JACK: Previously on Revenge...
Daniel is on a digging mission
about my father investing in Nolcorp.
We play this right, we guarantee you the seat behind your father's desk. Ripped By mstoll
GUNTHER: Conrad Grayson, you're under arrest
- for the murder of Gordon Murphy. - (HANDCUFFS CLICK)
The victim is the same man
in Victoria Grayson's kidnapping case.
Can we count on your service?
What did you promise them?
I don't think I'll know until it's too late.
- Will you marry me? - Yes.
MASON: Emily Thorne. Allenwood.
Amanda Clarke.
EMILY: Penance is a sacrifice.
A voluntary punishment to show remorse for a sin.
(SCRAPING)
The more grievous the sin,
the greater the self-inflicted suffering.
For some,
the ultimate penance is death.
But for others,
it is simply a means to an end.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- (DOOR CREAKS) - Mason.
- Come on in. - Ahh.
The David Clarke house.
Now was it coincidence, serendipity,
or strategy that brought you here?
Location.
You're up early, for a writer.
(CHUCKLES) Who can sleep
when there are so many irksome questions?
Take the intime nature
of your friendship with Amanda Clarke for example.
You are on antipodal ends of the social strata, after all.
I don't choose my friends based on their net worth.
Then by what criteria?
A shared history, perhaps?
As much as we both enjoy
the sound of your voice, Mason,
why don't you just get to the point?
You know, it's amazing what you can find
when you know what you're looking for.
An Allenwood photo.
I've never denied my time in juvie.
Mmm, and yet, you pretend
to have only met Amanda Clarke last year,
which leads me to conclude that your paramour
and your former cell mate are one and the same.
You think that Amanda and I were lovers?
How else to explain your living in her childhood home,
bankrolling her exorbitant crusade?
Perhaps you should try
- your hand at fiction. - (SLIDES PAPER)
Either talk to me now, or you can read all about it
when I hit number one on the Times best-seller list...
Again.
America will devour the salacious tale
of the felonious Sapphic blondes and their vendetta against
one of the wealthiest families on the planet.
Mmm, to say nothing of the epic libel suit that will follow.
Not if I write the truth.
Then do.
And we won't have a problem.
(GASPS)
Kara!
Sorry. I seem to keep scaring you.
It's all right.
We've all had good reason to be on edge lately.
With everything being the way it is,
I think it's best if I go.
I booked a flight for this afternoon.
It's embarrassing,
but I need a credit card number to confirm it.
I have cash.
Nonsense. Please let me take care of it for you.
You're too kind.
It's a nice spot for a romantic breakfast.
Or is this strictly business?
I have some intel for you.
Business it is.
(SLIDES CHAIR)
WAITRESS: There you are. AIDEN: Thank you.
Enjoy your meal.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
You have 24 hours to position Daniel
to take over Grayson Global.
In 24 hours, Conrad will be arraigned on murder charges,
which will make Daniel's power grab
that much easier to construct.
The prosecutors are gonna drop the case.
You seem very sure of that,
considering the lengths you went to, to frame him.
Conrad's not my end game.
The investors' lunch at Grayson Manor's still a go,
which leads me to believe
the Initiative is sending an envoy.
How's that?
They didn't get Conrad out of jail for nothing.
You should be there.
Okay. Well... What about your mother?
Won't she be there, too?
She booked a flight to Colorado Springs this morning.
You're okay with that?
The sooner she gets out from under that roof,
the better for everyone.
I am genuinely sorry
for how things turned out with her.
I know you wanted more.
It's probably for the best.
Finally got him to quiet down.
- (SIGHS) - Hey.
Who's Narciso Rodriguez?
He made Carolyn Bessette's dress
when she married John-John Kennedy.
Oh. That Narciso Rodriguez.
When I was 10, my, um,
foster mom collected magazines
with their wedding on the cover,
and I was practically obsessed with it.
I wanted, um,
my wedding to be like theirs someday.
It's stupid.
It's not stupid.
Money's tight, I know.
- I'm not 10 anymore. - (CELL PHONE RINGS)
It's fine.
"Mason Treadwell"?
