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Phyllis: Why would you think my writing a story has anything to do with us?
Nick: How about the fact that I told you specifically not to run this one?
Phyllis: I'm doing my job.
Nick: You were looking for a fight.
Phyllis: I'm not looking for a fight. Don't you think I have enough conflict in my life? I have a line of people who are ready to fight with me. Why would I pick a fight with you?
Nick: Because every time we start to get close, you turn yourself inside out trying to find a way to ruin it. It's like you're afraid to be happy, like you feel like you don't deserve this or something.
Phyllis: Wait a second. Wait a second. I-I run a story that you don't like, and suddenly, it's a commentary on my life?
Nick: Is it Avery? Is that what this is about?
Phyllis: Oh, my god. Are you--really? Are you really gonna bring her up?
Nick: Well, that's what all our fights seem to be about lately.
Phyllis: No, we are having a disagreement. That's all. We are having a disagreement about work. It has nothing to do with, uh, me wanting to fight or sabotaging my life or my sister. It has nothing to do with her.
Nick: Okay. Okay. You want to play this game? You're gonna play it alone. But if I were you, I would put on some protective gear, 'cause you're about to get slammed for this. I'll be at the gym.
Malcolm: Phyllis, how could you do this?
Phyllis: What are you--what? Print the news? (Chuckles)
Malcolm: What, is that more important to you than our friendship?
Phyllis: Okay, okay. You yourself told me that tucker being Devon's father was bound to get out.
Malcolm: So what? Was that a license for you to throw my family's business in the streets?
Phyllis: I'm not doing that. I am not trying to hurt you, Malcolm.
Malcolm: Nobody ever is. No, nobody--not Sofia, not you, not Neil.
Phyllis: What-- what about Neil?
Malcolm: It doesn't matter, Phyllis. Look, Devon didn't deserve this, and neither did my brother.
Sofia: I want to help, Neil.
Neil: Tucker? That's who you want to help. He's your friend, right? He's the one you're loyal to.
Sofia: I care about you. I care about Devon, too. And, yes, tucker is my friend. I know him better than anybody.
Neil: Yeah, then you know that he is a selfish jerk who takes what he wants, all right? And has little or no regard for anyone else. Look what he did to his own mother. He charged in and stole her life's work right out from under her.
Sofia: I can talk to him. I can tell him to give you guys some time to adjust to the fact that he's Devon's father.
Neil: Blood doesn't make someone a father.
Sofia: Oh, so is that how you're gonna feel if this baby turns out to be yours, and Malcolm and I decide to raise him? I can only imagine...
Sofia: What Tucker must be feeling right now.
Neil: (Sighs) All I care about is how Devon is feeling. As a matter of fact, I think I'm gonna check in with him right now and see how things went with Katherine. Where did I leave my cell phone? You know what? I think I left it in the nursery.
Kay: Devon, you have no idea how sorry I am.
Devon: And why is that? 'Cause I found out? Or because you lost the upper hand?
Kay: No, I-I-I--
Devon: I mean, what was the plan really? Was it to keep me in the dark my whole life and just get your private kicks from hiding me in plain sight?
Kay: Of course not.
Devon: Katherine, you used me to get back at your own son. You never believed in me or my talents or anything.
Kay: That's not true. That--that--that is not true, Devon!
Devon: Really? So it's a big coincidence that out of the blue, you start a recording company and make me C.E.O. Of it?
Kay: No! No, it wasn't a coincidence. But it wasn't to get back at tucker, either. Everything I did-- everything I did was to protect you.
Devon: To protect me?
Kay: You have no idea how ruthless and--and-- and unforgiving Tucker is. Your father. Your father. He barely bothered to look for you. Did you know that? (Sighs) I just... I just wasn't about to give him a chance to hurt you any more than he already had, Devon.
Devon: I see. So instead, you hurt me. Thank you for that, 'cause it feels a whole lot better.
Phyllis: 25,000 hits. It's only been up for a couple hours, this story. This is on fire.
Daniel: On fire. Was it worth it?
Phyllis: Hey. What are you talking about?
Daniel: Was it worth it? All the--all the hits, the high fives. Was it worth what you did to Malcolm?
Phyllis: I didn't do anything to Malcolm. Malcolm understands.
Daniel: Oh, does he?
Daniel: Is that what he said when he came over here? Because I heard he stormed out of crimson lights pretty hot. Let me guess, he was your "anonymous" source, right? Only he didn't know it at the time?
Phyllis: I didn't write anything that wasn't true.
Daniel: Oh, well, I guess in that case, it makes it all right, doesn't it?
Phyllis: It does make it all right. I am a friend writing this story about a friend. Tomorrow, they will not be as sweet. Tomorrow, every major outlet will run this story.
Daniel: Well, tomorrow, maybe the winters could have wrapped their heads around it. But you couldn't wait, could you? I mean, you had to out scoop the competition.
Phyllis: Yeah, I did. It's my job.
Daniel: That's great. You know what I want to know, mom? I want to know when you stopped caring. I want to know when you stopped caring about your friends, when you stopped caring about me, family--
Phyllis: Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You know I care about you. What are you doing right now?
Daniel: No, no, no, no, no. All you care about--all you care about, all you love, is getting what you want, getting your way, and getting what you want.
Phyllis: Do not talk to me like this.
Daniel: Come on! Come on. With Lucy, with this story, with Nick, even when he was with Sharon. Well, you've really outdone yourself this time. I hope you're happy. (Sighs)
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