I want to know why you dropped my father's appeal. I'm sorry, Ms. Clarke, that's privileged information. Not anymore. I don't know if you heard, but my father was murdered in prison. And as far as I'm concerned, you're just as guilty as the man who stabbed him to death. What is that? Every bit of evidence you could've used to prove his innocence. They got to you, didn't they? Victoria. If you're looking for Daniel, I thought he was with you. No. Actually, I was looking for you. I was hoping you could help me find a photo that the photographer took of me and Daniel on the bow of the yacht at your memorial day party. It's our first picture that we took together, and I'm making a summer scrapbook for his birthday. Aren't you inventive? Well, what do you get the guy who has everything, right? And Danial really wanted to keep it simple, so... Well, it doesn't get much simpler than a clambake. I'll have Ashley dig up the event photographer's number. That's assuming that she's not too busy helping out with Daniel's party. Actually, she's recruited some of her own help for that. Jack Porter and Amanda Clarke. Oh? Amanda is the little girl who lived in my cottage back in the early '90s. Danial tells me that her father worked for Conrad's company before the-- Yes, it was a horrible time. Do you remember Amanda at all? Vaguely. Poor dear. Well, if isn't too awkward, I was thinking of inviting them to stay after the party set up. Jack's become a very good friend, and, well, Amanda looks like she could use one, so... Well, it sounds as if your mind is already made up. I'm certainly not going to get in your way. Do you mind if I grab Daniel's squash racket from the pool house for him? Of course. I'm sure you know the way by now. Thanks.