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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.

Maybe your new financial advisor
can help you

find your way out of the red.

Surely, Aiden,
you of all people should know

the Graysons
are completely bankrupt.

Together we're going
to destroy that little bitch.

- Victoria took the bait.
- Thank you for coming back.

Well, I knew that
if you reached out to me,

I must be the only one
you could turn to.

My mother warned me
not to trust you.

Yet here you are.

Well, I like to draw
my own conclusions.

Amanda Clarke was my friend.

She knew what Conrad did
to her father.

I want you to persuade him
to confess.

I'm turning myself in
to the authorities.

If you get in that car,
I swear it'll be the last thing you do!

Father Paul!

Emily.

Conrad Grayson
involved in M.V.A.,

blood pressure--170/100,
pulse--120,

possible head trauma.
C.T. scan recommended.

Paul Whitley B.P.--
40 over palp,

possible spinal injury,

significant blood lost
at scene.

Please hold on.

You need to wait here.

Victoria, you're crying.

"Adam and Eve
Banished from Eden."

It's my first Randolph.

It's prophetic,

as Conrad was
the serpent all along,

dragging me to hell with him.

Now he's going to do something

to destroy me
and this entire family.

Losing our fortune
proved insufficient.

Now he's going to die
and leave me

with the shame of his sins.
God... have mercy on my soul.

You act like you're--
You're bound to Conrad

with no way out.

You are Vicky Harper--

The woman who made
an enviable life from nothing.

That's who I was once.

That's who you are now.

And I know that...

Because you and I are the same.

Now you have
everything you need

to change your life
right here in this room.

Sell this collection.

And we'll leave the Hamptons.

Oh...

I have tried to leave him
so many times.

But I can't abandon
Charlotte and Daniel

to deal with Conrad's mess.

My children need me
now more than ever.

Mrs. Grayson?

There's been an accident.

Hey.

You get a chance to look over
my remodel ideas, J.P.?

Success is all about branding.

Well, branding can keep
calling me "Jack."

But I did check 'em out,
and I'm down for a few changes.

What's all this?

Invitations to
the wedding of the century.

Maid of honor
reporting for duty.

I thought you were into it.

Emily and I have hit
a few bumps lately.

I'm trying the bygones thing

because she's marrying
my brother in eight weeks.

But sometimes, I swear,
I don't know the real Emily.

So are you thinking of asking
Margaux to the wedding?

I'm not going to the wedding.

Not going?

I need a little break
from Emily Thorne.

We're losing him.

Still in v-tach.

Charge again. Clear!

Come on, come on.

He's still in v-tach. Nothing.

Damn it.
Time of death--23:36.

Emily.

Any news? I...

I haven't heard much
of anything out here.

Um...

Father Paul's gone.

He went into cardiac arrest...

And they couldn't save him.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah, he was a good man.

He was taken too soon.

You know, Victoria didn't
say much about him

on the drive over here...

Or about Conrad,
for what it's worth.

- Have you seen him?
- No.

Daniel made it clear
I wasn't needed in the room.

He... said it was
family only.

- Ah.
- I know when I'm not welcome.

The Graysons tend to close ranks
in moments like these.

Just tell my mother
I'll be at the manor

if she needs me.

Please, try Charlotte again.

She must not have
got my messages,

as I'm sure she would be here.

Still, I'd rather she not
learn about my accident on...

Twitter.

Oh, and yet you were
so eager to air your confession

for all the world to hear
on the evening news.

It seems that
your father's dying wish

is to put a final nail
in the family coffin

by publicly admitting
to framing David Clarke.

That's where he was headed.

Why on earth would you confess?

Because my time with Paul
inspired a spiritual conversion.

Though
this near death experience

may have put an end to that
rationally conceived notion.

You better hope he survives,

because the doctors ordered you
not to drive with Huntington's.

Father Paul's dead.

I knew it was a bad choice.

He's very persuasive.

Look, I bought that Ferrari
new in '86.

It was a gift to myself
for cracking the Forbes 100.

Anyway, Paul and I
test drove it together,

and he really showed me
what that car could do.

Are you rehearsing the sob story
you're planning on telling

at your manslaughter trial?

No, my dear, I merely
want you to understand

how Father Paul came to be
behind the wheel

at the time of the accident.

What?

He wanted to relive a memory.

It breaks my heart
that I let him.

