Revenge (2011–2015): Season 3, Episode 6 - Dissolution - full transcript

My father was an innocent man,

destroyed by powerful people.

The Graysons are behind this.
They're gonna 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.

Bent my car around a utility pole,
and I broke Sara's spine.

I haven't spoken to her
since that night.

Your husband had me investigate

the cause of the wreck.

It was one of your children.



So it was Patrick.
Victoria will cover it up.

It was me, I swear!
I'll confess.

You're my girl,
and that's all that matters.

You came back here to help.
You're everything to me.

I can't marry you, Emily.

The only way to win Daniel back
is share a piece of yourself.

I want nothing more
than to stand beside you

on our wedding day.

And I want that, too.

Love built on lies
is an arduous endeavor.

For wherever passion
and treachery meet,

dissolution begins.

Hey, come back to bed.

Uh, after my swim.



Watch out for sharks, okay?

Still, we fight to hold
our ground in the emptiness...

Always.

Ignoring the fact
that every relationship...

Even the ones we cherish...

Inevitably dies.

Nolan?

Nolan!

Nolan?

- Nolan?
- Aah!

- You're okay.
- The hell are you doing barging in here?

Didn't you hear me
screaming for you?

I was doing
my morning hydrotherapy.

I just saw Patrick leaving.
I thought you were in trouble.

No, that...
couldn't be further from the truth.

Last night was
our first night together.

That's good that it
just started,

'cause it has to end.

Because he tried to rid the world
of Conrad Grayson?

Visions of that guy's demise
dance in your head 24/7.

An innocent man died instead.

- Patrick is a criminal.
- Yeah, not the Patrick I know.

- You don't know him well enough to say that.
- Wait, wait. I'm sorry.

Are you telling me how to feel?

I am telling you
to be rational.

What do you even see
in this guy?

Someone who wants to fit in here
but doesn't.

Em, someone like me.

We kept "us" a secret
for a reason.

Patrick and I didn't wanna get

caught up in the crossfire
between you and Victoria.

So what happens now?
Is he your next takedown?

I haven't decided.

I wish things were different,
Nolan.

You have the handwriting
of a mail bomber.

We can go back to paper menus.

Those worked just fine
for 35 years.

Don't you want
a hip and happening spot

where a certain Parisian
magazine editor will feel at home?

I think Margaux already does.

You did a really great job
with the remodel.

Yeah,
there's just one thing missing--

A bald little man who's prone
to spit-up and diaper rash.

Yeah.

Well...
I miss Carl, too,

and so does my grandma
in Jersey.

When's he coming back?

After Daniel
and Emily's wedding.

It's the last distraction
before the season dies down,

and... my life starts again.

If I had my wish,

that distraction
would be over with now.

Anyway, I'm out.

My mother has summoned
the entire family to breakfast

to discuss
the impending nuptials.

I am so looking forward
to seeing my father.

You're not serious.

Actually,
while I detest him more than ever,

he and I have had
a reconciliation of sorts.

- It's for a good reason.
- There's no good reason.

- How did he manipulate you?
- He didn't.

I manipulated him,
and I did it to protect you.

Hey.

You know that
Charlotte lied to Conrad

and confessed to sabotaging
his brakes?

That is a new low for Victoria.

Jack, Patrick did it.

If that's the case,
then what's to stop him

from getting rid of her to keep
the truth from ever coming out?

I'll be watching him.
I would never let anything happen

to Charlotte.
You know that.

- I want him gone!
- Jack, just stay out of it.

The last time you didn't
loop me in,

I had to send my son away

'cause I thought
he might be in danger.

Hustle up! We're late!

You're forcing people to stumble
around in the dark, Emily.

That's how people get hurt.

You're good with a knife.

Yeah, well, I've slaved away
in enough restaurants.

Well, then you're invited to one
that'll treat you like a king.

The spruced up Stowaway
premieres tomorrow,

and drinks are on me.

Well, thank you, Charlotte.
I appreciate that.

I have to see how I feel,
though.

