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Previously on Revenge...

Divorce suits you.

Your charms won't work on me,
Pascal.

Not this time.

I have no intention
of merging our companies.

What if I got you the one thing
you've always wanted?

I have everything a man
could want.

Except Victoria.

I sort of gave
my parole officer your address.

He's this millennial
computer genius from prison.

I have no intention
of going anywhere.

Yet this property
belongs to me.

It's time to show our fathers
what we're capable of.

Care to join me?

Faking a pregnancy
to force Daniel into marriage.

Your dirty,
little secret is out.

Mrs. Grayson!

I had to create a public break
from the Graysons.

- What's "TWM"?
- My mom said she never knew who wrote the letter.

- It was European.
- Pascal is a part of this?

Yeah, I think he is.

Addiction --
an impulse that, once indulged,

is impossible to pacify.

Even when starved,
the hunger survives.

First the Dolce & Gabbana.

And now Georges de La Tour's
"The Fortune Teller"?

It's your favorite, no?

At the Met where it belongs.

I thought you'd like to enjoy it
for a month or two.

I cannot be bought --
especially by a man

whose reputation for romance
is reckless.

The result of
a lifetime of mistakes.

You don't know me, Pascal.

Or what I want.

A love that will always
triumph over darkness.

A love that I would
lay down my life for.

At least you've moved on
from the note to...

Other unsolvable riddles.

Have you heard from Aiden?

No.
And I don't expect to.

He's honoring what I wanted.

Well, I've been
trying to do that, too.

I hacked into
the LeMarchal mainframe,

but wading through every file

of Europe's
largest media conglomerate

for the letters "TWM"
is just gonna take eons.

It definitely can't be
"the white-haired man," right?

It fits, but...
I am pretty sure that

that nickname
was a "Nol-riginal."

Well, I can't wait any longer.

What are you gonna do?

The letter's not enough
to incriminate the Graysons,

but Pascal has a piece
of the puzzle that I don't,

and there may be more.

So if I can get close to him,
gain access --

Then you can finally
finish the puzzle.

Hey.

Hey. Working hard?

The Voulez gossip tip line

has pretty much
become a Pascal tracker.

Does that mean Emily's
dropped off the radar?

Yeah.
She's yesterday's news.

Though I'll never forget
what she did to you.

To us.

Emily lied to our entire family,
Charlotte.

Including you.

You'd think
she'd just leave town,

instead of staying here and
making things harder for you.

Which is why
we're gonna return the favor

- and go after her friends.
- We?

- I don't know, Daniel.
- No, no, no, no. Look, look, look, look.

You helped me figure out
what Dad was up to.

Now we can put those skills
to an even worthier cause.

Okay.

But Jack isn't involved
in all this.

I want to keep it that way.

Fine.
Porter's off the table.

Okay.
I'll see you later.

"Former Hamptons royal
Stevie Grayson

"created her own drama
at the opera

"by arriving on the arm
of her secret son,

local tavern owner Jack Porter."

It's a great photo of us.

You're not upset?

I assumed you wanted it released
on your own terms.

It was.

I told the photographer.

I have seen how secrets
are used as leverage.

And considering you're about
to own Grayson manor,

the last thing I wanted to do

was give Conrad or Victoria
any ammo.

I still can't understand how
you could be married to that monster.

Conrad wasn't always
so terrible.

We met on a blind date.

He was so relaxed and charming.

We ended up
having such a great time.

We went
to the airport and --

and took the first flight
to anywhere.

You know,
trying to picture him like that

is nearly impossible.

No, it didn't last long.

But he's not solely to blame.

- You don't have to defend him.
- I'm not, Jack.

You've never seen me drunk.

And thank God you never will.

All I said was

"The Fortune Teller"
is her favorite painting,

and you had it designated
on loan to her?

I thought you knew Victoria
better than

to make grand gestures.

I thought you were a man
who could keep his promises.

I am,
but to erase your soiled past

from Victoria's memory
requires a slow burn.

Just give it time.

Well, don't waste mine.

Make it happen,
or you can forget about our partnership.

Just relax, Pascal.

We'll both get what we deserve.

