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Previously on Revenge...

We've got a body over here!

The coroner checked
her dental records.

It's definitely Victoria Grayson.

My dearest Margaux,

I've decided to end my life.

You have two days to clear my name.
Your move, Amanda.

Someone broke in here
and attacked Victoria.

This wasn't a suicide at all.
This was murder.

- What are you doing here?
- I was called back for questioning.

Isn't this a conflict
of interest,

working on a case
that involves your girlfriend?

We broke up the night you left.

She ran to the airport to stop you.
She chose you.

It's a form of lymphoma.

They got it early,
and I'm getting cutting-edge treatment.

Victoria asked me to pass along
a message.

I'm going to make it appear

as if you murdered me
in your own home.

Amanda Clarke,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Victoria Grayson.

- Victoria set me up.
- Cuff her.

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

I'm innocent!

They're going for
the brass ring...

Murder one,
special circumstances,

and they like their odds.

The state's going to argue that
a week after you went on TV

and told the world how much
you hate Victoria Grayson,

you terrorized her
in a parking garage,

broke into her penthouse,
attacked her,

then you locked her
in your own home,

which you burned to the ground

in an attempt to make it look
like she killed herself.

And this is her suicide note
that I allegedly forged.

Which they'll have you read
aloud at trial.

But this is
Victoria's handwriting.

D.A.'s experts found
small discrepancies

which will prove it's a fake,

and their argument will be that

you couldn't have accomplished
half of what you did

as "Emily Thorne"
without doing plenty of forging.

Which is why I say it again...

At least let me try to negotiate
a plea to lesser charges.

Absolutely not.

If you're found guilty of murder one,
it's life in prison.

Second degree might
have you out in...

I'm not pleading guilty
to anything.

There's nothing to negotiate.
Just get me bailed out.

Over here!

- One picture!
- What's going on?

Right here! Right here!

- David.
- Hey.

How'd it go?

The chemo? Oh, day at the spa.

He's a trooper.

Have you seen Amanda yet?

No,
they haven't brought her out.

But I may have just tracked down
our missing friend...

Victoria's partner in crime.

- Treadwell?
- Mm-hmm.

I've been hijacking feeds
from all over the web,

mostly security cam footage,

running it through
facial recognition software.

When I narrowed it down
to smug and traitorous,

that's what came up.

That's Mason. Where is that?
Is that a trailer park?

Hmm, that's a good eye.

About 11 of them
in a 100-mile radius.

I'm trying to narrow it down.

Leave it to Mason Treadwell to
take a limo to a trailer park.

All rise.

The honorable Judge Moss
presiding.

Ms. Clarke,
we're ready for you now.

- Court is now in session.
- You may be seated.

_

- So you don't see the problem?
- Read it.

"Amanda Clarke
to be arraigned."

No, alleged killer
Amanda Clarke to be arraigned.

Put it in the style sheet.

From here on,
every time we use her name,

it's "alleged killer
Amanda Clarke."

Give me five minutes.

Louise.
Between murder trial coverage

and designing
new corporate headquarters,

I'm sorry,
I completely forgot to call you back.

When do you sleep?

Well, right now,
it's better than I don't.

What did you need?

Well,
it's regarding the funeral.

- Um, the church is set...
- Mm-hmm.

And I put out the release.

But when I went
to the penthouse

to get some photographs
for the program,

I... I couldn't get in.

What do you mean?

Well, the concierge said that
once the police were through,

the penthouse was ordered sealed
by the executor of her estate?

I tried to explain to them

that I was like a daughter to Victoria,
but...

But the executor is her real daughter...
Charlotte.

Yes.

Well, um...
It's locked up until probate,

and...

It's the only place
where I can still feel her.

You know,
with all her things and pictures and...

I'd really like to be there
one more time to say good-bye.

I'd break in if I could.

Oh, sweetheart.
No, please don't.

No,
I'll try to get you a phone number.

Thank you.

Okay.

I also have you doing a reading
after the minister.

It's a beautiful
Robert Frost poem.

No. No,
I don't want to speak.

No, it's too public,
too personal.