I'm coming off
a pretty late night.

So late, you didn't come home.

May I have a word?

Yeah, sure.

Excuse me.

Yeah?

We have pressing matters
to discuss.

Go to the gallery,
and I'll arrive shortly.

- All right?
- Okay.

We have the windows
in the foreground here.

Um, so...

Uh...
You can see the tone...

Thank you-- of the architecture,

and the thing I wanna
show you most of all...

Perverse as that display
may be,

we're here to discuss
the sacred bond of marriage.

Call it motherly concern,
but I couldn't help but notice

the tension between
the future bride and groom.

So before things progress
to the point of no return,

let me assure you,
there is no shame in hitting pause

while you sort things out.

Well, that won't be necessary,
Victoria.

As a matter of fact,

Daniel and I have decided
on our honeymoon--

a weekend cruise to Nantucket
for immediate family.

Yeah, it's full steam ahead.
We talked last night, and...

We couldn't be more
on the same page.

A family honeymoon.

I thought it would be nice way
to decompress

after the insanity
of the wedding.

Won't it just?

The yacht leaves from here
right after the reception.

- Honey, you have a little something.
- Hmm?

What? What?

Let me get it.

Daniel, could you carve out
some time for me today?

Mm.
It's gonna be tough.

I'm covering for Margaux
'cause she's in L.A.

Please?
I need your business savvy.

I wanna do my part
to boost the bottom line

of the Stowaway.

I didn't know you had
such an entrepreneurial spirit.

I'll move some meetings.

Good morning, kitten.

It's lovely to have you
back in the litter.

Lovely to be here, Daddy.

Won't your mistress be joining us,
Conrad?

I'm sure we could rustle up
a pop-tart.

She's not my mistress.

Morgan is
a real estate specialist.

And what will you be purchasing?
A place in hell?

Why, I'm sorry to disappoint,

but I'm actually on the other
side of that transaction.

Grayson Manor has been sold.

Most of our other assets
have been liquidated

to keep us afloat,
but this estate

is still driving us
into the red.

Morgan produced
an all-cash buyer--

A Saudi prince, no less,
with an offer that I--

I just couldn't refuse.

Stop gloating,
you spiteful beast.

You know this home is my haven.

Oh, well, here I thought

your haven was
your illegitimate son

and that adorable little gallery
you share.

At the risk of sounding
like a neurotic bride,

wasn't this house supposed
to be command central

for the wedding?

Oh, it's okay, babe.
We'll figure something else out.

Or maybe we could buy it.

It would be an honor to keep
Grayson Manor in the family.

Magnanimous offer,
but I'm afraid the deal's done.

- How long do we have?
- Escrow closes in three weeks.

Well, the wedding's in five.

My plan depends
on them staying here,

and I need you here, too.

Having a man on the inside
has been invaluable.

What?

Well, we share one kiss
last night,

and now you're
doling out compliments.

Not here, Aiden.

Fine, but we're
continuing this later.

So who do we take out
of the equation first?

- The real estate agent?
- She already closed the deal.

- Is the buyer vulnerable?
- He's a Saudi royal

paying cash, so no.

Our only option...

Is to take down
the house itself.

And, uh, Nolan,
that is call number three.

If it gets to four, I'm calling the cops.

What is it?

Conrad sold my Hamptons estate.

Did it just to hurt you, I bet.

For the last time.

From now on,
I vow to be free of him.

And how can I help?

Allow me to put the gallery
and its contents in your name.

That way, he can never profit
from our hard work.

You trust me with this?

My entire future
is now in your reliable hands.

And I'll do everything
I can to protect it.

I know you will, Patrick.

Just as I know
what you've done.

You tried to take
Conrad's life.

You don't need to deny it.

That bastard humiliates you
every chance he gets.

He treats you with nothing
but hate.

I couldn't stand by
and let him get away with it.

I'm not gonna apologize
for wanting him dead.

But you gotta believe me.
I...

I never meant for
an innocent man to die.

Conrad put Father Paul in that car,
not you.