Anything else for you,
Monsieur LeMarchal?

Another Montecristo.

My apologies, sir,
but we just sold our last two.

Je serais heureux de partager.

Mrs. Grayson.

Or should I say Miss Thorne

after last week's excitement
at the opera?

Emily is fine,
if I may call you Pascal.

I'm aware that many of my
news outlets thrive on scandal,

but I have no interest
in becoming one.

Well, then at least, may I?

Merci.

You after a discharge, solider?

Because it looks like

you just shot yourself
in the foot.

Not at all.

Just changed tactics.

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To Victoria.

Back in our midst
and back on the market.

Oh, I don't know about that.

Pascal LeMarchal?

He was rather dashing
at the opera.

Didn't you two date
before Conrad?

It's a regrettable mistake
of my youth,

one that I'm loathe to repeat
or discuss.

Well, I was just happy
to hear that Daniel

has finally broken
his pattern with Emily.

I still cannot believe

that that girl
faked her pregnancy.

And everyone believed her!

Except you, Victoria.

You were suspicious
from the onset.

Oh, I still am.

Emily Thorne
is a plague on our homes.

And since she seems
determined to stay,

I would appreciate if you would all
keep an eye on her for me.

You can count on us.

Anyone who is an enemy of yours

is not long for this world.

Oh, there's another one.
Excuse me.

Get out of my house.

Oh, your house?

Well, this placard
I intercepted at the front door

augurs otherwise.

Stevie's not gonna let up.

Neither will I.

Why are you here, Conrad?

You know, I'd heard rumors
that there was a certain

de La Tour original
gracing the foyer.

It's a shameless volley
from Pascal that I returned.

Oh, good.

Because the idea
of you with that man

makes my blood boil.

Well, that almost
makes him appealing.

However, your opinion

is as inappropriate
as this intrusion.

I would think you would be
bothering your first ex-wife

over her recent
public revelation.

Um...

- Revelation?
- Oh, Conrad.

All the morning newspapers
you flip through,

and you always skip page 6.

You sizing up the competition?

Not exactly.

They want me to be
their new editor-in-chief.

- Mm-hmm-hmm!
- In Rome.

Wow.

I didn't, uh -- didn't know
that was something you wanted.

Oh, no, it's not.

No, I mean,
this is an amazing opportunity.

But all I really want
is Voulez.

And you.

Then you're a lucky girl,
'cause you've already got both.

Well, this magazine
will never be mine

as long as my father
is in the picture.

I get it, Margaux.
I do. But...

Rome?

No, I know. I know.

That's why I won't take it.

I love you too much.

And I can't wait to start the
next step of our lives together.

No, I...

I can't let you
just throw this chance away.

You need to
seriously consider it.

I don't know.

I don't know.
There's so much to think about.

Being away from you.
Leaving all this.

Passing on the opportunity

to finally cut ties
with your father.

Are you sure
we could handle this?

No.

But... I know
that I couldn't handle

keeping you from something
that might make you truly happy.

Those sticky fingers of yours
certainly paid off.

Pascal's coin?

It's a poker chip

from an ultra-exclusive table
in Macau.

The buy-in
is $1 million.

So Pascal's a gambling man.

I guess I'll have to
earn his respect

by beating him at his own game.

So, what's next?

Adventures
in Babysitting? Really?

All right, well,
what about your -- oh.

...Most embarrassing
moment ever?

I just got a contender.

Javier, my wannabe bestie,

this is Emily,
my actual bestie.

Are you two gonna
hit up Atlantic city?

I have a new method
to beat roulette

I am dying to try right now.

It was nice to meet you,
Javier.

- I'll talk to you later, Nolan.
- Mm-hmm.

What is this?

A program to hit on girls
while you're under house arrest?

No. It's actually a prototype
of what I'm working on.

See, it built
an interactive avatar

based on someone's
social-media profile

and my predictive logarithms.

And since Charlotte Grayson

is famous, scandalous,
and pretty,

she has quite the
size-6 footprint to work from.

Watch.

Charvatar, honey, um...

Which neighbor do you
have the most in common with?