What do you want, Mason?
To invite you for lunch chez moi.
I just had the most intriguing chat
with little Carl's godmother.
CliffsNotes version?
I know about your little jailhouse connection,
and I'd like to give you a chance
to tell your side of the tale.
Uh, wow. That's, uh, fantastic.
Sounds like a "yes."
I'll text you the address.
Big kiss to baby Carl.
What was that about?
Mason, um,
wants to give me a journal my father gave him
- to research his book. - (SIGHS)
Are you sure that you want to open up all these old wounds?
One last time.
I promise.
VICTORIA: Conrad, last time I found you here
was four years ago after the market crash.
It's my little spot at the end of the world.
You contemplating wading out to sea and never coming back?
Hell, no. Why go to the trouble of killing myself
when there are so many others lining up to do it for me?
Conrad,
you're worth far more to these fiends alive.
As long as I nurture and hide their assets
within my company, yes.
By the way, I've been informed that they're sending an attaché
to the investor luncheon
to deliver my marching orders.
The Initiative is coming to our home?
Yes, and once they cross the threshold,
they're free to stay forever,
just like the undead.
I will be damned if I let those people
write the final word on us.
Don't tell me you're planning to go toe-to-toe with the Initiative.
Why not?
You and I are already doomed.
Let them think we're laying down,
and when the time comes,
I say we drag them to hell with us.
Emily.
What'd you say to Mason Treadwell?
As little as possible.
He figured out that we were at Allenwood together.
I know, and now he's invited me over for lunch.
- Where's your gun? - Amanda, calm down.
My plan is working.
Yeah? How would I know?
You never tell me anything, and whatever it is you're doing,
it's taking too long.
We need to shut him up for good.
Amanda, one more day, and I promise,
everything is gonna be fine.
Sorry.
As of last night, you're no longer calling the shots.
What are you talking about?
Jack proposed, and I said yes.
For once in my messed-up life,
I have a chance at a real family.
I've come too far to let Treadwell steal that away from me now.
If you go through with what you're thinking of doing,
you're the one who's gonna destroy your new family,
not Mason Treadwell.
Now give me your phone.
(BEEPING)
Cancel lunch.
Tell him that you're getting a restraining order.
(PHONE RINGS)
ON VOICEMAIL: You've reached Mason Treadwell,
bon vivant and provocateur.
Leave your bon mots at the tone.
Mason. Amanda.
Forget about lunch, and if I ever as much as hear your name again,
I will (INHALES DEEPLY) Get a restraining order.
Perfect.
Now go home to Jack and the baby
and be grateful for what you have.
(WHEELS SQUEAKING)
I hear you bought yourself a bar.
Hey, little brother.
Bought into. I'm just the co-owner.
For now, right?
There's good money in getting people drunk.
Even better money in these five boat slips we now co-own.
Well, unfortunately, they're in long-term leases with some longshoremen.
Well, leases are made to be broken.
Don't forget what you're doing here.
That's the thing, it turns out the kids on the mortgage, they're good guys.
Well, the same can't be said about their old man
and the rest of the businesses along these docks.
I really gotta remind you?
- Old man is dead. - That's a damn shame.
JACK: Need any help with that?
Jack, hey.
- Meet my brother Nate. - Hey.
Jack's my partner in the bar.
Jack Porter.
Congratulations, Porter.
Kenny here, he's got the Midas touch.
Pretty soon, your place will be turning profits you can't imagine.
(CHUCKLES)
CONRAD: So the complete guest list is on this...
ASHLE Y: Why? Am I missing something?
CONRAD: It's not important.
ASHLE Y: I think that should be everyone.
Oh, Kara. You're leaving?
Yeah. Tell your folks I said thanks.
DANIEL: Listen, before you go,
I've got a question I've been wanting to ask you.
I don't mean to sound insensitive, but, uh...
You were still married to David Clarke
when he went to work for my father, right?
Yes. I tried to convince him not to move us to New York.
Things may have worked out differently.
He keep any records of any personal investments
he might have made after
- he joined the company... - (DOORBELL RINGS)
Maybe from a joint account?
