02x04 - Intuition

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Previously on Revenge:

The white-haired man is dead. His name was Gordon Murphy.

I found this on him.

He knew my mother.

Seen this man?

What's he wanted for?

Kidnapping.

Show this to Charlotte.

It's one of my father's journals, or at least my version of it.

There is one person I wish to welcome to the fold...

Amanda Clarke.

You and your new family were all over the news.

I am committed to our child.

I just don't think I can commit to you.

(Kara) It's me. God, Gordon, please be okay.

I love you.

(Emily) Some think intuition is a gift.

But it can be a curse as well...

A voice calling to us from places that are better left unexplored...

An echo of memories that will never die...

No matter how hard we try to k*ll them.

So...
(Panting)

Reconsidered my apology?

You found my mother.
(Cell phone beeps)

(Female electronic voice)
Received at 1:21 A.M.

(Kara) It's me. Where are you?

Um, some guy claiming to be a Detective Lasky came by with a sketch asking questions.

I know what I'm supposed to do.

(Beeps)
What, that's your mother's voice?

And I checked.

Detective Lasky doesn't exist.

Where did you go yesterday, Aiden?

How did you find the flight recorder?

I lifted a key off your would-be k*ller's body before you knocked me out.

Look, if the woman on that message really is your mother and she's as deeply involved with the man who k*lled your father as it appears, the initiative are gonna be all over her.

This Detective Lasky is probably one of them.

All the more reason I need to find her.

And tell her what?

Have you thought how she might react when she finds out that Gordon's dead?

I didn't k*ll him.

And if she asks me, I'll have no problem telling her who did.

Right, will that be before or after you tell her who you really are?

Or maybe she'll save you the trouble by recognizing you.

Think, Emily.

This woman has the power to destroy everything you came here to do.

We don't know what her motives are.

The white-haired man had nearly twenty years to brainwash her into believing anything he wanted.

That... that is exactly the point I've been trying to make.

Before you track her down, you better be prepared for what you might find.

Em...

(Victoria)
This is a terrible idea.

(Conrad) Hmm?

Bringing the initiative back into our lives is a recipe for disaster.

Well, perhaps you should've thought of that before you made then broke a deal with one of their deadliest assassins.

And it's not an invitation, in any case.

It's a summons.

Oh, and it has to be you?

Is that worry I detect in your voice?

Yes, it is.

Worry that you will screw things up like everything else you lay your reptilian hands on.

As much as I'd like to send you in my stead, my dear, I need you here, dealing with what's truly important, like planning our wedding.

Ugh.

Morning, all.

Where are you off to?

Client meeting in Palm Beach.

Due to recent events, some of our high-rolling investors are a little jittery.

And you're going to calm their nerves, get in some face time?

Good strategy, Dad.

Well, thank you for the vote of confidence.

It's in short supply around here.

Well, don't worry.

I'll hold down the company fort while you're gone.

Why is there a man installing a camera outside my bedroom?

Ah, that's a necessary evil, my dear.

I mean, there are worst places to be imprisoned.

Oh, you mean like the rehab you locked me up in?

I was referring to your mother's little hideaway in the woods.

I will see you in a few days.

(Kisses)

(Power tool whirs)

Charlotte, just before the press conference, you told me that Amanda knew the truth about her father.

What did she tell you?

She didn't tell me anything.

It was all in the journal my dad kept while he was in prison.

I'd like to see it.

I'm sure you would, but it belongs to Amanda.

You'll have to ask her.

(Power tool whirs)

Good morning.

(Conrad) Morning.

Where are you off to?

Uh, Daniel will fill you in.

Uh, and... after he does, do me a favor, and don't take your eyes off him until I return.

Given the way he was blatantly licking my boots at breakfast, it's pretty obvious he's up to something.

Then rest assured, I'll find out what it is.

Okay.

(Jack) Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anytime today.

We'll be here. Thanks. Bye.

(Cell phone beeps)
That was the city inspector.

It's... D-day.

No kidding.

(Sighs)
Where are you going?

Did you mean what you said last night?

