- Charlotte Clarke: [voice quivering] Mom?
- Victoria Grayson: Charlotte? What's wrong?
- Charlotte Clarke: Some freak just sent me this.
- [hands over letter]
- Victoria Grayson: [sits down, reads] "You're so much like your namesake, it's almost haunting. And I know I said this before, but the day you became a Clarke was one of my proudest moments."
- Charlotte Clarke: There's no signature. And what does that mean, "I said this before"?
- Victoria Grayson: I haven't the foggiest. Someone who's trying to scare you?
- Charlotte Clarke: I don't know, Mom. Amanda once showed me some journals David wrote. And the handwriting is similar. Is there any chance that David is still alive?
- Victoria Grayson: Charlotte.
- [gets up]
- Victoria Grayson: History has proved that there are always people out there who enjoy haunting this family with the specter of David Clarke.
- Charlotte Clarke: [anguished] But that letter seemed so sincere...
- [shakes her head]
- Victoria Grayson: Now don't let your imagination run wild. Especially when there are far lovelier things to think about.
- [smiles, takes her daughter's hand]
- Charlotte Clarke: [sees ring] You're engaged!
- Victoria Grayson: Mm-hmm.
- Charlotte Clarke: That was fast!
- [both laugh]
- Victoria Grayson: I hope one day your heart knows such certainty.
- [hugs Charlotte]
- Victoria Grayson: Oh, sweetie.
- Charlotte Clarke: Congratulations.
- Victoria Grayson: So you see why we shouldn't let anything rattle us?
- Charlotte Clarke: Give me that. I'll get rid of it.
- [paper rustles]
- Victoria Grayson: No.
- [takes it]
- Victoria Grayson: I don't want you to spend another second with such an evil prank.
- [leaves with letter]
- Jack Porter: What brings you by?
- Charlotte Clarke: [comes forward, opens handbag] You're gonna think I'm crazy.
- [hands over letter]
- Jack Porter: [opens, reads, frowns] Who wrote this?
- Charlotte Clarke: I have a guess.
- Jack Porter: [shakes his head] It can't be David.
- Charlotte Clarke: Well, Amanda had some journals with his handwriting, so it can't hurt to check, right?
- Jack Porter: Charlotte... your father is dead. This is obviously just some jerk messing with your head.
- Charlotte Clarke: Yeah, my mother said the same thing. And then I found these in her vanity. Two more letters. Why would she hide them and then lie to my face about it?
- Jack Porter: Who knows why she does anything?
- Charlotte Clarke: Please, can I just see the journals?
- Jack Porter: I don't know what Amanda showed you, but I don't have anything.
- [shakes his head]
- Charlotte Clarke: Then I guess I'll have to confront my Mom about it, because... I just have this feeling.
- [turns, leaves]
- Jack Porter: [sighs] Hang on.
- [she turns back]
- Jack Porter: I think I can help you.
- Victoria Grayson: [to her visitor] You here for your sour grapes?
- Conrad Grayson: No, I heard the news. You know, I thought that your imminent departure would bring me solace, but oddly, there's another sensation kicking around inside of me.
- Victoria Grayson: A burst appendix, I hope.
- Jack Porter: [inside mysterious cabin] Don't jump to any conclusions.
- Charlotte Clarke: I'm trying not to, but it's hard.
- Jack Porter: Charlotte... David Clarke died in front of a hundred inmates, and even if they were all wrong, why would he wait until now to reach out to his daughter?
- Charlotte Clarke: Maybe he was afraid.
- [picks up page]
- Charlotte Clarke: This is the same stationery used in those letters.
- Jack Porter: Yeah,
- [shakes his head]
- Jack Porter: but the rest is research. David knew all this information. He wouldn't need to do any of this.
- Charlotte Clarke: So this really is just some sicko trying to mess with me.
- Jack Porter: I'm sorry.
- Charlotte Clarke: Let's go before he comes home.
- [turns and heads for the door, but Jack has another objective]