It was Emily.
Now it's you.

Oh. Well, I see.

It's a program
designed to inflate your ego.

Mm.
It only speaks truth.

A Harvard buddy of mine
is the perfect guy

to help us
deal with your father.

It's a bit of a risky move,
but...

Yeah, actually, Daniel...

I've changed my mind.

Vito Splendido
made me an offer,

and I'm thinking
about taking it.

Huh.

Well, I expected other magazines
to try and poach you.

- I just didn't expect you to give up so quickly.
- I'm not.

I started Voulez
to break free from my father,

but he won't even
let me have that.

Margaux, come on.
We can push him out.

I'm sorry, Daniel.

My only hesitation
was leaving Jack,

and he encouraged me to go.

Char. Could --
could you come here a sec?

I was just trying to remember.

When you managed to help Emily
get all her memory back,

how did you do that?

I didn't.
That was Jack, remember?

Of course.

My bad.

And he asked you to sneak him in here,
too, right?

What are you getting at?

Just that Jack
seemed to put a lot of

behind-the-scenes effort
into Emily after the shooting.

- Yeah. He's her friend, Daniel.
- Is that all?

Because I just think it's odd

that he's trying to
push you to leave

now that Emily's single.

Daniel, stop.
Don't listen to him.

You're trying to manipulate me.

No, I'm just trying to
get you to open your eyes.

Jack is doing exactly
what your father always has --

what's best for him.

It's time to do
what's best for you.

Miss Thorne?

Pardon the late intrusion,

but I prefer
the intimacy of hand-delivery.

I wanted to invite you to an event
that I'm throwing tomorrow --

a Monte Carlo night
for charity.

I doubt
you'll be able to resist

considering
it allows you to indulge

in both your favorite
virtue and vice.

Let's see.

All of the proceeds
go to Recherche d'un Remède,

of which you are
a founding member, no?

And it happens to be a cause
that's dear to my heart.

Because of your image issues,

I'm afraid
you're not the best person

to help me
fight childhood leukemia.

Well, there are two sides
to every story, Pascal.

As there are two sides
to every coin.

So you are a liar and a thief?

There's so much about me
you don't know.

Come to the party,
and you'll find out.

Hey.

Another ex-Mrs. Grayson.

I'd say "welcome to the club,"

but I don't care much
for the other member.

So, how does it feel?

- Liberating.
- Hmm.

And, uh,
thank you for your old files.

I hope it spurs something new
to help clear David's name.

You let me know
if you need anything else.

Well, actually, I was wondering

what you could tell me
about Pascal LeMarchal?

Conrad and him
seem to have quite a past.

And not just in business.

Pascal actually
dated Victoria first.

I don't know what happened,
but when I got out of rehab,

she was with Conrad,
and Pascal was history.

Hmm. So was I.

- Look who's here.
- There's my big boy.

You want to go
look at the boats?

- Let's go look at the boats.
- Yeah. That sounds fun.

- Emily, excuse us.
- Yeah, of course.

You okay?

Yeah.

Except Margaux
was offered a job in Italy.

It killed me,
but I encouraged her to take it.

It's what's best
for her right now.

Does that mean that
you're leaving, too?

We haven't discussed it yet.
Maybe.

I -- though I am
buying this house,

so it'll be long distance
for awhile.

Guess I'm joining the club,
huh?

Uh...

Actually,
I ended things with Aiden.

You were ready to spend
the rest of your life with him.

What -- what changed?

I did, I guess.

I was going through a lot.
Too much.

And, of course,
I pushed him away.

Even though you still love him?

If you want to be happy
when this is all over,

- you need to tell him.
- I can't.

The Emily Thorne that I know
can do anything.

Thanks.

Daniel, please!
Charles Hayworth?

That would be like dating
your father all over again.

You're the one
who stayed married

to the guy for 25 years.

And look how well
that turned out.

You have to admit,
you did build an empire together.

Well, which seemed important
when I was your age,

but it's the last thing
I'm looking for in a man now.

Yeah? What are you
looking for, then?

Uh...

Someone who would
take the time to understand me.

- Well, that's no easy feat.
- And it shouldn't be. Come on.

