Revenge (2011–2015): Season 3, Episode 9 - Surrender - full transcript

(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.

I've been collecting names
of Grayson Global employees.

One of them will be willing
to share their account.

Thanks for meeting
with me, Ms. Davis.

I'm not gonna help you
break up their engagement.

Regret will haunt you,
if you let Daniel go.

I want to tell you my plan
for August 8th...



the day Victoria goes down
for the murder

of Emily Thorne.

I'm not asking you
to commit to anything.

I just can't commit to Emily,

not when I feel this way about you.

- I went to the doctor.
- Are you okay?

(chuckles) We're pregnant.

When facing your enemy, no amount
of training can trump nature.

It separates the strong
from the weak.

And sometimes it tell us

that surrender is
the strongest move of all.

(camera shutter clicks)

(woman, muffled voice) Let her go.

(camera shutter clicking)
(man) Right there. Very nice.



(woman) Big smiles.

Yeah, that's nice,
looking at each other.

Beautiful.
(camera shutter continues clicking)

(man) Closer.

Right behind her.

Very nice.

Lovely.

We got it!

All right.
Next, is the Di Santo,

which we'll be shooting
at the stables in 30.

That lhuillier fits you
impeccably, Emily.

Like it was made for you.

Well, all of the dresses have
been beautiful today so far.

Only 48 hours until
the world gets to see

the perfect one
you've chosen for your big day.

Now aren't there some questions
you should be asking

instead of just gushing
over my fiancée, Jess?

Of course.

(clears throat) So tell me, boss,

how does a man
like Daniel Grayson

take a back seat in all
the nuptial preparations?

By admitting I don't know
the first thing

- about planning a wedding.
- Oh, he's being modest.

Daniel actually selected
the color scheme,

the venue... the cake.

And what are your plans
for the days that follow?

Where will you be residing, for instance?

Or when will you be
needing a nursery?

- Well...
- (chuckles) The wedding's been our main focus.

One thing at a time. All right?

We'll be right out.

(sighs)

I don't know how long
I can keep our little secret.

Not that I want to
tell a journalist

before your parents.

Well, let's just keep it quiet
until after the wedding.

I don't want it
to overshadow your day.

Besides, I thought
you preferred

to avoid all this publicity.

I don't know.
For some reason,

I'm just bursting
to tell the world.

Mm. Well, the truth is,"Voulez" has
put so much into this article.

that changing it now would...

throw the issue into chaos.

And we can't take that risk.

(Jessica) Emily, I need you
in that Di Santo, please.

Hopefully,

these new accommodations
will suit your tastes.

Anything would be better
than that motel you caged me in.

I've had handbags
bigger than that room.

And where's my per diem?

Just call room service.

(chuckles) I'm not talking carbs.

(purse thuds)
I'm talking Cartier.

I've told you, you're not
to go out in public.

I need to protect my source
until my story is finished.

Your story? You'd still be asking
useless questions about Nolan Ross

if I hadn't reached out.

And I'll be grateful
if there is, in fact, truth

to the conspiracy theory
that David Clarke was framed.

But without telling me
who was behind it

and finding me someone
who can corroborate your claim,

our story is nothing
but a common myth,

and I won't print that.

I'll need a list of people
who can back you up,

and their connection
to what happened.

No good ever comes
from dredging up the past...

Especially ours.

Well, as difficult as it may be

for either of us
to remember, my dear,

we had some good times.

Oh, that would call into question

your definition of "good."

As you can see,
in lieu of a proper muse,

I'm forced to turn to photographs

to rouse my recollection
for my memoirs.

Do you care to take a trip
with me down memory lane?

(chuckles)

Oh, my goodness,

look how beautiful
and innocent he was.

- Had we even settled on a name yet?
- No.

Daniel was still
"Baby Boy Grayson."

(chuckles)
- Mmh.

And now he's marrying
that charlatan.

Oh... This again.

Listen, after your little stunt
at Emily's bridal luncheon,

you are one loosely veiled
speech away from the looney bin.

