Emily: It's beautiful outside, huh?
Lucky: Yeah.
Emily: Almost like summer.
Lucky: How about we go for a walk around the garden?
Emily: Yeah, sounds good.
Lucky: Oh, wait, I forgot. A nurse from the hospital's coming to give me a therapeutic massage, so --
Emily: Oh.
Lucky: But we can go for a walk right afterwards.
Elizabeth: Hey, guys.
Lucky: Massage table, nurse -- you mean --
Elizabeth: That's right, I'm the one giving you your therapy.
Lucky: And when did you become so experienced in this area?
Elizabeth: Oh, well, please, I'm not.
Lucky: Thank you for reassuring me.
Elizabeth: Come on, now. I've done amazing therapeutic massages on the hospital dummies.
Lucky: So you mean I'm your first live victim?
Elizabeth: Oh, the chances of survival, about 90%.
Emily: Hey, guys, I'll get out of your way.
Lucky: No, you can stay.
Emily: No, you guys are busy.
Lucky: Okay, how about you give us an hour, and then we'll go for that walk around the garden?
Emily: No, no, no, it's ok, lucky. We'll do it another time.
A confrontation between Dillon and Tracy ensues over Alan's drunk driving incident. Emily walks in on the tail end of the conversation once Tracy has stalked off.
Emily: So, what was that all about?
Dillon: Well, I can't talk about it because I've been sworn to secrecy for the rest of my life. And if there's an afterlife, probably that, too.
Emily: It's horrible keeping secrets, isn't it? It's like a dull ache that won't go away.
Elizabeth: Emily is hurting so much. I honestly thought I could help her, but everything I do just seems to push her farther away.
Lucky: Yeah, she's angry. Any offers of help feel like pressure.
Elizabeth: Well, do you think I tried too hard?
Lucky: No. Emily has to know your intentions are good.
Elizabeth: She said I act like I have all the answers, and she resents that. I'm just trying to give her the benefit of my own experience. But who knows? I mean, maybe if I had a friend who was telling me how I should feel and what I should have done after I was raped, I would have been resentful, too.
Lucky: Be patient.
Elizabeth: I'm trying.
Lucky: Think about your own recovery. What was the one thing that helped you the most?
Elizabeth: You. I couldn't have made it without you, Lucky. When I needed to vent, you listened. When I needed to be quiet, you were quiet, too. When I was afraid to sleep alone in the dark, you slept on the floor in my bedroom. You made me laugh. You let me cry. How did you manage to do everything just right?
Lucky: I fell in love with you.
Emily: You don't seem comfortable with the secret you're keeping.
Dillon: Yeah, well, when my mom asks for something, she doesn't ask, she twists your arm until you're begging for mercy.
Emily: Oh, Dillon, I'm so sorry.
Dillon: Well, so am I. But more than that, I'm just -- I'm fed up with it. I helped Luke break Faith out of prison because I figured, hey, what's the harm? Not a big deal. It's a fun little caper. I get to thumb my nose at authority. And then, oops, Faith kills Michael Corinthos. Apparently, she's crazy and dangerous, and I never stopped to think about that, none of us stopped to think about that, because we were too busy getting away with it. And maybe that's not such a good thing, I realize. Maybe you're not always supposed to get away with it. Maybe sometimes you just have to stop and face what you did.
Emily: Listen, Dillon, what happened to Michael was unspeakable --
Dillon: Please, please --
Emily: But it's not your fault.
Dillon: Please, Emily, don't let me off the hook. I need you not to let me off the hook, because I knew what I was doing, I knew it was wrong, and I did it anyway and swore, you know, never again, and here I am --
Emily: Here you are, okay, doing what?
Dillon: Your father got drunk and slammed into Ric and Alexis' car at inspiration point, didn't call the police, didn't stop to check if anyone was okay, and my mom made me cover up the evidence by pushing that car over a cliff.
Emily: Tracy?
Tracy: Hmm?
Emily: You came crawling back to the Quartermaines after years abroad without a dime in your pocket or a friend to your name. I used to feel sorry for you, Tracy, a lonely reject whom everyone else avoided.
Tracy: Is this heading someplace?
Emily: Yeah, I finally have come to understand why everyone despises you, Tracy. You give new meaning to the expression "a creature only a mother could love."
Tracy: Alan and Monica know that you're wandering the halls indulging in histrionics?
Emily: Look, listen to me. Lila loved you, in spite of the fact that you're a poisonous reptile, because she was the kindest, most forgiving person in the entire world. But unfortunately for all of us, grandmother is gone, so there's no one to act as a buffer between you and the rest of the family.
Tracy: You're tiresome, Emily. Get to the point.
Emily: Stop blackmailing Dillon to cover up the hit-and-run.
Tracy: Excuse me?
Emily: Because if you don't, I'm going to have you kicked out of this family, and you know I can do it.
Tracy: You overestimate yourself.
Emily: Try me, Tracy. You leave Dillon alone or you're going to come home to find your luggage in the front hall, and when you come begging back, we're going to slam the door in your scheming face.
After Liz and Lucky have made love on the couch in Wyndemere, Emily walks in on them, post-coital as they profess their love for one another. She rushes out before they notice her and cries around the corner of the door.