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Previously on Revenge...

Agent Rebecca Stone,
Homeland Security.

I've been undercover

building a case
against the Graysons --

You'll wear this wire.

We'll watch your every move

until you get a confession
from Conrad.

I think Pascal is talking
to Homeland Security.

The only person he has
to offer up is Dad, right?

Pascal has been
talking to the feds.

Pascal...

Watch out!

I tried to warn him,
but it was too late.

No, no!

- Who wrote this?
- I have a guess.

It can't be David Clarke.

Digital stamp from
a local post office tracks to...

A cabin in the middle
of the Berkshires.

So, this really is just some
sicko trying to mess with me.

Let's go before he comes home.

Seized...

Confined...

Captive.

Six years of my youth
were spent that way.

- No!
- Cooperate and you'll be fine.

In juvenile detention,
many lost hope.

For me, being locked away
was an impetus for revenge

and for the vow
that once I got out,

I would punish those
who took my freedom.

Did you get it?

Everything we need.

Remember when I used to drag you
here as a little boy

to go bird-watching?

You hated it.

I actually loved those times,
Mom.

Ah.

Well, enjoy their songs
while you can, Daniel.

They'll soon be taking off
for warmer weather.

Everyone leaves.

Pascal didn't choose to go.

I still can't get
the horror of last night out of my head.

Conrad will pay
for what he's done,

as will Emily Thorne.

Why do you think
she was involved?

Just before he went
with your father on the roof,

Pascal shared a look
with Emily,

and it was as if she was
ordering him there.

Yeah,
the Homeland Security agent

that Pascal was working with
was a woman.

A ghost whose number
has been disconnected.

Yeah, I'll look into it.

In the meantime,
you need to get home,

get some rest.

Sleep can wait, Daniel.

I have vermin to stalk.

Thanks for meeting with me,
Detective.

My family and I are in shock
and desperate for details.

I was hoping
you could share your findings.

Here's what I got --
Uh, the two eyewitnesses,

Conrad Grayson
and the helicopter pilot,

were questioned last night.

Their accounts match.

Mr. LeMarchal stepped backwards,
stumbled, and fell.

So you're ruling it
an accident.

Unless I learn something
that suggests otherwise.

You know,
we found an odd thing at the scene.

It was pretty curious,
actually.

Did you know
your dad was wearing a wire?

No.

I checked with
other law-enforcement agencies

to see if he was working
with any of them.

He wasn't.

My father was known
to tape business conversations

with those
he found untrustworthy.

He did not trust
Conrad Grayson.

Then you think
what I think --

There's more to this
than we know.

Emily. Hey. This is my third message.

I need to show you something.

Might be nothing, but just --

Just in case,
call me when you get this.

Jack, right?

Javier.
Nolan's federal pen pal.

Had me help you out on the phone
a while back.

Well, from what I hear,

your friendship status
is debatable.

Anyway, I'm, uh,
I'm looking for Charlotte.

She hasn't answered any calls
or texts since last night,

so I traced her phone signal,

and the last ping
off the cell tower

originated from here,
around 10:00.

That was when her phone died
and she left.

Did she say anything --

Where she was going,
plans for today?

I'm gonna check in
with some people.

I'll call you if I find out anything,
okay?

Yeah.

- Thanks.
- Yeah. Thank you.

_

I have your daughter.

Would you like to get her back?

Who is this?

Flight 197 destroyed many lives,

so I'm destroying yours.

To ensure
Charlotte's safe return,

you and her mother

will confess your involvement
in that terrorist act

and the subsequent framing
of an innocent man.

Do not alert the police
or anyone else,

or there will be consequences.

This is worse than I thought.

Nice job on
the voice-altering program.

Love the compliment,

but what I need is reassurance

that what we are doing
is not completely messed up.

With Pascal dead,
Charlotte's all I have left.

She's the only person

that Victoria and Conrad
would do anything for.

Don't answer!

It's Jack. He's called twice.
What if he's in trouble?

No contact
with anybody outside this group

until this is over.

I couldn't get her
to eat anything.

And are the cuffs
really necessary?

