[Knock on door]

Alex: Oh, hello.
Edmund: Uh, it's early. I'll come back later.
Alex: Oh, I've been up for hours. Did you want to come in?
Edmund: Fellow insomniac?
Alex: Yeah. You, too?
Edmund: I haven't had a good night's sleep since Maria died.
Alex: Oh. So it doesn't get any better, then?
Edmund: No. The deeper the love, the deeper the loss. It's hard to just let go.
Alex: Yeah.
Edmund: Listen, Alex, the reason I came by was to apologize. I've been up all night thinking about you and thinking about the way that I've treated you.
Alex: Oh. Well, sometimes death can either bring a family together, or it can tear it apart.
Edmund: Well, the point is, you are family, and my brother wanted me to welcome you into our lives.
Alex: Hmm. If that's not possible --
Edmund: No, I made it impossible. I made it impossible. And I realized last night that we have one thing in common, and that is that we both loved my brother. So I was hoping maybe we could try to find some way to work this out. Maybe take a walk?
Alex: I'd really like that.
Edmund: I'll wait while you change.
Alex: Oh, you mean now? Um -- oh. Well, I won't be a minute.
Edmund: Oh, you finally got the rest of your luggage.
Alex: Yeah.
Edmund: You need a hand?
Alex: No, I can manage. Thank you.

[Edmund looks around the hunting lodge while Alex changes]

Edmund: It's got to be here.

Greenlee: There you are, wild man.
Scott: Hey. Let me give you a hand with those.
Greenlee: That's the least you could do. I mean, we're talking bare minimum. Regardez moi. I can barely walk after yesterday's workout.
Scott: Oh, poor baby.
Greenlee: Poor baby won't be satisfied unless you agree to a rematch. This time, I'll press homecourt advantage.

Millicent: The proceeds from the art fair will benefit runaway teenagers, fund shelters, provide food, medical care, keep the help hotline staffed, etc.
Liza: Well, I'll make sure I get it to Stan Billings. He's the producing the "Community Corner."
Millicent: Well, I hope to see you and Adam there.
Liza: Oh, Millicent, we'll do our best.
Millicent: How's my granddaughter's internship working out?
Liza: Greenlee has a lot of energy.
Millicent: When she chooses to apply it.
Liza: Is she interested in a career in television?
Millicent: The only thing Greenlee's interested in in this station is that good-looking and imminently eligible nephew of yours and Adam's.
Liza: Scott?

Greenlee: The concept of doubles tennis -- a division of labor. You had me running my buns off.
Scott: Trying to keep up with me.
Greenlee: No, stay out of your way -- you were all over the court, a one-man dream team. All I had to do was stand back and savor your performance.
Scott: Even though I left you a cripple?
Greenlee: It's true. My ankle's totally swollen. Here. Feel.
Scott: Oh.
Greenlee: Ow. Ow. Be careful.

David: Hey. I'm not going to ask you what you were dreaming of.
Erica: Oh, I don't mind telling you. It was very tantalizing. It was very juicy.
David: Mmm.
Erica: It was the number-three cheeseburger at McKay's. I'm starving.
David: What a letdown. Come here. Feast on this.
Erica: David. David.

David: What? Erica: As much as I would like to stay, I can't. I -- I have a breakfast meeting --
David: Cancel it. Let me buy you breakfast.
Erica: I thought that we decided that we would keep whatever this is just between us.
David: Naturally. Well, you didn't think we were going to have eggs benedict in the dining room, did you?
Erica: Well, what did you have in mind?
David: Breakfast in bed. Service for one. I don't mind eating with my fingers.
Erica: David.
David: Of course, you'll have to hide in the bathroom when the waiter comes. And you'll have to make sure that you bring all your clothes with you because I'd have a hard time explaining this.
Erica: It's not your color?
David: Not exactly my size. You know, I wouldn't accommodate any woman just like this -- bread crumbs in bed, drinking coffee from the same cup. But I have to be careful not to be seen with you in public.
Erica: You have to be careful not to be seen with me in public?
David: Well, I have my reputation to consider.
Erica: Oh!
David: Imagine how horrified all my adoring fans will be if they find out that I'm carrying on an illicit, passionate whatever it is with the most alluring woman in the whole world.

