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Diane: Coming. Jack. Are you alone?
Jack: Phyllis is not with me, if that's what you're worried about.
Diane: Yes, I am -- very.
Jack: May I please come in? Thank you. Where's Kyle?
Diane: Somewhere safe.
Jack: And what the hell does that mean?
Diane: I think you know very well what that means. I've made child care arrangements that I don't want getting back to Phyllis.
Jack: Diane, we have a mess on our hands. I am here to see if we can start relieving some of the tension.
Diane: Between Phyllis and me? You have got to be joking.
Jack: You and I have to stay focused on Kyle. Obviously, we are not gonna be one big happy family, but you and I need to figure out some mutually agreed upon way to raise this boy together.
Diane: Sounds very reasonable.
Jack: Well, good. Let's talk.
Diane: Only one problem -- your wife tried to kill me. Maybe you'd like to sweep that fact under the rug, but I am telling you right now, I can't.
Michael: You don't have to talk to me about prison, Phyllis. It is one of the most degrading experiences any human being could go through.
Phyllis: Yes, I know you know Diane put me there.
Michael: Which is why it's so imperative that you stay away from her!
Phyllis: What am I supposed to do, let her run me out of every single establishment here in Genoa City?
Michael: Well, you said you couldn't control yourself at Ginaís -- that you just had to march up to that table and cause a big scene.
Phyllis: Michael, she pushes my buttons -- my God! She doesn't stop! It keeps on going on, and it's working. She had me arrested, she had me put in jail. And you know what's gonna happen next? I'm going to prison. I'm gonna be framed for a crime I never committed. And you know what's gonna happen then? She's gonna wind up with my husband! That's her plan!
Sharon: Hi, sweetheart.
Sharon: Teachers go to their conference?
Sharon: Only a half day today, huh? Pretty neat.
Cassie: What's with the cookbooks?
Sharon: Well, the two of us are going to have some fun.
Sharon: Yup. When was the last time my little girl and I spent the afternoon making cookies?
Cassie: Are you serious?
Sharon: Yeah. Look what I found in my mom's old baking book.
Cassie: Hidden treasure jumbles.
Sharon: Don't those sound yummy? And look, we can add nuts, or dried fruit, or coconut.
Cassie: You know, um, Iím not in the mood for cookies right now.
Sharon: Oh, come on, honey. It'll be fun.
Cassie: I don't want to, okay?
Sharon: Really? You used to love baking with me.
Cassie: Yeah. Well, that was before I had to wonder why my Dad was staying out all night.
Nikki: Grace, I asked you what you're doing in town.
Grace: I brought you a wedding present.
Nikki: Try again.
Grace: If you must know, Nikki, Iím here on business.
Nikki: Oh, really? You work for our office in New York, don't you?
Grace: Our office?
Nikki: I'm with Jabot now, I'm on the board. I have been for some time.
Grace: Well, that sounds like a story.
Nikki: You are more clueless than I thought. The point is, I can easily confirm if you're telling me the truth.
Grace: I didn't say it was Jabot business.
Nikki: Oh, what other kind of business is there?
Grace: The personal kind.
Nikki: You don't have family here.
Nikki: So what is this personal business about? Who is it with? Or do I already know?
Brad: I guess this is becoming a habit.
Olivia: No, Iím just surprised to see you.
Brad: Well, I didn't expect to be back so -- Dru, I didn't see you over there.
Drucilla: I noticed. How's it going, Brad?
Brad: Don't ask.
Drucilla: I guess that's my answer.
Brad: Listen, you two are in the middle of something here, so Iíll just --
Olivia: Oh, no, no, no -- Dru and I, we're just talking.
Drucilla: How's Ashley? Is she doing any better?
Brad: I wish I could say she was, but not really. Chemo's definitely getting the best of her.
Drucilla: Must make you feel helpless at times.
Brad: At times, it does.
Drucilla: Well, I bet you all have a lot to talk about, so Iím gonna get going.