You don't kidnap somebody halfway,
Nolan.

I would never hurt Charlotte,
Nolan.

If you don't trust me,
there's the door.

Look, I want you here,

but if you stay,
this plan doesn't end

until Victoria and Conrad
are behind bars tonight.

So?

So...

Let's bag some Graysons.

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As predicted,
Conrad placed a call.

Duke Marino --
One of his thugs-for-hire.

I am hijacking the line,

sending it
to a dummy voicemail.

You have reached
the mailbox of 555-0183.

Leave a message.

Mr. Marino,
this is Conrad Grayson.

Meet me at Wharf 16 in an hour.

Right, then.
Off to the morgue.

You shouldn't be here.

My father would want me
to be strong.

I wrote his obituary
this morning.

The time we shared here

allowed me to honor him
as a daughter,

not just his employee.

Our last exchange
was such a good one.

He told me he --

He loved me and was proud
of my accomplishments.

Hey.

Hey, you're gonna get through this,
okay?

What are you watching?

Uh, well,
the detective on the case

asked for all security footage
from LeMarchal headquarters.

I made a copy for myself.

Why --
Why would you do that?

You think my dad killed Pascal?

Yes.

I think he did, too.

It's no secret

my dad was gunning for him
on the business side,

but as soon as
Pascal and my mother

rekindled their relationship,
tensions escalated.

To the point where my father
was wearing a wire

the night he died.

He must have wanted to capture
something incriminating on Conrad.

And Conrad must have found out.

And how is this
for a coincidence?

Any camera with a clear view
of the helipad

was out of order.

But look
what I just discovered.

Here is the stairwell
from the roof

seconds after the accident.

I don't recognize her.

Do you?

Not at all.

_

Please -- Don't come any closer.

Aah!

Call a televised press conference

for 6:00 P.M. at Grayson Manor.

Do this,
and Charlotte goes free.

Disobey me again...

...and more of
what's in the box will arrive.

What are you doing?!

Please --
Don't come any closer!

Aah!

Talk about
a software suck-it.

I fixed the bugs
in Javier's MyClone app.

This may as well be
Charlotte Grayson in the flesh.

- No!
- That's enough.

Easy, Judge Judy.

You were the one
that sent Conrad an ear.

I mean, seriously,
do you and Aiden flip a coin

for who runs
the creepiest errand?

What's the first thing
you think you'll do

as Amanda Clarke?

I mean, you've been running
this race since you were a kid.

You haven't even fantasized
about what happens

when you cross the finish line?

You know
what always stuck with me?

That time that you implied
I was a robot.

Ems, we were in a fight.
I didn't --

Emily Thorne is a machine.

That's why I created her.

I had to find a way
not to feel.

The truth is...

I have no idea
who Amanda Clarke is anymore.

Did you hurt yourself,
little mouse?

I'm the nanny.
Is he okay?

Oh, it's just a little scratch.

We all have to take
our bumps and bruises,

don't we, little Carl?

I was looking for Jack.

Oh, he's at work.
Can I give him a message?

You're very kind.

But I was hoping
to catch him in person.

Look at this!

Look at this!

Stop!

246 passenger fatalities

in the bombing
of the jumbo jet.

For too long, you've
heard the rumors

of Conrad Grayson's
immoral acts

and then buried your head
in the sand.

Today,
I'm showing you the truth.

- What?
- The bombing of Flight 197 decimated my family.

Did you ever wonder about
the people who died that day,

slaughtered by Conrad Grayson?

He's a businessman!
He didn't put a bomb on a plane!

He laundered money
for the terrorists who did.

He's just as guilty.

For the downing of Flight 197,

all 246 Americans on board
that flight were killed.

Kelly and Patrick Simmons.

Uzarski family.

Erin Mayo.

Brett and Elizabeth Richards.

I don't want to torture you.

I want to teach you.

Charlotte, please -- Open your eyes.

Richard Lucas.

Derek Wilson.

When exposure threatened

your family's life of privilege,

Conrad turned to your mother
to cover his tracks.

