Marilyn: You dropped this, Stuart.
Stuart: Oh -- sorry, Marilyn. I -- I just can't draw.
Marilyn: Look, it's so beautiful, though.
Stuart: No, no, it's bad. It's --
Marilyn: No, you're awfully hard on yourself.
Stuart: Look at it -- her. I can't see her face. I can't -- I try to draw it freehand, but I can't get the sense of -- oh. Oh, Marilyn, would you -- would you mind coming over here for just a minute? Sit right there.
Marilyn: Oh, no.
Stuart: Yes.
Marilyn: No, you're not doing what I think you're doing.
Stuart: Well, sure I am. Ok. Ok. With a real queen of hearts, maybe I can figure out how to draw her.
Esther: No.

[Knock on door]

Marian: Oh, Opal.
Opal: Marian. Hi, honey. How are you? You remember Frederick, don't you?
Marian: Oh, yes, of course. Hello, Frederick.
Frederick: Mrs. Chandler.
Opal: Yes, well, I'm sorry I didn't call first, honey, but I just had this brainstorm. And I just figured -- well, this can't wait. You know, Marian cannot wait.
Marian: Can't wait for what?
Opal: Well, Frederick here is --
Marian: I know that Frederick is a psychic.
Opal: Yeah.
Marian: Oh, Opal, I know you mean well, but --
Opal: Now, listen, before you go saying no without even trying, listen to me, Marian. You are the one who said that you heard Stuart's voice the other day at the gallery, right? Well, that is a sign, honey. Stuart's trying to contact you from the other side. Don't you think that we should be paying attention?

Edmund: Ryan, I appreciate you showing up on such short notice.
Ryan: No problem, Edmund. You know that. Anytime.
Edmund: Listen, you're on a list of people that Derek wants to see. He's going to come on by. But just so you know, everyone on the list knows about Guy's body.

[Footsteps]

Edmund: Hey.
Alex: Yeah.
Edmund: You sure you're ready for this?
Alex: Sure. I mean, if everyone just tells the truth --

[Doorbell rings]

Alex: I'm going to let him in.
Derek: Alex.
Alex: Hi.
Derek: Edmund.
Edmund: Hey, Derek. Nice to see you.
Derek: Thank you folks for being here.
Gillian: Did you find out what happened?
Eugenia: Yes, who took the body? Why?
Alex: First of all, I want to make sure that no one here is implicated in any way --
Derek: For what?
Alex: For what?
Derek: Yeah. One of the things I need to conduct an investigation for a fatal shooting is evidence. You know, blood, signs of a struggle, a body.
Edmund: Your men didn't turn up anything?
Derek: You keep a very nice home here, Alex. That's what my people discovered when they scoured your house.
Alex: Derek, I shot guy in the living room of the lodge. He collapsed in front of me.
Gillian: Ryan had to move his body to the closet.
Ryan: Believe me, Derek, there was a dead body.
Derek: Yeah, well, there isn't one now. And there's no evidence that there ever was any. Which leads me to my next question. Which one of y'all is going to tell me what the hell is going on here?

Quinn: Everything all right in here?
Charlotte: Yes, thank you, Quinn, very much. You may go now. Mr. Marick needs some time alone. He's had some upsetting news.

Charlotte: I know how you feel. The last thing on earth I would have expected was for my daughter to fall in love with her husband's brother. But they were here with me. Moonlight walks in the garden, furtive whispers in the night as they would tiptoe past my bedroom door to each other's rooms. It was quite romantic if one is inclined that way. And they were -- or they are. You see, Edmund and Alexandra were drawn to each other by their grief over your loss. But all they see now is each other. And you, I'm afraid, are a distant, forgotten memory.

