Thursday Y&R Transcript 1/15/04

Y&R Transcript Thursday 1/15/04--Canada; Friday 1/16/04--USA

BY Eric
Proofread by Emma

Michael: Thanks for coming by, Victor.

Victor: You said you had some news.

Michael: I do. It's not good.

Victor: Let's hear it.

Michael: I had a visit from Franklin Becker-- ye olde federal prosecutor.

Victor: And?

Michael: Well, all I can say is I sure hope it was worth selling a few extra tubes of lip gloss for. Apparently, he's coming under a great deal of pressure to take your case, uh, our case, back from the state and prosecute it as a federal crime.

Victor: Uh-huh. That means we're looking at... the possibility of jail time, is that it?

Michael: I told you it wasn't good news.

Victor: How likely is this gonna happen?

Michael: We'd be insane to assume that it wonít.

Victor: What are you doing to forestall it?

Michael: Not much. Pray, maybe.

Victor: What do you mean, "pray, maybe"? Don't you call me and tell me that I may face time in prison and just shrug your shoulders. There's got to be something you can do.


Raul: Hey, what's all that?

Brittany: Breakfast in bed.

Raul: Yeah? You can't cook.

Brittany: Minor detail.

Raul: Huh.

Brittany: Scrambled eggs, lightly-fried ham-- that I can manage.

Raul: Well, I never heard the smoke alarm go off.

Brittany: Well, I did have to do the toast three times, but you know what they say, practice makes perfect.

Raul: Yeah?

Brittany: Yeah.

Raul: Mmm. This is a great way to start the day, honey, but I'm... oh, my God. How did it get so late? I was supposed to have a class today?

Brittany: I turned the alarm off.

Raul: What?

Brittany: Don't worry. You have plenty of time.

Raul: So tell me, what did I do to deserve such a nice surprise?


Jill: Eileen, thank you so much for coming out here on such short notice.

Eileen: Well, that's how it works, Jill. We're always prepared to come when we're needed. You can call me anytime, day or night.

Jill: Well, from everything I've heard, that's a critical part of the equation.

Eileen: The personal support? Yes. You know, sometimes all a person needs to get through one night is someone to hold their hand.

Jill: I have to tell you, this is all very reassuring.

Eileen: Don't make the mistake of thinking it's easy.

Jill: No, no. Believe me, I know it's not gonna be easy.

Eileen: But it can be done, that's the important thing to remember. There are hundreds of success stories every day. Don't forget, Jill, anytime, day or night.

Jill: Thank you, Eileen. Thank you so much.

Eileen: Good night.

Jill: Okay. Watch your step here.

Jill: Drive safely.

Kay: Who was that woman? What was she doing here?


Kevin: Bobby. Great. Good. I'm glad you're here.

Bobby: You sure about that?

Kevin: Yeah, of course I'm sure. I got these w-2 filled out, ready to go in the mail. It took some doing. There were some discrepancies between the payroll balance and the numbers in the withholding account. For awhile, I wasn't sure if I could clear it up, but, uh, I did. So you're not gonna have to worry about the I.R.S. On these babies.

Bobby: I better not.

Kevin: Right. Okay, good. Now I'm gonna get started on the quarterly return. Just form 941. It's not a difficult one if you know what you're doing, and I do, because I'm really good at my job.

Bobby: Kev, just slow down. You're losing me here.

Kevin: Sorry, Bobby. I don't mean to get all technical on you. Uh, but that's why you got me, right? So that you don't have to think about these things. So don't you worry. You just keep the money rolling in, and I'll make sure I keep the government off your back.

Bobby: What's with this sudden attack of Johnny-on-the-spot?

Kevin: I'm just doing my job.

Bobby: Well, you can relax. It's not your job anymore.


Paul: So how's it going, J.T.?

J.T.: Huh, well, it's freezing outside, but other than that, I'm all right. Had any luck tracking any evidence down against Kevin Fisher?

Paul: No, no, I'm afraid not.

J.T.: Well, you went through all the police and fire reports, right?

Paul: Oh, yeah, till my eyes were rolling around in my head.

J.T.: And you couldn't find anything at all?