- Reel it in, Victoria.
- I was showing him the truth.

Just let him be.

Your other son became a murderer
after only six months with you.

You know,
the time has come for you

to stop this foolish interfering.

Trust me.

I have every confidence

that with his heart
yearning for another,

our baby boy will put
an end to Emily himself.

(ship horn blows in distance)

♪

(man) I'll call over there
and just let him know that...

♪

(woman speaks indistinctly)

Oh, so being busy at work
isn't just and excuse?

(sighs)

Look...
(blinds clatter)

Sara, I'm not avoiding you,
okay? It's just...

It's been a week.

You know, every day
I wear this, I feel worse.

If you're not ready
to leave Emily, then...

I'm not gonna wait around.
Okay, I'm not that girl.

I'm not asking you to be.
It's just things with Emily

are a little...

They're a little more
complicated than you know.

(huffs)

Yeah, well, it looks
picture-perfect to me.

This is all just show, okay? It's...
(thuds)

"Voulez's" start has been
less than ideal.

And a spread like this sells
magazines, which I need.

Yeah, well, I need to stop
feeling like the other woman.

So make up your damn mind.

Sara, come...

Sara.

(ice cubes rattling)

Oh. (chuckles)
There's the blushing bride.

I would offer you a cocktail,
if you weren't with child. (alcohol pouring)

Has the package arrived yet?

No, not till tomorrow.

- What's wrong?
- (Emily sighs)

Daniel's wavering.
He's been distant all week.

The baby boom didn't
knock him off the fence,

- back into your arms?
- Unfortunately, no.

He's still in contact with Sara.

I think he's keeping
the pregnancy a secret

so she doesn't leave him.

That's the whole reason
you played that card

- in the first place.
- So...

Leak the story.

He'll know it was me.

And I can't risk
losing his trust again.

You also can't risk
losing him to Sara.

Maybe it's time we start
using more drastic measures.

Not yet.

I'm meeting
with Victoria tonight

to finalize
the seating arrangements.

I guess I'll...
Figure out a way

to deal with it then.

(door opens)
Did you get what I asked for?

Are you sure about this?

- It's not part of her plan.
- Yes, I'm sure.

(paper rustling)
Thank you.

- It looks good, Ross.
- (Nolan chuckles)

Now I just need
one more thing...

Your advice.

Well, now where to seat Mr. Ross?

Hmm. I would say
with your other friends,

but you don't seem to have any.

I'd like to find a place
for Nolan at the main table,

seeing as he is
walking me down the aisle.

Oh, none for me, thanks.

Oh, don't tell me
that you've suddenly become

a bride obsessed with her figure.

The wedding is less than
two days away, my dear.

The damage
is already done.

No, nothing like that.

Hmm?

You know, Emily,
you surprise me.

After learning her fiancé
was in the arms of another,

most self-respecting women
would call things off.

And many wives would leave
their husbands,

and yet, here we are.
(chuckles)

Am I to assume that you
addressed this with Daniel?

Daniel is going
to be my husband

and the father
of my children.

I'll address it
the way I see fit.

Your ignoring the problem
will only make matters worse. (rustling)

I can assure you.

Victoria?

Hmm?
(rustling continues)

What the hell?

(footsteps approach)

(gasps)

(clothes rustling)
Lydia?

Don't just stand there.
Zip me up.

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What in the hell
are you doing here?

Giving your wardrobe
some much-needed editing.

You all right, dear? You look like
you've seen a ghost.

Well, you've certainly proved
resilient before, Lydia.

I don't know why
I should be surprised.

I take it you saved her.

I'm beginning to question
the wisdom of my mercy.

Emily, would you please
excuse us?

Not only is
the man of the house absent,

but his clothes are noticeably
missing from his closets.

Do I detect
trouble in paradise?

We had a deal. You were never
to come out of hiding.

Neither were you.

I should have known better
than to trust the ice queen. (dress thuds)

When I bartered
the evidence against Conrad

for Charlotte's safety and was
forced to exit that plane,

I didn't have to take you
with me, Lydia.