After what we've been through,

I'd be afraid I would never
stop crying.

We all need to grieve, Margaux.

This is how I grieve.

_

I can't urge strongly enough

the defendant be held
without bail.

Your Honor,
is is an arraignment,

- not the A.D.A.'s press conference.
- On live TV,

Ms. Clarke herself told us
she's a flight risk...

My client absolutely should
be allowed to bond out.

Detailing her vast skills
in hiding

- her identity and meting out...
- She has a spotless record...

- Vigilante justice.
- Strong ties to community and family.

Strong ties?

She spent four years terrorizing
this community.

To redeem a father
who is still recovering

- from the effects of being wrongly convicted.
- That does...

Enough!
Nobody here is being paid by the word.

Ms. Clarke, my thoughts.

I will grant bail,
but I do so with great concern

and under the strictest
of conditions.

If I hear even a rumor
that my conditions for release

have been violated,
I will have you locked up so fast

your inscrutable little head
will spin.

Do you understand?

Yes, I do, Your Honor.

Bail is set at $2 million.

Now, as for my conditions...

If you take a step off the property,

if the monitor is removed,
disabled, or tampered with,

Suffolk County P.D.,
state police,

and the U.S. Marshal's office
will be immediately notified,

per order of the court.

Is that clear?

Emily?

It's clear. Tell him.

Yes. Yes, it's clear.

Okay.

Then we'll leave you to it.

Look, Ben...

I'm sorry you got stuck
with this gig.

I didn't get stuck with it.

I told Detective Yamada
that I'm familiar

with the house
and the property.

So you volunteered to be
the person to keep me locked up.

Wow.

We've really come a long way
in the past few weeks.

It's nothing personal, Emily.

I know you better
than anyone on the force,

and so I know that right now,

you are already pondering a way
to get out of that thing.

I volunteered so that I could be
the one to tell you don't do it,

that you will get caught.

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After we catch him,
the plan is what?

Look,
Mason has to have the footage

of Victoria admitting
that she framed me.

And if he doesn't,
I drag him to court by his feet.

Your dad's out cold.

That regimen's
doing a number on him.

I know.

But he says...

That's how he knows it's working.
So...

Thank you for taking him.

Of course. It's why I stayed.

Where are we?

We rejected my offer
to go after Mason Treadwell,

or to send you.

I am not putting anyone else
on his radar.

But you found the trailer park?

Yeah, it's in Stony Brook.
It's an hour away.

And you think you're gonna
get out of here

- without triggering any alarms?
- We're working on it.

I got this ankle monitor very used

from an army-Navy store.

And after a few high-tech,
highly complicated switcheroos,

boom...

The one on your leg
should go off-line,

and this will become
the live monitor and stay here.

And I just walk out the door?

Theoretically.

Okay, look,
I know that word doesn't radiate confidence.

Guys, I gotta focus here.

Can I talk to you outside?

Sure. Yeah.
Anywhere that's less than 6 feet from the door.

Who knew Victoria had it
in her?

Well, I did.
But there's no way she pulled it off alone.

This plan had a lot
of moving parts.

I think Mason was
just one of them.

I could see
if Margaux knows anything.

No. No, I don't wanna pull you
into this any further.

I'm here by choice.

But I'd love to ask you
something.

Look, I know that everything

is spinning out of control...
The arrest...

Your dad,

and you're just trying to
keep your head above water,

so it's not the best time
for this conversation, but...

The other night,
before you got arrested, I heard that

you came to the airport
to tell me not to leave.

And I just...

I just have to know...

Is that true?

Yes.

I wanted you to stay.

I...

I want you to stay.

When Nolan told me
that you were leaving,

I...

I realized how badly
I had messed all this up.

So I went after you.

I was five minutes too late.

Or maybe...

Four years too late.

But...

I wanna be with you.

That's why I need
all of this to work,

why I'm going after Mason,

if I have to cut
my damn foot off.

I want us to have that chance.

Hey.

Um...
So sorry to interrupt.

I need your ankle inside right now,
Ems.

We've got a really small window
of time to swap frequencies

and pull this off.

Ems.

Okay.

