Hayley: What happened to me, Ryan?
Ryan: Well, I found you at Trevor's place passed out, and I brought you here to the ER.
Hayley: Oh, yeah.
Ryan: I couldn't get you to come around.
Hayley: Yeah? Well, you know, I finally figure out a way to go unconscious without taking a drink, and you got to bring me right out of it.
Ryan: You had me pretty freaked.
Hayley: Don't expect a thank-you note.

Jake: I want a CBC. For Miss Vaughan. Right away, please.
Gillian: Jake, is this Hayley you're talking about? Is Hayley here?
Jake: Yeah. She collapsed. My hunch is low blood sugar, exhaustion. We're going to run some tests, though, just to rule anything else out.
Gillian: Right, of course. Which room is she in? Is she in that one?
Jake: She is. But, Gillian, Ryan's in there with her. He brought her in.

[Gillian calls Mateo]

Gillian: Hi, Mateo. It's Gillian. I -- I found Hayley. She's -- she's in the ER. Here at the Pine Valley Hospital. I think she collapsed. Hello? Mateo? Mateo should be with you, Hayley, but he'll be here soon.

Myrtle: You know, when your mother, Ethel, was manicurist at the old Glamorama, she had us all in stitches. I mean, every day we felt we were coming to a party and just having fun. And I want to get that kind of feeling going right here.
Woman: Well, I like to party.
Myrtle: I'll bet you do. So, listen, why do you want to work here?
Woman: Are you kidding? It would be a totally cosmic, karmic synthesis sort of thing.
Myrtle: Would it?
Woman: My mom's always telling me what a blast it was doing nails at the old Glam.
Myrtle: Well, your mom was not just a, you know, manicurist. She was a -- she was an artist. But, of course, now our manicurist has gone and eloped without any notice, and I've got to fill the place right away. So, tell me, are you going to be free immediately?
Woman: No.
Myrtle: No?
Woman: I'll need at least five minutes.
Myrtle: Ha-ha. You've got your mother's sense of humor. Have you got her artistry?
Woman: Mm-hmm.
Myrtle: Oh, boy. I think you do.
Woman: Well, yeah.
Myrtle: All right. You're hired. And you can start in 10 minutes, since I am feeling generous.
Woman: Sure. Oh, but don't I have to talk to Mrs. Cortlandt or something?
Myrtle: No, no. She's in Europe, and I'm in charge at the moment.
Woman: Oh.
Myrtle: Which gives you nine minutes.
Woman: Cool.
Myrtle: Oh, Becca? Becca, darling? Come and meet Tiffany, our new manicurist. This is Becca, who is our -- Becca, what are you?
Becca: Well, I'm assistant whatever. It's very nice to meet you. Oh. Oh, wow. Wow. Your nails are incredible. Aren't they?
Tiffany: Thanks. Oh, I could do yours if you like.
Becca: Well, really -- ok.
Myrtle: Becca, would you show Tiffany around? Just finish off. I've shown her most of the way.
Becca: Ok. Follow me.
Myrtle: Ok.
Tiffany: Bye.
Woman: Where is Opal?
Myrtle: Oh. Opal's in Europe at the moment. Can I help you?
Woman: I have an appointment.
Myrtle: Oh.
Woman: Millicent Greenlee.
Myrtle: Yes. We have it down.
Millicent: I'm also meeting my granddaughter. Is she here?
Myrtle: Oh. I can check.

Tiffany: Does that old bag come in here a lot?
Becca: I don't know. I've never seen her before. But Greenlee must be a common name around these parts. I met a girl that has the same name.
Tiffany: Mm-hmm.
Becca: Is it common here?
Tiffany: She's Ms. Blue Blood's granddaughter.
Becca: Oh.
Tiffany: Her family probably built the Mayflower or something.
Becca: Oh.
Tiffany: Greenlee's a debutante.
Becca: They still have those around here?
Tiffany: Oh, a precious few. They yank out the white gloves and the pearl necklaces. Ugh. Gag me.
Becca: So, what exactly does a debutante do?
Tiffany: Well, other than lunch and tennis at the club, sleeping around, looking for a rich husband, I don't know.
Becca: Oh, you are bad.
Tiffany: Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet, girl.

Greenlee: Sven, that was heaven on earth. You have magical hands.
Millicent: Oh, darling. There you are. I hope you haven't been naughty. From what I understand, this young man is very popular. If you get him in trouble, you'll start a riot with the ladies in Pine Valley.
Greenlee: Oh, Gran, I haven't done a thing to Sven. But what he did to me should be illegal.