Ryan: I'm telling you, Derek, I dragged guy's body across the floor and put it in the closet myself.
Eugenia: Yes, it is true, and he was very, very cold.
Gillian: He had to put it back --
Alex: I shot him, Derek.
Edmund: It was in self-defense.
Derek: Look, slow down. Slow down, everybody. I got each of your statements, and they all match up. You both said you spent the night at the lodge, so the body couldn't have been removed then.
Ryan: I spent the night on the couch directly in front of the closet, Derek.
Gillian: I was in the other room.
Eugenia: Oh, no one would think otherwise.
Edmund: Ryan, was there ever a time that both of you were away from the lodge?
Ryan: Just when I went to get Derek.
Gillian: And had to go up to the main house for just a short moment.
Edmund: Ok, ok. So then they were obviously monitoring the place. And when they were both gone, they moved the body.
Derek: Edmund, I want you to put yourself in my place for just a minute, ok? I got five people -- five people here -- that they say they saw a dead man. Yet I have no body. What would you think?
Edmund: To tell you the truth, before I went to Wales and experienced what a full-scale cover-up was, I'd be skeptical, too. I'm telling you, these guys are good. They can clean up a 200-pound body in blood, no problem. When Alex and I were at Bryn Wydd --
Derek: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, Bryn Wydd. That mysterious hospital that burned to the ground, the front for the international terrorist group that just happened to go up in smoke after they were found out by you and Alex.
Alex: I know that this sounds unbelievable, Derek --
Derek: No, Alex, this is unbelievable. I checked that place out. Every call I made, every favor I called in to every contact I had abroad, told me that that place, that hospital Bryn Wydd, had a solid medical reputation. Yet you folks want to tell me otherwise.
Alex: Just a minute. I'm a doctor, for heaven's sake. Why would I make any of this up? I have been searching for answers to questions about myself for months. And now I leave my family with the body of a man who tried to kill me I involve the people that I love. And why would I risk my own reputation by fabricating a story about a hospital, in Wales of all places, and a shooting in my own front room?
Edmund: Alex, it's all right.
Alex: No, it's not all right. Why would I go around saying that I had shot a man if, indeed, I had not?
Derek: Well, that is what I am trying to find out!
Edmund: All right, that's it! This is over right now.

Marian: Look, Frederick, I know you're very serious about your --
Opal: He is very serious, and he's very good, Marian. Frederick got me a meeting with Patsy.
Marian: Patsy?
Opal: Cline. Oh, now, that's not important. What is important is you and sweet Stuart. And if he's trying to tune you in from heaven and you're not quite getting the signal --
Marian: Look, darling, I know you mean well, but this really isn't for me, ok?
Frederick: Marian, it's fine. We'll go.
Opal: No, no, no, Frederick. Now, just hold your horses. My friend here is in a lot of pain. She has a bad broken heart. And I am not going to leave her high and dry when I have got the water in the desert. It's you, Frederick. You are her oasis. You told me that you can talk to anybody from the great beyond, right?
Frederick: Well, yes, if everyone's willing. Otherwise, there's really no point.
Marian: Look, really, I hate to be rude. Why don't I make us some coffee, and then we can all sit around and talk about something else.
Opal: Marian, I cannot drink coffee at this hour of the night. I'll be up talking to myself till dawn.
Frederick: You'd be able to sleep if Marian made you some of her Savannah peach tea.
Marian: What did you just say?
Frederick: Herbal tea won't keep you up, and that peach brew is awfully refreshing.
Marian: A friend of mine from Savannah sent me a tin of peach tea today.
Opal: Oh, saints preserve us!
Frederick: Well, it's quite nice, even on a warm night like tonight, huh? Oh -- you should call Bootsey, by the way.
Marian: Oh, my God.
Frederick: You might want to tell her to stay away from the crab cakes at her niece's wedding tomorrow or she'll be spending the night -- well, I don't mean to be indelicate, but Madison's fish market isn't what it used to be.
Marian: I think I'm going to faint.
Opal: Oh, now, honey, no. We haven't got time for fainting because we have got a séance to run. Look, I'm not trying to be morbid here.
Marian: I know. I know you're not. Opal, look, if -- if we try this and I --
Frederick: No, no. No. Anytime you feel uncomfortable, you just let me know. We'll stop, ok?
Marian: Ok. All right. Ok, what do we do?
Frederick: Well, may I have something of your late husband's? A photograph, perhaps?
Marian: Is this all right?
Frederick: Yes. Yes, I think so. Shall we begin?
Marian: Well, shouldn't we dim the lights or something?
Opal: No, no, no. That's just in the movies, honey. Here, you sit right over here, ok? I'm an old hand at this.
Frederick: Now everyone -- everyone relax. Take a deep breath. In. Out. Close your eyes. And just listen. Stuart? Stuart Chandler? Stuart Chandler, can you hear me?
Marian: Stuart? Darling, it's me, Marian.