The man was deceiving the whole world.
- Lf he wanted to hide something, - (DOOR OPENS)
He knew how to do it.
Daniel, Kara, I'm so sorry to interrupt.
I wanted to leave this at your parents' wedding before...
The whole thing went to hell?
(SIGHS)
Mom and Dad will be very touched,
assuming it's not ticking.
(CHUCKLES)
I see the police didn't hold your father for long.
I can't imagine the charges will stick.
Yeah. Can't keep a good man down.
DANIEL: I'm gonna be late for my flight.
Amanda didn't tell me that you were leaving.
No, I've never done well with good-byes.
Have I missed a bon-voyage party?
Oh, I was just heading out.
I didn't want to bother you again.
Oh, well, I'll take you to your car.
Hello, Emily.
Victoria... For you.
Oh, a wedding gift.
How thoughtful.
Would you please take this upstairs
and put it with the rest of the unopened gifts?
I hope to see you again, Kara.
I know Amanda will feel the same way.
That woman's had it pretty rough.
- (DOOR CLOSES) - Whole family has.
Yeah.
Take care, Daniel.
(DOOR OPENS)
(NOLAN EXHALES)
(CLEARS THROAT)
What, it wasn't, uh, enough
to pilfer my only friend?
Now you want my office, too?
On the contrary.
I'd say Emily belongs to you.
Hence, why I'm here.
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
(SIGHS)
Okay.
I'm mostly ears.
Emily and I have a plan in motion
to infiltrate Grayson Global
and to draw out the Initiative.
The plan hinges on Conrad's ouster
and Daniel's ascension to power.
But first, to gain legitimacy,
Daniel must prove that they own
a majority stake of Nolcorp.
What makes you think I would fork over
my life's work to the Axis of Evil, hmm?
Because this might be our last chance to save Emily.
Emily drew funds from a buried account.
She's been cashed out of Nolcorp since I went public in 2006.
Well, that's nothing that a team of forensic accountants
wouldn't uncover if they started to dig deep enough.
And trust me, once Grayson's team starts digging,
they won't stop until he gets what he's after,
which means Emily's fate rests with you.
(GROANS LOUDLY)
You're asking for proof of David Clarke's original investment?
And here it is.
(CLOSES DRAWER)
On record,
I am only doing this for Emily
because her father asked me to keep her safe.
But what I want to know is,
why are you doing this?
What is she to you, exactly?
She's someone who I once hurt very badly.
And now I'm trying to make it up to her.
Well...
Hurt her again,
and I swear, you will pay.
Understood.
(PHONE RINGS)
Aiden, where the hell are you?
On my way to you with David Clarke's original check to Nolan Ross
for Nolcorp's start-up funds.
Are you serious? I thought the government seized all his financials.
Only the ones that they could find.
The players are lined up, Danny.
Time to strike.
Are you in?
I'm in.
In for what, Daniel? What's happening?
We're taking over the company.
Now listen, I'm gonna need you to keep my father occupied
while I assemble the power players this afternoon.
No problem, but are you sure you can trust Aiden?
He's given me no reason not to.
Just keep my dad in the spotlight
after his speech and away from the library.
If I can persuade our key investors to back me,
I'm gonna call for a vote of no confidence
- on my father next week. - (KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Daniel, a word?
Don't mind me.
I couldn't help overhearing you ask Kara
about David Clarke's investments.
Couldn't you?
Last spring, you were so vehement
against my testifying for the government.
I'd have thought that plane crash
would've put all that intrigue behind you.
What's the sudden re-interest?
Oh, I don't know. Why did you invite his wife to stay with us?
Must have been awkward for her, sleeping in the same house
with the home wrecker who bore his child.
Don't be smart.
You're going to have to start focusing
on how you're going to proceed if your father stands trial.
And how do you plan to proceed?
Will you be standing by your man,
or was that vow as fake as the rest?
That's entirely my business.
Now understand something, Daniel.
I have always been and will continue to be your strongest advocate.
So don't keep secrets.
You'll only live to regret them.
So now you're stalking me?
Not to mention breaking and entering.