Let's do this.

Rehab is like dieting.

Week one is the worst.

You're doing great.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

See you.

Charlotte Grayson?

It's Clarke. Do I know you?

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Uh...

You look just like
your dear mother.

Have we met?

No. I'm sorry. Not officially.
I'm Louise. Louise Ellis?

Oh. You've been leaving me
messages about the funeral.

Yes.
It was pressing that I talk to you

because,
as I may have mentioned,

I would like to include
some photographs and mementos

of your mother's amazing life

to bring solace
to those she left behind.

I... I do, however,
need your permission

to access her penthouse.

Yeah,
the thing about the funeral...

Oh, I'm so sorry. I overstepped.

You would like to plan it.

No.

It's that I'm not going,
let alone planning one.

I don't know which
Victoria Grayson you met,

but my mine was
the most manipulative human

I've ever known.

You don't mean that.

You're clearly in shock

or... Or denial.

The only amazing thing about Victoria

was her ability to get what she wanted,
no matter the cost.

Charlotte,
she lived for her children.

And it's important to grieve,

and I think this
memorial service would really...

I'm actually healthier
than I've ever been.

And as for grieving,
I've done my share years ago,

the first time my mother "died"
and then disappeared.

I'm... Sorry.
She did what now?

I have to get to the stables.
Equine therapy.

It was nice meeting you.

Wait, wait, wait. Um...

What about her belongings?

I'm having them boxed up
and shipped to charity.

But don't you want something
to remember her by?

I'll tell you what.

You stop calling me,
and I'll tell the hotel

you have my permission
to enter her penthouse.

You take whatever's gonna
bring you solace.

What are you doing?

Dad.

Are you okay? Did I wake you?

I'm fine.
Answer the question.

If something goes wrong,
I don't want you to be complicit.

"If something goes wrong"?

Look around you.
Everything's gone wrong.

Tell me that you're not
going after Mason.

I have to.
I don't have a choice.

It's called house arrest.

You really think
that you won't get caught?

Your friend the detective
is waiting for you to mess up.

Nolan is about to set off alarms
and short out the power grid.

He built a second monitor,
and he'll use the diversion...

I don't care if he builds
a damn laser beam

that turns you invisible.

If they throw enough cops,
troopers, and marshals at you...

And they will...

You will be caught
and put in jail

and they will throw away
the key until trial.

A trial where they will bury me
unless I find Mason.

And I'm not gonna spend the rest
of my life or yours in prison.

- Then I'll go.
- What? No.

Tell me where he is. You stay here.
I will find Mason.

- That's a nice offer, Dad.
- It's not an offer. Tell me where he is.

Stop it. You're not going.
You need to get your rest.

I am your father,

and I am telling you that
you're not leaving this house.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Jack.

This cannot be a coincidence.

I remember you saying this is
your favorite lunch spot,

so I took a shot.

I wanted to offer condolences.

I know you and Victoria
were close.

Yes.

And there's...

There's something else.

Uh, Jack,
I'm in the middle of a working lunch.

I... I won't take long. I just...

I wanted to know if you noticed
the same thing that I did.

The circumstances around Victoria's death,
they're...

They're strange.

Go ask the person who killed her
to explain herself.

- I'm not really...
- Brazen violence? A trail of clues?

It's sloppy.
It's not Emily's style.

And we both know she would
never take someone's life.

- So what are you insinuating, Jack?
- I'm not insinuating.

I'm saying that it looks like
she was set up.

Margaux...

If you happen to know something
about Victoria's death,

now is the time to speak up.

This is a knee-jerk reaction
with you

to defend Emily no matter what,
even when she kills.

Victoria set her up.
She didn't do it alone.

And what do you think happens
to the partner she left behind

when it all gets exposed?

I had such hope for you when
I heard you left for California.

You pulled yourself out
of the quicksand and escaped.

But you couldn't stay away.

Poor Jack.

Worry about yourself.
I'll be okay.

No, you won't.

You hitched your wagon
to a damaged psychotic horse,

and she's pulling you
right off a cliff.

What's my afternoon like?

