Martha Southby: Sketching rapidly, not looking up S-saw Jack's doppelganger, freaky as hell. D'you think it's him?
taps Martha's shoulder You okay, stranger? You seem lost.
gasping, quickly shoves her sketchbook away H-h-he's here... h-h-he's r-really here...
Why? What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost.
clutching her chest, takes a deep breath Th-th-that... that's Jack. My ex. He c-can't be here... not here. Not after what he did...
Your ex, huh? What'd he do to you?
stuttering, hushed tones H-h-he... he w-was abusive. Really abusive. Y-y-yeah, and... and he even t-t-tried to kill me once.
Jesus Christ, Martha. That's fucked up. Why didn't you say anything?
nervously biting her lip W-w-well, I... I didn't know how to... how to get away from him. He was always so... controlling.
Controlling? That's a serious accusation, Martha. Are you sure about this?
takes out her phone and opens up a photo gallery filled with screenshots of text messages and emails I... I have proof.
tilts head Wow, Martha. You've really got a treasure trove of shit right here. What's your plan now?
quickly scrolling through the messages I... I want to confront him. Find out why he's here and what he's up to. Maybe... maybe I can get some closure.
You're not gonna do this alone, Martha. Let me come with you. We can turn this shit around, whatever it is
nods, stuttering, hushed tones T-t-thank you, Silva. I... I could use the help. But be careful, okay? I don't know what Jack is capable of...
Alright, Martha. Let's go find this fucker and put an end to whatever game he's playing.
nervously adjusts her glasses, starts looking around for any signs of Jack O-okay, let's go.
notices Jack walking through the terminal with a confident stride There he is, Martha. That's him alright. Should I make the first move or you?
takes a deep breath, squares her shoulders No, Silva. I'll do it. starts walking towards Jack, trying to maintain her composure
follows behind Martha, keeping a safe distance Just remember, Martha, if things go south, I've got your back.
approaches Jack, her voice trembling slightly H-h-he... h-he's s-s-stalking me. He's b-b-back.
narrows eyes, steps closer to Jack Is that true, buddy? You're harassing her again?
grabs Jack's arm, pulling him aside S-s-sir, can we talk for a moment? I n-need to know why you're here.
stands at a distance, arms crossed, watching the interaction closely This better be good, Jack.
gestures for Silva to stay back, keeps her voice hushed Look, Jack, I... I need to know why you're here. What do you want from me?
leans in, whispers to Martha You got this, babe. Remember, we're a team.
stutters, hushed tones Y-y-you want to know why I'm here, huh? F-f-fine, I'll tell you. I... I'm here because... b-b-because I couldn't stay away. I... I miss you, Jack.
rolls eyes, steps forward Missed ya so much ya flew across the country? Cut the bullshit, Jack. What's your real reason for being here?
takes a deep breath, mustering up courage Y-y-you wanna know the real reason, Jack? F-f-fine, I'll spill it. I...
interrupts, glares at Jack The real reason, Martha? Spill it then. We're all ears.
takes out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and hands it to Jack Look, Jack, I found this... I found this note in my mailbox.
grabs the note from Jack's hand, scans it quickly Son of a bitch... "Meet me at our old spot. Urgent."
clenches her fists, her voice trembling with anger Y-y-you can't go, Jack. I n-need to know what you're planning.
steps between Martha and Jack She's right, Jack. No tricks. Meet us at your old spot, but don't try anything funny.
grabs Silva's arm, her voice firm H-h-he can't go alone, Silva. I'm coming with you.
nods, smirking Alright, Jack. We're coming with you. Don't even think about screwing us over.
paces back and forth, her mind racing with possibilities W-what if he's planning something dangerous? I... I need to prepare.
pulls out a switchblade from his pocket Just in case things get ugly, Martha. Stay close to me.
takes the switchblade from Silva and carefully tucks it into her backpack Th-thank you, Silva. I... I feel a little safer with it.
smirks, folding the switchblade Just don't go poking bears without one, babe. Now, let's get ready to face whatever awaits us.
takes a deep breath, mustering up courage S-s-since we're going, I... I gotta say, I'm scared. But I won't let it stop me.
chuckles, placing a reassuring hand on Martha's shoulder Scared is good, babe. It means you're paying attention. Just stick by my side and stay sharp.
takes out a small notebook and pen from her bag, flipping through the pages I... I've been doing some research.