Hayden Panettiere: Claire Bennet

Chapter Nineteen '.07%'

Claire Bennet

[Nathan's uncovering his latest painting as Claire knocks on the door]
Claire Bennet: Your mom said you wanted to talk to me?
Nathan Petrelli: I did, I do. Come in. Please. This should've happened a long time ago, under better circumstances. It shouldn't take someone nearly dying for the two of us to finally meet.
Claire Bennet: You know, you don't have to this. Pretend to be nice to me.
Nathan Petrelli: I'm not pretending. Claire, most people think the worst of me and I've probably given them a good reason to, but I want to do better. I want to be there for you.
[pauses]
Nathan Petrelli: But I can't. Not now.
Claire Bennet: Of course.
Nathan Petrelli: I'm sorry, but there are things happening right now that I don't expect you to understand. I barely understand them myself. I went into politics for the chance to do something good, to have a chance to help. To be a part of something big. And in order to do that, I have to...
Claire Bennet: The election. Can't have some illegitimate daughter popping up right in front of the cameras.
Nathan Petrelli: I need to win.
Claire Bennet: You need me to leave. Paris with my grandmother.
Nathan Petrelli: She warms up. Sort of. It's just one week.
Claire Bennet: And then what?
Nathan Petrelli: And then you come home to your family. Okay?
[Claire and Nathan hug]

[Claire walks into the room while Nathan and Angela mourn Peter]
Nathan Petrelli: [voice breaking] Claire?
Claire Bennet: I know you don't want me here. I just want to see him. I came all this way.
[short pause]
Angela Petrelli: Let the girl have her moment.
[Nathan and Angela leave the room]
Claire Bennet: [to Peter's seemingly lifeless body] I didn't even get to know you... You're the only one who ever made me feel safe. I thought you were like me.
[Claire strokes Peter's head, eventually pulling the glass shard out of the back of his head; Peter coughs loudly]
Angela Petrelli: Peter?

Angela Petrelli: I regret a lot of the choices I've made in my life. You're getting the benefit of my experience.
Claire Bennet: [snappily] Whether I want it or not.
Angela Petrelli: [Angela smirks]
[to Claire]
Angela Petrelli: You get that mouth from me.

[first lines]
Mr. Linderman: [voice over narration] People think I collect art. What I really collect are lives fixed in paint. A perfect moment capturing an entire existence, made immortal.
Mohinder Suresh: What you've done isn't evolution, it's murder. What I am doing - is revenge.
Mr. Linderman: [voice over narration] A monster's fight to survive... and live to kill again. A mother willing to fracture her own soul to protect her child.
D.L. Hawkins: Don't lie to me anymore. You told me she was gone now. Which one of you is in control. Niki? Jessica?
Niki Sanders: I'm not so sure.
Mr. Linderman: [voice over narration] Youth's struggle for innocence, despite life's cruelty.
Claire Bennet: Who are you?
Angela Petrelli: I'm your grandmother.

Angela Petrelli: I cared about you a great deal. Perhaps not in the traditional sense, oatmeal cookies and school plays, but I did what I could. My husband and I made arrangements for you.
Claire Bennet: Arrangements?
Angela Petrelli: Then that fire happened and Nathan just assumed you were gone, so...
Claire Bennet: So you let him.
Angela Petrelli: It was the right thing to do. You needed to be protected.
Claire Bennet: Trust me, I don't need protecting.
Angela Petrelli: Because you can grow back your bones and spit out bullets? You have no idea, Claire. The life your abilities would bring you? You deserve better. And that's why you have to go and get you away like we planned.
[Claire is losing her patience with Angela Petrelli]
Claire Bennet: [to Angela] I haven't seen Peter or met my father yet.
Angela Petrelli: Neither of them is in a position to be anything to you right now. Be sensible.
Claire Bennet: By shipping me off to Paris?
Angela Petrelli: For now, yes. I'll be taking you there myself. You'll have a chance to grow up and develop into someone who can make her own choices, and then if you choose to come back and join this madness like I once did... at least I will have given you the option...
Claire Bennet: So you're like me?
[awkward pause]

Claire Bennet: Daddy, I'm so sorry.
Noah Bennet: Claire?
Claire Bennet: [grabs him by the shoulders] It's all my fault. I tried to do what you said, but they caught me, and now...
[hugs her father]
Claire Bennet: I'm so scared!
[stark realization dawns on Noah, and he pushes her away]
Claire Bennet: What is it?
Noah Bennet: You. You're not...
Claire Bennet: Not what?
Noah Bennet: [snarls] Not you.
[and 'Claire' transforms into Candice]