Wednesday Y&R Transcript 7/16/03

Y&R Transcript Wednesday 7/16/0
3--Canada; Thursday 7/17/03

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Weber: You seem startled, Christine.

Chris: I'm just surprised, that's all. I thought I was alone.

Weber: You didn't hear my car pull up?

Chris: No.

Weber: Too focused on looking around, is that it?

Chris: Did you follow me out here?

Weber: That's pretty obvious.

Chris: Which means you've been staking out my apartment. I'm under surveillance.

Weber: You know, you asked a question a moment ago.

Chris: And what was that, Detective?

Weber: What are you doing here, Christine?

Chris: I'm not sure that's any of your business.

Weber: Well, when you told me about pulling off to the side of the road and falling asleep in your car the other day, you were very vague about the location. And yet when I followed you out here just now, you seemed to know exactly where you were headed. You mind explaining that?


Michael: I'm here to check on Chris.

Paul: She isn't here. She went for a walk. Have you heard anything more from Weber?

Michael: Not a peep.

Paul: You know why? Because he came up with nothing, that's why. Hounding Chris, hauling her down to the station trying to intimidate her-- it was all for nothing.

Michael: I hope you're right.

Paul: Look, Baldwin . Whatever happened to Isabella, Chris had nothing to do with it.

Michael: Understand something, Paul. Even though Detective Weber is lying low, that doesn't mean he's dropped Christine as a suspect. He could be sitting on all kinds of information just waiting for the perfect moment to spring it on us.


(Knock on door)

Bobby: Come in.

Brittany : You want to see?

Bobby: You bet I do.

Brittany : Promise you'll say you like it, no matter what?

Bobby: With a body like yours, what's not to like?

Brittany : Okay. Here goes.


(Doorbell rings)

Dru: Hey, what a lovely surprise.

Wes: Yeah, I'm surprised I even caught you at home. Neil here?

Dru: Mnh-mnh. He's working late. Come on in. You look good.

Wes: Thanks. Thanks. Working late. Aren't you just a couple of peas in a pod?

Dru: Yeah, we've been kind of busy these days.

Wes: And competitive?

Dru: Well, yeah. That, too.

Wes: How's it going?

Dru: Oh, it is going so... oh. You didn't come here to talk about that. You came to talk about Lily, I bet.

Wes: Partly, yeah.

Dru: Yeah, well, listen, I appreciate your concern, but Neil and I, we have everything handled.

Wes: Ah. You're talking about your marriage, I presume.

Dru: Yeah, I know it's not the answer to everything, Wes, but, you know, we feel good.

Wes: No, it's probably not.

Dru: Oh, don't tell me you came here to be the prompt of doom.

Wes: No. As a matter of fact, I've got some news of my own.


Kevin: So you're Mona Lily.

Lily: And you're Fisherman.

Kevin: My real name is Kevin.

Lily: Mine's Lily.

Kevin: It's nice to meet you, Lily.

Lily: You, too. Nice to put a face to the name.

Kevin: You saw my face earlier... at the coffeehouse you were there, right?

Lily: Um... yeah, but let me explain. It wasn't like that.

Kevin: No explanation necessary. You took one look at me, and you left.

Lily: No, no. It wasn't like that at all. I just--I was about to come over and talk to you, but then my parents showed up, and they dragged me out to the patio. By the time I came back in, you were gone. You have no idea how sorry I am.

Kevin: It's okay.

Lily: Really?

Kevin: Yeah, forget about it.

Lily: Okay.

Kevin: I did feel a little silly, though-- standing there by myself wearing this ridiculous shirt.

Lily: Well, I think that it looks nice on you.

Kevin: Thanks. So now that we have that out of the way, tell me more about yourself.

Lily: What do you want to know?

Kevin: Everything.


Dru: News of your own, you say?

Wes: Uh-huh.

Dru: What?

Wes: Dru, I've asked your sister to marry me.

Dru: Shut up. Come on, are you serious?

Wes: Yeah, now you don't have a problem with that, do you?

Dru: What, because of our past?

Wes: I know Liv was a little uncomfortable with it at first.

Dru: Oh, she wasn't that uncomfortable, right? Because-- look. Look. What we had between us, it was wonderful, Wes, but now--

Wes: But now we're both in different places, aren't we?

Dru: Exactly. Man, I am so happy for you. Getting married to my sister, that's awesome!