You don't have to move out.

I said I'm committed to our son.

But not to me.

And since him and I are one and the same, at least right now...

(Sighs)
Amanda, wait.

For what, Jack?

Exactly.

(Door closes)

(Knock on door)

(Door opens)

Amanda, I made up the guest room for you.

You can stay as long as you want.

What were you thinking by forcing that witch to publicly embrace me?

Or... or is this just your way of getting Jack to dump me once and for all?

No.

Then what?

They k*lled your father. I get it.

But your obsession with making everyone pay is ruining lives, namely my baby's.

My mother's still alive.

What?

I... I thought she d*ed when you were a kid.

So did I.

But for... some reason, my father lied to me.

Victoria's the only person left who could possibly tell me where she is.

Oh, my God.

I needed you to put my father's journals on her radar.

Hopefully...

What I wrote in them will be enough to get her to cr*ck.

(Cell phone rings)

(Ring)

(Sighs)

(Ring)

Right on cue.
(Ring)

Answer it.

(Rings and beeps)

Uh, hello.

(Victoria) Amanda, it's Victoria Grayson.

I trust you're well.

I am, thanks.

I'd like to invite you to come over to our home this evening.

There are a couple of things that you and I need to discuss.

How about 6:00?

I can make that work.

Wonderful.

Oh, and, Amanda...

Would you mind bringing over the journal that you shared with Charlotte?

I can do that. I will see you at 6:00.

Till then.

(Beeps)

(Beep)

Looks like you've hooked your fish.

(Padma) This wouldn't be so painful if you kept better records.

Some of this unopened mail dates back six months or more.

(Scoffs)
Only Luddites use snail mail.

(Woman) Go right in, Ms. Thorne.

Hi. Sorry to interrupt.

And here we were, not even speaking of the devil.

Emily, you remember Padma.

Of course. Hello, Padma.

Nolan, do you have a minute?

Mm.

I'll just get started on all this mail.

(Mouths word)

She's cute.

You think?

Don't you?

So to what do I owe the pleasure?

You hardly ever write. You never call...

Were you able to hack into the Graysons' security system?

Unless you need something.

Turns out the software their security company is using is proprietary to a subsidiary of Nolcorp.
(Clicking keyboard keys)

I'd say you got lucky, but I know better.

Now you can monitor...
(Whooshes)

Boris and Natasha's every move.
Voila.

And what about the remote earwig?

Let me guess.

Playing sock puppet with Amanda again?

Can I help?

I've got everything under control.

But thank you, really.

Nolan, I found something you need to look at.

Oh.
(Chuckles)

Another love letter from the I.R.S.?

No. It's from your father's estate attorney.

What's it say?

It says his belongings are being held in storage and will be auctioned off if not claimed.

Why didn't you tell me he d*ed?

Because this is the first I'm hearing of it.

(Inhales deeply)

(Clears throat)
Uh...

Let's get back to work, shall we?

Why are you blowing up my phone, Porter?

I gave you your take.

Yeah, and I'm giving it back.

The stuff we stole the other night, I need it, now.

Maybe you don't get how this works.

I don't know what happened, but the guy has my I.D.

He comes by last night, says he's gonna go to the cops if I don't get him his stuff back.

So what'd you do with it?

(Laughs)
You left your I.D.?

You think this is funny.

I covered your ass. You understand?

You gotta help me.

Look, I can't.

The guy who sells the stuff that we stole, he'd break our legs just for asking.

There's nothing I can do.

New friend?

No.

What's all this?

I got a problem, Jack.

(Sighs)

(Victoria) I want you to know that whatever issues you and I may have had, I loved your father very much.

You and I both know there's more to that story.

You may have had my father fooled, but you don't fool me.

Don't piss her off.

Not yet.

Read her the first passage.

"I'll never forget the night Victoria and I met.

"New Year's Eve,

"1991.

"In her eyes, I saw kindness and fire "and something else...

"a deep sadness to match my own.

"It had been two years since I had said good-bye to my wife.