I heard Pascal made
a little play for you earlier.

Well, he has much to learn

if he ever hopes
to win me back.

I'm sorry. "Back"?

You two dated?
How did I never hear about this?

Did you ever really want to know about
your mother's dating history?

God, no, but Pascal?

Oh, well, by the time
I went to Paris on scholarship,

I was 16,
and I had no one then.

We met at the flea market,
believe it or not.

He was working a booth there.

And, um...

There was just
something about him.

We were crazy about each other.

Pascal taught me how to trust.

And? What happened?

Well, my visa
was only temporary,

and I had to
return to New York.

It seemed like the end of the
world to both of us at the time.

He sent me an orchid
for every day we were apart.

Well, he must have
been smitten.

Hmm, or he was
assuaging his guilt.

I flew to Paris
to surprise him,

and I caught him
with another woman.

Ah.

That's why you don't want to
deal with him now.

Well, we all make mistakes
in our youth.

Don't I know it.

Looks like Emily's
making her next move.

She's hosting an event
tomorrow night.

This is for Pascal's charity.

Now, what do you suppose
she wants with him?

There's only one way
to find out.

What are you doing here?

- Thanks, buddy.
- Yeah.

I, uh -- I waited at your place
for a little while.

Your neighbor said that
I could probably find you here.

He was nice.

Yeah, well,
people are happy here, Emily.

What do you want?

Well, I thought that maybe
you'd have some insight.

Insight?

Okay.

So you --
you broke our agreement,

you tracked me down,

you flew all the way out here
to Bermuda for insight?

Can't you just admit
that you came to see me?

So, I wanted to see you.
I'm sorry.

Maybe I shouldn't have come.

I miss you.

Well, that's what happens
when people part.

It's called moving on.

Aiden,
can't you just hear me out?

I wasn't myself.
You know that.

And I'm not Nolan.

You can't just
give me the cold shoulder

and expect me to come running
to save you the next day.

I've done all I can for you.

We're on our own from now on.

Margaux!

I just spent two hours
with an Interpol agent.

He received an anonymous tip

that I was using Voulez
as a tax shelter!

I can see
how that might be a problem,

since it's illegal.

Do you realize the damage

an investigation like that will do?
Huh?

Not only to me,
but also to you!

Me?

I am just the silly daughter
of the great Pascal LeMarchal.

Who could believe I was involved
in such devious plans?

Now, as it turns out,

Daniel Grayson is a friend
of the Interpol agent.

And we would be quite happy
to make your problem go away...

If you give me what I want.

When I arrived here,
I was worried

for my little girl
swimming with the sharks.

Now...

I'm more worried
for the sharks.

Voulez is yours.
I'm out.

And Conrad, too.

He was the only reason
for your visit, after all.

Not the only reason.

Well, I hope
I'm not interrupting.

Just filling out
the final paperwork

to make your old house
my new one.

Are you drunk?

I'm fine.

I heard your other news.
About Jack.

Is it true?

It is.

It hits harder than I expected.

You know, at first,
I thought...

"Is he mine?"

But then I remembered that
by the time you got to rehab,

we were already
sleeping in separate places.

Me in our bedroom, and you

wherever you happened to
pass out that night.

The pain that I felt...

Leave it to Conrad Grayson
to make my addiction

and unplanned pregnancy
about him.

It happened
while we were married.

To think that
I'd be unaffected is naive.

Just as naive as blaming me
solely for our divorce.

I have never done that.

No, we share the blame
for what we became.

But I never suspected

The Stowaway was anything
but a refuge,

but to hear that you...
had a child...

- with another while we were married?
- Conrad...

Come on. We planned on
having children of our own, and you...

Well, it's abundantly clear
why you didn't come to me

to make amends
during your 12 steps,

but that doesn't
excuse the lie.

I was your husband.

I deserved to know.

You're right.

Has Mr. LeMarchal
arrived yet?

You just had to wear red.

I guess I'll be
betting on black for the night.

I'm surprised you'll be
betting on anything,

seeing as I left the name
"Grayson" off the guest list.

Oh, honey,
I don't need guest lists.