She chose David Clarke,

your father,

to take the fall.

Moments ago,

a jury found terrorist
conspirator David Clarke

guilty on all counts.

But how many people would be needed

to pull off such a conspiracy?

No!

How far would they go
to frame an innocent man?

Federal prosecutors
wrapped up their case for treason

against disgraced hedge-fund
executive David Clarke.

Grayson put you up to this,
didn't he?!

Grayson's testimony
detailed the scheme Clarke used

- Oh, God!
- to channel money to the terrorists

responsible for the downing
of Flight 197.

I have a family,

and you're sending me to prison
for a crime I didn't do!

And you know it!

No more!

Who else would they eliminate
to protect their plot?

Please stop!

Hey.

Check out that sunset.

No!

Turn it off!

Your parents' crimes
can't go unchecked any longer.

Do you have the strength
to call them out?

What the hell are you doing?

Victoria.

Murderer!

How dare you
show your face here!

If you'd answered my calls,

you'd know
Charlotte's been abducted!

They took her and sent me this!

- Ohh!
- Now will you listen?

A man contacted me
this morning.

The bombing of 197
has destroyed his life.

He blames us and demands

that we tell the world
what we've done.

Oh, my God. This is --
This can't be happening.

I'm calling the authorities.

No, I already tested
the boundaries.

This...
was the consequence.

We'll do
as he instructed --

Call a press conference
and come clean.

Charlotte...
shouldn't perish for our sins.

Our sins?

I will do
whatever this abductor wants,

but be clear --

What's happening is a result

of your deplorable,
greedy actions 20 years ago.

If Charlotte dies,
this will be your fault.

If you need to lay blame,
then keep in mind

that it was your romantic
entanglement with David

that brought her into this world
in the first place.

I showed her love
when I didn't have to.

And though
she was born of betrayal,

I will not
let her die that way.

You abducted Charlotte
to get the Graysons to confess?

- How did you even find us?
- Charlotte was missing.

I thought
that I needed your help.

But then when you guys didn't answer my calls,
I knew something was up,

so I had her boyfriend
track Nolan's phone.

- Javier knows where we are?
- So what?!

No one in their right mind would think
you guys are up to something this sick.

- You need to leave.
- Why?

So you don't have to
confront your conscience?

Okay, I'm gonna take care of that...
thing from home.

Jack, I am so close to the end.

By tonight,
Victoria and Conrad will be finished.

Our father's name
will be cleared.

- What about Charlotte?
- She can finally live in truth.

You will never have a relationship
with your sister after this.

- Do you understand that?
- I need Emily.

Just Emily.

What?

She's having a panic attack.

Well, it'll pass.
I had them all the time when I was a kid.

Just slow things down.

What are you talking about?

You're the one who said
that we can't do things halfway.

All I can see out there
is Colleen.

What happened to your sister
was totally different.

She was kidnapped
and used as leverage

to force my father to do
something against his will.

She was terrorized,
tortured, and killed.

That is not gonna happen to Charlotte.
You know that.

She doesn't.

We can't allow her to suffer.

Fine.
I'll go to the pharmacy.

I'll get something
to calm her down.

Take Porter with you.

You kick me out,

and I will blow the whistle
on this whole thing.

I'm not leaving Charlotte.

Wow.

Where were you two heroes
when I was 9 years old,

being dragged out of my house
by men with guns,

thrown into
the foster-care system?

Charlotte has
always been protected,

and she will be fine now.

Take Charlotte's hair
and Carl's blood to the lab,

and tell them
it requires immediate attention.

And if they're busy?

I'll pay whatever it takes.
Hurry, please.

A life depends on it.

Emily Thorne?

Yes?

I'm Detective Hosko, NYPD.

We're looking into the death
of Pascal LeMarchal.

I think you may have some
information that could help us.

Actually, I didn't know
Mr. LeMarchal very well at all.

How well do you know
Conrad Grayson?

He's my ex-father-in-law.

I heard he was on the roof
when Mr. LeMarchal died.

Do you suspect foul play?

Is Conrad in custody?

We'll hash that out
at the station.

