Opal's voice: Well, I met Mr. Purdy in a computer dating service. He led me to believe he owned that bank he worked in.
Becca: Oh, shoot. I'm so sorry.
Scott: You're late. Is everything ok?
Becca: I know. I slept through my alarm. Luckily, Dixie remembered I was supposed to be here this morning. Gosh, I didn't even have time to eat breakfast. You want anything? Cheese stick, apples? I've got some marshmallow in here.
Scott: No, thanks. I've got coffee.
Becca: You shouldn't drink that stuff. It stains your teeth.
Scott: What's with the marshmallow?
Becca: To dip the cheese sticks in.
Scott: Ah. That's your idea of a breakfast.
Becca: Oh, I see. Thought I was the granola bar type, huh?
Scott: Yeah. Hey, so what kept you up so late?
Becca: Erica Kane. I was reading all of her bios.
Scott: Still a little star-struck, are we?
Becca: I was just doing research for when we interview her.
Scott: Becca, we still haven't approached her. And I'm still not convinced it's such a good idea.
Becca: Well, why not? I mean, she's Erica Kane. Who's had more breakups than she has?
Scott: Exactly. I mean, this video's supposed to be about ordinary people, everyday people, not the Erica Kane show.
Becca: We won't let it be. Hey, did you know that she has been married more times than Liz Taylor? I wonder if she always wears white.
Scott: You should ask her that.
Becca: Hey, here's a picture of Count Andrassy. I wonder if she was in love with all the men that she married. Or do you think she just married them for money?
Scott: Do me a favor -- do not ask her that one, at least not on my watch, ok?
Becca: Seriously, though, how can you be in love with that many men in one lifetime?
Scott: Couldn't tell you. But what I want know is, is she and Hayward getting it on?
Becca: Scott Chandler, you are terrible.

David: Excuse me.
Nurse: May I help you?
David: Yes, I'm Dr. David Hayward. I'm here from Pine Valley Hospital.
Nurse: Yes?
David: Didn't Dr. Kamaguchi mention that I would be stopping by for a consult? On Mr. Pembroke's case?
Nurse: No. I mean, he may have told the night nurse, but I just came on duty.
David: I see. Where are Mr. Pembroke's test results?
Nurse: Well, he was admitted earlier this morning in C.C.U., So you might check with them.
David: No. Why don't you check.
Nurse: Yes, doctor.
Nurse: Hi. This is Jen in ER
Jen: Last name's Pembroke. Do you have his latest test results?

{David remembers about his last conversation with Vanessa about Erica]

David: If you hurt Erica again, you so much as look at her cross-eyed and I will show this videotape to Palmer Cortlandt. He won't only tear up your meal ticket, he'll take the fork right out of your hand and stab you with it. Now, that is a sight that I would pay to see.

Jen: They're still checking, Dr. Hayward.

[Telephone rings]

Clerk: Valley Inn. How may I direct your call?
David: Would you ring Vanessa Bennett's room, please?
Clerk: Hold on, please. I'm sorry, sir. Mrs. Bennett's checked out.
David: Thank you.

[Doorbell rings]

Opal: Oh, yeah, I'm coming.
Myrtle: Hi, darling!
Opal: Oh, Myrt, hi. I saw your name in the book today. What are you getting, a manicure?
Myrtle: Nope, nope. Treating myself to a massage by that gorgeous hunk Sven.
Opal: Oh, I see. You've got a thing for him too, huh? Yeah, I wish I could clone that guy.
Myrtle: What you got there?
Opal: I don't know. It's from Palmer, postmarked Crete.
Myrtle: Crete? What's he doing in Crete?
Opal: Oh, beats the skivvies out of me. But I figure it's not a bomb because it doesn't tick and it's addressed to Petey.
Myrtle: Well, what are you doing?
Opal: Well, I'm opening it. What does it look like?
Myrtle: Honey, it's not addressed to you.
Opal: Well, I'm running interference on my kid. It's -- a hat? He sent the kid a hat?
Myrtle: It's a Greek sailor cap. Oh, that reminds me of --
Opal: Yeah, well, Petey wouldn't be caught dead in a hat like that. Oh, here's a note. Here, let's see what it says. "Dear Peter, wish you were here. Vanessa and I are having a wonderful time cruising the Mediterranean. Love, Dad."
Myrtle: Vanessa -- Vanessa Bennett?
Opal: That scheming old hag conned Palmer into taking her on a cruise.
Myrtle: My, she is some operator.
Opal: You said it. I just hope he's got at least one brain left in his head so he'll know to feed her to the man-eating piranhas.
Myrtle: Oh, now, now, now.

