Anastasia,
I vow to love you faithfully, forsaking all others.
I promise to love, to trust and to respect you.
To comfort you in times of need and keep you safe.
All that I have is now yours.
I give you my hand and my heart
for as long as we both shall live.
Christian,
I vow to be your faithful partner
in sickness and in health.
I promise to love you unconditionally,
to honor and respect you,
to bring you solace in times of need.
I promise to cherish you
as long as we both shall live.
I now pronounce you man and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
- Hi. - Oh, my God, thank you.
You're welcome. You look so elegant.
Mrs. Grey?
That's me.
Yeah. You.
Let's get out of here.
I'm sick of sharing you with the riffraff.
I have to change.
Okay.
Be quick.
Oh!
Out of the way.
You own this?
We own this.
Mrs. Grey, Mr. Grey.
Ooh!
Monsieur. Monsieur.
Take it. It's a present.
It's a rock.
Take it.
Excusez moi.
Will you put this on my back, you grouch.
If you insist.
Take off the whole thing.
Not a chance.
Why?
You're showing plenty as it is.
I am wearing more than any woman here.
You want to be ogled by every guy on the beach,
including Taylor?
When's Taylor gonna get a vacation?
We need security.
On the beach? Why?
Because we do.
You're done.
I'm gonna go for a swim.
You coming?
Mm-hmm.
I'm right behind you.
Here you go, sir.
Ana.
What the hell are you doing?
I must have turned over in my sleep.
- Yeah? It's not funny. - Oh!
Come on.
It's a little funny.
- L'addition, s'il vous plait. - D'accord.
Christian, look around. There's nothing but boobs
for as far as the eye can see.
It's boobs in Boobland.
Nobody cares about mine.
They will when they're on the cover of some sleazy tabloid.
All right?
We're going back to the boat.
- Whoo! - Hold on.
You insist on defying me, Mrs. Grey.
What should I do about that?
Learn to live with it.
Mm, it's not my style.
How come you always braid my hair?
Hush.
Do you remember your safe word?
Mm-hmm.
Purple.
Ana.
Red.
Right.
Good.
Lift up your arms.
Tomorrow, I'm gonna glue this to you.
Don't pull. They'll bite.
I am going to fuck you until you scream.
Do you love me?
You know I love you.
Then why do you defy me?
Because I can.
I should misbehave more often.
Yeah, maybe you should.
Mm.
Hey, Ros, what's up?
I'm-I'm sorry to interrupt your honeymoon.
We had a fire in the main server room this morning.
- Was anyone injured? - No.
And the damage could have been much worse.
The fire suppression system kicked in.
It looks like arson.
Someone planted an explosive device.
This guy.
Security is sweeping the room for fingerprints and DNA.
Did he get any data?
He took some of your personal files, and then he
might have set the fire to cover his tracks.
Uh, can you go back?
Oh, my God.
That's Jack.
Who's Jack?
Jack Hyde, formerly of S.I.P.
- Uh, he was my boss. - Uh-huh.
Not anymore. He's been dealt with.
I'm sorry, we need to go home.
Ros, can you tell Andrea I need the jet
in Nice tomorrow, please?
Got it. I-I'm sorry, Mrs. Grey.
Oh, don't be.
Why would Jack do that? It's insane.
What?
I got a report from the FAA.
They don't think that the helicopter crash
was an accident.
They said it looks like sabotage.
Sabotage? Why wouldn't you tell me that?
I didn't want you to worry.
You think Jack did that, too?
Why would he be going to these lengths?
I don't know.
But don't worry.
I swore I'd keep you safe, and I will.
Linc.
Grey.
Hello.
This is my wife, Anastasia.
- Ah, Mrs. Grey. - Hi.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
And good luck.
What was that?
Never mind.
Tell me.
It's Elena's ex.
Mr. Robinson?
Yes.
He doesn't like me very much.
I could tell.
Ana, that's not funny.
- Hey. - Oh, uh...
Mr. and Mrs. Grey, welcome home.
- Hi, Gail. - Thank you.
Uh, Sawyer, ma'am.
Hello. Hi.
This is my colleague, Prescott.
- Hi. - Just Sawyer and Prescott?
- That's it? - Keep it simple.
They'll be in charge of your personal security.
Oh.
Both of you?
We'll mostly take turns, Mrs. Grey.
You won't even know we're here.
That seems unlikely, but thank you.
- Come on. - Can I get you something to eat
- before I unpack your bags? - I'm good.
Anastasia?
Some tea, perhaps?
Yeah. Yes. Thank you.
I mean, please and thank... and thank you.
- I'll be in my office. - Okay.
Laters, baby.
Now, when you have a moment,
we should discuss how you'd like to run the household.
Run the household?
The dinner menus,
- the wine list, uh, the flowers. - Oh.
And what changes you'd like made to the decor.
Um...
I-I know it's a lot to take in, Mrs. Grey.
There's no rush.
Can't you just call me Ana?
Well, Mr. Grey likes to be called Mr. Grey,
so that would be a little odd.
Right. Okay.
Now, what would you like for tonight?
I have boeuf bourguignon...
Actually, I was kind of thinking that maybe
I could just cook dinner for Christian tonight.