(rustles)
You owe me your life.

Some life.

I'm slinging drinks for
honeymooners in Ecuador,

while you're the first lady
of New York?

You didn't save me.
You got rid of me.

I did disappear.

But my children
were menaced again,

and I had no choice.

And after the hell
Conrad put me through,

I regret ever having
left that plane.

Because of him, I've become
just as much a prisoner

of these walls.

Maybe we should switch.

If it's retribution
you're seeking,

perhaps you've forgotten
who's to blame.

Oh, Victoria.

Still so damn good at pointing
that finger of yours.

I'm well aware
that Conrad owes me big.

Keep my little drop-in
between us...

And maybe I'll go easy on you.

Low returns like these
are expected early

in a publication's life.
It took three years

for my father to turn
a profit with European "Voulez."

We'll do it in one.

Oh, I have a few surprises
up my sleeve, Mr. Sullivan.

I assure you,
you won't be disappointed.

Okay, I must go.
Thank you. Merci.

So this Mr. Sullivan
is the reason

you keep canceling on me?

(glass clinks)
What's he got that I don't?

He buys 16 pages
of advertising per issue.

Sure, but can he do this?

♪

- Probably.
- Yeah.

Just not as well.

(chuckles)

- That's what I thought.
- (laughs) What's in the bag, Romeo?

Well, three rescheduled
dinners worth of food. (glass clinking)

- Mmm.
- I hope you're hungry.

I'm sorry. Last week's been crazy.

Yeah. That's okay.
(clinking continues)

What is it?

Nothing. I just thought
the Stowaway

- had a messy filing system.
- (Margaux chuckles)

It's lucky you have
an excellent chef, Mr. Porter,

or I'd call Mr. Sullivan back.

(chuckles)
(chuckles)

(container lid clatters)

(shout out louds)
♪ I follow you like a stray

- Great music.
- Thanks.

Charlotte?

Hey, um... Can we talk?

Yeah, of course. What's up?

Listen, uh...

I really appreciate
everything you've done for me.

But... things aren't
working out.

Tell Jack I'm sorry.

♪ I'm walking...

Is this because of Daniel?

(sighs)

Am I that obvious?

♪

(voice breaking) I still
love him, Charlotte.

I know he's getting
married in two days.

You're the maid of honor,

and you probably think
I'm awful. I...

I don't even know
what I'm saying.

I was trying to quit.

And I'm not gonna let you.

I've always thought
you two belonged together.

Maybe Daniel
just needs a little push.

Oh, trust me. (chuckles)

It's too late. He's already
made up his mind.

You let me
be the judge of that.

♪ looking

♪ never mind

♪ what's ahead

(Daniel) Are you sure?

Daniel, she's upstairs
with your mother right now.

Yeah, how is that
even possible?

It's really quite a story.

I can't believe it.

And I can't believe
you're marrying this one.

- So I guess that makes us even.
- Mm.

Can you explain this?

We'll talk about it later.

(Lydia) Oh, don't let me keep you.

As much as I love
rehashing the past,

a girl needs her beauty rest.

(chuckles)

It was lovely seeing
you again, Lydia.

Save it.

They may still be falling
for that little act of yours,

- but not me.
- Oh, Lydia. (chuckles)

(lowered voice) I think you've
pretty much cornered the market

on falling, don't you think?

(bracelets clack)
(gasps and grunts)

- (Victoria grunts)
- Em!

- (Emily) Daniel.
- Are you all right?

- (Daniel's strained voice) Hey, come here.
- Yeah, I'm... I'm sure.

- Are you sure? I'm calling the doctor.
- (Emily breathes heavily)

Daniel, you're overreacting.
She's fine.

Mom, she's pregnant.

Come on. You okay?

Sorry, Victoria. I didn't want
you to find out this way,

but... you're gonna be
a grandmother.

What could possibly
be so important

as to require my presence
in your bedroom?