Stella: Excuse me, Mr. Edmund. Has Mrs. Marick moved into the main house?
Edmund: Mrs. -- uh, no. I'm not sure. Why?
Stella: Well, I went down to the hunting lodge to make up the bed, but it hadn't been slept in and Mrs. Marick wasn't there.
Edmund: Maybe she fell asleep on the couch and went out for a walk.
Stella: That's probably it, then. Oh, oh -- and I found the missing photo, the one you asked me about last night.
Edmund: Maddie's?
Stella: Yes, sir.
Edmund: Where was it?
Stella: In the lodge.

{Edmund remembers Alex's interest in Maddie's picture}

Alex: So, which little one is this?
Edmund: Ah, that's my Maddie.
Alex: Ah. She's gorgeous.
Edmund: She is. Thank you.

Edmund: Have you seen Maddie this morning?
Stella: No, sir. I assumed she's with Nanny Kate.
Edmund: It's Nanny Kate's day off. Maddie? Maddie?

Scott: You're blushing.
Becca: I don't blush. Um, you know what? I -- transcribed the first five interviews off the computer. Oh, but they're not in order.
Scott: Look, you're the one who wanted to know if Erica Kane beds them before she weds them.
Becca: I did not. I just wanted to know if she was in love with them all. There's a big difference between love and sex, you know.
Scott: Ooh, really? I never realized that.
Becca: Stop it. Gosh.
Scott: You know, Erica's idea of love is probably a little different than normal people's.
Becca: What do you mean by that?
Scott: Well, she's a celebrity, and celebrities are always falling in and out of love. Mostly I think they're just in love with themselves.
Becca: Hmm. What's your take on it?
Have you ever been in love? Scott: Well, I told you about Laura.
Becca: Oh, Brooke English's daughter?
Scott: I thought I was in love with her for a while, but nothing ever really came of it, so --
Becca: Oh. So that's it?
Scott: Well, and then there was a girl at school last year.
Becca: UCLA?
Scott: Yeah.
Becca: Oh.
Scott: But that wasn't really love either, so -- I guess I've never really gone that far.
Becca: Hmm. Um, so, here you go. Is there anything else I can do for you?
Scott: Yeah. You could leave those tapes over there with the names and dates of the interview.
Becca: How will I know which is which?
Scott: I penciled the info on the side of it.
Becca: Ok.
Scott: How about you? Ever been in love?
Becca: Nah. Just crushes, mainly.
Scott: I never really understood the difference.
Becca: Oh. Crushes are more one-sided. I remember this guy named Wally Whippell.
Scott: Whippell.
Becca: Mm-hmm. He was 11 years old, in my Sunday school class. He had these big dumbo ears, but a killer smile.
Scott: Well, so what happened?
Becca: He liked Meredith Boggs.
Scott: Boggs?
Becca: Oh, and then there was this guy -- Witherspoon Baines.
Scott: Witherspoon.
Becca: Yes, his dad owned the Pigeon Hollow bank, and he was a teller there so I asked my mom to go and make a deposit every single day just so I could talk to him.
Scott: Was it reciprocated?
Becca: Oh, no, not really. He turned out to be gay. And then there was my Matt Damon phase. I was so excited when he broke up with Mini Driver. But he never did call.
Scott: You're nuts.
Becca: I know. But as far as, like, the love -- like the love my parents had -- nah.
Scott: You told me they started a conversation 29 years ago and are still having it today, right?
Becca: Hmm, 30, but who's counting?
Scott: Guess not everyone can have that.
Becca: I don't know. I think it'll happen someday. But this is my first time out of West Virginia. There's so much I want to do. I want to finish school. There's a lot I'm dying to see.

