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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...

Eventually,
someone's gonna find you out.

And I won't stop

until they've all paid the price.

He showed up the night
of Conrad's election.

I had no doubt that
he was my firstborn.

- Margaux Lemarchal.
- Pascal Lemarchal's daughter.

I'm a fan of all
of his publications,

- especially Voulez.
- That's why I've moved here--

To start the American version.

You have Huntington's Disease,
Governor.

You're responsible
for what happened

- to Conrad today, aren't you?
- I will let them suffer.

These are terrible people
doing terrible things.

Finish this,
then leave for good,

or I'll tell everyone
the truth.

Let's get married
before the end of the summer.

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

Looking to destroy
the girl next door.

It is believed
that original sin

can only be cleansed
by the waters of baptism.

But it is the sins that follow

that are not so easily
washed away.

And since forgiveness
of trespass

is only granted
to the truly penitent,

pure evil can never be erased.

We're miles away
from prying eyes.

I think we can proceed.

Proceed with exactly what,
Mr. Mathis?

Three days ago,
you re-emerge,

claiming a vendetta
against Emily Thorne.

I don't usually trust
people who tell me

exactly what I want to hear.

I'm not the only one
who wants Emily to suffer.

Well, that's rather extreme,
considering the two of you had

what amounted
to a summer fling.

Our history predates
the Hamptons.

There's a great deal
about that girl you don't know.

So now we get
to the heart of the matter--

You're in love with her.

She betrayed me in a way
you couldn't even imagine.

Or maybe you can...

As I'm sure David Clarke's
treachery lit a fire inside you.

Do not make inferences
to my past,

nor try to compel me
by straining to link David

with whatever Emily is up to.

Don't be so sure.

Once upon a time...

David Clarke attempted
to destroy your livelihood.

And now you've lost it

- at the hands of Emily and Nolan Ross.
- Neither one of them

has a monetary concern
in the world.

A scammer like Emily has,
uh, other motives.

- Why should I believe you?
- Because I did it with them.

But the moment they got
what they wanted,

I was summarily cast out.

So I want Emily to feel
that same kind of betrayal,

which means only one thing--
Teaming up with you.

We can make her pay, Victoria.

But you're gonna have
to trust me.

Trust is difficult
without proof.

Well, then you'll have it.

Is that Voulez?

Wow. Margaux must have made
quite the impression

to get you to read
what you called,

"a rag about nothing
but dresses and hair."

I shouldn't have judged
this magazine by its cover.

You know, it turns out
they have some significant

political and cultural pieces,
too.

Why the sudden interest?

Well, you know,
instead of going crazy

waiting around for
my Huntington's test results,

I'm grabbing the taureau
by the horns

and having dinner with Margaux
at Muse tonight.

I want to help her
run Voulez.

You really think
you could do this?

Well, I've always dreamt
of having a job

where I could be more creative.

I just have to bone up
on piping and scoop necks.

Unless, of course, my fashion-fluent fiancée

was by my side.

Of course. I'll call Muse
and make it dinner for three.

You're perfect.

That's it.

Oh.

Three days of moping
in the dark

- is the legal limit.
- I am not moping.

I am avoiding
the telephoto lenses

trying to document

how they think
the mighty have fallen,

which I most certainly
have not.

Booze in the morning
looks a lot like denial, Dad.

So does moving out
at your father's expense.

Look, you're here every day,

so why not just
save yourself the commute

from your friends' couches?

Well, first of all,
they have guest houses.

And I might have
to move back just to keep

a drink out of your hand.

I'm getting you through this,
whether you want me to or not.

You know, I may have used up
all my good luck on you...

And it was worth it.

Tell my driver where,
and he'll be happy

to provide you with
your drive of shame,

or... fame.

Bye...

You.

- Not even learning names now?
- Less mess.

Especially after my P.T.S.D.--

Padma, Tyler, sexual damage.

Just be careful
who you let come and go.

Until I find Daniel
a job in the city...

I need to be able
to trust you with this.

I had a feeling you'd be

uncapping that red sharpie
now that Jack set a deadline.

So... Who's next to get got
with red on their face?

Paul Whitley.