I will not be complicit

in your ridiculously
obvious lie.

And good luck
getting the authorities

to swallow this tripe.

Em... Em, you--
You were first on the scene.

What did you see?

The car was on fire.

Father Paul's body was thrown
about 15 feet in front of it.

And where was I?

You came up from behind me.

I was nowhere near the driver's
side of the vehicle, correct?

Yes.

Nowhere near.

You are my guardian angel,
Emily.

Lord knows
where I'd be without you.

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Well, the man's a survivor.

That's because Conrad
caused the accident.

I don't think he ever
intended to confess,

and he made damn sure
that Father Paul didn't either.

Yeah, I don't know, Ems.

I mean,
murder by auto accident?

Conrad is pretty psychotic,

but why would he risk
his own life?

Well, he's not afraid to die.

That's a side effect
of convincing somebody

that they've got
a terminal disease.

Can we just talk about
the elephant in the mansion?

That maybe the crash
was due to another

fake Huntington's
Em-isode?

I lowered his dosage yesterday

so he'd be healthy enough
to turn himself in.

- If Conrad had been too ill to drive...
- Hey-- Hey.

Don't blame yourself.

I need to find the car,
prove that Conrad was driving.

Can you get me
into the police database?

Um, with, uh, my library card?

Ems, tech time-out,
remember?

Plus I, uh, have my own Grayson
reven-genda this week.

Aiden, since you're living
at the manor,

keep your ears peeled
around Conrad.

And in the meantime...

Replace his medication
with these.

Maybe there's a chance
he'll still confess

if he thinks
he's at death's door.

Thank goodness Conrad survived.

With nary a lasting injury.

In fact, he's being released
from the hospital this morning.

How much more
can the poor man endure?

Trust me, Sheila,
that man will always rise above.

Oh, look at what you've accomplished.

Turning this into
the Hamptons' premiere gallery.

Having Victoria Grayson
as a loyal customer

helped cement
this gallery's reputation.

Oh.

I'm honored to have helped you
build your collection.

And I trust we've built

- a friendship over the years as well.
- Of course we have.

Well, I can only hope
that you'll help in turn.

I used to be an art consultant
many years ago.

And now that
I'm an empty nester

with a husband
incapable of working,

I was looking to reignite my passion.

Darling, I heard all about
your money troubles.

So are you offering up
your services or...

Asking me for a job?

It's the latter.

Well, then the job is yours.

And, of course,
we'll have a welcome reception

to fete your renaissance.

Oh, this announcement
will bring tons of traffic

into the gallery.

I trust you'll call
and invite all your friends

to come and see the new...
improved Victoria Grayson.

I will.

And thank you, Sheila.

I don't know how to repay
such a kindness.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Sorry to interrupt
your meeting,

but I needed to see you.

Um, can we talk about
the accident for a second?

Oh, perfect timing then.
This is Detective March.

He'll be handling
the investigation.

- Emily Thorne.
- Oh.

- Hi.
- Hi.

That's funny, because
I was the first on the scene,

- and no one's taken my statement.
- I already gave it to him.

Yeah, they're pretty clear
about what happened.

Yeah, seems there was
driver error

on Father Paul's part.

He just took the curve
too fast.

Lost control.

And for his quick response,

the Graysons are proud to
support the local authorities.

Well, then I guess
that's settled.

Yeah, it will be.
I'll see you later, okay?

Yeah.

Um, Miss Thorne?
Miss Thorne?

- Hey.
- Hi.

Did Mr. Grayson look
almost finished?

Because the magazine
launches next week,

and his publisher's bio
is due to the printer in minutes.

The profile introducing Daniel
to the readers of Voulez?

Exactly. And Ms. Lemarchal
will have me fired

unless I get at least
one personal detail about him.

Well...

I'd be happy to give you
a statement.

Nolan.

Patrick.

You know, for a guy
with an amazing pool,

you sure do spend a lot
of time at this beach club.

I'm just... trying to justify
the king's ransom

- I spend in membership dues.
- Ah.

So... What brings you
to our pristine shores?

Um...

The inevitability of the tide.

What comes in
must go out, right?

Thinking maybe it's time
for me to move on.

Leaving the Hamptons so soon?

You ever feel like
you don't belong?

Story of my life.

Enjoy the beach.

I'm gonna go for a swim.

Charlotte, dear...

Uh, could you...
Please call me back?