[Knock on door]

Scott: Come in.
Woman: Excuse me. I'm looking for -- Scott Chandler.
Scott: What are you doing here?

Edmund: Maddie, were the pancakes just the way you like them this morning? Lots and lots of blueberries?
Stella: Thank goodness you found her.
Edmund: Yeah. I forgot that Peggy makes her favorite breakfast when it's Kate's day off.
Stella: As long as Maddie's all right.
Edmund: Oh, she's fine. She's fine.
Edmund: Did you see Alex this morning?
Did you see your Aunt Alex?

[Doorbell rings]

Stella: I'll get it.
Edmund: Did Alex come to your room and read you a story last night? Hmm?
Jack: Well, good morning. Oh, who have we got there?
Edmund: Oh, good morning, Jack.
Jack: Good morning. Hi, Maddie.
Edmund: Say hi. "Hi." She's ready for a nap.
Jack: We'll chat later.
Edmund: Listen, Stella, would you do me a favor? Would you take Maddie to -- back up to the nursery? Oh, I think she's ready to lay down.
Stella: Certainly, sir.
Edmund: Thank you.
Stella: Hey, let's go have a tea party with bear, huh?
Jack: Hey, you have a cup for me, ok?
Edmund: Good-bye, sweetie. I'll see you at lunch.
Stella: All right. Let's go.
Jack: And some biscuits, too. She's a doll. So, pal of mine, how you doing? You getting any sleep?
Edmund: Enough. What's up?
Jack: Just brought some tax forms over for the foundation. You need to sign these. I didn't want to bother you with it, but -- well, you know, the I.R.S. They don't get these by the 15th of the month and, boom, they're at your door.
Edmund: I'll sign them later.
Jack: Ok. I'll leave them here. So how are you and your new sister-in-law getting along? Any better?
Edmund: I thought we were, yeah. Last night, I -- ahem -- I actually got her to open up a little bit about how she met Dimitri without it getting adversarial.
Jack: That to me sounds like progress.
Edmund: Mm-hmm. Yeah, this morning Stella found a picture of Maddie in the hunting lodge, and --
Jack: And what?
Edmund: Ahem. Alex had it in her hands last night. She was talking about it, and then it showed up in the hunting lodge. It was missing. And for a moment, I just thought that somebody had kidnapped Maddie.
Jack: Kidnapped Maddie? Why the hell would you go there?
Edmund: Wouldn't be the first me somebody had stolen my daughter.
Jack: Oh, Edmund, I know know that, but --
Edmund: Erica, Dimitri --
Jack: You know what I think? I think maybe you're still in shock over your brother's death. I think maybe you're not thinking so clearly yourself.
Edmund: Why would she take Maddie's picture without telling?
Jack: I don't know, Edmund. I have no idea. That's something you're going to have to ask her.
Edmund: Oh, I will. I will. You know, every time I think I understand the woman, she does something that just doesn't make any sense.

Alex: Excuse me. I'm looking for Dr. Silbert. Could you page him for me?
Jen: Certainly.
Alex: Thank you.

[Alex walks away]

David: Have you located Mr. Pembroke's test results yet?

Woman: It is so good to see you.
Scott: I thought you were spending the summer in Europe.
Woman: I was, till I got a call from my grandmother. You look great. But you know I always like you with longer hair.
Scott: So what does your grandmother have to do with you coming to Pine Valley?
Woman: She lives here, remember? She heard WRCW was looking for summer interns, and since she knew I was looking for a way to get my foot in the door at a TV station, she gave a heads-up. Soon as the movie wrapped, I caught the next plane.
Scott: What movie?
Woman: I was an extra in that new Indie film -- you know, the one that was shot in Venice?
Scott: The Dornheim?
Woman: Uh-huh. Parker got it for me.
Scott: Parker Posey?
Becca: You know Parker Posey?
Woman: She's a friend. And you are?
Scott: Becca Tyree. Greenlee Smythe.
Greenlee: Nice to meet you.
Becca: You, too. Greenlee, huh?
Greenlee: It was my mother's maiden name.
Becca: How'd you guys know each other?
Scott: UCLA.