Through an unlocked door?
Whatever. I meant what I said about a restraining order.
Well, I'm not here to see you, my dear.
I'm here waiting for your betrothed.
I thought he might like to include this
in the family scrapbook.
(SIGHS)
It's not what you think, Mason.
And I'll tell you the whole truth,
but you have to promise to help me.
Help you? Of course.
I'll do whatever I can. What is it?
Not here.
(LOWERED VOICE) I have to protect Jack and the baby.
MASON: Protect them from what?
(SIGHS)
(NORMAL VOICE) None of it was my idea.
I never even wanted to go along with it.
Emily masterminded the whole thing.
But why should Emily Thorne
care about vindicating your father?
Because she's obsessed with me.
Has been ever since the first day at Allenwood.
Used me in her sick game.
Used you to what?
Please. We can't do this here.
I'll follow you to your place.
(LOWERED VOICE) Emily would destroy us both
if she knew I was talking to you.
You rest assured, Amanda,
she never will.
NOLAN: Tell me a little more
about your friend Aiden Mathis.
I've known him for years.
He's another one of Takeda's protégés.
Oh. You might have mentioned that.
"Hey, Nolan.
"This one time at revenge camp, I met this fellow avenger,
"and, oh, guess where he's going to be summering."
What did he want?
Oh. Just the original check
from your father's investment in Nolcorp.
- Don't. - (CELL PHONE BEEPS)
It's too late.
Nolan, your company, everything that you've worked for...
Means nothing if it could potentially hurt
the, uh, only real family I've ever had.
- (INSTRUMENTAL JAZZ PLAYING) - (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Helen. Welcome to my home.
Conrad, you're looking well.
We're all sending good thoughts your way
regarding the arraignment tomorrow.
Oh, I do appreciate that.
Helen Crowley, my wife Victoria.
Helen is one of our largest shareholders.
Pleasure.
For me as well.
I've heard so many things.
Excuse me.
(LOWERED VOICE) We'll speak privately before I go,
and I am looking forward to meeting your recent houseguest.
She's one of them, isn't she?
In the flesh.
Our future. Hmm?
I'll get Mr. Grayson ready for his speech.
The guy cleans up well.
So...
How serious was it between you two?
I'm not gonna talk to you about Aiden, Nolan.
Oh. Let's talk about your mom.
Are you really ready to let her disappear again
after everything that we went through to find her?
It's safer for her this way.
She used Victoria's credit card
to book a flight to Colorado Springs.
And you know this how?
I've been tracking her online transactions.
Oh.
When everything settles down,
I should know where to find her.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Jack.
Hi. I...
Hear congratulations are in order.
Yeah. Yeah, usually you have the wedding
before the baby, but... (CHUCKLES)
(LOWERED VOICE) Congratulations?
Well, sometimes it's best when things just happen.
I'm sure you two will be very happy.
Us three.
Thanks, Emily. Uh, listen...
I have a weird question. Do you...
Do you happen to have Mason Treadwell's phone number?
Amanda went over to his place earlier for lunch,
but she should be back by now to take over baby duty.
I gotta get behind the bar.
No, I don't, but if I hear from her, I'll let her know you called.
All right. Thank you.
Okay. Bye.
Jack and Amanda are getting married?
Ems, Ems, that is huge.
I hope you didn't make plans this afternoon,
because I'm gonna need you.
- (SIGHS) - (DOOR OPENS)
Seems like old times.
So this is it.
All your research.
Every word, every image,
every syllable of my investigation.
Amanda, I want you to know
that I deeply regret the role I played in your father's demise.
This next book will not only clear his name,
but also portray you as a victim of your stalker,
Ms. Emily Thorne, the sociopathic socialite.
It's a relief to finally tell someone.
You have no idea.
Oh, confession, they say, is good for the soul.
And for book sales.
Now, uh, getting back to your days
working at that descriptively named gentleman's club,
I couldn't help noticing that
your last spin on the dance pole
coincided with the murder of Frank Stevens.
Now my theory is that Emily alerted you to the danger,
then had someone dispatch him?
She's unhinged.
You have no idea what she might do
when her back's up against the wall.