Actually, it's really not
a good time for me right now.

I'm afraid you don't have
much of a choice.

Well, then...
I'll meet you in the city.

You know what?
There was a pileup on the L.I.E.

Traffic's backed up for miles.

Ride with me.

I'll light it up,
get us there in no time.

Security cameras captured this.

Per the time stamp,
this person witnessed Mr. LeMarchal

getting acquainted
with that helicopter blade.

Someone says it's you.

Well, it isn't.

You were there, though.

Well, in the building, yes.

The photographer hired
to document that party

doesn't have
a single shot of you.

Why would that be?

What --
You think I'm involved in this?

Mind answering the question?

He was probably instructed
not to take my picture.

The Graysons despise me.

Really?
I heard you and Mr. Grayson were tight.

You two ever discuss the ax
he had to grind with Pascal?

Ems. Hey.

Detective Hosko,

- I haven't talked to Conrad in weeks.
- Ems?

I'm sorry I'm...
not more help.

That's nice of you.

I'll admit the longer
I look at this case,

the more questions I have.

For example, why was Mr. LeMarchal
wearing a wire when he died?

And whose partial print
did we find on it?

That person's
got to know something.

I would imagine so.

We're asking those
associated with Pascal

to, uh,
volunteer elimination prints.

Look, I know my rights.

If you want them,

you're gonna have to charge me
with something.

You want a copy of her prints,
just pull her juvie file.

My ex-wife is a former delinquent,
after all.

Hang tight, Ms. Thorne.

What did you say to him?

Just that I knew
my former bride's body

when I saw it.

That's you in that stairwell.

No doubt.

Poor Daniel.

So bitter about our divorce.

Always trying
to stir up trouble for me.

You got it, babe.

The police have Emily.

Has she been arrested?

No, but they're questioning her
about Pascal.

She sly-dialed out on her phone
so I could listen in.

They've got the wire we used,

and there's a partial print
on it.

Can't be one of ours.
I wiped the device down before I put it on him.

Let's err on the side of caution,
why don't we?

Especially since
they're running the print

against Emily's juvie record.

She switched those records
with Amanda

when they swapped identities.

If Emily's print
happens to be on that wire,

they're gonna come back
belonging to a dead woman.

I am cyber-stalling
the cops' search

while I hack
the national database.

There's, um...
Just one problem I can't fix.

Daniel's at the station.

He got this whole ball rolling.

I'll get down there.

Emily's been sidelined.

I'm going to Manhattan.
You watch Charlotte.

I'm not helping you.

Why are you here, Jack?

'Cause I care about the innocent
person locked up in there.

You're not just here
for Charlotte.

You're worried about Emily.

For her soul...
Maybe.

You know, you --
You should know that, um...

Despite my and Emily's
numerous attempts

at making it work, it...

It hasn't.

I have to let her go.

But you --
You obviously can't.

That's why you haven't
rung the authorities already.

You still care about her.

But the problem is,
you don't want her.

You want Amanda Clarke,

that girl you cherished
so long ago.

Now,
you will see that girl again,

but only if this plan succeeds.

Late-breaking news --
Conrad and Victoria Grayson

will make a major announcement
in just a few hours.

We'll be live with the details.

Money talks.

I've composed our statements.

Say what you want.
I won't be there.

He clearly stipulated
we both speak tonight.

I've changed my mind.

About what --
Saving your daughter's life?

If Charlotte was
ever in danger at all.

I think you concocted
this entire scenario

to trick me
into incriminating myself.

Would you put
your contempt aside

and pay attention?

I have crafted something

that protects
both us and Charlotte.

The confessions made
during this dog-and-pony show

will be considered under duress

and inadmissible
in a court of law.

The kidnapper's a fool
not to have realized that.

And you are a fool to think

I'd ever trust another word
out of your vile mouth.

Oh, come on.

Hello?!

You sent me those letters
pretending to be David Clarke,

didn't you?

I don't want
to get you in trouble.

I just want to talk.

You can trust me.

Please -- Talk to me.

Put on the blindfold --

Now.

Did I upset you?

