Marian: Yes, they just arrived. Now, are you sure they're going to stay fresh until tomorrow? Well, they're a little bit more exotic, you know, than I thought they'd be, but -- oh. Well, all right. Ok. Yeah, thanks a lot. Yeah. Bye. Uh-oh. Who do I hear?
Stuart: It's time for my queen of hearts to come to bed.
Marian: Oh, you are such a darling. But if everything isn't perfect, I'm going to be the queen of the biggest social disaster in Pine Valley history.
Stuart: Everything's pretty. Looks like you have it all under control.
Marian: Well, no. Darling, what do you think of the flowers?
Stuart: They're beautiful.
Marian: Ok. And wait till you see the ice sculptures of some of the local architectural treasures. Oh.
Stuart: But it's going to be very warm tomorrow.
Marian: Oh, do you think I should cancel them?
Stuart: Ice melts.
Marian: Oh, of course. You're absolutely right. I'll call first thing. Oh, Stuart, I just got carried away.
Stuart: That's one of the things I love most about you. But don't have to worry. It's the just the PHAT ladies.
Marian: Well, it's more than that. It's the PHAT lady herself. It's Millicent Greenlee, the president of The Society for Preserving Historic Architectural Treasures.
Stuart: Adam says -- Adam says they're a bunch old biddies with too much time on their hands.
Marian: Well, Adam is wrong. He doesn't have an artistic bone in his body, whereas you could run the entire organization.
Stuart: I don't want to run the entire organization. I don't even want to -- uh, could -- what if I just came by and waved?
Marian: No, Stuart. Don't you understand that to me you're the most gifted, intelligent man in the entire world and I just want everybody else to see that, too.
Stuart: But I'm really -- doing my best when I'm alone.
Marian: I'm throwing this brunch to show you off, and after tomorrow, Millicent and her friends will know the real Stuart Chandler -- an extraordinarily gifted man who deserves to be recognized.
Stuart: But I -- you don't have to do this for me.
Marian: I know I don't have to do it for you, my darling. I want to do it for you.
Stuart: I know, and I love you, but I don't really know much about preserving architectural stuff.
Marian: Of course you do, darling. With your sense of color and your eye and your appreciation of beauty, you're a natural, Stuart.
Stuart: Ok. But there is only one local treasure that I really love.
Marian: Oh, great. Well, please, bring that up to Millicent tomorrow.
Stuart: Ok.
Marian: What is it? The courthouse? The chapel?
Stuart: No, uh-uh, uh-uh.
Marian: What? Town hall?
Stuart: It's you.
Marian: It's me? You silly man.
Stuart: It's you.
Marian: Ooh. Ooh!
Stuart: Whoo, whoo, whoo!

Becca: Scott. No.

[Footsteps approach and recede]

Erica: Yes, hello. Are there any messages for room 906?
Erica: Well, you may have patients, Dr. Hayward. But I don't.

Edmund: My God. It's empty.
Edmund: Where -- where's -- where's my brother? Where is he? This can't be happening, not after everything --
David: Calm down.
Edmund: This -- this is -- this is not happening. What did she do with him? I can't believe I fell for this. She wanted to take the body to Budapest. She didn't want a viewing. A sealed casket, no autopsy -- it's all there.
David: It could be any number of explanations.
Edmund: I've heard every single one, believe me.
David: I never pegged you as being the gullible sort.
Edmund: And she was just here. She was just here, all innocent. I gave her the benefit of the doubt against every single instinct I had.
David: And don't forget the poison.
Edmund: You're enjoying this, aren't you?
David: Well, it's not every day someone outwits Edmund Grey.
Edmund: My brother's dead, probably murdered. His body's missing, and you're acting like this is a joke.
David: Forgive me, Edmund. But this is masterful. If Alex is behind this, you have to hand it to her. She's a sly one.