Mrs. Grey.
I'm so sorry. You prob...
I don't want to mess up your plans. I'm sorry.
Mrs. Grey, this is your home.
This is your kitchen.
You don't need to ask permission.
Now, why don't I show you what's in the fridge,
and you can take it from there.
Perfect.
Perfect timing.
Where's Gail?
I gave her the night off.
Sit.
Medium rare, just how Sir likes it.
I could get used to this.
Well, we're kind of married, so you might have to.
I mean you in my kitchen.
- Mm. - You mean barefoot and pregnant?
That was a joke.
Yeah.
I'm assuming it wasn't the "barefoot" part
that made you nearly choke on your food.
You do want to have kids someday, right?
Someday, sure.
You don't really sound sure.
You know what I am sure about?
Hmm?
That's great steak.
Christian.
Do you not want to have kids?
Of course.
One day, just not now.
I'm not ready to share you with anyone.
Mrs. Grey.
Thank you.
Hey, Brendan.
Morning, Miss Steele.
- Welcome back, Miss Steele. - Hi.
Ana.
Nice of you to join us.
Hi, Liz.
Am... am I in the right office?
We had a makeover.
Mr. Roach wanted to welcome the new fiction editor.
Who's the new fiction editor?
You are.
You got a promotion.
I got a promotion?
And you weren't even here.
Ana!
- Hi, Hannah. - Hi.
Hi.
Hi. Welcome back.
- How do you like your new digs? - Amazing.
I'm gonna let you get settled in.
And, Ana, good luck. Not that you need it.
So...
who is that beautiful man?
Oh, that's Sawyer, my personal security.
Oh.
I know. It's very, very fancy.
Um, can we find a spot for him?
I might have an opening.
- Hannah! - What?
Down, girl.
Uh, everything's in relatively the same spot.
Oh, and I asked I.T. to change your e-mail.
Because they still have you as Ana Steele
instead of Ana Grey.
Oh.
Um, l-let's just leave it
- for a while. - Done.
And Boyce Fox is in town.
I have penciled him in for 11:00.
Amazing. Awesome.
- Thank you. Thanks, Hannah. - Yeah.
Oh, wait, hold on.
For your collection.
Paris?
Thank you.
It's good to have you back, Ana.
It's good to be back.
This is amazing, Ana.
I-I can't thank you enough.
Well, you did the work.
Hi. How can I help you?
Christian Grey for Miss Ana Steele.
Now, when am I gonna see pages for book two?
Already? Um, well, I've written
three chapters so far.
Christian.
Um, Boyce, this is my husband, Christian Grey.
Christian, this is Boyce Fox.
- Pleasure to meet you. - Absolutely.
Do you mind?
I need a word with Miss Steele here.
Uh, no. Actually, no, we're not... we're not finished.
Uh, you know, I'm just gonna grab a coffee real quick.
It was nice to meet you.
Good-looking guy.
Seriously, Christian?
You're vetting my authors now?
I tried e-mailing you.
It bounced.
There's no Anastasia Grey at S.I.P.
I know.
Ana Steele is the name I use at work.
And I know you're gonna say I don't need to work,
but I can't stay home and-and do lunches
and choose wallpaper.
I would lose my mind.
I work because I love my job.
Understood.
But you can't love it as Ana Grey?
I need to have my own identity here.
People already think I got to where I am because of you.
But you didn't. You got this
through hard work and talent.
Why does it matter what you call yourself?
Who gives a shit what people think?
Well, apparently, you do.
Would you change your name for me?
Yes.
If it meant that much to you.
Okay.
I'll think about it.
You will?
Yeah.
That's how this works, remember?
Talk, listen...
work stuff out.
Now, get lost.
I gotta find my author.
And you need to shave.
I'll pick you up at 5:00.
I might not be done by then.
My boss's boss's boss is kind of a pain in the ass.
Boyce.
Hey.
Sawyer can ride with Taylor.
You're coming with me.
- Can I drive? - This?
I don't think so.
- Let me drive it. - No.
Let me drive it.
No.
I feel like I've been here before.
You saw it when we were sailing on the Sound.
Oh, yeah.
It's beautiful.
I bought it.
For us as a home.
I should have asked you first.
If you don't like it, we can always...
- I love it. - You do?
Oh, my God.
Christian.
Hi.
- Mwah. Anastasia. - Hi.
This is Gia Matteo, the architect.
You were, um, at our wedding.
- Mm-hmm. - Gia's a friend of Elliot's.
This location is perfect.
I'm going to build you a fabulous house.
I'd like to show Ana inside.
Of course.
That GQ profile on you...
I love what you're doing in Africa.
Oh, thank you.
Now, let me show you what I have in mind.
A state-of-the-art, self-sufficient smart house.
Marine steel, self-cleaning glass,
a guest wing with an entertaining area to the west.
And this infinity pool
will really make that view of the Sound.
Um, you want to tear the whole house down?
Don't you?
It's so dated.
I like it.
I think it has character.
Well, a new house would be a statement
and ecologically efficient.
I mean, these older places are so impractical.
It's up to you.
Actually, it's up to my wife.
What she says goes.
Excuse me.
