Esther: Ok. Ok, come on. Whoa -- here we go. Just a few more steps. Come on. Whoa. Here. Right over here. Uh-huh. Lie back. There you go. There you go. Oh, God. Oh, look at your poor angel face. Who did this to you? Hmm?
Esther: Well, you may not know who you are, but I know that you're the best thing that ever happened to me, Stuart Chandler. Worst day of my life was when you walked out of it. But I knew that someday you'd be back.

Tad: Derek -- I'm sorry, ok? I don't want to sound like a broken record, but is there anything on Stuart yet?
Derek: I'm sorry, Tad. There's really nothing new to report.
Dixie: Well, Derek, shouldn't, maybe, you be out there looking as well?
Derek: Well, Stuart won't be missing for a few hours yet, Dixie.
Tad: Yeah, but, I mean, the police are going to do nothing while the trail's out there growing cold? Doesn't that strike you as --
Derek: Tad, I made some calls, I ran street patrol.
Dixie: Isn't there anything more that you can do?
Derek: Well, Dixie, why don't you come on down to the station in a little while and file a missing person's report, and we can kick this search into fifth gear.
Tad: Ok, that's a great idea. But what are we going to do until then?
Derek: Support teens' fight against drug addiction. I'll see you inside.

Tad: I don't like this. I don't like this one bit. No matter how hurt Stuart was by what happened with his brother, he wouldn't just disappear.
Dixie: Look -- I know Scott contacted the forestry service and -- because Stuart liked to sketch in the woods in Willow Lake.
Tad: Yeah. Scott said Becca's helping him, so that's --That's a good idea.
Dixie: Something.
Tad: I'm just praying they find him.
Dixie: Come on. Why don't we just go inside, ok?
Tad: Yeah. Ok.

Leo: Step daddy. Holding up the bar all by your lonesome?
Palmer: Hey, Leo. [Palmer pats chair]

Leo: Comp me a drink?
Palmer: It's an open bar if you've got a ticket for the fundraiser.
Leo: Alas, I have nothing to offer a worthy cause -- or an unworthy one, for that matter. Which brings us to my severance package from Cortlandt Electronics.
Palmer: You quit. Since there's no proof that you actually worked there, severance denied.
Leo: In that case, how about you spot me a few bucks? 30 Grand ought to cover it.
Palmer: 30,000. You really are out of your mind.
Leo: Ok. How about a handout to a needy mental case?
Palmer: So much for Vanessa brushing you up on the American work ethic.
Leo: My mother is hardly in a position to be teaching anybody about ethics, work or otherwise.
Palmer: Meaning?
Leo: Meaning my mother's hardly the woman or the wife you think she is.

David: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Don't I know you? The deathly pallor, the beady eyes, obsequious grin -- ah, yes, Donald Steele. Autobiographer ordinaire. So tell me, Donny boy, who are you here to disembowel?
Donald: Hello, Hayward. I'm on roving assignment for "The Exposer."
David: Great. More bird cage liner.
Donald: Come on. Tabloids are paying big bucks for juice. And I got a red-hot tip -- tonight someone's going to get squeezed.

Greenlee: Oh. My grandparents are already here.
Ryan: Yes, they are. So, should I duck?
Greenlee: No, we'll just make a wide berth.
Ryan: Ah.
Greenlee: Check it out, Ryan. Old money and new money.
Ryan: Yes, Greenlee, you were right again. There's a lot of money in this room.
Greenlee: Well, IncredibleDreams.com Is the internet's next big thing, and all of these people are going to want to be a part of it.
Ryan: Yeah. So first we connect, and then we collect. Let's do it.

Hayley: Hey, great. Looks like we're a big sellout. I'm glad that I didn't make Mateo meet me here because I'm going to be really busy, you know?

