Revenge (2011–2015): Season 4, Episode 21 - Aftermath - full transcript

Emily's friends worry that she has gone too far as she sifts through the wreckage of her life.

Previously on Revenge...

I start chemo tonight.
It's lymphoma.

How's your daughter taking it?

You haven't told her.

Nolan: I've never met anyone
like you.

- I'm leaving.
- Where are you going?

- Los Angeles.
- Have you talked to Emily?

She loves you.

I told her I wouldn't wait.

The only thing stopping you
from choosing Jack is you.

I don't deserve him!



- But you deserve me?
- Ben, I'm sorry.

Jack's flight leaves
in 20 minutes.

What are you doing here, Mason?
We had a deal.

- Yes, we did.
- Everything changed.

Everything but you.

Louise: I can't get ahold of Victoria,
and I'm worried about her.

Something is not right
with her.

Mrs. Grayson,
what do you plan to do?

Something Amanda Clarke

never had the courage
to do herself...

End this.

This area is off limits, ma'am.

David: Amanda!

Amanda, oh.
Thank God you're okay.



I just got home.
I saw the flames.

- I was so worried about you.
- I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I just can't believe this.

What the hell happened?

Well, too soon to tell,
Ms. Clarke.

- Think it was arson?
- Anything's possible.

Investigators will be on site
within the hour.

Anyone else home at the time?
A housekeeper, a friend?

No, thank God.
The house is empty.

I'm very sorry for the loss, ma'am.
Pardon me.

All these years,
I thought about watching it burn.

I never imagined
it would be mine when it did.

There's nothing else
you can do here tonight.

Let's just hope
that it was an accident.

You stay with me now.
Come on, Amanda.

Let's go home.

Yeah.

Morning, sleepyhead.

Morning.

What's all this?

Well, I was up early.

Figured I'd scramble you
a few eggs.

No big deal.

Well, you should be careful.

A guy could get used to this,

and a guy could really
get used to last night.

Is that so?

Mm-hmm.

You know...
Healthy breakfast,

it's, uh...
It's just one way to start the day.

I, um...

I can think of a few others.

I love that idea,
but this will have to suffice.

Some of us
have to get ready for work.

Buzz-kill.

Well,
can't blame a guy for trying.

Bon app?tit.

Geez, Ems,
what's with all the...

Louise?

Did you hear about the fire
at Grayson Manor?

Of course.

Well,
tell me I shouldn't be worried.

About what?

I tried calling Victoria several times,
but she hasn't answered.

How odd.
She promised she would call me today.

But I still haven't heard from her,
either.

Well, we both know
she hasn't been herself lately.

And with everything
that Emily's done to her...

You don't think she had anything
to do with that fire, do you?

No.
Don't be ridiculous.

That was nothing more than karma
catching up with Emily.

It's about time.

As for Victoria,
if I haven't heard from her by lunch,

I'll go to the penthouse
and make sure she's okay.

What is that?

I don't know,
but it's Victoria's handwriting.

Nolan: Oh, wow.

And the landscape of the
Hamptons will never be the same.

That was always our goal.

How can you not be
a little upset by this?

This is your home.

This house belonged to Emily Thorne,

not Amanda Clarke.

And it was never a home.
It was part of a plan.

Yeah, a plan that almost blew up
in your face, literally.

Thank God that you went
to go stop Jack,

and I'm guessing
from his absence

that one of two things
happened.

I was too late.

I'm so glad
it was door number one.

That... That means
that you can talk to him

and tell him
how you really feel,

and if ever
there was a sign from God

to be free and move on...

I can't. Not yet.

I may have missed Jack, but...
I ran into an old friend.

Rather he ran into me.

Mason Treadwell.

What?

Crazy Capote is back.

I thought you had exiled him
to the Maldives.

Can't anybody follow
a simple revenge plan?

Oh, right.

You didn't when you
revealed yourself as Amanda.

He was furious
that I backed out of our deal

for him to write my story.

Well, what does he want now?

For you to give him
the old David Clarke?

Clear his name
so he can resurrect himself?

I was called about the fire

before I could explain to him that
that can't happen.

But I'm meeting with him today
to shut him down.

Man:
We've got a body over here!

What?

Victoria:
"My dearest Margaux,

I write to you today
filled with sadness.

And I'm afraid I will be
passing that sorrow onto you.

For that, I am sorry.

But as I now find my name
synonymous with hatred,

it's an identity
I can no longer bear.

