Monday Y&R Transcript 1/5/04

Y&R Transcript Monday 1/5/04--Canada; Tuesday 1/6/04--USA

By Eric
Proofread by Emma

Cameron: Sit down! Take off that dress now.

Sharon: (Gasps)

Cameron: I promise you-- I promise you you're gonna like this.

Sharon: (Gasps)

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Neil: Now how am I supposed to go out there and fight all that snow?

Dru: When it's so toasty in here.

Neil: Mama, you make it so a man doesn't want to leave you.

Dru: That's the idea.

Neil: Uh-huh.

Dru: Now what can do to get you to stay home, hmm?

Neil: Oh, you mean to call in sick?

Dru: Yeah, yeah, and, oh, my goodness. Did you know you're running a fever?

Neil: Oh, yeah?

Dru: Yeah, time for some sexual healing.

Neil: Ooh, mercy, mercy.

Dru: Feel better?

Neil: Much better.

Dru: Good. Now you know what?

Neil: What?

Dru: It's time for us to go to work.

Neil: To get back to work and earn our keep.

Dru: Mm-hmm.

Neil: Although in your case, it could be a much bigger challenge.

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Jack: Then our little botanical specimen made it safely back from Japan. It's growing. That's great. Damon, this is gonna save our collective bacon. I'll be in a little while. I'll see you as soon as I get there. Great news, yeah.

(Doorbell rings)

Phyllis: Brrr!

Jack: Brrr, indeed. Get in here.

Phyllis: Oh, my gosh. It snowed so hard. What, we'd get a foot or something?

Jack: Yeah, something like that.

Phyllis: Yeah, something like that.

Jack: Hi.

Phyllis: Hi.

Jack: You look great.

Phyllis: Thank you. Better than the other night?

Jack: Different.

Phyllis: Different-- well, clothes will do that to you.

Jack: That's what it is.

Phyllis: It was amazing.

Jack: Then it's unanimous.

Phyllis: You're getting a late start.

Jack: For some reason, I'm in the mellowest of moods.

Phyllis: Oh, so am I. I wonder why. So it was a start for us, don't you think?

Jack: It feels good this morning.

Phyllis: Okay. Yeah, it feels so good that I brought you a present.

Jack: A present. What's the occasion?

Phyllis: Well, think of it as a token of my continued good faith.

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Frederick: Hello, girls. Sorry I'm late.

Anita: That's all right. Have some coffee?

Frederick: Yeah.

Brittany: Mother has something to tell us.

Frederick: Oh.

Anita: I had a visitor last night, Frederick, right here at the club. Right before you came dragging back on foot from your trip to Marsino's. It was one of Bobby Marsino's people, a thug. That's the only word I can think of to describe him. He was tall. He had big brown eyes. Had sort of a hangdog look. Said he worked there.

Brittany: Angelo?

Anita: He wouldn't say his name.

Frederick: Was he looking for me?

Anita: No, Frederick, he wanted me to tell you something.

Brittany: Well, Angeloís a nice guy. I mean, he's sort of, um... I don't know, but... he's okay.

Anita: He is not okay, Brittany. He said that if your father continued to threaten his precious club, that terrible things were gonna happen to him.

Brittany: What?

Frederick: That's it. It's gone too far. I'm gonna put an end to it.

Anita: Frederick, sit down! This man was serious.

Brittany: Angelo?

Frederick: So am I.

Anita: Would you sit down? This isn't a joke. Now both of you know I don't scare easily. I was terrified.

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Angelo: Come on, Hodges. You like that, Hodges, huh? Oh, yeah. How about one more? Hmm? Hmm? Hmm?

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Nick: Hey, it's okay. It's just me.

Sharon: Sorry. You just scared me.

Nick: Checking yourself out in the mirror, huh?

Sharon: Yeah, right.

Nick: And you got lost in the wonder of it all. I'm just kidding.

Sharon: Oh, sorry.

Nick: So you didn't sleep so well last night, huh? You were tossing and turning all night. Were you having nightmares?

Sharon: Oh, did I keep you awake, honey?

Nick: No, not at all. I was just saying that maybe you were under more stress than I thought. It's probably the stuff with Cameron.

Sharon: Cameron?

Nick: Yeah, you know, co-hosting that party with him. I know that was the last thing you wanted to do. I should have been more sensitive, especially after you told me about that panic attack you had.

Sharon: It's okay, hon. I survived.