Edmund: What are you doing here, Hayward? You and I don't have any business. And I was under the impression you and Alex don't know each other well enough for a social call.
Alex: I didn't recognize Dr. Hayward earlier at the hospital. It's been a long time since we've seen each other. But he was kind enough not to embarrass me in front of you.
Edmund: Is that so?
David: I can't say that's entirely the case. My ego was bruised. That's why I followed you here.
Alex: I apologize. It was just seeing you out of context. I didn't remember you.
David: So your memories are coming back, then? Good. I'm glad. Because I found the circumstances surrounding our affiliation quite extraordinary, actually. Perhaps Edmund would like to hear about it.
David: Shall I tell him, or would you like to? That is, of course, Edmund, if you're interested.
Edmund: Sure. Why not?
Alex: England. We met in England.
David: So you do remember. Hmm. You know, you made a spectacular impression on me, Mrs. Marick. Of course, back then, you weren't Mrs. Marick. You were Alexandra Devane. What can I say? I've always been intrigued by beautiful, mysterious women.
Edmund: "Mysterious"?
David: I found her self-effacing way engaging. I've always loved good puzzles, and I started to wonder what was behind that cool exterior.
Alex: Oh, please.
Edmund: You know, you never said how you met.
Alex: It was through a mutual friend.
Edmund: The same mutual friend that introduced you to Dimitri?

Marian: Hello, darlings. I bring royal tidings from the Queen of England, and I've got photos, so come and see because they're absolutely fabulous.

Greenlee: Here y go, Sven.
Sven: Thank you, Miss.
Greenlee: No. It was worth every cent. I've already booked a session with you for next week. I can hardly wait. See you later.

Millicent: You know, these antics are very unbecoming.
Greenlee: What antics?
Millicent: A $20 tip?
Greenlee: He does very good work, Gran. You ought to try him. Imagine warm scented oil oozing between those strong hands, those strong hands caressing your body, creating combustible heat.
Millicent: Young lady, behave yourself.
Greenlee: Oh, you don't fool me. You're already on his waiting list, aren't you?
Millicent: That is none of your business.
Greenlee: I thought so.
Millicent: Greenlee, you can't get involved with the help. It's not proper.
Greenlee: First of all, he's not help. He's a professional, highly skilled masseur. And secondly, who said anything about getting involved? I'm just having fun.
Millicent: Well, your "fun" could get that young man fired -- or worse, deported.
Greenlee: Well, I'm just following your advice. "You'll never be younger and more attractive, so make hay while the sun shines. Night will come soon enough."
Millicent: Since when did you start listening to me?
Greenlee: Always, Gran.
Millicent: Well, it may not be night, but it is time that you think about settling down.
Greenlee: I am.
Millicent: Splendid! That lovely baron's son we met in Tuscany last month?
Greenlee: God, no! He was boring. And besides, why go clear across the world when the locals are so promising?
Millicent: Scott Chandler? Do you mean that is why I had to go to all that trouble to get you the internship at WRCW? Your burning desire wasn't for broadcast journalism. It was for Adam Chandler's handsome young nephew?

Scott: Hey.
Becca: Hi. Scott.
Scott: Listen, I got a bunch of sandwiches in the car. I thought maybe we could go for a late lunch, then a dip in the lake?
Becca: Oh. Well, I would love to, but I can't.
Scott: You've already had lunch?
Becca: No, no. It's just I have to work.
Scott: Well, you have to eat, too, right?
Becca: Well, not today. I mean, it's just been so busy. I really need to stay here. But maybe another time. Ok?
Scott: All right.
Becca: Ok.

Ryan: Hayley? You had to wake up. You know that, right?
Hayley: Why, because I'd miss out on all this? Sounds good to me.
Ryan: Tell me you're not serious.
Hayley: Oh, relax. I'm not opting for the big nap. But, I mean, a nice weekend coma wouldn't hurt.
Ryan: All right. That sounds better. That thing you call humor is coming back a little bit.
Hayley: Yeah, well, I don't want it to. In order to be funny, you have to feel something, and I don't want to feel anything.
Ryan: You don't have to be afraid of anything. I'm here. I'll help you deal with -- whatever.
Hayley: Ryan, when are you going to get it through your head? You can't help me. Only I can help me.
Ryan: Now, I know you have to say that, and I respect it. But I don't entirely believe it.
Hayley: Why not?
Ryan: Well, come on, Hayley. If I saw you walking down the street, struggling with a heavy suitcase, I would offer to help you, and you would accept my help, right? I'd be a jerk if I didn't.
Hayley: I guess so.
Ryan: So, how is this that different? You're still struggling.
Hayley: You just don't take no for an answer, do you? You're a hardhead. And a good friend.
Ryan: That's what it's all about.

