Revenge

Previously on Revenge:

- Everybody thinks that you're dead. - And that's the way it has to stay.

Just in time.

Your daughter's a drug addict and you're already dead.

That makes you both damn easy to dispose of.

I picked up the test results.

Nothing to worry about.

You're going to be a daddy.

Please tell me it's really his.

Sorry.

Don't pretend for one moment

that you didn't try to murder me.

I warned you not to get onto that plane.

Whatever happens from this point forward stays between us.

- So what's next? - Hit me.

- Who did this? - You did,

and if I were you, I would start running.

You once said I was like my mother.

You knew her, didn't you?

Unfortunately, that's something you'll never know.

In a race between danger and indecision,

the difference between life and death...

comes down to confidence.

Faith in our abilities,

certainty in ourselves...

Come on. Right ahead.

And the trust we put in others.

We're trapped.

We gotta go over.

Give me your hand.

Emily, wait. My leg.

You okay?

Hey!

The race is won.

He cheated.

- Yes. - He understood the exercise...

to exploit your opponent's weakness.

That is the key to revenge.

Lose your compassion.

No hard feelings.

Why?!

He wanted you dead.

I prefer you alive.

And I prefer you 10,000 miles away from here.

Tell Takeda I don't need a nanny.

- Takeda didn't send me. - He didn't stop you either.

Are you gonna get out, or do I need to throw you out?

What you need right now is my help.

She's cleaning.

She does that when she can't sleep.

Perhaps I should give it a try.

Well, given what you've been through,

insomnia seems reasonable.

I wonder what her excuse is.

You miss her, don't you?

I've spent a lot of restless nights out here, Mom.

Either you look at the ocean or Emily's house.

It's simple geography.

Besides, I'm with Ashley now.

Yet, you're still restless.

Well, it's kind of hard to sleep with all those reporters

camped outside the gate and cluttering the sky.

The news hounds won't stop until they get my story.

And what exactly is your story?

Hello?

Do you know who this is?

Yes.

Not an easy voice to forget.

After the ding of the seat belt sign,

the next sound you'll hear

will be 14 ounces of plastic explosives detonating.

My proposition...

Conrad's demise is mutually beneficial.

All it requires is splitting Charlotte's inheritance.

Decline, and your daughter will be joining you

in the Grayson family plot.

I'm listening.

And you're certain it was the white-haired man?

Of course.

Who else?

I'm just wondering

how he could've boarded the plane

completely undetected by ground crew.

You sound like a journalist.

Or even worse, a detective.

Detectives are still on your side last I checked.

And the implication is that you are not?

I don't know.

Gordon Murphy.

What are those?

Well, I heard what Mr. Murphy here said

about disobeying the order to kill your mother.

That doesn't mean

that somebody else didn't finish the job.

You going to answer your phone?

Victoria.

Don't think me intrusive, but I see that you're awake.

I was just turning in.

Well, I thought the events of the day

might be keeping you up.

No, it's the reporters that keep knocking on my door.

They saw me leaving Grayson Manor earlier.

They want to know everything.

Well, I trust you staved them off.

So far. But they are persistent.

Yes, they are.

Come over tomorrow,

and we'll discuss a strategy on how to handle them.

That sounds great. Good night, Victoria.

Let me see Murphy's phone.

It's destroyed, thanks to you.

- And why do you want it anyway? - To finish what you started...

identify and take down the initiative.

This man was their agent.

That phone could lead us to them.

This phone could lead to my mother.

I am keeping it.

Look, the loss of your mother...

I know exactly how it feels.

But do not let it distract you from your true mission.

You are better than that.

I want you to leave. Now.

Sorry. I've got other instructions.

Takeda.

I thought he didn't send you.

He's lost faith. I'm here to restore it.

So sooner or later,

you're gonna have to start trusting me again.

Now... are you gonna take the head

or the feet?

The head.

Leave the little stuff.

Just jewelry and cash. Check the desk.

Hey, hey.

Oh, nice. Hey, keep looking.

No. No, look, we got enough. I'm calling it.

Pfft. To pay for four years of college?

Not all in one night and from the same house, man.

Who leaves a baseball signed by babe Ruth

out in the open? A guy who can afford another one.

I'm exhausted.

- Okay, now we call it. Come on. - I'm gonna check my e-mail.

Mmm.

Can't sleep?

Whoever said warm milk does the trick

obviously never tasted it.

You know, pretty soon,

late nights are gonna be a regular thing.

You ready?

Not until we can figure out the nursery.

I'm not doing late-night feedings by the beer taps.

All right, look...

How about this?

Declan's room...

fresh coat of paint, steam clean the rugs,

bring my grandma's rocking chair down from the attic.

Cheap and cheerful, just for the short term.

Or ...

We can use the gift certificate

Charlotte sent us from that fancy baby store in the village

and do up the room in style.

$5,000?

No, no, no. We don't accept charity from the Graysons.

They can buy their way into the headlines.

They're not buying their way into my child's life.

Technically, Charlotte is not a Grayson.

She's a Clarke, like me, and she's excited to be an aunt.

What's the big deal?

She can be an aunt without throwing money at us.

Just...

Return the gift, Amanda. I'll sort out the baby's room.

I've spoken to my contact at Vanity Fair

and confirmed their one-on-one with Mrs. Grayson.

You're going public?

She's going nuclear. Your mother...

is inviting every vulture in the sky down for a feast,

attempting to capitalize

on the one thing she's never really had...

sympathy.

I've come up with a list of talking points.

We're keeping it vague,

avoiding the gory details,

and focusing on Victoria's miraculous return.

Daniel and I don't need talking points. We weren't involved.

- What do the authorities say? - How will this affect their investigation?

Well, the more people who know who we're looking for,

the better chance we have of finding him.

Until then, no one leaves this house,

and no one addresses the press alone.

You're grounding all of us?

It's safer to stay inside until this media storm passes.

Oh, one big happy family.

Someone please pass the pain de mie.

- It's toast. - Can you recover the contact list?

Wait. Is that a bullet hole?

Can you fix it or not?

Oh, I'm sorry. Won't ask, won't tell, will fix.

At least, I'll try.

- Oh! You're actually here. - Oh.

Ignore my text telling you to wake up.