He was in charge of enticing
investors to Grayson Global.

My father saw him holding
closed-door meetings

with everyone
who eventually betrayed him.

So Conrad used
Paul's silver tongue

to sway the undecided?

I always wondered
how so many people

turned against a man
as good as your dad.

Now you have your answer.

- And I have my next challenge.
- Why?

Is he...
some untouchable c.E.O.?

He works for
an even higher power.

Father Paul?

You must be Emily.

So nice to finally
put a face to a name.

I could say the same.

This is my fiancé,
Daniel Grayson.

Conrad and Victoria's son?

Yeah.

I used to work for your father
a long time ago.

- At Grayson Global?
- Mm.

Wow, what a coincidence.

I don't believe much
in coincidence.

Couldn't agree more, Father.

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Then I did some
missionary work overseas

before being assigned
to St. Francis.

That's quite a radical shift
from the corporate life.

Why did you do it?

Well, I was there
for the David Clarke scandal.

And when he died in prison,

it really hit me
what greed can do to a soul.

So I looked out my office window
and all the way uptown,

and I knew that there were
millions of souls

on the street, tormented,
that I could help

in ways that I hadn't
helped him.

So I quit Grayson Global,
joined the seminary,

and ten years later,
here we are.

I'm sorry. I heard about

your father's
Huntington's diagnosis.

How are your parents
holding up?

Well, as good as could be expected,
I guess.

I take it you're not
in touch with them anymore.

They weren't exactly happy
with my exit from the firm.

Well, since you're officiating,
maybe this was meant to be.

- Hey, Father, do you-- Do you mind?
- Oh, go ahead.

Try her out,
take her out for a test drive,

see how she feels.

My gut tells me
you aren't the girl

that dreamt
of a big church wedding.

Yeah, I guess I just...

Always imagined
something much simpler.

The Graysons do pull you
into their world, don't they?

Something like that.

Imagine the look on his face

when he sees you
come down this aisle.

It'll be a dream come true.

So what do you think?

People gonna miss
the Salisbury steak?

- As someone who's had it, no.
- Huh.

Hey, Charlotte.

That's Aunt Charlotte.
Can you say that?

I didn't know
you were coming by.

I'm just making my rounds.

I check in on Dad
to lift his spirits,

and then lift mine
with this cute face.

Oh. Oh, Carl.

Calms him down every time.

Amanda was beautiful.

- Yeah.
- And there's Declan.

I keep thinking back
to the last time I spoke to him.

It's okay, Charlotte.

I still can't believe
they're gone.

And now Dad's dying.

How can such bad things
happen to good people?

- Mr. Grayson, please.
- Come on in.

Paul.

It's been a long time,
Victoria.

I was under the impression

that I had laid eyes on you
for the last time years ago.

Trust me, I had no intention

of ever seeing you
or Conrad again.

The Lord works
in mysterious ways.

You don't know?

Daniel and Emily have asked me
to preside over their wedding.

Tell me you're not
considering it.

I feel it's
the right thing to do.

- It's the reason I'm here.
- Why?

To shame us over events
best relegated to history?

To help put them to rest.

Oh.

Well, while I appreciate
your arrogance,

I'm doing just fine, thank you.

I wish I could say
the same for Conrad.

Well, you're welcome
to take a run at him.

But he's always viewed God
as a competitor.

Hey, Boss.

Oh...

Well, I haven't been your boss
since you quit

sometime last century.

Unless, of course,
you weren't talking to me,

in which case,
you should be aware

that He... is not here.

- No, I'm here to see you, Conrad.
- Oh?

And I think you may need me.

Oh, please,
do spare me the pious priest act.

The Paul I knew could sell
ice to an eskimo

and not be afraid
to get his hands

filthy in the doing of it.

I'm the same guy.

Just selling something
of higher value.

Selling?

Oh, God, of course,
that why you're here.

Look, I think you have been

more than adequately
compensated for your silence.

No need to remind me

of something that still
torments me.

Well, I could have tried
to tell you

that collar wasn't gonna
do you any good.

And I'm glad I didn't listen.

Well...