Adam: Where's my daughter?
Jake: She's in there.
Adam: How is she? Is she still unconscious?
Jake: She's awake. We've stabilized her. We're running some tests, but it just looks like it's malnourishment, dehydration, exhaustion.
Adam: How is that possible?
Jake: Well, from what I understand, she's been under a lot of stress lately. She hasn't slept. She hasn't eaten.
Adam: Because of this separation from Mateo?
Jake: Well, I think that Hayley needs to fill you in on those details.
Adam: What details? What happened?
Jake: Adam, with proper nourishment and rest, she's going to be fine in a couple of days. Now, I want to keep her here overnight just to keep an eye on her.
Adam: Fine. May I see her?
Jake: Yeah, sure.
Adam: Jake, thank you for calling me. I might not have known otherwise. Hayley and I haven't been talking a lot lately.
Jake: If something happened to my daughter, I'd want to know, too.
Adam: Yeah. Thanks.

Hayley: Hi, Dad.
Adam: Hello, sweetheart. How are you feeling?
Hayley: I'm feeling. That's part of the problem.
Adam: Hello, Ryan.
Ryan: Hello, Mr. Chandler.
Adam: Well, what happened? I understand you were staying at the Dillons'. But why were you there alone? Where were they?
Hayley: They're in Paris. It's ok. I'm ok. I just -- I forgot to have breakfast, and then I skipped lunch. That'll teach me, right?
Adam: Sweetheart, malnutrition and dehydration aren't the result of a couple of skipped meals. Jake tells me that you're -- you've been under a lot of stress lately.
Hayley: Well, who isn't?
Adam: Well. Ryan, would you -- could I speak to Hayley alone for a moment?
Ryan: Absolutely. Yeah. I'll be outside if you need anything.
Adam: Thank you.

Mateo: Hayley Vaughan's room? She's in there? Ok. Hey. Is she in there?
Ryan: Yeah, she is. But she's not up for a visit from you right now.
Mateo: Oh, please. Get out of my way, all right?
Ryan: Or what? Or what? What? What? Are you going to sucker punch me again? Let me break this down so it's real easy for you to understand -- you're not going anywhere near Hayley.
Adam: I know you are angry with me and for a very good reason. I had no business interfering in Max's custody hearing. But I swear that I thought that's what you two wanted me to do. I've been trying very hard. And I'll do better. I swear it. But you've got to remember how much I love you. You know you can depend on that.
Hayley: Dad, I really can't get into all this right now.
Adam: But, honey, if I've done this to you, I couldn't live with myself. I love you. You know that.
Hayley: I know that. And this is not your fault.
Adam: Well, then what is it? What -- what is all this stress that Jake's talking about?
Hayley: You know, I -- I really can't say right now.
Adam: Sweetheart, does it have anything to do with Mateo?

Mateo: You want to go? Because I'll go. Huh?
Ryan: You claim you love Hayley. Why don't you give her a little bit of a break. Look -- try doing what's best for her for a change.
Mateo: What's wrong with her?
Ryan: I'll tell you if you back off.
Jake: That sounds like a great idea. Why don't you two take this someplace else. Please? I'm going to go in there, and I don't want to hear anything out here that's going to upset her. Ok?
Mateo: Is she going to be ok?
Jake: She's going to be fine if she sleeps and gets some rest.
Mateo: All right.
Jake: Excuse me.
Mateo: Are you going to tell me what happened?
Ryan: I found her passed out at Trevor's.
Mateo: Oh. What was she drinking?
Ryan: She wasn't drinking. Alcohol didn't do this. You did.
Mateo: I did this.
Ryan: Yeah.
Mateo: Ryan, I don't know what made me think that I could talk to you about anything, but you can take your little game and you can shove it.
Ryan: I'm not playing any games here, Mateo. If you cared so much for Hayley, you wouldn't have slept with Raquel.
Mateo: Let me tell you something. I'm going to tell you one more time, all right? I told you and I told Hayley -- I didn't sleep with Raquel! All right? Did you hear me that time?
Adam: You what? You cheated on my daughter? You miserable son of a --

Myrtle: Scott, don't move. Becca?
Becca: Hmm?
Myrtle: Can I have a moment with you, darling?
Becca: Sure. What's up?
Myrtle: A good question. Come with me. See you later.