[Erica slurs her words while talking]

Erica: Yeah. Well, teens against addiction is a worthwhile cause. I give it them my full-pledged report.
Hayley: Erica? Are you ok?
Erica: It's a little warm in here.
Hayley: Erica? Erica? Are you sure you're ok?
Erica: Yeah, I just -- nothing, I just -- it's low blood sugar. I forgot to have lunch.
Hayley: Oh, ok. Well, I'll get right on it. I'll have somebody bring you a piece of bread or a banana or something.
Erica: No, no, really. No, please don't do that. I'll be fine. I'll be fine.

Liza: Hi. Excuse me. Tad, I need your help.
Dixie: Ah -- so, what else is new?
Liza: I just came from Oak Haven. I tried to get Adam out. The doctors won't release him.
Dixie: What did you expect? You just convinced the world he's crazy.
Tad: Sweetheart -- I know I've got my reasons, but why do you want him out? We just got him in there.
Liza: Adam has this premonition now that Stuart is missing, that Stuart is dead.

Millicent: Ladies -- ladies and gentlemen, we're about to begin. Please join me in welcoming our hosts for this evening -- a woman who needs no introduction, the CEO. And director of Enchantment Cosmetics, Erica Kane, and the host of WRCW's style show "Wave," Hayley Vaughan.

Hayley: Erica?

[Erica stumbles and falls]

[Guests react]

Hayley: Erica?
Opal: My goodness.

Esther: There. All those years watching doctor shows finally paid off.
Esther: It's that Marian. She looks kind of brassy. She's not your type, Stuart. She's not your type at all.

Stuart: Would you like a candy bar? I -- I -- chocolate always makes me feel better, and I always keep one just in case. Just -- go ahead. Take it.
Esther: Thank you. Stuart --

Esther: It's my turn to take care of you now.

Opal: Take your time now. Get out of here, would you?
David: Would you stop that, please.
Opal: Just easy, gently.

Millicent: Who are you, and what do you think you're doing?
Donald: I'm Donald Steele of "The Exposer."
Millicent: Riffraff. You're not even on the invited list of press.
Donald: Hey, a last-minute call and my exclusive.

David: Listen, I'll bring you a cold compress, ok?

Vanessa: Donald. Well, welcome back. Isn't this too, too tragic? I mean, if I didn't know better, I'd swear Erica was falling off the wagon flat on her face.
Donald: Yeah, and I got it all on film. You weren't behind this, too, were you?
Vanessa: You crass man. No, of course not. But I can still enjoy it, can't I?

Hayley: Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, if you could just give us a moment, please. Thank you.
Opal: Come on. Here. We're just going to get you settled down right here.
Hayley: Erica --
Opal: Just sit down.
Hayley: Are you ok?
Opal: Here. Sit down, honey.
Erica: My head -- my head is spinning.
Hayley: I hate to ask you this. Did you have a slip?
Erica: You mean a drink? No, of course not. I just had a -- a sparkling cider. That's all.
Opal: Is there anything I can get you? Something to make you feel better?
Erica: Coffee.
Opal: Coffee.
Erica: Coffee.
Opal: All right, coffee.
Erica: Clear my head.
Opal: One coffee, coming up.
Hayley: All right, listen, you stay put. I'm going to go do damage control, ok?

Hayley: Ahem. Ladies and gentlemen, Erica asked me to send her apologies. She's going to be fine. It's just that with all the planning for this big party and everything, she forgot to eat lunch and her blood sugar took a nosedive. But we're going to get her a snack and get her up on her feet. She'll be good as new in no time. So let's get back to the reason we're here. Welcome to the second annual teens against addiction. This is an event this evening that we're going to have a dinner, dance, and sent auction, and it's to help educate and encourage our children against recreational drug use. So I'm asking you please to open your hearts and your wallets --

[Guests laugh]

Hayley: And please give so you can help save our children's lives.

[Applause]

Erica: What have you done to me? I won't let you get away with this.
Paolo: I already have.
Erica: No! Nobody makes a fool of Erica Kane!
Paolo: Love makes a fool of all of us.

