Guy: "Mr. Grey, is there a problem?"
Edmund: "Yeah, there is a problem. The problem is you. You almost killed Alex."
Guy: "Mr. Grey, I don't think..."
Edmund: "You let her ride a horse that wasn't broken."
Guy: "No, sir, I rode him first. Scorpio is definitely ready." 
Edmund: "The hell he is! He threw her!"
Guy: "Well, he did rear, that's true."
Edmund: "Listen... do you know what happened the last time she got thrown from a horse? Just how competent are you, Guy?"
Guy: "Accidents do happen, Mr. Grey. Scorpio may be a bit high-strung yet, but Alex is a fine rider. I wouldn't have put her on him otherwise. I have too much respect for her and the horse."
Edmund: "Yeah, let's talk about that, all right? Forget the horse. Let's talk about you and Alex."

Alex returns, holding her medical bag.  Alex: "Is there a problem?"
Edmund: "I was just telling Guy here that I didn't approve of the way he handled the horse."
Guy: "You know my experience."
Edmund: "Yeah, well, you don't know mine, okay? I grew up here. I grew up with your job. So I know when a horse is not quite ready and when he's ready to be ridden."
Alex: "You can't blame him for what happened." 
Edmund: "I don't blame the horse." 
Alex: "I knew that I wanted to ride Scorpio, and I spooked him. It was my fault. And I'm fine. My ankle is fine." [To Guy] "Now, I want to check your rib, make sure that it's not broken. So, please, can we just drop this?"
Edmund: "You do what you have to do. I'm going to check on the horse."

Edmund leaves and Alex goes to treat Guy. 
Alex: "Sit down."
Guy: "I don't think he likes me."
Alex: "Oh, well. He didn't like me at first, either."
Guy: "Practically accused me of attempted murder."
Alex: "Take a deep breath. Does it hurt? A little bit?"
Guy: "No."
Alex: "You know, he's just keeping a promise that he made to his brother, my late husband, to watch out for me. Sometimes he's a little overprotective. Does that hurt right there?"
Guy: "You don't strike me as someone who needs protection."
Alex: "Why do you say that? Take a deep breath." 
Guy: "Well, for one, what I read in the papers." 
Alex: "Oh, that. Take another." 
Guy: "You karate-chopped some crazed guy into submission at a mall?"
Alex: "Yeah. It's one of my tricks, you know." 
Guy: "Tricks."
Alex: "I have a whole arsenal of talents that I didn't know I had."
Guy: "Martial arts?" 
Alex: "Yeah." 
Guy: "Speaking Russian?"
Alex: "Apparently so." 
Guy: "Anything else?" 
Alex: "Anything else?" 
Guy: "Yeah. What did you do before you practiced medicine?"
Alex: "I don't know." 

Guy: "Some parts of my past I'd just as soon forget, too."
Alex: "My memory gaps... they're not selective. They're... they're just blanks."
Guy: "That's strange. Have you seen a doctor about that?" 
Alex: "Yeah. I underwent some hypnosis. It was partially successful, but... you know what? I'm really not comfortable discussing this with you."
Guy: "Why? Don't you think you can trust me, Alex?"
Alex: "No, it's not that. It's just the whole thing. It makes me feel uneasy. I mean, it's scary, not knowing what you might have repressed in your life."
Guy: "Think your subconscious is doing a number on you?"
Alex: "I'm not sure what to think. All I know is that there is a large gap in my life from my residency to my practice that I... I can't recall."
Guy: "Do you want to?"
Alex: "Yes, I do. I do now. I mean, it wasn't always the case."
Guy: "You ever have any sudden flashes from your past come back?"

Edmund returns and hears Guy quizzing Alex.  Edmund: "Scorpio's still spooked."
Guy: "Yes, sir." 
Edmund: "You finished here?"
Alex: "Yes. Your rib isn't broken. It's going to be stiff for a few days, so just take it easy."
Guy: "Okay. Thanks."
Edmund: "Shall we?"

An upset Edmund and Alex return to the carriage house. 
Alex: "You whisked me out of that tack room so fast, I've got whiplash."
Edmund: "Yeah, well, this is a day for sudden injuries."
Alex: "If you wanted to get me away from Guy, why didn't you just throw me over your shoulder?"
Edmund: "Look, you know, you should be a little bit more careful who you confide in, Alex."
Alex: "It's not your job to monitor my private conversations."
Edmund: "Look, until we find out about your past and how you were brainwashed, you should just quit flapping your gums, okay?" 
Alex (insulted): "What do you think I am, a compulsive gossiper?" 
Edmund: "It started to sound like that." 
Alex: "That's because you were eavesdropping. There are rules about that."
Edmund: "Look, all I'm trying to say is we don't know a lot about Guy, okay?" 
Alex: "You checked his references, didn't you?" 
Edmund: "Joe Martin checked your references when you went to PVH."
Alex: "Oh, very nice. Thank you."
Edmund: "Something about Guy doesn't ring true."
Alex: "This is very odd." 
Edmund: "What?"
Alex: "Well, it's just that when he first started, I was the one that didn't trust him because I thought he was coming on to me." (She stops suddenly) "Is that why you don't like him? Because you think he... are you jealous?"
Edmund: "Me jealous? Of him? No, no. Hell, no."
Alex: "Why are you shouting?" 
Edmund: "I'm not shouting, all right? Look, he shouldn't have put you on that horse. No way. He's a trainer. That horse wasn't broken, ok? You could've killed yourself."
Alex: "You make it sound as though he forced me to do it."
Edmund: "Well, it was his stupid idea." 
Alex: "No. I am a good rider. I thought the horse was ready."
Edmund: "Well, then you were wrong." 
Alex: "That's your opinion. Guy is a very competent trainer, and his handling of Scorpio has been professional."
Edmund: "Hmm. That's why you were thrown." 
Alex: "It happens. You know, I thank you for your concern about my well-being, but I'm not the only one that was hurt. Guy took a nasty kick to the ribs."
Edmund: "Serves him right." 
Alex: "Don't say that." 
Edmund: "Well, he got your attention, didn't he?"
Alex: "What's that supposed to mean?"
Edmund: "Forget it."
Alex: "No, no, no, no, no. You raised the subject. Is all this macho posturing because I touched the man? Well, I'm a doctor, for God's sakes."
Edmund: "And he's just..."
Alex: "What? Oh, I thought the English were snobs."
Edmund: "That's not what I mean, and you know it." 
Alex: "What do you mean?" 
Edmund: "Look... I just... fine. You can train or touch anybody you want, okay?" 
Alex: "Except for a good-looking horse trainer." 
Edmund: "That's not what... I just have my feeling in my guts, Alex."
Alex: "That's jealousy." 
Edmund: "No, it's not jealousy. It's caution, okay? I don't know what it is about this guy, but you shouldn't take Guy Donahue at face value. Things aren't always what they seem."