Bianca: Hey, Mom.
Erica: Hi, Sweetheart.
Bianca: Is that Greenlee's portfolio?
Erica: Yeah, it is.
Bianca: Wow. Hope she could spare the five minutes it took to throw it together.
Erica: I know. It's very, very amateurish and very slapdash. It's also brazen and brassy.
Bianca: This is a good thing? Mom, Greenlee is a film school dropout.
Erica: Then there's her nose.
Bianca: Her nose?
Erica: Yes. She's got a very very sensitive nose for fragrance. She actually named 32 out of the 35 ingredients in our best-selling fragrance.
Bianca: Only 32?
Erica: She knows her florals from her spices and her woodland scents. But the most impressive thing is that she can tell a top note from a bottom note without batting an eyelash. So I guess I'm lucky she came to me before she went shopping around to the other big cosmetic companies.
Bianca: Mom, you're not seriously thinking of hiring Greenlee Smythe to work Enchantment, are you?
Erica: Thinking of hiring her? No. She's hired.

[Music plays]

[Applause]

Jake: I'm not used to such public displays of affection.
Greenlee: This is momentous. Erica Kane has hired me, Greenlee Smythe, as a junior exec.
Jake: Yeah, yeah, yeah. So what's the catch?
Greenlee: No catch. I'm the hottest commodity since kiss-proof lipstick.
Jake: But you know zip about the cosmetics business.
Greenlee: Are you kidding? I can transform my look from daytime to evening with a wave of my mascara.
Jake: Greenlee, look. You have no experience.
Greenlee: I've got something better -- instinct and a ripping sense of smell.
Jake: Why would Erica Kane take a chance on a total unknown? Answer that one for me.
Greenlee: Because she has an unerring eye for talent. Of course, I'll be starting on a trial basis, but I'm going to wow La Kane with my genius.
Jake: All right, but -- so, what if your performance is less than stellar?
Greenlee: You know, Jake, you can be a real wet blanket.
Jake: I'm just looking at the big picture.
Greenlee: No. You look at the world through the wrong end of the telescope. My vision is larger than life. I know what I want, and I go after it.
Jake: Well, that doesn't change the fact that you blackmailed your new boss' daughter.
Greenlee: That is so yesterday.
Jake: You think Erica's just going to forget about that?
Greenlee: You know, one of the seven secrets of successful people is that they don't live in the past.
Jake: No, I think Erica's the kind of person that's going to hold a grudge until she got even.
Greenlee: Shows how little you know. Erica's a savvy businesswoman, and she's not going to let her personal feelings cloud her judgment. If she can get past the details and recognize my true potential, why can't you?

Brooke: Laura, just -- Honey? Just calm down, all right? Just -- just slow down.
Laura: It's not here. The dry cleaning, Mom -- the guy didn't come. What do I do?
Brooke: I'll -- stop, all right? I will call the dry cleaners, and I'll see if they're still open. Ok?

Leo: Laura, you sure you're up for tonight?
Laura: Hey, listen, du Pres, you're not backing out on me now, are you?
Leo: No, I'm not backing out.
Laura: I mean, I know it's just a lame high school spring dance.
Leo: Yeah, but we're going to have a great time. I just -- I just don't want you to --
Laura: What? Drop dead on the gym floor?
Leo: No, I just don't want you to overdo it, ok?
Laura: All slow songs, I promise. And it's very sweet of you to take me tonight.
Leo: I wanted to.
Laura: Tonight's a memory I'll -- a memory I'll give to my mother. This is how I want her to remember me -- happy. And I am happy.
Leo: Me, too, Laura.
Laura: So we'll kick off our street shoes.
Leo: Drink the sugary strawberry stuff.
Laura: And dance around a disco ball.
Leo: It wouldn't be a school dance without one.

Brooke: Look what I found hanging on the back door.
Laura: Oh, yes! Mom, thank you.
Brooke: All right, listen -- why don't you put it on down here in the guest bedroom, ok?
Laura: It's ok. I'll take the stairs slowly, one at a time.