I've lost the will to fight,
as the pain runs too deep.

I'm afraid that leaves
only one option

that may seem drastic to you.

Body's too badly burned
to identify.

But we found this
near the deceased.

Any idea who it belongs to?

I've decided to end my life.

Know that my heart is full of
love for you now and forever.

Eternally yours..."

Victoria Grayson.

So, what caused the fire?

I don't know yet, but...

What?

They found a body
in the debris.

I can't believe I'm about to say this,
but...

They think it
might have been Victoria.

The coroner's trying
to confirm right now.

- That can't be.
- I know.

They found the engagement ring
Pascal gave her, but...

What if she planted it there

to make it look like
someone killed her?

That's certainly in line with
something Victoria would do.

I mean,
this whole thing could be a hoax.

Ben: But it's not.

The remains were too burnt
for DNA,

so all we had to go on
were the teeth we recovered.

But the coroner checked
her dental records.

It's definitely
Victoria Grayson.

After... All the years of pain
that she's caused our family.

And she tried to cause more
by killing me.

And failed.

Ben: Actually, you're wrong.

We got a call
from Margaux LeMarchal.

Victoria left a suicide note.

She wanted to die
in Grayson Manor.

Yeah, that house was a symbol

of everything the Grayson name
stood for...

Wealth, power, status.

She simply wanted to die
in the place she cherished most.

And to take back
what I had taken from her.

Ben: I'm here because
I have one question.

How did she bypass
your security?

I've seen behind the curtain,
remember?

So has she.

She managed to steal
some information from us.

Nolan's specs on my alarm

must have been
among the things she got.

Well, at least this war's over
between you two.

I'll be in touch
if we have any follow-up.

Uh, thanks for letting us know.

- I really appreciate...
- I was just doing my job.

I was dispatched to the scene.
That's all.

Ben,
it doesn't need to be like this.

Doesn't it?

You made your choice.

Oh, I like that.

You have to build that one taller.
Good job.

You know,
I was just thinking about how great it'll be

to do this
in the middle of winter.

Not that I won't have my own
less impressive place by then.

You know you can stay as long as you want.

Careful what you offer.
I just might take you up on it.

Oh, I'm counting on it.

I still can't believe
I have you both out here.

After I tried to convince
you last year,

I had to reconcile myself

to the fact
that it would never happen.

Jack, I'm so proud of you.

I'm glad you decided
to put the past behind you.

Yeah, it just feels right,
you know?

Fresh start's
exactly what we needed.

Now I'm just gonna
have to compete with actors

for bartending jobs.

At least until I get on my own feet again,
you know?

Hey, buddy.

Jack,
you're gonna want to see this.

Woman: Here amid the rubble
from last night's blaze

at what was known
as Grayson Manor.

East coast society circles
are abuzz this morning

with news that Hampton
socialite Victoria Grayson

was a casualty
in the deadly explosion.

- Oh, my God.
- The house belonged to the Grayson family

for more than two decades

before being purchased
by Emily Thorne,

who just last week revealed
herself to be Amanda Clarke.

There was a long history of tragedy,
heartache, and scandal

among these ruins.

Just six weeks ago,
Daniel Grayson...

I thought you'd want to know
right away.

Ding dong, the bitch is dead.

Victoria Grayson has actually
taken her last breath.

Hmm.

It's hard to believe, but...

Coroner confirmed it.

And she lit the match herself?

I got to say
I did not see that coming.

A guilty conscience
can be a powerful thing.

So...

What does the world sans
Victoria Grayson even look like?

Revenge-free.

And I didn't even
have to snap her neck.

I still can't believe
you didn't hear the explosion.

Well, I was entertaining...
A guest.

We were making our own noise.

Tony?

Emily, I think...

I think I'm falling for him.
I know. I know.

What would you say if
I asked him on a little vacay?

Somewhere far
from the Hamptons.

- Too soon?
- No, I'd say go for it.

Don't hold back, Nolan.

That's what I did with Jack,
and look where it got me.

And I have a private jet
at your beck and call...

If you want to fix that.

And I will.

But first I have to deal
with Mason,

and knowing him,
I'm probably gonna need your help...

So don't pack your bags just yet.

I had to fly in disguise
and in economy to get here.

Sit with the common man,
catch the common cold.

I'm not happy about it,

nor am I happy about your being late,
Ms. Clarke.

Well,
I had a few problems to deal with.

Ah, yes.

Yes,
I heard your house went up in flames.