Hey, whatever you need
to sleep at night,

but, you know,
don't forget that unlike your flock,

I know firsthand that
that soul of yours

is... far from unblemished.

I asked for forgiveness.
I found peace in my penance.

And I'm here to suggest
that your Huntington's

is the Lord's way
of forcing you to do the same--

To atone for your sins.

Look, I will not impute
the genetic anomaly

with the acts of
a vengeful deity.

This is a matter of science,
not religion, Father.

You can believe me or not.

But I've seen
a lot of people suffer.

And when they do,
it causes them...

to look at who they'll be
when they die.

The act of acknowledging
your sins is terrifying.

But I've learned that
it's better to be

honestly unhappy
than dishonestly so.

Oh. Well...

Then you know what?
I'd like to confess

that I am honestly unhappy
that you're here.

Okay.

You can make fun.

But times like these
require support.

And something tells me
you're alone in this room

because you may not have it.

We may no longer see
eye-to-eye,

but I'll always
be here for you.

So you can imagine my shock
when a man parachutes

into the first party
I attend here.

Nolan Ross does know how to get attention.

Mm, and for good reason.
He's brilliant.

Unpredictable.

- On the cutting edge of fashion.
- Now you ask me,

Ross is what led
to my father's collapse.

Well, then maybe
we should ship him off

to meet mine.

Well, at least your father
gave you permission

- to bring Voulez to the states.
- Mm.

The name is the extent
of Pascal's generosity.

If Papa had his way,
his only daughter

would join the board of a charity
and get married.

Hmm...
It's not so bad, really.

Oh, my goodness.
No, no, no.

I meant nothing by that.
No, no, I'm sorry.

No, I think
I'm just preoccupied

with matters at hand--
Finding reliable advertisers...

and investors
with deep pockets.

Or you could just hire
someone to do that for you.

With my business experience,
we can make a good run at this.

My father attributes
two of his divorces

to the demands of Voulez.

I, of course,
attribute it to my father.

But I couldn't live with myself

if I took away
your first years of marriage.

I couldn't live with myself

if I prevented him
from pursuing a dream.

Why don't I leave
you two to talk?

Excuse me.

Charlotte?

- Nice to see you here.
- I came here to surprise Daniel and Margaux,

but you know what they say--
"Four's a crowd."

Is something wrong?

You were the only person I told

about my mother's
supposed affair.

Next thing I know,

it's gotten back to her
through Ashley.

I didn't say a word.

Ashley must have found out
some other way.

I mean,
you know how nosy she is.

You know, I used to defend you
when my mother would

go on one of her Emily rants,

but now I think
I'll stay quiet.

Charlotte,
I understand that you're upset,

but I didn't do it.

And anyway,
it's just a little bit of gossip.

A little bit of gossip?

Maybe you don't get
that even one tiny lie

can cause a lot of damage.

Charlotte, please.

You were one of the few people
left in my life

I felt connected to.

And now I don't know
if I can trust you anymore.

So thanks for the concern,

but no, thanks.

Mmm.

Hey, perfect timing, Ems.

I picked up a new hobby
working in the prison kitchen.

See, it turns out that, uh,
blueberry muffins

can calm even the most
sociopathic heart.

I should have one.
First I lose Jack for telling the truth,

- then I lose Charlotte for lying.
- Then take a breather.

Especially since the guy on deck
is not only a priest,

but practically
the Mother Teresa of the Bronx.

Got a library card
in lieu of wi-fi.

Every other takedown

had histories that read
like rap sheets, but...

All signs point to Paul
being a good man.

Well, my father
was a better man.

Right. The gospel
according to Emily--

- Sin unto others as you've had sinned unto you.
- Right.

This time, I just--

I kinda think you're going too far.

If-- If you cannot
forgive Paul,

- how do you expect to be forgiven?
- I don't.

Look, I have two months
before the wedding,

which means I'm not
pulling any punches.

Just check your soul,
Emily Thorne,

'cause once you start
taking down kittens,

I'm out.

Unhand my painting
this instant.

Uh, pay no mind to the lady
of the house, gentlemen.

- As you were.
- What do you think you're doing?

I was under the impression
that you had

at least a few more months
before dementia kicked in.