Wes: Well, now wait a minute. Don't get too excited, 'cause I still haven't gotten my answer yet.

Dru: What is wrong with her? Oh, I have to give her a reality check.

Wes: No, Dru, no. You are not going to do any such thing, no. This is a very big discission. You got to give her time to sort it out.

Dru: Wes, you know she's crazy about you, right?

Wes: Yeah, but I also know that she's dealing with a lot of not-so-pretty history. I don't want any pressure on her.

Dru: Wes, come on.

Wes: No. I'm giving her 48 hours.

Dru: 48 hours. You know what? You and Liv might get married before Neil and me. I cannot believe this.

Wes: Wait. You two made plans?

Dru: Yeah, four weeks. We're going to tie the knot.

Wes: Oh. Rushing right into things, aren't we?

Dru: No. No. It's what we really want.

Wes: How does lily feel about all this?


Lily: Well, it feels like you already know everything about me.

Kevin: You never told me your birthday.

Lily: Oh, June 1st. How about you?

Kevin: May 28th.

Lily: Oh. Only a few days apart.

Kevin: Yeah, I guess so.

Kevin: Well, this shouldn't be so hard.

Lily: Yeah, you wouldn't think so.

Kevin: I mean, we talk all the time online.

Lily: I know, for, like, hours on end.

Kevin: So your parents were at the coffeehouse?

Lily: Yeah. Worst possible timing. Ruined everything, as usual.

Kevin: Are they still giving you a hard time?

Lily: Yeah. Now they've made this horrible decision.

Kevin: Do you want to talk about it?

Lily: No, not really. I don't know. It's just-- my parents just-- well, I've told you how they are, you know. I love them so much, but sometimes they just drive me insane, you know?

Kevin: It is the same way with me and my parents. They have this way of pushing every possible button. And it hasn't gotten much better now that I'm not living at home. When I go back to visit, they still treat me like I'm a kid.

Lily: Yeah.

Kevin: You know what I really used to hate? When they'd say things like, "son, we're doing this because it's what's best for you." That is such bull. Like I haven't noticed that what's best for me is always what's best for them, too. How convenient, huh?

Lily: Yes. Exactly, that-- that's totally how I feel.

Kevin: Yeah. Well, what do you know? Another thing we have in common


Brittany : You don't like it.

Bobby: No, it looks great.

Brittany : But...

Bobby: Doesn't matter.

Brittany : Come on, let's have it.

Bobby: It's just that most of the girls don't wear an outfit that takes more than one song to take off.

Brittany : But I'm not going to be taking this off.

Bobby: I know. I got it. I got it.

Brittany : Besides, there's a zipper right here in the front.

Bobby: Mm-hmm.

Brittany : Bob, you said no pressure.

Bobby: I know. I know. I meant it. Now what song are you going to be singing?

Brittany : If you want to know, why don't you come out and catch my act?

Bobby: Don't worry, I plan on it.

Brittany : I want you to see that audience eating out of my hand, yelling at me to sing another number.

Bobby: Yeah. Well, I hope you know the one that goes, "take it off, baby, take it off."

Brittany : Bobby, if you don't think this is going to work, it's not going to work.

Bobby: Doesn't matter what I think. If it works, I'm going to feel it right here in the numbers-- the amount of drinks sold, amount of cover charges paid and the amount of customers that come back the next night to see your show.

Brittany : Yeah, you've made that very clear. This is about money.

Bobby: What did you think? What the hell are you here for but to pay your rent? Give me a break.

Britty: This is your club. It's got your name on it. So what's wrong with something that's, you know--

Bobby: Having a class act every once in awhile? Listen, honey, you got to learn to separate business from the rest of your life. This place isn't me. I run this place so that I can have a nice car to drive to my nice house so that I can wear nice clothes and take vacations wherever and whenever I want. I don't punch a time clock, and I don't answer to anybody.

Brittany : Congratulations.

Bobby: Look, I don't know why I'm justifying myself to you for. You have a show to do. Come on, let's see what happens when the rubber meets the road. Oh, by the way, you going to use your real name?

Brittany : Um, I guess not.

Bobby: Well, then give me a name, come on.

Brittany : Marilyn?

Bobby: All right. Show time, Marilyn.


Diane: You didn't say what you wanted on the phone.

Phyllis: No, I didnít. Kyle has been asking for Zippy, and I figured he left it here when he visited you last.

Diane: Yeah, he did. My fault. We were running late.