Vanessa: David -- David, don't make a scene.
David: Would you let go of me, please?
Vanessa: Erica is trouble, darling. Don't let her make a bigger fool of you than she already has.
David: What the hell are you talking about?
Vanessa: Well, is it obvious to everyone but you? She's merely having a lovers' quarrel with her Italian stallion, David. I guess you simply weren't enough for her.

Dixie: Honey, do you remember that fundraiser that we went to a few years ago?
Tad: Speaking of recreational drugs -- I was thinking the same thing. It's like deja vu, isn't it?
Dixie: Do you think she had a relapse?

Opal: Here, now, just take it easy. Take it easy because it's piping, all right? Oh, honey. Honey, I told you not to get in too deep with that cheap Marcello Mastroianni wannabe.
Erica: You were right, Opal. You were so right. I think that he drugged my sparkling cider.
Opal: No. Oh, no. Honey, we -- I'm going to call Joe, have you checked out. I think -- no?
Erica: No, don't do that. No. I'm fine, Opal. Coffee's fine. I'm going to be fine.
Opal: Well, I don't know. I don't feel that confident. You don't --
Erica: Going to be ok.

Greenlee: Ryan, Ryan, Ryan -- see that guy over there? Peter Parmenter. Owns the largest luxury import car dealership in Pine Valley.
Ryan: Yeah, I know Pete. I sold him airtime at WRCW.
Greenlee: Forget WRCW. Get over there and sell yourself. Pitch a tie-in with his showroom and your internet company.
Ryan: Wish me good luck.
Greenlee: You don't need it.
Ryan: Well, I need some backup.
Greenlee: I'm right behind you.

Millicent: Greenlee Smythe. It's the height of bad form to snub your grandparents.
Greenlee: Evening, Grand-mere. Nice intro. Grand-pere.
Millicent: It was a disaster. I hope Erica's all right.
Woodruff: Oh, she'll be fine once she sleeps it off. Um -- what's your young man, the future web site wizard, doing?
Greenlee: Ryan's making internet connections as we speak.
Millicent: Well, I hope you snag him soon before you cost your grandfather any more money. Honestly, Greenlee, this campaign of yours to increase Ryan's fortunes is running up quite a tab.
Greenlee: It'll be worth every penny, grandmother.
Woodruff: Perhaps I should have a word with young Lavery, let him know how grateful he should be to you.

Tad: We just have to be sure what we're doing and why we're doing it. You know, for whatever reason, if we let him out, Adam's free to ruin more lives.

Opal: You're doing just great, ok? There. Just take our time. It's all right. Erica, honey, where are you going?
Erica: Oh, I've got a score to settle.

Ryan: Let's just say a guy with a regular desk job wants to cut loose a little bit. Logs on to IncredibleDreams.com Looking for a set of wheels, something really unique, something like a formula one racer or an old 1967 classic with a big block engine, right? You got them. We'll set them up with your dealership, split the commission, and he drives away with the car of his dreams.
Peter: It'd save me a bunch on advertising.
Ryan: Yes, it would because we'd do it all. And all he would have to do is point, click.
Peter: Let's have a drink, talk some numbers.

Greenlee: Grandfather --
Woodruff: Where's Ryan? I want to sing my granddaughter's praises.
Greenlee: Grand-pere, please. You promised. Ryan can never know I financed his company with your money.
Woodruff: This is the damnedest romance I ever saw.
Greenlee: It's what I've waited for my whole life.
Woodruff: Don't worry, sweetheart. Your secret's safe with me. Oops. Tide's out. Better fix that.

Leo: Greenlee. Save me.
Greenlee: What do you want, Leo?
Leo: I am throwing myself at your mercy. I know that money's tight and I know that you blew your money on a yacht and extracurricular activities, but if I don't come up with $30,000 by the end of the day, you may as well call me the late, Unlamenteleo Du Pres.
Greenlee: Earlier you accused me of trying to buy time in the sack with Ryan by funding his new company, and now you're hitting me up for cash again. Ok. Here.
Leo: $5?
Greenlee: Bus fare to get the hell out of town.
Leo: Greenlee, you can do better than this.
Greenlee: Come back to me when you've got your life together. Stop telling me stuff I don't want to hear.
Leo: Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.