Charming.

Maintaining stables,

standing suites
at the South Fork,

and our yacht you've suddenly
grown fond of again,

actually costs money.

Auctioning off
one of the pieces

from your collection
this afternoon

will keep us afloat...
for June.

Oh, and when, pray tell,

will you be sacrificing
your Ferrari?

We can discuss that in July.
Unless, of course,

you've suddenly found
our stolen millions?

July it is.

Miss Thorne.

I decided to do some baking.

I thought I'd... share.

They're blueberry.

That's my favorite.
How considerate...

And ironic that my wife
is the only woman in this family

who doesn't care about me.

Excuse me.

Well, I met
your officiant today,

or I should say "re-met."

I really wish that you would
clear such things with me.

Oh, forgive me, Victoria,
but when I heard that

you and Father Paul
had a history,

I saw an opportunity
to mend another fence.

- Another?
- Well, like Patrick.

I imagine you want him to be
a part of our perfect day.

Oh, you're kind
to pour sugar on that wound,

but I prefer
to keep him separate.

Oh, well,
I suppose Patrick's used to it.

That is a shame, though.
I've never seen you so happy.

But considering
your family's current state,

I understand.
Who knows how they'd react?

Well, you're busy.
I should go.

Put that painting back.

I have another piece in mind.

They like you.

You know, this is where
Sammy came running up to you

a couple years ago.

Sometimes I wonder
what would have happened

if I hadn't brought him
to the park that day.

- I understand how you feel, Jack.
- Do you?

'Cause it keeps changing
for me...

Every time Charlotte comes by.

I hate myself
for going along with this.

That's actually why I stopped
when I saw you. I...

I'm worried about her.

Well, so am I,
but what can I do?

You're the source
of most of her pain.

Unless you're here
to give me permission

to tell her the truth.

I can't do that, Jack.

Not before the end
of the summer, right?

She won't talk to me,

but I know something's
not right.

I was just hoping that
maybe you would speak with her.

You really refuse to accept
responsibility, don't you?

She's your sister.

Tell me, when exactly
did punishing the guilty

become more important to you
than helping the innocent?

I gotta tell ya,

I was shocked to hear
that Fontana's "Monsoon #2"

- was on the block.
- Patrick.

Now why are you offering this
up to these vultures, huh?

- I mean, you love this piece.
- Yes, I do.

But the truth is we're, um...

We're having
financial troubles.

And now that Conrad's had
to step down from office...

Why didn't you say something?

You're going to think me
shallow,

but the world I live in,

if they sense
this vulnerability,

they will use it as a weapon.

So... I part
with the things I love.

Still not an easy sacrifice
to make, right?

It's easier than some others.

Well, quite frankly,

the final chance to see this piece
is not why I came by.

Well, that's why
I chose the Fontana--

because I knew you'd come.

Never doubt those
instincts of yours.

You know,
they're always spot on.

I know that my daughter
came to see you,

and it says a lot about her.

And it says a lot about you
for protecting her.

It's okay.

Family's complicated.

But my feelings for you
are simple.

And I am never going
to let another day pass

without you in it.

This is Father Paul.

Father, I need your help.

I don't know what to do.

Hello?

Father Paul Whitley.

Are you here?

A pleasure to finally meet you,
Ms. Lemarchal.

Oh, all mine, Mr. Johnson.

Richard, please.

Bonsoir, mademoiselle.

- Et monsieur.
- Thanks, Richard. Appreciate it.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Okay, first you find me
enough investors

that I can actually afford
a nice office space.

Then get the man
who made Page Six

interested in working
with us...

In the course of one day.

So when do I start?

I don't remember
offering you the job.

Oh, but you were about to.

Wow.

What's the reason we're not
staying in these offices?

My father's name
is on the building.

And he made it clear
my presence here is temporary.

Too bad. I could get used
to a view like this.

- This calls for celebration.
- I can't.

I've been summoned
to Southampton tonight.

Hmm.
You still have a little time.

Come to borrow
a cup of vinegar?

No, I wanted to drop these off

and welcome you
to the neighborhood.

We didn't get a chance
to talk the other day

after that little stunt
of yours.