Phyllis: Okay, thanks. Listen, I just saw Michael, and he said that you've been talking to the police about your theory of how Christine might have killed Isabella.

Diane: So?

Phyllis: I'm going to give it to you straight, cupcake. There's a lot at stake here. There's a hell of a lot at stake, and if you're stirring the pot just because, well, you have nothing better to do with your life, yeah, I have a problem with that. I have a big problem with that.


Paul: What kind of information?

Michael: If I knew that, I wonít be standing here scratching my head.

Paul: You know, if Weber thinks he has something, he is on the wrong track.

Michael: Well, obviously. I mean, just ask Phyllis Abbott what it's like when the good detective is on the wrong track. Tell me about Christine.

Paul: What about her?

Michael: What kind of shape is she in?

Paul: She's been having nightmares. She just woke up from one.

Michael: Nightmares about what?

Paul: I think she's reacting to Isabella and the very real possibility that Isabella has been murdered.

Michael: This is not good.

Paul: It's awful. I hate seeing her like this.

Michael: Oh, yes. Meantime, Detective Weberís out there just thinking what he's thinking, suspecting--you know, if Christine is as fragile as you say she is--

Paul: What do you mean, keep Weber away from her?

Michael: She cannot be alone with him, not for a second.

Paul: Not for a second.


Chris: You seem to be making a lot of assumptions, Detective.

Weber: About what?

Chris: Why I drove out here.

Weber: You deny you had a reason?

Chris: I don't think it's any of your concern.

Weber: So that's the way you're going to be?

Chris: And what way is that?

Weber: Evasive and uncooperative.

Chris: It's kind of hard to cooperate when I'm not sure myself about so many things.

Weber: Ah, the alleged memory loss.

Chris: I should be heading home.

Weber: Such a long way for such a short stay.

Chris: Well, no reason to linger.

Weber: It bothers you, doesn't it? That you're being observed.

Chris: You're harassing me.

Weber: Come on, Christine. You know better than that.

Chris: Do I? I agreed to the physical examination at the police station. I answered your questions to the best of my knowledge. And now you've gone as far as to put me under surveillance and follow me out here. Why?

Weber: You're an attorney. You know I can't comment on an ongoing investigation.

Chris: If that's all you're going to say...

Weber: I can clarify two things-- we got the DNA test on the blood that we found at the apartment. It is definitely Isabella Williams'. And two-- regarding your physical, we haven't got the test results back.

Chris: I'm not worried.

Weber: Let's hope you don't have to be.

Chris: I'll see you in Genoa City, Detective.

Weber: Yes, ma'am, you will.

Weber: Yeah, this is Weber. I need an evidence team out to Route K, Marker 18. That's correct. A.S.A.P. Thank you.  


(Cheers and applause)

Bobby: All right, ladies and gentlemen, that was Brenda. Brenda. Come on; put your hands together for Brenda. Wasn't she great? Listen, I want to thank you all for your generosity. I'm sure Brenda would like to thank each and every one of you personally, but you know, I don't allow that here at Marsino's

Man: Aw, come on, bobby!

Bobby: Listen, I usually don't do this and come out, but I got something special for you tonight. I got this new, young girl, new local talent. Her name is Marilyn. And she's going to come out here and do something special for you. Now I want you to give her your full and complete attention.

Man: Yeah, bring her on, baby!

Man #2: Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!

Bobby: All right, easy. Easy. Easy. Easy. This is her first time, not only at Marsinoís but anywhere. So be gentle with her. Now put your hands together. Let's make some noise for Marilyn. (Cheers and applause)

Bobby: Ladies and gentlemen, Marilyn!


Dru: Man, don't even start lecturing me about my daughter.

Wes: No lecture, but I am concerned, Dru.

Dru: You know what? We know it's going to be a lot of work, okay? But we think we know want Lily wants and that would be a stable family.

Wes: Dru, if it's what you want, that's great. I wish you the best. But you and Neil getting married is not going to solve what Lily's going through. She's not a baby. She's not an adult. She needs stability. But Lily, she doesn't even know where she belongs anymore. She feels alone, not part of anything. Now you can't just wave a magic wand, say, "we're a family now," and then, poof, all the bad stuff goes away.

Dru: Okay. Okay. Neil already told me you think Lily belongs in therapy.

Wes: I think she needs to get up off that internet and reconnect with the real world.

Dru: Well, amen on that.