Sure.
Hey, Ros.
- Christian, hey. - Yeah.
I suppose we could reuse
- some of the existing stone. - Gia.
It is Gia, right?
I'm sure you're very good at what you do.
Otherwise, Christian wouldn't have asked for your input.
But...
please stop speaking to my husband as if I weren't here.
Ana...
I have designed many prestige projects.
You may call me Mrs. Grey.
And this is not a prestige project.
This is gonna be our home.
So, if you want this job,
I suggest you stop making eyes at my husband
and keep your hands to yourself.
Or you can go and climb back into your shit-colored car
and drive back to Seattle.
It's up to you.
Look, I'm sorry, Mrs. Grey, but I would never...
It won't happen again.
Everything okay?
- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.
We were just discussing an alternative approach.
Something less in your face.
More respectful.
Sure.
Why don't I start over?
- You want to see upstairs? - Yeah.
Okay.
It's not bad.
I'll draw up new plans,
and you'll have them in the next two weeks.
Great. We look forward to it.
Mr. Grey.
Thanks, Gia.
Mrs. Grey.
This is gonna be fun.
I'm paying for extra security,
and you're scarier than any of them.
Here.
You could handle her, you can handle this.
Whoa, Ana.
Easy. Ana!
Sure beats Wanda.
We've lost Taylor and Sawyer.
Slackers.
I'm a race car driver.
Hey, Taylor.
The SUV. I see it.
We're being followed.
That Dodge?
Sawyer ran the plates. They're fake.
- Lose him. - Seriously?
Seriously.
Lose him.
You can make it. Don't slow down.
Head south. Get us home.
Good work.
Taylor, I've got you on speaker.
We're right behind the Dodge, Mr. Grey.
He's still trying to catch up with you.
- Can you make out the driver? - No, not yet.
Go.
Come on, dude.
- Flash your lights. - That's a dick move.
Get off here.
There. The parking lot.
- Taylor? - Yes, sir?
- Ana lost him. - We're still in pursuit.
You okay?
Hey. We're in a parking lot.
I know.
Sorry, Mr. Grey.
We lost him.
It's gotta be Hyde.
Got this from the highway patrol.
That's not Hyde.
That looks like a woman.
Where's Leila Williams right now?
Still with the family in Connecticut.
Whoever it is, she's gotta be working with Hyde.
What's the latest on him?
He hasn't been seen for a month.
No purchases, no ATM transactions.
What about friends, family?
Yeah, not much of either.
Okay, I want everything there is to know about Hyde.
Where he comes from, his shoe size, all of it.
And I want the three of you with us in New York.
- What? -I have to go there for meetings this week.
You're coming with me.
Can you guys give us a second?
You know I can't go to New York.
- I have to work. - Take it with you.
I have meetings.
- Reschedule. - I have to show up.
I have responsibilities. You can't keep me in a cage.
- I just want you to be safe. - I will be safe.
I have Sawyer and Prescott.
I'll be fine.
You need a haircut.
Not the priority.
I can do it.
- No. - Yeah.
I used to cut my dad's hair all the time.
I don't want to look like your father.
Okay.
- Christian! - What?
- You're distracting me. - Okay.
You done?
Oh...
Okay, enough, enough.
Enough.
Where are the scissors?
In my desk.
Wait here.
Don't move.
I'm not going anywhere.
Hey.
Why is there a gun in your desk?
It's Leila's.
Why didn't you give it to the cops?
She was in enough trouble.
Here.
I'll get rid of it.
Okay.
Good morning, wife.
Good morning, husband.
I'm off.
Fly safe.
Text me when you land.
Stay close to Sawyer and Prescott.
Come straight home after work.
I will. I promise.
I love you.
Hi, Mr. Roach.
Jerry. Come on.
Jesus, it's Jerry, okay?
Uh, pre-orders for Boyce Fox.
Check that out. Check it out.
200,000?
That includes e-books, and marketing
hasn't even gotten off the blocks yet.
Oh, my God.
You were right about him having a built-in readership.
It's really just...
It's good work.
That is good work, Ana.
Keep it coming.
Um, Sawyer, can we go to The Bunker Club, please?
Mr. Grey said to take you straight home.
Well, Mr. Grey's not here. I am.
So Bunker Club, please.
Yes, ma'am.
So really?
- A personal bodyguard? - I know.
I guess Elliot wasn't exaggerating.
What do you mean?
He said that Christian arranged security
for the whole family after what happened with Hyde.
Apparently, they're driving them nuts,
and Mia keeps giving her guy the slip.
Why do you look at me like you don't
know what I'm talking about?
I-I don't...
know what you're talking about.
After they found all those files on Hyde's computer,
stuff about Christian, the Greys?
He didn't tell you any of that?
No. No, he didn't.
But I-I'm sure he had his reasons.
Hey. Hi.
Excuse me. Can we get two more martinis, please?
- Of course. Right away. - Thank you. -Mm-mm.
I can't, really.
I promised Christian I would go home.
Ugh. Come on.
You afraid that your hot bodyguard's gonna narc on you?
Yeah.
Probably.
How's Elliot? What's going on?
He's busy.
