Pretty Little Liars

Previously on "Pretty Little Liars..."

No more messengers.

No more go-betweens.

You have to help me play this game.

- Do what? - Play the game and win.

Why didn't you come around the hotel that night?

- Did you see Archer Dunhill? - No.

- You pay with your own card? - Yes.

Which was the cards you paid with?

- I don't remember. - What's the amount you paid?

- I don't recall. - What was the...

I don't recall.

We have to find that credit card slip.

- What the hell are you doing? - You have nothing left to find.

"I write this because I am ashamed."

"I need someone to forgive me"

"and the only person to do that is you."

Mary is dangerous. She cannot be trusted.

You've been lying to me for my entire life.

- I will not hurt my friends. - You'll do as your told.

Don't forget about Ezra.

He's just a document away from going to prison.

Nice, very nice.

- Whoo! - Alright.

That's it for tonight, folks.

You want me to get next week?

Same time, same place. Same feet.

- Did I step on you? - No.

'Cause I could've sworn I saw pain.

My shoes are too small.

It's fine.

That would be a lot easier in a 50 pound wedding gown.

- Ah, my brother's stalking me. - Why?

My mother doesn't approve of who he is dating.

And she... is terrified

that if Crystal's still him with her modern wedding day

then she'll like the family photos.

What does he expect you to do?

Broker deal.

Sit her in the back behind a very thick pole.

Hey, maybe we could put 'em in the same table as your cousin

who raises ferrets.

_

Aria?

Hey...

Look, we're gonna be fine.

Nothing is going to ruin our perfect day.

I promise.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, I got to run.

Wes wants to do this in person.

Call me every 20 minutes, please.

Save me, please. Please.

I cannot do this right now.

You can't afford not to.

You still want this, don't you?

Not if it means torturing my friends.

But you agreed that you weren't done.

I've done enough.

- I want it back. - And you'll get it.

But first you need to deliver a gift to Spencer and her family.

No.

No. Not Spencer.

She's already been through too much.

Your call.

'Maybe the best man could use some of this in his toast.'

Does the groom know that you once referred to him

- as a twisted, conniving predator? - Stop!

Or that you wanted the Rosewood Police

to formally charge him for exploiting a teenager

when he was in a position of power.

I never filed that report.

But you filled it out, sweetheart.

No one held a gun to your head.

I was angry, I wanted to punish him.

That was like six years ago.

Oh, fortunately for me there's no statute of limitations

so either you deliver that gift

or your gonna getting hitched in cell block 17.

Morning.

Did I wake you?

Ah, no. What is this about?

May I come in?

There was an incident at the Radley Hotel on Thursday.

Basements store room was flooded.

Why are you telling me this?

Because a witness saw you

and your friend Caleb there that night.

Is he here by chance?

Okay, well, who this witness, and what do they think they saw?

May we sit?

No. You know what, I really don't have time.

I have to go in the shower.

Oh, guess it's your turn.

Morning.

What's goin' on?

Detective Furey said that there was a flood

in the basement at the Radley

and someone saw us there.

Why wouldn't they? I live there.

Yet you shower here.

Hanna has nicer shampoo.

Why are the police investigating a flood?

Doesn't that fall under bad plumbing?

No, this was no accident.

This was staged.

A flood destroyed crucial evidence

in a murder investigation. Dunhill's.

Just curious.

Why do you live in a hotel?

My mom manages the Radley.

She offered Caleb a room

and he upgraded the security system.

Really?

Well that system failed on Thursday

between 9:14 and 9:24.

Besides you who else has access?

I don't know. You'd have to speak to Ashley Marin.

I already did.

We spoke last night.

And we will again.

Until we figure out what happened.

We already know why.

Is there anything else we can help you with?

There might be.

We may have lost one item

but other compelling evidence has surfaced.

This had to happen today?

Spencer?

Yeah, my mom hired a realtor

who thinks that having a paper clip is too much clutter.

- Why Jason? - What?

Why did she feel the need to go see Jason now?

You know, Ali needed the break.

I'm glad she's in New York.

And you know what it's gonna get a lot worse

before it gets better.

You know, all the books say that the nausea lets up

in the second trimester.

I'm not talking about barfing

I'm talking about Furey.

He's hell bent on being super cop.

He's tryin' to solve every single cold case

on the Rosewood Police blotter.

- Hey, Emily. - Hey.

Uh, what's our system here?

A Harrisburg dumpster.

You guys need to have a giant yard sale.

Oh, no, no, no.

When we leave here we're not leaving any bits of us behind.

We're gone.

Hope you come visit.

What's that?

Property of Radley Sanitarium.

I think this must be what they brought me home in.

Was that in the dumpster pile?

Yeah.

Maybe you should keep it.

_

- Hanna, stop. - What other evidence?

What is Furey talking about?

- Did A.D. send him a nose? - Hanna breathe.

No, you breathe.

We have to play the game until the end

or that body is gonna end up in somebody else's hands

piece by piece, and it's not gonna be ours.

- I'm taking another turn. - Okay, it doesn't work like that.

You have to be chosen.

- Why haven't you had a turn? - I don't know.

I'm not in control of this game.

- What was that? - That was me.

I'm sorry I'm late.

- What did I miss? - Ah, an invitation.

- Mona knows about the game. - But why?

Because we need her help, Emily.

She's brilliant.

She knows the answer before even I ask the question.

Well, the question is, why you waited so long to ask

and for that I have no answer.

Wait, Mona, this isn't a real pursuit. There's a missing body and...

Stop focusing so much on the dead body

and put your attention on the live one.

What, you think you know who A.D. is?

I have a short list, starting with Jenna Marshall

and ending in Mary Drake.

Okay. You know what, we don't need your theories.

And there's no piece on that board that looks like you.

I guess you're forgetting

who replaced the shattered windshield

once you peeled Dunhill off of it.

Which makes me an accessory to your crime.

And if you think I'm gonna leave my fate in your fumbling hands

you've been smoking the drapes.

Ashley, I... Mrs. Marin.

I didn't know that you were back in town already.

- Hanna thinks that... - Yeah.

Just texting her an update.

We always skip the hug. How are you?

Oh, my god.

Welcome home.