Waiter: Good morning, Mrs. Cortlandt.
Will you be joining us for breakfast this morning?
Vanessa: Yes, Marc. Table for two. My husband will be joining me shortly. I couldn't help but notice Erica Kane has a reservation.
Marc: Ms. Kane often holds breakfast meetings at the inn.
Vanessa: I also couldn't help but notice who her breakfast companion is. Listen, Marc --
Marc: Yes.
Vanessa: You could make yourself extremely useful.

David: All right. Yeah fine. I'll be there for the consult at 11:00. Uh-huh. Ok. What was that? No, no, you didn't disturb me. I was just sitting here by myself working on my crossword puzzle. That's right. Ok. Bye.
What is a three-letter word for "Wow"? Erica, I'm paying you homage.
Erica: Gee, I thought you were sitting here all by yourself doing a crossword puzzle. Talking to yourself is a very bad habit.
David: Talking to myself. Hey, I'm just playing by your rules. Discretion is the better part of blah, blah.
Erica: Blah, blah?
David: Blah, blah. So, come on. Can't you stay longer?
Erica: No.
David: Why not?
Erica: No, I really can't.
David: Why not?
Erica: Because I can't handle you on an empty stomach. You make me woozy.
David: Oh. The hypoglycemic effects of too much sex. I wonder what the poets would make of that.
Erica: Just don't you tell anybody about whatever this is.
David: I'll see you later.

Millicent: Greenlee's a handful, but she's not without her charms.
Liza: You and your granddaughter are very close.
Millicent: Well, we view life the same way. If we want something, we go after it. You know, Liza, Greenlee reminds me quite a bit of you when you were her age.
Liza: Oh. Me? I was a selfish, conniving monster.
Millicent: Qualities that have served you very well through the years. You didn't get where you are today by kowtowing and toadying. You chartered your course, and you stuck with it. You own your own television station. You're married to one of the richest men in America. Not too shabby, my dear.
Liza: Well, I know there's truth in that, but I'd like to think I've become more human over the years.
Millicent: Oh, Greenlee's still young, impetuous, a free spirit. If she ever harnesses that untamed energy of hers --
Liza: Hmm. What? Watch out, world?
Millicent: Watch out, Scott Chandler. The Greenlee women admire money and power and the men who generate both. Greenlee's not about to let young Chandler get away.

Greenlee: I really should be on crutches.
Scott: Well, maybe you should see a doctor.
Greenlee: Oh, no. An hour in Gran's Jacuzzi would be much more therapeutic.
Scott: I'm sure Liza would let you hook off early.
Greenlee: Well, I don't know if I can drive. Downshifting's pure agony. Well, maybe you could drive me home and join me for a soak in the hot tub.
Scott: Well, I don't have my bathing suit.
Greenlee: You don't need one.

[Becca watches and remembers Myrtle's advise]

Myrtle's voice: Darling, girls like Greenlee are a dime a dozen. All they want is a rich husband with a pedigree. Now, you are special, and so is Scott. Don't you think he deserves better than a snooty, uptown fortune hunter?

Becca: Hey, Scott, are you cutting out early? I thought we were going to view the tapes before we showed them to Tad.
Scott: Right. I wonder if he's still at the editing bay.
Greenlee: Scott, what about my ride?
Scott: Oh. Sorry, Greens. Hey, maybe Eli could give you a lift.
Greenlee: What about my ankle? I mean --
Scott: Hey.
Greenlee: Oh.
Scott: Are you all right?
Greenlee: I -- I think so, but what about these tapes? I can't pick them up by myself.
Scott: Well --
Becca: Well, you know what? Why don't I help Greens, and you can go get the tapes started, and I'll see you in about five minutes.
Scott: Ok, you're on.
Becca: Ok. So, I guess we'd better get stacking.