He's working on this big eco project
with that architect Gia Matteo.
The one with the really big...
Plans. Yeah, huge plans.
And, boy, does Elliot like to look at those plans.
No.
- He adores you, Kate. - I don't know.
I just... I have this feeling.
Why don't you just ask him straight up?
Honestly, I don't know if I want to know the answer.
Whatever.
I hate that I even care this much.
- No. No. - Here you go.
Thank you. Just keep 'em coming, will you?
And don't ever stop.
- Of course. - Thank you.
No, I really can't.
I'm gonna get in so much trouble.
Look at you. You're so...
What?
Married.
I know.
Honestly, it happened so fast.
Made my head spin.
It suits you.
Yeah, I think it does.
Except you don't see enough of your friends.
I know.
- I know. I'm sorry. - I missed your face.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
My sweetest friend.
- To your face. - To your plans.
Oh, my God.
- What is that? Right? - Oh, my God.
And you know me. I mean, I hate jellyfish, right?
- I know. - So I'm like, "No! No!"
I'm, like, halfway out of the water, halfway up a tree.
- Like... - Oh, my God.
You're so cute.
- I missed you. - I missed you.
I'm going to stalk you until you make another date, okay?
Yeah. Wha... Oh, God, sorry.
- My phone is just crazy. - It's okay.
Oh, Jesus.
Come on.
- We'll give you a ride. - Okay.
This is Christian Grey.
Leave a message.
Sawyer, if you speak to my husband tonight,
just don't say anything.
Let me tell him that I was out with Kate.
Okay?
Mr. Grey already knows.
I spoke with him when you got off work.
Shit.
Mrs. Grey?
Now, you're gonna be a good girl.
And we're gonna walk to the elevator nice and slow.
Mrs. Grey! Let her go.
Go ahead. Take the shot.
Drop the knife.
Hands on your head.
Hands on your head, or I'll fire.
You okay, Mrs. Grey? Did he hurt you?
No, I'm fine.
Better restrain him.
I don't have anything.
We do.
I-I mean... I... We... I can find something.
So, Hyde's a former colleague of yours?
Uh, yes, he was my boss until a few weeks ago,
but they let him go.
Can I ask why?
Because he attacked me.
Sir.
We recovered this from an elevator
maintenance vehicle parked in the lower garage.
Stolen plates.
Must have been how the suspect gained access.
This mean anything to you, Mrs. Grey?
"You owe me a life."
No, nothing.
Mr. Grey is on his way home.
We really need to wrap this up, please.
We'll finish this another time, Mrs. Grey.
You rest.
And, uh, don't worry about Hyde.
We've got enough to hold him.
He won't be going anywhere.
Okay.
All right.
Hi.
Come to bed.
Maybe later.
I can't.
Ana, hey.
I just saw this.
Are you okay?
- Shit. - It must have been terrifying.
Are you sure you should be at work?
Yeah, it was, but I'm... I'm fine.
One of the reports said that it was Jack Hyde.
It was.
What did he want?
Liz, I appreciate your concern,
but I don't want to talk about it.
Okay.
I don't know what I'm gonna tell Mr. Roach.
Um, I will talk to Jerry.
Whatever you say...
Mrs. Grey.
Hello?
Welcome home, Anastasia.
Christian?
Where is everybody?
Elsewhere.
I thought you were mad at me.
Turn around.
We're going to the playroom.
I'm gonna drive you wild.
This is how you make me feel.
Christian.
You promise one thing,
and you do the opposite.
And now you know how that feels.
Christian, what are you doing?
Don't stop.
Frustrating, right?
Why are you stopping?
Frustrating like you.
Red, red, red.
Red, red, red, red.
That was not love, Christian.
That was revenge.
You told me you were coming straight home.
Don't use the Red Room to even the score.
I was scared for you.
I was safer in that bar with Kate than I was here.
I denied you so you would understand
what it feels like for me when you break your promises.
You denied me to punish me.
I felt powerless knowing that Hyde was out there.
I was angry. I was away from home.
I just wanted to see my friends.
But, Christian, why didn't you tell me
that he was keeping files on you and your family?
What is that about?
Ana, please.
The truth is I have no idea
why he's going to these lengths to get to us.
There has to be a reason.
There's gotta be some connection.
I know.
You know, I had a dream last night...
that you were dead.
And you were lying on the concrete.
And you were cold, and I couldn't wake you.
Well, I'm fine.
I'm right here. I'm fine.
Hyde is locked up now.
And I'm right here with you.
I'm sorry.
Sawyer.
Hannah.
Ana Ste... uh, Grey.
Mrs. Grey, it's your boss's boss's boss.
Look out your window.
I think you deserve a break from all this.
I'm taking you away for the weekend.
Mrs. Jones has packed you a bag.
It's in the trunk.
Oh, did she, now?
Do I get to know where we're going this time?
Aspen.
You won that auction.
Might as well get your money's worth.
Okay, I'm coming.
Nice to see you again, Stephan.
Mrs. Grey, Mr. Grey.
Surprise!
Oh, my God.
You wanted to see more of your friends.
- Come here. - You guys!
- Here we are. - That's beautiful.
Oh!
You think this is nice?
You should see it in the snow.
