Revenge

Previously on Revenge...

Daddy!

When I was a child, my father was framed for a crime he didn't commit.

- Daddy! - Amanda!

Amanda Clarke no longer exists.

Before he died, he left a road map for revenge

that led me to the people who destroyed our lives.

The Grayson family is decimated.

I'm starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Jack came by here yesterday, didn't he?

Did you kiss him?

Yes.

Bye, Emily.

Jack and I are gonna have a baby.

And who are you?

You murdered my father.

If you board that plane...

It's gonna be the last thing that you do.

The government-chartered jet exploded shortly after takeoff.

Charlotte! Charlotte! Charlotte!

Everything that could've exonerated my father

- was on that plane. - Not exactly.

There's much more to the story.

What is she saying?

Your mother's alive.

(Muffled sound of helicopter blades whirring)

Sonar has picked up wreckage at 46 meters.

Roger that.

We'll continue surface sweep for survivors.

(Helicopter blades continue whirring)

Destiny...

To believe that a life is meant for a single purpose,

one must also believe in a common fate.

We have a visual on the vessel.

Roger that.

Father to daughter,

brother to sister, mother to child,

blood ties can be as unyielding as they are eternal.

Looks like some kind of fire or explosion brought her down.

This wasn't an accident.

But it is our bonds of choice

that truly light the road we travel...

Love versus hatred...

Loyalty against betrayal.

We got a body. Have the captain radio the coroner.

A person's true destiny

can only be revealed at the end of his journey.

(Helicopter blades continue whirring)

And the story I have to tell

is far from over.

It is not the ropes that bind her.

It is her fear.

She's not afraid to die.

I thought I might find you in here.

Sorry. I should've knocked.

It's okay.

Gonna take some getting used to,

her not being here.

And yet everywhere, all at the same time.

This room was her sanctuary.

I'll tell the staff that it's off-limits

and to leave everything as is.

No. No, nothing good comes from dwelling in the past.

Let's just move forward this summer,

like we promised.

Okay.

I'll give you some space.

Jack!

- You down here? - Yeah.

Well, the health inspector's coming in a half an hour.

- Mm. Okay. - Whew.

I'll be there. I'll be there.

Looks like you threw yourself

one hell of a pity party last night.

- Watch it. - I am watching it.

I don't like what I see.

You know, ever since Amanda came back,

you have been pushing further and further away.

Ready, Jack?

Our 10:00 prenatal?

Hold on, Amanda. Give me your hands.

Right. Uh, I...

Dec?

Oh, yeah, sure. I'll go see if I can push

the health inspector till later. Excuse me.

Fourth night in a row you spent out here.

You want to tell me what's going on?

Nothing. I just, uh... I haven't been sleeping well.

Didn't want to drag you into my insomnia.

You need your rest.

What I need is you, Jack.

Don't worry.

Once the baby comes, things will be different.

Hey...

In all the time you've known me,

have I ever broken a promise to you?

Today marks Charlotte's 60th day of sober living.

Congratulations. That's quite an accomplishment.

Charlotte always was an overachiever.

Just like my mother.

May she rest in peace.

Well, in light of your daughter's

clear commitment to her recovery,

I'm recommending we move ahead with her transition

to outpatient care next week.

I was hoping to be out in time for Memorial Day.

There's an art auction my mother used to sponsor

at the start of every season. I'd like to be there.

I don't know, sweetheart.

That might be too much, too soon.

Don't you think, doctor?

What would be too much

is losing a second chance to honor her.

I already missed Mom's funeral.

Don't take this away from me, too.

I have never taken a single thing away from you.

- You know that. - I'll tell you what.

Why don't we stick with the timetable,

and I'll escort you to the party?

Thanks, Dr. Thomas.

Yes, doctor, thank you so much.

- (Girl) Marco! - (Woman) Polo!

- Marco! - Polo!

- Marco! - Polo!

Marco!

Marco!

Polo!

Let's play again.

I found you, Mommy!

Mommy?

When are you coming home?

Mommy, when are you coming home?

Get off me. What the hell are you doing?

- I was saving your life. - Nobody asked you to do that.

I was this close

to unlocking a memory about my mother.

Had I known that was your intention,

I wouldn't have welcomed your return to training.

Amanda...

Don't call me that.

Look, I am not the enemy.

Please.

Trust me.

I already made that mistake once.

You've already failed

to kill the murderer of your father.

Who's to say he won't come for you again?

I'm counting on it, Takeda.

He might be the only person left who knows what happened to her.

You would throw away your training

on the unsupported assumption that your mother remains alive.

Dead or alive, I'm gonna find out what happened to her,

and when I do...

God help the people who kept me from her,

and that includes you.

And time!

- Go good around, Southpaw. - Thanks.

All right. Tomorrow?

- Yeah, Coach. - Okay.

"Southpaw," is it?

"Bruiser" was already taken, so...

- As you know, I bruise easily. - Always thinkin'.

Hello, Nolan.

Ems... Where the hell you been?

Regrouping.

Really?

Eight weeks, no word.

I was beginning to think I'd never see you again.

So... boxing.

I'm impressed.

And weight training and karate.

You never know when a white-haired maniac's

gonna pop out of the shadows with a knife or gun or shoe bomb.

Unless...

You didn't go finish the job, did you?

My priorities have shifted.

You want to go for a drive?

Sounds vaguely revenge-y.

Where to?

Back to the Hamptons.

So Takeda was behind Amanda's return,

baby bump included?

Kidding.

He claims he was training her to be my ally.

What do you mean, "claims"?

You still trust him, don't you?

Until I find out what happened to my mother,

I don't trust anybody.

Well, at least you can cross the Graysons off

your to-screw list.

Conrad's been buried under a cloud of suspicion

ever since Victoria's plane crash destroyed

all the S.E.C. evidence against him.

Not quite.

Ems...

- How many guest rooms do you have? - Why?

Well, casa Nolan's in escrow.

Wait. You sold your house?

Bad mojo.

If...