Brooke: What did you mean earlier at the hospital?
Leo: I'm sorry?
Brooke: What did you mean when you said that Laura should go to the dance, that she should have the chance-of-a-lifetime opportunity?
Leo: Well, I thought that Laura would really want to go.
Brooke: You know, don't you? Who told you?
Leo: I had a hunch, and David confirmed it.
Brooke: David told you?
Leo: Actually, I -- I tricked him into it.
Brooke: Leo, you didn't say anything to her? My daughter doesn't know how -- how sick she really is?

Anna: Please stop.
Dimitri: Let her go! Let her go!
Anna: Don't make a scene. They'll throw us out.
Boy: It's mine! Give it to me!
Dimitri: Are you all right? Are you?
Anna: Yeah. You can talk.
Anna: Keep an eye out for the guard.
Dimitri: Who the hell are you?
Edmund: What's with the silent treatment, huh? All this time you could talk?
Dimitri: Yeah, what do you want from us?
Boy: Where'd you get that?
Anna: It was in a box of photographs my daughter was keeping. How could this possibly be yours?
Boy: It was my mother's.
Anna: This ring belonged to your mother? But it's a man's ring. It was probably my father's. The initials on it are TJD -- Thomas John Devane. How did your mother come to have it?
Dimitri: All right, you know what? Forget the damn ring, all right? Who are you working for?
Anna: Stop it, stop it.
Edmund: All right. Were you sent here?
Dimitri: Yeah, are you one of Charlotte's people?
Anna: Stop it.
Dimitri: Yeah, I hope you like it in jail, man, because you're going to stay here for a long time until we get some answers.
Anna: No, don't! Don't! You're upsetting him!
Dimitri: I'm upsetting him? He's a paid assassin. He was sent here to ki
ll you.
Boy: No, I'm not! Anna: Guard? Guard?
Guard: Is everything all right?
Anna: Open the cell and bring him out.

Leo: Why would I tell Laura how sick she is?
Brooke: Listen. Promise me, all right, that you will not say anything.
Leo: No, no, no. I hate being the bearer of bad news.
Brooke: Well, the good news is that she's on a list for a -- for a heart transplant.
Leo: That's great.
Brooke: Any day the phone will ring and she'll get a heart.
Leo: Hmm.
Brooke: And she'll live a long and happy life.
Leo: That's got to be a huge relief.
Brooke: You can't imagine. Did Laura ever tell you how we met?
Leo: No.
Brooke: We met in the park, actually. She was going through the trash. She was looking for something to eat, and I bought her an ice cream cone -- which she ate in two gulps. She couldn't thank me because she was so proud.
Leo: Huh. Laura living in the streets, eating out of a trash can -- that's hard to believe.
Brooke: Well, her mom had just died in a fire in an SRO where they had been living. And she didn't have anybody to take her in. You know what she had? She had a post card that a neighbor had given her with a picture of Pine Valley on it.
Leo: Laura came to Pine Valley because of a post card?
Brooke: Yeah. She was trying to cope with the loss of her mom. And I had this big hole in my life, you know, from losing my daughter. And there she was. She was this teenage-- you know, this lost, angry young woman. And she said her name was Laura. It was like a gift to me, Leo. It was like she came into my life and she made me realize that the love I had for my daughter I could give to somebody else. I gave Laura a home, and she gave me everything.
Leo: It isn't fair, Laura being sick. It isn't fair for either one of you.
Brooke: No, it's not.
Leo: I'm really sorry, Brooke. I'm really sorry.
Brooke: Now that you understand how much she means to me, you can understand why I'm changing my mind. I can't let you take Laura to the dance tonight.