Paul: Well, I'll tell you this, whoever torched Ginaís restaurant did one hell of a job. No prints, no clues, no trace that could lead us to anyone.

J.T.: Damn it. We know it was him, Paul.

Paul: I know, but we can't hang a guy without proof.

J.T.: There's gotta be a way we can nail him.

Paul: Well, I think there is.

J.T.: This mysterious plan of yours.

Paul: Yes, but we both need to play our parts. Because the one person who knows for certain who committed the crime is Kevin Fisher, and that may turn out to be our best evidence..


Dru: Jack! Jack! Jack! I figured out how to solve our problem.

Jack: And what problem would that be?

Dru: The missing orchid problem.

Jack: Yeah, that's a problem, all right.

Dru: Okay, there's only one solution.

Jack: Okay, let's hear it.

Dru: We track down Phyllis and have her arrested for theft.

Jack: Having my wife arrested is going a bit too far, don't you think?

Dru: Not when the fate of Jabot rests in the balance.

Jack: Dru, you're talking about my wife, a woman I love.

Dru: So you've said. So you've said, and love is blind, but may I remind you that she screwed you over royally, Jack? Now listen, I really don't care if you two fight about your marital differences. This is a different issue.

Jack: Because this is business.

Dru: Because Phyllis committed a crime. What about Jabot? A lot of jobs rest on those orchids, may I remind you?

Jack: Dru, I understand what you're saying. I don't think the authorities would even listen to us.

Dru: And why not?

Jack: Because Phyllis is my wife. She has access to my keys. Who's to say I didn't give them to her? And did she steal those orchids under her capacity as a Newman employee, or as my wife? And what are those orchids worth, anyway? You see where I'm going with this? They would tell us to work things out ourselves.

Dru: I cannot believe you are being this nonchalant about the debacle.

Jack: I am not nonchalant, believe me. I'm furious.

Dru: Well, you certainly aren't acting like it, Jack.

Jack: You don't know half of what goes on in these offices. I'm fighting off creditors every day. Hell, the wolves are at the door. And no one knows better than I do what a new and revolutionary product could do for the fortunes of this company. But having my wife arrested-- it's overkill.

Dru: Okay, so our option would be to sit around and do nothing?

Jack: Keep in mind; we have a hell of liability suit if Newman ever gets convicted.

Dru: "If" is the operative word. "If." What about now?


Kay: I don't want it.

Jill: No, drink it. You're dehydrated. It'll be good for you.

Kay: Jill, I am really not interested in your pronouncements of what you think is good for me.

Jill: Yeah, so I gather. How do you feel?

Kay: Like hell.

Jill: I'm sure.

Kay: Call Robert.

 Jill: Why?

Kay: I would like to go back to the hotel.

Jill: Oh, forget it.

Kay: You can't make me stay here.

Jill: Why do you want to leave?

Kay: I don't have to answer to you.

Jill: You want to be alone so you can drink, so you can go on another bender.

Kay: Why did I think it would be so grand to have a daughter?

Jill: Well, now I don't recall that you did, especially once you found out that daughter was me.

Kay: Well, you play the hand you're dealt.

Jill: Is that what you're doing?

Kay: I'm calling your bluff. You don't want me here any more than I want to be here.


J.T.: So you gonna tell me what this plan is, or am I gonna have to guess?

Paul: Well, for now I think I'll just tell you as much as you need to know.

J.T.: Come on, Paul. You can trust me.

Paul: No, it's not a matter of trust. I just think it's best if you don't know everything that's going to happen. Just follow orders.

J.T.: Suddenly I'm in the army, is that it?

Paul: Well, you can be a part of the war without knowing the whole battle strategy.

J.T.: You're the general, and I'm the private. I get it.

Paul: Look, you can make yourself a colonel if you want, just do what I say. All right? Now tell me, what's going on with Kevin on your end?

J.T.: Well, I had him seriously rattled at the coffeehouse. I mean, I really got in his face. And then at Marsino's, I almost had him in tears.

Paul: Perfect. Keep it up.

J.T.: What, are we trying to make him crazy, or...