Including bashing in a man's skull?
She'll do whatever it takes.
Amanda, no!
(GRUNTS)
- No! (GRUNTS) - Give it to me!
- Go home. - He knows everything.
Don't you see? We don't have a choice.
(PANTS)
Choose your family.
(PANTING)
You're making a huge mistake.
(DOOR SLAMS)
So I was right.
You really are the brains in this Machiavellian scheme.
You were this close, Mason.
But you missed the one thing
that's been right under your nose the whole time.
She's not Amanda Clarke.
You are.
Hmm.
After my father was arrested,
you were the only person I could trust.
I believed you when you said
that you'd write the real story.
You had the power to change my future.
And my father's.
And words can't express my regrets.
No. Words, Mason, are exactly the weapon that you chose.
Everything that I have become
and everything that I've given up
is because of what they did to my father.
And what you
failed to do for him.
If I could redress the balance...
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Just in time.
You close?
Is who close?
Oh, I'm on my way,
but I've got some bad news, I think.
Guess who just ditched her flight at JFK
and just rented a car on Victoria's credit card.
Your mother's gone rogue.
(SIGHS) Damn it.
Do you want me to stay here or stick to the plan?
Stick to the plan.
Time to start making amends, Mason.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Who is this?
Kara, it's Mason Treadwell.
I have urgent information about the murder of Gordon Murphy.
How'd you get this number?
Your husband gave it to me.
I'll meet you at Bel-Aire Cove in 30 minutes.
I would like to express my gratitude
for your unwavering support
through these incredibly challenging times.
- (WHISPERING) - A man in my position
can't help but generate powerful enemies,
which is the only sound explanation
for the outrageous accusations constantly hurled my way.
So get used to it, because in the coming months when the dust settles,
I assure you, the only thing making headlines
will be the alchemy behind your rising portfolios.
(GUESTS MURMURING)
Now Victoria and I are honored to have you at our home,
and I look forward to allaying any concerns
you may have. Thank you very much.
Conrad, you promised a Q&A.
Yes, of course.
Perfect.
How did you know Gordon?
Such an enigma of a man.
Could anyone really know Gordon Murphy?
Cut to the chase, Mason.
Show her the pocket watch.
This came into my possession from a police friend.
However misunderstood he was,
clearly you and Gordon shared a deep connection.
If you intend to honor his memory,
you must go as far away from here
and these
people as possible.
That is what he wanted for you, is it not?
Yes.
Then you must go, Kara.
But before you do, there is one more thing
that you need to know about your first love.
David Clarke didn't lie to you.
He was a victim as well.
Mason, what the hell are you doing?
Penance. Isn't this what you wanted?
What? I don't... I don't understand.
Twenty years ago, a book I wrote
about your first husband
depicted him as a calculating villain
when in fact, he was an innocent man...
Mason, stop. She's not ready to hear this.
...whose only crime was to run afoul
of some very powerful, very malignant people.
Mason, she's off her medication. She's unstable.
The Graysons.
Yes. They paid me to perpetuate their lies.
Mason, stop her.
Wait! My story isn't finished.
(GRUNTS)
(SIGHS)
- (CELL PHONE BEEPS) - (AUTO-DIALS)
(PHONE RINGS)
AIDEN ON VOICEMAIL: Leave a message.
Aiden, my mother's on her way back to the Graysons',
and she's out for blood.
Keep your eyes open.
Damn it.
DANIEL: As our most important clients,
I know that many of you, if not all,
are planning to pull your investment
in Grayson Global tomorrow.
But I know something the rest of the world does not.
Our firm is actually undervalued by as much as 50%.
As I've recently discovered,
Grayson Global has an indisputable multibillion-dollar stake
in Nolcorp software and electronics,
a fact my father has either been couching
or oblivious to for the past 20 years.
If you'll consider me
as a replacement to my father as CEO,
I will guarantee this company's solvency,
and under my leadership, we will move on Nolcorp
and triple our net worth inside a year.
The choice is yours.
(WHISTLES)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS IN DISTANCE)
(BEEPING)
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
WOMAN: How do you plan to run your company from prison?