Tragic.
Gee, I wonder how that feels.

- Look, Mason...
- The good news is that your biggest problem

died in that fire,

though I always thought Victoria
would first burn in hell,

not in the Hamptons.

But now it's time to focus
on me

and clearing me
of killing Gordon Murphy

before I, too,
become a white-haired man.

Things have changed.

When I made that promise,

I was planning on taking
the blame for you

and running away
from here forever.

Still a great plan.

Don't give up on yourself.

Look,
I'm not gonna put myself at risk.

My father is alive now.

I finally have the chance
to be happy, to...

Try to have the life
I always wanted.

Well, who knew that a side
effect of happiness is naivety?

I want the life I deserve.

Then name the place,
and I'll set it up.

I'll get you a new identity,
everything that you want.

Has Amanda Clarke forgotten

Emily Thorne already dangled
that rancid carrot?

You think I was happy
in the Maldives?

It's sinking into the ocean,
for God's sake.

Oh, and have I mentioned

that while water rose
above my ankles,

I started writing another tome?

I'm calling it
One Big Lie: The Amanda Clarke Story.

It'll be your word
against mine.

Think about it.

A book written by a dead man.

People will eat that up.

It's sure to blow the lid
off this good-girl image

you tricked people
into believing.

At the very least,
it'll open up a police inquiry.

It'll haunt you
the rest of your days

and destroy whatever
Norman Rockwell life

you think you're going to have
with your father.

You have two days
to clear my name,

or I send the first 50 pages
to publishers,

newspapers,
and Homeland Security.

Your move, Amanda.

Jackie boy.

Hey, uh,
thought I'd give you at least 24 hours

without any Hamptons drama.

It's kind of hard to avoid
when it's all over the news.

Nolan: Don't worry.

All things considered,
Ems is doing okay.

Jack: I'm not calling
about how she's doing.

I'm calling about what she did.

They're saying that Victoria
committed suicide.

But please tell me
that this isn't just

some sort of poetic end
to Emily's revenge plan,

that she's not that far gone.

No, of course not.

No, Vickie did herself in.

And she left a note and her
chompers behind as evidence.

Besides, you know Ems would
never go death squad on anyone.

I'm not sure
what I know anymore.

Uh, well,
our favorite ex-revenger

just walked through the door.

Want me to give her
your regards?

I have to go.
I'll be in touch.

Was that Jack?

Um... Yeah.
Well... He had to run.

You know, Carl was crying.

You don't have to lie, Nolan.

I know why he's angry with me, and...
I'm gonna fix it.

- But first, I need your help.
- Mm.

Is there any way to create some
kind of pre-dated paper trail

from Conrad Grayson
to his lawyer?

Something that proves that
Conrad killed Gordon Murphy

and framed Mason for it?

So,
our pal wouldn't take no for an answer?

Well, yeah, I mean,

I could create a mountain
of phony documents,

but what makes you think
the U.S. Attorney's Office

wouldn't be slightly suspicious
about where they came from?

Eh, leave that to me.

Carl's down for his nap.

Thanks.

Quite a day, huh?

I still can't fathom the idea
that Victoria's gone.

That woman changed the course
of my life.

She stole my husband.
She... Drove me to drink.

She ran me out of town.

You're not the only person
whose life she destroyed.

Right.

How is Emily, anyway?

Is she responsible for this?

Carl's bedroom
is right upstairs.

I couldn't help but overhear
your conversation with Nolan.

He said
that her hands are clean.

Why do you have to know?

Huh?

I worry that Emily
still has a hold on you.

You don't have to.

I'm not going back
to the Hamptons.

There's nothing for me there.

Not anymore.

Martinez: Mrs. Grayson
must have been

in a lot of pain
to do such a thing.

Terrible tragedy.

My condolences
on the loss of your home.

Well, strangely,
that's what brings me here today.

How is that?

I was salvaging some of
my belongings from the wreckage,

and I stumbled upon...

A hidden compartment
in the floor of my den.

I would never have seen it
had it not been for the fire.

And inside of it

was this fireproof box

filled with documents
belonging to Conrad Grayson.

There's no end
to that guy's secrets.

Well, I'm no lawyer,
but it seems that Conrad was up to

way more than this office
was even aware of.

I figured
you'd want to see these.

Thank you, Ms. Clarke.
We'll investigate further.

The D.O.J. takes anything
regarding Mr. Grayson very seriously.

Just trying to do my part.

It's done.