"And the pain of that loss was as crippling on that night as it was the day I laid eyes on her for the last time."

Let's cut to the chase, shall we? How much?

Huh?

For the journal. How much?

I don't want your money.

Then pray, what do you want?

I want to know about my mother.

Read her the next passage.

"The only person to whom I ever confided the truth about Kara was Victoria."

What truth is he talking about?

All I know is what he told me.

That your mother d*ed in a mental institution when you were a very little girl.

Perhaps a similar fate awaits you.

Did you... meet her?

No, and if you think I'm going to fall prey to your emotional extortion, you are sorely mistaken.

Tell me everything you know about my mother, and I will give you this journal.

All I can tell you is that your mother was the source of all of David's pain.

Now...
(lnhales deeply)

If you don't care to share his writings, that's your prerogative.

But you're family now.

And it's my hope that one day you will share them, if not out of respect for me, out of love for your father.

(Charlotte) Mom.

Amanda. What's going on?

Well, we were just discussing Amanda's baby shower.

What baby shower?

Well, the one that we're throwing for her tomorrow.

It's impromptu, I know, but I thought it would be a fun way for you to celebrate being an aunt.

Say yes.

And I would love to welcome...

We need another pass at her.

Amanda into my public circle.

(Amanda) Yes.

I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

(Clicks keyboard keys)

(Whooshes)

(Whoosh)

(Continues clicking keys)

(Exhales)

(Ashley) Daniel.

I thought you went home.

I thought you did, too.

What are you still doing here?

Final details on the Dubai teleconference in the morning.

You?

Same.

Uh, my laptop froze.

I was just... using my dad's computer to print these out for the call.

(Clicks latches)

All right, enough.

Can we just be honest with each other?

Haven't we always been?

(Sighs)

I'm worried.

Ever since you shared your suspicions about the ransom, I keep thinking, if Conrad were engaged in some impropriety, couldn't we all be implicated?

Not if get to the bottom of it first.

And whatever he's done, I promise, he's gonna be taking sole responsibility for it.

And you would do that, turn on your own father?

What, you think he wouldn't do the same to me or Charlotte or you?

Hey, hey, hey. We're... we're closed.

Um, there's... There's a bed-and-breakfast about 20 miles east...

Oh, you again.

Odd time to be closing up shop.

The season's just getting started.

What's odd is, you were an American the last time you were here.

I work for the FBI. Deep cover, same as Gordon.

I know his feelings for you ran beyond professional obligation.

Where is he?

His last communique indicated his identity had been compromised.

His direct orders were to return here.

Why should I trust you?

The people Gordon was infiltrating are incredibly powerful.

You need to tell me whatever you know about whoever he's been in contact with.

I'm gonna stick to the plan, his plan.

Good-bye.

Sorry, Ms. Clarke.

But I cannot let you do that.

You're awfully quiet this morning.

I just keep thinking about what you said to me last night, about being implicated in what my father's done.

I just don't want to see you get dragged into it.

Into what?

My parents, they've destroyed people.

You can't imagine what they're capable of.

I have a pretty good imagination.

You can trust me.

Look, the kidnapping, it wasn't real.

The money my father pretended to pay in ransom was actually used to inflate investor returns.

But that could bring down the entire company.

You gotta trust me.

I've got a plan.

(Cell phone buzzes)

(Buzz)

Are you gonna get that?

Uh...
(Beeps)

No.

The man's called me three times today to confirm the eastern exposure on his Palm Beach hotel suite.

You should get dressed. We're late.

What is this?

It's proof that Victoria knew my mother.

She visited her in the hospital.

It's signed Charlotte Clarke.

Why would Victoria admit to signing in under a different name?

Leave that to me. I'll do the talking.

I don't know if I'm up for this.

Amanda, please.
(Sighs deeply)

Look, if we do this, if I find my mother, we can be done.

You will never be done.

(Sighs)

Please. I need you to call Victoria.

Tell her that you've reconsidered.

Tell her that you'll take the money for the journals and ask her to write you a check for $100,000.

What do we need her money for?

We don't need her money.

