Alexis, dressed as Dobson, holds the baby in the Quartermaine living room.

Alexis: (In her normal voice) Mommy's not going to look like this for much longer. Just a little bit so that I can be near you. Ok? Aw, sweetie, don't cry. Huh? Don't cry, honey. What's wrong? Kristina? You have a temperature.

Skye walks in and Alexis freezes, realizing she isn't wearing the mustache.

Skye: Dobson. What are you doing to Kristina?

Alexis quickly reapplies the mustaches as Skye walks up behind her.

Skye: Kristina! It's all right. I'm here. Where's Alice? (She strokes the baby's head)

Alexis: (In her Dobson accent) Alice went to fetch the little one her bottle. I came over because she began to cry, and I believe she has a fever. Perhaps we should call a doctor immediately.

Skye: Well (feels her head) -- oh. Monica's home. Let me have her take a look at her. Give me, give me, give her to me. (Skye takes the baby) Now, the next time you hear Kristina crying, you call either me or Alice, do you hear me? Your job description does not include childcare. Well, you're dismissed. You can go.

Alexis: Yes, ma'am.

Alexis walks away reluctantly as Kristina fusses in Skye's arms.

Skye: It's all right, sweetie. Yes, I know. We're going to take care of you. What's the matter? Does that Mr. Dobson scare you, hmm? Want to know something? He scares me, too. Yeah.

Alexis walks out into the foyer and begins to pull off the mustache. She suddenly hears someone coming and dives down behind a table. A.J. walks in and goes into the living room. Alexis scrambles away.

A.J. is walking through the foyer with his cell phone when the doorbell rings. He looks around for someone to answer the door but then raises his hands in frustration and goes to answer it himself.

A.J.: I'll get it!

He open the door and Alexis walks in anxiously.

Alexis: I want to see my daughter.

A.J.: No, Alexis, no one told me about a change in your visitation schedule, ok?

Skye walks in from the living room holding the baby.

Skye: That's because there wasn't one.

A.J.: You know the rules. I don't see my kid, you don't get to see yours. It's part of the, you know, unfit parents club.

Alexis: I know, A.J. I have visitation rights.

Skye: Come back tomorrow.

Alexis: If you let me see her today, I won't come back tomorrow.

Skye: You know what, A.J.? I've had enough of this. Call the police.

Alexis: There's no need to do that.

Skye: You are in violation of a court order.

Alexis: I had a feeling that my daughter might need me, that's all.

A.J.: Yeah, I've had those feelings about Michael.

Alexis: Will you please just let me hold her?

Skye: A.J., 911.

Alexis: There isn't any reason to do that.

A.J.: I'm afraid I have to.

Skye: This needs to go on record.

Alexis: You have absolutely no compassion at all.

Skye: A.J., what is taking you so long?

Alexis: What you need to do is call a doctor because my daughter has a fever.

Skye: How in god's name did you know that?

Alexis follows Skye into the living room.

Skye: How'd you know Kristina had a fever? (She puts the baby back in the pram)

Alexis: Because her cheeks are flushed.

Skye: No, you couldn't even see her face. The blanket was covering her -- unless, of course, your latest personality has x-ray vision.

Alexis: I'll tell you what I do have -- I have maternal instincts -- something that you don't have. Hopefully, you will never be a mother.

Skye slaps Alexis and Alexis freezes and holds her face.

Skye: Get out.

Alexis: Those are some beautiful maternal instincts, by the way. You're going to slap her mother in front of her?

Skye: I will do whatever's necessary to protect Kristina, and that includes throwing you out of this house. A doctor will see Kristina.

Alexis: I'll wait here until the doctor gets here.

Skye: Well, I'm sure by now A.J.'s called the police.

Alexis: You'd really have me arrested?

Skye: Actually, you'd be having yourself arrested.

Alexis shakes her head and walks out of the room. She holds her face and sighs, leaning up against a table in the foyer.

Alexis, once again dressed as Dobson, walks into the living room where Monica is standing with her stethoscope and doctor's kit next to the pram.

Alexis: (As Dobson) Yes, I was wondering how the little girl is (sees the empty pram) -- doing.

Monica: Well, she has a mild ear infection. Skye took her upstairs. A couple of days on antibiotics and she should be just fine.

Alexis: Very good, madam.

Monica: Excuse me.

Alexis: Certainly.

Monica walks out of the room. Alexis looks around and notices Kristina's lambie on the floor. Just as she goes to pick it up she hears A.J. and Skye talking. She quickly takes out her handkerchief and pretends to dust a display shelf.

A.J.'s voice: How's Kristina?

Skye's voice: Oh, an ear infection. Crazy mommy overreacts again.

They walks into the living room.

A.J.: Did we get anything we could use on the nanny cam?

Skye: I slapped Alexis.

A.J.: Really?

Skye: It was a bad moment.

A.J. notices Alexis.

A.J.: Dobson?

Alexis: Yes?

A.J.: We need this room.

Alexis: Certainly.

Alexis leave but listens by the door.

Skye: Why doesn't grandfather fire that man?

A.J.: You hate him too much. (Climbs up to the camera) He's using him to torture you. But with any luck, we've got some stuff here on the old nanny cam that'll get him kicked him to the curb and Alexis barred from the property.

Skye: Yeah, like I'd be that lucky.

Skye and A.J. are sitting and watching the tape from the camera as Alexis listens by the door.

A.J.: Typical mommy/baby stuff, when what we really need is --

Skye: Yeah, Mommie Dearest stuff.

A.J.: Well, I didn't say it would work the first time.

Skye: I've seen her. She upsets that baby every time she's here. Ugh. There's that stupid butler.

Alexis suddenly stands straight up and gasps.

A.J. pauses the tape at the exact spot there Alexis was beginning to remove the mustache.