I'm pleased to hear that.

You won't be in hiding
much longer.

The U.S. Attorney
is holding proof

that Conrad killed Gordon Murphy
and framed you for it.

I smell a posthumous pardon,
don't you?

In the meantime,
stay out of sight.

Oh, not to worry.
I've become a master at playing dead.

I'll contact you when it's time
for your official resurrection.

Oh,
I anxiously await your call.

You were right.

Being here in Victoria's home
around her belongings,

it does help a little.

How did I miss this?

I knew she was in a dark place,
but...

The pain she must have been in

to do something like that
to herself.

It's not your fault.

Besides,
I'm still not entirely convinced.

I've been in and out
of mental institutions

for most of my life,

and I know suicidal tendencies
when I see them.

She didn't show
any of the usual signs.

Oh, Louise.

It's normal to look for answers
at a time like this.

But we read her note.

She was resolute
in her decision.

Was she, though?

I mean,
I saw the date book on her desk,

and she scheduled
a mani/pedi for next week.

Now,
why would someone with a death wish

worry about their cuticles?

Just doesn't make any sense.

Death rarely does.

I'll get us a refill.

Margaux!
Come quick!

Someone forced this door open.

Oh, my God, there is blood.

I think someone broke in here
and attacked Victoria.

We need to call the police.

I knew it.

This wasn't a suicide at all.

This was murder.

Hey, is Nolan here?

Should have been here
an hour ago.

You monster!

You killed Victoria
on the same spot her son died.

- How could you?
- Louise, I know you're broken up

and you're trying
to pass the blame,

but I had nothing
to do with this.

Victoria's death was ruled a
suicide by the police. It's over.

Oh, that's yesterday's news.

Now they're calling it murder.

And with my help,
it's only a matter of time

until they prove you're the one
that attacked her in that garage.

This again? Let it go, Louise.
It wasn't me.

But that wasn't enough for you,
was it?

- You had to go and kill her!
- You are crazy.

This is nothing but fabrications and lies.
I'm leaving.

Huh,
I wonder who that could be.

Hamptons' finest, perhaps.

Not as crazy
as you thought I was.

You will pay dearly
for what you've done,

and I will be the first
on the stand to testify to it.

Hi.

I just, uh,
got called into the police station.

Apparently,
Victoria's death is now considered a homicide.

Yeah, they called me in, too.

I think they're just
covering their bases.

Dad,
is there something you're not telling me?

What do you mean?

If there is a reason
for an investigation,

we are the prime suspects.

And I can't have anything bad
happen to you right now.

Nothing bad is gonna happen.

I promise.

Where were you last night?

I was working on my boat.

By myself.

Please tell me someone saw you.

A passerby on the pier, anyone?

I believe you,
but the police might not.

I was, uh,
below deck fixing the alternator the whole time.

Come on.

Let's get going.

Wow.

Seeing you like that,

definitely thinking
somewhere tropical.

What do you mean?

I'm considering taking
a much-needed vacation,

and...
Pi?a coladas for two

sound a lot more exciting
than pi?a coladas for one.

Really?

I know it's crazy-fast for us
to be travel mates.

It's almost like I'm asking you
to shack up or something,

which I'm not...
I mean, at least not yet.

I don't know. Maybe someday...

Okay.
And I'm gonna shut up now.

You're cute
when you're nervous.

Then I must be the cutest guy you've ever seen.

Well, as it happens,
I also like you...

A lot.

And I can't think of a better
way to spend my vacation days

than relaxing on a beach
with you.

Aw. Work.
I got to go.

Oh.

There is one caveat, though.

I'm more of a Tequila guy.

But I'm confident we can work
past our differences.

You worried about your dad?

- Of course I'm not.
- Good.

Because we need to focus on you
for the moment.

Do you really think I blew up
my house to kill Victoria?

Well,
there was certainly no love lost

between the two of you,
and it's pretty clear

that someone overpowered
her in her penthouse.

And when would
I have done that?

The last person to see her
was Ms. LeMarchal

early in the evening,
which gives you time.

And if not you,
I'm sure one of your band of merry men

could have taken care of it,

much like you all covered up
Daniel's death.

So, where were you around 8:00
the night of the explosion?

I was with you at my house.

- And after that?
- You know where I was.

Are you really gonna
make this personal?

The sooner you answer
the question,

the sooner we can move on.

- I went to the airport.
- And did you catch Jack?

- Is that relevant?
- It is if he's your alibi.