Nick: I know, but if I was the cause of any anxiety at all, intentional or not... you know, I'm crazy about you.

Sharon: I know, hon.

Nick: Not feeling yourself today, huh?

Sharon: Uh, I'm just a little tired.

Nick: Wanna know what I wish?

Sharon: What?

Nick: That we could just get out of here, the two of us, forget all this stuff at home.

Sharon: I wish that, too.

Nick: Unfortunately, I can't, not with my new responsibilities at work, but once I finish this deal with Cameron Kirsten, maybe we can find some time. You know, I just don't get that guy sometimes.

Sharon: What about him?

Nick: Well, he seems nice on the outside, but on the inside, I don't know. Do you ever get any feelings like that?

Sharon: Like what?

Nick: I don't know, like he doesn't respect me my business knowledge 'cause of my age.

Sharon: Where would you get an idea like that?

Nick: Well, it's just he made such a big deal about me finishing up this proposal and dropping it off to him at the Athletic Club. He doesn't even call to let me know he got it. Maybe he's just on some power trip. He's deliberately making me wait to see if I sweat. Have you sensed anything like that?

Sharon: Nope.

Nick: Hmm. I'm probably overreacting, but you know, it's almost noon. I haven't heard a word. Cameron's scheduled to fly out first thing this morning. Why do you suppose he hasn't called?

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Bobby: What's up, tough guy?

Angelo: Hey, you know, a guy could get hurt sneaking up on me like that.

Bobby: Really? Been thinking about hurting people a little more lately?

Angelo: You know, no more than usual.

Bobby: Is that right?

Angelo: Okay, a little bit more. This guy Hodges, you know, he's got me in a mood.

Bobby: Let me tell you something, Ange, just forget about the whole thing. This guy Hodges ain't gonna close us down. He's gonna make some threats. He's probably gonna send some city inspectors down here to harass us. All we gotta do is stay on our toes. This guy's a banker. He's got an important job. He's got a beautiful wife. He probably plays golf. Doubt he wants to waste all his time just harassing us.

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Frederick: You expect me to let this goon come in here and threaten my wife and get away with it?

Anita: You know, the one thing he said, Frederick, that I agree with is that you don't listen. He wasn't threatening me. It was you.

Brittany: I can't believe Angelo would do this.

Anita: He said it was his livelihood that he couldn't go to the police, so he had to protect it himself. We can't fight someone like this, Frederick. We're civilized people.

Frederick: Yeah, civilized people call the police, which is exactly what I'm going to do.

Anita: And then what? The police can't act until he actually does something. And by that time, you may be too badly hurt.

Brittany: Honest, Mom, Dad, Angelo was just blowing hot air.

Anita: Brittany, please do not say that. You are being painfully naive.

Brittany: Mom, I know these people.

Anita: No! I'm telling you, you're dealing with these people? I don't think you know as much about them as you think you do. 

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Jack: Is that...

Phyllis: The magical orchid from Drucilla's bouquet. Yeah, the one all you Abbott types were so eager to get your hot little hands on.

Jack: Why are you doing this?

Phyllis: I think I already told you that.

Jack: As a gesture of good faith.

Phyllis: Yeah. This is a huge sacrifice. I hope you know that.

Jack: Believe me, I do.

Phyllis: You know, I didn't want to part with this baby.

Jack: Yeah, I remember that.

Phyllis: Yeah, you were all so eager to swipe it from me. It didn't take much to figure out why.

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Dru: What are you talking about? Honey, would you get to the point and stop playing games?

Neil: Now you and your gang-- gang if I can call them that-- were chasing down a very rare specific type of orchid.

Dru: Says who?

Neil: Says a certain photograph that was making the rounds while all y'all were losing your minds, acting like crazy people.

Dru: Acting like crazy people?

Neil: Fell into enemy hands at one point.

Dru: Really?

Neil: That is correct. All is fair in love and war, sweetheart.

Dru: Apparently.

Neil: Anyway, back to the flower, Lily found one, put it in your bouquet without knowing what she had. No one realized it at the wedding until Phyllis caught the bouquet and wouldn't give it back.

Dru: Wow.

Neil: How close am I, huh? Plead the fifth?

Dru: I like the number five. It's a plan.

Neil: (Mocking laughter) you're way too blasť about this.

Dru: You want me to get upset over this?

Neil: Well, hell, make a lot more sense if you did. Drucilla...

Dru: Huh?

