Revenge

My father was an innocent man,

destroyed by powerful people.

The Graysons are behind this. They're gonna pay.

I've dedicated my life to avenging his death.

Eventually, someone's gonna find you out.

And I won't stop until they've all paid the price.

You will always be the clueless frat boy

who crashed your car, crushed my spine,

- and never looked back. - She lost her job.

Helping her get another was the least I could do.

I thought you were set for life, Sara. I'm sorry.

- Why are you doing this, Daniel? - To earn your forgiveness.

You're the first person in a long time to be able to make me smile.

Jack went to Conrad and told him

that Patrick tampered with his brakes.

He's probably being chased out of town as we speak.

Conrad is a ruthless man. You're not safe.

- I can't. - Go!

Growing up, my father said the ocean

was a great escape.

As time passed, I also learned

that its expanse holds greater secrets

and the ability to hold mine...

And that like love, it is at its heart

fluid, powerful, and sometimes violent.

Next time you're here,

the authorities will have Victoria in custody.

- Soon after, I'll take you away from everything. - And everyone.

But in its harshest reality,

the ocean is a barrier

separating you from those you love.

When this is done, I'll never see my sister again...

Or Nolan.

I know.

You'll be okay.

Are you writing a letter to Patrick--

Your natural born killer?

It's the only means of correspondence I have

to keep away from the prying eyes

of the minions I'm sure you have looking for him.

Why would I waste the time and effort?

It's that smug smirk I'm going to miss the least

after we've converted our money,

and I have left you for good.

Now there's an action that may compel me

to hire some folks to go looking for your boy.

Excuse my confusion, Conrad,

but are you threatening Patrick to keep me by your side?

You know, I believe I am...

Starting with your magnificent presence downstairs

for the little Grayson confab

you've obviously forgotten about.

I've enlisted a P.R. specialist to help right the course

of my trajectory.

So if you value Patrick's freedom,

you know, you may want to find some public worth

in the family you still have.

I still don't see why we're here.

If my father wants to rehab his image,

he can do it himself.

I've already educated him on re-branding

and how you're all an extension of his good name.

I'm a Clarke.

Whoever you are.

That whole "slumming it in Montauk" thing...

Gold. People love it when the rich help the poor.

But where's the bang for my wedding buck?

There were no cameras when you went ring shopping.

Has the venue even been announced?

- Who's making the cake? - We are not a very showy couple.

Is it we? Or is it you?

I am damn good at doing my research,

and you're a mystery.

You need to be more like Daniel.

That publisher's profile is exactly the kind

of rebound story I love.

Hurt a girl... Tortured soul...

Redemption.

And I just hired Sara at the Stowaway.

Really?

We ran into her. It's a long story.

One I need to hear.

If I am to guide your father back into America's hearts,

I run the narrative on this family from here on out.

I see you couldn't even extend the courtesy of waiting,

- Ms. Preston. - "Bizzy," please.

- Bizzy. - It's such a pleasure, Victoria.

And I figured I might as well get a jump on the kids

so as not to waste your time.

While I applaud your gumption, Bizzy,

I feel this Independence Day party I'm throwing,

along with Emily's wedding shower,

should prove sufficient for the society papers.

That won't help if those rags think

that you two are still at odds.

The last event you attended led to a fight

worthy of pay-per-view.

And since there is little benefit in positioning Conrad

as master of a house divided,

I need to rewrite your story... Pronto.

And how do you propose to do that?

First off, I am plugging your 4th of July party

as the reintroduction of the happy Grayson clan,

followed by a mother/daughter-in-law

goodwill tour that I will lay out for you

when the three of us have lunch tomorrow.

Right there...

That's all I need-- You two.

And that's what I'm gonna get.

Trying to get some scoop on the wedding?

They've got big things planned.

I'm sure they do.

What brings you by?

I... brought you some macaroons

to welcome you back.

Thanks.

That's a nice surprise.

How was L.A.?

Wining and dining photographers for Voulez

is not as glamorous as one might think.

Oh, really? Weird.

I've had a totally different experience when doing it.

I don't suppose you're free tonight?

Ooh. He comes bearing gifts,

and now he's looking for a date?

I should leave town more often.

But no. I have too much work to catch up on

with the wedding approaching.

Ah, it'll still be here tomorrow.

Don't let the Graysons take over your life.

Hi.

I've lost my touch.

A week later, and all I've dug up

is a one-way flight from Philly to Richmond?

I just want to know that Patrick's all right.

Well, you should be happy that he's not here.

He would also be scrutinized by the publicist Conrad hired.

She wants me and Victoria to play nice for the press.

Oh, you and Vicki, besties--

That kind of runs counter to your master plan

of framing her for your murder, no?

Exactly.

Which is why P.R. maven Bizzy Preston

is becoming a problem that I don't have time for.

What, you know her?

And loathe her.

Back in the day, I was, uh, dating this guy.

It was casual... fun.

Then I met his sister-- Up-and-coming pop star, Sage.

And she was more casual, more fun...

And as it turned out, married.

The press got ahold of our one-hit wonder,

and Bizzy squashed it...

By claiming I was gay.

I remember when that happened. It was right when we met.

I didn't know that she was behind it.

Neither did my father.

After years of being estranged,

Nolcorp's success had finally gotten us back on good terms,

even planning a visit to New York

to see my R&D facility.

Programmed a robot to open him a beer.

Then... He read the press release,

canceled his trip...

Never spoke to me again.

I'm sorry, Nolan.

Bizzy's the one who should be sorry.

And we have to stop you from becoming the next victim

of her P.R. machine.

She makes a living covering her clients' secrets.

We just have to expose them.

Yeah, but that's not a simple task.

She would do anything to protect 'em,

and the greater the retainer, the bigger her allegiance.

And I know a family who's paying top dollar.

What are you thinking?

She could help us with Victoria before we make her suffer.

It's not that easy.

She's smart, dangerous, lethal with information.

Well, I'm not afraid to give her some.

It's time she found out about my first husband.

Things were slow back there, so, uh...

I whipped up a little something.

Is this another attempt to get desserts

put on the menu?

Can you blame a girl for trying?

I'm glad you joined the crew around here.

You're a-- You're a breath of fresh air.

Thanks.

I got some stuff to do in the storeroom.

I was just on my way out to lunch.

I hope you don't mind me stopping by.

Well, it is a bar. That's kinda the point, right?

You settling in?

It's only been a week, but I can't complain.

You obviously miss your job at the bakery.

I know that look.

It means you got something on the brain.

I know this pastry thing has always been a dream of yours.

And this might sound crazy, but...