We need her signature.

(Sighs)

Where are you going?

To think.

(Sighs)

(Padma) What can you tell me about a lawsuit zingstur.com brought against you in 2001?

You ever hear of them?

No.

That's because they lost.

End of story.

You all right?

Yeah.

Whew. I gotta get some air.

(Woman)
You know the original owners fought twenty years for the right to develop this land?

Only to see their dreams of turning this swamp into a thriving Metropolis burst like a proverbial bubble.

They put in all the work, you buy on the cheap and reap all the benefit.

It's a zero-sum world, Mr. Grayson.

One man's loss, another man's gain.

We appreciate you coming on short notice.

I didn't realize I had a choice.

You always have a choice.

It's whether or not you're able to live with your choices that's the question.

So I take it you've been watching the news very closely since your agent went rogue, taking my wife hostage.

Yes.

Yes, a curious betrayal after decades of loyal service to the organization.

He's been making subsequent threats, and I fear for my family.

I need assurances that you can control him.

As far as we're able to discern, he's off the grid, but rest assured, we will find him.

And when we do, we'll be most interested in hearing his side of the story.

We'll be in touch.

(Jack sighs)
So you got my message?

I did.

I'm not gonna lie to you. I wasn't happy to hear it.

Yeah, I'm sorry we, uh, couldn't get all your stuff back.

This should put a dent in it.

It's $2,500.

That doesn't even cover the watch band your brother stole.

Tell me what it's all worth. I'll make it right.

The watch, the babe Ruth, everything they took... you're looking at $20,000 minimum.

(Sighs)

I can file an insurance claim.

That'd mean involving the police.

No, no, I...

(Huffs)
I'll get it.

It's just...

The bar has been closed. I'm not that liquid.

But we got inspectors coming today, so... once we reopen, I should be able to start paying you back.

I will give you one month, hmm?

I mean, hey, I know where you live, right?

(Indistinct conversations)

(Doorbell rings)

Hello. Right this way.

Emily. Come in. Come in.

Is Amanda with you?

She's not here?

Uh, no, and I'm starting to worry Mom's responsible.

You never know with her.

Truer words...

(Victoria) Emily.

I had no idea you were invited.

Well, I am the baby's godmother, so...

Oh, really?

(Doorbell rings)

Isn't that a religious tradition?

I didn't take Amanda for being a God-fearing woman.

She doesn't fear much.

Certainly not tardiness, huh?

Wow. Swanky.

I told you, my sister's family is loaded.

(Indistinct conversations continue)

Hope we didn't hold things up.

(Victoria) Not at all.

I see that you've brought your, uh, people.

We used to work together.

Everyone at the club wanted to come, but Murray wouldn't let us take off at the same time.

And what kind of club is that?

Not bridge, I can tell you that.

(Laughs)

Twins?

Just the one.

Oh.

Shall we?

Yeah.

(Kara) Victoria Grayson is a liar.

There's no way Gordon did the things she's accusing him of.

I agree.

I think he's being set up by the group he's embedded with.

What group?

Americon Initiative.

You may remember them from your husband's trial.

Gordon told me everything about you, Kara.

You need to trust me.

The initiative, they came after me.

Gordon got to me first.

But they were going after Victoria, too.

He saved her from them.

Listen, listen, Kara, I think I can help Gordon, okay?

But I need to find a link to his captors so that I can track him down.

Are you... are you sure that he didn't leave anything, you know, a c... a computer, a phone, papers?

There's a portable hard drive in the safe behind the counter.

I'll unlock it for you.

He said if anyone ever came by knowing the things that you know, that I should hand it over right away.

It's mostly codes and addresses... Dates.

Hopefully, you can make sense of it before it's too late.

Thanks.

(Taser clicking)

(Grunts)

(Grunt)

(Clicking stops)

(Victoria) Time to open gifts.

To the great room, shall we?

(Amanda) I'm gonna use the little girls room.

Do you mind saving me a seat?

Of course.

So does anyone know any shower games?

Girl, do I!

Nice touch, bringing your girls from The Beaver Dam.