[Telephone rings]

Scott: Excuse me.
Greenlee: So, you're interning here, too?
Becca: No, not really. I'm just working with Scott.
Greenlee: Really. As what?
Becca: We're making a video together.
Greenlee: Mm-hmm.
Becca: So UCLA, huh?
Greenlee: I'm a film major.
Becca: Oh, wow. And you and Scott knew each other?
Greenlee: Yes. So your friend here -- uh, Becky?
Becca: Becca.
Greenlee: She said you guys were making a little video?
Scott: Yeah, my application to film school.
Greenlee: Where you applying?
Scott: N.Y.U.
Greenlee: You're kidding.
Scott: No.
Greenlee: I'm thinking of applying there for next year. Burghart says I'm a shoo-in, to use his archaic palaver.
Scott: Oh, Burghart would say anything to score points with you. He always did love your smile.

Jack: Edmund, tell me something -- why are you so down on this woman? I mean, you don't think that she was in any way responsible for Dimitri's death, do you?
Edmund: I just wish I'd gotten a chance to know her before, you know, Dimitri just married her.
Jack: Certainly nobody can blame you for wanting that, but, I mean, let's face it -- Dimitri had pretty good instincts when it came to women, no?
Edmund: You call Erica good instincts?
Jack: Let me put it to you this way -- from the little I've gotten to know Alexandra, it seems to me that she's a good person, a person with good intentions.
Edmund: Really? Do you think it was out of good intentions that she tried to hustle my brother's body out of the country?
Jack: Yes, Edmund, if what she was trying to do -- if her intention was to fulfill his dying wish to be taken home to Vadzel, yes, I do.
Edmund: Yeah, but then she contradicted herself and she said that home was Wildwind.
Jack: Yes, I know. But she backed off on that, now, didn't she? She let you bring his body home, Edmund. Look, she could've ignored that injunction totally -- you and I both know that -- but she didn't.
Edmund: Ok, then she doesn't let me have an autopsy.
Jack: The way I recall it, the doctor at Seaview hospital didn't think an autopsy was necessary. He was quite convinced that your brother died of a cerebral aneurysm.
Edmund: Then she doesn't let me open up the casket.
Jack: Well, you were trying to pry the casket open with a crowbar, for petes sake.
Edmund: Well, then she doesn't let us have a private viewing.
Jack: Edmund, a lot of people prefer a closed casket. They don't like open casket.
Edmund: Why?
Jack: "Why?" Because they don't like looking at the body of their recently departed loved one laying in a box.
Edmund: Why? Unless it's, like, disfigured, which wasn't the case.
Jack: No, no. You're absolutely right. In this case --
Edmund: Look, Jack, Jack, I saw Dimitri come off the plane. I mean, if Dr. Silbert is right and this really was an aneurysm, there's no -- nothing ghoulish about this, ok? Listen, all I want to do is look at my brother's body one last time before they put him in the damn ground!
Jack: I'm on your side, dear friend. I understand that and I sympathize. But like a friend, I'm telling you there's one thing you have got to remember -- this woman was married to your brother. They'd just been married. She's his wife. She has certain rights. One of those rights is to choose to remember her husband in her own way. Ok? That meant to her, closed casket. Gillian agreed with her. The fact is, my friend, you got outvoted.
Edmund: Jack, everything you're saying makes sense. But something doesn't add up.
Jack: I know. I know. You would bet your Pulitzer that this woman is not on the level.
Edmund: I let my guard down last night long enough to trust her, and -- and I was wrong. I'm getting vibes, Jack. She's up to something.