Greenlee: Poor baby's all alone.
Millicent: He is quite handsome. Blue-chip family. Good upbringing.
Greenlee: Went to college ahead of schedule. Very bright, well-mannered. And those are some of the qualities I can tell you about.
Millicent: Oh, you are terrible. But you do have good taste. Where you going, dear
Greenlee: Scott looks lonely. Don't you think I should fix that?

Marian: Um -- excuse me. That isn't in your way, is it?
Millicent: No.
Marian: Oh, good. Oh, you know, they make quite a cute couple together, don't you think? Your granddaughter and my stepson?
Millicent: Oh, that's right. You're Mrs. Stuart Chandler.
Marian: Yes, I am. And I just came here for a little touchup because I had my last manicure in London. Stuart and I were there for the queen's garden party.
Millicent: Yes, I heard.
Marian: I have photos. Would you like to see them? Ok, now, this is Stuart with Prince Charles. Oh, he is such an adorable man. And so is Prince Charles. Did you know that Prince Charles is a gardener? We've invited him to our butterfly garden next time he visits the colonies -- you know, as they say.
Millicent: Really?
Marian: Yes, really. Oh. Oh, and this is me talking with the charming Earl of Glassport.

Becca: Well, she actually refers to herself as a woman. She's so worldly and sophisticated and -- I mean, look at me. I'm from Pigeon Hollow. I don't stand a chance with Scott.
Myrtle: Darling, girls like Greenlee are a dime a dozen. And all they're after is a rich husband who's got some pedigree. Now, you -- you are -- you're special. So is Scott. Don't you think he deserves better than a snooty, uptown fortune hunter?
Becca: You know, you're right, Mrs. Fargate. I haven't been giving Scott enough credit.
Myrtle: Or yourself.

Becca: Ok. Hi. Hi.
Scott: Hey.
Becca: Mrs. Fargate said I could get off lunch. You still want to go on that swim?
Scott: Yeah. That's great. Let's go.
Becca: Ok.
Scott: I'll catch you later, Greenlee.
Becca: Yeah. See you around.
Greenlee: Sure.

Alex: It wasn't Sean. It was another friend of mine that introduced us.
David: I'm surprised that you didn't return to England where all your friends are.
Alex: Well, Edmund has been kind enough to say that I can stay here as long as I like. Besides, I find comfort being amongst my husband's friends.
David: Yes, of course. I understand. I mean, his death was so sudden. It must have been devastating for you.
Alex: Yes.
David: Was there any indication of a pre-existing condition? Of course, had there been anything, certainly you would have spotted it.
Alex: You know what? It's been a long day. I'd rather not mull over the details of my husband's death with you. So if you'll excuse me, I'll see you out.
David: Good afternoon, Edmund. I believe I'm being shown the door.
Edmund: Hold it. That was a very nice dog-and-pony show the two of you just put on. Now, you want to tell me what the hell's going on?
Alex: Here. This will explain it. This is the book you've been looking for, isn't it? I got it from the hospital today. Open it to page two.
Edmund: What's your picture doing in this medical textbook? You're a doctor?
Alex: Yes.
Edmund: Why have you lied all this time?
Alex: It wasn't important. I just didn't tell you.
Edmund: You lied.
David: I didn't realize that you weren't aware, Edmund. Perhaps I should leave and allow you and Dr. Devane to sort this out. You know, I have to say that it's even more tragic that someone as talented as Dr. Devane couldn't save your brother's life, even though she was with him during those final moments. We study, we train, and somehow it's just not enough.

Greenlee: How long has Adam known the Windsors?
Marian: Oh, let me look. Let me look. Oh, no, no, that's not Adam. That's Stuart, my husband. That's Scott's father.
Greenlee: Why didn't Scott go? I mean, if his father was invited, why didn't he --
Marian: Oh, he was invited, but he had to stay here to work on a documentary, so he sent his apologies to her majesty.
Greenlee: Oh. And look at your hat.
Marian: Oh, yes. Stuart decorated it. Isn't it marvelous?
Greenlee: Oh, it certainly is.
Marian: Oh, thank you.
Tiffany: Mrs. Chandler, I'm ready for your touchup.
Marian: Oh, fabulous. It's my turn. Anyway, it was nice talking to you both.

