
Oh, I took the turn
too fast.
I might have hit the clutch
instead of the brake
and made poor Father Paul
the first victim
of my Huntington's.
But you had the good sense
to help me cover it up.
I didn't do it for you.
I can't have the family
dragged through the mud
one week before
my magazine launch.
I'm finally making
a name for myself,
building it with hard work,
not legacy.
I have something
to lose now.
(pats leg)
(cell phone rings, glass clatters)
(ring)
(beep)
This is Conrad.
(birds chirping)
(indistinct conversations)
(groans)
The humidity here is awful.
(chuckles)
You must be from L.A.
(chuckles) New York.
Damn it.
I'm usually right.
You know what I love
about the South?
People are so friendly.
It's a product
of bible belt fear.
(both laughs)
But trust me,
there are some...
Less than desirable folks
around here.
Like your, uh... ex-husband?
Patrick Osbourne, right?
Who the hell are you?
I... I... if he sent you here...
No, he... He didn't.
I'm just... Looking into him
for a friend.
Patrick is a user
and a liar.
And that's all
I have to say.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
wait, wait, wait.
I need details.
Would, uh...
$20,000 change your mind?
I apologize in advance.
(shuffles bills)
All hundreds.
What do you want to know?
This would be beautiful
in your home.
And an acquisition
at this price point
would be a major asset
to your portfolio.
Victoria, there you are.
While I applaud
your go-getter attitude,
one of the track lights
has been up for ten minutes.
I'll finish up with this sale.
Sheila, can we have
a word for a moment?
♪
Excuse us.
Yes. Thank you.
I was going to do this later but
I received a curious phone call this morning
from a friend of mine...
Jordan Sawyer.
Does that name ring a bell?
Why?
Well, you brokered
the deal for him
to add a Randolph
to his collection...
One he knew I possessed.
Well, I can undo
that deal.
But we still have
a problem.
(chuckles) You sold
a piece of art that I own.
Now you are seasoned enough
to know that
buying and selling art without
the proper ownership paperwork
Is larceny.
You should know that
your son Patrick
brought it to me.
So if I go down,
then so does he.
And your family does not
need another scandal.
Oh, well, everyone knows
about our financial situation.
(chuckles) So I have nothing
more to lose,
but you have
everything to lose.
What do you want, Victoria?
You always have
an end game.
But I didn't have
an end game before this.
And not even when
I came to an old friend
to ask for a little grace,
a little mercy.
And I helped you.
I hired you.
No.
You took pleasure
in my family's hardships.
And you tried to humiliate me
with that little reception.
So when I found out
that you sold my art
behind my back, that's when
I developed an end game,
as you call it.
You disappoint me.
I'm calling the police.
Please. Please, please, please, no, I...
(receiver clatters)
Okay... While this started
as my welcoming party,
it's now your farewell
to the Hamptons.
So go out there
and tell everyone
that this is
my gallery now...
Right after you
change this bulb.
(switch clicks)
(engine turns off)
(lock turns)
(car door closes)
(keys jingle)
Jordan got the Randolph back to me in mint condition.
And our plan worked perfectly.
- The gallery is mine.
- See? I knew you still had a little harper in you.
You took a huge risk
just to make me happy.
Neither Daniel nor Charlotte
have ever made me feel
so special.
(gospel claws)
♪ I move around
♪ and I do what I want
♪ I move around,
and I do what I want ♪
Sorry I haven't returned
your messages.
I just got back.
From handing over
the evidence?
I've been burned
too many times
by accepting what's
in front of me as true.
So before I turn this in,
I wanted to run it by Vince.
He's a mechanic.
We were right
about the air bag.
But there's something else.
This is
the brake fluid reservoir
in the trunk
of Conrad's car.
And that is a puncture
that Vince says
could not have been made
by the impact.
Someone tampered
with the brakes.
That's what caused
the accident.
It doesn't matter
who was driving.
I thought I had him.
I thought I had him.
(cell phone chimes)
(beep)
I have to go.
Conrad has news.
Oh. Keep me in the loop.
If I'm in danger again,
I'd like to know.
(door closes)
What are you doing here?
This is reckless.
Someone tampered
with Conrad's brakes.
That's what caused the crash
and killed Father Paul.
Aiden, I need to know
it wasn't you.
After everything I've done,
you still don't trust me?
You've gone rogue before.
Just tell me.
I didn't do it.
I came back here to help you
finish this your way.
(sighs)
Okay.
So how did you know
that Conrad's brakes
were tampered with?
There's proof.
But I don't have it.
Jack does.
Wh... Porter. You... you...
you went to him, but how?
(inhales deeply)
Does Jack know
who you really are?
How long?
Since the night
of the election.
He was going to kill Conrad.
I had to protect him.
I'll explain later.
I'm sorry.
(footsteps retreat)
(Victoria) Well,
I think Mark's father
had a huge influence
on him.