You tried to spare me
from a monster.

It was an act
of pure selflessness,

and one I will always cherish.

So what now?
Does Conrad know?

No. He never will.

I made sure of that.
You're safe.

I love you, Mom.

You never called me that
before.

Well, I didn't know I'd be
giving out business advice

while you tried on shoes
all morning.

I'm a multi-tasker.

Yeah? And what's your task here?

I'm surprising Jack with a cake

to celebrate
the bar's makeover.

Actually,
could you pop in and grab it

while I run across the street
and get a card?

The order's under "Stowaway."

All right, well, hurry up,
okay?

Hi. Picking up something
for the Stowaway?

Sara.

- I didn't expect to see you--
- Walking?

Yeah, the, uh, random time

you dropped into
into the rehab facility,

I hadn't quite mastered it yet.

Well, you've made, uh,
you've made so much progress.

No help from you.

Listen, I wanted to be there, okay?
You weren't interested.

I'm not talking
about moral support.

I'm talking about
being able to pay

for the medical treatment
I still need.

Everything's covered
by the settlement.

Not quite. Your mommy and daddy
screwed me in the fine print,

so now I gotta work
60 hours a week

to afford a crappy H.M.O.

I didn't know that.

Yeah, well, you've been busy.

I saw your, uh,
your publisher's profile

in your magazine.

I love how I am the problem
you had to overcome

on your road to greatness.

Sara?

Come on, Charlotte. Let's go.

You know, maybe you fooled
your readers into thinking

you've grown up, Danny,

but you will always be
the clueless frat boy who was

"all good to drive"
after five drinks,

and you crashed your car,

you crushed my spine,
and you never looked back!

Come on, let's go.

You didn't return
any of my calls.

Got a little worried.

Sweet to check on me.

You didn't need to.

Well, the truth is, I'm--
I'm selfish.

I just didn't wanna be alone.

Truth is... neither do I.

What's going on?

Let's just say I did
something impulsive and...

- So stupid.
- Patrick...

We started something great.

Something that's moving faster

than anything
I've ever experienced with...

A-anyone else.

But life has gotten
suddenly complicated.

Look, if we had met
in another place,

in another summer, or--
or had different friends,

different mothers...

Nolan, we talked about this,
right?

We agreed we weren't gonna let

Victoria and Emily
come between us.

Turns out it's not that easy.

That's not an answer...
Nolan.

It's not good enough for me,
at least.

I wanna be with you.

I don't know why
they get a vote.

They shouldn't.

Then what's standing
in our way?

My husband's going to love
this one.

Well, at least it's still
in one piece.

- Are you?
- I guess.

One thing's certain.
She hates me.

Daniel, that was a shock
to both of you.

Emotions were running high.
Sara was angry.

Ah, she was right.

I am clueless.

I created a new life
for myself with Emily

and... put her
out of my mind completely.

That's not true.

If you didn't care about her,

you wouldn't have tried to
reach out to her two years ago.

I should've tried harder.

Charlotte, she's working
in a bakery to pay

for medical bills that are
my responsibility.

Dad keeps our legal papers
in the city.

I'm gonna dig up
that settlement

and do what I should've done
a long time ago-- Read it.

Mill's Family Bakery.

Hello? May I speak to the manager,
please?

- Speaking.
- Oh, great. I need to report

an employee who was inexcusably rude
at your bakery today.

- Do you happen to know their name?
- Her name?

Sara Munello.

Prince Mishari signed off
on the inspection report.

That's great.

His final request is
for additional pictures

of your private beach.

Well, given the king's ransom
he's paying,

you and your photographer
will have unfettered access

to immortalize
every magnificent acre.

You know,
this deal went down so quickly.

There are rooms here
I still haven't seen.

- Oh?
- The walk-in humidor.

The billiards hall.

Your bedroom suite.

I love a good master.

And I love the attention
of a beautiful woman.

However...
I'm not in the market for one.

I thought I heard
the chatter of rats,

and here you both are.