Or have you already forgotten
the doors I opened for you?

You were a nobody before me.

Quite the turnout for
an event hosted by a nobody.

Trust me --
people are only here

to see the car wreck
that you've become.

Once the blood
is hosed off the pavement,

they'll be on their way.

How did you afford all of this,
anyway?

Thank you for reminding me.

In all the drama
of the divorce,

I forgot to return this.

Margaux, hi.

Emily.

Daniel, come.
We should be celebrating.

Yeah.

You invited your ex?
Awkward.

Of course I didn't.
His arrogance is unmatched.

Well, except, of course,
by the French.

Speak of le diable...

You've clearly caught his eye.

Prove you can play at his level,
and you'll have his ear.

Time to ante up.

What is going on
between you and Emily Thorne?

I had no idea

it would take jealousy
to get your attention.

I am trying to help you,
as I know your proclivity

is to chase the first skirt
that flares at you.

Can't we move on?

Yes, let's stay in the present.

Emily is playing you
like she played my son.

But I'm not your son.

Pascal, there you are.

- Victoria.
- Emily.

I've reserved a high-stakes
table for the two of us.

Care to join me?

Very tempting.

But I had a different opponent
in mind tonight.

Try your hand at poker?

- I would love to.
- Great.

Emily...

I've found you
someone you can compete with.

Shall we?

Yeah, let me get, uh...

...Some on 8...

22, 19, 9, and 4.

You just bet my birthday.

No kidding.
You're a Leo?

Next you're gonna tell me

that you love
'80s teen movies and sashimi.

- I'm Charlotte.
- Javier.

Why haven't I seen you
around before, Javier?

I just moved here.
Spent the last couple years upstate.

College?

Prison.

Ooh.

Should I not have said that?

No, I'm glad you did.

Your honesty is refreshing.

As is your attitude
towards ex-cons.

How about you let one
buy you a drink?

I would, but the powers that be
won't let me have one.

Javier? A word?

So...

...you tweaked
the transmitter.

- You did say I was genius.
- No, no.

Correction.
I said your program was genius.

You, on the other hand,
are proving exceedingly stupid.

My God, to think I was actually
considering a partnership.

- Hold up. Are you serious?
- I was.

But, I mean, this little stunt

is making it
very hard to trust you.

I will stay put from now on.
Promise.

Just give me one --
one second. One.

So, uh, I got to run.

But instead of that drink,

how about
I just do you one better.

See you around, neighbor.

Winner -- 22!

Wait. You won.

Don't I know it.

6. Coming up 6.

Coming up 6. Coming up.

Oh!

Yes! Pay me.

All right!

Good job. Good job.

Jack!

I forced my father
out of Voulez.

- It's all mine.
- That's great!

That's exactly what you wanted.
How did you do that?

Well, Daniel and I
came up with a plan.

My father didn't know
what hit him.

Daniel?

Are you sure he has
your best interests at heart?

I couldn't have gotten
my magazine back without him.

He's not the bad person
you think he is.

- You don't know him.
- Yes, I do, Jack.

We've been friends
since we were 10,

which is longer than I can say
for you and Emily,

who it seems has
quite the reputation herself.

Trust me. Emily's nothing like
what the papers are saying.

Maybe you're just blinded
by your feelings for her.

What are you talking about?

Is she why you're so eager
for me to take a job in Italy?

Of course not! Why --
why would you think something like that?

Okay. Forget it.

Forget I said anything.
Come.

Come celebrate with me.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

All right, well,
Carl could use a new pair of shoes.

And a college fund.

There she is.
Just in time.

- I could use some good luck.
- Oh, come on, man.

Jack, it's fine.

Come on!

Whoo!

Yeah!

Once...

I gave Jack up,

I wanted to
make it work with you.

But I'd been away for a year,

and Victoria had stolen you.

So I didn't have my husband

or my son,

and I just --
I fell apart again.

I hated you for leaving me.

But now I realize
that I drove you away.

I loved you, Steph.

We had our demons --
maybe I still have mine --

but we had some...

Very good years
before they took over.

I know.