David: Look, Nurse Hunter, I would hate to have to report you to your supervisor, but I have scheduled rounds in exactly one hour and I am here only as a favor to Dr. Kamaguchi.
Jen: Dr. Hayward, you act as if I'm doing this on purpose. It's the computer.
David: Oh, that's the problem now? The computer is down.
Jen: It's true. I have calls in to the C.C.U., To the lab. I am doing everything I possibly can to see that you get these test results ASAP.
David: Fine. But if my patient is compromised in any way because you did not expedite this to the best of your ability, I will make sure that you have a new job slinging fries at the nearest Burger Barn.
Jen: Let me try the lab again.
David: Why don't you do that.

Jack: Look, Edmund, nobody knows better than I how tough it is to ignore your instincts, but you just lost your brother. Don't you think that maybe -- just maybe -- that your judgments, even your perceptions, might be skewed some?
Edmund: Jack, losing my brother and feeling like Alex is hiding something are two entirely different things.
Jack: Look, we've had several conversations about this and I don't want to repeat myself, but I think maybe now's a good time to remind you of some of the things we talked about.
Edmund: Oh, no, no, Jack, Jack, this is nothing like when Chrissie came back into your life.
Jack: You're wrong. This is everything like Chrissie coming back into my life. In my gut -- Edmund, listen to me -- in my gut, I knew she was a fraud. I knew it! I wouldn't give her the benefit of a doubt even for a second. So what happens? She goes off to drown her sorrows, gets drunk, and gets raped. Raped! Now, that's a guilt I have to live with for the rest of my life.
Edmund: I know. But what are you saying here? That I'm going to have to accept every word that comes out of Alex's mouth?
Jack: Yes. Why not?
Edmund: Because --
Jack: Until you have a concrete reason not to, yes.
Edmund: I'm a journalist. I'm trained to be a skeptic.
Jack: You're not writing an expose here, Edmund. This is a woman that your brother thought enough of, loved enough, to make his wife. Now she's grieving. You're grieving. Why don't you help each other through this, for pete's sake? Console each other, huh? Why not? I mean, instead of doubting every move, every motivation of hers.
Edmund: I can't help it. I just don't trust the woman.
Jack: Nobody's telling you to let your guard down. You don't have to trust her. Just be open, be a little receptive, you know? You got to remember something -- your actions could have consequences, just like mine did. That's all I'm saying.

Jen: Thank you. Mr. Pembroke's test results are ready.
David: Finally.
Jen: Do you want me to have an orderly go down and get them or do you want to go to the lab and get them yourself? It might be quicker that way.
David: Which way to the lab?
Nurse: It's just down the hall, make a left, and you'll see the sign, doctor.

Alex: Excuse me.
Jen: Didn't Dr. Silbert answer his page?
Alex: He must still be in surgery.
Jen: You want me to check for you?
Alex: No, it's all right. I can wait. The man you were just talking to -- is that David Hayward?
Jen: The almighty Dr. Hayward who thinks he can walk on water? Yeah, that's him.
Alex the cardiologist?
Jen: That's the one. He thinks nurses were put on this planet to do his bidding.
Alex: Hmm. I thought he worked in the Bay Area, San Francisco somewhere.
Jen: I don't know where he worked before, but he has privileges now here at Seaview.
Alex: But he's not an attending?
Jen: No, thank God. Then I'd have to deal with his attitude more often.