We should totally hit the sauna together.
Totally. Let's...
Oh, you meant her.
- Help you with your bag, babe? - I'm fine.
Come on.
Okay, this one's yours.
I'm at the other end of the house.
And you two can make as much noise as you want.
Oh, and there's a piano.
No way.
You guys must have heard him play before.
- We've never heard him sing. - Ever.
Maybe I've heard enough.
And he sings?
You know, I really wish you would just talk to Elliot.
I don't like seeing you like this.
I know.
I'm sorry. I'll lighten up, I promise.
No, I just think that you'll feel so much better
when you clear things up with him.
You know?
Let's go find some wine.
Do you think Elliot would ever cheat on Kate?
She thinks he's sleeping with Gia Matteo.
Well, I'm sure he has, but that doesn't mean he is now.
- Really? He has? - Probably.
Elliot's slept with half of Seattle.
Hmm.
I didn't know he was so promiscuous.
Ana, it's none of our business.
I know.
Well, it will be our business
when I murder him for breaking Kate's heart.
Mia said you hardly ever come here.
There's never been someone I wanted to bring up here.
I was waiting for you.
Ana.
Shit.
Nice one.
There you are.
I was looking for you.
You all right?
I couldn't sleep.
You want to talk about it?
I've already talked to this pint of ice cream about it.
I'll make you some tea.
Mm.
Oh.
I'm so sorry.
- Ooh! - Not funny.
Oh, God, it's dripping. I'll get it.
Okay.
Ah-ah.
This is mine.
Come here.
Okay.
Shit.
God, you drive me crazy.
What?
It's my turn.
- Ana. - What?
Keep it down. You don't want to wake up the whole house.
Oh, I really don't care about the whole house.
Oh!
Christian, Elliot's taking us hiking.
- You coming? - No.
I have work to do.
Come on.
Just a stroll in the hills.
When Elliot says "stroll," he means 20 miles
straight uphill with nothing to eat but tree bark.
What if I run into a bear?
Mm, good luck to the bear.
What was Christian like when he was little?
He doesn't ever really talk about it.
It's a miracle he talks at all.
When Mom and Dad first brought him home,
he never spoke.
He didn't cry. I mean, he's never cried.
He did kick the crap out of me
a few times when Mom wasn't looking, though.
Really?
You guys seem like you're pretty close now.
Yeah, we've grown up a lot since then.
Now I'm just in awe of him.
He's the bravest guy I know.
Nothing scares him.
You seem pretty fearless.
Me?
Nah.
What are you so afraid of?
Hey, Elliot, when is this forced march gonna end?
I promised Ana we'd go shopping.
Well, guess we could go back through town.
I got some errands to run, too.
Sir.
This just came in.
More background on Hyde.
Went to Princeton on a scholarship,
graduated summa cum laude.
Smart guy.
Worked for publishers
in New York and Chicago before S.I.P.
What else?
We tracked down an ex-assistant.
Seems Hyde slept with her.
Made a sex tape, used it to blackmail her.
Jesus.
Has she told the police?
She wouldn't go on record.
And another thing... apparently, Hyde was
in and out of foster homes in Detroit.
So was I.
Good work.
- Keep digging. - Sir.
And, Taylor...
Ana's still shaken up.
Not a word about this for now.
Yes, sir.
Oh, yes!
I don't know.
It's really low in the back.
- It's hot. - Yeah, but...
Oh, Christian's gonna love this dress.
Help. My zipper is stuck.
Oh.
Let me see.
Ta-da!
What do you think?
Oh, my God.
I know.
Look at you. You're like a valentine.
- Come on. Right? - Turn around.
- Oh! - Look at her.
- Elliot's gonna love it. - He's gonna love it.
Mm. Oh!
- Shoes. - Shoes!
- Let's have a drink. - Mm. Oh!
- Don't you think? - Oh, girl, look at you.
Here you go. I know, it's kind of like a napkin.
Tell me you didn't wear that to go hiking.
Of course I did.
I did.
It's, um...
good for sweating and...
has full range of motion.
It's very short.
I know.
And it's not too far from here...
...to here...
to there.
And to here.
So just don't bend over.
We should be fine.
Oops.
A design flaw.
Hey, Elliot, did I see that architect
you work with in town today, Gina?
Gia Matteo.
Yeah, she, um... she has a place here.
Okay.
Are they real?
Like, can they be real?
I never asked.
Uh, two bottles of Bollinger
and six glasses, please.
Are we celebrating something?
Um...
At a certain point, uh,
the idea of spending the rest of my life
with one person seemed unimaginable.
And then I met Kate.
And I fell head over heels in love.
- -I fell in love with your beauty,
with your grace, your wisdom,
for everything that you are.
And now the only thing I can't imagine is...
is being without you... ever.
So...
marry me?
Please.
Yes.
Yes, yes, yes.
Congrats, dude.
Hey, what's going on?
Hey.
You should see him when he's angry.
Well, now I know why you were acting so weird.
Did you pick it out yourself?
I had a little help from an old friend.
An old girlfriend?
Hey, not everyone marries the first girl they ever dated.
Well, some of us like
to get it right the first time, bro.