Morgan, might I suggest
a renovation project to the prince?

He should tear down
the conservatory.

It's a useless room.

Mr. Mathis...

I suspect that my husband

and his real estate broker
are colluding.

To what end?

To hide the profits
of the sale of my house.

Well, I'll have my contacts
in banking

look into the transaction

and report
any suspicious activity.

- Thank you.
- In the meantime, I suppose

I should make
new living arrangements.

Oh, don't be silly.

As long as you keep
what Patrick did a secret,

you'll always have
a place with me.

Well, then consider it done.

Now if I were you,

I would spend less time

reading
about tourist destinations

and more time exploring ways

we can send Emily Thorne
packing.

Hey, sorry,
I got swamped here in the city.

Uh, I'm coming home soon.

Don't bother.

A random crack opened up
in the living room,

so I called the contractor,

and guess what we have?
Foundation issues.

What, you get a second opinion?

Just got a third.
They start work early tomorrow,

so you should probably just
stay at the penthouse.

- You sure you don't need my help?
- No, I got it covered.

I'll call you when it's safe
to come home, okay?

Daniel?

- Everything okay?
- Yeah.

Just preoccupied with some...
work. Um...

I'm sorry I can't be there
to help.

Trust me, I'm fine.

Good night.

Do it.

To my ultimate revenge.

May it unfold as we've planned.

It will.

I always thought
I'd handle this alone,

and I didn't need
anybody's help.

That's because that's how
we were trained.

I can't imagine doing this
without you, Aiden.

Not anymore.

Look, our future's so close.

We play this right,

it's just me... you...

And a beach in the Maldives.

- Sounds like a dream.
- Oh, it's real.

Damn... Stowaway.

Oh, you clean up nice.

The only thing I hate
about this sexy little minx

is that, uh,
she's closed today.

This seat's, uh,
always open for friends.

Something the matter?

Yeah...

Emily.

She's kinda screwing
with my life,

and I want it to stop.

Call her on it.
Don't back down.

Well, you do speak
from experience, or...

At least, I imagine you do,

or I don't know, or not.
Forget it. Ignore me.

Just-- Just talk, Nolan.

She's not completely
off-base.

Still, I had to make a choice.

So I made the one
that's right for me.

Ahh.

I'm...

I'm seeing Patrick Osbourne.

Victoria Grayson's Patrick?

See, Emily thinks he's shady.

But I think he's the one.

Yeah, no, I mean,
I know it's fast.

It is, Nolan. It is.

Look, I've heard things about him.
He's messed up.

He tried to kill Conrad.
Instead he killed that priest.

Did she tell you that?

"She" who?

Emily.

Yeah, the only way that you
would have known about Patrick

is if she discussed it
with you.

You know...

I'm done
talking around what's real

when we shouldn't have to.

I can't sit in a chair
reserved for friends

and lie to your face anymore.

Emily Thorne...

Is Amanda Clarke.

You know it.

I know it.

And now we both know
the truth about each other.

Make it look like they own
half the Hamptons.

How's that?

Yeah.

- Be right back.
- Okay.

Hi.
I-I'm Morgan Holt--

- the agent for the property next door.
- Of course, Miss Holt.

I'm Emily,
Daniel Grayson's fiancée.

Congratulations
on what's sure to be

the biggest sale of the year.

Try decade.

Emily, you've got such
a ruckus going on over here.

I trust this project
will be ending soon?

Well, hopefully tomorrow,

but then I'll have
to do it all over again

in a couple of years.

That's how long
my contractor says

I can stave off mother nature.

What on earth do you mean?

My foundation's shifting again.

Again?

Can't you shore it up?

The problem is the ground
under the foundation.

Environmental engineers call it

"dramatic beach erosion."

It's a big problem
on this side of the island.

Well, there must be
something you can do.

Sadly, no.

And if global warming continues

to spawn more super-storms,

the beach is gonna disappear
in half that time.

Still, how can you resist
a view like that?

For now, I'm just gonna
fight the useless fight

until I run out of money...