Stuart: Marian. Problem?
Marilyn: Stuart, you called me Marian again.
Stuart: Oh, no, it wasn't you, Marilyn. It was if someone just spoke to me.
Esther: Don't confuse him, Marilyn.
Marilyn: I'm not, Esther. It's just that this guy lost his memory and he's called me Marian, like, three times already.
Esther: He didn't say Marian.
Marilyn: The hell he didn't. Look, Esther, this Marian's got to be someone from his past, someone that he knows.
Esther: No, he doesn't know any Marian ever. I should know.
Marilyn: Oh, you should, huh? Well, tell me something. Why is it that you're trying to think for this poor guy?
Esther: I don't. I mean, it's just I know because I'm his wife and everything --
Marilyn: You're all over him, Esther. God, let the guy speak, for Pete's sake. Stuart, who is Marian?
Stuart: Oh, I -- I don't know. I don't know. I -- I -- I don't know anybody named Marian. Esther's right.
Esther: See?
Marilyn: Stuart, you have amnesia. You don't know what you don't know.
Stuart: What?
Esther: Marilyn, don't confuse him. It's not fair.
Marilyn: You're the one that won't let him have a complete thought without telling him what he's supposed to think. Look, if you can't remember anything about your past, how can you remember if you know anyone named Marian?
Stuart: I can't, I guess. I -- guess I can't.
Marilyn: Stuart, think. Think hard. Because if you can remember who this Marian is, maybe you can remember all the other things you forgot.

Marian: Is Stuart here, Frederick?
Opal: Marian, honey, chill. Just don't push the guy, ok? He's got to work at his own pace. The spirit world, you know, uses a different time clock than we do down here. Infinity is way different. You'll see.
Marian: Oh, Opal, I don't know what I'm doing.
Opal: Now, don't be afraid, honey. It's a great gift that we got Frederick here with us. Just don't be afraid.
Frederick: Stuart, please answer. We'd really like to talk to you. Don't be afraid.
Marian: Oh, Stuart.
Frederick: Marian is here with me, and she misses you so much. I can help you talk to her. I can help you let her know you're all right.
Frederick: I'm here. Talk to me.

Alex: What are you doing? I mean, what, we're supposed to throw up our hands and pretend that none of this has happened?
Edmund: Alex, we have no evidence. We're going to have to let this go. We got no proof. We have no body.
Alex: Ok, so the lieutenant goes back to his office and he ponders whether we're all having a good laugh about mind control and dead bodies at the expense of the Pine Valley P.D. Is that what you want?
Edmund: He's not going to believe us.
Alex: That's really nice.
Edmund: We have to let this go for now. Ok?

Edmund: Derek, we've known each other a long time.
Derek: Yes, we have.
Edmund: Ok. And you know I make my reputation as a reporter that's based facts, not fiction. And Alex is a scientist. We don't rely on evidence. It's a necessity. You know that.
Derek: I also know that none of this is adding up.
Edmund: Doesn't add up to me, either, to tell you the truth. But let me ask you this -- do you really believe that everyone in this room is lying about what they saw?
Derek: No. But nobody has been able to explain it to me, either. I'm going to keep this case open. But I have got to tell you, Edmund, I have got to be honest -- I just don't know where this is going to end up. Nobody has been able to give me answers now, and there is a good chance that nobody's going to be able to find any anytime soon.

Charlotte: In the morning, they would go into the garden holding hands. I would go to their room and see the bed that they had spent the night in. No mistaking what had happened there. My daughter tried to be discreet. But as you know, she's a very passionate woman, very physical, very verbal. Quite a picture, isn't it? Your beloved, grieving wife rediscovering passion in the bed of the man that she and you trusted with your life and hers. Listen, Dimitri. Can you hear the sounds of their lovemaking echoing through the house, through the night? Do you think that this is a payback from Edmund for what you did to him? You made love to Maria, and now Edmund's doing the same to your wife.