I regret having involved you
in my affairs yet again.

If there was any way
I could extricate you

from this new battle with Victoria,
I would.

No good can come of it.

Two good things did --

Jack and Carl.

Which only highlights
our separate paths.

I hope we can move on.

Leave this mess behind us.

I agree.

When all is said and done,

I am truly happy for you,
Steph.

Conrad, wait.

It's time
I put something to bed.

Pascal, you can get
the paperwork started, mon ami.

I've got Victoria's trump card.

The last card.

And the winner tonight is...

My charity, of course.

And the river.

Queen of spades.

The bet is to my left.

$120,000 to you.

Oh, Emily,
I'm afraid you'll have to fold.

You don't have enough
to match the bet.

I think Daniel's engagement ring
should be enough to cover it.

I call.

You've been bluffing

since you set foot in the Hamptons.
Why stop now?

Well, maybe I like to
try to throw you off your game.

Cards, please.

Three queens.

For once,
she wins legitimately.

Shall we settle up?

Yes.

You have quite an impressive poker face,
Miss Thorne.

You've been playing me
from the start.

Why would you say that?

I think you're far smarter
than the public knows.

And I brought you here
'cause I believe

your interest in me
is only professional.

If I'm wrong,
I'll wish you good night.

Well, you caught me.

So...

...let's
get down to business.

My short-lived marriage
to Daniel provided me

access to the Graysons'
deepest and darkest secrets.

And you're looking to cash in?

Something like that.
Provided I can be sure you're an ally.

An intriguing offer.

I like that.

But why come
to a friend of Conrad's?

Because you're friends second,
competitors first.

And I don't know about you,

but I make it a point
to collect dirt on my rivals.

We have more in common
than I expected.

You've got a deal.

Should we discuss details?

Pascal...

I feel that I've put
a considerable amount of energy

into getting your attention.

And now that I have it,
I think it's your turn to get mine.

Thank you for the drink.

Hey.

I sent the sitter home.
I hope it's okay.

Of course.

Actually, I'd rather see you
after the night I've had.

What are you doing here?

I had a bit of a tough one,
too.

Conrad came by my suite.

What did he do?

Believe it or not...
He just wanted to talk.

It took me back to a time
that I left behind long ago.

Not an easy thing to relive.

I thought you said
your marriage wasn't all bad.

When it was bad,
it was horrendous.

Especially when my drinking
got out of control.

The fights
we used to get into...

And when that would happen,

the only thing
that would get me through it

was a couple dozen drinks.

So... are you okay?

I will be.

I just need to
get a good night's rest.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Okay.

Good night.

I received your gift.

And this one
I haven't come to return.

Dare I ask how you did it?

And show my hand?
Never.

Just as you didn't
show yours earlier.

You let Emily win.

I wanted to see how committed
she was to her next move.

You're tracking her.

I'm hunting her.

Then you'll be
interested to know

the only thing
Emily wanted to discuss

was your family's secrets.

And for you,
I will find out why.

I'm grateful to you, Pascal.

Despite my marriages,
my dalliances,

I still remember
the night I lost you.

It's the blond dragon.
My favorite.

It's thought to be extinct.

Almost.

I'm sorry.

I will never betray you again.

I know the sting of betrayal
all too well.

And I'm not one
to forgive and forget.

But I'm willing to try.

So...
Pascal was Nixon'ing you?

I knew there was
a camera in the room

when my phone
picked up interference.

A cheap,
French imitation whalecam.

While I was
trying to get him to talk,

he was doing the same to me --
on tape.

Hmm. Guy's good.

And he's not working alone.

Look, I don't have proof,

but I've been studying
Victoria's face for years.

She folded the winning hand.
I'm sure of it.

What, so you're saying
the queen lost on purpose?

I think she wanted me
to get close to Pascal.

Well...

That means
Frenchy's a dead end.

Along with his mainframe.

I completed my "TWM" search

and came up with...
Nada.

I'm kind of sort of
out of ideas.

I've got one.

- Aiden.
- This isn't about you, Emily.

It's about this.

"TWM" is Trevor Warren Mathis.

Pascal was talking
about my father.

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