Revenge

When I was a little girl,

my understanding of revenge

was as simple as the Sunday school proverbs it hid behind.

Neat little morality slogans like,

"Do unto others..."

and "Two wrongs don't make a right."

But two wrongs can never make a right

because two wrongs can never equal each other.

For the truly wronged...

real satisfaction can only be found in one of two places:

Absolute forgiveness...

or mortal vindication.

This is not a story about forgiveness.

Emily.

I've been looking for you. Where's Daniel?

Uh, he's walking the beach. We're having a thing.

Same thing or different thing?

Same thing. But don't worry. He's right behind me.

It's my job to worry. Your job is to enjoy yourself.

It's your engagement party.

Can someone get me a 20 on Daniel Grayson?

- Hey, congrats, Emily. - Thank you.

Nice night for it.

Nice night for what, Nolan?

Celebrating.

You shouldn't be here.

That makes two of us.

Emily, where have you been hiding?

Come on. Let's see that ring, girl.

Hi.

I feel like a jackass in this tux.

Well, stop acting like one,

and you'll stop feeling like one.

Trust me. If your friends could see you now...

- I'd probably get jumped. - Mm.

Hey, you really want outta that tux?

Come on. We'll run away together.

You're slow.

I'm going. I'm going.

Little too much food lately.

- Come on. - Maybe not.

Where are we going?

You ask too many questions.

Show me what you got, bad boy.

Here. Let me help you.

I got it. I got it.

Fire and ice...

When we first sat down to discuss tonight's occasion,

I was immediately taken with the idea

of an evening inspired by primal bookends...

fire and ice...

Beginnings and endings...

And the love between a man and a woman.

Yo. Yo, 8 mile,

private party here!

...A starry evening.

That creep better not be taking pictures.

Hey!

You got a problem?!

Tonight not only marks the final weekend

of a remarkable summer in the Hamptons,

it is also the celebration

of my son Daniel's engagement...

To the lovely and beguiling

Ms. Emily Thorne.

And though we've only known her

for a few short months,

Emily already feels like the piece of the family puzzle

we never even knew was missing.

Aw.

In a word,

I approve.

And as anyone can tell you,

approval is not something I give away freely.

Where the hell is my son?

Charlotte.

Oh, my God.

Mom!

Mom!

My brother... Somebody come here!

Come here!

Mom!

Daniel!

Daniel!

Daniel!

Get away from my son!

Daniel!

Daniel, please! - No!

Daniel!

I can't tell you what a rare opportunity

you have here, Ms. Thorne.

The current owners live in the city, of course,

but they've been loyal Hamptonites for years.

Perhaps if Mr. Davis had been a bit more loyal to his wife,

they wouldn't be renting out this season.

Word has it, he dumped her

for a girl half his age.

Men.

You mind if I look around a bit?

That's what we're here for.

Dad?

Hey, kiddo. You having fun exploring?

We really get to spend the whole summer here?

And every summer after that.

What do you think?

I think mom would've loved it.

Hey, you know how much I love you, Amanda?

Infinity?

Well, infinity...

Ms. Thorne?

Now you have to imagine,

it's Memorial Day weekend,

75 and sunny,

all those boys of summer wondering who the new girl is.

And that's Grayson manor.

You won't find a better address than this.

I'll take it.

Oh.

Wonderful.

I'll get the contract.

Hello, hello.

Ashley, hey.

Hey.

What do you think?

You're kidding? Look at this place.

I want your life.

You love your life.

Yeah, you're right. I just want your money.

What's mine is yours. Should I get us some glasses?

I wish. It's for Victoria Grayson.

Who? You are hopeless.

Victoria Grayson...

reigning queen of the Hamptons.

Not to mention, your new next door neighbor.

Queen Victoria?

Mm. Believe me, she's earned the title.

My boss has me handling the guest list

for her Memorial Day party.

Mm.

If I screw this up, I might as well move back to Croydon.

Well, how much are the tickets?

10,000 a pop.

Count me in for one.

Are you sure?

It's for a good cause, right?

Yeah, my career. Thank you.

You want to get drunk on cheap Margaritas later?

With or without you.

Good luck with her highness.

Bye.

Let's dump our long position on 5- and 10-year treasuries

before the Fed stops buying them up.

And, uh, get us into some of those low-rated tech bonds.

Thanks.

Looks like Lydia and Michael's new renter is settling in.

Lucky girl, scoring that property.

Pretty one, too,

even from up here.

I guess that makes her doubly lucky.

I don't believe in luck.

I thought you were taking the weekend off.

Here, I'm off.

Hey.

Ew. Get a room, you guys.

Oh, I'm sorry, Charlie. I didn't see you sneaking in.

Didn't see you sneaking out last night, either, Charlotte.

I went over to Tracey's.

Told you I was going before you went to bed.

No, you didn't.

Mom, you're too young and too pretty to be this senile.

Hmm.

Remind me to buy her a cat bell.

Aw, let her have a little fun.

She got straight A's this year.

No one's accusing her of being stupid.

Don't think I didn't see you eyeballing

that case of beer, Decks. Our dad owns a bar, dumbass.

I can get as much beer as I want.

All right. Well, in that case,

I'll just have to make sure dad double-checks the inventory

while I'm gone. Uh-huh. Yeah.

Why don't you tell me another hundred times, huh?

Did you already wash those garbage bins out back?

Beats uploading this future shipwreck.

Ahoy! Captain Porter.

Welcome back, Nolan. What can I do for you?

Need a boat for the summer.

This one will do.

It's not for rent.

Who said anything about renting?

How much you want for...

"Amanda"?

It's not for sale, either.

I'm taking it down to Haiti next week.

I thought you hated the ocean.

Well, I-I spent a lot of time and money

working through that, amongst other things,

so...

I'm buying a boat.

Right.