Neil: Something isn't right here. Jabot is desperate to have that orchid. Desperate enough to send three of its key people clear over to Japan to find the damn thing.

Dru: Uh-huh.

Neil: Now I have no idea why. But it seems to me that you oughta be trippin', I mean trippin' over us having it. So why aren't you?

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Gina: Nikki.

Nikki: Hi, Gina.

Gina: Hi.

Nikki: How are you?

Gina: It's so good to see you so soon after the party.

Nikki: Yeah, you too.

Gina: What can I get you?

Nikki: Thanks. Oh, those scones look good. I think I'll have a scone and some tea.

Gina: Freshly made tea.

Nikki: Thank you.

Gina: And freshly made scone. How's that?

Nikki: Great. Thanks. It was a good party last night.

Gina: Oh, thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Nikki: Oh, yeah, will you please sit down and stop working for a minute?

Gina: Well, thanks. You know, I thought Sharon did a very nice job of pulling everything together at the last minute. Party seemed to go off without a hitch.

Nikki: Well, another coup for my daughter-in-law.

Gina: Though she didn't seem to be into the co-hosting thing to me.

Nikki: I wonder why that would be.

Gina: She certainly wasn't the social butterfly she was at your gala. She seemed to keep more to herself.

Nikki: That's true. She did. I think she's probably worn out from the holidays. I'm surprised to see that you're not dragging after that late night last night. It must have gone on forever.

Gina: No, actually, the party broke up earlier than I expected.

Nikki: Did it?

Gina: Almost everyone was gone shortly after midnight. Frankly, I was amazed.

Nikki: Wow. Well, that is amazing.

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Sharon: Well, maybe Mr. Kirsten had to take an earlier flight, and he didn't have time to read your proposal.

Nick: No, because I called over there this morning to leave a message, and he still hadn't checked out of his hotel.

Sharon: Well, couldn't he have left without checking out?

Nick: Not likely. Anyway, babe, it's no big deal. You know, we all had a long night. I'm sure he was just sleeping off some of his champagne. You know what? Why don't you go back to bed? Kids aren't gonna be home for a little while. And you look like you could use a rest. Unfortunately, I have to go to the office.

Sharon: Okay. I'll see you later then?

Nick: Yes, you will. Get some rest, all right? Oh, and if Cameron calls, tell him to call me on my cell, okay?

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Brittany: Mother, do you really think we're in danger?

Anita: Not you and me, but your father, yes. These men are playing by the law of the jungle.

Frederick: Anita, be careful. Don't get carried away. Yes, these are uneducated guys, and they go around and they say they're gonna do this and they're gonna do that, but in the end, this is a country of laws.

Anita: You don't understand what I'm saying, Frederick. I want you to back away from this.

Frederick: I understand exactly what you're saying, sweetheart, and the answer is no.

Anita: Will you quit working at Marsino's?

Brittany: I don't know. I mean, no. No, I really don't want to.

Frederick: Well, it doesn't really matter whether you want to or not, kitten. I'm gonna see that place shut down for good.

Anita: Damn it, Frederick, you're being childish. You have other responsibilities that you cannot fulfill from a hospital bed.

Frederick: It's a matter of principle.

Anita: No, it's a matter of macho posturing.

Brittany: Stop it, you two. Just stop it. People are watching you. Mother, let me talk to Daddy, okay?

Anita: God, please, don't encourage him.

Brittany: I wonít. Believe me. I just want-- you guys fight too much. Just let me, okay?

Anita: I have an appointment anyway. You call me?

Brittany: I will.

Anita: Grow up, Frederick.

Brittany: Daddy, the only reason she's talking like that is she's scared for you. I think it's sweet.

Frederick: Right.

Brittany: Daddy, there are so many reasons I want you to leave Bobby alone.

Frederick: You're not thinking of getting involved with this guy, are you?

Brittany: No, but I like him.

Frederick: Men like Marsino, they take advantage of young girls who don't have a family to ground them, to offer them a safety net. And they take these women, and they turn them into damaged goods.

Brittany: Well, tell that to the girls who work at Bobby's club. They are so grateful to have a clean place to work, where no one wants to sell themselves on the side. You have no idea.

Frederick: So he's a good guy.

Brittany: Well, he's not a bad guy.

Frederick: I'm sorry, sweetie. He has to go, and the club has to go.

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Angelo: Look, there's enough at stake here. I don't want to leave it up to Fred Hodges. I mean, yeah, it could be he decides it's not worth his time, but it could be, you know, he's got a slow week. He hasn't pulled the wings off any flies lately, and he wants to start messing with us.