[Alex remembers talking to Dimitri]

Alex: And you didn't tell him a thing?
Dimitri: No. I wanted to keep it a surprise.
Alex: But he's your brother. And I'm going to meet him at the airport, and who am I?
Dimitri: You're my wife.
Alex: He's going to hate me.
Dimitri: Not a chance.
Alex: And who else is going to be there? Brooke? Gillian? Jackson?
Dimitri: They will all be thrilled to meet you.
Alex: Hmm. Erica. Oh, God. She's going to take one look at me and shoot you.
Dimitri: Yeah, well -- she'll grow to love you.
Alex: I wouldn't love me, not if I had married the most delicious man this side of the equator. You're kind of warm. You feel ok?
Dimitri: Never -- never better. You want -- you want some cheese, darling?
Alex: Yeah. You know me -- plain old cheddar. Why, thank you. Want some?
Dimitri: I'm fine.
Alex: You haven't eaten anything since we came aboard.
Dimitri: Yeah, I rarely eat when -- when I'm flying.
Alex: Aha! A weakness. I knew there'd be one. So, tell me about the house.
Dimitri: Oh, the house. Oh, great. All right. Well, it's very grand.
You are in for a big surprise. Alex: Lots of creaky old ancestors?
Dimitri: Nah. We banished all those creaky people to the west wing. It's that entryway.
Alex: Yeah, masses of ancient stone and wood.
Dimitri: Well, the same. And the staircase -- the staircase.
Alex: Oh, the cavalry could charge down there, 10 abreast. Doo, doo doo, doo doo!
Dimitri: Oh, you have been there!
Alex: There's this big room off the entryway. The ceiling is way above you. There's this cozy nest of solid mahogany in there, though, for resting your bum.
Dimitri: Mm-hmm.
Alex: And there's paintings and books and candles and flowers. Oh, it sounds awful. Take me back.
Dimitri: No. Never.
Alex: You feel cold. You were warm, and now you're cold.
Dimitri: I'm fine. I'm fine.
Alex: Sweetheart, your heart is racing.
Dimitri: No. No.
Alex: Just let me check you.
Dimitri: No, we're
on our honeymoon. Alex: The altitude could be affecting your blood pressure. Roll up your sleeve. Come on. Ok. Just relax.
Dimitri: Ooh!
Alex: Ok, sweetheart. Just breathe. Breathe. You're going to be all right. You're going to be fine, ok?
Dimitri: Alex.
Alex: Shh. You're going to be all right.

[Knock on door]

Alex: Oh.
Gillian: Hi.
Alex: Hi. Gillian: I hope I'm not interrupting.
Alex: Not at all. Come on in.
Gillian: I know it's late, but I couldn't sleep.
Alex: I'm just having some tea. You want to join me?
Gillian: Yeah.
Alex: It's chamomile.
Gillian: Thank you.
Alex: Might help you relax.
Gillian: That'd be nice. Thanks.
Alex: So, one lump or 10?
Gillian: Nothing, thank you.
Alex: Here.
Gillian: Thank you.
Alex: You're always welcome here. You know that.
Gillian: You know, Dimitri was a -- he was a night bird, just like me. And we would sit up here all night talking about love and life. I miss him.
Alex: I'm a bit of a night bird, myself. So maybe we can continue the tradition.
Gillian: I'd like that.
Alex: We can keep each other company. Solve the world's problems. Or maybe we can just gossip and have a nice cup of tea. So why can't you sleep?
Gillian: I don't know. You know, I -- I always thought somehow Ryan and I would find our way back to each other, but we argued today, and somehow, it was final.
Alex: If you and Ryan truly love each other, he'll find his way back to you.
Gillian: That's what you and Dimitri had, right? True love.
Alex: He was the love of my life.
Gillian: What you had, it was so pure. No anger, no betrayal. No broken promises.

[Alex remembers more….]

Dimitri: I just want your solemn promise that you will never reveal that I'm ill to anyone, under any circumstance. Last night, I wrote -- I wrote the letters, to Edmund, to my son, niece and nephew, friends, ex-wives, you know, staff, saying my good-byes. I didn't date them. That depends on you. But they are to be mailed in the event of my death, so you don't have to worry that I am asking you to keep this secret forever. But while there is breath in my body, no one is to know. Do I have your promise?