If I had to suffer another one of her parties, I thought I'd at least spread the pain around.

I guess this means you're not gonna help me.

That's the other good thing about the girls from the club...

They're a great distraction.

Shh.

So how's it look?

Can I tell my employees they have a job to come back to tomorrow?

Afraid it's not gonna be that simple.

Mold's still an issue.

Wh-what do you mean?

We spent weeks scraping that stuff off the walls.

But you forgot the ceilings and the subfloor.

You need to use an E.P.A.-approved contractor for additional mold remediation.

(Sighs)
How much is that gonna cost me?

Usually about 20 bucks per square foot.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

That's... that's over...

Over $40,000.

Yep.

Great. Now we can't pay Kenny.

Where have you been?

I've been at your father's storage unit.

My nani never wanted me to come to America.

The week I landed a job interview at J.P. Morgan, she caught a nasty flu.

My parents sent a ticket, urged me to fly home, but...

I was afraid if I asked them to push the interview, I'd lose the job.

Three days later, she was gone.

Regrets suck.

Where is it?

I'll drive you.

(Inhales sharply)

(Grunts)

(Pants)

(Grunts)

Who the hell are you? The truth this time.

I'm not the enemy. I can tell you that much.

You're making a mistake, Kara.

You made the mistake.

Gordon would never have told anyone I was once Kara Clarke.

Which means you are either working for the Graysons or you're working for the initiative.

Because you sure as hell aren't working with my husband.

Whoever it is, you better hope they send someone.

Gordon chose this remote spot very carefully.

When I come back...
(Zips bag closed)

It'll either be with Gordon...

(Inhales sharply)

Or not at all.

(Grunts)

(Grunt)

Security, please.

Yes, there's an unauthorized car in a Grayson Global reserved spot.

A silver Lexus.

Thanks.

(Cell phone beeps)

You heard from my dad today?

Just long enough to convince him not to rent Yankee Stadium for the investors' softball game.

Ashley, I just got a call from security.

They said you're parked in an unauthorized spot.

I parked where I always park.

(Sighs)
I'll be back.

(Keypad beeps)

(Female electronic voice)
Received today at 9:08 A.M.

(Voice mail beeps)

(Conrad) Looks like I missed a call from you.

I assume it has to do with Daniel.

I'll be back tonight, but if you have something on him, call me.

(Sighs)

(Cell phone beeps)

(Chuckles)

Whoa.

For your baby shower.

It goes with your real gift.

Oh, my God.

You shouldn't have.

But I'm so glad you did.
(Laughs)

(Chuckles)
Then I am, too.

Last but not least.

It's a baby journal.

Open it.

Um... that is, uh, so beautiful...

And appropriate.

Thank you.

Mm.

(Yawns)

Amanda, are you all right?

Just, uh, kind of exhausted suddenly.

Well, would you like to lie down?

Yeah. Maybe for a moment.

Charlotte, would you escort the ladies to the conservatory for petits fours and refreshments?

Shall we?

I knew you were a smart girl.

Excuse me.

(Headset beeps)

(Victoria) I'm glad you changed your mind, Amanda.

Tell her you have and that she can have the journals.

You can have the journals.
(Static crackling)

Well, once I receive them, I'll sign the check.

Go for it. Make her squirm.

Actually, you don't need to do that.

Then what are we doing here, Amanda?

You said that my mother d*ed in an institution.

This is the visitors log from the hospital where she was committed.

My Aunt Charlotte signed in a few days before my father's arrest.

I assume you have a point.

My aunt was an invalid.
(Static crackles)

She couldn't walk, much less write.

I had my suspicions about who forged the signature, but I never knew for sure until now.

"Amanda Clarke."

"Charlotte Clarke."

They match.

What happened when you visited her?

(Static crackling)
This is pointless.

Either you show yourself out or I will have you escorted.

(Static crackles)

Go after her.

Why were you there, Victoria?

What did you do to her?

Oh, let it go. If your father were here, he would tell you the same thing.

My father told me she was dead. Why would he lie?

