Dorian: Why did I stay with Victor? Well, the obvious reason is the money. I wanted his money. And I was sure he was going to die soon. Of course, we both know how wrong I was about that.
Viki: So you stayed with a child molester, being nice to him day in and day out, to get money? That's sick.
Dorian: Oh, get off your high horse. I didn't find out he was a child molester until a week before the stroke that caused his aphasia. I hadn't decided what I was going to do. I was in shock and denial. You were so devoted to him. It was hard for me to believe he'd ever hurt you.
Viki: What convinced you?
Dorian: The night of his stroke. He found out that I knew Tony was his son.
Viki: And that's what caused his stoke?
Dorian: It helped things along. He was very upset about that and very upset with me. So I yelled at him that I knew what he was and what he'd done to you. I could tell by his reaction that it was true. Then I threatened to expose him and that's when he had the stroke.
Viki: But you brought him home after that and took care of him.
Dorian: I brought him home after that and tortured him. I made sure he suffered and he couldn't do anything about it because he couldn't talk.
Viki: You tortured him?
Dorian: It was very therapeutic. I unleashed all the anger I had toward my mother on him.
Viki: And then you withheld his medication at the hospital to get rid of him. Lucky for you, I came in after that and finished him off. Or at least, I thought I did.
Dorian (looking down at the floor): Yeah, lucky for me.
Viki: Dorian, is there something you're not telling me?
Dorian: No.
Viki: Dorian.
Dorian: It's nothing. It doesn't matter now.
Viki: What is it?
Dorian: I wasn't trying to kill him.
Viki: What?
Dorian: I knew how long I could withhold the medication without him dying. I just wanted him to suffer as long as possible.
Viki: Obviously, you thought you'd waited too long when he supposedly died.
Dorian: No.
Viki: What?
Dorian: I knew he was alive when I left the room.
Viki: What did you think happened?
Dorian: I knew what happened.
Viki: You knew I killed him?
Dorian: Yes.
Viki: Why didn't you say anything?
Dorian: I got what I wanted. I got the money and the house. I understood why you did it so I let it go.
Viki: Even when I was accusing you.
Dorian: Even then. It made me hate you even more because I thought you knew the truth so I took every opportunity to hurt you.
Viki: If you knew I did it, why did you try to stop the autopsy when you were being sent to death row?
Dorian: Because I started to realize that you didn't know what had happened. Otherwise you wouldn't have pushed so hard for something that could implicate you. I thought I could protect us both.
Viki: Why would you want to?
Dorian: I'm not sure. I blamed myself for my parents' death and I knew how hard that was to live with. And I was starting to think that my hatred of you wasn't justified since you really didn't know. Then I ended up on death row and there was no way I was going to die for you.
Viki: I don't blame you for that. You were amazingly nice about it. You didn't try to implicate me.
Dorian: I wasn't nice. I had no proof I didn't do it and I was terrified of Jean Randolph. Remember, I brought you alters back out on purpose when you were in the hospital to save myself.
Viki: Yes, you did. I don't really blame you, after everything I did to you. I am so sorry for everything my altars did to you. I don't think I've ever adequately apologized to you. I know there's no way I can ever make it up to you
Dorian: Well, some good came out of it.
Viki: What?
Dorian: David.
Viki: Oh, yes. The great David Vickers.
Dorian: Why is it that you can believe your rapist, baby stealing brother can change and deserves happiness but can't believe the same thing about David?
Viki: You're right. I'm sorry. He seems to make you happy.
Dorian: He does.
Viki: So you thought I knew I killed my father and blamed you for it?
Dorian: Yes.
Viki: No wonder you hated me so much.
Dorian: I knew what you'd done and I had to watch the whole town constantly worship at your feet and treat you like you were some kind of victim of me. It was disgusting.
Viki: I hope we've put that behind us now.
Dorian: I hope we have too. Why don't we talk about something else now?
Viki: Okay, we were supposed to be working on small talk, weren't we? So far we've been sharing our deepest secrets just like you said. I hope we have more secrets for the next time we get trapped or it's going to be very quiet.
Dorian: There isn't going to be a next time. I've decided to stay out of elevators, caves, and secret rooms.
Viki: You may want to stay out of bathrooms too.
Dorian: Why?
Viki: Well, a couple of years ago I got trapped in mine. Twice.
Dorian: How?
Viki: I got up that morning to get ready to go somewhere, I can't remember where now, and when I turned the knob to leave it turned all the way around. It was broken and I couldn't get out.
Dorian: What did you do?
Viki: I hollered for Ben to let me out and he did. But it gets worse.
Dorian: How?
Viki: Well that night, I got home and went to the bathroom again. Ben had planned on taking the knob off so he had a screwdriver in the bathroom but he got called to an emergency at the hospital. I decided to take the knob off myself but I accidentally closed the door. So I thought, I'll just take the knob off and it will be fine.
Dorian: You don't know how doorknobs work, do you?
Viki: I do now. I didn't realize that the middle would still be there hooked into the door facing after I took the knob off. So I had the guts still there preventing me from getting out and no knob to turn at all. The knob on the other side of the door worked but I decided if I knocked it to the ground and got it off I could get the guts to turn and get out.
Dorian: I take it you were wrong.
Viki: Yes, but by the time I realized that the handle was lying on the floor on the opposite side of the door and I couldn't reach it.
Dorian: What did you do?
Viki: I had to wait for Ben to get home and get me out.
Dorian: Well, when you think about it, the bathroom is the best place to be stuck. You can pee all you want and you have plenty to drink. I got locked out of a bathroom once.
Viki: How?
Dorian: I was at a hotel with Herb. Our car had broken down so we were spending the night at this really rundown fleabag that made the Bates Motel look like the Taj Mahal. And the doorknob was broken. And I really had to go so Herb managed to pick the lock with his pocketknife and I got in. But like you, it gets worse.
Viki: How?
Dorian: Well, later that night I had to go again. It was about three in the morning. We had put a towel on the floor so the door wouldn't close all the way. When I came out I must've pushed too hard because the towel slid and the door shut. I knew I would have to go again, especially if I knew I couldn't so I decided I had to pick the lock. I didn't want to wake Herb up so I didn't turn the light on.
Viki: You used a knife in the dark?
Dorian: Not one of my brightest moments. I couldn't see what I was doing. I put the knife where I thought the keyhole was and pushed. It wouldn't go so I pushed harder. It slipped and went right into my other hand that was leaned up against the door. I screamed. Herb woke up, turned the light on and saw me bleeding and freaked out.
Viki: Were you okay?
Dorian: Yeah, I just sliced off a little skin. But it really hurt.
Viki: I got locked in. You got locked out. We really are two sides of the same coin.