Well, I couldn't wait
to be surrounded by

nothing but air after having been
locked up for six months.

And after your recent
legal issues,

how fortunate you were able
to purchase this place.

I know how long it takes
to thaw frozen assets.

In fact, I'm certain someone
with your technological prowess

would have no trouble
accessing bank accounts,

whether they belong to you
or not.

Although I love
a good shower of praise,

Victoria,
I don't know if you've noticed,

but, uh, my life is
a computer-free zone these days.

Oh, I see you've made room
for other things.

Now what could have made you
part with such a masterpiece?

And who knew you to be
such an art connoisseur?

- Well, I... dabble.
- In many things, no doubt.

Some, quite possibly,
unforgivable.

I should leave you
to get settled.

Charlotte.

I'm glad you're here.

Listen, I'm sorry
for what happened yesterday.

It's fine.
Let's just enjoy dinner, shall we?

- Your meetings must have went well.
- Yeah.

I waited for you at the house,
but I didn't want to be late.

Well, you know what
the traffic's like

getting out of the city.

So... Was Margaux interested?

She made an offer.
I told her I'd sleep on it.

A job with
a monthly publication?

I thought you'd want
a little stability.

Just worry about yourself right now, okay?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
Echoing the universal sentiment

that Huntington's should
occupy 100% of my thoughts.

Or maybe it's just that
it's everyone's eloquent way

of not having
to heed my opinions.

Well, I'd like to know
how you're feeling, Dad.

Pretty much the same, sweetheart.
Thank you.

Any idea why your mother

has called this
de facto family summit?

To introduce you
to someone special.

- Who's this?
- Our brother.

I gotta say I do miss
the Fontana in the stairwell.

Oh, wow.
Well-versed in modernists

and well-acquainted
with my home.

You are just full of surprises,
Mr. Osbourne.

- He was living here.
- Of course he was.

So no job?

Well, Patrick
is a freelance artist.

Oh, freelancing's not
a profession, dear.

It's a hobby one has
between bartending shifts.

And I could use another drink.

- You've had enough--
- I'll get it.

You know, after Nightline,
letters poured in from leeches

claiming to be her son.

How do we know you're not
one of them?

I have the, uh...

I could have swor--
You know what I did?

I left the D.N.A. test
in my other jacket.

He's funny. Well...

Don't think you've hit
the jackpot, buddy,

'cause we're broke.

Patrick is apprised
of our situation.

And as difficult as it may be
for any of you to believe,

there's some people driven by
motivations other than financial gain.

You know, perhaps Patrick
can float us a loan

from what's left
of the $5 million.

I mean, that is how you
sustain a life, uh,

thank you, uh,
freelancing, I imagine.

- What are you talking about?
- Mm.

When Patrick here
was of age,

he came and searched
for his mother.

And our general factotum,
Frank, paid him that tidy sum

to... disappear.

Wow.

The guy's name was Frank?

Mm.

Well, Frank showed up...

But he only threatened
to hurt me.

I never saw a cent
of that money.

And no offense, Mr. Grayson,

but my only fear coming
into tonight was that

you'd try to sic him
on me again.

Then I have two happy pieces of news to share.

First off,
poor Frank is deceased.

And I wasn't the one
who sent him.

That'd be your dear old mum.

You did that?

It's true.

- Excuse me.
- No! Wait.

When you came looking for me,

I suddenly became that
scared teenage girl again.

And I made the same mistake.

And I've only just begun

to make up for what
I've been missing.

And I swear to you
that I will go to my grave

to try to atone for those sins.

Now...

Patrick has done nothing wrong.

And for you to treat him
like this

is not only unwarranted--
It is unacceptable.

He is good, and he is genuine.

And I will be damned
if I sit here

and let you drag him
down to your level.

He is my son,
and that makes him family.

Well, then, here's...

Conrad, are you all right?

Aah! Damn it!

Look what you've done, Mother.

God, how can you be so selfish?

Springing Patrick on us
and riling Dad up.

- He's sick, and you could care less.
- Charlotte--

Patrick, if I were you,
I'd get out before it's too late.

Hey.