David: Steve, I need to find out about one of the hotel guests.
Steve: I'm sorry, Dr. Hayward. It's policy to protect our guests' privacy.
David: All right, look, why don't we dispense with hotel policy for five short minutes, ok? Paolo Decaro -- what can you tell me about him?
Steve: This isn't his first visit with us. Last time he registered as Paolo Caselli.
David: What else?
Steve: He's extremely popular with the ladies, if you catch my drift. He's got women coming and going all hours of the day and night.

Palmer: Something troubling you?
Vanessa: Of course not, darling. Why do you ask?
Palmer: Well, you don't seem to be yourself tonight. My social butterfly seems to have retreated to her cocoon.
Vanessa: Well, really, Palmer, can you blame me? I mean, Erica's embarrassing slip has put a pall on the whole evening. I mean, there she is, you know, falling off, just going right back into the bottle, prescription drug abuse --
Palmer: Hold it. Erica -- there's nothing there. She stumbled. That's all there is to it.
Vanessa: Fine, fine. I think you're being a bit naive, palmer, given her history of drug abuse.
Palmer: She's been clean, she's been sober since she left Betty Ford, all right? Absolutely nothing wrong with her. So no more vicious rumors, all right? Shush.

Tad: Derek still hasn't got anything on Stuart, but we're waiting to hear from Becca and Scott.
Dixie: Well, I wish we could just break out of here and start our own search.
Liza: So do I, but the station is behind this event and so we're committed to being here.
Barry: Liza. I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need your signature on some documents for Chandler Enterprises.
Liza: Can it wait?
Barry: That would mean a huge loss of revenue.
Dixie: Ask yourself what Adam would do.
Liza: Ok, well, why don't we find a quiet corner.

Tad: You are ruthless. I love you very much.
Dixie: That's what a girl likes to hear. What inspired it?
Tad: Well, Adam's not the only bad guy in town anymore. I hurt Junior and Stuart, and you're still talking to me.
Dixie: And sleeping with you. And you want to know why?
Tad: Because I look good in this outfit?
Dixie: That and Stuart is going to be ok.
Tad: Do me a favor. Just keep telling me that.

Greenlee: Ryan, you did it.
Ryan: I know.
Greenlee: You sold Parmenter. And this is just the beginning. This whole room is full of entrepreneurs just waiting to be schmoozed.

Paolo: Rick -- Rick, listen -- ok, I owe you. We both know that, right? But listen, I got something that's going to pay off big. Really big. I just need -- I just need to tease it along a little bit, ok? So if I just get a couple more days, all right? You're going to get your money in full with interest, all right? I just need, like, 24 more hours, ok? Can I -- Rick --

[Dial tone]

Erica: How dare you. How dare you put a drug in my drink and try to steal the tape!
Paolo: A man's got to do what a man's got to do.
Erica: You're not a man. You're a leech with no soul. What did you put in my drink?
Paolo: Oh, that was just a little -- a little dash of inhibition.
Erica: You give that to me, Paolo.
Paolo: Uh-uh-uh.
Erica: Give it to me. And the tape!
Paolo: Who the hell are you to come barging in here and tell me what to do and start giving me orders?
Erica: You made a fool out of me in front of half of Pine Valley!
Paolo: Because you held that tape around my head like a freakin' chokehold. Then you backed out of our deal. What do you want me to do, stand around with my thumb up my nose while you jerk me around?
Erica: Lt. Derek Frye from the Pine Valley police department is downstairs. I'm going to call him up here so he can settle this argument right now.
Paolo: You know what? Go ahead and do it because I'm going to have that thing flushed down the toilet before he even hits the elevator.
Erica: Well, let's have him come up, anyway. Because a man's that got as much mileage on him as u have, I bet you have a criminal record somewhere.
Paolo: Don't --