I missed him.
His plane had already taken off.

So,
no one can actually corroborate

that you went to the airport.

This is gonna be hard to believe.

Um...

Mason Treadwell can.

The Mason Treadwell who died
in prison last year?

So, a corpse is your alibi in
the murder of your sworn enemy?

No, look,
he showed up at the airport.

Believe me,
I was just as stunned as you are.

- I'll call him right now.
- Please, knock yourself out.

Woman: The number you have
reached has been disconnected.

Please check the number
and dial again.

Dead man didn't pay
his phone bill?

- I'll find him.
- I hope you do.

But in the meantime,
did anyone else see you with Mason?

Jimmy Hoffa?
Amelia Earhart?

Come on, Ben. No.

Look, I saw him again yesterday.
He's keeping a low profile.

We...
We talked in my car.

Great.
Give me your keys.

If what you're saying is true,
then you should have no problem

with me checking your car
for Mason's fingerprints.

Fine.

Can I go now?

You can leave the room.

Just don't leave town.

What are you doing here?

I was called back
for questioning.

Apparently when you leave town

the night someone
you openly hate is killed,

it looks a little suspicious.

They already talk to you?

Well, when someone you openly
hate dies in your house,

mm, also a little suspicious.

Jack,
I had nothing to do with it.

- I wasn't gonna...
- No, you were.

I don't blame you.

It's just this whole thing, it's...

It's hard to imagine.

You know,
when I heard about the fire...

I'm just...
Glad you weren't home.

Why didn't you say goodbye?

Mr. Porter.
They're ready for you.

I should...

Jack.

Come by the beach house later.

Please.
I need to talk to you.

As soon as I'm done here,

I'm on the next flight
back to L.A.

Goodbye, Amanda.

Harris: Did you follow up
on David Clarke's alibi?

Yamada:
Yeah, it checks out.

Spoke to a doctor who confirmed
he was at Suffolk Memorial.

Hey.

And there he is.

Margarita for you, sir.

Pi?a colada for me.

To our differences.

Too much salt.
I should have asked.

It's not that.
It's just...

I can't go on a trip with you.

Because the drinks
are so good here,

why leave the beach club?

Um...

A few months ago,

I started adoption proceedings

through
the foster-care system.

I was told it could take months,
maybe even years,

which is why
I hadn't told you yet

and why I thought
I could go on vacation.

But...

I found out today
I'm getting a baby.

Wow.

That's exciting. I...
I mean, congratulations.

- Thank you.
- Soon?

Yeah.
Like... In two days.

I have so much to do,
I don't even know where to start.

Okay, um...
We're not leaving town.

We'll drive into the city,

and we will stock up on
all the swag a single dad needs.

That's what I need to talk
to you about, Nolan.

The thing this single dad needs
is to be single.

I would love for us to work,
but becoming a dad...

I've wanted this
for a long time.

And while it both excites me
and terrifies me,

it's something I know
I need to give 100% to,

and, in doing so,

our relationship would
get short-changed,

you will be
short-changed.

No, no, no, no, no.

Okay, um...

Tony...

Despite appearances...

I can be
pretty low-maintenance.

I promise.

I'm sorry, Nolan.

It wouldn't be fair to you
or to me or to my little boy.

Well,
I wish I'd met you a year ago.

Me too.

Goodbye, Nolan.

Bye.

The car picked us up
around 7:00.

By 8:30,
we were in the air.

Okay, I'm gonna need
the name of the car service

and that plane's tail number.

I get that the timing
of my departure seems curious.

A guy lives here
his whole life.

Spur of the moment,
moves to California

minutes before Grayson Manor
goes up in flames.

Yeah.

I could have answered
these questions over the phone.

But we both know
those calls are recorded.

So, what did you
really want to ask me?

Did you help her?

Of course not.

Look, I'm doing you a favor
by keeping this off the record

because you and I both know

that you have helped Emily
cover up things in the past.

I need you
to be honest with me here.

Well, then let me be clear.

I had absolutely nothing to do
with Victoria Grayson's death.

I was with my family
the entire night.

And has Emily said anything
to you about what happened?

Look, the only time
I've spoken with Emily recently

was a few minutes ago
when she assured me

she had nothing to do
with this.

Now, let me ask you a question
off the record.

Isn't this a conflict
of interest?

You working on a case that
involves your girlfriend?

You don't know?

Know what?

We broke up the night you left.

She ran to the airport
to stop you.