Alex: Oh, shall we go?
Edmund: Well, you know, I just looked outside and there's a lot of thunderheads out there.
Alex: Oh, I'm English. I'm not afraid of a little rain.
Edmund: How do the English handle lightning? Listen, why don't we just -- we could sit down here. We could still talk.
Alex: Oh. That's all we ever do.
Edmund: Sit. You know, Hemingway said that the trait every good writer must have is a built-in bull detector, so forgive me if I've treated you more like an expose than a sister-in-law.
Alex: I think you were just being protective of your brother.
Edmund: Yeah, but he had his own built-in detector. It was pretty good most of the time.
Alex: Most of the time.
Edmund: People in love do wild and unpredictable things.
Alex: Oh, so you're willing to admit he was in love with me, then?
Edmund: I could hear it in his voice. But you --
Alex: Hmm. I'm the unknown quantity.
Edmund: Yeah, you're a strange one. You know, I tried to look you up on the internet and access your bio, but I was denied entry.
Alex: I told you I like my privacy.
Edmund: Well, I can understand that, but why would you want to be private that you were the neurologist treating my brother? I can understand you want to hide your history with Hayward.
Alex: What difference could it possibly make? Dimitri's gone.
Edmund: You know, sometimes I -- I remember he used to threaten to come back and haunt me. I wish he would so I could ask him.
Alex: What?
Edmund: Who are you?
Alex: I'm sure Hayward painted me in a very unflattering light.
Edmund: I don't trust Hayward, and I like him even less. But the truth is, I know almost nothing about you.

[Alex remembers a conversation with Dimitri]

Dimitri: You know something, you? You have given me a bit of history about yourself, but I don't have any facts, anything that brings us up to date.
Alex: I told you about my mum and dad.
Dimitri: Yes, you told me about your mum and dad, and that you went to medical school. And then you left medicine. What then? What -- what have you been doing for the last 10 years? What?
Alex: I worked for the government for a while.
Dimitri: Ministry of Health?
Alex: Yeah. Something like that. And since then -- well, let's just call them the lost years.

Edmund: Alex?
Alex: Hmm?
Edmund: Where were you?
Alex: Oh. I was just thinking back.
Edmund: Want to take me back there? I'd like to know you like Dimitri knew you.
Alex: I don't think that's possible. I don't think anyone can know me the way he did. We had a very brief time together, but it changed everything for both of us.
Edmund: I understand.
Alex: Oh, do you?
Edmund: Oh, yeah, I do. Hey. Talk to me. Tell me about Alexandra.
Edmund: Uh-huh. Start wherever it's comfortable. How about your first memory?
Alex: Uh -- falling out of my pram when I was about 2. I still have a scar from it. I had three stitches.
Edmund: Doctor did a nice job.
Alex: Yeah, I'm a natural healer.
Edmund: Is that when you decided you wanted to become a doctor?
Alex: No, that was because of my father.

[Alex remember talking to Dimitri about her father]

Alex: My father -- oh. Do you really want to hear the sad tale of Alexandra Devane?
Dimitri: We Americans love to hear this kind of stuff.
Alex: Oh, well, we English -- we don't talk about it.
Dimitri: Uh-huh. Your father?
Alex: Oh, balls. My father -- I adored my father. He was brilliant. He was fabulous. He was kind and funny, and I spent every waking moment of my childhood with him. He was a painter, a naturalist, a raconteur. He was so funny. He was -- I hate this bit. He was afflicted. I suppose that's what you would say. He had this sort of seizure disorder, and he'd go all funny. It was awful. And they could not treat it. And he was humiliated and sad, and he just shut himself away from everyone except mum and me. And we lived in the country, so he could paint and just go for these long walks and be alone. We were miles from anyone. And my mum -- she had to trudge on in to university because she taught math. That's what kept us in bread and butter, you see. And I stayed with my father. And it was wonderful. I mean, don't think that it wasn't. It was just -- anyway, I grew up, and I had to go off and get a proper education. And while I was away, he had the nerve to go and die on me. Not very funny for a funny man. I don't know what this has to do with anything. But I've really been thinking about him today.
Dimitri: I'm so sorry.
Alex: What? About my past? My raison d'etre? Why I became a doctor?
Dimitri: Why it's so hard for you to give me bad news.

Edmund: You lost your father and your husband.
Alex: Yeah. The two men I loved more than anything.

[Edmund remembers David's warning]

David's voice: They say that men are so beguiled by her, so taken that they would do anything, risk anything for her.

Alex: I'm sorry. I can't do this. I'm -- you'll have to excuse me.