[Erica gasps]

Paolo: Guess who else is also downstairs, hmm? Donald Steele from "The Exposer." Huh? How about I give Steele an exclusive? Unless you come up with the cash -- you fork over the cash that you owe me -- and I give Steele an exclusive that'll rock your little world.
Erica: Oh, you think twice before you threaten me.
Paolo: Oh, Erica, it's not a threat. It's not a threat. You come up with the cash, or the whole world is going to hear that Erica Kane paid for love while she took a little swan dive back in the bottle, hmm?
Erica: I did no such thing, and you know it. Who do you think you are to play with people's lives like this? My daughter is recovering from anorexia. What do you think it's going to do to her to see those vicious headlines?
Paolo: You know what? I don't give a rat's ass about your kid -- unless she happens to be a good looker like you, in which case I introduce her to [Italian accent] romance Italian style, huh?
Erica: Disgusting! Don't you go near my daughter! I swear to God, don't you ever --
Paolo: [Normal voice] What're you going to do? What're you going to do?
Erica: Go near my daughter!
Paolo: You going to stamp your little size threes, huh? Throw a little hissy fit, huh?
Erica: I will kill you. I will kill you with my bare hands.

[Opal listens at Paolo's door]

Opal: Damn you, David Hayward. You got Erica into this mess, and now you're going to get her out of it.

Erica: I am leaving.
Paolo: Oh, yeah? Before what? Before you do something you're going to regret, huh?
Erica: No, before I do something that you will regret.

Vanessa: Huh.
Vanessa: Paolo, I just saw Erica Kane leave this room looking quite flushed.
Paolo: Yes, well, I have that effect on women.
Vanessa: All right, darling --
Paolo: Unless possibly it was the lies that you've been filling her head with, hmm?
Vanessa: Paolo, just tell me that you don't love her, huh? That I'm the only woman you've ever really loved.
Paolo: Me love you? Don't make me laugh.
Vanessa: You do love me.
Paolo: I made love to you, yes. With my eyes closed because, frankly, it was the only way I could stomach it.
Vanessa: Paolo, you're lying.
Paolo: Vanessa, actually, for once, darling, I'm telling the truth.

[Vanessa gasps]

Paolo: Frankly -- my God, Vanessa, I'm a young man, ok? My whole life ahead of me, a whole world of women. Why would I waste one minute of it loving you unless there was something in it for me?
Vanessa: Hateful, hateful bastard. You bastard.
Paolo: Probably, yeah.
Vanessa: And I hate you. Oh, do I hate you! I hate you. I hate you.
Paolo: You're going to hate me even more when I go to your hubby and describe our sexcapades.
Vanessa: You would not dare.
Paolo: Wouldn't I? Unless, of course, you'd like to bankroll my way out of this little hick town, set me up someplace all nice and cozy, hmm? Or I go to the old man and I tear up your meal ticket.

Palmer: Leo, have you seen your mother?
Leo: No, Palmer, Vanessa hasn't graced me with her presence this evening. No, wait, that's -- that's not entirely true. I did see her. But she didn't see me.
Palmer: When was this?
Leo: Oh, before. Palmer, tell me, are you one of those people who remembers where they were the day that President Kennedy got shot? See, I wasn't born yet, but I got a pretty idea what it felt like. You know, when your world stops so suddenly that you just have to scramble to hold on.
Palmer: You're not making sense.
Leo: Oh, not much does these days make sense. Take fashion, for example. It changes every season. Fashion's fickle. But people -- mothers especially -- shouldn't be like that. Vanessa's funny like that. She changes day to day, season to season, husband to lover. She's like a chameleon.
Palmer: Leo, remember we had a conversation the other day. I asked you if you would tell me if Vanessa were doing something inappropriate.
Leo: Hmm, "inappropriate." Interesting choice of words.
Palmer: Never answered my question.
Leo: Pay attention, old man. I just did.

