Revenge

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.

Gunther: Conrad Grayson, you're under arrest

for the murder of Gordon Murphy.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Mm-hmm, 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.

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.

Mm, 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.

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... I booked a flight for this afternoon.

It's embarrassing,

but I... 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.

- There you are. - Thank you.

Enjoy your meal.

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.

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.

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.

Cliff's Notes version...

I know about your little jail house connection,

and I'd like to give you a chance

to tell your side of the tale.

Uh, w... Wow. That's, uh, fantastic.

Sounds like a "yes."

I'll text you the address.

Big kiss to baby Carl.

What is that about?

Mason, um...

wants to give me a journal my father gave him

to research his book.

Are you sure that you want to open up all these old wounds?

One last time.

I promise.

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 attache

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.

2x07 Penan c e

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.

Cancel lunch.

Tell him that you're getting a restraining order.

You've reached Mason Treadwell,

bon vivant and provocateur.

Leave your bon mots at the tone.

Mason. Amanda.

Forget about lunch,