But why?

Why would he make me believe she was dead when she was obviously still alive?

Because he was trying to protect you.

So am I.

Find out where she is.

(Static crackles)
Yeah, but from what?

Amanda?

He would rather have you believe that she was dead than to tell you the unspeakable truth.

What? Tell me.

(Static crackles)
Amanda. Damn it.

Your mother tried to k*ll you.

That's a lie.

I wish it was.

And no matter how much hatred you harbor toward me, it is the absolute truth!

Aah!
(Thuds)

(Gasps)
(Thud)

Marta!

Someone, call 9-1-1!

(Charlotte)
What happened? What happened?

Oh, my God. Amanda.

Amanda.

Amanda.

(Keypad beeps, phone rings)

Yes, we need an ambulance right away.

Oh, oh, God. Hang in there, Amanda.

Help is on the way.

20s, pregnant female, blunt head trauma...

Whatever... whatever happens, you have to save the baby.

Make sure they save the baby.

No, you're both gonna be fine.

Take this. Call Jack, please.

I'm going with her.

Are you family?

I am.

I'm her sister.

Charlotte.

Mom, I'm going.

(Emergency radio chatter)

(Man) Closing.

(Siren wails)

(Jack)
We failed the inspection.

What are you telling me exactly?

That you can't keep to your word?

I'm saying that this place is my income, so if I can't open the bar...

(Sighs)
Maybe there's some other arrangement that could be made.

Jack, I...

(Cell phone rings)

Maybe there is. I...

(Ring)

(Ring)

Excuse me.

(Beeps)

Hey.

Oh, thank God.
(Sniffles)

Jack, it's Amanda.

There's been an accident.

What?

Is she okay?

I don't know.

They took her to Suffolk Memorial.

I'm gonna meet you there, okay?

Yeah.

Hey, listen, it's... It's my girlfriend.

I gotta... I'm sorry. We'll work something out.

(Cell phone auto dials)

(Rings, line clicks)
(Man) What up?

You did good.

So did our inspector.

Cool.

Did you make an offer on the bar?

After the dust settles.

(Clatters)

(Clicks switch)

Let's get started.

Victoria!

What the hell happened?

Victoria, where are the children?

They're safe.

It's Amanda Clarke's blood. She fell.

On our property?

You better hope it's not serious.

It's very serious, no matter what her fate.

Just before the accident, she confronted me with some old log-in sheets from her mother's hospital.

She's very close to figuring out that I hand-delivered Kara to Gordon Murphy.

How could she have stumbled upon that?

She couldn't have, not without help.

(Car door closes)

Oh, welcome home, Dad.

Hey.

Good trip?

Ah...

Listen, I'm wiped. I'm gonna... I'm gonna turn in, all right?

Okay.

Okay?

(Lowered voice) You...

Didn't call me back.

(Lowered voice) Because there's nothing to report.

Daniel only has your best interests at heart.

And as for me, I am done being your little spy.

Who knew there was such a thing as competitive Tetris?

Oh. Yeah.
(Chuckles)

I led a petition to make it a demonstration sport at the '92 Olympics.

We lost.

I can't believe he held on to this.

Hey, this is all Nolcorp stuff... investor prospects, start-up budgets.

I founded the company in my dad's garage the summer before my junior year.

When I told him I wasn't going back to school...

Mm, he kicked me out.

I should sort through it all.

Could be useful for the audit.

Padma...

Thank you for... taking an interest.

You didn't have to.

It's my job to take care of you. (Chuckles)

'Cause...

I was kinda hoping maybe this had...

Nothing to do with the job.

(Chuckles)

Oh!

(Gasps)

(Grunts)

Can, uh...
(Sighs)

We try that again?

I think we should.

(Grunts)

(Pants)

(Grunts)

(Pants)

(Grunts)

Oh! Ohh.

(Grunts)

(Woman on radio)
And finally, in society news, Amanda Clarke, daughter of t*rror1st David Clarke and a recent addition to Victoria Grayson's family fold, has been rushed to Suffolk Memorial with serious but unspecified injuries.