I assure you, that won't be necessary.
Look, even if there is a trial,
I'm prepared to appoint an interim leadership
to navigate the day-to-day until I'm acquitted. So...
(GUESTS MURMURING)
(LOWERED VOICE) This is a disaster.
Where the hell is everyone? Where's my son?
I have no idea...
- Mr. Grayson. - Yes.
Mrs. Grayson needs to speak with you in her suite.
It's urgent.
Excuse me.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Conrad, I have bad news.
Oh, yes.
That does seem to be going around.
Shut the door.
Kara, whatever demons you're struggling with,
we can get you the best help possible.
The only demons I'm struggling with
are standing right in front of me.
I want a confession.
You can start by telling me what you did to David.
You were never in love with him, were you?
Oh, no. She was. She was very much. I mean, too much.
- I want to hear it... - Kara.
From her.
Victoria had nothing to do with what happened to David.
It was all me.
- Conrad... - No, no, no, seriously.
Look, I made a deal
with some nefarious people who had every intention
of framing me for that plane going down.
So you blamed it on David?
The man was stealing my wife.
Yeah, I wanted him to feel the same level of pain
that he'd inflicted on me.
Come on. You of all people should understand that.
And I'm sorry to say
that your David was a very trusting man,
which made the thing...
It was almost child's play.
Looking for this?
Get in the dressing room.
Both of you.
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING) - (POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
Gentlemen, make yourselves at home.
We have a warrant, Mr. Treadwell.
We need to speak with you about the murder of Gordon Murphy
as well as the conspiracy to frame Conrad Grayson.
Conspiracy indeed.
(RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES)
Detective Gunther?
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(CONTINUES SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
EMILY: Why the hell haven't you been answering your phone?
- Is she there? - Yeah.
She's standing 10 feet away from me.
Her name's Helen Crowley.
Emily, we've just made contact with the Initiative.
I'm talking about my mother.
She never got on that plane. She's coming for the Graysons.
You have to stop her.
Bloody hell. Well, where is she?
- I don't know. I can't... - (CLICKING KE YS)
I can't find her or Victoria and Conrad.
Wait.
(BEEPING)
A half a dozen cameras have been disabled.
She's got them in Victoria's bedroom.
Second floor, end of the hall.
- Switch the rest of them off. - Aiden...
(PANTS)
Trust me.
(TYPING)
(BEEPING)
(EXHALES)
Put these on.
Make no mistake, Kara.
After David's arrest, there was no relief.
And after his conviction, there was only guilt.
What, so you want me to believe
that it would be too merciful to kill you?
There are far more insidious forces at work here.
Shut up!
The people who blew up Flight 197, they killed David.
To be more specific, Gordon did.
Liar.
It's true. There's proof,
a torn picture of David on the day he died.
I saw the photograph. It proves nothing.
Well, then you didn't see both halves.
Look in the lining of my jewelry box.
Turn around.
Gordon.
VICTORIA: He murdered David, Kara.
No, no. No, no.
He couldn't.
He did. And so much more. He was one of them.
He was the worst of them.
- Shut up! - (LOUD CLATTER)
Kneel down!
The blindfolds!
Put them on. Put them on now.
CONRAD: I'm sorry, Victoria.
(MUFFLED GRUNT)
(SNIFFS)
Mmm.
- (GRUNTS) - It's okay. You're safe.
What, you... You grabbed me?
No.
Agent Mathis did.
How are you involved?
I'm afraid I brought her into this.
I snuck you off the estate down the beach path,
and, uh, Ms. Thorne was there.
He showed me his badge.
I checked with the bureau. He's legitimate.
These pills,
they were, um, found on your husband,
but there was no trace of medication in his system,
so, um, they're yours, aren't they?
EMILY: You don't have to be ashamed.
There are people who can help you.
And unfortunately,
the people that Gordon worked for
have you in their crosshairs.
Whatever plans you had for the Graysons
would likely end up getting you killed if you had stayed.
My only plan for the Graysons
was to scare them into telling me the truth.