Opal: Oh, honey, I'm sorry. Sven is running a little late. Do you want Selma to do your nails?
Myrtle: Oh, no, no, darling. I'm ok. I'm catching up with my magazines.
Opal: Hmm.
Myrtle: That's one of the good things about coming to a salon.
Opal: Yeah. I can't stop thinking about that blasted note that Palmer sent Petey. That wasn't meant for him, you know. He doesn't give a flying fig about Petey. That was just a chance for him to stick it to me.
Myrtle: Sweetheart, don't waste your time and your energy on Palmer and that Bennett woman. Why don't you concentrate on your Glamorama?
Opal: Yeah, I know. Truth is business hasn't been as good as I'd hoped.
Myrtle: Honey, you said business was booming.
Opal: It's good, it's good, but it could always be better. That's one thing Palmer taught me.
Myrtle: Well, honey, I can't imagine what you haven't got here. Now, how my salons -- how many salons have got a resident psychic?
Opal: Myrt, I am going to Europe.
Myrtle: Uh-oh.
Opal: I am. I'm going to go to Europe and I'm going to check out all those big fancy schmantzy spots there. They got all the latest treatments. And Petey doesn't have to be in school for another few weeks, so he can come with me and he'll get a little dose of culture.
Myrtle: Opal -- Opal, Opal, Opal, you have just opened this place, and it cannot run itself.
Opal: Well, I'll put Becca in charge.
Myrtle: Becca? Becca is busy with Scott's video thing. You need a real -- a real hostess here to make this place --
Opal: You're right. I think I have her.
Myrtle: How could you? You only thought of it a minute ago.
Opal: I'm looking at her.
Myrtle: You're not -- what?
Opal: Why not?
Myrtle: No!
Opal: Why not?
Myrtle: No, no, no, darling, that's impossible. I mean -- oh, no, absolutely not. I -- I can't shut down the boutique just like that.
Opal: No, Mrs. Chance can run that with her eyes closed. She's been there a hundred years, for crying out loud. Come on, please? Pretty please with jimmies on top? Please? I'll make it worth your while.
Myrtle: Darling, sweetheart, it is not the money I'm thinking about.
Opal: Well, then consider three little words --
Sven every day. Come on, do it for me, will you, as a friend? I need a break, Myrt -- I do -- after all I've been through this last year.
Myrtle: Sven?
Opal: Yeah, Sven.
Myrtle: Every day?
Opal: Every day.
Myrtle: All right.
Opal: All right! Thank you!
Myrtle: I'll do it!
Opal: Oh, thank you, thank you!
Myrtle: Oh!
Opal: You are the best! I'm going to Europe!

Greenlee: Come on, come on. Just a peek?
Scott: Not until it's finished.
Greenlee: I showed you my ISP Before it was done.
Scott: Well, you asked me to critique it.
Greenlee: Oh. And you don't need a critic?
Scott: I have Becca.
Greenlee: Has she studied filmmaking, too?
Scott: No, but she has a wonderful eye.
Becca: And I've actually made a video or two.
Scott: But you know how you could help?
Greenlee: How?
Scott: Find a way to convince Erica Kane to do an interview for us.
Greenlee: Piece of cake. My grandfather's on the Enchantment board of directors, plus he's known Erica all her life. He was her stepfather's roommate at Princeton.
Scott: That could work.
Greenlee: And if it doesn't, I know a ton of other celebs in the Hamptons -- Kim and Alec, Christie. Just make a phone call.
Scott: Great.
Becca: Well, you know, I'm due back at the Glamorama.
Scott: Oh?
Becca: Um -- you guys have fun catching up.
Greenlee: We will.
Becca: I guess I'll see you after my shift atTad and Dixie's?
Scott: Ok.
Becca: Ok.
Scott: I'll see you, ok?
Becca: Ok. Bye. Bye.

Opal: Myrt, what the devil are you thinking? What are you doing?
Myrtle: I'm paying my bill.
Opal: No, you most certainly are not.
Myrtle: But --
Opal: Don't be ridiculous. This is on the house.
Myrtle: Darling, darling, it's not that I don't have the money, you know.
Opal: Well, I know that. But you're doing me a humongous favor taking over the Glamorama while I'm away. I just got off the phone with the travel agent.
Myrtle: Oh, go on.
Opal: I'm so excited. You know, I've never been to Europe before. I mean, I'm going to see all the things and do all the stuff that Palmer always promised us we would do and, of course, we never did, so -- so to hell with him and Vanessa. You know, two can play that game. I hope their ship sinks in shark-infested waters.
Myrtle: Opal, that's not nice.
Opal: No, it isn't, is it?