Did you just roll your eyes at me?
Maybe.
What are you gonna do about it?
Top drawer on the right.
What?
Top drawer on the right. Go.
No way.
Ana, do as you're told.
You ready?
Yeah.
You all right?
Mm-hmm.
Hey, uh, Dr. Greene called again,
and there is a Detective Clark to see you.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Grey,
but my lieutenant asked me to check something out.
Jack Hyde claims you and him were sleeping together
when he worked at S.I.P.
- What? - He tried to break it off,
you got upset, and you made up this whole
sexual assault story to get him fired.
- What?! -Says he came to your apartment to try
and straighten things out, but your security people
got involved and it all went south.
No, that is complete bullshit.
I'll put that down as a denial.
- Jack attacked me. - Right.
He attacked me, and then he tried to kidnap me.
Do you believe what he's saying?
Officially, Mrs. Grey,
it doesn't matter what I believe.
Unofficially,
I believe Hyde is a lying piece of shit
who will say anything to get bail.
You need to be ready for that.
Thank you for your time.
Wait, Jack is applying for bail?
Noon today, municipal courthouse.
Does your client deny forcing entry into this penthouse?
He does not, Your Honor. However, my client
had exhausted all legitimate means of redress
and merely wanted to confront
the parties responsible for destroying his career.
I think he wanted to do more than confront them, counselor.
These are not the actions of an innocent man seeking redress.
However, given his clean record,
the court will grant bail.
- Set at $500,000. - Your Honor.
Next case.
Okay.
Let's go.
Hello.
Mrs. Grey, I've caught you at last.
This is Dr. Greene.
Dr. Greene, uh, I'm sorry I haven't called you back.
That's okay, but you've missed your last two appointments.
Can you come to my office this afternoon?
I did leave a lot of messages.
I know. I-I've been so busy,
it just kind of slipped through the cracks.
Hmm.
Before we start...
It seems you're pregnant, Mrs. Grey.
It's, uh... I'm...
What?
The shot is almost 100% effective
when administered regularly.
There.
Its heartbeat.
Where?
Just there.
It's just like a little blip.
I'd say it's six, seven weeks.
Little blip.
How'd it go today?
Uh, good. I got a visit from Detective Clark.
Apparently, Hyde is trying to say that I came on to him.
He expects people to believe that?
It's his word against mine.
Is that what's bothering you?
Ana, no one will believe him.
And the other assistants, they'll tell the detectives
- he did the same... - I'm pregnant.
Six or seven weeks.
You forgot your shot?
Christ, Ana.
I'm sorry.
I know it's not good timing.
I had plans for us.
I wanted to give you the world,
not diapers and vomit and shit.
Do you really think that I'm ready to be a father?
No. I don't.
And I'm not ready to be a mother, either,
but we'll just figure it out.
I'm not ready to figure it out.
He'll come back.
Christian, it's me. Where are you?
Will you please come home?
Fuck.
I'm home.
Hey.
You look mighty fine, Mrs. Grey.
Wow, you look mighty drunk.
Where have you been?
Shh.
All right, let's go to bed.
Now you're talking.
Okay, big guy, come on.
- Lean on me. - Mm-hmm.
You're so beautiful.
- Oh, yeah? Both of me? - Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Time for sleep.
This is where it starts.
Where what starts?
Babies mean no sex.
That can't be true.
There'd be no siblings.
Hmm. You're funny.
Oh, no... no, no.
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Oh. Hello.
We have an intruder.
You're gonna take her from me, aren't you?
You'll see.
You'll choose him over me.
Nobody's choosing anybody.
Uh, he might be a she.
Oh, Jesus.
Ana?
Anastasia?
Shit.
Go through the apartment. Check every room.
Taylor, check the garage, see if you
can talk to the concierge.
Sawyer, take a look at the CCTV.
Sawyer, we're leaving for work in 20 minutes.
- Yes, ma'am. - Where the hell were you?
Ana.
Anastasia?
Open the door.
Ana.
That's it? You're ignoring me?
Hey.
Why are you behaving like this?
I don't know. Maybe you should go
ask your friend, Mrs. Robinson.
What?
You've been reading my texts?
I've been picking up your shit, Christian.
I told you we're just friends.
The time for talking to me was yesterday.
But instead, you decided to go get drunk with the woman
who taught you how to fuck when you were a child.
The going gets rough, and you go running to her.
I thought you were better than that.
It wasn't like that.
Did you sleep with her?
No. What do you think, I'd cheat on you?
You did.
You confided in her about our private life.
You chose her over me.
And then you came home,
and you said that I would choose this baby over you.
And you know what? If I have to, I will.
I will choose this baby over anybody
because that is what decent parents do.
It's what your mother should have done for you,
and I am so sorry that she didn't, Christian.
I am sorry.
But you are not a kid anymore, Christian.
You need to grow the fuck up.
You're not happy about this baby.
I got that.
I am not ecstatic, either,
given the timing and your reaction.
But babies happen when you have sex,
and you and I tend to do a lot of that.
So we can either do this together...
...or I will do it without you.
And what about us?
Well, when your husband prefers the company of his ex-mistress,
it doesn't really say much for your marriage, does it?