- There's, um... (CLEARS THROAT) - (PILLS RATTLE)
There's a car, a full tank of gas,
and some money to get you started.
(KE YS RATTLE)
You're not taking me in?
(SIGHS) Not if you promise never to return.
It's the only way to save yourself and...
Your daughter.
Best of luck.
I don't know how to thank you.
Well, just...
Keep yourself safe.
Kara, is there
anything that you want me to tell Amanda?
(SIGHS)
Just tell her I wish I could've been a better mother.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SINGING)
- (DOOR CLOSES) - (ENGINE STARTS)
I can...
I can stay if you want. It's not a problem.
No, you go.
I have one more loose end to tie up.
Okay.
(DOOR CLOSES)
PADMA: I'm assuming we've got workman's comp, right?
Padma.
You okay?
I figured I'd kick off my shoes,
- get comfy, stab myself on your rug. - (CHUCKLES)
Did you break a glass?
Something wrong?
Would you still want me
if I wasn't Nolan Ross?
Because tomorrow, he may cease to exist as you know him.
Conditions change, but you can't.
Mmm. I don't know.
I hate feet, and look at me now.
I am.
And...
No matter what happens,
I'll always see you as Nolan Algernon Ross.
(WHISPERS) My middle name's Mitchell.
(WHISPERS) I gave it a shot.
I told you, I'm not going to answer a single question
until I speak to my lawyer.
No lawyer's gonna help you now, Mason.
Well, well, well.
If isn't Benedict Clarke.
You must be proud of yourself,
lulling me into complacency only to double-cross me.
I'm almost flattered the police think me capable
of such a byzantine scheme to bring down a government plane,
murder my accomplice,
then frame an innocent tycoon for the crime.
I assume you're here to gloat.
(EXHALES)
I'm here to make a deal.
The next time Detective Gunther walks in that door,
you're going to waive your right to an attorney.
You will go to prison for crimes you didn't commit,
including downing that plane, just like my father did.
Only difference is,
you're going to give a full confession
so that we can avoid a trial.
(CHUCKLES)
That's some deal.
I think I'll pass.
Well, if you do,
the police will soon uncover
a staggering amount of evidence against you,
right down to my mother's testimony
about how you were in league with Gordon Murphy.
I recorded the whole thing.
My answer is still no.
If there's a trial, I have a fighting chance.
At the very least, I'll be able to expose you and your treachery.
You're forgetting, Mason,
that I'm in possession of the only thing
that could one day exonerate you...
A full confession of my own.
If you cooperate, I will set you free
when I deem the time to be right.
Which could be eons.
Or just enough time for you to write my entire story,
from the night my father was arrested
to the day my vengeance is complete.
This is the book
that we both know you were destined to write.
Poetic justice or my true legacy?
Or perhaps a touch of both?
And the world will finally meet
the real Leo Mason Treadwell.
I guess you've got a deal, Ms. Clarke.
EMILY: To properly do penance,
one must express contrition for one's sins
and perform acts to repair the damage
caused by those transgressions.
I've been thinking about our wedding.
The one you imagined as a kid.
So have I.
I don't want a fancy wedding, Jack.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
- All I need is you. - (COOS)
And little Carl
and a few friends on the boat you named after me.
(KNOCKS)
So I just spoke to our so-called security detail,
and the cameras went black for about five minutes today,
during which Kara Clarke Murphy vanished.
The Initiative.
(HUFFS)
You'd think they would've simply let her kill us.
I don't think the word "simply" is even in their vocabulary.
And as you so astutely pointed out,
our value to them is in our ability to serve,
for the moment.
Conrad, there's something I have to tell you.
It's about Daniel...
Whatever it is, it can wait until morning.
A morning I truly believed we would never see.
Please sleep well, sweetheart.
(WHISPERS) I'll be right outside your door.
EMILY: It is only when those acts are complete
that the slate can truly be wiped clean
and amnesty gives way to a new beginning.
I... (SIGHS)
Just thought I'd come check on you.
It's been a rough day.
You all right?
(SIGHS)
You keep asking me that.
And you never give me an answer. Ripped By mstoll
(SHOES CLATTER)