All I'm asking for
is a minute of your time...

What is it, Detective?

Oh, I had it moved off site.
Daniel didn't tell you?

Piedmont Salvage Yard.

Yeah, have it
taken care of quickly.

And, uh, don't call again.

Welcome home.

What the hell
are you doing here?

I just moved
into your pool house.

Oh, well, I just got off
the phone with the police.

- I'm happy to call them back.
- Why?

So you can have me arrested
on another trumped up charge?

Or are you scared?

Of being killed in my sleep
by a coward like you?

Damn straight.

Bianca, could you please inform
the staff that Mr. Mathis here

is to be denied access
to the manor?

And, uh, have the doors
to my suite and study

locked at all times during
his inevitably short stay.

Yes, Mr. Grayson.

So why don't you
go back to your cabana?

And then prepare to keep going
back over the ocean.

Well, if you still
ran this house,

I... might actually
be scared.

Conrad's car is at Piedmont Salvage Yard,

and you should know that

Daniel's in
the thick of it, too.

I know. I just caught him
giving my statement

to the officer
handling the case.

I don't know why
I'm surprised, but I am.

That's because no one
can be trusted.

Emily, look, I'm--
I'm sorry. I know this is

the closest you've come
to clearing your father's name.

I'm not giving up.

Well, at least--
At least take a minute.

Okay, I... I know you
well enough to know

that you're not okay.
Just...

Talk to me.

I'm fine.

I gotta go.

Hey.

Look, I just wanted you
to know that

I don't think
Conrad's gonna confess.

I'm sorry if I got
your hopes up.

Is this another one
of your plans gone sideways?

No, Jack. This is Conrad
getting away with murder.

You know what?
I shouldn't have come.

Hang on. Let me help you.

No. No way.

Emily...

This man has killed my wife.
He's killed my brother.

All I ever wanted is to find
a way to make him pay

for something.

Anything...

Look, Jack,
I need you to stay out of this.

Hey, it's Jack.

I need some info.

"And Daniel Grayson has always
risen above adversity

"to embrace new challenges.

"Following
a drunk driving accident,

"which nearly killed
his passenger,

"he saw it as
a wake-up call,

"joining then rising
through the ranks

of his father's company,
eventually running it."

Now this has gone to print,

and will be in every copy
of the first issue.

They wanted details making you

more relatable to the readers.

So you told them about
my D.U.I.?

What the hell
were you thinking?

I think it shows
how far you've come.

Oh, no, no, no. You're
a smart woman, Emily Thorne.

This was passive-aggressive.

Hell, this was aggressive.
You were--

- You were trying to hurt me.
- That's ridiculous.

Is it because I've been
too busy with work?

Is that why?
Come on. Give me a reason.

And I want the truth.

How dare you demand the truth.

You're right, Daniel.
I'm not an idiot.

I know exactly what
was happening this morning.

Oh, and this was
in retaliation?

Did you stop for a second
to think about

why I helped my father?

Does it matter?
It's disgusting.

I thought you were
better than Conrad,

but you're just as
wrapped up in his lies.

Yeah, right,
'cause you're such an open book.

- Where are you going?
- I'm not doing this.

You walk out that door,

and I'm not gonna be here
when you get back.

Then don't forget
to turn on the alarm.

Yes,
at the Sheila Lurie Gallery.

Oh, Jordan,
thank you for your support.

I'll see you then.
Bye, now.

Still making phone calls,
I see.

Well,
the more clients I secure,

the faster I'll be fiscally
independent from this marriage.

And I want that gallery
swarming.

Although I'm loathe to endure
the stares of friends

who relish my predicament.

Well, let 'em stare.

Then when you're back on top,
they'll kiss your ass.

Why don't you take
a walk with me on the beach?

It's where I go
to clear the cobwebs.

Oh, I would love to,
but I have invites to extend,

and I need to reach out
to Daniel and Charlotte.

I really need their support.

Patrick.

How to dig up your skeletons.

No.

Nolan.

No technology.

It'll only get you
into trouble.

Oh. Just... once...

Then I can stop.

I can stop anytime.

And if I can't stop,
then I can write a program...

That will make me stop.

Sweet chord of connectivity.

Come to papa.

- It's beautiful.
- It is.

And it's also
Victoria Grayson's.

So might I ask how
it came to be in your hands?