David: Leo, have you seen Erica?
Leo: Oh, was it my turn to watch her?
David: Have you seen her?
Leo: Don't ask me. I'm the invisible man. I didn't see nobody doing nothing.
David: You're drunk.
Leo: You care?
David: Yes, I do.
Leo: You know, David, I almost believe you. But, you know, it's a little too late to be taking a stab at brotherly love. Our family is history.
David: What's going on, Leo? You look like you lost your best friend.
Leo: How could you lose something you never had? Riddle me that, doctor.

Dixie: Gillian, hi. I'm so glad you made it.
Gillian: I'm sorry I'm late.
Tad: Where's Mom and Dad?
Gillian: There was an accident on Route 5.
Tad: What?
Gillian: It wasn't Stuart. But Joe and Ruth had to go to the hospital to help with the incoming injured.
Dixie: Oh.
Tad: Ok.

Dixie: Scott. Honey, how's the search going?
Scott: Well, I just touched base with a ranger up at Willow Lake, and he's not up there.
Becca: Yeah, I think we're going to go down to the beach, scout around.
Tad: Call with anything.
Scott: Yeah, will do.
Becca: Definitely.
Dixie: You guys are the best. Thank you.
Tad: Hey, Scott -- you holding up ok?
Scott: Yeah. Yeah, I guess. We got to go.
Becca: Yeah, we're going to call.
Gillian: Good luck.

Scott: Becca? I just want to thank you for helping me do this.
Becca: Oh, of course. Of course. We're going to find your dad, Scott, ok? Just have faith, ok?

Tad: Well, this is certainly shaping up to be the worst night of my life. It's probably not so great for Stuart, either.

Esther: It's ok, Stuart. I've got a box here with our whole past in it. It'll bring back sweet memories. Just open your eyes, and I'll tell you everything -- who you are -- because nobody knows the real Stuart Chandler like I do.

Gillian: Thank you.

Greenlee: Ryan? Ryan? See the woman up there in the green dress? She owns a gourmet deli -- moveable feast on third street. Go chat her out, see if you can't drum up some business.

[Ryan sighs]

Woodruff: Well, my dear, how goes your campaign to win young Lavery?
Greenlee: It was going gangbusters until she arrived.
Woodruff: She who?
Greenlee: That pale waif sitting with Tad and Dixie Martin.
Woodruff: Oh. Well, what's so special about her?
Greenlee: Beats me. All I know is Ryan never looks at me the way that he looks at Gillian.
Woodruff: Plenty of fish in the ocean, my dear. Plenty of fish in the sea.
Greenlee: Not like Ryan.
Woodruff: Buck up, honey. Every problem has a solution, and we are a family of problem-solvers.

Millicent: Woodruff?
Woodruff: Huh?
Millicent: I've made our donation to Erica's charity.
Greenlee: Where is Erica?
Millicent: She's probably sleeping it off. Dear, would you be good enough to get my wrap and bring the car around? I'm ready to leave.
Woodruff: Yes, dear. Yes, dear. Plenty of fish.
Greenlee: Night, Grand-pere.

Millicent: You know, Greenlee, when you were 5 years old, I found it very charming when you wrapped your grandfather around your finger. I don't find it so charming now. I remind you, don't take advantage.
Greenlee: I wouldn't hurt that sweet man for the world.
Millicent: Well, in any case, I'll be watching. Good night.

Opal: Hey, honey, excuse me. Listen, have you seen Doc Hayward anyplace?
Hayley: I believe he's out by the bar.
Opal: Oh, lord --
Hayley: Is everything ok? How's Erica? How's she feeling?
Opal: She's better, I guess.
Hayley: Yeah?
Opal: Yes and no.
Hayley: Listen -- will you do me a favor, please? Can you keep your eye on her? I want to get out of here. I've been here all night.
Opal: Of course, honey.
Hayley: Mateo's been waiting for me.
Opal: Don't worry about it. You raised a ton of dough for the great cause already tonight.
Hayley: I'm just worried about Erica.
Opal: Well, don't be. I'll look after her.