Gillian: What is it? Tell me.
Alex: I made a promise to someone I love very much. And I want to break it.

Scott: I didn't mean to push so hard. I'm sorry. I just thought that you and I -- that we both wanted the same thing.
Becca: No, I'm sorry. It's -- it's my fault. I shouldn't have led you on like that.
Scott: So what gives? I -- I like you. I thought you liked me, too.
Becca: I do.
Scott: So what's the problem? Am I making you feel uncomfortable? Do you just want to be friends?
Becca: Scott, I realize that you might expect certain things from me.
Scott: Like? Like?
Becca: I'm not Greenlee, Scott

Marian: Now, Stuart, my darling, it's very important that you tell Millicent tomorrow exactly what you said to me.
Stuart: Right. All right, right.
Marian: Ok?
Stuart: Ok. What exactly did I say to you?
Marian: Oh, you remember you said that the cupola on the courthouse is a scintillating touch of Victorian that should be treasured well into the 21st century.
Stuart: Did I say that?
Marian: Yes, darling, you did.
Stuart: I'd better write it down if I have to say that again.
Marian: Oh. Ok, here's a piece of paper and a pencil. Memorize it, will you, because you are going to dazzle Millicent.
Stuart: "Cupola --"
Marian: Uh-oh. Stuart, these finger bowls are not right, are they? I just don't think they look right.
Stuart: Oh.
Marian: I don't want to look too eager. Would you strike them?
Stuart: Yeah. Ok.
Marian: Thank you, darling, very much.
Stuart: "Scintillating example of Victorian --"
Marian: Scott. It's Marian. We're making sure you get a good night's sleep tonight so you can arrive tomorrow all handsome and fresh and on-time, ok? Right. Bye.

Scott: You think I'm involved with Greenlee?
Becca: Maybe not now, but you were.
Scott: She told you that?
Becca: No, but I can tell when she walks in the room, the way that she acts, the way that she talks. I can tell that you guys were together at UCLA.
Scott: It was casual. We hung out, but it wasn't a big deal.
Becca: Well, that's -- that's kind of the problem.
Scott: Why?
Becca: You and Greenlee slept together. And you weren't in love, and, Scott, I couldn't and I wouldn't. It means too much to me. I could never make love to a man unless I was in love with him.

Erica: It's pink. No perfume. Stock is very nice, though. Somebody has very good taste, whoever she is. "Dear David, thank you so much for the riding gloves. They fit perfectly. Love, Bianca." Oh. How sweet. What am I doing? No, David. I am not going to let you reduce me to this. Time is definitely up.

Edmund: You can't just hide a body. I mean, she must have had it cremated. But when? Where?
David: Why don't you ask Alex?
Edmund: I'm calling the cops.
David: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. And what exactly are you going to say?
Edmund: That she stole my brother's body, for starters.
David: And how are you going to explain that you know this?
Edmund: I'll tell them we were suspicious.
David: Suspicious of what? Exhumed the body and that we found the coffin empty? What we did here was illegal.
Edmund: All right, you're right.
David: Of course I'm right. Time for plan B, Edmund.
Edmund: I need you to testify against Alex.
David: I can't get over the fact that you of all people need my help.
Edmund: Look, Alex has to be stopped, and I can't do it alone, ok? Now, if you testify that you know that she has a known toxin in her medical bag --
David: A poison that you stole.
Edmund: At least they'll listen to what we have to say!
David: There is nothing wrong with a doctor carrying toxin in their bag.
Edmund: No, but maybe we can get a court order to exhume his body!
David: Which we already did!
Edmund: What do you want me to do? Just put this thing back in the crypt and forget that anything happened?
David: Of course not.
Edmund: Well, then help me.
David: Sorry. This is where I get off.
Edmund: Why?
David: You rant about a murder, a missing body, some poison in a vial, some ifs and maybes -- you want to know what the police are going to see? Two men that stole some property and robbed a grave. I'm sorry. I'm not going to jail as some bit player in your drama.
Edmund: I need your help.
David: And I gave it. As far as I'm concerned, when I leave this mausoleum, I was never here.
Edmund: Fine. You get out of here. But I'm going to figure out what happened to my brother's body without you.
David: Great. Good luck. Just keep my name out of it.