I still can't believe
my mother chose

to trot Patrick out yesterday.

Well, I'm sure
she had her reasons.

Why do I even care?

My parents are
rotten human beings

who continually disappoint me.

And yet I have this
innate need to protect them.

Because despite everything,
they're your family.

And when someone comes along
and threatens that bond,

you'll do anything
to defend it.

Is that why you haven't
mentioned the job--

- because it's in the city?
- The job?

You should take it, Daniel.

I'll be here to make sure
that Patrick

doesn't interfere too much,
and besides,

I'm sure Margaux
is counting on you.

She can handle herself,
believe me.

I'm just--
I'm just not sure it's for me.

Well, I'll leave it up to you,

- but just consider it, okay?
- Okay.

I'll see you later.

Morning, Patrick.

Emily.
What are you doing here?

Well, I had a meeting
with my wedding planner,

and she canceled last minute.

Then I remembered
that you were staying here.

I know that if I were you,

I'd want to talk to somebody
after last night.

The Graysons can be
quite a handful.

I'm well aware of your history
with my mother

and her family. So...

I can handle myself.

Please... Hey! Carl.

Hey! Carl!
Hey.

It looks like someone's in a mood.

He's been fussy all afternoon.

I tried to feed him,
I gave him a toy,

- I even tried the wedding video.
- Come here, come here.

- Nothing I did was good enough.
- Oh, buddy.

He's just tired.
He's just tired.

Yeah, tired of his auntie.

Clearly I'm not fit
for motherhood.

What?

You're being
too hard on yourself.

No, I'm not.

You don't know what I've done,
and I can't help but thinking

it's the universe's way
of paying me back.

What are you talking about?

If I had just told Declan
where I was instead of lying,

he wouldn't have come looking
for me at Grayson Global.

His death is all my fault.

Charlotte...

You've been blaming yourself
this whole time?

- It's nothing to do with--
- Jack, don't.

I don't deserve your pity.

I'm the reason
your brother's gone.

Charlotte, wait.

There's something
you need to know.

So your instincts
about turning Patrick

were a little off.

Kinda makes you want
to reconsider

taking down Father Paul,
doesn't it?

Tell me you didn't call me here

to talk me out of it.

Just finishing a little
home improvement project.

Nice, Nolan.

And... That's not all.

What are you doing?

"All I ask
is that you promise to do

"the one thing
that I was never able to do."

- Nolan.
- "Forgive.

"Keeping hate for the people
who betrayed me

"has brought nothing
but torment and heartache.

You deserve better than that,
Amanda. You deserve love."

Don't you ever go through
my things again.

Do you understand me?

I brought you into this

because I thought
you loved my father.

I do love him,
and I love his daughter.

- And I want to protect her.
- I don't need your protection, Nolan.

Wha-- Circumstances change, Ems.
You probably didn't think

you were gonna tell Jack
the truth

until this was all over.
But look what happened.

So maybe--
Maybe the best-laid plans

are sometimes meant
to be abandoned!

Maybe they're meant to be
carried out alone.

Oh, there's my girl.

I am not your girl.

You know,
despite all the horrible things

I heard about Flight 197

and what you did
to my actual father,

I hoped it wasn't true,
that you couldn't be that evil.

Uh, what are you saying?

You knew about the bomb that killed Declan.

Who told you that?

Do you have any idea how guilty
I feel over his death?

From the moment it happened,
I blamed myself.

It made me sick,
and I know that's why I miscarried.

- Oh, Charlotte, sweetheart, that--
- You watched me suffer,

while you sat on your throne
in the governor's mansion.

I'm done helping you.

Please, don't do this.

You deserve to die
miserable and alone.

"Our Father, who art in heaven,

"hallowed be Thy name.

"Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done,

"on earth as it is in heaven.

"Give us this day
our daily bread,

"and forgive us our trespasses

"as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

"And lead us not
into temptation,

"but deliver us from evil.

"For Thine is the kingdom
and the power and the glory,

forever. Amen."

- Amen.
- Amen.

And the next thing I know,

someone cracked me
over the head.

And I wake up an hour later
with an empty wallet

and a killer headache.