Bobby: Ange, let me ask you a question. Who owns this place?

Angelo: Mostly you, partly me.

Bobby: Right. And when we got into business, did we decide who's gonna call the shots?

Angelo: Look, you're the man, Bobby.

Bobby: Good. Glad we got that out of the way, 'cause I'm saying, leave Brittanyís father alone.

Angelo: So what's next? You gonna tell me which hand to brush my teeth with?

Bobby: I'm just saying don't irritate the guy.

Angelo: He's already irritated!

Bobby: Well, don't irritate me!

Angelo: Look at you, you're all red in the face! You know, if you weren't so hung up on his kid, I could tear Hodges into pieces, and you wouldn't give a rat's ass!

Bobby: Right. Ange, let's not do this. I'm gonna take care of this thing, and everything's gonna be fine!

Angelo: I got some work to finish out back, okay?

Bobby: Good, you do that.

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Sharon: Oh, Michael, thank God you're here.

Michael: When you phone it sounded like you were having a complete meltdown.

Sharon: I don't have that luxury.

Michael: Is this about Cameron Kirsten?

Sharon: How did you know that?

Michael: That's what we always talk about, Sharon. Look, you're a lovely woman, and I'm glad that you feel that you can confide in me, but I've got my own problems, especially these days--

Sharon: Look, look, Michael, listen to me. Something terrible has happened, and I didn't know who else to turn to.

Michael: What? Oh, did Nick find out about Denver?

Sharon: No, Nnick doesn't know anything about that.

Michael: Well, what then? Is Kirsten still threatening to tell Nick that you two slept together or is...

Sharon: Not anymore he isnít.

Michael: Then what the hell's making you so frantic?

Sharon: You have to promise me, promise me that you will keep this to yourself. Can I hire you as my lawyer?

Michael: Why? Why? Do you need an attorney? Look, what's this all about? Hey, stop it. You're shaking like a leaf. What?

Sharon: Cameron Kirsten is dead, Michael, and I killed him.

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Dru: Honey, why would my fabulous company, Jabot, jump up and down over a silly little orchid? Not that I believe that your theory has any validity.

Neil: You know what, mama?

Dru: Hmm?

Neil: You got all the right answers, don't you?

Dru: Well, if you know that, stop all the stupid questions.

Neil: Yeah, but I mean, come on. You oughta be, like, mad or sad or something that Phyllis and I have that orchid and you donít.

Dru: Oh, my God. Early bird gets the worm. Time to go to work.

Neil: Oh, no, no, no, whoa. Wait a minute, hold on.

Dru: What?

Neil: Hold on.

Dru: What?

Neil: The reason that you couldn't care less about that orchid is because you got ahold of another orchid, didn't you? Uh-huh, Jabot's in the clear after all.

Dru: Mmm.

Neil: Aha! That's it!

Dru: I don't know what you're talking about.

Neil: Oh, yes, you do. You know what I'm talking about. So Jabot has the orchid and so do we. The only thing we don't know is why it matters so much. But I'll tell you, as soon as I get our R&D department crackle-ackin' on the case, we'll have the answer in no time flat. So... the race is on, beautiful. I'll see you tonight. Bye.

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Phyllis: This exquisite little flower has mysterious properties.

Jack: Mysterious?

Phyllis: Yeah. I did a little research, Jack, and you knew I would.

Jack: And what'd you find out?

Phyllis: Neofinetia falcata-- a rare orchid, only grows wild in the Ryukyu Islands off southern Japan. So important you were willing to fly 7,000 miles across the Pacific Ocean in Victor Newmanís jet to get your hands on it.

Jack: Busted.

Phyllis: Yeah, I guess so. I was thinking of giving it to our chemists at Newmanís so they could just run wild with it.

Jack: But you didnít.

Phyllis: No. How could I?

Phyllis: Gone. I mean, you know how temperamental these orchids are. You look at 'em crosswise, they die on you.

Jack: Are you sure you wanna do this?

Phyllis: You mean be totally disloyal to my employer? Yes, I'm sure. I know it's important to you. So here, you have your own pet orchid. You didn't come home empty-handed.

Jack: I don't know what to say. Thank you.

Phyllis: I love you. I'm trusting you to--

Jack: No, you won't get in any trouble because of--

Phyllis: No, no, no, no. That's not what I was gonna say. I'm trusting you to understand exactly what this means, my giving you this orchid.