Well, our son
is getting married tomorrow.

And since I have no clue
as to what color

my date will be wearing,
I don't know if I should go for

the pearl or the bone.

Which would keep us
from clashing?

No tie in the world
could accomplish that.

The bone.

(thuds)
You missed quite a revelation last night.

Did you dig up another selfless
deed from Emily's past?

Another selfish act, rather.

- Oh?
- Emily announced that she's with child.

- That's marvelous.
- Don't be ridiculous.

- She's lying.
- Why?

To trap Daniel into marrying her
one day before their wedding?

I'm thrilled.

And may even lead
with happy news

of the next Grayson generation...
(hangers clatter)

When I talk
with "Time" magazine.

Oh, they're interested in you?

- Must be a slow news year.
- (Conrad scoffs)

Well, there's even talk
of a cover.

Hmm. And when exactly
did this invitation

- present itself?
- Oh, just this morning.

Well, I must admit

that you definitely earned
what's coming to you.

Lydia Davis
was my father's secretary.

She betrayed him
for a life in the Hamptons,

so...
I took it away from her.

But she didn't go down
without a fight.

Five stories down,
to be exact.

Luckily, her tumble

provided us enough time
to tie up a loose end.

- Loose end?
- She found a photo at a Grayson party.

I was in the background.

Pre-Emily Thorne - Amanda Clarke...

All brunette bangs
and bad attitude.

Nolan fixed it
before she could prove anything,

- but... she still has it out for me.
- What do you think she wants this time?

Whatever a pretty blonde who
comes to the Hamptons wants...

Revenge.
(cup thuds)

I wouldn't put it past her.

I need you to find out
what she's up to

- so we can put a stop to it.
- I'm on it.

- Uh, any tips?
- Gird your loins.

And speaking of...
has Daniel come around

to accepting
the fruit of his?

I got him to spill
the news of my pregnancy

to Victoria last night.

What's next?

Well, we all know Victoria
has a difficult time

keeping secrets.

I have a few phone calls to make.

(Hanni El Khatib)
♪ don't walk away

♪ don't walk alone

♪

(panting)
♪ don't walk away

♪ the streets are cold

I had a feeling
I'd find you here.

Charlotte,
what are you doing here?

You always run this trail
when you're stressed.

What are you
running from now?

- Charlotte, come on.
- Talk to me, Daniel.

(continues panting)

Everything was good
with Emily...

Really good.

I mean, I had "Voulez."
We were finally getting married.

(breathes deeply)

I was happy. And then...

Sara.

The one girl who could
throw me for a loop.

I mean, I love Emily,

but the way I feel
when I'm with Sara

makes me question everything.

Then maybe you should.

No, no, no.
You don't understand, okay?

You don't...
You don't get it.

- Danny, it's me.
- No...

If I hadn't run
into Sara at the bakery,

everything would be fine. But...

it's not. I'm not.

Look, I... I gotta run, okay?

(tapping button)

I need to talk to you
about something, man.

Your talk with
Margaux didn't work. (sighs)

Even though you...
you threw her off the scent,

she's... she's still
digging into Conrad.

Is there way that you can...

take control
of her computer

and keep track
of what she's writing?

Yes. But it's just
a bit complicated.

I'd need her, uh...

Her I.P. address?

I don't know whether
to be impressed or terrified.

Trust me, going behind
Margaux's back

is the last way I want
to handle the situation,

but I can't let her
get any deeper.

- Then tell her the truth.
- And become her biggest source.

She's a journalist, Nolan.
She'll follow the story.

You don't know that for sure.

Why don't you let her decide?

Can you help me or not?

Thanks again for coming
to Dr. Rosen's with me.

Of course.

Oh, my God! Daniel, look!

(all shouting at once)
How did the press find out we were here?

(man) Emily! Emily! Emily!

This is impossible.
We only told your mother.

- I can't believe her.
- (whispers) Oh, my gosh.

Just put... Just put the top up.
(camera shutter clicks)

(clamoring)

Just go. Just drive.