Bianca: Mom, you hired Greenlee Smythe to work at Enchantment?
Erica: Sweetheart, I did it partly for you.
Bianca: Me?
Erica: To protect you. Because Greenlee Smythe is obviously up to something.
Bianca: She only comes after me if I'm in the way of whatever she wants.
Erica: Yeah, well, I know what she wants. And last week it was Leo, and last night she picked a fight with me BJ's and then turned around and came crawling to me, begging me to take her on at Enchantment.
Bianca: Well, you better watch out. She might use the lab to blow up the world.
Erica: No, no, no. Don't you worry. I am very well-prepared for whatever Greenlee Smythe has in mind.
Bianca: Mom, why take a chance? Just call her and tell her she's fired.
Erica: Well, Honey, then I wouldn't know what she's plotting. Do you remember I told you about keeping your enemies close? Well, Greenlee doesn't know it, but once she steps over the threshold at Enchantment, she is walking into the lion's den.
Bianca: Enchantment is a pretty cushy den.
Erica: Well, but Greenlee won't see it that way, especially after she realizes the terms of her employment. But by then it will be too late. Her greedy, grabbing ambition will have cost her dearly because I will own Greenlee Smythe and every little idea that comes into that conniving little head.
Bianca: How do you plan to make that happen?
Erica: You just watch and learn.

Jake: It's not that I don't think that you have a lot to offer.
Greenlee: Right. That's why you're endlessly pointing out my character defects and rubbing my nose in my past like some dog who's not housebroken.
Jake: Greenlee, you just have a tendency to mess up -- a lot.
Greenlee: I learn from my mistakes. Anyway, you're the one who told me I had to get a life.
Jake: It just seems like you just picked one at random without giving it any thought.
Greenlee: I gave it plenty of thought.
Jake: Well, did you try to give some meaning to your life, some purpose, maybe even give something back to the community?
Greenlee: As a matter of fact, I have, smarty. While I was having my massage today, I had my first inspiration -- makeovers for the homeless. Ha!
Jake: You're serious.
Greenlee: When I'm down in the dumps, nothing cheers me up like a total redo -- hair, makeup, the works. I mean, think of what it could do for people living in their cars.
Jake: Well, never mind food and clothing.
Greenlee: Oh! God. Do you always have to be so practical?
Jake: It's just --
Greenlee: You're talking about food for the body. I'm talking about karma for the soul. Women need to feel attractive.
Jake: Well, I understand that, but these are people who live out of shopping carts.
Greenlee: Ah! You just don't get it! Erica does. She knows what I have to offer.
Jake: And she knows this because?
Greenlee: Because she hired me, peasant. The Greenlee name is synonymous with money, and I am going to make truckloads of it for Erica.
Jake: Well, just exactly how much is she paying you for your expertise?
Greenlee: Nothing to start. But you can't put a dollar amount on experience. Think of all the contacts I'll make. Once I learn the biz, I'll dump Erica, steal all of her beauty secrets, and then I'll start my own megabucks cosmetics empire. Ha.
Jake: Just like that?
Greenlee: Mm-hmm. Just like that.

[Telephone rings]

Greenlee: Oh. Hello?
Erica: Greenlee,
it's Erica Kane. Greenlee: Oh, Ms. Kane. I was just telling Jake all of my fabulous ideas for Enchantment.
Erica: Yes, I'm sure you have a lot of ideas. I do, too. So could you stop by the house?
Greenlee: Right now?
Erica: If it isn't inconvenient.
Greenlee: Oh, no, not at all. I'll be right over.

Jake: Well, don't tell me that that was -- Erica?
Greenlee: Poor dear. Haven't even started working for her, and she can't make a move without me.