Phyllis: Mission accomplished. Okay, I have to go to the office.

Jack: Okay.

Phyllis: So, um... I'll talk to you later?

Jack: Yeah. (Door closes)

Jack: Well, I'll be damned.

Jack: Thank you, Phyllis. You just took Newman right out of the running.

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Brittany: Please, Dad. Isn't there any way I can get you to back off?

Frederick: I'm gonna look into my options.

Brittany: Why? Bobby pays his taxes. He has a liquor license and a cabaret license. He pays all kinds of money to the city so he can run his club legally. He plays by the rules. Just because you don't like him, do you really have to take away his business?

Frederick: Like I said, I'm gonna see what can be done, okay?

Brittany: Will you please talk to me before you do anything?

Frederick: Will you quit working there?

Brittany: You said it didn't matter if I did.

Frederick: Well, it might.

Brittany: Well, that's like blackmail.

Frederick: No, no, it's like a father of a woman who's being used. Yes, I know. I know, sweetheart. You're all grown up, and you can make your own mistakes, and you can learn your own lessons. But that dirt bag thumbed his nose at me. He's in a business the world doesn't need, and I'm going to get rid of him.

Brittany: Even if you get hurt?

Frederick: He's not gonna hurt me, not unless he wants to open up his next club in a state prison. Anyway, sweetie, I've got to go. Think about that job at the bank, hmm? It really is quite satisfying. Love you.

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Nikki: Well, Victor and I were here until midnight. Party must have broken up right after that.

Gina: Well, I suppose everyone was anxious to get home.

Nikki: Huh. Is it possible Sharon could have said good-bye to the guests somewhere else, like the Founders room?

Gina: I suppose so, but... no, as a matter of fact, I saw her leave shortly after Nicholas did, and I didn't see her after that.

Nikki: Really?

Gina: Nikki, why are you asking all these questions?

Nikki: I'm just curious.

Gina: Oh, no, you're not. You're looking for something.

Nikki: Hey, what do you think of this Kirsten guy?

Gina: Why do you ask?

Nikki: Uh, Victor and I were not very overwhelmed with him. He just seemed a little too slick, you know, not very sincere.

Gina: If he seemed a little aloof, maybe it's because he was alone, he wasn't home, and he was meeting quite a lot of people for the first time.

Nikki: Seems odd, though. Do you have any idea where Sharon could have gone right after the party?

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Michael: Okay, you hit him with a champagne bottle.

Sharon: I had to! I had to, okay? He was gonna beat me again, and he was starting to rape me. And--oh, God, it was horrible.

Michael: All right, okay. Are you sure that he's dead?

Sharon: Uh, he didn't have a pulse.

Michael: Well, your first mistake was going to that motel room.

Sharon: I had no choice, Michael. He was going to tell Nicholas about Denver.

Michael: See, that was your second mistake-- not confiding in Nicholas when Kirsten tried to blackmail you the first time.

Sharon: Why don't you understand? I could not tell Nicholas about that. Nick and I have had enough problems this year, God knows, and this was going to be the last straw!

Michael: Okay, okay, okay. Where the hell was Nicholas while this was happening?

Sharon: He was in the office. Cameron had him working on some proposal that he supposedly needed by morning.

Michael: Oh, I see, leaving you free for a tryst at the motel room.

Sharon: Oh, God. Nick's expecting to hear from him today.

Michael: And when he doesn't hear from him, he's gonna wonder why.

Sharon: He's already wondering. Michael, this was an accident. I swear it.

Michael: Why didn't you call your husband or the police or even me, for that matter? Why?

Sharon: Who's gonna believe me? Look, I-I panicked, okay? I was in shock. I didn't know what to do.

Michael: So you left him lying there and you ran off into the night.

Sharon: Not exactly.

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Phyllis: Hey! There's the newlywed. I bet I don't have to guess why you're late this morning.

Neil: I was talking to Drucilla. Hey, Phyllis, wait till you hear what I pulled out of her.

Phyllis: What?

Neil: You know what? You and I were dead on about that orchid. It's the soul reason half of Jabot's executive team showed up at my wedding.

Phyllis: Wow, so they didn't come for the sushi? Because, you know, that's why I was there.

Neil: You're a comic now. I'm trying to be serious with you.

Phyllis: Okay, okay. So what else did your wife let slip out?

Neil: You know, it's more what she didn't say.

Phyllis: Huh?