Becca: Oh. Hi.
Opal: Oh, Becca.
Myrtle: Hi.
Opal good, I'm glad you're here. You're just in time to teach Myrt the ropes.
Becca: Excuse me?
Opal: Me and Petey are taking off for Europe first thing tomorrow morning. You gals are going to run the joint while I'm away.
Becca: Really?
Opal: Yeah, really, honest and truly. I got to go take care of a few things before we go, so hold down and the fort, and hasta la vista, babies.
Becca: Bye.
Myrtle: My, she's a whirling dervish today. Well, now, let's see. I guess the first thing you could do, Becca, for me is show me the appointment book, ok? Hey, Becca. Something wrong?
Becca: Huh? Oh. No, I'm sorry. I was just thinking about the documentary.
Myrtle: Oh, darling, if you are worried about not having time to work with Scott, just don't be. As soon as I get the hang of this place --
Becca: It's not that.
Myrtle: Well, what is it? Trouble with the video?
Becca: No, it just -- it keeps changing.
Myrtle: Oh, darling, that's like work in progress, you know?
Becca: Yeah, I just -- I really wanted Scott to use one of my ideas, but now -- hmm.
Myrtle: What was your idea, huh?
Becca: To interview the most glamorous woman I've ever seen -- Erica Kane.
Myrtle: True.

Clerk: Enjoy your stay. May I help you, Dr. Hayward?
David: Yes, I was wondering if I had any messages.
Clerk: Let me check. No, sir. Were you expecting one?
David: Not exactly. Thank you. Are you sure that there's nothing from Vanessa Bennett, like unpaid bills? I understand she checked out.
Clerk: No, sir. Her bill was paid in full.

Jack: Man, this is just exquisite.
Edmund: It's just like Dimitri to honor Maria's memory in that way, you know?
Jack: You telling me Dimitri sent this?
Edmund: Well, it was in Alex's suitcase and she gave it to me last night. They picked it up at an auction on Portabello road.
Jack: Really?
Edmund: Yeah.
Jack: Whew. Here you go.
Edmund: It's kind of ironic that I would lose them both on practically the same day.
Jack: Yeah. Look, I know it's small comfort, but at least you got to see your brother before he died, you know, and you know that he was thinking about you on the anniversary of Maria's death.
Edmund: Alex did seem to be compassionate about, you know, me losing Maria.
Jack: Well, good. Good. Maybe there's hope for you after all.

[Door opens]

Jack: Alexandra.
Alex: Good morning.
Jack: Good morning. I was just talking to Edmund here about this lovely Della Robbia.
Alex: Oh, yes, it's lovely, isn't it?
Dimitri found it at an auction.
Jack: Yeah, so Edmund said. What auction house was it? I may pop in next time I'm in London.
Edmund: You're going to London, Jack?
Jack: Well, I may have to. Unfortunately for me, it would be business, not pleasure. But, so, what was the name of the auction house? Do you remember?
Alex: Uh -- no, I'm afraid not.
Edmund: What business you got in London?
Jack: Well, you remember that foundation I told you about.
Edmund: Oh, yeah, right. I forgot -- the one that was so hush-hush.
Jack: Yes, the double-secret probationary foundation. I'm sure that Alexandra probably knows of it. Phoenix international?
Alex: Vaguely rings a bell. What is it?
Jack: They're a philanthropic foundation. They're based in London. I do some legal work for them from time to time.
Alex: Hmm. There's lots of foundations like that in England.
Jack: I'm sure you're absolutely right about that. Listen, my friend, I've taken up enough of your time. Have to get out of here. Alexandra, nice to see you again.
Alex: You, too.
Jack: Don't forget to sign those forms. You don't want Uncle Sam knocking on this door, all right?
Edmund: I will Jack. Thanks.

Alex: I'm just going to get some tea.
Edmund: Alex, wait. Where were you all night?