Erica: Come in.
Greenlee: Thank you, Ms. Kane.
Erica: Oh, I've decided that you can call me Erica.
Greenlee: Well, thank you, Erica. I was so excited when you called. Hi, Bianca.
Bianca: Hello.
Greenlee: I was at BJ's when I heard some kids talking about a dance at the high school. You going?
Bianca: Nope. But you can always crash it like you did the Halloween dance.
Greenlee: Erica, I've got scads of ideas for the winter line. What do you think about the name "White Narcissus" for a new fragrance? The print ads would feature a woman gazing at her reflection in the pool, but the face reflected back is a man's.
Erica: It's provocative. However, I'm afraid that I acted too hastily when I said you had the job.
Greenlee: I'm not hired?
Erica: Well, you can't work at Enchantment -- without a contract.
Greenlee: You want me to sign a contract?
Erica: Yes. I'm afraid it slipped my mind completely because my people at business affairs usually handle these details. But I wanted to sign you myself personally.
Greenlee: Wow. I'm honored. You believe in me enough to sign me to a deal?
Erica: I don't want you to get away, Greenlee.
Greenlee: Well, what are the terms?
Erica: Oh, just the standard binding contract that I insist all my employees sign.
Greenlee: Hmm. Perks and parking spaces?
Erica: Not exactly. No. While you're in my employ, you are to grant no interviews to media or sign any book deals. In short, it's really to protect my privacy.
Bianca: So like, for example, if that slime Donald Steele cozies up to you for an exclusive, you shut him down or my mom shuts you down.
Greenlee: Check. Got it.
Erica: It's the price of fame. So -- if you will just sign both these copies of the contract where I've indicated, then we're in business.
Greenlee: You know, there's a lot of fine print here. Maybe I should give this to Gramp's lawyer to check it out before I sign.
Erica: Why, Greenlee, don't you trust me?

Leo: I asked Laura to the dance, and she accepted.
Brooke: Because she thinks that I want her to go.
Leo: Don't you?
Brooke: No! Not when her health is so fragile.
Leo: Well, so you're just -- you're just going to tell her that she can't go?
Brooke: So you'll think of an excuse?
Leo: Uh-uh. No, no, no. Not this boy. If you're going to rain on Laura's big night, then you're going to do it without me.
Brooke: Leo, you don't understand how critical Laura's condition is.
Leo: Well, so what's -- your plan is to lock her in her room, strap her to her bed and keep her housebound for the rest of her life?
Brooke: Until she gets a transplant, yes.
Leo: Look, Brooke, I understand why you're afraid.
Brooke: Leo, if anything ever happened to Laura, I would never forgive myself.
Leo: Whoa, whoa, whoa. What if something great happened? What if she had the time of her life in the time she has left? What if she died knowing that she'd lived?
Brooke: With you?
Leo: Yes, with me. Look, if Laura had a choice -- to sit out the last dance or dance like her life depended on it -- what should she choose?
Brooke: Oh. You know, you're being awfully generous with my daughter's life.
Leo: I'm just trying to put myself in her place. That's --
Brooke: Well, there's two things wrong with that. One is you are not dying, and, secondly, your offer to hold Laura's hand while she dances the last dance is just a little suspect.
Leo: I don't understand.
Brooke: Well, I'll make it real clear, ok? You have a reputation as a fortune hunter, and I am a wealthy woman. So what would you be interested in -- my daughter or her money?

Dimitri: Hey, there's no way we're bringing him out here. We don't know who he is. We don't know what he wants.
Anna: No, I know what I'm doing. We'll have the guard in here anyway.
Edmund: Dimitri, what harm can it do?
Dimitri: Are you serious? I'm not going to put Anna's life in danger.
Edmund: It's not your call. It's hers. Listen. The three of us can take him.
Anna: Will you open the door please? And stand back.
Guard: No fast moves, Buddy. Got it?
Dimitri: Hey -- I'm going to hold you to that.
Edmund: Dimitri --
Dimitri: No! He touches her, this is over!

Anna: It's all right. Take it.