Olivia: You don't have to go.
Brad: No, Dru, you really donít. I didn't mean to barge in.
Drucilla: You know, I have business to take care of. Besides, Iím gonna meet with Wes later. Brad, please tell Ashley Iím praying for her, and you take care of yourself, too.
Brad: I'll do that.
Jack: Diane, if you're gonna start making antagonistic remarks, I --
Diane: What? You don't think I have a right to be scared to death?
Jack: I didn't come here to argue with you. I came here to make peace.
Diane: At my expense.
Diane: Yes. You are standing there telling me that you want it all. You want this lovely relationship with your wife. You want to live like a nice, normal family. And yet you want me around, so that Kyle can be available to you. And in the meantime, I am feeling very threatened and very frightened, and you don't seem to be acknowledging that!
Jack: I do acknowledge that. I can't acknowledge the idea that my wife tried to roast you alive.
Diane: Jack, she was arrested for it.
Jack: She was also let out on bail, and she is innocent until proven otherwise.
Diane: That is a technicality in my mind.
Jack: How do we get beyond this impasse? What is it gonna take for the two of us to work together for Kyleís sake?
Diane: A restraining order stating that Phyllis comes nowhere near me or our child until further notice.
Jack: Diane, damn it, you get an injunction, it only makes Phyllis look that much guiltier.
Diane: She's either guilty or she isn't. This is not about appearances.
Jack: And this is not about protecting Kyle! Diane, she wouldn't do anything to hurt him. This is ridiculous. Besides, the court gave me visitation rights. You're not the only one calling the shots here.
Diane: Fine. Then Iíll go back to that same judge who issued that order, the one who warned us that if we couldn't get along, she'd step back in. Let's see if she thinks a restraining is -- what'd you say, "ridiculous," given the circumstances.
Jack: You could do that, you could stir up a whole hornet's nest. Where does that leave my relationship with Kyle?
Diane: Damn it, Jack, I can't worry about details like that when my life is in danger!
Jack: Kyle is a hell of a lot more than a detail to me.
Diane: This whole thing could be avoided. You could look at the facts, and you could agree with me that Phyllis needs to be taken out of the picture.
Jack: Diane, that's not --
Diane: But you're not going to do that. You've made that clear. So you've left me no alternative. This is the only way I can protect myself.
Phyllis: Well, isn't this a kick in the teeth? I'm talking to you as my friend, but you're also Dianeís friend. Forgot about that! Well, who knows if you're not a part of her plot to nail me?
Michael: I take severe offense to that. You take that back.
Phyllis: I'm not five years old.
Michael: You take it back. You take it back! I am deadly serious. If you really think that Iíd be a part of a plot to put you behind bars, you can just get out of here and never show your face in this office again. Take it back.
Phyllis: I don't know what to do. I'm sorry. I take it back.
Michael: Okay. Look, you don't need a shoulder to cry on. You need a good, sharp attorney. And you're gonna have to answer these questions sooner or later, because they're the ones they're gonna ask you on the stand.
Phyllis: Okay, so ask me.
Phyllis: Ask me now.
Michael: Okay, here it is. They talk about paint thinner in the trunk of the car. You say Diane did it. They wonder why you left the wedding reception. You say Diane did it. They want to know about your gloves on top of the can of accelerant, and you say Diane did it. Well, you can't get away with that anymore. You have to counter with proof that Diane did indeed do it. Or if she didn't do it, proof that she is pinning it on you.
Phyllis: I don't have any evidence of the kind.
Michael: And that's a big problem, isn't it?
Phyllis: Great. They just can't convict the most likely suspect. I mean, they need proof beyond the reasonable doubt, right?
Michael: You're absolutely right. Which is why I have to ask you, Phyllis, is there anything -- anything you want to tell me?
Phyllis: What do you mean?
Michael: Just that this is a privileged conversation, and I want to know if there is anything that has to bear on this case that you have failed to share with me.
Phyllis: Do you think Iím guilty?