Paul: Oh, look, if he started the fire at Ginaís, he's already a psycho. What we're trying to do now is turn his own mind against him.

J.T.: Oh, thanks. That makes everything really clear.


Kevin: Not my job anymore? What are you talking about?

Bobby: You're fired.

Kevin: Why?

Bobby: 'Cause you're not worth the trouble.

Kevin: What are you talking about, "trouble"? I do my job, I do it well. I don't steal from you, I don't come in here stoned, I don't give the girls a hard time.

Bobby: Yeah, that's 'cause my girls are too old for you.

Kevin: Oh, come on, man. I told you about that. I didn't know she was underage. You gotta see her. She's 15 going on 25. What was I gonna do, ask her for I.D.?

Bobby: You know, Kev, I really don't care how it happened.

Kevin: Oh, man, this is so unfair.

Bobby: Really? How about the fire at Ginaís?

Kevin: Wh-what about it? Jeez, I walk by the place to see what the excitement is about, and suddenly, I'm an arsonist. Look, Bobby, I know this is gonna sound paranoid, but I swear to you, it's the truth. I-I have enemies. You gotta believe me. It's not my imagination. These people are out to get me, and it's all because of-- of Lily, the teenage slut. They think that I'm this monster who prowls around looking for little girls to molest. I swear to you, if the weather's bad, they're gonna tell you it's my fault. I'm like the devil to these people.

Bobby: All right, Kev, it's a sad story. But what it comes down to is I don't want you working here anymore.

Kevin: It was that little piece of... it was J.T., Wasn't it? He's the one who came in here and told you all these lies about me.

Bobby: He had nothing to do with it.

Kevin: Oh, yeah? Then what, that little bitch Brittany?

Bobby: You watch your mouth!

Kevin: Oh, come on, Bobby. You can't do this to me, please!


Dru: You know, uh, I know what I'd like to do, Jack.

Jack: What's that, Dru?

Dru: Hire two detectives, find Phyllis, track down the orchids and bring 'em back here.

Jack: Do me a favor, Dru, get a grip!

Dru: Are we supposed to sit on our gluteus maximuses and do absolutely nothing?

Jack: For all we know, Phyllis has already trashed the damn things. She could have thrown them in a river or flushed them down a toilet.

Dru: You really know how to cheer up a girl, can I tell you that?

Jack: Look, she's made her point. I have to believe, eventually, her conscience will get the best of her, and she'll come home.

Dru: With the orchids, of course.

Jack: It's possible.

Dru: Snowball's chance in hell, my friend.

Jack: Look, she does not want to see Jabot go down the tubes. She's upset.

Dru: Upset? That redhead gives the word "upset" a whole new flavor.

Jack: Eventually, she will calm down and realize that at least one of those orchids belongs to us.

Dru: Very democratic thinking. In the meantime, are we supposed to hope and pray that she suddenly grows a conscience?

Jack: Yes, damn it!

Dru: Damn it, we're running out of time. Now enough is enough, and too much is foolish. We have a very important research tool to work with. I don't know about you, but I'm sure I can get the police to take this seriously, get the orchids, get them back so Damon can start working with them in the lab. Now time is money, my friend. And every minute that we wait for Phyllis to do the right thing is a minute lost to us forever. Now I gotta go, all right? Would you talk some sense into that man? Excuse me.


Michael: Believe me, Victor, I am not taking this lightly.

Victor: And you don't feel there's a way out of this?

Michael: We don't control the situation.

Victor: Why, after dropping the case, are the feds picking it up again?

Michael: The U.S. Attorney's office needs another notch in its belt. They've let a lot of big fish slip through their fingers over the last couple of years. With an election not too far off, it's time to get tough.

Victor: What do you mean, "time to get tough"? I have cost no one any pensions or savings, for heaven's sake.

Michael: You're quoting exactly what I told Becker, "go after someone who actually hurt people." But apparently, he doesn't have anyone like that on deck at the moment, so you're it.

Victor: What do you suggest we do?

Michael: I've asked Christine to join us. She should be here at any minute.

Victor: She won't discuss this case if she knows that you're representing me.

Michael: I'm not. I'm advising you.

Victor: That's what I told her when I ran into her in the Athletic Club.