Gillian: When I broke my promise to the man I love, my whole life just fell apart. I lost -- I lost the man I really loved, and I lost the chance to have a life with him.
Alex: I think in this case, going back on my word is actually going to help some people.
Gillian: Alex, if you really love that person, don't do it, please. I regret every day for breaking the promise to the man I love.
Alex: No, it's not that simple, Gillian.
Gillian: And once you break that bond, you can never repair it.
Alex: Oh. I wish I knew what to do.

[Telephone rings]

Alex: If only it didn't involve so many people. Hold on.
Hello? Oh, my God.

Edmund: How did this happen, Dimitri? You didn't deserve this. Especially from somebody who swore that she loved you. And I swear to you that I'm going to get the truth. And Alex? She's going to pay

Edmund: Where is he?
Gillian: Edmund, you scared me.
Edmund: Um -- where is she?
Gillian: Uh -- I must have fallen asleep. I was waiting for her to come back.
Edmund: Where did she go?
Gillian: I don't know. I don't know. Somebody called, and she left. What's wrong?
Edmund: Gillian, why don't you go back to the house.
Gillian: Why are you so angry? What happened?
Edmund: We'll discuss it later.
Gillian: Is it something Alex did?
Edmund: Gillian, please.
Gillian: Come on, Edmund. It can't be that bad.
Edmund: It's late, Gillian.
Gillian: Ok. Good night.
Edmund: Good night.
Gillian: I'm going to sleep.
Gillian: Edmund? Be nice to Alex, please. She loved Dimitri very much.

Scott: You -- you're a virgin.
Becca: I know that that might cause a problem for you because I'm not as experienced, like Greenlee.
Scott: You think I want you to be more like her?
Becca: I don't know. Maybe.
Scott: The deepest conversation we ever had was about thick- or thin-crust pizza. You're real. You don't play games. Greenlee -- that's her specialty.
Becca: I know I'm old-fashioned.
Scott: No -- hey. In case you haven't noticed, I like the whole package. You're smart. You're funny. And you're great with a water gun. You're my kind of girl.
Becca: So it's ok with you?
Scott: I'm not going to rush you into anything.
Becca: God. Thank you.
Scott: But -- are you going to make me sleep outside with the wild animals and the poisonous plants, or can I crash in here with the warm fire?
Becca: Well, I guess I wouldn't want you to catch a cold or run into some nasty hogwort, now, would I?

Erica: Oh. Palmer and Vanessa -- what if they're still in the dining room? That's all I need is for them to see me here at this hour. Yes, operator. Could you connect me to the dining room, please? Yes. Could you tell me, Mr. And Mrs. Palmer Cortlandt are not still in the dining room, are they? They are? I see. No. No message. Thank you. Good Lord. How many courses are they eating?
David: Good. You're still here.
Erica: Not for long.
David: Wait.
Erica: I don't think so.
David: I'm sorry I'm late.
Erica: Late it's tomorrow.
David: Let me make it up to you.
Erica: I don't get stood up.
David: I was busy.
Erica: Working?
David: As a matter of fact, the graveyard shift.
Erica: Really?
David: I'm a cad, a heel.
Erica: You're a liar. I called the hospital. You weren't there.
David: Are you jealous?
Erica: Hardly.
David: I was called away. A very extreme case.
Erica: I see.
David: In fact, I don't expect to see the patient alive again.
Erica: How terrible.
David: Well, it is for the better. Believe me.
Erica: Believe you?
David: Will you stay?
Erica: I don't appreciate being taken for granted.
David: You being taken for granted? Impossible. Unfathomable. Incomprehensible.