Or sand.

Excuse me.

Nolan?

You left this at the Stowaway.

Yeah, I realized that after you...
threw me out of the bar.

So wait, are we...
speaking again? Or...

It-- It's been eating away at me.

How long have you known?

I've never not known.

Before he died,
her father made me promise

that I would look out for her.

A simple request
from a man that I idolized.

I just... never realized
it would blow up into this.

I should have just
come out and asked you.

It's not like I didn't
suspect that you knew,

but the chance that you didn't

always stopped me.

I hate that my first instinct

is to protect her
after everything she's done!

You're not alone.

Why do we do it?

Because we see the broken
and betrayed little girl inside.

I understand
if our relationship is finished.

If it is...

At least it ended in truth.

I'm your friend, Nolan.

Unfortunately,
friends can't always tell each other

what they want to hear.

I get what
you're going through.

I married someone with secrets,
but the difference is

I never really knew
who Amanda was.

You know full well
about Patrick.

- Patrick's not evil.
- That's not what I'm saying.

I'm saying that right now
Patrick doesn't know

that Charlotte
took the rap for him.

Yes, taking her out
would be one way of ensuring

that the blame stays with her,
but, uh...

If you can tell me
with 100% certainty

that he won't be driven
to hurt anyone else...

I'll drop this.

Then I have to let him go.

But... how?

I'll take care of it.

You want
to say good-bye to him?

I don't think I can.

Will you promise me...

That he won't be hurt?

What are you doing here?

I stopped by your work

to apologize for
what happened yesterday.

Your boss gave me your address.

Ex-boss.
I was fired.

I'm so sorry.

It's not on you to apologize.

For the record,
it was Daniel's fiancée Emily

who gave the details
of the car accident

to the magazine.

He's not the same spoiled frat boy,
Sara.

He's changed.

Yeah, well, it seems
he still has other people

cleaning up his messes, so...

He'd kill me
if he knew I was here.

I know you're probably
gonna be angry at him forever--

Angry?

I hate him...

But not as much
as I hate myself.

You know, after all the hell
that Danny's put me through...

My heart still skipped a beat
when I saw him yesterday.

Is that pathetic or what?

- Not at all.
- Whatever.

Look, I've got stuff to do.

A new job's not just
gonna coming knocking. So...

Or maybe it just did.

I am not accustomed
to rushing home

for cryptic texts,
Mr. Mathis,

especially when I'm
in the middle of a sale

of a Brancusi bronze.

What could possibly
be so urgent?

A time-sensitive transaction
about to take place

in Conrad's office,
which I thought you might enjoy.

Thank you.

You'll have to pour another one
for your property prostitute.

I assume that's who
you'll be fêting?

Indeed, Morgan is on her way
with the closing documents.

And I expect to see
every line item

of that deal...
To the cent.

Ahh, the steady thrum
of your persecution complex.

Fear not, Victoria.

There'll be enough profit
to go around.

Not anymore.

When were you planning
to disclose

the 30 feet of beach-front
you lost in the last 20 years?

That's absurd.

Our beach is as big
as it's always been.

Is it? Here's the coastal
commission's most recent survey.

What do you know, Conrad?
We're slipping into the sea.

The shoreline erosion
is indisputable.

Keeping it from the buyer
is fraud and makes me liable.

Oh, well, not if you're fired.

You think you can
just hire someone else?

No one is coming near
your toxic property

when I tell every broker
in New York

how you tried to screw me.

You did this.

You're so desperate to keep
this home in your feeble grasp,

that you just ruined
an extraordinary chance

for me to keep this family
solvent and intact.

Oh, Conrad, my hands are clean.

And this pile hasn't been
a home for years.

Which is why I'm doing
what I never thought I could--

Letting go of Grayson Manor.

I've been putting
my affairs in order,

and I am leaving it and you
permanently.

Well...
If it's a divorce you want,

you better brace yourself
for a fight.

Well, that's the beauty
of what's before us.

With a worthless estate,
there's nothing to fight for.