I didn't mean to.

Please,
just tell me what's going on!

I'm letting you go.

I'm at the station.
How is it on your end?

I am altering
Emily and Amanda's fingerprints

so they lead to...
two dead-end trails.

Brilliant.

Look,
I can't hold off this detective's

database search much longer.

Can you keep him occupied

for -- I don't know --
another five minutes?

Gladly.

I can't wait for those prints
to come back as yours.

It'll support a little theory
I have going

that you were part
of a conspiracy to kill Pascal.

The cops are gonna love it.

You sound
just like your mother --

Completely insane.

Did you know impersonating a
federal agent carries a penalty?

Come on! Let's go!
Come on! Get off him!

You saw it!

That man attacked me
completely unprovoked!

- Are you crying, Daniel?
- No.

I'm pressing charges.

Easy. Easy.

Calm down, all right?

All right. Thanks.

Daniel?

I spoke to Detective Hosko,
who told me you were here.

How dare you take
suspicions about Emily to him

without telling me.

You used this investigation

to further a vendetta
against your ex-wife.

No, not a vendetta --
A hunch.

Hey.

I think Emily was
working with my dad.

Now, she may have posed

as a Department
of Homeland Security agent

to get that wire on Pascal
and Pascal up to that roof.

And why would Conrad
have Emily do this?

I don't know. That's why
I wanted Hosko to take a run at her.

Fake agents,
recording devices --

This goes far beyond
business rivalries

or jealousy over Victoria.

I didn't want you
exposed to this.

I need answers, not protection.

Even if it threatens
the last memory of your father?

Your prints...

were not a match.

I'm not surprised.

How about a ride home?

I'll call a car.

Emily, that ex-husband of yours
has it out for you.

Thanks for the warning.

I wasn't giving you one.

I got decent instincts
about people.

After watching you today,

I'm certain
there's someone dangerous

hiding in that pretty,
little socialite shell.

It's Daniel Grayson
who should be worried.

I'll see you around.

Even as a little girl,

I preferred
to call my father "Pascal."

He was so distant to me,
it seemed right.

But now I wonder if I was
keeping my distance from him.

Perhaps I already sensed
he was evil to his core.

How does one go on with life

knowing they've descended
from so much horror?

By abandoning your soul.

Is that what you've done?

- Oh, don't do what I've done.
- Well, maybe I should.

If it makes dealing
with these truths easier.

- Please don't.
- Why?

Because someday
I may need you to save me.

The press conference
is minutes away.

No word
on what the former governor

and his ex-wife plan to share,

but when the Graysons speak,
the news is often explosive.

Oh, my God.

Charlotte?

Oh, my God!

How did you get here?

We need to get you
to a hospital.

Charlotte --

your ear.

"The naive deserve two things --
Swindling and scorn."

That's what you always say,
isn't it?

How much do you hate me, then?

Because I've been
pretty damn naive until now.

You're to blame for Flight 197.

You laundered money
for Americon

and then arranged a cover-up
by framing David Clarke.

You even silenced Amanda.

You were behind all of it.

Can you look me in the eye
and tell me I'm wrong?

Fine.

If you don't have the guts

to admit what you did
to my real father,

I'll tell the police.

You disgust me.

And you, my dear,
are an ungrateful bastard.

My love for you was so profound

that I was gonna confess
to everything

to save your life.

You know what?
No longer.

No.
And you're not going anywhere.

You have no power over me!

No, I have the power
to take you out anytime I want!!

I had the reach to snuff out
your nuisance of a sister.

I was in league

with a confederacy
of global terrorists

who tried to bring me down,
but I'm still here.

And your father,
the selfish and dim-witted David Clarke --

he was my patsy to freedom.

Oh, I have the power.

And my secrets
are gonna rot inside of you

beyond your last breath,

because you are gonna keep

your stupid
and thankless mouth shut!

I'm the last man standing
for a reason.

And if you even think
about crossing me,

I will erase you
as I have so many others.

Are we on the air?

- Now...
- We are broadcasting.

I have a press conference
to cancel.

Cut Charlotte's camera.