Marian: Oh, dear. I am never going to be ready on time. Oh, stop it, Marian. No negative thinking. Now, you can do this. I mean, after all, you did have tea with the queen of England, right? Right! You did.
Brooke: Marian. Hi.
Marian: Oh, no. Oh, dear, Brooke. You are early.
Brooke: Oh.
Marian: I mean, the brunch --
Brooke: No, no, no, no, no. I'm here to help. Listen, believe me, as Phoebe Wallingford's niece, I know what it's like to plan one of these things, especially for the first time.
Marian: Oh, that is so sweet of you because this brunch means so much to me.
Brooke: Marian, there's no reason to be nervous.
Marian: Oh, well, not really to me as much as it means to Stuart.
Brooke: Stuart? Why would he care?
Marian: Well, you know, he wants his talents recognized by this community, Brooke. And as his wife, I feel I should help him reach those goals.
Brooke: Oh. And that's one of Stuart's goals?
Marian: Yes. He deserves to shine as brightly as -- well, let's take Adam, for example.
Brooke: Marian, Stuart shines much brighter than Adam. Adam is like a black hole. He sucks in everything that comes near him.
Stuart: "The cupola in the courthouse is a scintillating touch of Victor--" oh. Hi, Brooke.
Brooke: Stuart, hi.
Stuart: I was just --
Brooke: I hear you're joining us for brunch.
Stuart: Yeah.
Marian: As soon as he gets dressed.
Brooke: Well, he is dressed.
Stuart: Yeah, I am dressed.
Marian: Oh. Darling, I thought you were going to wear that wonderful formal shirt that I bought you the other day -- you know, the one that makes your eyes look all azure. Would you mind putting it on?
Stuart: Azure, yeah. I like that. Ok, yeah. I'll go get it.
Marian: Thanks, sweetie. Love you.
Stuart: Yeah. Azure.
Marian: Uh -- Brooke? Brooke: Hmm?
Marian: Could I ask you to do a favor for me? Well, not really for me, but for Stuart -- well, yes.
Brooke: What did you have in mind?
Marian: Well, your Aunt Phoebe is a pillar of this community, and do you think you could ask her to put Stuart's name on the list for membership in the society?
Brooke: Gee, I didn't know Stuart was interested in being a member, but I'm sure Aunt Phoebe would be glad to help him.
Marian: Oh, that's wonderful, because, you know, Phoebe is the old guard and she and Millicent speak the same language. And every little bit helps, you know.
Brooke: Well, I certainly would be glad to help, if that's what Stuart wants.
Marian: Oh, thank you. I can't tell you how much that means to me -- uh -- to Stuart. Oh, I mean to us.
Brooke: Listen, what can I do to help?
Marian: Well, you've done so much already. Oh, actually, if you don't mind, you could run in the kitchen and check on the caterers. I mean, there's nothing worse than serving tepid frittatas.
Brooke: Hmm. Yes.
Marian: Thanks for your help. Ok.

Marian: Scott? It's Marian. Pick up. Oh. I guess you're on your way. Well, see you soon. Bye.

Becca: Um --
Scott: Good morning.
Becca: Hi. God. I must be such a mess.
Scott: You look cute with pillow head.
Becca: Oh. Ugh. God. What a beautiful morning to be stranded.
Scott: Not for long. We're in luck. It's -- it works. Hello. Can I get the number for a garage in the area? Thank you.
Scott: Hello. Yeah. My car broke down last night. I was wondering if you could send somebody out to us. Thank you. Great. We're at the Chandler cabin. That's right, by the lake. Thank you. They're sending someone over.
Becca: God, already? So I guess we're saved, huh?
Scott: I don't know. Last night was so special, I hate to see it end.

David: Where do you think you're going?
Come here.

Edmund: Where the hell is she?

[Classical music plays]

Marian: Oh, no. I forgot to cancel the ice sculptures. I don't believe I did that.

[Marian knocks over papers]

Marian: Oh, for heaven's sake. Um -- oh, goodness.