I'll be out by week's end.

She has to stay.

Well, unfortunately,
there's no way to keep Victoria

inside the house
or the marriage.

Everything she cares about

now lies outside
the Grayson empire.

The Graysons have taken
everything from me.

I'm not gonna let them
take away my future with you.

So what do you suggest?

Trap her with the one thing
she can't resist.

Well, the fact is you're my
real estate attorney, Edward.

You're supposed to know
about the erosion issue.

Well, instead...

Look, you've cost me millions!
All right?

I'll see you in court.

I never understood why rich
people don't lock their doors.

You know,
if we can't sell this place,

perhaps we'll just turn it
into a home for wayward boys.

I mean,
there's Victoria's bastard,

her Brit...

You.

I'm not staying after our chat.

Well, what could we possibly
have to discuss?

The only concern
that we share--

Charlotte's safety.

Continue.

My information isn't free.

You are much too late
for a handout.

I don't want money.

First-- I want your word

that you will handle this
without bloodshed.

And second--

You and I will never be good,

but once I tell you this...

The two of us...
declare a cease-fire.

Agreed?

Well, don't just stand there.
Shoot.

Hi!

Now I remember when I let you
sneak into my parties.

Now I'm lining up
to get into yours.

Yeah, well, open up
a Voulez tab...

And I can guarantee you a booth

anytime you want.

Just make sure those
fashionistas order food,

even if they don't eat it.

I see you took my advice
about boosting profit margins.

I'm proud of you.

You might not be after
you see what I've done.

She lost her job.

Helping her get another
was the least I could do.

Our family lawyers
took her to the cleaners.

The settlement language
specified

only Sara's hospital expenses
were to be covered.

That was a disgusting way
to get out of paying

for the years of rehab
and physical therapy she needed.

So are you gonna talk to her?

I was planning to. I...

I don't know what to say.

Just be honest.
The words will come.

Smells good.

Yeah, a mafia don
I did time with

gave me his nonna's
lasagna recipe.

Jack's coming over for, um...
boys' night.

How'd it go with Patrick?

It's over.

Yeah, Jack went to, uh, Conrad,

and told him that Patrick
tampered with his brakes.

He's probably being chased
out of town as we speak.

Jack went rogue,
and you didn't tell me about it?

Actually,
I gave him my blessing.

This had nothing to do with you,
Emily.

Victoria took a huge risk
covering that up.

Patrick is precious to her,

which makes him
invaluable to me.

You had no right
eliminating someone

who was an asset to my plan!

Well, buckle up
for what's next.

I told Jack that I'm in
the inner circle.

What?!

He was never supposed
to know that.

Do you realize
how out of touch you sound?

Besides, Aiden, Jack, and I

are the only moons circling
planet Emily.

I know you've tried
to keep us in separate orbits,

but we were bound to collide.
And you know what?

I'm glad we did,

because there are no more
lies between us

about you or anything else.

- That's a huge mistake.
- Not for me, it wasn't.

Your need to control
everything and everyone

has kept me isolated
when I didn't need to be.

I've had no one else to talk to

about the crap
that I'm going through.

I talked to you about Patrick!

All you did was tell me
to be rational.

I can't turn off my emotions.
I'm not a robot.

I'm a human being.

I thought we were
on the same page.

You wanted to be
a part of this.

Yeah.

But, Ems,
all I have ever really wanted

was friendship.

What are we doing
in this bay shore dump?

My contacts provided me
with Conrad's financials.

I did some digging,

connected the dots,
and you're right.

He does have
a problem with sharing.

- What's in here?
- Don't be scared, Victoria.

Heaven awaits.

Now isn't that
a sight for sore eyes?

- Is it truly ours?
- Yes.

It's the missing
Grayson fortune.

You scam artist!

You've been hiding
everything from me!

What are you talking about?

This family's entire estate
is locked in a warehouse in gold.

I saw it with my own eyes.

Well, if that's the truth,

I'd like the coordinates
of that location.