Oh, um... I'm her son.

Ah.

I had heard through
the grapevine

that Victoria's first born
had... resurfaced.

And now he stands here
intending...

If I catch your drift--

to fence one
of her more valuable pieces?

Well, I'm leaving the Hamptons,

and I could use
a little traveling money.

What can I tell you?

I'm a bastard
in more ways than one.

As much as I love it,
I simply can't risk

purchasing a piece
of this caliber

without the proper paperwork.

It's illegal.

Hey, how's the sultan enjoying
his Pollock, by the way?

I heard about your hobby
of, uh...

Somehow acquiring certain
rare and valuable pieces

and then privately
reselling them

to high-end
international buyers.

Unless, of course,
the grapevine was wrong.

You said it yourself.
This is a valuable piece.

How should we handle this?

You know, the more I know you,

- the less I know you.
- Jack, what are you doing here?

- You can't be here!
- And you can?

I'm not just gonna sit around

- and let Conrad get away with murder.
- Let me deal with him.

We can fight,
or we can get to work.

But I'm not going anywhere.

I think I found something.

I just took a video
of the entire car.

Look at the steering wheel.

That's housing for an air bag
that Conrad had installed.

Though it must have deployed
when the car hit the pole.

That's why Conrad
has burns on his face

and Father Paul doesn't.

This could really prove
that Conrad was driving,

which means that he had
the air bag

removed and destroyed
before they towed the car.

Jack, look,
just give me your phone.

I'll download the video
and take care of it.

- No.
- Jack--

I've been waiting for my moment

to make this bastard pay,
and it's finally here.

You can't do this.

There could be consequences.

You didn't think about that when
you lied to me for two years.

So either I get to tell
this truth...

Or the other one.

Your call.

Hey.

So...
What's the 4-1-1, hon?

I found proof.

Conrad should be arrested
sometime today.

Wait, wait, wait.
So isn't that good news?

No. Because Jack came
to the salvage yard last night

and demanded he do the honors.

I thought you promised never
to pull him into this.

I didn't.
He wouldn't listen.

Well, I'm not waiting around
for the fallout.

Where are you headed to?

Oh, just a... quick sojourn
to the sunshine state.

What are you all dolled up for?

A reception
at the Sheila Lurie Gallery.

It seems Victoria's
gotten herself a job.

So what, you're going to, uh,

support the working classless?

I did something rash.

Daniel didn't come home
last night.

I figure a public forum

is the easiest place
to make amends.

Are you sure you want
to be around Victoria

after what just happened
at my party?

It'll be fun to watch her
try not to lose it.

Lucinda, you know Victoria.

Yes, we've served on several
boards together over the years.

Yes. Well, I assume
you'll have no time for that

now that you're working.
How unexpected.

It's a coup for me.
Victoria knows her stuff.

She was my biggest customer
till just a few months ago.

Browse, Lucinda.

Excuse me, ladies.

When you said
you'd taken a job,

I had to see it to believe it.

Well, I'm asserting
a little independence

from your father.

And I can see it had
its desired effect,

as I hope you've come
to support me.

Yeah, Mom, I have.

- I'm actually proud of you.
- Oh, sweetie.

It's a beautiful gallery,
Victoria.

What are you doing here?

Well, I wanted to show
my support.

I feel terrible after
what happened at Nolan's party.

Well... I'll never forget
what you did to my reputation,

nor forgive.

Maybe in time.

After all, I will be
a Grayson in a few weeks.

Well, if you're looking for Daniel,
he's not here.

Maybe he's still
at the family suite

at the South Fork Inn.

Must be trouble in paradise.

Nothing we can't work out.

Well, thank you for coming,
Emily.

Feel free to leave anytime.

Well, since I'm here,
I thought I'd have a look around.

I'd love to give you
your first commission.

So... That's what's been
up with you.

You're having problems
with my brother.

We'll be fine.
Excuse me.

- Yeah, all right.
- Okay, well, thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

Detective March says
you're in the clear.

- Oh.
- The car has been demolished.

Father Paul's body has been
claimed by the monastery,

- and the case is officially closed.
- Well, let's toast to that.

I gotta head over
to Mom's reception.

I don't want to miss Emily.

We had a pretty bad fight
last night.

- Over what?
- Believe it or not,

she gave Voulez my D.U.I.
story for my bio.

You do realize that's a power play, son.