[Charlotte screams]

[Glass breaks]

[Dimitri grabs Charlotte by the throat]

Charlotte: You've regained some of your strength.
Dimitri: Maria and I thought that we'd lost everything in life that mattered. And you throw that in my face. You tell me that Edmund is taking revenge on his dead brother with my wife!
Charlotte: Who could blame them? Thrown together by circumstance, rejuvenated by lust.
Dimitri: You want me to believe that I have nothing to live for. Do you really think that I am that vulnerable, that weak? I know my brother and my wife. And I know what a damned filthy liar you are!

Alex: So we'd all like to thank you for going above and beyond with your additional research and investigation.
Edmund: We'll solve this together, Derek.
Derek: I know you are worried about Alex's safety, Edmund. But I simply don't have the manpower to put somebody on her 24/7.
Edmund: Well, I'm taking care of that myself. She's going to be moving up to the main house, and I'll be responsible for her safety.
Alex: I haven't made up my mind about that yet.
Edmund: She'll be safe.
Gillian: And then she has all of us to check up on her, too, so --
Edmund: I'll walk you out, Derek.
Derek: Right. If anything else happens --
Eugenia: Oh, we shan't hesitate to call you, lieutenant.
Derek: That would be a good thing. Good night.

Ryan: Alex, you know, not that it's any of my business because it really isn't, but maybe Edmund's right. Maybe you ought to stay here while this is all going on.
Alex: Oh, yeah, I am. I'm going to consider it. Thank you.
Ryan: Yeah. Ok.
Alex: Oh, hi, Adrian.
Adrian: Hey, listen, I passed Derek on the way in. You guys want to bring me up to speed?
Edmund: I'll fill you in in the study. Shall we? Ok? Everyone, thank you. Talk to you later.
Ryan: If there's anything else you need, just let me know.
Edmund: Ryan, thanks, I will.
Ryan: Ok.

Eugenia: Um -- I'm going to bed. I don't want to hear anything or see anything that I shouldn't.
Gillian: Thank you, Grandmama.
Eugenia: Good night. Be careful.
Gillian: Ryan, we can't. There are little eyes and ears.
Ryan: You mean Maddie and Sammie?
Gillian: Mm-hmm, yeah.
Ryan: It's tough enough to stay away from you, but to be this close to you and not touch you, Gillian -- we need a place.
Gillian: Ryan, not yet.
Ryan: No, no, I mean a place just for you and me, a secret place. When I drove in here, I saw that tower on the far end of the property. It looked like nobody's been there in years.
Gillian: Nobody has been there in years. I heard that Hugo used to use it for trysts.
Ryan: Hmm. Well, don't you think that Hugo maybe had a good thing going?
Gillian: You mean for us?
Ryan: Why don't you meet me there in 30 minutes. I'll be waiting.
Gillian: Ok.
Ryan: Give me a head start, ok, so nobody suspects anything.
Gillian: Yeah.

Stuart: Marilyn, you really think that I keep saying her name because I knew somebody named Marian?
Esther: But you don't, Stuart.
Marilyn: Jeez, Esther, it's like you're trying to hide something from him.
Stuart: Oh, no, Esther wouldn't -- Esther?
Esther: You know, it's not fair. I mean, I know everybody that you knew. And Marilyn is wrong to think that there's some kind of a clue in a name. I mean, you may have lost your memory, but I haven't. And there just isn't a Marian, and that's all there is to say.
Stuart: Esther must be right, Marilyn. She's always right before. She told me lots of things about who I was before, and -- and why would she leave this out?
Marilyn: Well, maybe Esther doesn't know all there is to know.
Esther: What?
Marilyn: Maybe Marian is someone from Stuart's past, someone that he knew before he knew you, Esther.
Esther: Marilyn, will you please just leave Stuart alone?

Marian: Frederick, is it Stuart? Are you talking to Stuart?
Frederick: No. No, it's -- it's someone else. A female presence.
Opal: Well, tune her out, Freddie, or tell her to go get Stuart. Well, unless it's Patsy again for me.
Frederick: She's not talking yet, but she's right here. I sense a maternal -- she's not Stuart's mother, though. No. No, no, she's too young. Her name, it's -- it's something like Sandy. No. Sydney.
Marian: Oh, my God.
Frederick: Cindy. Did Stuart know someone named Cindy?
Marian: His wife who died a long time ago -- her name was Cindy.
Frederick: She has something to tell us.
Marian: She's here? Cindy's here?
Frederick: Yes.
Marian: She was Scott's mother. And when she died, Stuart adopted him.