Really? Oh.
- What's the news?
- I don't know.
My father insisted
we all be here, so...
Hmm. Unseasonably chilly
tonight, isn't it, Emily?
(unscrews bottle lid)
(pills rattle)
(clattering)
(crunching)
While I adore
performance art,
why don't you just
get on with it?
I received a call
from the hospital today,
Asking me to come back
for an M.R.I.,
Which confirmed...
A shocking discovery.
I've been misdiagnosed.
And I do not,
nor have I ever
- suffered from Huntington's disease.
- What? (scoffs)
How did they explain
the symptoms?
Seems they were
brought on by stress
and the Huntington's
medication itself.
I realize now what Father Paul
meant when he said
that he'd been brought back into my life
through divine intervention
I mean, he was god's vessel
to show me that I'm meant
to live a long and meaningful
existence here on earth.
And Father Paul is now
doubtless in heaven,
- having earned his wings.
- Well, maybe he's laughing at you
Because you had to step down
as governor for naught.
I know I certainly am.
Well, being governor
merely distracted me
from my true destiny...
Leading this family.
And so the first step
is reclaiming
my rightful position
as master of this house.
(Conrad sips)
You must be happy.
Your father's misdiagnosis
means you're in the clear, too.
(sighs) We're gonna have
one of those in a few weeks.
You sure you want it?
You questioned
the type of man I am
in print... and to my face.
Sorry I questioned you.
If I had a family, I'd do
anything to protect them.
Daniel, I want nothing more
than to marry you.
Why?
I don't think you ever
told me why.
Because I love you.
Now come on.
Let's go home.
I'm gonna stay at
the South Fork again, okay?
- Daniel.
- See you tomorrow.
(Patrick) Where'd you say
you found my wallet again?
Well, I went back
to the beach club
after I saw you there
in hopes that
I'd bump into you again.
No bump, but, uh,
your wallet was there.
(chuckles) Lucky you,
that I found it.
Why were you
looking for me?
Maybe...
Because you intrigue me.
Victoria's mysterious son.
What on earth is he up to
in the Hamptons?
And... Why is he always
in such a rush to leave?
What did you find out?
Something that
made me happy you stayed.
(sighs)
That was a bit
presumptuous.
(chuckles nervously)
Um...
Look, I'm, uh...
I... I'm sorry.
I just thought, you know,
you showed up at my party,
and we saw each other
at the beach club,
that maybe we, uh...
(inhales sharply)
(clicks teeth)
We did.
(sighs) Have mercy.
How about just
a glass of wine?
Yeah... That, too.
(chuckles)
(Lost Lander)
♪ cold feet and a tie
♪ rise to the occasion
♪ a million tiny flashlights
♪ I gotta turn it off
So?
Well, you're not
in any danger.
Conrad realized
that he's not sick,
and now he thinks
he beat God.
(sighs) I guess
there's no beating him.
♪ for a while, I'll keep...
Emily? What are you
doing here?
I wanted to make sure
you got the news
about your father.
He mentioned that
you haven't called him back.
Yeah, Daniel already told me.
He didn't let you know?
Uh, he's still staying
at the South Fork, so...
I finished with
your wedding invitations.
Though you'll probably want
to save postage on one.
(thud)
♪ too much information
♪ I've gotta turn it off
♪ go sleep for a while
Here you go, Jack.
(lowered voice) So much for
your break from Emily Thorne.
(normal voice) Good night.
Night.
(pen clatters)
(scoffs)
I can't believe you're still
going through with this.
Jack.
What are you...
You're planning on taking them
down at your wedding.
I don't want you
to be there.
I deserve to be there.
I want to be there when
they get what's coming to them.
No, you don't.
Go back to your life, Jack...
To Carl.
You don't belong in this.
(sighs)
(footsteps depart)
You know, I don't believe
I've properly
congratulated you
on your new amusement.
Well, it's more
than you're doing,
and it's my ticket
to freedom from you.
So get out.
I've got a lot of work to do.
(chuckles)
There's that spunk
I fell in love with.
And I will leave
just as soon as you
describe to me
Mr. Mathis' exit plan.
So you have until breakfast
to remove him,
or...
I'll do it my way.
Now that would be unwise.
Aiden may be
the only hope we have
of stopping Daniel
from marrying Emily.
It seems that she has some
inexplicable weakness for him.
God, are you still chewing
that same bone, woman?
Use that tenacity to get him
out of my pool house.
You may want
to rethink that idea.
I looked
into your accident.
And why was it your concern?
Because I don't like you.
And I thought maybe
you'd intentionally harmed
that priest,
but I discovered something
far more surprising.
Somebody tried to kill you
by tampering with your brakes.
And I have good reason
to believe
it's someone you know well.
And I imagine
I'm looking straight at him.
No, Conrad.
Jack Porter wants you dead.