[Boy hums "Greensleeves"]

Anna: How did your mother have my father's ring?
Boy: It was my father's. Dimitri: For God's sake, Anna, you're being played. He's using you. He's making up everything as he goes along.
Anna: I don't think so. Who has the photograph?
Edmund: I do. We showed it to him before.
Dimitri: I can't believe you're pandering this con man.
Anna: Does anyone in here look familiar to you? Please look closely.
Dimitri: This is a monumental waste of time.
Anna: Oh, what is it? Please tell me. Do you recognize somebody in there? Please tell me. I will get you out of here, I promise. You must trust me.
Boy: She -- she's my mother.

[Woman hums "Greensleeves"]

Anna: Oh, I remember. Oh, my God.

Greenlee: Erica, how can you ask that question? Of course I trust you.
Erica: Well, then, there's no problem? You'll sign?
Greenlee: You said that this contract is binding?
Erica: It's a demonstration of my trust in you.
Greenlee: Trust in me?
Erica: Greenlee, I'm taking you on untried, untested. If you bomb, I'm stuck with you. I mean, I'm sure you can see I am the only one who stands to lose anything.

[Telephone rings]

Erica: Excuse me.

[Ring]

Bianca: Smooth, Greenlee. Real smooth.
Greenlee: Go away.
Bianca: No, no. I want a ringside seat to watch you finesse your way out of a job.
Greenlee: I didn't mean to insult your mother.
Bianca: Of course you didn't. You were just doing what comes naturally.
Greenlee: Watch it, Binky. "What comes naturally" is not your best subject.
Bianca: You don't want my help -- fine.
Greenlee: Wait. How do I undo this mess?
Bianca: You can't.
Greenlee: There has to be some way.
Bianca: The one thing that my mother demands is loyalty -- complete, unswerving loyalty.
Greenlee: I can do loyalty. I have what it takes to reach the top.
Bianca: If you ever get serious, which you won't. Greenlee, this job is just a stop on your road to nowhere.
Greenlee: You are so wrong.
Bianca: Maybe. Maybe not. By the way, I saw your portfolio.
Greenlee: And?
Bianca: Well, if this gig doesn't work out, you can always make it as a starving artist.
Greenlee: Nice try, LesBianca, but I can see right through you.
Bianca: Excuse me?
Greenlee: Your mother has taken an interest in me, and you're jealous.
Bianca: You're devious.
Greenlee: I'm smart. I'm beautiful.
Bianca: Deceitful, dishonest --
Greenlee: I'm everything your mother wished you could be. Face it, Hon. I'm here and I'm not queer. Get used to it.

Leo: I don't believe this. You think that I'm using Laura as a pipeline to your money?
Brooke: I don't know why I said that, Leo. I don't mean that.
Leo: Yeah, you did.
Brooke: No.
Leo: No, no, no, no. No, I don't blame you. Leo du Pres, the bounty hunter, looking for his next victim, right?
Brooke: Leo, please, forgive me. I apologize. I was -- I was totally out of line.
Leo: It's ok. It's fine.
Brooke: No, no, it's -- it's not ok. It's not. My only excuse is -- God -- I'm just so scared, it's just -- it's just easier to lash out at you than to deal with my fear.
Leo: Come here.
Brooke: Leo, I don't know who I am anymore sometimes.
Leo: You're Laura's mother. You would crawl on broken glass to protect her.
Brooke: Being a parent, it's the scariest job in the world. You know, you walk this fine line. You want to protect your children, but you know that their fate is not in your hands.

Laura: Hey.
Leo: Hey.
Brooke: Hey.
Laura: You guys look so serious.
Leo: Your mom was just telling me what a pain in the butt you were when you two first got together.
Laura: She's right. I was Miss thing-in-your-face. I thought the whole world owed me.
Leo: Yeah? Well, like you're so mellow now?
Laura: Oh, I'm a pussycat. Right, Mom?
Brooke: Right.
Laura: You're crying.
Brooke: You look so beautiful.
Leo: She's right. You really clean up good, there, English.
Laura: Yeah? Not half bad for a former street rat. Here, take a picture of me and Leo.
Brooke: Ok. What do I do here?
Laura: It's already focused. Just point and shoot.
Brooke: Ok, say -- Leo: Whoa, whoa, who
a, whoa. Forgot something.
Brooke: Oh --
Laura: Leo --
Leo: Remember that cheap corsage?
Laura: It's so --
Leo: Yeah, corny. I know. Go ahead.
Brooke: Ok.