Greenlee: Ok, I think I've got the editing bay figured out. It's just like t one we have at school.
Scott: Yeah, they're pretty much all digital now.
Greenlee: So want to grab some lunch?
You could show me some of the Pine Valley hot spots.
Scott: Well, it's not Venice, you know.
Greenlee: Well, still, there must be a couple of trendy places.
Scott: "Trendy," huh?
Greenlee: Mm-hmm.
Scott: Well, there's the S.O.S., If you like Latin food, or Mackay's for a good burger.
Greenlee: Latin sounds perfect. I'll drive. Wait till you see the hot car grandmother leased for me -- a brand-new red convertible.
Scott: I can't. I got to meet Becca. I'll see you, though, ok?

Opal: Excuse me.
Clerk: May I help you?
Opal: Yeah, I'd like to leave something for Mr. Palmer Cortlandt.
Clerk: I'm sorry. Mr. Cortlandt isn't staying here at the moment.
Opal: Well, if you are forwarding his mail, you can include this with it. And if he checks in by phone, why don't you tell him that his ex-wife has taken his kid to Europe and doesn't know when they'll be back.
Clerk: Yes, ma'am.
Opal: Oh, sorry. Oh, you.
David: Mrs. Cortlandt.
Opal: Listen, I got a message for you to give your mother next time you see her.
David: Oh, I don't think I'll be speaking to my mother any time --
Opal: I told it to Palmer Cortlandt and I'm telling it to you -- she is not to come within 10 miles of my son. You got that?
David: Mrs. Cortlandt, in the first place, my mother left town --
Opal: Oh, she'll be back.
David: So you don't have anything to concern yourself with.
Opal: She will be back. She's got her hooks sunk into my ex.
David: Hmm. I don't think so.
Opal: Oh, really?
David: Palmer left town on a cruise, right? Well, I believe my mother has sunk her claws into some other poor slob. She mentioned something about an Estancia in Argentina.
Opal: Don't you know anything? Your mother is cruising the Mediterranean with Palmer Cortlandt.

Becca: So we like to keep plenty of time between the appointments.
Myrtle: And that's all?
Becca: That's it.
Myrtle: Oh.
Becca: Oh, my gosh. Isn't Erica Kane just gorgeous?
Myrtle: She is. That she is -- very.
Becca: I just -- I want her to be in the video just so I can ask her about her love life.
Myrtle: Oh. I don't think she's got a man in her life at the moment. But I'm sure that will change.
Becca: Hmm, I don't know. That Dr. Hayward looked pretty special -- tall, dark, handsome.
Myrtle: Oh. Dr. Hayward is Erica's doctor. He did the surgery on her heart.
Becca: Oh, and I think now he's trying to win it.
Myrtle: Hmm?
Becca: You know, her heart.
Myrtle: What are you talking about?
Becca: I was down at the boathouse and we're talking some major lip lockage here.
Myrtle: You're saying he was kissing her?
Becca: They were swept away.

Alex: What do you mean, where was I last night?
Edmund: Stella said your bed wasn't slept in.
Alex: Oh. Really. I'm not used to people monitoring my comings and goings.
Edmund: She just came to make your bed. I was concerned.
Alex: Well, I couldn't sleep. You know, it was so hot, so I went for a drive to cool off.
Edmund: In the middle of the night?
Alex: Mm-hmm. When there's no traffic, you can just let your mind go free and sort things out. You found the photo.
Edmund: Yeah, Stella found it. I was wondering --
Alex: I'm sorry I borrowed it without asking. I was going to return it today. Brought me a bit of comfort looking at that.
Edmund: Why? What would give you comfort looking at a child you barely know?
Alex: Dimitri loved her as if she was his own daughter. I don't know. It just made me feel closer to him somehow. Does it make any sense at all?
Edmund: Yeah. Still, it's hard to accept, you know, that he's gone and -- you know, when we cheated death in the aqueduct, we swore we'd grow old together. I can't believe that he's dead of an aneurysm at his age.
Alex: It's hard to accept, I know.
Edmund: Yeah. Which is why I contacted a friend of mine at Pine Valley Hospital -- Joe Martin. He's the chief of staff.
Alex: What for?
Edmund: Well, I want him to look at a copy of Dimitri's medical report from the doctor at Seaview. Could you get me a copy?
Alex: Yes. Of course.