Becca: Well, I'm really sorry about your ankle.
Greenlee: I'll live.
Becca: Well, it's a good thing I came along when I did.
Greenlee: Mm-hmm. I can't get over my good fortune.
Becca: Well, I could make a salve that could bring down the swelling.
Greenlee: Thanks. I'll just go home and soak it in my cement pond.
Scott: Ok, Becca, the tape's all cued up and ready to roll.
Becca: Ok, great.
Scott: Greenlee, sorry about your ankle. Guess you better find another tennis partner.
Becca: Bye.

Greenlee: See if I leave you alone in the dark with Rebecca of Sunnybrooke farm.

Liza: Oh. Oh, Greenlee, hi. Can I talk to you in my office just for a minute?

Erica: Opal, hi.
Opal: Hi. Hi, honey. How are you?
Erica: I'm fine. I'm sorry I'm late. There was just so much traffic. I mean, Pine Valley's just become a parking lot.
Opal: That's true.
Erica: So how was Europe?
Opal: Indescribable, it was so fabulous.
Erica: Oh, love your hat.
Opal: Thank you.
Erica: And how's the Glamorama?
Opal: It's going gangbusters.
Erica: Great. Anyone of interest being hung out on the grapevine?
Opal: Well -- um, there's one little piece of gossip, but it can wait. You know, the really big news is that Glamorama is going to be hitching a ride on the info superhighway. We are going to be surfing the net.
Erica: Opal, are you saying --
Opal: Yeah, we're going global. Adrian is helping me put together a web page.
Erica: Opal, that is just wonderful. I can't wait to see it.
Opal: Yeah, I'm sort of imagining the background will be that kicky leopard print, and then for the welcome graphics, we'll have jungle red, just like our best-selling nail polish. Isn't it --
David: Opal. Erica. My, aren't you ladies looking lovely this morning? Enjoy your day.
Opal: Note -- the doctor of demonology is dining all by his lonesome.
Erica: So?
Opal: So that means that the good folks of Pine Valley are giving him a wide berth, thank the Lord. And that includes my best gal pal.
Erica: Well, never mind David. Why don't you tell me about your web site.
Opal: Oh, well, here is the gravy. We want to do a linkup with Enchantment, you know, so we can promote your cosmetics and fragrances right on-line. Adrian's done some rough number-crunching. He figures --

Marc: Mrs. Cortlandt. Mrs. Palmer Cortlandt.
Erica: Opal, you're being paged.
Opal: I heard him.
Erica: Well, you do still go by your married name, don't you?
Marc: Message for Mrs. Palmer Cortlandt
Erica: Opal, what's the matter with you? You're never at a loss for words. Waiter? Waiter? Excuse me. Here is Mrs. Palmer Cortlandt.
Vanessa: Oh. My, playing imposter, are we? Cute. I am Mrs. Palmer Cortlandt.
Waiter: Sorry for the confusion, Mrs. Cortlandt.
Vanessa: Oh, please, don't blame yourself, dear. These things happen. Oh, that sentimental husband of mine.

Erica: Opal, you knew and you didn't tell me.
Opal: Well, I was going to mosey up to it eventually.
Erica: Well, when?
Opal: Well, what's the big deal?
Erica: "What's the big deal?" You and Palmer have been divorced for about three months, and now your little son Petey has a brand-new stepmother who slithered away off the pages of "Grimm's Fairy Tales." I think that's a very big deal.
Opal: Well, Petey is protected. I mean, I got sole custody.
Erica: Oh. Well, that's good. I mean, thank heavens for that. But still and all, I mean, don't you care that Palmer's given his name to this -- this bogus society shrew?
Opal: Oh, let her have his name and the stink that goes with it. From now on, I'm going to be Opal -- I'm going to be -- I'm going to be just Opal. You know, like Cher or Sting.
Erica: Well, I admire your spirit.
Opal: Well, you know, the way I see it, I got two things to live for now -- my boys and my business. And if those two cannibals want to picnic off each other, well, I say let them chow down.

Vanessa: Palmer?
Palmer: Yes?
Vanessa: Oh. You romantic rogue, you. I only just left you in our honeymoon suite, and you send me this passionate billet-doux.
Opal: Billy what?
Erica: Billet-doux. It's French for "love letter." Or "I'm going to throw up," depending on your translation.
Palmer: Vanessa, my darling, your love inspires me to new heights. Please. Having a bit of fun, are we?
Vanessa: Palmer?
Palmer: Hmm?
Vanessa: With you, life is a nonstop funfest.