Wes: What worries me is if she really feels alone, just how vulnerable she might become. Where's she going to go? Who's she going to reach out to, to fill that void?

Dru: You are such a worrywart. Would you stop? If it makes you feel any better, Wes, she is with her girlfriends right now.

Wes: Well, yeah, that would make me feel better if I knew she was reconnecting with peers and having some sort of social life, yeah.

Dru: We are not going to let anything happen to our little baby. Nothing. So you can stop worrying about that, okay? You need to concentrate on that marriage proposal and getting the right answer, Mr. Man. Can you do that?


(Lily giggling)

Lily: What about that time that you were at your grandparents'?

Kevin: Oh! Oh, and I I.M.'D you about the--

Lily: The story about the bats in the attic. That was hilarious.

Kevin: Maybe for you.

Lily: What?

Kevin: Look, I'm the one who had to go up there and get the trunk that my grandmother wanted. It was the most terrifying moment of my life.

Lily: Oh, come on. I think bats are cute.

Kevin: You're not serious?

Lily: What, does that weird you out?

Kevin: Not really. But you're not like a vampire or anything, are you?

Lily: No.

Kevin: Because if you are that's cool. I would just like to know.

Lily: No, nothing like that.

Kevin: Okay, just checking.

Lily: Well, it's getting kind of late, I should-- I should probably go.

Kevin: Already?

Lily: Yeah.

Kevin: I was hoping we could spend some more time together.

Lily: Another night?

Kevin: Yeah, that'd be cool.

Lily: Okay. Maybe we could go see a movie or something.

Kevin: Sure.

Lily: Or I could come to your apartment.

Kevin: Okay. Whatever.

Lily: You know, I'm really glad that we got to meet in person.

Kevin: Yeah. Me, too.

Kevin: Good night.

Lily: Good night.


Michael: Yeah. All right. All right, so the DNA tests definitely show that the blood found in the apartment was Isabellaís. Yeah. Well, you have him call me as soon as he gets in. I would like an update on my client's status. Thank you. Good-bye.

Paul: So Weberís not there?

Michael: I would be a lot more comfortable with him behind his desk.

Paul: I wonder where the hell he is.

Chris: Detective Weber? He was with me.


Diane: You have a problem with everything, Phyllis.

Phyllis: Diane, this is not a game.

Diane: My best friend, as you put it, is probably dead. So don't you dare come in here and accuse me of playing games.

Phyllis: Good job. Good job. Let's call the academy, because you're giving Meryl Streep a run for her money.

Diane: I really don't give a damn whether or not you believe me. I can guarantee you, however, that Detective Weber took my concerns very seriously.

Phyllis: (Patronizing) Detective Weber took my concerns very seriously. God, where have I heard that before? Your concerns about Christine? Listen, she may be an annoying, sanctimonious little prig, but she's not a murderer.

Diane: Look, you and I both know that this is not a man who's easily swayed.

Phyllis: Oh! Oh! Oh! Wait a second. Are you kidding me?

Diane: He wasn't about to just blindly accept what I was telling him.

Phyllis: What's your point?

Diane: The point is if he suspects Christine, which he obviously does, or you wouldn't be here in such lather, he has reason beyond my say-so.

Phyllis: And what's your say-so, Diane?

Diane: Isabella was terrified of Christine. The night she-- well, the night that everything happened, Isabella called Michael, she was almost hysterical, and she begged him to come over because she thought she heard noises. She thought that somebody was trying to break in. And in fact, earlier that day, Isabella took out a restraining order against Christine.

Phyllis: Oh, please. What for?

Diane: Isabella made the mistake of letting Christine in one night. Christine was all furious about something, and things got ugly. And then Christine throws Isabella on the couch and starts choking the life out of her. I mean, Thank God she backed off before Isabella was seriously hurt.

Phyllis: Wow. Could it be that saint Christine, the moral judge of all humanity, is going around offing people?

Diane: Well. Well. Well. Talk about dishonesty.

Phyllis: What?

Diane: L this drivel about how you've changed thanks to the love of a good man. But just scratch a bit beneath the surface, and there you are, the same petty, vengeful Phyllis.


(Cheers and applause)

Man: Yeah!

Brittany: You had plenty money in 2002 you let other women make a fool of you why don't you do right like some other men do Get out of here

Man: Hey, Marilyn, come on, show us something!