What do you mean by that?

Well, I presume you don't
consider my marriage

a paragon of excellence,

but the thing that's kept
the fire lit all these years

is that we know how to fight,
but not surrender.

Now you go to Emily now,

and you are admitting defeat.

I see your point.

Good, because...

I won't be around to dole out
these nuggets forever.

Then tell me the truth.

What really caused the crash?

Oh, I took the turn too fast.

I might have hit the clutch
instead of the brake

and made poor Father Paul
the first victim

of my Huntington's.

But you had the good sense
to help me cover it up.

I didn't do it for you.

I can't have the family
dragged through the mud

one week before
my magazine launch.

I'm finally making
a name for myself,

building it with hard work,
not legacy.

I have something to lose now.

This is Conrad.

The humidity here is awful.

You must be from L.A.

New York.

Damn it.
I'm usually right.

You know what I love
about the South?

People are so friendly.

It's a product
of Bible belt fear.

But trust me, there are some...

Less than desirable folks
around here.

Like your, uh... ex-husband?

Patrick Osbourne, right?

Who the hell are you?

If he sent you here--

No, he... He didn't.

I'm just... looking into him
for a friend.

Patrick is a user and a liar.

That's all I have to say.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
wait, wait, wait.

I need details.

Would, uh...

$20,000 change your mind?

I apologize in advance.

All hundreds.

What do you want to know?

This would be beautiful
in your home.

And an acquisition
at this price point

would be a major asset
to your portfolio.

Victoria, there you are.

While I applaud
your go-getter attitude,

one of the track lights
has been up for ten minutes.

I'll finish up with this sale.

Sheila, can we have
a word for a moment?

Excuse us.

Yes. Thank you.

I was going to do this later,

but I received a curious
phone call this morning

from a friend of mine--
Jordan Sawyer.

Does that name ring a bell?

Why?

Well, you brokered
the deal for him

to add a Randolph
to his collection--

One he knew I possessed.

Well, I can undo that deal.

But we still have a problem.

You sold a piece of art that I own.

Now you are seasoned enough
to know that

buying and selling art without
the proper ownership paperwork

is larceny.

You should know that
your son Patrick

brought it to me.

So if I go down,
then so does he.

And your family does not
need another scandal.

Oh, well, everyone knows
about our financial situation.

So I have nothing more to lose,

but you have
everything to lose.

What do you want, Victoria?

You always have an end game.

But I didn't have
an end game before this.

And not even when
I came to an old friend

to ask for a little grace,
a little mercy.

And I helped you.
I hired you.

No.

You took pleasure
in my family's hardships.

And you tried to humiliate me
with that little reception.

So when I found out
that you sold my art

behind my back,
that's when I developed an end game,

as you call it.

You disappoint me.

I'm calling the police.

Please. Please, please,
please, no, I...

Okay... While this started
as my welcoming party,

it's now your farewell
to the Hamptons.

so go out there
and tell everyone

that this is my gallery now...

Right after you
change this bulb.

Jordan got the Randolph
back to me in mint condition.

And our plan worked perfectly.

The gallery's mine.

See? I knew you still had
a little Harper in you.

You took a huge risk
just to make me happy.

Neither Daniel nor Charlotte

have ever made me feel
so special.

Sorry I haven't returned
your messages.

I just got back.

From handing over the evidence?

I've been burned too many times

by accepting what's
in front of me as true.

So before I turn this in,
I wanted to run it by Vince.

He's a mechanic.

We were right
about the air bag.

But there's something else.

This is
the brake fluid reservoir

in the trunk of Conrad's car.

And that is a puncture
that Vince says

could not have been made
by the impact.

Someone tampered
with the brakes.

That's what caused
the accident.

It doesn't matter
who was driving.

I thought I had him.
I thought I had him.

I have to go.

Conrad has news.

Oh. Keep me in the loop.

If I'm in danger again,
I'd like to know.

What are you doing here?
This is reckless.

Someone tampered
with Conrad's brakes.

That's what caused the crash
and killed Father Paul.

Aiden, I need to know
it wasn't you.

After everything I've done,
you still don't trust me?

You've gone rogue before.

Just tell me.

I didn't do it.

I came back here to help you
finish this your way.

Okay.

So how do you know

that Conrad's brakes
were tampered with?

There's proof.
But I don't have it.

Jack does.