What the hell
is wrong with you?!

I told you we wanted to keep
the pregnancy news quiet,

and you leaked it anyway.
And for what...

An... Another shot at Emily?

I did nothing of the sort.

And what makes you so certain
that she wasn't behind it?

Come on. What possible reason
could she have?

To make certain
that you marry her

and not leave for Sara.

What? What are you
talking about?

I know about your night
in the pied-à-terre.

Oh. Well, I didn't
sleep with her,

if that's what
you're insinuating.

Not that it's
any of your business.

No, it's Emily's.

You told Emily?

You're damn right, I did.

You are marrying one girl,

and you're in love
with another, Daniel.

No, you don't know a damn thing
about who I love.

I think I do,
and so does Emily.

And that's why she trapped you
into this pregnancy business.

You've completely
lost your mind, you know that?

Listen to me,
she is a con artist.

- She is...
- She is going to be my wife,

whether you like it
or not! You know why?

Because she is giving me
the opportunity

to raise a child
the right way...

in a loving home.

- Not with a loveless marriage.
- Oh, come on.

- Daniel, open your eyes!
- Stop!

- She has deceived you from day one!
- Enough! Enough!

This time tomorrow,
Emily and I will be married.

You lost. Okay? It's over.

Hello?

Jake?

Conrad Grayson.

Hope I'm not too early.

You're right on time.

My God.

Lydia?

Hello, Conrad.

Is it really you?

Almost as hard to believe
as "Time" magazine

wanting you for a cover.

You know, I always harbored
a hope when Victoria survived

that you'd done the same.

Really?

You're the one
that let me get on that plane.

I'd be dead if it wasn't
for your wife's

momentary lapse of evil.

Well, then I've never
been more grateful for her

than I am at this moment.

And you look...

like no time has passed.

I'm not falling for this.

We were engaged, Conrad,

and you sent me to my death.

Lydia, I did everything
I could to stop you.

I mean, if memory serves,
you conjured

a sick mother
to get away from me.

But I take the blame
for inspiring such a turn, but...

I find that hard to believe.

Believe what you must.

You obviously thought
I'd be set against you

to use this ruse
to get me here.

But believe me,

honesty would have worked.

- I think you should go.
- Why?

Oh, I can see you're not
done with me yet.

Trust me, Conrad.

When I'm done with you,

you'll know it.

(door opens)

(sighs)
(door closes)

(velcro rips)

(clicks and beeps)

That should be all
for today, Ms. Thorne.

Or should I say
Mrs. Grayson?

- Not yet, Don. Let's see how tomorrow goes.
- Thank you.

Hey, don't stress.

It's gonna be
the best day of your life.

(man) Yeah,
congratulations, Ms. Thorne.

- (Charlotte) Is it true?
- Hey.

- Are you really...
- Pregnant? (sighs)

We wanted to tell you
first, but...

I don't care about that.

- I'm just so happy for you.
- Hmm.

And I promise
to be a much better aunt

than maid of honor.

What are you talking about?

I just feel like
I haven't been very helpful,

to you or Daniel.

But I want you to know
that I have your back.

And if you'll let me,
your hands and feet.

Ladies?

(chuckles)
(chuckles)

- (woman) Hi. Hi, ms. Thorne.
- What is this?

It's the day before
your wedding.

You deserve to be pampered.

So you're getting
a mani-pedi.

Thank you, Charlotte. I love it.
(chuckles)

Hey, we're sisters.
It's the least I can do.

(chuckles)

(speaking french)
(telephone rings)

Merci.

Margaux Lemarchal speaking.

Ms. Lemarchal,
this is the concierge desk

at the Stella Hotel.

I'm terribly sorry
to bother you,

but... a bottle of Krug Brut
was ordered to your guest's room

by a visitor this afternoon.

- A visitor?
- (over the phone) Yes. Yes, ma'am.

Would you prefer that charged
to your room

or to Mr. Grayson's
personal account?

What the hell
were you doing?