Brittany: You're sitting' down wondering' what it's all about if you ain't got no money they will put you out why don't you do right like some other men do

Brittany: Get out of here and get me some money, too

Man: Come on, show us what's under your skirt, baby!

Man #2: Take it off.

Brittany: Can I just sing my song, please?

Man: Yeah, here. Sing it naked.

Brittany: What's the matter, you don't like music?

Man #2: I like your body.

Brittany: I fell for your Jiving' and I took you in Now all you've got to offer emís a drink of gin. Why don't you do right? Like some other men do

Brittany: Get out of here And get me some money, too

Man: Come on, take something off, Marilyn!

Man #2: Something serious, huh?

Man #3: You're killing' me, Marilyn!

Brittany: Look, you guys, can you just give me a break, okay? I'm just trying to sing my song.

Man: Aw, come on. Give us some sugar, honey. Pretty please, with Benjamin Franklin on top?

Man #2: Give us some skin, Marilyn!

Man: Come on, Marilyn.

Man #2: Come on, I don't have all night.

Man #3: Oh!

Man #4: Come on, Marilyn. (Music stops)

Brittany: Why don't you do right like some other men do?

Man: Come on. Show us something, Marilyn. (Burlesque music playing) (men clapping and cheering)

Man: That's it! Come on. That's it.

Man #2: Come on, Marilyn! Whoo!

Man #3: Show us a little something, Marilyn.

Man #2: Come on, we're waiting.

Man #3: Here we go!

Brittany: Okay. Okay, fine. Okay, is that what you want? Is this what you want?

Man #3: That's a start!


Wes: Lily.

Lily: Wes, hey.

Wes: Hey.

Lily: Hey.

Wes: How you doing?

Lily: I'm great. Want to grab a seat?

Wes: Sure.

Lily: Okay. Thank you. So what's new?

Wes: You tell me. You seem to be in such a good mood.

Lily: Am I?

Wes: Yeah, I'm a little surprised. I mean, frankly, your mother said you haven't been all that pleasant to be around lately.

Lily: She said that?

Wes: Mm-hmm.

Lily: Yeah, well, it's all her fault, hers and my Dad's.

Wes: Still not thrilled about your parents getting hitched again?

Lily: It's the worst idea I've ever heard.

Wes: You know, Lily, this wedding is happening, whether you like it or not. If you give it half a chance, it might turn out to be a good thing. So I'm curious. What's going on? Why were you smiling when I walked in?

Lily: No reason.

Wes: Okay, like I buy that. You mean your Mom said you were hanging out with friends today or messing?

Lily: Yeah, I hung out with Colleen and Sierra.

Wes: Okay. But I mean, that's not why you're smiling. I mean, you hang out-- wait a minute. Why, lily Amanda Winters...

Lily: What?

Wes: You got a guy in your life. Is there a new guy? Aha, you got a boyfriend.

Lily: No "aha." Yes, there is someone like, but it's not a thing, so I don't want to make a thing of it.

Wes: Oh, it's not a thing. Okay.

Lily: No. I mean it, Wes. If you give me a hard time, I swear.

Wes: All right, all right, I wonít. I promise.

Lily: Thank you. Okay, but I have to go.

Wes: Wait. You're going to drop a bomb like that and then just walk off? All right, well, I'm glad I ran into you.

Lily: Me too. It's good to see you. Bye.

Wes: Wait, lily. Not right now, but maybe later when you feel more comfortable, I really would like to meet this new friend of yours.

Lily: You're really sweet to care about me, Wes. Bye.


 (Cheers and applause)

Man: Come back here. Come on. What are you doing? Come on.

Brittany: Okay, you guys, if this is what you want, this is what you're going to get.

(Cheers and applause) (medium-tempo music playing) (cheers and applause)


Paul: He must have staked out the building. You can't even go for a walk without this guy harassing you.

Chris: It wasn't a problem.

Paul: Yes, it is a problem. You don't need this now. You know, next time you talk to the guy, tell him to leave her the hell alone. You're her lawyer. You ought to be able to do something.

Michael: Chris, when you say it was no problem, what exactly did you and Weber talk about?

Chris: I handled his questions, Michael.

Michael: Which tells me nothing.

Chris: Would you just stop worrying?

Michael: I will once you tell me what the questions were and more importantly, how you answered them.

Chris: He was mainly curious about why I decided to drive down to Lake Michigan tonight.