Turn on the TV
in Grayson Manor.

If you even think
about crossing me,

I will erase you
as I have so many others.

Now...

I have a press conference
to cancel.

No word on how
our signal was co-opted,

but it seems the transmission
you just saw was live

from inside
the Grayson house --

shocking footage
shows Conrad Grayson

confessing to
a host of illegal activities,

including terrorism,
conspiracy,

perjury, and murder.

Our legal analyst
is standing by to share with us

the ramifications
of these bombshells.

Ems.

You got him.

The authorities will be
arriving any minute.

Then I won't waste my energy
throwing you out.

Though I am surprised

that you haven't
gassed up a gulfstream

and gone on the lam.

Oh,
running would be undignified.

Particularly after
suffering the humiliation

of being sold out
by your very own daughter.

Oh, that mis-born wretch
is yours alone.

Though I gather
she was an unwitting participant.

Charlotte was as surprised as I

to discover
we were being broadcast.

Given you bowed out
of the press conference

at the 11th hour,

I'm guessing you knew
I was walking into a trap.

Question is...
Did you set it?

Well, there will be many
conversations where I'm going,

and do not think

that I won't pull
each skeleton from your closet

for the feds
to pick over everything --

I mean,
from killing Helen Crowley

all the way through to being
my number-one co-conspirator.

Prove it.

Well, as usual,

I'll have others do that
for me.

Goodbye, Conrad.

Do rot in hell.

Sorry I didn't
bail you out sooner.

Well, you were busy.

How are you feeling?

You know, I never expected
to have a relationship

with Charlotte after this.

Well, if you're not
gonna revel in your victory,

I wish you would
at least acknowledge it.

Conrad was defeated.

Revenge is yours.

Oh, the war's not over.

There's still Victoria.

Let her be tomorrow's problem.

Tonight, you should focus
on something else.

You and I --
We've, uh...

We've called it quits
so many times.

But we haven't been able
to make that stick, really, have we?

And that's because we fit.

We belong together.

I know.

I need Emily.

Just Emily.

Hey.

He told me you two were...

You were done.

Well, it's complicated.

No surprise there.

You know what? It's --
It's none of my business.

I --

It's good to know
that everything else...

Everything else turned out.

Well, thanks for stepping in
for Aiden.

When he asked me
to set Charlotte free, I...

I didn't understand how
that could possibly be the key

to taking down Conrad.

Armed with the facts,
I knew that she would confront him

and get a confession
that would hold up in court.

You were that sure?

Charlotte's a smart girl.

She's got a lot of fight
in her.

We are blood, after all.

So you didn't really...

need that press conference?

No, I just needed
those satellite trucks

outside the house.

Did you get to watch any of it?

Emily, that's not --
That's not why I'm here.

I've been trying to tell you
something since yesterday.

Charlotte received letters

from somebody pretending
to be David Clarke.

She and I tracked him
to his house.

There was no one there,

but it was like a shrine
to your father.

I wrote him off as an obsessed nut,
until...

Didn't your father have something like this
when we were kids?

I only remember it

because there was a time
that we were on the beach

and you dropped it,

and you made me sift
through 60 tons of sand

until it turned up.

Emily?

An intention fueled by passion
can be impossible to stop.

This was my father's.

Over time, it gains momentum,

until it turns into
an impetus for change.

- How is Charlotte?
- Not good.

Hating Dad.

She's mad at you, too.

Believes you're as guilty
as he is.

Then she must never know

that I refused
the ransom demands.

What are you saying?

That the kidnapper wanted me
to confess alongside Conrad.

But I acquired information today
that made me certain

that Charlotte
would never be harmed.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

You took a gamble
on your own daughter's life?

Have you lost it?

Oh, I'm very much
in my right mind

about many things.

Including Emily Thorne.

This is how a notion
transforms into motivation,

and how a child's vow
becomes reality.

You did this.

Yes.

In memory
of David and Amanda Clarke.

Oh.

What about Victoria?

Oh, I'm not finished yet.

Well, then, godspeed.

Sync, corrected by icephoenix
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