Amanda Clarke was apparently at the Graysons'
Southampton estate at the time of the accident.

Amanda Clarke's family?

That's us. That's us. I'm Amanda's...

I'm the father.

How are they?

The abruption's caused a decrease in blood flow to your son.

He's being deprived of oxygen.

The longer we wait to deliver, the worse the outcome.

Then why are you waiting?

It's high risk. Amanda's already lost a good deal of blood.

And we just don't have a conclusive assessment of her internal injuries.

Obviously, we're gonna try to save mother and son, but if there comes a point where a decision must be made...

The baby. It's what she wants.

She told me when they were putting her in the ambulance.

She's going to be fine. She has to be.

(Inhales deeply)

(Exhales)

All I can think about is how awful I was to her, the last things I said.

Jack, don't do that to yourself.

(Sniffles)

(Alarm beeping)

(Woman) Code blue, room three!

Code blue, code blue, room three!

(Beeping continues)

(Jack) Amanda!

(Beeping continues)

How is she?

We had to perform an emergency c-section.

Unfortunately, she was already battling internal injuries and massive blood loss.

We were forced to induce a coma.

How's the baby?

His oxygen levels are lower than we'd like, so we've put him in the NICU for treatment.

I'll let you know when you can see him.

Can we see Amanda?

Not just yet.

I'll get us coffees.

(Declan) Hey.

Hey.

What's going on? What are they saying?

Uh...

Just...

I'm a dad.

But... but that's... That's great, isn't it?

(Voice breaking)
Amanda...

She's not good, man.

What does that mean, not good? She's gonna be okay, right?

(Mouths words)

Jack, I'm... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything.

Come here.

We're gonna be okay.

Yeah.

Go ahead.

You sure?

Hey.

Hi.

You okay?

Here.

Take this.

(Woman)
♪ while you were searching ♪
♪ for your gods... ♪

When at a crossroads, my father was fond of saying "go with your gut."

"Intuition," he said, "always has our best interests at heart."

♪ To make you stay... ♪

After I finish loading the car, I'm taking you out, anywhere you want to go.

Oh. Always wanted to go to Le Meurice.

Mm. In Paris?

You said anywhere.
(Chuckles)

Okay.
(Laughs)

♪ For your gods. ♪
♪ They have something ♪
♪ I have lost. ♪

It is a voice that can tell us who is friend and who is foe...

♪ A perfect love ♪
♪ that I can't need. ♪

Which ones to hold at arm's length...

And which ones to keep close.

♪ I loved you more. ♪
♪ I know that now. ♪

But too often, we become distracted by fear, doubt, our own stubborn hopes, and refuse to listen.

♪ Wishes... ♪

(Grunts)

(Grunt)

(Grunts)

♪ Ooh... ♪

(Clears throat)

(Keypad beeps)

(Cell phone rings, line clicks)

Hey, you've called Emily. Leave a message.

(Voice mail beeps)

(Aiden) Emily, it's me. Call me as soon as you get this.

I... I tracked down your mother.

She's dangerous. I think she's coming your way.

♪ Ooh... ♪

It's okay, sweetheart.

Mommy's here.

Shh.

It's okay, sweetheart.

(Kara) Marco.

(Amanda) Polo.

It's too deep, Mommy.

(David) Amanda!

Daddy?

Shh.

Amanda! Amanda!

Daddy?

Kara!

Okay, we're gonna play one more game, honey.

One more game.

I don't wanna...

This time we're gonna pretend we're sleeping underwater, okay?

No.

One...

No.

Two...

(David) Kara!

(Muffled grunting and whimpering)

(Grunts)

(Gasps)

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)

(Singsongy whisper)
Mommy's here.

It's okay.

(Beeping continues)

It's okay. Shh.

(Aiden) I'm too late.

If you came here to say I told you so, you can leave.

I didn't come here for that.

Come here.

No.

Come here.

No.

Come here.

No. No.

Come here.

No, no.
(Crying)

Shh.

It's okay.

It's okay.

(Continues crying)