David: Mother, I would like a word with you -- several words, to be exact, in private.
Vanessa: Oh, but, David, where are your manners? Really, aren't you even going to congratulate us? Well, say hello to your new step-papa.
David: I hope you signed a prenup like the others before you.
Palmer: David, I'm looking forward to getting to know you better.
David: Oh, we could always grab a quick sandwich. The shelf life for mother's husbands depends on how long it takes for her to suck them dry.
Vanessa: All right, David, if you're going to be vulgar, perhaps we should speak in private. Will you excuse me, darling?
Palmer: Don't be too long.
Vanessa: David. Oh. Well, chivalry isn't exactly all dead.
David: Chivalry costs nothing.

Erica: Opal, if you'll excuse me, I am going to go have a word with Palmer.
Opal: Oh, please, just let the rat-infested old dog lie.
Erica: I won't be long.

Liza: Ahem. Greenlee, I like to keep touch with the WRCW. Interns periodically, see what kind of progress they're making. Are you making any?
Greenlee: Excuse me?
Liza: Is your experience here at the station satisfying?
Greenlee: For the most part. I don't see myself doing menial chores forever.
Liza: Well, yeah, yeah. That would be an incredible waste of your talents. How would you like, um, hands-on experience?
Greenlee: Ms. Colby, it's like you read my mind.
Liza: Well, you know, I knew somebody like you one day. They were ambitious and they were driven. You'll go far. In fact, you'll go all the way across town.
Greenlee: I beg your pardon?
Liza: I need this to go to Brooke English at "Tempo" magazine.
Greenlee: I'd love to, but I have something I have to get into the editing bay.
Liza: Right, but Brooke has a deadline.
Greenlee: Right. So do I.
Liza: What was that?
Greenlee: Nothing. Look, could you send Becca?
Liza: Becca? Becca doesn't work here.
Greenlee: Well, I -- I can't drive. I hurt my ankle playing tennis, so --
Liza: Oh. Well, that's too bad. Um, let's see. Oh, wait. Got it right here. Take a cab. Take your time. Actually, why don't you take the rest of the day off. Take care of your ankle.

Alex: Oh, sorry about that.
Edmund: Oh, listen, it's perfectly understandable.
Alex: Well, it certainly the kills conversation.
Edmund: Yeah. Well, we got somewhere. I mean, I feel like I understand you a little bit better.
Alex: Really?
Edmund: Yeah. Listen, I've taken up enough of your time.
Alex: Oh, you have to go?
Edmund: Yeah. Business at the office. We'll do it again?
Alex: Sure.
Edmund: Ok. You take care.
Alex: Mm-hmm.

David: You think you've won, don't you, mother?
Vanessa: Think? I now have money, position, power. And at night, when Palmer reaches for me, I can simply close my eyes and count my millions.
David: I wasn't talking about your love life.
Vanessa: You can't stand it, can you, darling? You tried to run me out of town -- well, starve me out of town, actually. But as usual, I prevailed.
David: Really? And for how long?
Vanessa: The Cortlandt name gives me respect and position.
David: Hmm. Anne Boleyn counted her reign in days. And then it was --
Vanessa: David, I warn you. Don't try to ruin this for me.
David: Oh, you never needed help self-destructing, mother.
Vanessa: Cross me, and I will make certain that your new cardiac wing flies far, far away.
David: I plan to give you a wide berth, mother dear. But you keep in mind that I have a videotaped confession of Donald Steele implicating you. For now, I plan to sit back, watch what happens when Palmer finally tires of your machinations.
Vanessa: Palmer knows me, and he loves me for who I am.
David: "Knows" -- maybe. "Loves" -- you're kidding yourself. Palmer probably married you because he was either bored or he wanted to stick it to Opal or both.
Vanessa: Oh, my darling. You really are jealous.
David: One morning, Palmer is going to wake up, and he's going to look down at the dried piece of parchment lying next to him, and he's going to decide that he's tired of supporting your shopping bill. He'll call Walter Hines, and he'll have you served with divorce papers so fast your head will spin. But you're already used to that -- your head spinning, I mean.
Vanessa: Oh, my darling. You really are so bitter.
David: And don't think that you're going to outsmart Palmer Cortlandt, mother. He happens to be one of the shrewdest businessmen in the world. You'll be lucky if you get out of this marriage with the clothes on your back.
Vanessa: Hmm.
David: Congratulations, mother. You've finally met your match.