Editorial pre-call,
budget meeting,

and your jeweler said he can
get you in tomorrow.

Nolan, it's David.

I'm still...

Well, obviously, I'm...

Just call me.

Ah! Detective Hunter.

Mr. Clarke. How you feeling?

I was so sorry to hear...

Oh, you know,
good days, bad days.

Gettin' through it.

- If you're looking for Amanda, she's...
- Asleep upstairs?

Yeah. That's good detective-ing.

I don't know if you heard.

We had a lot of burglar alarms
go off in town.

A spike in the power grid.

So I just thought I'd come by
and check.

Check up on her ankle bracelet?

- I can assure you it's still on.
- Good.

Yeah, the monitoring station's
gonna reboot it at 9:00 P.M.

And when that happens,
her unit will reset

and send out an alert.

So I'll just need to adjust it.

Oh.

For real?

- 9:00 P.M., huh?
- Afraid so.

So she cloned the signal
from her monitor,

linked it to this one,
and took hers off-line.

- That's clever.
- She didn't kill Victoria.

Yeah, well, I guess I'd hope my
father would say the same thing.

Well, wherever she is,

she's back online now.

I like the candlesticks.
Champagne bottles. Clever.

My romantic husband.

He's into re-purposing
and all that.

My neighbor across the street
was throwing them out.

I figure one man's trash...

Speaking of, um,
do you know where he is?

- He wanted me to come by, but...
- Not since yesterday.

The dude cleared out in a hurry.
He and his lady friend.

His lady friend?

Well,
can you describe her for me?

I mean, maybe how old she was?
Her hair color?

I don't know. It's hard to say.
She had big sunglasses.

And it seemed like she was
trying to dress down,

but there was something...

- Regal about her.
- Good skin.

- Oh, you're obsessed with skin.
- I'm observant.

What about a name?
Did you get a name?

- Stop!
- Put your hands in the air.

We have you surrounded.

Put your hands up!

Get on your knees!

- Get on your knees now!
- On your knees! Now!

Ben...

I can't tell you how badly
I wanted to be wrong.

Please, you gotta listen to me.

Ben!

Yeah. Thanks.

The lawyer says they're
locking her up through trial.

They're restricting visitors.
Family only on a limited basis.

Can they do that?

Yeah, they did that,
so yes, they can.

- Why the hell did you let her?
- I didn't let her do anything.

You should've made her stay put

then gone after Mason yourself.

And how'd that work out
for you?

Come on.
You ever talk Emily into anything?

We have to do what she should've
let us do all along.

We have to prove that Victoria
and others framed Emily.

What others?

Definitely Margaux, for one.

When I asked her
if she knew anything,

she stormed out of lunch
and into a LeMarchal town car,

and then I saw
the license plate.

LMM 16Q.

Now this is the car that dropped
Mason off at the trailer park.

- Look.
- Okay, so...

Mason is being shuttled around
in a LeMarchal town car.

Margaux's right in the center
of this whole thing.

I'll tell Amanda.
They're letting me see her this morning.

Tell her we're getting her out.

What the hell
are you doin' here?

Looking for evidence
to clear my innocent friend.

Better question...
What the hell are you doing here?

Oh, I have every right
and full permission to be here.

Victoria Grayson was
my own personal guardian angel.

Louise-speak.

Well, let's put that through
Google Translate and...

You're here to help clean up
after your late vindictive friend

and tie up any loose ends

in her crazy-ass attempt
to frame Emily.

- Hmm?
- Stop that.

You will not disrespect
her memory

while standing in her home.

Well,
I can't stand in Emily's home

because your guardian angel
blew it up!

Get out! Out!

You know,
how you can look at that woman

and not see
what everybody else saw, it's...

It's beyond me.

Because I saw
who she really was.

No, you saw
who you wanted her to be.

Louise, you are one of the most
loyal people that I know,

and that is a quality
that I truly adore in you.

But in this case,
it was and is misplaced.

You're wrong.

Victoria managed
this whole thing.

And I know you think
the sun rose and set with her,

but maybe that's what she
counted on to pull this off...

Your blind faith.

I am not blind.