Elena and I just talked.
I was too angry with you.
I'm angry with you, Christian.
You left me.
You left me when I needed you. You fucked up.
Yes, I fucked up, and I'm sorry.
I'm standing here telling you I'm sorry.
Okay, she doesn't...
she doesn't mean anything to me.
I don't need her.
I need you.
Would have been good if you felt that way yesterday.
It turned out so great, you guys. Thank you so much.
- Thank you. -And, Emma, if we can just make the font size
two points bigger on the hard copy.
Mm-hmm.
Good morning. S.I.P.
Hey.
Kate Kavanagh called you three times.
And your husband called. He wanted me to remind you
that he is flying down to Portland, but he'll be back
- this afternoon. - Is that all he said?
Yeah.
Are you okay? Can I get you a latte?
No, thank you.
Ana Grey's office.
- Hey, Hannah, it's Kate. - Miss Kavanagh.
Yes, she is.
Give me one moment, and I'll transfer you.
Kate.
Hey. Christian's looking for you.
He called me at like 6:00 a.m.
Uh, it's fine. He found me.
What's going on? You okay?
Mm-hmm. I'm just at work, and I'm so busy.
Can I call you back?
Okay.
But, hey, you know I'm here for you, right?
I know.
Oh, Ana.
Kate, don't.
Talk later?
Yeah.
Bye.
Hi, Mia.
Damn, it's good to hear your voice.
Jack?
We never got a chance to talk last week.
How the hell are you?
How are you calling me?
- You should be in j... - What, in jail?
I'm out on bail, sweetheart.
This is Mia's phone.
It is. It is.
Yeah. Cool spec, too.
Zeiss lens.
20-megapixel camera.
Oh, my God.
Yeah, I picked her up outside the gym.
It seems like your husband's security never learns.
- Jack, what do you want? - What do I want?
I want my life back, Ana.
I could have been Christian Grey.
I'm smarter.
I've got more balls than him. He had it so easy.
They should have picked me.
That was supposed to be me.
Those people, they owe me.
What are you talking about?
Forget about it.
If you want to see your sister-in-law again,
get me five million by 1:00 p.m.
That's in less than two hours, Jack.
That's completely impossible.
Oh, please.
You were smart enough to take my job.
You'll figure it out.
And don't tell anybody.
Not your husband.
Not his security.
Or you'll get his little sister back in pieces.
Jesus, Jack. Please.
Keep your phone with you.
No, let me talk to Mia. Jack.
Oh, my God.
Hannah, please clear my calendar
for the rest of the day. I don't feel well.
Sawyer, can you please take me home?
Yes.
You know, she actually bit me.
I'm kind of turned on right now.
Jesus Christ, Jack, I'm doing what you asked.
Clock's ticking, Ana.
You're gonna need to grab some bags.
Five million in cash takes up a lot of space.
Ticktock.
Yes, Mrs. Grey.
Sawyer, can you come help me in the library, please?
On my way.
Mrs. Grey.
Mrs. Grey, wait. Hey, Ana!
Fuck!
She's run out of the goddamn building.
Fuck!
Good morning. May I help you?
Um, I need to make a-a withdrawal.
I need, um, a large... cash withdrawal.
Um...
my husband and I have an account here...
Mr. and Mrs. Christian Grey.
Mrs. Grey, of course. If you come this way.
Thank you.
Mrs. Grey, I'm Troy Whelan, senior manager.
Hi, Mr. Whelan.
I'm-I'm very sorry to spring this on you,
but, um, it's incredibly urgent.
Oh. Uh, for a large cash transaction like this one,
we have procedures we have to follow,
so they take time.
I don't have time.
I need the money immediately.
We might be able to...
Do you have, uh, identification?
Yeah.
Thank you.
Okay. Thank you.
Now, you'll need to write a check,
and I have to make a phone call.
Mrs. Grey, it's your husband.
Christian?
Ana?
What's going on? What are you doing?
Is this about this morning?
Ana, talk to me. That's how this works, right?
Tell me what's wrong.
I can't.
Are you leaving me?
Wait for me there. I'll be 15 minutes.
Christian.
Please don't.
Ana, what's happening?
This doesn't sound like you.
Okay.
Put Whelan back on the phone.
Whelan.
Give her whatever she wants.
Do whatever she tells you.
Yes, Mr. Grey.
Something's up. Ana's in trouble.
Head for the bank on First. Hurry.
Yes, sir.
Come on, baby, pick up.
Pick up, please.
Mrs. Grey, sorry to keep you waiting.
Sir, your sister Mia is missing.
We can't find her.
Oh, they're quite heavy.
Sam here will take them to your car.
Okay, um... Shit.
Is there a problem?
Um, can I make a phone call?
Cutting it awfully close, Ana.
Um, I have a problem.
I know.
You were followed to the bank.
- How do you know that? - There is a blue Dodge
parked in the alley with tinted windows.
Get in. You have three minutes.
No. I need more time than that, Jack.
Give the driver your cell.
You won't be needing it anymore.
I need to use your emergency exit.
We don't usually...
Yes, Mrs. Grey.
I also need to borrow your phone.
Thank you.
He made bail?