David: Is there anything else that you can tell me about Decaro? His drinking habits? Women that he's brought to the bar?
Opal: Excuse me a minute. David Hayward, you know, you are one sorry excuse for a human being.
David: Opal, please. I'm concerned about Erica.
Opal: Oh, are you really? Well, if you were, then you would be up there right now.
David: Up where?
Opal: In Paolo Decaro's room. Him and Erica are going at it.
David: Going at it?
Opal: Yeah, they're scratching and clawing like two cats in a sack. I'm telling you, if you had trusted her in the first place, stood by her --
David: What room is he in?
Opal: He's in 920. Hope it's not too little too late.

Vanessa: All right, Paolo. Just give me a little time. I will go to Palmer. I'll get you the money. He never needs to know about us. Just save me some humiliation here, please.
Paolo: No deal unless I go with you.
Vanessa: What? You don't trust me?
Paolo: Would you in my place?
Vanessa: All right. All right, here. You take this. 24-Karat gold. I guarantee you it is not a fake, ok? Just consider it a down payment, all right? Here. Here.
Paolo: Ok. Fine. I'll tell you what -- you got a half an hour to go to hubby and come up with the cash. Otherwise I go contact him myself.
Vanessa: Fine. But, Paolo, please -- please, can we not end it this way? All right? I mean, even if what you said was true, that you never -- I never really ever meant anything to you -- well, you've meant everything to me, Paolo. Please, can we just have a little last toast, remind ourselves of all the happy times we have had? I mean, come on. For old time's sake, huh? Please.

[Vanessa puts the rest of the drug Paolo used in Erica's drink into Paolo's glass]

Paolo: Ok. Ok. What's it going to hurt?
Vanessa: Thank you.
Paolo: Half an hour, starting now.
Vanessa: Yes, thank you.

Vanessa: Whoo. Sleep well, lover. You're going to have a rude awakening.

[Knock on door]

Esther: Oh -
Scott: Hi, Esther.
Becca: Hello.
Esther: Hi, Scott.
Scott: Esther, we're looking for my father.

Vanessa: Lt. Frye, I have just been robbed. Come with me.
Derek: Tell me what happened, Mrs. Cortlandt.
Vanessa: Well, I was on my way upstairs to my suite to freshen up a bit, and that smarmy character Paolo accosted me right in the hallway. He stole my topaz-diamond 24-karat gold necklace. It happened to be a special gift from Palmer. Where is Palmer?
Derek: I have no idea.
Vanessa: Good, good. Thank heavens. I don't want to alarm him just yet.
Derek: Was this Paolo a registered guest here?
Vanessa: Yeah well, I've seen him on my floor several times.
Derek: All right, let's go check it out. Did he have a last name?

Palmer: Vanessa --
Vanessa: Palmer, thank goodness.
Palmer: I've been looking all over for you.
Vanessa: All right, darling. Listen, that Paolo character --
Palmer: Mm-hmm?
Vanessa: He is a thief, darling. He stole that beautiful necklace you gave me. We were just on our way up to confront him.
Palmer: Oh, well, I'm going with you.
Vanessa: No, your heart. Please, dear.
Palmer: No, no, I'm going. That's that. Now, come on.
Donald: Ok, all right. Fine, fine, fine.

Opal: Yeah, please.
Donald: Ok.
Opal: Honey -- honey, are you ok? What happened upstairs?

Derek: Door's open. Police. Want to ask you a few questions.
Vanessa: Leo -- oh, my God. Leo?
Leo: He's dead.



ON THE NEXT - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

[Stuart moans]
Becca: What's that?

Ryan: Come on, Gillian, let's just leave.

Vanessa: Can you answer the lieutenant's questions, darling, or are you still drunk? Oh!