Victoria Grayson was
the only person in this world

who looked out for me.

You know that's not true.

No! Go!

Get out before I call
hotel security!

She's alive.

I am telling you,

Victoria is alive.

You don't know that.
Sounds crazy.

You can't keep saying that
presumed dead people are alive.

Think about it. It makes sense.
It's what I would do.

Are you okay? You look pale.

Yeah. It's the meds.

I'm not gonna sign up for any marathons,
but I'm fine.

Look,
I'm not saying it's impossible,

- but...
- It was her.

How you gonna prove that?

The police have
the physical remains

identified as Victoria Grayson.

You have
the fuzzy recollections

of your pals
in the trailer park.

It won't even make it
into court.

Then we have to find her.

Or Mason.
But I don't even know where to look.

You can start
with Margaux's car service.

It was a LeMarchal town car that
took Mason to the trailer park.

Then I need Margaux.

What does that mean, you...
You need...

I need five minutes in a room
with Margaux LeMarchal.

Amanda, you're in jail. How...

Dad?

Dad!

Dad! Somebody help him!

Help! We need help in here!

- Sir, we're gonna get you help right now.
- Help him! Do something!

- Dad!
- We have a medical emergency.

He's resting at home.

By the time I got to the E.R.,
he was awake. He was stable.

It was like nothing happened.

They're running more tests,
and no results yet.

So they sent David home.

He's doing okay, right?

He's got lymphoma, Jack.

You know what I mean.

Yeah, I do.
I know what you mean.

He's got the best doctors,
cutting-edge treatment.

You know,
it's just the idea of losing him, again.

Look, I get it.

And I don't wanna tell you not to worry,
but right now...

No, no. You're right.
You're right, Jack.

I promised David that we'd do
what Emily asked.

So...

Let's focus on one Clarke at a time.

There he is!

- It's been a while, man.
- Yeah.

Nolan, Daryl.
This is the guy I was telling you about.

- Hey.
- Yeah, the Police Academy washout.

That's not how I described you.
But I didn't last much longer.

Well, so, uh,
Jack says you're working private security?

Yeah,
for my brother-in-law's company.

He got me
on the Gold Coast rotation...

Banks, jewelers.
You know,

protecting 1 percenters
from the 2 percenters.

Well,
we appreciate you helping us out.

Anything for this guy.

Saved my ass
out on that obstacle course.

Hey, the whole time you were a cop,

did you ever once have to
jump over a 16-foot wall?

Let me tell you what we need.

Yes, that seems appropriate.
Thank you.

Apologies, Henri.
The grand prix of news cycles.

So you were saying?

A wreath necklace
with 122 marquise diamonds.

You were looking for something
elegant but understated?

For the funeral
of a dear friend.

It's perfect. I'll take it.

I'll have it fitted
and delivered.

Merci, Henri.

Ma'am, could you take a step back

and open your purse, please?

No. No, the machine must be broken.

Please open the door.

As soon as you take a step back
and open your purse.

Henri, could you call off
your Storm Trooper here?

I... I am sorry, Ms. LeMarchal.

The insurance company insists.

Incroyable.
Okay, you want to look in my bag?

Look in my bag,

but know that I will not
be buying anything from here...

Ma'am?

- W... I've never seen these.
- Yours?

- No, they're not mine. I've never seen...
- Would you come with me

to the back of the store,
please, ma'am?

No, no,
I'm not going anywhere except out.

Please give me my bag
and open the door.

- Miss, you wanna dial it down?
- No, you dial it down!

Do you have any idea how much
money I've spent in this store?

I don't have time for this.
Get your hands off me!

All right, that's it. Up against the wall.

But this is ridiculous!
What are you... Uhh!

Henri, you can expect a
call from my attorney.

Can you hold her?

I'm gonna go call this in.

Show's over, people.

Are you really doing this?

Ms. LeMarchal...

Always good to see you, Daryl.

I would've done that for free.

Rich people.

- I demand another phone call.
- You only get one.

Not the county's fault
your lawyer didn't answer.

This is a mistake.
You will see, it will be in every paper.

You can tell the judge
all about it in the morning.