Cindy: We were so happy together.

Frederick: Scott is their son?
Marian: Yes. Oh, Opal.

Cindy: Marian, Stuart isn't with me.

Marian: Frederick, please.

Cindy: You have to listen. I haven't seen him.

Marian: Why is Cindy here? Where's Stuart?
Frederick: Wait, wait. What do you mean?
Opal: Hold on to your hat, Marian. This is it.
Frederick: Tell me, Cindy. She can't hear you. Tell me.

Cindy: She's looking in the wrong place. Make her understand before it's too late.
Frederick: Too late? For what?

Marian: Oh --

Cindy: She has to open her eyes to the truth.

Frederick: I understand. Mr. Chandler is not with Cindy because he's not there with her. Do you understand?
Marian: No, I don't understand. Why isn't he there with her?
Frederick: All I know is that Cindy said you're looking in the wrong place, you have to open your eyes and see.
Marian: See what? Oh, my God, just get out of here, you horrible man.
Opal: Marian, no!
Marian: How can you do this? How can you hurt people like this? Now, just because I'm grieving you think I would buy this charade? Just get out of here. Just take your lies and get out of my house. Now!

Stuart: Ladies, you don't need to fight about this. Esther, Marilyn was just trying to help. You don't need to yell at her.
Marilyn: No, I don't think Esther wants me to help. I got to go do inventory anyway.
Stuart: Please, please don't. All the family and friends I have in the world are right here in this room. And I just don't want you to fight. Why don't I make us -- go in the kitchen, make us a nice, big glass of chocolate milk. That always makes me feel better. I just remembered something about me. Ok? Be right back. Ta-da

Esther: Why are you staring at me like that?
Marilyn: That's an awfully short leash you keep Stuart on, Esther.
Esther: I don't.
Marilyn: Here's something my mama used to say to my daddy before she died -- "you hold too tight to the people you love, you just might squeeze all the life out of them." That's what she used to say, Esther. Are you trying to squeeze whatever life Stuart has out of him?

Adrian: I would say we're off to a good start. I'll take all the information about your time spent in Wales and see if I can dig up anything concrete.
Alex: Well, according to Derek, there's nothing to dig up.
Adrian: Well, Derek isn't me.
Alex: Ok, then.
Edmund: They blew up the hospital, Adrian. That's one hell of a cover-up.
Adrian: Well, it's also a very classic subversive action. I know what I'm looking for. I just need a little bit more time. The question is, why did they just let you and Alex walk away?
Edmund: Did they?
Adrian: My point exactly.
Alex: You mean it wasn't an accident that we escaped?
Adrian: Alex, given what these people have pulled off so far, I wouldn't take it for granted that they just let you and Edmund live.
Edmund: Hmm. Wouldn't they do that only if they had something on us?
Adrian: Well, it's possible that the information is so valuable that they realize once you've learned of it you'd have them by the throat. Any idea what that could be?

Charlotte: Do not damage the goods, gentlemen. Mr. Marick might be quite useful

to us after all. Marian: You are taking advantage of people's grief.
Opal: Marian! Frederick isn't like that at all. Are you, Freddie?
Frederick: I don't need to defend myself. I told you everything Cindy said to me.
Marian: Just stop saying that.
Frederick: No, I gave you the communication. Now it is up to you to decide whether you choose to believe it or not. I'm sorry for your grief, and I'm sorry for your feelings about --
Marian: Get out of here. Just get out of here.
Frederick: But just so you know, you're making a terrible mistake if you don't pay attention to Cindy's advice. You're looking in the wrong place.
Marian: Just go. How could you bring that con man into my home?
Opal: I thought I was helping you, Marian.
Marian: He's awful, saying such terrible things to somebody who just lost someone that they loved. I suppose you told Freddie all about Cindy as well, huh?
Opal: Marian, of course not. I would never do that.
Marian: Maybe he's just craftier than he seems.
Opal: Or maybe -- honey, maybe you're not quite ready to hear what he has to say. And that's ok, too.
Marian: How could I be ready to hear what he had to say? Telling me that where Cindy is is not where Stuart's gone? I wanted to believe that Stuart was here with me. I wanted to feel that he was here with me.
Opal: I know. I know, honey. I know.
Marian: I wanted to -- to feel his presence here in this house. I wanted to hear his laughter come into the room before he did. And I wanted to feel his sweet face next to mine and his warm breath on my neck and hear him whispering in my ear that he would love me forever. I just wanted -- I wanted my Stuart back again.
Opal: I know.
Marian: I want him back again, please.

