Livia Frye: Dixie didn't bury anyone, did she?
Tad Martin: How the hell would you know? She buried me! She killed me! That woman's taken everything I've got. Look at the way my son looks at me. My daughter's out there somewhere. She's lost, she's gone. I'm never going to know what it feels like to pick her up. I'm never going to know what it feels like to call her by her name. I'm never going to know what she looks like because of her, because of that selfish bitch sitting right there. She chose to do this to me. It was her choice to go to Europe. It was her choice to give my daughter to a complete stranger, a psychopath. And then instead of coming home to a family that needed you -- instead of being a -- a wife and a mother, you chose to be Zach Slater's whore. And now a complete stranger is raising my daughter, my flesh and blood, mine. I get to go to bed every single night wondering if she's happy, if she's lonely, if, God forbid, she's being abused. And it doesn't matter, anyway, does it? Because one way or another, I can't do a thing about it. Because let's face it. Greg Madden's nothing but a useless sack of meat. Greg Madden is gone, along with every hope I'm ever going to have of finding my baby girl. So, counselor, I really don't give a damn about your tape. I don't care what you think. I don't care what they think. I know the truth. You are a murderer. Because you buried me. You killed me. You're nothing but a lying, cheating, sadistic bitch. And so help me God, I'm going to make you pay for it. Right here, right now. You're going to pay.