Greenlee: Did you see that hat? How did you keep a straight face?
Millicent: I saw all the picture, and I'd suffer through em all again if I could meet Prince Charles. They've invited him to visit next time he comes stateside.
Greenlee: Visit Stuart Chandler? Adam Chandler maybe, but Stuart?
Millicent: Careful, dear. He is Scott's father.
Greenlee: Scott's adoptive father. He's taken after his Uncle Adam. Handsome, driven, sexy.
Millicent: You know, dear, if you are really serious about Scott, things can be arranged. Adam is a very dear friend of mine. All I'd have to do is say the word.
Greenlee: Gran.
Millicent: Oh, I'm quite sincere. Before you make Scott your summer project, you'd better decide if you want something more than just a summer romance.

Becca: Well, I'm really glad that we stopped for my suit.
Scott: Oh, mine, too. The last time I forgot it, I got totally sunburned.
Becca: Really? Tell me about it.
Scott: All right. One day after finals, some friends and I chartered a boat down in Marina Del Rey.
Becca: You chartered a boat? You mean, like a yacht?
Scott: Yeah. The sky was clear. The ocean was calm. It was a perfect day for a swim. But we did everything by the spur of the moment, so we forgot our suits. So, we just imagined we were in the south of France and went au naturelle.
Becca: You went skinny-dipping? And the girls did, too?
Scott: Yeah, all of us.
Becca: Oh, my gosh.
Scott: But the other thing we forgot was sun block. So, before we realized it, it was -- it was burn city. I peeled for weeks.
Becca: Ew. Well, I'm really glad I brought this.
Scott: Well, we should put some on right now. Here, I'll do you first.
Becca: Ok.
Becca: Um -- you know -- you know what? I think -- I think you got it. Why don't we go for that swim.
Scott: What about my back?
Becca: Ok. Yeah. Ooh, I'm sorry, I should. Yes.
Scott: Becca, you've been acting weird since the Glamorama. What's -- what's the matter?

Ryan: Hey, hey, hey, hey. Come on! Come on!
Adam: I ought to wring your two-timing neck.
Ryan: Easy --
Mateo: Listen, you got it wrong, and it's none of your business, anyway.
Adam: It is my business. Everything concerning my daughter is my business.
Ryan: All right, all right, all right --
Adam: And as of right now, she's off-limits to you.
Ryan: Let's keep it down!
Jake: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Be quiet, please. What did I tell you guys? Take it somewhere else.
Adam: Get him out of here.
Jake: What are you -- get him out? What do you think this is, some type of wrestling ring? It's a hospital.
Adam: I will calm down when he's gone.
Jake: You'll calm down right now. All of you will. I just gave Hayley a sedative. I want her to rest quietly before she goes into her new room.
Ryan: So, what, did she hear this?
Jake: What do you think?
Ryan: All right, well, I'll go check on her.
Mateo: So why does he get to go in there and I have to stay out here? That's not --
Jake: Matt, calm down. Please, calm down. I don't know what's going on with you and Hayley, but you need to calm down so she can be calm and she can stabilize, all right? Now, if she's getting worked up because of something that's happening between you two guys, I think it's in her best interest as my patient for you to not see her right now -- right now.
Mateo: Well, I think it's in her best interests that I see her.
Adam: Well, that's not going to happen.
Mateo: Well, it's not your call. You're not her doctor.
Jake: You know what? I'm her doctor, and I just told you. My call is that you don't see her right now.
Mateo: What did you do, huh? Did you pay him off, too, now?
Jake: Matt --
Mateo: Because he wouldn't be doing this --
Jake: Matt, Matt, Matt --
Mateo: He wouldn't do this.
Adam: Get out of here.
Mateo: You pay him and judges -- I'm not leaving.
Adam: Get out of here.
Mateo: Listen to me. I'm not leaving until I see my wife.
Adam: No, she's -- she's not your wife, you know that? Because you're not legally married to her, are you? You're not her husband, and you're sure as hell not her friend. She's not obligated to you in any way. You have no claim on her.
Mateo: I'm not leaving until I see her.
Adam: No, you're leaving now!
Adam: Security! You're leaving, Mateo.
Mateo: I'm not going anywhere.
Adam: You're leaving, Mateo.
Mateo: No, I'm not. I'm staying right here.
Jake: Get a grip.
Mateo: You're going to throw me out?
Jake: Matt, you think I like doing this, huh? I asked you to cool it, and you didn't cool it. If you want to come back in here, you calm down and be reasonable.
Mateo: That's --
Jake: Then fine --
Mateo: Just stop talking --
Jake: That'll be fine.
Mateo: Both of you just -- just -- don't touch me, all right? I'll leave on my own.
Adam: Well done, Martin.
Jake: "Well done"? You could be next. I mean it. I don't want any more problems with Hayley. I don't want her upset, all right?
Adam: Neither do i. Why are you keeping her overnight?
Jake: Observation. I just want to make sure she remains stabilized. If that's not a problem with you.
Adam: No. No, no, no. You do what you have to do.
Jake: I will.
Adam: So will I.