You won, Porter.

She chose you.

Amanda.

What are you doing here?

Dr. Fogel,
chief of oncology.

That's who corroborated
your story the other night.

Why didn't you tell me?

The other day when you
came by my house

and told me
that everything was over

and that there were no more
battles to be fought,

I saw a look in your eye

that I haven't seen
since I've been back,

since...
Since you were a girl.

And I wasn't able to
destroy that.

You don't have to protect me.

I know I don't have to.
But I want to.

Look, it's a form of lymphoma.

The good news is
they got it early,

and I'm getting
cutting-edge treatment.

Everything's gonna be fine.

How are you feeling?

Oh, you know, I'm okay.

Tired, but I'm okay.

Well, better now that you know.

Sorry I kept it from you.

We're in this together now.
That's all that matters.

All right.

What do you say
we have a movie night?

I'll go get some popcorn, and,
uh, we'll meet at the house.

Sounds perfect.

How's it coming?

We are just about done,
Detective.

- You find any clean prints?
- A bunch.

We'll run them through AFIS,
see if we get a hit.

Also, found a few strands
of hair with follicular tags.

Great.
Check everything.

Louise: What's that
stage of grief

where you want to
throttle someone?

I can't be sure.

I'm starting to feel
as if that's my baseline.

I feel so helpless.

We're just sitting here
like lame ducks

wallowing in our grief
while she goes on with her life.

Did you give your statement
to the police?

Yes.

I told them Victoria
feared for her safety.

But Amanda, she's...
Slippery.

She didn't even bat an eye
when I accused her

of killing Victoria,
and I know she did it.

I have to do something.

Oh, I'm one step ahead of you.

What is all this?

Something I should have
done weeks ago.

Victoria came to me asking
to use my media outlets

in her case against Amanda,
but I refused.

Something I will always regret.

Margaux.

Now,
this won't bring Victoria back.

But I'll be damned
if I don't use every resource

at my disposal
to make this right.

Hello?

The wheels of justice
move swiftly.

I just received a news alert
that my name has been cleared.

Well done, Amanda.

I have been calling and calling.
Where the hell are you?

Oh, just following orders.
Staying out of sight.

Remember, innocence aside,

in the eyes of the world,
I'm still six feet under.

Well, I'm gonna need to

resurrect you
as soon as possible.

You're my alibi
the night Victoria died.

Ooh. Tough break.

'Cause I have no intention
of seeing you again.

Ever.

Consider it payback

for all the hell
you put me through.

How does it feel to have
the Louboutin on the other foot?

I know you, Mason.

Sooner or later,
you will get tired

of whatever rock
you're living under

and your ego won't
be able to resist the urge

to announce your glorious return
to the living.

Don't hold your breath,
unless you have

a Victoria Grayson-level death wish,
that is.

And speaking
of our dearly departed,

Victoria had one final request
before killing herself.

She asked me to pass along
a message to you.

That's right.

After your scintillating
TV tell-all,

I reached out to the one person

who'd been screwed
harder than me.

See you never, Amanda.

Victoria: Hello, Amanda.

I'm sending you this message

to tell you that I'm ending
your game of revenge.

By the time you receive this,

I'll no longer
be among the living.

But I would be remiss
if I didn't thank you

for that brilliant idea I found
on that flash drive of yours.

Just as you were planning
on making it appear

as if I had murdered you
on your farcical wedding night,

I'm going to make it appear

as if you murdered me
in your own home.

The only difference...

You never actually had the guts
to kill yourself.

But I do.

So I suppose that makes me
the victor in our little game,

but then who's keeping score?

Enjoy your life in prison,
my dear.

May you suffer greatly.

Ben: Hold it right there.

- Ben, listen to me.
- Amanda Clarke, you're under arrest

for the murder
of Victoria Grayson.

Victoria set me up.
We just have to find Mason Treadwell.

The Mason Treadwell
you claim was in your car?

- His fingerprints were nowhere to be found.
- That's impossible.

But we did find hair follicles
and traces of blood

- belonging to Victoria Grayson.
- What?

Cuff her.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will

be used against you in a court of law.

Mason put that stuff in there.
He was working with Victoria!

Let me reiterate you have
the right to remain silent.

I recommend you do so.

She planned this, Ben.
I didn't do it!

Can't you see?!
I didn't do this!

Please find Mason!

- Emily. What's happened?
- Jack.

I didn't do it.

She planned this.

That bitch set me up!

I'm innocent.