I wanted him to pay,
so I was trying to trap him.

- And?
- I got nothing.

So you put my entire
story at risk?

And for what... A few dresses
and a quick accouplement?

(sighs)

He's not the man
I remembered.

Are you just playing me
to reunite with an old flame?

You're of no use to me
if I can't trust you.

Consider our arrangement terminated.

This stays with me.

Oh, you don't have much
left to cling to,

do you, Ms. Davis?

(bullet casings clatter)

(gunshot)

The time has come
for Victoria to pay

the ultimate price.

And I bring a gift
to help you do just that.

(thuds)

Ms. Davis will no longer
be a problem.

Turns out she was selling
her dirty Grayson secrets

to our resident Lois Lane.

Margaux.

But Lydia couldn't
help herself.

I caught her meeting
with Conrad.

Old habits.

I alerted Margaux
to her shifting allegiance.

But once Margaux's dispensed
with her, it won't be long

until Lydia's crawling
back to Conrad.

Let her.

It will keep Victoria distracted.

(clatters and clacks)
Well, it seems that she's, uh,

distracted enough, if you've
already got your fingers

on that bracelet.

And I'll slip it back
into Victoria's closet

before she ever
knows about it.

Once it's covered
in gunshot residue, of course.

Yes, I'm calling for
Mr. Harmon, please?

Well, do you have
a new contact number?

What about a forwarding address?

Nothing. I see. Merci.

(knock on door)

I despise people interrupting me
when I'm working.

Unless, of course,
they have a good reason,

and I've got a doozy.

Does this mean you've
reconsidered my proposal?

You wish.

No, I stand steadfast
by my statement.

You and everyone else.

Perhaps, as we say
in the States,

you are barking up
the wrong tree.

Unlike the rest of you,

I'm not so easily dissuaded.

The truth is out there,

and I won't stop until I find it.

Do me one favor.

Let me give you a lead.

I hope you haven't written
the chapter on me yet.

You may have sweet-talked
your way past the help,

but if you are here
to exact more punishment,

you've clearly forgotten who I am.

Seeing you, I've remembered
how much you mean to me.

And I've come to my senses.

I realize I shouldn't have
chosen Victoria over you.

I'll never do that again.

Well...

It seems we've both
made mistakes.

Then let's call it even.

Shall we?

(chuckles)

♪

You weren't lying when you said
it was complicated.

I never lied to you.

But you didn't tell me
that Emily was pregnant.

I didn't know what to say.

Well, now's your chance.

The moment I saw you
in the bakery...

all the feelings I once had
came rushing back.

And I fell in love
with you again.

Sara, Emily's having my baby.

We both know what a broken home
can do to a kid.

You know, I wish I could
tell you I don't understand,

that you're making
a mistake, but I can't.

(whispers) I'm sorry.

(voice breaking) This is the way it is.

We're just not meant to be.

(exhales deeply)

(exhales deeply)

Good-bye, Danny.

Sara.

This family is so predictable.

When threatened, each Grayson
has their own retreat,

like a turtle's shell...

Dad and his den,

you and this cupola.

Daniel's running trail.

Where's yours, Charlotte?

And please don't tell me
it's that bar.

I'm hoping it'll be
my new apartment.

Once this wedding
madness is over,

I'm moving out
of the Stowaway.

It's time I lead
my own life, mom,

just like it's time
for Daniel to lead his.

What we did with Sara
hurt them both,

and Daniel was better off
without us interfering.

We don't know that.

I do.

I saw the pain he was in
because of what we did.

I'm done meddling,

and it's time
you stopped, too.

It's tradition for a warrior
to have a drink of sake

before going into battle.

(pours sake)

(sighs)

(cup clatters)

Now close your eyes. Focus.

When coming to the end
of your journey,

it's important to reflect
on the start,

how you've changed,

what you've lost,

and what you've gained.

When you and I first met,

we had both lost so much

and faced immense pain.

But out of that pain
came something beautiful...

Love... A love that will
always triumph over darkness.