Esther: You don't know me, Marilyn.
Marilyn: You got that right.
Esther: If you did, you'd know that I would never do that to Stuart.
Marilyn: What, suffocate your husband?
Esther: No, I don't do that to him.
Marilyn: Then why do you act like a chicken with an ax over its head every time that poor guy gets a twinge of something from his past? Are you trying to hide something from him?
Esther: No.
Marilyn: Then why don't you let him find things out on his own, when it comes to him? Here he comes.

Stuart: Cool, fresh glass of chocolate milk. Here we go. While I was stirring it, I got this feeling. I don't want to give up on that drawing.
Marilyn: Good for you, Stuart.
Stuart: See if I can get inspired.
Marilyn: Did he always look like that when he was drawing before? Esther
Marilyn: He looks pretty happy to me. Maybe he's remembering something. Wouldn't that be swell?
Stuart: Look, ladies -- look. Something's different.
Marilyn: Oh! You really are good.
Stuart: Yeah, I am, aren't I?
Esther: You shouldn't build him up like that, Marilyn. He'll just be more disappointed later.
Marilyn: Disappointed in what? For God's sakes, this guy hasn't been this happy since you two landed here.
Esther: I just want you to stay out of it, ok?
Marilyn: What is with you, Esther? The guy used to be an artist. Now he's getting back to that. Most wives would be pretty thrilled with this kind of change. But look at you. You seem as though you don't even care that your husband's getting back to his old self. What's up with that?

Ryan: When I can tell the world how much I love you, I am going to shout it from the top of this tower. But for now, we have this place to be alone.

Edmund: Adrian, you'll call us if anything comes up in your search?
Adrian: You will be the first to know.
Edmund: Thanks.
Adrian: You know, come to think of it, I did come across something else when I was on the net today. I don't know how significant it was. It's just a name.
Edmund: What was it?
Adrian: Anna Devane.

Charlotte: What a trying day it's been for you, Dimitri. You must be exhausted. Having to learn so many deeply troubling things about ones you love. It's enough to make one sick. Sicker.
Dimitri: Burn in hell, bitch.
Charlotte: Perhaps. I'll take my chance.
Dimitri: As far as I'm concerned, I don't even know if my brother is alive.
Charlotte: Oh, yes. Yes, he's very much alive. In fact, in America right now, it's bedtime. Oh, one can only imagine what Alexandra and Edmund are doing right now as we speak. Oh, Dimitri, is your ego so easily bruised? I mean, for heaven's sakes, she thinks you're drowned. Your brother has so many of the same qualities that drew Alexandra to you in the first place. Isn't it natural that she would be attracted to someone younger and much healthier and much more alive than you, dear? Well, that should give you something to dream about. Never let it be said that I let my charges get bored. Good night, Dimitri.

Dimitri's voice: You take care of her.
Edmund: Who, Alex? Hey, you know, she's incredible. She's brilliant. And she's honorable, by the way. She kept your promise. I found out. She didn't break it.
Dimitri: She loves me.
Edmund: Yeah, well, you're a lucky man.
Dimitri: Promise me. This will be hard for her.

Alex: Edmund just left. Dimitri: You take care of him, Alex.
Alex: I think I have enough on my plate taking care of you, thank you very much.
Dimitri: He's been sad man long time.
Alex: I know.


ON THE NEXT - - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

Leo: Come on, join the party.

Brooke: Surprise!
Gillian: Whoo!

Arlene: When are you going to act like the man you used to be?

Dimitri: All I want is to regain my freedom.

Adrian: Anna Devane is dead.