That's terrible.
What did the police say?

Oh, I didn't call them.

Whoever did it needed
what I had more than I did.

Let's talk about your wedding.

Well, I...

I hear you saw
my future in-laws.

I did... Until Conrad
practically threw me out.

I only hope he heard
a little of what I had to say.

I don't understand.
Why wouldn't he?

In truth,

the mistakes that we made--
in large part--

are why I changed my life

and try to change those
of others.

Hopefully,
I'll make a better impression

on your parents, Emily.

Um...

I lost my parents
when I was young.

I'm sorry. It must be
difficult planning a wedding

knowing that your father
won't be there

to walk you down the aisle.

- Yeah.
- If he were still here,

I know that he would be proud
of the woman that you've become,

and getting all the happiness

that he must have
wanted for you.

I'm sorry, Father.

Well, it's--
It's all right.

When one loses a parent
at a young age,

they miss out on a whole
lifetime of unconditional love.

Lucky for you,

I know where you can find
a little extra.

Hmm?

- Hey.
- Daniel.

- Look, uh, about yesterday...
- I'm sorry.

Obviously, I was mistaken.

The old Daniel
wouldn't have hesitated.

Now the new Daniel

picks up my dress
and hands it to me.

That's a first.

And I assume
he also has the class

to decline a job in person?

Let me choose
the Voulez office location,

and I'll take the job.

- That's it?
- That's it.

Well, you'd be
doing me a favor.

Where do you have in mind?

Montauk.

You want to make a splash,
we gotta be trailblazers.

Plus I have some holdings there

completely rent-free
and ready for rehab.

And it allows you
to be close to your fiancée?

It does let me be nearer
to my family, yeah.

And all the power players
we want relationships with--

That's where they summer, too.

This new Daniel Grayson
drives a hard bargain.

Exactly what I'm looking for
in a publisher.

I started collecting food
for the homeless on holidays...

- Hey, how you doing, Father?
- When I first came to the parish, but...

- Father Paul.
- Hey!

Now it's just grown
exponentially.

I'm hoping when
I become pastor,

I'll find a bigger place,
feed more people.

Oh, Christina!

Oh, my goodness.

- Here you go.
- So cool!

Overwhelming, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

Thank you, Father.

Excuse me.
There's something I have to go do.

Pastor, how are you?

Not good, Paul.
We need to talk.

- I don't understand.
- This makes no sense.

Aiden?

Checking up on my story
about Nolan Ross, were you?

Don't go behind my back.

I won't have you
jeopardize my plans.

Until you earn my trust,
Mr. Mathis,

I will take matters
into my own hands.

Now as I suspected,

Nolan is clearly
hiding something.

He's merely a pawn...

Like I was.

The deed... to Nolan's house...

With Emily's name on it.

She has your fortune.

What now?

Now you do something for me.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Conrad?

Emily.

Well, I guess it's true
what they say--

"A bride's work
is never done."

I haven't been
in a sanctuary like this

since I was an altar boy.

Are you here
to see Father Paul?

No, no.

Why do you ask?

Oh, uh...

He and I got off
on the wrong foot yesterday.

Well, I got off
on the wrong foot yesterday

with him, with Patrick...

Others I care about.

Do you know
if he's in his office?

I'm afraid he's gone.

There was an incident.

- He left St. Francis.
- Oh.

You know, I've always deemed karma

a concept created to lift the spirits
of the unaccomplished,

but recent events
have given me pause.

I've always believed in
the natural balance of things.

We reap what we sow.

Then harvest may be upon me,
Miss Thorne.

It's time for me to face
the punishment for my sins.

I'm sorry.
Please excuse my senseless prattle.

I should have accepted
Paul's ear

when I had the chance.

Isn't there anyone else
you could talk to?

I fear I have no one left
to listen.

I suppose I should take that,
too, as a sign.

Well, good night, Emily.

Come for this?

No.

You were right.

I knew you hadn't gone
full dark side. So...

You stopped the takedown?

I tried.
It was too late.

Well, what are you gonna do?

Fix it.

Because I think Father Paul
can do the one thing

I haven't been able to.

Convince Conrad to confess...

To everything.

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