Michael: You two talked about the case?

Victor: Yeah, she told me she had a smoking gun.

Michael: Uh-huh. In what form?

Victor: Nothing in particular. She just felt the pieces were adding up.

Michael: Hmm. Hmm. I'm wondering, Victor, could she have discovered where the money came from?

Victor: I don't know.

Michael: Still, she's confident about something.

Victor: Do you think she's bluffing?

Michael: That kind of thing usually doesn't work very well on the defense, but now that she has a badge...

(Doorbell rings)

Michael: Okay, you stay cool. We're playing for all the marbles now.

Michael: Hello, Christine. Come in.


Jill: You're wrong, you know, Mother. I don't want you to go back to that hotel alone.

Kay: Yeah. Well, that's your guilt talking.

Jill: My guilt?

Kay: How long have I been sober, how many years?

Jill: 20, at least.

Kay: One fell swoop and it's gone-- all those years of sobriety.

Jill: That's where you're wrong. It's only gone if you keep on drinking.

Kay: (Scoffs)

Jill: Oh. Oh, please, don't do that.

Kay: Well, that's your guilt talking again, Jill. You have driven your mother to drink, and it's eating away at you, isn't it?

Jill: What do you want me to say? Do you want me to tell you how sorry I am?

Kay: I don't care what you say! Say anything, but my God, it's up to you what you do or say!

Jill: All right. Here's what I will tell you, I want you to stay here!

Kay: Why? Why? Can you possibly explain that to me?

Jill: Look, you moved out of here to give me time to reassess my feelings. Well, I want you to move back in. I want you to live with me.

Kay: Because you love me.

Jill: Let's just try to see if we can work out some kind of relationship.

Kay: Uh-huh, well, you're hoping to get me off liquor so you won't have to feel so guilty. It's all about you, Jill! It's always been about you! You have never, never changed your feelings for me! And that woman that was here-- oh, come on! That stranger, that was an A.A. Sponsor, and you brought her here for me!


Brittany: You've been so terrific lately, I thought you deserved a treat.

Raul: Terrific, how?

Brittany: Well, I know you're not a big fan of me working at Marsino's.

Raul: Yeah, but I have backed off from ragging on you.

Brittany: You have been really supportive lately, Raul.

Raul: Listen, we may not be a couple right now, but you are still my best girl, you know that.

Brittany: I was really touched that you suggested getting a job at Marsino's just to keep an eye on me.

Raul: I want to make sure you're safe. With your Dad causing trouble for Bobby and his partners, threatening to close down his club again, that's not--

Brittany: Honey, that's really sweet of you. But I don't think that Bobby would let anything happen to me.

Raul: It's funny, you know? A couple weeks ago, if we were having this conversation, it probably would have turned into a full-blown argument.

Brittany: Well, I guess we're making progress, huh?

Raul: All right, now I better finish off this culinary masterpiece of yours before it gets cold. And then I gotta get to class. Okay?


Paul: Look, J.T., I know this might sound like this is all a big game, but it's very serious business. It could be dangerous.

J.T.: For you or for me?

Paul: For any number of people. We don't want to push Kevin into committing another crime, especially against one of the girls.

J.T.: Oh, come on, Paul. He's not gonna be that stupid.

Paul: J.T., He's unstable. We don't know what he's gonna do. We want him to focus all his hatred on you. And if he looks like he's gonna go berserk, you just back off.

J.T.: I would love it if he did that. It would give me an excuse to rip that guy apart.

Paul: Come on. We talked about this. I need you to keep your cool. And you just keep doing what you're doing. You know, you make Kevin feel vulnerable and disliked and paranoid, like all the walls are closing in on him.

J.T.: It really sounds like you're trying to get him to do something crazy.

Paul: No, not really. I have something else in mind for Kevin Fisher.

J.T.: So are you gonna tell me what it is?

Paul: Like I said, you just keep doing what you're doing. You rattle his cage. You push his buttons. You watch your back. And if he makes any overt threats at all to anybody else, you let me know. We do not want this getting out of hand. Now you understand that, don't you?

J.T.: Yes, sir.