Wh-- Porter? You-- You--
You went to him, but how?

Does Jack know
who you really are?

How long?

Since the night
of the election.

He was going to kill Conrad.
I had to protect him.

I'll explain later.
I'm sorry.

Well, I think Mark's father

had a huge influence on him.

Really? Oh.

- What's the news?
- I don't know.

My father insisted
we all be here, so...

Hmm. Unseasonably chilly
tonight, isn't it, Emily?

While I adore performance art,

why don't you just
get on with it?

I received a call
from the hospital today,

asking me to come back
for an M.R.I.,

which confirmed...
a shocking discovery.

I've been misdiagnosed.

And I do not, nor have I ever

- suffered from Huntington's Disease.
- What?

How did they explain
the symptoms?

Seems they were
brought on by stress

and the Huntington's
medication itself.

I realize now what Father Paul
meant when he said

that he'd been brought back
into my life

through divine intervention.

I mean, he was God's vessel
to show me that I'm meant

to live a long and meaningful
existence here on earth.

And Father Paul is now
doubtless in heaven,

having earned his wings.

Well, maybe
he's laughing at you

because you had to step down
as governor for naught.

I know I certainly am.

Well, being governor

merely distracted me
from my true destiny--

Leading this family.
And so the first step

is reclaiming
my rightful position

as master of this house.

You must be happy.

Your father's misdiagnosis
means you're in the clear, too.

We're going to have
one of those in a few weeks.

You sure you want it?

You questioned
the type of man I am

in print...
and to my face.

Sorry I questioned you.

If I had a family,
I'd do anything to protect them.

Daniel, I want nothing more
than to marry you.

Why?

I don't think you ever
told me why.

Because I love you.

Now come on.
Let's go home.

I'm gonna stay at
the South Fork again, okay?

- Daniel.
- See you tomorrow.

Where'd you say
you found my wallet again?

Well, I went back
to the beach club

after I saw you there
in hopes that

I'd bump into you again.

No bump, but, uh,
your wallet was there.

Lucky you, that I found it.

Why were you looking for me?

Maybe...
Because you intrigue me.

Victoria's mysterious son.

What on earth is he up to
in the Hamptons?

And... why is he always
in such a rush to leave?

What did you find out?

Something that
made me happy you stayed.

That was a bit presumptuous.

Um...

Look, I'm, uh...
I'm sorry.

I just thought, you know,
you showed up at my party,

and we saw each other
at the beach club,

that maybe we, uh...

We did.

Have mercy.

How about just a glass of wine?

Yeah... That, too.

So?

Well, you're not in any danger.

Conrad realized
that he's not sick,

and now he thinks he beat God.

I guess there's no beating him.

Emily?
What are you doing here?

I wanted to make sure
you got the news

about your father.

He mentioned that
you haven't called him back.

Yeah, Daniel already told me.
He didn't let you know?

Uh, he's still staying
at the South Fork, so...

I finished with
your wedding invitations.

Though you'll probably want
to save postage on one.

Here you go, Jack.

So much for your break from Emily Thorne.

Good night.

Night.

I can't believe you're still
going through with this.

Jack.

What are you...

You're planning on taking them
down at your wedding.

I don't want you to be there.

I deserve to be there.

I want to be there when
they get what's coming to them.

No, you don't.

Go back to your life, Jack...
To Carl.

You don't belong in this.

You know,
I don't believe I've properly

congratulated you
on your new amusement.

Well, it's more
than you're doing,

and it's my ticket
to freedom from you.

So get out.
I've got a lot of work to do.

There's that spunk
I fell in love with.

And I will leave
just as soon as you

describe to me
Mr. Mathis' exit plan.

So you have until breakfast
to remove him,

or...
I'll do it my way.

Now that would be unwise.

Aiden may be
the only hope we have

of stopping Daniel
from marrying Emily.

It seems that she has some
inexplicable weakness for him.

God, are you still chewing
that same bone, woman?

Use that tenacity to get him
out of my pool house.

You may want
to rethink that idea.

I looked into your accident.

And why was it your concern?

Because I don't like you.
And I thought maybe

you'd intentionally harmed
that priest,

but I discovered something
far more surprising.

Somebody tried to kill you
by tampering with your brakes.

And I have good reason
to believe

it's someone you know well.

And I imagine
I'm looking straight at him.

No, Conrad.

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Jack Porter wants you dead.