A love that I would
lay down my life for.

Amanda Clarke...

will you marry me?

Yes. (chuckles)

(laughs)

(laughs)

Our last name
is gonna be "Ross"?

(chuckles) Yeah. Nolan
insisted we be distant cousins

so that he can, you know,
come and see us

without attracting
any unwanted attention.

Mm.

His heart is even bigger
than his brain.

Mm.

I'm gonna miss him.

Well, I'll remind you
of that sentiment

when he's crashing on our sofa
every other month.

(laughs)

(cell phone rings)

(sighs)
(ring)

(ring)
Who is it?

(ring)

It's Daniel.
(ring)

(ring)

(ring beep)
I should get going. It's getting late.

Here.

It's just, you know,

one more night,

and then we'll never have to
spend another apart.

One more night.

- Thank you.
- There you are.

♪

I'll take two of
whatever you like

and a few minutes to talk.

This is a nice surprise.

What's up?

I had an interesting
conversation with Nolan.

Oh, yeah?

What about?
(sets down glass)

That there is more to Conrad
than you're letting on.

(bottle thuds)

- I don't know what Nolan said, but, hey...
- That was the extent of it, actually.

And that the story
I'm so desperate to tell

somehow involves you.

And if I care about you
as much as he thinks I do,

I should ask you about it.

So here I am.

♪

Don't be mad at Nolan, Jack.

He just wants
what's best for you,

as do I.

♪

Please. What is it?

♪

Conrad Grayson is responsible

for both the death of my wife
and my brother.

What?

And the secrets that you were looking
to unearth are the reason why.

I can't believe that, Jack.
I've known him all my life.

- I've never...
- He's a bad man, Margaux,

and he's brought me
a lot of pain.

Well, you could've
told me that.

I know you.

You're a fighter. I thought
you'd try to make him pay.

And since I've lost everyone
who's ever tried, I...

I didn't want
to lose you, too.

Look, I don't want to tell you
how to live your life.

But if you keep digging,

you'll put yourself in danger.

It's more than that, Jack.

Telling that story would mean
letting you go,

and I'm not willing to do that.

There'll be other stories,

but there is only one
Jack Porter.

(sighs)
(chuckles)

(footsteps descend)

Well, this is it.

Last chance to skip
this silly tradition.

It's not silly. It's nice.

The next time you see me,
I'll be walking the aisle in white.

What is it?

I keep wondering why
you're not bringing it up.

My mom said she told you
about Sara.

I didn't sleep with her.

Okay? I... I was...

confused and... and scared.

The last thing I wanted to do
was to hurt you,

and I am sorry.

Say something, please.

Is it over?

Yes.

Yes. I ended it with her because
you're the only one I want.

You're the only one
I want, too.

I'm all in.

With you...

and the baby.

I'm not going anywhere.

(whispers) Me neither.

What's all this?

Ah. This is our vast anthology
of event photography.

I had them fetched from storage
to provide some inspiration

for my memoirs.

and now that my muse
has returned in the flesh...

(whispers) my cup runneth over.

- Would you mind if I...
- No. Reminisce to your heart's content.

For tomorrow,

we begin our future.

(chuckles)

Mmm.

Everything's in place.

Daniel's on board.

Lydia's preoccupied.

The evidence is ready.

I think we're all set.

And you're engaged

to someone who knows
the real you.

Well done, cuz.

Couldn't have done it
without you.

I know.

Well, I guess I'm gonna have to
get a new hobby.

What are your thoughts
on spelunking?

(chuckles)

Good night, Nolan.

(beep)

(sighs deeply)

Good evening, Emily.

Victoria.

To what do I owe this visit?

Another empty gift box?
Perhaps one for the baby?

Oh, the time has run out
for such frivolity.

Your wedding is tomorrow,
and the game is over.

I've washed my hands of it.

Instead, I've found a place at
the main table for Nolan Ross.

He's welcome to my spot.

I won't be in attendance.

Congratulations, Emily.