Bobby: Let's get something straight! You don't tell me what to do!

Kevin: Please, Bobby, this isn't fair.

Bobby: You keep saying, "this isn't fair." Kev, fair is for kids. Grow up!

Kevin: Bobby, I need this job.

Bobby: So does somebody else.

Kevin: Who are you gonna get?

Bobby: None of your damn business. Look, Kev, I understand that your life hasn't been a bowl of cherries, but that's not my problem. I got a business to run here, and already I've had the cops down once on account of you. Now in case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly running a church here. I gotta keep this place squeaky clean, or I don't have a place, you understand?

Kevin: Yeah, I understand, but it's just a bunch of lies!

Bobby: It can't be all lies! And even if it is, it still draws attention to me! Its enough people trying to close my place down without having somebody that works here trying... Kev, we're wasting our time. It's a done deal.

Kevin: Fine, fine. Then you know what? I'm just gonna take this with me, since my work isn't good enough for you.

Bobby: No, I paid for those. You'll get your last check.

Kevin: You know what? You keep the last check. I'm taking this with me!

Bobby: Kev, you're starting to upset me now! Look, don't even think about it. I'm quicker than you think.

Kevin: You know what? You're letting J.T.-- J.T. Run your business.

Bobby: They're my property. You're not walkin' outta herewith them.

Kevin: Fine! You know what? I never liked working in this sleazy joint anyway. This place-- it's an armpit.

Bobby: You know what, Kev? It's time for you to leave. Stay outta trouble.

Kevin: I don't blame people for wanting to shut you down.


Michael: Come on in.

Chris: I feel outnumbered.

Michael: We won't bite. Hear us out, please.

Chris: Victor.

Victor: Hello.

Chris: I trust you're not here as Michaelís client.

Victor: Nothing has changed. He's not representing me.

Michael: Let's get right down to it, Christine. You may know this already, but the federal prosecutor has been making noises about taking the Victor Newman bribery case back into his jurisdiction.

Chris: I knew there was some political pressure.

Michael: It's not a done deal yet?

Chris: Not that I'm aware of.

Michael: Becker came to see you, didn't he? Probably asked you to slow down until he makes up his mind.

Chris: I'm not gonna get into this with you.

Michael: All right. Fair enough.

Chris: Victor, I can help you. But I'll tell you right now, you are not gonna like what I have to say.


Diane: Wow, sounds like this whole thing kind of blew up in your face.

Jack: Oh, yeah, big time.

Diane: Well, I guess you should have been straight with the little woman from the get-go.

Jack: What, told her we already had an orchid of our own?

Diane: She gave it to you because she loves you, Jack.

Jack: What, are you trying to make me feel worse? I already told you I felt like a jerk for taking the thing.

Diane: So you can't blame her for retaliating.

Jack: Whose side are you on anyway?

Diane: I'm on yours, darling. Always. It's just that I can relate to how Phyllis must have felt.

Jack: So can I! It doesn't give her a right to take off with both orchids for parts unknown!

Diane: You're absolutely right. So this drastic action that Drucilla wants to take...

Jack: Oh.

Diane: Are you actually considering it?

Jack: You mean, having my own wife arrested? Hell, I don't know. Even though we are separated, it still seems like a low blow.

Diane: Well, I'm sure if Dru had her way, she'd call in the police, an army, air force to hunt Phyllis down and get that orchid back.

Jack: I'm telling you the truth; I don't know what to do.

Diane: You want my advice?

Jack: You're gonna give it to me anyway.

Diane: If I were you, I'd wait. Just give Phyllis time to come to her senses before you do something that you'll regret.


Jill: Put that down. I said put it down.

Kay: You know as well as I do that no one can make a drunk quit drinking, not a sponsor from alcoholics anonymous, no new-found daughter. A drunk will quit drinking when she's good and ready, and right now I am not... I am not ready. Now if that is one of your requirements for my staying here--

Jill: Requirements? Did I say anything about requirements?

Kay: I'm sure... well--

Jill: Did I say anything, Mother?

Kay: No, no.

Jill: No, I did not. All I said is that I wanted my mother to live here in this home with me.