Michael: No, no, no I don't. I seriously doubt that you could set fire to anything. I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't ask you these questions. That's all Iím saying.
Phyllis: You "seriously doubt"? That's comforting. You "seriously doubt." No, no, no! I don't have any answers for you. I did not do this. But it doesn't matter, does it? Because Diane has set her trap, and I'm caught right in the middle of it.
Ashley: Why am I feeling this way? Why am I feeling this sense of foreboding? Is it because I'm waiting to find out if the chemo has worked or not? That's not it. There's something else going on inside of me. There's something else going on that's making me feel uneasy. What is it?
Brad: Seems like all I do these days is show up on your doorstep and complain.
Olivia: You don't hear me complaining.
Brad: Ah, listen. That doesn't make me feel good. Taking advantage --
Olivia: You're not. Look, I learned to say no a long time ago, and with you, I don't want to.
Brad: All right. Well, you asked for it. It ain't pretty.
Olivia: You didn't say, but I'm assuming --
Brad: Yeah, yeah, it has to do with Ash and me, and our disintegrating marriage.
Olivia: Brad, Iím so sorry.
Brad: Yeah, I woke up this morning. The bed was empty, which it usually is these days, except tonight, when Ash makes a point of being asleep before I get there. Anyway, I woke up and went downstairs, found her there, and we were off to the races.
Olivia: You two argued?
Brad: Oh, yeah. Yeah, this stupid, pointless fight about Diane and Phyllis, when they should be the least of our worries.
Olivia: Well, you know what? There is a lot going on in Ashleyís family right now.
Brad: What about our family? What about our relationship, Liv? You know, frankly I have to wonder if it's all just an excuse, if she was looking for a way to alienate me, cut me to the quick. And I'll tell you something -- she found it.
Wes: Ooh, mm. My God, you're gorgeous.
Drucilla: Stop. I barely have any makeup on.
Wes: Don't need any.
Drucilla: You really are trying to score some points, aren't you? I just threw this stuff on.
Wes: Woman, you would look good in a gunnysack.
Drucilla: A gunny-who?
Wes: It doesn't matter. Just trust me, you would look good in it. A see-through one.
Wes: In fact, Iím envisioning it right now.
Drucilla: Oh, what's gotten into you, tiger?
Wes: I don't know. I just woke up a very happy man this morning.
Drucilla: Oh, really? Why?
Wes: I knew I was gonna see you.
Wes: Uh-oh, I know that look.
Drucilla: You know, I really do want to play, Wes, but I really can't right now. I'm sorry.
Wes: No, don't be.
Drucilla: No, I really don't want to bring you down.
Wes: Dru, tell me what's troubling you.
Drucilla: Well, you know I have my own problems, but it's my sister. I mean, she's got this best friend that's suffering from cancer.
Wes: I'm sorry to hear that.
Drucilla: They go way back, college, and you know, I really think it's affecting Olivia.
Wes: Well, I can imagine.
Drucilla: She's a doctor, there's nothing she can do. She's trying to be a supportive friend at this time.
Wes: Well, it probably helps that Oliviaís gone through a similar experience.
Drucilla: I guess.
Wes: How's her friend doing?
Drucilla: She's got cancer. She's struggling. She's on chemo --
Wes: Oh, that's tough.
Drucilla: Besides, her husband tells me that it's taken a lot out of her.
Wes: So she's married?
Drucilla: Yeah, got a little girl, almost two.
Wes: Damn. It's got to be very painful for everyone involved.
Wes: Well, hey, at least Olivia hasn't had to bear the burden alone supporting a friend. I mean, assuming the husband's been doing his part.
Drucilla: Assuming. But I think it's the other way around. I think Olivia has had to hold him up, too.
Grace: Look, I don't know what you're implying, Mrs. Newman.
Nikki: Oh, now I'm Mrs. Newman. Before, I was Nikki. Why are you suddenly so polite? Are you trying to get on my good side?