Morning?
No, no, I need to get out today.

What do you mean morning?!

It means you were framed
at the worst possible time.

Amanda.

Arraignment court closes
at 4:00.

That was 10 minutes ago.
Sucks for you.

Of course you were behind this.

Well, that's a theory.

We've got all night to discuss it,

among other things.

No, I won't be talking to you,

and there's nothing
you can do about it.

Mm. You'd think.

2 locked doors,
12 inches of cinder block between us.

- And yet...
- Hey, I need to speak to someone!

How did you...

You have more important things
to worry about.

Hurting me won't change the fact
that you murdered Victoria.

You know I didn't.

You don't have to get hurt.

Just answer my questions.

How did Victoria set me up?
Whose body was in my house?

And extra bonus points...

Where's Victoria?

I know she's alive.

You are delusional.

Delusional
with nothing to lose.

The guards schedule gives us
exactly 11 minutes,

which is...
Four minutes longer than I'll need.

What is all this?

I trained comprehensively
to get revenge for my father.

During my schooling,

I learned a little something called
"practical munitions."

The art of taking anything from
your immediate environment

- and turning it into a weapon.
- You're bluffing.

Batteries from a flashlight
a guard misplaced,

a set of steel keys...

There you have it.

One weapon, no waiting.

What is the matter with you?

What is the matter with you,
Margaux?

You filled the empty space
in your life

with a lying,
dangerous fanatic,

and that is what you became.

I don't have sympathy for you.
You brought this on yourself.

- I don't know anything.
- And I don't believe you.

Now you listen to me.

My father is ill,

and I refuse to spend the last
days of his life in prison

for something that I didn't do.

So last question, Margaux,

and then I start
with the cheekbones.

I'm only gonna ask you once.

How do you want to spend
the next seven minutes?

I hope you rest in peace.

Aah!

Uhh! Ow!

I heard you wanted to see me.

- I didn't know if you'd come.
- Well, I don't have a choice.

You said you had new information
about this murder,

so let's hear it.

There was no murder.

- Victoria is alive.
- All right.

Look, I don't get to decide
as to whether or not to show up,

but I do get to decide
when I leave.

Ben, listen to me.

She staged a fake murder,
set me up, and took off.

We identified her body, Emily.

We have dental records
and x-rays.

They're not hers.

She switched them with a woman
named Mary Gaines.

She died last week.

Did she now? Mary Gaines?

So this new information

just came to you last night
in a dream?

Or by carrier pigeon?

Please, just stop already.

You know,
I saw your father earlier.

Do you have any idea
the damage that you're causing?

Or the people that
you're hurting out there?

Yes, Ben,
and I know that you're one of those people.

Look,
I am sorry for the way that I treated you,

for thinking that
I didn't have to be honest

because somehow my life
was different.

I know I haven't been the kind
of person that you can trust,

but please...

You can trust me now.

I know how
Victoria pulled this off.

Tell me.

I think the seed was planted

the night I gave
that interview...

Victoria, if you're watching,

it is in your hands
to end this.

When the whole world
turned against her.

She read up on how to fake
one's own death

and get away...

I would be remiss

if I didn't thank you
for that brilliant idea

I found on that flash drive
of yours.

She knew that without a body,

remains that could be identified as her own,
it wouldn't work.

Sometimes desperation
breeds results.

And in this case, the result was
an unclaimed body in New Jersey.

Someone who wouldn't be missed.

And with that,
Victoria set her plan in motion.

Uhh! Uhh!

She made it look like

I attacked her
in a parking garage,

made sure there were witnesses

who would say as much
to the police.

She staged her penthouse to look
like she was assaulted...

Seasoned it liberally
with her blood...

The rest of which she gave
to Mason to plant in my car.

She altered her handwriting
just enough

to make her suicide note look

like a good
but not great forgery.

All that was left
was the big finish...

Making the world believe

that I was a bigger monster
than she had ever been.

A monster who burned
the queen alive

in the castle she used to own.

Wow. That's...

So... Where is she now?

I don't know.

I see.

So she staged this whole thing.