Kay: Mm-hmm, and I said that was a lie, your attempt to assuage your guilt.

Jill: Well, if you have to believe that to agree to this, then go ahead, believe it.

Kay: Why? Why, on God's green earth, do you want me to stay here?

Kay: You see? You see, I've been waiting for you to tell me how you feel, and you say nothing.

Jill: I don't know how I feel! I cannot answer that for you.

Kay: Oh. Well, you really have a nerve-- getting a sponsor for me, dragging her over here. Listen to me, young lady. I have the 12-step program burned in this brain, burned in this brain. I'm fully aware of when I took that first drink. I chose to do it. No one forced me to do it. And I will choose when I stop doing it, which is damn well not now.

Jill: Fine. Fine. You go ahead and drink, Mother, if you want to, but just don't expect me to join you.

Kay: Oh, you'll show me? You will prove to me that you have no problem, that you only take a drink when you want a drink, unlike the rest of us poor lushes.

Jill: Katherine, you were right about that woman who came here before. She is an A.A. Sponsor.

Kay: You see, I knew it! You had no right to make that decision for me. No, you--you had no right to decide that I needed help when you have the same nasty little habit.

Jill: She wasn't here for you.

Kay: She wasn't?

Jill: Unh-unh. She was here for me. She's my sponsor, okay? If you want help, you have to go find it on your own. 'Cause, believe me, I'm gonna have my hands full dealing with my own problem. So you just go ahead and drink yourself into oblivion. I've seen it all before, 'cause you've lived it all before. And I've just decided that I choose not to live my life that way. And I can't stop you. So I'm not even gonna try.

Kay: Damn it, Jill, look at me!

Jill: Why? So I can watch you swallow down that glass of booze? No, thank you. (Glass shatters)

Kay: It slipped out of my hand.

Jill: So will you stay, at least for today?

Jill: It would mean a lot to me.

Kay: (Whispers) yeah, for today.

Jill: Good.


Jack: You're being awfully charitable for someone who can't stand Phyllis.

Diane: I'm worried about you.

Jack: About me?

Diane: Yes, I know you don't want to see Phyllis in jail, especially since you're already feeling guilty.

Jack: So you think I ought to just give up on these orchids?

Diane: No, that's not what I'm saying.

Jack: Okay, what are you saying?

Diane: I'm saying give it some time. She'll be back.

Jack: You think?

Diane: She knows that it would do major damage to this company if you didn't get your orchid back, even if she doesn't have a clue why it's so important.

Jack: You really think her conscience will get the best of her, and maybe she'll come back?

Diane: It's what you need to hope for.

Jack: Yeah, it's what I was telling Drucilla. It's just starting to feel like, I don't know, wishful thinking.

Diane: I admit that things may never be the same between the two of you. But Phyllis isn't going to destroy Jabot over marital problems. I mean, I just honestly believe that she's not going to do that.

Jack: Since when are you worried about Phyllis?

Diane: I'm not. I'm not. But I'm thinking about what's best for you, and putting the law on her trail is going to ruin your relationship forever.

Jack: Yeah, if it's not already ruined. I'm telling you, no matter what we do, what we try; we somehow manage to mess things up. It's-- it's like it isn't meant to be.

Diane: Just know that whatever you decide, you have a lot of people who support you, Jack, who want you to be happy...

Diane: Like me. Especially me.


Victor: So how do you think you can help me?

Chris: How much do you want to avoid going to jail?

Victor: I think you know the answer to that.

Chris: Then get yourself a lawyer, come to court and plead guilty to the state charges. I won't oppose a plea of that nature.

Victor: Why would I do that?

Michael: What Christine is offering you, Victor, if I may?

Victor: You may.

Michael: If Christine, in effect, gets a conviction in state court, it would be highly unlikely, damn near impossible, for the U.S. Attorney's office to prosecute you in their jurisdiction on the same evidence. But the trick is it has to be done quickly before Becker grabs the case. After that, Christineís hands are tied. As it is, she'll probably infuriate the federal prosecutor, am I right?

Chris: Michael's giving you good advice.

Michael: It's all up to you, though. Your choice.

Victor: What are you getting out of this, Baldwin?