Grace: I don't see any point in antagonizing you.
Nikki: Because of my son?
Grace: Why would you say that?
Nikki: Why else would a tramp like you be lurking around his place of business?
Grace: You've got me all figured out, don't you?
Nikki: From the word go, honey.
Grace: You know, board member or not, I don't have to listen to this.
Nikki: Look, before you run away from me, let me give you some advice. You stay away from my son, because if you don't, you're gonna have to deal with me, and believe me, you don't want to do that.
Grace: All finished?
Nikki: That remains to be seen, doesn't it? This better be the last time I say goodbye to you.
Jack: Diane, you're living in a hotel. What have you got to fear?
Diane: Why, because it's harder to burn down a hotel than a pool house?
Jack: I meant, my wife will not come after you.
Diane: And do I have your personal guarantee on that? Sorry, not good enough. Phyllis hassles me, she goes to jail.
Jack: I understand why you might want a restraining order right now. I'm asking you, please, not to go that far.
Diane: No, you're asking me to be a sitting duck.
Jack: Okay, let's get it all on the table. Is this a set-up? Is Phyllis right? Have you arranged things to look like Phyllis started that fire?
Diane: That's it. Now I know I can't trust you.
Jack: I asked you a question. Look me in the eye and answer me.
Diane: Jack, your wife has infected you with her paranoid fantasy. No, no, it's not a fantasy, it's a cover-up. First rule of guilt, point a finger somewhere else.
Jack: You still haven't answered my question.
Diane: And I'm not going to. It's beneath me.
Jack: Well, so much for candor.
Diane: I had so hoped that you and I would come out of this whole mess with some sort of decent relationship. And look what's become of that, thanks to Phyllis. She can't accept that I'm a part of your life, that Kyle is part of your life. She would rather destroy everything than share anything.
Jack: Diane, I don't know what to say to you anymore. If you won't work with me --
Diane: By playing doormat, no. Not like that.
Jack: So, the bottom line is you're going for a restraining order.
Diane: I also intend to talk to my lawyer about amending that petition. Not only so Phyllis can't be alone with our child, I don't want her anywhere near our child.
Michael: Well, can I ask you what you mean by that? What, you're gonna give up now?
Phyllis: Listen to me, I may be a lot of things, but I'm not an arsonist, and Iím not a quitter. I'm not giving up.
Michael: All right, where are you going? Where?
Phyllis: Oh, that's privileged information, counselor.
Michael: You don't have to -- tell me where you're going!
Phyllis: What is that saying, "The Lord helps those who help themselves."
Michael: Oh, you know, I've got a favorite one, too, you know. "Mrs. Abbott can be her own worst enemy."
Phyllis: Oh, yet another vote of confidence. Thank you.
Michael: Well, I know you. I know you!
Phyllis: You don't know me. You have no idea what it's like to be buried alive by your own worst enemy.
Michael: I do know that in a situation like this, the last thing you need to do is dig yourself in deeper!
Phyllis: Save your advice for someone who cares. Here's your cash for your advice. Thanks a lot. Thank you for nothing.
[Michael muttering angrily]
Nikki: Hi. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.
Nick: No, it's okay. So, how was your first night back? No jet lag?
Nikki: I'm more interested in talking about you.
Nick: How come?
Nikki: Look, I know you and Sharon are having some sort of problem.
Nick: According to whom?
Nikki: Are you hiding it from me?
Nick: Look, Mom, if you're just gonna come in here and start in on me like this --
Nikki: I talked to Sharon this morning.
Nick: Oh, yeah? What'd she tell you?
Nikki: Apparently, just as much as you're going to, judging by your tone.
Nick: Look, it's nothing for you to be concerned about.
Nikki: Really? Your wife was practically shaking, she's so upset about something.
Nick: We can handle it, okay?
Nikki: Yeah, Sharon tried to convince me of that too, and I believed her until I walked into your coffee house, and I saw Grace Turner contemplating her next move.