Why wasn't I informed?
Detective, the same day
that Hyde gets out, my sister goes missing,
and my wife takes $5 million out of our account.
You think that's a coincidence?
Liz?
Get in the back.
Phone.
Sir, she's gone.
Picked up in a blue Durango.
Damn it.
Think it's the same car that tailed you.
They took her phone, dropped it in the alley.
That's not her phone. I'm tracking her phone,
and it's headed east.
Liz, what are you doing?
Why are you doing this?
- Is he paying you? - Shut up.
They're at Fourth and South Michigan, heading south.
- Dispatch, you get that? - Fourth and Michigan.
Roger that. All units be advised,
suspect vehicle is a blue Durango
headed south on Fourth through Georgetown.
Taylor, right here.
Over the bridge to South Park.
Oh, my God.
Mia.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
No. No.
You made it.
- 20 minutes to spare. - Jack, I brought you
all the money. It's all in the car.
- Just let me have Mia. - We'll get to that.
Did you lose her phone?
Yeah, in the alleyway by the bank.
Good.
They're stopped.
The signal stopped.
Carrie Street, north. Ten blocks. Hurry.
We have two units converging on that area.
With you in three minutes.
Jack, please just let us go.
That's for SIP, you stuck-up little bitch.
Thanks for fucking up my life.
Jesus, Jack, stop.
I did what you wanted. I gave you what you asked for.
You think you can humiliate me?
- No. - You bitch!
Where's Christian now, Ana, huh?
Jack, don't.
You said you wouldn't kill her.
And she's not dead. Not yet.
You have the money. Leave her. Let's go.
Fuck the money. I don't give a shit
- about the money. - Enough.
All units, cell phone signal
has been triangulated to South Park, east of...
Taylor, grab Mia.
Ana? Ana?
Ana, can you hear me?
Ana? Stay with me, Ana.
Breathe. Breathe.
Stay with me, Ana. Ana.
Please be careful.
She's pregnant.
Please stay back, Mr. Grey.
Let us help your wife.
I was so awful to her, Mom.
The things I said, I want to take 'em all back.
Sweetheart, if there was
no room in marriage for mistakes,
none of them would last more than a week.
Tell her you're sorry.
And mean it.
Then give her a little time.
I thought she was leaving me.
Not this one.
She's tenacious.
Especially about things that she loves.
And she does love you, Christian.
You know that, don't you?
Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
Good.
Oh, sweetheart.
- Anastasia. - I'll call Dr. Bartlet.
Hey.
How are you feeling?
Is the baby... the baby's okay?
The baby's fine.
Baby's fine.
Thank God.
Is Mia okay?
Yes.
Mia's fine.
Hey.
Ana, I want to have this baby with you.
I was just scared.
I wanted your world to begin and end with me.
It does.
Christian, it does.
You're my whole life.
Are you crying?
Come here.
Why didn't you tell me what was going on?
I couldn't.
Jack threatened me.
What happened to him?
He'll live.
I can't believe I shot somebody.
You should have aimed higher.
Liz was helping him.
Blackmail.
She had sex with Hyde, and he filmed it.
Seems he did that with all his assistants.
Oh, my God.
I know you think you're gonna be a really shitty dad.
But you're not.
This baby's gonna love you.
Unconditionally.
Just like you loved your mother.
You just have to forgive her.
Shares in Lincoln Industries
were suspended today on news of a hostile takeover
by Seattle entrepreneur Christian Grey.
The announcement came on the same day
founder and CEO John Lincoln was fired by his own board.
It's alleged Lincoln misused company finances
to post bail for one Jack Hyde,
currently under arrest on charges
of kidnapping and extortion.
A spokesperson for Grey Enterprises
said Lincoln Industries would be broken up and its assets...
What is happening? Are you cooking?
Yeah. I got this.
Prepare to be amazed.
Shit.
What's this?
It's more information on Hyde.
Open it.
Whoa.
Look at his foster family.
That's Hyde.
That's me.
You were in foster care with him?
I must have been.
Do you remember these people?
Do you know these kids?
I barely remember anything before I was adopted.
I was too young.
That must have been what he meant
when he said that you owe him a life.
Because your parents adopted you and not him.
What's going on?
If I'd been left in the system,
who knows how I would have turned out?
That could be me. Maybe that should have been me.
Hey. No.
You are nothing like him.
You were given a life with advantages, yes, but...
look what you made of it.
You're a man of honor.
And you treat people well.
You care.
No one could ever say that about a man like Hyde.
No matter who raised him.
I love you.
Now, if you could only cook.
- You'd be perfect. - Oh, God.
Okay.
Fuck it.
Let's get takeout.
- Christian? - Yeah.
It seems that they've found
where your birth mother is buried.
So, you want to play?
Yes, sir.
You're topping from the bottom, Mrs. Grey.
But I can live with that.
Oh, get it.
Get it, get it. Oh.
Oh, oh, here.
Okay, ready?
Gonna get you, gonna get you.
Gonna get you.
Mwah.
All right?
Huh?
There she is. Now, give her a big kiss, okay?
Come here.
Daddy.
Wow.
Come on, Teddy.
Let's go inside.
Come on, give me your little hand.