Michael: Nothing I wasn't getting before. This doesn't change my deal with Christine.

Victor: And if I were to take my chances, you would have to, obviously, make a deal with the federal prosecutor or risk going to jail along with me, right?

Michael: That's right.

Victor: So you suggest it is far better for me to take the bitter medicine-- plead guilty in state court-- and get this over with.

Michael: I believe that would be to everyone's benefit, but, yes, you're right. It would be the best outcome for me, by far. No, correction. If we were to gamble to win, you wouldn't plead, I wouldn't cooperate with the authorities, we'd go to trial, and we would both be found innocent. That would be the ideal, but so are a lot of things I don't think are going to happen.

Victor: How do I know you have the goods on me? How do I know you're not just bluffing?

Chris: You donít. And you're not going to, either.

Victor: You're gonna play tough with me, aren't you? 


Brittany: Here you go, one for the road.

Raul: Thanks, babe.

Brittany: Look, I hope you didn't take what I said wrong-- about me not wanting you to work at Marsino's.

Raul: I can't picture Bobby hiring me anyway.

Brittany: Well, even if I could talk him into it... besides, I get a little squeamish about mixing my work with my life outside of the club. I mean, I have to get up there on stage and make these guys in the audience think that I'm dancing just for them.

Raul: So you'd feel uncomfortable having me there.

Brittany: Anyway, Bobby promised me that he would talk to Angelo and make it real clear that he better stop with the threats.

Raul: Yeah, well, let's hope he gets that message.

Brittany: He will. Look, honey, I know you worry about me, but I really don't think there's any need. My Dad will cool off eventually. And Bobby's friend Sal Staley will come to hear me sing and make me a star. And then there really won't be any problem, right? A couple of months from now no one will even remember what all this fuss was about.


Man: And sign right there.

Man: Cool. Thank you.

Bobby: No, no, no, no, no. They can't do this. It's a legit loan. I haven't missed a payment on this. "We regret to inform you that your line-of-credit loan is being closed out, effective immediately. We regret the necessity of doing so could jeopardize your credit rating..."

Bobby: That dirty son of a bitch. It's Hodges. Freddie Hodges.


Kay: What are you staring at?

Jill: Oh, was I staring?

Kay: Yes, you were.

Jill: Sorry.

Kay: Well, you don't need to apologize.

Jill: We should do something.

Kay: Like what?

Jill: I don't know. Anything. Riding. How long has it been since you've been horseback riding?

Kay: (Laughs) you gotta be kidding.

Jill: I'm not kidding. We've got a stable full of beautiful animals, and you used to be a great horsewoman.

Kay: Oh, I used to be many things, Jill.

Kay: I used to be sober. And here I am, wringing my hands, pacing, wondering if I can make it through this day without a drink.

Jill: Oh, you can. You know you can. You made it through 20 years, more.

Kay: One day, one moment, you pick up that glass and... sobriety is gone, you know that? Like that, 20 years-- 20 long years-- like it just never happened.

Kay: In the blink of an eye... you lose your resolve, and your whole world just turns upside down.

Kay: It just turns upside down.


Chris: Victor, you're a poker player. You know I can't show you my cards before you place your bet.

Victor: State charges will not carry a jail sentence?

Chris: I can't guarantee anything. But without the prosecutorís office pushing for jail, I can't see how it would happen. It will definitely happen with a federal conviction. I'll guarantee that. Now I have a tape recorder. I would strongly suggest you confess to every detail to me now.

Victor: This is stunning. This whole thing is stunning. Why the hell would I do that?

Chris: Look, I'm not gonna play the tape for them. I probably won't even have to tell them what's on it. But I will have to tell the judge that there is factual basis for the plea of guilty to these charges. Look, I know this is hard, and I know this goes against everything you believe about yourself. But when I look at your options, this is the only way to go. Confess. Plead guilty. Put this behind you. Or the U.S. Justice department will put you away for a very long time.


Next on "The Young and the Restless"...

Jack: What is a little kiss between friends?

Diane: Is that all it was?


Victor: You have nothing on me, do you? There's no smoking gun.

Chris: Are you in this much denial?

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