Palmer: Erica. You've come by to congratulate me.
Erica: No, I've come to see if you're completely deranged.
Palmer: Now, now, Erica. Can't you find it in your heart to be just the least bit happy for me?
Erica: Happy?
Palmer: Mm-hmm.
Erica: Palmer, how could you do that to Opal?
Palmer: Opal? That harpy hates me.
Erica: And Vanessa loves you? Are you kidding? Do you love her?
Palmer: Of course not.
Erica: Well, then why on earth did you marry her?
Palmer: I have my reasons.
Erica: Well, I'd like to know what they are.
Palmer: Comfort. Companionship.
Erica: Oh, Palmer. For heaven's sakes, you could have bought yourself a cocker spaniel. Palmer, I am really concerned about you.
Palmer: Oh, no, Erica. You know, when you get to be my age and you're lucky enough to find someone that makes you feel vital and alive -- you see, Vanessa is just the right tonic for me.
Erica: Well, Vanessa Bennett tried to ruin my life, inside and out. Where is your loyalty? I mean, doesn't friendship mean anything to you?
Palmer: It means everything to me.
Erica: Well, I find that very hard to believe under the circumstances. And you -- you were always my champion.
Palmer: And you were always mine. I would have lost the business if it hadn't been for you -- the business that I built from the ground up.
Erica: Well, you know what? Businesses can always be rebuilt, but friendships can be damaged beyond repair, Palmer.
Palmer: Ours will endure.
Erica: I'm not so sure about that. I'm not so sure that you will even be welcome in my home as long as you are married to that Vanessa Bennett woman.
Vanessa: Oh, Erica, darling. May I please put to rest any fears you might have? You know, I have no intention whatsoever of interfering with my husband's old friends. If I'm not welcome in your home, then -- well, Palmer and I will just build a home of our own. What do you think, Palmer?
Palmer: A capital idea.
Vanessa: We could build on that vacant hill right above your house. As a matter of fact, we could just holler down and ask each other over for iced tea, or maybe a communal driveway. We could walk down and get the mail together. What do you think?
Palmer: Bad girl.

Scott: So -- give it to me straight.
Becca: Well, you've got great footage.
Scott: It's rough.
Becca: But it's real.
Scott: You think Tad'll go for it?
Becca: I guess we'll have to see, huh?
Scott: Becca, I owe you so much. I mean, the whole idea was yours.
Becca: No, I didn't do anything. It was your idea. You got the equipment. You got the financial backing. I was just here to help.
Scott: What I led best was how we were both going for the same thing, seeing things the same way. That was a first for me.
Becca: Yeah. Me, too. I guess it's almost over, though, huh?
Scott: It doesn't have to be.
Becca: It doesn't?
Scott: No.
[Scott kisses Becca while Greenlee watches]

Erica: Oh. Hi.
Opal: So -- what did the old geezer have to say for his sorry self?
Erica: Oh, nothing, nothing at all. Nothing worth repeating.
Opal: Yeah, sure. You know, it's funny, but to look at him now, I can hardly remember what I ever saw in the guy.
Erica: Still, opal, I know it must hurt to see him with another woman. I mean, especially somebody like Vanessa Bennett.
Opal: You know something? I think it's time that I showed palmer that this magnolia has a stem of steel.
Erica: Opal, I love your style.
Opal: I mean, if he wants to waste his life on some money-grubbing fortune hunter, I mean -- heck, let him waste it. As for me, I'm going to party down.

Palmer: And what shall we drink to, my dear?
Vanessa: Oh -- us.
Palmer: Who else?

Edmund I need your help.
David: Well, you must be desperate. I thought you didn't trust me.
Edmund: Well, I trust my sister-in-law even less. And I think you do, too.
David: How can I be of service?
Edmund: I need this analyzed.
David: What exactly are we looking for?
Edmund: Proof that Alexandra Devane murdered my brother.