Becca: I -- I feel -- I feel really bad about leaving Mrs. Fargate at the Glamorama when it's so busy.
Scott: Well, she said it was ok.
Becca: I know, but she was just being really nice about it, and I shouldn't have taken advantage of her.
Scott: You didn't take advantage. You went for lunch. That's all.
Becca: Scott, could we go back?
Scott: But we haven't even gone for a swim.
Becca: I know. I just -- I can't. I'm really sorry.
Scott: Becca, is everything ok?
Becca: Yeah, yeah. Everything's fine. I -- I just really should get back to the shop.
Scott: Ok. I mean, if your mind's not here.
Becca: Yeah. I'm sorry.
Scott: No. Hey, you know, I'm sorry. I'm the one who sprung the idea on you.
Becca: No. No, it's a -- it's a great idea. I really want to, but -- do you think that maybe we could just do it another time?
Scott: Ok. I'm going to hold you to that, huh?
Becca: Ok.
Scott: All right.

Edmund: Look, why didn't you tell me that you were a doctor?
Alex: It doesn't change anything.
Edmund: It changes everything. Everything's falling into place now -- you reading Maria's neurological text, your in-depth knowledge of Dimitri's cerebral aneurysm. You knew all along, didn't you? And yet you acted like what happened on that plane was a total shock.
Alex: It was. I didn't expect that. We never would have left England had --
Edmund: You said he collapsed in your arms. Now, where was your medical bag? Why didn't you do something?
Alex: I did.
Edmund: You did? You're a doctor. Why couldn't you save him?
Alex: I tried, and I couldn't.
Edmund: Couldn't or wouldn't?

Adam: Um -- my daughter's going to be transferred to a private room this evening. Are you involved in that transfer?
Man: Yes, but it will be a little while yet.
Adam: Ah. Would you be able to stand guard, so to speak, until she's released tomorrow morning?
Man: Oh, sorry, but my shift's about to end.
Adam: Well, I thought maybe we could see about extending it.
Man: What do I have to do?
Adam: Just post yourself outside of her door and don't let Mateo Santos anywhere near her. He's already been kicked out of the hospital once this evening. This is Mateo with my daughter. Just make sure he doesn't go anywhere near her. If he does, call security and then call me immediately.
Man: You got it. Let's go see if her room's ready.
Adam: All right.

Gillian: You really shouldn't be doing this.
Mateo: Well, I have to see her.
Gillian: Yeah, but if her father or Jake sees you, they're going to throw you out, and then you're never going to be able to see her.
Mateo: Listen -- I have to get through to her, all right?
Gillian: You still love her, don't you?
Mateo: I didn't sleep with Raquel. You know that, right?
Gillian: Yeah, I do.
Mateo: Ok, fine. Are you going to help me? Because I need to see her, all right? I need to straighten this whole thing out.

[Hayley mumbles in her sleep]

Hayley: Mateo?

Alex: What are you suggesting? That I did nothing to help my own husband?
Edmund: You had the means to save him, and you had the means to do him in.
Alex: Oh, come on. He was alive when we landed. You have to believe that I did everything I could to ensure that.
Edmund: Lady, I don't believe anything out of your mouth. You've been lying ever since you got off this plane -- who you are, lying about what you are.
Alex: I am his wife.
Edmund: Yeah. Yeah, that you made real clear. And as his wife, you have asserted your rights. You tried to take his body out of the country. You wouldn't let his family and his friends have a final viewing. And, oh, yes, there's that new will, isn't there? No doubt it leaves everything to you. Of course, I have no way of being certain because your supposed solicitor has yet to forward me a copy.
Alex: He will. I told you.
Edmund: No, you told me nothing. I know nothing about you, lady. Nothing except my brother trusted you with his life and now he's dead.
Alex: What are you doing?
Edmund: What I should have done a long time ago. I'm calling Derek Frye. I'm going to have the police investigate my brother's murder.
Alex: No, you can't do that.
Edmund: Why not? Why not?
Alex: All right, I'll tell you.
Edmund: I am really tired of your lies --
Alex: No, you want to know the truth? I'll tell you.