Brittany: $50. There's $70, $80. $380. Can you believe it?

Angelo: Nice take.

Brittany: Nice? It's incredible.

Angelo: Well, you know, I seen better, but, you know, you're just starting out.

Brittany: Cash.

Angelo: Yeah, now don't forget. You got to give Bobby his cut.

Brittany: What do you mean "his cut"? I thought he made all his money here at the bar. Don't I get to keep all this?

Angelo: No, honey, honey. It's normal. The house always takes a percentage, all right?

Bobby: Ange, where's your head? On her first night after what she sacrificed out there, do you really think I'd take a cut?

Angelo: What was I thinking? You were good, kid. Nice voice.

Bobby: So listen, I got another slot opening up in 45 minutes. Want to double your take?

Brittany: Well, it wasn't that bad.

Bobby: It gets easier. You might actually start enjoying yourself.

Brittany: Yeah, okay.

Bobby: Ha ha ha ha.

Brittany: I'll take it.

Bobby: Attagirl. Have fun this time.


Diane: Look at you. You're practically salivating at the thought of your old enemy going down. I wonder what Jack would say. Nothing good, I'm sure.

Phyllis: Oh, why don't you tell him? Knock yourself out. Go tattle on me.

Diane: No, no, no. I just find it fascinating, these moments when your true colors shine.

Phyllis: Okay, listen, the bottom line is neither of us wants Michael going down along with Christine, okay?

Diane: And how, pray tell is that going to happen?

Phyllis: Well, when I said something was at stake, I was talking about Michaelís career.

Diane: You mean he's representing her? What an idiot!

Phyllis: No, listen, he's in love with Christine, okay? And when I spoke to him earlier, I got the distinct impression that he thought she was guilty.

Diane: Michael said that?

Phyllis: No, actually, the opposite he vehemently denied it.

Diane: So you think he might try and go out on a limb to protect her.

Phyllis: I think that he'd throw away his law license as a romantic gesture.

Diane: Do you really think Michael would be that impulsive?

Phyllis: Yeah, I do. Diane, I don't know if you know this, but Christine is Michaelís Achilles heel. She's innocent and he does something stupid, it won't be that big of a deal, but if she's guilty, then...

Diane: Then it's up to us to try and save him from himself.

Phyllis: Oh, my--you actually listened to.

(Knock on door)

Diane: Who is it?

Weber: Detective Weber.

Diane: Hello, Detective. What can I do for you?

Weber: I'm looking for Phyllis. Good, good, you're still here.

Phyllis: Looking for me?

Weber: Yes, I checked with your assistant. You phoned in and said you were on your way over to see Miss Jenkins. I need to talk to you.

Phyllis: About what, Detective?

Weber: Baldwin, Christine and what appears to be the murder of Isabella Williams.


Paul: Lake Michigan? Chris!

Chris: Please don't be upset.

Paul: You told me you were going for a walk.

Chris: I'm sorry if I misled you, but if I told you where I was going, you would have stopped me.

Michael: Didn't occur to you that the police might be tailing you?

Chris: Michael, I've been a little upset.

Michael: Paul told me about the nightmares.

Chris: So then maybe you can understand why I needed answers now more than ever.

Paul: What kind of answers were you hoping to find out there?

Chris: I don't know. I had to look.

Paul: And?

Chris: Nothing.

Michael: Didn't click for you there?

Chris: I walked around the clearing. I found the boat. Everything was a blank. Maybe if I had more time before Detective Weber showed up.

Michael: Wait a minute. Weber? He was there with you at the lake?

Chris: Yeah, that's where we talked.

Michael: My--my God. Did he see what you were doing? Was he aware there was a boat, anything?

Paul: Oh, please, would you stop it just for once? Don't be so concerned about your own skin.

Chris: What does that mean?

Paul: It means he slipped the fisherman enough cash to have his boat professionally cleaned. All the blood that was there is gone.

Chris: Michael that could have been evidence.

Michael: I was trying to protect you.

Chris: Protect me from what, the police?

Michael: Paul is making it sound a lot worse than it was.

Chris: My God, you could be disbarred for something like that. Why would you even feel it's necessary? God, do you think I killed Isabella?


Next on the "the young and the restless"...

Chris: You tampered with the evidence on the boat because you think I had something to do with it being there.

Michael: No, no.


Victor: For you to present this as an ultimatum leads me to the conclusion that you're out of your mind. Are you part of this?

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