Do not feign ignorance.
To think I almost

walked away from this marriage
with nothing.

Well, I am not going to leave
quite so easily now.

You know, curious as I am
as to the cause of this windfall,

you know, I've been awaiting
your return to discuss

one of my own,
although mine's a little less financial

and a little more forensic
in nature.

This knife that I was told
belonged to Declan Porter--

the one that Charlotte
said she used

to sabotage my car
in order to kill me--

Well, it turns out
it comes from

the Patrick Osbourne
collection.

Were you aware of that?
And do not feign ignorance.

Where did you learn of this?

Oh, from the same detective
who covered up the details

of the car wreck
in the first place.

Remarkable--
Convincing your daughter

to confess to murder
just to save your mongrel son.

Please, Conrad...

Would you have me beg
for his life?

Oh, Victoria,
I'm not gonna kill him.

No, no. I'm just gonna pluck him
away from you forever.

My associates are already
handling it.

You know, I still root
for the Mets because of you.

My father will never
forgive me for it.

Yeah, well,
Yankee fans are spoiled

and used to getting their way.

You know,
some of my favorite memories

are watching those games
at your house.

Beers on the couch,

barbecues that didn't call
for coats and ties.

I took a look at
the settlement last night.

I never had before.

I always thought you'd be better
taken care of than you were.

- My mom and dad, they led--
- Oh, would you grow a pair

- and stop hiding behind your parents?
- I'm not hiding behind my parents.

- And if you think that I'm looking for a handout--
- Will you let me finish?

I thought you were set for life,
Sara.

And now I know
what really happened.

You were cheated,
it wasn't right, and I am sorry.

I'm sorry, okay?

Why are you doing this, Daniel?

To earn your forgiveness.

I know I have a long,
long way to go,

but I want to try, okay?

You gonna let me try?

Victoria and Conrad
are reunited with their money.

Considering the trust
between them

is at an all-time low,
they're going to want

to account for every last bit.

Which will keep them
busy and bound together

until my wedding day.

We should have given it
to them in pennies.

What's wrong?

I had a fight with Nolan.

His priorities
are different now.

Everything's off-balance.

That's because you're caught
between two worlds, Emily.

And this life we've chosen
it's a...

It's a selfish one.

You know, we're lucky
that we found each other.

Just remember,
in five weeks' time,

this will all be over,
we'll be together,

the Hamptons will just
be a distant memory,

and we'll never see any
of these people ever again.

Conrad had men waiting for me
in front of the gallery and by my car.

I slipped out the back.

- Thank God.
- Yeah, I-I don't understand this.

I thought you said
he wouldn't find out.

There isn't time
for an explanation.

All right?
You must go now.

Go? Go where?

To the Philadelphia airport.
What?

This is your bag.
Inside are your tickets, some cash,

and contact information
for someone who owes me a favor.

- No.
- Please, Patrick.

Conrad is a ruthless man.
You are not safe.

He's a ruthless man.
I'm not leaving you here

- alone with him.
- I will take care of him.

It's too soon.
I-I have questions.

I'm just getting to know you.

I will bring you back
when the time is right,

I swear, and I will
give you the answers--

All of them.

Please.

Take it.

Why?

- Go.
- I can't.

Go!

Obey your mother.

I should have taken you up
on that good-bye.

Yeah, that's why I offered it.

No closure sucks.

Hey.

Emily.

What's wrong?

Look, I'm...

I know I'm not very good
at expressing myself.

The thing is, y--

You're two of the most
important people in my life.

The wedding is in five weeks, and--
And this--

This last bit of time
we have--

I don't want either of you
to feel alone or in the dark

or at risk...

Because of me.

I want nothing left unsaid.

Uh, why?
You're leaving Long Island,

not the planet.

In order for me
to do this properly,

I... have to disappear
without a trace.

I'll be gone for good.
You'll never see me again.

Is that all you have to say?

No.

Like I said,
I want to tell you everything...

Including my plan
for August 8th...

The day Victoria Grayson...

goes down for
the murder of Emily Thorne.