Revenge

Previously on Revenge...

What on earth have you done?

I was contacted at the office by a woman

who told me they were holding my father

and that he'd be safe

as long as I did what they told me to.

You're selling your share

of The Stowaway back to Jack.

- It'll work because he trusts me. - That's impossible.

Where did you get this?

That's not important. The fact that I have it is.

So it has been you all this time.

Now you're walking away?

The other side possessed leverage which, shall we say,

rendered the fight too costly.

Hey. Let's say somebody was able to remove

this leverage you're talking about.

We never had this conversation.

With this ring, you'll be in my life forever.

Smile, Mr. and Mrs. Porter.

Jack?

Hey, Jack. Come in. It's Dec.

Sacrifice,

by its strictest definition,

takes something precious

in exchange for the appeasement of a higher power...

An abiding devotion to a cause

that cannot be satisfied with a simple promise.

Because an oath,

no matter how solemn,

asks nothing in return.

While true sacrifice

demands unspeakable loss.

Mm.

Well, Mrs. Porter,

it has been a perfect day.

And night.

Married eight hours,

and already you're tired of kissing your wife?

No, no, no, no, no. Not at all. No. Never.

I'm just exhausted...

- And hot. - Mm.

Mm.

It's cooler under the stars.

Mm.

Should we take it back upstairs?

Let's go.

Well, congratulations, Victoria.

With one bullet, you've slaughtered us all.

- The bitch had it coming. - What are we gonna do with her?

I...

Oh, great.

It's her chauffeur.

Apparently, he's growing impatient in our driveway.

Turn that off. They can track it.

Not yet.

Unroll the carpet.

What on God's earth for?

I have a plan. Give me her phone.

Oh, this unseasonal heat is absurd.

I take it that you disposed of your clothes last night?

Permanently.

Good. The staff will be here any minute.

- You've ordered the staff back? - Of course.

One night without the help is suspect enough.

Besides, we have a Labor Day party to prepare.

This really is business as usual for you two, isn't it?

Precisely the point.

Canceling at the last minute would draw unwanted attention.

And I'm instating a moratorium

on this "you two" business, Daniel.

It's time you stopped blaming us

and started shouldering some responsibility.

What, like you shouldered the responsibility

for bringing down that plane twenty years ago?

Oh, wait. You let David Clarke do that for you.

So tell me, who's gonna be shouldering the responsibility

for the murder of Helen Crowley?

Oh, as fate would have it, a certain treacherous young bride

has made that a very simple choice for all of us.

Amanda Clarke?

Are you serious?

She is Charlotte's sister, for God sake.

What she is is a vicious opportunist

who has unleashed holy hell on this family

for a year and a half.

She could give a damn about Charlotte.

Only her twisted vendetta against us.

Yeah, a vendetta that's completely justified.

Perhaps.

But she's no innocent.

Now Amanda has threatened us with evidence

that would send us to our graves.

So if dispatching her to the Initiative

is the only way to win this war, so be it.

Now before she died,

Helen showed me a video feed of your office.

And we're going to use it to our advantage.

I'll meet you in my car in half an hour.

Daniel...

In my office, if you would, Ms. Davenport.

Enlighten me, Conrad.

What required my presence in this godforsaken house

at this godforsaken hour?

Well, I've decided to change the date

of my gubernatorial announcement to, uh... this evening.

You've got to be kidding me.

I assure you, I am not in a joking mood.

This is about Amanda Clarke, isn't it?

I know she blackmailed you into giving up The Stowaway.

I was standing right outside the door when she did it.

What does she have on you?

Well, instead of concerning yourself with the what,

I suggest you focus on the who.

Ms. Clarke has in her possession the ability

to dismantle my entire campaign.

All the more reason to postpone the announcement.

Oh, I'm afraid that's not an option.

Therefore I strongly recommend

that you use everything in your sizeable bag of tricks

to prevent any further interference

from Amanda Clarke.

Welcome to my ultra-private,

completely untraceable mobile conference room.

Or local tavern, in your case.

What are you doing at The Stowaway?

Well, I told our favorite lovebirds

that I'd watch the bar while they're away... nesting.

What's your 20, Mr. Bean?

That's confidential.

You know the rules.

1,000 feet from the beach house at all times.

Have to keep out of the way of prying Grayson eyes.

Well, Daniel's eyes aren't prying so much as drifting as of late.

Look, forgive me.

But wasn't the whole purpose of snuggling back up with Daniel

to get in with the Initiative?

Yes, one of them, but...

Well, then there's another angle we've yet to explore.

Padma.

Uh, no. Absolutely not.

I am not putting her in any more danger

than she's already in.

And I don't trust her.

See? Off-limits.

Why? Look, it's too late to save her from the Initiative.

She's already in their grasp.

But if the story about her father's kidnapping is true,

then we might actually be able to save him...

And her.

He is right, Nolan.

If you really want to help Padma and her father,

no one's better equipped to do that than Aiden.

I gotta go.

Ashley.

What a surprise.

I know. It's been a long time.

That's not what I meant.

What are you doing here?

Sharing concern about a mutual friend.

I think Amanda Clarke might be in over her head

with the Graysons.

She ruined an important deal I'd been brokering

for the sale of The Stowaway by blackmailing Conrad.

Amanda, blackmail? I find that hard to believe.

And I would agree with you if I hadn't seen it for myself.

She stormed over unannounced

and showed Conrad something on her laptop

that caused him to pull a complete 180

against his own interests.

What was on the computer?

He didn't say.

But if Amanda's planning a war against the Graysons,

then she's making a terrible mistake.

That sounds like a threat.

It's the truth.

Those people are capable of more

than you and Amanda could possibly imagine.

- I'll talk to her. - Good.

- Emily... - Thanks for the heads-up, Ashley.

Damn it, Amanda. What have you done?

Good morning, husband.

We overslept.

I miss our little alarm clock.

You want to radio home and check on Carl

while I get us underway?

Yep.

Then I'm gonna cook you a big, greasy breakfast,

Captain Porter.

I can't believe we're really married!

Babe.

Who's been smoking on the...

Hey, Jack.

Nice day for a sail, huh?

Well, I hate to interrupt the honeymoon,

but this really couldn't wait.

Okay. Whatever it is, put the gun down,

and let's talk.

Sorry, J.P., no can do.

You forced my hand when you got Conrad