[Footsteps]

Marian: Oh, please! I can't talk to you right now. I forgot to call --
Millicent: I beg your pardon.
Marian: Oh. Good lord. Millicent. Oh, dear. Uh -- I'm so sorry. Welcome to my -- I mean -- to the Chandler mansion. And I'm so glad you could make it, Greenlee.
Greenlee: Where's Scott?
Millicent: Child, where are your manners?
Greenlee: Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Chandler. Is Scott here?
Marian: Oh, you know men. He'll come popping through the door any minute now. Why don't we do a little tour? We can start with the aviary. Come on over here.
Brooke: Oh, hello, Millicent, Greenlee.
Millicent: Oh, Brooke. For a moment, I thought we were the only ones here.
Brooke: No. I checked in the kitchen. Your frittatas are going to be perfect.
Greenlee: Oh, we did the frittata thing at the Haddington's last week.
Marian: Oh, thank you so much, Brooke, for all your help. Well, should we start the tour?
Millicent: Frankly, dear, I'm quite familiar with Adam's house. Perhaps some tea?
Marian: Well, of course. Please, won't you two sit down here?
Greenlee: Mm-hmm.
Marian: Make yourselves comfortable.
Millicent: My, your arrangement is certainly enormous.
Marian: Yes. Isn't it?
Millicent: Let me give you the name of my florist. There's something so much more pleasing about the Japanese aesthetic. It's so -- it's so refined, elegant, minimal. It makes showier arrangements look over-the-top.
Marian: Oh. Those are -- they're old flowers.
Millicent: Mm-hmm.
Marian: They were a contribution from Adam. I mean, I totally agree with you, Millicent. In fact, I planned this whole brunch around, you know, fan shooey, you know, to keep the energy positive and flowing?
Greenlee: You mean feng shui.
Marian: Yes, that's exactly what I meant. Stuart's an expert, so he --
Millicent: Really?
Greenlee: Well, I'm going to go look for Scott.
Marian: Oh, no, no, no. Just sit down, relax. Your tea will come. I'm sure he'll come popping through the door any minute now.

Scott: Hey. I know we should be probably heading out, but I have a better idea.
Becca: I can't wait to hear.
Scott: Well, what do you say we spend the day together?
Becca: Oh, well, I don't know. Opal said I didn't have to be till later.
Scott: Ready for another adventure?
Becca: Why not.
Scott: Great. Come on.
Becca: Where --
Scott: Come on.
Becca: Are we going?

David: Good morning. I'd like to order some breakfast.
Erica: Nothing for me.
David: One minute. Croissant? Eggs?
Erica: Thank you, no.
David: I'll call you back. You have to eat something. Besides, we need more time. Last night wasn't long enough.
Erica: Well, whose fault was that?
David: Well, let me make it up to you right now.
Erica: Sure, that would be wonderful, but I have a brunch to go to.
David: Oh. Well, do you have dinner plans?
Erica: Sorry.
David: Well, I have a great idea for a midnight snack.
Erica: I bet you do. But I'm going to have to take a rain check.
David: Why? Are you busy?
Erica: Well, I have a plane to catch.
David: What?
Erica: I'm going away.
David: You're leaving me again?

Edmund: Where's Dimitri's body?
Alex: It's in the mausoleum.
Edmund: Where is he?
Alex: We buried him. You know that.
Edmund: No more lies, Alex.
Alex: What's happened?
Edmund: I know what you've done.
Alex: What is this about?
Edmund: The casket is empty.
Alex: Oh, no. Of course it isn't.
Edmund: Yes, it is. I opened it.
Alex: You what?
Edmund: Now, I want answers -- now.
Alex: Oh, no. What have you done? Oh. This is not going to be simple.
Edmund: No, it's pretty simple. Ever since that casket is empty, everything makes sense to me now.
Alex: No, you don't understand.
Edmund: Your lies, your secrecy, a sealed casket, no autopsy --
Alex: I told you why I made those decisions.
Edmund: I found the poison in your medical bag!
Alex: You went through my bag?
Edmund: You poisoned my brother, and then you stole his body?
Alex: That's ridiculous.
Edmund: And then you cremated it so nobody would know?
Alex: Nobody would know what?
Edmund: That you killed my brother. Now, why did you do it? Money? What kind of a monster are you?
Alex: You are so wrong.
Edmund: Alex, I don't want any more lies! You killed my brother! He loved you, and you murdered him!
Alex: I didn't murder your brother! He's not dead!
Alex: Dimitri's alive.