Drucilla: Mm, that smells good. Thank you.
Wes: Thank you. So, Dru --
Wes: Am I supposed to be reading between the lines here? I mean, when you say your sister's been "holding up" this woman's husband --
Drucilla: Oh, no, no I saw the man breeze into her apartment before I left, and apparently this has been going on frequently without the wife.
Wes: They're looking for support.
Drucilla: That's their version.
Wes: And what's yours?
Drucilla: I am pretty damn sure that my sister is messing around with her best friend's husband. Is that direct enough for you?
Olivia: What on Earth did Ashley say to you? Let me guess -- Victor.
Brad: He's more sensitive than I am, did you know that, Liv? Better confidante, better friend. Brave, loyal, and true. Unlike her husband, whose only desire is to make her happy. Of course, according to Ash, I've failed miserably at that.
Olivia: I can't believe she said. Brad, she doesn't mean it.
Brad: Liv, don't tell me it's the chemo talking. Don't make excuses for her. What she did was mean, rotten and petty. And you know something? It's not about Newman. It's about pushing me away, making it painfully clear that -- it's like I don't even know her anymore. She says she loves me, she says the words, but that's all they are -- words. If Ash loves me, I sure as hell don't feel it.
Olivia: I am so sorry.
Brad: You're the only one who understands. The only one I can talk to.
Olivia: You're in pain. You both are. I just -- I hate it.
Brad: I told Ash I just wish things could be the way they used to be. She said, "Don't look for that to happen." My blood ran cold, Olivia. It hurts my heart, and I can't help her, I can't make her happy. God. When was the last time we were even close? She's so down and depressed these days, I'd reach out to her, pull her up, and she doesn't want me to reach her. So what does that tell you about our chances, Liv?
Sharon: Hey, you know, if you don't want to bake cookies, we could always go shopping. Lisa's not bringing your brother back till later.
Cassie: You're just going to ignore me, aren't you?
Sharon: What? Sweetheart, no. I'm not ignoring you.
Cassie: But you won't talk to me about Daddy.
Sharon: That's because there's nothing to talk about.
Cassie: Then where was he at three in the morning?
Sharon: I don't know what you think is going on.
Cassie: You know, I woke up last night. I had a bad dream. When I came into your room, Daddy wasn't there, and you were in the bed all alone. And don't tell me he was in the bathroom, because I waited, and he never came out.
Sharon: I wasn't going to tell you that.
Cassie: Then tell me what's happening.
Sharon: Okay, first of all, calm down.
Cassie: He wasn't away on business, either. Daddy always tells me when he's going to be gone, and last night he didnít. He didn't say a word.
Sharon: Honey, you are reading so much into this.
Cassie: Wouldn't you if your parents were always on the verge of breaking up?
Sharon: Oh, sweetie. I don't want you to worry, and I know that that's the way it must seem to you sometimes.
Cassie: I don't want to feel that way, but how can I help it? Ever since I was little.
Sharon: I know, I know. You've really been through a lot.
Cassie: I've been so happy. Things have been perfect lately. But they're not anymore. I can tell.
Sharon: Sweetie, listen to me. I know you're a very intuitive girl, but you can't let your fears run away with you. Husbands and wives, they have their moments. Things'll get really tense, and then it'll all blow over, and everything's back to normal again. Now, it's no fun going through it at the time, but it is not the end of the world.
Cassie: So, whatever this is, it's something little?
Sharon: How'd we even get on to this subject?
Cassie: Look, Iím sorry. Just don't be mad. I don't mean to go looking for trouble. If you promise me that everything's okay, Iíll try not to worry. Can you promise me that, please?
Sharon: Come here.
Cassie: You can't promise me that, can you? So everything's not okay. Mom, you're scaring me. Why won't you answer me?
Sharon: Everything's gonna be fine, okay?
Cassie: Going to be? What does that mean? Things aren't fine now? I was right about you and dad! Mom, tell me. What is going on? Where was Dad last night?
