Revenge

Previously on Revenge:

The white-haired man is dead. His name was Gordon Murphy.

I found this on him.

- He knew my mother. - Seen this man?

- What's he wanted for? - Kidnapping.

Show this to Charlotte.

It's one of my father's journals, or at least my version of it.

There is one person I wish to welcome to the fold...

Amanda Clarke.

You and your new family were all over the news.

I am committed to our child.

I just don't think I can commit to you.

- It's me. - God, Gordon, please be okay.

I love you.

Some think intuition is a gift.

But it can be a curse as well...

A voice calling to us from places

that are better left unexplored...

An echo of memories that will never die...

No matter how hard we try to kill them.

So...

Reconsidered my apology?

You found my mother.

Received at 1:21 A.M.

- It's me. - Where are you?

Um, some guy claiming to be a Detective Lasky

came by with a sketch

asking questions.

I know what I'm supposed to do.

What, that's your mother's voice?

And I checked.

Detective Lasky doesn't exist.

Where did you go yesterday, Aiden?

How did you find the flight recorder?

I lifted a key off your would-be killer's body

before you knocked me out.

Look, if the woman on that message really is your mother

and she's as deeply involved

with the man who killed your father as it appears,

the initiative are gonna be all over her.

This Detective Lasky is probably one of them.

All the more reason I need to find her.

And tell her what?

Have you thought how she might react

when she finds out that Gordon's dead?

I didn't kill him.

And if she asks me,

I'll have no problem telling her who did.

Right, will that be before or after you tell her

who you really are?

Or maybe she'll save you the trouble by recognizing you.

Think, Emily.

This woman has the power to destroy

everything you came here to do.

We don't know what her motives are.

The white-haired man had nearly twenty years

to brainwash her into believing anything he wanted.

That... that is exactly the point I've been trying to make.

Before you track her down,

you better be prepared for what you might find.

Em...

This is a terrible idea.

Hmm?

Bringing the initiative back into our lives

is a recipe for disaster.

Well, perhaps you should've thought of that

before you made then broke a deal

with one of their deadliest assassins.

And it's not an invitation, in any case.

- It's a summons. - Oh, and it has to be you?

Is that worry I detect in your voice?

Yes, it is.

Worry that you will screw things up

like everything else you lay your reptilian hands on.

As much as I'd like to send you in my stead, my dear,

I need you here,

dealing with what's truly important,

- like planning our wedding. - Ugh.

Morning, all.

Where are you off to?

Client meeting in Palm Beach.

Due to recent events, some of our high-rolling investors

are a little jittery.

And you're going to calm their nerves,

get in some face time?

Good strategy, Dad.

Well, thank you for the vote of confidence.

It's in short supply around here.

Well, don't worry.

I'll hold down the company fort while you're gone.

Why is there a man installing a camera outside my bedroom?

Ah, that's a necessary evil, my dear.

I mean, there are worst places to be imprisoned.

Oh, you mean like the rehab you locked me up in?

I was referring to

your mother's little hideaway in the woods.

I will see you in a few days.

Charlotte,

just before the press conference,

you told me that Amanda knew the truth about her father.

- What did she tell you? - She didn't tell me anything.

It was all in the journal my dad kept while he was in prison.

I'd like to see it.

I'm sure you would, but it belongs to Amanda.

You'll have to ask her.

- Good morning. - Morning.

- Where are you off to? - Uh, Daniel will fill you in.

Uh, and... after he does,

do me a favor, and don't take your eyes off him until I return.

Given the way he was blatantly licking my boots at breakfast,

it's pretty obvious he's up to something.

Then rest assured, I'll find out what it is.

Okay.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Anytime today.

We'll be here. Thanks. Bye.

That was the city inspector.

It's... D-day.

No kidding.

Where are you going?

Did you mean what you said last night?

You don't have to move out.

I said I'm committed to our son.

But not to me.

And since him and I are one and the same,

at least right now...

Amanda, wait.

For what, Jack?

Exactly.

Amanda, I made up the guest room for you.

You can stay as long as you want.

What were you thinking by forcing that witch

to publicly embrace me?

Or... or is this just your way

of getting Jack to dump me once and for all?

- No. - Then what?

They killed your father. I get it.

But your obsession with making everyone pay is ruining lives,

namely my baby's.

My mother's still alive.

What?

I... I thought she died when you were a kid.

So did I.

But for... some reason, my father lied to me.

Victoria's the only person left

who could possibly tell me where she is.

Oh, my God.

I needed you to put my father's journals on her radar.

Hopefully...

What I wrote in them will be enough to get her to crack.

Right on cue.

Answer it.

Uh, hello.

Amanda,

it's Victoria Grayson.

I trust you're well.

I am, thanks.

I'd like to invite you to come over to our home this evening.

There are a couple of things that you and I need to discuss.

How about 6:00?

I can make that work.

Wonderful.

Oh, and, Amanda...

Would you mind bringing over the journal

that you shared with Charlotte?

I can do that. I will see you at 6:00.

Till then.

Looks like you've hooked your fish.

This wouldn't be so painful if you kept better records.

Some of this unopened mail dates back six months or more.

Only Luddites use snail mail.

Go right in, Ms. Thorne.

Hi. Sorry to interrupt.

And here we were, not even speaking of the devil.

Emily, you remember Padma.

Of course. Hello, Padma.

- Nolan, do you have a minute? - Mm.

I'll just get started on all this mail.

She's cute.

- You think? - Don't you?

So to what do I owe the pleasure?

You hardly ever write. You never call...

Were you able to hack into the Graysons' security system?

Unless you need something.

Turns out the software their security company is using

is proprietary to a subsidiary of Nolcorp.

I'd say you got lucky, but I know better.

Now you can monitor...

Boris and Natasha's every move. Voila .

- And what about the remote earwig? - Let me guess.

Playing sock puppet with Amanda again?

- Can I help? - I've got everything under control.

But thank you, really.

Nolan, I found something you need to look at.

Oh.

Another love letter from the I.R.S.?

No. It's from your father's estate attorney.

What's it say?

It says his belongings are being held in storage

and will be auctioned off if not claimed.

Why didn't you tell me he died?