Neil: Drucilla wasn't the least bit fazed that you have the flower and they donít. You know, if it was like the Holy Grail to Jabot, she'd have been flippin' her wig.

Phyllis: Right, right, or trying to scam it back from me.

Neil: Exactly.

Phyllis: Right. So what do you make of it?

Neil: Jabot caught a break. I think they found another orchid. It's the only explanation that makes sense.

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Michael: I'm almost afraid to ask what that means.

Sharon: I told you. I was panicked. I was scared.

Michael: Just tell me what you did.

Sharon: I, uh... I wrapped his body in a sheet from the bed. It was so horrible, Michael. I couldn't even-- I couldn't look at him. I, uh... I dragged him down into the hallway and... and then down the fire escape and then out into the alley.

Michael: And you left him?

Sharon: Yeah, behind a dumpster.

Michael: Do you realize how guilty that makes you look?

Sharon: I wasn't thinking about that.

Michael: Obviously you weren't thinking much, period.

Sharon: Michael, please don't criticize me, okay? I need your help. I need you to tell me what to do.

Michael: Sharon, there's only one piece of advice I can give you.

Sharon: What is it?

Michael: And I'm bound by law to do so. You've got to go to the authorities. You've got to tell them what happened. I'll go with you. I will help you.

Sharon: No, uh, I can't go to the police, Michael. There's too much at stake here.

Michael: You listen to me. Listen to me, Sharon. It probably snowed all night. The body is probably almost buried, but eventually someone will discover it.

Sharon: Oh, God. Oh, God. Look, I-- even if I did go to the police, there's no saying that they're gonna believe me. There's no saying they're not gonna think I did this on purpose.

Michael: No, no, no. You are taking a hell of a risk keeping quiet. I mean, it is hard to get away with murder.

Sharon: This was not murder, okay? He was trying to rape me.

Michael: But understand it's your word against his, and he can't talk. He's dead.

Sharon: Okay. But they would have to have some reason to connect it to me, and they donít.

Michael: You hope.

Sharon: God, Michael, what am I gonna do? I can't go to the police. I just-- I can't go to the police.

Michael: Okay. It's your funeral, Sharon. You call me if you change your mind. Meantime, I'll keep my fingers crossed.

Michael: You know where to find me.

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Gina: I assumed Sharon went home.

Nikki: No, she didnít. She was away from her house until the wee hours.

Gina: Well, I really don't know what to say, Nikki.

Nikki: Are you sure there weren't any guests lingering in another part of the club?

Gina: Well, I don't think so, but I can't be 100% certain of that.

Nikki: I don't know what this means.

Gina: Nikki, you're acting like this is some kind of big mystery.

Nikki: No, I just am curious about what's going on. I mean, this woman has a history of causing problems in our family.

Gina: I know, but if you're trying to attach some kind of dark motive to--

Nikki: No, I'm not doing that. I just don't know what could keep her out most of the night. I mean, she was still out when I went to bed, and it was practically morning by then.

Gina: Well, maybe she and Nicholas decided to sneak out and have--

Nikki: No, no, no, no. Nicholas was at the office. Victor saw him there. And I know that the kids both had sleepovers at friends.

Gina: Hmm. Sounds like you're trying to make a case against your daughter-in-law.

Nikki: Gina, I just want to get to the bottom of it.

Gina: Well, then I'm sure there's some logical explanation.

Nikki: Yes, I'm sure that there is. I just wonder what that is. But I'll tell you this, I'm gonna find out.

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Phyllis: Wow. Uh, my God. Neil, if you're right--

Neil: Oh, come on, Phyllis. Of course, I'm right. When I ran it past Dru, her expression gave her away totally.

Phyllis: Okay, she didn't-- she didnít 100% confirm that they had an orchid.

Neil: What are you talking about? She didn't have to. Drucilla, she's very bright, resourceful and clever, but as a poker player, she stinks. So next steps, we have a neofinetia. We're behind on points, since we don't know exactly what the competition is so cranked up about. However, logic tells us that it's something in the cosmetics or personal-care realm. I'll tell you what. I'm gonna call R&D, let them know that you'll be coming by with the orchid for analysis. I'm assuming that you put the orchid in water, right?

Phyllis: Yeah.

Neil: Is it here at the office? How soon can I let them know to expect you?

Phyllis: Um, Neil, you canít.

Neil: What do you mean I can't?

Phyllis: I don't have the orchid. I gave it to Jack

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