[Camera beeps]

Leo: All right. Let's hit the road.
Laura: Ok.
Brooke: All right, listen, don't be late.
Leo: We won't. But we are going to stay for the last dance.
Brooke: Here. Let me do this.
Brooke: Ok. You have the time of your life.
Laura: I will.
Brooke: Ok.
Laura: Don't worry.
Brooke: I won't. You're in good hands.

Leo: Wow.
Laura: So here we are.
Leo: Looks like a scene out of "Carrie."
Laura: Yeah, I don't see any buckets of pig's blood.
Leo: Cheer up. The night's still young.

[Music plays]

Laura: The disco ball's doing its thing.
Leo: Yeah, there's enough crepe to hold a funeral. I'm sorry.
Laura: It's cool.
Leo: I do have a confession to make, though.
Laura: Oh, you're dying, too?
Leo: No. When I was in secondary school -- seven very distinguished institution, I might add -- I never went to one school dance.
Laura: Oh, no rhythm?
Leo: I was never in one school long enough to be anything other than an outsider. So later on I learned how to crash parties.
Laura: Leo du Pres, wide-eyed and dateless. I don't believe that.
Leo: It's true. It's true. While the other peers were drinking cheap wine and heaving in the bushes and shagging in the cars, I was in my room listening to Mike and the Mechanics on the PA system, wondering if my very pretty French teacher would sneak out for a little rendezvous with me.
Laura: Oh, so you went from wallflower to heartbreaker in warp speed?
Leo: I deserve my reputation.
Laura: So what do you want to do first -- shag in the bushes or shag in the car?
Leo: How about we dance?
Laura: How about I take a breath and thank you for being my escort tonight?
Leo: You don't have to thank me for being your escort. I'm your friend, not your escort.

[Applause]

Heather: Laura, you made it. Nice dress.
Shannon: Did you make it yourself?
Heather: We didn't think you were going to come.
Laura: Well, I changed my mind.
Mindy: Oh, poor Bianca. She's probably so lonely.
Shannon: Yeah. It's just her and her journal.
Laura: Bianca's got a life. Why don't you all get one? I see some girl's putting the moves on Marcus.
Shannon: Excuse me.

Leo: Game, set, match. Very well done, Laura.
Laura: You expected me to zap them with a zinger, huh?
Leo: What, did you revise your strategy?
Laura: Leo, life is short. I decided to save my energy for stuff that counts.
Leo: Beautiful and wise. So you want to shake your booty?
Laura: I thought you'd never ask.
Leo: All right. Let's do it.

Erica: Hi, Antonio. It's so very nice to hear from you. Where are you?
Bianca: Just for your 911, my mother loves me just as I am.
Greenlee: Yeah, right. A gender-bent female impersonator. And that's a 411.
Bianca: Whatever.
Greenlee: You couldn't cut it in the family business.
Bianca: Greenlee, I don't have to prove myself.
Greenlee: Neither do I.
Bianca: Oh, please. You are so desperate for approval.
Greenlee: Erica and I are going to make a hell of a team.
Bianca: My mother is not a team player. You're just going to be another name on her payroll.
Greenlee: She loves my ideas.
Bianca: Dream on.
Greenlee: I have a fantastic nose.
Bianca: Which is stuck so high the air, you can't see what's directly in front of you. My mother can't stand you.
Greenlee: She hired me, didn't she?

Erica: I'm trying to hire you, Greenlee. But there is the little matter of the contract.
Greenlee: There you go. Signed, sealed --
Erica: And delivered. Thank you.