Nikki: How long have you known that Grace was in town?
Nick: All right, Mom, what is this? Your day to interrogate people?
Nikki: Well, yeah, I guess it must be, seeing as I confronted the little witch right where she sat.
Nick: You confronted Grace?
Nikki: Yes, I did.
Nick: In the coffee house.
Nikki: I got the distinct impression she was waiting for you.
Nick: Maybe she was, Mom. I don't know. I don't have control over that woman.
Nikki: So then you did know she was already here.
Nick: Mom, you talked to her. You should know. What? What do you want to know?
Nikki: I want to know what is going on between the two of you.
Nick: Why do you automatically assume that something is going on?
Nikki: Because Sharon is upset, and Grace happens to be in town.
Nick: So, what? What are you accusing me of?
Nikki: Why are you being so defensive?
Nick: Well, Iím just tired of getting the third degree.
Nikki: I want to know. Is she the reason that you and Sharon are having problems?
Nick: Okay, we're done.
Nick: No, Mom.
Nikki: I want to talk about this.
Nick: I don't want to talk about this anymore, okay? Look, you just got back from your honeymoon, and Dad's gonna be home soon. I don't want the two of you worrying about me and Sharon.
Nikki: You are giving me a very bad feeling. Why can't you answer a simple question?
Nick: Why don't you ask Sharon that? After all, she brought this on herself.
Ashley: My God, what is wrong with me? What is wrong with me? Why do I keep pushing my husband away? He's done nothing but love me. He has been there for me during this entire nightmare. He's held my hand, and I can't open up to him anymore. And I can't let him in the way I used to. And my God, there's one thing I know that he can't deal with,
Ashley: [thinking] And I keep hauling out Victor. How kind he's been, how supportive he's been, and how much of a friend he's been. What about Brad? What about all the sacrifices that he's made for me? I must be out of my mind pushing him away -- this amazing man who has done everything for me. I never meant to do that, it just happened. I don't know why. This isn't how I want it to be. Who the hell are you? I don't even know who I am anymore. I hate what I've become. I hate what this disease has done to me. I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you.
Brad: I can't even remember.
Brad: The last time I had arms around me that actually meant it. I've tried to be a good husband. Maybe that isn't enough. God, Liv, I tried so hard. Maybe I'm not enough.
Olivia: Don't say that.
Brad: How is it that you can be married to someone, live in the same house together, and you still feel lonely?
Olivia: You don't have to tell me how lonely it feels, Brad.
Brad: Maybe Ash is right, maybe I am insensitive.
Brad: Oh, here I am, talking about my marriage, when you --
Olivia: We're not talking about me.
Brad: Well, maybe we should be.
Olivia: You know, all I meant was that I know what it's like to be in a relationship that's "supposed to be," but it isn't.
Brad: Supposed to be intimate.
Olivia: You're right. It's been a long time, and I miss having that connection with someone who cares. I miss having a man's arms around me.
Brad: I miss making love to a woman. You know how long it's been since Ash and I -- I'm sorry.
Olivia: No, no.
Brad: I've embarrassed you, I --
Olivia: That's impossible. I'm a doctor.
Brad: An incredibly beautiful, intelligent, compassionate doctor. How is it that you --
Olivia: What, that there's not someone in my life?
Brad: Oh, there should be. If you want it, there should be.
Olivia: I guess Iím just picky.
Brad: You don't want to be too picky.
Olivia: Yes, I do. 'Cause when I love someone, I want it to be the right person. That's what makes it special. You know what you said before, about "not being enough"? I don't ever want to hear you say that again, ever. Because no matter what you're going through, I want you to know that you're a wonderful man. That you are a kind and thoughtful man. A man that any woman --
Brad: Any woman?
Olivia: We shouldnít.
Brad: I know.
Diane: How soon can we get the restraining order? All right, later today, then. Tell Her Honor "Thank you."
Phyllis: I thought I'd close the door for you. You never know who might barge in.
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