She fooled everyone on earth
but you

and just disappeared.

You don't believe me.
You don't think I'm telling the truth.

No, it... It's not that I don't
think you're telling the truth.

It's that I don't think
you know how to tell the truth.

All right, I don't think there's
any difference in your head

between the stories that
you spin and actual facts.

And that is
what makes you dangerous.

Ben, please, listen to me.
She is out there.

This one time,
I need you to believe me.

I know you do.

But...

I don't.

Excuse me? Detective?

Ms. Ellis.
Is everything okay?

Well, yes. I asked for you,
and they sent me here.

- Is this okay?
- Yes, please, sit down.

How can I help you?

So I found something, and...

I didn't know what to do.

So, um...

This was
in Victoria Grayson's closet.

I found it hidden
inside a garment bag.

You found this
in Victoria's penthouse?

Do you recognize it?

Looks like the one

Victoria said Emily was wearing
when she was attacked.

Look...

I can't believe I'm saying this,
but, um...

What if Victoria killed herself

and made it look
like Emily did it?

You're a long way from the Hamptons,
Detective.

- Yeah.
- Sign here.

And I'll need the name
of the deceased.

Mary Gaines.

Okay. Yeah.

Uh, died last week, still unclaimed.
Drawer A12.

Huh. Uh...

There must be a mistake.

Bodies don't just disappear.

No. Not usually.

Your guy has juice.

Gettin' a judge on the phone
at home?

Am I done here?

Free to go.

- Arraignment's tomorrow.
- Yes.

Margaux.

Louise?

What are you doing here?

Your office said you were
gettin' out today.

- And we need to talk.
- I'm in a hurry.

Listen,
I spoke with Detective Hunter,

- and...
- Wait. Why?

I think Victoria lied to us.

When I was packing up
her penthouse,

I found the hoodie
that she said Emily was wearing

when she supposedly
attacked her.

- No, Emily did attack her.
- If she lied about that,

she could've lied
about a lot of things.

And you told Detective Hunter
this?

I think Nolan was right.

When I talked to him
at the penthouse...

Whoa, whoa, wait. Nolan?

Nolan Ross was
in Victoria's penthouse?

Well, he was trying to sneak in
through the fire door.

But he was looking for proof
that Victoria had framed Emily.

Nolan is a liar
and manipulator.

You know that better than
anyone.

How many times are you going
to let him do this to you?

But he wasn't lying this time.
I'm certain of it.

You mean when you caught him

breaking into
Victoria's hotel room?

Something we can assume
he's done before.

Are you saying
he planted the hoodie?

Of course he did.
That's what he does.

He wanted you to find it.

Well, if that's the case,
then I played right into his hands.

Margaux, I don't feel so good.

Ma chère, you're exhausted.
And who can blame you?

It's been a terrible week
for all of us.

Go put some cold water
on your face.

Then I'll take you home.

It's Mademoiselle LeMarchal.

I need to retain your services
immediately.

It's urgent.

No. No, that can't be.
They said they caught it early.

Well, that was based on
the initial tests.

Then after the seizure,
they ran different tests.

It spread.

It's in my brain.

Well,
so they'll treat that, too,

with more chemotherapy, right?

No.

No,
they stopped the chemotherapy.

- And replacing it with what?
- Nothing.

Stage IV lymphoma.

There's no more ways
to fight it.

Well, that's because they aren't
trying hard enough.

How long? How...
How many years?

Not years.

Months.

They said maybe six months
if I'm lucky.

No, I don't believe that.
Neither do you.

- Amanda...
- Doctors are wrong all the time.

This is one of those times.

We will see specialists.
We will get other opinions.

I did.
I got the same opinions.

I can get more,
but it won't change.

You don't know that.
You don't know anything.

There are clinical trials,
experimental drugs.

I have money to spend on this.

Nolan has money
to spend on this.

If we have to fund
our own damn lab,

that is what we will do.

How did you learn
to fight so hard?

Say it, Dad.

Tell me that is what we will do.

That's what we'll do.

Yeah.

_

Son of a bitch.

You are alive.

Never go to New Jersey
on business.

You...

Shh.

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