Edmund: Anna, what do you remember?
Anna: The name of the woman in the photograph is Cecilia.
Dimitri: Who is she?
Anna: She was my nanny. She took care of me. She smelled of soap and lavender. Oh, she had the -- the softest hands in the world. She used to brush my hair. She would sing to me. Irish lullabies. She had a beautiful voice. I wouldn't go to bed at night unless she sang me a song. And she would sit next to me on the bed, and she would hold my hand. I loved her. Everybody did. She was so kind and gentle.
Boy: She sent me. She told me to find you. She said when I did, I'd know what to do.
Anna: I know what to do. I want him released at once.

Erica: Well, Greenlee, looks like we're in business. Welcome to Enchantment.
Greenlee: Thank you.
Erica: I am confident that this will be just so profitable.
Greenlee: For both of us.
Erica: Yes. Here's your copy.
Greenlee: Excellent. Aren't you going to congratulate me, Bianca?
Bianca: Oh, congratulations. I hope the job is everything you expected and more. Much more.
Greenlee: Well, I better fly. Got to get myself ready for tomorrow. See you, Erica, 10:00-ish?
Erica: Make it 8:00-ish.
Greenlee: 8:00. Right.
Erica: And steer clear of my parking space or I'll have you towed.
Greenlee: No problem. See you tomorrow.
Erica: Bye.

Greenlee: Sleep tight, Erica, because I am going to bury you.

Erica: Oh, you did good, Baby.
Bianca: Well, you weren't so bad yourself.
Erica: And now I have Greenlee Smythe right where I want her -- right under my thumb.

[Music plays]

Leo: Maybe we should sit this one out.
Laura: No, Leo, I didn't get all dressed up to sit on the sidelines.
Leo: This song is -- it's so 1970s.
Laura: I love it. Disco rules.
Leo: You know me. I have two matching left feet.
Laura: Come on, I'll make you look good.
Leo: Laura, come on --
Laura: Come on. You want me to have the full dancing experience.
Leo: Ok. Once around the gym, all right?
Leo: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa -- Laura, you ok?
Laura: Yeah. I can't -- I was trying to catch my breath.
Leo: Do you want to cut out?
Laura: No. No, really, I'm fine. I'm ok.
Leo: Come on. I'm taking you home.

Dimitri: No. No, there's no way he's getting out of here until we know more about him.
Anna: I know all I need to.
Dimitri: He is lying. Don't let him pull you in.
Anna: If his mother was given this ring by his father, it's my father's ring. That makes you my brother.
Dimitri: He is a con, an assassin. Don't let him get to you.
Edmund: Hold on, hold on. We didn't know we were brothers for the longest time.
Dimitri: Oh, wait a minute. You're going to tell me that you're going to buy this story wholesale, no questions asked?
Edmund: No, I'm not -
- Dimitri: Listen,
Edmund, I think that we need proof that this kid is who he says he is.
Edmund: All right, fine, fine. We need proof. We got a blanket there with his blood on it.
Dimitri: Great, great.
Edmund: We run a DNA test. We compare it to Anna's.
Dimitri: Great. Then we'll know without a shadow of a doubt that he's an imposter.
Anna: I want him out of here. We can go back to Wildwind with him.
Dimitri: And what? What, then he can take you out when you're t looking? No. I forbid it.
Anna: Dimitri, if he's my brother --
Dimitri: Then he's got a hell of a way of showing it, doesn't he? He tried to kill you.
Anna: You're wrong! I want him out of here.
Dimitri: Well, it's not going to happen. It is not going to happen. You're not going to take control of this. The kid is not going back to Wildwind. I don't want to hear any more about this, ok? He's not going back to Wildwind!
Anna: No, please don't hurt him! Please -- no, no, no! No, stop it, stop it! Are you all right? Oh. What's been done to you?


ON THE NEXT - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

Jake: According to this contract, Erica owns you.

Laura: I wanted to have this one night, dance with you and just forget everything. Leo: If that's what you want, that's what I'll give you.

Brooke: I need some advice. I need some help.